In highly industrial societies such as the United States, the family the basic unit of society - has been undergoing a severe strain in recent years. And in the light of massive divorce statistics, it would appear that the very concept of monogamous marriage is under attack.
Both psychologists and sociologists agree that modern urban man feels the shattering impact of marriage strain the most, even though the basic family unit fits well into the modern pattern of suburban family living. But, according to many qualified observers, the basic family unit deprives its members of important sources of emotional security and freedom. The basic family unit, they argue, is too narrow a structure to be thoroughly stable, and its rules are too confining for the well-being of each family member.
Alvin Toffler in his monumental work, Future Shock, says it is the increasing mobility of young American families that is producing dramatic changes in their life styles. No longer do younger people expect or aspire to spend most of their productive working days in the service of one company, as was the tendency in years past. The trend in a high-energy, mobile society, such as ours, is for young workers to travel more and change jobs as they become more skilled - often peddling their skills and services to the highest bidder. Along with the tide of changing life patterns, Toffler argues, there is a trend for mobile young couples to marry and remarry often - changing partners almost in tempo with passing jobs and scenes.
So goes the argument and prediction.
Certainly this is a behavior area in which there is no right or wrong opinion. It is a matter of individual need in most instances, of personal experience and conviction. And yet, no unbiased thinking person would deny the important role the institution of monogamous marriage has played, and is still playing, in the country's development.
Sociologists and anthropologists remind us that every society has its taboo words and rules of conduct which often stand out in glaring contradiction to those of other societies. Regardless of who might be considered "right" or "wrong", it is important to remember that ofttimes the circumstances of life force the noblest of persons, including those with the best of intentions, to forsake - if only temporarily - the dictates of conscience and lifelong rigid moral codes.
But those who stumble need not fall; and if they should fall, they need not remain on their knees, reflecting on guilt or jealousy. For if a picture is truly worth a thousand words, an ounce of experience put to productive use is worth possibly more.
Confronting directly the explosive problems of guilt and jealousy to be found in the traditional moral code, this story unfolds a memorable parable of sexual passion and infidelity that brilliantly illuminates our contemporary situation. The Kid Lover is a narrative of sustained, intense emotion that almost any sensitive reader will be forced to re-evaluate his or her marriage relationship, and this re-evaluation will, in most instances, result in the reader being thankful for the strength of his own union.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As the bright mid-summer sun beamed down on the fir-dotted Canadian landscape, Dan Mallard stifled a yawn and stole a glance at the velvety smooth body of his wife stretched out beside him on the mossy river bank. The satiny surface of her skin gleamed and sparkled as the sun's rays played on the vivid brightness of her brief ruby-red shorts and halter, contrasting sharply with the milk-white flesh.
Sandy was oblivious to her husband's roving eyes as she lay motionless in a dreamy state of drowsiness soaking up the warm welcome rays of the sun. Dan himself was very restless. Although he wouldn't admit it for anything, the little Canadian resort he had chosen in Quebec province for their vacation was just too dull for him. There was nothing to do all day in between meals but take walks through the dense woods, lie in the sun or go trout fishing. Then there was the weekly bus into Quebec City, the nearest large city from their resort. Dan had been sure that their out-of-the-way resort, Beau Lac, would be a welcome change from the noisy, hectic pace of city life, and had overcome Sandy's initial objections about the retreat by convincing her that the change would be good for her health.
But he had been just as disappointed as she had when they finally got here and found that it was a virtually isolated trout-fishing village with hardly any other Americans around. Sandy had been furious, blaming it all on him; consequently, the first few days of their vacation had passed coldly and miserably.
As he lay there reflecting, he glanced again at his wife's voluptuous body, noting how she had kept her shapely figure over the eight years of their marriage. In fact, her figure seemed to improve every year, and Dan was secretly proud and glad that she had stayed trim and not let herself go like other women he knew. They had both been looking forward to this vacation ... their first real one since their honeymoon. But so far it had been a great disappointment. Sandy blamed him for all the faults the resort had, and she had barely spoken to him since they got there three days ago. Worse than that, she turned away angrily from him at night, unwilling to make up even then.
The spurned husband felt a tinge of anger as he gazed at her outstretched body, svelte and supple, a sensual invitation which was also frustrating because he knew that she would reject him if he made any advances. He thought that she looked like some Viking goddess, with her long blonde hair framing her attractive face, her curvaceous body shimmering and provocative. She had parted her long curved thighs slightly and, by craning his neck, Dan was sure he could catch a glimpse of some straying wisps of light pubic hair curling down around the edges of the brightly colored shorts. He struggled against an urge to call out her name, to apologize for his mistake, to beg her to make up and to help him enjoy their vacation. After all, the resort might be boring, with no night life and few city conveniences, but at least they had each other ...
"Dan! Dan Mallard!"
Dan whirled around at the sound of the excited feminine voice, which seemed strangely familiar to him.
An attractive raven-haired woman had stepped off the rocky road nearby and was scurrying down the river bank toward him. He screwed up his eyes and strained in an effort to recognize the unexpected beauty, who waved frantically at him.
"It's me, Gale Greene! Don't you remember me?"
She was standing beside him now and Dan pulled himself suddenly to his feet, recognition spreading in his startled face, causing his jaw to drop. Gale Greene! The incredible girl who had made his years at college a hectic round of never-to-be-forgotten pleasure ...
"Gale! How could I forget you?" he laughed uproariously, embracing her tightly in an enthusiastic bear-hug.
"Why, it must be nearly eleven years since I saw you last," Dan exclaimed happily. "Stand back and let me have a good look at you!"
He held her at arm's length, running his eyes approvingly over her curvaceous figure, displayed to perfection in brief pearl-white shorts and matching halter top. "God, you haven't changed a bit - still as beautiful and sexy as ever!"
"And you're still the same old flatterer," she replied gaily, "but shouldn't you introduce me to your lovely companion?"
Dan blinked guiltily, having momentarily forgotten his wife's presence. Now he saw that she was standing watching them, a not-too-pleased expression creasing the smooth lines of her face.
"Sorry, honey, I thought you were still asleep. Gale, I'd like you to meet my wife, Sandy. Darling, this is Gale Greene, an old friend from college!"
"Actually, it's Gale Raines, now. Like you, I've finally settled down!"
"Yeah, but we sure were hell-raisers in our day, weren't we Gale?"
Dan's eyes lit up as memories of his college days came rushing back. "Remember the time the both of us and "Moose" Murphy and ... and ... what was the name of that cute little redhead? You know the one who-"
"You mean Audrey Piper?"
"Yes, that's the one. Remember the night we all got plastered at Tony's Pizzeria, and then we decided to take a nude dip in the college swimming pool-"
"Why don't we all go get a drink and we can talk more comfortably in the bar at the lodge?" Gale suggested abruptly, noticing the disapproving look in Dan's wife's face.
"Say, that's a great idea!" Dan agreed, his face beaming.
"Why don't you two go along by yourselves? I'm sure you have a lot to talk over and, personally, I'd like to relax a little longer in the sun!" Sandy really didn't feel like listening to college reminiscences in which she had taken no part. And she had to admit to herself that she instantly disliked and distrusted her husband's ex-college friend, and didn't want to spend any time in her company. At the same time she was disappointed that they didn't make even a token attempt to persuade her to go with them.
"Well, I know how you feel about the sun, honey," Dan said vaguely, already heading toward the bar, his arm linked through the arm of the raven-haired beauty.
Sandy lay back on the mossy green bank, her brain churning resentfully. She didn't know whether to be glad or sorry that her husband had found a diversion. Everything was turning out to be such a bore on this vacation that she was almost sorry that they had ever left Philadelphia.
The worst of it all was that Dan had assured her it would all be so different. "Really close to nature", he had explained, and she had been excited at the mere thought of hiking leisurely through the silent woods - or bush, as the Canadians referred to it. "Not far from Quebec City" was another vile lie. She had envisioned herself strolling in the crooked, cobble-stone streets of the ancient French fortress city and visiting its quaint boutiques, but after her first and only trip to that historic city, even the thought of the weary, bone-jarring journey by bus nauseated her. There wasn't even a car to be hired in this God-forsaken place.
She had at least been sure that there would be other Americans staying at their lodge that she could talk to, even share a game of bridge with. But no. There were only poised, wealthy-looking French Canadians from Quebec or Montreal, whose constant spirited chattering in French kept her nerves on edge. To think they had to spend another two weeks here! She sighed deeply and moved about restlessly on the mossy bank. Now she found no comfort in the sun, and almost wished she had gone to the bar with Dan and Gale Raines. Well, at least there are some other Americans here now, she thought brightening, even if they are vulgar and aggressive like that black-haired friend of Dan's ...
Immediately, she felt guilty about her uncharitable thought. She told herself - not completely convincingly - that she was jealous of the other woman's flamboyant good looks, and of the fact that she was an ex-girl friend of her husband's. It's only natural that they should have a lot to talk about, she insisted silently, and lay back determinedly on the bank again.
The minutes ticked by and Sandy was irritatingly aware of their passing. What can be keeping them? she wondered, discovering by a glance at her watch that they had been gone nearly an hour.
If only Dan hadn't brought her to this out-of-the-way place, she wouldn't mind their going off together. She would have found plenty of other things to do, and would have been glad for the time alone. At the same time, she was afraid of remaining by herself on the river bank, but she didn't want to go trailing into the bar after them. Nor did she feel like going back to her room. Irritation rose threateningly inside her again, and resentment seethed in the depths of her being. Why couldn't Dan have checked this place out better before making all the arrangements? He might have known that after being stuck for so long in Philadelphia, she was in the mood for some adventuresome excitement. Instead ... this was even more boring than Sunday afternoon at home.
The infuriated young wife decided to linger a little longer on the deserted river bank. The sun's rays weren't as warm now, but to lay there in a dreamlike state was still relaxing. Besides, what else was there to do?
I don't think I'm being unreasonable, she told herself. Dan says I expect too much but that's just not true. It's just that I've waited so long for this vacation ...
She tried to shake off the angry feelings. But she was too frustrated and miserable to make more than a feeble attempt.
She struggled gracefully to her feet and, gathering up her things, headed purposefully toward the bar of their lodge.
She kept her eyes straight ahead as she entered the glass French doors, excruciatingly aware of several pairs of eyes ogling her.
At first, she couldn't see any sign of her husband and his sultry ex-school mate. For God's sake, where are they now?
A sudden rough tug on her arm startled her.
"Ma jolie, you like a dreenk weeth me, no?"
She pulled away angrily from the aggressive hand, not daring to check who the leering voice belonged to. And at that moment she caught sight of her husband.
He was snuggled into a dimly lit booth, far back in a corner of the bar, and he and Gale were locked together in a lascivious embrace!
Their lips were welded together passionately, and the licentious raven-haired temptress was straining her heaving breasts hard against Sandy's husband's chest.
Sandy could hardly believe her eyes! No wonder the half-drunk French Canadian had accosted her. He obviously thought she was fair game, now that her husband was making an ass of himself with his sexy ex-girl friend. Anger welled up inside her as she stared transfixed at the couple. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to go over there and confront them, but what good would she accomplish. On the other hand, she didn't want to walk out and just leave them to it ...
She saw Dan reach blunderingly for his half-empty glass and watched in horrified fascination as he drained it in one swallow. Yes, that's it. He's drunk ... he doesn't even know what he's doing.
"Ooooooohhhh, darling, you've still got it... " Gale Raines's liquor-sodden voice wafted over to the thunderstruck wife. "You've still got that certain something, lover, that turns me on ... "
She's drunk too ... she's just as bad as he is ...
Once again, her husband reached over and pulled the intoxicated ex-schoolmate toward him, clamping his mouth down on her eagerly inviting lips. Sandy was disgusted to see his hand reach up and quickly squeeze the rounded curve of the other woman's breast. Oh God, oh God, the b-bastard ... what is he doing? Tears of anger and fury welled up in her eyes as she watched the lewd caresses increase in lustful intensity. Her husband and that ... that slut were oblivious to the fact that they were in a public place, oblivious to everything but their own lascivious desire. Sandy couldn't watch it any more. Sickened and disgusted to the roots of her being, she turned blindly and stumbled out of the bar, not even hearing the sniggers of the interestedly watching French Canadians as she fled to her room. She was aware of nothing but the raging storm of anger and humiliation which was thundering and engulfing her insides.
* * *
"Well, so you finally remembered you had a wife!" Sandy snapped, when Dan had closed the door behind him. His light brown hair was tousled and his face had a dull flushed look, and Sandy knew instinctively that he had drunk even more than when she had last seen him, over three hours ago.
"Whatdya mean?" he slurred resentfully. "Up till this morning, it seems to me you didn't want me hanging around. Why the big change all of a sudden?"
Sandy was incensed by his angry tone.
"How dare you make a spectacle of yourself with that ex-girl friend of yours in the bar? We'll be the laughing stock of the lodge!"
"Why should you care?" Dan jeered viciously. "They're only a bunch of jabbering foreigners here anyway, as you've told me yourself!"
Sandy's face flushed an angry red.
"Th-that's still no reason for you to have acted as if you were in a b-brothel!"
"Were you spying on me?"
"You think I'd stoop to that?" Sandy's voice cracked with emotion. "I just happened to see you kissing that ... that tramp!"
"Oh, you just happened to ... "
"Well, if you hadn't brought us to this horrible place, I might have found something better to do than go look for you!" Sandy snapped defensively, tears almost welling to "Well, one thing I didn't plan," he went on truculently, "and that is Gale's being here. But one thing for sure, I'm sure glad she is. I'd go nuts if I had to put up with you alone for the rest of our vacation!"
"How dare you? And if you think I'm going to watch you playing up to that, that woman, you're mistaken! I'm not going to play second fiddle to anyone like her!"
"Call her what you like, but let me tell you, she's a helluva lot more of a woman than you can ever hope to be! You could learn a lesson or two from her... it might make you less of a prude!"
"How dare you say such things to me!" Sandy couldn't believe that he was actually comparing her to that black-haired woman, that he really wanted her to act like she did ...
"Don't fly off the handle with me! I've had about enough of your coldness, cutting me off just because you don't happen to like this place. Well, I've a way of dealing with a refrigerator type like you! C'mere ..."
He made a wild lunge for her but she managed to sidestep, and he lurched heavily forward.
"You think I'm drunk, don't you? Well you're goddamn right I am. But not so drunk that I'm not gonna teach you a lesson!"
"Get away from me!" Sandy pleaded, fear seizing her.
"I'm your lawfully wedded husband - remember? And you've gotta do what I say!" With an unexpected swiftness, he reached out again and managed to grab his cringing wife by the shoulder.
"I've got a little surprise for you, honey," he drawled. "Gale has reminded me what a real woman is like, and it's time I made one out of you ... "
Sandy hardly heard what he was saying, her eyes fixed in rapt horror on what he was doing with his free hand. He had yanked down the zipper of his trousers and was pulling out the thickly swollen length of his penis. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. It was hugely expanded and leaped out expectantly, the hard red head bobbing menacingly in front of him.
"Yes, honey, seeing Gale reminded me what a long time it's been since I've had my cock sucked. In fact, you've never sucked it at all, have you?"
"Take your hands off me ... you're drunk ... you're out of your mind!"
"Uh-uh, honey, I'm not drunk. I'm just thinking how'd you like to have my prick shoved into your sweet, honey-dripping little mouth!"
His fingers tightened on her shoulder as he spat out the obscene words, and with brutal force, he pushed her down to her knees in front of him.
"You're crazy ... I'd ... I'd die before I'd do such a disgusting thing!"
Her voice was hoarse and cracked, and she was quivering with fear, but she couldn't take her eyes off the sight of her husband's lust-engorged penis only inches away from her face. It was all that woman's fault... he had never made a suggestion like this before to her. Just meeting her again had turned him into some kind of wild, depraved beast. But what was she to do? He was deadly serious about what he wanted and she knew better than to rile him when he was in a drunken rage like this.
"Well, honey, I'm waiting. Just open that hot little mouth of yours and start licking my cock!"
Sandy's heart pounded painfully in her rib cage.
"Please, Dan, don't-"
"I said I'm waiting! Now get started before I make you! By Christ you'll be sorry if you don't ..."
For a long moment, Sandy hesitated. Such an act as he wanted her to perform was repugnant to her ... completely alien to everything she believed in. Sex was making love together in bed, face to face, with tenderness and mutual concern - not this vile, disgusting act. This was perverted ... an outrage!
But I have no choice. God only knew what he'd do to her if she refused to comply with the mood he was in. He might kill her!
His fingers tightening into her sore, bruised shoulder reminded her again of his growing impatience. Closing her eyes, she fought off the rising tide of fear and forced herself to stick out her tongue and quickly flick the tip of it against the hotly pounding cock-head.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh..." Dan moaned above her, forcing his fully expanded hardness against her unwilling lips. Again she reached out tentatively with her tongue and continued to lightly lick and lap at the jerking rod of cock-flesh. It didn't taste and feel as bad as she had expected but the idea of what depravity she had been forced to sink to filled her with growing disgust. It's not my fault... he's forcing me to do this ...
"Listen, honey, you'd better make it more lively," Dan barked suddenly, and without warning, he flexed his hips forward to force his heavily bloated cock up between her quivering lips. She tried to pull back, but she was painfully held in place by his brutal grip on her shoulder. Against her will she found the rock-hard fleshy shaft slipping between her parted teeth as she felt the wetly pulsing penis sliding into her mouth until the throbbing bulbous head nudged heavily back against her tonsils. Oh God, I'm going to faint... I can't help it... she thought frantically, her brain swimming.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh ... that's more like it," Dan grinned sadistically above her.
"Now suck on it, goddamn you!"
With reluctant obedience the humiliated young wife's lips closed around the thickly throbbing flesh pole and she began to pull on it with small, involuntary little sucking motions. She could hardly believe that this was really happening to her and all she wanted was for it to be over soon. She had never performed anything so debasing in all her life and she knew that if she lived to be a hundred she couldn't forgive her husband for what he was now forcing her to do. The heavily throbbing penis filled every crevice of her mouth and cheeks and every moment she was sure she'd gag on his swollen impaling length. The obscene groans which her husband emitted crudely added to her shame and debasement and she experienced a wild impulse to clamp her teeth down hard on the tender flesh.
But she didn't. She knew if she did that he would explode with anger and he'd make her pay dearly for her moment of revenge.
"Cup my balls and tickle them with your hand," Dan groaned suddenly. "I'll teach you to suck cock if it's the last thing I do, by God!"
Obediently, Sandy reached up and timidly clasped the hotly pulsing flesh of his testicles in her palm. She felt the surge of teeming male-sperm seething beneath the sensitive skin and shuddered with revulsion as she realized that soon he would jet his hot, wet semen far up into her defenseless mouth. Oh God, oh God, what did I do to deserve this ...
"Mmmmmmmmm ... that's better..." her husband moaned above her subserviently bobbing head as he continued to flex his pelvis, forcing his plunging cock ever deeper up between his wife's unwillingly ovalled lips. Shudders of pleasure raced along his spine and a warming flush spread up from his loins and enveloped his body. His brain was filled with a sense of well-being - of utter contentment and achievement. He enjoyed the sensation of power that this sadistic act gave him, feeling that he was avenging himself at last for his wife's coldness toward him. She always blamed him for everything that went wrong; now he was getting back at her - and in a way that he knew was mortifying to the sensitive, kneeling blonde. And all thanks to his ex-college girl friend Gale!
Seeing Gale Raines again had reminded him of all he was missing. He had never thought of his marriage as being particularly unsatisfying until he had renewed his acquaintance with "Hotpants" as she used to be called back at school. Gale had initiated him into all kinds of incredible sensual pleasures and the last two years of college had passed in a whirlwind of unbelievable sexual excitement, the only surprise to him having been that he managed to graduate. But he had - and so had Gale. He had assumed that they'd continue their relationship afterward as well, but the raven-haired beauty had told him point-blank that one man could never be enough for her and that she was heading for Los Angeles.
At the time, in spite of the tremendous sexual satisfaction with her, he was convinced that he wanted to marry a one-man woman and probably a virgin as well, although this last desire was just a secret fantasy that he revealed to no one. So when he met Sandy, she'd seemed so right and Gale had gradually faded from his mind ...
Until today! Ever since he laid eyes on her at the river his brain had been whirling with memories of their love-making. He couldn't help comparing it with his own marital love life, and how that paled in comparison!
But now he was taking his revenge on Sandy. Because it was mostly her fault. If she wasn't so cold and prudish, so set in her ideas of what's right and wrong, Gale would just evoke pleasant youthful memories. Instead ... smoldering fires of passion sprang to life inside him. He knew he had drunk too much and that he was being cruel and sadistic to Sandy, but he didn't care. He enjoyed the fact that he was forcing her to suck his cock. He should have done it long ago!
Of course, she wasn't nearly as good as Gale... he doubted if anyone could be! But at least he was giving her an idea of what to expect from now on. Because, by God, he was going to change her virginal ways ...
Oh God, will it ever be over? Sandy found herself wishing and hoping for her husband's climax - anything to end the most mortifying experience of her life. Her mouth was tired from sucking and pulling and her fingers stiff from fondling his excitedly writhing balls. His hotly throbbing cock expanded more and more and filled her mouth completely. She felt surely it would burst soon, yet he continued to ram its swollen thickness brutally against the back of her throat and to rotate it obscenely around up inside her pink, widely stretched lips.
"Oh Christ, keep sucking it! Keep on sucking my cock!" Dan muttered suddenly and Sandy was aware that his pelvic jerking motions were becoming even more frenzied. Fear clutched at her breasts as she realized that he was about to shoot his hotly building sperm deep up into her helplessly sucking mouth. Oh dear God, I won't be able to stand it... it's just too much for me...
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh ... suck it, baby, I'm cumming!" she heard Dan groan out above her as she felt the first hot drops of his wildly ejaculating sperm spurt out on the flatness of her obediently licking tongue. Tears of abject shame and humiliation filled her eyes as she tasted the unexpected wetness and instinctively began to gulp the wildly spewing fluid. It ran in a thin moist stream to the back of her throat and flowed into every corner of her still subserviently milking mouth. The frenzied stabbing of his ejaculating penis back against her tonsils made her head spin so that she couldn't help losing a few drops of the hot white sperm from the corners of her lips. It dribbled down her upturned chin as her hand continued to feebly clutch at his writhing scrotum while at the back of her miserable, debased thoughts was the realization that her ordeal was nearly over.
She was barely aware that her husband's penis was beginning to deflate in her mouth and moments later, it slipped wetly from between her lips. With a groan, he fell back on the bed, his chest heaving, while Sandy could only kneel there on the floor, still quivering uncontrollably with the humiliation of it all.
Oh God ... how could he ... how could he... I'll make him pay for this... he won't get away with what he made me do ... I swear to it...
CHAPTER TWO
"Dan and Gale sure seem to be enjoying themselves," Ted Raines drawled enthusiastically, gesturing to where his wife and Sandy's husband were glued together in a slow passionate dance. The tiny dance floor was crowded and Sandy kept losing sight of Dan and the raven-haired woman as they moved slowly around in a small circle.
She didn't answer Raines' comment but instead took a deep swallow of her bourbon. It was her third, but she felt she needed the boost of the strong liquor to get her through the tedious evening.
"No sense in us just sitting here," Ted suggested, reaching out and placing his large round hand on her trembling slender one.
"I'm sorry," she replied coldly, "I don't feel like dancing right now."
It was the second time he'd made the suggestion, and Sandy felt that if he asked her again, she'd scream. A small voice inside her kept urging her to get up and leave right now.
The nightmare day which had begun with the appearance of the voluptuous ex-schoolmate of Dan's on the river bank was still involving her in continual infuriation and resentment. The humiliation which Dan had heaped on her by making her suck his desire-hardened penis only hours before was disgustingly worsened by his announcement that he had arranged to meet Gale and her husband for dinner! She had stared at him in stunned disbelief as he calmly told her of his arrangements after a short nap.
"You don't expect me to go, do you?" she had shot back angrily, unable to believe his crude audacity. He never mentioned the lascivious act he had forced her to perform. No word of apology ... no attempt at consolation.
"Yes, I do," he had snarled, "and what's more, you're damn well going to!"
He actually expected her to join that, that woman and her husband for dinner. He had made all the arrangements, without even consulting her. I don't know why I expected any consolation, after what he made me do, she thought bitterly, as she sat across the table from Gale's husband.
In spite of all the drinks she'd had, she could still sense the presence of his warm bloated cock as he had wormed it mercilessly up between her fearfully trembling lips. She couldn't get rid of the lewd milky taste of his sperm that had poured down her throat only hours earlier, and tears welled in her eyes as she recalled the soul-shattering humiliation of the obscene act. Oh dear God, I'll make him pay for what he did...
Only the simmering promise of revenge got her through dinner and the ensuing hours. She had moaned inwardly when she had been introduced to Gale's husband, had shook her head disbelievingly. Good God, what can she see in him? was her first startled reaction. Much as she disliked Dan's ex-girlfriend, she had to admit that the black-haired woman was strikingly attractive. She exuded an impelling sexuality which Sandy knew was provocative to most men, her own husband included and the surprised blonde had never expected the voluptuous raven-haired beauty to be married to someone like Raines. He appeared to be at least twelve years older than his wife, was of medium height, stocky and well-muscled. In fact, Sandy realized that his appearance reminded her of a chunky gorilla. His biceps bulged, his arms hung down ape-like, and his face wore an animal-like leer which she soon discovered was habitual.
He didn't seem to mind Dan's preoccupation with his wife. In fact, Sandy couldn't help thinking that he welcomed it ... judging by the way he was looking at herself. He's ... he's so repulsive, she shivered involuntarily as she looked at him again in askance. She had thought that she would grow accustomed to his appearance and that her initial reaction of disgust would fade. But it didn't. Dinner had been long drawn-out agony. Dan and Gale were completely preoccupied with each other and Raines himself was doing his best to draw the discontented wife out, but Sandy replied coldly to everything he said. She was determined to give him no encouragement; she didn't want him to think that just because her husband was flirting with his wife, he could employ the same tactics with her. He'd quickly find out that she wasn't made of that kind of stuff ...
Man, that sure is one uptight bitch, Ted Raines thought as he blew out a thick cloud of cigar smoke. And the way she's downing that bourbon, she'll be under the table before long ...
He stared with interest at the slender, sensuously proportioned blonde who sat stiffly across the table from him. She had treated him like dirt from the very moment she had been introduced to him but that didn't worry him any. She was just as beautiful as Gale had claimed, maybe even more so, her air of untouchable frigidity adding to her charms as far as Ted was concerned and he wasn't put off at all by her coldness to him.
"What's in it for me?" had been his first question when Gale had rushed into their room and told him about meeting up with Dan Mallard. She had assured him that the lovely Mrs. Mallard was well worth his attention and effort and so he had been glad enough to let his wife play up to Dan.
She thinks I'm a revolting brute, he thought, with a twinge of anger, I can see it in her eyes. Sandy hadn't been able to hide her revulsion and Raines had taken note of it immediately. Well, he was used to that. Angrily he stubbed out his cigar. Women always had that reaction at first, even Gale. But they soon changed their tune. And this one is going to be no exception, so help me God!
Sandy couldn't see her husband and the black-haired beauty anymore. They had completely disappeared from sight. One moment they had been there, Gale ravishing and flamboyant in a tight-fitting red dress, Dan half-drunk and obviously impassioned. Now they were gone. A wave of anger flooded through the miserable young wife and she wondered if she should get up and look for them, or maybe order another drink; that might help ...
"It looks like our two love-birds have disappeared," Raines remarked. "Maybe if we took a turn around the dance floor, we'd spot them. That is ... is they haven't gone off somewhere together." He couldn't resist sniggering suggestively and was pleased to see the cold blonde flush angrily.
"Of course they're still there ... where could they have gone?"
Ted had already risen to his feet, and reluctantly Sandy decided that his suggestion was a good one. They'd have one dance together and she'd make sure that her husband and Raines' wife were still on the dance floor. They had to be; why would they go off without telling herself and Raines? Unless ...
Immediately Raines pulled her tightly against him as they moved onto the small dance floor. She wanted to resist his unwelcome embrace, but she had to satisfy herself that her husband and the raven-haired siren were still around and she reluctantly began to dance with the grinning man. Her eyes darted eagerly around the darkened area, but she couldn't see Dan and Mrs. Raines. Where in God's name have they gone to? Panic and anger began to course through her, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.
"Looks like they're not here," Raines said slyly, his hands running lightly up and down her quivering back.
"Where have they gone if they're not here?" she said wildly, her face paling.
"Don't you worry none about them, honey. I reckon they can take care of themselves. Let's just concentrate on you and me!"
His insinuating words made scarcely any impression on the panic-stricken wife. What should she do? Should she try to look for them ... or what? She tried to tell herself that she was making a mountain out of a molehill ... that they had probably just gone out for a breath of fresh air. Oh God, if only she could think straight ... those three stiff bourbons were too much for her. Now she was feeling the accumulated effect of them.
"There, honey ... you just relax. Ted'll take care of everything."
This time Sandy heard the older man's words and she was wrenched back to a stark realization of what was happening. His arms were clasped around her and his face was very close to hers.
"Don't hold me so tight, please, Mr. Raines," she gasped. She didn't want to make a scene on the dance floor, but now that she was fully aware of his aggressive nearness, she wanted to get free of him.
"Why not, baby? After all your husband was holding my wife pretty tight. And besides I find you very ... very attractive."
Yes. Dan had been holding his ex-girlfriend very tight... Sandy realized for the first time that she was really jealous of her husband's old flame. In spite of what he had made her do, she still didn't want to watch him running after another woman, particularly when it meant that she was left alone and unprotected with this lecherous older man.
"Please, Mr. Raines," she began in a pleading voice, painfully aware of his hands pressing into the small of her back. Her heaving young breasts were squashed tightly up against his chest and his face was so close to hers that she could feel the heated puffs of his breath on her neck.
"Oh come on honey, don't be a prude, you can tell how much I like you."
He pressed his pelvis closer to hers and Sandy felt the unmistakable bulge of his slightly awakening penis against the softness of her belly.
Her face flushed and she looked up at him with disbelieving eyes.
"Yeah, I'm gettin' a hard-on, just dancing with you, honey. That's how much you turn me on." His voice was low and hoarse and he pulled her hips closer to him by the unrelenting pressure of his palms dropping down and cupping her softly rounded buttocks. Again she felt his swollen, rock-hard cock pressing against her quivering young stomach, and a feeling of helplessness swept over her. She could hardly move in his tight unwavering embrace and suddenly she felt like a hopelessly trapped rabbit. Then Raines began to rotate his pelvis,, flexing the hotly throbbing flesh rod against her trembling lower belly.
Sandy's face blanched and she found herself shuddering violently with fear and humiliation. She had to get away from this horrible lecherous man!
Summoning all her strength she pulled abruptly away - surprising Raines with the unexpectedness of the action so that he was too late to stop her. Red-faced and furious, he watched her as she pushed her way through the closely meshed dancers.
Her head spinning dizzily, Sandy was hardly aware of what she was doing. She only knew that she had to escape to her room - and fast. Blindly she found her way back to the table they'd occupied for dinner. The waiter was clearing it and she almost stumbled into him.
"Oh ... oh, excuse me ... " she mumbled as she grabbed her purse and coat.
"That's all right, Mrs. Mallard," the waiter said, looking speculatively at the beautiful, trembling young woman as she hurried out of the dining room.
* * *
The room spun around Sandy in an unsettling vortex which made her glad that she had decided to lie down on the bed. She knew she shouldn't have helped herself to some of the cognac that Dan kept in their room, but she needed something to help calm her down after what she'd gone through on the dance floor. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked and now she felt worse than ever. But she was glad of one thing - that she had left Raines high and dry by himself. It serves the lecherous old bastard right...
She shivered at the thought of how his thickly swollen penis had pressed so suggestively up against her stomach. She could still feel his hands wandering aggressively over her ass-cheeks, his chest hard against her upturned breasts. Oh God, thank goodness I got away from him. He's like an animal with no feelings for anyone but himself.
She had secretly hoped that she would find Dan here on her return to their room. Her disgust and anger at him had lessened in the wake of her apprehension about what he was doing with Gale, his ex-girlfriend. Where could they be? She hadn't seen either of them on the way back to the room and she was too upset and frightened to go looking for them in the wooded area around the lodge.
Her head was spinning and her mouth was cotton-dry, but she didn't want to get another drink. She was afraid of the consequences. Besides, she didn't think she could get up off the bed. All strength seemed to have drained from her body and she was left a helpless prey to her thoughts and feelings.
What a mess this vacation was turning out to be. She was sure it had been spoiled beyond recovery when she discovered what a dead lifeless place the resort was, but now that the Raines had come onto the scene, things were certainly a great deal worse. She realized painfully that if she hadn't been so cold to Dan he probably wouldn't have reacted so wholeheartedly and completely to Gale's attentions. Why, oh why do I always make that mistake, she thought miserably, recollecting how her punishing tactics of freezing her husband out always led to trouble for herself. Through her obstinacy and resentment she had made the first week of their vacation unbearable, and now she was reaping the consequences.
If she hadn't made such a fuss about how quiet and dull the resort was, if she hadn't refused to make love in retaliation for Dan's "mistake" in choosing Beau Lac for their vacation, things would have turned out a lot differently. They would probably have laughed together about Gale's surprising entry into their lives. They might have spent some time together with the Raines, but it wouldn't have gone any further than that. Instead, because of her behavior, her husband had disappeared with his ex-girlfriend, and she had been left to the mercy of the lecherous Ted Raines.
It's not fair ... it's not fair... she thought miserably. Her brain was teeming with self-accusation and her body felt as if it was on fire. I've had too much to drink. Everything was happening at once. She couldn't bear the weight of her self-recrimination any more than she could stand thinking about Ted Raines and his lewd words. He had held her so close while they were dancing ... how could she have allowed him to? She couldn't help thinking about the pressure of his hotly throbbing cock against her ... it had felt so hard and searingly alive ... she could almost still feel it pressing into her as they danced.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Her body felt hot and cold, both at once, and a light sweat broke out on her flushed face. I've got to get these clothes off...
Yes, if she took her clothes off she wouldn't feel so confined and so unbearably warm. Clumsily she struggled with her dress, pulling down the zipper and wriggling awkwardly out of the confining garment.
It's all the fault of that black-headed Gale Raines ... her thoughts ran on feverishly when she finally lay there in her sheer black brassiere and panties. She felt a little better but still not comfortable. If she hadn't come on the scene with her skin-tight shorts and her boobs hanging out of her top, none of this would have happened. Dan wouldn't have made me suck his penis and Ted Raines wouldn't have made me dance so close to him. I wouldn't have felt his warm hard-on rubbing up against me like that.
Sandy's body was trembling and an insistent burning feeling was permeating her body. She rolled her head from side to side as she tried to shake loose the thoughts which were tormenting her liquor-soaked brain, her hands running wildly up and down her quivering sides, her fingertips trailing along the sensitively squirming surface of her tingling flesh.
But it's my fault, too ... self-accusation stung unremittingly in her brain. We haven't made love for ages. If we had, he wouldn't have been so attracted to Gale . .,.
Sandy instinctively realized that this last admission had brought her close to the truth. For days before they left Philadelphia, she had been too tired from the hustle of holiday preparations to make love. I'll make it up to you when we 're in Quebec, she'd promised Dan and he'd been satisfied to wait. She knew he conjured up images in his brain about the wonderfully sensual evenings they'd spend together, reliving their honeymoon days.
But she'd put a quick end to his imaginings when they got to Beau Lac. Oh yes, she'd withheld her body as a reprisal against his mistake about the choice of a resort. And now she was feeling the denial as much as he was, that is, if he hadn't already found consolation with Gale!
She didn't want to admit it, but the fact was, she was accustomed to regular love-making and now even her own body was violently reacting, feeling the heated pangs of abstinence! No, no, that can't be true. Her brain tried to object, but it was no use. It was as if her mental recognition of her need had catapulted her body into physical admission. She clamped her thighs together, trying to quench the tingling sparks of arousal which were being kindled there, but she was too late. Already, she knew, the crotch band of her panties was wet - shameless evidence of the need of her love-starved body. It's just the alcohol. I drank too much ...
But she knew deep down that it was more than that. She couldn't banish from her tormented brain the recollection of Raines' lust-hardened cock as it pressured against her firmly trembling thighs and belly ... But I hate him ... he disgusted me ... she defended herself.
Yet she felt the searing touch of his violently pounding penis just as surely as if it had left a permanent imprint. Oh dear God in heaven, what's happening to me?
She recalled other nights when Dan had been away, when he had to leave town on business. She remembered the loneliness then, if the business trip stretched into several days, her body crying out for his love-making with savage intensity, just as it was doing now. Oh Dan, where are you? The thought that he might at this very minute be with Gale Raines, maybe kissing her fiercely or caressing her passion-bulging breasts ... perhaps even her naked inner thighs ... sent a licentious quiver shooting through her. Unconsciously her hand crept down between her wantonly trembling legs and came in contact with the shameful dampness of her panties. Involuntarily, her buttocks flexed downward, pushing the hotly quivering mound of her panty-covered vagina tightly against her tentatively searching fingers.
"Oh God, I can't ... it's wrong ... I shouldn't ..." she moaned aloud, even as her fingers slid inside the thin, elastic waistband and edged downward toward the wetly tingling flesh below.
Jacques Labonne, the youthful waiter from the lounge, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the curtains of the room weren't fully closed. He could see a chink of light gleaming out between the edges and moved closer to the window. He was sure the beautiful blonde, Mrs. Mallard, was probably already in bed but he wanted to get a quick peek at her stripping her clothes away if he could. Antoine in the kitchen was expecting him back in just a few minutes, but that was all the time he needed to get a look at her nakedly exposed breasts and pussy and then he'd be happy. He could barely hide his delight when Mr. Raines had revealed that she had gone back to her room, although he had suspected as much when he'd seen the intoxicated state she was in. He moved forward a couple of inches more so that his face was almost pressed against the glass, then, with a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being watched, he peered into the room.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped unintentionally, every muscle in his virile young body growing rigid as he stared at the unexpected sight in the Mallard's room.
Young Mrs. Mallard was spread-eagled on the bed, her legs lewdly splayed, her fingers teasing around under the thinly covering panty strip up between her open thighs.
Jacques could scarcely breathe for the lump of paralyzing disbelief filling his throat. His lips were dry and his eyes were burning from staring unblinking at the sight before him. He had never expected to see anything like this, though just from watching he had an inkling of the trouble between the Mallards. And it had been made worse with the arrival of the Raines - especially with the way the voluptuous young blonde's husband was carrying on with the ravishing black-haired Mrs. Raines. He knew as well that something had happened on the dance floor with Mr. Raines and that Mrs. Mallard was very upset ... but it hardly seemed possible that he could be seeing something like this! He glanced fearfully around him again. Antoine, his boss, would kill him if he was late, but he just had to stay here and watch her playing with her beautiful tight pussy for another minute. He just had to!
Sandy experienced a moment's relief from the agonizing fire raging up between her legs. Her fingers felt soothing and reassuring and she hoped that maybe the obscene longing would go away, but after the first moment of relief, the fire returned again, more lewdly compelling than before. Oh God, I'm going crazy ... she thought helplessly as her fingertips teased and danced wantonly between her openly spread thighs, a delicious feeling of licentiousness spreading up from the flames in her vaginal lips and radiating caressingly to every part of her body. She knew she couldn't fight her desire now, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. Blindly her hands began to grapple with the thin protective covering of her panties, as she eagerly raised her hips up from the bed to draw down the soft, flimsy garment. She felt wonderfully free as soon as her panties were gone and she spread her legs lewdly wide as a tremor of pleasure coursed through her.
Once again her fingers found the wetly pulsing softness of her now completely naked pussy and began to stroke and titillate the flushed tingling lips beneath the thinly curling pubic hair.
"Oh God ... that's good ..." she mewled as eddies of ecstatic arousal pulsed through her quivering flesh. It was wicked to excite herself in this perverted shameful way this she knew beyond a doubt - but she couldn't help herself. Her body had been denied too long. Dan wasn't there and she couldn't hold back. Her restraints were gone and there was nothing to stop her from stroking and fondling the clasping folds of her moistly throbbing vagina.
She could feel her light silky pubic curls grazing her hand as she probed the wet furrow to discover that her clitoris was already turgidly swollen and tingling with lust. Breathing heavily, she drew apart the tiny pink cuntal petals and edged her fingertips closer to her pulsating vaginal mouth.
" Aaaaaahhhh mmmmmmmmm ..." she moaned licentiously as she slowly wormed two fingers up into her wetly clinging cunt, a shudder of carnal passion rippling through her as immediately her hips began to undulate in obscene simulation of love-making. Her inner vaginal walls sucked greedily at her rotating fingers, drawing them far up into the depths of her helplessly aroused little belly.
The drunken blonde's tingling ivory-smooth thighs closed around her slender deeply thrusting fingers, while her firm rounded ass-cheeks screwed rhythmically down into the soft bed. Perspiration poured in thin rivulets down her salaciously rocking body and her breasts felt imprisoned in her black nylon brassiere, the hardness of her erect nipples digging pertly into the material. But she didn't reach up to release them. She couldn't. All her energies and attention were focused on what she was doing to her lust-inflamed pussy and she couldn't stop her finger-fucking for a single second; she'd go crazy if she did!
At the window outside, Jacques' teeth were clenched together from the tension which was riveting his body, his eyes watering from the strain of staring at the lewdly excited women inside. He couldn't pull himself away though he knew that the cook Antoine would fly into a rage if he didn't return right this minute. But even if it meant losing his job, he couldn't leave. He was mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful, carnally aroused woman writhing around on the bed in a frenzy of self-induced lust.
His cock was thrusting out painfully against his pants, his balls tightening and aching from the pressure of his own mounting excitement. He thought he'd groan out loud in desire when he saw her pulling off her panties, but then when he saw the damp pink split of her pussy revealed clearly to his astonished eyes, his throat grew bone-dry and he knew he couldn't have said a word even if his life depended on it.
He was completely dumbfounded and could only crouch there by the window, his eyes wide with lascivious interest, hypnotized by the frantic screwing of her fingers up into the hungrily clutching mouth of her vagina. He could see clearly the moistly sucking cunt flesh nibbling greedily on her hand, and his pelvis began to Hex in rhythm with her hurried plunging strokes.
"Oh Jesus ... finger it, Mrs. Mallard, finger it!!!" he murmured unconsciously, wetting his dry parched lips and fighting back the urge to frantically remove his trousers. His distended cock arched like it was held tight in a vise that was being turned slowly by a sinister hand. He knew he should go away from the window at once -his life wouldn't be worth a Canadian dime if he was caught. But he couldn't move. The astonished French Canadian was rooted to the spot, compelled to stay and see the heatedly excited blonde, to watch her lascivious finger-fucking herself into a wild, uncontrolled passion.
On the bed, Sandy felt she couldn't stand the strain much longer. Her body was stretched beyond endurance, every nerve-ending tinglingly alive and reaching for release, her obscenely plunging fingers screwing incessantly up between her legs as she wantonly ground her lustfully aroused cunt against her rampaging hand, adding another finger to the two already thrusting deep up into her open belly.
Shivers of uncontrollable pleasure shuddered through her as her brain seemed to dissolve into a quivering mass of helpless desire, at last united with her body in its search for satisfaction. She didn't care any longer that what she was doing might be wrong; she only wanted the release of a climax and her whole trembling form was geared toward that goal.
Every second brought her nearer to that dizzy pinnacle, that desperate goal, although the drunken blonde felt she would move close to it, then teeter away from it, until she was nearly crying with frustration, rocking and bucking about on the bed, her head rolling from side to side, her entire pelvic area thrashing wildly in uncontrolled lust.
The pressure rising inside her brought a scarlet Hush to her face ...it was mounting, mounting, and then ...
"Aaaaagggghhhh ... oh God ... aaaaaarrrrhhh ..."
At last, she was there. She had reached the apex of her desire and she could finally let go as waves of pleasure flooded through her and a beautiful, all-consuming warmth suffused her entire panting body. Her fingers slowed slightly, but continued to screw wetly up between her widely spread legs as her steaming vaginal juices were released at last, cascading down to coat her churning hand and warm the quivering insides of her softly undulating thighs.
She felt frustration ebb away as the sparks of arousal finally began to extinguish within her. Only a pleasant tingle still remained, warming her perspiration filmed body, letting her bask in the satiated afterglow for a few moments longer.
But then reality began to assert itself. The room again resembled its original self, reminding the exhausted wife that she was lying almost completely naked on the bed with the curtains not completely drawn and the light on.
Instinctively, her eyes darted to the window and ...
"Oh God, noooooo ..."
Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the pale face reflected in the glass, the staring eyes wide with a youthful primitive lust as they gazed back for a long second at the horrified blonde now paralyzed with shock and shame. She recognized the young waiter from the lounge ... she knew at once who it was. And she also knew, by the look of animal desire in the gaping eyes, that he had witnessed the whole shameful interlude of her lewd unbridled fingering of herself to orgasm ...
CHAPTER THREE
"I'd better be getting back, Gale," Dan said, after talking for awhile with her in her bedroom. "Sandy's bound to be worried."
"The way she's been treating you this last week, I have my doubts. Anyway, Ted'll take care of her!"
That's what I'm afraid of Dan thought to himself, picturing Gale's burly sensually leering husband alone with his blonde wife.
"Yes, I guess you're right," he agreed aloud. Certainly Sandy didn't seem to care what happened to him. She'd shown that clearly enough not only by the way she'd treated him all week, but also by her reaction to what he'd forced her to do earlier today. He hadn't told his raven-haired companion about that ... maybe because he was ashamed of it now. It was a crude sadistic thing to do, he realized, but his anger at the time had been so overpowering that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to humiliate and hurt Sandy and he knew that he'd succeeded when he'd made her suck his cock, realizing the act was contrary to everything she believed in. She would never agree to take his penis into her mouth, not even when they were first married and when she was only too willing to please him. She always insisted that such things were against her nature, were against everything she had been brought up to think of as right. And after awhile he had come to accept her feelings.
"You don't know how glad I am to see you again," Gale purred softly, interrupting his thoughts. "You bring back old but happy memories."
Well, the curvaceous ex-schoolmate brought back memories to him too. Maybe that was why he'd lost his temper so completely with his wife. He'd remembered the wild times he'd had with his old girl friend and realized how dull his love-life was now in comparison.
"Yes, we sure had some good times together," he reminisced.
"There's no reason why we shouldn't pick up where we left off ... "
Dan spun round to stare open-mouthed at the voluptuous raven-haired woman. She was gazing intently at him and there was no mistaking the look on her face. He shifted uncomfortably, irritatingly aware of the growing turbulence raging down in his loins.
"What ...what about your husband and ... and my wife?"
"Well, what about them?"
Her voice was hard and challenging and Dan was acutely aware of her nearness and of the excited racing of his blood through his veins. He hadn't expected things to go this far. Sure, they'd kissed and cuddled in the bar and danced close together, but that didn't mean anything ... did it?
"Are you afraid of what your wife will say if she finds out?" she drawled derisively.
"No, of course I'm not," he replied hotly. It was his own affair what he did and the way Sandy was treating him lately, she shouldn't be surprised if he got involved with someone else.
"And don't forget I came first in your life!"
Gale Raines edged closer to him and he could feel the pulsating softness of her body. They were both sitting on the bed and Dan could sense his resistance draining away. Gale was right; she'd played a big part in his life long before Sandy came along. He had never forgotten Gale since she went away to Los Angeles, thinking of her now and again, often with a twinge of longing. Now she had come back into his life - as beautiful and as sexy as ever, and obviously still interested in him! He couldn't help feeling a thrill of pride when he realized that. Gale - who could have any man she wanted - and she still wanted him!
"But what about Ted?" he questioned darkly.
"Remember, I told you long ago, honey? I'm not a one-man woman! I need variety ... lots of it! And I always did have a soft spot for you!"
She rested her hand lightly on his thigh, her fingers burning like firebrands into his flesh. The tall, hard-muscled husband was immobilized by her tantalizing touch.
"Hmmmmmm, Dan honey ... I wouldn't mind getting to know you again ... you know the way I mean?"
Her insinuating words sent a shiver cavorting down his spine and made his awakening penis leap into turgid erection.
"I see you're getting interested in my proposition ... Now I'd like to see if things are the same as I remember them ..."
Dan sat as though electrified as the seductive woman reached over and slowly pulled down the zipper of his fly. He felt the cool touch of her fingers on his throbbing shaft as she drew out his hotly pulsing cock, already almost fully erect, the reddish head hard and palpitating.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... it's nice and hard already ... and just as big as I remembered ..." Gale's eyes had widened as she saw her ex-lover's rock-hard cock, running the tip of her tongue over her trembling lips in anticipatory lust.
Dan's heart was pounding in his rib cage and his throat was cottony dry. His conscience was shrieking at him to leave right now, before things got too far, but he was powerless to move. Gale was casting a spell over him just like she used to do in the old days. She was like a Roman goddess with her flowing black silken hair and her Venus-like figure, her soft sultry voice lulling him into helplessness, banishing the fears and doubts which tried to assail him. He didn't really care right now what his wife, Sandy's reaction would be. He wasn't worried that Ted Raines might walk in any minute and catch him with his cock in Gale's hand. He wasn't afraid of the older man even though he looked as if he would have an ugly temper. He didn't care about anything but what was happening here and now with the gorgeous ex-schoolmate.
There had never been a woman like Gale before or since and she captivated him today just as surely as she had when they were both in college. He was powerless to resist her then and so was he now.
"Honey, help me out of this dress. I suddenly feel downright uncomfortable."
She continued to stroke his hotly pounding cock while he pulled down the zipper of her skin-tight red dress, a dart of excitement quivering through him when he caught sight of her smooth, succulent flesh underneath. The shining whiteness of her brassiere stood out against the golden tan of her full rounded breasts, creating a contrast which sent the blood rushing wildly to his head. She shrugged out of the garment, finally letting go of his lust-engorged penis, and stood proudly before him in her white brief panties and matching brassiere, letting down her thick shiny black hair from its upswept style and turning slowly around, giving her feverishly aroused ex-boy friend the full benefit of her statuesque body.
"Christ, Gale, you're just as beautiful as ever!"
The raven-haired woman's ex-lover moved toward her quickly, never taking his eyes off her voluptuous body. His arms slid around her smooth shoulders as he ground his mouth down on her full hungry lips with eager harshness, automatically beginning to fumble with the clasp of her brassiere to pull it away. Immediately he could feel the hardened knobs of her nipples as they grazed his chest in their newfound freedom, relishing the firmness of her heaving breasts as he reached up and cupped them reverently.
Gale was now wearing only skimpy white panties and Dan was filled with impatience to see the whole of her fabulous body completely naked.
"Now get your clothes off, lover ..."
Her feverishly whispered words acted as a spur to his hands as he began to pull off his shirt and pants and finally his shorts, until he was standing there beside her totally undressed, his desire-stiffened cock lurching in unrestrained lust.
Dan's eyes were glued to the darkly curling triangle of pussy hair beneath her white nylon panties and he watched avidly as she slipped the tips of her fingers into the elastic waistband. He knew that she was purposely delaying the moment when she would roll them off; she used to do that before when they were lovers and it used to drive him out of his mind. But that was Gale - she had the heart of a stripteaser.
"Gale honey, I'm going crazy."
"Just hold your horses, lover, till Gale is ready for you."
She pulled away from him and moved to the far side of the room, so that the double bed separated them, turning slowly around in a lust-inciting pirouette and finally beginning to ease down the sheer panties, the first soft black curls of her pubic hair coming into tantalizing view as she slowly peeled the bikini briefs down. Then Dan could see the entire silky black triangle which surmounted her shapely thighs as she stepped gracefully out of the panties and then stood motionless before him, legs slightly apart, waiting for his reaction.
Dan could see a faint gleam of pink cuntal flesh beneath the hair-fringed mound. He knew that Gale was enjoying this game of cat and mouse and that an essential part of the enjoyment would be spoiled for her if he tried to hurry her.
But he didn't know if he could hold out. The sight of her magnificent naked body, only a few feet away from him, was enough to test the patience of any man, but he knew he had to try to wait until she gave the word. His blood-inflated penis stood out heavily from the dark curls of his pubic hair and there was a gnawing seething tumult in his balls. His teeth ached from the pressure of his restrained desire, and he was sure that at any moment something would be unleashed inside him that would turn him into a snarling lascivious monster.
Now Gale was moving closer to him, edging around the big bed, her eyes glued to his churning long cock as she moved toward him, her hand dipping between her curvaceous thighs. Dan saw that her fingertips grazed the wetly glimmering cuntal flesh that was barely visible to him.
"Mmmmmmmm ... my pussy is all ready ... nice and wet and waiting for you to put your nice big prick in there."
The wantonly aroused beauty reached out with her other hand to guide her ex-boy friend toward the bed. He walked like a robot, mesmerized by her lewd words and lascivious actions as she stretched out backward on the bed, her hand still stroking lightly up between her legs. She had spread them slightly as she lay down so that he could see her damply pulsing pussy-slit quivering under her caressing fingertips.
Suddenly he straddled her on the bed, kissing her on her trembling red lips ... down the sweep of her softly curving neck, lower still to her quivering breasts. The turgid tips of her nipples stood up like little twin peaks and he took one between his lips, his teeth pulling on the hard little knob while his tongue slipped and licked around it ceaselessly.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ... Oh God, Dan ... suck them ... bite them ..."
Her moans of pleasure increased his own excitement as he continued to titillate first one and then the other turgid button.
Dan, kneeling between her open legs now, covered her voluptuous body with wet clinging kisses, unable to get enough of her sweetly scented flesh, relishing the exciting mixture of her natural feminine odor combined with the exotic scent she wore. All thoughts of Sandy faded from his mind. Compared to his ex-girl friend's intoxicating presence, his blonde young wife just wasn't a real, animal-like woman. The raven-haired woman's hand was still stroking and caressing his pounding penis lingeringly, and the aching in his balls had reached an overwhelming clamoring.
"Put it in, now baby," he rasped hoarsely. "Put my prick in your hot little cunt ..."
He felt her guide his cock toward the pulsating pussy-slit already wet and quivering in anticipation, drawing in his breath with lustful pleasure as he felt the first delicate contact between her tingling outer cuntal lips and the rubbery head of his passion-bloated cock. Tantalizingly, Gale rotated his lust-inflated penis around the moistly quivering split, wetting it with the pungent female juices which were amply flowing from her carnally aroused body.
He felt the soft cuntal flesh nibbling and suctioning eagerly at his masculine hardness, and he wanted to rush ahead and ram his cock far up into her with sudden viciousness, but he forced himself to take his time, to savor each sensually loaded second. He nudged lightly at her wetly churning pussy-furrow, easing apart the hair-fringed outer lips. Her long slender thighs snaked outward and upward and tightened lewdly around his pelvis and he could feel the force of her heels locking against his muscular buttocks.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... do it to me now, lover ... fuck me good, Dan ... "
Her impassioned begging thrilled Sandy Mallard's husband to the depths of his being. This was like it was in the old days. Gale wanted him just as much as ever. She obviously still found him desirable, just the way he found her attractive. Nothing had changed between them and his cock jerked out another full inch as she began murmuring passionate, lewd obscenities wetly up into his ear.
"Put your big hard prick in my pussy now, baby ... my cunt is on fire ... give it to me good ... I can't wait any longer ..."
Dan didn't need anymore urging. He flexed his pelvis forward and wormed his wildly throbbing cock up into the soft viscous channel, the clinging inner walls sucking immediately around his pulsating hardness with tantalizing tightness. He heard his ex-girl friend moan as he continued to slither deeper up into her willing body, while her hungry vagina flowered open to receive him.
He looked down and with growing excitement could see his rigidly hard length disappearing up into the receptive opening of her cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhh ... yessssss that's it ... Shove it all the way in ... all the way up to my tits ..."
Gale was thrusting her pelvis upward, eager to accept him totally inside her, unwilling to wait for him to complete her impalement. His lust-engorged cock seemed to fill her completely and even to expand obscenely in the heated channel of her burning vagina. She spread her thighs even farther apart and her hands dropped to press firmly against his buttocks as she urged him deeper up into her.
Dan could feel her pussy walls begin to tug teasingly at his thickly impaling penis as he drove it home to the very depths of her hotly receiving cunt. At last his cum-swollen balls slapped heavily against the upraised crevice of her ass-cheeks and he knew that he was all the way in.
"Oooooohhhhhhh ... yessssss ... it feels good ... Your cock feels good in me, just like it always did ... "
Sandy's tall brown-haired husband held it there for a long moment, completely skewering her, and then he began to pull it back out, feeling the ridged cuntal walls drawing on his heated male hardness while the wet sluicing sound excited him as much as her pungent female fragrance.
He plunged forward again without hesitation, knowing that his ex-girl friend wanted it just as much as he did. He began to establish a rhythm right away, swinging his pelvis downward and driving his lust-hard penis all the way up to the very core of her womanhood.
"You like it, don't you, baby ... you like me fucking you like this ... ?" he gasped as he plowed up into her with deep smooth thrusts while she spread her legs even farther apart in mute agreement, offering lewdly the fully exposed plane of her pussy to his ruthless pummeling. She wanted him to fuck it up into her completely and wasn't satisfied until she could feel the rock-hard cock-head grazing erotically against the tip of her cervix, the weird sensation sending shivers scurrying down her back, lurid, almost perverted thrills which added to her animalistic arousal. Her arms returned to his neck and her legs snaked up even higher to lock tightly around his lower back, her body coated with perspiration as she swung her head back allowing her hair to flow free. And that's how she felt - free ... She always did when she made love in a lewd abandoned way, and somehow the idea that she was doing it with an old college boy friend while her own husband was downstairs in the bar with his wife added to her intense excitement.
Mallard too was intoxicated by his turn-back in time. The years slipped away from him and once again he was the happy-go-lucky college student fucking half to death the beautiful raven-headed young teenager who was his girl friend, and she was responding fully, freely the way she always did. There was nothing to hold them back ... they were made for each other ... at least their bodies were.
They rocked and bucked wantonly together, the silence of the room resounding with the obscene slapping sounds of their abandoned fornication. His violently plunging cock drove up into her relentlessly as her hips spiraled upward to receive him. He sent his pole of lust-hardened flesh spearing up into the depths of her helplessly aroused little belly, making her moan and mewl with newfound pleasure.
"Christ, Gale baby, you're just as fabulous a fuck as ever! There's no one else to touch you."
Dan's breath was coming in hard panting gasps and he found it difficult to speak, but he wanted her to be pleased by his praise just as he had by hers. He was consumed by lascivious sensations, feelings which his own wife, Sandy, had never been able to make him experience. Fucking his wife just wasn't the same thing as making love to this incredibly wanton woman. There was a churning tumult in his balls and he thought his achingly rigid cock was going to burst from the pressure that was building up in it. It would explode soon - or else he would. Shivers of lewd pleasure darted excitingly up and down his backbone, and he could taste the moistness of his sweat as it rolled down into his mouth. Gale's heels on his back were like a jockey's whip lashing ceaselessly at him, urging him on as if he were a frantic race horse, her arms clinging to his neck and pulling him down on her passionately heaving breasts.
Oh dear God, this is fantastic, Gale thought excitedly as she fucked back against Mallard, grinding her lust-tormented pussy up against his deeply thrusting cock. But there was something else she wanted, and then this wildly wanton copulation would be complete.
"Yesssss ... yesssss... only you know how to fuck me ... but now ... stick your finger in my anus."
Dan didn't know if he'd heard her right or not. This was definitely a new angle, and yet, she had definitely said it! Tentatively, with the one hand cupping beneath her, he began to search the crevice between her undulating ass-cheeks while she squirmed wildly from his lurid touch. But she didn't object when he ran his finger up and down her warm moist buttocks-split, which was opening and closing from the force of his desire-hardened cock thrusting in and out of her grasping cuntal mouth above. At last he found the tiny puckered opening of her anus and prodded it carefully with his fingertip, noting Gale's squirming reaction to his alien touch.
"Oh yes, darling, that's it ... shove it right in ... shove your finger up into my ass-hole!"
There could be no doubt now about what she wanted and Dan hesitated no longer. He wormed the tip of his middle finger up into the tightly resisting sphincter ring, spreading the spongy flesh wider and wider apart as he slowly penetrated her most secret passage.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh ... Push it right in, dammit... Don't stop now ..."
Gale was like a woman possessed, screwing her buttocks up and then down on Dan's impaling middle finger until, with their mutual efforts, it was embedded right up to the palm in her rubbery, hotly clasping rectal depths.
Dan began to move his middle finger in and out of her reluctantly yielding anus in time with his frantic fucking up into her moistly clinging cunt, their mutual moans of wanton pleasure filling the room as they rocked together toward the ultimate in sensual excitement.
But he knew he couldn't hold out too much longer. His balls were on fire and his cock felt swollen to twice its usual erect size, while his head was whirling and his brain incapable of giving him anymore directions. He was fucking rhythmically into her through blind animal instinct until he thought he'd soon drop from pure exhaustion. Ted Raines's wife was fucking up against him like an automaton, her greedily grasping cuntal walls sucking on and engulfing his palpitating cock with increasing strength. He was afraid she'd suck his swollen hardness right off, so eager was she to take it all in her insatiable pussy.
"Oh Dan darling, I'm doing to cum soon ... I'm going to cum soon from your beautiful fucking of my cunt!"
They would climax and cream it all out together, just like they used to. He could feel the tremors shaking her jerking body, and her tightly clasping anal passage gripped his middle finger with an incredible suctioning force.
"Yessssss ... I'm ... nearly there ... tooooooo ..." he gasped hoarsely. He was reaching, straining to achieve what he knew was going to be a mind-blowing release and he was gratified to know that Gale would be there at the same time. They'd be there together and that would make it all the better!
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... Now Dan now... shoot it to me, shoot it to me... I'm cuuumminnngggg ... Aaaaaauuuuggghhh ..."
Her body tautened momentarily before collapsing into a thousand bone-splitting spasms which shook him as well as herself, her voluptuously curved body vibrating passionately as shudder after quivering shudder of undeniable pleasure rocketed through her and then ...
He didn't see her reactions after that, because he reached the dreamlike lofty heights of Shangri-La too - only this time it took on a brighter, more attractive hue and he knew it was because he was seeing it with Gale, another man's wife. Mind-boggling floods of exquisite pleasure washed over him and every nerve-ending was tinglingly alive with sensual feeling as he sensed his jerking cock spitting out thick rivulets of white-hot sperm which creamed far up into the greedily clutching recesses of the raven-haired beauty's cunt.
Gale accepted his heated male semen into her hungrily grinding belly, and still her moistly sucking cuntal flesh searched eagerly for more. But he was drained dry, long before the warm flushes of pleasure receded from his limp, exhausted body.
His rapidly deflating penis fell wetly from her dilated vagina and his finger slipped with a small hissing, popping sound from her anal mouth when she at last was still. She lay back luxuriously on the soft bed, her beautiful quivering body the picture of wanton satiation. And Dan? For the first time in a long, long while he didn't feel like dropping right off to sleep.
"Well, you haven't lost your touch, I must say," Gale said, her contentedly seductive mouth curving into an alluring smile.
"With someone like you around I never could!"
"You mean it isn't this good with your lovely little wife?"
Involuntarily, Dan's face changed as the lines hardened and a look of weary resentment clouded his handsome features.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought that subject up," Gale apologized. "But I'm sure I could make you forget it again," she added coyly.
"Well, is that so?"
"Want to bet?" Gale was already reaching out for the flaccid expanse of his inert cock, and Dan lay back without answering. No, he didn't want to bet... The odds were too long against him, and Gale was definitely a winner.
CHAPTER FOUR
"J-just tomato juice and coffee, please," Sandy said, avoiding looking at the young waiter, Jacques.
"Will Mr. Mallard be coming to the dining room to join you for breakfast?"
"No, not this morning..." Darn him, why couldn't he get up and come here with me this morning when I needed him most? But he had refused to stir and Sandy really wasn't surprised when she recalled that it had been almost dawn when he'd finally come back to their room. She hadn't slept well herself either. Not only had she been worried about Dan's whereabouts but she was also tormented by the disturbing finale to her impassioned finger-fucking of herself; all night long she was haunted by the hungrily leering face that she had glimpsed peering in her window. She knew that it had been this young waiter Jacques. But what had he been doing? How come he was spying on her? He must have seen everything - how she had torn off her dress, and then her panties ... how she had fondled and stroked her burning pussy until she had experienced a wildly satisfying climax. Yes, he must have seen it all. God, what must he be thinking now?"
The curly black-haired waiter returned with the coffee and tomato juice and Sandy avoided looking at him.
"Did you sleep well, Madam?" he asked suddenly, and involuntarily the nervous blonde raised her eyes to look at him. She was surprised at his question, regarding it as one only a hotel manager might ask, but she had noticed that all the staff here were extra friendly and polite, and why should Jacques be any exception?
"Yes, fine thank you," she replied at length. Jacques was staring at her intently and the flustered young wife couldn't help flushing under his direct gaze. He's probably thinking of what he saw when he looked in the window and saw me with my legs wide open and my fingers up inside me.
"That's good," he went on easily, "because sometimes people get affected when they come up here ... especially women. They get tense ... all worked up ... can't sleep ..."
Sandy stared at the boy in mounting horror. Good God, what was he saying? He really wasn't making sense, saying things like that to her... but was he hinting about something? Was he alluding to how "worked up" she had got last night?
Sandy glanced at him again, unable to stop herself. Maybe I'm just imagining it. If I look at him, I'll be able to tell what he's thinking.
His large expressive brown eyes stared at her keenly and the apprehensive blonde could feel their hot intensity appraising and almost stripping her trembling body as they flickered over her. She wasn't wrong! The insolent young waiter was openly mocking her ... hinting about what he'd seen ... making her uncomfortable deliberately. Well, she'd have to pull herself together and handle him before things got any worse.
"That'll be all now, Jacques, thank you," she said crisply, busying herself with pouring out her coffee.
"If I can do anything for you, Mrs. Mallard, just let me know. Mr. Mallard seems to be pretty busy with his friends and you might need something."
A crimson blush suffused her face and a rush of anger swept over her. She'd report that impertinent waiter right away. She'd tell the manager about his behavior and see to it that he was tired without delay. She didn't have to put up with his insinuations.
But as she sipped her coffee, her resolution faded. After all, what was her complaint? Jacques had been distinctly polite, all the insult had been in her own imagination, even though it was implied in his words. And if she reported him, maybe he'd reveal to other people in the lodge what he'd seen when he looked in her window! Dear God, are things never going to improve? she thought miserably as she sipped her revivifying coffee. She hadn't wanted to come to the dining room this morning when she discovered that Dan had no intention of getting up, but she had been desperate for the stimulant of hot coffee and didn't think she could face people without it. To make things worse, there was no room service to her part of the lodge, which was more isolated than the rest because of a temporary shortage of staff. So she had been in a quandary. But she had suddenly felt sure that Jacques wouldn't be there so early; after all, he had been on duty for dinner and had still been there when she'd left in a hurry last night.
The upset young housewife hadn't minded too much going in for breakfast alone as a quick glance around and assured her that the young waiter was nowhere in sight. But somehow he had materialized out of thin air. Still, I couldn't go on avoiding him for the rest of my vacation. I'll just have to act as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen me fingering myself in the room.
When she had finished two cups of coffee and the tomato juice, the lonely young woman felt a little better. She had put on her matching red shorts and halter this morning, and now she decided to take a relaxing stroll to the nearby river bank and perhaps take some sun. There was nothing else to do anyway and she would have a chance to think out her problems. Because she had overcome the first one involving the spying waiter, she felt sure she could tackle the rest.
For the first time she noticed a kind of beauty in the giant firs which surrounded the lodge and in the multitude of wild mountain flowers which were scattered about the landscape. The river bank was deserted but the sun was quite warm already; she spread out a large towel and sat down impatiently, gazing dreamily at the on rushing river currents. How peaceful it seemed ...
The moments of tranquility which had come over her quickly faded as she lay back, troubling thoughts immediately flooding back into her reeling brain. But she refused to think about what had kept Dan out so late last night. He must have been with his ex-girl friend Gale Raines ... But what could they have been doing? Dan wouldn't be unfaithful to me, she pondered. He wouldn't, I know he wouldn't.
But the tormented young wife couldn't quite convince herself. Hadn't her husband changed since he'd met his old girl friend? He didn't seem to be the same rather easy-going guy he usually was. The way he had forced her to submit to that obscene act was a real shock to her ... she hadn't dreamed that he could act like that. But he had; he had made her kneel down and take his penis between his lips, he had used disgusting words and acted like some rapacious savage gone crazy while he satisfied himself in her mouth.
He had also gone off without warning last night with the ravishing raven-haired woman, leaving her to the mercies of Gale's repulsive husband. He had never done anything like that to her before ... Yes, he had definitely undergone some change and not a very pleasant one at that. It's all that Raines woman's fault, Sandy thought vehemently. She's weaved some kind of spell over him. As she lay there reliving the events of yesterday and last night, Sandy found some of her resentment returning. Dan was really treating her badly; even this morning, he had made no attempt to explain where he spent most of the night. In fact, he was acting pretty much as if she didn't exist, at least as if she had no feelings whatsoever.
Well, she wasn't going to let him get away with it, she vowed bitterly. She'd have it out with him - and soon. She would let him know that he'd have to stop playing around with that black-headed vixen and make up to his neglected wife, for what he'd done to her. Yes, they'd have to have a showdown and the sooner- "Well, you're an early bird this morning!"
Sandy jumped from the unexpected voice and opened her eyes to see Ted Raines settling himself beside her on the bank.
Good God, why did he have to come along? Why can't I get any peace?
"Good morning, Mr. Raines." Maybe if I act real cold toward him, he'll get the message.
"None of this 'Mr. Raines' business. Call me Ted! Just plain Ted! Everyone else does!"
Sandy said nothing. His hale and hearty manner was extremely annoying to her and she resolved that if he didn't leave in a few minutes, she definitely would!
"Dan still in bed too?"
Oh God, he was irritating. Couldn't he see that she didn't want any part of him? Why couldn't he leave her alone?
"They must have had quite a night together, those two!" Ted went on, apparently not noticing her coldness.
He's just trying to tease me, talking about his wife and Dan like that. Well I'm just not going to rise to the bait...
"Say, where'd you dash off to in such a hurry last night?" he asked lightly, his eyes running licentiously over her lithe body, taking in her curvaceous hips and her young, firmly upturned breasts.
A flush of annoyance flooded Sandy's face. What could she say in reply? Could she dare to admit that she'd run away because he was pressing his hardened penis against her stomach and vagina on the dance floor? Dare she say that?
"I was worried about you ... thought you might have gotten sick ... but I can see you're all right ..."
As he was talking, he casually moved his hand over until it was hovering over her smooth thigh, then, his eyes watching her face intently, he dropped it down to caress lightly her leg.
Sandy gasped in disbelief when she felt the hand on her leg and her shocked glance flew to Raines' face. His eyes held a look of pure unadulterated lust and she instinctively shrank from the animal longing reflected in them.
Panic rose up inside her and threatened to choke her. She just didn't know what to do. The very touch of Raines' hand on her leg made her flesh crawl, but she was afraid to do anything about it. He wasn't a man to be treated lightly and she was fully aware of how angry she had made him last night when she'd rushed away from him. If she did the same thing again now ...
She tried to ease her leg away from him but now his hand was creeping upward, sliding slowly toward her trembling hip. Oh God, if he didn't leave her alone she'd scream; she wouldn't be able to help herself.
"Why don't you take off that top piece and get a little more sun on you," he leered, his hand already reaching behind her for the halter fastener.
"Alio! Alio! Mrs. Mallard, there is a telephone call for you!"
The trembling blonde gasped audibly in relief as she saw Jacques, the waiter, running toward her. She had never been so glad to see anyone in her life, even if it was the spying young man.
"T-thanks, Jacques, I'll be right there," she gasped gratefully. Without a backward glance at the frustrated older man, she began to follow the nimble young French Canadian and, now that she had escaped the lecherous clutches of Gale Raines' husband, she began to wonder how on earth she could be getting a phone call.
It must be Dan, calling from the bedroom, or maybe it's mother phoning from Philadelphia.
They reached the lodge and Sandy was hurrying toward the phone booth when Jacques stopped her.
"In here, it's more private." He gestured toward a door Sandy hadn't noticed before. It must be bad news, she worried silently, her heart thudding.
It was a small sparsely furnished room and the apprehensive young woman looked around anxiously for the telephone.
"But where-"
It was then that she heard the click of a key turning in the door and she turned quickly to see Jacques standing there, a strange grin on his handsome dark face. Panic gripped her and she moved apprehensively toward the smiling boy.
"What's going on?" she whispered, fear widening her eyes.
"I saw you with Mr. Raines, Mrs. Mallard. I knew you needed help and this was the best way I could think of."
A flood of relief rushed through the frightened blonde.
"T-That was good of you, Jacques," she said, mustering as much warmth as she could into her voice. "B-But why have you locked the door?"
"I thought maybe you needed some privacy and could do with a drink. You look pretty shaken!"
Sandy saw with some surprise that he had two glasses already half full.
"It's just some bourbon. It'll calm you down."
Dan's wife accepted the glass the French Canadian waiter offered her. She was suffused with mixed feelings. Jacques was being so kind and considerate ... but what was his reason for looking after her like this?
She took a deep swallow of her drink and was pleasantly surprised to find that she found it was just what she did need. You're just being cynical as usual, she mused. He saw you were in trouble and wanted to help, and you can thank your lucky stars he did!
She sat down on the narrow camp bed which formed part of the room's meager rustic furnishings. Jacques should be at work, not here with me having a drink. That's why he locked the door!
Now that she had solved the mystery to her satisfaction, she found that all her doubts had faded. She took another sip of her drink and slowly let herself relax as a warm feeling saturated her body and made her skin tingle all over.
"Feeling better?"
"Oh yes, much better," Sandy smiled. She felt just great - it must be from sheer relief at escaping Raines' obscene pawing. "But Jacques, most of the people here speak only French. How come you speak such good English?"
She was vaguely surprised at her own question but it had struck her right away that Jacques and all the other staff working in Beau Lac Lodge spoke English fluently, with hardly a trace of Gallic accent.
"That's easy! The lodge director sent us to language school in New York so we'll be ready as more Americans come up to northern Quebec and discover Beau Lac."
Sandy drained her glass and handed it back to Jacques.
The shapely blonde wife looked at him, hardly hearing his words. She suddenly felt dizzy. Her head was reeling and she knew she had to lie down.
"Excuse me ... I've got to ... to lie down ..."
He moved over toward her and helped her spread out on the narrow camp bed. She was glad of his closeness because the ceiling seemed to be zooming down on her and the camp bed wouldn't stay still. It kept tossing and twisting just as if she was in a boat.
"Oh Jacques, I feel so strange ..."
"Maybe if you just tried to relax, you'd feel better," he suggested, watching her closely. Man, it's working already, he thought happily. He was glad now that he'd finally decided to drop the tiny amount of aphrodisiac in her bourbon. She'd never know, but he sure would! Everything was going according to plan and it wouldn't be long now. The heavens were on his side with the way things had worked out with that guy Raines pawing her by the lake! That part couldn't have gone better if he'd planned it himself.
"How do you feel now?"
"Much better, Jacques, but I'd better be going now or Dan, my husband ..."
Jacques couldn't help letting his eyes feast on the quivering contours of her satiny white skin. He could see the palpitating upper swells of her breasts above the sheer white halter and a shiver of pleasure rippled salaciously through him. He was so close to her and yet... he had to take his time. If he rushed things now, he'd ruin everything.
"If you go out now, Raines will see you again! He's probably waiting right now!"
Sandy didn't know what was happening to her. Shivers were running up and down her body and she felt unbearably hot. Her brain was reeling and she couldn't control her thoughts. She felt just like she had last night when she'd been almost drunk and couldn't stop herself from stroking her carnally aroused pussy. Yes, she felt just like that now. There was a fierce burning up between her legs which seemed to eat right into the very core of her trembling body, but she couldn't satiate her lewd longing now the way she had last night. A salacious tingle enflamed her damply quivering cuntal split and she clamped her thighs tightly together to try to block out the lascivious yearning. If only Jacques would go away, if he'd leave me alone, maybe I could... But the watching French Canadian boy didn't seem to have any intention of going away. He sat in the room's one chair, his dark brooding eyes fixed firmly on her and she couldn't help shivering when she realized the full extent of his unwavering gaze. What is he thinking? Is he remembering last night? When he saw me stroking and stroking my fingers up into my vagina, the way I'd love to do now? Oh God, what am I saying?
With each passing second, the obscene fire raging up between her legs seemed to be getting worse as tiny thrills of pleasure suffused her restless body, emanating from the moistly heated area of her vagina and unconsciously she began to grind her buttocks down into the bed. She couldn't help it. A primitive instinct overrode her rational doubts and she couldn't stop herself; the beginnings of excitement which had suddenly started were urging her on recklessly and she didn't think she could prevent herself from reaching down with her hand and stroking her wetly pulsing pussy-flesh. But first she had to get rid of Jacques ...
"Jacques ... Jacques ..." she began, finding difficulty in getting her tongue and voice to work.
Jacques was beside her in an instant, his eyes flicking over her tormented body, not missing the faint churning of her desire-ridden pelvis.
The drugged blonde's face was flushed and her eyes were wild, hazed over with repressed lust. How come I never noticed before how good-looking Jacques is? she thought aimlessly, unable to keep control of her deranged imagination.
Jacques could feel the hardening of his penis under his trousers as it lurched in throbbing desire and now that he was really close to the beautiful American, he was overwhelmed with new feelings. He could see that the aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink was working full force and that he probably wouldn't have any difficulty in fucking her half silly. As far as he was concerned, she was becoming more desirable every second as the drug awakened erotic depths sleeping far inside her, but he cautioned himself to take his time, so that he could savor every moment of what he had in mind.
He hesitated just a moment longer and then without warning, he bent down over her and kissed her full on her warm, half-open mouth.
The drug-and-drink dazed wife felt the urgent pressure of the young French Canadian's searching lips and before she had time to be surprised, his tongue had shot past her teeth and was swirling around deep in her mouth, his arms tight around her shoulders as he pressed his chest hard against her excitedly quivering breasts, stretching his body out on top of hers. Oh dear God, what's happening? she thought wildly, not wanting the illicit kiss yet unable to do anything to stop it. The lascivious tingle was still burning hotly up between her legs and the boy's passionate embrace was doing nothing to dampen it.
He continued to kiss her with tongue-taunting intensity while at the same time his hand crept beneath his chest and began to knead the palpitating flesh of her fully rounded breasts. Immediately, against her will, the twin knobs of her nipples stiffened against his rampaging fingers and tremors of unwanted pleasure rippled through her. She really wanted to stop him kissing her, to pull his hands away from her fluttering breasts, but she just couldn't. She was powerless to act against the boy who was taking such advantage of her!
His tongue was plunging wantonly into her mouth, whipping up a froth of saliva with her own, teasing and titillating her tongue in a lewd oral dance, while at the same time his hand slid under her halter and with one swift gesture, flipped it upward and released to freedom her sensually aroused breasts. Without hesitation, his hands closed in on the warmly quivering mound and began rubbing and stroking the hotly rising nipples.
"Mmmm ... you've got pretty tits ..."
The impassioned blonde knew she should have been shocked by the boy's lewd words, but instead, they made scarcely any impression on her. She no longer had any control over her thoughts or feelings. She knew that something new was happening inside her churning body, something she couldn't interpret. A part of her wanted to get righteous about what was happening, but she couldn't seem to summon the strength or will power to put her moral reflexes into words. She could only lie there in total submission and allow the French Canadian waiter to kiss her in open-mouthed passion while he stroked and massaged her bare breasts at the same time.
Jacques was getting more and more excited. The fact that the lovely wife hadn't so far objected to his attentions showed him how well the aphrodisiac was working and made him sure that she was beyond resistance now. His hand crept suddenly lower and slipped swiftly inside the waist band of her brief shorts, the sensual warmth of her sensitive skin like a beacon to his wandering touch as it slid down to brush against the first curling wisps of straying pubic hair.
"Oh Jacques, nooo..." the abandoned young blonde wife moaned feebly, unable to quell the thrills of rapture which eddied through her at his licentious caress.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Mallard," he smiled in reply. "I know you like it... I know you like my hand playing down there near your pussy like yours did last night... don't you?"
His words spun around and around in Dan's wife's helplessly reeling brain. It was true... she liked it! She liked to have the boy touch her there and remind her that he had watched her do it to herself last night. God knows she shouldn't, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His lascivious touch helped to ease the gnawing desire that had been building in her vagina ever since she'd had that drink.
She gasped aloud when his fingers slipped still lower, to come into searing contact with her wetly throbbing cuntal lips.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ... Oh God, no Jacques ... don't... don't touch my - my pussy ... it - it feels like fire ..."
But the excited boy paid no attention to her plea, knowing she didn't mean it. Even now, she was thrusting her hot, wetly twitching little cunt up against his fingers and she loved it - just like he knew she would. His little helpmate never failed, he thought happily, thinking of the herbal aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink.
His fingers probed her damp squirming pussy, pushing and stroking deftly as they moved closer to the now hungrily clasping mouth of her carnally aroused cunt. He could feel the rigid button of her clitoris palpitating erotically under his fingers and he caressed it carefully, making the lust-demented wife moan and mewl with wanton pleasure.
"Ooooooooohhh ... oh, pleasssssseeeeeee ..."
Sandy was caught up in a whirlwind of uncontrollable passion. Her brain told her that what she was doing was wrong, that she shouldn't be here in this room allowing a perfect stranger!!! ... a boy!!! ... to manipulate her helplessly squirming pussy in this obscene way, but she was powerless to stop him. While her brain screamed no, her love-denied body demanded his exciting ministrations. She liked his hand, so skillful and deft, tossing around in her secret wet slit. An image of how she must look, vulgarly sprawled on the narrow camp bed, flashed through her mind, but she ignored it; she didn't care about anything anymore except the fact that the overwhelming gnawing in her vagina was being soothed and appeased and that was what mattered.
She didn't object when Jacques unzipped her shorts, let them fall, then began rolling down her panties. He was taking them off down over her trembling thighs and then she'd be completely naked! But she didn't care. He had seen her naked already, hadn't he, when he looked in the window last night?
The boy's eyes widened as he laid bare the full treasure of her churning pussy to his salacious view. The light triangle of her sparsely fringed pubic hair surmounted a glistening pink slit of lustful enticement and he couldn't tear his greedy gaze away from it. He had had only a glimpse of her beautiful wet furrow yesterday when he'd seen her stroking it herself, but now here she was, completely naked and at his mercy! Oh man, he couldn't help thinking as he stared at her naked cunt, painfully aware of the intense throbbing of his swollen cock as he teased at the clasping pussy lips with his hand. But first there was something he sensuously had to do ...
"God, you're fabulous, Mrs. Mallard!" he gasped in almost hollowed tones. "You look just as good as you did yesterday when I saw you playing with your tight little cunt."
The second lewd reminder sunk into the drugged housewife's dazed consciousness and evoked in her a shudder of shame. She wanted to act now, to come to her senses and get away from this boy who was taking advantage of her, but it was as if all strength had drained from her body. The spur of mental humiliation made no impression on her hungrily twitching body. It was a whirlpool of lust which was getting stronger and stronger all the time and the French Canadian could say what he liked - mortify her however he chose - but it wouldn't make any difference to the demon of desire which was raising such havoc inside her hotly throbbing belly.
"And now I'm gonna suck that sweet little pussy of yours. You'll like that, won't you Mrs. Mallard?"
An image of her husband flashed into her mind at that moment, giving her strength to raise a feeble objection.
"Please no, Jacques ... Leave me alone ... It's wrong! I've - I've never let another man touch me but my husband!"
"No, it's not wrong ... you want me to, don't you? You want me to shove my tongue up into your hot little cunt, don't you?"
Oh God, why can't I tell him no? Why can't I tell him to leave me alone? His hand was still stroking wetly along the salaciously quivering furrow of her pussy and wantonly she was writhing around on the camp bed, rotating her hotly churning pelvis uncontrollably as he teased his middle finger halfway up into the wetly waiting depths of her vagina.
"Tell me you want me to lick and kiss your red-hot little pussy or I'll stop fingering you!"
He teased away his hand from up between her vaginal lips and a wave of disappointment flooded over Sandy. She felt as if one of her limbs had been torn from her body. Oh God, she was being driven absolutely insane ... she had to have the sweet beautifully soothing touch of his caresses on her fiercely burning cunt or she'd go crazy.
"Tell me, you want me to lick you up between your legs, Mrs. Mallard or I won't touch your pussy again. I'll stop completely," he threatened with a lewd little grin on his face.
God, she couldn't let that happen. She'd do anything he wanted. Somehow he had her in his power and she had to give in. There was no use in fighting.
"Yes, yes ... I want you ... I want you to!"
"You want me to ... to what, Mrs. Mallard?" he grinned wider.
God in heaven, why was he tormenting her like this? Couldn't he see how hot she was? Couldn't he see that she was nearly out of her mind, that her cunt was on fire?
"I want you to lick it! Oh my God, suck it, damn you!" Her voice was shrill as she screamed out the words he wanted to hear. She couldn't help herself. He had taunted her beyond belief and she had no self-control or shame left. She was just a nameless, mindless body, every inch of which was crying out for satiation, for release from the fiery pin-pricks of lust which were stabbing her everywhere.
Jacques was satisfied that her submission was complete. The aphrodisiac had done its work and now the haughty blonde wife of Mr. Dan Mallard was on the same level as he was - it didn't matter now that she was on vacation and that he was just a waiter. It didn't matter that she had far more money than he could ever hope to have. All that was important was the fact that she was at his mercy, crying out for the pleasure that only he could give - and give it he would.
Slowly, he drew apart the slender molded columns of her thighs and revealed the full plane of her eagerly waiting pussy. The moist pink gleam of her half-hidden little cunt sent illicit shivers thrilling through him. The infringing light pubic hairs curled out from the delicately soft flesh, partially concealing the wetly trembling split from his avid gaze, and he placed his fingers tenderly on the thin outer lips to draw them carefully apart. He sucked in his breath sharply when he saw the tiny coral petals of the inner vaginal furrow pulsating and glistening enticingly in eager anticipation.
Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer. The excitedly flushed pussy-channel drew him like a magnet and he pressed his face down suddenly between her open thighs and flicked out his greedily darting tongue.
The lust-driven young boy heard the drugged blonde's sudden intake of breath but he didn't stop running his tongue up and down hurriedly, licking and lapping at the nectar-like moisture which had gathered on her softly quivering pussy-flesh. He swirled and searched with his agile burrowing tongue, flicking its tip into the hidden depths of her wildly twitching cunt, and then out again to tease hotly around the widespread slit of her hair-fringed pussy mouth.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh!" Sandy mewled incessantly, rolling her head from side to side in animal arousal, fireballs of ecstatic delight shooting through her, electrifying every particle of her perspiring body. It was incredible! She had never experienced anything like this before. She had absolutely forbidden her husband, Dan, to even attempt anything like this.
Though her husband had often wanted to, she had always refused, maintaining it was perverted, but now she didn't care. Besides, how could it be perverse when it felt so good - even if it was a complete stranger who was doing it to her. Her brain was so unhinged by the effects of the drug that she was actually accepting the love-making of a young French Canadian boy, any feeble half-uttered doubts she might have being washed away completely by the raptures of pleasure spreading to every inch of her body. Lustfully intoxicated, she groaned aloud and spread her smooth satiny thighs even farther apart, revealing the whole split of her excitedly naked pussy to the boy's insanely licking tongue.
The probing pink tongue raced up and down the hotly pulsating crevice as his lips sucked and nibbled at the velvety cuntal folds in lewd savage hunger, titillating the charged bud of her clitoris, making the wantonly abandoned wife's fingers dig frantically down into the sheet covering the camp bed in sobbing helplessness. Her whole body was churning crazily as she ground her buttocks furiously down into the mattress in time to the maddening assault of the waiter's tireless tongue.
Jacques was pleased with the frenzy he had evoked in the drugged American wife. She was beyond all recall and he thought with satisfaction that he could do anything he liked with her. She was certainly beautiful, he thought admiringly, as his tongue continued to work furiously at her salaciously clasping cunt - as lovely as any woman he'd ever seen here in Beau Lac ... or fucked. But he knew that the drug wouldn't have worked so efficaciously if the natural reserves of sensuality hadn't been there in the first place. In his youthful wisdom he realized that the aphrodisiac wouldn't or couldn't put something there that wasn't there; it could only loosen it!
Sandy was like a woman gone crazy, her half-open mouth uttering obscenities that she never knew she knew, her body heaving and vibrating frantically as she thought she'd go stark raving mad if something didn't happen to appease her ravaging rapacious libido. She ground her wide-open loins shamelessly, sluttishly up against the French Canadian's boy's face, her hot, greedily clutching inner walls pulling savagely on his deeply thrusting tongue each time it darted up into her receptive cunt.
Jacques used his knowing tongue in the manner of a plunging penis, rotating it around in her hungrily grasping vaginal depths, then withdrawing to the tremoring knob of her clitoris with a wet, lightly tantalizing stroke.
"Oh God yesssssss ... yes, keep sucking my cunt like that... don't stop ..." Sandy begged licentiously, unable to help herself, her thighs clamping tight around the boy's perspiring head and ears so that he could hardly have moved away even if he wanted to. The wet tingling walls of her deliriously aroused vagina rimmed his nose and mouth, and his fire-hot breath which shot in huge puffing gasps up into the moistly clinging cavern added to her ecstasy.
Her entire body rocked and buffeted against his working mouth as he sucked in the tender succulent folds of pussy-flesh and tantalized them with his ceaselessly swirling tongue. He was engulfed, almost intoxicated, with the heavy fragrance of her frenziedly aroused womanhood and he became attuned to every sensation and shudder that charged through her body. He knew, too, that she couldn't hold out much longer, that she was excited to fever pitch and would soon turn into a shuddering deranged bundle of fury if she didn't explode into orgasm soon.
He continued to suck and slaver at the frantically clutching mouth of her vagina, his tongue flicking snake-like up into the palpitating depths, his hands encircling the tensely clenching moons of her buttocks. He could feel her straining toward the ultimate satisfaction, and desperately he strove to bring her to that ecstatic point.
"Aaaaaahhh ... God ... I'm going to cum ... I'm nearly there ..."
Her entire being seemed concentrated then as her body hovered on the edge of a yawning precipice, hanging there for a long, interminable moment before ...
Her inflamed pelvis ground voraciously up against his wetly glistening face as wave after wave of pleasure flooded deep up inside her.
She battered her wet churning vagina against his still-sucking mouth, her furiously working inner walls nearly pulling his tongue from its moorings. The air was rent with her obscene groans of orgasm, but Jacques forgot to worry about being discovered; he was lost in the aura of her animalistic climax in which she seemed totally and completely abandoned as her body writhed around in wanton frenzy.
The lust-contorted housewife discharged a gush of warm sticky orgiastic moisture which cascaded down to bathe his face and steep him in the atmosphere of her flooding release, until at last, she relaxed her emotion strengthened thighs and he was able to pull his cum-drenched face away from her still hotly-pulsating pussy.
Sandy lay there in a kind of dream world, feeling satiated in a way she had never known before - certainly much more so than she Suddenly he couldn't wait any longer. The excitedly flushed pussy-channel drew him like a magnet and he pressed his face down suddenly between her open thighs and flicked out his greedily darting tongue. Had last night when she had been compelled to fondle and stroke her own vagina. Yes, it was much better with someone else, especially someone like Jacques. Still, she wasn't quite satisfied.
"How did you like that, Mrs. Mallard?"
In a kind of lewd drugged haze, Sandy saw the handsome face of the French Canadian boy hovering over her. Mmmmmmmm, he certainly is good-looking, and well-built, too ...
"Look what I've got for you now!"
Sandy saw that he had moved closer to her and her eyes dropped instinctively to where he was holding the hard throbbing length of his cock in his hand!
"Ooooooohhhh ... It's big and hard ..." the words purred sensuously from her lips as she fixed her drug-fogged eyes on his heavily palpitating young penis.
"Yeah, it sure is," Jacques agreed smilingly, "and now I'm going to fuck you like crazy with it ... will you like that?"
A warm flush suffused the blonde's svelte shapely body and a lascivious tingle started again in her still warmly tingling pussy.
"Oh yes, Jacques," she said, her lips parting in a lewd inviting smile as she reached down voluntarily and pulled her knees all the way back up to touch her breasts, exposing the whole of her saliva and female-cum moistened vagina to his forward moving young cock ... she was his ... his to fuck at his pleasure ...
CHAPTER FIVE
In five minutes, he'll be here, Sandy thought happily as she lit another cigarette. She sat on the edge of the narrow bed, checking her watch every other minute. She could hardly wait for Jacques to come. The day had dragged by, as it had yesterday while she waited seemingly interminably for her boy-lover to be off duty for a few hours. It was hardly credible that only three days had elapsed since Jacques had lured her for the first time into this little room which she had come quickly to consider "theirs".
How I've changed since then, the smiling blonde thought contentedly, her mind going back lazily over that fateful day, though most of the events faded into a hazy blur and she could barely remember actualities. All she could recall was the change that had come over her and how she had stayed that way. Jacques had confessed to her about how he had put the aphrodisiac in her drink and at first she'd been furious at how he'd tricked her. But then, she reasoned, if he hadn't done that, she would never have let him touch her or lick her pussy the way he did. That was what had unleashed her passion initially and then, when he'd made love to her right after, she knew that an important change had been wrought in her.
Sandy still had some trouble avoiding Ted Raines. That lecherous man seemed to be everywhere, she thought indignantly. But she had always cut him short and if he didn't get the message by now that she just wasn't interested, well, he must be pretty dumb. There was only one guy she was interested in right now and that was Jacques, her beautiful youthful lover, Jacques.
He's coming! she realized, her heart pounding in joyful anticipation as she heard his key in the lock. She didn't know or want to know why he, as a junior waiter, was able to use this room. All she cared about was that he could ... and that meant they could be blissfully together in his few short hours off.
"Jacques darling, I thought you'd never come!"
She flew into his arms and he pulled her roughly to him, his proud young cock already stiffening inside his pants.
"Goodness darling, you're getting turned on already," she murmured, her hand dropping to caress the growing bulge.
"Mmmm, when I know you're ready and waiting, I get a hard-on just thinking about it."
"Well, let's not waste any more time," she said, pulling out of his embrace, and fumbling with the zipper of her shorts. Already she sensed that the crotch band of her panties was moist with rising passion, and the way she was feeling today, three hours definitely would not be enough time ... but they'd give it a try.
So this is where that snotty little bitch spends her time! Ted Raines thought triumphantly as he glared in the tiny window. He had followed the provocative blonde around all day, keeping just out of sight and at last, he was successful. She had evaded him yesterday and the day before, but he had finally outfoxed her. She thought she was being so goddamned smart, but no one could fool Ted Raines for long. Just by chance, he had seen her slip out of this very room yesterday. Only then, she had been alone. He noticed that she'd locked the door carefully and, realizing that something was afoot, he determined that he'd get a key to see what was in the room. After a lot of trouble, he had finally bribed - and heavily - one of the French Canadian staff to give him one of the duplicate keys. He hadn't got it till this morning, but now his patience was rewarded and he had caught Mrs. Mallard in the small room ... and he could walk in there at any moment!
The only thing he hadn't bargained for was Jacques. He just couldn't believe it when he saw the young waiter in there and he settled himself in position at the small window, where he could see but not be seen just as the waiter let himself furtively in.
Now Raines stared in open-mouthed anger as the shapely pretty blonde and the slender, dark-eyed young waiter started to embrace lovingly. He couldn't hear what they were saying, to his chagrin, but it was obvious that they were pretty chummy. Then, to his astonishment, he saw Sandy begin to strip off her shorts. The dirty whoring bitch! he thought vehemently, looking so lily-white pure and angelic, and all the time coining here to meet this young punk!
Anger rose in him, threatening to choke him, as he watched unwaveringly while Sandy removed first her yellow shorts, then her matching shell top. When she was wearing just her brassiere and panties, Jacques, already stark naked, moved over to her and casually removed her skimpy nylon underwear!
Raines felt a stab of envy when he noticed the boy's lean, yet virile body and compared it to his own heavier bulk, then his attention was riveted on the blonde's fabulous figure.
Christ, look at those boobs, he groaned silently, just before his eyes dropped to rivet immovably on the sparsely-haired triangle of her pubic "vee". He thought he could just make out a glint of wet pink flesh before Jacques led her over to the narrow bed and hungrily pulled her down beside him, while Ted, his eyes burning from the strain of staring, gazed at the rounded firmness of her trembling ass-cheeks. Christ, I'd like to kill that young sonofabitch, he swore viciously as he continued to spy on the oblivious young couple ...
"You're nice and wet already," Jacques murmured, his hand trailing lingeringly between Sandy's widespread thighs as he lay on his side next to her on the camp bed. He could feel the gentle pulsations of her eager cunt flesh and knew that she was ready to fuck and he was no longer surprised by her avaricious appetite nor by the fact that she always seemed to be hot for him. That first time, he thought it was mainly the drug but now he knew better. She was a real tornado who just had to see a cock before she went mad for it, not that he cared - far from it.
Sandy ran her hand up and down the throbbing hardness of the boy's fully erect cock, enjoying the sensation of the hot blood pulsing through it, her eyes feasting hungrily on the smooth lines of his hard lean young body. She felt as if she could devour him whole ... he was such a perfect lover - tender and at the same time just as greedy and insatiable as she was. She moaned through passion-clenched teeth as he suddenly bit into her left breast, his mouth encircling her tingling nipple, and she shivered erotically from the casual massaging he was giving her churning pussy while she pressured his pounding penis with tightly circling fingers.
Already her body was overcome with chilling sensations of growing lust, and she was trembling ungovernably from the force of her ever rising need. He was hovering over her now, her legs spread wide out on either side of his knees.
"Oh darling, put it in now ... put your lovely big cock inside me now ..."
Jacques smiled to himself at her hoarsely urgent words. She could never wait - she was always crying out for it, almost as if another minute would be the death of her. Her fingers were still locked tight around his clamoring cock and she began to guide it toward the waiting pink mouth of her quivering vagina. He could see the rosy inner petals nibbling gently at the air in anticipation of what was coming, and he finally drew in his breath sharply as his throbbing penis made contact with her moist trembling pussy.
"Aaaaaaahhh ... yesssss ... nowwww ..." Sandy gasped too as she guided the rock-hard head toward her delicately quivering furrow. She could hardly wait for him to penetrate her ... to feel the unyielding hardness of his masculine cock as it tunneled relentlessly up into her secret depths. That was all she lived for these days, that was all that was important.
The amorous young French Canadian fastened his hands in the firm roundness of her wide-splayed thighs and then began to move forward, guiding the bulbous head through the tender outer flanges, watching the hair-fringed edges of her eagerly receptive cunt give way before his nudging, and then he sensed the first moist clinging of her inner pussy channel.
"Mmmmm... nnnggghhhnnn..." Sandy sighed ecstatically, spreading her legs even farther apart and giving her cunt up willingly to his deliciously impaling young cock.
Jacques continued to push forward, feeling the heated internal walls yielding as he entered her openly presented vagina. The velvety membrane coated his palpitating penis like a tight glove and involuntarily he quickened his penetration, his lust-stiffened cock beginning to race through her heaving vaginal passage until it was sunk deep up in the hidden recesses of her hungrily welcoming belly.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh ... oh God yessss ..." Sandy cried aloud as he embedded his full fleshy length in her tight eager cunt and his sperm-filled balls slapped wetly down against the upraised cheeks of her lewdly grinding buttocks.
The scheming, cheating bitch! Raines raged inwardly, his teeth clenched in anger and rage. He couldn't pull himself away from the sight of the voluptuous blonde and her young lover, even though the sight filled him with a fury he could hardly control. The dirty little whore, he rasped over and over again, unable to forget how she had treated him as if she were some spotless angel and he some kind of lecherous devil - how she'd pulled away from him on the dance floor just because she'd felt-his prick inside his pants - how disgusted she'd been when he'd stroked her thigh out there on the beach.
He'd really begun to think she was on the level ... God, how she'd fooled him. She was just like all the rest, but instead of him, all she'd wanted was a young boy's cock! Foul descriptions of the unfaithful wife raced through his inflamed brain. He wanted to rush into the room and confront the two of them, give that young punk a busted jaw and then her! He'd ... he'd ... he didn't know what he'd do to her because he knew that in spite of his anger, he still desired to fuck her more than ever. Just seeing her fucking like crazy with the curly black-haired waiter turned him on more than he could imagine. He couldn't believe how hot she was - even his own wife, Gale, barely got that wild! Their two bodies were locked together in obscene abandon and Raines could just barely make out the boy's virile young cock plunging wetly into the grasping pinkness of her churning cunt. Though he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could guess. Now he knew he had a real score to settle with that stuck-up bitch -she'd made a fool of him, treated him like dirt while all the time she was no better than he was.
Jacques' hard young cock slid with swiftly increasing tempo up into the depths of Sandy's moistly clasping cunt, her arms clinging to his neck and her heels drumming salaciously down against his rhythmically clenching buttocks. The lust-observed blonde flexed her frantically vibrating pussy upward to receive her youthful lover's heavily driving penis, allowing it to sink to the very depths of her vaginal passage, gasping again and again as the spongy bulbous head tipped the mouth of her womb, sending unknown sensations scurrying throughout her helplessly aroused body. His wildly plunging penis seemed as much a part of her own frenetically clutching cunt, and she felt a momentary stab of loss each time he withdrew its impaling length, but then he'd thrust his hard blood-engorged cock back again in her eagerly waiting pussy and she'd find herself surging once more to sublime heights.
"Oh yessss ... keep fucking me like this... keep fucking me hard . .,. " she begged as her body reacted in unequivocal ecstasy to his impassioned love-making.
"Oooohhh God, Jacques, I'm ... I'm almost there . .,. I'm going ... to ...cum! Aaaaahhhhh ..."
She was writhing and squirming out of control now, bouncing wildly around on the narrow bed. This was the moment for which she'd been waiting - her whole being was fulfilled in this split second when the hedonistic explosion of her wholehearted release came. She was climaxing from Jacques' wonderful fucking and she thought she'd die of pleasure!
Raines' eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched the two splendidly attuned bodies jerk and buck together in perfect unison. The sight of the boy's rock-hard cock sliding smoothly in and out of Sandy's greedily welcoming cunt, the softly swollen edges clinging frantically to it as it pulled out and then the tiny delicate petals disappearing as he surged again up into her, filled with him a hatred and envy which was chewing like a rat on his delicate nerve edges. He could hardly stand it any longer. His fury-dimmed eyes noted that they were cumming together, they had reached a mutual orgasm -that goddamn bitch that he couldn't help desiring and wanting, and that insolent young bastard who still had a lot to learn!
But he'd fix them ... oh God he'd fix them!
Jacques dug his hands into the yielding smoothness of her flaring ass-cheeks as he drove his lust-hard cock deeper and deeper up into Sandy's helpless quivering body. He himself was edging closer to the climax that had already overtaken his beautiful abandoned lover and he stared obliviously down at her jerking, perspiration-soaked form. He felt her tightly clinging vaginal walls open to emit a warm enveloping flood of feminine juices and the intoxicating sensation triggered off his own hovering orgasm.
The lust-consumed French Canadian battered his ejaculating penis against her openly offered pussy, feeling her clutching vaginal passage sucking voraciously on his semen-spitting organ, trying to milk out every last drop of his white-hot charge. The clamoring in his balls began to ease as the eruption continued and he felt as if his body had fused into hers, that they had actually become one. Their movements of giving and receiving were in perfect unison and the impassioned boy wanted the moment to go on and on ...
Lost in a trance of near euphoria, he didn't hear the key turning in the door-lock. He didn't hear anything until an' ugly, lust-distorted voice rang out menacingly.
"Now, I've got you where I want you, you lying cheating goddamn schemers!"
Pure primitive shock galvanized Sandy into action as she wriggled frantically out from beneath the dazed benumbed boy to stare with loathing disgust at the glaring intruder.
Anger flooded through her in an overriding barrage, banishing all feelings of shame or guilt.
"What are you doing here? And who do you think .,. . "
"Look at Miss Pristine Pussy! Sitting there with her legs spread open to show off her newly fucked cunt!"
"How dare you!" Raines mimicked so hideously that Sandy flushed. "Don't try that with me! I've just seen you being fucked crazy by this young punk here! You're just a no-good tramp, and I think it's time you were taught a lesson!"
Sandy's eyes flew beseechingly to Jacques, who sat there pale-faced and obviously frightened.
"And it's no good looking at your boyfriend here," Raines leered, catching her glance. "He won't do a thing ... not unless he wants to find himself out of a job all the way across Canada to the Pacific!"
A quick glance in the young French Canadian's direction revealed Raines' statement to be hopelessly true. Sandy was alone. Jacques had deserted her, at least as far as any help was concerned. She had to face this madman alone.
"What do you want?" she whispered again, suddenly wishing for the first time that she hadn't shown her contempt for him quite so obviously.
"I told you what I want. Now I'll show you!" he leered as he began to fumble with his pants. With alacrity, he unzipped them and slid them down, stepping out of them agilely. Involuntarily, Sandy's eyes dropped to where his rigid penis stood out threateningly. God, it was inhuman! She had never seen anything like it. A shiver coursed through her - he'd kill her if he fucked her with that thing!
Her eyes flew toward the door. Maybe she could reach it in time ... she didn't think of what she'd do when she found herself out in the public part of the lodge, stark naked. She just wanted to escape.
"And, honey," Raines went on demoniacally, "in case you're wondering, I've locked that door. So there's no way out. You've just got to stay and take your punishment."
"P-punishment?"
"Yeah, punishment. You didn't think I was going to reward you for what you've done to me, did you? You've treated me worse than a dog, and I'm gonna see that you pay for it! Or else, OF Dan Mallard will get an earful of what you've been up to."
Raines was rewarded with a look of horror passing over the terrified wife's face.
"Oh please, you can't tell Dan!"
"All right, you just be a good girl, and I won't tell Dan ... at least, not yet!"
"B-but what ..." she gulped again, staring at the hard length of his lustfully bloated cock.
"I'll show you!" Raines rasped, reaching for her suddenly and pulling her toward him, sensing the blonde's shiver of loathing at his touch which caused his anger to return in force. Goddamn slut, she was pleased enough to get that waiter's cock inside her, but she thinks she's too good for me.
Sandy's heart was pounding in terror. Struggling was useless, she knew. Raines was quite capable of hitting her to keep her silent, and she wasn't ready for any physical assault like that. Oh, God, why did this horrible thing happen to inc.'
The stocky older man's hands were roaming all over her body, pinching, kneading, massaging, yet she tried to hide the shudders of revulsion so she wouldn't anger him, but it was hard. Undressed, he was just as disgusting as when he was on the river bank, and his penis seemed so huge, so thick and menacing.
"What a cute, tight little ass you've got!" he tittered, squeezing the rounded half-moons with his rough calloused hands. A thrill of apprehension shot through the helpless wife as Raines began to force her over toward the bed. What's he going to do to me? she shuddered.
He pushed her face down onto the bed, cutting short her attempts to scramble right up onto the mattress.
"I've got a special position for you," he rasped cruelly as his hard hands forced her to lean over the bed in a kneeling position on the floor. The iron edge of the bed was pressing into her quaking vaginal mound and her shoulders and breasts were pushing heavily down into the mattress. A flush of shame spread through her at the realization of the debasing position she was in, and rebellion flared inside her.
"Leave me alone! Please, leave me alone!" she cried suddenly, desperately trying to struggle out of his stranglehold.
His hand swooped down with surprising swiftness and smacked against the bare flesh of her nakedly outthrust buttocks, the slap bringing tears of pain to her eyes as well as a fresh blush of mortification to her cheeks.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll tell your husband!"
The hopelessly outmaneuvered wife knew she had lost. The nightmare situation she was in offered no escape, though it seemed unbelievable that the vicious older man should have interrupted her sojourn with her young tender lover. But to actually take it on himself to punish her was absolutely fantastic! But ... how was he going to punish her? A chill of foreboding clutched her heart, but she didn't dare think. She was helpless and alone. Jacques had deserted her ... her young French Canadian lover was intimidated by the crazy older American. There was no way out for her!
Once again she felt his licentious hands on her firm trembling buttocks, pulling the tender flesh, parting the shuddering crevice of her ass-cheeks, straining them almost beyond endurance. She winced as she felt his finger run along the forbidden split and hesitate at the cringing opening of her defenselessly upraised anus.
Oh God, what is he going to do? An icy hand of cold fear gripped her heart as she felt the finger prodding at her exposed nether opening and ...
"Aaaaarrrhhhhh ... oh God! Oh God!"
He had stuck his finger right up into her tightly resisting rectum!
A shock wave of pain and panic rippled through the horror-stricken wife as she squirmed desperately to escape the illicit impalement, but her movements only served to allow further entry to Raines' relentlessly probing finger. Flashes of anguish assaulted her twisted body as he continued to worm his finger up into the soft rubbery passage.
Dear Lord in heaven, what is on his mind? Why is he doing this to me? she thought through her tears of pain. She ceased her vain struggle, knowing it was useless and hoping to ease the agony. The lewdly skewered blonde heard Raines' bestial grunts of pleasure behind her as he rotated his finger in her rectal passage and she almost sobbed in pure relief as he finally pulled it out with a short, sudden jerking motion.
But immediately, she felt a more insidious pressure against her trembling rectum and disbelief cascaded over her as she tried to banish the realization that was forming in her dazed brain.
She knew it was the hard heavy head of his penis that she felt wedged back there between her ass-cheeks. But what ... what "Are you ready to be treated like the slut, the gangfuck little whore that you really are?" he asked, his cruel voice thick with lust.
"What ... what are you ... going ... to do?" she sobbed pitifully, unable to help herself.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass! I'm going to rape your ass-hole to pay you back for how you treated me! I'm going to make you pay for how you've made me suffer!"
No! Sandy's brain screamed when she heard the horrible words. He couldn't mean that, he just couldn't. That was unnatural, perverted. He'd kill her, especially with that huge, lust-swollen penis of his!
"P-please don't," she whimpered as she kneeled in hopeless submission before him. But she was too late.
"Aaaarrrggghhh... Nooooo..."
Her glorious moans resounded frighteningly in the small sound-proofed room as she felt the first searing entry of the hugely bloated head as it tried to squirm its way past the tightly clenched sphincter ring. Pain riddled her mortified body and she wished that she'd lose consciousness, to spare her the incredible agony.
But Raines seemed oblivious to her moans of pain, and his eyes bulged as he stared down at his blood-inflated cock pushing against the small, vainly straining anal circle. Christ, it must be a cherry, he thought delightedly, realizing that he hadn't thought about that point before. The knowledge that he was ravaging this haughty little bitch's virgin rectum added to his feeling of power and superiority. This'll teach her, he thought viciously, as with brutal force he flicked his hips forward a tiny inch to pop his cockhead just up inside the small, helplessly resisting circle.
"Oh please don't, Ted, please," she cried piteously, using his first name for the first time, as she felt the lips of her tight, unused little rectal mouth being split almost beyond endurance.
"Shut up ... you deserve ... this ... for ... cheating on your husband like a goddamn slut ... you deserve it!" Ted gasped as he continued to force, by inches and half-inches, the thickly tensed length of his cock along the tightly resisting anal channel. He felt the smooth rubbery walls closing in like a vise on his burrowing penis and wondering if he could ever get it out again. Man, she was tight tighter than he thought possible.
As Jacques looked on in amazed disbelief, Ted at last managed to sink his blood-engorged cock with one final heave up to the very hilt in the blonde's virginally squeezing rectum, the tight rubbery passage locking around him like an elastic band so that he could hardly move his cock even a quarter-inch. The pain-wracked woman kneeling before him was immobile and he wondered fleetingly if she had fainted. But I'll soon wake her up! he chortled obscenely as he began to withdraw from her wide-stretched back channel.
"Aaaaggghhhnnn ... uuuggghhh ..." Sandy gasped and groaned as she felt tender rectal flesh being drawn outward by his rigid cock as it pulled out slowly, then experienced a temporary release from the mental agony which was soon resumed when Raines surged forward and fucked it up into her again.
Dear God, will it ever end? she thought miserably as Raines tried to establish a thrusting rhythm in and out of her widely split anus. The tightly clenching passage finally began to yield a little and the pain lessened, but she was still numb and sore from his brutal intrusion.
"Well, bitch, how do you like being fucked in the ass?"
His voice was crude and hoarse and full of contempt as he continued to pound and thrust up into her cruelly expanded rectum, his hands like claws holding her squirming white buttocks in place. The vengeful older man's eyes were glazed over with perverted lust and a sadistic feeling of power swept over him as he stared down at the ravaging length of his penis disappearing up into the puckered brown mouth of the subjugated blonde's rectum.
"You thought you were too good for the likes of me, but you let yourself be fucked by that kid waiter ... now I'm getting even with you!"
The words were spat out and Sandy cringed from the hatred in them. She was beyond feeling any pain now, her body having somehow adjusted to the harsh impalement while the most searing agony seemed to have diminished.
The contrite housewife just wanted the whole thing to be over with.
At first, she didn't notice the tiny pinpricks of pleasure which were beginning to needle her deep inside; she ignored them until she was forced to recognize them for what they were. She had passed the hazy pain-pleasure line and had come out squarely on the side of enjoyment! She was beginning to enjoy her debasing punishment! Yes, there was no other way to describe her new increasingly intense feelings.
A kind of masochistic joy swept over her in a rush as she recognized what was happening. Yes, she was being punished for what she did, but she was enjoying the punishment! It hardly seemed possible, but there it was - there was no doubt about it!
Already she was thrusting her quivering buttocks back against Raines' sodomizing cock, flaring her excited ass-cheeks and screwing her expanding rectum lewdly back on the heavily driving penis. A deep guttural moan started somewhere inside her and erupted from between her dry lips as a savage animal snarl.
Raines could hardly believe his ears - or his eyes. The bitch was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her! She was getting aroused by his ass-fucking. He just couldn't believe it, but she was actually screwing her white, smoothly curved buttocks back, readily accepting his obscenely embedded cock. Her body was betraying her mounting passion, and she wasn't even bothering to hide it!
Sandy was oblivious to everything but the rising tide of her complete abandon. She didn't care about Jacques' open-mouthed stare, that her young lover was watching bug-eyed at what was taking place. She didn't care about Ted Raines' mixed feelings over the transformation that had taken place ... she only cared about the new unbelievable sensations that were churning uncontrollably through her body. They were chilling, forbidden feelings but she accepted them with a masochistic pleasure. It was just fabulous - she was being punished and at the same time, she was enjoying it. Her sin of infidelity was being expiated and at the same time she was discovering new heavenly delights.
"Yes! Yes! Keep fucking my ass-hole! Keep fucking me back there!" she gasped with sudden vehemence, no longer getting enough of the hard-driving cock up in her lustfully excited anus, her body trembling with lurid chills as her wildly quivering buttocks jerked back violently.
Gale's husband forgot all the ideas he'd had about punishment and humiliation. He too was caught up in the obscene reality of the act he was performing. The fact that his hitherto victim was actually reveling in the salaciously perverted love-making gave new pleasure to him and he lunged into her with deeper, stronger strokes.
He had never experienced anything quite like this before and he was filled with admiration for Mrs. Mallard. She's quite a broad, he thought wonderingly, as he watched the pummeling length of his cock-shaft disappear again and again up into the eagerly clutching confines of her helplessly aroused rectum.
"Oh God! Oh God! I can't ... I'm going to ... " Sandy cried out disbelievingly. She could hardly believe that she was going to climax from this obscene fucking, but her beautiful sensual body was going its own way as tremors of overwhelming rapture shuddered through her, her backward thrusts becoming frantic as she was caught up in a series of gigantic spasms.
"Oh God I'm there! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Her hands dug into the bed before her as she balanced herself, and she tossed her head round and round in feverish rhythm with the tremendous quaking controlling her body.
Raines was mesmerized by her churning rocketing body. Her heated rectal passage was clutching voraciously at his lust-inflamed cock and he was almost afraid that it would be wrenched away from him by the force of the suction that was drawing it up into Sandy's greedily milking anal depths. He couldn't keep back the floodgates that unleashed his raging hot stream of sperm up into her voraciously grasping back channel. It squirted out in hotly scalding jets far up into her eagerly receptive anus, inundating it with thick white semen as his seething balls slapped heavily down against the delicate flesh of her quivering cunt below, and still he pumped into her with liberated animal intensity.
Sandy felt the first onrush of the older man's white-hot semen gushing up into her and realized with lustful delight that it was filling her rectum to the bursting point, and then she knew no more, passing out from the incomparable strain of sustained pain and pleasure both.
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you sure you don't mind being left all alone again tonight?" Dan's voice was anxious and he was holding his breath in suspense. He knew he shouldn't leave his lovely wife all alone again, but he also knew that he couldn't deny himself the opportunity of spending a few hours with Gale.
"Of course I don't, darling," Sandy smiled cheerfully. Oh God, I wish he'd hurry up and go was the thought that Hashed through her brain, but she was careful not to let it show on her face.
The excited blonde heaved a sigh of relief when her husband finally left. She knew that he didn't have any inkling about herself and her double affair with Ted and Jacques, but it still made her uneasy when he lingered after the appointed time for her two lovers to come, even though she knew they would be careful before they knocked on her door. After that time several days ago, when Ted had burst in on Jacques and herself and she had lewdly succumbed to the older man's anal fucking, they had decided not to use that little room anymore - because if Ted was able to get a key, maybe someone else could. And much as Sandy enjoyed the double attentions of the two men, she thought that that was enough to cope with for the moment and, even though the room had the advantage of being soundproofed, they decided it was just too risky to keep on using.
They had decided to use the Mallard's own room, because Dan was with Gale so much. Sandy never asked Ted what was going on because she simply didn't want to know, she'd rather shut her eyes and ears to it and concentrate on her own amusement.
She rushed to open the door when she heard the discreet knock, and Ted and Jacques slipped stealthily inside as she re-bolted the lock.
"He took a hell of a long time to leave," Raines remarked, pouring the Scotch he'd brought into three glasses. "Does he know what's going on?"
"Of course not, darling, how could he?"
She took another sip of her drink as lewd thoughts tumbled around in her lust-inflamed brain. Ted and Jacques were talking desultorily but Sandy didn't join in. Already she could sense a moist warmth seeping from up between her thighs and erotically she pressed the tender inner surfaces together.
Placing her drink down on the dressing table, she moved over to Ted.
"Come on over to the bed, honey," she suggested, removing his drink and tugging his arm.
Raines stared at her, a salacious grin splitting his face. "What's the matter, baby? Thinkin' of all this fuckin' you've been gettin' from me and the kid here, makin' you hot or something?"
But he allowed himself to be led over to the bed and he obligingly sat down on it. Immediately Sandy's searching hand zeroed in on the growing tumult of his awakening cock and began to pull down the zipper of his pants.
Carefully she drew out the rigid length from the confines of his shorts and grasped it tenderly, her eyes sparkling as she stared at its steadily growing hardness, the tip of her pink tongue flicking excitedly over her lips.
The young French Canadian stared at the passion-demented woman, disbelief and jealousy spreading throughout his body as he watched her push the stocky older man over on his back and then clamber up on the bed to join him. She crouched on all fours between his legs, furiously pulling down his trousers and undershorts until his hips and buttocks were bare, but she couldn't wait to remove them completely. She was dying to taste the masculine piquancy of his penis between her lips and she couldn't refrain another second ...
She lowered her head between his thick sturdy thighs and then her tongue flickered out snake-like to stroke the hotly throbbing cock.
Sandy's tongue began to dart out hungrily over the hardened pole of male flesh as her flaring nostrils inhaled its exciting pungency, her hand holding it firmly at the pulsing base, nestled amid the graying pubic hairs, while her other hand cradled the writhing sac of his scrotum in its caressing palm. Her hotly extended tongue continued to lick and dab at the turgidly erect length, coaxing the expanding head into ever greater rubbery hardness.
"Oh Christ, Sandy, you're driving me crazy! Suck it if you're going to, put my prick in your mouth, goddamn you!"
Dave Mallard's wife was sucking his cock, and Christ, how goddamn good it felt, he thought triumphantly. That would teach him to go around fucking Ted Raines' wife without asking permission.
The young French Canadian watched dumbfounded as the thickly swollen penis disappeared between Sandy's working lips. He thought she'd surely choke, but no, she seemed to be able to take it all in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and Jacques could see her lips tightening around the red throbbing shaft, her hand still pumping the churning balls below, and he watched agape as her cheeks began to hollow and expand as she initiated a slow, smooth sucking motion. Her rounded mouth slid up and down the pulsating cock to Jacques it appeared as if the glistening hardness was growing and enlarging with each stroke of her now seemingly well-experienced lips.
Sandy was in absolute paradise. The last time she sucked a cock, she remembered, was so different from this. Then her husband had forced her to perform the act and at that time she'd thought it was perverted and disgusted ... Now, it was she who had wanted to do it ... Yes she had wanted more than anything in the world to take Ted's thickly formidable hardness in her mouth and suck him dry ... And now she was going to lick and kiss his beautiful cock until the hot sperm squirted obscenely into her mouth, and then she'd drink it all down to the depths of her belly.
The well-muscled older man arched his back and forced his hot pounding cock far up into Sandy's wildly sucking mouth. He could see the red oval of her lips as they slid up and down rhythmically on his rigidly erect penis and the sight of her slaving mouth filled him with lewd pleasure, her almost angelic face in lurid contrast to the wanton act she was performing with such lewd relish. Yes, she's quite a girl, he thought appreciatively. He was no longer in the slightest angry with her for her initial contemptuous treatment of him, he could only recall present pleasures and they were quite enough to give him a very good opinion of her indeed.
The neglected French Canadian boy was spellbound by the sight of the lovely sensuous blonde hunched on all fours between Raines' burly thighs, her robe bunched up around her hips so that he could see her long slender, slightly parted legs all the way up to the barely visible gleam of her trembling little pussy. The rounded contours of her firm cream-white buttocks bobbed under the light fabric of her robe and he thought he could see them clenching and unclenching in lascivious accompaniment to her furious oral ministrations. Well, he thought suddenly, he'd had enough of being just a spectator. His body was churning with mounting sensations of growing desire and he wanted to be a part of the lewd pair as well, and there was no reason why he should be left out ...
Sandy, back behind her kneeling body, felt her robe being lifted up over her quivering upthrust buttocks and then felt the insistent caressing of Jacques' hands. The lust-possessed housewife wanted to turn around and say something encouraging to him, but she didn't want to leave the excitedly throbbing penis which was pulsating so enticingly up between her lips. Dear Jacques, she thought hazily, we didn't mean to leave you out. It was just that I couldn't wait to get my mouth around Ted's lovely thick cock. I knew you'd understand.
The young boy stared in rapt fascination at the trembling crevice of the blonde's shapely white buttocks, spreading her soft, smooth ass-cheeks to gaze down lewdly at the tiny hairless anus that Raines had ravaged so crudely days before. Below he saw the delicate sheen of her moistly squirming pussy and he bent his head closer so he could just barely catch a whiff of her exotic cunt odor, then he knew what he wanted to do. He'd get a share of the fun too. He wouldn't be left out and he'd please Sandy at the same time. I'm gonna lick her cunt just like I did the first time. She'll like that and maybe next time she'll kiss and suck my cock.
The salaciously aroused young boy lowered his head still further until he was almost flat out on the bed. Then he twisted around on his back between the blonde's satiny smooth legs and found that he was looking straight up into her moistly waiting cunt lips. Eagerly, he forced her to spread her thighs even farther apart until his head was wedged firmly between the satiny columns and then without hesitation, he placed his hands on her wriggling ass-checks and pulled her down onto his greedily waiting mouth!
Sandy's muffled moans of surprise and pleasure exploded around Raines' wetly throbbing cock. Jacques was licking her cunt while she was sucking Ted's cock! Oh Jacques, you sweet boy ... I knew you'd find a way to join us, I knew YOU wouldn't mind being left out at first!
A tremor of illicit delight surged through the wanton blonde wife as she screwed her desire-filled pussy down on Jacques' hungrily sucking lips below. Oh this was heaven, there had never been anything remotely like it before! She was divided equally between her two darling lovers - Ted was using her mouth while the curly black-haired young waiter kissed and licked her pussy! It was fabulous, so much better than being fucked by one man at a time!
Her tongue swirled wildly around the older man's pistoning penis while her mouth bobbed lasciviously over the hardened cock-shaft, her nose grazing the wiry pubic curls and her fingers exerting a delicate pressure on the pulsating base. She could feel his hot male semen churning through the seething balls which she kneaded furiously in her other hand as she avidly anticipated the moment when they would erupt back up into the farthest recesses of her impatiently waiting throat. And all the while, Jacques was racing his tongue in and out and around the wet fleshy folds of her helplessly aroused cunt.
Raines shoved his frantically pounding penis hard up into Sandy's greedily working mouth. He'd seen the boy climb up onto the bed and lift the woman's robe up over her hips, and now he realized that the little bastard was actually kissing and licking her naked pussy! Yet far from being angry at having his act horned in on, he felt a salacious chill of perverted pleasure. Why not? Why not use the wanton bitch between them? After all, she had more than enough to give to two men, maybe even more! She could never be satisfied, he was positive; she was like a rapacious she-devil and he knew that her motto at the moment was too much is not enough! Yes, let the horny young waiter suck her pussy while she fucked his own cock orally. It wasn't detracting from his pleasure, it was probably adding to it, because the voracious blonde was transmitting the enjoyment she was getting to his own rapturous penis.
Jacques' face was completely covered by the warm wetly scented curls and lips of Mrs. Mallard's pussy and he could feel his own breath returning to him in gusts of cunt-fragranced mist as his tongue drove up incessantly into the wickedly clasping hole of her wide-open vagina. The abandoned housewife's entire pelvic area vibrated as each spasm of pleasure shuttled through her, her thighs pressing tight against his cheeks, trapping his face hopelessly between them. But he didn't worry about that, because he was going to suck and lick her until she came just as she was going to suck Gale Raines' husband's heated sperm from his jerking cock until he was milked dry as well.
Sandy tugged and pulled on the salt-and-pepper haired man's ever expanding penis with her ceaselessly working mouth and lips. His steaming cock-shaft felt as if it would explode in her mouth at any moment, and she slaved laboriously to milk the sweet nectar of thick male semen from his tumultuous balls. At the same time, she ground her desire-drenched pussy down on the young boy, Jacques', face below while she sucked on Raines' lust-swollen cock, synchronizing the two lewd movements as well as she could. Yes, this is what it's all about, she realized happily, enjoying my two darling lovers together. And we'll do it again and again, and try out all different positions, not like before; they would take turns, with one at a time fucking her. No, this is much, much better!
Ted Raines' head was spinning crazily and his body was shivering red-hot and ice-cold at the same time, his breath coming in bull-like gasps, while he couldn't resist reaching up to tangle his hands in her long blonde hair and pull her head down even farther on his lewdly tingling penis. But it hardly made any difference because she had taken as much of it as she could in her mouth and was filled to capacity, the rubbery cock-head jutting hard back against her larynx. Christ, her hand was like an electric pump on his balls - she'd pull them right off in a minute if she didn't stop, or if he didn't cum. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't hold back any longer. The thought of the three of them obscenely tangled in a sucking threesome added fuel to the lascivious flame of his passion and he knew that this was going to be a mind-blower - reaching a climax from Sandy's furious sucking while she herself was being licked and kissed by the young French Canadian. Man, there'd never been anything like it!
"Christ, keep on sucking my prick like that! Don't stop now because ... I'm ... I'm ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
A spasm of perverted pleasure rippled through the obscenely crouched young wife when she felt the first spurt of the thick creamy sperm that she had been waiting for gush hotly down her throat, imparting an indescribable savor she was sure she'd never get enough of. She was like a woman dying of thirst as she gulped on the hotly ejaculating penis, not daring to release her frantic mouth grip even for a moment.
"Oooooohhhhhh yesssssss! Keep succkkiiinnggg ..." Raines groaned again and again, his pumping penis on fire from the fury of the white-hot semen pulsing through it. He wanted to open his eyes and watch the chic blonde swallow his boiling load but somehow he couldn't get enough control over himself to do that, so he had to be content with imagining her lovely face distorting as she gulped it down, her cheeks hollowing and filling, her lips fastened tight, while the boy below her was still avidly tonguing her cunt.
Even as the last drops of Raines' fiery white cum continued to drizzle into her hungrily gulping throat, Sandy felt the rising tide of her own mounting orgasm. She wanted to cry out, to utter filthy obscene words but still she didn't want to let go just yet of Ted's swiftly deflating cock-staff, afraid of missing even the slightest drop of his male nectar if she let it go before it was helplessly and limply inert.
Then her entire body shuddered as fiery tremors raced through her and she battered her wetly pulsing vagina convulsively against Jacques' crazily sucking mouth. She was cumming, while she still held the older man's cock in her mouth, she had just drunk and swallowed every tiny drop of his hot sticky cum-juice and now she too was cumming like crazy from her other lover's wonderful tongue-fucking.
"Oooooh, God," she groaned around Raines' slowly deflating penis.
Yes it was better than anything she had ever dreamed about. She had discovered paradise here in Quebec, where she had least expected to find it, thanks to Jacques and Ted. And she felt she could never do without at least two men in the future. There just wasn't any other way!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gale Raines was lying stretched full length on the bed, completely naked. The dreamy raven-haired beauty had a drink in one hand while the other was trailing freely between the sculpted columns of her thighs. Through half-closed eyes she was watching Dan Mallard who was also occupied with a drink.
He climbed up onto the bed, his arms reaching out to envelop her firmly yielding flesh as his mouth found hers and their lips clung together in a hungry kiss. He could feel the desire pulsing hotly through her sensitively squirming loins and his excited mouth began to move down her beautiful velvety neck to trace a burning path of wet branding kisses down from her throat over the palpitating twin peaks of her breasts, lower still to nuzzle the flat plane of her belly. The crinkly wisps of her pubic curls grazed against his chin as his questing mouth moved downward until his tongue was searching the warm quivering folds of her eagerly receptive cunt.
"Oh yes, Dan darling, kiss me there, kiss and lick my pussy," the aroused black-haired beauty moaned as she pressed her throbbing vaginal mound against his softly caressing lips, splaying her legs abandonedly to open the full valley of her hungrily aroused cunt before his probing tongue. Dan drew the softly moistened flanges into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the secret depths and recesses, reveling in the heated feminine warmth of her intense arousal while the glistening smoothness of her inner legs closed in on his face to hold him in his position of oral fucking. His hands reached down and under to cup the rounded half-moons of her buttocks and pull her desire-filled pussy closer to his greedily sucking mouth.
Gale squirmed uncontrollably on the bed as her lover's tongue drove incessantly up into the wildly clasping depths of her dilated vagina, helpless mewls of animal pleasure escaping her lips as she ground her trembling ass-cheeks into the bed in time to the frantic plunging of Dan's wetly screwing tongue. It didn't matter now about Sandy, or about the fact that their vacation was nearly over. This was what was important - Dan's mouth on her red-hot pussy, kissing and licking it until she thought she'd go mad from the incredible sensations lashing through her nerve-endings.
"Oooooooohhhhhh yess ... it's fabulous honey, but... but turn around. Turn around darling so I can suck your cock while you're licking my cunt!"
The unfaithful husband needed no second urging as the lascivious words poured into his lust-perverted consciousness. His mouth still firmly implanted on his mistress's passionately vibrating pussy, he moved and twisted his body around on the bed, until he and the vivacious raven-haired woman were salaciously juxtaposed in a lewd "sixty-nine".
Immediately, Dan's hands closed in on his pounding cock-shaft, one hand firmly encircling the throbbing base in its nest of pubic hair, the other cradling the seething sac of his bloated balls. His moans of pleasure were muffled by the moist churning nearness of Gale's pussy as her lips closed in on the rubbery pulsating head of his penis. Then he felt her rounded red mouth begin to slide up and down his lust-inflated hardness, taking as much of it as she could between her full, hotly groping lips.
Dan could feel Raines' wife's teeth grating against the sensitive underside of his turgid cock while her hand kept up a continual pumping of his clamoring scrotum. All the while, he pursued his sucking and kissing and lapping of the honeyed walls of her vagina, immersing himself in the warmly scented hotness. Their two bodies melted together in obscene coupling as the air resounded with the wet sucking sounds of their mutual oral love-making.
Yes, he'd worry about Sandy and the end of their vacation some other time ...
* * *
Dan Mallard's wife was a little apprehensive as she followed Ted Raines, who was leading the way to his own room. But won't Gale be there? she'd asked him again and again, not daring to add "and Dan"? But Ted had just laughed and had persisted in his intention of going to the other room, tonight, until Sandy had finally given in. Jacques had to work and would join them later. In fairness to her two lovers, Sandy knew that she should have waited until all three could be together again, but why waste precious time?
She couldn't banish the fearful thudding of her heart as Raines slid the key in the door. She had a dreadful premonition - of what she wasn't quite sure as she saw immediately that there was a light on in the room. Blindly she followed her stocky graying lover inside when he gestured to her.
"Will you get a load of that?" he whispered urgently to her, not bothering to lock the door behind him as he gestured crazily toward the bed where Sandy saw the horrifying embodiment of all her suspicions. Sure she'd been convinced that Dan was having an affair with the glamorous wife of this man, Ted Raines, but the sight that met her eyes was something she wasn't prepared for - such a lewdly wanton display of pure lust she had never imagined! The bodies of her husband and his mistress seemed welded together, particularly at the places where his face was planted up between her legs, and where Gale's mouth was glued around Dan's lewdly hardened cock!
A miserable feeling of hurt crept over the betrayed wife. Even though she'd been almost sure about her husband's involvement with Mrs. Raines, the actual evidence of it was something else, especially when it was such primitive debasing evidence. She'd never dreamed that Dan could appear so ... well, so completely animalistic as he did at this moment. She couldn't see much of his face because the wetly clinging flesh of the raven-haired woman's naked cunt covered his nose and mouth, but occasionally she caught a glimpse of his red flicking tongue as it darted eagerly in and out of her rapacious vagina. And she'd never seen his cock so swollen and hard! It looked enormous as it slid in and out like a well-greased piston between Ted's wife's rounded ruby lips and Sandy couldn't help remembering how she'd sucked Raines' penis. Had she looked as wanton and sensual as that?
The astonished young wife was aware that Raines' hands had crept around her to embrace and caress her breasts, but she hardly noticed them, her eyes glued to the lascivious sight in front of her. And besides, she had to cope with the weird feelings surmounting her body - she'd never thought that watching someone else making love - especially if it was her own husband with another woman - could be so illicitly exciting. But it was! Maybe it was because she was just as guilty as her husband. Maybe it was because she was standing here with her own lover, watching her husband with his mistress. Whatever the reason, she knew she was fascinated by the sight of Dan sixty-nining with the voluptuous beauty who had antagonized her so much in the beginning.
A tremor started at the base of her quivering little belly and spread like wildfire throughout her churning body, hardening her nipples and making goose bumps stand out all over her. Her eyes were strained from staring at what was happening in front of her, but she couldn't take her lust-dimmed gaze away from the sight of her husband's blood-engorged cock disappearing up into Gale's lewdly ovalled mouth. The transfixed blonde couldn't stop looking at the moistly nibbling flanges of the raven-haired woman's pussy as they clung tenaciously to Dan's half-hidden face, and she could just imagine his sucking chewing lips pulling hungrily on the delicate inner tendrils, his wetly plunging tongue thrusting up into the writhing depths of her open cunt.
Sandy was suddenly excruciatingly aware of Ted's hands on her breasts and knew that he, too, was excited by the incredible scene, for she could feel the hardness of his awakening cock pressing impatiently into her buttocks behind, and involuntarily she began to screw her trembling ass-checks back against the inviting protuberance.
"Christ honey, let's fuck. It's driving me crazy watching them!"
Raines' heated words sent a lurid shiver thrilling through the fascinated wife's body.
It was obscene, what he suggested, but why not? She'd done almost everything else, and besides, the burning intense hunger raging in her own loins could not be appeased any other way. Why not make love with Ted Raines while her own husband was sixty-nining with Ted's wife? Even while the thought was turning over in her salaciously attuned brain, Raines hands were unzipping her dress and pulling it down over her shoulders, and she stood there, letting him undress her and not moving her eyes because she didn't want to miss a moment of the incredibly lewd act taking place so close to her.
The movements of the obscenely coupled pair seemed to be getting more violent as the bed vibrated from their uncontrollable passion. A fine film of perspiration covered both their bodies and the now naked blonde suddenly thought that she'd never seen anything so beautiful in her life as the wild ecstatic coupling of two naked human beings lost in the throes of sexual passion.
Oh hurry, Ted and get naked, too, she thought as she felt a tingling moistness seeping out up between her thighs. She could see her husband's pounding cock slithering smoothly into the raven-haired woman's widely ovaled mouth and she wondered how the other woman didn't choke. It must fill her completely! I can't wait to see her swallow his hot cum-juice when he squirts it out up into her mouth.
The older man now seemed only interested in the naked young blonde, as he settled his bulk between her obscenely spread thighs and guided the lust-bloated head of his cock toward the eagerly waiting mouth of her cunt. He nudged the smooth rubbery tip against the trembling pink petals, feeling them give way unhesitatingly, and, with his hands firmly grasping her eagerly quivering hips, he surged forward, sliding his lust-engorged hardness up between the softly yielding vaginal walls, right up to the hilt, splitting her soft blonde pussy curls wide apart.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh yessssss ... Oh yes fuck me now, Ted ..." Sandy moaned heedlessly, her eyes still glued on the nakedly straining bodies of her husband and Ted Raines' wife.
Dan felt as if he'd been struck with a sledgehammer when his wife's lustful words drifted over to him, because there was no doubt about the fact that it was his wife. And she was right here in this very room with him, getting fucked by Ted Raines. A murderous rage spread through the infuriated husband, but there was nothing he could do, and even if he could, he didn't want to pull away from the incredible sucking that Gale was giving his rock-hard cock. He was so close to cumming that he'd explode if he didn't get relief. Did Gale know her husband was here in the room? And Sandy's words ... she was begging Raines to fuck her!
Oh God, he'd kill the cheating bitch but... but...
A tremendous flood of warmth rushed through him and he felt as if the sluicegates in his balls had been released as his heated penis began to jerk and pump uncontrollably. He knew that his white-hot semen was rushing through the dilated veins of his lurching cock spewing eagerly up into Gale's hungrily gasping throat, that he was cumming in Raines' wife's greedily working mouth while his own wife was right here this very minute, in this same room, getting fucked shitless by Gale's husband. Oh Christ, it was an incredible, lewdly fantastic and exciting thought!
Oh God, she's drinking and swallowing all his sperm, Sandy thought with a shiver of perverted delight, as she watched the glamorous beauty's cheeks hollowing and expanding, her face flushed a bright red and her eyes glassy with a dazed sensual look. She loves it! She loves sucking him dry, just like I loved swallowing her husband's cum!
Dan's young wife entire body rocked obscenely in uncontrollable shudders of pleasure as she gave herself over to Ted Raines' impassioned fucking, her legs and thighs splayed wide apart as she bucked her wide-split cunt forward freely to receive Raines' deep savage in-thrusts. But her mind and eyes were completely occupied with the sight of her husband and the raven-haired woman twisting and flailing together in mutual orgasm. Above Ted's pummeling body, Sandy could see through her passion-glazed eyes the ravishing woman's limbs tighten and shiver, and then she saw the spasmodic wriggling of her wetly writhing cunt against Dan's submerged face up between her thighs. She's cumming from Dan's tonguing, she thought excitedly, and soon I'll cum too from Ted fucking me! Oh God, it's all so hot and sensual, I don't think I can stand it!
Dan knew he'd never forget his first sight of his shapely blonde wife, her legs spread wide and her head thrown back, being fucked half to death by another man's thickly plunging cock. His eyes strained out of his head as unbelievable thoughts churned through his reeling brain, his first impulse being to rush over there and pull Raines off from the top of her, but then he realized that they had been watching him just as he was now watching them. Then he foolishly thought that he should rush in and save his wife from that ... that ... well, he'd never thought that a man's cock could be so thick and sturdy. But it was obvious even to a blind man that Sandy was enjoying the frantic fucking she was receiving, thrown into ecstasies of lewd passion by the massively hard cock screwing wetly up into her, so much so that she didn't even see her husband approach and stand over them.
He could see Raines' graying pubic hairs meshed tightly with his wife's silky light ones, where the base of his thick penis was just barely visible as it emerged from the fluted edges of her eagerly clasping cunt. The hotly clinging little lips grasped greedily at the hard bloated cock-shaft as it fucked in and out, and Dan wished with all his heart that it was his own cock which was plunging up into his wife's wet, avaricious vaginal mouth.
"Sandy, it's me," the words came from nowhere, it seemed. "Roll over, honey, roll over baby, I want to fuck you too!"
Sandy's heart nearly stopped when she heard her husband's impassioned plea, but Raines didn't seem taken aback. The frightened wife didn't know that her lover was aware that Dan was hovering near them, but he obviously was, for, deliberately, without warning, he began to slide down and over, pulling the apprehensive blonde with him, hoisting her up so that when he was flat on his back and she was on top of him, astride him like a jockey, his driving penis never having lost contact with her heatedly writhing pussy.
Immediately, Dan's hands were roaming all over his wife's silken buttocks, pulling and kneading the lewdly upraised flesh. Sandy quivered in apprehension. What was he going to do? Was he still angry with her, or what?
The trembling blonde had seen that his cock was growing to pulsating hardness and now she felt its spongy head nudging against the tiny hairless opening of her anus.
Dan held his burgeoning cock in his hand and forced it against the tight cringing little opening, as lewd demons of illicit desire goaded him with their lecherous grins and chatter to press on. Of course, Gale's words had given him the idea, and now he knew it was a good one. He'd fuck Sandy's hot little asshole at the same time as Raines was fucking her cunt!
The lust-possessed husband surged forward, watching the tight, elastic little anal opening slowly give way to his relentless onslaught until, at last, he managed to slip the rubbery cock-head up inside where he immediately felt the suffocating tightness of the moistly clinging passage.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh ... Aaaaaaaaaggggguuuuu hhhhhnnnnn ..." Sandy gasped as she felt the abnormal penetration. Oh God, two cocks in her belly at once! She'd never stand it, it was too much! How could Dan do such a thing to her ... his own wife?
Her husband's rock-hard penis continued to force its way up into her tightly resisting rectum, making the unyielding inner membrane give way while stabs of pain permeated her body and she felt as if she were being run through with a hotly searing poker.
"Just relax baby, and it won't hurt any more," Dan instructed, mesmerized by the sight of his lust-stiffened cock disappearing up into the tightly clenching circle while his hands kneaded her soft resilient buttocks as he continued on his illicit journey up into the secret confines of his wife's anal passage.
"Oooooooohhhh ... uuuuu ggggghhhhhnnnnn ..." the slim chic blonde moaned as her husband impaled her completely, and she could feel the heavy sperm-laden sac of his scrotum slap snugly down against the cock fucking up into her cunt from below. Oh God, if only the pain would stop.
The obscenely used wife felt a measure of relief as he began to slowly pull out, but almost instantly her husband plunged his hotly swollen cock forward again as if he were afraid of losing time. He began to establish a slow laborious in and out motion while Sandy found to her relief that her rectal passage finally began to yield, a trickle of lubrication from somewhere easing the quickening thrusts of her husband's rigidly distended cock up into her anus as the last of the grating pain finally started to clear.
Sandy was suspended for a long moment between the two plunging cocks. For what seemed an eternity, she was aware of nothing but the sensation of her cunt and asshole being stuffed unbearably. And then ... whirls of pleasure began to cloud inside her and she realized what was happening. She was beginning to respond to the lewd anal fucking, just as she had when Ted had screwed her back there, only this time, both her husband and Raines had her sandwiched between them and were fucking her at the same time!
It was an incredible weird thought that was a reality as well, and the most amazing thing of all was that she was enjoying it! Nothing that she had done with her lover and Jacques compared to this, she thought lasciviously. It was heaven, having Dan and Ted both driving into her at once, both blood-swollen cocks thrusting up on the in-stroke as one, brushing against each other through the thin dividing membrane between her cunt and rectum, then pulling out together in unison, leaving her curiously empty.
Salacious painful pleasure coursed through her like wildfire, and she thought she would go crazy from the sheer bliss of being fucked between two men at once. It was unbelievable - something she had never dreamed about before.
Dan was dumbfounded by the result of her perverted action. He had expected his wife to be agonized by what he did, and she was - at first. Now she was enjoying it... She was reveling in being fucked by two men at once, at being sandwiched between himself and Raines. What kind of woman had she become? What had come over her? He watched through lust-dimmed eyes as his thick, blood-hardened cock plowed up between the jerking white moons of her salaciously displayed buttocks, and he could hear Raines gasping and heaving below as he pumped into her from beneath. The passion-hypnotized husband could hardly believe that it was his own sweet, innocent little wife that he was double-fucking. She was like an unknown creature to him, but one that he wanted to get to know better!
"Oh Lord, yes ... fuck my cunt and my ass-hole both! Oh God, I'm going crazy ..." she grunted suddenly from between them.
The ultimately lewd words spewed from her lips but she hardly knew what she was saying. Her brain was reeling, just as her body was inflamed with new uncontrollable sensations. She was no longer in charge of her senses; she was abandoned, lost to the demands of her salacious insatiable body.
"Oh dear God in heaven, I'm going to cum soon. I can't stand it any longer!" Sandy's voice was a series of ragged pants, and she had to gasp for breath as her body was buffeted about mercilessly between the two lust-incensed men.
Heaves of unforgettable pleasure tumbled through her and she lost all sense of time and place as her orgasm careened through her helplessly quivering loins.
She was trembling from head to toe and her head was spinning so fast that she was afraid she had entered some fantastic vortex from which there'd be no escape. She was beyond all feeling, yet her tingling flesh was suffused with almost unbearable sensations of exquisite pleasure.
"Oh Christ, yes, Sandy ... I'm cumming too, honey! I'm ... I'm ... aaaaaaahhhhhhh . . . a a a a a a a r rrrrrrggggg hhhhnnn ..."
Sandy barely heard her husband's impassioned outburst but she did feel the first hot onrush of his wildly seething sperm as it spewed out - far up into the depths of her forever stretched rectum, at the same time as Ted jetted his hotly boiling male semen up into her greedily clutching vagina from below. She was filled to overflowing with delicious burning cum!
Then the overwhelming sensations of total physical pleasure overpowered her and dragged her into a soothing abyss of complete, wild nothingness. Her whole insides erupting like a hot, seething volcano that had at last fired it's fiery load high into the empty sky.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, who've we got here?"
Sandy looked up when she heard Gale's question. She had forgotten all about the other woman while she had basked in the tremendous pleasure of being fucked from the front and behind by both men at the same time, and now she looked from the wondering raven-haired woman to the cause of the question. It was Jacques!
"Jacques! I'm so glad you've come! Welcome to the party!"
The young blonde struggled out from between her two lovers and rushed over to the bewildered boy.
Without hesitation, Sandy knelt down and slowly began to pull down the zipper of the young curly black-haired man's fly, reaching in tenderly to pull out the stirring expanse of his virile young cock.
Carefully, the passion-filled blonde reached down and, opening her moist greedy mouth, she enclosed the burgeoning young cock-head between her pinkly trembling lips. She was oblivious to everyone else in the room; all she could think of was making it up to her young lover, her now-experienced mouth beginning to work up and down the rising length of his lurching penis, her tongue swirling wildly around its palpitating hardness.
"All right, Sandy, don't hog the whole show!"
The ardent shapely blonde didn't see Gale approaching but Jacques did and he wondered what was going to happen, though, whatever it was, he hoped it wouldn't leave him out in the open with his cock dangling in mid-air.
"Look honey," Gale went on, an edge to her voice. "You've had a good time with the other guys.
How's about leaving this one to me for a change?"
This time, Sandy heard her and turned to look up at the lustful raven-haired woman, an expression of surprise on her face.
"That's right, it's my turn now!" And before Sandy could do anything, Gale had knelt down and edged in right beside her, taking the boy's hardened young cock in her hand without hesitation and closing her hungry mouth right over it, burying it almost to the hilt up between her luscious red lips!
"Well, you sure lost out there!" Ted laughed obscenely, as the startled blonde stood up, an amazed expression on her lovely face.
Dan felt an instant rush of sympathy for his surprised young wife and, hardly thinking of what he was doing, he moved over to gather her quickly into his arms.
The bewildered blonde didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt irritated at Gale's audacious move, but still she was in her husband's embrace now, and his solicitous touch was soothing her ruffled nerves.
"Christ, honey, I don't want to lose you. I don't really care about Gale; it's you I want. Only you were so angry with me about bringing you here ..."
"I was a silly bitch then. Thank goodness I know better now. My whole aim in life was punishing you for what I thought were real grievances. Oh God, when I think how stupid and vindictive I was! How were you able to put up with me for so long?"
Dan's only answer was to pull her over to the bed where he and Gale had so recently tossed and writhed in oral abandon. His lovely young wife let herself be led willingly. This was, after all, what it was all about. He was her husband and now they were going to make love. She'd prove to him that she loved him just as much as he loved her.
He settled himself on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees as she felt the hardness of his throbbingly alive cock and nudging against her inner thigh. His hand dropped between their bodies and began to guide the burgeoning shaft toward her waiting cuntal split, feeling the soft curls of her pubic-hair brushing caressingly against his hand.
"Mmmmmmmm ... ooohhhhhhh, it's going to be good ..." she murmured, grinding her expectantly tingling pussy hard up against his hand. She couldn't resist glancing over his shoulder and was delighted to discover that she could still see her young lover being avidly sucked by Gale.
"Oh ... oh ... oh keep on sucking," the enraptured French Canadian boy murmured at that moment and the pinioned blonde felt a wild thrill of passion surge through her. Jacques was enjoying getting his cock sucked by Raines' glamorous wife, and Sandy was glad. It was so fabulous to be lying here on the bed, waiting for her husband to make love to her, and to be able to see Ted's wife and Jacques at the same time.
"Oh darling, I'm ready now. Put it in. Fuck me now with your lovely big prick."
"Are you sure you want to? That you're ready?"
A feeling of passionate anticipation curled through Sandy's quivering body and she moaned softly.
"Oh God yes! Fuck me now while Gale is sucking Jacques' prick! Put your big hard cock in me right now, before I die!"
Dan didn't need any more urging. His hands gripping her hips, he surged forward, pushing aside the delicate outer lips of his wife's vagina to enter the warm moist cuntal channel.
"Aaaaahhhh ... God, it feels great!"
He continued to slide his penis up into the avidly clinging cunt, his head roaring from the fabulous sensation of fucking his own wife as she moaned in abandoned response beneath him. His whole being was concentrated in that one act of entering the sanctum of his wife's body and impaling her to the hilt with his hotly surging hardness.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... yesssss ..." A warm feeling spread over Sandy as her husband embedded his hotly throbbing penis to the very depths of her soul. She had never felt so filled before in her life! His penis seemed to expand with each passionate second so that she felt she couldn't move if she tried, it was so big and fleshy and stiff ... much better than Ted or Jacques.
"Christ, baby, my prick feels great in your cunt. It feels so hot and tight," Dan grunted as he began to withdraw it, feeling the tender inner membrane clinging tenaciously to his excited shaft as he pulled it out until just the hard spongy head was still embedded and then plowed forward again, burying his turgid length up to the very hilt with one flesh-splitting stroke.
"... Hmmpphh ... nnggh ... " she gasped from the strength of his instrokes which quickly took on a swift hungry rhythm. She was astonished at the power of her husband's love-making; he had a drive and mastering force which she didn't remember and she felt herself totally conquered by the superiority of his lusting cock. Somehow she felt herself submitting completely to him, and she knew that neither Jacques nor Ted had been able to wring that devoted subjugation from her.
But it was a wonderful feeling, and she was so glad that things were going right between herself and Dan, for wonderful as the last week or so had been with Jacques and Ted, if she'd lost Dan, life wouldn't be worth living.
The helplessly impaled blonde managed to catch another glimpse of the excited French Canadian boy, and saw that his hands had become entangled in Gale's silky black cuntal hair and were forcing her face down on his heatedly jerking young cock. She could just see the very end of it, near the base, because the raven-haired woman's mouth avariciously covered it all, but Sandy gazed fascinated at the other woman's cheek working grotesquely as she chewed and sucked on the wetly pounding rod of flesh. Then she saw something else!
At first, she thought it was just a hallucination of her own lust-fermented brain, but it wasn't. She actually was seeing Ted moving closer to his wife, kneeling behind her, his hands playing greedily over her softly rounded ass-cheeks, pulling them apart in lewd salacious motions.
"Spread your legs, honey. I'm gonna fuck you from behind!"
A tremendous thrill of vicarious excitement surged through Sandy when she heard the impassioned words. Now Gale would have two men at once, the way she herself had a few minutes back, though not in the same way of course. And better still, she herself would be able to see it all while she was being fucked by her own dear husband. The lust-filled housewife couldn't believe how wonderfully well everything was turning out.
As she continued to grind her desire-impassioned cuntal mouth up hard against her husband's pile-driving cock, she craned her neck to make sure she didn't miss anything going on in the middle of the lodge room. She saw Ted's thick penis already fully erect and cleaving the air grotesquely and she couldn't help drawing in her breath quickly as she watched him guide it up between his wife's teasingly wavering buttocks, steering it toward the wetly quivering mouth of her waiting vagina. Sandy even saw the raven-haired woman thrust out her shapely ass-cheeks to better present the clutching pink furrow of her vagina to her older husband's lust-inflated hardness!
Sandy watched in glowing excitement as Ted's familiar penis slid into the moist waiting slit of his wife's pussy. She thought she heard the ravishing woman's muffled gasp as it exploded around the boy's saliva-glistening cock, but she couldn't be sure. She stared in sense-dazzled rapture at the older man sliding his rock-hard thickness up all the way to the very base, so that his graying tufts of pubic hair were flush against his wife's deeply skewered buttocks.
Gale began to thrust her upthrust ass-cheeks backward, her long slender thighs spread as far as she could without falling and her whole body trembling from the shocks of her husband's forceful screwing into her from behind. And all the while, she kept sucking and licking at the boy's tender young swollen cock jutting far up into her mouth.
Sandy began to time her body movements with Gale's in a rising feeling of sympathetic exhilaration, flexing her pelvis upward at the same time as Gale pushed her buttocks back. The blonde could almost feel the taste of a penis in her mouth, so completely did she identify with what was happening a few feet away.
Raines' voluptuous wife could feel the young French Canadian's cock growing inside her hungrily working mouth, the seething in his heavy teenage balls increasing with each passing second so she couldn't wait for the moment when he'd spurt his hot sperm deep down into her eagerly working throat. This double attention more than made up for having to wait and watch that Mallard bitch get it all, for now she had her husband and the boy at once and while it wasn't exactly the same as when Sandy got it in the rectum and cunt at the same time, still, it was pretty good ...
"Aaaaahhhhh ... Keep sucking my cock. I'm going to cum soon, I can't hold back!"
The shapely raven-haired wife shivered with lascivious delight. The handsome French Canadian boy was going to cum, right in her mouth! He was going to shoot it out while her own husband, Ted, was still fucking into her from behind. Oh God, it would be heavenly, an incredible experience.
Sandy couldn't miss this. She just had to watch closely when she heard the curly black-haired waiter's lust-filled words - and then she saw him jerking his hips against Gale's perspiring face, the grotesque hollowing and filling of the glamorous beauty's cheeks signaling that he was spurting his seething hot sperm far up into her mouth, and that she was thirstily drinking it all in, just as she had swallowed Dan's cum not half an hour before! Ted's wife was insatiable, just like she herself was! Sandy could almost feel the sticky white cum-juice trickling down her own throat and she suddenly became very parched, so that when she saw a tiny thread of the nectar-like fluid escaping down Gale Raines' chin, she wanted to rush over there and lick it up. How could the greedy black-haired woman waste a precious drop?
"Oh yes, darling," Sandy gasped pantingly, "this is better, better than with anyone else!"
"You really mean it?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh my darling yessssss ..."
She was almost there! And it was true what she was saying. It was better, because it was her own lawful husband and she loved him, whereas she didn't love the others.
"Fuck your ass back, dammit!"
Sandy heard Ted's lewd hoarse order and thought about the Raines making love in the same room as herself and Dan. Were they enjoying it as much as she and her own wonderful husband? They couldn't be. Nobody could.
Her eagerly receptive cunt seemed inundated with a life of its own as she drifted or rather surged toward liberating orgasm.
Oh Lord yes, she was cumming. Her body twisted and rocked with a new kind of passion as the young wife responded fully for the first time in their eight years of marriage to her husband's lovemaking. This time her brain was really free and she felt washed clean of all lewd and impure thoughts. This was really love, reaching an orgasm from Dan's wonderful fucking, and shivers of convulsive warmth rushed through her body as she whirled around, battering her desire-drenched loins up against the pleasure-giving shaft of hard male flesh that was spearing relentlessly into her.
Aaaaaaggghhh ... I'm cumming!"
Dan couldn't control his exclamation of victorious release. And that was what it was - pure cleansing release. He felt as if he had been stripped of all restraints, of all guilt about his affair with Gale, about everything. His ejaculating cock drove hard and fast up into hungrily clutching depths of his wife's insatiable cunt which voraciously sucked and milked like a hungry animal at the spewing white liquid of his heated male offering.
He knew that the Raines were reaching a climax too, because he heard their hoarse obscene groans of pleasure and he could hear the wet slapping sound as the older man's granite-hard cock-shaft plowed in and out of Gale's welcoming pussy, but he didn't really care about them. They weren't important now - he had gotten his lovely wife Sandy back and that was all that was important. She wanted him; she was proving it; and oh God, he wanted her and always would.
There's just one more thing I'd like to do, thought Sandy as she lay curled up beside her husband, her body tingling pleasantly as she was suffused with a satiated sense of well-being. The Raines were whispering together at the other side of the room, and Jacques was sitting by himself.
"Darling," she began tentatively, curling her fingers around her husband's still moist cock.
"I'd like to suck your prick now. I've wanted to do it for a long while."
"Look, it's already getting hard," she murmured seductively. Sure enough, beneath her expert fingers it was already stiffening with new desire though her husband couldn't have believed it possible that it was happening. Her fingers thrilled him to the marrow - they were so deft yet so gentle. And he couldn't wait for her to suck it the way Gale Raines had when they were sixty-nining. That seemed eons ago now, but Sandy would be much better; he was sure of that.
"Jacques! Jacques!" the cum-soaked blonde called suddenly while she continued her manual stroking of her husband's pulsating hardness. What did she want him for now? Dan knew he resented the boy and his wife s obvious interest in him; still, he supposed he shouldn't be greedy.
"Jacques darling, I still haven't made it up to you like I promised, although I suppose Gale went a long way towards that ..."
The boy was obviously nonplussed, not knowing where to look or what to say.
"Now darling, I'm going to suck my husband's cock. I've wanted to do that for a long time, but so you won't feel left out, I'm going to fuck you too. Yes, I'm going to sit on your lovely prick."
Dan stared at his wife in growing amazement. What the hell was she suggesting? Was she absolutely lust-demented? She must be insatiable ... like Gale!
"Now you handsome young boy, you just lie down, and I'll take care of everything!"
The amazed young French Canadian did as he was told, lying on the bed beside the American couple, still speechless with surprise. A change had come over him since he had come face to face with Sandy's husband and she hardly recognized him as the audacious waiter who had drugged her less that two weeks ago, but she guessed that he might be a little bit afraid of Dan.
"Don't worry, Dan baby, I'm not forgetting about you!"
Momentarily, she released her husband's pendulous penis, and began to lovingly caress the boy's semi-erect cock which leaped into rigid hardness at her touch and at the exciting prospect in store for it.
Her gentle fingers teased lightly up and down the tingling surface, grazing under the flaring knob at the tip and titillating the ultra-sensitive webbed underside until her fingernails dropped lower to teasingly rub the again sperm-filled sac of his balls, feeling them writhe under her tantalizing touch.
"Now Jacques, get ready, I'm going to get on top of you and put your lovely young cock right up into my pussy."
By this time both the Raines and Dan were watching in fascinated interest. They were hypnotized by the lewd actions of Dan's blonde young wife.
Dan could hardly believe it when he saw his wife straddle the supine young French Canadian and then slowly, carefully lower her wide-open loins down on top of the skewer-like penis that she held erect with one hand.
" ... Mmmmmmnnnnn ... oooooohhhh ..." she crooned as with her other hand, she spread her fleshy, desire-swollen cunt-lips over the rubbery head of the boy's penis, and began to slide down onto the throbbing protuberance.
Sandy felt the pulsating hardness gliding up into her hotly steaming cuntal walls, the tender clutching sides giving way before the insistent entry, until finally, she was sitting right on top of him, the wiry black hairs surrounding the base of his passionate young cock grazing the firm silky roundness of her buttocks, his bloated cock-tip nudging the mouth of her womb. It was a new delightful sensation for her to be on top and her thighs closed excitedly in around him as she began to rise up again, feeling her moistly clinging interior walls pulling tenaciously on the rock-hard length as she moved upward, and then, when just the bulging head was still inside her wet open cunt, she slid down again.
"Oh yes, ride me now, ride me that way," Jacques suddenly chanted, arching his back and thrusting his hotly stiffened penis up into her welcoming depths while Sandy began to move up and down with quickening rhythm, enjoying the new sensations which shuddered through her. It was exciting this way - she felt like some primitive savage riding a bucking horse.
"Now darling, give me your cock to suck," she demanded lewdly, and Dan, obeying her eagerly, moved right up close to her to put his fully erect penis firmly between her lips.
Her eyes closed in licentious pleasure as she began sucking on her husband's blood-engorged hardness, while at the same time she bobbed up and down on her young lover's up-thrusting cock-shaft.
"Christ, honey, let's get some of the fun too! Ted's excited voice rang out and he and Gale moved toward the lecherous trio together.
"I'll sit on Jacques' face and he can lick my cunt," Gale decided happily, and without any hesitation, she straddled the prostrate boy, planting her warm wet pussy fully down on his astonished lips.
"Now you can suck my prick, the way Sandy's doing to Dan!"
Ted moved up to stand next to his wife who was kneeling over Jacques on the bed, and presented her with his nearly fully hardened cock. She immediately bent forward to take it between her lips and her expert tongue got to work, swirling and dipping and laving in time to Jacques' deep cuntal tongue-thrusts below. Her own tongue curled around her husband's growing penis in exact time to the darting insistent plunging of the boy's agile organ up into her wetly gripping pussy, and she ground her hips against his face to exert as much contact as she could for the lewd oral fucking.
Sandy was in bliss from the thoughts of the lascivious quintet she had initiated. It was something completely new and exciting and now she would always be ready for that. She glided up and down on Jacques' jutting cock, her softly clutching vagina pulling and milking greedily on the distended young penis, her thighs holding his in a stranglehold, her breasts dancing lewdly in time to her sensual bobbing movements. But best of all was her husband's penis in her mouth, hard and hot and pulsing with life. It felt wonderful!
The shapely blonde housewife felt herself being transported to an emotional plateau she had never reached before. She thought she knew all there was to know, but she didn't because when she felt the first warm quick spurts of her husband's white-hot cum against the back of her throat, she experienced something out of the ordinary, her whole being quivering in happiness as if she could go on and on, but then she felt her own cataclysmic spasms shuddering through her as her moistly dilated cunt began to clutch and grab at Jacques' madly jerking young cock, her inner cuntal contractions convulsing her entire body as she rocked and twisted in her straddling position over the young French Canadian, finally releasing a warm shower of sweet-scented cuntal juices while at the same time she finally drained her husband's deflating penis dry, allowing it to slip limply from her cum-glistening lips.
"Oh Christ, I'm cumming too!" Ted yelled hoarsely and Sandy could see him ramming his ejaculating penis deep up into his wife's greedily gulping mouth. The voracious raven-haired woman was taking it all, just as she had Jacques' before and Dan's before that! She was incredible!
The lust-soaked Gale was grinding her firm smooth buttocks down into Jacques' passion-contorting face and Sandy knew by the convulsive trembling movements of her wriggling pussy that Ted's ravishing wife was cumming as well. Then at last, Sandy felt the fiery spewing of her dear Jacques' welcome young sperm geysering up from the depths of his rapidly emptying balls to flow hotly into her hungrily welcoming pussy. Then almost immediately, it trickled down again to drench his sweating belly and loins, but not before it had filled Sandy's helplessly quivering little belly almost to the bursting point. She rocked up and down on his pistoning penis, pulling and extracting every last drop from him, eager for everything he had to offer, willing to take it all. Her whole body was immersed in the physical evidence of complete satiation and she felt that nothing more could be done to satisfy her as she finally slid from young Jacques' exhausted panting body to collapse gratefully into her husband's arms.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, those photos certainly aren't representative of how we spent our vacation," Dan said as he watched Sandy put the colored snaps back in the folder.
"Nobody would have developed and printed them if we'd taken pictures of our main activity in Beau Lac," his wife laughed. The photographs had been taken the first few days of their stay in Quebec, before she'd got involved with Jacques, in fact, before Gale Raines had come on the scene. They were mostly of the towering firs, the whirling river rapids and waving trout fishermen - and then the day before they'd left they'd taken some of the Raines, not forgetting Jacques too.
She was positive she'd want to take another lover as soon as she got back home. Instead ... well, she was only too glad that things were working out so perfectly between herself and Dan, and she wasn't going to do anything to change that, that was for sure. Besides, she was finding out all the time that she'd underestimated her husband. There was a whole side to him that she didn't even know existed until that day when she'd found him sixty-nining with Gale. Now she was blissfully exploring that dark carnal aspect of his nature.
"You look pretty deep in thought," Dan remarked, pushing away his paper and pulling her down toward him on the floor.
"Mmmmmm ...I was just thinking how happy I am with you," she mused, pressing her supple body against his in an appreciative gesture.
"Honey, you're all I want right now. I don't need anyone else!"
"But ... what about next year?"
Dan thought for a moment.
"You mean our vacation?"
Sandy nodded.
"Well, I don't see why we shouldn't go back to Beau Lac if you're game. After all, that's what a vacation is for - something different. And I wouldn't be surprised if the Raines decide the same!"
"And Jacques, too. He'll probably still be there."
Sandy's eyes were sparkling. That was just the answer she wanted. Of course, she was perfectly satisfied, the way things were now. Just as Dan was. But still, a change never did anyone any harm and by this time next year, who knows what her feelings might be.
Yes, it would be heaven going back to Beau Lac next year ... and this time they wouldn't waste so many precious days before they started having real fun.