In many cases, today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than as a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill seeking. Sexual deviance is used as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often, a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern-at worst, depravity.
TWICE RAPED WIFE is the story of one wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other men and women. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Gail Chasen rubbed her voluptuous figure with the green monogrammed towel. The soft terrycloth felt good against her sensitive skin. The towel dropped to the bathroom floor, and the bright overhead light made her flesh glow pink.
Gail pulled the pins out of her hair, releasing the long raven curls from atop her head. They framed her face in silky ringlets. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as she stared at her finely sculptured features in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her curls, the natural wave bringing it all into place.
She slowly turned on her toes, checking her ass to see if the marks from Ted's rough handling that morning were still evident. She giggled. The memory of her husband's mouth passionately biting her ass was still vivid in her mind.
She inspected her perfectly shaped tits. The swollen nipples grew erect, triggered by her horny thoughts.
"Uhhh," she sighed, arousing herself with her own hands.
She began squeezing, kneading and massaging her large tits and tweaking her hard nipples. Her knees buckled, and she stopped as quickly as she had started.
Gail came out of the bathroom naked, glancing at the clock, making a mental note that her husband would be home from work soon.
"No sense in dressing," she said. "He'll only strip me bare again."
She shivered, glad she was married to Ted. He was always loving, considerate, and most of all, had an insatiable appetite for her body.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned out loud, mentally sucking his cock. She noticed that the window shade was up. "Damn."
She hurried across the well lit bedroom, her tits bouncing erotically with each stride. Quickly, she pulled the shade down, glad she had spotted it before Ted came home. He always nagged her about being so casual about her nudity.
If anything marred their ideal marriage, it was that. Gail, uninhibited and innocent, never saw harm in the casual display of her body. She loved sexy revealing clothes; Ted liked them too. But parading around the house naked, with no concern about open windows, was a different story.
Gail threw herself on the bed, parting her long elegant legs, her fingers deftly weaving through her furry patch of black pussy hair. She played with herself, the thought of a stranger seeing her naked, igniting the embers in the pit of her stomach.
It wasn't that she wanted to flash herself to anyone; it was just fun to think about it-a harmless fantasy ... not that she would actually do anything. Besides, she knew, no one ever peeked in at her.
"Aaaahhh," she sighed.
Tiring of playing with her pussy hair, she began to finger the velvety lips of her moist pussy. As her fingers stroked lightly through her cunt, she closed her eyes, and feeling bold and devilish, she pretended someone outside was watching her through the window. It set her blood boiling. Her free hand traveled up her writhing body to her huge tits. She caressed her tit roughly, as Ted would do. At once it started the flow of juices in her cunt.
"Unnnn, unnnn, unnnn," she panted heavily, hot creamy pussy juice seeping over her probing fingers.
She rolled over onto her belly, her curvaceous ass pert and glowing. She crammed both hands between her thighs and began humping them.
Gail enjoyed innocent foreplay before Ted came home. He would be happy coming home to a wife inflamed with lust, and as she jacked off, she concentrated on his hard cock and all the wonderful things she was going to do to it.
"Ooooh, Ted, hurry home," she whimpered aloud, squirming around her swirling fingers, caught up in her pleasure.
A noise penetrated her passionate play, and she stopped, rolling quickly over onto her back. It's Ted! He's home! Her face was already flushed with lust-brightened with joy. Her blue eyes sparkled like two diamonds.
She sprang out of bed, wanting to greet Ted as he came in the door. Hurrying, she ran down the narrow hallway, stopping at the living room entrance. Gasping excitedly, she draped herself against the doorway, her naked body bathed in the light of the living room lamp. She posed erotically, hearing the noise again as he turned the key in the lock.
She stared quizzically at the doorknob, her heart skipping along at ninety miles an hour, wondering what was taking him so long.
"Christ," she murmured. She giggled, hoping his arms were full of presents, and that was the reason he was having so much difficulty.
The door finally opened, and she held her breath, a tingling ripple gushing through her turned-on pussy.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. It wasn't Ted! "Who ... Get OUT!"
She turned on her heels, her eyes wide with fear, and ran back to her bedroom.
A malicious sneer spread across the face of the man who broke into the house. He rushed across the living room and down the hall, lunging at Gail as she tried closing the bedroom door in front of her. His booted foot stopped the door halfway.
"Hi, little lady," he rasped from the other side of the half-opened door.
Her nudity forgotten, Gail pounded her fists on the door, her tits jiggling erotically under the stranger's stare.
"GET OUT! GET OUT!" she screamed frantically.
The stranger forcibly pushed the door back, almost knocking Gail to the floor. "Don't be so noisy," he said, his teeth gleaming out from his bearded face. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She turned, fleeing for the safety of the bathroom. He reached out, grabbing her slim wrist, twisting it, stopping her in her tracks.
"Oooowwww!" she cried. "Let me go! You're hurting me!"
Gail struggled, lashing out ineffectually at the man's legs with her bare feet. She swung her free arm at him, trying to claw his face with her nails. It was no use. He parried her blows no matter what she did, and he continued to laugh.
"Let me go! Please!" she sobbed, the tears streaming down her face. "Pleeease. Take my jewelry-money-anything-but please let me go. I'll never say a word."
The stranger leered, feasting his dark gaze on Gail's luscious body, devouring her huge heaving tits with his eyes, drooling over her patch of black pussy hair. He gave her wrist a small tug and she whined like a frightened puppy.
"First, I want your crying and the noises to stop!" he said.
She nodded numbly, hoping that if she obeyed readily, he would take her valuables and leave without harming her.
"The jewels are on my dresser," she said, trying to regain her composure.
She caught him glaring at her, and at once realized she was naked. She began to fight him again in desperation.
"No! No!" She clawed at him, breaking the skin on the back of his hand.
"Oooowww!" he shouted, releasing her wrist.
Before she could react and run, he slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling backward on the bed as she sobbed and wept in hysterics.
He leered intently at her exposed and vulnerable body. Her legs were parted unintentionally, and he ogled her soft creamy inner thighs and pussy. A hint of her reddish cunt glinted through her silky black pussy hairs.
Gail looked around like a trapped animal, stunned, seeking a hiding place to run to. It was useless. There were none. She pulled the covers over herself, shielding her flesh from his ugly stare. She pointed a bare arm out from under the covers.
"There, on my dresser. In the box. Take them and go."
He roared a dirty laugh laced with passion. "I didn't come for your jewelry, Mrs. Chasen. I came for you."
He rubbed his crotch with enjoyment, seeing the terror that swept over her scared face.
"I came for you," he repeated, emphasizing each word.
"OH! NO!" she cried, squeezing the covers tightly around her neck. "My husband is coming home in a minute."
The man shook his head, his dark eyes glowing like a madman's. "He won't be home for quite some time," he said and smiled. "It's Friday, and he's always late on Fridays."
"How ... how ... do you know ... that?" she stammered, frightened half out of her mind, hoping he was only trying to scare her with his threat of rape.
"I've been watching you for quite a while," he explained. "For weeks. You enjoy showing off your body, and I've seen you every chance I get. I've even seen you fuck your husband a few times. I really get off on that." He was rubbing his crotch absentmindedly now, the fire in his balls spreading, encompassing his entire being.
Gail looked at him, horrified. He is a rapist. Ted was right. This ... this evil man has been spying on me.
"Oh, my God! I'll scream," she threatened.
"If you do, I'll have to hurt you real bad." His voice carried the threat a step further than was needed.
She believed him. If she could talk to him, maybe ... just maybe ... she could persuade him to take her jewels and leave. She had read somewhere about talking rapists out of it. It might work. Talk, yes, talk to him.
"What's your name?" she asked, her tone shaking with alarm.
"It's Tibbs," he replied. "You can call me Tibbs when you're coming." He laughed again, his fingers going to his shirt buttons.
"Wouldn't you prefer the jewelry-expensive jewelry-Tibbs?" She tried to keep the fear out of her voice. "I have a very expensive diamond ring."
"I don't want your rings-only your body." His gaze burned through the bed covers that veiled her body.
She shuddered. "You can get all the girls you want with the money you'll make from selling the jewelry," she persisted. "Please. I'm not any good ... really."
He stepped closer to the bed, his swelling cock bulging in his jeans. "Listen to me, Gail, you don't mind if I call you Gail, do you?"
She didn't care what he called her as long as he left her alone. His crotch and bulging cock seemed to be invading her brain. She forced herself not to look at his prick, and the effort was not lost on Tibbs as he grinned widely.
"I don't mind at all, Tibbs," she said, using his name as often as possible. "I'm glad you're calling me by my first name."
Gail forced a sick smile on her face. It didn't help; her terror still screamed out from the dilated pupils of her eyes.
"I want you, Gail," Tibbs said, after she finished her babbling. "I've thought about nothing else for weeks. Now, why don't you relax and accept it. We'll have a great time, nobody will get hurt, and your husband will never know. So, loosen up." He reached for her covers, wanting to ogle her luscious figure while he undressed.
"Noooo!" She held the covers, clenching them around her neck as if her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white. "Pleeease, don't do this to me. Please."
Tibbs snarled. "Shut up, bitch. I know you want it."
He heard her wail like a baby when he tore the sheets from her shaking body. He gazed down at her white creamy flesh. Her skin was soft, her figure curved, not a bone protruding. His cock throbbed; she was exquisite.
Gail tried concealing her large tits with her hands. She crossed her legs, hoping to block his view of her pussy. Her insides churned in fear.
"I don't want it," she tried to explain.
"Why do you parade around all the time, flashing your body in front of the windows, huh?" he sneered.
"I ... I ... didn't realize...." she sobbed openly. "I ... didn't realize."
A scowl wrinkled his face. "Shaaad up, prick-teaser. You knew. You knew someone was looking, getting hot thinking about you; it turned you on."
He pulled off his shirt, his broad chest glistening with sweat.
Seeing him made her gasp. She tried to avoid looking at his body, but couldn't. His chest was muscular, his arms brawny, his stomach flat and hard. She tore her eyes away, hating herself for looking at him the way she did, even though it was for the briefest of seconds.
"You like muscles, huh? I got a lot more things you'll like looking at." He laughed like a crazy man, a demon.
She cried loudly, and covered her face with her hands. "Pleease, don't do this to me. Don't do...."
The sound of his heavy zipper echoed in her head, halting her pleas in mid-sentence. She crossed her arms over her tits and crossed her legs. She was pale as death. The sound of his pants dropping was unbearable.
Tibbs looked down at her and snickered. His mouth dried as he pulled off his shorts and kicked off his boots. He sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked his socks off, wanting nothing to come between him and this luscious, prick-teasing, exhibitionist bitch.
Gail rolled away as the sheer size of the man threw her into a state of shock. She was crying-soft whimpering cries that sounded like a child's.
"Get on your back, bitch," he growled. He gripped her slim white shoulder with his paw-like hand, and he pulled her easily onto her back.
His touch made her cringe. It felt eerie. Her skin crawled, goose bumps dotting her smooth silky flesh.
"Don't touch me," she said, shaking as he gripped her shoulder.
A vicious smile curled Tibbs' mouth, and he dug his fingers into her shoulder like a vise closing tight.
"Aaaayyyy," she whined, tears streaming down her tightly shut eyes. "You're ... hurting ... me."
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, and you won't get hurt." He let go of her shoulder. "Open your goddamn eyes or I'll break your jaw."
Gail opened her eyes, but refused to look at him. Her eyes were red from crying, her cheeks stained with tears. She bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering.
Tibbs liked her fear. He thrived on it; his ego fed on it. He grabbed her hand, placing it on the gigantic cock towering from his groin.
"Feel my cock, baby." He forced her fist open, and wrapped it around the thick stem of his giant cockmeat. "I'm going to give you hours of pleasure with my cock."
Her face screwed up in disgust. Her fingers couldn't close around the thickness of his cockshaft. His prick pulsed in her sweaty palm. She tried swallowing the lump forming in her throat. It was maddening. Her curiosity drew her like a magnet to look at his prick. She tried fighting the urge to stare, but lost the battle, her blue orbs widening in awe and terror at his monstrous tree trunk of a cock. His reddish-purple cockhead was swollen, the piss-slot gaping wide.
"Like my prick, huh?" he groaned, breaking the spell his cock had cast upon her.
His words seared her brain, and she dropped his prick as if it were the wrong end of a branding iron. She was repulsed by his cock. His prick wasn't human-a horse's cock on a brutish man.
"Put your hand back on my cock, bitch," he ordered. "Do it, or I'll tie you up and beat the piss out of you."
Gail was obedient, not wanting this crazy man to have full control. At least now she could move. She closed her hand on his cock. Hot tremors tingled through her arm and up into her brain, where they exploded like tiny lights behind her eyes. She hated herself for her feelings, repelled by the dirty ugly thoughts she kept suppressing.
"Look at my prick!" He grabbed her delicate chin with his bear-like hand, shifting her face to his cock. Automatically, her eyes lowered, her gaze devouring his giant cock as he had devoured her body with his lusty scrutiny.
"How would you like to suck my cock?" His hand scoured her voluptuous tits, his coarse callus-hardened palms irritating her sensitive skin.
"Oh, no," she sobbed, the idea so revolting, it made her stomach turn. "Please don't."
Tibbs was squirming against her fist, his passion filling his groin, making him ache. Jamming his groping hand between her clenched legs, his fingers dug into the flesh of her dry cunt.
"Your pussy's gonna be nice and wet when I'm done with you," he promised, his words making her sick. "You'll be begging me to fuck you."
She shook her head slowly back and forth, her eyes fluttering. "I ... I...." Heavy sobs racked her, and she took her hand off his prick, wishing she could die.
"Cry all you want," Tibbs snorted, climbing over her. "You'll be singing a different tune soon."
He was confident, cocksure of his masculinity and the power of his giant cock. He straddled her lithe feminine figure, his thickset thighs on either side of her, his prick lying on her soft belly.
Gail nearly passed out, the image of him above her fuzzy as her mind spun like a whirling carousel. His cock against her belly burned like hot steel. Trembling, she lay immobile, completely in his power. Her instincts told her to fight, but she was afraid of being hurt. She hated him, yet in a bizarre way, felt attracted to him-repelled and compelled at the same instant.
Tibbs leered down at Gail, his mouth watering as he imagined her full sensuous mouth slobbering all over his aching cock. He inched up her body and his cock seemed to be searing a path of scorched flesh in its wake. He stopped, the tip of his massive prick at the soft yielding under flesh of her mammoth tits.
"Unnnnn," he groaned, getting hotter and hotter as his cock poked at her tender tits. He lifted his ass an inch, grasping his hulking cock and jabbing it between her tits. Releasing his cock, he squeezed her titflesh together, enveloping his cockmeat in a warm pillow of tit.
"You got great tits, baby. Great fuckin' tits," he said.
Gail winced. His prick felt like a live snake between her tits. She avoided looking at his cock, concentrating on his belly-button, knowing if she shut her eyes, he would slap her.
He rocked back and forth, his hard cock between her tits, using her fleshy globes of titflesh as he would a cunt, fucking her cleavage, his hands kneading, digging harshly into her milky flesh.
"Unnnn," he groaned-louder this time-sucking in his breath. He pinched her nipples, making her whimper in pain. "You like it when it hurts?"
She shook her head, unaffected. The tears had stopped. She just wished he would stop tormenting her and end it. She didn't like or understand the feelings that were beginning to stir within her. She looked up at him in defiance.
"Fuck me, and be done with it. I don't care," she said in a monotone.
"Trying different tactics," he laughed. "I'll fuck you in my own good time, not when you tell me. I'll know when."
Tibbs sat up, waving his prick in her face.
"Grab my cock, bitch, and play with it. Make my prick your toy."
He jabbed his hips forward and slapped his prick back and forth across her face, still laughing.
Gail, out of desperation, grabbed his prick with both hands. He settled back and waited, watching intently as her hands surrounded his prick with warmth. She looked at his prick again. His cock was a monstrosity, and up close it frightened her. She stroked his cock lightly at first, feeling both fear and sexual curiosity.
"Mmmmmmm," Tibbs moaned, peering down at her as she played tentatively with his solid prick. "Don't be shy."
She squeezed his stiff prickshaft, her hands sliding up and down over the swollen veins that wrapped his muscular cock. The pulsing of his prick fascinated her. Sexual curiosity eroded her fears. She squeezed his hulking cock again, making Tibbs moan his pleasure. She did it again, harder this time. He repaid her with groans of heated delight.
Jerking the skin of his prick back and forth, Gail gazed at his long cock, its vein-covered shaft like a road map. She ran her fingers over his dark red cocktip, and Tibbs twitched. Saliva filled her mouth. A stirring feeling invaded her gut, and she hated herself-despised herself-for what she was doing.
"Enough playing," Tibbs interrupted. "I'm ready for some hot and wet cocksucking!" He jabbed his stiff cockmeat at her mouth.
Instinctively, Gail clamped her lips shut, her jaw firm. She was frightened to death of choking on his enormous prick. She placed the palms of her sweaty hands against his groin, shaking her head violently.
Tibbs leaned back, curious about what she would do.
Gail sighed. "Not this way," she panted. "I'm too scared of choking. I'll suck your cock if you lie on your back. Okay?"
Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. She had already resigned herself to his wishes, knowing there was no alternative.
Tibbs seemed to think about it. "No funny shit or you'll be one sorry cunt."
"No tricks," she said. "I promise."
Tibbs rolled off of her and lay on his back, his rigid cock sticking in the air.
"Anytime," he said. He looked at her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye.
Gail, grateful to escape a choking death, sighed with relief. Just having him off her was a bonus. She caught her breath, shuddering at the deal she had made with this dangerous man. She crawled down between his husky legs, feeling him follow her warily with his gaze. She took a deep breath, prepared to complete her part of the atrocious bargain.
"Don't take too long," he warned.
Gail was no longer listening to him. She was enthralled by his cock. If she had to suck his prick, this way was best. She opened her mouth wide, darting her tongue as her face drew closer to his prick. Her tongue lashed his bloated prickhead. Tibbs twitched, and Gail's pussy contracted. It was electrifying.
"In your mouth," he urged. "Suck my cock!"
She gripped the thick base of his prick with both hands. At the same time, her mouth stretched around his thick bulbous cockhead, her lips coming just under the bell-shaped ridge. His cockhead throbbed in her mouth, and she was shaking.
"Uhhhnngg," Tibbs groaned, the heat of her scorching mouth sending jolts of pleasure through his prickshaft and into his cum-laden balls. "Suck my cock!"
Gail sucked his cock deeply, almost hungrily, her tongue coming alive, slithering around the width of his prick. Spit drooled from her clinging lips, dripping down the long shaft of his prick, over her clenching hands, and onto his balls. She slid her hands up and down over his spit-slickened cock.
"Aaaahhh." He enjoyed Gail's expertise, reveled in it. "You got a great fuckin' mouth, baby! One fantastic mouth!"
His grating voice soured her stomach. She was actually pleasing this beast who broke into her home. Suddenly, an idea flashed into her head. If she could get him to come, he would leave. There would be no reason for him to stay, no reason to continue to hold her prisoner in her own home. She felt like rejoicing; she had found the answer!
Pretending to be enthused, she sucked his cock into her throat, the head of his monstrous prick stretching her gullet until she thought it would rip apart.
"Yeaah," he groaned, knowing her game and not caring. He would get what he came for. He joined her rhythm, lunging up, fucking his prick into her face over and over again.
"Suck my cock! Ugggghhh!" He squirmed, her teeth scraping against the stiff shaft of his prick, her tongue driving him wild. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Gail concentrated all of her energy on sucking Tibbs' cock, believing that once he shot his load of jism, he would leave. Her tongue swirled like a cyclone around his jabbing rockhard prickshaft, over his cockhead, through his piss-hole, and down and around the root of his cock, taking the brunt of his driving hips while his cock sank into the inner depths of her throat.
The muscles in Tibbs' belly tightened, his brute hands balled into clubs, and the cords in his neck looked like thick rope. He heaved his muscular chest, gasping breaths escaping from his open mouth. He slammed up into Gail's mouth, his cock brutally stabbing into her tight clenching throat.
"AggggMhhh," she gagged.
She could barely breathe, but she refused to surrender, believing this vulgar route was the path to her salvation from the vile would-be rapist. She sucked with a vengeance born of this idea. Her hands became a blur, rapidly sliding up and down his hard cock, the slick spit from her frothing mouth aiding the momentum.
"Ugghh, Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Tibbs pounded his fists into the mattress, and at the same time, and with the same force, pounded Gail's face with his swelling prick.
"I'm ready! Christ! I'm ... gonna ... COMING!"
The words nauseated her and exulted her. She would be done with him. She sucked his cock deeper, stroked faster, slammed her face around his prick with more fury, whipping his cockhead with her mouth so he couldn't hold his jizz back from her, couldn't stop if he suddenly understood her devious plan.
She felt the tightening of his prickhead, the swelling of his shaft, and the heartbeat pace of his jabbing lunges. He was ready, and she was jubilant.
"I'm COOOMING!" His voice broke like thunder. "AGGGHHHH!"
Tibbs' entire body flexed, then stiffened-the surge of his climax coursing through him like a storm.
"Jes-US!" he bellowed.
He hurled his cock up into her mouth, every muscle in his body moving at the same time, all keyed to the tremendous orgasm urged on by Gail's eager, greedy sucking.
Gail was unprepared for the deluge of cum that blasted through his massive cock. His jism came like an overflowing river breaking through a dam, gushing from his piss-slot in great pulsing wads that splattered the back of her throat. She gagged and choked, drowning on the torrent of outpouring white cum.
"UGGGHHHH!" He growled like an animal.
He slammed upwards with brute force, his prick squirting jism, but not shrinking. His climax spiraled him further, taking him to the peak again. Gail's mouth acted like a sucking vacuum, and it sent him over the steep precipice again. "
Holding onto his spouting prick for dear life, Gail became dizzy. She felt as if she were being lifted up with his cock. Hot cum gushed from her lips. She didn't want his jism in her mouth, yet with the velocity of his draining cock, most of his cum gushed down her throat, filling her belly.
Again and again, Tibbs brutalized Gail's sucking mouth with his incessantly lunging, drilling, and slamming cock. In an instant he arched, his body tight as a drum, then collapsed back on the bed, drifting back to normalcy while Gail sucked the last vestige of his heavy load of jizz from his cocktip.
Gail sucked with abandon, her goal: finish him off completely. She felt his body shudder but didn't notice that his cock had shrunk inside her mouth-she was that frantic! He had shot his wad, but she was lost in her purpose, still frantically sucking on his cock.
"Enough!" Tibbs shouted, shoving her off his cock. "ENOUGH!"
With cum dripping from her mouth, Gail rolled over. She had sucked him blind. He couldn't possibly want more. She had gone beyond the limit, given him more than she thought possible. She had saved her body from being violated by this savage human animal. She spit out the cum in her mouth, planning on burning the bedspread when he left.
CHAPTER TWO
Tibbs caught his breath. Some cum oozed from the tip of his prick, sliding down his cockhead and shaft like a pearl, until it blended with the cum and spit in his tangled cock hair. He looked over at Gail. Her back was to him, and he swept his smoldering gaze over her lush hip and delectable ass. Her ass crack looked especially inviting.
He reached over, grazing his finger through her ass crack and laughed as she froze, holding her breath.
"You get ready, honey," he sneered, about to lay the bombshell on her. "I'll be ready for you again in no time at all."
His raucous laugh added danger to his remark, and he goosed his fingertip into her wrinkled asshole.
"NO! I ... I ... sucked ... your cock!" She scooted away from his annoying, nasty fingers.
"Yeaaaah ... and I loved your cocksucking!" he groaned, reliving the scorching heat of her mouth and her fantastic cocksucking ability. "Your husband certainly knew what he was doin' when he married you. Your mouth is worth a fortune."
Tears flooded Gail's eyes. It had all been in vain! She had sucked his disgusting cock, and now he wanted more. Through her tears, she saw the bathroom and at once realized the safety it could provide once the door was locked. She settled herself, coiling for her one last chance to escape.
Tibbs seemed to have a sixth sense. He was on her before she had time to act. His naked body clamped onto hers, his limp sticky cock pressing into her back as his arm came around her, his paw gripping her large tit.
"You thinking about running away?"
Gail shuddered. Her skin crawled; his stale breath made her sick. His grizzly bearded face scratched her shoulder.
No, she sobbed helplessly. "I just want to be left alone. I did what you wanted. Go-please!"
"You did what you wanted," he snarled. "I came to fuck you, to feel my cock in your pussy, your hot cunt juices bathing my prick."
He dug his fingers through the soft flesh of her clenched thighs, searching for her cunt. He scraped his nails on her pussy lips, hearing her whimper in pain.
"You'll be ready soon."
"Ohhhh, noooo!" She wished she were dead. "Nooooo."
His cock pressed against her back felt like a slimy lizard. She tried to inch away, but she was on the edge of the bed, trapped underneath his vile body.
For the moment, Tibbs gave up on Gail's pussy, grabbing his prick in one hand. He grazed his cock up and down her ass crack, jabbing arrogantly at her tiny ass ring with the tip of his bulky prick.
"My cock will be hard soon, bitch! Nice and hard for your pussy."
"Haven't I done enough?" she blubbered through her tears.
"A blow job is never enough for me," he bragged, sweeping his cock through her ass cheeks. "Sorta like an appetizer at a fancy restaurant. Your pussy is the main course."
He rolled on the bed, pulling Gail over to the other side of him, away from the tempting bathroom door and the false security it offered. Her strangled cry of fear made him smile and his cock twitch.
"Get up, bitch. Stand up, and let me admire you."
"Noooo!" The thought of exhibiting her body for this contemptible bastard paralyzed her.
Tibbs whacked her sadistically across the ass, leaving red imprints of his hand on her asscheeks and making her howl with pain.
"Get your fuckin' ass off the bed, and do as you're told," he barked at her.
Tibbs pushed Gail off the bed, and she hit the floor with a thud, her knees and palms of her hands taking the brunt of the fall. She remained there, trembling in fear and shame.
"Get the fuck up, and do what you're told."
He leaned over, grabbing a fistful of her black silky hair. He pulled, yanking her head back.
"Get up!" he bellowed with determination.
"Yesssss," she hissed.
Her eyes bulged from the pain in her head; he was going to rip out her hair! She struggled, gasping as he finally released her hair.
Gail finally made it to her feet, her legs weak from terror. She stood powerless under Tibbs' hot lusty leer-not looking at him-concentrating on the bathroom door on the other side of the room. It could have been a million miles away for all the good it would do her.
"Don't even think about it," he told her, as if reading her thoughts. "If you were lucky enough to get in there, I'd break everything in this room, then bust the fuckin' door down and fuck you-but I'd leave you broken in a half a dozen pieces."
The true impact of his words hit her like a boulder. She believed him. Feeling completely intimidated, she nodded like a zombie under his spell.
He caressed her legs, his fingers playing in the foliage of her black patch of pussy hair. "Spread 'em."
She obeyed without hesitation, trembling in fear.
Tibbs mauled her bare cunt with his thick scraping fingers, gouging the soft cunt lips, working into the hidden recesses of her pussy in a vain attempt to start the natural juices of her cunt flowing.
"I'll bet you get nice and juicy when your husband sticks his cock in ya, huh?"
She didn't answer, hating him, wishing he would die, wishing she would die. His overbearing insolence made him loathsome.
He jabbed her hard in the cunt. "Answer, bitch!"
"Yes," she groaned.
He continued to stab at her tormented pussy, sending searing pain up her body. His wretched fingers seared through her tormented scared body.
"Yes. Yes! YES!" she cried hysterically.
His digging fingers drilled into Gail's pussy as she stood there, forced to submit to the dehumanizing exploration of her dry, tight cunt. She bit her lip, feeling his fingers pushing and gouging into the walls of her cunt. She stiffened as his other hand skimmed up over her belly and kneaded the flesh of her large tit.
Tibbs pulled himself up on the bed, his fingers still gouging Gail's cunt.
"You got a great body, baby," he said.
His fingers scraped inside her pussy, and a hint of cunt juice began to seep from her cushiony cunt walls. It was enough to bring a wide I-told-you-so grin to his face.
Gail saw it, along with the glint in his eyes that sparkled with great self-satisfaction. She hated him for what he was putting her through-loathed him for making her body respond to him. She tried shutting her mind off from him, tried to block out the sensations racing through her body. His intruding fingers, although they repulsed her, were triggering the flow of her creamy cunt juices.
"I told ya," he gloated, proud of his control over the sexy bitch. "You're all woman. I could tell that from the first time I saw you walk in front of your windows, naked. I can still remember it."
He yanked his fingers out of her pussy. There was a slick glistening film coating them, and he ran his fingers over his lips.
"Mmmmm. You taste real sweet. Maybe next time I visit you, I'll suck your cunt as sort of a treat."
He fell back on the bed, laughing wildly, like a crazy man.
Gail looked at him, wishing she could kill him. Her eyes dropped to his cock. It had grown huge and stiff again. She shook with fear-the fear of being ripped apart by his huge inhuman-looking cock. She glanced at the small clock on the table. If only Ted would come home, this crud would run away, and she would be saved.
Tibbs sat up again. Wrapping her in his burly arms, he pulled her down on the bed, kissing her mouth, prying her lips apart and sinking his tongue deep. His abrasive hands kneaded her soft skin, the callused palms reddening her silky flesh. He rolled her over on top of him, his hands skimming down to her ass where he dug into the softness of her asscheeks until she squirmed.
Gail struggled in his arms, his beard scraping her face. She broke the kiss, gasping, twisting against him, but this only turned him on more.
"Yeaaah, baby," he groaned, liking her weak struggling attempts. "I like a good fight." He roughed her up, digging his fingers into her soft pliable ass.
"Ooooowwww!" She tried clawing his face with her nails, but he grabbed her wrists, holding her arms up in the air, almost pulling them out of their sockets.
In a swift cat-like roll, Tibbs was on top of Gail, smiling crudely into her flushed face.
"Looks like we're just about ready, huh?"
He snickered, keeping her wrists locked above her head in one bear-like hand, his free hand cupping her chin. He kissed her again before the real action began, running his tongue into her mouth.
Gail tried kicking him, tried bringing her knee up into his balls, but he had anticipated it. He locked her legs in his, the power of his body, as he pressed down against her, confining her frantic movements to weak, squirming tussling.
His harsh kissing bruised her tender lips. He invaded her warm mouth with his tongue, his cock growing thicker, stronger, the more she squirmed beneath him. Ready to take the brunt of her pounding fists on his back, he released his grip on her wrists.
Gail struggled, pummeling his back with her beating fists. His cock was pressing into her belly. His prick was hard, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he fucked her.
She renewed her struggle in an attempt to discourage him. She feared her body might react favorably to his monstrous prick. The memory of his gouging fingers and her flowing cunt juices still plagued her.
Tibbs finally came off her scrumptious lips, grinning like a satyr, his dark eyes glowing.
"You're quite the little fighter," he said.
He propped himself above her on stiff arms, using his powerful legs to part her unwilling thighs.
"STOP!" he snarled.
Gail sucked in her breath and froze, his thundering voice scaring her enough to listen. She stared up at his smug, ruggedly handsome face, half-hidden by his beard. She shivered. In some ways, he reminded her of Satan. Everything seemed so bizarre.
"Good girl," he panted.
He lifted his ass, his cock springing up. Balancing himself on one arm, he reached down and guided the head of his Gargantuan cock between Gail's open thighs, angling it at her pussy hole. He pushed his thick bulbous cockhead between her cunt lips.
"Your cunt is dry again." He winked and added, "Not for long."
She cringed, feeling the pressure of his invading cock. She started to cry.
Tibbs brought his hand out from between her legs and balanced himself again on both stiff arms, ready, craving to see the look on her face when he plunged his prick into her cunt.
"You ready?" he taunted. "I'm gonna rip you apart, bitch. Drive my cock right up into your fuckin' belly." He threw back his head, laughing.
The blood quickly drained from Gail's face.
Tibbs, in the middle of his bloodcurdling laughter, slammed his hips forward, driving his prick into Gail's pussy. His laughter blended eerily with her screams of pain as his destructive prick sliced through her body.
"AAAAAYYYIIEEE!" she screamed.
The crippling pain ravaged her dry cunt; his prick scraped like rough sandpaper against the juiceless walls of her pussy. Each slamming inch of his cock brought her excruciating pain. She screamed again, pounding his muscular hairy chest, pounding him blindly as her cunt filled with his mammoth prick.
"Ayyyyyieeeeeeeee! You bastard! You BASTARD!"
Tibbs laughed in her tear-stained face, taking the pounding from her fists as if she were giving him love taps. He continued to push his cock in her fuckhole, the tight dryness of her pussy making deep penetration difficult.
Finally, summoning all of his strength, he jabbed forward in a mighty lunge and sank the rest of his giant prick in her cunt: pussy hair flush against cock hair, softness against hardness, with not enough room between their bodies for anything but sweat.
Gail thrashed like a trapped tigress, beating her fists on his back. She was shouting, the pain scorching her pussy, spreading like a flash fire throughout her entire body.
Tibbs rode the violence of her stormy hatred, loving every exciting second. His cock throbbed inside her pussy. Although dry, her tight pussy canal was as hot as a furnace. He dropped down on top of her, crushing her tits against his chest, squeezing her in his arms, stifling all of her angry maniacal movements. He buried his bearded face into her neck and waited, his hips undulating slowly, almost imperceptibly.
In her pained and panic-ridden mind, Gail knew that all of her battling was futile. It seemed to be what the evil bastard thrived on.
With this realization, she stopped fighting and became a pain-wracked statue.
"Unnnnn," he moaned heatedly, believing she was ready to take his cock.
He pushed himself back up on his hands, his arms stiff, his hot stare flooding her face.
"Gonna cooperate, huh?" he asked.
"No. I'm gonna lie here dead. You'll not get anymore satisfaction out of me," Gail said, her voice filled with hate.
"We'll see about that," he said with confidence. "We'll see how long it takes before you start begging for my cock!"
He eased out of her unresponsive body until only the tip of his cock was imbedded inside her dry fuckhole. Then he slowly and deliberately eased back inside her cunt until his prick was completely buried in her pussy again. He repeated his fucking motion over and over again, the dry channel of her tight cunthole becoming smoother, slicker with her cunt juice. He grinned lasciviously into her blank face.
Shocking her out of her complacency, he stabbed her cunt savagely, making her shudder in pain. Then he returned to the patient, deliberate cock strokes that brought increasing lubrication to her tight pussy. He picked up speed, shortening his strokes, the juices of her cunt flowing faster now, greasing his jabbing prick.
Gail noticed the change in her body and was mortified. She was beginning to respond to this animal. "No! No! NO!" she protested.
She despised him and hated herself for what her body was doing. She felt betrayed by her own feelings and vowed not to give up her mind as well.
Tibbs enjoyed seeing the beautiful woman fighting her natural desires. He twisted his prick inside her pussy, the creamy ooze from her spongy cunt walls saturating his cock. He slid his grease-coated prick out to the tip, then slammed it back up to his balls. His cock sliced through her pussy with ease, her cunt juices oiling his prickshaft.
"Ugggghhh," he grunted heavily, whacking his cock into her soft pussy, the sound of their flesh slapping together reverberating in his ears.
Faster and faster he pounded her with his lunging prick, not giving her a chance to breathe. He leered down into her frightened face.
Tears welled up in Gail's eyes. She was sick-the passion no one but Ted knew had risen to the surface. She averted her eyes from Tibbs, despising all that was happening.
Her hips began to move, slightly at first, but as his slicing cock fucked her faster, they rocked erotically. She was meeting his big hips with her small ones, her hot quivering body acting on its own-a traitor-a lustful traitor.
"You got it, baby," he groaned, his giant cock swelling, the faint pulsing of her pussy muscles surrounding his prick with pillowy softness. "You got it. Uhhhhh!"
"Nooooo," she wailed, unable to keep her hips from slamming up into his groin each time he pounded down. "NO!"
"Yesssss! YES!" he said passionately.
He plunged down into her bubbling pussy, bringing her to the hot shimmering plateau he was on. Her cunt was pulsing hard, throbbing against his driving cockshaft. Her body was responding-responding like he knew it would.
Gail bit her lip, fighting her onrushing passion. It was overpowering her, filling her with a heat she never expressed, except with Ted.
"Noooo!" she moaned.
Tibbs slashed her cunt with a series of violent stabs that rendered her helpless. In an instant, he ground his cock into her pussy, then pulled it out, the throbbing tip of his prick encased in seething pussymeat. He didn't move. He wanted to possess her, dominate her body and mind totally.
Gail panicked. She had caught his lust, aching for him to begin pumping his cock into her again. Her body was trembling for more. She humped up at him, grinding her clit into his tough groin, trying to take his cock back inside her cunt where she needed it.
"You can have my prick back when you beg for it, you hot little bitch! Thought you were too fuckin' good for me, eh?" He snarled and rammed his prick into her, roughly pulling his cock out to the tip again.
"Aggghhh," Gail wailed, clawing his arms.
She would never beg for the bastard's cock. She shuddered, her hips rotating, frantically trying to get the friction back, wanting-needing-to feel her body possessed by this hunk of devil cock.
Tibbs jabbed her again brutally, watching her eyes flood with lust. Then he stopped, seeing the lust turn to agonizing torment, the pupils of her pale blue eyes dilating. She craved his cock like an addict craved drugs!
"Say it!"
"Noooo," she squealed, refusing to give in to her deplorable desires.
But her body reacted differently, squirming against his cock, her pussy muscles tugging on his bloated prickhead. Her hips began humping and rotating in short frenzied circles.
He gently pushed his prick into her cunt a little way, tormenting her out of her skull. He twisted his hips, screwing his cock tantalizingly inside her dripping pussy. He sucked in his breath and slipped his cock out to the tip again and waited. Her weak defenses were melting rapidly.
In agonizing desperation, she looked up into his lust-filled face, defeat sweeping across her own features.
"Fuck me," she whispered, the words choking out.
He jabbed her with his cock and stopped. "I can't hear ya, bitch."
"I said," she sobbed, "fuck me."
"Louder, bitch," he barked at her. "Louder."
He pushed his bulging cock inside her pussy, making her moan in delight. Three sharp exquisite jabs-then nothing. This assault ripped away the final barrier.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me!" she squealed. "FUCK ME!"
She became wild, bucking up to his body in a frenzied attempt to quell the raging fury inside her.
"Ooohhh, GOD! FUCK ME!"
It was what Tibbs wanted-complete and total dominance.
"You got it, bitch." He slammed into her pussy with a ferocity that shocked her and overwhelmed her.
"AGGGGHHHH!" She arched her back, grinding her clit into his lunging groin.
Hysterical, Gail clawed his back and his arms, snaking her legs around his large hips, crunching him cock deep inside her steamy cunt. She wriggled and twisted, her blood engorged clit rubbed raw. She collided against him in a mindless attempt to quench the fires that were encompassing her.
Tibbs reveled in Gail's unabashed lust. With breathtaking speed, he gouged her cunt walls with the bloated head of his cock.
"Un! Un! Un!" he grunted each time he drove his huge cock into her twisting body. Her pussy became a wet pulsing vise, drawing him deeper and deeper. He was no longer in control, and they both succumbed to their relentless passion.
Gail met his plunging body head-on, ramming her cunt up at him, wrenching her hips. She dug her heels into the small of his back, recklessly slamming her body up at him, racing blindly toward her climax-a climax she needed more than life itself.
Tibbs' body hardened, each muscle working with the other, his hips moving in sync with Gail's, his pace fast but measured, bringing Gail and himself toward climax. While his cock fucked rapidly in and out of Gail's cunt, he crunched her in his arms, her legs squeezing his body tightly. He skimmed his hands under her gyrating body, digging into her slamming ass with his fingers.
Gail swooned, his cock feeling as if it were going to rip her apart.
"I'm ... aaaggghhhh!" she gurgled, unable to talk. "Aggggghhhhh!"
Tibbs pounded her soft thrashing body into the mattress. His cock began to swell inside her, stretching her pussy walls beyond their limit. He growled like a bear in the crook of her neck, his orgasm rapidly approaching.
"COME!" Gail screamed, craving his hot jism. "COME!"
She churned her hips, using her cunt muscles to bring him to the brink, to encourage his jism-building to the exploding point inside his balls-to spurt into her cunt.
Tibbs' mind seemed to explode in the same second his cock erupted. Hot, thick cum gushed from his heavy balls, surged through his bloated cock and spouted out of his piss slot. The first wad of jizz saturated Gail's greedy cunt.
"I'm combing!" his hoarse voice bellowed.
His announcement wasn't needed. Gail felt his boiling wad of jism splash against her sensitive pussy walls. The heavenly sensation triggered her own thunderous orgasm, and she went over the edge, spinning headlong into ecstasy.
"I'M COMIIING! FUCK MEEEE! CREAM ME!" she shrieked.
Her mind was lost to her orgasm. At this one fabulous moment, she wanted Tibbs wanted everything he had. Gail joyously lingered in her dizzy heights, sucking in his cum with her hungry cunt. She reveled in his domination-his power to make her feel this way.
Tibbs' cock exploded, wad after wad of jizz spewing into Gail's bottomless cunt. His ceaselessly jabbing prick sliced through the fuck cream and pussy juice with lightning speed.
"I ... I ... can't stop!" Gail howled, writhing in rapturous delight beneath his humping frame. "JESUS! OHHHH!"
Her orgasms washed over her, carrying her along in a fast surging current. She held onto Tibbs, afraid of being carried away in her delirium.
Their bodies battled, whacking at each other violently, each trying to subdue the other, each trying to take command. Slapping sweaty flesh, grunts, high-pitched and low growls blended to produce one horrendous sound, the bed squeaking its protest. The noise filled the room.
Gail's eyes fluttered, and she slipped into a fuzzy gray world as the blood rushed from her head to her pussy.
"Aaaahhh, fuck!" she moaned.
Her body acted on its own power, her orgasm taking her around and around the staggering heights of bliss. Her cunt seethed with excitement until she couldn't take it any longer.
Tibbs, surprised at Gail's fury and strength, soared with her, his cock seeming to draw its strength from the pussy it was invading. He slammed her cunt with wild abandon until he thought he would collapse with the strain.
In the next instant, it was over. Tibbs' strength was drained-spent-and he collapsed on top of Gail's spasming body. Gail, still shaking, held him as if he were her savior. The noise in the room settled into soft gasping groans and sighs.
Finally, Tibbs rolled off of her. Every muscle in his body ached. He sat up, regaining his strength.
"You're the best, baby. The absolute best."
He whacked her playfully on the ass and stood up.
"You keep those shades up, baby, maybe I'll come back and we can fuck again."
Gail was crying, her head buried in the pillows.
He left.
CHAPTER THREE
Gail lay in bed sobbing, despising herself. She had been raped, and in the end, she had submitted to the rapist's demands.
She heard sounds in the other room and began to shake all over again, afraid Tibbs had returned. With wide frightened eyes, she stared at the doorway, waiting for him to come back, his bearded face grinning at her.
"What? What's going on?" her husband Ted asked, seeing Gail naked on the bed.
He could smell the reeking traces of lust and bodily passion that hung heavily in the room.
"What the Christ have you been doing?"
"TED! Ohhh, Ted," she cried fretfully, holding her arms out for him. "I've been raped!" She broke down in hard wracking sobs.
Ted looked skeptically at his naked wife. All the times she had paraded in front of windows naked, flashed through his mind. He believed her, and in the same instant, he didn't. His mind flooded with conflicting thoughts.
"You were really begging for it," he spat out without thinking. "The way you flash your body all the goddamn time." His booming voice cracked like thunder, raised in hurt, anger, and bewilderment.
His words were true.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she continued to sob through a veil of tears. "He broke in ... there was nothing I could do."
"I'll bet," he sneered, jealousy mixing with hurt and anger.
He looked at his wife, enraged by an image of her fucking the faceless man. He wanted to lash out at her.
"If you weren't such a fuckin' exhibitionist...." He balled his fists. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you'd invited him in!"
"No! No, Ted. It's not true! He broke in. I ... I ... couldn't stop him!"
"Did you like it?" His anger rose, jealousy warping his reason, distorting his rationality. "ANSWER ME! Did you like being fucked by another man?"
For a fleeting moment, she avoided his burning stare and didn't answer, knowing she had begged Tibbs in the end.
"No! I ... was sickened!" she answered.
Ted saw the hesitation pass over her face and in her eyes.
"Lying bitch," he spat. "Lying fucking bitch!"
He spun on his heel and left, abandoning Gail.
Sobbing hysterically, she crumbled into a ball on the bed. Slowly, she came out of her crying fit, then called the police and made her report. If Ted didn't believe her, the police would. The description of the man-his mean face-was branded in her mind forever.
She hurried to the bathroom, the load of cum in her pussy squishing as she walked. Delirious, her only concern now was to rid her body of the horrid jism that filled her cunt.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower. The water had cleansed her body, and for a brief moment, she felt almost human again.
She glanced at the clock. The police would be there soon. She grabbed the first thing she saw-a flimsy silk robe-and wrapped her wet body in it. In her shocked state of mind, she didn't think about the silk clinging to her figure. In places, it seemed to be a part of her flesh.
The doorbell rang, and Gail almost jumped out of her skin. A ray of hope filled her heart. Once the police believed her, Ted would have to. It was as simple as that. She ran to the door, her silk robe plastered against her curvy hips, thighs, and tits.
"Thank God!" she gasped. "Come in."
Officer Gary Tolan's eyes bugged out when he first saw the voluptuous woman. A bolt of passion shot from his balls up his cock as he leered at Gail's tits. They were standing out from her wet silk robe as if she were naked. He gulped back his surprise.
"I got a report there was a rape here."
"Yes, yes, come in, please." She held the door open, oblivious to the arousing effect she was having on the handsome policeman.
"Are you Mrs. Gail Chasen?" he asked, coming in, finding it impossible to tear his eyes off Gail's creamy body.
"Yes. I was raped." She took his hand, nervously pulling him over to a chair. "Sit down."
"They sent me over to pick you up and bring you down to the station."
"I'll have to dress," she sighed heavily, not completely rational. "I can't go down wearing this." She pulled his hand. "Come with me, officer. I'm afraid of being alone."
She pulled him along, her tits jiggling, the silk material glued to her soft rounded ass, her dark ass crack erotically peeking through.
"Call me Gary." He allowed the near-hysterical woman to lead him to the bedroom.
"Is this where it happened?"
His balls tightened as he imagined her being fucked wildly on the bed. This bitch definitely didn't look like she'd turn down a cock. He grinned sheepishly.
"Yes," she replied, staring at the bed as if it were alien.
She shivered, a cold tremor jabbed her, turning her blood to ice.
"I was expecting my husband and...." She gulped, not able to finish the sentence.
Gary sat on the contoured chair at Gail's insistence and waited.
"Will you be able to recognize him again?" the officer asked.
"Yes." She grabbed a pair of tight jeans and a halter, heading for the bathroom. "I'll never be able to forget that face."
She decided to leave the bathroom door open so she could talk to the policeman. She caught her first glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"Ohhhh, God," she sputtered, not believing how erotic she looked.
The robe, if anything, accentuated her body, highlighting her charm instead of concealing it. Her hair was messed, and she looked like she had enjoyed an evening of passion. But deep in her eyes, the flicker of fear still dimly burned.
Gary glanced at the doorway leading to the bathroom. His eyes widened.
"Christ," he murmured under his breath, able to see her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
It was as if she were getting undressed in front of him. He shook his head and watched.
"Did he beat you?" Gary asked, his eyes glued to Gail's reflection.
Gail shuddered. "No, but he threatened to," she explained, pulling the wet robe off her body, checking for marks the rapist might have left.
Gary's breath caught in his chest as he ogled Gail's naked beauty. He smiled hotly. The bitch wasn't raped. He laughed out loud. Must have been caught by her husband, he told himself. He stood up.
"Does your husband know?"
"Yes," Gail answered, confirming Gary's beliefs. "He doesn't believe me," she confided. "We must catch this man to prove to Ted what he did to me and that I'm not lying."
Gary sauntered over to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall, still peering inside. Her body was exquisite, still red in places from the adulterous affair she was now trying to pawn off as rape.
"You're gorgeous," he remarked.
His voice was so close it startled her. She gasped, turning suddenly and seeing him. Her hands attempted to cover herself.
"What ... are ... you doing?"
He grinned wickedly. "Checking for evidence."
He devoured her with his ardent burning gaze. He looked at her beautiful face.
"Admit it, Mrs. Chasen, your husband caught you fucking someone else, and you dreamed up this bullshit story, right?"
"NO! I was raped. Why doesn't anybody believe me?" She started to cry again.
Gary pulled her into his arms, holding her against him. She was a cauldron of sensuous delight, a hot exquisite armful, and, he decided, since she was lying and had already been caught by her husband, she might be willing to give him a piece of ass too. He caressed her back, lingering on the cheeks of her tender ass.
She pushed herself out of his arms, shocked. Breathing raggedly, her huge milky tits heaving, she glared incredulously at him, not believing what was happening to her.
"Are you crazy?" she gasped.
"I would be if I believed you were raped," he replied craftily, feasting his eyes on her lush figure. "You must think I'm stupid. I saw the way you answered the door. Look at you now. If it wasn't planned, you probably tried teasing some guy, and he took what you were offering, like you're doing to me."
The policeman's boyish smirk barely concealed his passion.
"Wasn't the one guy enough? Need another cock?"
Gail grabbed her halter and attempted to cover up her tits.
"Get out or I'll call...." The sentence was ludicrous. He was the police.
Gary grasped the halter from her hand and tossed it on the floor.
"C'mon, you don't have to be shy with me," he said.
He winked crudely, as if it were their secret. He snapped her into his arms.
"Ya like it a little rough, don't you?"
This was a nightmare. It couldn't be happening to her-yet it was. It was if she were screaming into an empty void; no one heard.
"I was raped! I was raped!" she cried shrilly.
"Sure, honey: You think when we get down to headquarters they're gonna believe you anymore than I do?"
She looked at him wildly. Everyone had gone crazy!
"You're dying for some guy to throw a fuck into ya. The way you answered the door for me-leaving the bathroom door open so I could watch-Christ, you do everything but beg." He grabbed her again and kissed her.
Gail struggled against him, his rough uniform irritating her naked flesh, the buttons digging into her, the badge cutting her chest. It was useless to fight; he was too strong.
Gary swept her tired body up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed.
"This is where a hot bitch like you belongs."
He gave her a shrewd grin while stripping off his coat. Standing beside the bed, he whipped out his gun and waved it in front of her face.
"You like guns?"
Her eyes fixed on the revolver. She felt faint.
Gary rubbed the cold barrel along her flesh, his twisted smile widening sadistically as she quavered in sheer fright.
"I can tell you like it." He slid the gun slowly down her belly and stroked it through her pussy. "I know girls that like coming on my gun butt. Ya think you'd like it?"
"Nooooo," she whined tremulously.
She had visions of him pulling the trigger, and she fell back on the bed almost in a dead faint.
"Put it away. Pleeease," she pleaded.
Gary stroked her thigh with his free hand. "Relax, I'm not going to blow you away."
He pushed the barrel of his revolver into her pussy, making her squeal in terror. He pulled it out and wiped away the cunt juice that had begun to flow in her pussy. She was definitely a hot and ready bitch, looking for someone to fuck her. His free hand kneaded her flesh, laying the gun on the night table with the other.
"If you want me to use it on you, tell me."
She shook her head violently. "I don't!"
All at once, she was relieved that she wasn't going to be blown to bits.
"I was raped, why don't you believe me?" She stared at him through her lingering tears. It was like talking into the wind.
He shook his head, believing the answer to her ridiculous question was obvious. He held his nightstick in a lascivious gesture.
"You like to fuck rough, right?" He wielded the stick through her closed thighs. "You like it in the ass?"
Her eyes popped, and her mouth dropped open. "Jesus, please, don't ... not there!"
"You ever been fucked in the ass, Mrs. Chasen?"
He was right about her. She had only called the police to get herself off the hook and maybe get a little cock at the same time. He snickered. If it had been Harris who was sent here, the clown would probably have brought her to the station-a scene he was sure the hot, naked Mrs. Chasen wouldn't be interested in.
"I bet you'd love it," he said menacingly.
She shook her head, afraid to speak, her mind reeling with the unreality of the situation. She closed her thighs tighter, the wooden stick trapped in her flesh. She used her hand, pushing it away from her crotch.
"Take it out," she whispered, her voice squeaky and weak. "Pleeeeease!"
"C'mon, Mrs. Chasen. You like it." He twisted the club, digging it into her thighs, forcing her legs apart. "Now that's better."
He gaped hungrily at her cunt, pressing the rounded head of the stick between her puffy pussy lips.
"I'll bet you could take the whole damn stick up your cunt."
She was dizzy with conflicting emotions. Tibbs must have stirred something in her-something she had never thought she possessed. He had shown her that she enjoyed being abused, and now Gary was proving it again.
"Unnnnn," she moaned.
Gary saw the lust spread across her face. He was right. She was a hot bitch. He pushed the stick into her pussy, watching each inch disappear.
"Fuck it, baby. Cream all over it."
Gail refused to fight her passion this time. She nodded yes. She squirmed down, sucking the nightstick in with her cunt, humping the stiff piece of smooth wood as she would a cock.
"Uhhhhnnn!" she gasped as the stick penetrated her pussy.
Gary's cock was throbbing. "You hold it, baby. Fuck it while I get undressed."
She swooned, her hands going down to the stick stuffed in her pussy. Instead of pulling the dildo out, she did as he suggested, holding it deep in her cunt while she creamed all over it.
"Oooooh, Christ! Aghhhhh!"
Gary quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving the hot quivering body on the bed. He marveled at her passion. She was fucking his stick like a bitch in heat. As he pulled off his pants, he ogled the nightstick sinking slowly in and out of Gail's gorgeous pussy. His chest constricted-his cock would soon be thrust up her cunt.
Through misty eyes, Gail watched the policeman strip and lay his clothes neatly on the back of the chair. Her hips churned in perpetual circles, her creamy pussy soaking the wooden club. She was disgusted with herself, but was too weak to fight her feelings. Tibbs had worn her down-there was no fight left. Besides, no one believed her anyway.
Her eyes fastened on Gary's cock jutting out hard from his groin. His prick was long and thick, and a sharp tingling sensation struck her as she saw his prickshaft twitch. With one last desperate effort induced by the iamge of her husband returning, Gail yanked the long stick out of her cunt, dropping it on the floor.
"No more," she panted. "I can't...."
Naked now, Gary sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the nightstick.
"Conscience getting to ya, huh?"
He rubbed the stick along her belly, through the dark mat of her pussy hair, and then he jabbed it at the crease between her inner thighs.
"Open 'em up, baby," he ordered.
His manner turned rough; he was no longer sweet, no longer consoling. He didn't intend to have her tease his prick.
"Spread those fucking legs!" He meant business.
Gail felt Gary's hand digging into her thigh before she could roll away. He pinched her hard, and she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. His painful grip on her leg and the club gouging between her thighs shattered her sensibilities. She spread her legs, unable to resist.
"Good girl," he groaned, shoving the nightstick back in her pussy.
Gary jabbed the stick in and out of Gail's cunt. His eyes bulged. He was really getting off on raping this cunt with his nightstick.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he chanted, sinking the stick deeper and deeper into her pussy with each plunge.
"Ohhhh, my God," Gail wailed, writhing on the bed, wallowing in the abuse the young officer was subjecting her to. "Aghhhh!"
She clawed at the sheets, ashamed, refusing to look at his smiling face. She fucked his nightstick, her mouth drooling as tiny rippling spasms washed over her, sending waves of lust trickling over her flesh.
Gary saw the way she was thrilling to his stabbing nightstick and watched as she creamed on it, knowing she was coming. He grabbed her hand, forcing her to play with his stiff cock. He didn't need to use much coercion. Her hand eagerly wrapped around his thick prickshaft and began squeezing it in sync with her tingling climaxes.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she sighed, wallowing in the waves of pleasure lapping over her. She squeezed his prick, jamming down on the penetrating piece of solid wood, like an animal impaling itself on a stake in its panic to be freed.
Gary withdrew the sticky piece of lumber from Gail's shaking body. It was covered with frothy pussy cream, glistening in the dim light of the table lamp. He brought it to her mouth.
"SUCK!"
She was astonished. Was there no end to her degradation? She opened her mouth, her peripheral vision picked up the gun lying on the bed stand. Anything was better than that. She took the nightstick into her mouth.
Gary stuffed her face with his cunt juice-soaked stick. His free hand fucked Gail's pussy, keeping her at a dizzy peak-the place where she could refuse him nothing.
Gail choked, her hands grabbing the greasy wood. She held it, keeping him from making her gag. Gasping, she pulled it out of her mouth.
"You'll kill me with this," she groaned.
"Lick it off," he ordered, ignoring her whimpering. "Clean it all up with your tongue."
His tone scared her. The gun scared her. Her own passion and response to him scared her. Her naked plump tits were heaving with each wheezy breath.
When she was done licking the nightstick clean, Gary laid it down beside her. He inched up on the bed, squeezing both of her gorgeous tits. He could see she was getting excited-he could see the desire in her eyes.
"When you want my cock, ask for it. I don't want this to end up in your mind as another rape." He laughed threateningly. "Right, baby?"
Gail nodded. With his nightstick out of her body, she felt empty. In the back of her mind, she was sorry it was gone, but she tried, with everything she had, to suppress her feelings. His hands felt wonderful on her tits, and she began to relax, giving herself up to his expert manipulations.
"Like having your tits felt, don't ya?" he moaned, getting anxious to fuck this gorgeous piece of pussy.
Her head nodded imperceptibly. Her hips moved in rhythm with his kneading hands. The tiny orgasms that had rippled through her body had done nothing to satisfy her. The horrible things had only added to the flames of desire in her pussy. She was oozing cunt juice, her thighs squeezing, releasing, then squeezing, releasing, in time with her hips. She was riding on a cloud, a cloud of warm passion.
"You ready for my cock yet?" Gary asked impatiently.
She refused, still fighting the inner battle within herself, suppressing her growing desire for his cock.
"Maybe you need the gun again," he suggested, hoping the little nudge would help her change her mind, and it did.
Gail wasn't sure if it was the threat of the gun, or her need for cock that made her say yes.
"I'm ready," she whispered almost inaudibly. "Fuck me."
"Right, sweetmeat. I knew you wanted my prick all along."
Grinning, he rolled her trembling body over onto her stomach. He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled her down by her ankles.
"Get on your goddamn knees," he commanded.
The frightening aspect of getting her ass fucked kept her from doing as she was told.
He twisted her ankle, and Gail cried out in pain.
"Do it," he demanded, the threat of more brute violence in his tone.
Shaking with extreme fright, Gail pushed herself up on her knees, her asshole and pussy vulnerable, either hole an open invitation to his swollen prick.
"Not my ass, pleeeease." She would beg him if she had to.
Gary rubbed his prick in the crack of her ass. "Don't sweat it, babe," he assured her. "My cock wants your pussy."
Drifting down to her wet cunt, he grazed his cock through her pussy, causing more cunt juice to flow. His actions seemed to suggest he was telling the truth.
"I'm gonna fuck you in your pussy. I want us both to enjoy fucking."
"Oh, thank you," she sobbed, grateful for even the smallest of favors. She shook, still unable to control herself-waiting-praying he wasn't lying.
Gary grabbed her by the hips, bringing her closer to his rigid cock. It was the perfect angle. He leered at her asshole, spreading her smooth creamy asscheeks as his mouth watered at the fabulous sight.
"It's a shame you don't like it in your ass," he said as he prodded his finger into the entrance of her ass.
"Nooooo ... not my ass! You promised!"
Gary placed his prick at the entrance to her pussy. "I always keep my promises."
His cock entered her cunt, stabbing through to the hilt. He pulled back on her hips.
"Unnnnn," he moaned as her wet cunt swallowed his cock.
"Aaaahhhh," Gail sighed, relieved her asshole had been left intact. "OOOHHH!"
She sucked in her breath, turning her head to the side, spittle drooling from her panting mouth as Gary plowed his thick prick into her pussy.
Gail gurgled as Gary's prick hit depths that frightened her. His cock hurt, and she squirmed, trying to adjust to the slamming force of his groin against her ass cheeks and the rutting jabs of his long deep-reaching prick.
Gary was lost in his own whirling passion, not caring whether the horny housewife was enjoying herself or not. His fingers sank brutally into her soft ass, parting her ass cheeks. His hot hazy stare bore into her ass crack. A vicious sneer turned his lips.
Gail was being swept up by Gary's savage pounding. She found herself once again a pawn of her own disgusting lust. She used her cunt muscles on his punching cock, wriggling her hips, making the sight of her tight pink asshole even more exciting.
"Ooooooh!" she gasped, her face flooded with pleasure as she fucked him back with the same wild abandon.
Gary, in his lust, pressed his thumb into the crack of Gail's asshole, marveling at the way her wrinkled ass opened, accepting his digging finger. He plugged her ass again, her shriek of panic tearing him out of his reverie. He withdrew his thumb, forgetting about her ass for the moment, sensing the relief in Gail's body.
His hands roamed her hips, his eyes following the disappearance of his cock into her cunt and its reappearance soon afterward. He lunged forward and pierced into her soft body, his balls slapping her cunt, and he watched her white creamy froth being whipped up by his fucking cock.
Gail was swimming in her own lust, dragged down into the murky depths by an urge to cream on Gary's spearing cock. She was grateful he hadn't fucked her ass, and besides, he was giving her pleasure-unending pleasure. She slammed her hips back, receiving a long stab of his prick. Her cunt pulsed against his cock, greasing it freely as her body raced, gaining the crest.
"Fuck me! Faster! OH, GOD, FUCK ME FASTER!" she cried.
She was writhing on his cock in a series of spastic motions that brought Gary out of his mesmerized stupor.
"Yeaah!" he howled, satisfying her need for a quicker, more demanding fucking pace. He speared his prick into her body with ease, grasping for the same elusive goal as Gail: mutual orgasm.
"Uhhhhh," Gail grunted, delighting in his new and more satisfying fucking.
She slipped her fingers under her body, clawing her bloated clit. Her clit was ready to explode with the rest of her body when the first wad of his cum splashed into her pussy.
"I'm here, babe. I'm ready!" he warned as his hips whipped back and forth.
His slashing cock swelled, then erupted as a steady stream of foamy white jism blasted out of the tip of his plowing cock.
"JESUS! I'm blasting!"
His cum hit her pussy like a white-hot rivet, searing a path deep inside her.
"Me too! Meee toooo!" she squealed. She was jerking like a stuck pig on his drilling cock as the first explosive orgasm ripped through her pussy. "MEEE TOOO!"
Gary threw his head back, every muscle in his tight body filled with blood; his heart pounded, passion surged through his veins pumped by his thumping heart. His legs held him balanced as his sinking hands gripped the softness of the beautiful woman's hips. He stabbed her cunt with his cock, bringing her body to him with his grip, slapping his balls against her ass.
"Aaaaagghhh!" Gail screeched.
Her head was bent against the mattress, her ass was propped high in the air while her orgasm hurled her past reality, beyond ordinary limits of ecstasy.
"I'm coming again! OHHHH! OHHHH! GOD! HELP ME!"
Hot syrupy wads of cum and pussy juice saturated Gail's cunt and drenched Gary's prick. Their unbridled lust was battled out between them, their strenuous orgasms propelling them onward.
Gary found himself swaying, the sounds of their sweaty bodies echoing in his brain. Harder and faster he pounded Gail, determined to bury her in the bed. He was obsessed with it. He slammed and drove forward into her cunt, almost breaking her neck with his powerful thrusts.
"AGHHHHH!" She fought him, not wanting to lose the heavenly current she was riding.
She used her strength-every ounce she possessed-milking his cock, draining it of every white gob of jism. She soared outward, then spun on a merry-go-round, her orgasm deserting her. Her strength left with it, and she quivered, exhausted. Gary's strength finally subdued her.
Gary plowed forward. He pushed as if trying to bury his balls inside Gail's cunt. The thrust was so powerful, it sent Gail tumbling with him falling on top of her. His prick popped out of her cunt, a fountain of jizz spewing on the spread.
"Baby, baby," he groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his sore limp prick.
Gary's balls ached, and there was a pain in his chest from breathing so hard. "Jesus, babe. You could kill a guy if he wasn't in shape!" He laughed, choking as he caught his wind.
Gail was silent. She was aware of his voice, but not of what he was saying. Her thoughts were a conglomeration of jumbled, conflicting emotions. She felt used by Tibbs and Gary, and by herself.
"Please go," she said finally. "Leave me alone."
Gary climbed out of bed. "You got it, baby. Got to be getting back on duty anyway."
He dressed quickly, catching an occasional glimpse of her delectable body. She was definitely one exciting woman.
"You want me to look in on you once in a while?"
She rolled over and faced him. "If you do, I'll kill you."
Gary tipped his hat. "Whatever you say."
He believed her and was grateful for the one chance to really get into a cunt of her class.
Gail heard the door close and drifted off into a fitful sleep filled with nightmarish dreams of being raped by masked strangers.
CHAPTER FOUR
She had gone into the bathroom to shower, coming out an hour later when the hot water was completely gone. Now with the door open, her flesh broke into tiny little goose bumps. She looked at her self in the full-length mirror. She didn't look any different, but Christ, she felt different.
The impact of what happened last night had finally hit her about dawn as she lay crunched up in a ball in the center of the cum-stained bed. The shaft of sunlight had brought her out of her depression and her thoughts of suicide.
The nightmare was over. She had been raped by Tibbs, deserted by her husband and raped again by Gary, the police officer. And she had degraded herself with both men as they tapped the deep pool of passion that had lain just beneath the surface of her consciousness.
She stood up-no longer suicidal-but determined to get even. If Ted thought she was a whore, she'd be one. If Tibbs and the policeman were right-that she was always asking for cock-she would do it openly. She would be what they thought she was; a blatant exhibitionist who would do anything for a cock and make Ted sorry he had not believed her.
She came out of the bathroom, a soft terrycloth robe wrapped around her wet body. She looked at the bed; a mixture of self-hatred and lust washed over her. She had to admit that in the end, she had submitted willingly. It was something she had to live with. Wasn't it Ted who said that was why he married her-because she was a well of untapped passion? She shrugged. The well had definitely been tapped last night.
"Today," Gail vowed aloud as she dried her black hair, "I'll tap it at its source."
She trembled with the hot exotic idea of deliberately seducing a man and taking him to bed.
"At least I'll be the one to pick and choose," she told her own reflection.
Her hair was dry now, curls framing her face. Her eyes were blue and hot, accented by make-up, with a slash of red lipstick across her full mouth.
She went to the closet, taking out a clinging dress that glimmered when light hit it. It was pale blue and matched her eyes. She slipped it carefully over her head. It slid down over her sleek figure, clinging to every hot sensuous curve. She smoothed it out, her tits pressing urgently against the material, the tiny bullets of her nipples jabbing out. She sucked in her breath, and her milky tits rose, the dark crease between the fleshy mountains of titflesh fully exposed by the low plunging neckline.
She spun on her heel, the dress licking at her knees. She slipped into a pair of matching shoes-the extreme high heels accentuating the curves of her ankles and calves. She was exactly what she looked like: a keg of dynamite seeking a place to explode. Shivering nervously, she remembered how she had exploded last night with Tibbs and the policeman, Gary.
Ready, she left the bedroom, with its bad memories and confused emotions, primed for whatever came along. After filling the drip coffee machine, she sat by the kitchen window, staring out at the cluster of trees in the backyard.
It would be exciting to fuck someone in the shade of the trees-thrilling and daring. When the coffee was done, she poured herself a cup, the steam drifting up lazily.
She sipped the soothing hot coffee, milling over the choices of cock she had in the neighborhood. There was Grant across the street-horny Grant with the roving eye. She giggled, remembering when Trish threw him out for his roving eye and for putting his cock where it didn't belong-in Martha's cunt.
Martha's husband hadn't been too thrilled either. A tear slid down her face. It wasn't funny. She was now in the same boat as both Trish and Martha: husbandless. She forced the terrible thought from her mind.
Fun was the name of the game. No remorse. She stared intently at the trees, thinking how nice it would be to be fucked in the refreshing morning air.
She left the half-empty pot on the coffee machine and sauntered into the living room, peering out as the sun rose higher in the sky, casting shadows as it climbed toward noon. She spotted him down the block, carrying his bag of mail.
Jim, she said to herself, remembering the postman's name. Jim, she repeated, thinking: Today is your lucky day. She hurried to the front door, planning to open it the minute he set foot on her steps.
With her heart thumping wildly in her breast, she waited. Her knees were trembling, and she was sure Jim could hear her ragged breathing even from the other side of the door. She strained he ears for his footsteps, and his familiar whistle drifted through the closed door, becoming stronger with each step she imagined he took.
"One, two, three," she whispered, then opened the door in a rush, pretending to be on her way out.
She bounced right into him, knocking the letters and magazines to the ground.
"Oooooops," she said, "I ... I...."
Jim, the mailman, was startled but recovered nicely, enjoying Gail's soft body pressed against him.
"You all right, Mrs. Chasen?" he asked.
"I'm so sorry," she said, stepping back.
She bent down, making sure he was watching as her tits sloped forward, almost falling out of her dress, while she picked up the scattered mail. She stood back up, her face flushed with excitement, her heart pumping the adrenalin through her veins.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Not at all," Jim replied, a roguish grin on his good-looking face.
His heart raced with the memory of her soft tits pressing into his chest and the sweet scent of her perfume. "You can bump into me anytime," he assured her.
Gail winked, enjoying his appreciative stare. "Come on inside and have some coffee. You got time, don't you?"
"I'll make time," Jim pulled the mailbag off his shoulder. "Coffee sounds real good right now." His eyes traveled over Gail's lush figure.
"C'mon in." She held the door open, jutting out her tits as he passed.
Jim made sure he rubbed against all that gorgeous titflesh. The softness of her tits amazed him, and his cock thumped as he thought about seeing them bared.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said, pointing toward the kitchen.
Gail closed the front door and leaned against it for a moment, catching her breath. The new role of seductress was thrilling. She followed Jim to the kitchen. Already, the juices in her pussy were oozing from her cushiony cunt walls and greasing the canal for Jim's cock.
She felt his eyes burn into her ass as she poured him a steaming cup of coffee.
"Cream and sugar?" she asked as she brushed against his shoulder, grazed him with her hip and set the cup down in front of him.
"No, thanks," Jim said. "I hope you're going to join me."
"Of course."
She poured herself a cup and sat down close to him without being too overt. She made sure her knees touched his. Her eyes glittered with amusement and lust.
"You married, Jim?" She leaned forward, her tits appearing to rest on the table.
He nodded, never taking his eyes off her tits and the hot crease that separated them. "About five years now."
"Does your wife mind you having coffee with the women in the neighborhood?"
"As long as it's only coffee," he joked, leering at her, his eyes flaring with passion. "What about your husband. He mind?"
Gail stood up. She leaned against him as she refilled his cup.
"He left me," she sighed, rubbing her belly gently against him.
Jim's hand dropped, his fingers caressing Gail's leg in the back of her knee. His cock ached. The sweet scent of her perfume made his head spin for a minute, the softness of her body adding to the swirling whirlpool of sensa tion.
"Mmmmm," Gail groaned heatedly. "I like that. I'll bet your wife wouldn't like you doing this."
She didn't move, relishing the light sensuous touch of his fingertips.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Jim said with a sly smile.
He became bolder, his hand slipping under her dress, his fingertips tracing a path up the back of her thighs. Closer and closer he neared her pussy, his trembling fingers touching her sticky thighs. Her pussy juice clung to his fingers.
"I've been dripping all over, ever since I bumped into you," she said in a low voice.
"I've had a hardon since then too."
Gail bent over, smoothing her hand over Jim's bulging crotch. "I'll bet your cock's a goddamn giant."
She was enjoying this new role of whore and brazen adulteress. She straightened up, parting her thighs slightly, an invitation for his fingers to explore and fondle her pussy.
"Touch my pussy, Jim. See how hot and juicy I got from bumping into you."
Her sultry voice bathed him in its warmth. His fingers skimmed upward, entwining around the soft wet hairs of her damp pussy. They entered her soupy cunt, her velvety pussy lips parting invitingly.
"Unnnnn, JIM!" She rocked on the balls of her feet. "I love your fingers. They're driving me crazy."
Gail massaged his neck and shoulders, reveling in the gentleness of his touch, so unlike the two arrogant bastards that abused her.
"I'm creaming my pussy. Finger my cunt, Jim. Ooooooh, sweet Jim, fingerfuck meeee!"
Jim pushed his middle finger into her cauldron of pussy juices, twirling it around inside her squishy cunt canal. He felt the power of her muscles tugging on his finger. Turning in the chair, he faced her, one hand between her legs, the other caressing her ass cheeks and hips.
"Ummmm, yessss," Gail hummed, rocking her hips back and forth. "More! Use more fingers. Stretch my cunt!"
She ran her fingers through his wavy blond hair, pressing his head against the softness of her belly.
"Fuck my pussy," she gasped.
Jim poked two more fingers into Gail's contracting cunt, scraping the walls of her elastic cunthole. Cunt juices, warm and gooey, flowed over his fingers and down his hand to his wrist. Spreading his fingers inside the heated wetness of her cunt, he made Gail moan with joy. He twisted his hand, his fingers stabbing her spongy cunt walls.
Gail started to shake. "Ohhh, Jim! You're fingering me good!"
Her legs became unsteady. She was getting off on her own excited voice. She liked hearing it. Jim's fingers, were wiping away the horrid memory of last night-as her husband's cock should have been.
She clamped her legs tight, not ready to come yet-eager for her first truly adulterous act to be more than a quick fuck. She wanted to indulge herself completely.
"Take out your fingers, she commanded, "I want to show you something."
Jim did. His fingers were soaked, hot and liquidy cunt juice dripping from them.
"Let me," she panted, taking his hand.
She sucked the cunt juice off his fingers, the pungent aroma and sharp tangy taste turning her into an inferno of lustful desires.
"Christ, I taste damn good," she said, almost smacking her lips.
Jim leered at her. "I'd like to find that out for myself."
"You will! You will!" she said impatiently.
She stepped back, shivering inside, blistering hot ripples of excitement wracking her body. She looked at him with her haunting blue eyes. She was ready.
"Do you want me naked?" she asked breathlessly.
He nodded. His cock thumped painfully.
"Watch me, Jim. Watch me strip."
Jim's gaze held her body. He had no intention of not watching. "Anytime you're ready."
Gail dedicated this strip to all the times she had paraded in front of an open window naked. For the first time, she would do it for a visible audience. Her sweaty palms pressed into her upper thighs.
"Here goes," she said.
She slid her hands up her body, taking the dress with her. Inch by tantalizing inch, she raised the dress, baring her lush thighs, stopping where a hint of pussy showed. Her eyes had a dreamy cast-her entire body was alive, crackling under the intense heat of her passion.
"All the way," Jim urged. "Don't chicken out now."
"I won't," she purred.
The hem of her dress seemed to lift on its own, up her hips and past her belly-button. She held it there, her legs shaking, her head reeling, her pussy pulsing.
Crunching the dress into her sweaty fists, she flipped it up over her fleshy tits and over her head. She laughed throatily, lessening the building tension.
She tossed her dress to Jim. "How ... do ... I look?" she choked out her words.
It was the first time, with conscious effort, she had ever stripped for anyone but Ted. It was naughtily wicked and invigorating, and she loved it.
"You look fantastic." Jim admired her openly.
Gail was a banquet of sex, from the peaks of her rosy capped tits to her black forest of pussy hair. His eyes followed a path up her full hips and willowy waist, to her face, veiled with lust and a hint of innocence. He motioned with his hand.
"Turn around." His gravelly words came out harsh and strangled.
Excited beyond reason, Gail eased slowly around, giving him a profile of her radiant body before showing him her ass.
"Well?" She was impatient, facing the window and the yard. "Do you like my ass?"
The words were trapped in his throat. His pounding heart was in the way. His eyes flickered like two flames from the utterly gorgeous sight of the two mounds of her ass cheeks. Her ass was perfect-matching globes of pliant flesh enhanced by a tapering waist and flaring hips. Her ass crack was dark, mysterious-the promise of pleasure hidden from view.
He found his voice. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
In nervous passion, Gail tittered. "Don't let your wife hear you say that."
She ran her hands down her sides, her fingers splayed across her ass cheeks. She opened her fleshy ass meat and bent over, exhibiting the depths beyond for Jim's obvious pleasure.
"Like it?" She felt like a contestant in an X-rated pageant, parading her body in front of her audience, the mailman. She loved it.
Gail stood back up, turning and completing the circle. Her hands roamed over her body as Jim's eyes turned into pools of lust. She was turning herself on, playing with her tits and fondling her pussy mound for her audience.
"Let me do that," Jim groaned, dying to get his hands on her.
Gail walked on wobbly legs, almost collapsing when she reached Jim, and his mouth brushed against her naked belly.
"Enjoy me, Jim. Do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me," she said.
She touched him with both hands, swirling around his smooth clean shaven face and through his hair, her body rocking against him.
His hands skimmed around to her ass. He teased her ass crack, making her whimper in delight. He nibbled on her tender belly and hips, licking and chewing as if she were an exotic delicacy.
"Oooooo," she cooed, his searing hot mouth making her blood surge. "Jim! Jim! Jim! Fuck me, Jim! Fuck me!"
Her pussy became a scalding hole, pulsing, oozing creamy pussy juice. She was out of her mind for the cockmeat between his brawny legs.
"Soon," he whispered, content for the moment to dine on the exciting flesh of her flared hips.
He eased down in the chair. Gail's high heels gave her the extra height she needed.
"I'm going to suck your pussy," he said.
"Oh, yesssss. Lick me!"
She parted her legs, quivering impatiently for his winding tongue to invade her juice-laden cunthole.
Jim's tongue slapped out, swiping across her exposed clit. He used his fingers to spread the fleshy lips of her swollen cunt and ran his tongue into her red pussy slit, licking into the dark fuck hole, lapping up her seeping pussy juices.
He wedged his tongue in the opening of her cunt, sliding up to her clit as he fingered back the skin that protected it. He drew out the tiny protruding clit with his sucking.
"Aaaaaaahhh," she whimpered, jabbing her pussy frantically on Jim's mouth. "You're driving me crazy! Bite my clit! Bite the fucker!"
She threw back her head, her black hair swishing across her bare back. Her knees buckled.
At this angle, Jim couldn't get his tongue deep into her pussy. He settled for the front of her opened cunt and the hot, blood-engorged clit that throbbed between his lips. His hand smoothed around her back, under her ass, digging at her pussy hole.
Gail couldn't refrain from pawing her own tits and pinching her nipples till they hurt. The stinging pain blended with the pleasure of having her pussy sucked.
"Nnnnn, bite it! Chew my fuckin' clit!" she cried.
Jim did as he was told, hearing a piercing howl from Gail. He liked her response and sucked harder-an intense pulsing suck that seemed to mesh with the pulsing inside her writhing body. Still sucking her clit, he chewed lightly at first, then with more urgency.
Gail thought her clit would be sucked out by its root. She almost caved in; her legs were melting like butter.
"Ohhh, Christ!" She swayed on her feet as he held her up with his arm between her legs. "I'm popping! I'm gonna cream yaaaa! Holy fuckin' shit!"
Tiny explosive waves of tremulous orgasms skipped through Gail's tormented body. She fell forward, holding onto the back of Jim's chair, twitching and whimpering in heavenly bliss while his mouth locked onto her pussy.
Jim sucked her clit avidly, gouging her cunt from the rear with his fingers. He felt the gushing fuck cream pour out over his ramming fingers, and he sucked harder, keeping Gail at the summit, not allowing her to tumble back to reality. He still had plans for her.
Shaking spastically, Gail slumped against him, taking her pussy away from his mouth.
"Fuck meeeeee!" She began to beg, knowing it was the only way to complete what Jim had started. "Fuck meeeee! Please!"
Jim held her naked quivering body and stood. He turned her, sitting her in the chair. "Take my cock out, Mrs. Chasen. Get my prick wet with your spit."
In a trance, Gail fumbled with Jim's pants, finally sliding down the zipper. She succeeded in hauling his prick out of his pants with great difficulty. Her eyes widened, gaping at his hulking prickshaft. His cock was gorgeous, a heavenly tool that would quell the sizzling passion within her body.
She ran her delicate fingers over his prick, entranced with it, tracing a path along the blood-engorged veins. Exuberantly, she licked his prickhead, joyously soaking his piss-slot with her warm spit.
"Uhhhnnn," Jim groaned, entwining his fingers in the hair on Gail's head. He jabbed his hips, jerking as her mouth engulfed his cockhead. "Suck my cock! Ugggg!" he roared.
Gail lavished her lust on Jim's prick, priming it for her pussy, which had already stained the chair with pussy cream. She was unable to take this torment any longer. She needed his prick where it would do the most good. Giving his cock one last tremendous suck, she pulled her mouth off his thick prickhead, panting and gasping for relief.
Gazing up at him, her blue eyes flashed with passion.
"Fuck me! Jim, please!" She swallowed the accumulation of saliva. "For God's sake fuck me!"
She yanked his pants down, scratching his groin and hard thighs like a woman possessed.
"Stick this," she grabbed his prick, "in meeeeee!"
"Yes," he hissed. "On the table. Get on the damn fuckin' table." She nodded, his order penetrating her numbed brain. But she moved too slowly for him.
He pulled her to her feet. "No, not on your back. Bend over."
He turned her shaking body around, and she fell forward, sprawled across the kitchen table.
"Not my ass," she whimpered, recalling her fears of last night. "My sweet juicy pussy."
She squirmed on the table, knocking over her cup with her arm. The crash of the broken china sounded as if it happened miles away. It was of no interest to either of them.
Jim looked hungrily at Gail's ass, his lust for her body eating away at his prick. He grabbed his long cock and slipped it between her lush thighs, drenching it with Gail's never-ending flow of cunt juices. Her pussy cream mixed with the coating of her spit on his shaft, and he stepped back, admiring his wet glistening cock. It was definitely primed for his purposes.
He paused to take one last look before ravaging her. Everything was perfect; her long legs and the added height of her heels made her body the perfect level for his cock. His hand caressed the back of her thighs and over her ass and hips. His mouth watered. He would soon be in her ass.
"Hurry, Jimmmm," she moaned, wriggling her hips at him. "Stick your cock in me!
Hurry! Ohhhh, do it! DO IT! FUCK ME!"
She pawed the table in frustration. Jim was tormenting her up to the final second.
With his cock still greased in spit and pussy cream, Jim stepped closer. He ran his fingers through Gail's cunt, soaking the entire length of her ass, paying special attention to her brown wrinkled ass ring.
"Not my ass," she giggled hotly. "My pussy."
Although she expected to have her pussy stuffed with cockmeat, she loved the attention Jim was lavishing on her ass. It felt exotic, oddly wonderful.
"Fuck me!" She was trembling, becoming increasingly impatient for his cock and the thrill of soaring off into orgasm with his pounding prick leading the way.
Jim grabbed his prick below the bulb-shaped head and pushed it between the cheeks of her gorgeous ass. His spearing pricktip cracked open her vulnerable asshole. He released his prick and parted her ass cheeks with his thumbs, craving the scrumptious sight of his cock piercing beyond her ass ring and sinking all the way up her ass chute.
In her drunken state of lust, Gail sensed something was different. It dashed through her brain like a bolt of lightning.
"NO! NO! Not my ass!" she screamed.
It was too late. Jim lunged at the last second, plunging his cock in to the hilt, driving Gail's crotch smack up against the edge of the table."
"AAAYYYIEEEEE!" she screamed with all her might as his bloated prick ripped through her asshole. "Take it out! Take your cock out!"
She floundered, her clit mashing into the hard table. Her ass was burning, his cock feeding the pain. She tried freeing herself, but all of her frenzied jerking only helped Jim to bury his prick deeper up her ass.
Jim held on, his fingers digging into her hips, riding her fury, jabbing relentlessly into the tight channel of her asshole. He slapped her across her jiggling ass, with his cock still piercing her asshole, making her wail out her protests. She was a tremendous ride, a regular bucking bronco.
It was one of the great thrills of fucking a new bitch-the surprise of raping her asshole-a wild sensation that always turned him on. His wife had learned to accept his fetish, her asshole now stretched, the fun and surprise now gone.
Gail clawed at the top of the Formica table, her nails scratching out an eerie sound. "It's burniiiing! Stop! Stop!"
Jim ignored her pleas and plowed his cock ruthlessly into her tight ass, his brute force driving her into the table, her raw clit exposed and mashing into the hard surface with each lunge.
"Ayyyieee! Ayyieee!" she howled in agony, her fingers curling around the edge of the table while Jim fucked her ass furiously.
She lifted her head, her eyes showing her pain, her reddened face expressing her torment. She strained to look back at him. He looked evil, his grin twisted and wicked, his eyes clouded over with lust. The man was a beast, a beast disguised as an ordinary mailman and this was nothing less than rape!
She struggled, her legs weakening. She dropped her head back on the table, still clutching the table's edge, the pain in her ass excruciating, but the exquisite sensations in her clit delightful.
"Agggghhhhh!" she cried out in a mixture of joy and hatred for the way Jim was manhandling her. "OHHH!"
Jim noticed the subtle change in her. She was no longer rejecting his gouging prick. Her hips and ass were rocking with him, almost anticipating his lunges. A crescent smile formed on his lips. His cock expanded inside the tight passageway of her ass. He shoved his cock in and pulled back, his heavy cum-bloated balls swinging, slapping Gail's pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, JIM!" she screamed, holding onto the table for dear life as the pleasure of her clit outweighed the pain that was slowly disappearing in her ass. "Ohhhhh, Jimmmm! It ... it ... feels ... funny!"
She found herself grinding her hips, helping him to ravage her asshole.
"Yeeaah, gorgeous!" he panted.
Her rocking ass clutched at his cock. Faster and faster he fucked her, plowing his prick repeatedly in and out of her tight pulsing asshole. He ground his bulky cock in deeper, his groin against her parted ass cheeks. He held his prick steady. The inside of her ass was alive, almost as if tiny massaging fingers surrounded his imbedded cockshaft.
Jim slipped his prick out to the tip, the power of her greedy ass making the action more difficult.
"Baby! Baby!" he gasped as he mindlessly slammed his cock back, filling her ass with his throbbing swelling cockmeat.
"AGHHHHH!" Gail wailed. "Fuck me again!"
She braced herself. Jim didn't disappoint her. His cock ripped into her ass again.
"More! More!" she begged.
Her clit was bearing the brunt of his attack. Each jab brought her stiff clit into contact with the edge of the table. Bolts of rapturous pleasure shot through her pussy, traveled up the length of her body and exploded behind her eyes.
Jim, tired of the game and decided to blast her ass with his cum. His balls ached with a heavy load of jism. There was no way he could contain his orgasm anymore. It was building steadily, growing stronger with each shove, his groin in agony. He rocked his hips, making Gail's clit graze the table. Her joyous moan was music to his ears.
Holding on for support, Jim began the steady fucking that brought him soaring to the summit. His cock strokes shortened, became more insistent, stimulating the head of his prick till he could barely stand it.
She was out of her mind with pain and lust. Her mind, swirling in the eddies of pain and passion, seemed to be losing touch with reality. She sensed this and concentrated all of her strength on Jim's invading cock. She used her muscles in her asshole, urging him to finish, to spray her ass with his load of cum.
"Oh, God, COME ... COME with me ... NOW!"
Jim's prick exploded as Gail's churning ass muscles and her sexy whimpering sent him over the edge.
"I'm COMING! Jesus, you're great!" he cried.
His cock swelled and spouted a river of white jizz. His cum rushed up her asshole, then squished out as he lunged into her body.
"YESSSSS!" Gail hissed as she felt the endless stream of cum.
It felt like his jism was shooting up into her belly. The speed and power of the violent fucking that brought Jim over the threshold sent Gail hurling out over the peak with him.
"CREAM MEEEEEE!" She shrieked like a banshee. "CREAM MEEEEE! I'm ... I'm coooooming!"
Gail's body twisted convulsively. Her knees buckled, Jim's slicing cock the only thing keeping her on the table. Her tits squeaked against the slick table top, her nipples mashing into it. She lifted her head weakly, the vein in her temple pulsing, swelling with blood as she climaxed.
"I'm comiiiing!" she yelled. "Oh, my God!"
She pushed back, her asshole clinging to Jim's squirting cock, her pussy pulsing, her clit taking a beating as it was ground into the table by his steady fucking.
Jim's thrusting slackened, the brunt of his attack over. He gradually drifted out of his orgasm as his cock emptied its jism. He groaned and stopped, his semi-hard cock still planted inside Gail's ass.
Gail twitched sporadically, coming down from the orgasmic high she had experienced. Her muscles tingled, the flow of blood slowing to normal. She hated Jim, yet was grateful to him. He had shown her a way to fuck she had never done with Ted.
"Ohhh, I thought I was going to die-it was so wonderful." She giggled shyly, sprawled out on the table.
A half-empty cup of coffee had spilled on her, trickling down the flesh of her thigh.
Jim eased his cock out. A popping sound of escaping air followed.
"You're one fantastic lady," he groaned contentedly, pulling his pants up and zipping his fly. "Fantastic!"
Weak as a newborn kitten, Gail slumped to the floor and peered up at Jim.
"You should have told me what you were going to do," she said.
"Would you have let me?"
"No," she giggled.
He winked. "Now you know why I kept it a secret until the last moment."
"You better get out on the street and finish delivering the mail," she suggested. "I don't want the neighborhood thinking I'm the cause of holding it up."
"If anyone asks, I'll tell them I had a special delivery at the Chasen house," he said with a smile, going for his mailbag.
Gail stood on legs that could hardly support her.
"You keep your mouth shut," she said. "I don't want this getting around. I intend to get my husband back!"
"It'll be our secret," he promised. "Just remember me if you need a special delivery again."
"I don't think I could take it," she groaned, plopping into a chair.
She waved just before he shut the door and left. She surveyed the spilled coffee, the broken cup on the floor, and the coffee stains on her body. She shook her head in wonderment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gail cleaned up the kitchen, then showered. Later, after resting, she pulled on a pair of tight faded shorts and a skimpy top, her tits jiggling with each step she took. She felt good, but wished that every sex encounter with someone didn't leave her screaming in pain. With Jim, the fucking had been promising, but when he speared her ass, things got out of hand.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the novelty of having her asshole fucked, it was just that she wanted something to say about how her body was used.
"It is my body, dammit," she said aloud. She shrugged, thinking about Ted as she slid back the glass doors that led to the yard. She forced her thoughts away from her husband and what he could be doing. She wasn't going to think about him. Ted was a bastard, a bastard that didn't believe his own wife, and bastards didn't deserve to be thought about.
She grabbed the aluminum lounging chair on the back patio and carried it across the yard to the copse of trees and bushes that shield her from her neighbors on both sides. It was warm, the afternoon sun blocked by the thick blossoming branches.
Gail set the lightweight chair under a tree, and plopped into it, stretching her long tapered legs out, crossing them at the ankle. She closed her eyes, crisscrossing her fingers over her stomach and dozing for a few glorious minutes in the shade.
A crackling sound snapped her to attention. A warm friendly smiled spread across her face.
"Hi, Tommy," she said.
Tommy's face turned beet-red. She had caught him staring at her. He nodded, feeling sick. No words formed on his lips as he tore his eyes away from her voluptuous tits covered only by the skimpy material of her top.
She realized he had been staring, and it turned her on. A boy would be the answer-a boy with limited experience with girls-the perfect pawn. With Tommy, there would be no surprises. She would be in complete control. Getting even with Ted was an obsession, equal only to her growing desire to use someone as she had been used.
"Have you been watching me long?" she asked softly, coating each word with syrupy undertones.
"No-no...." he stammered. "I wasn't ... watching you."
His eyes drifted to her tits again, and the sight made his stomach churn excitedly.
"You're doing it again," she laughed.
She watched his wide intent stare pass over her tits. She took a deep breath and stretched, a hint of titflesh peeking out from underneath her halter. She dropped her arms back in place, noticing the bulge in the boy's pants. Her tongue slid across her lips like a cat about to pounce on a canary.
"Did you come over for anything special?" she asked.
He stood there not knowing what to say. He couldn't tell her that when he had seen her come out of the house, he had climbed the fence to spy on her and, in his exuberance, had come too close and gotten caught.
"Cat got your tongue?"
He started to speak, but stopped. He took a deep breath and tried again. There was no sense lying to her.
"I was spying on you," he blurted all at once, and turned to leave.
"Wait." She leaned over, taking him by surprise, and grabbed his wrist. "Don't go. I think it's nice that you want to look at me. It makes me feel good."
She eyed him speculatively, wondering if he had ever seen her naked.
"Did you ever see me through my windows?"
He averted his eyes from her penetrating stare, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Gail didn't need any statement from the boy. His face told the story. She giggled to herself. It seemed that everyone had been watching her. She shrugged; there was nothing she could do about it now.
"Do you like looking at me?" she asked.
He was dumbfounded, surprised she wasn't mad and on her way into the house to call his mother. His lips twisted into a devilish smile.
"Do you have any girlfriends, Tommy?"
"None here. Where we used to live I had one."
Gail pulled him to the side of her chair. "You're a very handsome boy. You should get yourself a girl friend and stop watching me."
She thought about Tibbs, imagining Tommy growing up and spying on some woman before he raped her.
"It's not healthy peeking through windows," she added.
"I ... won't do it ... again." He was not too convincing.
"I'm not sure I believe you," she said as she tried frantically to think of a way to seduce the boy. "Did I get you hot?"
"Yes," he said, only too quickly.
Gail crossed the line between suggestive conversation to immediate desires. "Would you like to see me up close?"
His eyes popped in their sockets. He didn't believe her. Mrs. Chasen was teasing him.
"You don't have to rub it in," he said angrily.
"I'm not kidding," she assured him, dropping her hold on his arm. "Watch."
Gail leaned back in the chair and slipped her halter up over her tits, baring her creamy rich titflesh. It blew her mind, seeing the shock spread over Tommy's smooth young face.
"Like 'em?"
Tommy fought back the desire to grab her tits. He tried swallowing, but it was impossible. Her tits were magnificent, even more gorgeous than he could have imagined. Seeing them so close and not through binoculars was astounding.
"Can I touch them?"
"Oh, yes, Tommy. I want you to touch them, squeeze them, even kiss and lick them if you want."
She sat up, tugging on his hand and bringing him closer.
"Get on your knees," she said.
Tommy complied, an obedient slave, enthralled with her creamy, fleshy tits. He licked his dry lips, her swollen nipples inches from his face. He looked at her again, wanting to see if she was going to scream or laugh-his trust not yet complete. There was no trace of mocking in her blue eyes-only glowing passion.
"We're going to have a wonderful time, Tommy." She cupped her huge tits in her hands, hefting them up to his eager waiting mouth. "Suck my tits. Lick them all over," she rasped.
She squeezed her tits, hand-feeding them to the hungry teenaged boy as he got to his knees.
"Unnnnhh," she moaned as Tommy's greedy mouth turned her insides to jelly. "Ooooo." She squeezed a nipple into his open mouth. "Bite it! Bite it! Tommy! Ooooo!"
Tommy did. He chewed on the hard rubbery tip. His cock was trying to bust through his pants, and his groin ached as if someone were twisting a knot inside of him.
Wildly intoxicated, Tommy groped at the overabundance of titflesh. He sucked, nibbling on Gail's swollen silver-dollar-sized nipples, working methodically over every inch of both her overripe tit mounds. He squeezed them in his hands, marveling at their softness and firmness.
"Ahhhh," Gail moaned, taking her hands away from her tits.
She jutted her tits out to him, urging the good-looking boy to bury his face in them. She wriggled hotly, tormenting him as he bit and chewed.
"Tommy! Tommy!" Her as squirmed in the chair, her head rolling on her shoulders. "Jesus, suck my tits!"
She fell back, unable to sit up. Her spine couldn't keep her erect. Gasping, her tits heaving, she gazed hotly at the teenager kneeling by her side.
"Take off my shorts. Take 'em off and look at my pussy," she commanded.
She hunched down, trembling feverishly as she waited for the young boy to strip off her shorts.
Wild with passion, Tommy tore at Gail's snaps, ripped down the zipper, grabbed the faded shorts, and pulled. At the same instant, Gail lifted up, her shorts immediately sliding down to her knees, her pussy moist from the frothy cunt juices of her hot fuck hole.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, still holding Gail's shorts, his gaze burning into Gail's pussy.
Except for pictures, this was the closest he had ever come to seeing a pussy. He couldn't count the times he forced his hand down Betty's jeans and held her cunt for a fleeting minute before she screamed for him to take his hand out. This was different, much different.
"Touch my pussy," she whispered. "Touch my cunt.
She leaned back uncomfortably in the chair, the excitement of exposing herself making her dizzy. She looked around. How many others had seen her? How many were looking now? It thrilled her to just think of the possibilities.
Tommy was beside himself with joy. His hands caressed Gail's thighs. He slipped her shorts down and off her legs. He eagerly spread her legs wide, his eyes feasting on the succulent piece of pussymeat he had been dreaming about since first moving into the neighborhood and spying on Gail.
His curiosity was at its height. His fingers touched, probed, and luxuriated in the fleshy lips of Gail's cunt. He ran his finger inside her dark red pussy, feeling a pool of hot cunt cream surround it. When he pulled his finger out, it was covered with glistening pussy foam. He grew dizzy from the heady scent.
"Taste my cunt," she urged, turned on, but relaxed by his innocence.
There would be no surprises here. She would pick and choose each thing they would do together. The boy would have fun and gain experience, at her hand, and she would at last be able to use a male in her own way.
"Taste my pussy, Tommy!" Her voice had a cutting edge, laced with heavy passion.
Her patience was wearing thin, her overpowering lust urging her forward.
"Don't be chicken shit! Eat my cunt!"
Tommy never thought about putting his mouth on her cunt. In a way, it turned him off. He wanted to fuck her, not eat her. He hesitated, hoping she would change her mind.
"Eat my pussy, Tommy, or I'll tell your mother you've been spying on me."
Her words slashed at him, frightened him. It never dawned on him that it would be stupid of her to tell. He was too hot to be rational. He looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Can't I do something else?" he asked meekly.
"Not if you want to fuck me. Lick my pussy, Tommy. Then we'll fuck.
She turned herself around, facing him, her long legs spread over the side of the chair. She sat this way, with all of her weight on her stiff arms behind her, and waited.
The prize of fucking her outweighed his aversion to placing his mouth on her cunt. He came closer, the pungent aroma of her pussy attacking his flared nostrils. He fought his inner feelings and licked, his tongue swiping across her wet juice-laden pussy lips. The taste was different, not as bad as he thought. He licked her again, lingering this time on her opened cunt where the juices were seeping from.
"Aaaahhh," Gail sighed as she closed her thighs, catching the boy's head in her vise-like grip. "Suck! Goddamn it! Suck!"
She ground her cunt into his face. Jabbing, her pussy at his digging tongue, she held onto the chair as it precariously rocked on the lawn.
For a split second, when she locked him between her thighs, Tommy had been ready to bolt in panic. This quickly passed, and he continued to lick, shoving his tongue into her tasty cunt.
Gail's juices were flowing freely now, soaking his face. He didn't mind. His concentration was on his swishing tongue and the sounds of her whimpering cries. It thrilled him to hear Mrs. Chasen moan like that.
Gail slammed her cunt into the teenager's face, her clit smashing into his teeth. Tiny eruptions of pleasure pulsed through her pussy-orgasms that spiraled her higher and higher toward a peak of desire. She found herself slipping off the chair, and she held on for dear life, using the boy to satisfy her warped need for revenge.
Tommy's hands automatically grabbed Gail's humping hips. He kept her from falling, even though he thought he was going to drown or suffocate between her luscious thighs. He found that he was enjoying her frantic gyrations. He kept sucking, the taste of her cunt juice appealing. He felt her clit by accident and pulled it between his sucking lips, drawing on it, using his tongue on her joy button like a whip.
It sent Gail into spasms. The chair slipped out from underneath her, and she fell to the ground. Tommy's mouth slipped off her cunt. She looked up at him in a dazed stupor, her face a mixture of passion and surprise.
"You got my cum juice all over your face."
He smiled, embarrassed. Then he wiped her delicious pussy cream off his face with her shorts.
"Can I fuck you now?" he asked eagerly. His cock raged in his pants. His prick was stiff and painfully trapped.
She looked at him. The boy had not done enough to satisfy her urge for domination. She rolled over onto her belly and flaunted her ass. "You've sucked my tits and pussy. When you're done sucking my ass, I'll give you anything you want." She intended to use him as she had been used.
Tommy looked at her lying on the grass. He looked around nervously. No one could see. His prick was giving him undue pain. The pressure building in his balls was making his head pound.
He feasted his eyes on her perched ass and kissed it. He kissed each ass cheek one at a time, wondering how far she wanted him to go, randomly licking the soft skin.
"Ummmmm," she purred. "I like having my ass kissed. Do it again. Do it all over."
She wiggled the bottom half of her body, her fleshy ass cheeks dancing in the light filtered through the trees.
"Get me all wet like I got your face," she sighed.
Tommy was beyond reason. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way; he would have eaten her ass on the front lawn for a chance at fucking her. He had absolutely no idea that her asshole was what she eventually wanted eaten. He licked her ass cheeks, making his spit covered each mound. He watched his spit run down into the crack of her ass, and it excited him.
"Ooooh," she whimpered, squirming her naked belly down on the grass. She put her hands behind her-confident she would not be raped in the ass-and spread her ass cheeks for him, baring her asshole to his hypnotic gaze.
"Touch my ass hole, Tommy. Put your finger on my shitter."
She lifted her ass again, her asshole fully exposed.
Tommy gulped and did as he was told. He belonged to her and didn't care. What kept him going was her promise to fuck him. It would be the only way he could extinguish the fire she had fanned in his balls. No matter how many times he jerked off, he would never quench this desire. His finger pressed against her ass.
"Ummmm," she gurgled, feeling the teenager push his finger into her closed ass ring.
She turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She could see his pent-up lust and smiled. She writhed enticingly, more pussy cream soaking her pussy and inner thighs. She wanted his mouth on her ass. She wanted to feel his tongue inside her asshole. His tongue would abolish the lingering hurt from the mailman's ass-splitting cock.
"Lick it, Tommy! Lick out my ass!" She waited, shivering in anticipation and delight.
Tommy realized he had no alternative. He wanted none. She was fantastic and beautiful, and he would do anything. He lowered his mouth, getting down on the grass between her legs. He would prove he was worthy of fucking her. He inched up closer, whipping his tongue along her dripping pussy, up her ass, spreading his spit and her pussy juice to soak everything in the path of his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Tommy!" She screamed, forgetting, for the moment, where they were. "Suck my ass! Put your tongue in my asshole!"
Tommy sank his face between her lush ass cheeks as his hands replaced hers, keeping her ass cheeks apart, affording him the room to lick and suck her gorgeous asshole. He pushed his face into her ass, his tongue darting out and snaking into her tight ass chute.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhh!" She squirmed on the grass in heavenly bliss as the boy obeyed her every wish. "Fuck me with your tongue! Yessss! Yessss!"
She humped back at his face, feeling his slithering tongue ream out her asshole. It was fabulous, and she hated for it to end.
Tommy's hands were all over her, kneading her hips, digging under and fingering her pussy. His mouth was clamped tight, his tongue still delving into her ass ring. Her whimpering cries turned him into a hothead bent on ramming his tongue all the way into her belly.
Gail was delirious. His enthusiasm over whelmed her. She couldn't keep her ass perched in the air much longer. She dropped to the ground, squirming, the blades of grass rubbing into her clit as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Tommy's jabbing, slicing tongue.
Gasping, she squirmed away from him and sat up, her tits and belly stained from the grass.
"Take down your pants, Tommy."
Her eyes filled with awe as he pulled his jeans down. The bulge in his shorts seemed too good to be true.
"Lie down. I'll do it," she said.
Tommy's dream was coming true. He watched her huge melon-shaped tits swaying from side to side as she took off his jeans.
Gail's hands latched onto the elastic of his underwear and pulled, his man-sized cock springing up to attention.
"OH, I had no idea your cock was this big, Tommy. My God! You're no boy! You're a man!"
She dropped to his prick in loving admiration. She kissed his prick fervently, wetting it with her spit. Her mouth felt like a furnace on his stiff cock.
"Uggghhh!" he groaned, his bare ass rubbing into the grass.
He looked up at the trees and the sunshine streaming through the branches. It felt like a dream-a wild wet dream-the kind he woke from in the middle of the night with his cock aching so much, he'd have to jack off until he relieved the pressure.
Gail sat back on her haunches and stared at him. "You ready, Tommy, for some good old-fashioned fucking?"
Wordlessly, he nodded and started to get up to mount the gorgeous Mrs. Chasen.
"I'm riding you, Tommy. You can watch it all by lying right there. Do you like that idea?"
"Yessss," he rasped, his cock throbbing violently.
"Good."
She straddled his long frame, one thigh on each side, her cunt directly above his erect cock. She felt his prick's power as it throbbed.
"Gonna get your cock good and greasy," she told him. "Like I got your face."
She was fraught with passion. She would be on top. She would use the boy. She would be in total control.
Tommy jerked, the heat of her pussy against his prick blowing his mind. He reached for her tits, his eyes begging her to ram his cock into her body.
"In ... put ... it in," he moaned.
"Yes,"-she hissed. "In time."
There was no hurry. She rubbed her cunt against the length of his prick as it lay there on his groin. She furiously whipped her cunt up and down the hulking prickshaft, fascinated as his cock appeared from between her juicy cuntlips. It was as if his prick belonged to her. She swirled her finger on his greased cockhead while sitting on his cock. Then, in an act of lust, she clawed his taut stomach, leaving bloody lines of passion in his skin.
"Aaaaahhh!" he growled, stunned and angry.
Gail reached under herself and grabbed Tommy's prick. She squeezed his cock forcibly and gouged her pussy with it, whimpering like a baby. She released his cock and looked deeply into the crazed boy's face, slamming down with a colliding jab, her cunt devouring his cock in one greedy gulp.
"Agghhh! AHHHH!" Tommy groaned happily, arching up, his cock swallowed up by a clenching hot pussy, by pulsating juicy pussymeat.
He stiffened, then dropped back on the ground as she slammed her ass down. She squirmed her hips in swishing circles, adjusting her pussy to his man-sized dick. It was fabulous. It was her decision. She leaned forward, her large grass-stained tits hanging in Tommy's flushed and excited face.
She shook her shoulders, her tits jiggling back and forth, slapping Tommy across the face. She did it over and over again, her soft titflesh thumping back and forth while her hips rocked, and her cunt grasped his buried prick.
Tommy opened his mouth, trying to bite Gail's swaying tits. He caught one tit and bit the nipple until Gail wailed. Then he stopped using his teeth and sucked her nipple, grabbing it with his hand and squeezing it, making sure she wouldn't pull it away. He sucked, his hips jabbing up at her cunt. It was the most fantastic experience he'd ever had.
Tired of playing, Gail pulled her tit away from the boy's sucking mouth. She sat up straight, the head of his cock pressing into her cunt wall. She groaned, her hands clawing her own skin, leaving red lines all over her creamy flesh. She lifted, easing his prick out of her fuckhole. Then she whooshed down, slamming onto his prick hard, fucking him over and over again, turning them both into two mindless lumps of flesh.
Her passion had replaced her desire to use the boy. She wanted to come, wanted the river of jism she knew his balls held. She leaned all the way back, balancing herself on the palms of her hands. Her cunt bent his cock, and she delighted in his groans of agony. She rocked her hips sadistically.
Tommy became unraveled with the holocaust of sensations bolting through his cock. He lurched up and drove his bent prick in and out of her cunt. It was torture, fabulous torture, and he loved every minute of it.
"It hurts! It hurts!" he groaned, but couldn't stop himself.
Tommy's protests and his inability to stop were sweet revenge. Gail wrenched her hips, banging her cunt maliciously onto his driving cock-thriving, feeding-on his whimpering moans.
Her wicked gyrations were only postponing her orgasm. She needed to come, to hang at the summit. She forced herself up and leaned forward, grinding her clit and cunt into his jabbing groin.
"Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck me to hell and back!" she demanded.
Her face glowed red and her eyes bulged. She looked like a lunatic above him. She went into a frenzied jerking motion, her clit vibrating against his groin.
"Yessss, my handsome boy! Fuck me good!"
Tommy's hands latched onto her hips, but he held her loosely, not wanting to stifle her crazed excited moves. With the strength of his youth and his newly discovered passion, he whipped his cock up into Gail's body, furiously jabbing his prick into the pulsing cauldron of her cunt.
Gail's pussy was becoming increasingly wetter and hotter, and he didn't know how long he could last before he spewed his entire load of jism into her.
Racing with the boy, Gail humped back and forth on his cock, her tits jiggling, her hair falling into her flushed face. Spittle drooled from her mouth. She felt his cock swell, and she knew he was going to come soon. There was no control now, only mutual assistance.
Tommy gurgled, and his eyes popped as his cock exploded with its torrent of cum. He clawed Gail's hips and then her tits. He clamped onto her jiggling titflesh, feeling his cock dig into the inner depths of her cunt with each savage lunge.
"I'm ... coming!" he warned, his voice like an animal's howl.
His hot wad of jism spurted deep inside Gail's pussy, triggering her whirlwind orgasm. She fell headlong into blinding bliss. A kaleidoscope of colors attacked her eyes, and her climax tore through her body, extracting evry ounce of strength left in her.
Her jaw went slack, and she began to growl and moan, her voice like a muted siren: "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Tommy felt her cunt muscles tugging and grabbing his cock, trying to crush it. Her pussy throbbed against his exploding cock, draining his balls, draining him of his life. He released her tits, his fists digging into the ground next to him. His ass humped up and down as he jabbed and banged into her cunt. Hot cum poured from his cock, filling Gail's pussy.
Gail's cunt overflowed, pouring pussy juice and cum over Tommy's cockshaft and balls. She was convulsing, her body thrashing as her head snapped back on her neck. She forced herself up to keep from falling, savoring every delightful sensation the boy's groin extracted from her clit. Her body shot up straight, her orgasms sweeping over her in ever-increasing strength.
"Tommy!" she cried, wild-eyed and delirious. "AGGGGHHHH!"
In a rapid flurry, her climax rocketed her further into bliss. She became light-headed, whirling in the vortex of her emotions. Her eyes glowed, her overstuffed cunt spilling out sudsy cum and pussy cream.
In the midst of her delirium, she could feel his cock reaching deep, punching all the delightful crevices and exotic places inside her cunt. The sweet scent of her pussy juice filled the air around them, growing heavy and strong. She drew in her breath sharply, staring fixedly as she plunged headlong into a thunderous explosion.
She jerked in a last sublime spasm, dropping forward and rolling off Tommy's spent prick.
Tommy lay on his back, not believing what had actually happened. He rolled onto his side and stared at the woman who had transformed him into a man.
"Mrs. Chasen. I ... don't...."
She put her fingers to his lips and hushed him. "You don't have to thank me. The fuck you gave me was enough. You're great, Tommy."
She sat up and tossed her head.
"You'd better go," she said softly.
Tommy agreed. It was all over, and he knew she would never invite him back. He dressed, sensing the change in himself this past hour. He wouldn't be spying on Mrs. Chasen again. His time would be better spent on finding a girl to fuck.
"Thanks, Mrs. Chasen. I'll never forget you."
"Nor I you, Tommy," she said. She sat in the chair and watched Tommy climb over the fence into his own yard.
It didn't take away the hurt she still felt. Using Tommy had had no satisfying result. At least it had helped him.
The day was nearly over. It was eating at her soul. She had to use somebody-somebody had to pay. But who?
CHAPTER SIX
Gail waited until dark. She left the house and walked across the street to Trish's house. Since Trish had thrown Grant out, there had been rumors-rumors Gail felt were true."
She walked up the cobblestone path, a tremor racing down her spine. She would prove Ted right; this would be the culmination of her efforts to confirm her husband's terrible thoughts about her. She would seek revenge for Jim's deceit when he fucked her in the ass. Using Tommy had not fully satisfied her. She wanted more. Then she could be at peace.
She knocked on the door and waited, not knowing in the least how she planned on seducing Trish. The door opened. The light streaming from inside caught her off guard, and she squinted.
"Gail! What brings you over? C'mon in." Trish stood back in a short robe, holding the door open.
Gail purposely brushed against Trish's tits as the mailman had done to her this morning. Role reversal was the answer. She would pretend she was the man. If it worked, she would use Trish, although, if the rumors were true-Trish shouldn't mind. She smiled inwardly at the challenge of the unknown.
"How about a drink?" Trish asked, following Gail into the living room.
"I'd love one," Gail said.
She plopped on the couch. She crossed her leg, making sure her skirt slid up her thigh. She watched Trish making the drinks.
"Grant was a damn fool, Trish," she blurted out, then winced. She hadn't intended to start the conversation this way.
Trish smiled. "I know it." She carried the drinks over to the couch, glancing at Gail's obviously exposed thigh.
"Thanks." Gail made sure their hands touched when she took the drink. "You lonely?"
Gail dropped the news flatly. "He left me last night."
There was a long pause, and she thought about telling Trish what had happened. They were both in the same boat, and seeing Trish sort of took away the desire to use her. Her mind turned to Tibbs and Gary. She didn't want to become like them.
"Why?" Trish asked, showing her astonishment and almost spilling her drink.
Gail thought about it for a moment, then opened up to her friend.
"Last night I was raped," she said without emotion. "Ted came in afterwards ... he didn't believe me."
She shrugged, frowning, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Did you call the police?" The shocked Trish couldn't believe it, her green eyes fluttering.
"Yeah. I called them. Seems no one believed me, not even the damn policeman. He fucked me too ... I'm not even sure it was rape." She swallowed, checking her friend to see if at least she believed her.
Trish shook her head. "I guess Ted thought you were asking for it, huh?"
"I don't know what you mean!"
Trish shrugged. "The way you parade around the house without caring about the shades," she said reluctantly.
Gail finished off her drink. "I never realized." Her eyes widened, and she hit the heel of her hand against her forehead. "I guess the whole neighborhood has been watching me."
"Just about," Trish giggled.
Gail laughed too, the strain of last night wearing away. She turned serious again. "I might as well tell it all."
"I'm dying to know," Trish said, settling into the cushions and tingling for all the gory details.
Gail launched into a long and detailed narrative of what had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours, ending with the outrageous fuck she had had with Tommy, the young boy next door.
"Whewww, you've had one hectic time. You must be sore as a two-dollar whore," Trish said with a smirk.
Gail laughed. "Not really." She looked at her friend. "I'm ashamed to say this, but I came over to do to you what was done to me. I was going to use you to get even with them."
"Then you've heard the rumors."
Gail nodded. "I'll go now."
"Bullshit." Trish pushed Gail back down on the couch. "I felt the same way when I caught Grant with Marsha. I figured if he could do it, then why the hell couldn't I? So ... I picked up a woman in a bar ... someone saw me leave with her, and the rest is news."
At once Gail became interested, forgetting her own problem of being raped and making Ted believe her.
"Why a woman and not a man?" Gail asked.
"Why not?" Trish shrugged. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight and figured it wouldn't be as bad. I don't know."
She went to the small bar and refreshed both of their drinks. She handed one to Gail.
"I'm not sorry. It was fun," she said.
"Have you done it since?" Gail's curiosity was in full bloom.
"No. I've stayed at home alone every night. Being alone is the hard part."
Gail nodded. The idea of going back to an empty house preyed on her mind. She would have to find Ted tomorrow.
Trish seemed to brighten up, a false smile spreading over her sad mouth.
"I got a few friends to keep me company." The booze was giving her a light buzz. "Wait. I'll show them to you."
Gail sipped her drink, wondering what Trish was talking about. She leaned back. Making it with the ravishing Trish was still in her mind, although her reasons had changed considerably.
Trish returned, carrying a box. She plopped on the couch and opened it, taking out a large rubber dildo complete with straps and rubber spikes.
"Holy shit!"
Gail watched Trish lay the long grotesque thing on her lap and pull out another one with a cockhead at both ends.
"What do you think of my menagerie of silent friends?"
"Where ... where did you get these things?" Gail picked up the life-like cock, a twinge shooting through her cunt. "It looks so real."
"The girl I picked up suggested I buy them for when we got together again."
Gail's eyes widened. "Have you used these?"
There was something erotic in the air, a sense of the forbidden. She was looking at Trish with the idea of using these macabre objects. It appealed to her.
Trish blushed. "I got off on this a few times," she told Gail, holding up the double-headed cock.
Confiding in her friend was stirring something inside her. She wasn't sure, but she thought her pussy was dripping. She picked up the large dildo with the straps and winked lewdly at Gail.
"If this were Grant's cock, I'd suck him blind." She put the fake cock in her mouth to show her and sucked it.
"Christ, that's erotic," Gail gasped, her eyes fixed on the sliding object sinking farther and farther into Gail's mouth and throat. "Why don't you go out and get a guy?"
Trish pulled the glistening rubber cock out of her mouth. "I don't want another guy. I want Grant. I'll wait. He'll be back. We'll work things out."
She offered the cock to Gail.
"Here, let me watch you suck it," she said, lightening her somber mood.
Gail took the dildo and ran her lips down the long shaft. Her tongue flashed out to see what it tasted like.
"Shit, Trish. It's getting me all hot. My damn cunt is starting to soak my panties."
"Me too." Trish giggled cheerfully for the first time in days.
She stared intently at her friend and very close neighbor.
"Would you like to fool around?" she asked, her heart racing.
"I thought you'd never ask," Gail said excitedly. "What'll we do first? You're the expert." She winked.
Trish blushed, taking off her robe to reveal her lush figure. "Once, doesn't qualify me as an expert."
She giggled naughtily and scrambled off the couch, stretching out on the floor.
"C'mon. We'll have a ball."
There was a bond between these two women-a bond formed by their loneliness and their need to be loved. Their eyes met, and without uttering another word, each knew-sensed-the role they would assume in their exotic sex play.
"Hurry," Trish sighed, breaking the trance they had lapsed into. "I'm nervous and hot. It's been a month since I met that woman, and two months since Grant fucked me!"
"I'm skittish as a puppy," Gail giggled, stripping off her clothes.
Gail's heart seemed to expand, threatening to explode any second. Seeing Trish naked and sprawled out on the carpet sent her blood pressure sky-high. She dropped to the floor, avoiding Trish's hot green eyes. She hugged Trish's body against her own.
"Jesssusss, Trish," she moaned, her face buried in Trish's soft neck. "This is so damn kinky."
"I know," Trish gasped. "It helps."
She trembled in Gail's embrace, her mouth frantically kissing Gail's face and neck while her hands traveled aimlessly all over the warm body above her.
"Ohhhhhh, God, how it helps!" she repeated.
Gail wallowed in the softness of her neighbor's body. Each touch was a new, thrilling experience. She fondled her neighbor's lush tits, kneading them with growing hunger. Her hand skimmed down Trish's smooth taut belly, dipping between her parted thighs, weaving her fingers through her cunt hair.
As her fingers played around Trish's pussy, they grazed her puffy cunt lips and touched her oozing wet pussyslit.
"Christ, you're a fuckin' furnace!" she said as she punched her fingers into Trish's trembling hot body.
"OH, Gail!" Trish humped the probing fingers, clinging to Gail's body above her. "I'm burning up!"
Squirming on the floor, Trish worked her hips in a rapid, endless, circle, grinding her cunt onto Gail's sharp, probing fingers.
Gail's head was whirring with excitement. She saw the long cock with the bloated head at each end. She wanted to experience everything. She grabbed it from the couch and pulled her fingers out of Trish's cunt.
"Let's use this," she sighed, her own pussy aching with anticipation.
Trish nodded. She would agree to anything. "Shove the dildo in my pussy!" She spread her legs wide.
Gail's gaze took in the gorgeous cunt that was spread before her. She gripped the thick cock and placed it at the entrance to Trish's dripping pussy.
"You ready?" she teased.
But before Trish could answer, she stuffed her friend's humping jerking cunt with the dildo. She saw the cunt juice seep out around the stiff object, drenching Trish's pussy hair.
"Sit up," she told Trish. "Sit up, and we'll fuck this cock together."
Numbed with passion, Trish came up into a sitting position, her eyes staring blankly. She was jerking her ass back and forth, the long cock imbedded in her pool of cunt juices.
Gail squirmed into position, lifting up Trish's legs, and laying them on top of her own. She wriggled her cunt closer. Using her trembling hand, she guided the other end of the long cock into her own cunt. She uttered a low, soulful moan as her seething hot cunt swallowed the rest of the giant cock. Pussy against pussy scraped together with the stiff cock joining them in heated bliss.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Trish moaned, and held onto Gail to keep from toppling backwards.
"Hug me! Hug me!"
Gail's arms immediately encompassed Trish's shaking body. As they hugged, their mouths met, opened, and their tongues entwined. Tits pressed against tits, and pussy grazed pussy as they fucked the hard cock that stuffed both their cunts.
They clung to each other, their pussies squishing around the dildo inside them, two burning flames of passion entwined in a heated embrace. Their hips and asses became locked in battle, jabbing at the cock in the middle that made them both crazy. They moaned as each alternate thrust from one stabbed the cock into the other.
They pumped their cunts onto their very own cock snugged tight in their fuckholes. Their fight grew more intense, their humping more diligent, arduous. They slammed at each other, fucked each other into a spiraling passion.
Quickly they settled into a rhythm-a fucking rhythm that satisfied them both. Their mouths came apart, each panting, gasping in delight as their bodies continued to labor against each other and the hard rubber prick. Their hot stares met, eyes dilating in lustful unison.
"Ohhhh, Gail," Trish moaned joyously. "I'm going out of my fuckin' mind!" Her seething cunt writhed and churned.
Gail nodded, not believing the fierce intensity of what she was feeling.
"Me ... me ... too," she finally managed to say, never stopping the undulating movement of her hips. "It's ... it's incredible!"
She came out of Trish's arms, leaning back against the palms of her hands. She whipped her hips up and down and ignited a chain of sizzling orgasms. She looked up at the ceiling, feeling Trish's hands grab her large tits.
"Cooome," Trish moaned, jabbing her own body at the cock that fed the flames in both pussies. "Cooome!"
She watched her friend, satisfied for the moment to be passive, her eyes feasting on Gail's twisting figure, impaled on the rubber prick. Gail's violent fucking kept her hovering at the summit. She loved it, knowing, feeling, that this was only a prelude to what would transpire next between them.
"Aaaaah," Gail moaned, soaring over the highest peak and crashing back in a stormy rush. "Ohhhhh, my God!"
She trembled in her orgasmic state, her hips still jerking in heavenly bliss.
"It was so quick. I ... I ... couldn't control it." She felt empty, although her cunt was stuffed full. It had been a hollow orgasm that left her restless.
"It's because you were so hot," Trish explained, working her hips back and forth, the cock gliding sideways inside her squishy cunt. She reached for the menacing-looking cock with the straps. "Put this on and fuck me. Rape me, Gail!"
Gail trembled. The thrilling order sent her reeling. She jabbed her pussy at the cock implanted inside her and squirmed back. She grabbed the long cock with the rubber spikes from Trish's trembling hands.
"I'll rape you," she groaned, eager to satisfy her own lust and Trish's at the same time. "I'll fuck you until you cry for me to stop."
She sat up on her knees, swaying, the room seeming to spin. She had difficulty strapping on the cock, her hands and fingers fumbling, finding it impossible to hook everything together.
"Let me help," Trish whimpered, anxious to have her pussy ravaged by this giant monster of a cock.
She pulled the straps, hooking them in place, and the huge prick swung out from Gail's soft, feminine body.
Trish dropped back on the floor, yanking the other dildo from her pussy. "Now, Gail. Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast!"
She spread her legs, leering at Gail, then at the cock, then back at Gail again. In her mind she rationalized. She was only satisfying a need and not cheating. This was no man; it was her best friend, and the cock wasn't real.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Her own voice drowned out her thoughts.
Gail stared at the bizarre sight of her crotch. It was strange seeing a cock, a cock that looked and felt real, sticking out from between her legs. Her original plan to rape Trish and get revenge had come true, but in a better way: Trish wanted it. She swallowed dryly. She felt as Tibbs would feel, seeing herself lying on her back and not Trish.
A sadistic grin broke across her face, and her eyes glowed like blue fire.
"Get on your knees," she commanded in a deep voice filled with lust. "On your fuckin' knees!"
She was stroking the long rubber cock in her fist as she imagined a man would.
"Yes," Trish whispered slavishly to Gail, rolling over, shivering in fright and delight.
On her knees, Trish rocked back and forth, waiting for Gail to violate her pussy.
"Don't fuck me!" Please!" she whimpered half-heartedly in a child-like voice. "Pleeeeease don't!" She was playing the game to the hilt.
"Shut up, bitch!" Gail spat, falling easily into the roll of the rapist. "Shut your fuckin' mouth!"
She swatted Trish's perched ass, making the soft flesh jiggle and turning it from white to pink. Gail watched her quivering ass, slapping it again and making Trish voice her protests, until her protests were real.
Gail found herself trembling and stopped whacking Trish's red-hot ass cheeks. The cock between her legs felt heavy, the rubber prongs sticking into her cunt and clit. She twitched as the cock swayed. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was going to happen when she fucked Trish.
"You ready for this, you hot little bitch?" Gail snarled to her friend, stroking the prick through Trish's pussyslit. She saw the gooey pussy cream emerge when she gently pushed the cock farther between her friend's cunt lips.
"Nooooo," Trish cried. "Noooo!"
Gail groaned and plunged forward, ramming the entire length of the giant rubber prick into her friend's wiggling, welcoming body. The searing jolts from the prongs jabbed into her own cunt, propelling her deeper into the heavy state of lust.
"Ayyyieeee!" Trish cried out gleefully, her body filled with the heavenly cock. "Ohhhhh, you're killing me! Killing meeee!"
Her voice sounded sincere, but her humping and grinding ass belied her words. She rocked to-and-fro against Gail, who was adjusting to the tremendous impact of the jabbing prongs against her pussy.
Gail, on her knees, was staring at the cock while Trish fucked it on her own. It boggled her mind to see the cock gliding in and out of her neighbor's cunt. Her senses were jolted by the prickling prongs at the base of the rubber cock. Her cunt was pulsing, longing for the treatment she was giving Trish. She latched onto Trish's smacking body and became dizzy from the friction on her clit.
Trish was tired of doing all the fucking herself-she needed to be fucked in earnest. It was no longer play. It was real, and her sanity depended on Gail. Trish jerked in irritation, craving to be fucked until she creamed all over the fake cock.
"FUCK MEEE, GAIL! OHHH SHIT! FUCK ME!"
Gail's face had turned a deep, passionate red, her eyes glittered hypnotically as she stared into Trish's beautiful humping ass. She sank her fingers into Trish's hips and slammed forward, catching her off guard.
"YESSSSS!" Trish hissed, snapping her head back in bliss. "Ohhhhhhh, yeeeah!"
She jerked back against Gail, impaling herself on the hurling cock, pushing just as Gail plunged forward, their smacking bodies making loud squishy noises.
Gail plunged the dildo into Trish's ripe cunt, the excruciating pleasure of its rubber prongs pressing into her flesh and driving her berserk.
"Aghhhhh!" Gail screamed as if she were the one with her cunt full of cock.
The sensations came in a rapid flurry. The harder she fucked Trish, the more wonderful the feeling in her own pussy.
Each lonely woman fed on the passion of the other. Both women spiraled higher and higher until neither knew what to do but hold on and let their bodies take over.
Gail tried focusing on the creaminess of Trish's slender back, flared hips, and soft wiggling ass cheeks.
Gail's full hips moved in a blurring pace. She cut through Trish's pussy with ease, receiving sublime sensations from the digging prongs that insistently stabbed her bloated clit and pussy. It sent bursting firecrackers off inside her muddled brain. She couldn't stop herself from ramming the cock into her friend's cunt.
Harder and harder Gail pounded the dildo. She seemed bent on destroying Trish or herself. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled as she lunged with a constant hunger. Her head tossed from side to side, and she screamed wild, unearthly oaths.
Trish matched her rhythm. She found herself being swept up into the whirlwind passion. Her groin tightened, and her arms weakened as her strength seeped down to her pussy. She dropped to the rug, her red flushed face pressing into the nap of the carpet. In a sudden outbreak of emotion, her orgasm hit her body like a shot out of the night.
"I'M COMINGGGG! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she wailed.
Hearing her friend's voice announcing she was coming almost sent Gail hurtling over the edge of her own climax. Gail had fucked Trish till Trish had climaxed. It was earth-shattering! Her body shook and her muscles snapped under the exertion of fucking her friend into bliss.
Gail's long awaited climax was near. She reached out for it, vigorously fucking Trish's frothing cunt. She climbed the upward slope, taking her orgasm by the throat. The orgasm ripped through her pussy, almost tearing her in two. She screamed, her body igniting. She drew in her breath sharply, her hips plowing the dildo into Trish's cunt, forcing the rubber cock deeper and deeper into the wet fuckhole of her writhing friend.
"AGGGHHH!" Gail gasped, her vision blurring again as she soared in orgasmic bliss.
Time seemed to stand still for an instant, everything becoming crystal clear. Then it slammed back into place, and Gail's fluttering orgasm rumbled through her body, picking up strength.
The two frenzied women struggled with each other, neither able to end the bliss that encompassed them. They slammed at each other, their mindless efforts keeping them at the top of a wild wave of pleasure.
Gail-slamming, grinding, lashing-and Trish-pushing, rocking, twisting-both battling each other. Their voices echoed off the four walls and their sweaty glistening flesh slapped together wetly.
Gail tottered and fell limply forward, the cock still tight inside Trish's pussy, still pressing against her own clit. She lay partly on Trish's back, the angle twisting the cock inside Trish and twisting the prongs into herself. There was nothing she could do to stave off the orgasm that now ate out her cunt.
The pressure of Gail's body falling on top of her drove Trish forward, crashing to the floor. The buried cock inside her gouged out her cunt. She went into a series of convulsions. She tried to rid her body of the cock that was driving her senseless. She began to crawl away, attempting to recapture her mind.
Gail, in a superior effort, rolled off her friend, the huge hard prick popping out of Trish's cunt. She lay on her back. The dildo was securely tied to her groin and the prickling of the prongs attached to it was destroying her clit. She started to shake, afraid of dying like this.
Trish, her pussy relieved and her orgasm dissolved, quickly came to Gail's rescue. She pulled frantically on the straps, finally freeing Gail from her lingering passion.
"Ohhhhh," Gail moaned, slowly slipping back to reality. "My God!" She looked at Trish who was grinning at her. "I think we both need a drink."
Trish couldn't have agreed more and padded over to the bar to prepare a stiff drink for each of them.
It was after midnight when Gail made it home and, exhausted, crawled into bed. What had happened with Trish wasn't what she had wanted. Trish was lonely and wanted her husband back, but wasn't doing anything to achieve her goal.
"But I will," she vowed, in the enveloping darkness of her bedroom. "I will."
With that one thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gail sat up in bed, her eyes adjusting to the dark. She stared intently at the closed bedroom door and heard the sound again. Someone was coming into the house! She began to shake. Tibbs was coming back!
Deliberately, she reached for the small pistol on the nightstand-something she should have used on his first visit. She wrapped her finger around the trigger, aiming the barrel pointblank at the bedroom door, vowing never again to submit to Tibbs or any other rapist. Her body belonged to Ted, if he wanted it back. Until then, it belonged to her. If Ted didn't want it, then she would cross that hurdle when she came to it.
The door was opening, the light from the hallway scooting across the darkened bedroom floor, and her finger tightened on the trigger. She held her breath as the light came into the room. Then she closed her eyes, pulling frantically on the trigger. Nothing happened. Terror-struck, she opened her eyes.
"TED!"
He came to her and took the gun from her shaking hand. "I'm glad I never showed you how to use this damn thing."
He went out of the bedroom with it and placed it in his desk where he always kept it.
"You forgot to take off the safety," he said when he returned.
"Ohhhh, thank God," she gasped, falling back on the bed, shaking with the realization that she might have killed her husband. She started to cry.
Ted sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about last night. I was wrong." He took her hand, placing it on his knee. "Forgive me?"
"Oh, Ted," Gail sobbed, coming into his arms. "I thought I lost you. Ohhhhh!"
"You haven't lost me." He cradled his wife lovingly. "Nothing could take me away from you."
"Oh, Ted. You were right. It was my fault. I should ... never have paraded...."
He quieted her excuses with his mouth, smothering her lips with his, plunging his tongue inside. He squeezed her soft body, reveling in the feeling of having her tits crushed into his chest.
"Honey, honey," he groaned. "I missed you like crazy all day. It was my fault. I believe you and trust you ... my crazy jealousy ... it's over, and I'm going to make it up to you for the rest of your life."
He laid her back on the bed and caressed her tear-stained face with his fingertips.
Gail looked at him, loving him more than ever. What she had spent her day doing raced through her mind. Telling him would be wrong. She would have to bear that burden alone. It would only hurt him . With him home again, she could survive anything and, like him, she would spent the rest of her life making it up to him-beginning right now!
"Make love to me," she sighed. "Take away all the hurt, all the pain."
He stood up to undress, devouring his luscious wife with his eyes, ogling her massive tits beneath her nightie.
"Let me," she moaned, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
She deftly unhooked the buttons of Ted's shirt. While he pulled it off and tossed it across the room, she unsnapped his belt and pants, pulling the zipper down-a sound she never thought would appeal to her again.
Ted stood there, allowing Gail to strip him. His pants fell to the carpet. He stared down at the top of her head and watched her pull down his shorts.
"Lick my prick," he murmured.
Spellbound by her husband's cock, Gail nodded. She wrapped her hands around his steely prickshaft. It pulsed in her grip, urging the juices to flow inside her pussy.
"Get on the bed, my darling," she whispered.
Ted dropped to the bed, and Gail tore his pants and shorts off his legs along with his shoes and socks. With Ted completely naked, she swooped down on his body like a starving vulture. She began chewing his groin, her fingers smoothing up and down his parted thighs and quickly over his cock. Her tongue slobbered warm spit in the hair at the base of his gorgeous prick.
"Gail," he groaned, searching for her face and squirming under her adoring manipulations. "Suck my cock! Don't make me go crazy!" He jabbed his hips up, his prick towering above her.
Gail attacked the base of his cock with her mouth, her teeth nibbling, her tongue slapping. She worked her mouth around his entire cockroot, making him watch until he moaned in agonizing joy.
"You're driving me out of my damn mind! Stick my prick in your mouth!" Ted begged her.
"Soon, my darling. First I want to savor your marvelous cock." She inched her mouth upward, chewing around and around the shaft of his prick, spiraling up until her tongue touched the ridge of his glistening red cockhead. She brought her mouth directly over his cock and gulped the bloated head into her hot wet mouth. Her tongue swabbed his cock with spit. It dripped from her clinging lips and down his already soaking-wet shaft.
"Ahhhgg!" Ted gasped as he jammed his prick into her mouth, his cockhead scraping along her palate. He tried to plant the entire shaft of his cock in her throat. "Aghhhhh!"
He jabbed again and again; each attempt to stuff her throat with cockmeat seemed futile.
Gail pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled impishly. "You're impatient," she teased, as pre-cum oozed out of his cock. She licked up the dripping fuck juice. "Lie still."
Ted jerked at her slapping tongue. He wanted to feast on her ripe tits. He was willing to wait; they had the rest of their lives.
"Whatever you want, honey," he moaned, lying his head back on the pillows.
"This is what I want."
She took him by surprise when she slammed down on his prick and gobbled it to the root. Her mouth stopped when her lips hit his hairy groin. His cock palpitated wildly in her tight throat. Holding his prick deep inside her gullet, she sank her teeth into his thick cockroot. This sent Ted into a series of jerking spasms that thrilled her. She bit at his cock again, getting the same response.
"Aghhhh, you'll bite my prick off!" he howled. "Ohhhh, Christ!"
His prick was trapped inside her mouth like an animal trapped in a snare. Gasping, he settled down, planning on getting even with his hot-mouthed wife as soon as she released his prick.
Gail tormented him. She skimmed her hand underneath his ass, her nails gouging into his ass cheek. Her other hand clawed tantalizingly on the rough side of his hairy ball sac. She knew he liked mild pain. It was something they both enjoyed receiving and giving. It was like old times; the memories of her twenty-four-hour nightmare diminished with each teasing chew on her husband's stiff cock.
Her mouth slid up the long shaft of his cock, her teeth grazing the thin-skinned cock muscle. Her teeth caught under the head of his cock, and she stopped. Swishing her tongue like a whip, she made her husband jerk and flounder on the bed. She pulled her mouth off his prick in one sweeping motion.
"Well? Do you like the way I suck your cock?"
Grinning, his cock free of Gail's mouth, Ted sat up, grabbed her arm and tossed her to the bed, leering down into her surprised face.
"Now you're gonna get yours." He said as he ripped the cotton nightie off her body, devouring her nakedness.
Before Gail could begin her mock protest, Ted's mouth clamped onto her soft neck. His hot love bites, with just the right amount of nipping pleasure, drove her crazy. He worked down her neck and over her jiggling tits, paying particular attention to her rosy nipples.
"Ted! Ted!" Gail squealed in heavenly bliss. "Ohhhhh! Ted!"
She squeezed his head to her tits, churning from the delicious pleasure-pain he was inflicting on her. Before he moved down to her delectable pussy, she raked his shoulders with her nails, causing him to bear down harder with his love bites. It was all so, so wonderful.
Ted, on his way down to her cunt, bit her belly and hips, his fingers digging at the entrance of her pussy. They slipped easily into her wet steamy cunt, the tips pressing into her sensitive cunt walls.
"Ted! It's wonderful!" She humped his fist, grinding and twisting her body in response. "Unnnnnn."
He worked her pussy into a lather, making her mad with his delightful gnawing teeth and delving fingers. It was like old times. Her horrible memories were receding into the distant past.
Ted tried shoving his fist up into his wife's cunt. His efforts were met by shrill loving sounds of protest. He sucked her clit and chewed on it, his hand finger fucking her tender pussyhole. He was glad to be back. He believed Gail now, and realized the terrible ordeal he had put her through. He nipped her bloated clit, causing her to moan and writhe.
"Fuck me, Ted. Fuck me to death!" Gail cried.
Her blood was boiling, the foreplay, like always, had turned her into a vat of bubbling passion.
"Fuck meeee!" She thrashed on the bed, trying to wrench her pussy away from her husband's fingers and her clit away from his mouth.
Ted came up from her cunt, his face covered with warm pussy juice. "When I'm ready," he said.
He swiftly turned her over, his tongue lapping on the back of her thighs and ass cheeks, the final step before ramming his cock into her pussy.
"Bite! Bite!" Gail commanded. "Bite me! You fucker!" She pushed her ass back at him, slapping his face with her bouncing ass cheeks.
Ted obliged, sinking his teeth into the scrumptious flesh of her jiggling ass.
"Aowwwwww," she howled, humping her ass back at him. "Eeeeeewww!"
She pounded the bed with her fists in mock agony, her legs spread and slapping the mattress.
"Stop it! Stop! Fuck me!" Her head was fogged and she found herself swirling rapidly to the jagged edge of the crest.
"Do it!" she began to plead. "Fuck me, Ted."
Ted sensed the moment was right. He tossed her over on to her back, grabbed her ankles and lifted them apart. He feasted his hungry eyes on her red seeping pussy, frothy pussy cream coating her swollen cunt lips and black curly hair.
"Stop looking at my cunt and fuck it! Slam your cock in my pussy!" She loved the way he was holding her legs high in the air, curtailing her movement. "Fuck me, darling."
Ted lifted her legs higher, bringing his cock in contact with the scorching furnace of her cunt. With her legs draped over his broad shoulders, he skimmed the red head of his bulbous cock through the gaping crevice of her cunt.
"Yessssss," she urged, delighted with the first touch of his hard prick. "Shove your cock in! SHOVE YOUR COCK IN, FUCKER!" Juice oozed from her pussy, dripping down to her ass.
Ted enjoyed her screams. He continued to torment her, ramming his prick into her cunt, then immediately slipping it out. His cock was coated with heavy fuck cream. He plugged her cunt again, pulling his cock out with agonizing delight.
"You're torturing me!" she whined in frustration. "Fuck me, don't torture me!"
He lifted her ass, his cockhead aiming at her tight round asshole. His grin widened devilishly as he swung his hips forward, sinking the head of his wet prick into her asshole. Her ass surrounded his spearing cockhead like a vise.
"Mmmmmm, honey!" he roared.
"Aaaaaawwwww." She squirmed down, loving it, trying to capture all of Ted's huge prick in her ass. "Fuck them both! Fuck both my holes!"
Ted rocketed forward, plunging his hard cock farther into Gail's tight ass, his balls up against her ass cheeks. He pulled out slowly, feeling the tugging pressure of her ass muscles as they tried in vain to keep his prick prisoner.
"Again, Ted, AGAIN! Fuck my ass again!" Gail cried.
Ted plowed forward in response to his wife's raging screams. Then he eased out, his bloated cockhead popping out of her asshole. Before Gail could utter another word, he jammed his prick into her cunt, swishing into a pool of sizzling cunt cream. He ground his prick against her cunt walls, her pussy muscles lashing at his cockshaft. Each fuckhole was a treat-an exotic, rare treat. He stabbed his prick into her pussy, then slipped it out, seeing the oozing pussy cream drench her cunt hair. Then he directed his cock right back into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh, CHRIST!" she screeched. She raked his arms, her head thrashing from side to side. "Fuck me harder! Harder!"
This exquisite double-hole fucking was sensational. It was a wonder that they had never fucked like this before. Her link to sanity was beginning to crumble.
Ted continued to ram both of Gail's delicious fuckholes. He plowed first one hole then the other. His head reeled, deciding to make up his mind which hole to blast his wad of cum into. His fucking pace quickened, his balls filling up with cum as he raced along with Gail toward the highest summit.
With her shoulders pinned back against the bed and her legs straight up in the air, Gail reveled in her husband's expert fucking. Each time he pushed his cock into her ass, she squealed, and each time he fucked her pussy, she moaned. Moaning and squealing, the sounds of blissful torment finally blended into a collage of blind rage as she clawed her way to her orgasm and release.
"I'm ... ohhhh, God, Ted, I'm gonna come!"
Gail began to slip off the craggy cliff of her orgasm as it quaked beneath her, but nothing happened: Ted had pulled his prick out of her cunt and had begun fucking her ass again.
With him plowing her cunt, she raced aimlessly to the top, and, then, with his quick fucking stabs in her ass, she would hover. She was on an endless treadmill.
"Stop! Stop!" she screamed, unable to take the torture any longer. "My cunt! My cunt! FUCK MY CUNT!"
The screaming words of his wife penetrated Ted's passion-drenched brain. He stabbed his prick into her tight ass one last time, then pulled out. He shook her legs off his shoulders and imbedded his cock into her cunt, her legs snaking around his back and her heels digging into his sinewy muscles. His prick was deep inside her pussy, her pulsing cunt walls surrounding the meaty shaft of his cock, sending jolts of lust through his balls. It was as if lightning were striking him.
"Yesssss!" Gail rasped shrilly, knowing the end was in sight. "Oh, yesss, my darling!"
Her arms engulfed his frame, her clit grinding relentlessly into his tight groin. The steep cliff fell away and instead of plunging down into nowhere, she soared into the heavens, creaming Ted's cock.
Holding onto her husband's ramming, fucking body, feeling his piercing cock stuffing her cunt, Gail looked up at the ceiling, watching it spin.
"I'm COMING! COMING!" she cried, her focus on the spinning ceiling blurring as the first stormy orgasm whirled through her body. "I'm cooomiiing!"
Ted knew it and felt it. She was writhing under his pounding body, slamming up at his driving hips. His cock swelled, feeling as if it were going to burst at the seams. Instead, his prick exploded from the tip, spraying Gail's ravenous cunt with a stream of hot white jizz.
He growled in the soft crook of her neck, lifting his head to breathe as his orgasm engulfed him.
Ted's hips became whirring pistons, slamming into his wife's gyrating and churning body. In and out his cock thrust, splashing into Gail's oozing cunt and forcing the mixture of cum and pussy cream to seep from her clinging cunt lips.
They were soaked with sweat and fuck cream, their flesh sticky and warm, slapping against each other. His hands clawed her bouncing, humping hips. His pulsating cock burned into her overflowing pussy. He buried his face back into her neck, the sweet pungent aroma of her perfume mixing with the reeking lust of their bodies. He fucked faster with shorter plunges that swelled his cock with more gooey cum.
Gail's hips slammed in heated bliss against her husband's lunging body, her clit mashing into her husband's groin. Another orgasm erupted, more powerful that the first. She was carried to the top, hovering, and then she careened out of her mind as the room dimmed and began to whirl.
"Ted! TED!" She was delirious, frightened, joyous-all at the same time.
Their overheated bodies were locked in battle: Ted slammed down, his prick spouting a never-ending river of cum; Gail jammed up, her cunt gulping on his cock and oozing a seething, bathing cream over his cock.
They held each other tight, their hips moving in sync as they soared into boundless space together. Ted's head dropped back into the crook of Gail's neck, and he nearly passed out, his orgasms wreaking havoc on him like a destructive earthquake.
Gail trembled and froze, the final orgasm wrenching the very life out of her. She dropped into a light faint. Her body twitched, her arms and legs unlocking their death grip on her husband's spent, weary body.
Ted rolled over, his limp prick easing out of her cunt.
They both lay quiet, their breathing shallow, their bodies winded.
"No more windows," he gasped, almost in a laugh.
"No more windows," she promised sincerely.
They laughed and went back into the comfort of each other's arms, drifting off into a deep, deep sleep.
