"Delia, I'm off," Paul Webber called from the front door.
"Paul, what time will you...." she began, but her question was cut off in mid air as she heard the front door slam, and moments later, the engine of the car. He hadn't even told her when he'd return! The creep! He had no consideration for her; he just didn't give a damn about anyone but himself.
Flushed with anger, mingled with self-pity, Delia, with an effort of will, raised herself to a sitting position, and tossed her long blonde hair back over her graceful tanned shoulders. The sunlight streaming into the bedroom dappled her smooth, lithe body, warming the soft sensual flesh, but did nothing to warm the chilled core of her abused ego. Dejectedly, she made her way into the bathroom, and began to run the water for a warm bath. A long soak in the tub usually revived her spirits and made her feel much better and she hoped that the soothing heat of the warm soapy water would do its usual act of mercy on her this morning. She certainly needed it, she reflected ruefully, as she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror.
Only her lovely oval face reflected the brooding unhappiness that was gnawing away inside her, and Delia could see that her turquoise eyes were anxious and troubled. The ravishing blonde examined the svelte curves of her lushly rounded body carefully as if she hoped to find some evidence of the indifferent fucking that she had just experienced, but her soft silky skin revealed nothing of her torment. Her full, upswept breasts quivered proudly under her own gaze, the nipples petal-pink and erect, and the satiny sweep of her shapely hips was as voluptuous and enticing as ever. Staring at her own beautiful curvaceous body, she knew that it looked as if she was made for love, to be caressed and fondled ... only ... only, Paul didn't care! Tears dimmed her eyes as she turned angrily away from the mirror, and testing the bath water, she carefully stepped into the tub and sank down gratefully into its enveloping warmth.
Blissfully, Delia closed her eyes and leaned back, allowing the warm suds to come up over her breasts as she inhaled the delicate aroma of the lavender bath oil she had sprinkled in the water. The redolent steam infused her flesh and seemed to penetrate beneath the surface and loosen the tightened knots of anxiety which snarled her lovely body.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ," she sighed aloud as she wriggled down further into the warm scented water. It was ecstasy, relaxing like this, forgetting about everything, forgetting what a bastard her husband was....
Suddenly the remembrance of Paul's name brought flooding back her fears and resentments about her husband's behavior. He was so radically changed, a different man from the kind, loving man she'd married six years ago. The events of the early morning shattered her consciousness like a bad movie being forced upon her.
"Stop it, Paul ... you're hurting me!" Delia pleaded as she trembled uncomfortably under the strong compulsive probing of her husband's fingers into her soft voluptuous shoulders. Her tall, lissome body was stretched across the big king-sized bed, her knees splayed widely apart, her lovely golden-tanned flesh tightly compressed under her husband's powerful muscular frame. Her eyes wandered in fitful distraction over the sun-mottled walls of the bedroom, then closed tightly in anguish as Paul again drove his huge desire-hardened cock far up into her tight, futilely resisting belly.
Paul, oblivious to his wife's tortured pleading, slid his hands under her round satiny buttocks, his fingers gripping the sensitively squirming flesh, pulling her wide-stretched vagina up to meet the smashing thrusts of his lust-maddened loins.
"Come on...." he grunted harshly, "shake your ass ... fuck back ... come on!" Unfeelingly, his massive frame bucked and rocked in coldly increasing tempo against her unmoving body.
Trying to get some small measure of pleasure from his crude impersonal fucking, she inched her long, slender legs further apart, resigning herself helplessly to the intense anger she felt. The young wife was still only half-awake and desperately wanted to sink back to sleep, to cover herself with the soothing protective layer of unconsciousness.
The morning sun falling brilliantly on their two naked bodies gave the room a sensual atmosphere that contrasted mockingly with the selfish fucking that Delia's husband was ramming into her. She tried to force herself to respond; tried to show that she was glad he was finally making love to her again after so many weeks, but she just couldn't. She just lay there under his humping body, a victim of his insistent self-satisfying sexual demands. She coudn't bring herself to feel anything; her brain and body were numb and she was resigned to accepting the treatment he was forcing on her. Instead of pleasure she felt only repugnance as his hands roamed over her cringing flesh; instead of joyous acceptance, she felt only disgust and rage as his thick blood-hardened penis rammed far up into her tight dry cuntal passage; his hard, grinding kiss evoked only revulsion in her. She couldn't help her feelings ... lovemaking to her was a gentle, tender caring act, not his brutal, unfeeling fucking ... yes it was fucking! There was no way this sweaty humping could be construed as lovemaking!
Her mind flinched from the knowledge just as her flesh cringed from the lewd act, and tears of rage sprung to her turquoise eyes as she recalled how she had longed for her husband to make love to her again. How loving she'd be ... how responsive ... but instead, he'd reached for her crudely this morning, after telling her casually that he was already late for work so would only take a few minutes to relieve himself! Even his choice of words boggled her mind! Relieve himself-he'd said! Didn't she count for anything?
I hate him. It isn't fair! He's forgotten I'm a human being! Her brain became a boiling cauldron of hostility. She just couldn't tolerate this inhuman rutting, the almost brutish thrust of her husband's thick lust-engorged penis into her unwilling depths, the deep animal-like grunts that escaped from somewhere in his chest as he pumped lasciviously in and out of her defenseless little belly. Her confusion-wracked brain was strangely detached from her unfeeling body and as she lay there, she was taunted by images of how she must appear, with her legs lewdly splayed, naked and flat on her backside, an object to be used by her husband at his whim. The thought made her face crimson with shame and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out with bitterness and hostility. Random pictures flicked cruelly through her dazed brain ... of herself and Paul together, Paul always tender, loving, always smiling with happiness, proud of his beautiful wife ... what had happened to the once happy couple? Racking inaudible sobs convulsed her body. What had happened to change Paul from a loving husband into this lust-maddened male who cared for nothing but his own pleasure? There seemed to be no spark of affection from him in this debasing act ... he was using her as if she was a receptacle ... a garbage can!
The lewd, wet smacking sounds of her husband's body as it slapped against her perspiration-coated loins drummed an insistent rhythm in the back of Delia's consciousness and new disgust welled up inside her. She found the entire act repulsive now ... something to be got over with quickly! She didn't always feel this way, she thought bitterly. The memory of how she used to welcome her husband's embraces, his attentions with embracing desire stung her achingly, and she filled once again with bruising, hopeless futility. There was nothing she could do to rekindle her husband's love . ... it was too late ... things had gone too far!
Dimly through her veil of bitterness and misery, she was aware of the quickening tempo of Paul's harsh, lascivious pounding, and she recognized with a pang of relief what that he was on the point of orgasm.
Paul's fingers tightened like claws in the softly quivering flesh of her shoulders, and the heavy weighted sac of his sperm-laden scrotum slapped lewdly against the upraised crevice of her widespread backside. And then, his back arched suddenly, and he hovered for a split second above her trembling body before...."
"Jesus! ... oh, Christ ... I'm ... aaaaaahhhhhhh ... cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggg!" He cried out suddenly, his voice unrecognizable in its passion, and then he began to slam with quick body-convulsing spasms against Delia's shame-frozen body, and she felt the first white-hot rush of his scalding sperm as it gushed into the widely stretched passage of her moistly throbbing cunt. Her soft velvety thighs were swept aside in a flesh-splitting thrust as he continued to pump the seething liquid into her sorely abused depths, the hot white fluid searing the inner membrane as it rushed into the secret crevices of her helplessly rippling belly. At last, with a grunt, he emptied the last of his heated cum into her openly spread vagina, and slipped, panting and gasping, from her warm scented body, the now-limp flesh of his inert cock curled like a sleeping worm against his thigh. Relief coursed over Delia as she lay there, and she hardly dared open her eyes until she heard the spray of the shower and knew that Paul was in the bathroom.
The madonna-like blonde felt utterly exhausted, as if she had just undergone an extremely taxing day instead of just beginning it. Her long silky thighs were still widely spread but she just couldn't make the effort to close them, or to cover her nakedness with the sheet. She was catatonic! Her reeling brain dazedly tried to grasp some shred of reality that might be comforting or pleasurable but she could think of nothing but the fact that Paul had changed! He was so completely altered, a different man from the handsome, adoring man she'd wed.
Delia just couldn't figure it out. But there was something amiss, and it was evident in the marked decrease in their sex life. When they were first married, she reflected, it seemed they could hardly wait to be alone so that they could make love, and Paul was so considerate, so attentive to what she needed and wanted in order for the act to be a satisfying one for her. He couldn't wait at night to pet and stroke her, to gently caress her breasts, titillate her nipples until she almost cried out from exquisite pleasure. He used to stroke and touch her pussy too, eliciting secret thrills of ecstasy in her, making her quiver from head to toe, preparing her for the entry of his already fully erect prick. And the beautiful responsive young blonde was always dying for it, too, hardly able to wait until he guided the hard mushroom shaped head towards the opening to her willing body, holding her breath until she felt the first intoxicating nudging of his hard masculine flesh against her fragile feminine genitals....
The water felt cold, Delia realized with a start. The flashback she had had to the morning's events had made her forget where she was. Unconsciously, she shivered in the bathtub, her brain fermenting with the overwhelming memories of Paul and how wonderfully he used to fulfill her. What had changed him from the almost perfectly considerate lover to the blunt, crude, demanding husband he now was? Delia tried to wrack her brains to find out what had changed him. Was it something she had done? It seemed to her that the major change had come about only in the last month or so but she couldn't recall any incident that might have sparked the change.
Then, she remembered. Of course, several weeks ago after that star-studded cocktail party that they had both attended Paul had attempted to kiss her down there, between her cuntal lips, like he used to try when they were first married, but she had stopped him. She knew that he was more than a little drunk at the time and that was the reason why he had been so bold. But she could never allow him to do such a disgusting thing even if they were married. The very thought of it made her shudder! Why, the mere act was perverted, but she didn't think that Paul held her refusal against her. No, there had to be another reason for his strange behavior.
I don't think I've changed too much, she mused to herself, as she idly soaped her long slender legs. She knew that in fact her looks had improved over the years of marriage. But that fact was not a satisfying one, as far as she was concerned. She was vaguely aware that she had been much happier during the early years of married life, more fulfilled. She hated to admit it, but it was true that she got more satisfaction out of making love the first year she was married than she got now, and she couldn't help wondering about it. She couldn't deny that lately, even before the definite change in her husband's behavior, sex was a mere duty for her. She tried to be more responsive, more alive to her husband's touch, but she just couldn't. She hated the thought of that part of their marriage being less than perfect, when she so desperately wanted to be a good wife, and indeed, prided herself on it. Of late, a gnawing emptiness seemed to pervade her being and her everyday activities were colored by the feeling which she could only describe as frustration ... sexual frustration. It irked her to have to admit to such a feeling, but it was obvious that that was what was bothering her.
In fact, this very second she felt the familiar twinge of longing throbbing deep in the pit of her stomach as memories of the long, tender hours of deep, satisfying lovemaking from the early days of their marriage came back as if to taunt her with comparisons to her present miserable state. It was unbelievable how now, the act was just a vacant empty one, how she only wished for it to be over, instead of wishing, as she used to, for it to go on forever.
What am I going to do, she asked herself stretching out again in her warmed up tub, aware for the first time that the palm of her right hand was clamped against the damply curling mound of her vagina. Delia hadn't been aware of the action, and now she stared at her own hand, realizing with a strange quivering feeling, that it felt good there, a sort of protective glove for her tender secret area. There was a warm twitching deep in her loins, and involuntarily, she spread her soapy legs and allowed her fingers to slip down between the smooth wet thighs. She jerked back slightly from the illicit contact between the fragile throbbing flesh of her genitals and the strong supple fingers which nudged against it.
Delia could hear the loud thudding of her heart and bizarre thoughts raced through her brain. What is happening ... she thought wildly. ... Am I reduced to this? I should take my hand away ... I should stop playing with myself now ... but it feels so good! And ... I'm desperate for satisfaction!
It did feel good, the gentle pressure of her fingers against the sensitively squirming flesh of her openly spread pussy. Strange quivers coursed up and down her spine, raising goose bumps all over her skin which contrasted strongly with the warmth engulfing her from the bath water. Without realizing it, her fingers had begun a tentative rubbing, a barely noticeable caressing of her trembling cunt, and Delia felt a slight churning beginning in her pelvic area.
Again a warning bell sounded in the recesses of her mind. This is wrong....I shouldn't have to do this myself ... but suddenly she didn't care. Her own touch of her cunt felt good, felt blissfully wonderful after the neglect, the abuse she suffered this morning. She hardly realized what was happening till now, but she didn't care any more. She couldn't stop now ... it was too late and besides she didn't want to deny herself this fabulous pleasure she was feeling.
There was no denying that she was helplessly aroused, awakened to a wild passion by the swirling of her own busy fingers as they dipped and burrowed into the wetly throbbing folds of her moistly clinging cunt. Her fingertips trailed along the thin, softly curling tendrils of wet pussy hair as they caressed the little vertical mouth of her vagina in an insistent, eager rhythm. The hair-lined outer lips were blood-swollen and impassioned and quivered with excitement under the deliciously probing touch of her deft hands.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... oh ... this is what ... this is what I neeeeeeeeed" Delia suddenly moaned as she came into direct contact with the turgid bud of her blood-engorged clitoris.
Eagerly, she rubbed the hard little button, making her buttocks writhe and grind in delirious pleasure against the bottom of the bathtub. She was completely aroused now, spiralling her pelvis upward and splaying her thighs as far apart as she could to allow her burrowing fingers easier access to the hungrily pulsing flesh of her pussy.
The radiant young woman threw her head back, the ends of her honey blonde hair dipping into the warm soapy water, the full rounded orbs of her soft golden breasts bobbing before her, her churning hips flailing the water as wave after wave of incredible pleasure surged through her as she finger-fucked herself. All resentment and hostility vanished from her brain and a delicious sensual tranquility engulfed her as she gave herself over completely to the pleasure which was enveloping her. Delia didn't care about anything now, about being alone, about the problems of their marriage ... nothing. Nothing mattered now ... it was all unimportant as long as she could experience pleasure like this. Her fingers burrowed frantically into the softly layered folds of her squirming cunt and she felt the build up of pleasure growing greater than she could have thought possible.
"OOOoooooohhh ... my ... god...." she cried out suddenly, as she thrust her fingers without hesitation deep into the hotly clenching orifice and she felt the eagerly clinging walls close in tightly around her probing hand. Her helplessly aroused vagina contracted hotly as she moved her fingers in and out rapidly in a desperate simulation of fucking, the warm slippery walls clinging voraciously as she continued to work her fingertips around inside her cunt. The water from the bathtub spilled out over the sides as she thrashed around in the tub, but Delia was oblivious to it. Oblivious to everything but the shuddering sheets of white hot pleasure cocooning her body in a shroud of unbelievable ecstasy. Her entire body was trembling and quivering with her intense arousal, everything forgotten as she climbed steadily up to the dizzy pinnacle of sexual release. At last, she was there!
"Finally ... oooooohhh ... I'm ... uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh ... cummmiiinnnnnngggggg!" she cried out wildly, her brain spinning, her hips grinding feverishly as floods of incredible pleasure washed through her. Incoherent moans of joy escaped from her half-open mouth as her fingers continued to plunge into the welcoming depths of her greedily clasping cunt. Her whole body was gripped in the throes of the first complete orgasm she had experienced for a long time, and she wanted it to go on forever. She had almost forgotten the wonderful sensations that were sweeping through her, almost forgotten how marvelous it felt, and she was glad that she had made herself climax in this way, glad that she had experienced this without Paul.
Such incredible feelings of pure pleasure couldn't be wrong. Nothing so good and so soothing could possibly be wrong. Perspiration trickled down between her shoulder blades as her body continued to writhe and shudder with the force of her orgasm, until finally, the spasms subsided and she pulled her soaked fingers from the still twitching walls of her satiated belly.
Delia lay back in the lukewarm bathwater, her inner thighs still quivering with slowing dying pleasure, her eyes closed, filled with a sort of serenity that she hadn't felt in a long time. Suddenly, she was glad that Paul had left for work. I'm quite capable of managing on my own, she thought dazedly, as she stepped out of the bath, her slender golden body languorous and tingling from the fading pleasure of her orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Paul Webber parked in his reserved parking space in the prestigious office building where his agency was located. Nothing like a fuck with a wife as responsive as a sack of oats, he thought. Really starts the day off right, he mumbled, slamming the car door angrily. He continued muttering as he waited for the elevator up to his pent house office. Surrounded by interesting people all day long and that's what I have to go home to ... if things continue like this I'll just take a hotel suite downtown ... I've just about had it! ... after six years, my marriage is about as exciting as a bowl of suet....
That tall handsome young man stopped before the door of his office. He was never ceased to be amazed by the course of events that had changed his life. The lettering on the door to his suite of offices read PAUL WEBBER TALENT AGENCY. To think that only one year ago, less than that actually he reminisced, he was working as a corporation lawyer in a rather dreary industrial company.
The chain of events that rocketed the thirty year old man into the entertainment business was like a script for an old thirties musical. The corporation he was employed at was located in one of the suburbs surrounded by factories and other large industrial complexes. As a result trips into the city were often too time consuming to make it worthwhile for a lunch date or cocktails after work. Paul had discovered a small club nearby his firm which had not been torn down by redevelopment. The club served only lunch and was run by a young woman and her widowed father. Sometimes the young woman, Allison sang. Her voice had an incredible quality and Paul often thought that she could be a big star someday. Apparently, other people thought so too because one day Allison had asked Paul at lunch if he would mind coming back after work to discuss something with her.
Paul had grown to like the lovely, young woman and was more than happy to do her a favor. He had gone along that evening as soon as he was finished in his office. The small club was empty at that hour and Allison came over and thanked him for coming and showed him a contract. Could you help me decipher this, she had asked. I really can't make head nor tail of it.
Going over the document thoroughly the young lawyer had discovered that some unscrupulous agent was, in fact, trying to take the young singer for any money she may make for the next ten years. The percentage split for his fees was incredibly inequitable and the poor Allison would have been tied to this parasite for ten years.
Allison was very grateful to Paul and confessed her utter naivety in matters of that sort. She asked if perhaps Paul would consider managing her. The surprised young lawyer said he would like to but he really knew nothing about the entertainment field and thought she would do better with a professional agent. The lovely singer protested that it couldn't be that difficult. It was a matter of negotiating fees and contracts and as he was a lawyer that part would be easy. The rest of the job would be making contacts. Why did he try it on weekends, she suggested? She couldn't really afford the time away from the club as her father relied on her and also she wasn't really sure that she had enough talent to make it in the big time. With all that competition, she had once said.
Paul made a few telephone calls and discovered that it was not that difficult to book talent in many of the small clubs in San Francisco where no money was involved but exposure was very valuable to a young performer. Allison started appearing in a few clubs around the Bay Area and she attracted quite a large following in a short time. One of her fans invited one of his friends from Los Angeles up to see the lovely Ms. Jarvis and within two weeks she was flying down to Tinsel Town to appear on the Johnny Jackson Show.
After his young client's appearance on the major network television show, offers began to pour in. Paul found that he could no longer cope with handling the career of this rising star on a part-time basis so he resigned his position with the Everest Corporation and became a full time agent. During his dealings with various small clubs which showcased young talent, the handsome lawyer discovered other performers in need of his services. Soon he had almost more work than he could handle and at this point in his career, one year later, he was reluctant to begin management for other entertainers unless that he felt they were of top caliber because he simply didn't have the time.
So, the young man thought still lost in the reverie of his success story ... here I am a year later ... got it made financially ... lots of women anxious to offer me their favors for a chance to get ahead ... and here I am acting like Frank Faithful to a wife that isn't interested in anything ... least of all sex ...!
There had been plenty of opportunities for Paul and Allison to have an affair. Before any misunderstandings could arise in that area, Paul set the record straight. He told the grateful young singer that he preferred to keep business and pleasure separately. He had made this even plainer by taking Delia around with him to the various nightspots. Nothing of the slightest impropriety between manager and client had ever arisen and now that Allison was an international star, Paul sorely regretted it. What a waste, he thought with some resentment.
"Any messages, Darlene?" he asked finally walking into the office.
"Don't I even rate a good morning, today?"
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to be such an old crab ... I was thinking about something else."
"Okay boss, you're forgiven ... there are a couple of things that don't require immediate attention....I put them on your desk ... oh yes, I almost forgot, Danny de Valle called and he had to break your lunch date today. He broke a tooth or something....I'm going to be gone a couple of hours after lunch as well. I have to go over to the Eisner Agency and pick up those new contract releases. You don't have any pressing appointments this afternoon so I think you'll be able to manage."
"Thanks, Darlene ... I can use the time to clean up some things that I've been putting off for weeks."
The morning passed rather uneventfully for Paul, the only surprise he had was about eleven o'clock.
"Do you take cream and sugar with your coffee?" a husky young voice inquired.
Surprised Paul looked up from his desk. Phoebe Marshall the regular coffee lady certainly knew what he took in his coffee by now. The young girl he was looking at couldn't have been more than seventeen. His eyes fastened involuntarily on the sensually swinging hips of this youngster as she walked over to the coffee cart, and he couldn't suppress a strange quiver which eddied through him as he caught sight of the tanned flesh of her soft inner thigh as she bent over to pick up the cream and sugar from the lower shelf. The beautiful teenager who could not have been a day over seventeen was wearing a mid calf length skirt which was unbuttoned to the top of her thigh and a skin tight tank top without a bra.
"Yes, both ... two sugars," he finally breathed.
She passed him his drink and he felt an electric spark of excitement as her long sinewy fingers touched his around the steaming coffee cup.
"Well ... young lady," he said somewhat pompously to disguise his embarrassment, "Who do we have here?"
"Oh, Mr. Webber, sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lanie Marshall. My mom's got the flu real bad and I'm filling in for her ... I'm not sure quite how long she'll be off...."
"Fine, Lanie. Give your mother my best wishes and tell her to take as long as she needs."
"Okay, Mr. Webber ... thanks ... I'll see you...."
Paul sipped his coffee after the beautiful nubile teenager left. The coffee tasted unexpectedly good this morning, strong and hearty, the brew filtered down to his stomach and seemed to seep into his tense limbs, easing his tension and warming him to the marrow of his bones.
Paul had to admit that the sight of the young girl replacing her mother on the coffee cart pleased him greatly. She brought a young and vibrant enthusiasm to the menial job, and even if she seemed a little slapdash with the coffee, after all she was very young and only replacing her mother.
A little while later the intercom buzzed. "Paul, I'm going over to Eisner's now and I'll have lunch on the way. I probably won't be back before about three."
"Don't rush, Marlene. If they want to discuss anything with you over there just call and tell me you won't be back. We can go over those releases tomorrow."
"Okay ... see you."
Christ! He thought. Here I am surrounded by gorgeous females and what do I stick with ... a cold fish ... Delia! Paul flinched inwardly at the thought of his wife. He couldn't deny to himself that her latest preoccupation with the house and having everything compulsively orderly irritated him, especially when it made his wife seem cold and unfeeling, more concerned with whether there was any dust on the furniture, than with what he was feeling himself or thinking. Of course, he couldn't expect a wife of six years to be as interested in him as a new bride but he sometimes felt that Delia took him completely for granted.
He took another deep swallow of his now almost cold coffee as an image of his wife rose up before his eyes, her long lithe golden form, the beautifully sculpted curves of the body that had aroused and excited him so much earlier in his marriage ... and he felt nothing. He knew he was bored with Delia, but till recently, he hadn't noticed. What was actually lethargy and boredom had been coated with the brush of stability which he assumed went with a mature outlook on life which was finally his by virtue of his six years of marriage, and he was quite willing to concentrate his energies on his new career, leaving his home life to assume a never-changing routine. There was no doubt that his new profession as a talent agent was thrilling, especially now that he had his own agency, and it was certainly bringing very satisfactory rewards.
He had tried to keep everything in perspective as regards his career and his marriage. He tried not to be tempted by the many exciting women that passed through his life but now with his marriage in such a precarious state, he didn't see any reason to. The sight of that leggy young girl bringing around the coffee had brought this fact strongly to the front of his thoughts. He hadn't realized till he started thinking just how intrigued he was by the gorgeous youngster ... just how her nearness aroused him ... just how much the sight of her sexy curved body excited him!
Paul took another swallow of his thoroughly cold morning coffee. This new discovery within himself worried the young man. He was used to keeping a check on his feelings, fitting all emotions into neat little compartments, but this new feeling was dangerous ... exciting, alarming but definitely dangerous.
"More coffee?" Lanie said, breaking in on his thoughts suddenly, as she walked directly into his office and towards him and refilled his cup. Paul was absolutely stunned by the sudden entrance! As she reached over, the firm flesh of her young thigh through the split in her skirt brushed against his elbow and he pulled back as if stung from the strange exhilarating contact. Cool it, he cautioned himself, I'm getting into dangerous territory here....
"Thank you, Lanie," he began, acutely aware of the fact that she was still hovering beside him, and he felt in a curiously vulnerable position sitting as he was in his swivel chair.
"I thought you might like some more coffee. I noticed your secretary had already left ... so I just came on in, Lanie said, dropping her hand casually to his shoulder and caressing it in a light stroking movement.
Paul looked up at her suddenly and the blood rushed to his face as he realized that the full ripe orbs of her large breasts were only inches away from his disbelieving eyes. His head was whirling and he felt a surge of panic that he had lost his grip on reality. He was sure that the thought of this child was having a very potent effect on him, giving him the peculiar feeling that his body was starting to float out of his conscious control. His brain was drumming achingly against his temples in an effort to determine what was going on in this exotic teenager's mind.
He looked up once more into her face, trying to read what her thoughts were, but he couldn't. He was dazzled by her full, suggestive smile, by the light playing around in the depths of her beautiful long-lashed green eyes.
"Lanie ... I...." he began, but he couldn't trust himself to speak. He tried to turn his eyes from the lush curvaceous body beside him, from her close incredibly sensual flesh provocatively accentuated by her clothes. She seemed filled with a wild animal grace, and his mind flashed with a sudden, crazy impulse to reach out and grab her, to bury his mouth in those soft fleshed unfettered breasts, to lay his eager hands on the vibrant sexual mass of her gorgeous body.
Paul struggled with himself, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing sensation of lust her fantastically exciting body evoked in him. With dogged determination, he tried to force his attention to the papers on his desk, to inject some employer-like authority into his voice.
"Uh ... Lanie, I thank you for the coffee ... but, I think that I better get back to work now," he mumbled, the words choking in his throat. He didn't want to get back to work! He wanted to ... but there was no use thinking about that. He was a married man and she was a mere child ... the daughter of his coffee lady, for Christ's sake! He just had to pull himself together, snap out of this insane....
The young lawyer couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment and he jerked back automatically when he felt the hot burning touch of her hand on his thigh. She had actually reached out and was stroking his thigh, rubbing her hand along the tensed muscle of his upper leg!
"I'm finished with the coffee cart until the afternoon break...." the voluptuous young girl crooned, her hand trailing enticingly along his quivering flesh. Webber swallowed hard and felt the first irresistible stirring of his cock, bulging against his pants, only inches away from where her warm hand lay gently on his thigh. Desperately, his mind tried to will his growing erection into dormancy, tried to quench the obvious fire of his rising lust, but it was too late. He could feel the hardening length of his growing cock, swelling unmistakably against the confining fabric of his trousers. He was fearful that the youngster would see it, notice that she was exciting him beyond belief.
"Lanie...." he whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice, raising his eyes to hers, half-afraid of facing her.
The child was staring eagerly at the obscene growing in his pants! He couldn't believe it. She wasn't turning away modestly from the lewd evidence of his arousal ... she was seemingly fascinated by it! Her eyes seemed to widen and her lips shone wetly with what could only be the hungry intense concentration of lust.
Paul blinked and stared at her again. He wasn't imagining it ... it was actually happening. He couldn't deny the evidence of his senses ... she was. obviously aware of the growing tide of his arousal and she didn't care!
His confusion-wracked mind couldn't think of any response to the situation. He was dumbfounded, completely unable to settle on any course of action. What would this child's mother think? Jesus! He hardly knew this girl ... had only met her a few hours before....One thing was certain, he had to get out of this room, get up and walk away before it was too late. There was no telling what might happen. It was an explosive situation, but thank Christ, he still had his wits about him and could handle things. He shuddered to think of what might happen ... I've got to get it back together....I might lose control completely ... if only she wasn't so damned beautiful....
"Excuse me, I've got to get a file," he began, half rising from his chair. Better to bring things back to a working, sane sort of level, to steer away from the dangerously thin ice of the sexual excitement between them....
"Mr. Webber ... wait a minute...." Lanie murmured, and then the incredible happened! Paul gasped in disbelief as he felt the warm delicate touch of Lanie's hand brushing against the throbbingly alive bulge of his fully erect prick!
"Jesus Christ!" Webber swore as his mouth flew open in astonishment and his heart raced wildly in his ribcage. More exclamations of surprise caught in his throat as a tremendous burst of incandescent passion surged through him as her hand glided gently up and down the lengthening shaft of his bulging organ.
"Lanie ... I ... I...." he wanted to say something, to master his intense arousal, to break the spell she was casting over him with her weird, magical fondling of his genitals. But no coherent words would come. He just couldn't believe it. He was seated in his chair in his own office, and a virtual stranger was openly pulling her hand on his cock!
Paul's eyes were riveted on her and she smiled back at him, a slow almost lascivious smile that filled him with a bizarre excitement. His head reeling in disbelief, he watched as her free hand reached down and opened the zipper of his pants allowing the throbbing shaft of his fully erect prick to leap up in joyous freedom. For a long silent moment, he stared down at the blood-filled length of it, the hard rubbery head lust-hardened and burgeoning, and suddenly, he couldn't stand it for a minute longer.
He jumped up quickly, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of lust and grabbed the youngster in a tight embrace, smashing his wet lips down on hers in a hungrily demanding kiss. He was beyond control now, the volcano of hot fermenting desire uncapped her final tantalizing gesture. The young talent agent didn't care about the consequences; all he cared about was satiating his overwhelming lust for her eager, hungry lips.
His hands dug frantically at the soft yielding flesh of her firm upswept young breasts as he kissed her, his thick pink tongue flicking eagerly at her teeth, forcing them apart and then uniting with her own lingual member in a frenzied dance of lewd sexual excitement. Hastily, with the unleashed abandon of a madman, Paul's strong hands slid over the trembling curves of her nubile young body, goaded on beyond control by the strongly pulsing passion of his lust-inflated prick.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Lanie crooned, her breath warm and scented against his cheek, her arms clasping him to her in obvious desire.
But her hot, hoarsely whispered moan touched off a guilty nerve that was nagging at him from the depths of his mind, and with an abrupt, abrasive movement, he pulled away from her.
"Lanie ... I don't know what came over me ... caught myself in time...." the words jerked out of him by tremendous effort and he lowered his eyes, unable to look at the youngster straight in the face. She had encouraged him, it was true, but did this child really know what she was letting herself in for. Anything could happen in an explosive situation like this one. Thank god he'd come to his senses before it was too late....Christ only knows what the outcome would have been, the two of them alone like that in his empty office.
"Mr. Webber! Look Mr. Webber...." he heard her urgent whisper, and shamefacedly turned to look at her.
The child was stark naked! She had taken off all her clothes and was now standing before him, her sensual young body completely naked. Dazedly, he took in the sight of the satiny flesh of her breasts, the delicate curve of her shapely hips, the glistening copper triangle of her pubic vee at the juncture of her long, slender legs. He had never seen anyone more beautiful, more frankly sensual. For a long, long moment, he could only stand there, staring in silent appreciation at the enticing sculpted body of this youngster who had just entered his life this very morning. The pounding in his churning prick was like a deep undeniable gnawing, and there was a tumultuous seething deep in the darkness of his lust-writhing balls.
The palms of his hands were suddenly sweaty and he found his throat was arid and chalky. His eyes were burning in his head from the prolonged effort of staring, but yet he couldn't take his gaze away from her, for fear she would disappear and prove to be just an apparition of his lascivious thoughts.
Completely aware of the mesmerizing effect of her lewd pose, he youngster raised her hands and began a slow, teasing caressing of her own breasts, cupping them lovingly, proud of their ripe full beauty, running the hard berry-like nipples between her long tapering fingers, running the tip of her pink tongue over her red lips as she continued her stroking of her own breasts. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped her hands, running them along the soft sensual flanks of her sides falling still lower until her Fingertips grazed against the crinkly tendrils of pubic hair.
Paul felt a shiver course along his back as he watched her wanton movements and then his breath rattled hoarsely in his throat as he saw that the tips of her long sinewy fingers were playing along the hair-fringed pussy lips, pulling them slightly apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh of her vagina gleaming moistly beneath the wisps of coppery tufts. Lanie's head was thrown back, her long red hair cascading down over her creamy shoulders, and her green eyes were hazy and smoky with pleasure. Paul could see her long slender form quiver from the excitement she was generating in her feverish loins, and then, he knew that he couldn't take it a minute longer. It was more than a mortal man could stand, and his own body was aflame with the overriding passions which were engulfing him. Suddenly, in that brief moment, he knew that he didn't care about Delia, about his marriage, about anything....Anything but the incredibly sexy child who was standing naked before him, writhing under the stroking she was giving her own cunt. He had to have her! Only now he realized that he had wanted her from the first moment he saw her, but had dutifully submerged those rebellious feelings, willing himself to remember he was a married man ... and she ... she was the young daughter of one of his employees....
But now, it was too late ... his real feelings were revealed ... and the raw, lustful quality of them almost overpowered him. Without another word, he grasped Lanie by the wrist, and half-pulled her over to the long studio couch. Without preamble he shoved her down onto the soft cushions, his eyes roaming feverishly over her golden-toned flesh, as his hands tore frantically at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants until he stood naked over her, the huge lust-hardened length of his burgeoning prick waving like a red throbbing mast before him. Her hot eyes were frozen on the long, inflated shaft and her slender fingers reached out tentatively and brushed against the hot burning flesh, making Paul wince from the electrical contact.
"Mr. Webber ... your cock looks so big and hard...." she murmured softly, her fingers tightening around the widening rod, sending waves of white hot pleasure cascading through Paul. The lewd words of praise coming from her young lips were the last straw for Paul, and with an inhuman moan of overwhelming passion, he dropped down to the sofa, unable to keep his hands off the lovely exciting body stretched out invitingly beneath him. Eagerly, his hands closed in on the softly throbbing flesh of her palpitating breasts, squeezing and kneading them convulsively, wringing moans of ecstasy from the youngster, as he tweaked the turgid little knobs of her nipples between his fingers, hardening them excruciatingly.
He could feel the warmth of her passionately-heated body seeping through to him and the pulsing vibrancy of her desire was transmitted to and increased the blazing path of his own lust.
"Jesus, Lanie ... you're wonderful!" he gasped unable to find words to express his appreciation of her soft eager young body. The long lust-bloated shaft of his fully erect cock lay trapped between their two bodies, and he could feel the exquisite softness of her thigh as his hard masculine flesh ground into it. His hands were like uncontrollable little animals as they roamed all over her body, cupping the softly firm mounds of her tight little ass, sweeping the graceful flare of her hips, exploring every inch of her soft delectable body. He could feel her thighs part eagerly beneath him and felt the first moist wet contact between her openly-spread vagina and his harshly throbbing cock.
"Lanie, Lanie, baby ... I've got to fuck you now ... I can't wait any longer...." he moaned in. a half-whisper, not caring about conventions now ... the demon of his libido was unleashed, changing him into an unpredictable lust-propelled robot.
"Oh yes, Mr. Webber ... fuck me now ... do it...." Lanie whispered, "I can't wait go get that lovely big cock of yours in my cunt...."
This child wanted him, just as much as he wanted her! Till now, a nagging question of disbelief stabbed at him and inhibited him. He couldn't quite believe that she wanted him to fuck her, not even when she had stood naked before him. But now he heard her, heard her with his own ears, and he knew without a doubt that she wanted him too, just the way he wanted to fuck her! He had never felt so excited in his life. He and Lanie were naked here and now they were dying to fuck each other. She wanted it as much as he did, and nothing else mattered!
Her silky thighs were spread widely apart, the naked wet plane of her moistly pulsing cunt openly presented. Then he felt once more the cool tantalizing touch of her hand on his swollen throbbing prick as she guided his huge blood-engorged organ towards the hot pulsating opening of her wetly churning pussy. A spasmodic shock ran through him as the smooth rubbery head grazed against the softly curling wisps of her pubic hair, and he could feel it probing gently as it parted the tight throbbing out lips, and dipping slowly and excruciatingly into the smooth warmth of her velvety vagina. With a long desperate stroke, he surged forward relentlessly, finally managing to sink the heavy palpitating weight of his desire-hardened cock into the moistly clasping passage of her eagerly waiting cunt.
"Mmmm ... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned as Paul slammed forward, flexing his powerful loins as he buried his enormous lust-distended penis halfway into the painfully stretched vaginal sheath.
"Oh, no ... stop it ... Mr. Webber ... it's too big ... your things too big for me!" the child cried out, spiralling her body upwards as the giant cudgel impaled her completely. But Paul was spurred by an overpowering lust which drove him to thrust his massive blood-engorged organ, lunging forward until he had finally sunk it to the hilt in her wet, steaming pussy.
"Oh, god ... no ... stop!" she groaned again and again, her entire insides desperately trying to stretch and shift to receive his massive shaft deep in her tiny cunt. She was groaning incoherently now as Paul slowly retracted his thick pulsating rod, pulling it out slowly, stretching the tender inner membrane until just the heavy bulbous head was left imbedded in her tight little pussy. Then he plunged forward again, oblivious to the youngster's moans of protest, and he began to fuck deeply into her, forcing her trembling vaginal passage to adjust to the huge size of his rigidly skewering cock.
For a moment, the beautiful teenager was conscious only of deep, overriding pain and she wished desperately that she hadn't encouraged this agent to fuck her. She had initiated the proceedings because she wanted to break into show business but now she was beginning to think it was all a mistake. His prick was so big, she had no idea it would be so gigantic ... he'd split her in two!
At last, she felt the tight inner walls beginning to lubricate, to expand to take in his thick heavy girth, and the moistly warm sheath began to close firmly and rhythmically around his nakedly thrusting prick. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his chest against the turgid nipples of her heaving breasts and deep within her, waves of intense white hot pleasure began to generate and to flow insistently through her whole body, lapping in steady mounting cadence up her spine, bathing her entire being in the rhythm of unadulterated lust. Her lovely young body writhed and churned beneath Paul's deep, hard thrusts, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstasy. Her full sensual lips moved ceaseless with incoherent mumbled words and her nostrils flared in wild animal desire.
"Oh yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... do it to me! Your cock feels soooooo gooood inside me...."
She continued to gasp as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her satiny ass and cupped them tightly, levering them off the cushions of the sofa to clamp her eager loins around his plunging cock. He pistoned down into her upward spiralling crotch, driving with all the strength of his overwhelming passion and he could feel the smooth wet flesh of her tightly clasping cunt squeezing and pumping like a vibrant heart beat all around his hot throbbing prick. He screwed into her from the tips of his toes and plummeted the full blood-laden length of his thick pounding cock into the heated rubbery depths of her wildly dilated cuntal hole, bringing weird cries of pure pleasure from her dry parched throat. Her arms slid down his muscular back and her nails dug wildly into his muscular buttocks as they drove down, clenching and unclenching, into her open, hungry loins.
Wet smacking noises reverberated through the office and the furiously hammering lunges increased in tempo, mercilessly driving them toward their lewd fulfillment. Paul's hands slid around the firm undulating moons of her buttocks, convulsively kneading the soft flesh. His own body was bathed in perspiration and his breaths were deep, harsh pants. He had never been so aroused in his whole like, not even in his most passionate moments with Delia. Nothing had prepared him for the pure animalistic quality of this fucking, and he had never experienced anything like it. Lanie was like a completely different person, writhing and flailing under his fucking, as completely aroused as he was. His mind was blank now, devoid of all thoughts, completely isolated from his body which was a churning mass of raw lust. He had forgotten about his wife, about their boring marriage, about everything, as tremors of almost overwhelming pleasure were building up in his bucking, careening body. He knew that he would have to cum soon, or explode. He wanted to keep it going, to prolong this fantastic fucking for as long as he could, but he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He had almost reached it, the tremendous release he knew was soon to explode in his boiling testicles and fire through his aching prick deep, deep inside Lanie's straining belly. He wanted to burst inside her, to feel his heated male sperm jet into her eagerly waiting womb ... to shoot his scalding load far up into her hungrily clasping pussy.
Lanie's lithe young body, slippery from sweat, flailed up and down against him, writhing uncontrollably from side to side on the soft sofa in ecstasy as she churned her hips wildly, spreading her creamy thighs obscenely and jackknifing them suddenly until her knees almost reached her shoulders.
"Harder ... fuck me harder...." she groaned between tightly clenched teeth, as her firm buttocks shook and quivered, and her swallowing, clasping cunt climbed hungrily up and down his hot plunging cock, riding lustfully on the pistoning rail of his heavy, rock-hard penis, rocking and gyrating insanely.
"Ooooooohhh ... Mr. Webber!" she screamed out suddenly, as her body stiffened beneath him, every muscle and nerve ending taut as a bowstring, her face contorted in unspeakable grimaces of pleasure and lust. For a long moment, she remained frozen in her. position of stiff numbness, and then....
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ... my god ... ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh I'm ... cumming ...!"
And her body seemed to collapse into a million different fragments, seemed to disintegrate under Paul's very eyes, every inch of her wildly twitching form quivering and trembling as over powering surges of intense pleasure washed through her like a tidal wave, bathing her body in the warmth of total arousal. She was in another world, and the unfamiliar office was spinning around her as her body lit up again and again from the lightning which was forking through her. She had never experienced an orgasm like it ... never in her young life and she felt ecstatic. Her body continued to arch tightly under him, her wet sucking cunt grabbing hungrily at the tortured shaft of his big, near-bursting prick, milking furiously on it. She cleaved to him, shaking and jerking around him in a quivering pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic juices in a shower of mist over the thick plunging rod of his rigid penis. Her cumming spurred his own deep relentless aching, and his sperm-bloated balls seemed to grow and expand as they slapped wildly against the convulsed cheeks of her madly pumping backside.
"Unnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted his pounding strokes beating harder and harder into her, slapping against her pelvis with the flat impact of a wooden plank, bruising the soft ragged lips of her swollen pussy, his steel-sprung cock thrusting far down against the entrance to her wildly contracting womb.
Now he was going to climax, and he ground endlessly into her widely spread cuntal plane, burying the full incredibly inflated length of his huge driving cock in her wetly writhing vagina, the steaming pressure in his balls driving him to unbearable limits. He had to cum now!"
"Arrrrhhhggg ... oooooohhh ... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he shouted as his mind exploded in a blinding fireball. The huge piston of his wildly jerking prick drove far, far into Lanie's hungrily pulsating little belly, shooting the scalding jets of his pent-up sperm into her eagerly welcoming womb, gushing deep, deep within her, pouring in an unchecked torrent along the hot clasping walls of her steaming cunt and foaming out again to mix with her own juices and flood through the tangle of their matted pubic hair. Her head was spinning and reeling and his voice was echoing with incoherent obscenities as flood after flood of pleasure poured through his thrashing body, splashing in powerful waves that ran storming through his whole being, stirring new unknown reservoirs of pleasure. It was wonderful!
There was never anything like it in his life. The beautiful child continued to move back and forth on his surging, ejaculating prick, milking every drop of sticky sperm from his slowly deflating cock, coaxing more and more of the hot white liquid into her wet clasping depths. At last, they lay panting together, their naked limbs slowly disentangling.
As Paul's eyes slowly opened, he watched, stunned but happy, as Lanie's hand reached gently for his limply reclining prick. Patiently, with suppressed eagerness, she began to stroke it with her delicate soft fingers, sending new creeping shivers coursing along his spine.
"Lanie ... what?" he began, completely amazed to see life stirring again in his semi-dormant cock. After the incredible fucking he had just experienced with this amazing teenager, he wondered if he could ever walk again, let alone fuck. But Lanie seemed to be running this show!
"Did you like that ... Mr. Webber?" she asked, her voice a silky sensual drawl.
"It was fantastic...." he admitted, his breath already short from the startling pleasure she was giving to his awakening cock. "And Lanie ... please call me, Paul!"
CHAPTER THREE
Delia toweled herself dry and dressed. She went into the kitchen and started to make some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, Delia went into the living room as if commanded by some secret force and started straightening objects that were already perfectly in order. Compulsively, she began lining objects on the coffee table up in a perfectly symmetrical pattern. She began racing around the room as if propelled by the ghost of the perfect housekeeper, swiping at imaginary dust, snatching imaginary lint from the carpet.
Suddenly, the beautiful wife stopped dead. Dear god, what am I doing? Have I come to this that the most important thing in my life is lining up magazines in drill order? I must be going completely mad! Delia slumped to the couch with the realization that she was turning into a super human cleaning machine, a sort of human vacuum cleaner! To think this is the sum accomplishment of my whole life! An antiseptically clean house! Her troubled mind grasped at straws trying to make some sense out of her life.
She got up and went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. I'm going to take charge of my life, she vowed. What as I doing stuck in the house all the time when I could be out doing things? In fact, he said defiantly, right now I'm going over to the park. A nice walk in the fresh air can maybe clear some of the cobwebs from by brain.
Delia finished her coffee and was just about to wash it and put it away when she stopped. To hell with it, it can just wait!
The morning was lovely. The sky was a brilliant blue without a cloud in the sky and the air was warm with only the slightest whisper of a breeze. The young blonde was feeling like it was good to be alive for the first time in many months. She directed her footsteps over towards the park.
During the week the park was relatively empty. The leggy young blonde saw a few gardeners who greeted her appreciatively. Delia smiled back, pleased to be out on such a gorgeous day. Pleased that she had made the decision to take responsibility for her life.
Suddenly, a small sign caught her eye. "Tennis lessons, professional instruction. Inquire at Parks Recreation Department." There was a little arrow pointing to a vine covered building. Interested, Delia followed the small arrow. She stepped into the office.
"I'd like to inquire about tennis lessons."
"Oh, what would you like to know," replied the athletic young woman behind the counter. "We have lessons three days a week. We usually recommend that you take a series of five two hours lessons, one lesson on each stroke."
"When could I start?"
"Well," the woman said, glancing at her watch, "there's a new beginner's group starting in about fifteen minutes on the forehand. You could join that group if you like. There's only two other people in the class so you'll have lots of individual attention."
"I'd like to," Delia said hesitantly, "but I don't have a racquet."
"No problem at all. We have loaners for our beginners. We have several different brands you can try out. You can make sure you feel really comfortable with the racquet before you buy it. All our members receive a 40% discount on all tennis equipment, as well."
"Okay," the young wife said decisively. "Sign me up. I'll start this morning."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's great exercise."
The woman took down the necessary particulars and Delia gave her a cheque. This was going to be fun. Certainly better than re-arranging and scouring the house for the umpteenth time.
"Here's your receipt, Mrs. Webber. Go over and wait on court 8. Your lesson will begin at 11:00."
Excitedly, Delia walked over to the court. There was a man having a private lesson but she glanced at the clock over the club house and saw that he only had a few more minutes. This would be just the ticket. A day of exercise in the sunshine ... maybe a chance to make some new friends. Things were going to be better in her life.
Another woman joined her on the bench and confided that she had not played tennis in twenty years so thought it better to start all over again. Delia told her that she had never played. A teenage boy who had all the right equipment came over and announced that he too was a beginner. Something about his impeccable tennis gear belied the fact but as soon as they got on the court and the tennis instructor had them practicing their pivots for the forehand, it was evident that all he had was an impressive looking shell.
The instructor introduced himself as Chuck Lawson. He appeared to be quite cocky. However he was an extremely good-looking young man, with the dark suntan that comes from playing hours outdoors. The constant exercise had given him an extremely fit body. From the beginning, Delia felt a little unnerved from the unsettling way he was staring at her. It made her very uneasy, especially difficult to concentrate on her pivot and swing. She felt almost as if he was undressing her with his eyes, which was ridiculous, because he was an instructor after all. But his eyes were roaming unashamedly over her body taking in the curves beneath her tight jeans and the upward tilt of her breasts through her t-shirt. The young wife was almost glad that she had not worn shorts to the lesson. If he was anyone else, I'd be worried, but thank goodness he's only the teacher.
The two hours went rather quickly and after Delia got over the initial feeling of being totally uncoordinated, she began to really enjoy it. Before the end of the lesson, Chuck put them all on videotape so they could play themselves back and check their form.
The lovely young blonde was just returning her borrowed racquet when Chuck came up to her and asked her, "could I drop you somewhere, Delia?"
"No, that's all right, I can walk. I don't want to take you out of your way."
"It would be my pleasure."
Delia saw nothing wrong with accepting a ride home from the handsome young tennis pro, so she climbed into his Alfa Romeo without another thought.
Within minutes they were in front of her house and she thought the least she could do was to invite the dark-haired man in for a drink.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Beer would be fine."
She went into the kitchen and took two cans of beer out of the refrigerator. She brought some pretzels and potato chips into the living room along with the beer and glasses.
Chuck accepted his beer and took a long gulp out of it, staring at Delia as he did so. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He had millions of women coming for lessons but she was different from the rest. She looked young and almost innocent while at the same time having an air of worldly wisdom about her which was very appealing to him.
"Do you live here alone, Delia?" he asked quietly, setting his half-finished beer on the coffee table she had neatly arranged that morning before her mini-revolt.
"No, I'm married," she explained. "My husband's at work." Delia was starting to feel uncomfortable. She made some idle chatter about the tennis lesson and they fell into sort of an uneasy silence.
"How about a sandwich, Chuck?" she suggested, hoping he might say that he had to leave.
"Sure, Delia," he replied.
"Okay," she said brightly with an enthusiasm she did not feel.
The young wife hoped that he wasn't intending hanging around much longer. She certainly didn't want him here when Paul came home. There'd be so much explaining to do, and maybe Paul wouldn't understand. Lately he'd been so short-tempered, and things were strained enough between them as it was. He'd barely said goodbye to her this morning when he left after fucking her in that selfish way, so there was no telling what kind of mood he'd be in when he came home. She herself had felt great especially about forsaking her obsession with the housework and signing up for the tennis lessons. She knew that her good humor was in part attributable to the climax she had made herself reach in the bathtub. She couldn't help blushing as she thought of it, because she did feel somewhat ashamed about it, but it had felt so good and made her feel so much better. No one would ever know about it. It was her key to self-fulfillment she thought. She put the finishing touches to the tuna sandwich, fervently hoping that Chuck would eat it and leave.
A gasp of surprise escaped her lips and she jumped from the sudden touch of his hands on her breasts, hands which had slipped around under her arms and were now openly fondling her breasts!
"Chuck?" she breathed, apprehension drenching her like an icy shower.
"Oh Delia, you're fabulous...." Chuck sighed as his fingers tightened on the soft rounded orbs of her breasts, stirring the nipples into burgeoning erection.
"Chuck, what...." Delia began again, surprise robbing her of speech. What in god's name was going on? For a moment she was dumbfounded. She could hardly believe that the tennis pro, who a couple of hours ago she didn't even know existed, was actually fondling her breasts, right here in her own kitchen. She gasped as his fingers tightened around the turgid bud of her nipples, squeezing them even more, and then, to her horror, she felt hot hungry lips planting kisses along the line of her long swan-like neck. He was kissing her!
"Listen ... I think this...." she began in a warning tone, but stopped. She didn't want to cause a scene because she -liked him but she just couldn't let him kiss and caress her without any restraint. She was in a compromising situation in the house with him. What should she do?
Delia closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think about her problem but her brain refused to function. Instead, her body seemed to melt against the strong virile form of the athletic young man. She felt the stiffening hardness of her fully erect cock digging into the soft fleshiness of her tightly clenched buttocks. His hands were pulling her back against him, his mouth feverishly racing over her neck and throat, his arms holding her in a strong, eager embrace. His hands dropped from the throbbing cups of her pounding breasts and trailed down the length of her quivering sides, finally caressing with careful deft movements the smooth curve of her gracefully flared hips.
"Oh baby, you've got it all...."
The man's hoarse rasping words broke the lewd spell which had been somehow cast over the young wife, and angrily, she broke away from the surprised tennis pro.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded, anger flooding through her in an effort to blot out the shame she was feeling from her reaction to the illicit embrace.
"You seemed to enjoy it!" Chuck shot back amusedly, staring at her directly, to her discomfort.
"I think you'd better leave ... right now!" Delia said, anxious now to be rid of him. "Oh you do ... do you ... aren't you forgetting something?!
"What?" Delia asked dully, her face paling suddenly.
"That you're the one that invited me in, in the first place. Now come on ... we're both adults ... I want you and you want me ... so what's the big deal ... stop acting like the injured virgin ... we both know the score...."
Delia was silent. What he was saying was true. The desire to be with him was subconscious but he had picked it up right away. Also she didn't want to give up her tennis lessons. Maybe they could just write off this little episode and still remain friends. There was no reason to get hysterical because a good-looking young man had made a pass at her.
And then he was very close to her again, and Delia felt suddenly frightened. But before she could do anything, he grabbed her again and his lips were crushing down on hers, forcing her teeth apart, his tongue insinuating its way into the warm moistness of her mouth. Her throat suddenly felt arid and her breath was cut off, and for a moment, she was helpless as his wet pink tongue slavered around inside her mouth, reaching far back against her throat. His lips felt hot and sinewy against hers and she was surprised at the passionate way he was kissing her. At last, she managed to free her mouth from his greedily demanding kiss and she stared at him in shock.
"Listen Delia ... see you on the tennis court ... just forget about this ... okay?" he rasped hoarsely.
"But ... Chuck ... I...." she began, staring at him in amazement. What did he mean? She watched as he hurriedly reached for his warm-up jacket and quickly let himself out the kitchen door. Delia was thoroughly bewildered. Why did he leave so quickly?
When she heard a car door slamming she realized the reason for Chuck's sudden exit. Paul was back! He must have heard the car turning into the drive. Delia's heart started pounding. Did Paul see Chuck leave? What would he think? She stole a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, her face unusually pale.
Quickly, she ran into the bathroom. She had to have to time to get herself back together ... and to think, before she faced her husband. Her thoughts were racing with the events of the afternoon.
Surely Chuck came into contact with lots of women. He would forget about this and she could just have her lessons like any other pupil. She wondered if she should tell her husband about what happened, especially now as it was -likely that it wouldn't happen again. But she had a strange feeling that Paul would blame her for inviting the tennis pro into the house, and tell her that she had handled everything the wrong way. She couldn't bear his censure now ... not when she was still quaking inside from Chuck's unexpected embrace, from his hot, demanding kisses, from the illicit touch of hands on her breasts. No, the best thing to do was to forget it ever happened ... just like he had whispered before he fled the kitchen. No this would have to be her secret ... she'd just pretend to Chuck that nothing out of the ordinary happened ... she wasn't even sure she'd tell him about the lessons at all!
CHAPTER FOUR
Paul could still not believe the incredible encounter he had had with Lanie in his office. That hot little seventeen year old could substitute on the coffee cart anytime she wanted. In fact, Paul had arranged to meet the sexy teenager this very afternoon.
Since it was a weekday and often he had contract negotiations outside the office, it would not be difficult to lie to Delia. He wished that it did not have to be this way. When he thought about it, the ideal situation would have been for Delia to take a lover. It had sure given him a new slant on life. Why not Delia? He glanced over at his beautiful wife as he dressed for his date with Lanie.
When he had told her that he was going over to a new client's home she accepted his excuse without demur. Yesterday when he got home, Delia had seemed to be preoccupied about something, but when he had questioned her about it, she refused to say anything.. Paul thought she still might be upset over the way he'd made love to her that morning, but when he tried to approach the subject, she had disinterestedly brushed it aside. No, something else was eating her. He wished he knew what it was, because he didn't like to see her bottling things up, but of late, she had got in the habit of keeping her problems to herself and Paul thought it wisest not to press her for answers. She just might really blow up, he thought.
Anyway, his wife was not on his highest list of priorities today. It was Lanie he could hardly wait to see again. It was hard dragging himself away from her yesterday, but he had to in order not to make Delia suspicious. He had never met anyone like her in his life, and suddenly he felt like a new man. Virile, attractive ... feelings he hadn't experienced for a long time. It's good to have an ego massage every now and' again, he thought. Maybe that's what Delia needs too. If only there was some other man ... I might as well be wishing for the moon as wishing she would take a lover ... she's just not the type ... I should like to see that though ... Delia writhing in the arms of another man ... his prick driving in and out of her ready cunt ... making her scream for more ... That is a scene I'd like to see....
"Will you be home for dinner?" Delia asked tonelessly, as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the front door.
"I'm not sure, so why don't you just go ahead without me ... I can grab something on the way ... don't worry about fixing anything."
Delia just glanced at him indifferently, and stood immobile as he gave her a salutary peck on the cheek. She had to admit that she was relieved when he finally left. Although the house suddenly felt empty and forlorn, she was glad of the solitude. She needed time to think, to collect her scattered thoughts and put them into some kind of comprehensible order. She had to stop herself several times from blurting out the whole story to Paul, telling him all about Chuck and what had happened, but at the last minute, she had refrained. He wouldn't understand. He was totally insensitive to her needs lately anyway.
She was glad this was not the day for her tennis lesson. Although she was happy she had signed up for the lesson after her encounter with Chuck she felt that a little cooling off period was necessary. Idly, she wondered what had made her act that way with Chuck. Why she had almost....
Delia's thoughts were halted abruptly by the feeling that she had heard the back door opening. For a moment, she wondered what to do. It couldn't have been Paul for something he had forgotten because she hadn't heard his car in the drive. No, it must have been her imagination. Disinterestedly, Delia flipped over the pages of the morning paper. She felt that her life was one series of problems. There was the state of her marriage. But this latest worry with the tennis pro was the most worrying. It was upsetting to her because it pointed out to her how unsatisfying her marriage and her sex life was. She had actually wanted the tennis pro to....
"Hey, baby, a penny for your thoughts."
Delia was paralyzed with shock at the familiar voice which sounded right behind her. Whirling around, she stared in numbed disbelief at the handsome, athletic young man who was leaning against the doorway.
"I don't have any lessons today, so I thought I'd come over and keep my star pupil company," he said, his eyes shining with a strange look. Delia experienced a tremor of she knew not what as she stared at him, hardly able to believe that it was actually him. Desperately, she tried to keep her voice steady and maintain a semblance of calm. It was almost as though he had read her thoughts and had come over because she was thinking of him!
"Chuck, I think you'd better leave. I think we should keep this on a teacher/pupil relationship. I'm a married woman!"
"Oh, Jesus," he exclaimed in mock horror. "What do you think this is a soap opera or something."
"A married woman," he mimicked. "Come on ... let's get hip to what's happening ... you know you want it ... that was obvious from the other day ... let's just cut out the pious bullshit, shall we?"
"Chuck, I'm serious. Please go right now, or...."
Her warning seemed to spur the amused young man into sudden action, and his hand reached out swiftly and tightly gripped the young wife. Delia began to melt as the young tennis pro's strong fingers tightened around her softly rounded shoulders, his strength and the laughing expression in his blue eyes evoking a sudden stab of longing in her stomach. Events were crowding too fast on her new consciousness and shivers of anticipation coursed through her as he suddenly propelled her backwards up off the sofa.
"Get your hands off me!" she said without much conviction, but her command only amused the worldly young man all the more.
"Don't fight it ... you want me ... you know you do ... you look like you're just dying for a big cock inside that hot little cunt of yours." He smiled at Delia, who shrank trembling for the jarring impact of his perceptive words, he pushed her gently against the sofa, unbalancing her and sending her sprawling across the soft deep cushions.
Chuck, still gripping her soft arms with his athletic grip, moved across her panting body.
"Leave me alone ... Chuck ... please get away from me ... let's just keep it...." Delia pleaded. In spite of her feeling of arousal she was frankly terrified of his single-minded assault on her, by his powerful young body and hard arrogance. She knew he was right ... but she did not want to be the one to have to make the decision! She would prefer to protest so she would not be responsible for the decision that would make the young wife an adultress!
Chuck slowly pushed Delia's arm back beyond her head and stretched his tautly muscular body over her soft trembling figure. He clamped his hungry lips over her ripe inviting mouth, digging his tongue against her defiantly set teeth, forcing it rigidly into the sweet moist cavity of her mouth.
Delia lay motionless under his clenched, restraining grip, her stomach churning from shock, her brain screaming under his restraining grip, screaming alarm, flooding the intricate channels and nerves of her body with adrenalin. She had to get away! Before it was too late and she was no longer a chaste woman!
Suddenly, with a bound of unforeseen strength, she jerked away from him, and ran, her heart pounding, darting into the bedroom. Awkwardly, she fumbled with the lock, numbed fingers frantically gasping the bolt that would shut him out. She wanted him ... but it was wrong ... so wrong. She could hear his footsteps crashing towards her as she pushed the small stubborn piece of metal. Dear God, she begged inwardly, give me strength to resist him!
In the space of another second, the limber athlete had reached the door and was pushing it with his sturdy shoulder.
"Delia, I don't believe this ... this is very high school ... it's ridiculous ... you're a grown woman ... so stop with all these childish games ... we're going to do it!" Chuck laughed, an amused little chuckle as he pushed her down on the big double bed.
"Now, let's get on with it," he said softly, squeezing her against the bedclothes. His penetrating blue eyes bored into her turquoise blue eyes and she moaned as his hands began to fumble with the thin protection of her robe. She wanted to stop him, to push his hand away, but somehow her mind and her movements were unsynchronized ... Nothing was happening!
With a quick, sharp tug, he pulled away the sash of her terry cloth dressing gown and yanked away the confining fabric exposing to his lust-inflamed gaze the lovely sculpted contours of her voluptuous body, completely naked but for a flimsy strip of white nylon bikini panties. A low gasp of excitement came from Chuck's throat. She looked so fabulous!
Chuck's usual sexual experience was with the tennis groupies that hung around the courts waiting to make it with the pros. His brain now was inflamed at the sight of the softly fleshed mounds of her full breasts, the glossy roundness of her magnificent thighs rising to the sensual flare of her smooth silky hips. His eyes riveted on the enticing blonde crevice of her delicate-panty-clad pubic mound and his mouth opened and closed fish-like as his breath pumped raggedly in and out of his heaving young chest. The young man was almost out of his mind with rampaging desire. His fiery cock was jumping, aching hardness between his tensed legs, straining the rough fabric of his tight Levi's.
Hurriedly, his hand opened the buttons of his fly, allowing the rigid pole to spring free in the cool air of the still dark bedroom, thrusting upright with proud, assertive desire from the wiry thatch of his pubic hair. His hard, quickly-growing prick was sending sharp urgent impulses to Chuck's brain, impatiently urging him to hurry, to answer the clamorous demands of his raging lust. This beautiful woman's body was even more sensually exciting than he'd expected. Seeing her lying there naked trembling before him filled him with ever-increasing passionate desire. He suddenly felt a wicked thrill as he savored the fact that she was a married woman, just as she had said.
It was amazing, he thought, when he first saw this fantastic looking blonde walk on to the tennis court yesterday, so cool and unapproachable, he never dreamed he would have her in the sack so quickly ... and what a woman! He gazed down with ego stimulating satisfaction at his massive hard-on, outlined against the creamy panorama of Delia's voluptuous naked body, and smiled happily to himself.
Delia gave a low, whimper as she felt Chuck's strong young hand slide firmly between the satiny columns of her tightly clenched legs, felt him push relentlessly upward, forcing apart her tender inner thighs, climbing aggressively under the elastic edge of her panties to graze momentarily against the softly curling tendrils of her quivering pussy.
"No ... no ... no ... Chuck please...." she moaned over and over. She ground her satiny buttocks into the softness of the bed in futile retrain from his invading hand.
"Oh, Baby ... stop protesting," he said, wearily.
Delia lay back numbly, unresisting, her eyes staring vacantly ahead trying to remove her mind from the action she was becoming involved in. She was excruciatingly aware of Chuck's foreoful hands grasping the sensitive inner surface of her long graceful legs, but there was nothing she could do about it. She stared unseeingly at his massive bloated cock which balanced obscenely between her splayed legs. She was willing to let her brain lose itself in oblivion, to ignore the unthinkable lewd assault that was taking place right in her own familiar bedroom.
A long violent tremor shot through the young wife as she felt Chuck's fingers grazing once more against the palpitating nylon-covered mound of her vaginal fleece. Shudders spasmed through her voluptuous body as she felt his fingers grasp the flimsy elastic waistband of her panties, and then a wave of panic crashed over her as Chuck, with a quick tug, pulled the gossamer veil of protective fabric right off her cringing loins, with one swift gesture, piercing her last barrier of defense against his implacable, raging lust.
"Chuck...!" she started to cry out, her voice breaking with the enormity of the act she was about to commit, when she abruptly stopped, her breath caught painfully in her throat, as she felt the first sensations of the hard rubbery head of the tennis pro's fully erect cock pushing against her trembling, moistening vagina. A cold shudder swept through her. I can't be doing this ... I just can't!
A lewd pornographic image of herself dazzled her mind, blinding her rational thought; how she must look, nude and flat on her back, spreadeagled under this handsome man's purplish, unraised penis, her most private flesh exposed to the lascivious attentions of a complete stranger!
Delia could feel the blood in her veins chill as she saw him guiding the angry red desire-hardened length of his pounding prick towards the small trembling opening to her body, and then, without hesitation, he surged forward, flexing his hips, driving into her cringing pussy, sinking his thick pulsating hardness almost to the hilt in her tenderly stretched vaginal entrance!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned helplessly as her long slender legs splayed and kicked out futilely on either side of Chuck's lean young frame.
For a long moment, Chuck held it there, savoring the wildly exciting sensation of actually feeling his virile young cock sunk into the beautiful woman's heatedly resisting depths. Then he tightly clenched his teeth and, cupping the trembling mounds of her softly firm buttocks in his hard palms, he shoved forward, groaning savagely, forcing his long thick prick all the way to the hilt in Delia's throbbing cuntal sheath.
"Nooooooo ... noooooooooo ... noooooooooooooooo," she whimpered, twisting her body in a futile attempt to escape the hard mass of his impaling member agonizingly buried in her soft interior.
The full shock of her lewd position came home to her, the utter depravity and shame of lying helplessly in her own bed, her intimate depths filled by the obscene hardness of the almost stranger's penis, a man she barely knew! The twisted, bizarre quality of this outrage seemed to inflame her agonized brain and destroy the last reservoir of her resistance.
The young tennis pro, had sensed something in her. She had been so stupid, so naive to invite this man into the house yesterday. For some reason she had not wanted to inform her husband of the advances made by this young man. I'm really as involved in this as he is, she thought. It was her own fault entirely that she had stumbled into a hopeless mire of sexual depravity. She felt hopelessly confused from the granite intrusion of Chuck's big, hard cock that slowly flexed deep in the buffeted, dryly resisting walls of her ravished cunt. There was no stopping him, and she didn't want to! Not really! Chuck slowly withdrew the long glistening column of his submerged organ, pulling against her dry clinging sheath, leaving only the thick, bloated head buried firmly in her burning cunt.
Delia moaned involuntarily as her tortured cuntal walls closed behind his painful withdrawal, but her relief was only momentary, as Chuck, arching his back, his eyes blazing with uncontrolled lust, abruptly slammed his stiff, blood-engorged rod back into her tender, cringing vaginal mouth, far up into her tortured little belly, smashing the inflamed head against her distant cervix. He crammed the full length of his lust-distended member into her unblemished body in one swift stroke, his full dangling balls slapping against the tender smooth cheeks of her quavering backside.
Abruptly, he withdrew, pulling his heavy bloated shaft of flesh out with agonizing slowness and then rammed immediately into her again, maintaining a powerful unbroken sawing rhythm in and out of the delicate membranes of her almost virginal cunt. With mounting excitement, he thrust into her, stretching the rubbery walls of her vagina and wringing more drops of lubrication along the battered channel of her hair-fringed cunt.
"Oh Jesus, baby ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," he gasped as his bulging eyes followed the progress of the long white length of his glistening cock, moist now from her unwilling secretions, pistoning into her soft blonde pubic triangles. His eyes widened as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh around her writhing cunt, drawing back with each outstroke, then being swallowed in again as he drove forward with a relentless sawing rhythm into her limp body.
The tennis pro's driving hardness seemed to fill every recess of her violently agitated body; his lust-inflated cock expanded stroke by stroke, seeming to stretch the clamped walls of her burning sheath, whipping her battered genital tract into a tingling mass of throbbing nerve-endings.
With his hands holding her down, Chuck kept fucking mercilessly between Delia's lewdly spread thighs, with deep hard strokes, cramming his long, palpitating prick to the thick stubby hilt each time on the instroke, and then pulling it all the way out until the heavy bulbous head alone was still submerged, until at last the lining of her inner cuntal walls was flowing with the unwished-for stream of her vaginal juices.
"Aaaaauuuughghhh ... aaaaahhhhhh ... noooooooooooooo," she moaned helplessly, her head tossing from side to side, her body aching all over from the terrible throbbing thrusts between her legs. Her brain was dazed and reeling and her eyes stared vacantly ahead, wishing that it would soon end. What had prompted her to commit this terrible act?
But even as the young wife lay there, her head filled with disgust for her act, the unbelievable happened! She recognized once again within herself the first signs of a low insidious betrayal to her higher moral self deep within her tortured, but rebellious body.
Terrible as the realization was to her, a tiny flickering flame had been lit deep inside her helplessly resisting belly, and was grimly persisting, even spreading in a slow, smoldering combustion of desire within her own loins. It was terrible, unthinkable, but she was beginning to feel a kind of hot primitive urge building, building deep within her savagely assaulted cuntal region, a mindless, growing but still obscure desire, a raw need that was threatening to engulf her completely.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhh," Chuck suddenly groaned, a sudden vibrant thrill of delight shooting up from his cock as her moist warm sheath clutched at the thick inflated instrument. His loud coarse groan of pleasure seemed to trigger an instinctive response in Delia as his unfamiliar young voice flooded her confused consciousness with a ripple of lurid pleasure.
For a long never-ending second, she wavered, teetering between reluctant tolerance and lewd submission ... and then, helplessly, irrevocably, she gave way to a tidal wave of lust, welling up from her heated vaginal channel. She felt herself falling, falling endlessly into a current of total surrender.
"Ooohhhh ... yes ... mmmmmm ... yes...." she moaned, her voice husky and distorted with passionate arousal. Her entire body was slowly undulating as she thrust her now eager pelvis forward to meet the full force of her young lover's pistoning penis. Her softly quivering buttocks jiggled shamelessly with mounting excitement, and her wet glistening lips were curled lewdly to emit breathless mewls of undiluted pleasure. Her brilliantly clear blue eyes darkened with the smoldering haze of an unleashed sexual inferno and her whole body burning with the raging flames of absolute arousal, her brain crazed to the point of near insanity. She rocked and slapped wetly against Chuck's steel-sprung, pile driving cock, her heaving breasts smacking obscenely against the smooth hardness of his muscular chest. Her blonde hair flew back like a golden wave of water and she moaned like a wild woman, her lovely full sensual lips parted in ecstatic abandon.
"Ooooohhh ... Chuck ... do it to me ... fuck me ... ooohhh. Yessss ... yesssss ... fuck meeeeeeeeee...." she crooned as her arms wrapped tightly around his young neck, and her nails dug savagely into his young back, her hands sliding desperately down to his muscular thrusting buttocks, forcing them harder and faster against the openly presented plane of her hungrily eager cunt.
I knew it ... she's crazy for it ... she's really hot ... Chuck thought ecstatically as he continued to fuck frantically between her widely spread legs. He had no idea she'd be so turned on by his fucking ... he knew she wanted it ... but his woman was a raging inferno! She had fought against it in the beginning, acting all proud and shy, but she had succumbed, and now she was just like any other woman, dying to get fucked ... His thoughts ran on lasciviously as he continued to pound against her, lewd smacking noises resounding through the bedroom as she stretched her long tanned legs farther and farther apart, in a hungry effort to engulf all of his hot, plunging prick. She was a moaning mass of pure pleasure, every ounce of her perspiring body alive with tingling excitement. She thought she'd go out of her mind from the pure pleasure of fucking and being fucked half to death. She didn't know or care why, but she loved the cock of the young tennis pro. She had forgotten about everything, Paul, their problems everything, in the mad overpowering spasms of pleasure which were convulsing through her from the muscular athlete's wild, wanton fucking!
"Delia ... babeeeeeee ... you sure know how to fuck ... wow!" Chuck panted admiringly as the quickening tempo of their love-making signalled their mutually approaching orgasms.
"Jesus, Chuck ... don't stop ... harder ... fuck me ... harder!" Delia begged wildly, knowing that the full blasting force of her climax was just around the corner.
Suddenly, her voice caught in a series of whimpering moans and her legs wrapped desperately around him as a deep violent explosion seemed to tear her apart.
"Oh, Chuck ... my God ... I'm ... cummmmiinnnnnnnngggg ... ccccccuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out, her voice hoarse, her pelvis jerking out of control as the gigantic detonation of her body-shattering orgasm struck her with the force of a bomb, disintegrating her flesh into single atoms of excruciating pleasure, lighting blaze after blaze of blinding light behind her wildly rolling eyes."
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuugghhhh ... nnnnnnnngggggggggg," she continued to sob wildly as her, head flailed from side to side, her body quivering alive with mind-boggling sensations. Again and again, her long tanned form jerked and flailed like a puppet on a string as floods of unbelievable unexpected pleasure washed over her. She was a mindless mass of raw, screaming arousal, and she forgot to be frightened by the terrifying force of her orgasm. She had never known that cumming would be like this ... it was a completely different experience from that she usually had. It was miraculous and Chuck was the miracle worker!
Dimly, through her orgasm-clouded brain, the rejoicing young blonde was aware of a powerful stiffening in her young lover's body, and then he was trembling from head to toe, his pelvis thrusting forcefully against her wildly kicking legs, raising her loins up off the ground from the force of his spasmodic pounding.
"Aaaarrrhhhh ... uuunnnnggggg ... Delllaaaaaaaa ... babeeeeeee ... I'm there ... I'm ... aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhh ... ccccuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!!!" He was cumming too, shooting his white, rolling sperm deep and hard into her hungrily pulsing sheath of her eagerly waiting belly, sending jets of the precious liquid far, far up into the depths of her greedily welcoming interior. He continued to pump into her without let-up, filling her helplessly flooded little belly with more and more of his hot, foaming cum, until she felt filled all the way up to the insides of her breasts with his seething sperm. His orgasm seemed never ending as he ejaculated into her, the heated semen trickling pleasurably through her still quivering depths, until at last, his powerful young prick began to deflate, finally slipping ineffectively from the widely-stretched passage of her wetly pulsating pussy.
It was almost night when Delia woke up. She was still stretched out naked on her back on the bed, her silky thighs, still moist from Chuck's sperm, lasciviously spread, and she was filled with such incredible exhaustions that it was an effort to close them. Was Paul home? Her first worried thought made her sit bolt upright, convulsed with fear, but after a minute, she was able to determine that there was no light or sound in the dark, empty house. She knew that she'd have to find the energy to drag herself to the bathroom, wash away the exterior signs as best as she could, of the young tennis pro's wild fucking, but that would have to come later. Right now, she couldn't move. Her entire body felt dead, her loins still tingling as a lewd reminder of her shameless orgasm. Shame and confusion flooded through her as she recalled how she had thrashed about in wanton abandon as Chuck poured his hot scalding cum far up into her depths, how she had actually climaxed from the young athlete's amazing lovemaking. It was almost impossible to believe, but it was true! She had actually succumbed to her basest impulses, had actually enjoyed the obscene coupling with an almost stranger. Delia began to suffer the agony of shame. She had enjoyed the illicit tryst, she a married woman! Sobs convulsed her quivering body as her dazed brain tried to grapple with her feelings. What could she do? What was to become of her? How could she live with herself after this? Overwhelmed by the realization of what had happened to her, and of how her body had betrayed her, Delia sobbed helplessly, giving vent to the pent-up feelings of her shattered emotions.
CHAPTER FIVE
Paul and Lanie pulled up to the all night market. "I'm just going in to get some cigarettes," Paul said.
"Get me an ice cream," the seventeen year old requested. "Okay."
Paul went into the market he walked the back towards the ice cream cooler and stopped. God, that face looked really familiar. When the man turned around full face, Paul broke into a broad smile.
"Chuck. Chuck Lawson. It's been years."
"Jesus, man. Paul, I don't believe it, I haven't seen you since college," he said clasping his friend's arm. "God, what have you been up to? Still Mr. heavy Corporation lawyer?"
"No. Believe it or not I have my own agency. I'm a talent agent. You know Allison Jarvis? I'm her agent and I have a whole stable full of entertainers ... you still in business administration?"
Chuck laughed. "No, man, I kind of dropped out of that scene. I'm a tennis pro, now. I've been in Puerto Rico at a tennis camp for the last couple of years. Couldn't cut that nine to five routine. I'm working for the city, the parks and recreation department. Sort of a jock civil servant."
"Same old Chuck," Paul chuckled. "How's your sex life ... did you get married or anything?"
"Nah ... that's not my trip at all. I'm into hanging loose. I don't want any of that mortgage, two car garage shit. The way things are now, I can just throw my toothbrush and my racquet in a bag and split. That's the way I want things. Right now, I'm playing around with a married lady, so everything's cool. How about you?"
"I got married about six years ago. Gorgeous woman but things haven't been exactly too cool lately."
"Yeah. I can imagine. I can't imagine myself ever being with anyone for six years."
The two men were the only shoppers at that time. Chuck glanced around out the window and saw the beautiful young redhead sitting in the car. "Jesus, Paul. That's not your old lady, is it? What did you do catch her outside the elementary school?"
"No, that's not my wife. She's a hot little seventeen year old who's anxious to break into show business."
"And you're anxious to break into her pants?"
"Listen. That kid came on to me, believe it or not."
"I believe it. I've had some incredible scenes with all the little groupies that hang around the tennis courts."
An .idea suddenly popped into Paul's mind. What if Chuck and his wife ... No, it was too far out ... but Chuck was a great guy ... he'd always -liked him in college ... he had a great body ... and a great cock ... what if that big cock found its way into his wife's cunt? That was a scene he'd love to see ... maybe it would get Delia out of her doldrums ... maybe she needed some new meat too ... look what it had done for him being with that fabulous seventeen year old ... almost before he had time to formulate a subtle plan, it was out of his mouth....
"Chuck, you know you've always been known for your sexual prowess ... even in high school....
I wonder if you could do me a favor ... this is a little off the wall, granted," Paul stumbled on.
"What is man? I'm pretty open...."
"Well the thought just flashed in my head that since I'm having such a great time fucking around, maybe my wife would too. She's kind of shy in that direction but maybe you could ... I know she has the potential but somehow the fuse seems to have fizzled out ... maybe you could...."
"Sure man ... I'll give it the old college try ... how am I supposed to arrange it ... Good morning, madam, I'm your friendly neighborhood surrogate sex partner ... would you like to fuck for a couple of hours ... our rates are flexible and can be suspended altogether...."
"Come on. Be serious. Maybe you could just drop in on her and say you're an old friend from college. Go over during the day. I'm sure you can think of something after that. I mean, in college you could make it with a crippled nun ... What do you say?"
"Okay. I'm up for it. What's your wife's name and address? Are you going to be watching? Do I detect a bit of a voyeur in my old college buddy?"
"Yeah, I would like to watch ... Why don't you go over tomorrow morning ... her name is Delia, and here's the address," Paul said, handing him a card.
Chuck almost dropped the bottle of wine he was holding. Jesus Christ. The woman he had just fucked this very afternoon was his friend's wife and now ... now he was actually asking him to fuck her ... This was the most amazing coincidence! Sure he'd fuck Delia again ... couldn't wait ... and under the auspices of her husband ... It was too fucking much! Better not tip my cards though, he thought. I'll just let Paul chink he's running the show....
"What if I took someone else with me ... sometimes women like a three-way, you know?"
"Well ... I don't know ... Delia's kind of shy ... but if you think...."
"I'll just play it by ear ... maybe she'll have two college roommates of yours visiting her tomorrow morning...."
"This has all happened so fast ... I'll leave for the office in the morning and park over on the next block and come back through the garage so I can watch it all...."
"Okay man ... see you later ... I mean you'll see me later," Chuck roared.
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Delia took another sip of her coffee, and lit another cigarette. She knew that during the last few days, she was drinking so much coffee and smoking so many cigarettes that it felt like all her nerves were sitting on her skin. But she didn't know how she'd have gotten through the long endless hours otherwise. And with Paul working so much lately and such odd hours, the days were doubly long. For some reason the woman from the office over at the tennis courts had told her the lessons were going to be cancelled for a week.
Since she had made her decision not to be so compulsive around the house, there really wasn't much to give her any kind of satisfaction. She couldn't seem to focus on anything. Countless times during the day and lonely evenings she'd open a book or a magazine, or turn on the television, and then after a few minutes, she'd have forgotten all about whatever it was, and would be staring into space ... thinking about Chuck! The young tennis pro had even invaded her dreams, appearing in different forms to taunt her and make love to her! It was only a few days since she'd met him ... but her guilt-ridden brain made it seem like years.
She had told herself, over and over again, that it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't help what happened, that Chuck had really initiated everything, but she couldn't forget how she had enjoyed it, how she had ended up sobbing out the most fulfilling orgasm she'd ever had ... she just couldn't banish from her remorse-stricken brain the image of her own naked sweat-filmed body flailing abandonedly under Chuck's deep hard thrusts. Her own shrill cries of orgasm still sounded eerily in her ears and she could feel the spasms of pleasure which surged through when she climaxed. She just couldn't forget how she had succumbed to the wild fucking of the illicit, adulterous encounter with Chuck! She couldn't make herself believe that it was anything but her own fault. After all, if she had acted in a reasonable way at the time that the tennis pro drove her home then none of this would have happened.
The young wife blamed herself for not telling her husband the first time Chuck had made a pass at her. Now she just couldn't tell him. She was not even sure that she had not subconsciously gone out that fateful morning she had happened on the tennis courts to find a man! The beautiful blonde was so frustrated that day ... But now the whole business had gone too far. It would help so much to be able to tell someone about her dilemma but there was no one to tell. Even if she had unburdened herself to Paul at this late stage, confessed everything, she'd still have to tell him about her reaction to the illicit fucking.
She'd have to tell her own husband that she'd revelled in the lewd coupling with another man! Her cheeks burned as she thought of his reaction, of what he would think of her. Maybe it would be the end of their marriage. It was on pretty shaky ground as it was!
The beautiful blonde tried to channel her thoughts into more productive lines, tried to think of what her next stop would be. And yet she dreaded looking into the future.
There were so many possibilities ... each one worse than the other. The best thing she knew, would be to forget about the whole thing ... chalk it off as a bad experience ... forget it ever happened. But could she? In the first place how could she write off as a bad experience the most incredible fuck she had ever had? She knew deep in her heart that she couldn't. The act had left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she knew she'd always remember it. But there was more to it than that. She couldn't deny, that for the first time in her life, she was totally and absolutely aroused by the sexual act! That was the plain truth, and she had to face it, sooner or later, no matter what the implications were. No matter what kind of woman it proved her to be.
What if I never see Chuck again? That was the question she asked herself over and over. If he never appeared in her life again, then in a way, her problems would be solved. There would be no fear of the same thing happening a second time, no chance of Paul finding out. The memory would be just that, obliterated with time. She could find some other tennis court. But could she live the rest of her life without fully experiencing that incredible, arousing feeling, of climaxing fully and simultaneously with a man?
Could she?
Was it possible?
"I don't know ... I don't know ... what's happening to me?" she cried aloud suddenly, burying her face in her hands. It was too much for her. She just couldn't face it alone. If only there was someone she could confide in....
She finished her coffee and then stood up and turned toward the kitchen, determined to fix herself a drink. Coffee isn't doing it for me. I need something stronger, she thought desperately. I've got to pull myself together, she thought, moving towards the kitchen.
"Hi, baby!"
Delia's head jerked up and her eyes widened in horror and surprise, mingled with disbelief when she saw the figure standing in the doorway.
"Chuck!" she whispered, trembling from a mixture of dread and gladness.
"Hey Delia ... I come over to see how you're doing and I brought a friend," the tennis pro smiled, gesturing to a stocky athletically built dark-haired man standing beside him. Delia figured that he was about the same age as Chuck and he was wearing a warm-up suit just like Chuck. Delia felt a shiver ripple through her. But she forced herself to be calm, because it was obvious that Chuck was in a friendly, conciliatory mood and was acting as if nothing had happened between them and this was just as social visit with one of his pupils.
"Why don't you guys sit in the living room and I'll bring you in some coffee ... or would you prefer beer?" Delia asked suddenly feeling much better. Now at least I won't be alone for today tortured by guilt, she told herself. She felt almost happy as she brought in some beer and pretzels to the living room, and rationalized that what happened with Chuck was a mistake. This is just a social visit, she smiled to herself.
The two tennis players accepted the beer with alacrity and Delia herself had one, too. She knew it was early in the day but what difference did it make? She felt happier now sitting with the two handsome athletes, sipping beer and munching chips, and joining in with their conversation. Not that they were talking a lot; in fact, what they said was mostly in the nature of esoteric humour between them, but Delia didn't feel left but. It was enough that they had called on her and were now in her living-room. Gradually, her worries about what happened with Chuck faded. It was all a terrible mistake, something that wouldn't happen again, and she was right not to tell Paul about it. When she noticed that all the beer was gone, she went to the kitchen to get some more. She was aware that there was a light feeling in her head from drinking so early in the day, but she felt pleasantly carefree. Things were working out after all ... now all her worries were over.
"Here you go guys," she called gaily setting down some more beer.
"Well, I'm glad everything is nice and light," Chuck said, "I like everything to be nice and loose ... no heavy shit."
"You told me that when you guys fucked it was fabulous," Bobby said to his friend.
Delia froze, her mouth going dry. Her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure they must hear, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to gather her thoughts, to say something that wouldn't betray her hysteria, yet at the same time pass over the incident lightly if she could. But she was having difficulty thinking: her brain didn't seem to function properly; even the two figures still seated on the couch seemed to swim before her.
"Now Chuck, let's forget about that, okay? You know it was all a mistake...." The words spilled from her in a brittle voice, and they weren't what she intended to say at all.
"Forget about it?" he said softly. No, baby, I'm not going to forget that I fucked you, and you're not going to either!"
"Please Chuck...." she glanced imploringly at him and then at his friend, Bobby.
"Oh don't worry about Bobby," Chuck said. "He knows all about it."
"Yeah, honey. I'm a big boy now. I can handle that stuff." Don't worry about old Bobby. I just came over to watch."
Delia listened to his words, a Fiery blush reddening her cheeks. What had Chuck been saying? Had he told his friend about how he had made love to her? Was it common knowledge around the tennis courts?
"Chuck, what does Bobby mean?" she finally gasped. She just had to know for certain just what Chuck had told his friend.
"About what honey?"
"You know about watching."
"Oh that!" Chuck replied. "Well, I just mentioned that he could hang around while we were fucking! You know, add to the fun!"
"Dear god!" Delia couldn't help gasping. She just couldn't believe it. It was impossible that the tennis pro had actually planned to bring his friend along to watch ... casually assuming that he could make love to her again! It was just too much to comprehend!
"Chuck, I think it's time you left, right away!" she said in as cold a voice as possible, desperately trying to keep the tone even, afraid of betraying her underlying emotions. Maybe they were just joking anyway.
"Hey, Delia, cool it," Chuck drawled staying exactly where he was.
"I'm going to call the police if you don't leave!"
Both men roared with laughter. "What's so funny about that?" she faltered, feeling herself to be rapidly losing ground, as neither of the men made a move to leave.
"Picture how it will look to the cops, Delia," Chuck explained. "You make a complaint about us, but here we are, drinking your beer and eating your chips. Anybody can see we've been here quite a while ... how are you going to explain that? And how would you explain it to your husband?" The young tennis pro had to laugh to himself. Here her husband had actually planned the whole thing. He had concocted that story about the old college friends routine but Paul didn't know that he had already met his wife. He hoped that Paul had not arrived yet so he wouldn't know about the deception. Ah, what the hell did it matter, he thought. It all came out the same in the end.
Delia knew he was right. It would be incongruous to report that she was being threatened. It would be ridiculous. And anyway she never would have called the police in a hundred years.
"What if my husband comes home?" she said feebly, hoping that her ruse would work.
"Come on Delia, don't give me that!" Chuck said evenly, looming closer to her. "You know as well as I do that he won't be home."
"How do you know?" Delia said miserably, hope dying inside her. She played desperately for time, hoping to sidetrack the two men.
"I just know that's all, honey," Chuck laughed, suddenly reaching for her, and before she had time to move, he was kissing her, holding her head back, his slippery wet tongue darting between her teeth and probing moistly at her own quivering lingual organ. She tried to struggle, to release herself from his hold, but she knew that it was hopeless. And the other question was, did she really want to? Even with his friend watching ... just to be in Chuck's arms again ... Oh god, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. It was more than she could take. What a fool she was, being friendly to them. She might have known what they wanted!
At last, she felt his arms slacken around her and she jerked her head away.
"How did you like it?" Chuck asked cockily.
Delia just sat there for a long moment as though turned to stone, staring at him, unable to believe what was happening. And then as if through a fog, Chuck pushed her down to the carpet. She could see Bobby still sitting on the couch observing the whole thing and she tried to shut off the image of his leering face smacking his lips in anticipation. Before she could move, Chuck was there beside her pulling at her clothes.
"Just be nice ... you want it ... just like the other time," Chuck chanted soothingly," as he pulled the material of her blouse, revealing the black lace of her bra. With one little tug, he yanked it away, freeing the satiny rounded orbs of her quivering breasts. Instinctively, Delia wrapped her arms around herself in a protective gesture, but it was futile. Still looking amused, Chuck continued to pull at her clothes, taking off her skirt, until she was lying there, clad only in a pair of brief black panties. Chuck stood over her, his eyes racing wildly over the full voluptuous curves of her soft, silky body, excited by the sight of her trembling naked flesh, his breath accentuated by his mounting passion.
Delia cringed under his gaze and a cold shiver iced through her. There was nothing she could do....
The young wife jerked back involuntarily when she felt Chuck's hand on her shoulder and he did not miss her movement. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh and he pulled her forward, turning her face downwards on the carpet. His hands ran lewdly over her soft, naked body, and she tried to stop herself from the feelings that were invading her. Why did he have to bring his friend? If only ... but any thought was wrong ... whether he had his friend or not she was a married woman!
Dimly, she was aware of Chuck's hands on her hips, easing down her panties, baring the softly quivering globes of her smooth little backside.
"Man, what a hot tight little ass!" Bobby whispered suddenly, and Delia knew that he was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away.
"You said it!" Chuck agreed, his hands kneading the soft-skinned flesh, pulling the tanned ovaled mounds apart revealing the dark crevice nestled between them. She squirmed under his obscene probing, shame flooding through her. His fingers were like probes in the soft doughy flesh, and she thought she would die from embarrassment with his touch.
"What are you going to do, Chuck?" Bobby hissed excitedly, his eyes staring out of his head at the sight of the beautiful young wife stretched out naked in front of him.
"Just wait and see!" Chuck laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips and levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling down, her face burning in shame and embarrassment until Chuck once more pushed her head downwards and tightened the grip on her hips. Again she made contact with the rug on the floor while her buttocks waved obscenely in the air. Her hair was loose around her head, completely obscuring her face, and she was glad, because that way they couldn't see the embarrassment etched plainly on her crimsoned face. Nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for the overwhelming shame of having someone watch her when she was in this lewd crouching position, completely naked. She couldn't believe it was really happening to her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and she had given up trying. She was going to have to try and pretend Bobby wasn't there.
In spite of herself, she whimpered as Chuck's hands continued to knead the rounded whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the globes of soft yielding flesh with growing lust.
At that moment, Paul let himself in through the garage and was situated in the doorway of the room, open-mouthed. Jesus, Chuck didn't waste any time, he thought as he gazed with disbelief at his wife completely naked on all fours on their living room floor. A small involuntary jerk lurched from his loins.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," Delia sobbed out suddenly as she felt the lewd wet contact of Chuck's long wet tongue on her naked cringing flesh, sweeping the length of the crinkled dark crevice between the ovaled cushions of her buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength or desire to resist, yet unable to bear this final act, this perverse oral caressing. It was disgusting, sick ... and she moaned again as Chuck continued to slaver his thick pink tongue along the sorely stretched anal crack.
His fingers tightened unbearably once more on the futilely resisting ass-cheeks, levering them apart, revealing the darkness of her tightly clenched back channel. Chuck stared at the puckered little ring, and then, without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed lasciviously at the secret ring, probing and prodding until at last, he managed to insert it to the first knuckle in the tight, rubbery orifice.
Paul was startled. What was Chuck going to ... '! What he thinking about. .?
"No ... Chuck ... not that ... stop," Delia pleaded helplessly, her entire body frozen at the premonition of things to come. Shock flooded through her in rising tides of increasing intensity, and she thought that her entire spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration. Even if her brain could direct her paralyzed body to move, she couldn't because Chuck's free hand continued to probe relentlessly into the soft whiteness of her nether cheeks, immobilizing her.
"Chuck no...." she cried again as she felt the tennis pro's finger worm its way into her tight, resisting passage, stretching the virginal rectal sheath unbearably. Delia's thoughts were a jumbled miasma of confusion. Why couldn't he do it the other way? This was perverted! And worst of all ... his friend was watching the whole thing! There was no telling how Delia would have reacted if she had known that crouched in the doorway, another figure was observing the scene with salacious interest. Her own husband!
"Do it, Chuck, ram your finger into her asshole!" Bobby suddenly cried and Delia felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Chuck's friend was now directing this obscene sinful act. The dark-haired man was kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Chuck inserted his finger into her asshole! With a lustful grunt, Chuck squirmed his finger further, deeper into her pain-wracked back passage, burying it to the hilt in her virginal rectum. For a moment, Delia was frozen with excruciating discomfort, a victim to Chuck's complete bestiality, and then with something akin to relief, she was aware of the man withdrawing his thick stubby finger, allowing her sorely-stretched anal sheath to revert back to its normal tightness. Hope kindled inside the distraught woman. Maybe now he'll do it of me the right way! But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as Chuck once more spread the flaccid moons of her cowering tight little ass, until Delia thought she'd go mad. He was straining her backside beyond belief and she thought that he'd tear her in two. In the back of her mind, she heard the bzzzzzz of a lowering zipper, and then Chuck called out.
"Hey, Bobby, look at that!"
Delia couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could see behind her, and then she wished she hadn't. She could see the big swollen length of the handsome man's fully erect penis, cupped lewdly in his free hand, the head angry red and throbbing obscenely with barely suppressed lust!
Delia was not the only one staring at the gigantic lust-bloated cock. Paul was beside himself at the sight of it throbbing angrily in his friend's hand. It was just like he remembered it from locker room days. Chuck was the best hung guy at school and Paul could not help from being a little envious. How many times had he seen that naked cock and now it appeared that the gargantuan organ was going to be stuffed into his wife's asshole! His own cock was stirring wildly inside his pants at the sight of Chuck and Paul and he knew that he would soon have his own member out.
A cold wave of apprehension engulfed Delia and her heart turned to stone inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she cringed, her mind refusing to focus on what was happening. It was too terrible to even think about. The young wife was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the huge burgeoning head pressing against the split of her nether cheeks, felt the straining lobes of soft flesh being forced even further apart, felt the harsh unyielding nudging of his lust-hardened cock against her weakly resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spreading the ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the crinkled dark ring of her cowering rectum with abrasively hard jabs. Suddenly, Delia could stand it no longer. She tried to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it was no use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn't stand it."
"No ... Chuck please ... nnooooooooooooooooo," she shrieked wildly, waving her upraised buttocks desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her imprisoned body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad the lust-crazed tennis pro on, just like it had the other time when they had done it the "right way." With a grunt he pushed against the tight, unyielding sphincter.
"Relax, baby," he commanded, raising her hopes that it wouldn't hurt as he held the soft smoothness of her buttocks and pushed relentlessly against the tiny dark hole of her anus. But Delia couldn't still the quivering and shaking in her body. No one had entered her back there ... ever!
With an animalistic grunt, Chuck lunged forward, determined to sodomize the young wife.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh ... noooooo." Delia's shriek rang out as she felt the first stabs of penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her trembling flesh.
"Chuck ... nooooooooooooooooooo," she cried out again, blinded by lights in front of her eyes which enveloped her and blanked out everything but the realization that Chuck's massive blood-engorged penis had penetrated her rectum! She tried to cry out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words came. Her mouth worked grotesquely as she tried to scream. She tried to move, but she couldn't. She was completely immobilized by his anal penetration, a victim of his unexpected sodomy.
Chuck stared down in lustful satisfaction at his driving shaft, the huge rubbery head of which was just barely imbedded in the young wife's tightly resisting rectum, and his lips bared in a smile. This was far better than anything else. He knew she'd come around to it in a few moments. She was really hot as a firecracker!
Paul was almost out of his mind with the scene laid before him. There kneeling on the floor being fucked in the ass by a friend of his was his own beautiful wife. Near them was one of Chuck's friends. It was too amazing and Paul himself was becoming aroused out of control. He would like to have jumped into the tableau himself but he didn't want to freak his wife out even more. There'd be time for that ... later.
Delia kept moaning. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that she was actually hunched over in a lewd, naked position, while Chuck's thick hard cock sunk deeper and deeper into her sorely abused asshole. This tennis pro was actually sodomizing her!
At last, with a deep almost incoherent grunt, Chuck surged forward again with all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsating hardness of his pistoning prick to the hilt in her rubberily yielding anal depths.
"No ... stop it ... you're killing me!" Delia cried out, completely and hopelessly skewered by the young man's impaling penis, her thighs and buttocks swept aside and lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy hardness of his mammoth member.
"Jesus, man, I can't believe your fucking her in the ass!" Bobby suddenly chimed in, as if unable to believe the evidence of his own eyes. His mouth was hanging open, and saliva was flecked at the corners of his lips. His eyes were bulging and staring as he took in the lascivious sight, still unable to believe that it was really happening. He knew that Chuck was a big mover with women but this ...!
The last vestiges of pretense about what was happening were swept from Delia at the sound of Bobby's obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put into crude, vile words, was certified as actually taking place ... up till now, a tiny part of her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. Now there was no doubt. Chuck was plundering her virginal asshole, While his friend looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside Delia, and she knew that from now on, she wouldn't protest, she wouldn't object, no matter what happened!
Slowly, Chuck began to withdraw his thick sodomizing cudgel, drawing it out painful until just the turgid burgeoning head was still -rimmed by the rubbery sphincter, and then surging forward again, not so slowly this time, as her overpowered rectal membrane acquiesced before the thundering rod of pulsing flesh, allowing it to plunge forward unimpeded. Carefully, he began a slow, rhythmic fucking, as her rectal sheath gradually became accustomed to the unnatural intrusion, and he began to slide in and out of her, burying his hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her anus, and then retracting it almost all the way, before plummeting forward again, the lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly below against the tender revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy.
Delia was beyond all rational feeling. She just hunched there, detached from the violation of her backside, resigned to the ass-fucking she was receiving from the tennis pro, only wishing that it would all be over soon. She had never dreamed that such a thing could happen to her. It was bad enough to be fucked by a stranger ... but in the ass ... it was too incredible! How could she face anyone, even Paul, after what had happened to her.
Chuck continued to screw in and out of Delia's painfully abused rectum, exhilarated by his ecstatic feelings, exulting in the strange sensation of fucking this beautiful, married woman in the ass. And the most incredible part of the whole thing was that her husband had asked him to do it as a favor! A favor! Jesus Christ, I would have done it anyway, Chuck thought.
As Delia crouched there in her naked position, the numbness gradually cleared, relieving her of the gnawing discomfort but she realized with a mounting feeling of horror, that it was being replaced with something far more insidious. At first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth was obvious. She tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, but it was stronger than her. There was no denying the little wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curl around inside the depths of her helplessly aroused little belly. She was beginning to be turned on to his assfucking!!!!
"No ... no ... no...! her brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the perverse sodomy! Desperately, she tried to fight the surges of wild mounting pleasure spasming through her, tried to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her pelvis, tried to still the deep rhythmic churning that was beginning in her loins, but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she was becoming aroused by the anal penetration of the young tennis pro!
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned suddenly between clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her buttocks screwed back on Chuck's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscle contracted eagerly around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the pleasure he was feeling a thousandfold."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to the incredible thrills of excitement cavorting through her. She was beyond caring now. All that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing over her, all that was of importance was answering Chuck's deep arousing thrusts with responsive spasms of her own.
"Jesus Christ ... she loves it ... she loves being fucked in the ass ... look at her. .!" Bobby shrilled excitedly, unable to believe that she was responding to his friend's unnatural fucking.
Paul could scarcely believe it himself. His wife was a different woman grinding and humping on the floor as that rampant ramrod plunged in and out of her asshole. His own wife ... enjoying being assfucked! It was too much!
Chuck was beside himself with joy. This was the ultimate; something he hadn't dreamed about. She was actually loving being sodomized and he had done it. And ... he had an audience to witness his prowess. He loved the thought of Bobby and Paul both gaping at his enormous rod skewering in and out and bringing pleasure to this beautiful blonde. Delia was moaning continuously now, swinging her softly flaring buttocks backward to receive his deep hard thrusts and then clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of his withdrawal.
"Aaaahhhh ... oooohhh ... yesss ... yessssssssssssssss," she chanted as she became consumed with the flames of fiery passion, lost in a world of sensual pleasure. She didn't care about her wanton behavior, she didn't care that she was actually enjoying a disgusting, perverted act ... the important thing was that she was totally and helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief by being fucked, yes, fucked in the ass by a young man ... not her husband ... while his friend voyeuristically observed everything! Yes, she enjoyed the idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to her unabashed lust. A wild pleasure-feeling joy whipped her into greater frenzy and made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her full rounded breasts dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave of satin. She was being lifted hieher and higher, tossed around by stronger and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly wait. This was ecstasy un-like any other, more intense, more enjoyable because she had an audience. She loved this new experience! audience. She loved this new experience!
"Chuck . .'. oh Chuck . .'. I'm almost there...!" she sobbed harshly, desperately striving to reach the epitome of her forbidden pleasure. And then, suddenly, a deep, strangled moan escaped from her throat, and her body was heavy with a thousand different wracking spasms of passionate arousal.
"Christ almighty! Paul was beyond arousal now. His wife was going to cum from being fucked in the ass. He never would have believed it but his own giant cock pumping wildly in his now sweating palm said that it was true. He was going to cum too! Come in unison with his wife and she didn't even know it!
"Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh ... Chuck....
I'm ... cuuummmiiinnnggg...."
Delia's body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, her pelvis thrusting back rhythmically clenching and unclenching feverishly on Chuck's driving prick. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost limits of physical pleasure, overpowered by the sensations coursing through her as she gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her position, giving over her body in exchange for this delirious experience.
Chuck couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Delia's wild frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was heightened by his pleasure giving to this writhing woman and it was an added ego trip that he had her husband and one of his friends watching.
"Jesus ... I'm there ... I'm ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he shouted suddenly as his body tightened like a bowstring and then began to pound feverishly against Delia's wilting body, shooting the full force of his white scalding liquid into her wide-stretched depths, pouring it into every crease and crevice of her widely-flared back channel, filling her hungrily-welcoming belly with his seething male sperm. It seemed never ending, his jet of foaming fluid, as he pumped frantically into her, and his erupting pleasure was increased as he caught a glimpse of Bobby staring with lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and wracked with admiration for Chuck.
At last, he felt his still quivering prick begin to deflate inside her forever-stretched rectal sheath and it finally began to slip from her wet, drenched passage. Delia herself was gasping on the carpet, her body heaving, her eyes smoking with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in an attitude of abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton hedonistic delight, her being surrendered irrevocably to the pleasures of her body.
How could she know that her husband had just cum in a steady stream in theri hallway watching her climaxing from being fucked in the ass?
CHAPTER SIX
Delia was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze by a strange nudging at her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and for a moment, couldn't focus on anything. Little by little, what had happened came back to her, and she recalled how she had climaxed so ecstatically from Chuck's anal fucking. Even yet, a tingle still remained somewhere in her loins, and she stretched out luxuriantly, still unwilling to come back to stark reality. But there was that unfamiliar nudging again.
"Baby, open your eyes...." an unfamiliar voice, that sounded somehow ominous was insisting. Delia turned in the direction and then drew in her breath sharply at what she saw. It was a big lust-hardened penis, only inches away from her mouth, the hard rubbery head hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft quivering with palpitating passion. For a moment, Delia stared at it as if mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly travelled upwards and saw Bobby staring down at her, his eyes dilated with lascivious desire, the tip of his pink wet tongue running eagerly over his dry lips. Delia's startled gaze returned to the huge throbbing member in front of her, drawn as though by magic to the lust-bloated protuberance. It was like a being with an entity of its own, tremblingly alive and possessed of a lewd passion of its own.
"I want you to suck it, baby ... I want you to suck my cock...!" The dry, hoarse words etched themselves on Delia's brain, instilling themselves on her consciousness. To suck his cock...! She had always thought of such an act as disgusting, somehow perverted ... she had certainly foiled any attempts of her husband's to get her to do it. But was it? She was reviewing things in a different light now. After all, she had just experienced something which she had always thought normal people didn't indulge in, and yet, she had not only succumbed, she had actually enjoyed it to the extent of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and wrong had dissolved that moment when she had recognized the beginnings of pleasure in her confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new values? The seconds ticked by, Delia's brain grappling with her jumbled thoughts, when suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Bobby had forced his thick blood-inflated member between her lips, was forcing it far back in her throat!
"Oh god...." he moaned as her lips closed automatically around the pulsating hardness of it, and her wet pink tongue came into searing contact with his palpitating male flesh. For a moment, Delia was stunned, taken completely off guard by Bobby's sudden movement, and then she discovered, that it felt good! It actually tasted good having a prick in her mouth ... surprisingly good! Tentatively, she moved her ovaled lips up and down the rigid blood-filled length of it, her tongue dabbling cautiously at the hard burgeoning head. The softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the lust-engorged firmness of his shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort through her. She was actually sucking a man's cock ... and it felt good!
Her full curved lips closed in even tighter around the pulsing circumference and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking hungrily at the hard, spongy surface, deftly flicking at the tiny glans opening at the tip, expertly titillating the thick webbed underside, feeling the pulsing of the racing blood as it coursed there through the pounding ramrod of flesh.
"MMmmmm ... uuuuuummmmmm ... your mouth feels so good sucking my prick...." Bobby gasped between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her face further down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Delia reached up and grasped the thick stubby base, holding the palpitating member in place while she ran her long wet tongue up and down the strong, vibrant length of it, dipping into the dark matted mass of pubic wisps, coating it with her warm saliva. Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitively squirming flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite pleasure from the desire-tortured young man, dropping still further to wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with the saliva of love. Delia eagerly warmed to her task, revelling in this new pleasure wondering shy she had denied it to herself for so long. But she knew that she was a changed woman now, had done things today, and consequently accepted them in her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned under any circumstances a mere few days ago, and her brain thrilled at the various possibilities open to her. She was completely engrossed in licking and sucking and slavering at Bobby's cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of her own creamy thighs being pried apart, revealing the full, pink plane of her trembling cunt. A stab of panic contorted her face as she realized what was happening, and astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around Bobby's burgeoning prick.
Chuck! I had forgotten all about him! But what is he doing?
Paul had gone to the bathroom stealthily to clean himself up before he returned to work. He passed by the hallway on his way to the garage and what he saw made him immobile. He was rooted to the spot! It wasn't over yet! Sweet Jesus! His wife was sucking the man called Bobby's cock and Chuck was eating her cunt! It was unbelievable. They were insatiable. There was no way he could leave for work now! Everyone could wait. He did not want to miss a second of these plunging cocks and tongues.
Delia held her breath as she felt palms clamped against the quiveringly soft flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being forced far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her vagina was fully exposed, moistly gleaming and wetly pulsing in wait. She jerked back automatically as she became aware of Chuck's probing fingers trailing along the swollen other lips, tugging playfully at the thinly curling wisps of pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against the delicately fluted inner flesh. She felt, in fearful dismay, his fingers pulling at the hair-lined outer lips, easing them apart, revealing the full moist pinkness of her openly spread vagina. And then....
She groaned passionately, her sobs muffled around Bobby's still growing prick, and her legs stretched out rigidly as Chuck lowered his face and swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink furrow.
"Oh god ... my god...." Delia moaned. "Kiss me ... Kiss my cunt!" A waver of fear shuddered through her and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs shut, to dislodge the wet pulsing menace of Chuck's maddening tongue as it flicked snake-like along the damp, trembling slit, dipping and burrowing into the softly squirming flesh, tickling the velvety folds with excruciating agility. She couldn't move, couldn't shake him away. Bobby's hands were tightly tangled in her hair as he forced her mouth further down there on his thick purplish cock. Chuck continued to plunge his tongue into the warm, silky flesh, exploring the tender, fragile folds, coming into delirious contact with the turgid bud of her clitoris. Delia drew in her breath sharply as he grasped the tiny button between his teeth and began to tease the little tip with his tongue, making her moan and sigh around Bobby's bursting member. Chuck's oral caressing of her throbbing little clitoris was more than she could bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her lighting her whole body with the flames of arousal and a long convulsive shudder spasmed down her spine. It was wrong, sinful, what he was doing, but she didn't care, because it felt wonderful! It felt good having her cunt licked and sucked, while she herself slavered over Chuck's friends' big lust-bloated penis.
Paul, crouched in the hall, wildly pumping his throbbing cock again was dumbfounded. He had suspected that there was a deep seated vein of sensuality running through his beautiful wife but he had never suspected this. Sucking and being sucked on the floor of the living room by two men!!!! It was the most lust-provoking spectacle he had ever witnessed.
"Hey, honey ... what do you think of this...." Bobby gasped in explosive pants. "Chuck's eating your juicy cunt ... while you suck my cock!" The lewd words thrilled Delia in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision of how she must look darted into her brain ... Obscenely sprawled naked on the floor, her thighs lasciviously spread to allow Chuck to grovel in her cunt, while she was casually sucking and slavering over the other tennis pro's prick. There was no doubt about it ... the thought of her debased position thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed this. Enjoyed having one man lick and kiss her cunt while she took another man's big prick in her mouth. It was lewdly exciting ... more exciting than anything she had know before. I've certainly come a long way, baby, she thought, remembering the words of the cigarette advertisement.
Delia sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more to the delicious tremors of pleasure racing all over her sleek, naked body Bobby's prick seemed to expand inside her mouth, filling her to the bursting point, and she could feel the vibrant throbbing of it reverberating through her wildly sucking mouth. The young dark haired man was moaning and writhing with pleasure, his hands like a vise in her hair, and her jaw was beginning to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly pulsing prick. Her hand pumped freely on his squirming scrotum, making him shiver from her lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building up in the dark cavern of his aching balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his strident groans punctuated the living room, and Delia realized that he was cumming.
"Keep on sucking ... oh suck it all up ... oh babeeeeee ... suck my cock ... harder...."
He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Delia's sweat-drenched face, burying his jerking cock deep in the back of her throat, the heavy churning load of his sperm-inflated balls bouncing lewdly against her chin, while Chuck continued to suck and slaver at her writhing twitching cunt below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as Chuck's strong slippery tongue rammed forcefully into the hotly contracting hole of her desire-maddened pussy, sliding easily between the moistly clinging walls of the hungrily welcoming sheath but she couldn't because Bobby was emptying the first scalding streams of his foaming liquid into her mouth. He was cumming in her mouth while Chuck was still eating her cunt! The warm wetness flooded her completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped eagerly on it, anxious not to spill a drop of it, her lips fastened tightly like an elastic band around the virilely pumping girth. His seething semen seemed never ending as Delia continued to take it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she strived to keep up with his copious offering. At last, it was over, and disappointed, she felt his member go limp inside her greedily-retentive mouth, and at last, she was forced to let the inert organ slip from between her wetly gleaming lips. Bobby fell over on his back, his loud heavy pants filling the air, his limply reclining prick glistening lewdly against his thigh. Paul had to pinch himself to assure himself that he was not dreaming this. Was that his wife who had actually sucked Bobby dry? She had sucked his cock until he came in her mouth. Even now cum was still glistening on her chin as his deflated dick slipped from her mouth. Paul was sure he was near once again to cumming. This voyeuristic pleasure was almost too much for the young husband. His cock was like a volcano of lava ready to spew at any moment.
Delia had hardly a moment to miss the wonderful filling flesh in her mouth, because Chuck was groveling diligently between her openly spread legs, his tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly aroused genitals. His face was completely hidden from view, and Delia's thighs, of their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping him there in the steamy morass of her wildly twitching pussy. He continued to stab and ram his agil tongue into the darkly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and burrow in the scented softness of her hidden folds, her squirming wet vagina rimming his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath and clasping greedily around his pleasure giving tongue.
"OOhhh ... Chuck ... it's soooo ... goooddd," she gasped, transported into incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning pussy had never known such unbelievable excitement ... she was aroused in a completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. She had participated in a undreamed of three-way fuck, and she had sucked Bobby dry; now it was her turn.
Suddenly, the time had come, and her back arched up off the ground and her thighs closed viciously around Chuck's wet, reddening face as she ground her madly writhing pussy down against his smoothly lapping tongue, the petal-shaped edges of her dilating cunt contracting frantically around his wetly lapping organ.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh...." she cried out as the first almost unbearable waves of excruciating pleasure assaulted her, making her lever her buttocks up off the ground in an agony of arousal.
"Aaauuuhhh ... Chuck ... god ... my god ... I'm ... cucucucmmmiiinnnggg!"
She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis jerking wildly against Chuck's still laboring tongue, her moans echoing in the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her streaming blonde hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and her usually beautiful facial features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her moistly-sheening breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through her, leaving her breathless and exhausted, not able to move until still another wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam. A shower of her excitedly secreting feminine juiced floated in a fine mist, drenching Chuck's straining face as he continued to slaver at her openly throbbing vagina, without let-up urging her on to more and more incredible pleasure.
Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensations subsided, leaving Delia quivering and panting, her thighs finally releasing Chuck, and remaining obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still twitching cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young wife as she lay there, flanked by the two young tennis pros who had initiated her into such an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she knew she didn't want to leave, ever again!
Paul had just cum again and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out his voyeuristically-incited orgasm. The sight of his wife and indeed her attitude had nearly boggled his mind.
I've got to get out of here ... I've got to find Lanie and fuck the shit out of her ... but it was his wife he really wanted, he thought as he stumbled out the garage still doing up his fly to stuff his now deflated cock inside.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Paul had been so wildly stimulated by witnessing the acts between his wife and his friend Chuck and the other tennis pro, that he knew there had to be a way to get everyone together again. With Chuck he had contrived a plan.
Chuck would be with Delia and he would maneouver her to a place where he would find Paul and Lanie together. Delia would then experience the lust inciting voyeuristic pleasure that Paul had enjoyed. He felt it would be the final barrier brought down with his wife. After that it would be smooth sailing.
In order for it all to look like an innocent coincidence, Chuck was going to make sure that Delia was driving.
According to plan, Delia steered the car expertly through the traffic-jammed street, pulling deeply on the cigarette Chuck had lit and handed her. Usually such chaotic traffic conditions annoyed her, but she felt so happy today that nothing bothered her. For the first time in a few days, she had Chuck to herself for the entire afternoon. She never seemed to be able to spend enough time with him. First of all he had to teach tennis, and then when he was finally able to get away, they had 'only a short time together before Paul was due home. But today, he had arranged a day off and was able to come to her house about noon. She was a little disappointed to find that he came alone, because she really -liked best of all the times he brought Bobby or other young friends of his with him, but she was still happy enough to see him. He had decided that they would go out for lunch and then drive back to the house where they could have the whole afternoon together....
Delia was feeling very buoyant, and knew that she was looking good. The last couple of weeks had brought about a remarkable change in her, she knew, and not just in her outlook and behavior, but in her appearance as well. Being freed sexually really suited her, and she had never felt better in her life. Things were at last going her way, and she sometimes wondered how she was able to bear things the way they stood before she met Chuck.
The young wife spent a lot of time trying to analyze just what it was about Chuck and his friends that really turned her on, in a way that Paul never did. But she could never figure it out to her satisfaction, but it was enough to know that they did. And they proved it, too and often! Chuck made a habit of dropping by every afternoon after his tennis classes, and bring his friends or other tennis buddies with him, and he also stopped by in the evening, if Delia was sure that her husband had an engagement after work. He seemed to do so much work in the evenings lately, and in a way, she wasn't sorry. It gave her that much more time for her other lovers. She just couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed to her that her sexual appetite just grew and grew.
It's a good thing sex wasn't fattening, she thought happily, with her increased appetite, she would weigh about one thousand pounds, easily!
Her whole outlook was different, now, too, and she was willing to try anything that would bring her sensual pleasure. This merry-go-round of sexual encounters with her new sexual friends left her little time to worry about her marriage, and she had to admit to herself that things had gone from bad to worse in that direction. She and Paul were like two strangers, living together in the same house but not really seeing each other. Paul had not touched her since that fateful morning, which seemed so long ago now, and in truth, he seemed preoccupied and harassed, and Delia was inclined to attribute to the hassles he faced at work with his various artists. Delia guessed that working with entertainers could be pretty nerve-wracking. She would have -liked to have straightened out their problems, but as things stood, she just didn't have time.
She noticed that they were near the restaurant, Chuck had suggested for lunch. She noticed that they were on the street where Paul's building was but she did't think too much about it. Paul usually ate out with his clients anyway or else in his office.
Chuck was unusually silent for most of the trip, but Delia didn't care. Just having him around was enough.
"Hey, isn't that Paul?" he suddenly called out, gesturing out the window to the right. Delia's heart missed a beat, but she decided not to stop, in the hope that he wouldn't see her. But she couldn't resist a quick glimpse in the rear-view mirror and she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw that Paul was accompanied by a very young attractive redhead. Apparently, not noticing her, her husband's car pulled away from the curb and out into the traffic.
"Come on. Let's follow them." Chuck said seemingly spontaneously.
Delia jumped to the bait. On the spur of the moment, she made a decision. Luckily, they had reached the end of the traffic island and they were able to make a u-turn and in a minute they were one car behind her husband and the unknown young girl. Delia knew that she was in no danger of being spotted by her husband, because it was obvious that he was completely engrossed in the redhead. A pang of what she recognized as jealousy stabbed at her heart, and a dozen questions milled around in her dazed brain. Who was the lovely child, and where were they going? What, if anything, was going on between them?
Delia was surprised to see the car turned on to the freeway leading out to the beach. Determinedly, she followed it, and she was glad that Chuck seemed interested in what was going on as well. She just had to find out!
The minutes ticked interminably by and still Paul's car sped on, Paul aware of the fact that he was being tailed by his wife and her lover. At last, the car turned off to the right onto a road that said "Quarter mile to Sand Dune Motel." Delia followed. She knew that the road was a short one so she cautiously parked her car behind a large clump of bushes off to one side. She and Chuck waited until her husband and the unknown redhead reached their destination, and then got out, still not saying a word. Delia was too busy thinking about Paul, and what he was doing, to make conversation, and Chuck himself was too intrigued at what this plan was to accomplish.
At last, they rounded the final bend on the sandy road to the motel. There was nobody in sight but then Delia saw Paul's car off to the side outside cabin number nine. There was only one reason her husband would be here and it wasn't to enjoy the beach!
Her heart thumping in apprehension, she peered in the dusty window of one of the cabins, but it was obvious that no one was there. They must be in the one down further.
Delia decided to give it a try, and ambled over to the small seedy motel cabin.
Muffled sounds became audible as they appraoched, and Delia's mouth suddenly went dry. A quaking feeling shook through her body as she neared the cabin, half afraid of what she would see, but determined to follow her decision through. There was a large window in front, and she and Chuck tiptoed towards it. Delia was just about to peer into the dimly lit room, when a loud moan rang out, turning her face white, and widening her eyes in horror and disgust.
"Auuuuuuugggghhh.....ooooohhhh....
Paul......" The woman's voice was obviously impassioned, aroused and Delia, not able to wait a minute longer, looked directly into the cabin. For a moment, she could see nothing, but then she caught sight of the two figures sprawled on the floor. Delia caught a flash of red hair, a gleam of naked skin, and then, her eyes focusing and adjusting to the dim light, she could see without a doubt that the naked figures in the room were her husband and the redhead, and they were positioned in a lewd, disgusting attitude of making love! The redhead was on all fours, her thighs obscenely spread to allow Delia's husband to enter her from behind, dog-fashion!
Delia was dumbfounded, unable to move, her eyes drawn inescapably to the unbelievable sight of her husband making love to the young child. Chuck, pretended to be surprised. But he was surprised because he had never seen the redhead up close before nor naked! He gave a low whistle.
"Jesus, Delia, your husband's fucking the young girl...." he said needlessly, obviously enjoying the lewd sight. Delia just couldn't believe it. The past few weeks had brought a cataclysmic change in her, altering her entire existence to the point where she was enjoying the attentions of several young lovers, but she had never given a thought to her husband what he was doing. If she had ever thought about it, she never would have guessed that he was having an affair. It was the last thing she would have thought of. He just wasn't the type. But then neither was I a little voice chimed in the back of her brain. But she was quickly able to disregard that, her feelings being completely caught up on her shocking discovery. She couldn't deny that she felt betrayed inside. Nothing had prepared her for this shattering find. She had always regarded her marriage as something definitely stable, indissoluble. Now it seemed as tentative and fragile as any other agreement ... for the first time she felt that her stability was threatened. She continued to peer in the window, fighting the desire to run in there and confront Paul. But she knew she couldn't do that anyway. How could she dash in there and confront him with his infidelity, when she herself was accompanied by her own lover? How was the young wife to know that she was following a predestined path? A path carefully laid out by her husband and her lover!
The two entwining naked figures inside swam before her, the lewd entanglement of their obviously aroused bodies obscenely accentuated by her dimmed vision. But painfully for her, her eyes began to focus again, and she could see clearly the full, throbbing length of Paul's fully erect penis as it eased between the smooth silky mounds of the redhead's curved buttocks, and disappeared into the softly pulsing pink flesh of her eagerly waiting vagina.
"Paul. ... oh babeeee . ... your cock feels so good in my cunt ... so hard ... so big...."
Delia flinched at the young girl's obscene words, but yet she couldn't keep her eyes off the obviously fucking pair. She had never seen Paul's member so huge and distended, and there was a look of pure lust coupled with pleasure that she herself had never been able to achieve with him. The girl pushed her backside back, flaring the softly yielding ass-cheeks, spreading her longer slender thighs wide to allow Paul's nakedly driving cock greater access to her hungrily eager little belly. Her full firm breasts dangled down beneath her, the nipples rosy and turgid, and Delia could just catch a glimpse of russet pubic wisps curling above her shapely thighs. Paul's hands were curved around her slender childish hips, holding her in place, while his lust-hardened cock plowed wetly into her moistly pulsing vaginal depths. The redhead was mewling excitedly, bucking her pelvis back eagerly, receiving Paul's rhythmic thrusts with welcoming hunger. Paul hoped that by now he had an audience. He needn't have worried.
"Jesus! Is she hot! Chuck breathed beside her, and his excited whisper which was uttered to incite Delia certainly did just that! She hated to admit to herself that she was jealous of this young girl, be she was. She had always assumed that Paul would remain faithful, enraptured by her, just as her other lovers were. But it was apparent that he had found a new interest.
Delia barely noticed when Chuck began to run his hands down the smooth expanse of her hips, caressing the soft moons of her backside, and then trailing upward to cup the palpitating mounds of her breasts. All her thoughts were centered on what was happening inside the motel cabin and she was oblivious to her lover's caresses. It was obvious that the sight of her husband fucking another woman was exciting him and arousing him to the point of openly stoking and fondling her, but she didn't care. She was still shell-shocked by her discovery and the scene she was witnessing filled her only with horror and revulsion.
"That's it, Lanie," she heard her husband pant, "keep fucking back...." Lanie! Who was this Lanie? Somehow it made it different now that the redhead had a name. Her eyes involuntarily returned to the spectacle of her husband sawing lewdly in and out of the eagerly clasping vagina of the girl who Delia now knew was called Lanie. Their bodies slapped wetly together, the tempo of their fucking increasing every second, the air resounding with the sounds of their passionate copulation.
"Oh, Delia, baby, come on, let's go. . Chuck murmured heatedly, his fingers tightening on her palpitating breasts. But the shocked young wife couldn't move. The sight of her husband making love to the young redhead held her spellbound, and she was oblivious to everything else.
"Christ, Lanie, nobody fucks the way you do. .!" She heard her husband groan, and a cold shudder ran through her. Delia thought he didn't care about her anymore ... he only cared about Lanie! How could she know that he was doing it all for her benefit?
He had never said anything like that to her, had never fucked her in that wild abandoned way. Gnawing despair churned around violently inside her, making her trembled form a mixture of unknown feelings. Suddenly she knew that she didn't want to watch anymore. She didn't want to stay and watch her husband making passionate love to some unknown girl ... it hurt her because it was obvious that the yonder girl excited her husband more than she, his own wife, did!
"Come on, Delia. ... I've got to fuck you now...." Chuck insisted, his grip tightening on her arm, but Delia hardly heard what he was saying. Her brain was numbed and frozen from watching the lewdly set-up scene transpiring inside the motel cabin, and robot-like, she responded to Chuck's insistent pressure to leave, and allowed herself to be lead away meekly by her lustfully aroused young lover not realizing that part two of the plan was about to go in effect.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Chuck pulled Delia down beside him on the small patch of grass, sheltered from the sun by the shade of the motel cabin. The horror-stricken young wife made no protest. Her brain was reeling with the enormity of what she had just seen and her body was like an automaton without direction. A small part of her brain kept drumming at her consciousness. Your husband is unfaithful to you, just as you were to him! But her own brain, already accustomed to the fact that she herself was enjoying affair with several handsome men, was unable to believe that her husband was similarly involved. It was the old double standard rearing up once again!
Delia was barely aware of Chuck tugging at her blouse, sliding it off her smooth sloping shoulders, of his fingers fumbling eagerly with the clasp of her bra. Her semi-turgid nipples shivered and contracted under the cool rush of air that assaulted them as the tennis pro removed the flimsy garment, and Delia demurely allowed him to unzip her skirt and roll it down over her curved hips, to slip off her white nylon panties. She was hardly aware that she was at last stark naked and she didn't care. She didn't even care that there might be someone else from the motel around!
Chuck stared in growing excitement at the full golden length of Delia's body, half stretched out on the softness of the grass, and a shiver of passionate arousal cavorted along his spine. The sight of Delia's husband and his college friend really fucking hard into the redhead gave him a lurid, forbidden thrill of pleasure and had started the erection which was never far away when he was with Delia. He knew that she was a bit shocked at discovering her husband with another woman, and what a sexy, looking woman, too ... but what the hell did she expect anyway, the way she was carrying on? Chuck never ceased to be amazed at her apparent insatiability. She just never seemed to get enough of his cock, and was always clamoring for him to bring around more of his friends. He was getting a bit tired of that angle, he had to admit to himself. It was fun, at first, bragging to his buddies and hearing their incredulous exclamations when they talked among themselves by now things had reached a stage where he would have definitely preferred if Delia was happy with him alone, but unfortunately, she wasn't.
Ever since that day when she had sucked Bobby off while he himself was licking her cunt, she was wildly excited by three-way sex, and could never get enough of it. But now, he wasn't worried about all that. What would be the outcome of this afternoon. Did her husband want her back all to himself? Chuck wasn't sure that he wanted to give her up. Maybe it was a mistake letting Paul into this.
But if they hadn't followed the plan and discovered Paul fucking the redhead, Delia would never have allowed him to undress her like this, and would never be stretching out naked on the warm grass. She was a bit prudish about where they made love, usually preferring to do it in bed; he himself didn't give a damn about the location; in fact, he -liked a little variety.
Eagerly, he reached up and squeezed the full curved mounds of her tanned breasts, running his fingers over the hard little nipples, and then he planted his mouth hotly on her warm quivering skin, trailing moist little kisses all the way down the length of her swan-like neck, finally stopping to enclose first one, and then the other of the hard little buttons, teasing them between his teeth, making Delia cry out in ecstasy despite her shock. He could feel the growing hardness of his prick, exulting in the freedom of being naked under the open sky. With hungry haste, he ran his hands down her smooth golden flanks, cupping the enticing arc of her hips with his palms, feeling the silky flesh of her thighs tremble under his urgent caresses. The exciting zone of her vagina was gleaming, shining flaxen thatch under the warm sun. Her velvety thighs were slightly parted and Chuck caught a glimpse of moistly-glimmering pinkness between the gold strands of tightly curling hair. She looked like an untouchable goddess, golden and unattainable, and Chuck could hardly believe his luck that she was actually his mistress. That he was the lover of this magnificent woman!
With a moan of animal pleasure, he buried his face between the warm heaving peaks of her upraised breasts, inhaling the feminine sweetness of her special scent, and then raising his head upwards, ground his mouth down on hers in a hard, passionate kiss, forcing her teeth to part and teasing her tongue into a frantic duel of mounting desire. He could feel her body trembling under his and knew that she was becoming aroused, in spite of her preoccupation. It was always the same. No matter how she was feeling emotionally, her body always responded. That was one of the wonderful things about fucking her....
Delia's lips parted in a low moan as she felt Chuck's knee prying her long silky thighs apart, as she felt the warmth of the hot sun on the sensitively squirming flesh of her openly spread cunt. It really does feel good, she thought hazily, to be stretched out under the open-sky, under the hot sun. The warm ground warmed her back and buttocks and its resilience gave her the impression that she was floating on air. Her mind had reached a sort of impasse about Paul. The numbness was gone, and now she had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was glad that he was involved with someone else ... it gave her more time, and a better excuse, for being involved with her own lovers, but on the other hand, she had to admit that she felt angry, a slow seething fury, that he was actually cheating on her. She knew that is was unreasonable, in view of what she herself was doing, but she couldn't help what she felt.
The young wife groaned again as she felt the heavy blood-filled weight of Chuck's lust-hardened cock against her inner flesh, and instinctively spread her splayed legs even further apart, willingly presenting the openly-spread plane of her welcoming cunt to his hovering male member. She squirmed back slightly as she felt the hard, unyielding head nudge against her delicate flesh, and drew in her breath sharply, waiting for the delicious impact as he thrust forward. Then the realization of what was happening struck her with the force of a steel fist. She was naked and spreadeagled under the poised hardness of her lover, only feet away from where her husband was fucking another woman!
A dozen terrifying possibilities presented themselves to her, but were ruthlessly swept aside as Chuck surged forward relentlessly, his hands clamped against her hips, holding her in place, driving on until he had succeeded in penetrating her tight little cuntal orifice with this thick throbbing prick.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhh....oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Delia moaned as he plowed forward, imbedding his lust-inflated cock by degrees in her tightly resisting vaginal sheath.
"Unnnnnggggggghhhh ... Chuck, ,, ," she gasped as he continued to drive forcefully between her widely spread legs.
"Aaaaaruuughhh . ... mmmmmmmmmmm, , " as he finally imbedded it to the hilt in her rapidly adjust cuntal passage. For a moment he held it there, flexing it slightly, waiting for her answering interior throb before withdrawing slowly, giving her dry, heated channel a chance to lubricate, before plunging forward again, forcing her smoothly rounded buttocks up off the ground as he plowed into her, her long tapering legs kicking wildly on either side of his thrusting body.
"Oh, Chuck ... it's so good ... your cock is ... it's fantastic," she gasped as he continued to drive nakedly between her legs, each deep downward thrust tunneling to the very core 'of her woman hood, eliciting moans of wanton pleasure from somewhere in the depths of her throat. Her full, firm breasts were heaving, a slight rivulet of perspiration trickling down the deep valley of her cleft as she gave herself over completely to his hard masculine fucking. Her arms reached up suddenly and pulled him down on her, pressing her turgid nipples against his panting chest, reaching up to trap his lips in a fiery, hungry kiss, his eagerly darting tongue flicking freely into his mouth to make delicious contact with his own wet organ, and jabbing in and out in crude rhythmic simulation of his own pistoning prick sawing into her hungrily welcoming depths. She was completely aroused now, all reserve thrown to the wind as she fucked back mindlessly, transported to the apex of sensual pleasure. Damn Paul, damn him and his lover ... I don't care ... I don't care what happens as long as I can have this cock ... as long as Chuck keeps fucking me half to death....
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Paul's fingers tightened in the soft-fleshed globes of Lanie's creamy ass, kneading the tender mounds convulsively as he continued to drive his lust-bloated hardness between her slightly parted thighs, burying it completely in the velvety softness of her wet pink depths. Her interior sheath fitted like a silk glove around the palpitating shaft of his desire-hardened penis, increasing a thousand fold the eddies of tremulous pleasure which were rippling along his spinal column and erupting in a series of breathless spasms throughout his body. Through lust-dimmed eyes, he could see Lanie crouched in her position, on all fours, and the fact that he was fucking the youngster from behind, dog-syle added to his pleasure.
He hoped that Chuck and Delia were getting their eyes full!
His plan was to make things right again with his wife. Lanie was always ready to suggest new ways of doing things, and at first the novelty of a youngster being so promiscuous delighted him. But of late, it was beginning to pall on him, and he found himself getting annoyed with her sometimes. He knew this was unreasonable because she was so young and was a sign of his latent guilt. He couldn't stand her bugging him all the time about making her a star. She had sung and danced for him and Paul knew instantly that the beautiful teenager had no talent whatsoever.
No, what he really wanted was his wife back. Since he had watched her fucking Chuck and other occasions had seen her with Chuck and others, he wanted her back. She was like a different person. She was happy, exhilarated, breezy, a far cry for the sober wife he remembered.
Lanie's body was wetly writhing, and she was thrusting her shapely little ass back rhythmically, flaring the softly ovaled ass cheeks to allow him fuller access to her wildly dilated vaginal sheath. She was moaning incessantly, her long red hair falling down like a russet flame over her desire contorted face. Her rip full breasts dangled obscenely beneath her as her body undulated to the rhythm of Paul's screwing from behind, and the eagerly clasping flesh of her churning cunt clenched and unclenched around the thickly probing length of Paul's nakedly driving prick. The thinly haired flanges nibbled excitedly at the plunging hard masculine rod, titillating it excruciatingly, pulling it deeper and greedily up into the darkness of her helplessly aroused depths. Paul's heavy sperm-laden balls slapped wetly against her upturned crotch as he pounded into her, and his body was shook with violent tremors as he approached the maelstrom of his gathering orgasm. His body was coated with sweat, dimming his vision and his brain was an inflamed, seething mass of lewd excitement. A wild primitive feeling engulfed him, bred by the knowledge that he was fucking this beautiful teenager from behind, miles away from anywhere, with his wife and her lover looking on. It was fucking for the sheer pleasure. He could feel Lanie quivering and shaking, the tremors more pronounced, increasing with cadence of her rising moans, anH then, suddenly she was there. She was climaxing, her whole body vibrating with overwhelming passion, her cries a wild cacophony in the motel cabin.
"I'm cummming ... I'm cummming.....I'm cummming." she chanted helplessly as wave after wave of dazzling pleasure flooded over her, seeping into every nook and crevice of her writhing body, imbuing her with the warmth of total passionate arousal.
The insane jiggling of her tight little ass triggered of Paul's teetering climax, and his hoarse cries mingled with her high-pitched ones as his body jerked and thrashed out the tremendous whirpool force of his orgasm.
"Oh ... babe ... babe ... Lanie ... I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnggg toooooooooooooooooooo!" His head was spinning from the convulsions of ecstasy spasming through his body, and for a moment he was afraid that he would lose his balance and fall from the unnatural position he was in. But he continued to fuck into Lanie's gyrating body, shouting out again as the first eruption in the seething cavern of his balls sent the first stream of foaming semen spurting into her wildly swirling cut. It flowed unceasingly into her darkly clutching passage, feeling her helplessly excited belly to the full, seeping unchecked into hungrily welcoming depths of her secret womb. His fingers were clutching savagely at the tender white flesh of her softly rounded backside, raising red marks on its ivory surface, but Lanie seemed oblivious as she continued to jerk back her pelvis, insatiable in her desire to engulf more and more of his fastly ejaculating cock in her hungrily eager pussy.
Finally, he had emptied his last into her heated steaming depths, and even so, she was unwilling to let the rapidly deflating member slip from her semen-soaked cunt. But Finally, it slipped wetly from her faintly-pulsing passage and Paul lay back on the floor, his breath coming in deep had pants, his eyes closed in ecstasy, basking in the warm, heady afterglow of a tremendous climax. Lanie sure was one hell of a good fuck, as he dozed off easily, completely satiated by his sensual teenaged mistress.
For the moment he had forgotten about his plan with Chuck and his wife. The next thing he was aware of was Lanie looking out the window. He could just barely see the faint contours of her naked backside and once again he realized how really sexy she was, how completely provocative her every movement was. He had certainly never known anyone like her, and he would Find it hard to give her up, if it ever came to that. He was not sure that he could. She had given him a new lease on life, which might evaporate if she went out of his reach. With her carefree zany ways, she had instilled sense of fun and enjoyment of life in him, but he knew he could easily revert back to his boring old self. She had taught him that sex could be fun and his lovemaking with her was certainly a far cry from the routine act with Delia. For that matter, she didn't behave with Chuck the way she did with him. So he guessed something had changed with both of them.
"Paul ... come here quick." Lanie suddenly called out, "It looks as if we're not the only ones here." She was peering intently out the window of the motel, her body quivering with obvious excitement.
"What do you mean, baby?" Paul queried, thinking that she had caught a glimpse of Chuck and Delia slinking around spying.
"There's a beautiful blonde and this husky guy fucking their brains out outside this window."
Paul, his interest aroused, ambled over to join his mistress at the window. He peered out, seeing first only the naked jumble of golden arms and legs ad as the couple rutted like animals on the ground.
Then he got a better, look. He saw with bulging, disbelieving eyes that his plan had more than succeeded. There was Delia, stretched out naked and flat on her back, her long tanned legs lewdly spread to allow Chuck to fuck obscenely between them. His wife must have been so turned on to watching him and Lanie that.....
CHAPTER NINE
Paul drew in his breath sharply as he looked out the window. He had never seen his wife so aroused before. Even when he had voyeuristically observed her. She looked like a different person entirely. She was completely unrecognizable as his prudish half-virginal Delia, so calm and collected in her ways, so fastidious in all sexual matters. The unbelievable blonde out there was a moaning, uninhibited mass of sexual arousal, exuding pure animal sex, and she was his wife fucking a man that he arranged to do the act. Chuck didn't look like it was any chore for him either!
Delia certainly seemed to be in another world, moaning, writhing, fucking back with all her might, wantonly thrusting her pelvis upward and trying to spread her moistly-gleaming thighs even further apart. Paul caught a glimpse of the thick red length of Chuck's prick as it fucked rhythmically into the soft clinging pink, vaginal flesh, and unbelievably, another illicit shudder of excitement coursed the length of his tingling spine. He couldn't deny that there was something lewdly perverted about watching his own wife being fucked by the sex-crazed tennis pro, something perversely thrilling about it. He couldn't help feeling a little jealous of Chuck, wishing that he had a cock that size. And, he wanted to be the one who was screwing mercilessly between his wife's legs, he wanted to be the one who was sending her out of her mind with delirious joy!
He was conscious of the growing bulge of his awakening cock, of a sympathetic churning in his hips as he watched Chuck jerk forward abruptly and send his hot, searing prick plunging to the hilt in Delia's greedily welcoming depths. He wanted her longer slender legs to wrap in the lewd way around his back, to feeling the enticing jiggling of her dancing breasts press against his neck! Yes, he was wildly aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked by another man, once again. He didn't care any longer that she was unfaithful to him ... after all, he himself had just been fucking Lanie ... all he cared about was getting a share of that wild, wanton excitement, of feeling a part of that incredible aura of sexual arousal which exuded from his panting moaning wife. And, this time he was not just going to be a voyeur! He was going to participate! He had beeh turned on once too often!
Robot-like, he turned to march out of the cabin, his huge, fully erect prick standing up heavily like a flag pole before him.
"Paul, what...." Lanie called frantically, not knowing what was going on, but Paul paid no attention to her, but strode inexorably over to where his wife and Chuck were wrapped together in lewd tangle of wet sweating bodies.
The blue sky about Delia seemed to spin ominously before her lust-dimmed eyes, the blazing sun sending blinding flashes of light to dance before her. It was incredible, making love out here in the open. Even the abrasive friction of the ground on her naked ass cheeks added in a way to her pleasure. She had forgotten all about Paul, except a tiny part of her wondered if he was watching her. But all thoughts were swept aside as new, tumultuous feelings inside her forewarned the approaching volcano of her pending climax. And then, moments later....
"Delia...."
Delia froze, her blood running cold as hands scurried along the smooth flesh of her wetly undulating body. It was Paul!
"Paul, what...." she began, her throat dry, hardly able to breath. Whatdid he want? She forgot to worry about him discovering her with Chuck. It was obvious he wasn't angry, but what did he want with her now? His hands trailed down her smooth sleek hips and came to rest on the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass, kneading and pummeling them with rough, convulsive movements. Then, she drew in her breath sharply as she felt him slowly draw the quivering softly-fleshed buttocks apart, straining them beyond relief as he had seen Chuck do on another occasion. Oh god, what was he doing?
"Spread that ass of yours, baby ... I'm coming in...."
Delia gasped in numbed horror, hardly able to believe her ears. His voice was cracked and hoarse, and there was a lustful tone in his harsh words that chilled her.
The young wife felt as if she had suddenly been suspended in time, as if all movements had ceased, as if she and Chuck had been frozen into immobile statues. But they hadn't Chuck still continued to fuck between her golden tanned legs, seemingly oblivious to Paul, naked and crouched on his hands and knees, his eyes staring out of his head as they roamed feverishly over his wife's lovely writhing body.
"Roll over, darling...." he rasped hoarsely and incredibly Delia felt Chuck shifting above her, sliding down to one side, and then, unbelievably, she as astride her young lover, her slender thighs straddling his thrusting pelvis. Paul's hands were warm and strong on her flesh again, pulling and kneading at the soft, golden moons of her ass, straining the tender globes apart, his fingers digging hungrily into the doughy flesh. Delia bit her lip to keep from crying out. She gasped suddenly in unrestrained shock as she felt the long wet length of his tongue swipe the darkly stretched crevice, sending forbidden chills of morbid pleasure and fear coursing through her. .Her head was spinning and she felt as if she had been suddenly thrust headlong into an unknown world, a world where her husband was kneeling by her side, lewdly kissing and caressing her while another man fucked wantonly into her.
She moaned again as she felt the hard probing pressure of her husband's strong forefinger against the small dark crinkled sphincter of her rectum, and then, before she had a chance to realize what was happening, he suddenly thrust it to the first knuckled into the futilely resisting orifice.
"Paul ... aaaaauuuuuugggghhhhhhhhh ... stop!" she sobbed helplessly, wriggling her buttocks desperately in an attempt to dislodge the intrusion. Relentlessly, Paul burrowed deeper with his determined digit, feeling the hot dry flesh clinging tightly to his finger as he plunged it to the hilt in his wife's anal depths. With casual ease, he began to rotate it around inside the tight rubbery clasping passage of her rectum, scouring and widening it, until at last he began to withdraw it, pulling it out finally with a plopping sound. Delia breathed a sigh of relief, as she was freed from the searing pain in her back channel and once again abandoned mewls slipped from her mouth as her body was free to experience to the full the intense pleasure she was getting from Chuck's hard young cock spearing hungrily up between her straddling thighs.
Blind panic gripped her once more as she became aware of Paul ... he was behind her, his strong hands pushing her forward until she was lying almost flat on top of Chuck, and then, she realized with dread, that she was-sandwiched between the two men, completely trapped between the naked bodies of her husband and her lover!
"Paul ... please...." she began again as she felt his hands once more rippling across the softly-rounded curves of her wildly writhing young buttocks. An icy sweat broke out as she felt him poise the thick, blood-hardened length of his fully-erect penis at the tiny defenseless hole of her trembling rectum.
She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she suddenly knew was coming, but ... penis at the tiny defenseless hole of her trembling rectum.
She opened her mouth to cry out, to protest, to try to ward off what she suddenly knew was coming, but....
"Oooooohhh ... Paul ... stop it...." she wailed. Feebly, she tried to struggle, tried to fight back, but in her heart she knew it was futile as her husband continued to surge forward, impaling, inch by excruciating inch the hard throbbing shaft of his driving cock, in the futilely-resisting anal passage.
Delia squirmed as she felt Paul's pounding prick moving about tantalizingly inside her, brutally widening her tight rectal sheath and seeming to stretch longer and further up into her petrified bowels. At last, he began to withdraw and Delia couldn't help feeling a moment's relief, but it was short-lived. He rammed forward again, with unbridled lust, sweeping aside her thighs and burying his long rangy organ completely in her sorely bruised passage.
Then she relaxed a bit. Chuck had fucked her in the ass and it was all right. She guess it would be all right with Paul too.
Miraculously as soon as she felt relaxed, Delia felt all vestiges of pain disappear from her buffeted body, felt little mists of wispy pleasure floating in and out of the secret corners of her body, felt her entire flesh tingle with growing arousal. She was beginning to enjoy the lewd double fucking she was receiving from her lusty lover and her near-estranged husband at the same time! She was actually beginning to respond to the lascivious three-way fuck!
Delia could hardly believe it, and yet it was happening! Already her body was beginning to undulate gently in rhythm with the two naked wet bodies slapping obscenely against her, thrusting their pile-driving penises deep and hard up into the twin passage up between her widespread thighs. Panting she shoved her wetly writhing pussy forward to receive the full hard plunges of Chuck's virile young hardness and then grinding her now hungrily clenching buttocks backward to clutch greedily at her husband's departing cock. Her body was bathed in perspiration, and slipped wetly between the two flailing bodies of her husband and lover, and her mewls rose higher and mingled lewdly with their hoarse grunts of pleasure. Weird thoughts assailed her reeling brain as her lasciviously sandwiched body writhed and tremored with new illicit pleasure."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed as she gave herself over completely to the waves of exhilarating pleasure which washed over her, which tingled tantalizingly through her pulsating flesh, which made the blood rush wildly through her veins. Paul had forgiven her and now everything would be all right. She had never known anything like the floods of intense excitement which were coursing through her.
She knew she was nearing her climax, but she wanted to hold back, to wait until the two men, her lover and her husband were also cumming, so that all three of them could reach the dizzy pinnacle of ultimate pleasure together. And then....
Delia, baby, I'm there! I'm cumming! ... aaaauuuuuugggg!" It was Chuck, his body quivering and trembling with the final force of his release, his nakedly driving prick plummeting deep into her wildly clutching vaginal sheath, his breath charged like machine-gun blasts as he at least reached the orgasm his lust-demented body was battling for.
"Aaaaauuuuuugggghh ... meeeeee toooooooooooo," Paul was there too, his tall muscular body crashing down on his wife as he skewered his pistoning cock mercilessly into her forever-stretched rectal passage.
Keep fucking back baby...." he gasped labouredly, and Delia felt the rush of his scalding male sperm as it shot deep and hard up into her passion-dilated rectum. Her entire body felt poised on the edge of a giant chasm, teetering between this world andthe delirious world of never-ending pleasure, ad then, helplessly she fell.
It was unbelievable, this climaxing from being fucked by two men at the same time, her husband her lover, and her wantonly abandoned body reached greedily for the whirls of overwhelming pleasure which were at least floating within grasp. Nothing would ever be the same again. For a moment, she forgot where she was, and was conscious of nothing but the delicious warmth of the blazing sun, and the incredible blanket of satisfaction which wrapped her snugly and filled her to overflowing with happiness.
CHAPTER TEN
Gradually, the unbelievable events of the last couple of hours came tumbling back to Delia....Her discovery of her husband with the beautiful redhead ... Chuck's lust-maddened lovemaking, followed by Paul joining in, culminating in a wild three-way orgasm ... yes, she remembered it all now. What she didn't know was that her own husband had planned it! At any rate, she didn't think she'd ever forget her climax precipitated by being fucked by her husband and lover at the same time....
As consciousness returned to her, she wondered, with a faint stab of panic, at the suddenly pervading silence. Where was everybody? As if in answer to her question, a low moan made her turn her head sharply to the right."
"Mmmmmmm ... Jesus ... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." It sounded like Chuck!
Delia's heart started pounding like a drum. What was going on now? For a moment, she couldn't see anything, and abruptly, she jerked upright, determined to find out what was happening. And then, she gasped audibly, surprise widening her eyes as they came to rest on Chuck's spreadeagled body, and the crouching figure of the naked redhead who could only" be Lanie, hunched grotesquely between his widespread legs, his huge, awakening cock sunk halfway between her ripely ovaled lips!
The young wife continued to stare, hardly daring to believe what she was watching. A confusion of feelings jumbled her brain. She had just about forgotten all about the redhead, and now, here she was, openly sucking Chuck's, her lover's cock! A surge of anger erupted inside Delia, and her eyes narrowed into thin, desire-glazed slits as she continued to watch, fascinated in spite of herself, as the long red length of the tennis pro's cock disappeared between the smooth pink lines of Lanie's hungrily clasping lips. Her fingers were buried somewhere in the blonde tufts of hair at the sturdy base and were holding the glistening shaft aloft, guiding it meticulously into the warm buttery depths of her mouth. Delia could see that the redhead's eyes were half-closed, and her face was obviously bathed in a mist of hungry lust. Chuck, too, was obviously enjoying Paul's mistress' lascivious attentions, as her hand dipped to fondle the writhing sac of his scrotum, to knead and cup the churning balls lovingly. Delia drew in her breath sharply as she saw Lanie release the huge knobby head of the tennis pro's wetly pulsing cock and then run her pink darting tongue down the length of it, tickling just below the spreading head, nibbling slightly at the blue veiny underside, disappearing in a snake-like flicking into the tangled mass of blonde pubic hairs.
The redheaded teenager was completely engrossed in her lewd task, her gleaming russet hair framing her creamy face, contorted from the effort of sucking and licking at the growing bulge in her mouth. It felt good, sucking this handsome guy's cock, she mused to herself, especially with Delia, his lover, watching!
The promiscuous teenager had been almost overcome with jealousy watching the wild, unbelievable threesome of Delia, her lover and Paul, and it was obvious that they had all forgotten about her. It hurt her, too, to see how aroused Paul had been, especially when it had been she who had calmed him in past flare-ups. The spoiled child did not like being ignored! She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it!
Lanie was determined not be left out. Her eyes had run appraisingly over the long, sun-tanned muscular form of the wonderfully athletic young man, and she had become suffused with sudden desire to take his virile young prick into her mouth, to suck and slaver over it, to coax it into passionately aroused hardness, to finally feel it explode deep in her throat, to taste the tangy bitterness of his savage cum....
Astonishingly expert for someone of her age, she ran her long wet tongue along the pulsating length of it, feeling the wild blood rushing through the veins almost as if it would burn the flesh, felt the lust coursing through the thick palpitating tube. Eagerly, she entrapped the burgeoning head between her clasping lips and darted playfully with her tongue at the narrow glans opening at the tip, before dipping lower to tantalize the throbbing webbed underside. Then she slipped her deftly probing organ among the tufted wisps of pubic curls and stabbed lewdly at the thick stubby base of his jerking prick. Her hands kneaded convulsively at his churning scrotum, feeling the power surging deep inside them, aware of the seething tumult of his aching sperm. Yes, she was going to enjoy sucking this guy dry, sucking him dry while Delia watched helplessly....
Paul's wife couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her young lover plunging his lust-hardened cock far back against the redheaded teenager's throat. Enraged as she was by Lanie's cool conduct, she couldn't deny that the lascivious sight gave her a lewd thrill of delight, and she thought again of how she herself must have looked, when, like Lanie, she was sucking eagerly on a cock. Did she herself look like that, her face glazed with lust, her eyes half closed in excitement, her lips lewdly ovaled around the pulsating hardness of male flesh as Bobby sunk his fiery penis deep and hard between her lips, that time?
A deep yearning excitement started somewhere in her loins as she continued to watch the unbelievable sight of her husband's teenaged mistress sucking and slavering over her own lover's fully erect member, and then she became aware of hands on her legs, of wet palms clamped against her inner thighs, forcing them apart, of a hulking shape cowering between her widespread legs. Panic assailed her for a moment, and she gasped aloud.
"Take it easy, honey, it's only me...." she heard her husband assuring her and she realized then that it was Paul hunched lasciviously before the openly spread plane of her moistly pulsing cunt.
"Paul," she started falteringly, hardly knowing the appropriate way to start.
"Just relax, baby," he said soothingly. "Just relax and spread your legs. I'm going to lick your cunt ... and I'm going to kiss and suck your cunt while Lanie is sucking Chuck's cock...."
Delia heard the words in a daze. It couldn't be ... it was all too much after what had happened today."
"Paul ... no ... please!" she cried out suddenly, unable to stop herself. She couldn't allow her own husband to kiss her there. She just couldn't. It was different when Chuck had done it. He had almost done it against her will and even though she had loved, it, it was different now, with her husband. She just couldn't let it happen.
"Why not, honey?" Paul's voice pleaded. "You know you'll love it ... you'll love it when I kiss your hot little cunt ... you'll love it when I run my tongue into that little slit of yours ... Chuck and Lanie have forgotten about us ... they're having fun ... why not us?"
His mesmerizing words seemed to calm Delia's fears. Of course, he's right. After what we've all been through why shouldn't I enjoy sex with my husband?
Her seething thoughts ran wildly on. She had enjoyed it when Chuck had done it to her. Why should she refuse her husband?
"Delia, darling...." Paul urged, fearing that she had forgotten all about him.
"Yes, Paul, yes...." her voice came in a rush of heated urgency. "Yes, do it me ... suck my cunt while Lanie sucks Chuck's cock."
"What do you want me to do, Delia?" Paul insisted, suddenly desperate for her to say the words which would signal to him that the dark, unhappy days of her inhibitions were really over. After a long moment, the words he had been waiting for came again.
"Suck me ... suck me ... Paul ... stick your tongue in my cunt!"
With a deep groan, Paul suddenly buried his face in the openly presented flesh beneath him, inhaling for the very first time, the scented sweetness of his wife's secret flesh, revelling in the contact of wet tongue on hotly pulsing vaginal flesh.
"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," Delia gasped as she felt the moist lapping of her husband's long pink tongue as it reached out and lapped at the tender flesh of her openly throbbing pussy. She held in her breath as he buried his organ in the sensitively squirming flesh, dipping and probing in a maddened search for the pivot of her desires. It was like a wet living thing scurrying around her secret genitals, and she -liked it! Yes, she -liked having her husband lick her cunt!
"Mmmmmm ... Paul ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned involuntarily as Paul's burrowing tongue found the hardening tip of her turgid little clitoris.
Eagerly, he clasped the hard knob between his teeth, holding it there while the tip of his tongue teased remorselessly at the erogenous button, sending shudders of excruciating pleasure shooting up Delia's spine. Involuntarily, her slender thighs clamped against his face, holding his mouth in agonizing position over the burning flesh of her nakedly spread cunt. Hungrily, she ground her desire-tortured vagina down against the deliciously sucking length of his deftly flicking tongue, rimming his nose and mouth with her moistly aroused vagina, cutting off his breath, enveloping him completely in the fragile softness of her ecstatically impassioned pussy. Paul's "tongue snaked out continuously, sliding along the thin vertical mouth of her vagina, burrowing excitingly into the crevices and creases of her wildly churning depths, eliciting moan after passionate moan of pleasure from his lust-maddened wife.
Paul's hands reached up and clutching at her thighs, held her firmly in place while his tongue stabbed erotically at the petal-shaped opening to her fully awakened body. For a moment, he poised, hovering at the softly clasping viscous opening, before plunging directly into the eagerly-grasping interior sheath, feeling the moistly clinging walls of her greedily-welcoming cunt close in tightly on his sunken organ, desperately trying to suck it further and further into her madly writhing little belly.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ... uuuuuuhhh ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she gasped, flailing her pelvis desperately, grinding the soft loaves of her buttocks down into the ground in a feverish attempt to escape the dementing ministrations of her husband's hotly teasing tongue on her sensitive pussy. Her soft moist thighs tightened even tighter around his perspiring face as she churned her desire-ridden cunt against the delicious lapping of his insatiable mouth, her initial shock overcome, her openly receptive cuntal walls closing in like a velvet glove on his lustfully entrapped tongue.
Delia was mewling with unsuppressed passion. It was absolute bliss, lying here, her thighs openly spread to allow her husband to slaver between them, while, only a couple of feet away, Lanie sucked feverishly on Chuck's pounding cock. Delia turned her head and was just able to see her young lover's wildly writhing figure, tremoring with spasms of pleasure as Lanie's full red lips closed like an elastic band around the throbbing shaft of his bobbing prick. Delia, through lust-dimmed eyes, could see the angry red rod jerking spasmodically as it drove between the redheaded teenager's ovaled lips, could see the furious kneading of her hand on the dangling sac of his testicles, could hear her lover's moans of pure animal pleasure as he gave himself over fully to Lanie's unbelievable sucking, just as she herself was abandoning her body completely to the overwhelming eddies of pleasure coursing through her from her husband's frantic licking of her desire-maddened cunt.
Swirls of red hot pleasure were building up deep deep inside her loins, making her squirm her softly rounded buttocks into the ground, making her moan incessantly in ecstasy, making her clamp the wetly-aroused flesh of her helplessly excited pussy against the pleasure giving lingual organ that was swirling around inside her, sending flames of passion licking at the very core of her throbbingly aroused little belly. She could hear the wet slavering sounds of Chuck's tumultuous prick as it slid far down into Lanie's mouth, and his gasps of pleasure mingled with her own as they writhed in total abandon only feet away from each other.
Paul watched his wife mounting arousal with amazement and disbelief. Although he had seen her being fucked by Chuck and Bobby, he was still worried that it might not be the same with him. They had not been close for so long. But now, he felt thrilled beyond belief when Delia had allowed him to lick her cunt, and her lewd words of assent had perversely delighted him. Now he was filled with joy to think that he could arouse her like this, that she was squirming around-in unabashed passion under his cunt-licking, just as she had moaned and writhed under Chuck's fucking. But most of all he could hardly believe that it really was his own wife! She was not all he had ever dreamed she'd be and he was nearly out of his mind with happiness.
Momentarily, he pulled away from the clasping wet flesh of her twitching vagina and gazed down at the openly presented split of her cunt. He could see the faint pulsing of her nakedly aroused flesh, the reddish tip of her turgid little clitoris, the star-shaped opening of her hungrily contracting orifice, the faint throbbing of the swollen outer lips.
There was a faint sheen of her flowing feminine juices smearing her quivering inner thighs, and Paul knew that she was almost ready to cum. With an eager moan, he once more buried his face between her trembling thighs, anxious to feel her rippling with uncontrollable orgasm induced by his indefatigable licking.
Meanwhile, Chuck's blood-bloated prick seemed to fill Lanie's whole mouth, to expand and inflate to bursting point in the warmth of her hungrily sucking orifice, but she was aware of another emptiness. There was a curious gnawing between her legs, a tingling which was calling out for rekindling. She tried to ignore it, to make it go away, but wouldn't. She wanted to experience what Delia was feeling. The pleasure she was getting from Chuck's cock filling her mouth was not enough ... she needed something else....
Delia felt her body floating on the clouds of pre-climax levity. She was sure she'd cum soon ... she couldn't hold out much longer. The delicious oral caresses her husband was lavishing on her passion-drenched pussy were getting too much for her, and the thought that her lover was also approaching release seemed to spur on her own. But then, amazingly, she felt movement near her, heard the rasping of naked flesh against the earth. For a moment, she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. There was movement right beside her ... perhaps someone had discovered them!
Apprehensively, Delia opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect, and saw, only a few scant inches from her face, the widespread, openly presented furrow of Lanie's cunt! For a long, seemingly interminable moment, Delia stared at the softly pulsing split collared by wisps of russet curls, hardly able to believe her eyes. Lanie had juxtaposed herself so that her lewdly splayed thighs were only inches from Delia's eyes, while she herself continued to suck Chuck's insanely pounding prick.
The young wife could never remember clearly what happened next. All she knew was that suddenly, her tongue was reaching out and lapping tentatively at the wetly quivering vertical mouth of the youngster's eagerly proffered pussy. The soft creamy thighs closed mechanically around her hidden face, drawing her inexorably to the scented warmth of the other girl's feverishly pulsing cunt. Delia inhaled the sweet fragrance, her tongue searching cautiously in the pungent folds and creases, gaining confidence as it went about its wanton task. At first, doubts had assailed the dazed wife. This is wrong, perverse ... forbidden....But the instinct for new, more exciting pleasures was stronger than the warnings of her lust-befogged brain and she continued to swirl her tongue around in Paul's mistress' cunt, just as Paul himself was slavering below in her writhing, frantically aroused pussy.
Delia heard the redheaded teenager mewl and whimper around Chuck's desire-ridden cock and it gave her an odd thrill to know that she was giving the beautiful teenager this pleasure, that she was making her moan and gasp with unmitigated pleasure. She continued to suck and lick the other girl's furiously twitching vagina, spurred on by the delicious tongue-fucking she was getting below, thrilled illicitly at the thought that she was engaged in an incredible four-way scene, that she was being sucked and kissed below while she licked Lanie's pulsating cunt, while Lanie herself was sucking and swallowing Chuck's heavily throbbing penis. It was unbelievable, but it was the most exciting, arousing thing Delia had ever experienced and she thought she'd die from the spasms of pleasure convoluting her panting body. She continued her frantic sucking and slavering of the redhead's gyrating cunt, even after she heard Chuck's moans of lascivious delight, signaling his climax.
"Oh god, Lanie, I'm cumming! Keep sucking my cock....I'm ... cuccccccuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnngggggg!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him battering furiously against Paul's mistress' face, the sac of his wildly writhing scrotum suddenly contracting as it ejected the first flow of seminal fluid into her hungrily receptive mouth. She started to gulp and swallow, her cheeks filling and then emptying as she drank in the exquisite nectar of his male offering. And even as Chuck was continuing to ejaculate into her greedily sucking mouth, Shockwaves of overwhelming force spasmed through her body as she too began to cum from Delia's sinful licking. Her moans and sobs were lost around Chuck's still convulsed prick, but still she didn't loosen her elastic-tight clasp around the pounding girth of his jumping prick.
Delia continued to jab her feverishly working tongue far up into the steaming depths of the redhead's cunt, and to watch as Lanie herself swallowed and gulped on Chuck's finally deflating prick, before she was swept away in paroxysms of unbelievable, unearthly pleasure. Everybody else in the lewd foursome was forgotten as her perspiring body heaved and shook with tidal waves of dizzying pleasure, tremors of delight that rippled through her from head to toe. Paul never slackened his febrile licking, continuing to slaver and lap at the burning, quivering flesh of her dilating cunt, continued to kiss and lick her as she muffled her moans into the still tensed depths of her husband's mistress' sensuously trembling pussy. Now I've tried everything, she gasped happily to herself as mists of swirling euphoria engulfed her and carried her away gently from the orgy of physical pleasure. But she didn't care, because she knew she would return soon, for greater, sensations of even more abandoned passion....
