Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading "the good life", enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our life-style.
Janice Dobbs is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband's increasing neglect lead her into acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. With each day she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
WAYWARD WIFE is a novel about this woman. A novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society's prohibitions.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Janice Dobbs ran a hand through her shoulder length red hair as she watched her husband's car disappear up their shaded drive.
She was glad to be rid of him. It had been a long morning and she had started to believe that she would never get him off on his business trip.
He always got randy before he left on a business trip, grabbing her body and feeling her up. Janice found it disgusting. She didn't mind being married to him, except for the sex. Joe Dobbs was a gentle, considerate man and she gave him sex as often as she considered it a part of her wifely obligation.
She wrinkled her pretty little nose in distaste as she thought of sex. She gave herself to him, but she shuddered each time his hot hands touched her. He had wanted to do it that morning, but she had said no to that idea quick enough.
In the six months they had been married she had never even let him see her completely naked and that was the way she intended to keep things.
Her mother had taught her that sex was something that should be done in the privacy of darkness. That was the way a lady should do it and Janice considered herself a lady.
Thinking of her mother made Janice remember that her mother was supposed to be over that afternoon. They had planned a shopping trip. She hurried upstairs and took a long, hot shower. Her flawless skin was reddened as she stepped out of the shower. She spent a moment studying herself in the mirror.
She really did have a good body with her full, proud breasts, her slender waist, and her rounded buttocks. She knew that she was attractive to men and she knew her body had been the way she had won her husband.
So what if he was nearly twice her age and her marriage had caused the entire town to gossip? She had plenty of money to spend, a nice home to live in, and a husband who didn't bother her very much. It was a good life. She slipped into her expensive underthings, liking the way the soft fabric caressed her body. She wished that a man's hands were as soft as the fabric. Then she might enjoy the sex act a little more. She also dressed in the pants outfit that her husband had bought her. She knew it made her mother feel proud to see her in expensive things.
She pressed her long red hair onto her head into a severe bun that she fastened with pins. She also put on glasses that hid her pert looks and gave her face a dull, studious appearance.
She heard a car pulling into the driveway and she knew it had to be her mother. She gave herself a final looking over in the mirror. Nothing was out of place. She knew her looks would please her mother.
Someone knocked on the door and she hurried down the stairs.
"I'm coming, Anne," Janice called loudly. "Just a moment, mother."
She was surprised to open the door and find that it wasn't her mother who stood there. Her surprise was such that it took her a few moments before she recognized her husband's business partner, Bud Willis.
"Bud," she said stupidly. "You missed Joe. He left about ten minutes ago."
Then she realized that Bud would know he missed her husband. There was no car there. She felt a shiver go down her back for some reason.
Perhaps it was just being alone with Bud Willis. Bud Willis was everything her husband was not. He was young, aggressive, and he looked at her with dirty eyes, as if he were mentally undressing her. He was not the sort of person she liked to be around.
"Aren't you going to invite me in, Janice?" he asked.
She didn't like to be called Janice by this man. He made her name sound dirty, as if he were uttering a four-letter word. She shivered again.
"Joe's gone," she said.
"I know that," he said. "I waited until his car left the driveway."
She was suddenly very afraid. She knew that something had changed between them suddenly. He was no longer just a junior business partner she could make polite conversation with. He was something scary and she knew she couldn't let him into the house.
"I'm waiting for my mother," she said.
"Isn't that the story of your whole dull life," he said. "Aren't you always waiting on your mother?"
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"Sure you do," he said. "Now let me in, Janice.
Don't keep me waiting on the porch like the hired help."
She was too shocked to say anything. He pushed past her into the hallway. She knew she should protest but she couldn't find the right words.
"Where's the bar?" he said. "It's funny, but I've been Joe's partner for eight years and he's never invited me to his home."
"In there," Janice said. "You can't just come in here. You can't. . . "
She was stumbling over her words because she couldn't find the right phrase to express her anger. While she was trying, he walked into the living room. She followed him and watched him make himself a drink.
"Would you like something?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"I would if I were you," he shrugged. "You're going to need one."
"You get out of here," she said. "Get out before I call the police."
She felt silly and stupid after she had said it. He hadn't really done anything to her. There was nothing to call the police about. But she could feel a coldness in her stomach every time he looked at her.
He shrugged his shoulders and sipped at his drink. He made a wry face.
"Not very good bourbon," he said. "I would expect that Joe would have something better."
"What do you want?" she asked. "Why have you come here like this?"
He gave her a slow smile and sipped again at his drink.
"Don't you know?" he asked.
Suddenly she did know and she was more afraid than she had ever been. It no longer seemed like such a silly, stupid idea to call the police. She glanced at the phone.
"Go ahead," he said. "But I'm closer to it than
you are. I think I can reach it before you do."
She thought of the upstairs phone. She could probably reach that phone before he even realized what she was doing. She gave herself a confident face.
"Why should I?" she asked. "You're not going to bother me. You know better than to do anything like that."
As she talked she edged back toward the hall door. She jumped through it at her last word and headed for the stair. She got to the third step before he caught her. She almost screamed when she felt the sharp edge of a knife pressing against the back of her neck.
"Keep walking," he said. "The bedroom is where I want you. Just keep walking."
She swallowed nervously as she started walking. The stairs seemed longer than they ever had. Her knees seemed weak and she was afraid she was going to drop before she reached the top. She made it, though she didn't know how, and she stopped at the top of the stairs.
"Keep walking," he commanded. "Your bedroom."
He gave her a shove in the small of her back and she was pushed into her bedroom. She could feel her heart hammering in her lungs as she stood there and tried not to look toward the bed.
"The center of the room," he commanded.
She was pushed roughly until she had found the desired position. She turned her eyes toward the window. This couldn't be happening, she thought. Not to me. Not in the middle of the morning and with my husband's partner. It can't be.
"Face me," he said.
She turned around and faced him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the knife on his lap. She noticed that he still had his drink.
"You're scared," he said. "That's all right. I like to see you scared."
"Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this to me? I haven't ever hurt you."
"Not hurt me?" he laughed bitterly. "Baby, you're the type that hurts every man she comes across."
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"The hell you don't," he said. "You know what Joe was like before you met him? He was a carefree sucker who enjoyed a woman any time he got one. He was nice to be around, a lot of fun. Then he met you and overnight he became a dried-out shell of a man."
"He's very happy," Janice protested.
"Sure he's happy now and then," Willis said. "Especially when you deem fit to share your precious body with him."
"That's not true," she argued. "We have a good sex life."
"Ha," he said. "I know you, baby. You're a proud bitch and you look at men with pride. Well maybe I can teach you a few lessons in real sex."
She had started thinking about the pistol. Joe kept a loaded gun near the bed in one of the bedside tables. She only had to move a few feet to get it.
"Now let's see what you got," he said. "Start stripping, baby."
She went for the gun. Fear gave her speed and she had the gun in her hands before he could reach her. She turned and fired once. Her hands had not held the gun steady enough and the shot went wild. Then he was on her.
He ripped the gun from her nervous fingers and smashed her across the mouth with his hand. She went backwards, but managed to keep her footing.
He bent down and picked up the pistol and she ran for the door. She started screaming as she got to the stair. If only she could make someone hear her. She got halfway down the stairs before she felt his arms going around her.
"Bitch," he said violently.
She kicked down hard on his instep and he grunted in pain. His arms released her and she started down the stairs again. She had no idea of what she was going to do except that she had to get out the door. Once outside she could make it to the road and stop a car. Or get to a neighbor's house.
"I'm tired of playing, bitch," he said.
She felt a staggering blow to the back of her head and she lost her balance. She fell down the last three steps. She tried to get quickly to her feet but he was already standing over her.
"You made me spill my drink," he said. "Now go make me another one."
He kicked her but it wasn't a very hard kick. He kept pushing her with his foot until she got to her feet. He pushed her toward the living room.
"Make it strong, baby," he said.
She froze as she felt his hand brush down the small of her back and then touch her ass gently. She almost couldn't breathe. She couldn't believe that he was really touching her that way. She pulled away from his hand as if she'd been bitten.
"Fix my drink," he said.
She did as she was told. She fixed it strong and she brought it out to him. He took it and sipped it. She noticed a bulge in his pocket and knew he still had the gun.
She steeled herself for the' wave of revulsion that washed over her and she pressed herself a little closer to him. She could feel the quickening of his heartbeat.
"You don't have to hurt me anymore," she whispered. "I'll do what you say."
She pressed her lips to his and she found them hot and salty and tasting of bourbon. She tried to kiss him as sexy as she could while her fingers dropped to his pocket.
She reached into his coat pocket and she felt the cold steel of the pistol. She gingerly lifted it out and pressed the barrel against his side. She pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He pushed her away and he was laughing.
"Goddamn bitch," he said. "You just won't give it up, will you'? I unloaded the gun upstairs. You didn't really think I was going to give you another chance to shoot me."
"Damn you," she said.
He swallowed the rest of his drink in a couple of gulps and he put the glass down on a hall table. She saw his hand coming, but she couldn't avoid the blow. He hit her hard across the mouth and this time she couldn't keep her footing. She went down hard on the floor.
Her arms and butt felt bruised and she could taste her own blood from her cut lip.
Once more he took out the switchblade knife and flicked it open.
"A memento from my upbringing," he said, as she stared at the shiny blade. "It's really very sharp. It could cut your face to ribbons."
"Oh my God," Janice spoke softly.
The fear became something she couldn't control. Something like crawly hands touched her body. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from that knife. She could see him cutting her face to ribbons. Ruining the looks she had always been vain about.
"I could fix it so a plastic surgeon could spend years getting you to look half human."
"Please," She licked her lips. "Please don't do that."
"You'll do as I say'?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
The fear of getting raped was not half as bad as having her looks destroyed. She could stand another man rutting about inside of her but she couldn't stand having that knife touch her face.
"Go back upstairs," he said. "Stand exactly where I put your before."
She walked back up the stairs as if she was in a trance. She found the place he had told her to stand and she waited. It seemed like a long time before he came back up. She thought about the phone again. She could call the police. But she kept thinking about that shiny blade and she didn't move.
He had another drink in his hand when he finally came up. He sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes studied her like a cat studies a mouse it's about to eat.
"Take the pins out of your hair," he said.
She undid the pins and let her red hair fall free and flowing about her shoulders. She dropped the pins on the floor as she looked into his admiring eyes.
"Very nice," he said. "Without your glasses and with your hair hanging down you look almost human.'"
"Please," she said. "Just leave. We'll forget about everything that's happened if you'll just go."
"Take the rest of it off, baby. Let me see that body you're so proud of."
She shivered with fear. She had never been completely naked before a man. She felt a hot blush of shame and humiliation rise to her face. She thought her shame would make him stop but her red face only seemed to excite him more.
"The clothes," he said. "Take your goddamned clothes off or do you want me to finish what I started downstairs?"
He brandished the knife to show her that he meant business. She started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see his face as her nervous fingers undid the buttons. She pulled it apart.
She knew now that his hot eyes were lusting over the expensive bra she'd chosen to wear. Now she wished that she hadn't chosen a bra that was so appealing.
"The rest of it, baby," he said.
She reached behind her back and undid the bra snaps. She couldn't seem to let the snaps go. She knew that her breasts would be naked as soon as she did.
"Let me see those titties," he commanded. "Or I'll come over there and take it off myself."
That settled it. She let the bra go and it fell away from her creamy, jutting titties.
She lowered her arms and let the bra fall slowly to the carpeted floor. She could feel his hot eyes touching her in a more intimate way than her husband's hands had fondled her. Again she blushed hot with shame.
"Beautiful," he said. "Still young and firm. I bet they taste sweeter than sugar."
"Please," she said again.
"Shut up and take off your pants," he said. "I want to see if your pussy is the same color as your hair."
She had never been talked to that way by any man, but there was nothing she could do about it. She vowed a silent revenge for what he was putting her through. She would have Joe shoot his balls off!
She stripped down the pants and then she slipped the panties down her legs. She kicked out of them and felt his hot eyes going all over her body.
"Hmmmm," he said. "I'd have never thought it possible, but you're a little redder down there."
She tried to hold her head up but she couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't look at his lustful face.
"Come here," he said.
She told herself to be strong. It wouldn't be so different than getting it from her husband. She would just have to be strong and suffer through it.
She opened her eyes as she drew close to the bed. She was shocked to find that he'd taken the opportunity to take his clothes off. Somehow she'd never expected him to get naked. Naked, he was not at all what she'd expected him to look like.
In his clothes he looked small. Without them he had a huge chest and muscular arms that showed that he worked out with weights often.
She found her gaze drawn down to where his cock jutted out from between his legs. She gave a low gasp of surprise. She expected most cocks to look like her husband's, but Bud Willis had a monster that was probably two inches longer than her husband's and much thicker.
"Like that?" he asked. "Most women do."
"It's vulgar," she said.
"You'll learn to like it," he said. Then he placed one hand on her full buttock and pulled her close to him. She tried not to shy away in revulsion for she knew he would only hurt her if she did. But not shying away was hard as she felt his hand.
"My God," he said huskily. "I'd like to take my time with you the first time to show you how a real man fucks, but my balls are hurting. On the bed!"
She got onto the bed. She stretched out and she felt his hands on her titties. He slowly twisted her pink nipples between his fingers, trying to make them hard. She had her eyes closed tightly and she tried to think of other things.
"Goddamn, you're cold," he said. "I wonder how old Joe stands it."
She felt his breath against her titty and her eyes popped open in surprise. His head went against her skin and his hot tongue flicked out at her.
It did little more than disgust her and she could stand it no longer. She tried to twist out of his grasp but she suddenly felt the knife in her throat.
"Still," he warned. "Be still or I'll open your throat."
She did remain very still, with the knife at her throat. She felt his brutal fingers prying her legs apart. She still couldn't believe it was happening. 'This sort of thing did not happen to a good woman.
But it was happening. He sucked in one of her nipples in between his lips. His tongue licked and caressed her until she felt something happening. It had never happened to her before. She had never responded to any man.
Yet she was beginning to grow warm and there were exciting tingles, between her legs. He might have aroused her if he could have waited, but he was too hot for her.
He swung his full weight on top of her and his hard prick was pushing between her legs. She felt the thick cock-head pressed against the lips of her cunt.
"Please," she said. "Please don't do it."
He pressed down with the knife to remind her not to fight as his hips started moving to force the thick rod into her. She gasped as his cockhead popped into her and then his long, thick shaft began to fill her.
"Oh no," she moaned. "Oh no!"
But there was no stopping him. He gave his cock another shove and buried it to his balls in her cunt. This time she gasped in astonishment.
He filled her as her husband never had and he knew how to use his cock. He began to rotate it in a slow circle that rubbed his prick against the walls of her cunt.
"Oh," she said.
She didn't know what might have happened if he had kept that up. But he couldn't control himself any longer. He started pounding his cock into her the way her husband did. She closed her eyes again as he fucked her.
"Ummmmm, BABY!" he yelled. "I knew you was good! I knew you had a good pussy! Ummmm, BABYYYYYY!"
And then his hot cum was pouring into her cunt, making her slippery with his juice. He squeezed her titties as he came and yelled dirty words into her ear.
She was afraid that he was going to get so carried away that he would cut her with the knife, but he never allowed the pressure of the steel to get any worse against her throat.
Finally he was done. He rolled over and she saw that his now limp cock was dripping tiny pearly white drops. She started to get up from the bed but he caught her arm.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
"Haven't you already gotten what you want?"
"Baby," he said softly. "We've just started."
"You can't mean that," she asked.
"But I do. I know your husband will be gone for a week and I'm going to use this week to teach you all about sex. By the time I'm done with you you're going to know how to do everything in the manual. "
"You're sick," she said.
She saw the blow coming and again she couldn't avoid it. He knocked her off the bed and then he grabbed her by the hair. He pressed her face to his crotch.
She had never been so sick. She turned her face so that only her cheek was pressed against him but she could feel a drop of wet against her cheek. She knew it was his cum and it made her even more disgusted.
"You're the sick one," he said. "But we're going to change all that. We're going to get you better this week."
They both heard the knock on the door at the same moment.
"Who the hell is that?" he asked.
"Mother," Janice said. "I told you she was coming over today."
"Okay," he said. "Put your robe on and get rid of her. Just remember I've got the knife."
Janice put her robe on and walked to the stairs. She knew her mother would tire of knocking and come on in. She was ready for the knob to turn. Her mother stepped in and took Bud completely by surprise.
Janice's mother, Anne, stopped in shocked disbelief. She could see the naked man standing in the doorway with a large knife in his hand.
"Run!" Janice screamed suddenly. "Run, Mother, and get the police! He's crazy."
Janice never felt the blow that knocked her completely senseless.
Chapter Two
"Wake up, darling," Janice's mother said softly. "Drink this. It'll make you feel better."
Janice awakened to find herself stretched out on the living-room couch. She still had her robe wrapped around her. Her mother was sitting next to her with a drink in her hand.
"Sip this," Anne said. "Slowly. It'll help you not to have a bad head."
Janice sat up and sipped from the glass. The brandy sent a feeling of warmth through her. Janice touched at her forehead and found a bump there.
"What did he hit me with?" Janice asked.
"With his hand," Anne said. "He turned you around and slapped you with his open hand. He must be very strong."
"Oh, he is," Janice said, with a shiver, as she remembered him holding her down and his thick cock slamming into her pussy.
"Where is he?" Janice asked, sitting up. "And why didn't you get away?"
"He's in the hall," her mother answered. "And one does not run away with a pistol pointed at you."
"It wasn't loaded," Janice said.
"Yes, but I didn't know that," Anne said.
At that moment Bud Willis came back into the room. He had put on a pair of shorts but that was all. She-forced herself not to look down at the bulge in his shorts.
"So our little lady is back with us," Willis said.
"It wasn't wise of you to scream."
"You're a bastard," Janice said.
"True," he shrugged. "But then, don't we all have a little bit of bastard in us?"
He still had the pistol in his hand and he motioned with it for Anne to stand up.
"Make me a drink," he said.
Anne got up and walked to the bar. She began mixing him a drink. Janice noticed that his eyes followed the jiggling of her mother's buttocks.
Anne had kept herself well over the years. Her hips were not much wider than Janice's and Janice knew that her big tittles were still firm and proud.
Anne had chosen to wear a red miniskirt that made her look years younger and her closely cropped red hair was even more attractive.
Janice could see how a man like Willis would be
interested in her mother. Even her husband had given Anne a few casual, admiring glances.
"Bring it here," Willis said.
Anne brought the drink to him. Her back was straight and her face was proud. Her look seemed to say that Willis could look all he wanted but he better not touch.
She stood near him as he sipped his drink. Janice saw his hungry eyes go over her firm, tanned thighs and long legs. Then his eyes swept back up to her full titties.
"You're a nice-looking woman," he said.
"I know that," Anne said. "Now would you like anything else?"
"Yes, I would," he said. "But not just yet."
"You try anything," Anne said. "And I'll scratch your eyes out, gun or no gun."
Anne walked back over to sit down beside Janice. Janice admired her mother's courage but she also saw the look that came to Bud Willis's face. He had been challenged and he liked a challenge. He licked his lips.
"I didn't want us to get bored," Bud said softly.
"So I called a couple of friends of mine."
"Friends," Janice said.
"Yes," he said. "They should be here soon."
Janice realized she had to do something. Once his friends got here there was no telling of what could happen. There would be less of a chance to escape.
It had to be now or never.
"Would you like another?" Janice asked. "I notice you're getting low."
"Sure, baby," he said.
She took his glass and went to the bar. She made this one as strong as she could. He probably wouldn't like the taste, but she didn't intend for him to taste it.
She noticed Anne raising an eyebrow as she walked over to Bud.
"Did I tell you how good you were, baby?" Bud questioned, as she drew close. "You've got a sweet, tight pussy. I loved it."
She seemed to stumble and then she threw the alcohol into his eyes. He screamed and tried to reach for her but she was already running.
Her mother was close behind her.
She reached the door and pulled it open. Her mind was racing with what she had to do next. Freedom was only a few steps away.
There were two men outside the door.
"You in a hurry, sugar?" one asked.
They were both big, tough-looking men dressed in bluejeans and T-shirts. They looked like they were construction workers or something from the way their muscles bulged out.
She tried to kick one but he took her arm and pushed her back inside the door as easily as if he were handling a child. She had thought that Bud Willis was strong. He had nothing on these two men.
"Don't try it, sugar," the same man said. "You might get hurt."
Janice saw the look of frustration that came to Anne's face. Anne wasn't afraid. Not yet. But Anne knew there was no sense in trying to fight these two men.
They walked back into the living room again. Bud Willis still sat in the chair. He dabbed at his eyes with a piece of cloth.
"I think our ladies were trying to get away," the bigger man said.
"Yes," Bud agreed. "It does look like that."
Bud stood up. Janice felt her knees grow a little weak as he walked toward her. His face was angry.
"You're a bitch," he said.
He slapped her hard. Anne came toward him like an angry mother cub, but the tallest of the two men caught her around the waist and pulled her back.
"Easy, little lady," he said.
Anne tried to claw at his face and he caught her arm. He bent it backward until there were tears of pain stinging at her eyes.
"Cut it out," he said. "Just cut it out." He kept bending her arm until Anne went down on her knees from pain. He looked down in satisfaction.
"Now that's where I like a woman. On her knees. It takes a real woman to know her place."
He released her finally. Anne was softly sobbing and rubbing her arm. She didn't look so proud anymore.
Janice had not moved. Again Bud turned to her. He slapped her hard three more times on her face. His slaps sounded like shots in the quiet room.
"Now sit down," he said.
Janice walked like a zombie to the chair and sat down. She didn't have the heart to fight anymore. She would just let them do what they wanted and then maybe they would leave quicker.
Bud looked at the biggest of the two men. The one who had been holding Anne.
"What do you think, Harry?" Bud asked.
"Ummmm," Harry said. "I think you got us a couple of nice looking pheasants this time. Especially this one." He nudged Anne with his foot. "I like a gal with a little spirit in her. They train better."
"I thought you might," Bud said. "Why don't you teach her a few tricks? We'll watch. Maybe Janice will learn a few also."
"What do you mean?" Janice asked.
The other man came to the couch and sat down beside Anne. He put one big hand on her knee.
"Now don't your worry, sugar," he said. "Old Matt will keep you company while Harry is working with your mother. You won't feel left out."
"Take your hands off me," Janice said.
Matt squeezed her knee and she became aware of a great strength in those steely fingers. He kept squeezing until she gasped in pain.
"Now you just watch, sugar," he said. "And keep quiet. You learn better by keeping your mouth shut."
Janice got quiet as Matt drummed his fingers on her knee. She no longer protested his grasp. She knew there was very little she could do about it.
She watched as Harry lifted her mother to her feet.
"Now you be nice to Harry," Harry said.
"Let me go," Anne said.
"I will," Harry promised. "Just as soon as I'm finished."
"What are you going to do to me?" Anne asked.
"Don't you know?" Harry smiled. "I think you know. You know what a woman's for."
"Oh God no," Anne said.
Janice started to come to her mother's aid but she felt the hand on her knee get hard again.
"Sit still," Matt warned.
She sat still and watched as Harry started to fondle her mother's titties through the blouse she wore.
"Stop," Anne commanded.
Harry didn't seem to hear her as he continued to massage her titties. His fingers started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"I want to see your tittles," he said. "I bet you've got a real nice looking pair."
It was too much for Anne to bear. She kicked at his groin but he was waiting on her. He caught her knee on the side of his leg and then his big arm just swept around and knocked her against the bar.
He grabbed her by the hair and bent her head backwards. His big lips kissed her throat first. Then his tongue trailed down and kissed the expanse of flesh just above the blouse.
He released her and again she tried to kick him. This time he took the knee against his balls and his face didn't change. He grinned at her.
"I've been kicked by men with brogans on," he said. "Your soft little knee is not going to hurt me."
She tried to claw at him, but he brought both her arms and lifted them above her head. Then his other hand caught the material at the top of her blouse and ripped it downward.
Her blouse came away in two shreds and revealed the dark red bra she had chosen to wear that day. He ogled her full tits trying to fight their way out of the bra.
"You are nice," he said. "I bet your husband loves those."
She tried to jerk her arms from his grasp but he held them tightly.
"I asked you a question," he said.
His big, brutal hand caught at the front of her bra and pulled it down so that her two pink nipples poked out. He took one between his fingers and twisted it.
Anne cried out in pain.
"Answer me," he said. "Does your husband love your titties?"
"No," she said. "My husband is dead."
"How long?" he asked.
"Ten years."
"Ten years?" he smacked his lips. "By God, a woman like you needs a man. A strong man to keep her in her place."
He reached behind her back and undid the snaps of the bra. He pulled it up around her neck and let it dangle there.
Janice shivered as he bent his head and flicked at her mother's pink nipple with his tongue. Her mother's nipple started growing hard.
"Oh stop," Anne whispered. "Please stop."
He released her arms and he picked her up and sat her on the bar. Janice felt a lump come to her throat as he unzipped his trousers and let the most gigantic prick Janice had ever seen out of his jeans.
"Oh God," Anne said. "You can't put that thing in me."
"Oh yes," he said.
His hand went under her minidress and ripped her panties down. They came away in two parts under his strong fingers. He pulled her dress up as she struggled against him. She slapped him and clawed his face but he seemed to feel nothing.
He pushed his hand once more under her dress and Janice saw her mother's face grow white. She squirmed, trying to be free.
"Oh take your hand out," Anne cried. "Please take your hand out."
"It's just my thumb, baby," he said.
"Take it out," Anne pleaded.
"I've got you juiced and ready," he said. "A woman can't take my cock unless she's juiced and ready."
Janice wanted to do something. She wanted to scream and fight for her mother. She could do nothing. Every time she moved the steely fingers on her knee brought tears to her eyes.
"Now you're ready," he said.
Anne screamed and quit fighting as he grasped her buttocks with both his hands and pulled her down. Her ass was still against the bar as he lowered her onto his big cock.
Janice could see little from where she sat. She could see his heaving buttocks and the peculiar expression that came over her mother's face.
Her mother's head fell against his shoulder and her eyes half closed.
"Oh don't do this," she moaned. "Please don't."
"It's too late," Harry grunted.
Anne's mouth dropped open as he started to pound his thick cock into her. She screamed loudly and tears came to her eyes. Her ass banged against the bar as he fucked her.
"Oh," Anne moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"
He pounded his thick cock to her for a few minutes longer and then he pulled out.
.
"Take off that damn dress and bra," he said. "The clothes are getting in my way."
Janice thought that her mother would surely take the opportunity to run. She gasped as she saw Anne strip off her dress and bra.
"My trousers," he commanded.
She bent and unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She did the same with his shorts.
The shorts came down and gave Janice a good view of his enormous cock and balls. She had seen cocks besides her husband's, in pictures, but she had never dreamed that a man could have a weapon like this jutting monster.
"Now turn around and bend over the bar," he commanded.
"Mother," Janice whispered. "Mother, don't."
Anne looked at her with glazed eyes, as if she didn't recognize her daughter's voice. She turned and bent over the bar, exposing her wet, red pussy to all the men in the room.
"Nice," Matt said, leaning over and whispering in Janice's ear, "I bet you've got a nice pussy too. I'll be getting there pretty soon."
Janice shivered as she realized that Matt meant just what he said. He was going to fuck her pretty soon. She turned her eyes to Bud Willis and found that he was looking at her mother and Harry with rapt attention.
"Pervert," she said bitterly.
He only grinned at her.
Harry's jeans were still around his knees as he placed his cock against Anne's pussy. He gave a push and his big cock went in to his balls.
Janice didn't see how her mother was taking him. He must be tearing out her insides. She must feel him coming out her mouth.
"Move it a little," Harry commanded. "I don't like to feel a woman pretending she's dead. Move it. Ahhhh, that's right. Keep moving that ass. You're learning."
Harry leaned over on her and slipped his hands underneath to grasp her titties. He started to fuck her in violent, deep strokes that seemed to make Anne's whole body tremble.
"This is it, baby," he groaned. "This is how I like to give it to a woman."
Janice tried to turn her eyes away. Matt took her chin and turned her head back to her mother.
"Watch," Matt leaned over and kissed her ear. "Watch and you'll learn."
"Oh my God!" Anne cried, "Oh God, what are you doing to me?"
His strokes were getting a little faster as he neared his climax. Now Janice couldn't have taken her eyes away if she had wanted to.
She felt her heart pounding with every one of his deep strokes.
"Ahhhhhh, God!" Anne cried. "Ahhhhh, God!"
As Janice watched unbelieving her mother started rubbing herself faster and faster against his rod. Anne was actually starting to enjoy it.
Janice just couldn't believe that. Not after all those years of telling her that sex was a nasty thing and should never be enjoyed by a woman.
He pulled his prick out of her wet pussy and placed it against her back. He spurted a white stream of cum down her back and the crevice of her buttocks.
"Nice!" Harry groaned. "Nice!"
He had nearly soaked her mother in his wet cum. He stood back and picked up her discarded blouse. He wiped himself clean with it.
Anne was groaning and he gave her a slap on the
buttocks.
"Sit down somewhere," he said.
Anne moved over to a chair and sat down. She did not look directly at Janice. Her wet, glistening lips were open and she breathed shallowly. There was a look of numbness on her face.
Harry walked over to Janice. He kicked off his jeans and shorts as he walked and somehow this made him seem even more obscene. He only had his T-shirt on and it stopped at the point where his cock hung limply.
"How did you like it, baby?" he asked Janice.
"You're an animal," Janice said.
"Of course," he laughed.
He drew so close to her that his limp prick was almost inches from her. She tried to look somewhere else, but Matt once more caught her by the chin.
He forced her head back to where she was looking directly at his big prick. It had a drop of white on the large red head. She could see the sac hanging between his legs, still heavy with sperm.
"Touch it," he said.
"No, please," she said. "Not me."
"Touch it, bitch," he said. "Make it hard again." She could feel the pressure against her knee and she knew that she would soon be hurting again.
She shuddered as she reached out and touched his prick.
She gasped in surprise as he started to grow beneath the touch of her fingers. She had never known a man could get hard so soon afterwards but he was.
"Finger my balls," he demanded.
She ran her fingers lightly over his balls but she knew that wasn't what he wanted. She felt pressure on her knee again and she didn't want any more pain.
She caught his balls between her fingers and started gently massaging them.
"You're making me big for your mother again," he said. "You're doing fine."
She almost jerked her hand away but she knew better. She could see her mother still sitting in the chair. Anne had made no attempt to move.
He was big and hard again and he pushed her hand away.
"That's fine," he said.
Harry turned back to her mother and put his hands on his hips.
"On the floor, baby," he said. "This time we're going to do it on the floor."
Janice expected to see her mother start to argue but Anne said nothing. Instead, she only nodded dumbly and got out of her chair. She dropped to the softly carpeted floor on her hands and knees.
"Not like that," he demanded. "Lay on your back and spread your legs."
Anne turned over on her back. She spread her legs wide so that everyone could look into her wet pussy. Anne didn't seem to be shy anymore. Anne was not at all like the mother that Janice had known all her years.
"Put your legs over your head," he said.
Janice had never seen anything so obscene as her mother with her legs raised up over her head. Anne was doing everything this man told her to do.
Harry kneeled down beside her and placed his thumb into her wet pussy. He moved it around until Anne started to moan and move against him.
"You want something?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then tell me, Momma," Harry said. "What do you want from Harry?"
Janice nearly jumped up in surprise as she heard her mother's next words.
"Your prick," Anne said softly.
"You want my prick?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then say it, sugar. Say it loud enough for your daughter to hear exactly what you want."
"Your prick," Anne said loudly.
"That's the way," Harry said.
He positioned himself behind her and let his prick run over her wet lips. She opened her mouth. Harry pressed the head of his cock against her lips and tongue.
"Oh my God," Janice said.
Janice had never done that, although her husband had wanted her to often enough. Janice could not imagine anything so dirty. But her mother wasn't pulling back. She was licking and sucking the head of his prick.
"That's enough of that," Harry said. "That comes later. Now I want to fuck you again."
"Oh yes," Anne said.
Harry positioned himself at her cunt and rubbed his prick up and down her wet slit. She moaned and begged him to put the thing in her.
"Now," Bud Willis said.
Harry plunged into her wet cunt with one deep stroke. He remained still for a moment as Anne moved against him and begged him to give it to her hard.
Janice couldn't believe her ears as she heard her mother mouthing obscene words and begging for cock. She had never believed her mother capable of anyything like this.
He started fucking her once more, this time slowly and gently. She rubbed herself again and Janice saw her hand come around to clutch at his balls.
"Oh fuck me hard," Anne said. "Give your rod to me, hard. Harder. That's it. Ummmm, that's it. I love your prick. Give it to me. Give me every inch."
Janice was in deep shock. She didn't protest as Matt's hand went higher up on her thigh, almost to her pussy. He leaned over and kissed her ear.
"You getting hot, baby?" he said. "I am. In a few minutes I'm going to give you my hot cock."
He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers. She drew it back like she had been burnt. She felt his hand start squeezing her thigh harder as he took her hand again and placed it on his cock.
"Rub, baby," he demanded. "Do me good, sugar, or I'll hurt you."
This time she didn't draw her hand away. She rubbed him as he directed her to and she felt his hot prick growing in his trousers.
"That's it, baby," Harry moaned. "Keep that up. I'm going to blow it into your insides. Just keep it up!"
"Oh Jesus!" Annie cried. "I can feel you coming. We're coming together! OH JESUSSSSSS!"
Janice watched them both collapse together and she knew his hot sperm was draining into her mother's cunt.
"I can't stand this," Matt said. "I've got to have some pussy."
He was pushing her backwards on the couch
when Bud Willis tapped him on the shoulder.
"Not here," he said. "Not yet. Take her upstairs to the bedroom."
"Please, Bud," Janice said. "Don't let him. Don't let him take me."
"Not so proud now, are you?" he asked. "You're learning. But by the time I'm done with you you're going to know everything to make a man happy and you're going to jump at the chance to do everything you can."
A little pride flashed in her eyes.
"No," she said. "You can rape me, but you won't break me. I'll have the last laugh when Mother and I watch you go to jail for what you've done."
"Still spirited," he said. "Well, that's fine. I don't like a woman to break too soon. Take her upstairs, Matt. Have fun. I'm going to stay down here and play with the mother for a while. She looks like fun."
"You pervert," Janice said. "You filthy, fucking animal! You animal."
"Take her upstairs, Matt," Bud said, with a tired sigh. "I'm tired of listening to her."
"Come on, sugar," Matt said. "Me and you are going to have a good time."
"I'm not going anywhere with you," she protested.
He grabbed her arm and squeezed until a little spasm of pain went through her.
"Upstairs, bitch!" he said savagely.
Again there was nothing she could do. She walked out of the room ahead of him. The last thing she saw of her mother was Bud Willis ordering her to take his cock in her mouth.
Chapter Three
"Well, this is nice," Matt said, as they stepped into Janice's bedroom.
Janice turned around to face him.
"Look," she said. "You haven't done anything. I'd tell them that you hadn't done anything. If you'll just let me go. Just help me to get away."
"I can't do that," he said.
"Why not?" she said. "I could make it worth your while."
"Oh," he said. His face got an interested look. "How would you make it worth my while?"
"I could pay you," she said. "I have money. Lots of money. I could give you anything you ask. "
He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Nope," he said finally. "That won't work, sugar. You see, the only thing I want is your body."
"But you could get lots of women if you had money," she protested.
"That's true," he said. "But they wouldn't be you. I kind of like the fire in your eyes and the proud way you hold yourself. I know you'll be good in bed."
"But," she started to say.
"Let's cut out the small talk," he said. "Take off that robe. I want to see what you look like."
"Goddamn you," she said.
"Take the robe off" he said "Take it off or I'll take it off."
He started toward her and she realized that he wouldn't be gentle taking it off. She undid the buttons and quickly slid the robe off her shoulders.
He looked at her body with admiring eyes.
"You are a sweet one," he said. "You make my cock hard just looking at you."
"Please let me go," she begged.
"Just relax, sugar," he said. "You'll learn to like it. I promise you."
He undressed himself. He had a good body. His cock wasn't as large as Harry's cock but it was still big. She shuddered as she thought of Harry's cock and what the two men might be doing to her mother downstairs.
"On the bed," Matt commanded.
She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. She thought it was going to be like the fucking that Bud had given her. Quick and fast.
But Matt had something else in mind. He stretched out beside her and pressed his hot body against her own. His prick was limp but she could feel it growing against her leg.
"You sure are some nice piece," he said.
"Why don't you do it and get it over with?" she asked.
"No, sugar," he said gently. "A thing like this can't be rushed."
He touched his hot lips to her throat and his tongue flicked at her skin. She made herself grow as cold as she could. He might get what he wanted but she sure as hell wasn't going to enjoy it.
"If you're waiting for me, don't," she said. "I don't like sex. Now have your fun and get it over with."
"You don't like sex?" he asked. "Now that couldn't be true. A hot woman like you. I know what it is. You just haven't met the right man yet."
"And you're the right man?" she asked disdainfully.
"I might be," he said. "You just give me a chance."
"The hell with you," she said. "You're a pervert just like your friends downstairs."
"Could be," he admitted.
His hot lips trailed down her white skin until he was at her nipple. He opened his mouth and took one of her pink nipples into his lips.
She found herself shivering and she didn't know why. She wished that he would leave her nipple alone and just stick his cock in. Her husband had been the type who liked to suck at her nipples until she had stopped him.
"Hurry up," she said. "Get it over with."
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You getting warm, sugar? Most women do when I suck on them."
"I'm just disgusted," Janice said.
He laughed and bent his head to her titty once more. He sucked in the nipple and teased it with his tongue. She felt an unfamiliar chill go through her body.
"Stop that," she said.
But he wouldn't stop. His lips were strangely gentle as he sucked her. His tongue teased and caressed her nipple until she felt it growing hard.
He laughed out loud as his lips left her nipple and his tongue trailed down her stomach. She couldn't imagine what he was doing. Surely he couldn't be planning. . . ?
She felt his tongue between her thighs, touching and caressing her sensitive skin. No man had ever done that. She had never even been curious about what it felt like. She wanted him to stop. She tried to close her legs tighter together.
"No," she said. "You can't do that."
"You'll like it, sugar," he said. "Now open your legs and let me get in there."
"No," she said.
"Open up," he said.
His voice was hard and left no room for refusal. She opened her thighs and she felt the first flick of his wet tongue against her pussy lips. "Oh God," she said, in shocked surprise.
His tongue felt good. It actually felt good. Of
course, there was shame and humiliation over what he was doing but there was also a feeling of warmth.
"See there," he said. "I told you that it would
feel good. You just rest easy now and let me take care of you."
She tried to pull him away. She grabbed at his hair and tugged at him but his head wouldn't come away. She once more felt his tongue flick at her pussy.
"Stop," she protested. "Oh please stop."
His tongue slipped up her thigh and entered her pussy. She groaned as his wet tongue went up inside her like a small cock.
"You've got to stop," she said.
But she found herself wishing that he wouldn't stop. She knew she was getting wet under the touch of his tongue, wetter than she had ever gotten.
"Oh what's happening to me?" she questioned out loud. "Oh, you've got to stop."
He didn't stop. His tongue found her clit and started to massage it with fast flicks of his tongue. She jumped at the first touch and then she found herself moving against him.
"Stop," she pleaded. "Stop."
But her voice was weak and she was saying it only out of pride. She also knew that her legs were becoming less tense and were slowly opening wider so that his face could press closer against her red pubic mound.
She couldn't seem to control her body. She felt spasms of pleasure rocking her and she found herself feeling things she had never felt before.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "Oh God!"
She knew she was coming. She had never before experienced an orgasm but she knew it was finally happening to her. She could feel her cunt filling with juice and she could hear him swallowing.
"OH NO!" she cried, as her floodgates opened up and her first climax washed over in waves of pleasure. "OH NO!"
He kept licking at her until her body quit trembling. She knew he had swallowed her wet juices and she found that disgusting. How could any man do that? But sire was secretly glad he had because he'd left her with a wet, warm feeling. A feeling of being completely relaxed.
"Now you want my cock?" he questioned. Immediately she grew cold again. She gave him a look of disgust.
"Of course I don't," she said. "But you're going to give it to me anyway."
"Damn," he said. "I thought that would relax you a little but you're a hard woman. Well. . ."
He climbed on top of her and his hands pressed apart her thighs. She felt his hard cock rubbing at the entrance to her wet pussy.
"Have you really been fucked?" he asked.
"Of course," she said in astonishment.
"No you haven't," he said. "I can see that in your eyes. You've never really had it from a man. Well now I'm going to give it to you."
He rested on his elbows as he pressed his big cock into her cunt. He went into her easily because she was already wet from her orgasm.
"You do it easy," he said. "Matt will show you how to do it easy."
"Just get it over with," she said bitterly.
She saw the look that came to his eyes. He was actually hurt by her words. Well, what did he think he was, Janice asked herself, God's gift to women. He was a man with a cock and she had never liked sex.
Of course, he had made her feel nice and she would never forget that. She wouldn't forget it but she would never allow it to happen again. Not ever.
"Fuck me back, baby," he urged. "Move against me, sugar. Make it feel nice."
"I'm not one of your whores," she snapped.
This time she made him mad. She saw the quick, angry look that flashed in his eyes.
"All right, goddamn you," he said. "You want it rough. You're going to get it rough."
There was no more gentleness about him as he slammed his meaty prick into her cunt. He hurt her, but she didn't care. She knew she had won this battle.
"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh Jesussss!"
She felt his hot prick explode into her with his load of sperm. She thought he would never stop coming. She felt his hot stickiness against her thighs.
He climbed off her and his face was angry. He used her robe to wipe himself off.
"How was it?" she asked.
She knew she should have said nothing. His hard hand came sweeping backwards and caught her on the chin. She went black for a second. She found herself on the other side of the bed when her head started to clear.
"You filthy bitch," he said. "I'll teach you to
laugh at me."
"But I wasn't laughing," she lied.
It was a lie and he knew it was a lie. He came around the bed with his hand knotted into a fist. She tried to back away from him but she felt herself pressed against the wall.
She was suddenly very afraid. She had played a game with him and now she saw that he wasn't the sort of man who could be teased. She had been fooled by his gentle way of loving her.
"Bitch," he said.
He hit her in the stomach and the breath went out of her with a whoosh. His other hand slapped her face. Again in the stomach.
"Please," she said.
His fist smashed against her face. She thought she had lost her teeth. She could taste blood. Her head got a little dizzy.
"Bitch!" he yelled again.
She was afraid he would kill her, but finally he quit hitting her. He was breathing hard as he stepped back from her.
"Bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you to laugh at me. I'm going to show you!"
"Please," she said. "Don't hit me anymore."
He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her down to her knees. She found her face against his prick. She knew what he wanted. She felt a feeling of revulsion go through her.
"No," she said. "I can't do that."
"You'll do it," he said.
He grabbed another handful of her hair and he bent her head back. He pressed his prick against her lips and started rubbing the wet cockhead against her.
"Open your lips," he said.
She said nothing. She was determined not to open her lips. She would not take that horrible thing into her mouth. She would rather die first.
But Matt had another trick. He kept one hand in her hair, but the other came down to close off her nostrils. She could not breathe.
She stood it as long as she could and then she had to open her mouth for air. He pushed, his rubbery-tasting prick into her mouth as soon as she did.
He took his hand away from her nostrils, allowing her to breathe.
"Now you bite me, bitch," he said savagely. "And I'll break your goddamned pretty white neck. I can do it easily. My hands are strong."
She knew he meant what he said. One hard nibble and he would break her neck. He pushed his limp prick deeper into her mouth and she almost gagged.
"Open wider, goddamn it," he said. "Open wider or I'll hurt you."
There was nothing she could do. She opened her mouth wider and allowed the repulsive length of his rubbery cock to go into her mouth.
She hated the taste of him but mostly she hated the pain and humiliation of having to suck his cock. She was too proud a woman to like it. She had always been able to control men and she didn't like the feeling of having one control her.
She felt his prick swelling in her mouth. She wasn't really sucking his cock anymore. It was like he was fucking her mouth, driving into her throat with hard, rapid strokes.
"You bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. I'll teach you to laugh. I'll fill your fucking mouth with my cum and you won't be able to laugh."
She knew he intended to come in her mouth. She tried to twist her head away but there was no place for her to go. Both his hands tangled in her hair and forced her wet mouth down on his rod.
"Take my cum, bitch," he said. "Take every drop."
Again she tried to twist her head away but he held her tightly. She started to gag as the first gob of hot semen entered her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!" Matt cried. "Ahhhhhh, here I come! Here I comeeeeeee!"
She couldn't swallow all of his cum. White streams dripped from the corners of her mouth and dripped to her full titties. He pulled her face hard against his slippery rod as gob after gob of thick cum erupted down her throat.
"Swallow it!" he demanded. "Swallow it!"
She took the first taste of salty jism down her throat and she was disgusted at the taste. But he kept his meaty cock pressed into her throat and she had to swallow more of it so that she was able to breathe.
Finally he released her. He took a handful of her hair and wiped himself off. She tasted his semen at the comers of her mouth.
"That's the way I like to see a woman," he said. "On her knees, covered with cum. That's the way a woman should look. I told you I'd teach you not to laugh at me."
He gave her a light slap on the face and he pinched her nipple. Despite herself, she felt something warm go through her. He had treated her badly, abused her in a way that she had never dreamed anyone could, but somehow he still awakened feelings within her.
She didn't show it on her face. She gave him a look of disgust.
"You are a cold bitch," he said. He grabbed her hair and tugged her to her feet. "Let's go back downstairs," he said. "Don't you want to see how your mother is getting along?"
He laughed loudly and pushed her ahead of him.
Chapter Four
Janice was shocked when she got downstairs. Her mother was dressed in the red panties she had worn that morning and nothing else. She was serving Bud Willis and Harry drinks. As Janice watched, Bud Willis reached out and fondled her mother's asscheeks.
"You're a nice piece," he said. "How about giving me another suck?"
Matt pushed Janice down into a chair.
"Keep watching," he said. "Your mother learns faster than you did."
Janice couldn't help but watch as her mother dropped down to her knees and took Bud Willis's limp prick into her moist red mouth. She sucked him in deep until her tongue was flicking out and touching his balls.
Janice could see Bud's cock growing stiff in her mother's mouth. Anne's lips came off and she began to frantically lick the large red cock-head.
"That's it," Bud said. "Lick me up and down, baby. Pretend I'm your all-day sucker."
Janice sat stunned! It was so hard to believe that this woman who was smacking her lips loudly was actually her mother. Her mother, who had always taught her that sex was something done under covers and never enjoyed.
It certainly looked as if Anne were enjoying what she was doing. Bud's hands didn't force her head to move up and down on his rod, he only guided her. It looked as if Anne was very willing to go anywhere his hands directed.
Again Bud pushed Anne's head away from his cock. Janice could see a little drop of white on the end of the cock-head.' Janice shuddered as her mother's tongue licked the pearly drop away.
"You like to drink cum, don't you?" Bud asked. Anne nodded her head.
"Keep licking me," he said. "Lick me all up and down and suck my balls. Let your daughter see what a fine little cock sucker you're turning out to be."
Anne's tongue licked at the small hole in Bud's cock and then her tongue went down the underside. She licked and nibbled at the folds of skin on Bud's cock like it was a sucker and it was sweet-tasting.
How could she? Janice kept asking herself. How could her mother seem to be enjoying herself so much after all the lectures Anne had given Janice? This was a mother that Janice had never known before.
"Ahbhhhh, baby," Bud said. "You're doing fine. Just keep that up and I'll give you a present."
Anne's tongue flicked at Bud's heavy balls. Anne opened her red mouth and took one of his balls very gently between her lips.
Janice could see the movements of her mother's lips as Anne tugged on the balls and used her tongue to flick at the heavy sac teasingly.
"The other," Bud said. "Do my other ball."
Anne left that ball to move to the other as she had been commanded. This time she sucked the ball completely into her wet, willing mouth. Janice watched her mother's jaws swell up as she sucked on the ball.
"That's sweet," Bud said. "Now let it go and lick me some more."
Immediately Anne released his ball and started running her large wet tongue up and down his hot prick. Another pearly drop appeared on the end of his cock and Anne licked it away quickly.
"Hot damn," Matt said. "Now your mother knows how to suck a cock. You could take some lessons, little daughter."
Matt reached over and pinched Janice on her pink nipple.
"Are you watching, baby?" Matt asked.
"I'm watching," Janice said.
Janice knew she could do nothing else. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the cock her mother was sucking. She remembered how it had felt to suck Matt's cock. There had been no feeling of pleasure, only of humiliation. So why was her mother seeming to enjoy sucking Bud so much?
Anne was still running her wet tongue rapidly up and down the top and bottom of his cock. His prick was wet with her saliva and more and more drops of white were appearing for. Anne to lick away.
Janice watched Harry get up and move closer to Anne. He took one of her hands and placed it on his gigantic cock. At his urging she began to move her fingers up and down.
"That's it," Harry said. "In a minute you'll get me hard. Just a minute."
Anne's lithe fingers wrapped around his cock and massaged him to hardness. A little drop of pearly white appeared on the end of his cock and Anne turned her head to lick it away.
She started using her tongue and mouth on Harry's cock in the same way she'd been working with Bud's. She wrapped her hand around Bud's cock and massaged him.
Janice felt a shiver of excitement go through her. She tried to fight it but there was something very exciting about watching her mother suck a man off. The way Anne's ruby-red lips closed over the meaty shaft would cause the coldest person to get warmer.
"Oh shit," Harry said. "Suck it up good, sugar. Sugar, suck it good."
She sucked it good until Bud reached for her head and pulled her lips back to his stiff cock. She went down on his cock all the way to his balls and again she used her fingers to wrap around Harry's cock.
Harry's fingers slipped underneath her throat and began to finger the motions of her, mouth. He dropped his hand lower until it was resting on the rise of her full titty.
"You feel good, baby," Harry said. "You got a nice, round titty. I like to feel flesh on a woman."
His fingers teased at Anne's nipples and the pink nipple grew hard and sensitive. He moved his hand to her other titty and gave that nipple the same treatment.
There could be no doubt in Janice's mind that her mother was enjoying this. Anne had started moaning, deep in her throat, as her nipples were massaged. She was moving herself against Bud's knee so that her titties were being massaged even more.
"Jesus," Matt said. "She's a hot little piece." Matt's hand was resting on Janice's thigh and now she felt the fingers crawling up toward her pussy. Janice was getting wet watching her mother. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. Suddenly she didn't care that her mother had taught her to be a lady about sex.
All Janice knew was that she was hot and that Matt's fingers were only inches away from her willing pussy. She wanted him to get his fingers in her but she couldn't ask. She couldn't.
She had almost changed her mind and was turning to Matt when he suddenly jumped up.
"I can't stand this anymore," he said.
He walked to Anne and reached for her other hand. Janice saw that Matt was already hard and Anne's fingers seemed to fit his thrusting prick well. He got her started in the up-and-down movement he wanted her hand to make.
"That's the way," he said. "Jesus, that's the way!"
Janice breathed a sigh of relief. She was once more gaining control of herself. For a moment she had been just as hot as her mother and she was glad that Matt had jumped up and saved her from debasing herself.
"Taste mine, sugar," Matt said. "Taste mine."
Anne readjusted her position so that now her tongue was licking the tip of Matt's cock. Her red tongue flicked at the tiny hole in the end and then her red lips enveloped the entire cockhead.
"Ahhhhhh Jesus!". Matt cried. "What a hot mouth! What a hot sweet, sucking mouth!"
Janice had now seen her mother go down on three men as lovingly as if she were sucking candy. Anne was not protesting as the three pairs of hands explored her body. She was not whining about the uncomfortable position she was in, having to jerk off two men while sucking another.
Instead Anne looked as if she was in heaven. Her face had a look of bloated pleasure and her lips sucked on the cock greedily, as if she were hungry for the hot, white stream he could give her.
"Jesus!" Matt said.
Harry took her hand away from his cock and he placed the gigantic thing in her hair. He lovingly wrapped some of Anne's short hair around his monstrous weapon and started to rub it back and forth over his cock.
Janice could have gotten away. She realized that none of them were watching her. They were all intent on the pleasure that Anne was giving them.
Somehow Janice couldn't move. It seemed as if her legs were rooted to the chair. She could feel her cunt growing hot again. Watching Harry jerk off into her mother's hair had to be the most exciting thing Janice had ever witnessed.
She found herself spreading her legs -and her fingers touching the warmth of her thighs. She told herself that she couldn't do anything for herself.
That would be too degrading. Besides, one of them might look up and notice.
But she could not deny the heat in herself. Her fingers came closer to her wet, hot pussy. She closed her eyes, but that didn't help. She could still picture her mother sucking the cock and she could not block out the sounds of her mother's lips smacking against the hot flesh. She opened her eyes. "Oh God," she said softly. Her fingers were now tangled in her pussy hair and coming closer to her hot cunt. She couldn't help herself. She spread her legs wider and one finger was touching her hot flesh.
What's happening to me? she asked herself. Am I starting to become a nympho or something? What is the matter with me?
She slipped two of her fingers into her hot cunt. She rubbed them against her clit and felt electric tingles shoot allover her body.
"Oh God," she said softly, a second time. Anne was being pulled away from Matt's cock.
Anne stood up and Harry dropped to his knees behind her. He peeled her red panties down over her long legs.
"Sweet thing," he said softly. "You are a sweet little thing."
The other two watched as Harry pressed his face against Anne's asscheeks. His tongue slipped into the crack and Anne shivered with excitement.
"You ever been fucked in the ass?" Harry asked.
"No," Anne said.
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Harry said.
Harry made Anne get to her hands and knees. Janice watched as he positioned himself behind her with his huge cock poking against her bottom.
Harry took his pole and placed the cock-head directly against the tiny hole of her anus. Janice shivered. She watched wide-eyed as he started pressing himself against her.
Janice could almost feel that huge thing pressing against her ass. Surely her mother wouldn't stand still for that. That was the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate degradation.
But Anne was not protesting as Harry pushed his cock-head into her tight ass. Instead Anne was moaning and moving her ass closer to him.
"God!" Harry moaned. "She's so tight! She's so fucking tight!"
He reached around and grasped her stomach. His long arms pulled her backwards hard so that half his huge cock disappeared into her tight ass.
"Ahhhhhh," Anne cried.
Janice couldn't tell if the cry was pain or pleasure, but Anne's eyes had that same glazed over look and she was still rubbing herself against him.
"Here I come!" Harry cried. "Watch me put this whole thing up her ass."
He pushed and Janice watched the rest of his shaft slide easily into her mother. Anne gave a little grunt as his balls slapped against her.
"Tight!" Harry yelled. "Fucking tight! I love a fleshy woman's ass!"
"Do her good!" Bud yelled. "Do her real fucking good!"
Harry drew his cock half out of her and then slammed himself against Anne so hard that Janice thought he must have torn her stomach out.
"Jesus God!" Anne cried.
Her body was trembling as he pulled back and slammed his meaty staff into her ass once more. That one seemed to hurt her and she squirmed as if she were trying to escape.
"Don't try it," Harry warned. "Just relax and think of yourself as a hot little cunt. Just keep calling yourself a hot cunt. Say the words!"
"I'm a hot cunt," Anne said.
"Keep saying it," Harry said. "Keep saying it and you'll get excited again and you won't tense up. You'll hurt if you tense up."
"I'm a hot cunt," Anne said. "I'm a hot cunt. I'm a hot cunt. I'm a hot cunt."
Anne kept repeating the words softly until she started to move against him again. This time he brought his thick rod out and slammed it to her more gently. Anne responded by pushing herself back at him.
"That's it," Harry said. "Just keep thinking of yourself as a cunt."
Janice saw his hands slip down into her mother's pussy. Janice knew he was rubbing her mother's cunt so that the juices would start to flow again.
Janice started wondering how his cock would feel slamming into her. Would he be exciting? Would he bring the animal out in Janice as fast as he had brought the cunt out in her mother? Could he make Janice forget all her inhibitions and get her writhing on the floor begging for cock?
Janice told herself she was too much of a lady for that to ever happen, but she could not help the shiver of excitement and fear that went through her. She didn't wish to have Harry get his hands on her.
Just watching Harry work was getting her hot. What would happen if he actually fucked her with that gigantic prick of his?
"Ahhhh shit," Harry said. "This is goddamned good!"
"I got to have some," Matt said.
Harry withdrew his large prick from Anne's ass and allowed Anne to crawl on top of Harry. He lay on his back on the softly carpeted floor and allowed Anne to guide his prick up into her hot cunt.
"Ahhhhh Jesus!" Harry moaned.
Anne began to bounce up and down on his cock.
A look of pleasure come over Matt's face. He reached up and started playing with Anne's nipples.
"Jesus," Matt said. "Oh Jesus, that's good stuff."
Janice saw Harry position himself once more at her mother's ass. He caught the rhythm and with one stroke drove his big cock back into her ass again.
Anne grunted as the two cocks went into her at the same time. Janice had heard about a woman taking two cocks, "but she had never seen anything like what was happening. She had only half believed that a woman would allow herself to be used that way.
Then Bud Willis walked around to her mother's head and Janice shivered as she saw him place his cock at her mother's mouth. This couldn't be happening. Anne couldn't take on three cocks at once!
But Anne opened her mouth and allowed him to pop his thick cock and she sucked him down all the way to his balls. A deep groan came from his throat.
"Jesus, Anne," he moaned. "You are a sweet thing. A sweet, fucking machine."
Janice realized that she would never have a better chance of getting away. But her fingers were deep in her cunt and she was getting close to her climax. Nothing could have ripped her out of the chair.
Now three cocks were slamming violently into her mother and her mother did indeed look like some kind of obscene, fucking machine.
Janice felt a hot flash from her pussy and her fingers rubbed herself more rapidly. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as her pleasure began to grow.
"Oh Jesus," she said softly. "Oh Jesus, it feels too good! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! Oh Jesus! Oh Jesusssss!"
Her fingers brought her to the edge of excitement. She opened her eyes and looked again at her mother and the three men and then she couldn't control the good feeling.
"Nice," Matt yelled. "This is nice. I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Oh fuckkkkk!"
Janice saw his push his hips upwards and she knew he was giving her his hot load of cum. She saw her mother's face get a look of pleasure and she knew that the cocks were making her mother come.
At the same time Harry was shuddering and Janice knew that his big cock was also filling her mother's ass with his cum. They kept slamming their cocks into her until they were drained dry.
Suddenly Janice felt very ashamed of herself and of her mother. Her mother had behaved like an animal, but Janice had not behaved any better.
She quickly took her wet fingers out of her cunt and sat up in the chair. Now was the time to escape. But it was too late for that because Bud Willis was already looking in her direction.
He smiled grimly at her.
"You've been getting off easy, Janice," he said.
"It's time for you to learn some tricks."
"Haven't you done enough?" Janice asked.
"Maybe," he said. "But it's your turn with Harry."
Janice looked at the big man, who was wiping his cock clean by rubbing it on her mother's titties. He had a wicked look in his eyes.
She could see a thick drop of cum on the tip of his big cock. She shuddered. She didn't want that thing in her. But that wasn't her only fear.
What she really feared was having him turn her into the kind of animal that he had turned her mother into. He had fucked her into being hot every minute. Janice didn't want that to happen to her.
"Take her upstairs," Bud said. "Take her upstairs and teach her some tricks. I want her to be obedient when you bring her back."
"She will, Bud," Harry promised. "They all get obedient after I finish with them."
Janice felt overcome with fear. He walked toward her with that same wicked glint in his eyes. He took her arm and lifted her out of the chair.
"Let's go upstairs," he said.
"No," she said, in a pleading tone. "Please don't. I'll be good."
"Fuck you," Harry said. "Just get your ass upstairs. You'll be good all right. You're going to be very good."
Janice turned to Bud with a pleading look in her eyes. She hated Bud but she was willing to stay with him if only he didn't send her upstairs with Harry.
"Please, Bud," she begged. "Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone what happened today. Not a soul. Just don't send me upstairs with this animal."
"Animal?" Harry laughed. "I guess you're right. I am sort of an animal."
He patted her lightly on the ass. "Now go on to your bedroom," he said.
There was no mercy in Bud's eyes. She turned and started toward the hall. Her knees felt weak. She could feel Harry's hot breath on the back of her neck.
"Ah now," Harry said, giving her another light caress on the ass. "Don't take it so bad. We're going to have fun. Yes sir, we're going to have a real good time."
Janice felt cold at his words.
Chapter Five
"You sure are a sweet-looking thing," Harry said.
Janice felt his strong arms go around her waist as soon as she entered her bedroom. His big hands cupped her titties and massaged them gently.
"A real sweet piece," he said. "Are you going to show Harry a real good time?"
"Please," Janice begged him. "Don't hurt me."
"Hurt you?" Harry laughed. "Girl, I don't intend to hurt you. I like you too much."
He gave her a push toward the bed and she landed face down. She tried to turn over as she felt his heavy weight getting into bed with her. He placed one big hand at the nape of her neck and held her.
"Now let's get one thing straight," he said. "I'm here to teach you and you're here to learn. From now on I'm your master. You do what I say and you do it quickly, or you'll have to suffer. And you stay where I put you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Janice said weakly.
Janice couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to. She had never felt strength like Harry had. He was hardly straining at all and his hand held her still.
"Now don't move," Harry said.
He released her neck. For a moment she considered fighting him but she gave that idea up as useless. She was not strong enough to fight a man like Harry.
Harry kissed her neck. He got on top of her with his limp cock hanging between her legs. He let his wet tongue slither down to the small of her back.
Then even lower until he was kissing her buttocks. His tongue parted her buttocks and licked at her anus. She shivered. His tongue was far more gentle than she had expected.
"All right," Harry said. "On your hands and knees. This time we do it doggie fashion."
She looked over her shoulder and she saw that Harry was already beginning to grow hard. His cock was not yet completely hard but it was already bigger than her husband's.
She remembered how Anne had squirmed and wiggled, trying to free herself of his gigantic cock. She felt icy fingers touch at her spine.
"Please," she asked him. "Let me go. Let me go and I'll never say anything. Please."
His heavy hand jerked at her hair and pulled her neck back. Pain shot through her. He kept pulling at her head until there were tears in her eyes.
"You do as I say," he said. "And you do it quickly. You'd better understand that."
He released her. This time she quickly got up on her hands and knees.
"I like that," he said softly. His hand caressed her neck and her long red hair. "I like the way your long hair swings down like that. I like the way your pussy seems to call to my cock. You are a sweet piece."
She shivered as she felt the head of his huge cock pressed against her pussy lips. His hands went around her body, underneath to caress her hanging titties.
"You really do have a pair of them," he said. "And your ass is so soft. I'll fuck that before I'm through."
"Oh God," she said.
He laughed and pushed his cock halfway into her pussy. She gave a gasp of astonishment as he rotated his prick so that the thick rod was rubbing against the top and bottom of her cunt.
"You'll like it," he said. "By the time I'm finished you'll be begging for more. Just like your Momma. "
He pushed against her and she felt his rod slide all the way into her cunt. He filled her up as her husband had never done. He was so big!
She squirmed against him and felt the warmth allover her body.
"Oh Jesus," she said softy.
He started fucking her in a slow, steady rhythm. His cock hurt her and made her feel good all at the same time. His rhythm became faster as he became more excited.
"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned. "Your husband hasn't been using this box enough. Jesus, you're a tight piece of ass!"
"Ummmmmmm!" she groaned. "Ummmmmmm!" Fires were racing through her body in a way she'd never known before. She found herself moaning and squirming against him in just the way that her mother had acted a few minutes before.
"I want to come," she moaned. "I want your fat, hot cock to make me come!"
She was reaching the heights of excitement. Now he hardly needed to move, for she was doing all the work, slapping her ass against his prick in increasing excitement.
She was nearly ready when he drew his prick out.
"No," she moaned. "Give it back. Please give it back."
She knew she was degrading herself by begging for it, but she didn't care about that. All she cared about was getting that fat prick back into her hungry cunt again.
But he gave no sign of wanting to fuck her again. He had pulled his big cock out and he'd left the bed. He was leaving her.
"Why'?" she asked him. "Oh God, why'? Don't leave me like this."
"I need a drink," he said.
She couldn't believe it. She watched him leave. She was so damned hot. She put two fingers into her cunt but her fingers only caused her to be more frustrated.
She, couldn't understand why he had left her. He had wanted to fuck her. He had gotten what he wanted. Why was he treating her this way'?
He seemed like he was gone a long time. He came back with a drink in his hand and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He had put his shorts back on. She could see a huge bulge through the fabric.
She reached to touch him and he pushed her hand away.
"But I'm so hot," she protested. "Please do something for me."
"Now you know how a man feels," he said.
"What'?" she asked.
"A man gets hot too. A man gets hot for your body and his prick is hard for you and you only laugh. Like your husband and like Bud."
"Don't lecture me," she begged him. "Just please fuck me."
She realized again that she was degrading herself. She was behaving like a common woman with this man. She was practically foaming at the mouth to
get into his shorts.
"Maybe I will," he said. He leaned back on the bed and sipped at his drink. He looked at her with teasing eyes.
"Of course," he said. "I'd want you to be nice to me."
"Anything," she whispered.
.
She knew she had gone the final step. She was so hot she had allowed this man to master her. She would do what he wanted, anything he wanted, to get that big cock back into her cunt once again.
"Now that's how I like a woman," he said. "Knowing her place. Do you know what I want now?"
"No," she said.
"I want you to suck my prick. Suck it good, baby, and I'll give you a reward."
She remembered how disgusted she had felt at being forced to suck Matt's cock. She hadn't liked the taste and she had gagged on his thick white cum.
But he had forced her to suck on him and Harry wasn't forcing her to do anything. He was simply lying there smiling, now and then sipping on his drink.
"Suck me," he said again.
She couldn't refuse him. She put her fingers underneath his shorts and tugged them down his legs. She touched her lips to the reddened tip of his cock-head.
"Ummmmm; baby," he said.
She slipped the cock-head between her lips. She found that she could actually like the taste of cock if she tried. She touched her tongue to the end of his cock and tasted salty jism from his tiny hole.
She rolled his jism in her mouth, underneath her tongue, so that she could really taste his strong, male taste. Then she swallowed that tiny drop and sucked on his cock-head for more.
She had never felt so completely at a man's service. She knew she was degrading herself. What would her husband think if he walked in now to find her ruby-red lips locked around this gigantic cock?
Her husband would probably divorce her and everything she had ever wanted would be gone forever. But she found herself confused by the excitement that heated her pussy.
"Take me all the way in your mouth, baby," he said.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and she drew his stiff cock all the way into her throat. His heavy balls rested on her chin.
"Ummmm, baby," he said. "That's the way, sugar! Now you're learning about sucking cocks!"
He had such a huge cock that it surprised her that she could take all of his inches into her mouth. But she found herself moving as his soft voice directed her, doing anything with her tongue and lips that would bring him more pleasure. He pulled her head back. She looked at him questioningly.
"You like my cock?" he questioned.
"Oh yes," she said.
"You want to drink my cum? Do you want to swallow it down?"
She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and again sucked up his stiff rod into her mouth. She answered his question with up-and-down movements of her head.
"You're such a sweet bitch," he said, stroking her red hair. "Such a sweet little cocksucker. I love your tongue. I love it!"
She could tell by his voice that he was getting near his climax. She remembered Matt's semen going down her throat but she found that she didn't want to pull her mouth away from Harry's cock. Instead she went down as far as she could on him.
His hot load exploded into her hungry mouth. She sucked the great gobs of white down her throat, savoring the thick male taste of him.
"Ummmm, God!" Harry moaned. "Umm, God!"
She couldn't contain all of his semen. Some of it streaked the corners of her mouth and her chin. She kept sucking at him until he quit pushing his cock into her lips.
"Good, baby," he said, patting her on the head. "Very good."
She was strangely pleased at his compliment. A month ago she would have laughed at anyone who would have dared suggest that she would have enjoyed tasting a man's sperm.
That she would actually beam with delight at a man's words would have been impossible to believe. Yet, she was glad at his compliment and waited expectantly to hear what else she could do for him.
"Lick me clean," he said.
She obediently bent her head and licked the salty sperm from his cock. She kept licking and sucking at him until he decided he was clean enough.
"All right," he said. "Now I'll fuck you."
She felt a surge of excitement go through her as he pushed her onto her back and lowered himself on top of her. His prick was still limp but she could feel it pushing against her cunt.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes."
She was really hot. She was already grinding her pussy against him, wanting to feel his delicious length slamming into her.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me."
His prick began to grow until the cock-head was pressing hard against her cunt. She opened her legs even wider and her hands tugged at his hips.
"Put it in me," she begged him.
He plunged forward and buried his tremendous shaft between her legs. He had a delicious fullness that caused shivers of excitement in her body.
"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Ummm, that's nice! Ummmm, that's really nice!"
He started fucking her in a low, delicious movement that sent his long shaft deep into her pussy. He would hesitate for a moment and then withdraw his cock.
She realized that he not only had a big cock but he really knew how to use it. His hot rod rubbed her pussy walls and the friction was slowly increasing her excitement.
"Oh God!" she cried. "You're good! You're so fucking good!"
His big hands cupped her titties and his fingers massaged her already sensitive nipples. It was almost too much for her to bear. She started moving her ass frantically, loving the feeling of pure lust that controlled her.
There was no love in this coupling. There was no gentleness or sweet words. He had awakened the animal in her, a vulgar, moaning animal.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, I can feel your hot cum! I can feel it pouring into me! Oh Jesusssssssss!"
The fury of her climax left her weak and trembling. He remained on top of her for a few minutes longer and then he slipped his cock out of her wet cunt.
He stretched out beside her. His fingers caressed her long hair.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I loved it!"
"You're a good fuck when you want to be," he said. "Good and tight."
"Am I really?" she asked.
She knew that she was vulgarly fishing for compliments but she couldn't help herself. There was something about Harry that made her want to please him. She was both afraid of him and loving him at the same time.
"Yes," he said. "You are. A tight little piece who knows how to shake her ass. I bet your ass is tighter than I can stand."
"My ass?" she questioned. She remembered again that he had promised her that he was going to fuck her ass. She remembered the way her mother had squirmed and wiggled as that big prick went into her tight ass. Janice thought that she couldn't stand anything like that.
"Please," she said. "You wouldn't want to do that to me, would you? Haven't I been nice enough to you?"
"You've been nice," he agreed. "But I can't help loving that ass. Besides, you'll like it."
She felt the fear clutch at her. She moved away from him. She had liked his face a few minutes before. Now he looked scary.
"No," she said. "I couldn't stand that."
"But you will stand it," he smiled at her.
"You'll stand anything I want you to do."
"No," she said.
She could hear her own whining voice and it didn't sound strong enough. He reached for her and she scrambled from the bed.
"I won't let you touch me anymore," she said. "This has gone far enough."
He didn't move. He touched his cock. She could see that he was already becoming half erect at the thought of fucking her in the ass.
"You haven't learned your lesson," he said.
She looked at the door. She could run again. She might make it downstairs before someone caught her. She might even make it out the door. She looked back at Harry. He was smiling at her. Suddenly she knew she couldn't run. Not from Harry. She felt as if she belonged to Harry, a willing slave to his whims.
"Come back here," he said. He knew he had won. She shook her head but she was already getting back on the bed with him.
He took her arm and pulled her close. He patted her on the cheek lightly. "Move closer," he said.
She pressed her titties against his side and felt that familiar warmth go through her. His hand dropped to one of her nipples and he massaged it softly. She could feel her tit ties becoming sensitive.
"Now you didn't really want to run from me, did you?" Harry asked.
"No," she admitted.
"You like Harry's cock, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"And you want me to fuck your ass, don't you?" Harry asked.
She closed her eyes. She could already feel the pain of that thick shaft going into her ass. She was afraid, but she knew she couldn't ever refuse Harry anything.
"Yes," she said.
He took her hand and placed it on his growing cock. He showed her what he wanted and she took over. She ran her hand up and down his cock until he became erect fully. A little drop of glistening white appeared on the end of his cock.
"You know I've fucked more today then I ever have," Harry said. "There's something about redheaded women that turns me on."
"How do you want me?" Janice asked.
"On your hands and knees," Harry said.
She got up again on her hands and knees. He told her to use her hands to spread her asscheeks apart. She found herself resting on her head with her fingers tugging her asscheeks apart.
"That looks good," Harry said. "You're like a pagan princess offering yourself to your master."
She jumped as his huge cock-head touched her tiny anus. He reached around and grasped her tittles and once again massaged the nipples until she found them getting sensitive. Then he reached underneath her and massaged her clit until she felt her juices start to flow.
"It's easier if you're excited," he said.
"Oh," she moaned, as he pressed his cock-head harder against her.
She was too dry for him to gain easy entrance. He used his finger on her ass until he had her a little wetter and then he pressed against her ass once again.
"Just breathe deep and relax," he told her. He started shoving hard and his cock-head stretched the entrance to her ass. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he was too strong.
She knew he wouldn't stop. She had heard her mother begging him to stop and he had not. He continued to press his cock into her. His cock-head pressed into her, past the entrance of her anus and deeper into her. Once he forced his way into her it got easier. He pressed harder and his big prick went deeper and deeper into her tight ass. Finally he gave a final shove and she felt his balls resting against her and she knew he was all the way in.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You're so big! You're killing me! You feel like you're coming out my mouth."
"Just relax, sugar," he told her. "In a minute or two you'll start enjoying it."
He started rubbing his fingers against her clit again. The excitement start growing in her. She forgot about the pain of the big instrument up her ass. She actually started rubbing herself against him.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned.
"See what I told you," he said. "I told you that you'd start to like it."
He was fucking her excitedly with rapid strokes that felt as if his cock was driving into her stomach. She did begin to love it. She started rubbing herself against him as her hot juices began to flow.
"Oh," she said, each time his cock slammed into her. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!"
"I'm going to come," Harry said. "I'm going to flood your ass with my cum! I'm going to give you all of it."
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give it to me! Give it all to me!"
She felt his cock-head growing in her ass and she knew that he was about to come. She braced herself as the excitement made him drive his cock int6 her tight ass even faster.
"Jesus!" he cried. "Oh Jesus! Such a sweet, tight ass! I knew you were good! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! I'm coming into your sweet ass! Oh Jesusss!"
He gave her another hard push and then his hot seed erupted into her ass. She kept moving against him until his cock was drained. She loved it! How she loved it!
Finally he was done and his now limp cock escaped her ass. She hadn't come herself but she didn't care. She had gotten her excitement from being able to pleasure Harry. She was finding out that there was a part to being a woman that she had never understood before. A really exciting part!
Chapter Six
She opened her eyes and stretched like a contented kitten. The sunlight was shining through her bedroom window. Harry was still asleep. He was snoring softly. His hairy arm lay across her titties.
It had been a long night. Every time she was about to go to sleep Harry was back at her again. He had used her all the ways a man could use a woman and in every position. He had taught her a few things.
"Harry," she said, touching him. "Harry, darling."
He opened his eyes and a smile came across his face.
"You want some this morning?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. She was surprised at her answer. He had turned her into some kind of whore. Already she could feel a wet hunger between her legs, wet for his cock.
"Then get on top," he said. "I'm too tired to move."
Quickly she got astride him and used her hand to guide his already hard cock into her pussy.
"Ummmmmm, Harry," she moaned. "Nobody's got a cock like you. Nobody."
She was hotter than hell. She could feel her juices flowing as she bounced up and down gently on his cock. Harry put his hands behind his head. She would have rather had his hands on her titties but she didn't ask him.
She wanted Harry to be comfortable. She wanted him to have anything he wanted.
"Oh Harry," she moaned. "Harry, I'm so hot. Your cock feels so good inside of me."
"That's the way it should feel, baby," he said. "That's what you were made for. A hot cock up your twat. That's what you were fashioned for."
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes."
She was bouncing up and down more rapidly on his cock as she felt her fires begin to grow. She could think of nothing else but the good feelings that his hard cock was giving her.
"Jesus," she said. "I'm going to come, Harry. Oh you're making .me come. OH HARRY, DARLINGGGGGG!"
She felt him explode into her at the same time that she came. Her wet juices mingled with his own. She kept bouncing up and down until she was sure that he was satisfied.
She finally climbed off him. He gave her a nod of approval.
"You're getting better, sugar," he said. "Now take a nice long shower and put on some nice perfume. And wear something downstairs that's short and revealing. I like to see women in revealing clothes."
"Yes, Harry," she said.
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* She asked herself what she was doing as she stepped out of the hot shower. The hot water had cleared her brain a little. Here were three men who had broken into her house and raped both her and her mother. She had been abused, degraded, and humiliated by the three of them.
She should be mad as hell. She should fight and scratch and do anything she could to harm them.
Instead she found herself dabbing on perfume and dressing in a short miniskirt and a revealing blouse. She wore no bra and the sheer fabric of the blouse did not hide the pink outlines of her nipples.
She was doing exactly as Harry told her to do, all the time knowing that she would turn the men on if she went downstairs like this. She would certainly get fucked some more. She found herself almost looking forward to it and it shocked her. Surely it couldn't be Janice behaving like this? It had to be some other woman just wearing her face.
"Janice," Harry's voice called from downstairs. "Hurry up and get the hell down here."
"Yes, Harry," she said.
She ran a comb through her tangled red hair, applied some lipstick and hurried down the stairs. She found all of them in the living room. Her mother was dressed in a pale robe that belonged to Janice's husband. Anne looked puffy, as if she had just finished a long night.
Janice imagined it had been pretty rough with both Matt and Bud going at her.
Bud was sitting in the same chair he had sat in the night before. He was dressed in his shorts. He gave Janice a soft smile.
"Good morning," he said. "Did you have a nice night?"
"It was nice," Janice found herself saying.
"Ah," Bud said. "Harry has done it again. Some of the fire is gone from your eyes. You're softer now. More of a woman. Come over here."
She approached him and she didn't protest when he put his hand on her thigh. She felt his fingers going up underneath her skirt and touching her panties.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
She could already feel her pussy warming up as his fingers touched her. She found that her whole body had grown more sensitive to a man's touch. She could feel her mother's eyes on her but she didn't care who watched. Her husband could have walked in and she still would have liked his touch.
He took his hand away.
"How about you and your mother fixing breakfast," he said. "We can't fuck on an empty stomach. We have to keep our strength up."
She went to the kitchen and helped her mother to cook up a great platter of ham and eggs. She found that she wasn't hungry but she drank a lot of the coffee.
She watched the man gulp the food down. She was curious about what else the day was going to bring and she could hardly wait for them to finish.
"Well," Bud said, pushing his empty plate away.
"That was nice. Anne, you are an adequate cook."
"Thank you," Anne said.
"Let's return to the living room," he said.
Janice went first into the living room. Bud told her to sit down on his chair and to spread her legs. She did as she was told without asking why. She could tell he was pleased by her quick obedience.
She spread her legs so that the other four people in the room were looking up her skirt. She saw Henry lick his lips and she could tell that he was growing horny again.
"Come here, Anne," Bud Willis said.
Anne drew close to Bud and he popped her left titty out of her robe. He massaged her until her nipple had grown hard and sensitive. He bent his head and touched his lips to the jutting pink nipple.
"Oooooooh," Anne moaned.
Bud stepped back. "Do you know what I want you to do?" he asked.
Anne shook her head.
Bud pointed to Janice and a look of understanding came into Anne's eyes. Janice didn't understand yet, but she knew it was something really wrong because of the pale shade her mother's face turned.
"No," she protested. "I couldn't do that. Not that. Please don't make me."
"I think it'll look good," Harry said. "Your red head in her red bush. It'll really turn me on."
Then Janice understood and she shuddered. They wanted her to make love to her mother. Her mother. Janice remembered all the lectures her mother had made about sex. Her mother would not do that. This was where Anne would draw the line.
"Please don't make me," Anne said.
"You'll do as I say," Bud said. "Or we'll see what Harry can find for you to do."
Anne looked at Harry. He was grinning and licking his lips.
"She's my daughter," Anne said weakly.
"Do it," Bud commanded.
Janice closed her long legs as her mother approached her. One look from Bud made her open them again. Anne came closer and fell to her knees before Janice.
Anne looked at Janice for a long time and then she shrugged her shoulders.
"I have to do it, darling," Anne said.
Then Anne's lips were touching her naked thigh. Janice trembled as her mother put wet kisses up her thighs to .where her panties were. Janice couldn't help herself. She opened her legs wider as her mother kissed her.
"On the floor," Bud whispered. "Both of you get on the floor."
Janice got out of her chair and lay down on the soft carpet. Her mother stretched out beside her. Anne leaned over and kissed Janice softly on the mouth. They kissed again but this time the kiss was harder and Janice felt the tip of her mother's tongue.
Janice tried not to think about what they were doing. She had fucked the men but at least that had been natural. What she was doing with her mother was unnatural, and yet it was very exciting.
"Touch me," Anne whispered, and Janice didn't have to ask where her mother wanted to be touched. With trembling fingers, Janice undid the front of the robe. She reached inside and grasped her mother's warm tit.
She felt the titty grow hard from the caressing motion of her fingers. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But now her mother was undoing her top and freeing her tittles. She shivered as her mother's hot fingers touched her skin. The fingers of her mother were softer, more loving, than a man's hand and suddenly Janice knew that this wasn't the first time her mother had loved another woman.
What a hypocrite her mother was. Always telling Janice to leave sex alone and that it was dirty. But her mother had not behaved as though sex was dirty. Her mother had been behaving as if it were wonderful.
"Ummmmm," Anne moaned, as Janice's fingers became more exploring. "Ummm, that's nice, baby."
Janice felt herself being pushed back and she felt her mother's lips touching her tittles. Anne's mouth opened and her tongue flicked at Janice's nipple. A spasm of delight went through Janice. She wanted more of this.
She put her hand behind her mother's head and pulled her down. Anne's mouth opened wider and she sucked in more of Janice's creamy flesh. Janice felt as if her entire titty was being sucked up into her mother's mouth.
She loved it. She could feel excitement allover her body. Her skin became hot and tingly. Her juices were already making her panties wet. "God," Janice said softly. "Oh God!"
Anne's fingers tugged up her skirt and revealed the skimpy panties Janice had worn. Anne's hand slipped underneath and cupped Janice's buttocks even as her lips kept sucking at Janice's tittles.
Anne's mouth went lower, kissing the soft flesh of Janice's hot stomach. Her tongue went into Janice's navel and Janice experienced another hot spasm of delight.
"Lower, Momma," Janice said. "Please go lower."
Anne went lower. Her wet kisses fell upon Janice's thighs. Her tongue went up Janice's thighs almost to her pussy. Janice then felt the tongue tugging at the fabric of her panties.
"Oh Momma," Janice moaned. "I've got to take them off. I've got to."
Anne lifted her hand and Janice quickly skimmed her panties down her long legs. Her pussy was revealed to her mother and her mother didn't waste any time.
"Look at that," Matt said. "Look at that." Anne pressed her face back into Janice's pussy. Her tongue eased out, licking at Janice's pussy walls and causing Janice to tingle.
"Oh God!" Janice moaned.
Anne slipped her tongue completely into Janice's pussy. Janice forgot that it was her mother who was doing this to her. She only cared that it was a hot, wet tongue that was rubbing against her pussy walls and sucking up her juices.
She put both hands behind her mother's head and tugged her closer.
"Oh eat me," Janice moaned. "Oh eat me up
good!"
"My God!" Matt said softly.
Anne's tongue was like a cock, moving rapidly in and out of Janice's pussy. Janice raised her hips to allow her mother to get in deeper.
"My clit," Janice begged. "Please suck my clit."
Janice felt her mother's tongue lick out at her clit and then capture the clit between her moist lips. She could hear the sucking noises her mother made.
"Oh Jesus," Anne moaned. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, my mother is making me come! Oh Jesus fuckkkkkk!"
She heard her mother swallowing as she exploded her hot juices into her mother's hungry mouth. She had never come so much as she did at the sucking of her mother's lips and tongue.
"Oh God!" Anne said, as she raised her head. Janice quit trembling and she reached out to stroke her mother's hair. Her eyes became clear again and she saw that all three men had stripped down and their pricks were hard. Janice gave Bud a willing smile.
"I'm ready if you are," she said.
They were all ready. Matt was at her head immediately and she opened her mouth to accept his thick cock. At the same time, Bud was kneeling between her legs and she felt his long cock slide easily into her wet pussy.
"Ummmmm," Janice said: She didn't think about the degradation of being used by two men at once. She no longer cared if she was degraded and humiliated. She only cared about cock. Matt was so excited that he didn't take long. A few minutes of slamming his cock into her mouth and she tasted the first drop of his jism.
He let his hot load go into her mouth and this time she was able to swallow every drop and suck hungrily for more. She didn't know what was wrong with her except that she was beginning to like the taste of semen. Hot, thick, cum to take in her throat and savor on her tongue was beginning to be as sweet as candy for her.
Bud was also excited. She knew that both men had been turned on by seeing her mother eat her pussy. Janice spread her legs wider and lifted them a little so that Bud was getting even deeper into her.
"Give it to me, Bud," she moaned. "Give it to me hard! Oh slam that big dick in me! I love it, Bud! I love every delicious inch!"
"Oh Jesus fuck, I'm coming," he moaned. "Oh fucking Jesus, I'm going to blow my wad! Oh fuckkkkkkk !"
He emptied his precious load into her cunt and fell away from her. Janice opened her eyes and saw Harry smiling at her. She stretched.
"How do you want it, lover?" she asked him.
Chapter Seven
The next few days, before her husband returned, were cloudy for Janice. She remembered them as many hours of non-stop fucking. The three men had her in every position possible and a few that she wouldn't have believed would have been possible.
So much sex left her dull and listless but quick to respond to the slightest touch from any of the men. The days passed so quickly that she was surprised when Bud said, "Your husband will be coming home tomorrow."
"Tommorrow?" Janice questioned.
"Yes," Bud said. "His business is over and he told the office he would be home tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Janice said again.
"What are you going to tell him when he gets here?" Bud asked her.
"Tell him," Janice said. "Why, I'm not going to tell him anything."
She knew her words were true as soon as she said them. She had no intention of telling her husband anything about what had happened while he was away. She could not picture herself crying rape and then explaining how she had been given plenty of chances of escape but she had not attempted to after the first day. She didn't feel like her husband would believe anything she told him after he had heard that.
"So you'll tell him nothing," Bud said. "I think that's a wise decision."
Janice felt her mother's eyes on her and she turned to look at her mother.
Anne dropped her eyes but not before Janice had seen the sadness there.
"What's wrong?" Janice asked.
"I don't know," Anne shook her head. "I guess I never wanted you to be like this."
"Like what?" Janice asked.
"Hot for sex." Anne said. "Lying to your husband and cheating on him. Like I did."
"You did?" Janice questioned. "But you always told me that Pop left us because he was a no-good man. You told me he was always messing around."
"He messed around," Anne said with a sigh.
"But it was only after he caught me."
Janice's eyes opened wide in surprise.
"You?" she asked incredulously. "But you were always the one who told me that sex was dirty and that a woman should be a lady in bed."
"I know I told you that," Anne admitted. "But I told you what I wanted to believe. I never could be a lady about sex. I practically broke out in a heat rash if a man just looked at me. I've been hungry for cock since I was ten years old."
"Mother!" Janice spoke in shock.
"It's true," Anne shook her head softly. "I love cock. I always have."
Now Janice realized why her mother had appeared to be enjoying it so much when Harry had raped her. Anne had been enjoying it. All these years of preaching about sex had only been to hide Anne's true feelings.
"Why Mother," Janice said softly.
They had been sitting on the couch and now Harry came over and sat down between them. He took each of them by the back of the neck and pulled them down toward his limp cock.
"Girls," he said softly. "If we're going to have to finish this tomorrow then I want something to remember you both by. And I'll give you both something to remember Harry by. A mouthful of cum...
Harry laughed at his own joke as Janice and Anne went to work on his prick. Janice kissed the top of his cock while her mother ran her tongue around the base.
"Suck me good," Harry said. "I want to enjoy this."
Janice opened her lips and took Harry's cock-head between her lips. She had grown more adept at giving blowjobs as the week had passed. Now she was as experienced as any woman could have been at the art of using her tongue.
She could hear the sucking noises her mother made as Anne sucked on Harry's balls. Janice found that the sound turned her on. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt a rush of warm juices.
She played teasingly with his tiny hole with the tip of her tongue. He moaned. She opened her mouth wider and took the entire shaft deep into her throat. She felt a little drop of jism wet her throat but he was too deep for her to taste the strong, salty taste.
"Shit!" Harry moaned. "You're getting to be the best damn cocksucker I've ever had!"
His words excited her even more. She slipped two of her fingers into her panties and started massaging her cunt. She was so hot down there. It seemed like the more cock she got, the more she wanted.
Anne's mouth was slipping up his cock and now she felt her mouth pressed near her own. She released his cock and kissed her mother's soft lips.
Both of them started to suck and tease the top of Harry's cock. He moaned and his hips started moving in rhythm to their kissing lips.
"Two of them," Harry said. "It's almost more than a man can stand. Oh shit!"
Janice nibbled at one side of his sensitive cock-head while her mother nibbled at the other. He had another drop of jism on his cock and Janice caught it on the end of her tongue.
She pushed her tongue into her mother's mouth and gave her the drop of pearly white. Her mother licked it off her tongue arid gave Janice a cat-like look of contentment.
Janice thought that she could almost hear her mother start to purr.
"Oh God," Harry said. "Suck me. Both of you suck me!"
They decided to take turns. First Janice went down on his prick and then her mother went down on him. It became a game to see which one could get him to come first.
Janice felt hands tugging at her panties and she positioned herself so that whoever wanted her could gain easy entry. She was hot and she wanted a cock.
The hands tugged her panties down and she felt a finger probing in her anus. She started to turn her head but then she thought that she really didn't want to know who was going to fuck her. It could have been Matt or Bud and not knowing only added to her pleasure.
She pushed her ass back at the man and felt his prick pressed against her anus. He wanted her ass and she didn't mind. She was beginning to like it more and more in her ass.
She gave Harry's cock over to her mother and reached behind to open her asscheeks.
"Yes," she moaned. "Put it in me. Put that hard cock in my ass."
Again she went down on Harry's cock as she felt a hard cock pressing into her ass. She moved against him as he pressed into her.
"Ummmmm," Harry said.
She wiggled her ass a little and he slammed his cock deep in her mouth. She felt the first light trickle of his jism, and then he was coming in rhythmic jerks.
"Shitl" Harry moaned. "Oh shit, I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm flooding her mouth! Oh fuckkkkkk!"
She took all of his jism, swallowing some and turning her lips to her mother to give Anne the rest. Anne's sucking lips met hers and she put the rest of his jism into her mother's mouth.
She gave her mother another kiss and then she had to cry out at the penetration of the cock in her ass. This time she turned her head and she saw that it was Bud who was fucking her. A look of deep pleasure was on his face as he slammed his cock into her tight ass.
She turned her lips back to her mother and felt her mother's hands caressing her titties. It brought a soft moan to her throat. She wondered how she could have been so stupid about the joy of sex. She should have experimented years before and she wouldn't have wasted so much time.
There was no greater fun than to have hands caressing her titties and to have a big cock slamming forcefully into her ass.
"Oooooooh," she groaned. "I'm going to come. Oh fuck, I'm going to come! Oh shit, I can feel your sperm! Oh fuck, I can feel your hot sperm going into me! OH JESUS FUCKKKKKK!"
She collapsed as Bud's cock emptied into her and her own juices made her pussy tingle. Anne gave her another kiss and then stood up. Janice watched her mother walk over to Matt and start to fondle his cock.
"I'm hot," Anne said.
"Sure, baby," Matt said. "Climb aboard."
Anne smiled and sat on his lap facing him, her big titties mashed against his chest, and slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock.
"Ummmmm," Anne moaned. "This is what I like! Oh baby, have you got a nice one!"
"Ride me, baby," Matt groaned. "Ride me good."
There was none of her earlier anger and shame at watching her mother fuck Matt. In fact, Janice enjoyed watching it. She could almost feel the excitement and pleasure that Matt was giving her mother.
"Oh yes," Janice said. "Do it to him, Mother! Fuck him to death!"
"Oh Jesus!" Anne cried. "I can't wait! I've got to come! Oh Jesus, my pussy is hottttttt!"
Janice understood the look in Matt's eyes. She knew his prick was already spurting its load of cum into her mother's hungry pussy. Janice felt a renewal of her own passion.
After all, she had only one day left. She might as well get all the fun out of it that she could.
Chapter Eight
"Did you have a nice trip, honey?" Janice asked her husband.
Joe Dobbs looked tired. He put his bags down inside the door and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. Janice wondered if he would notice anything different about her. She had noticed that morning that her features in the mirror seemed softer and her body more curvy.
Perhaps it had something to do with the past week of fucking. She knew that she had learned a lesson about sex. She had enjoyed it.
"It was tiresome," Joe admitted. "And it's not over yet."
"What do you mean?" Janice asked.
"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you," Joe said. "I promised Andrew Carny that I would give him a party this evening. He won't be in town after tonight and he wants to meet all the people in the office, so he can make a final decision concerning our contract. "
Joe expected his wife to hit the ceiling. Janice just wasn't very understanding when it came to last-minute parties, especially business parties. He waited for her reaction and was surprised when she didn't look angry.
"It's all right," Janice said sweetly. "I can call mother over to help me get the house in order."
"You sure you don't mind?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course not," Janice said. "Now why don't you run upstairs and take a nice shower. You must really be tired after your long trip."
"Sure," Joe said.
He was a little confused. He had never seen his wife so agreeable. He had also never seen her look so sexy. She wore a tight pants outfit and a tight blouse that dipped low in front to reveal the tops of her creamy breasts. The outfit was a fiery red to match her hair.
He had a sudden urge to grab her but he controlled himself. He didn't want to make her angry while she was behaving so nicely about the party.
"Thanks," he said. "I could use a shower. I'll see you in a few minutes."
Janice watched her husband lift his bag and walk upstairs to his bedroom. She was a little disappointed. She had expected him to want to fondle her a little bit. She had worn this outfit to catch his interest. But he had done nothing.
She shrugged. She wished that her husband would act a little more like a man. If he had acted like a man long before, then she wouldn't have wasted so much time hating sex. He should have taken her when he wanted her. That would have made a real woman out of her.
She shivered as she remembered Harry's long, hard cock thrusting between her legs. She leaned against the wall as her knees became weak. God, she was going to have to quit thinking of Harry or she was going to go crazy.
Bud, Harry, and Matt had just left the night before and already she was missing them. Well maybe she could find a few minutes to be alone with her mother and her mother could help the itch between her thighs.
She made the call to her mother and received a promise that Anne would be right over.
She started cleaning up the living room and the hall. She was glad she had, for she found a pair of her panties behind a chair in the living room. It would have been hard to explain to Joe had he found the panties.
She got things cleaned up as well as she could on short notice and she checked the booze cabinet to make sure they had all they needed. It was a good thing Joe kept a big supply or Bud might have drank them dry.
She took a look around the living room and found it to her satisfaction. The living room would hold a dozen guests and that was all they would need to have from the office. Just the partners and the wives. She went upstairs and heard Joe singing in the shower. She stepped into his bedroom and took a quick glance into the shower room. She could see Joe's outline through the shower door and she felt her heart begin to pound.
Joe was a good looking man even if he was much older. She had not really appreciated his before, but he had kept his body trim and fit. His cock may have been smaller than Bud's but that made no difference. Janice had learned to love a cock no matter what size it was.
Joe turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. He gasped in surprise when he saw her. Janice had never before come into his bedroom unless he practically forced her.
"Baby," he said. "I didn't hear you come in." Janice took her eyes away from the limp prick that dangled between his legs. She couldn't help feeling warm at the sight of his naked body. She ran her tongue across her already wet lips.
"I came in to tell you that I called mother. She was glad to come and help."
"Good," he said.
Janice wanted him to grab her. She moved closer so that he had plenty of opportunities. But Joe was afraid. This was the first time he had his wife willing to come into his bedroom and he didn't want to ruin it by seeming vulgar.
"What do you think I should wear tonight?" Janice asked.
"You look good in that," Joe said.
"Oh," she said. "I wore this for you. I couldn't possibly wear it to the party tonight."
"Why not?" Joe asked. He was rubbing his hair with the towel.
"Because it's too vulgar," she said. "Don't you think it's a vulgar outfit?"
Joe couldn't control his need for her. Janice almost laughed out loud as she saw his prick start to rise. He wanted her. She moved closer to him so that her breasts were almost touching his naked chest.
"Don't you think so?" Janice asked again.
This time Joe dropped the towel and his arms went around her shoulders. He expected to feel her freeze up, but instead she melted willingly into his arm s.
"Oh, Joe," she moaned, as his strong hands came up to cup her buttocks.
Joe didn't understand it but he wasn't asking questions. His wife was acting like a wife was supposed to act and that was fantastic.
Janice felt his strong hands squeeze her buttocks gently as his mouth pressed down against hers. She opened her mouth and admitted his probing tongue. He was so excited that his prick popped instantly hard between his legs.
"Janice," he said. "Oh, baby, this is sweet."
He kissed her throat and sucked in the flesh of her shoulder. His mouth dropped lower to kiss the creamy flesh above her blouse. His wet tongue
licked at her breasts and made her shiver again.
"Ummm, baby," she said.
He put his arm underneath her legs and a hand at the small of her back and lifted her up. She felt weak and helpless in his strong arms, which was the way she liked to feel. He carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back.
She hardly realized what she was doing as his prick came close to her face. She licked at him with her tongue and she saw the look of surprise that came to his face. She would shudder if she even had to touch him there in the time that they had been married, and now she was actually touching him with her tongue.
Joe pushed his prick closer to her face and she kissed his red cock-head. She opened her lips and sucked his cock-head into her mouth. She tasted some of his salty jism as a few drops exploded from the end.
She didn't want him to come that way. She wanted to feel his hot prick inside of her. She released his prick and leaned back on the bed. Joe was on top of her immediately, tearing at her clothes. He got her blouse up above her titties and his mouth closed on one of her sensitive nipples.
"Oh, Joe," she moaned. "Oh, Joe!"
She caressed his head as he sucked on her. He took her nipple and rolled it beneath his tongue and sent hot spasms of delight through her.
He sucked more of her creamy flesh into his mouth. He used his hand on her other titty, arousing that one also to the height of excitement.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "I can't stand it. I've got to have you inside me. Oh please fuck me."
Joe may have been looking at her in amazement and shock but he was also tearing down her pants. She heard his exclamation of pleasant surprise when he found she was wearing no panties. He robbed her fiery pussy with his fingers.
"Oh, Janice," he said. "This is the way I've always dreamed of coming home to you. This is the way I've always wanted you to be."
"Fuck me," Janice pleaded. "Put your hot cock into me. Do me good!"
He pressed her legs apart and then his hard prick was probing between her legs. She opened her legs even wider and grasped him by his hips. She pulled him into her, one easy tug and his hard prick slid up into her tight box.
"Oh God, Janice," he moaned. "Oh God!"
He was too excited. He started slamming his cock into her with such violence that she knew he was going to 'come too soon. She tried to slow him down by not moving her hips but there was no slowing him down.
"Jesus, Janice," he groaned. "Jesus, I'm coming! Jesus, Janiceeeee!"
It was much too soon. She felt him growing and exploding into her hot cunt and it felt good but not good enough to ease the tension in her pussy. He left her still frustrated as he climbed off her.
He went into the shower again. She wanted to call him back but she knew she couldn't explain what she wanted. She heard the bell downstairs and she stood up. She would let her mother in and then she would take a hot shower.
She remembered that Bud would be at the party that night and it gave her a feeling of satisfaction. A soft smile came to her face. Bud would know what to do to ease the heat between her hungry thighs.
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* The party was going fine. Janice was acting like a perfect hostess and she could tell that Joe was proud of her. She had chosen to wear a simple skirt that buttoned down the front. She also wore a bra that pushed her tits out.
She knew she looked very sexy with her long red hair hanging to her shoulder. At least, Andrew Carny thought so. Every time he got the chance he was brushing against her and his eyes never seemed to leave her.
She liked the attention and she found herself giving an extra little swish to her hips whenever she felt him watching. He was a much better-looking man than she had expected. She had expected the man who had built such a big business to be much like most of the men in her husband's office. Shy, serious, and looking like an underpaid accountant.
Andrew Carny was a very large man much like Harry. He was so damnably good-looking that the women flocked around him like giggling geese.
"You'd better not get too close," Anne warned her, as they were getting ice from the kitchen.
"Why what do you mean?" Janice asked innocently.
"I mean Andrew Carny," Anne said. "I've seen him looking at you. Like a hungry spider looking at something to eat."
"Maybe I am," Janice giggled.
"If I were you, I'd be careful," Anne warned. "Don't let him get you alone. He might not take no for an answer."
Janice smiled at her mother. She didn't see any reason to tell her mother that she certainly wouldn't mind if Andrew Carny got her alone and she wouldn't have any intention of saying no. The party had been dull after she had found out that Bud was not coming. Andrew Carny looked like a fitting substitute. She and Anne took the ice out to the bar and Janice began mixing some drinks.
"Nice party," Andrew Carny said.
She jumped at his voice. She had been thinking about him, but she had not expected him to just walk up to her. Then she realized that there was nothing really wrong with him coming up to the bar for a drink. Nothing except the look in his eyes that said he wanted more than a drink.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Janice said. "You sure didn't give me any notice."
Andrew Carny shrugged. "I'm a busy man. This is the only opportunity to meet with your husband's business partners so that I can make an educated decision."
"And have you made a decision?" Janice asked.
"I'm still thinking about it," he said.
Janice handed him his drink. The look in his eyes told her what he really thought about. She felt his fingers caress hers as he took the drink.
"What exactly is keeping you from deciding in our favor?" Janice asked sweetly.
"A few things," Andrew Carny said. "Maybe
you can help me to make up my mind."
"If I can," Janice said, "I'd be happy to."
"Maybe we can go someplace quiet and talk," he said. "It's noisy out here."
Janice saw her mother throwing her warning looks from across the room. Her mother was also keeping Joe in deep conversation so that he wouldn't notice his wife in such closeness to Andrew Carny.
"Maybe we could go to the kitchen," Janice said. "If you really think it's necessary."
"Oh," he said. "I think it's necessary."
"Okay," Janice said, after a moment. "I do have to get some more ice. It seems to go so quickly. Why don't you wait a couple of minutes and then come out."
"Delighted," he said.
Janice breathed a sigh as she stepped into the kitchen with her empty ice bucket. She decided to go ahead and get the ice although she already had plenty of it.
She had barely gotten the trays out when Andrew Carny came in.
"You're a minute early," she said.
"I told you," he said. "I'm a busy man. I don't have a lot of time. "
"Well," she asked him, brushing a strand of hair back from her face, "what did you want to talk about?"
"You," he said.
"Me?" she questioned. "Why do you want to talk about me? I'm not interesting."
"Yes you are," he said. "You're very interesting. The most interesting looking woman at this party. And the damn best-looking."
"Why, Mr. Carny," she giggled.
"Do you know how hard your husband has been working on our contract?" he asked.
"I know that he's been working hard," she said.
"Much harder than you realize," he said. "This could mean a big deal for your husband. A lot of money will change hands. A lot of money!"
She had been standing next to the kitchen sink and he had moved so close that he was barely inches from her. He was breathing hard and his eyes were glazed.
"What's that got to do with me?" Janice asked.
She knew exactly what it had to do with her, but it was exciting her to act like a frightened housewife who was being propositioned by a big, ruthless man. She could tell that the idea of blackmail was exciting him also.
"You can make sure he gets the deal," Andrew Carny said softly.
"How?" Janice asked.
"Like this."
He pressed his body against her. There was no place she could move. Her backside was against the cabinet and she couldn't wiggled from his strong grasp.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"Mr. Carny," she said, trying to sound shocked.
"I couldn't do anything like that. What if someone should come in and see us?"
"Nobody will," he assured her.
His lips were still trying to find hers. She knew that she could only fight a few minutes longer and then she would lose control. Already her knees were growing weak and there was an aching in her pussy.
"I'm a good woman," Janice said.
"Oh, baby," he said. "I know you'll be good."
"But, Mr. Carny. . ." She quit fighting him. His lips burned down on hers and his hot tongue probed demandingly between her lips. She allowed him to press his tongue deep in her throat, as if his tongue were a cock and he was using it as a cock uses a pussy.
She felt weak as his arms went around her shoulders and pressed her hot, sensitive tits against his chest. His mouth was demanding and she gave him all of herself that he wanted.
He drew back.
"You're a hot piece," he said. "I knew you would be. All redheads like it hot. Like big bubbles."
He put his hands flat against her titties and squeezed them rhythmically.
"Like big bubbles," he said again. "Bubbles filled with sweet air. Let's see what we can do about letting some air out. You have to suck on the nipple."
"Please," she said.
But he was already unbuttoning her dress. He exposed the black push-up bra she had chosen to wear, and his eyes devoured her curving flesh above the fabric.
"They should be free," he said. "Titties like those shouldn't be covered."
"Mr. Carny," she said. "We shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't."
She would have killed him if he'd stopped but she kept up the pretense of being the frightened housewife overcome by her desire to help her husband. She knew that her pleading excited him.
He got her bra unhooked and she lifted her arms so that he could pull it off her shoulders. He bent his head and sucked in her creamy flesh.
"Oh Goddddd," she moaned. "Oh, Mr. Carny. Oh, your lips are nice."
He kissed and fondled each of her nipples until the buds were erect and sensitive to his touch. He covered her full tits with his tongue and lips, leaving no part of her flesh that was untouched by his mouth.
She groaned again as his hot fingers touched her trembling thighs. He caressed her until her thigh was tingling and her pussy was dripping juices. She felt his hand go higher until he was touching her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
"Now I'm really going to make you hot," he said.
He put his hands underneath her buttocks and lifted her up to the cabinet. Quickly he skimmed her panties off her long legs so that her red bush was exposed to his hungry eyes.
"Beautiful," he said. "Open your legs wider, darling. A pretty pussy is a work of art."
"You're shaming me, Mr. Carny," she said.
"A woman needs to be shamed sometimes," he said.
She allowed him to push her shapely thighs apart so that his fingers could explore her pussy. He touched her pussy lips and caused Janice to shiver.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she moaned.
He smiled at her and kept probing with his fingers. He had her sopping wet with her juices in just a few seconds. He pressed one finger into her cunt.
"Ummmm," she moaned. She knew how it would look if someone were to walk in. There would be no doubt of what she was doing.
He took his finger from her cunt and licked it clean.
"You taste good," he said. "All wet and juicy. Now it's time for me to lick those juices away."
"Oh, Mr. Carny," she said, as Andrew Carny fell to his knees on her hard kitchen floor. "What are you doing to me? Oh, what are you doing?"
"Eating your sweet pussy," he said. "You are a delectable piece of fluff."
His tongue touched her thighs and sent shooting spasms of pleasure throughout her body. She couldn't control the loud gasp that was torn from her throat.
His hot tongue trailed up her thigh and touched her pubic hair. He slid some of her pubic hairs under his tongue and made a loud noise as if he was licking them dry.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhh, Mr. Carny." He slipped his hot tongue inside of her. She felt her body tremble as his tongue licked away her hot juices. She could hear his swallowing as he sucked her juices into his mouth. She couldn't stand it any longer. She began to move her pussy against his tongue. He drew back.
"You are sweet-tasting," he said. "But I find that my cock is growing hard and ready."
He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. He didn't bother with the rest of his clothes. She saw his hard cock jutting out and felt even weaker at the sight of it. He had a beautiful long and curving cock, with a huge red cock-head that had a drop of thick white on the end.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give me that thing. Give it to me."
His hands went underneath her buttocks again and he lifted her half off the cabinet and pulled her onto his thick rod. It was not all that comfortable a position, with her full ass rubbing raw on the cabinet, but she soon forgot her discomforts as his long cock slid into her.
"Jesus, that's good," she moaned. "Oh, you have a fine cock."
"I'm glad you like it," he said.
He fucked her slowly, gently, his cock-head rubbing the back of her pussy and causing her to shudder at each touch. Her husband had left her frustrated but she 'knew that Andrew Carny knew how to use his cock.
Andrew Carney would never leave any woman frustrated.
He gave her a few more strokes of his cock and then he withdrew it.
"Don't stop," she moaned. "Please don't stop."
"I don't intend to," he said. "Bend over the table."
She saw what he wanted immediately. She bent over the table with her legs wide and her pubic bush exposed to him in the most vulnerable way.
He positioned himself behind her and again she felt his hard cock thrusting into her pussy.
"Ummmmmmm," she murmured. "You have a fine cock there, Mr. Carny."
"And I know how to use it," he said.
He certainly did know how to use it. Bud had been good, as had Harry and Matt, but they had simply been strong cocksmen with very little technique.
Andrew Carny had technique and it was driving her slowly up the walls. She found herself pushing her pussy back at him, loving the fine feel of his gentle stroke.
She felt him begin to grow and she knew he didn't have long left. She let herself relax, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her.
She knew it was going to be good. Very good. She bit her lip as the first explosion rocked her body. She had tears in her eyes. She no longer cared if her voice was high. She wouldn't have cared if the whole damn party walked into the kitchen and saw what was happening.
"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh fuck! You're going to make me come! Oh God, I'm coming! Oh Jesus, my whole body is on fire! Oh SHITTTT!"
Her hot juices flooded against him as she collapsed against the table. She knew he hadn't come but she couldn't bring herself to respond to his steady strokes. Her orgasm had just been too good.
He took his cock out and walked around to the front of the table. He tugged at her hair and she saw what he wanted. Crawling up a little more on the table she was able to take his rod into her mouth. She had to get into a better position because she couldn't give him a really good suck this way. She crawled up on the table completely and tucked her knees under her. She once again bent her head to his cock.
He had a good-tasting cock and she was able to slide him all the way into her throat. He took her head and directed her movements. She could have sucked him better with more freedom, but then she realized that he was one of those men who wanted to fuck a woman in the mouth.
She relaxed and allowed him to cram his swollen member deep in her throat and back out again. The pressure of his hands became more urgent and she used her tongue.
"I'm going to shoot off!" he cried. "I'm going to fill your mouth! Oh swallow it, baby! Swallow all my hot cum! Every fucking dropppppppp!"
She took his hot load deep in her throat and allowed it to trickle down the back of her throat. This way she was able to take every drop as he had desired. The only unpleasant part was that he nearly broke her neck pulling her down on him.
"Jesus," he said. "Jesus!"
She climbed off the table and quickly dressed. He had helped the itch in her pussy for a little while and now she was trembling at the thought of what could have happened. Her husband, or anyone else, could have walked in. She grabbed the ice bucket and found the ice already melted. Well, it didn't make any difference. She hadn't really come after any ice.
Andrew Carny pulled his limp prick back into his trousers. He looked as if he had completely enjoyed himself. She remembered that she was supposed to be acting like a scared housewife.
"Well?" she asked him.
He looked puzzled. "Well what'?" he asked.
"Does my husband get the contract'?" she asked.
"That is why I allowed you the liberty of my body."
A grim smile touched his face.
"Of course," he said. "I had every intention of giving your husband the contract."
"Even if I didn't go along'?" she questioned.
"I knew you would," he said. "You have that certain look about you."
He left her wondering if she really did have a certain look about her.
Chapter Nine
"I bet you had a good time," Anne said.
"Whatever do you mean?" Janice said.
"Come on, honey," Anne said. "I had a hell of a time keeping Joe from going looking for you. I just
hope it was worth all my trouble."
"It was," Janice said.
The party was over. Joe had gone upstairs and now Janice and Anne finished cleaning up the mess left in the living room. Janice gave her cleaning job a look of satisfaction.
"There," she said. "I hate to wake up in the morning and have to clean things."
"I know what you mean," Anne said, with a long sigh. "Well I suppose I'd, better be getting home."
"Don't be silly," Janice said. "Stay with me tonight."
"Joe won't object?" Anne asked.
"Him," Janice said. "He's not man enough to object. I wish he were. But since he's not maybe you can keep me warm tonight."
A look came to her mother's face that said she would enjoy the task of keeping Janice warm. Janice gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.
"I have nothing to wear," Anne said.
"You won't need anything," Janice said wickedly.
"Don't you ever get enough?" Anne asked.
"Never," Janice said. "I take after my loving mother. She never gets enough either."
Both of them laughed as they clasped arms and walked up the stairs. Joe was waiting at the top. He had put on his robe and was freshly shaven and smelling of aftershave.
"Uh-oh," "Anne said."I think he's got something in his evil mind."
"He can just forget it," Janice whispered. "I'm not going to let him leave me as frustrated as he did this afternoon. One time is enough. Tonight I'm going to have a good time."
Joe looked downcast as he saw the two coming up the stairs. He had already made plans for the evening and the plans did not include Anne.
"Mother is staying the night," Janice said.
"Ahhh, Janice," he said. "I sort of thought. That is, well, I have been away and. . . "
"Mother worked hard and she's staying the night," Janice said.
Janice hoped that the tone of her voice would make him behave like a man. She was already beginning to sense that feeling of power she'd always felt around Joe. No wonder it wasn't exciting to get in bed with Joe.
He was actually a very dull man.
Joe didn't argue. He nodded his head and walked back into his bedroom, slamming the door. "You were sort of hard on him," Anne said.
"Shit," Janice said. "He's a fish. I wish he would get hard with me."
She led the way into her bedroom. She grabbed her mother around the waist as soon as her door closed. She pressed her lips down on her mother's and probed with her tongue.
"Damn," Anne said, pushing her back. "Give a lady a little time. I'd like to take a shower first."
"That sounds like fun," Janice said. "We'll take one together."
Mother and daughter liked the idea of taking a shower together. Quietly they stripped out of their clothes and went into the shower room. Janice turned the water steaming hot.
"Ahhhhh," Anne said, as she stepped into the shower. "This feels nice."
"I know a way to make it feel nicer," Janice said.
Anne giggled as Janice took the soap and began soaping her mother down. She lingered around her mother's large tittles, rubbing the soap around and around until her mother's nipples started to get erect.
"That is nice," Anne admitted.
Janice got under the hot spray with her mother and put the soap into her mother's hands. Her mother began soaping Janice down. They kept exchanging the soap until their bodies had been lathered allover a couple of times.
"Ummmmm." Janice moaned, as her mother's fingers probed between her legs.
"Have you ever had your pussy eaten in the shower?" Anne asked her daughter.
"You know I haven't," Janice said.
"So this is the first time," Anne said.
Janice shuddered as her mother went down on her knees in the shower and touched her tongue to Janice's hot thighs. Anne licked her daughter down to her knees and back up to the red pubic hair.
Janice positioned herself so that she could open her legs wider and felt her mother's tongue slip up into her. Her mother knew how to use her tongue.
Janice felt electric sparks go through her body as her mother licked her.
"Ahhhhhhh," Janice moaned. "Ahhhhh, that's fine, Mother. That's so fine!"
Anne's tongue found Janice's hard little clit and she sucked it between her lips. Janice jumped as she felt her mother's lips sucking on her clit. Anne's caressing lips caused an excitement in Janice she had not felt before.
She screamed and dropped her head back so that the hot spray was hitting her directly in the face. The water seemed almost cool to her heated body.
"God," she moaned. "Mother, you are driving me crazy! You are driving me wild."
"That's enough," Anne said.
Anne stood up and Janice gave her a look of surprise.
"Are you crazy?" Janice asked. "You can't stop now."
"Yes I can. Now we go to the bed."
Janice realized that her mother was wanting some of the same treatment. She also realized that they would be much more comfortable in her big bed.
Janice turned the shower off. Anne and Janice dried themselves off and hurried to the big bed. It felt warm and comfortable as Janice stretched out.
"I've never eaten you before," Janice said.
"Yes," Anne said. "This is a night for first things."
Anne lay down beside Janice and they kissed softly. They probed at each other's mouths with their tongues. Janice dropped her hand and stroked her mother's thigh. She ran her fingers lightly upward until she was touching her mother's pussy.
Anne moaned and spread her legs so that Janice could reach her easily. Janice touched the swollen mound of her mother's pussy with her fingers. She felt her mother tremble as she started to rub.
"Do it to me, baby," Anne moaned. "Make your mother feel good."
Janice pushed one finger into her mother's slippery cunt. She felt her mother's cuntal muscles tighten on her finger. Her mother was getting just as excited as Janice. Janice bent her head and touched her lips to her mother's nipple.
"Oh Jesus, Janice," Anne groaned.
Janice had never sucked or fondled another woman before. All week Anne had done the sucking and fondling. Now Janice felt that she was enjoying the experience. At least her pussy was. It was hot and tingly with heat.
She moved her lips to her mother's other nipple and sucked on it until it also became hard. Her mother had sweet, clean-tasting flesh and Janice finally learned why men liked to suck on titty so much. It was fun.
Janice put another finger into her mother's pussy and she started using them like they were cocks, driving her fingers in and out her mother's wet pussy.
Anne's hips were moving in rhythm to her fingers and soft moans were being torn from Anne's throat. Janice pressed her mouth once again to Anne's soft flesh. She wanted to go lower. She realized that she really wanted to taste her mother's pussy flesh, to give her mother back some of the pleasure that Anne had given her.
"Oh Janice," Anne said, as Janice ran her tongue down the trembling flesh of her mother's stomach to her red bush. She put her tongue to her mother's bush.
Anne opened her legs and Janice pressed her face close to her mother's pussy. For the first time she tasted pussy. She pushed her tongue inside her mother's hot cunt and tasted her tangy pussy juices.
She drew them into her mouth and swallowed them. She knew how to suck her mother because she had been sucked often enough. She tried to do everything that had been done to her.
She found her mother's clit and drew it into her mouth. It tasted hard and excited. The taste of it even excited Janice.
"Oh eat me!" Anne yelled. "Oh eat me, darling! Oh eat your mother good!"
Suddenly Anne seemed to go wild. Her ass started shaking and her hands clutched at Janice's head. Janice tasted a flood of her mother's juice.
"I'M COMINGGGG!" Anne cried.
Janice was so busy that she didn't hear the door open. But she heard Joe.
"Oh my God!" Joe exclaimed.
Janice jumped away from her mother. Anne was trying to cover herself up.
"What are you doing in here?" Janice asked.
It was a stupid question but it was all Janice could think of to say. She knew her marriage was over. Joe would never forgive her for something like this. He had a look of deep shock and revulsion on his face.
"You bitch," he said.
"Joe," she said. "I can explain."
"You don't have to explain," he said. "I can see what's going on."
"But it's not like you think," Janice protested.
Then she realized that it was exactly like he thought. There could be no other explanation for her nakedness and the way her face was pressed against her mother's pussy.
"I heard a scream," he said. "I thought I'd better help. You really are a bitch."
Before Janice could think of anything else to say Joe had left the bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Janice heard him going downstairs.
"Whew," Anne said. "He's really mad."
"Yes he is," Janice agreed. "Oh, Mother what am I going to do?"
"I don't know," Anne admitted. "It would take a pretty understanding husband to forgive what he just saw. It's not just the fact that you were loving another woman, and your own mother at that, but it's that you just turned him down to come on with me."
"And that hurts him," Janice said.
"Probably more than he realizes right now," Anne said.
Anne got up out of bed and found one of Janice's robes in the closet. She wrapped it around her.
"Where are you going?" Janice asked.
"To talk to him," Anne explained. "Maybe I can make him understand."
"I doubt it," Janice said.
Anne was gone for a long while. Janice heard loud voices downstairs a few times but she couldn't tell what was being said. She hoped that her mother would find the right words but she kept remembering the hurt, angry look in Joe's eyes and Janice knew that the right words would be hard to find.
Finally Anne returned.
"How did it go?" Janice asked.
Anne sat down on the side of the bed. Her face was weary and she had been crying. Anne shook her head sadly.
"I'm sorry, baby," Anne said. "He wants a divorce."
"I knew it." Janice felt like crying herself.
She knew there was no one to blame it on but herself. She should have been more careful. She should have gone to him on his first night home even if she had been hungry for her mother's love. But it was too late now. He would get his divorce and there would be a lot of newspaper coverage and Anne and herself would be humiliated for all the world to see.
"This is awful," Janice said.
"I agree," Anne said. "I've never seen a man so mad and so hurt. I almost feel sorry for him."
"For him?" Janice questioned. "Why aren't you feeling sorry for me?"
"Because you'll always make it," Anne said. "You've got good looks, a fine body, and now you know what to do with it. You'll get along. But this has been a hard blow for Joe to take. He's not a young man and he's feeling betrayed."
"Yes," Janice said. "I guess you're right. But what can I do?"
"Nothing," Anne said. "There's nothing anyone can do. He'll have to work this out himself. If he can."
Janice put her head onto the snug warmness of her mother's shoulder. She was no longer feeling very sexy. Just tired. She knew that the next day would be filled with talk of lawyers and settlements. She didn't want to think about those things. Right now she wanted to sleep and she let herself drift away under the soothing caress of her mother's fingers.
She was awakened loudly and suddenly. Her door was flung open and she heard a scream that sounded like the cry of some devil.
She jumped up in bed and saw that it was not a devil but her husband standing in the doorway. Except that he was not the Joe she had married.
He had been drinking and his face was red and flush and his eyes were furious. He had his shirt off and his trousers unbuckled.
"Joe," she said. "What do you want?"
"Whore," he said.
"You've been drinking," Janice accused.
"Yes," he admitted. "I've been drinking. And I decided I'm entitled to a little pleasure for the last time from my loving wife."
Janice was amazed as she watched her husband strip off his trousers and kick them off. Joe had always been so shy and quiet-natured. A sober Joe would have never taken his trousers off in front of her mother.
"You've got to stop this," Janice said.
Janice felt her mother's cool hand on her arm.
"Give him what he wants," Anne warned. "Don't argue with him. He'll hurt you if you argue. I'll just go into the other bedroom."
"No, goddamn it!" Joe roared. "You're staying here!"
Anne was getting up but his voice stopped her.
She relaxed on the bed once more.
"Sure, Joe," she said. "Anything you want."
"That's more like it," Joe said. A little of the anger left his eyes. "Now you two just be nice to Joe and I'll be nice to you."
Joe was stripping off his shorts. His cock was already hard. As big and as hard as Janice had ever seen it. It was like the alcohol was giving him the courage to be the kind of man he had wanted to be. He came closer to the bed.
"Take me in your mouth," he said. "Suck my prick, you little bitch."
Quickly Janice took his long rod into her mouth. She wanted to please him. She was afraid of that furious anger that she had seen in his eyes. At that moment Joe had been more of a man than Harry, Bud, or Matt had been. He was the boss and it made her shiver in excitement to be told to suck his cock.
He took hold of her hair with both hands and started driving his cock into her mouth with a violent force. He dropped one hand to pinch her nipples until they began to hurt.
"I'm going to teach you," he said. "I'm going to teach you."
He used his hand to motion for Anne to draw closer.
"Play with my balls while your daughter sucks me," Joe said. "Play and kiss me."
Janice felt her mother's warmth as Anne drew close. Anne's tongue flicked out and touched his balls and Joe groaned. Anne began to rapidly lick at him.
"That's it," he groaned. "That's the way. You're going to make me shoot my load into your daughter's mouth. Ahhhhh, that's the way."
Janice knew he was about to come. She tried to open her mouth wider and take in more of his hard cock. She tasted the first drop of his jism.
"No," he said. He pulled his cock out and took Anne's hand.
"Wrap your fingers around it and beat me." He said. "And you don't move, Janice."
Janice stayed where she was and she realized what was going to happen. He was going to come into her face. Anne was running her hand up and down his cock and it would only be a moment more.
"Ahhhhhb," Joe said. "That's the way. I want to come in her face. I want to see my cum running in rivers down her soft white skin. Then I'll know she's mine. I'll know for sure! Ahhhhh, God, here it comes!"
He came in a violent eruption that sent his hot seed into Janice's face. It did run down her cheeks and neck in rivers. She didn't move her head. She took the full force of his coming. Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and plunged his wet prick into her hot mouth.
She tasted the last spurt of his hot jism. He released her and wiped himself in a strand of her red hair.
Janice thought it was over but she had not realized how really angry he was. She didn't know that it had only really just started.
He pushed Janice on her back and made a sign to Anne.
"Show me how you love your daughter," he said. "Get on top of her and lick my cum off her face."
Janice had never seen her husband like this, had never known that he was capable of such emotion. Her mother pressed herself down on top of her and Janice felt Anne's tongue licking his sperm from her face.
"That's good," Joe said. "A picture of mother and daughter. Get it all now. Get every drop of my cum."
Janice closed her eyes as her mother licked the seed from her eyelids. Anne did a good job. She sucked up every drop that she could find.
"Good," Joe said. "Now play with her pussy. Get her wet down there."
Janice parted her thighs as she felt her mother's fingers touching her. She didn't want to get hot, but she couldn't help herself as her mother probed between her legs. She felt one of her mother's fingers go inside her pussy and start to massage her clit.
"Oh no, Momma," Janice protested, but her mother's fingers became more insistent.
Janice felt the fires go through her body. She didn't care if her husband was looking on with a cruel grin. Her mother was making her feel good.
"Eat her!" Joe said. "Put your red head between her legs and eat her cunt. Show me how a mother and daughter do it together."
Janice gave a soft gasp as her mother's face immediately went between her legs. The hot tongue licked up her wet juice and licked against her clit. Her clit became a hard little bud that her mother massaged with her lips.
"Oh Mother!" Janice groaned. "Oh Jesus, Mother!"
Janice could still see her husband. He had wrapped his hand around his cock and was slowly massaging it back to hardness. He was licking his lips in excitement as he watched the two women.
"Turn around," Joe told Anne. "Put your pussy in your daughter's face."
Anne obeyed immediately and Janice felt the clamp of her mother's thighs. She smelled the sweet, hot aroma of her mother's pussy. She lifted her head a little and pressed her face into the moist cavern.
Janice could well imagine what kind of picture they gave to her husband. They were writhing on the bed, soft moans coming from their throats, and the sounds of each of them swallowing the other's juices.
Janice could hold back no longer. She went crazy, rubbing her pussy against her mother's tongue in wild abandon.
"Jesusssss!" Joe said, as his wife came in a flood of hot juices.
Anne was hot and she came close behind her daughter. Anne groaned loudly and Janice was kept busy swallowing the hot juices that flooded her mouth.
She lay exhausted and hoping that her husband was finally done with them. But he wasn't. He climbed onto the bed with his hard prick rubbing against her thigh.
"Turn over," he said. "Both of you. On your hands and knees. My cock is ready. "
"Both of us?" Janice questioned.
"Both," he said.
"But Joe. . . "
"Do it NOW!" Joe roared.
There was no arguing with him. Both of them turned wearily over and climbed to their hands and knees. They gave each other a sympathetic look. Janice wondered what he had in mind but she wasn't long in finding out.
"Move closer," he said.
Janice moved so that she was alongside her mother, their hips and shoulders touching. She felt Joe positioning himself behind them but Janice couldn't see what he was doing.
"Ummmmmm," Anne said.
Janice realized that Joe had driven his cock into her mother's cunt. This was something that she would have never dreamed could happen. Her husband fucking her mother. It was too much to believe.
She grunted as she felt him plunge his cock up into her pussy. He was fucking them both, taking turns driving his cock into first one and then the other.
"Good pussy," Joe groaned. "Fucking good pussy."
This was something that even Harry hadn't been able to do. It was hard to believe that her husband was such a cocksman. Even drunk he was making a good showing for himself.
"Move," Joe demanded. "Move your asses!"
Janice started moving her ass at his words. She wasn't hot but she wanted her husband to have his enjoyment. He did. She felt him groan as he drove his cock into her pussy again.
"I'm going to come," he groaned. "Which one of you will it be? Mother or daughter? Who will I come in? Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus fuckkkkkkk!"
He came in Anne first but he pulled his cock out and drove it into Janice for a short spurt. Janice collapsed on the bed. She didn't think she'd ever been so tired.
"I need a drink," Joe said.
Joe left the room and Janice looked at her mother.
"My God!" Janice said.
"I know what you mean," Anne said tiredly.
Joe returned in a few minutes. He was already starting to get hard again. Janice couldn't believe that it was really her husband.
"Well ladies?" he asked. "Are you ready to begin again?"
"My God!" Janice said again.
Janice often hoped afterwards that she would never have to go through another night like that one. Joe was angry and he took his anger out in fucking. He fucked all night long and in every position he could think of.
As soon as he had fucked one he would turn to the other and start on her. He fucked them both until they were sore and exhausted, and begging for him to stop.
It was also the most exciting night Janice had ever imagined. She would have never thought that Joe could have the strength in him to be this sort of man. He degraded her, humiliated her, made her his slave, and Janice loved every minute of it!
Chapter Ten
"My God!" Anne said softly. "I feel as if a truck just ran over me."
"Me too,". Janice shivered. "I never knew Joe could be like that."
"He's quite a man," Anne agreed. "Quite a man."
It was morning. The bright sunlight shined through her bedroom window. Janice got up and surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked as if a truck had ran over her. Her perfect body was covered with tiny blue bruises.
"Whew," Janice said. "He plays rough."
"Dear Jesus," Anne said. "I thought he was never going to stop. I thought he was going to fuck me to death."
"Where is he?" Janice asked.
Janice realized that her husband was not in the room with them. She put on her bathrobe and hurried outside. She heard his shower running. She opened his door and stepped inside.
"Joe," she said.
"Come here," Joe said.
Joe had first been ashamed when he had awakened that morning. He remembered the way he had treated Janice and her mother. It had been rough and brutal. He had never behaved that way before. Then he remembered the feeling of strength that he had gotten.
Janice opened the shower door and slipped out of her robe. She didn't know what he wanted but she was willing to do anything for him.
"Get in," he commanded. "How about scrubbing my back a little bit."
She got under the hot spray with him and took the soap he gave her. She soaped his back and then pushed him gently under the hot spray.
"What else do you want?" she asked.
"My prick sucked," he said.
Janice felt weak in her knees. She had never believed she could get so excited simply by her husband telling her to suck his prick. But she was getting excited. Pleasing her husband was almost as much fun as getting pleasured herself. She dropped to her knees in the hard shower stall and took his limp prick between her fingers. She gently kissed the big red head. She felt him start to grow underneath the gentle caress of her fingers and the darting kisses of her tongue.
"Ummmmm," Joe said. "Suck it up fine now," he said.
She opened her mouth and sucked his cock into her lips. She caressed his cock-head gently with her lips, putting her tongue into his tiny hole.
It excited him because his prick grew hard and ready in her mouth.
"All the way now, baby," he said. "Take me in your mouth all the way."
She pushed her mouth forward onto all of his cock. His balls rested against her chin as she started to suck on him. He was getting more and more excited. She tasted a little of his jism.
"Not here," he said.
He reached up and turned off the water. Then he pushed her head away.
"Dry me off," he told her.
She took the towel and waited for him to come out of his shower. She dried his body off and then allowed him to lead her to the bed.
He sat down on the bed and spread apart his legs. She dropped to her knees between them. The door was open. She heard Anne come out of the other bedroom and stop at the open door.
"Very nice," Anne said. "Do you want me to join?"
"That's for later," Joe said. "Right now I'm hungry. Go down and fix us something to eat."
Anne smiled and hurried downstairs.
He pulled Janice's face back to his prick. Once more Janice opened her mouth and took his cock all the way in. She could feel his cock-head pushing against the back of her throat. Never had she loved a man as much as she loved Joe. She would have done anything he commanded of her. She started moving her head rapidly up and down on his hard cock. She knew he wouldn't be able to stand that for long. She was right. He grabbed her head and his hips started jerking.
"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to flood your hot mouth with my cunt' OH JESUS'"
She swallowed his seed quickly to keep from choking. She hadn't believed he would have had much left after the night before but he still flooded her mouth.
He gave her a soft pat on the head as his prick escaped from her mouth.
"Good girl," he said.
*
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* Anne had fixed them a big breakfast of ham and eggs. Janice was finished. She cleaned up her plate and went back for seconds.
Joe leaned back in his chair as Anne cleared the breakfast dishes.
"We have to get some things straight," Joe said.
"We do?" Janice questioned. She felt hands around her heart. She had hoped that Joe might have gotten over his anger. She'd hoped that he would have forgotten about the divorce. Now she could tell that it was still on his mind. .
"I spoke to your mother about divorce last night."
"I know," Janice said.
"How do you feel about that?" Joe asked.
"I wouldn't like it," Janice admitted. "I don't want a divorce."
"Pour me another cup of coffee," he said.
Quickly Janice got up and poured him another steaming cup. He fondled her titty as she sat it down in front of him. She didn't argue as his hands caressed her.
"So you really don't want a divorce," he said.
"Oh no," she said. "I'd do anything to keep from having that happen."
"I don't think I believe that," he said.
"But it's true," she said. "I want to stay here. I'd do anything you wanted."
"Okay," Joe said. "We'll try it for a while. The first thing this morning you move into my bedroom. A man and his wife should sleep together. "
"Yes sir," she said.
"Maybe it'll work out," he said. "I don't know yet."
He pulled her into his lap and let his fingers run over her thigh. He pushed apart her legs and slipped one finger into her cunt.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she admitted.
He kept pushing his finger in and out until she felt hot fires between her legs. Her head went back and she moaned deep in her throat.
His caressing fingers found the tiny bud of her clit and he rubbed it. Each touch of his finger caused an electric spark to jump through her body.
"Oh baby," she moaned.
He bent his head and caressed her nipple with his lips. His tongue flicked at her until both her nipples became swollen with lust. She turned in his lap so that she was sitting astride him. His hard cock was poking the crevice of her buttocks.
She lifted herself up and positioned his cock underneath her. She came down slowly, deliciously, on his hard, throbbing rod. "Oh God," she moaned.
He went deep into her and she started rocking gently up and down on his prick. She mashed her titties flat against his hard, muscular chest. She felt waves of pleasure wash rhythmically through her with each deep stroke of his cock.
"Ummmm, Joe," she moaned. "You know how to make a girl feel good. Ummmm, Joe."
"Come here," Joe told Anne.
Anne came close to him and Joe reached out to caress her nipple. He kept caressing her until both her nipples became rock hard. He dropped his hand to her hairy red bush.
"Open your legs," he said.
Anne spread her legs apart and allowed him to slip one finger into the moist cavern of her hot pussy. She moaned and started moving up and down on his finger.
"Hot damn," Joe said. "This feels good. Why didn't I try this before?"
Janice felt her excitement begin to increase and she started bouncing up and down on his cock faster. She could feel her hot juices lubricating his cock. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand the pace for long.
"Oh Jesus, I'm comingggg!" Janice moaned. "You've got such a fine cock, Joe! You're making me come! Oh Jesus, Joeeeeee!"
She went weak as the waves of pleasure rocked her. She kept bouncing up and down until the trembling in her body stopped.
"Now it's Momma's turn," Joe said.
He slowly but firmly pushed Janice off his cock. He stood up and took Anne by the hand. He bent Anne over the table so that her wet pussy was easily gotten at.
"You have a beautiful cunt," Joe said.
"Stick your cock in it," Anne moaned. "Please put your hard cock in it."
Joe did. He gave one hard plunge and buried his shaft to the hilt in Anne's pussy. He started fucking her in deep, violent strokes that rocked Anne's body.
Janice could see that her mother was enjoying his fucking. A look of deep satisfaction was on her mother's face at each stroke of his cock.
"Oh Jesus'" Anne moaned. "I'm so hot. I'm so hot. I don't think I can stand it. Oh Jesus, I'm going to come. I'm going to comeeeeeee."
Joe was only moments behind her as his body trembled and he slammed his meaty cock deep into her pussy. Janice reached beneath them and fondled his balls as he poured his cum into her mother's willing cunt.
"AhhhhhhhhhhhMMMMMM," Anne moaned.
Janice was satisfied. She wasn't going to get divorced and she was happy with her new forceful husband. Things were going to be very nice around there.
Chapter Eleven
"I have to know if you mean what you say," Joe said.
"What do you mean?" Janice asked.
It had been three weeks since Joe had caught Janice and her mother together. They had been wonderful weeks for Janice. She found herself really enjoying being told what to do by her husband.
"I have to know if you really mean what you say when you say you'll do anything for me."
"But of course I do," Janice said positively.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," she answered.
"Then tonight I want you to dress in your sexiest outfit. Perhaps that red pants outfit you had on when I came home."
"Are we going out?" Janice asked.
"No," he said. "Someone is coming here." Janice wondered what he meant, but Joe was being tight-lipped about his plans for the evening. She could get nothing out of him except that he was really going to find out 'if she meant what she said.
It was curious. Janice could hardly wait until she found out what he wanted. She waited until an hour before the guest or guests were supposed to arrive and then she took a long shower, perfumed herself, and dressed in the pants outfit.
She understood that her husband wanted her to look sexy, so she wore no bra. She studied herself in the mirror. She could see the outline of her nipples through the pants outfit.
She certainly looked sexy enough to please anyone.
Her husband had music playing when she came downstairs. Soft sexy music.
"Well," Janice asked him. "How do I look?"
"Very nice," he said.
"Won't you tell me who's coming?" Janice asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," he said. "I've thought about this a long while and I think that this is a suitable way of finding out your true feelings as well as giving you a little punishment."
"Why do you want to punish me?" she asked in alarm. "Haven't I been good lately?"
"Lately you have," he admitted. "But there was a long time before that when you put me through hell. I always wanted to feel you and you wouldn't let me. You were like a log to fuck, you just lay there and did nothing. I have to give you something back for all of that. "
"What?" she asked.
She was beginning to get a little alarmed. She didn't like the look in Joe's eyes. She knew she couldn't refuse him anything, but she was beginning to worry about what he was going to ask her to do.
The front doorbell rang.
"There's the first of our guests," Joe said, with a wicked smile. "Show him in."
Janice went to the door and opened it. She was shocked by the man who stood there. He looked like a wino. His clothes were dirty and he smelled of alcohol. There was a stub of a three or four day beard on his chin.
"Wow," he said. "You're just like your husband said."
"Won't you come in," Janice said.
She was really afraid now. This was the first of the guests. Would the others be worse or better? Surely her husband couldn't expect her to do anything with these horrible men.
There were three more men who arrived during the next half hour. All of them looked like rejects of society. They were all foul smelling and dirty.
"That's the last of them," Joe said, as she showed the fourth man into the living room. "Fix him a nice drink."
Janice fixed the drinks with wary eyes on her husband. He seemed to be enjoying himself although she couldn't understand why. Surely he wasn't planning anything to happen with the four ugly men.
Joe turned the music a little louder.
"Bring me a drink, darling," Joe said.
She brought a drink to him and he sipped it. "You do make a nice drink," he said.
"Joe?" she questioned. "What are you doing?"
"I'm doing nothing, darling," he said. "You see, I promised the men a show."
"A show?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"What kind of show?" she asked.
"Why you," he said. "You are the show. You're going to dance for them. You're going to show them your magnificent tits and your creamy ass. Dance for them, Janice."
It was exactly what she had been afraid of. Yet she knew she couldn't refuse him. This was to be her punishment instead' of divorce.
"Okay," she shrugged. "If it's what you want."
"It's what I want," he said.
She stood up straight and walked to the center of the living room. She could feel the four men's dirty eyes undressing her already. She started to move seductively to the music.
"Take it off," one said. "Take it off and let us see what you've got."
She unbuttoned her pants and skimmed them down her legs trying to keep time to the music. She heard their gasps as they saw her flimsy red panties. She kicked her pants off and did a turn so that they could see all of her body.
"Hot damn," one wino said. "You sure got a nice ass; I ain't seen one like that in a long time."
She kept dancing as she unbuttoned her red blouse and pulled it off. Her titties were bared to their eyes as she dropped the blouse to the floor.
"The panties," one wino gasped. "Take off the panties. Goddamn, will you look at that!"
She skimmed out of the panties and felt their hot eyes devouring her body. She turned and swayed to the music, making sure they got their eyes full of her luscious body.
"Goddamn," a wino said. "I've got to feel. Can I have a feel, Bud?"
With her eyes Janice begged Joe to stop things before they went any farther. Joe smiled and shrugged his broad shoulders. He took another sip of his drink.
"Sure," Joe said. "Have fun, boys."
"Come here, honey," the wino said.
Janice felt as if her legs were going to give out any minute as she walked to the wino. His dirty hand touched her flesh. He ran his fingers from her shoulder down to her full titties and he grasped her there.
"Hot damn," he said. "I ain't felt nothing like these in a long time."
He pulled her closer and she almost gagged as his lips bent to kiss her nipple. She could feel no response in herself as his lips slobbered over her , nipple.
She knew that her revulsion was what Joe wanted. He wanted her to hate it. He wanted her to be sickened by it so that he could really feel that she was being punished. And so that he could really feel that he owned her completely.
"Oh shit," the wino said. "I'm hard, baby. I really am hard."
"Suck him off," Joe demanded. "Get down on your knees and suck him off."
Janice looked at her husband. She told herself that she couldn't do it. She couldn't. But she found herself dropping to her knees and fumbling with the drunk's zipper. His dirty red cock sprang out and again she was almost gagged by the rich smell.
Her stomach turned over but she controlled it as she opened her mouth and took his cock into her wet, moist mouth. She sucked him deep and started moving her head rapidly up and down on his prick. She knew she couldn't stand sucking him for long. She would be forced to gag so she tried to get him finished off as quickly as possible. It was really fast because the drunk had not had a woman in a long time.
Almost before she went down on him the third time he was coming in her mouth.
"Oh FUCKING SHIT!" he yelled. "IT'S GOOOOOOOOOD."
She swallowed quickly to keep from gagging. She kept her mouth there until he had finished trembling. Then she took her mouth away and looked to Joe for approval.
"The rest of them," Joe said.
She knew he meant what he said. She stood up and moved to the next drunk. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock into her mouth. This one smelled no better and he took longer to come. Her jaws were hurting by the time his prick erupted thickly into her mouth.
She got up wearily and moved to the third drunk. She was lucky with him. He wanted pussy. She bent over the footstool and he slammed his cock into her pussy. With about three strokes he was finished and her thighs were sticky with his cum.
Then there was only one to go. She had to suck this one and it was a tiresome experience. Her jaws felt as if they were going to falloff by the time he came. She was weary in every bone. She kept asking herself how Joe could do something like this to her.
"SHIT," the wino cried. "OH SHIT!"
His hot cum went into mouth and she swallowed it with a sigh of relief. She could hardly move and she stretched out on the floor.
Then she faced the final humiliation, for her husband actually paid them money for using her.
Joe showed them to the door and then he came back. He stood over and unbuckled his trousers. He had gotten hard from watching.
She spread her legs and allowed him to use her. He was able to last longer than the drunks but not long enough to get any response out of her. She was just too exhausted.
Finally she felt his hot cum pour into her. "That was good," he said, patting her on the head. "And I think you've learned your lesson."
"Yes," Janice said. "I'm yours. Completely yours. For anything you want."
