There are times when it takes a change of scene to bring about a change in behavior. Psychologists tell us this is particularly true in sexual matters. Often, the best way to do away with an unreasonable sexual inhibition is to move the patient into an unfamiliar atmosphere in which the unexpected becomes the norm.
Correlated to this is the concept of role playing. The sexually repressed individual can often rise above destructively inhibited patterns of behavior by putting him or herself into acting out another individual's role, just as though participating in a carefully constructed dramatic presentation.
Sandra Jeski, an attractive, sexually desirable young wife, has a deep-seated fear of certain aspects of her physical relationship with her aggressive, self-assured husband. Not only has she sub- limated this fear by channeling her appetites into a desire for material goods, such as an extravagant new home, but she has also placed her marriage in real danger. Her physically attractive, sexually active husband has been forced to turn elsewhere for fulfillment, even to Sandra's best friend. The friend, recently divorced and in need of sensual satisfaction, is only too eager to oblige, apparently feeling no sense of loyalty to Sandra.
Through a series of fortuitous events, Sandra, her husband, Hal, and her disloyal friend arrive at an unusual situation which allows them to act out their deepest sexual fantasies and which frees Sandra forever from the demons which have kept her emotions imprisoned.
The Publishers
Chapter One
Hal Jeski smiled at the woman and nodded his head. Goddamn it, he thought, they're all alike. All she wants out of me is a little trip in the sheets. The fact that he gave good service at his gas station, kept her car running in tiptop shape, and had the best price schedule in town made no difference in the least.
Hal worked hard. He had ever since he bought the station from old Joe Wheeler. The customer is king, Joe told him, and he had done everything he could to make this his policy. Still, there were people like Mrs. Smitts, who had just pulled out of his black-topped lot. They were only interested in the fact that their husbands had started neglecting them because they had never done a blasted thing to keep their aging bodies in shape, and they hoped he would do more than service their cars. Hal had responded on occasion, but he had only done so when he was really interested in the woman herself. There had been a couple of times, though, he had to admit, when he actually performed sexually with business in mind. Everybody did that, though, he told himself. He could hold his breath and close his eyes if it meant being the regular mechanic on Mrs. Ben's Rolls Royce, or on Mrs. Terrist's Mercedes.
As long as Sandra never found out he was all right. Sandra, his wife of three years, was the jealous type. He found it best to keep his life at the service station and his life at home completely separate. There had been some evenings when he was hard put to perform adequately once he and Sandra were in bed, but he had managed.
Hal had always been built for action when it came to sex. Not only did he have tremendous stamina, he had the drive to go with it. Most of the time, from morning to night, he found one thing on his mind, raw sex. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around the station sporting half an erection that made his female customers respond the way they did. Some of the men responded as well, but Hal ignored their advances. He was not inclined that way, not in the least.
He reached down and cupped his denim encased genitals in his big, greasy hand. They felt nice and warm, tingling with life as usual. Hal was proud of the way he was endowed. Nine inches of thick penis flopped between his extravagantly muscled thighs, and it seemed ever larger when he was wearing his tight Levi's because his huge, bull size testicles pushed it forward into a delicious looking bulge. That bulge was just below window height when he serviced the cars that pulled in for gas, and there was not a woman in town, regardness of her age or marital status, who could keep her eyes away from it.
As his hand squeezed it gently, Hal's cock began to harden, stretching to its full, heavy erect size and making his loins itch for hot, close action.
"Hi," said a musical sounding voice. The woman had driven up to the pump while he was standing there playing with himself, and Hal had never noticed.
"Uh, hi, Candy. How you doing?" To make matters worse, it was his wife's best girl friend. "Can I help you?"
Candy Harris giggled. "Can I help you might be a better question. You look like you need some right about now." Her large hazel eyes were focused directly on Hal's burgeoning crotch.
Candy was bold. Hal had found that out when she came to dinner at their new house the week before. He asked Sandra if she wanted a housewarming, and she had told him later. First, she wanted to have her best friend over for dinner, to show off. It seems the two of them had a girlhood bet about which of them would be the first to live in a home of her own.
Candy had won. She married a man whom she met while she was away at school, and his parents had bought them a house as a wedding present. Hal remembered that Sandra sulked for days when she received the news.
Now, a little over a year later, Candy was home again and in the process of divorce. Rumor had it that one man was not enough for her. She had become bored with her young husband and started seeing other men, often not very particular who they were or where she picked them up.
Just as Candy was moving back to town, Hal and Sandra were getting settled in their new home. Sandra had nagged for it from the day they were married, always dissatisfied with their small, economical apartment. Now she had her house. It meant that Hal had to work longer hours to make the payments. It also meant that his attentions to other women, women with big cars, became more frequent.
Hal had not met Candy before the night she came to dinner. He was struck at once with her fresh, girlish beauty. Her brown hair brushed her shoulders, and her figure was softly curved. Her breasts, he noticed to his satisfaction, were large, larger than Sandra's without being oversized for her slim, lithe frame. Most of all, Hal was struck with how Candy looked at him with those immense hazel eyes of yers. There were tiny specks of gold and brown in them, and she used them to her best advantage.
"It's awfully nice to meet you, Hal," she said, extending her long, slim hand. "Sandra's told me so much about you." Her eyes slithered down his body to rest on his tightly packed crotch, just as they were resting now.
"Yeah, she's told me about you too." He felt a bit uncomfortable and his penis began to stir as though it had a mind of its own and was basking in the young woman's attention.
"Oh," Candy said, giggling. "I hope what she said was good." Her hand lingered in his, her eyes moving rapidly up and down his taut body. "Get Candy a glass of wine," Sandra said quickly.
"Yeah, sure. Red or white?" Hal turned away, trying to hide his rapidly expanding hardon from both women.
"Whatever your choice is," Candy answered gaily. She turned to Sandra as Hal left the room. "God has been good to you, baby. He's a real hunk," she said loudly enough for Hal to hear.
Later, Sandra left the living room, excusing herself to put dinner on the table. As soon as she was gone, Candy leaned toward him.
"I'm so thrilled to meet Sandra's husband. You're much more exciting than she let on in her letters."
"Thanks." Hal was uneasy again, intensely aware of the girl's sexually arousing presence.
"I guess she was afraid I'd come back and try to take you away if she told me how sexy you really were." She smiled at him and sipped her wine.
"Do you like our new house, Candy?" Hal asked, trying to change to safer subjects.
"Oh, yes. But I never knew this section of town existed."
"It's a new development. This all used to be woods."
"A lot of it still is," Candy said, draining her wine glass.
Hal poured her another from the carafe on the table. Her fingers brushed his as he took the glass. "That's why Sandra and I liked it," he said. "The woods made us feel like we were moving to the country."
"You could do a lot in those woods. Did you ever do it in the woods, Hal?" Her voice was direct, her manner casual with undertones of excitement.
"Yeah, well, sure, when I was a kid." He shifted on the couch, embarrassed.
"I love doing it in the woods, when I'm with the right man, that is." Again, her eyes traced up and down his body.
Hal found himself responding. This girl might be his wife's best friend, but she was coming on to him as though she thought he were fair game. What the hell, he decided, maybe he was.
Sandra called them to dinner, and, as they started for the dining room, Candy brushed against him, pushing her firm, pointed breast into his upper arm. Hal grunted in surprise and satisfaction. He could feel the heat of the woman's body through both their clothes.
Candy looked up at him and smiled. "Later," she whispered.
"You can fill my tank," Candy called out. She smiled at Hal out of the window of her sports car, her eyes still planted firmly on his fully expanded crotch.
"Sure," Hal said. He moved to the back of the car self-consciously, his hugely erect penis binding in his tight denim pants. Inserting the hose, he pumped the gas and then went around to the front to clean the windshield.
Candy leaned out of the window. "Got time to go for a ride with me?" she asked, voice purring.
"A ride? Where?"
"Oh, I thought we could explore those woods near your house. You know, we were talking about it the other night before dinner."
"Oh, those woods," Hal answered, his voice tight. He was very aware of where Candy's eyes were looking. His own gaze strayed to the deep cleavage visible through the vee of her half unbuttoned blouse. Her soft skinned breasts curved like full, fresh melons just waiting for a man's touch.
"I'm pretty busy," he said, not really meaning it. Candy was beautiful, and she was making herself so available to him it was hard to resist.
"Oh, come on, Hal. I haven't been out in the woods with a guy for years. My husband was such a stick in the mud. I promise you a good time, and nobody ever has to know, especially Sandra. You're safe with me."
He felt himself relenting. What difference did it make, anyway? Candy had as much to lose as he did. There was no way Sandra ever would find out. She had not found out about him and the women he serviced while he serviced their big, expensive cars. Why should this be any different?
"Sure," he said. "I can get away."
He walked over to where Jerry, the boy who worked for him, was installing a head gasket.
"Jerry, look after things. I'm gonna be away for a while."
Jerry looked over at the young woman in the car and grinned. Winking at Hal, he said, "I'll bet you are."
Hal felt his cheeks go red. "She's got a noise in her engine. I have to listen to it."
"Sure you do, boss. I told you about those two girls who had me out listening to their van the other day, didn't I? I get the picture. How much you want to bet her noise is the same one they had? Don't bother taking your tool kit. You got everything you need to service this call."
"Knock it off, kid. Just look after things and keep your mouth shut, okay?"
"Sure, Hal. You know I will." He grinned broadly at his boss and went back to work on the gasket.
"This looks like a good spot," Candy said, pulling her car to a stop beneath a huge, gnarled tree. "Let's go play in the woods." By now, Hal was more than ready. As they drove along, he kept his eyes on Candy's lithe, supple body. He watched her long, tapering legs and wondered how they would feel wrapped about his waist, her heels pounding against his back. The more he watched her, the more excited he became. His already erect penis ached for release. He could feel the semen building in his large, egg shaped balls. "You got a blanket or anything?" Hal asked.
"Sure. It's in the trunk. Here are the keys." She handed him the car keys, dropping them into his palm and giggling with excitement. She felt like a child doing something naughty. Candy had never been able to get over that sensation. From the time she began experimenting with sex she had always had the idea she was doing something terribly wicked whenever she was with a man. The only time the wickedness was not present was when she was with her husband. There was something about sleeping with the same person every night that took all the excitement out of it for her. It was situations like this one with Hal, her best friend's handsome husband, that aroused her to the full heights of lust. Even now, she could feel the drops of female moisture oozing out between her sensitive cunt lips. Her pussy was hot and ready for attention. She wondered what Hal liked to do with a woman. Well, she thought to herself, she would soon find out.
"Come on," Hal called, the blanket rolled up under his arm.
The two of them headed off into the woods, Candy leading the way. Hal kept his eyes on her small, softly rounded buttocks. They swayed slightly as the girl romped along, avoiding low hanging branches and moss covered rocks. His hands itched to cup those tender butt halves, feeling their cheeky fleshiness against his palms, squeezing them until Candy squealed with passion. It would not be long now.
Candy ducked under a branch that nearly brushed the ground and found herself in a tiny clearing. "Oh, Hal, look. It's perfect. Just like something out of a story."
Hal came to stand beside her. The clearing was indeed beautiful. Completely secluded, it was surrounded on all sides by dense growth; pines, bushes, long grasses, and a few wild flowers. No one would ever stumble upon them here. It was as if the place had been designed especially for what they had in mind.
Hal reached out and pulled Candy to him. Her body melded into his, her firm breasts crushing against his tightly muscled chest. He lifted her chin with his hand and lowered his lips to hers. The hotness of her mouth was tremendous. Hal kissed, moving his lips over Candy's, breathless with the way she responded.
She was an animal, her tongue shooting out to enter his mouth, pushing his lips apart to explore the smooth ridge of his straight, white teeth.
Answering her, Hal pushed his big, thick tongue into the woman's mouth, forcing it in far enough to tickle wildly at the hard roof of her mouth. Soft, sensuous sounds came from Candy's straining throat. She could hardly believe she was this aroused so quickly. There would be little time for foreplay, she was sure. She knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly where to find it.
With one hand, she reached between their tightly held bodies. Working her fingers downward, she touched Hal's rigid, throbbing erection. She pressed into its hardness with her fingertips, and Hal let out an excited grunt. His arms supporting Candy's back, he slowly lowered her trembling body to the ground. She lay pillowed in the long, soft grass, the blanket completely forgotten. She would have stains on the back of her skirt and blouse, and she did not care in the least.
Raising her arms, she pulled Hal down on top of her. His body pressed into hers, and she felt the aching hardness of his entrapped penis throbbing against her sensitive groin. Their lips met again, and they kissed frantically, the spittle passing between them. They squirmed against one another, insane with mutual need.
Candy's hands moved incessantly up and down Hal's back, exploring all the hard muscles, feeling the strength of his working man's body.
"Let's get naked," Hal growled, breaking their kiss.
They started to strip, totally unaware that their every move was being watched.
Doubtlessly at this point neither Candy or Hal would have cared even if they knew.
Chapter Two
Hando Rubosa crouched behind a bush, watching intently. He was so used to being on display that he found this chance to watch a strange couple making love a rare and exciting treat. His black eyes were wide as he watched them undressing. The girl was beautiful, built like a slim, perfectly proportioned marble statue. The sunlight, dappled by the leaves overhead, played over her tawny body, and Hando felt himself growing warm and restless in response. That was unusual for him. From the time he was little more than a child he had been used as a sex machine, a creature trained and conditioned to perform at will, to put on a show for anyone having the money to pay for it. His usual arousal was purely artificial, designed to entertain and titillate. This spontaneous stirring at the sight of a remarkably sexy woman was strange for him, and he found himself enjoying it immensely.
He regarded the man, a handsome, spectacularly built blond, with interest. He was, Hando decided, worthy of the animalistic, brown-haired female. As the stud dropped his tight pants, Hando saw that his arching erection was not as big as his own, but more than sufficient to meet any woman's need. This would without doubt be a performance well worth watching. He settled down to view it, his hand moving to caress his highly prized genitals, tightly packed inside skin-tight black pants. Something told him that before this was over he would spill one or maybe more loads of white, starchy seed all over the tall grass. Marta would be angry if she found out, but there was no reason in the world for her to ever know. "Oh, shit," Candy moaned, "your cock is one of the most beautiful ones I've seen in a long time." She reached out to caress Hal's throbbing, heart-shaped tip with cool fingers.
"I bet you've seen a lot of them too, haven't you?" Hal grunted, arching his trim pelvis forward as though inviting the woman to explore him as much as she liked.
"I've seen a few but not nearly as many as I'd like." She looked him in the eye, her gaze open and wanton. "I never get enough, Hal, no matter how many pricks I have." Her fingers tightened around his thick, vein-encircled shaft, and she could feel his heart beating within it. The blood pumped beneath her hand, engorging his penis until it ached with hardness. All of this is because of me, she thought with a shiver.
Candy lay on her side, and Hal knelt beside her. Her eyes roamed up and down the length of his hard, strongly built body. God, what an animal he was. She could smell the sweetly acrid sweat of his body, and it made her twitch with sexual hunger. His throbbing prick lay in her palm, its moist, reddish tip only inches from her face. She bent forward and held his blunt, knobby head to her nose. Through flaring nostrils, she sniffed at it eagerly.
Hal chuckled, his voice tight with raw passion. "Aw, shit, you're just like a bird dog. You like that smell, bitch?"
Candy grinned up at him lewdly. "Yeah, I love it. It smells ripe and ready. Christ, Hal, you're sexy. I can smell your musk along with good, honest sweat and piss."
He laughed. "There's probably some dried cum there too."
Anger flashed in her eyes. "Is there some of Sandra's cunt juice too? Am I taking secondhand stuff because you were too fuckin' lazy to take a bath this morning?"
"Naw. That little cunt I'm married to wouldn't give me any last night. I jacked off this morning after I got to the station. After going without last night, I was so goddamn horny by the time I got to work I had to take the pressure off or I wouldn't be able to think about anything else all day long."
"That seems like a terrible waste, all that nice, fresh cream splashing against the back wall of a urinal." Her warm breath caressed the taut head of his cock as she spoke.
"Maybe. We won't waste this load though, will we?" He gazed down at her, her face an inch from his cock. As he watched, he saw a single large drop of preseminal fluid ooze from the long slit in the end of it. He was more than ready now, and if Candy did not hurry up, he would come in her hand.
"Can I suck you?" she whispered, her naked body squirming wantonly at the thought of having his huge prick in her mouth. "Sure, but don't do it too much, or I'm gonna come in your throat."
"What's wrong with that? I love the taste of cum. Every man tastes different. Did you know that?"
"I heard it. I don't know from experience." He wished she would hurry up and get on with it. His gonads ached with excitement.
"Did you ever taste your own?" Her free hand snaked in between his legs. She began running it up and down along his inner thighs, moving lightly, her finger tips ruffling his wiry golden fuzz.
"Yeah, a couple times I licked off my fingers after I jerked off. Just curious, you know?"
"I know," she replied, giggling. "One guy I used to play around with when I was in high school wouldn't let me swallow it. He made me hold the cum in my mouth, and he'd lick it out and eat it himself."
"Sounds messy." Hal wondered if Candy was deliberately trying to torture him with this kind of talk, drive him to a point of passion where he would rape her. If that was her game, she was succeeding.
"It was pretty sexy, actually," she replied. "We used to do it all the time. He really loved eating his own cum. Sometimes when he'd fuck me, he'd eat out my cunt right afterwards and suck up all the cream he'd just pumped into me. It's really terrific having a guy eat you out right after you've been fucked. My cunt was so sensitive by the time he put his tongue into it that I'd just scream with excitement. Sometimes he made me come all over again just by licking his cum out of me."
"Are you gonna suck my cock or not?" Hal asked, the impatience clear in his tone.
Hando Rubosa cupped his hand to his ear, trying to hear what the young couple were talking about. Perhaps he should take a chance on sneaking closer. He decided against that. If they discovered him, he would not get to watch them have sex. As it was, he was sure he was about to see the girl fellate the big blond male, just the way it was sometimes done to him during the Ritual. By now, though, he had grown so used to that that it hardly seemed sexual any more. It was simply something he did because Marta told him he had to do it. It was how they got money. Everything was a way to get money, it seemed. Had this blond man paid the woman to do what she was doing now?
Hando watched, his black eyes wide, as the brown-haired woman bent forward, her full, lush-looking lips closing over the shiny head of the man's penis.
"Aw, shit," Hal moaned, "your mouth is so hot, it feels like an oven. Aw, shit, use your tongue on my tip, under the ridge of it, just like that. Ah, yeah, that feels so gooo-ooood."
As she sucked wildly at the apricot-shaped head of his cock, Candy's fingers caressed the shaft lovingly, treating it as though it were a finely carved piece of art. She stroked eagerly, her breath coming in short, frantic bursts as she continued to flick her tiny pink tongue over the smooth surface of his leaking head. Her mouth was filled with the sweet, earthy flavor of his generously flowing precum, and she swallowed eagerly, loving the lewdly exciting taste of it. Soft, mewling sounds came from her throat, the cries of a sex-crazed animal. Her fingertips felt the bluish veins that ran along his nine-inch pole of virile masculinity. They pulsed under her touch, forcing even more of his lust-heated blood into his already bursting erection.
Hal's hair-covered loins began moving forward and back, the muscles of his trim buttocks knotting and loosening as the girl continued to suction at his throbbing tip. Her small, smooth, hands were everywhere at once, drawing up and down the length of his burgeoning erection, lifting and weighing his huge, rolling balls, tenderly teasing the leathery sac of his scrotum, running over the thousands of screaming nerve endings in his inner thighs.
Again and again, her wet tongue licked salaciously over the bulbous head of his totally excited prick. He gasped aloud and shivered with excitement. The extreme warmth of her saliva almost burned him. The brown-haired girl, naked, her body writhing with passion, moaned as though she had been starved for a month and was now gorging herself at the most lavish banquet one could imagine.
From his hiding place, Hando could hear her groans. She sounded like some of the women who came to see Marta, the atmosphere and Marta's secret potions turning them into lewdly aroused animals. This was more exciting to him, though, because he could stand back and watch it all happen. Instead of his being in the eye of the whirlpool, the blond man, so totally different in appearance from him, was on the receiving end of all that unbridled passion. As though they had a mind of their own, Hando's long, slim fingers unbuttoned his skin tight pants and reached inside the gap seeking the huge, coiled snake that lay within. With extreme effort, they pulled it forth, eleven inches of hard, pulsating male meat. The long foreskin draped his fist-shaped cockhead as though it were hiding something so exciting it had to be kept from human eyes. Hando's hand wrapped around his burgeoning stalk, and he marveled at the hard, hot feel of it. He was ready to explode, just from watching the lewd antics of the couple in the clearing. Slowly, his hand began to move.
Candy moved her soft, pink lips down the turgid length of Hal's rock hard penis. As she moved, her tongue tasted the salty flavor of it. The tangy essence excited her even more. She drew her mouth into a tight, demanding oval, sliding it over his taut prick flesh like a custom fitted metal ring. The warmth of her embracing lips enclosed Hal's penis with a heavy pressure. His arousal was complete, and he tossed his head from side to side, animal groans issuing from his half-parted, gasping lips. His body shuddered with repeated waves of raw, open lust. He could feel every swipe of Candy's naked, coaxing tongue. It drove him onward down the one way path of total sexual abandon. Why could Sandra not be even a little like this? Her lovemaking was so cold, so predictable. Before he could get her to take his penis into her mouth, he had to get her so sloppy drunk she usually passed out before he reached climax. Besides that, her sucking was totally uninspired. He wished he knew why it was that Candy seemed so fantastically different from his wife. They had grown up together, always been best of friends. Why had not Candy taught Sandra a few things along the way? Hal shuddered, the heavy muscles of his back rippling with excitement. He shoved his penis deeply into her throat, expecting her to choke on the extreme thickness of it the way Sandra always did. Candy did not gag. She took everything he had to give, swallowing deeply and fluttering the tightly constricting muscles of her throat around the throbbing length of his agitated organ of lust. This girl was a real expert. Her sucking was no half-hearted effort. This was real fellatio, performed as nature intended.
"Oh, baby," Hal groaned. "You suck it so good. Oh, God, I can feel it way down in my guts. Suck my guts out, baby. Make me come hard right down your hot, tight gullet."
He groaned loudly as the engulfing wetness of Candy's mouth and throat closed relentlessly around his thick, throbbing prick. He looked down at the beauty of her naked body, her large, melon-shaped breasts swaying and bobbing as she worked on his hard cock. Her mouth moved hungrily over his taut flesh, and he could watch it all, seeing the soft lushness of her full lips as they moved up and down the ivory smoothness of his hardened prick. It was so exciting. Why could it never be like this with Sandra?
Candy squeezed his swollen, sperm-filled testicles with her soft palm, milking him, coaxing the sticky semen to the boiling point. They were heavy, loaded with living matter, waiting to explode down the girl's greedy throat.
Grabbing the back of Candy's head with both hands, Hal pushed hard into her tightly held mouth, shoving far into her throat. As before, she took it all, contracting her muscles around his hardness. She breathed excitedly through flaring nostrils, her breath ruffling his lush pubic curls. He pushed again and then pulled out of her. He was fucking her mouth, his hips and pelvis moving in exactly the same pattern as if he were screwing into her enflamed pussy. In, out in out again. The constant friction against the head and length of his flaming penis took its toll, and suddenly he was coming.
"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaa!" he cried, his shout echoing off the trees.
Hal threw his head back and cried out again and again. His pelvis shook, out of control, and he shoved into the woman's face, brutally bruising the back of her throat with the hard end of his vomiting sex tool. His gonads pumped out their sweet syrup, acting like a pair of tiny engines as they churned and ached with activity. The flow of sperm surged up through his swollen urethra and out through the quivering slit in the tip of his huge erection. It splattered into Candy's sucking gullet, and she gulped it down frantically, afraid she might lose even one drop.
The gushing spurts of male milk slid down her throat to swirl heatedly in her belly as she continued to gulp, bringing exquisite pressure to bear along the whole length of Hal's throbbing member. He moaned and groaned, his body wracked with the delightful pain of prolonged orgasm.
Candy lifted her head at last, her pink tongue licking the rest of his fresh, thick semen from her lips. "Christ, Hal, you're tremendous. You pack a real load too."
"Did I taste good to you, baby?" Hal asked, his voice weak and his muscular body shaking with exhaustion.
"First rate. As good as any man I ever had before." She lay back in the smoothly caressing grass, her body wiggling salaciously, ready to be teased to orgasm. "Why don't you rest for a few minutes?" she suggested. "I'll wait."
"Maybe we better get back to the station. They'll be needing me."
"No way, honey. I'm not ending this little show until I've had that huge prick of yours all the way up into my belly. I'm hungry for cock, and I don't care who knows it."
Hal grinned, lying down beside her in the grass and running his big hand across the smoothness of her stomach. "I'll say you're cock hungry, baby, and I love it. I can hardly wait for you to come. I bet your cunt will rip me to pieces." His fingers found their way to Candy's large, up-pointing breasts, and he squeezed them, digging his fingertips into their buttery surface.
Candy squirmed beneath his touch, more excited than she could remember being in a long time. "Oh, Christ, baby, the way I feel, we might end up staying here all night!"
Chapter Three
"Where is my husband?" Sandra demanded as she rolled down the window of the car.
"He's out, Ma'am."
Sandra scowled at Jerry, Hal's assistant. There was something about the boy she did not like, a sort of self-conscious arrogance that she did not appreciate. Did he not know she was his boss's wife?
"Out? In the middle of the day? Where is he?" She tapped her fingers nervously on the rim of the steering wheel.
"On an errand, Mrs. Jeski." The boy turned back to the car he was servicing.
"When will he be back?" she asked, her voice shrill.
"I don't know, Ma'am." Jerry looked at her again, leveling her with his blue eyes. "He didn't tell me."
"I'm having trouble with the car. Can I leave it here?"
"Sure, Mrs. Jeski. After all, your husband's the boss."
Sandra turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. She was suddenly aware of how Jerry was looking at her, his eyes sliding up and down the length of her slim body. She must be mistaken, she decided. He was only a teen-ager. He could not be interested in her. After all, she was a married woman. Of course, she was only twenty-four, probably about six or seven years older than he was. To her surprise, Sandra found herself doing some looking of her own. Jerry was handsome, slim and rangy looking, with a large bulge in the crotch of his tight pants, almost as big a bulge as Hal's, she thought. She wondered if he went home as tired as Hal so often claimed to be. Even if he were tired, he probably still had stamina enough to take on five women like her. That was the way Hal had been when they first got married and before. The last few months or so it seemed to her he had been tired most of the time. It probably had a lot to do with his (Jverseeing construction of their new house. Well, that was done now, and perhaps their sex life would return to normal.
"You'll have to drive me home," Sandra said to Jerry. "Can you get away to do that?" She was still annoyed. Why was Hal not at the garage, the way he was supposed to be at this time of day?
"Yes, Ma'am. Fll turn things over to Solly. He runs the pumps, and so he'll be here anyhow." He wiped his hands on an oily rag, his blue eyes still appraising Sandra.
Sandra went around to the passenger side and got into the car. Jerry slid in behind the wheel and started the engine. The woman was immediately aware of the smell of him, a mixture of grease and boyish sweat. The smell was exciting, reminding her of Hal, especially in the days when she had first known him. Excitedly, she remembered their first time. He had been shy, actually blushing as he touched her. She was shaking all over, knowing that as the young mechanic put his hands on her he was claiming everything she had.
"Don't Hal. I can't... It's too exciting... wicked. We shouldn't..." He stopped her with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Sandra felt her resistance melting as his big, work-roughened hands came up to cup her small, firm breasts.
He could feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. They were swelling with excitement in response to his softly kneading fingers. Hal had to have her. They had been going together for a month now, and she had hardly let him touch her. Tonight, he had decided, it would be different. Hal was so aroused he was near explosion. He began thinking about their date early in the day, thinking about Sandra's slim, teen-age body, her fine, pointed breasts, her long, tapering legs. Tonight, after the movie, they would be completely alone. He could do as he liked. If he drove the car far enough out into the country, Sandra would have no choice but to go along with whatever he wanted to do. Hal was so hungry for her that he was ready to rape her if he had to. That would mean Sandra would have nothing more to do with him, but by now he did not care. He simply had to have her. What if she went to the police and reported him? No, he decided, Sandra would never do that. She could not bear the embarrassment.
"Don't, Hal. I can't stand it. I can't help myself!" She squirmed in his arms, trying to get away from his questing, exploring hands.
Reaching one arm around her slim back, Hal held her tightly. "No," he said, his voice harsh. "You're not getting away this time. I've had enough of that."
"What do you mean?" Sandra asked, fear creeping into her tone.
"You been putting me off for a month, teasing me, leading me on, always promising more than you're willing to put out. Tonight I'm going to collect."
"No, Hal, no! I've done no such thing. I'm a good girl. Mamma told me ..." She tried to push him away.
"Fuck Mamma!" Hal snapped. "I don't give a damn what she told you. Now you're here with me, and we're going to play the game my way."
"Let me out. I'm going to walk home."
He laughed. "It's over five miles, and there's nothing between here and there, no place to call, no place to get a ride. You're stuck, baby, and you're going to do as I say. We're gonna have a real good time." His fingers scrabbled at the front of her blouse. Finding the buttons, he pulled them open, ripping two of them off in the process.
Sandra screamed again and again, continuing to struggle with the hugely muscled mechanic. Hal laughed, his voice cruel and harsh. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. There was nothing
Sandra could do to stop him, and they both knew it. Besides, her useless struggle was extremely exciting to him. He was strong, in control, capable of forcing his will on the girl. He was an inflamed rapist, and he would not be satisfied until he opened her up and took her virginity. The very thought of pulling her slim legs apart and burrowing into her succulent pussy made Hal shiver with raw passion.
Reaching into her gaping blouse, the big mechanic grasped the alabaster orb of her right breast. He squeezed it between his rough, blunt fingers, pinching the rubbery flesh until Sandra cried out in pain.
"Please, please stop, Hal. That hurts," she sobbed.
"I know it hurts, baby, and it's nothing to what you're going to feel before we're through tonight. I'm gonna take you, babe. I'm sick of farting around." He pushed her ripped blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. She sat naked to the waist, quivering with fear.
Sandra's terror was having an interesting effect. She had never in her life been so frightened. Hal might do anything he wanted. He could kill her if he decided to do so, leaving her body in a beaten, crumpled heap by the side of the road. She was completely at his mercy.
To her surprise, she found herself terribly excited by her very vulnerable position. Anything that happened was beyond her control. She had no responsibility in the matter. If he raped her, there was nothing she could do but lie back and try to make the best of it.
A warmness began between her thighs. What if he raped her? What if he forced his huge cock between the quivering lips of her fleecy cleft? What would that feel like? She had to admit she was very curious. The other girls, the ones who had tried it, told her that sex with a man was wonderful, nearly beyond description. Up to now, her sense of guilt had kept her from doing more than dreaming about it. Now, suddenly, she had no choice in the matter. Her fear was rapidly turning into sensual desire. Besides everything else, she really liked Hal. If she were to have sex with anyone, she wanted it to be him. Suddenly, she was relaxed.
"That's the way, baby," Hal whispered. "Just let yourself go. Let yourself understand how goddamn good it feels. It's nice when I play with your tits like this. Doesn't it make you feel all tingly all over?"
"Oh, oh yes," Sandra answered, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. "It feels good, Hal, so gooooood!" She stretched languidly, like a cat on a warm windowsill. All at once she realized she was the object of sensual worship. Hal's hands were finding new zones of arousal each second. She basked in the attention, feeling wicked and lewdly alive. While she was still unsure of herself, Sandra was going forward. Hal's hands moving over her body made it impossible to hold back any longer. Now being only half nude seemed too confining.
When Hal reached for her zipper, Sandra guided his fingers. He found the zipper slide and slowly worked it down its track, loosening her skirt. His hands pulled at the top of it, working it down over her creamy thighs. Sandra lifted her softly rounded buttocks and let him slide her skirt off and down ner legs. Now she wore only panties, pantihose, and loafers.
"Shit, you're beautiful," Hal mumbled as he pulled her shoes off and let them fall to the floor of the car.
Sandra giggled excitedly and arched her back, pushing her firm young breasts forward invitingly. Her brownish nipples stood out sharply, fully erect now and burning with sexual tension. Hal took them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed gently, twirling them and making them tingle even more.
"Ooooouuuuuuu," Sandra moaned. "Oh, Hal, you're making me feel just terrific. I wish it weren't so wrong."
"Just can that shit, baby. Anything that feels good ain't wrong. Just remember that, and you'll be okay."
"If you say so, Hal," Sandra whispered, smiling at him and blinking her large, blue eyes. She was his now, and both of them were fully aware of it. He was in charge, and she would follow wherever he led her.
Still pinching the girl's sensitive nipples, Hal bent to kiss the lush, upper curve of her breasts. Sandra groaned with pleasure.
"You're not afraid any more, are you?" the blond mechanic whispered.
"No, oh, no," she answered, and suddenly she knew she meant it. The fear was gone, totally swept away by Hal's big, expert hands and by his warm, rubbery lips caressing her silken flesh. New images formed in her racing mind, ideas she had not dared to focus on ever before. She could imagine the two of them naked, touching one another again and again. She could see herself, fondling Hal's gigantic, throbbing penis, studying it, feeling every bump and vein of it. She wondered whether it would be as big as she suspected it was, and she quivered with excitement.
"I can teach you a lot about really enjoying yourself if you think you're ready to learn." His left hand rested on her thigh, massaging it gently and sending new tremors of lust through her already aroused body.
"I'm ready, Hal, more ready than I've ever been for anything." She listened to her voice, hardly able to believe she was forming the words... words so contrary to everything she had been taught all her life.
She shook with waves of lustful passion. New sensations made themselves felt between her hotly alive thighs. She could feel the soaking drops of moisture gathering at the taut lips of her virgin pussy. She was getting ready. Her body was preparing itself. The idea of that excited her even more.
Hal's fingertips moved now to the elastic band of her pantihose. Sandra gasped as he began pulling them down. Again, she raised her buttocks, letting him slip the filmy garment down over them to her dainty, girlish knees. She helped as he pushed them down her lower legs, and both of them worked over her narrow feet. Now all Sandra wore were her tiny bikini panties, and she felt free, more liberated than she had ever been. Throwing back her head, she laughed, the sound carrying with it all the lewd sensations she was feeling so intensely.
"What's so funny?" Hal asked.
"Nothing. No, everything. Oh, I don't know." She squirmed on the seat, the leather upholstery intimately caressing \her bare back.
"Do something for me, will you?" Hal asked, his breathing quickening.
"Anything."
"Spread your legs a little. I want to feel your sweet little cunt right through your panties. You know, I just want to tease myself a bit before I strip them off you."
Hurriedly, Sandra spread her long legs, looking down the length of her body at her carefully protected pussy. She could see its outline clearly in her flimsy panties. Hal's hand moved across her creamy white thigh, and he paused for a moment to run his fingers up and down the inner part of it, bringing soft mewling moans from her straining throat. She heard his breathing grow more shallow, and then he touched her crotch. He moved his fingers up and down slowly, rubbing her soft cunt through the filmy white fabric. She squirmed on the seat, delighted at the salacious feelings that coursed through her body.
"Oh, God, that's beautiful, so warm and ready and ripe. I can hardly wait to taste it."
"Taste it? What do you mean?" Sandra asked, mystified.
"A sweet little virgin pussy like this one deserves a lot more than having a hard cock rammed into it. I'm gonna suck, and kiss, and lick you there until you beg for mercy."
"Oh, God, Hal," Sandra exclaimed, quivering from head to toe. "I'll die!"
"No you won't, babe. You'll love every second of it, and you'll scream for me to keep going." His fingers continued working up and down along the hot crease of Sandra's cunt. He could feel the moistness of the slit as it soaked through the filmy cloth of her tiny briefs.
"Hal," Sandra whispered, "can I ask you something?" She spread her slim legs wider apart, letting him work his whole hand against her seeping pussy. The continuous movement of it against her tenderest flesh had her nearly out of her mind with passion.
"Sure," he grunted. "What is it?"
"Why don't you take your clothes off too?
I want to see you naked."
"How come? You want to see my cock?" He was teasing her, and she knew it. Her reply came quickly, and it surprised her as much as it did Hal.
"Yes! I'm dying to see it. I want to hold it in my palm and squeeze it until you groan. I want to make you feel just the way I feel now with your hand massaging my place."
Hal did not answer with words. Instead, he pulled his tight T-shirt off over his head, exposing his broad, nearly hairless chest. With a tiny grunt of approval, Sandra began to run her fingertips over the marble smooth flesh. It was hot to her touch but as glossy and flawless as a classically carved statue. She touched his tiny rosebud nipple, and her fingers pinched it as he had done to her.
"Hey," Hal said, chuckling, "You're getting pretty bold, aren't you?"
"Why shouldn't I? I'm here to learn, remember?" She watched in wonder as his tawny brown nipple grew erect, a tiny version of her own.
Hal reached down and pulled off his boots and socks. Now all that remained were his tight, faded jeans. Taking Sandra's hand he moved it down along his chest to his belt line. "How'd you like to help me? You want to take off my pants for me?"
She giggled. "Ooooou, yes. It'll be like opening presents at Christmas!" She found the catch of his heavy brass buckle and loosened his belt. Next, her fingers located the button at the waist of his pants, and she opened it deftly, hardly fumbling.
"You're real good at this," Hal said lightly. "Almost like you've had experience."
"None 'til now!" Sandra answered, running her fingers down into the gap in Hal's pants to feel the fringes of his lush pubic forest.
He took her hand again and slowly moved it downward. Then he pressed down, pushing her palm against his penis. All that stood between was the thin, faded denim of his Levi's. Sandra gasped with excitement.
"It's so hard!" she said. "I never felt anything so hard. It's like steel."
"It's hard for you, baby, all for you. Now unzip me and I'll let you feel the real thing."
Hurrying, Sandra found his* zipper with her fingertips. She pulled it down as quickly as she could, Hal arching his hips upward to ease the process. She sat back and looked at him. The thick blond curls in his groin were clearly visible, as was the thick, strong looking base of his engorged phallus.
Grunting, Hal lifted his trim buttocks from the seat and pushed his tight pants down to his knees. His huge, inflamed cock flopped into view, the scent of it flooding the car. Sandra inhaled through flaring nostrils, her body soaring to new heights of unbridled passion. The odor of Hal's crotch was tangy and unbearably exciting. The sensation of it went directly to her quivering pussy, and she felt the seeping liquids increase in volume. She closed her eyes and lay back in the seat, ready for whatever came next.
Chapter Four
"It sure is quiet here, ain't it?" Jerry said in a low voice.
Sandra opened her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind. "What?" she asked. "Why are we stopped?"
"I just wanted to show you one of my favorite places is all. It's real secluded and secret."
Sandra looked around. They were completely surrounded by trees and bushes, the green lushness crowding right up against the car windows. Her thoughts had been so completely occupied with the past that she had no idea where they were or how they had arrived there.
"Yes, it's very nice," she mumbled, trying to keep the panic from rising to the surface. She was alone with her husband's teen-age assistant, and there was no telling what was on his mind. She eyed him carefully, trying to keep him from seeing that she was doing so. Sure enough, there was a thick, prominent ridge extending down one leg of his tight pants. It looked as large as Hal's and was fully as hard as his was capable of growing.
Her voice was even and controlled as she spoke again. "Start the car now, Jerry, and drive me home. I have things to do."
The blond youth grinned at her and settled back against the door of the car, folding his arms across his chest. "Aw, hell, Ma'am, don't be in a hurry. It's so nice and private here, I thought you and I might get better acquainted."
"Take me home!" There was a slight quiver in her voice now. Who did this boy think she was? She was his employer's wife. If she were to tell Hal about this, he would fire Jerry on the spot. The anger flared up in her, suddenly, unexpectedly. "Take me home right now!" she shouted, her voice shrill and demanding.
"Aw calm down, Mrs. Jeski. Or should I call you Sandy?" He reached out for her.
Sandra slapped his hand away. "Young man, this is ridiculous. I've a good mind to tell my husband about this."
The boy's face fell, his confident smile replaced by lines of worry. "Aw, please, Ma'am, you wouldn't do that, would you?" His voice was pleading.
"I fully intend to. Why would you try to pull something like this, anyway?"
"If you want to know the truth," Jerry blurted, "I felt kinda sorry for you. I thought you deserved treatment as good as what your husband's getting this afternoon." He started the engine.
"What are you talking about?" Sandra demanded.
"Nothing. Forget it." He gunned the engine and started off down the country road, heading for the highway.
"I will not forget it. What did you mean by treatment? Where is my husband, anyway?"
Jerry glanced over at her. A glimmer of cunning flickered behind his eyes. "I'll tell you, if you promise not to report me to the boss."
"It doesn't seem to me you're in a position to bargain," Sandra snapped, her hands balling into small, hard fists.
Jerry shrugged his shoulders. "Why shouldn't I bargain? If I'm going to lose my job anyhow, why should I tell you anything?"
Sandra scowled angrily. The boy was perfectly right. If she wanted to know where Hal was, she would have to play Jerry's silly game. "Oh, very well," she said. "I won't tell him this time, but if you ever try to pull anything like this on me again, I'll go to him instantly."
"Don't worry, Ma'am. I've learned my lesson."
"Well, where is he?"
"I don't know that."
"What?" Sandra asked, hardly believing her ears. "What's this little talk all been about then?"
"I don't know where he is, but I do know who he's with. It's a woman."
"Oh, really?" Sandra said, trying not to sound too interested. "What's this woman's name? Is she a customer?"
"Not a regular. She's just started coming to the station the last couple of weeks. She's a real looker."
"I asked you her name."
"I don't know that. She never uses a credit card. She's got brown hair and pretty eyes. They're sort of green with little specks of dark brown in them, and she's got a terrific figure, big tits. Pardon me, Ma'am. I mean bosoms."
Sandra was smoldering. From the description, she knew there was only one person it could be-Candy. "When did they leave the station?" she asked evenly.
"Quite a while before you came in, Mrs. Jeski. Mr. Jeski said he was going out with the lady to listen to a noise in her engine."
I bet, Sandra thought. She should have known. The special attention Candy paid to Hal at the dinner party was all too obvious. The viper. She could not hold onto a husband of her own, so now she was out to take Sandra's, and the big, stupid lug was going along with it. She could hardly wait until Hal got home. She would give him a surprise he would never forget.
"Here's the house," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am, I know," Jerry answered. He pulled her car into the driveway and stopped. Jumping out, he ran around to the passenger side to let Sandra out.
"Thank you, Jefry. That's very nice of you," Sandra said, sliding out of the car. As she did so, her skirt hiked up high on her thigh, revealing the creamy whiteness of it to the hot-blooded youth. She brushed against him, the firm pointedness of her breast pressing against his arm. "Oh, excuse me," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am. My fault, Ma'am."
As Sandra started for the house, Jerry stood watching her, his eyes on the trim roundness of her flaring buttocks.
"Ma'am?" he called.
Sandra turned. "Yes?" she asked.
Jerry strode over to her, his growing sexual excitement making it awkward for him to move easily in his tight Levi's. "Ma'am, you will keep your promise, won't you? I mean, you won't tell the boss about..."
"Relax, Jerry. Your secret is safe with me." She patted his arm.
"There's one other thing." The youth hung his head as though afraid to ask.
"What's that?" Her hand lingered on Jerry's arm, feeling the hardness of his muscle.
"You won't tell your husband about my squealing on him, will you? I wouldn't want him to know I'd told."
Sandra smiled warmly. "Of course not. Good-bye, Jerry." Giving his arm a final squeeze, she turned and walked into the house.
Chapter Five
Hando Rubosa's hand moved rapidly, pounding at the hardness of his rigid, eleven-inch penis. His eyes burned with the hot fires of desire as he watched the couple in the grass. After the brown-haired woman had sucked him to climax, the muscular blond adonis lay in the grass, his hands idly stroking her lushly rounded breasts. Little by little, he regained his strength. As Hando watched, the man's spent penis had grown inch by inch, turning from a flaccid worm of flesh into a strong, nine-inch giant standing straight up from his hair-matted groin. The huge penis jerked with excitement, and the man moved more and more quickly, his hands descending slowly to cup the woman's fleecy crotch. She spread her long, tapered legs wide, splaying them open to give him plenty of room to operate. Hando saw his big, blunt fingers find their way between the taut, moisture laden lips of her nether mouth and heard her moan with raw, unbridled passion, her curvaceous body squirming lasciviously on the ground.
"Aw, shit," Candy groaned. "You gotta fuck me, Hal. You gotta bang my cunt now, or I'm gonna go crazy. I gotta have your big, hard cock in me, quick!"
"Sure, Candy, sure. I'm hot, and hard, and ready for you."
"I know. I can see that," she answered, giggling as she wound her fingers around his candlestick cock. "Ouuuuu, Hal, it's so hard and stiff, just like I want it to be. Oh, I can't wait to have that thing poking into me. Hurry!" Her voice was gruff, ragged with passion. Her eyes burned darkly as she looked at the hugely blunt head of his phallic giant. She squeezed lightly, and a * large shiny drop oozed temptingly from the long, deep slit in its tip. She bent down and caught it on the end of her tongue.
"Hey, you're not going to suck me off again, are you?"
She shook her head. "No way, baby. This time you're gonna screw the living shit out of me." Candy was crude, completely dif-ferent from his wife, and he loved the contrast. A shiver of passion ran through his body, making his cock jerk lewdly from side to side.
Candy laughed. "Look how hungry he is for me. That big, thick baby of yours has a mind of his own."
"You goddamn bet you he does. It's given me plenty of trouble too. He works overtime."
"Well, then, let's give him a reward for all that work, shall we? You just lie there on your back, and I'll take care of everything." Candy got to her knees, brushing the stray strands of grass from her back and buttocks. She looked down at Hal's supine body and grinned wantonly. He was beautiful, like a model from a magazine for liberated women. The afternoon sun glinted off his bronze colored hair and shown softly on his broad, smoothly muscled chest. He could have been a champion weight lifter, but she knew he was not. All this beauty came naturally, and the big stud had the sort of sexy, casual manner that came with that kind of naturalness. This had always been his, and he was used to it. He simply took it for granted.
She positioned herself with one knee on either side of Hal's narrow hips, her long, sharp fingernails tracing teasing lines down the length of his chest. Hal grunted with satisfaction. He liked having a woman service him. When Candy sucked him off, he was in all his glory, being worshipped for the fullness of his masculinity. This experience would be as exciting and as satisfying. Candy would be doing the screwing. She would be doing all the work. All he had to do was lie there and watch until the cum came vomiting out of him into her coaxing cuntal mouth. Why could it never be like this with Sandra? She lay there on their new innerspring mattress like a queen, expecting him to satisfy her. She never gave the slightest indication that she wanted him to be happy.
Her hazel eyes on Hal's upturned face, Candy began to lower her body. She moved slowly, deliberately tantalizing him with the swaying movement of her pendulous breasts. A lewd smile played across her full, red lips, and she licked them in excited anticipation of what was to come. She could feel the female juices churning within her, a building tidal wave of passion. When she climaxed, she would drown Hal's jerking cock in musky, syrupy wetness.
The touch of her fingers on his chest and flat belly made Hal shiver and groan with wanton lust. "Hurry up," he said, his voice tight. "I gotta have you. I gotta have f uckin' right now!"
Candy grinned down at him. "That's the kind of talk I like to hear from a man, honey. I like to know you need it as bad as I do."
"Oh, yessssssss, yessssssss, I need it bad," he hissed, tossing his head from side to side in the long grass.
The burgeoning tip of his phallus touched her pouting cunt lips, and Candy let out a little gasp of passion. It would not be long now. She could feel the blood swelling the edges of her burning slit, turning them red, making them hard and all the more ready to gulp down his raging shaft of steely flesh.
"Push down! Push nowwwwww!" Hal groaned.
With one quick downward thrust, Candy took him, burying the fleshy head of his prick hotly in her moist, quivering flesh. The sensation of fullness overwhelmed her. This was how she liked it. This was the way it should be-all the time. The girl threw her head back and howle, d like an animal in high heat.
As he continued to pump his huge, distended penis, Hando Rubosa smiled. How he would love to use this pair at an initiation ceremony. No one who watched them in action could ever forget. Perhaps there was a way. Things had a strange way of coming to pass.
"Oh, Hal, Hal baby, it's so deep inside me. It's way up in my belly!" Candy gurgled, her body writhing over his, the pinkness of her tongue darting out to lick her full, parted lips. Her flat stomach heaved with excitement, and her large breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically. She leaned forward, seeking further penetration, and Hal cupped one of his big palms under each rounded breast, marvelously aware of the silken softness of their flesh. His cock was deeply imbedded, hugged tightly by the demandingly moist lips of her trembling pussy. Each time she moved, he bored in deeper, bringing thick groans of passion from his drooling lips.
"Pump hard, honey," he moaned. "I gotta come. If I don't come, I'm gonna die."
Candy leaned further, her naked breasts brushing against his cheeks. His lips closed quickly over one of her brownish nipples, and he lashed his wet tongue across it again and again, feeling the soft crinkles of her flesh.
Hal moved his hands down to caress her wildly gyrating buttocks. He pulled the soft, fleshy cheeks wide apart, letting the cool air rush in to play along her long, hairless crack. Candy moaned, soulful, mewling sounds coming from her throat as Hal probed his fingers between her flared cheeks. He found her tightly puckered ring and ran over the edges of her anal muscles.
"Awwwww, Christ, stick your finger up my ass. Open it up. Dig in and make me hurt!"
With a lewd grunt, Hal jammed the hard bluntness of his middle finger into the girl's tight anal tube. She screamed with pain, writhing and spasming, her distended cunt lips biting down harder than before on the base of his throbbing prick.
"More. Make it hurt more," she sobbed.
Without mercy, he worked a second finger in next to the first, wiggling the two of them around inside her, distending and stretching the taut muscles of her rectal passage.
"Oooooooooh, yessssssss. Hurts. Hurts so good. Oh, God, I'm commmmmmmm-mming!" she gasped, her voice a hoarse parody of itself. Pushing down as hard as she could on the hard pole of Hal's up-pointing penis, she climaxed, the hot liquids flooding out of her to bathe his cock in wetness.
With a sudden choke of passion, Hal felt his balls erupt. Huge, boiling gobs of sperm shouted up his penile tube and out through the swollen slit of, his flaring cockhead, landing deep in her body and trickling back down his hard shaft to pool on his flat pelvis.
Candy shuddered from head to toe, her head tossing from side to side and her knees pressing frantically into the sides of his heaving body. "Aw, shit," she moaned as she gasped from the harshness of exertion, "That was tremendous. Hurry up and let's do it again."
"Again? Something tells me I'm finished. I already came twice. My nuts are aching so bad I can hardly stand it. You got me drained, baby."
She stretched out languorously across the length of his hot, sweating body, giggling softly as she writhed against his damp flesh. Working her way downward, she kissed his broad, bronze chest, letting her tongue flick out to tease his hard little nipples. She licked at his belly and dug her tongue into the warm depths of his big navel, tasting the remains of his cum and her cunt runnings. Reaching the thick curls of his pubis, she combed through them with her teeth, making him grunt at the small jolts of pain her pulling produced.
Taking the spongy head of his prick between her lips, Candy swirled her tongue around the flaring rim of it, exciting a thousand nerve endings and causing the organ to reawaken. Despite his exhaustion, Hal found himself growing erect, his body readying itself once more for action.
"I can't," he said, his voice choked with passion. "I gotta get back to the station." Even as he said it, he knew he would fuck her again, and again, and again for as long as she commanded him to do it.
His head thrown back, Hando Rubosa snorted loudly through flaring nostrils. The hot, white sperm spewed forth from his flaming prick tip to splatter on the green leaves and the tall grass before him.
Through slitted eyes he watched the young couple in the clearing. Even though it seemed impossible, they were getting ready for another passion filled round of raw animal sex. Somehow he had to bring them into the fold, to channel their energy, to use them for the exciting purposes Marta had explained to him so often.
Still, how could he let her know about them? She would wonder how he knew what they had been up to in the quiet of the woods. Before she was through with her demanding, probing questions, she would know that he had done the unforgivable. He had spilled a load of fresh seed, wasting it on the grass. No, he would do nothing. If something were meant to work out, it would work out.
Quietly, Hando sat back to watch the performance before him, absentmindedly bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick away the sticky drops of semen which clung to them.
Chapter Six
"Jesus Christ," Hal moaned, glancing at his watch. "It's going on six o'clock. I gotta get home, or Sandra's gonna be furious."
"So what?" Candy asked, smirking at him as she buttoned her clothes. "Wasn't the afternoon worth it?"
"Of course it was. You know that. I just don't want her to ask too many questions, that's.all. I'd hate to have her watching what I do too closely."
"So would I, especially now that we've gotten together. I'd like to do this with you a lot more."
"Same here, baby. Same here."
"Finish dressing, and I'll drive you back to the station."
Hal jumped out of Candy's car and strode across the parking lot. He waved at Jerry. "Any problems?" he called out.
Jerry shook his head no and watched as Hal got into his truck, started the engine, and took off for home. You bastard, Jerry thought. You think you're going home to a pleasant evening with your wife after screwing hell out of that cute little hazel-eyed bitch all afternoon. Well, it might just not be as pleasant as you think. He walked into the garage, ready to finish working on Sandra's car.
When Hal pulled into the driveway, he noticed that his wife's car was nowhere in sight. Why would she be out at this time of day? It was very unlike her. He was used to having dinner hot and waiting on the table when he walked through the front door. Oh, well, maybe it was just as well if she were not home tonight. It was going to be a little hard facing her after spending the whole afternoon in the woods fucking her best friend.
As Hal closed the door behind him, he saw to his surprise that Sandra was sitting in the living room. Her back was to him, and she did not look up when he came in. He sniffed the air. There was no dinner cooking.
"Are you okay, Sandra?" he asked.
She did not answer. Hal was beginning to worry. Every major fight they had had began with the silent treatment. Sandra expected him to guess what was troubling her, and when he could not read her mind, she blew up at him. God, he thought, I don't need that, not tonight of all nights.
He walked into the living room and stood right next to her chair. It was just as well to get the confrontation over as quickly as possible. That way maybe there would be some sort of settlement before the evening was over. "I asked if you're okay," he said quietly.
Sandra looked up at him, hatred smoldering in her eyes, and then, before he could step away, she grabbed the crotch of his pants. Hal let out a pained yelp as her fingers pinched his sensitive gonads. With her free hand, she yanked down his zipper and reached into the gap in the front of his jeans. Looping five fingers around the flaccid stalk of his long penis, she pulled it out into the light.
"What the hell is going on?" Hal asked. Sandra never acted like this, never. She was the passive one. That was the way it had always been.
She smirked up at him, a cruel gleam in her eyes. "I just wanted to check it out. I thought maybe the skin would be rubbed off, you know, from too much exertion." She gave his vulnerable shaft a hard squeeze.
"I don't know what you mean," Hal stammered, trying to back away. It was no use. Sandra had him exactly where she wanted him, her hands on his penis and balls. Her long fingernails dug into his tender flesh, and, despite himself, Hal could feel his prick beginning to harden.
"I know who you were with this afternoon, so come off the act!" she replied, spitting out the words and digging her nails even harder into his balls.
Hal's heart was pounding. How had she found out? Who had told her? Had she seen the two of them in the woods? "Sure," he said, trying to sound casual. "Candy came by and said there was some kind of noise in her engine. She asked me to go for a ride with her to listen to it, and I did. I would have done the same for any customer."
"And stayed out all afternoon? An hour ago or less I called your garage to see if my car was done, and I found out you were still away."
"Uh, I had some errands to do."
"Bull shit!" Sandra shouted, almost stumbling over the unaccustomed words. "I bet you were out some place with Candy, and I bet she did this." Before he even knew what was happening, Sandra leaned to- ward him and sucked his thick, stiffening penis into her mouth. Her wet tongue slid over its shining tip, caressing it lewdly, bringing him rapidly to full hardness, making the engorging blood pump through his expanding veins.
"My God, Sandra, this isn't like you! It's, oh, my God, it's tremendous!" He arched his hips forward as her sucking grew even more intense.
Sandra's long fingers spider-tracked over her husband's balls, feeling the smooth, hair-studded flesh and raising goose bumps on his legs and thighs. She had decided to take what was hers. Why should another woman, even her best friend, have it? If he could spend his afternoon having sex with Candy, he could spend the evening taking care of his wife. Sandra licked at his burgeoning shaft, swirling her tongue over it and tasting his dried mansweat. She wondered whether she was picking up the flavor of Candy as well, but pushed the thought from her mind. Right now, Hal and his immense equipment were hers, and she was in total control.
Low, mewling sounds came from Hal's throat. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back and gasped for breath. "Jesus, baby, suck me. Suck hell out of me. Oh, shit, it feels so gooooooood!"
He could hear the slurping sounds of her sucking mouth. She was like a calf nursing at its mother's swollen teat, relentless, ever demanding, racing toward satisfaction. Hotness surrounded Hal's prick. Sandra's wet mouth was like a blast furnace, melting him into submission. He whimpered quietly, his knees shaking so hard he could hardly stand up. He looked down at her to watch the dripping wetness of his full erection slide quickly in and out of her ovalled mouth. The redness of her lipstick left long streaks along the length of his shaft. His cock had never appeared so huge and strong. The blue veins stood out hugely along its marble hard length, and he could actually see the pulsations of the blood coursing through them. If Sandra did not bring him to climax soon, he felt as if he would explode. She was taking all of him now, driving his punishing shaft far down into her gullet. In and out, the friction growing more intense with each thrust, she coaxed him along toward the towering brink of extreme sensation.
As she worked on Hal, Sandra squirmed out of her clothing. She lifted her lush buttocks and pushed her short skirt down her long, tapering legs. Next came her blouse. Her trembling fingers moved from button to button until she had the front of it completely open.
Hal could see the firm, enticing curve of her breasts and the excited erectness of her sensitive nipples. Her sucking of him had elevated her to a state of complete, passionate readiness. She wriggled about, her entire body screaming with raw passion.
Reaching down, Hal eased her flimsy blouse off over her shoulders, taking time to run his fingers over the alabaster smoothness of them. His wife was beautiful, he knew that for sure. Now she was acting as though she were ready to put that beauty to full use, and he could hardly believe it was happening.
Sandra wiggled out of the blouse, and Hal's hands moved down the front of her burningly hot body to cup themselves over her breasts. He squeezed gently, feeling the fullness of her spongy, yielding flesh. All she wore now was a pair of lacy panties. There was almost nothing in his way.
"Lie down on the floor," he whispered, "and let's sixty-nine." He had to taste cuntflesh, and he had to have it right now. He could imagine the tangy, ball-stirring flavor of it, but that was not enough.
Without protest, Sandra slid to the floor, using both hands to bring him down with her and at the same time never missing a stroke in her wild oral caressing. With immense effort, Hal pivoted his taut body above her, moving slowly around to where he could get at her fabric covered pussy. His face directly above her groin, he paused, taking in the beauty of her. The panties hid little, and he could see her lush blonde pubic bush clearly outlined inside them. Tiny wisps of curling fuzz peeped out from the tight leg opening of her trim bikini, and they seemed to beckon him on.
Sandra was dissatisfied with Hal's being clothed. Savagely, she yanked at his belt, managing its heavy buckle, and opening it so she could get to the button at the waistband of his jeans. She undid it and began pushing his pants down over his slim, muscular thighs. Hal arched his body over her, keeping his legs as straight as possible, supporting himself on his toes. Sandra pushed again and again, and soon his pants were bunched at his knees. Still her constant fellatio went on, making his cum-laden testicles churn with the desire to vomit out their richness.
Sandra pushed again, and Hal's pants were at his ankles. He kicked them off over his feet and felt immensely free, the way he had felt in the woods with Candy. Her hands running up and down his inner thighs, ruffling the thatch of golden fur, Sandra nibbled and ate at her husband's hugely distended penis. Its smoothness slid over her wriggling tongue, and she marveled anew at the marble-slick quality of its surface. Had it felt like this to Candy, she wondered. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe nothing had gone on between them. If it had, how could Hal be this ready for sexual action again so quickly? Whatever the case, tonight he was hers, and she was determined to use him for her ultimate pleasure.
The image of the female spider came to Sandra's mind. The spider tore her mate to pieces at the end of the mating process. She would not do that to Hal, but after she was finished with him he would feel as if he had been torn apart.
Squirming and wiggling, Hal removed his shirt. Now he hung above his wife naked and totally aroused. The perspiration ran from his armpits to drip onto Sandra's creamy thighs. Through flared nostrils he smelled her sex. The crotch of her lace panties was wet now with the effects of her female arousal. He longed to suck the moist leakings from her sexy little briefs. With trembling fingers, he urged her legs apart.
Eagerly, Sandra parted her thighs, splaying her legs wide and giving him room to explore, Reaching in, he ran his fingers over the crotch of her panties. They were wet, very wet, exciting evidence that his wife was flowing with passion. He licked his rubbery lips, longing to suck up the tangy flavor of her cunt juice.
"You've been a naughty child," he said teasingly. "You've wet your pants, just like a baby!" Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked the musky flavored juices from his fingertips.
Sandra gave a salacious grunt and lifted her buttocks from the floor, as though she were begging him to eat. He could feel the taut muscles of her boiling gullet closing tightly around the hugely swollen shaft of his cock and knew he was going to have some work catching her up to him. Supporting himself with both hands, he bent down and fastened his strong lips over the crotch of her panties.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh," Sandra groaned as he began suctioning her pussy juice through the filmy fabric. As he sucked, she kept hunching her pelvis upward, rubbing his face with her moist, hotly aroused crotch. Her silky inner thighs slid against his cheeks, urging him on invitingly. Before long, the whole lower half of his face was wet with her female juices. The musky, arousing scent of them floated through his body, making his veins pump excitedly. He could hear his heart beating and felt as though it might burst with lustful passion.
Now, Hal reversed his action and began pouring his warm saliva into the crotch of the filmy pants. Sandra moaned as she felt the new wetness flood her tingling pussy. Her ears were filled with the lewd sounds of her husband's slurping mouth. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side, out of her mind with passion as she continued with her everlasting sucking of his big, pre-cum leaking cock.
Again and again, her lushly smooth thighs caressed Hal's face, and she wondered what she must taste like to him. If it was half as good as the flavor of the clear liquid that oozed in a steady stream from the tip of his huge, distended prick it was no wonder he seemed crazy with passion.
"Oh, God," Sandra moaned, taking her mouth from Hal's penis for only a second. "Oh, God, honey, you make me feel so go- oooood!"
Hal grunted. He had had enough of sucking at her panties. It was time to stop teasing himself and to run his tongue into the real thing. He reached under the tight elastic band at the top of her bikini and began to pull it downward.
"Oh, oh yes!" she exclaimed, her voice breathy. "Make me naked. I want to be open. Then eat me, baby, eat my spreading box." With a deep throated moan, she lifted her buttocks from the floor, helping him to slide her wet panties down her legs and off over her kicking feet.
Hal gazed down at the slight rise of her pubic mound with its thatch of fleecy curls. Again, he sniffed it, hungry as a dog after fresh meat. The wetness of the spot was tremendously exciting to him. His own spittle mixed freely with her cuntal leakings, her pubic fuzz matted and stuck together with the copious moisture.
He nosed his way into her sweet smelling vee, and she groaned with passion as his big, thick tongue made the first arousing contact with the pouting, blood-swollen lips of her tingling pussy. He lashed feverishly into the fleshy interior warmth of her, and she pushed her legs even wider apart, inviting him inward, ever inward.
Her tautly drawn lips encircled his rigid erection, sucking and milking at it, coaxing out the thick creamy hotness of his sperm. She weighed his bloated testicles in her smooth palms, trying to assess the size of the load they carried. It would be huge. It always was.
Suddenly, she was shot to a whole new plateau of lust. His tongue flicked over the swollen bulb of her sensitive clitoris. Raising her knees, she closed her thighs around her husband's blond head, squeezing him closely, hugging him to her, encouraging him to eat more. She shuddered and shook convulsively at the sensation of his tongue laving the full, hair-studded length of her vaginal crack. She thrilled to the feeling of his spreading the lips and probing into her moisture soaked interior.
"Ummmmmmmmm, feels so special," she groaned. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop 'til you make me come all over your face."
She squirmed in continual excitement, her pelvis squirming and her hips lifting toward his mouth, urging that he take more and more of her.
Feverishly she licked at him, swirling her soft, pink tongue all over his burgeoning prick shaft. She could feel it swelling even larger in her mouth. Before much longer she would have what he had to give. The bitter sweetness of his hot, freshly churned cum would plummet down into her gullet to slosh in her wet, dark belly.
"Oh, yeah, yeeeeeeees, babe. Suck it now. Hard. Hard!" Hal shouted.
She felt his semen begin its upward rush, and she grabbed his pulsing buttocks with both hands, pulling him against her face and ramming his big prick all the way down her aching throat.
"Uhhhhhyyeeah!" he screamed, his whole body quivering as the jets of steamy sperm raced up his swollen urethra and cannoned deep into her throat, spattering into her gullet and running down into her body. She sucked as wildly as before, draining every drop, tasting of his manhood, and relishing the thick sweetness of it.
Even in his exhausting completion, Hal dropped his head once more to her crotch and began again to run his hot tongue over and over the sensuous, pink folds of her euntal slit. In seconds, he had her lifting her pelvis to him, begging him to eat of her, silently demanding that he lick her to climax.
"Ohhhhhhh, eat it. Please eat it!" she cried, her voice rasping and taut with passion. She tossed her head about on the floor, her lust-crazed eyes squinting up at his rapidly deflating cock. God, she thought, I love it when it's hard, but it's beautiful when it's soft too. It dangled above her like a bunch of fresh fruit, the length of it still shining with her spittle.
Suddenly, Sandra was much too busy to think any more about cocks or anything else. She felt her body cresting. The tingling sensations that played along all her nerve endings came together in her flaming crotch, and she was climaxing.
"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAA!" she howled, her back actually leaving the floor as she twisted and turned, helpless under her husband's ever sucking mouth. Her twat flowered open like a morning glory, and her liquids flooded out of her, drenching Hal's face with musky moisture. He lapped up as much of it as he could get, swallowing greedily and filling his system with her food.
Totally drained, Sandra fell back onto the floor, her head spinning, her eyes closed. Hal turned his body and lay down beside her. Their lips found one another, and she could taste the earthiness of her body fluids on his mouth as they kissed, hungrily, greedily, sensually. Hal hugged her to him, her heavy breasts mashing against his smooth, hard chest. His penis nudged against her belly, and she could feel it growing erect again. Her man was beyond belief, always ready, never satisfied. She wriggled against him, encouraging him to become more aroused. He would want to fuck her now, and she was more than ready.
Little by little, Hal began a rhythmic movement, rubbing his body against hers, bringing soft groans of pleasure from her throat. His hands played over her naked flesh, tracing softly across her silken skin, following every flaring curve and dipping into each hidden valley.
"I want to fuck," he whispered.
"I know. Me too," she answered with a breathless giggle. "Let's rest a minute first."
"I want to do it special, tight, you know," he said, his fingers finding their way to the long, hairless crack of her buttocks.
"Tight? What do you mean?"
"You know. Here." His fingers came to rest on her tightly clenched anal button.
"Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked, pulling away from him. "Do you think I'm some kind of animal? Is that what Candy let you do with her this afternoon?"
"I ... no ... I just ... Where are you going?"
Hurrying to her feet, Sandra started for the front hall, tripping and nearly losing her balance in her effort to put distance between herself and her husband.
"Where are you going?" Hal repeated, getting up and coming toward her.
Opening the hall closet, Sandra grabbed a coat and threw it on over her nude body. "Out. Anywhere. I'm going for a drive. I have to think. Don't.try to follow me." She slammed the front door behind her and ran across the yard. It was only then that she remembered her car was still out for repairs.
Chapter Seven
Damn, Sandra thought, now what am I going to do? She knew one thing for sure, she was not going back into the house. There was no way she was about to crawl back to Hal, the animal.
She ran to Hal's truck and jerked open the door. He had taken the keys. Slamming the door, she looked about her. There was only one option, and that was to go on foot. Why had she been in such a hurry? She could just as easily have slipped on a pair of loafers. Well, she had not.
Sandra headed down the sidewalk, her bare feet slapping the pavement. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw to her relief that Hal had not yet come out of the house. He was no doubt getting dressed before he tried to follow her, if he were trying to follow her. Perhaps he was too upset with her refusal to cooperate with his anal at- tack to even be interested in what happened to her now. A cold chill ran up her spine. How could he have dreamed she would let him do such a thing?
At the end of the block, Sandra ran out of sidewalk. She picked her way along the side of the road, trying not to step on anything sharp. To make matters worse, it was beginning to rain. Big drops of wetness spattered all around her. She hurried, again looking back to see if Hal were following.
Before long, she was beside the woods. When they built the house, these trees were one of the features that attracted them to the neighborhood. They told each other how wonderful it was to be in a country atmosphere. At night, though, and when she was on foot, the woods became terribly forbidding. Heavy tree branches seemed to reach out for her. Odd sounds came from the hidden darkness.
Sandra tried to move faster. The rocks bit into her soles, and she winced, trying to pretend her feet did not hurt. Maybe she had been silly. Still, there was no way she could stay with Hal tonight, not after what he had tried to do.
She heard a car. Looking back, she saw the lights of a truck bearing down on her.
What if it were Hal? It made sense that he might not chase her on foot. What was she going to do? Given the choice between her husband and the dark atmosphere of the forest, she picked the latter. Jumping off the roadway, she disappeared into the trees. After a moment, the truck passed by. It was not Hal's truck. She could tell that even in the darkness. It was best, though, that she stay off the road. If she walked far enough through the trees, she would get to another street, one that would take her far from home.
Sandra started off. Low limbs threatened her. Thorny brush scratched her legs. The going was hard. She strained her eyes, trying to see ahead of her. Was she headed in the right direction? What was the right direction?
Suddenly, she was falling, her ankle twisting painfully beneath her. She threw out her arms, trying to protect herself, but she was too late. Her head hit a gnarled tree stump-hard. Sandra fell unconscious, sprawling on the weedy ground. That was how Hando Rubosa found her a few moments later.
When Sandra awoke, someone was bathing her forehead with a cool, damp cloth.
"Ah," said a heavy, purring voice with a strong hint of foreign accent, "I see you have left the world of dreams and come back to us."
Sandra blinked, trying to focus her eyes in the dimness. The place was lit with a kerosene lantern. Its flame sent a low, yellow flicker to all corners and made Sandra feel warm and safe. The woman who bent over her had skin the color of walnuts, with very blonde, almost white hair worn back in a long cascade of curls. Caught in a knot of brightly colored silk, they extended to her waist. Her enormous, undulating breasts were half-exposed by a white peasant blouse, and she wore a deeply gored, floor length skirt. Golden bangles glinted at her wrists and jingled musically as she continued to bathe Sandra's bruised head.
"Where am I?" Sandra asked, her voice thick with confusion.
"You are safe, my dear. That is all you need to know now. Tell us, though, what was a young girl like you doing in the forest on a night like this, and dressed as you were?"
Sandra glanced down at herself. She was no longer wearing the trench coat. Instead she was dressed in a long, softly caressing caftan, its front embroidered in intricate, curving designs. The woman had apparently dressed her this way while she was unconscious.
"I... it's a long story ... I just..." she stammered.
"Hush, little one. Never mind. You can tell us when you are feeling stronger. Be thankful, though, that Hando found you. The night has grown cold, and the rain is falling harshly."
"Hando? Who ... ?"
"My friend and companion, Hando Rubosa." The woman gestured toward the corner.
Sandra let out a gasp of surprise. There, in the flickering shadows, stood a lithe, darkly handsome boy. His eyes smoldered as he gazed at her, and she wondered whether he had had a part in dressing her in the long caftan. Most amazing of all was that on his bare chest was tattooed a huge cobra, its mouth hissing wide, its tongue writhing all the way to his broad, bronzed shoulder.
The snake's thick coils disappeared at Hando's waistline, and Sandra caught herself wondering where they led from there. The youth stared directly at her, his eyes unblinking.
"Hello," Sandra said, smiling.
"Hando does not speak," the blonde woman said, "But he possesses many other talents."
"And you?" Sandra asked. "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same. My name is Marta Changusa, and I am a traveler."
"I'm Sandra Jeski." She looked about her and realized for the first time that she was in a tent. These people were apparently gypsies, or at least they lived like gypsies.
"And what are you doing out on a wild night like this, Sandra Jeski? You with nothing but a thin coat."
"I.,. It's a long story." She glanced at Hando. "Does he hear?"
"Yes, but he cannot pass along any stories. Tell me what is on your mind."
The whole situation was crazy. Here she was, about to confide her innermost problems to a woman she had never met before, probably a con artist to boot. Still, Marta and her young servant or lover or whatever he was had befriended her, taken her in, maybe even saved her life. It seemed right to tell them what had caused her to run away from home in the middle of the night. But that could come later. Right now, she had to sleep.
By the next morning, Hal was on the verge of calling the police. He had paced the floor all night long, stopping to listen to every noise, waiting for his wife to return. Surely, he thought/when the rain started, she would come creeping back. He even opened the front door and left it ajar, but Sandra did not return. He put on his jacket to go looking for her and then realized that if she or someone who found her tried to telephone, he had better be home to answer the call. Sandra had never done anything even remotely like this before, and her action took him completely by surprise. Hal had no idea what to do, and so he did what he always did. He got dressed and went to work.
By the time noon rolled around, he was totally exhausted. His lack of sleep caught up with him, and it was all he could do to stand up. He spilled gasoline all over the fender of Mrs. Ben's Rolls Royce, and she gave him such a tongue lashing he ended up tearing up her bill. He connected the wrong wires and nearly blew out the electrical system of a Jaguar. Finally yoimg Jerry came over and put a hand on his boss's shoulder.
"Look, Hal. You're really tired out. Why don't you go home?"
Hal shook his head no. If he went home, he would have to confront that empty house, have to wonder all over again what had happened to Sandra, and he was not ready to face that, not now. Besides, if she tried to call him during the daytime, he was sure she would call the garage, knowing he was at work. The best thing for him to do was stay right there and try to keep his mind on his work.
A battered convertible bounced into the lot. Behind the wheel was a woman Hal had never seen before. Deeply tanned, she had the blondest hair he had ever seen. What really caught his eye, though, were her enormous breasts, shown off to superb advantage by her lowcut, tightly fitted dress.
He strode over to the car. "What'll it be, Ma'am?" His eyes fell to the woman's well-defined cleavage. The flesh of her bosom looked incredibly smooth and satiny. He licked his lips, imagining what it would be like to run his hot, wetly exploring tongue over those beauties.
"Fill it with regular gasoline," the woman said, and Hal thought he detected a hint of an accent.
He inserted the nozzle into the tank pipe and came around to wash the windshield. "You are very handsome man, Hal," the woman said, reading the name embroidered on the pocket of his coveralls. Hal smiled down at her through the windshield, his eyes again on her large busom. She arched her back and stretched her body, giving him the full benefit of the view. He saw something else, too. The woman had let her skirt ride far up onto her thigh. The smooth, silken flesh of it was brown, only slightly lighter than her face and arms, and the soft curve of it took his breath away.
"Why, thank you, Ma'am. It's nice of you to say that." He could feel his sleeping penis beginning to twitch. His instincts told him there was the possibility of some lewd, fast action in this situation, and all he had to do was play along. The exotic looking blonde did not seem shy in the least. He was sure she would take him exactly where they both wanted to go.
The gas nozzle clicked off automatically, and Hal sprinted around to the back of the car to top off the tank. He could feel the woman's dark eyes burning into his trim body. Once again he was thankful that he kept himself in shape, and he could tell all his hard work paid off. Women came to him like flies to honey. He grinned to himself as he hung up the hose. What would be the blonde's next move? It was all a delicious, sensually exciting game. Even now, Hal was in such a state that if she gave him no action he would have to slip into the men's room and jerk himself to climax. He could sense his long, throbbing penis stretching to its full length, its brutal head double its usual size and clearly outlined in his pants leg.
He stood beside the car, his crotch only inches from the blonde woman. She sat in the driver's seat, eyeing it openly. "Yes," she said, purring softly, "very handsome man. I'd like to know you better." Her dark eyes darted to his face in open invitation.
"Right now?" Hal asked, his voice husky with desire.
"Why not? You want to come with me in my car, or is there a place for us here, perhaps?" Her long, ring-studded hands caressed the exposed flesh of her breasts, the ends of her fingers dipping down into her cleavage. Again, he licked his lips in excitement.
"Yeah, yeah. I got a place here. Park your car around the side and follow me." He watched her pull over beside the building and then called to Jerry. "Hey, Kid, I'm gonna be busy for a while around back, won't take too long. Take over here, okay?"
Jerry nodded, grinning broadly. He knew exactly where Hal and the woman were headed and exactly what they were probably going to do.
Around behind the station were huge piles of discarded tires. They had been arranged against the building to form a small, open topped room.
"Come on back here," Hal told the woman. "I got a little place fixed up for emergencies, just like now." He led her through the narrow opening between the tires and the wall of the station.
"You are very resourceful," the woman said, smiling at him, her soft, accented voice exciting him.
Without saying any more, she reached out and unzipped the long zipper of his coveralls. Her eyes glittered with passion as Hal's broad, blocky chest came into view. She paused to caress his huge pectorals, and her fingers pinched playfully at his already erect nipples, shooting tiny jets of welcome pain through his body.
The woman's openly aggressive behavior had Hal terrifically aroused. She had simply driven into his life, decided she wanted him, and now, as though she did things like this, all the time, was stripping away his clothing.
Lunging for her, Hal crushed the blonde in his muscular arms. She raised her mouth to his, and their lips met hotly, working against one another, the smooth sensuality of them turning both of the aroused couple into animals. Hal pushed his pelvis forward, ramming his rapidly hardening penis against the woman's body. She shoved forward to meet his thrust, swinging her lush hips from side to side and squirming her groin against him, rubbing his rigid, steel hard shaft and making him catch his breath with lust-filled excitement.
The woman's long fingernails raked across the flesh of Hal's heaving chest. He ran his hands up and down her supple back, feeling the yielding hardness of it, knowing full well how wonderfully she could mold her lithe body to his. He could imagine the lushness of her huge, spongy breasts against his bare skin, pressing into him as they were doing now. His hands found their way to her softly rounded, trembling- ly alive buttocks, and he kneaded the cheeks, digging his fingers into the smooth cloth of her dress possessively. He heard her catch her breath, excited and aroused by his movements. Again, her pelvis shot forward, and she pressed into the underside of his up-pointed, palpitating shaft. Hal could feel the moisture of preseminal fluid oozing from the throbbing knob of his prick. God, he was ripe. He had to have her. If he did not throw his enormous load soon, he would be wetting down the inside of his coveralls with it.
"Take off your clothing," the woman whispered. "I am going to eat you to climax. My mouth hungers for the sweetness of your seed."
His fingers quivering, Hal finished unzipping the front of his coveralls. Unable to wait, the blonde peeled back the halves of the garment, and her hungry eyes fell on the lush patch of aromatic fuzz that crowned the thick root of his male organ. She could see it clearly outlined in the fabric of the coveralls, pointing upward, caught just to the side of the long opening in the front of the garment.
She fished inside and pulled Hal's hot, throbbing phallus out into the light. The randy, ripe scent of it hit both their nostrils, and the smell traveled down to make the man's gonads churn with excitement. This woman had the power to excite him totally, to drive him to the peak of arousal and push him over the edge, making his pent up torrent of semen splatter out to cover the Earth.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around the burning shaft of his penis, the blonde woman used her free hand to push Hal's coveralls over his shoulders. Slowly, they fell down the length of his slim, tautly muscled body, and she let out a low gasp as the fullness of his male beauty came into view.
"Ah," she whispered, "Bellisimo!" and her hand moved slowly up and down the burgeoning length of his huge erection. Her fingertips traced the thick, bluish veins that wound over the surface of his sinfully smooth skin. The hardness of his cock throbbed against her palm, and she sighed again, "Ah, yes, bellisimo."
Hal threw back his head and let out a deep throated groan. The woman's hand felt impossibly good against his turgid flesh. Every place she touched seemed as if it had caught fire and burned with a hot, gut-licking flame. His gonads were already ascending, tightening up against the base of his cockroot in preparation for a quick, hard-driven climax.
"No, no, not so soon as this," she said, chuckling. With insistent fingers, she eased his hugely distended testicles back down into his puckered sac. Her fingers tightened around them, making a tight neck at the top of his scrotum. "My purse. Hand it to me, please," she ordered, pointing to her discarded handbag.
Hal reached over to where the purse lay on top of a pile of truck tires, and he picked it up and handed it to her.
"Open it for me. Your hands are free. Hurry."
Not questioning the woman's motives, Hal undid the snap of the bag, and it yawned open. He did think this was a strange time for her to want to powder her nose.
"There," she said, her voice heavy with passion, "That leather thong. Hand it here." As she talked, her hand never left off stroking his jerking phallus.
He handed her the thong. Taking hold of it, she stretched it full length. Hal was not sure what she was going to do with it, but he could hardly wait to find out. Quickly, she wrapped it around the neck of his scrotal sac and pulled it tight. Again she wrapped, and again she pulled, until she had wound a tight, constricting ring of leather around the top of his almost exploding gonads. The thin leather thong bit into his tender flesh, but the pain was a welcome addition to the outrageous stimulation Hal was already feeling. The woman's fingers tickled at the tightly stretched flesh covering his balls, and her nails dug into its tenderness teasingly. A line of perspiration broke out along Hal's forehead. He could not remember ever being this aroused.
"Sit down," the blonde whispered, "And spread your strong legs very wide."
Hal kicked off his coveralls and lowered himself to the pile of truck tires behind him. Kneeling between his widely splayed legs, the woman stared at his burgeoning erection, her eyes glittering lewdly. Through flaring nostrils, she inhaled the heady scent of manly crotch, her endlessly excited senses picking out the tang of dried urine, the musky reality of male sweat, and the stimulating aroma of dry drops of semen. She licked her lips, her wet, pink tongue circled her mouth in a way that made Hal's heart jump in anticipation.
Tossing her long, blonde curls back over her shoulders, the woman leaned forward, and Hal felt her hot breath on the flesh of his burning erection. Her tongue flicked out, and she tasted him with its wet, warm tip. Suddenly, she started licking his knob all over, trailing her tongue up his stalk and digging it wildly into the moist depths of his fragrant pubic jungle. Picking up the slight taste she found there, she sucked greedily, drawing every bit of it into her mouth and sucking hungrily at each blond curl.
Hal's hands were at the back of the woman's head, urging her onward. He pushed her flushed face into his groin, forcing her to open her mouth wide and take more and more of his bush into it, He could feel her tongue tickling at his hair-matted skin, and new sensations of mind blowing arousal shot through his body. His balls ached to rise and shoot, but they could not move because of the thong bound so tightly around his tingling scrotum. This blonde obviously knew what to do. She had to be the most accomplished sexual expert Hal had ever met.
Now she kissed her way back down his palpitating shaft to the swollen head of his totally erect penis. Pausing for a moment to heighten his anticipation, she took the smooth skinned knob into her mouth.
Throwing back his head, Hal moaned like an animal in heat.
"Awwwwwww, shit, suck it! Suck my cock 'til I whitewash your throat. Awww-wwwwww!"
Her tongue snaked over the surface of his head, concentrating on his highly sensitive frenum. Hal ached to climax, wanting to throw a gallon of his hot, slimy cream far down her throat. Still, he had to hold off. He had to make this last. He bit his lips, trying to remember the multiplication tables, trying to keep from vomiting out his sperm too soon.
The woman was amazing. Why couldn't Sandra be like this? The tongue fluttered across his burning cockflesh as though it were far different from the ordinary female's oral organ. Maybe he could get this sexy blonde and Sandra together. She could give Sandra lessons. His imagination ran riot, stimulated by the incessant action against his achingly hard prick. What if the two women did get together? How would the blonde go about teaching his wife? Would she let her watch while she fellated Hal? Would she work on Sandra directly, her long, pink tongue rippling in and out between the pinkish folds of his wife's trembling cunt? She would prepare the way for him, and Hal would pierce into her with a force he had never dared use before. Sandra would beg for it, demanding he hurt her with his hugely distended penis, making her ache for a week afterward. He could suck the blonde woman's breasts while he fucked Sandra.
Now she was plunging her ovalled lips lewdly up and down the full length of Hal's stake-like shaft, pushing his freely leaking knob far down into her hot, wet gullet. As her insisting throat muscles fluttered about his phallic giant, he could do nothing but throw his head back and moan with deepest passion. He could not have moved away from her if his life depended on it. He was a butterfly imprisoned under glass. It was just as if she were sucking the life from his tense, sweating body, and he loved it. He trembled from head to foot, his entire being concentrated in the tingling area of his crotch.
Then, the woman changed her approach, again laving only his drooling tip with her expert tongue. With sure fingers, she held his stalk rigid, not letting him get away from her constant licking. She sucked frantically at his oozing slit, taking all his freely dripping precum into her mouth and smacking her lips loudly at the heady flavor of it. Her slurping sounds did as much as her tongue to keep him teetering at the brink. Hal sat helplessly with his legs splayed apart. His mind swerved in all directions, the blonde woman sucking out Sandra's cunt juice while he watched, the blonde spreading her shapely legs for him to enter, to ravage, to climax far up into her body, the blonde eating, eating, eating at his throbbing cockmeat.
He threw his muscled legs straight out in front of him. He was coming, blowing, throwing his immensely churned load of semen. "Ohhhhhhh, God, oh, oh, ohHH-HHHHHHHH!" he groaned, tossing his head from side to side. "I'm coming, fuckin' commmmmmming!" He broke off into a series of helpless whimpers.
The bold woman reached up quickly and loosened the thong from around the neck of his gonads. The hugely inflated testicles drew up to the root of his explodingly hard penis, and Hal came, shooting his heavily sweet semen far down into her sucking gullet. She milked his draining balls, caressing him with long fingers, determined to have every drop he had to offer her. Hal fought to keep from crying out so loudly that he would attract attention from the customers. Bright lights flashed behind his closed eyes. He had never known such a climax, not in all the thousands of times it had occurred before. He fell back, totally drained, his abused gonads aching with utter emptiness.
"Aw, shit," he mumbled, smiling down at the blonde woman. "That was terrific. You're somethin' else!"
"Thank you," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her full, sensuous mouth. Her accent laden voice sounded even more exciting than it had before.
"It's gonna take me a minute to rest, then we'll start all over again, okay? I'll eat you out, or we can screw. Whatever you like."
The blonde shook her head slowly, smiling at him, her eyes glittering. "No. Not now. There is not time. I will pick you up here one hour after sundown. Then we will do all you suggest and more."
"But I can't, I..." Hal's mind was racing. If he had not heard from Sandra by evening, he was determined to call the police. He had to get home right after work to see if she had been there.
"Shhhhh," the woman said, covering his lips with her fingers. "You will wait for me here, at your station. I will come for you. Whatever happens, you will not fail me. Tonight we shall be together, in every sense."
She stood up and looked down at him, her eyes drinking in his sweat-stained body. "Yes," she whispered, "Beautiful. You are very beautiful. Perfect." She turned and walked away.
Chapter Eight
Candy Harris sped down the highway in her sports car. She was headed for Hal Jeski's service station. It was time for another session with the burly, blond husband of her best friend. Even since the two of them had been together in the woods the day before, Candy had been able to think of nothing but a return match. She shivered all over, even now, at the thought of Hal's hugely inflated erection, of the heavy, bluish veins that wound about over its surface, pumping it full of stiffening, warming blood. Her mouth watered as she recalled the funky scent of his crotch, the salty, sweaty flavor of his secret flesh, the warm sweetness of his powerful, rich seminal flood. Yes, she had to have Hal again. The fact that Sandra was her friend made no difference at all. Hal would be hers.
On a sudden impulse, Candy turned off the highway onto the narrow road she knew would take her past Sandra and Hal's new house. Damn Sandra, anyway! What a cunty bitch she was, Candy thought as she bumped along the poorly paved road. It was obvious she had invited Candy for dinner just so she could show off her new house and her hunky husband. Well, Candy reflected, smiling to herself, she had fixed her, and she was about to fix her again. Sandra might have Hal, but, for the moment at least, Candy had his huge, brutally piercing penis. She could feel the dew starting to form at the lips of her tingling cleft. She would just slip past Hal's house to see if his truck was in the driveway. If he was already home, she would stop by casually, pretending to be droppinig in on Sandra. Actually, she would be there to tease Hal, her very presence reminding him of their wild session in the woods.
Candy switched on the headlights. The encroaching forest made it already seem like night. Why did Hal and Sandra have to live on such a god forsaken road anyway? She supposed they liked the rural feeling. Well, they could have it. She was a city girl.
Suddenly, Candy realized there was someone standing beside the road, thumb extended. She squinted in the semidarkness, trying to make out who it might be. He was a young man, very young, and extremely handsome.
Candy slammed on the brakes, and her car came skidding to a halt. What was she doing? She knew better than to pick up hitchhikers. She guided the car over to the side of the road, out of the lane of traffic, and waited. The boy came alongside. For a moment, before he bent down to look into the car, she caught a glimpse of his crotch. His sex was clearly outlined in his tight, black pants. It was unbelievably huge. Candy caught her breath excitedly. The boy bent down and peered through the open window on the passenger side. He grinned at her, his dark eyes glimmering at her like hot coals.
"Hi," Candy said, trying to sound casual. "Get in."
Instead of doing as he was told, the boy walked around to the front of the small sports car. What the hell is he doing, Candy wondered. With one quick move, he raised the hood.
"Hey, just a minute. What are you up to?" Candy called, opening the door and jumping out.
The youth reached inside and yanked something. The engine died. Looking up at the approaching woman, he grinned broadly, as if amused by her sputtering anger.
"Goddamn you, you little son-of-a-bitch, what do you think you're doing? Hook those wires up again and fast, or I'm going to get the cops on your ass so quick you won't know what hit you!"
The dark youth turned and bolted off into the forest, as graceful as a deer. Totally enraged, Candy started after him, the tree branches clutching at her short skirt. She stumbled, and when she looked up, the lithe bodied boy was standing a few feet away, smiling playfully.
Angrier than before, Candy lunged toward him. He sprinted onward, taking her deeper into the woods. Her high heeled shoes sank into the soft earth, and she could feel the briars tearing her stockings. Candy did not care. She was going to catch that boy and beat him to a pulp.
"Goddamn you, you little rat!" she screamed. "I'm gonna rip your nuts off!" She fell again, skinning both her hands on a fallen log. Moaning angrily, she staggered to her feet and went on. The dark-eyed male was waiting for her, just out of reach.
Candy crashed on through the underbrush. It was nearly dark now, and as she blundered deeper into the forest, her surroundings grew nearly pitch black. She frowned, squinting at the area ahead. The youth had disappeared.
Candy sat down on a tree stump. Damn, she thought, I've lost the little bastard. She might as well go back to the car, she decided. She had to figure out how to reassemble the wires the boy had pulled before it grew so dark she could not see. Maybe she should just walk along the road until she came to Kal and Sandra's place. Hal could put her car back together in a minute. After all, he was a mechanic. Besides that, once she and he were alone in the darkened woods, she could see to it he did a lot more than help her get the car started. They could always tell Sandra the repairs had taken much longer than expected.
Candy pushed her hair back out of her eyes and got up. She turned, heading back in the direction from which she had come, and that was when the boy grabbed her. She screamed as he threw her to the ground.
Sandra opened her eyes sleepily. Staring at the low roof of the tent, she tried to remember where she was. She had awakened long enough that morning to tell Marta Changusa every detail of what had happened to her and what had made her run away. She told her her suspicions about what had gone on between Candy and Hal, and about Hal's proposal that he invade her virgin anus.
Marta smiled. "I am surprised at you my child. You seem such a sophisticated young woman, so alive with such an air of, how shall I say it, sexuality about you?"
"Me?" Sandra asked, her hand fluttering against her breast. "I'm scared of my own shadow."
"Such a pity," the blonde woman said, shaking her head sadly. "The area of the rectum is the center of incredible sensual excitement. Why, in certain cultures, that of Greece for example, the only time a man and woman even bother to engage in intercourse of the sort you would probably call normal is when they especially wish to create a child between them. Otherwise, they couple in what for them is a much more satisfying, exciting manner. You are missing a great deal, my young beauty." She stroked Sandra's hair tenderly.
Holding out a tall, crystal goblet to her, Marta said, "Here, my child, drink of this wine. It will soothe you and make you rest comfortably. You must be fully prepared for tonight."
"Tonight? What about tonight?" Sandra sipped at the wine. It tasted sweet, like light honey with the tang of oranges whispering in the background.
"Tonight Hando and I have planned a special ceremony, a homage to our gods if you like to think of it in that way. You will enjoy it."
"But I should go back home. Hal will be worried about me."
The woman looked hurt. "But we have planned the ceremony in your honor* Others will be here to help in the celebration. Please, you must stay."
"Okay, Marta, I suppose so. After all, you have been so good to me, you and Hando. The least I can do is ..." She drifted off into a quiet sleep. Smiling down at her, Marta took the goblet from her relaxed hand.
Now she was awake again, and she was alone. It was nearly dark outside. She could see fireflies beginning to wink in the nearby underbrush. Sandra stretched. She wondered what on Earth Marta had been talking about when she said they were doing a ceremony for their gods this evening. It was to be in her honor, the woman had said. Well, whatever the case, the experience would be an interesting one, she was sure of that. Besides, perhaps it would allow her to see more of Marta's handsome companion, Hando Rubosa. The dark-haired young man exuded such an air of sensuality that Sandra shivered at the thought of him. Perhaps the ceremony would involve Hando's dancing for her. Marta had not said anything about the boy's being a dancer, but by the way he moved, by his catlike grace, Sandra felt sure that he must be one.
Soon she would have to go home. Tonight, after the ceremony was over, she would absolutely insist that she be allowed to leave. Sandra felt like a fool. She had been crazy to run out on Hal in the middle of the night. How could she have reacted so strongly to his suggestion? According to Marta, what her husband had suggested was common practice in other parts of the world, Still, the very thought of having Hal's huge, piercing phallic pipe stuck into her vulnerable rectal passage made Sandra cold with fear. It might be exciting for some people, but for her it was the stuff of which terror was made. She could scarcely imagine the total pain of it. How could something as huge and hard as Hal's penis when it was erect even fit into her tiny, tightly clenched rosebud of an anus? Sandra hugged herself defensively. What was she dwelling on this for? The whole idea repulsed her. .
She wished Marta or Hando would come back. She did not like being all alone in the woods with nothing to protect her but a flimsy tent. Reaching out, she took the decanter of honey wine and poured herself a little. As she drank it, she thought again how good it tasted, how it relaxed her body, instantly and with enormous gentleness. Falling from her fingers, the goblet clattered to the floor of the tent.
Candy screamed piteously, clawing at the dark young male's leering face. Grabbing her wrists, he held her with a strength that belied his slenderness. With a length of leather thong, he bound her hands. How could she possibly have been so stupid? All she would have had to do was stay in the car with the doors locked until he went away. But no, she had to chase off after him through the forest. She should have known he was luring her away with the intention of rape.
"Please, please don't," Candy whimpered as the youth's long, slender fingers went to her breasts.
Trembling with excitement, his eyes shining greedily, he undid the buttons, opening a wider and wider vee in the front of her blouse. He licked his lips, as more and more of Candy's succulently smooth flesh came into view. Remembering what he had seen when he spied on her and Hal, he felt his massive penis beginning to stir. This time he would not be forced to jerk himself to climax, staining the plants of the forest floor with his steaming, starchy smelling load. This time he would inject his fountain of cum far up into the brown-haired woman's body, trembling as the tightness of her warm pussy squeezed against the stalk of his vomiting penis.
He pushed the halves of her blouse apart and bent to nip one of her silver dollar size nipples with his sharp, white teeth. Candy screamed and brought her bound hands forward, hitting him hard on the back of the head. He grabbed her arms, hatred in his eyes, and pushed them back. Dragging her over to a nearby tree, he took another thong from his pocket, looped it through the one tied around her wrists, and secured them to the base of the tree trunk.
Candy sobbed. "No. I won't do it again, I promise. Don't tie me up." She swung her hips back and forth, squirming helplessly on the ground.
Standing over her, the dark complexioned youth grinned down cruelly. Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned his silky shirt, peeled it off, and dropped it to the ground. Candy gasped at the sight of the giant, open-mouthed cobra tattooed on his hairless chest. Who was this boy, anyway?
Kneeling, he pulled off her shoes despite her kicking and screaming. She twisted her hands, trying to pull free of the tight leather bands. All she succeeded in doing was raising deep, red welts on her wrists.
The youth reached for and found her skirt zipper, and he pulled it down roughly as though he could not wait to see her naked. Hooking his long fingers under her waistband, he yanked the short skirt down over Candy's long, tapering legs. Now she lay there on the ground wearing only her stockings, garter belt, and bikini panties.
The boy rubbed his fingertips against the crotch of her panties, and, despite herself, Candy felt the excitement of lust run through her slim body. She looked up at the boy through terrified eyes. Under other circumstances she would have been insanely attracted to him, ready to do anything to please him. As it was, she was sure he would have whatever he wanted from her and hurt her in the process. Maybe he would even kill her. Her heart beat so loudly it throbbed in her ears, His fingers dug into her fabric covered pussy, the tips of them tracing the long, moist line of her cunt lips. Candy whimpered miserably. Frightened out of her mind, she was becoming aroused. She could feel the wetness beginning to ooze out of her tight, trembling cleft. Her entire groin began to tingle. Was this boy endowed as magnificantly as it appeared? She had thought Hal's nine-inch penis was massive. If this youth were built the way he seemed to be, he would make Hal look like a midget. She thrilled at the thought of the boy's hugely distended, wildly throbbing penis pushing between her blood-engorged pussy lips. How it would hurt. How it would make her wriggle and scream. Then the thought overwhelmed her again. What if he killed her?
He was undoing her tight garter belt.
With sure, slim fingers he loosened the hooks and let it fall away from her trembling body. Quickly, he undid her garters and pulled her filmy stockings down her legs and off over her feet. She lay there in her tiny panties, and he stared down at her, rubbing his crotch.
Standing up suddenly and towering over Candy, he unhooked his belt and opened the front of his pants. The girl watched in helpless fascination. First she caught a glimpse of his dense, gorgeously black pubic curls, then the thickly-veined base of his phallic tube. It looked so large that it would take two hands to fit around it. How would such a giant organ ever fit into her body? He would rip her to shreds and then leave her to die, hemorrhaging to death in the woods.
"No, no. Let me go," Candy cried, tossing her head from side to side and twisting her hands, digging the leather thongs into her raw-rubbed flesh.
The boy looked down at her, smiling quietly. With one quick gesture, he let his tight black pants fall to the ground. His hugely inflated phallus snapped up against his flat belly and then stood straight out in front of him, trembling meancingly. Candy's nostrils were flooded immediately with the hot musky scent of male crotch. She looked up at him with passion-glazed eyes, soft, mewling cries coming from her throat. His cock was huge, eleven inches, and it looked incredibly strong, the ridge on its thick underside sticking out from the surface, its veins throbbing as still more blood pumped into the already totally engorged organ. He stroked it playfully, holding it out toward her, seeming to tempt her with it.
His hugely inflated gonads swung between his long, lithe legs in their hairless sac, and she could imagine the sperm swimming wantonly within them, waiting to gush out of him and lodge somewhere far up inside her heaving belly.
Kicking his pants off over his bare feet, the naked man stooped toward her. For the first time, Candy saw the rest of his tattoo. The coils of the hissing snake wound around his waist and across his slim loins. From there they curved around and around down his right leg to his ankle. It was a magnificent, phallic tattoo, and she could only guess at the intense, pricking pain the boy must have undergone to acquire it. The very exotic nature of the drawing made her tremble with fear and excitement.
Again his fingers touched the moist spot on the front of her tiny panties. Candy moaned with fearful passion. He lifted his wet fingertips to his nose and sniffed them. She saw his erect penis jerk with excitement, the scent of her leaking twat going right to his tingling gonads. A huge drop of clear preseminal fluid glistened at the tip of his distended penis, then gathered itself and dropped to land on her flat belly.
The boy's fingers found their way under the waistband of her soaked panties, and he jerked them down, opening her pussy to the coolness of the night air. Discarding the limp bikini, the youth fell to kiss Candy's exposed twat, sucking at it with his hot, open mouth, drawing the fragrant, earthy tasting juices out of it, and swallowing them hungrily.
Candy whimpered and moaned, all fear forgotten. Now all she could think of was how her cunt was boiling, begging for attention, demanding his wet, sweetly squirming tongue.
"Oh, yessssssss," she hissed passionately. "Eat meeeeeee. Please eat my sweet pussy!" Arching her back, she pushed her flaming pelvis up against his full, writhing lips, and his tongue knifed into her sizzling cleft, running around its interior, mopping up her flow of fresh moisture.
Again and again the young, niasculine animal dug his long, sensuous tongue into Candy's quivering womanhood. Her wiry pubic curls pushed against his face, tickling his nose. He breathed into her, drinking her wetness as he did so and driving her further up the steep ladder of sensual arousal. She threw her legs wide, opening herself to him completely. Though her hands were tied, it was no longer a rape. If he killed her when this was over, it would be almost worth dying for.
"Please," she howled, "Please fuck my cunt. I want that huge cock of yours stuck up into my guts. I want it so far up me I can feel it in my mouth. Please, let me have it, pleeeeeeeeeeease." The saliva dripped from the corners of her gaping mouth. She was a creature of total passion, swept away with the excitement of the tongue bath he was giving her. His laving tip wrapped itself around the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris, and Candy yipped like a small female dog in heat. She wiggled her hips from side to side intensely, pushing them into the dirt.
The boy moved into position between her legs, aiming his huge phallus with both hands. The burgeoning tip of it glistened in the light of the rising moon as he pointed directly at Candy's wet, quivering cleft. A steady stream of obscenity flowed from her lips now, her mind reeling wildly, totally unhinged with raw passion.
She felt the throbbingly hot cock knob touch her flesh. "Yes, yes, yes! Shove it in. Push it in hard, as hard as you can!"
Again she lifted her pelvis, forcing him into her. With a sigh, she felt his huge tip slip slowly between the pouty, swollen lips of her pussy. They hugged against it, catching tightly behind the flange of its inflated glans, and he moaned at the hotness of her smooth, hidden flesh.
Shoving his hips forward, he entered her, pushing her nether lips obscenely apart, forcing his thick, meaty penis far up into her gripping channel. She cried out wildly, the pain of his entrance throwing her into near unconsciousness. Sobbing and groaning, Candy tossed her head from side to side, her brown hair pasting itself against her cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on the stretching, ripping pain in her vagina. He would kiss her, she was sure. Still, there was something wantonly, wildly exciting about this. She wanted more. She wanted it all.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, tossing her head about faster than before. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me to death!"
The youth was moving quickly now, his buttocks bunching and straining as he pushed his long, thick penis into her body and then jerked it out again until only his smooth, drooling glans was still enclosed in the burning tightness between her thighs. In, out, again and again, harder and harder with each punishing stroke. The seething sweat poured from his body, and he felt as though he might pass out from sheer passion. When he saw this woman fucking in the woods he knew she was worth having. He had been right.
Shivering all over, he shoved forward, sounding the depths of her, driving his pulsating phallus further into her than it had gone before. The moans came gurgling out of her mouth, and her long, red painted nails scrabbled frantically at his back and shoulders. She was coming.
Candy's wildly enflamed pussy lips opened like a flower in full bloom, and she flooded the boy's gigantic penis with her musky, female juices. The warmth and wetness surrounded him, and with a wild, high-pitched scream he came, shooting her interior full of his hot, starchy smelling sperm. She felt it enter her channel, churning and hot with life, and she screamed with passion, her voice matching his. The two of them writhed together on the ground, their bodies tearing at one another and their faces wet with tears.
Whimpering, the depths of her passion drained completely, Candy fell unconscious in Hando Rubosa's strong, supple arms.
Chapter Nine
Marta Changusa pulled into Hal's service station for the second time that day. "Ah," she said, surveying the blond man's supple body appreciatively, "I see you were waiting for me."
"Sure," he answered, grinning at her as he jumped into her battered car. "This afternoon was only a preview, right?"
"That is correct. Tonight, I have something very special planned. Tell me, do you like group activities?"
"Sex you mean? Sure. Love 'em."
Actually, Hal had never tried group sex, but after this afternoon with the blonde woman, he felt ready for anything. If her friends were anything like she was, he was in for an evening to remember. There was nothing Hal wanted more right now. He had tried calling home a hundred times during the day. Each time the phone rang and rang with no answer. Wherever Sandra was, she was playing hard to get. Hal had decided to stop worrying about her. Sandra was a grown woman. Let her take care of herself. He was not going to chase after her, and while she was away, he had made up his mind to enjoy himself to the fullest.
"Where we going?" he asked as they sped down the highway.
"You will see soon enough," the dark-skinned woman said, smiling at him.
She turned off on the road that went by his house. They bounced along for some time until they passed a small sports car parked off to one side.
"Hey," Hal called out, "That car belongs to a friend of mine. What's it doing here?"
"Never mind that now. You and I have more important things to do than look for your friend or worry about a parked car. Who knows? Perhaps it. is a meeting in the woods, something of a loving nature."
"Yeah, maybe," Hal answered. Knowing Candy, that could well be the case. After all, she had been quick enough to lure him into the bushes. He was not going to worry about her now, any more than he was going to think about Sandra. It was almost night, too late to worry.
The blonde woman pulled the car off into the driveway of an abandoned farm. The house had burned many years before, and the barn was little more than a pile of weathered boards and beams.
"Come," she said. "Follow me." She walked off into the darkness.
Hal followed, his eyes on the curve of her back and on the lush fullness of her swinging hips. This afternoon, the woman had f ellated him to one of the most exciting climaxes he had ever known. Tonight there was no telling what promises lay ahead. Before it was over, he knew he would have the experience of group involvement. He had read and heard so much about orgiastic behavior, had secretly yearned to participate. Now he was to have his chance. Hal's -heart beat excitedly as he followed the blonde woman through the trees, ducking to keep from being hit in the face by the low branches.
"Come," she said, turning to him, "We have only a little further to go. You will find it well worth the walk."
They stepped into a small clearing. Hal could see, even in the darkness, that some sort of pavilion had been set up. Above, a huge piece of painted canvas had been stretched to form a roof. Its corners were secured to the tree tops by long ropes. Prom its corners hung curtains that formed its walls.
"We will perform a sort of ritual tonight," the woman said, her accented voice low and purring. "I feel certain you will find it exciting and enjoyable."
"Ritual? That usually has something to do with religion, doesn't it?"
"Sometimes, yes. Think of what happens here as drama if you like. Each of us shall play a part. I take the part of Ishtar, the goddess of physical love. I direct the actions of you and of the other participants."
"I get it. You decide who fucks who, right?"
The woman smiled. "Something like that, perhaps. You will take off your clothing and put on the costume provided. It is there, on the ground, One of our participants is already in position. See?" She lifted one of the curtains, and Hal peered into the space within.
The pavilion was dimly lighted by banks of candles and hanging lanterns. Near its center stood a rough scaffolding. Hanging from it, arms and legs stretched apart, was a female figure, its head downcast. The figure's hands and feet were bound tightly to the scaffold. It wore a mask covering the upper two thirds of its face, and its beautifully formed, lushly smooth breasts were bare. A long, silky cape of red satin trimmed in white was draped over its shoulders. Gold and silver chains hung thickly from its slim hips, half-hiding the crotch.
Hal looked, blinked his eyes, and then looked again. The woman's groin had been shaved completely. Her pouting pussy lips were as clean and hairless as a child's. The blond man stared at her, his mouth watering. What would it be like to eat at that open, incredibly smooth slit?
"Who is she?" he whispered.
"She is Altara, goddess of the dawn. Altara is the prisoner of the night. It is up to the sun to free her. It is all part of the ritual. The sun is Solono." The word rolled off her tongue with a rumble that ran excited shivers up and down Hal's spine. She looked directly at him. "You, oh, golden giant, are Solono. You will free Altara."
"And just how do I do that?"
"With the help of the earth spirit. I shall direct you as to what to do when the ritual begins."
"Hey, look, I'm not really the religious type."
The woman threw back her head and laughed. "Do not be afraid. Everything is for the best. You will see."
"But I thought you said ..."
"That there would be sex? Yes. Do not worry so, my godly one. Ease yourself with this as you don your costume." She handed Hal a tall goblet of amber fluid.
He sniffed it. It smelled like some kind of wine. He took a sip, the honey sweetness of the liquid exciting his tastebuds. "Hey," he said, taking another drink, "This stuffs good."
"Enjoy it. I shall leave you now. Hurry and prepare yourself." The woman disappeared.
Slipping into the small tent behind the pavilion, Marta found Hando bending over Sandra. "Is she conscious?" she whispered.
Looking up at her, the dark-eyed boy shook his head no.
"Do not concern yourself. I will prepare her for the ceremony. I see you have made the other woman ready. You are certain it is the right one, Sandra's so-called friend?"
Hando grinned from ear to ear and shook his head vigorously up and down.
Marta chuckled to herself. "At times I believe you would rather shave them than anything else. You have done well, my friend. Go now and ready yourself. You must play the god of darkness. Tonight we perform a beautiful ceremony, and perhaps we will bring happiness to this dear child." She laid a cool hand on Sandra's forehead.
As Hando disappeared, Sandra opened her eyes. "What? Marta, it's you. I must have fallen asleep again, hours ago it seems like. It's dark outside."
"And time for the ceremony, my beautiful one-. You promised to participate. Do you remember?"
"Yes, yes I do. But as soon as it's done, I have to go home. You understand?"
"Yes, of course. Your costume is here. You will be Shanta, the spirit of the earth." She handed Sandra a pile of flimsy garments.
"But what am I supposed to do? I don't go in for this sort of thing much." She looked distrustingly at the sheer costume.
"Do not worry. I will instruct you as the ritual progresses. I am Ishtar."
"You're sort of the master of ceremonies then, like on television," Sandra said, giggling.
"Something like that. Be ready in as lit* tie time as possible." She poured a glass of wine from the decanter beside Sandra's cot. "Drink this." "I had some before. It puts me to sleep." "You have slept sufficiently. Now it will simply relax you. Drink and enjoy." "Thank you, Marta. Thank you for everything." Smiling, she lifted the goblet to her lips.
"And thank you for taking part in our ritual. It is important."
"That's okay. It sounds like fun. I don't get to dress up and perform like this very often." With a slow smile and a slight bow, Marta left the tent.
Sandra held her costume up to the light. It consisted of a black velvet vest trimmed in gold braid. The garment was open at the front. She wondered if Hando was going to witness the performance. If he did, she wondered whether her nearly nude breasts would excite him. From the way he had looked at her ever since she arrived, his dark eyes burning, she suspected he would be aroused, to say the least.
Harem pants of bright green chiffon completed the costume. This was ridiculous, she thought. She would feel like the slave girl in a B grade movie. Holding the pants up, she discovered that they were nearly transparent. She found out some- thing else too. They had an open crotch. Once she got into them, she would be bare from the base of her stomach to the top of her buttocks. Well, she decided, what difference did that make? This whole experience was crazy, a once in a lifetime thing. Why not go along with it? The last item she was to wear was an elaborate mask that covered the top half of her face. Mirrors had been sewn to its surface, and the eye holes were outlined in gold thread. It was beautiful, a work of art.
Sandra finished off the last of the wine in her glass, and poured herself some more. If she were going to appear in this getup, she had better be as relaxed as possible. As she slipped into the skimpy costume with its wide open crotch, she caught herself wondering what part the handsome, mute Hando would play in the ritual. This could all turn out to be very interesting.
Her fingers moved instinctively to caress the hair-studded fissure of her cunt. Strange, she thought, ideas like this never crossed her mind, at least not usually. Perhaps there was something about these people, about being out here in the woods, something about the wine. But that was silly. She was simply doing Marta a favor, returning a kindness. If Hando were to take liberties ... Well, she would worry about that when the time came, not before. Taking one last drink of the honey flavored wine, Sandra left the tent, heading for the pavilion.
Chapter Ten
The candle flames leaped high, throwing strange, twisting shadows over the curtain walls of the canvas roofed pavilion. Sandra gasped as she peeked inside. While the space was not especially large, there was a sense of mystery about it. What she found most intriguing was that something hung from a wooden framework. It looked like a large red cape trimmed in white. Somewhere in the background drums beat rhythmically, and reed flutes played high, mysterious notes.
Sandra entered and looked about her, still feeling self-conscious in her very revealing costume. She clutched the halves of her vest together in a vain effort to hide her swelling breasts. Perhaps this whole thing was not such a good idea, after all. Maybe she should simply turn around and get back to the tent. She could slip quietly into her trench coat and be gone before Marta knew she was missing.
"Ah," said a voice behind her. "I see you have prepared yourself." It was Marta Changusa. She was wearing a high, feathered headdress of white ostrich plumes with strings of silver beads that draped down under her throat. Her body was covered with a filmy robe of white, her enormous breasts jutting out from it, their dark nipples clearly outlined through the thin fabric.
"I'm ready, but I'm- not sure I want to go through with this. I mean ..."
"Hush, child. It will not take long. Besides, one never knows the good which can come from such a ritual as this. It could change your life. Come with me." She took Sandra's arm, and the girl went along with her. She might as well get this over with. There was no way out of it now.
"Sit here," Marta said, indicating a low bench covered with a richly patterned oriental rug. Sandra sank down onto it, trying hard to keep her legs together so as not to be revealed by the gap in the pants. The air was hazy with smoke and smelled heavily of incense. Suddenly, Sandra felt dizzy. It must be the wine, she decided. Perhaps she should not have drunk so much of it.
Across the room, Hal was feeling dizzy as well, but he did not care. He was too busy watching the young woman who had just entered the room. While he was intrigued by her mirrored mask, he was really interested in her superb, supple looking body. Her harem pants hid almost nothing, and he could feel his penis beginning to uncoil as he watched her subtle curves and long, tapering legs. He had really stumbled into something special here, he decided. Between the masked woman who hung from the scaffolding, her twat shaved and open to his gaze and this graceful new addition, he was in for a real treat.
Solono, god of the Sun, the blonde woman had called him, and Hal was costumed accordingly. On his head was a tall crown of gold colored metal with a visor which extended down to cover his eyes and nose, masking him just as the two women were masked. His broad chest was bare, except for a large, round breast plate stamped with a twisting, sunburst design. It was suspended from his neck on a heavy chain, and another chain looped around his lower back to keep it from flopping out when he bent over. His trim, muscular hips were encircled by another length of chain which held up his loin covering, a heavily embroidered affair of thick material which was so long it nearly brushed the ground. It included two panels, one hiding his long, erect penis, the other covering the long crack of his buttocks. Unlike loin cloths he had seen before, this one made no attempt to cup his genitals. They hung flopping and loose beneath the fabric cover, just the way Hal liked it. Wide bracelets clasped his ankles and wrists. He really did feel a bit like a sun god.
The sound of drums swelled louder, and Marta Changusa swept into the center of the pavilion. Standing beneath the hanging woman, she began, her voice a low, rhythmical chant, her long fingers writhing in time to the music.
"Altara, the goddess of dawn, hangs imprisoned by the Night. He dances now about her, laughing at the sight."
A male figure leapt into view. It was Hando Rubosa, clad only in a high, silver studded, black headdress and a tight leather jock strap. He danced wildly about, writhing with the drum beats.
Sandra gasped. Finally she could see where the coils of the snake on his chest went. Never had she seen a tattoo so strange, so oddly sensual. Her eyes traced the curving lines of the snake's body, artistically created to harmonize exactly with the boy's tensely muscled body. She found herself delightfully aroused by his near nudity, and she watched hungrily as he cavorted about the center of the room. What was it he was dancing in front of? The hugely billowing cape hid him from her view half the time. That was annoying, and Sandra decided to do something about it.
Getting up slowly so as not to disturb the proceedings, she moved around to where she could get a better look at Hando's wildly writhing body. As she looked up at the scaffold, she let out a frightened gasp. For the first time she saw the female figure that hung there, masked and inert, apparently unconscious. Her eyes focused on the lewd, shaved slit of the woman's crotch. It looked impossibly silky, like a baby's behind.
As she watched, Hando bent forward, and his long, pink tongue flicked out to tickle the naked cleft. The hanging woman groaned loudly, her body writhing against its bonds. So, Sandra thought, she was not unconscious after all. Perhaps she had only been drugged.
She shook her head. Her own mind was none too clear after drinking that honeyed wine. She should have known better. Fascinated, she looked on while Hando continued to lave the woman's vulnerable crack with his educated tongue. She could almost feel the wetness of it licking at her own pussy and caught herself envying the hanging female. Just as her fingers began moving down to touch the tingling place between her own thighs, Marta, as Ishtar, spoke again.
"To help her sister, Shanta hurries. But Night is strong. He has no worries." The white robed woman was beckoning to Sandra.
What was she supposed to do? Shrugging her shoulders, she ran forward, following the words of the poem. His muscular arms spread wide, Hando rushed to meet her. Winding himself about her shivering body, he ran his long, slim fingers up and down her back. She gasped at the hotness of his chest pressing against her nakedness. His hugely aroused penis throbbed at her groin, and she could feel every detail of it through the leather strap.
Hando's lips found hers, and the two of them kissed, Sandra's erect nipples poking into his tatooed chest. Mouths open, they dueled, Hando overwhelming her with the musky scent of his maleness. He was totally animal, and Sandra knew it. She had known it from the moment she laid eyes on him, and now she was experiencing his overt sexuality first hand. Soft, mewling noises escaped her throat as her wret tongue tickled along the underside of his writhing, wet oral instrument. She could taste the saltiness of the hanging female's cunt juices in his mouth, and it excited her all the more. Her own pussy was leaking freely now, its moist flow soaking into the black leather of Hando's restraining pouch. She twisted in his arms, and his smooth hands found their way to her silken buttocks. His fingers dug savagely into her soft flesh. He pushed the cheeks together, rubbing the sensitive halves of her long, hairless crack against one another. Sandra groaneb! deep in her throat, pushing her quivering cunt into the man's throbbing groin. All else was forgotten. Now all she wanted was to be entered by this youth's magnificent penis. She wanted it probing into the softness of her pussy, pushing the walls apart, touching her deepest parts. Sandra whimpered pleadingly, her nostrils flaring as she once again breathed in the masculine scent of him. Slowly Hando lowered her to the ground at the base of the scaffolding. She could look directly up into the suspended woman's pussy. It gaped redly open between her splayed, bound legs, Hando's spittle causing it to glisten lewdly in the flickering light of the candles.
Sandra's eyes followed the length of the shaved, naked slit. It was so beautiful, so alive, so vulnerable. She caught herself wishing she could be open like that, every hair cut away, freeing her to each lascivious sensation.
Through passion slitted eyes she watched Hando Rubosa as he stood over her. With slow, deliberate movements he peeled the black strap down his long legs, his trim hips undulating softly in the flickering candlelight.
Sandra caught her breath as his huge penis flopped free. It was easily eleven inches long, the largest and thickest she had ever seen. She gazed hungrily at the elegant drape of his foreskin, wondering at the fist size knob of power it held hidden within it. Her entire groin was twitching with lewd expectation. She spread her legs wide, her fingers scrabbling along the tender insides of her thighs, inviting the young man to take her, to vanquish her burning desires, to ravish her aching, fleece-covered cleft. She could feel the liquids of lust gushing within her, the moist sweetness oozing out through the pouting, swollen lips of her twat. Urgent, mewling cries came from her tense throat, and her mouth was dry with raw excitement.
Moving forward, Hando placed the sole of his right foot directly on Sandra's trembling cuntal mound. She felt the long, well articulated toes wriggling against her exposed, hotly aroused flesh and let out a long, low animalistic moan. She was greedy, hungry for his maleness, eagerly begging for satisfaction. She wiggled beneath him, her buttocks rising from the ground.
Naked, the light catching the glistening layer of sweat that covered his lithely muscled body, Hando lowered himself to her. On his knees between her opened legs, he stroked his rigidly erect phallus with trembling fingers, pulling back the foreskin to reveal his shiny, musk scented head. He moved the foreskin back and forth lewdly, the tacky wetness of his syrupy male fluid causing a slurping sound that seemed like music to Sandra's passion sensitive ears.
Hando leaned forward, a leering smile wreathing his face. His long, wolfish tongue snaked out to lickingly moisten his full lips, and he lunged into her. Without warning, the punishing hardness of his swelling knob sank between the soft folds of her cuntflesh. Sandra let out a pitiful moan. The pain was mind boggling. He was stretching the delicate walls of her vagina to the breaking point.
"Stop. Pleeeeeeease stop!" the girl cried. "You're killing me. You're gonna rip me apart!"
Hando pushed onward as though he did not even hear her. Tossing his proud head from side to side, his black eyes snapping* he rammed his huge, brutally raping cock into her body. His hands shot, palms downward, to her flopping breasts. Closing his fingers over the lush fullness of them, he kneaded the flesh roughly, making Sandra scream out even louder as stirring pain shot through her trembling young body.
She lay mewling on the ground, her legs splayed helplessly as the sex crazed male shoved his lewdly hardened erection into her sweating body over and over again. Her glassy eyes gazed upward, trying to focus. She could make out the shaved cunt lips of the woman who hung above her. There were drops of dewy moisture dripping from the sheared opening as if it were an open wound. Sandra knew then that the female was awake and watching what was going on below her. She cried out all the louder. Would no one rescue her from this gypsy demon?
Now, Marta spoke again, her volume diminished, her tone soft and crooning. "Help is coming, do not fear. Solono, the Sun and god is near." Clapping her hands, she beckoned Hal to come forward.
He moved slowly into the center of the room, his eyes wide behind the openings of the mask he wore. Never in his life had he been part of a scene so sexually arousing. He felt sure that the amber wine had some effect. Nevertheless, the sight of the terrified young woman being raped by the lavishly tatooed young male while another woman, helpless, hung above with her cunt dripping forth its musky smelling fluids was enough to drive him mad with raw lust.
Sandra tried to follow what Marta was chanting in her deep, sonorous voice. She had said something about help, and then some words about a sun god. She fought for breath, Hando's huge, punishing penis driving into her relentlessly. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. With wide eyes, she looked toward a new movement off to her left. There stood a tall, gold masked figure. The Sun, she was sure. He was beautiful, the candlelight reflecting off his sweating muscles. What lay beneath that ground sweeping loin cover, and where on Earth had this superhuman figure come from? Sandra cried out to him, desperate for help.
The chanting began again, the voice of Ishtar rising musically above the hypnotic sound of the drums. "Now comes the battle they must fight, the god of Sun and god of
Night."
The golden figure circled he fucking couple. Sandra cried out again, her voice filled with fear and pleading. "Help! Oh please, please help me. He's killing meee- eeeeeee!"
The tall figure swayed before Sandra's tear-filled eyes. Would he help her? The chanting goddess had said distinctly that there was to be a battle. Biting her lips to keep from crying out as the hugely erect male organ continued to batter against the tender walls of her bruised vagina, she waited to see what would happen next.
"Now the struggle must be won, with use of Shanta by the Sun."
What could the woman mean by that?
Shanta, that was her, Sandra thought, panic rising in her belly. Ishtar clapped her hands together commandingly. At the signal, Hando grappled with Sandra. Wrapping both his strong arms around her neck, he lifted her up, driving the gigantic stake of his prick even further up into her feverish guts than before. With one quick movement to the side, he rolled the girl over. Lying on his back, he grinned up at her lewdly, his ravaging penis still buried all the way up her twat. She sprawled across his chest, trying to understand what was happening.
Hal. was staggering so he could hardly navigate. Something in that wine had gotten to him, he decided. He blinked his eyes. What did they expect of him? What was he supposed to do next? He focused his gaze on the upturned buttocks of the woman who was being fucked half to death on the ground. The cheeks looked succulent and impossibly smooth in the half light. Her legs were splayed wide as they straddled those of the tattooed male under her. Hal could see the base of the man's obscenely large penis where it disappeared between the soft looking folds of the woman's wet, throbbingly alive cuntal passage. The chanting priestess had said something about the use of Shanta by the Sun. He was supposed to be the Sun.
Suddenly, his eyes trained on the woman's openly stretched buttocks, Hal knew what to do. Whether it was what they wanted from him or not, that lewdly stretched, totally hairless crevice was just too much to resist. Opening his eyes wide, he caught a glimpse of the woman's tightly clenched anal rosebud. It looked so tiny, so impossibly tight, that there was no way he could keep himself from testing it. Would she be able to accommodate him? He would know in less than a moment. He remembered how Sandra had howled and screamed at him for even suggesting that he might like to enter her through that forbidden gateway. Now he would do it to this masked female. He could pretend to himself he was blasting open his wife's anterior lips and that she was loving it, inviting him ever onward until he was all the way inside, his thick, pubic bush scrubbing at the heavenly softness of her ass cheeks.
Hal knelt between the outstretched legs of the young, dark skinned man who lay beneath the female, ramming his burgeoning penis all the way up into her accepting twat. She was no longer resisting the savage onslaught, Hal could see that. She pushed down to meet her. By now, she must feel as though it were coming out her mouth. That was nothing compared to what she was about to feel from him, Hal thought, smiling to himself.
Using both hands, he pulled her supple buttocks apart. Sandra gasped loudly as the cold air hit her rectal opening. What was the strange, tall man doing? Why did he not leave her alone? She was just admitting to herself that she was enjoying what Hando was causing to happen within her sex ravished body. The pain was gone. Each new thrust brought with it new sensations of filling, exciting, sexual satisfaction. Every pore of her perspiring body called out for more. If he suddenly decided he was going to stick his whole arm up into' her flooding pussy, she was sure she could take it and beg for more. How would she ever face her husband after this? She made up her mind to worry about that later. Right now she was at the sexual peak of her life.
Something hard and pulpy touched Sandra's behind. It moved moistly along her hairless crack. It felt good. What was the masked man doing? The massive knob stopped directly on her sensitive anal ring. Suddenly she knew what he intended to do.
"No!" Sandra screamed. "You can't! You mustn't. I can't take it. Nooooooo!" She squirmed about wildly, caught on the mighty stake of Hando's unrelentingly hard prick.
Sensing her panic, the young man grabbed her around the back, holding her tightly against his heaving, sweaty chest, keeping her utterly immobile and open to the lewd attack.
Sandra screamed and cried. She could not endure this, she was certain. There was nothing in the world she feared more completely than anal rape. She had had nightmares about it from the time she was a child. Even when she tried to tell her mother about her fear filled dreams, the woman would not listen. The idea was too horrible even to discuss.
"Pleeeeeeease, please, let me go," she sobbed. "He'll kill me. I don't want to die. Somebody help me, pleeeeeeease!"
All at once, Ishtar was standing over her, smiling down lovingly, radiantly beautiful in her snow white robes. Sandra was sure she had come to rescue her. The woman thrust a tall goblet toward her mouth.
"Here," she commanded, "Drink. It will relax you and make your desires well up thrillingly within you. When we are finished here, you will be a new woman, complete for the first time in your life."
"No, I can't. I..." Sandra choked and sputtered as the sweet, amber colored wine filled her mouth. She swallowed despite herself, and the liquid spewed hotly down her throat. Instantly, her already warm body was atingle with new life, and the hot penis throbbing within her tightly hugging vagina excited her even more fully than before.
The hands spread her buttocks insistently, pulling the halves apart, opening her up mercilessly. Sandra writhed and sobbed, her universe centered on the smooth, hot cock knob that was getting ready to plow into her rectal passage. The last bit of virginity she possessed was going. She whimpered pitifully.
Sandra screamed, her terrified voice ripping through the evening air. She felt the man working his burning tip between the smooth, fleshy mounds of her buttocks until it nudged salaciously against the tightly puckered lips of her hole.
"Nooooooo," she moaned, knowing that her protests would do no good at all.
The man tightened his grip on her squirming cheeks and pushed hard into her nakedly splayed body. She was vulnerable, caught on the huge thickness of Hando's rigid phallus. She could feel his steel hardness pushing against her tight opening, forcing, demanding entrance. There was no way to stop him.
The vainly resisting muscles of her anal ring collapsed in defeat, and, grabbing her harder than before, the muscular animal above her pulled her back against his groin, yanking her onto his impaling thickness. Sandra's whole body shook violently, and she cried aloud.
"Noooooool Aggggggh. You're hurting me. You're killing me. Take it out. Please. Somebody help me. It's so gigantic, so big, tooooo big!"
Then, as if something magic had happened, Sandra stopped screaming. Just as she had suddenly come to respond to the sensation of Hando's immensely punishing cock slamming into her, she now found herself beginning to enjoy the skewering hard thrusts of this naked, all-possessing prick.
Marta had been right. The sensation was wonderful She was being filled totally with pulsing, living cock. Hando's massive erection was still stretching the walls of her cunt with a force she had never before known. At the same time, the man in- vading her body from the rear was also giving her something new, and Sandra would never forget the feeling of the wildly exciting double fucking.
"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she hissed, pushing her buttocks back to demand more of the filling, stretching meat. "It feels so goddamn big, as big as my arm. Ohhhhhhh!"
Hal moaned with pain and pleasure. The woman's hole was tighter even than he imagined it would be. Never again would he be totally satisfied merely with a cunt. This was like nothing else in the whole world. He gazed down the length of his body to watch his stiffened erection slide hotly in and out of her gripping anus. Her pink flesh clung furiously to the gleaming hardness of his penis, as if it were afraid to let it slip away.
Sandra groaned, her body trembling all over as the last inch of his harshly erect cock bored into her bowel with the hardness of a hot steel rod. She choked with abandon, her slender body squirming and bucking savagely between the two sweat-soaked men. Her full, sensuous hips began a slow, writhing dance of unbridled sexuality, and she whimpered in wanton ecstasy. In the wildness of her totally aroused mind, Sandra realized she had just been born. She was now the completely alive, sensually aware woman she wanted to be, that Hal wanted her to be. She could hardly wait to get home to him. He would never believe the change in her. She would fuck him to utter, satisfied exhaustion.
She groaned, her naked butt cheeks clenching and unclenching with salacious fervor, her flooding pussy bathing Hando's ever-rubbing erection with womanly fluids.
Suddenly, someone was lifting her, raising her up by the shoulders, forcing the upper portion of her body upward, hurting her back. It was Ishtar, a lewdly excited smile on her full lips. She pulled Sandra up insistently, and then the girl understood why. The dripping, fluid oozing cunt of the hanging woman was an inch from her face. The wildly musky scent of it filled her nostrils, and she found herself drooling excitedly. Her eyes wide, she looked into the pinkly folded convolutions of the shaved opening. It was so beautiful, more lovely than anything she had ever seen. The drops of moisture, female dew, stood out around its quivering lips, and they shown brightly in the light like a thousand precious diamonds.
Sandra opened her full, hotly trembling lips and closed them again over the silken surface of the woman's nakedly splayed cunt. The masked female above her gave a low, soul-shattering moan, and Sandra felt the twat lips against her mouth begin to open, blossoming like a rose in the hot summer sun.
The bound woman was coming, climaxing frantically all over Sandra's face and into her eagerly sucking mouth. She ate of the wetness, opening her lips to the flood, licking at the distended pussy with her hot, warmly coaxing tongue. She would not be satiated until she had it all. The sweet, womanly flavor drenched her excited tastebuds, and still she ate, again licking, delving deep between the salaciously bare lips.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Hando was coming. He pushed up into Sandra's screamingly tight slit and let go a fountain of hot, viscous cum. She took it all, moaning and twisting her hips from side to side as she felt the torrent of hot syrup pour into her.
The wild action of her body set off Hal's climax. "Ahhhhhhh shit," he groaned, his voice coming in heaving gasps. "I'm co-mmmmming, commmmmmmi-ng forever." He pushed into Sandra's stranglingly tight anus one more time, burying his hot, vomiting prick all the way up into her trembling bowels.
As she felt the wetness enter her body from all sides, Sandra reached out for and achieved the greatest climax of her life. Her whole frame shook with wildly sensual pleasure as the womanly wetness flooded out of the quivering hotness of her insides. She was coming, coming, coming from deep within herself, from places she never knew existed. It was the climax of a complete, totally aroused female. Never again would she be shy about sex. Never again would she hesitate before trying a new sensual experiment. This ceremony had made her whole, dramatically ready to give and to receive the entire experience.
The three of them lay exhausted on the ground, Sandra still pinned between the two men's bodies.
"Come," Marta said, her voice low and calm. "It is complete. The ritual is over."
The drums had ceased, along with the mysterious flute music. The sounds of the night were all around them, quiet sounds, normal sounds.
Sandra looked up at the golden male as he pulled his deflated penis from her body and sat down heavily on the ground beside her. She felt no regret about what had happened between them. Whoever he was, he certainly was handsome.
Slowly, Hal pulled off his gold crown and visor and grinned sheepishly at the masked woman beside him. To his dismay, she began to laugh, quietly at first and then louder, until her whole body was shaking with it. She pulled herself away from the dark, tattoo-covered youth who lay beneath her and sat up, still giggling hysterically.
"Well," Hal snapped defensively, "I'm glad you think it's all so funny. Fm glad you you think that everything I am doing is meant to be entertaining to you."
She shook her head. "No, no, it's not that," she said, her voice so choked with laughing she could hardly speak. "You were wonderful! What's so funny is this." She pulled off her mask, and Hal stared at his wife in shocked disbelief.
"Sandra! How? Where? How could this be?"
"Don't worry about it. Isn't it wonderful?" She began to laugh all over again, and Hal found himself joining her. The two of them sat rocking on the ground, convulsed in laughter.
Then a woman's voice was screaming from above. "Let me down! Let me go! I'll scream until the police come!"
Jumping up quickly, Hando helped Marta loosen the bonds of the woman who hung from the scaffolding. Hal's eyes grew wide as he gazed at the youth's long, flopping cock.
"Hey," he whispered, leaning close to his wife, "Did you actually just have that huge thing stuffed up your pussy?"
"Every inch of it, Babe." She reached out and took his hand affectionately. "Why do you ask?"
There was a worried look in Hal's eyes as he answered. "Do you think you'll ever be satisfied with me again after that?"
Sandra chuckled softly and scooted over to snuggle against his muscular body. "There's not a thing to worry about, Honey. Not a thing in the world."
The woman who had been tied above them staggered around, cursing loudly. "I'll get the police. That's what I'll do. So help me, I'll tell them everything. You'll pay for this, all of you." With fumbling hands, she pulled the mask from her head. Squinting, she looked down at Hal and Sandra who were sitting at her feet. She let out a piercing scream and dropped the mask. Bolting suddenly, she ran from the pavilion and out into the night.
"My God!" Sandra exclaimed, "That was Candy!"
"It sure as hell was!" Hal replied.
Their laughter began all over again, great gales of it rolling out of them as they sat hugging one another on the ground.
"You know something else?" Bill added. "I'd be willing to bet she didn't recognize either one of us until just now."
"Candy always was blind as a bat, from the time we were kids. Do you suppose we should go looking for her? It's dark out there."
"Do not concern yourselves," Marta said. "Her car is near at hand, and it is in good running order. Hando has replaced everything he removed in order to, shall we say, detain her."
"But why did you do all this?" Hal asked.
"Your treacherous friend needed to be taught a lesson, as did you, my child." She smiled down at Sandra, patting her gently on the head.
"I don't know about Candy, but I certainly learned mine." Sandra snuggled closer to Hal. "But what about Candy's threats? What if she does go to the police?"
"It is doubtful that she will. In fact, I should not be surprised if it is a long time before you see your so called friend again.
If she should talk to the police, well, Hando and I live as gypsies. We have a way of disappearing."
EPILOGUE
Several days later, Hal and Sandra lay in bed, the morning sun falling across their naked bodies. Her buttocks trembling from the wild screwing her husband had just given them, Sandra stretched in satisfaction.
"You know something? I tried to call Candy yesterday, and I found out her phone's been disconnected."
"I got a feeling she left town," Hal said as he reached out to caress her tight, smooth ass cheeks. "She was probably ashamed to face us after she enjoyed your eating her out so much."
Sandra chuckled. "She came so hard, she practically drowned me."
"I stopped by the woods last night on my way home from work." Hal's fingers found their way down to caress the base of her warm, moist cunt.
"Did you see Marta and Hando?" Sandra asked, spreading her legs.
"There was no sign of them. You would never know there'd been anybody camped there."
Sandra sighed. "What a shame. I never felt as though we really told them how grateful we were for what they did for us," She raised her buttocks, letting his fingers explore the length of her sizzling icleft.
"Oh, I don't think you should worry about that. I'm sure they knew."
