Reaching down between Pauline's nakedly spread legs, David grasped the thickly pulsing hardness of his cock and placed its throbbing head directly in line with her quivering little cunthole. Then, with a flexing of his naked ass, he fucked hard and deep up inside the redhead's juicy pussy ...
"Oooooohhhh, God," Roxie Ann Weston moaned as she closed the book and hid it in her bathroom drawer. "I wish George would fuck my pussy like that! My cunt is so hot ... I probably shouldn't be reading books like this ... God ... if George ever found out ... it's bad enough that I work in a place that sells them ..."
"Roxie Ann, would you get out of the bathroom ... you've been in there for ages!" her husband called from the hall. The pretty young blonde sighed, wishing she had the time to make George fuck her this morning, then opened the door and walked out into the hallway and into the kitchen.
George Weston looked up from his cup of coffee at her and his eyes flew open in surprise. "What kind of a dress is that, for Christsakes!" he hurled suddenly at his young wife, his voice harsh and angry. "You don't look like a wife ... you look like a ... a ... whore ...!"
"Whatever do you mean, George?" Roxie Ann queried tauntingly, her big eyes flashing, and her fingers drumming nervously on the countertop by the coffee pot.
"It's almost obscene!" George raged, his eyes roaming over his wife's voluptuously curved figure, accentuated to perfection by the soft clinging fabric of the pale blue cotton dress. The fluid cut of the garment emphasized the upswept line of her large, ripe tits. The tight skirt seemed to accent the sensuous fullness of her smoothly curved ass. "It's too tight and I can even see your nipples sticking out!" he continued to rail as he finished his breakfast.
"Well. I can't help it." Roxie Ann sighed, checking her leather shoulder bag to make sure she had everything. "Bobby said we were to wear sexy clothes to work ...!"
"Bobby this! Bobby that! I'm sick of hearing about your goddamned Bobby Estrada. If you paid half as much attention to what I say as you do to Bobby --"
"For Christsakes, George," Roxie Ann interrupted wearily, "don't hassle me like that. We've been through it all before!"
"You don't even have time to listen to me anymore," George enjoined bitterly, "ever since you got that goddamned job. No good woman would work in a place like that!"
"You're really hung up about sex, George. Why don't you loosen up a bit?"
"Why the hell should you care?" George growled savagely. "After all, if I can't satisfy you, you have plenty of customers who can at that fucking sex-shop!"
"Well ... well ..." the pretty blonde stammered angrily, but before she could retort, George had gone, slamming the front door behind him vehemently. Roxie Ann knew, from the violent gunning of the car motor, that he was still seething. Well, I can't help it, she assured herself, it's his fault for being such a prude about sex! The pretty young blonde put on her make-up carefully, standing at the bathroom mirror, and once again cursed the dim, inadequate lighting. She promised herself that with her very next pay check, she'd get one of those special makeup mirrors, with different lighting for day wear, bright lights and candlelight. That was one of the reasons she should work she told herself as she deftly applied the soft blue eye shadow to her lids, bringing out the velvety hue of her eyes, already deepened by the color of her dress. It's being able to buy the luxuries she had to do without before. She lit a cigarette and then applied dark mascara liberally, added colorless lip gloss that Faye, the other girl in the Sexx Shoppe who had become her girlfriend at work, had recommended to compliment her blonde, wheat-colored hair and flawless ivory skin.
Although it was her second week at work, she could hardly believe that she was actually working at The Sexx Shoppe, the fabulous new adult bookstore that had opened on Paletter Avenue near where she lived. When she saw the ad looking for a pretty girl for help, she had decided to apply, feeling deep down that she hadn't a hope of being selected. Her hopes had plummeted even further when she saw the group of girls waiting for an interview. Tall girls, just as pretty as she was, with sexy clothes, and she felt dumpy and old-fashion in her tailored pantsuit, wishing fervently that she had had the courage to buy a completely new wardrobe, whether George liked it or not. Still, to her astonishment, she had landed the job, even though she had no experience, especially with selling adult books and novelty items, and she had been thrilled and pleased, bursting to tell George. She'd never forget, she was sure, his anger when she told him, and at first, he had absolutely refused to allow her to accept it.
"But it's only a job!" she wailed, "and I get so bored at home!"
"A wife should be at home, taking care of it, making things pleasant for her husband, being there when he returns from work in the evening. Besides, I'm not going to have a wife of mine working in a place like that!"
A whole week of seemingly interminable arguments had followed, culminating in bitter, angry silences, but she had persisted, determined to finish what she had decided on. So George finally tacitly relented, and although he was generally silent on the subject, once she'd started, arguments occasionally flared, like the one this morning.
Sighing, she collected her purse from downstairs and let herself out of the house. Her spirits rose when she saw the car, an egg-shell blue Mustang fast-back, ordinary, but to her, the joy of her life. George had bought it for her before she'd even thought of getting a job, for her twenty-first birthday in fact, and now Roxie Ann wondered what she'd do without it. Although the sex shop wasn't far, she preferred to drive, and steered the car down the road, veering off to the right to join the highway that led to Paletter Avenue.
The feeling of excitement Roxie had on her first day of work had never left her and she experienced it again now. In fact, it was something like the sensations she had felt on her wedding night waiting anxiously but excitedly for George to fuck her pussy for the first time ever. And she recalled how thrilled she was to be in the store while dozens of male customers had come in to look through the racks of nude magazines, the books and the novelties beneath the glass in the counters. At first Roxie Ann had been shocked and embarrassed by the displays, and wished that she could be casual about them. On that first day, she had never guessed that one day, she; Roxie Ann Weston, would be at home in the adult bookstore, looking almost as sexy and cool as Faye herself. But that day did come, before her first week was over. It was now becoming much rarer for her to blush scarlet everytime a male customer asked her for a dildo or a cock-ring, or even purchased a book.
There was no one at the shop when Roxie Ann arrived, and she opened it up, putting the new books in order, checking that price and size tags were in place on all the electric dildos before putting on the coffee pot in the back room. There were actually two rooms in the back, one used for storage, the other as sort of lounge and office, where Bobby Estrada, the owner of the shop, usually spent his time when he was there.
Roxie Ann was on duty on mornings and afternoons in alternate weeks and her girlfriend, Faye, worked at The Pink Pussycat bar when Roxie Ann was here in the shop, so that Roxie often had to open the place up alone. That was the time she liked best, before the customers came in and when she had the shop to herself. Then her imagination ran riot. She would thumb through the magazines and look at all the pictures of naked men and women fucking in every conceivable position ... God, sometimes her pussy got so hot she could barely stand it!
How could she help it ... how could any normal woman not get all horny?
But this morning, she really wasn't in a mood for daydreaming about sex. Her argument ,with George had left her more upset than she liked to admit, and she listlessly waited for the coffee to finish perking. If only he'd understand that she needed this diversion, needed some outside stimulus in order to keep her sanity. But nothing she did or said seemed to get this point across to him, and he doggedly stuck to his belief that a married woman shouldn't work, especially in an adult bookstore!
Roxie Ann tried to tell him that this was an archaic notion, but he wouldn't listen, and she knew that he resented her independence. He expected her to obey him, or at least to take his advice, but she wasn't made that way. She was a modern woman, accustomed to going her own way and taking care of herself, and the shackles of a marriage in which the husband believed the wife should be subordinate were proving too much for her ... and the least he could do was fuck her more!
Roxie Ann felt tears pricking at her eyes as her thoughts dwelt on the discordancy between her and George, but she quickly quelled them when Bobby, the owner, strode into the shop. With barely a good-morning, he made his way into the back room. After that, Roxie Ann had no more time to think, for her boss' arrival seemed to herald an avalanche of male customers and she was kept busy until around noon, when there was a lull. The pretty blonde was finally able to snatch a cup of coffee she had made earlier for Bobby, knowing that all would be relatively quiet until the lunch hour rush, when Faye would be there to help her.
But somehow, Roxie Ann couldn't banish the empty and lonely gnawing which tremored in her stomach and her brain, weighted down with deep, unyielding depression ... not to mention that her pussy was still aching for George's cock! The pretty young blonde knew her feelings were a direct result of the quarrel she'd had with George, and a stab of self-loathing irked her as she remembered her earlier resolution to refrain from arguing with her husband. But somehow she couldn't control herself when he started nagging at her, and her defense of her job took on the aspect of a defense of her basic feminine rights. She wished with all her heart that things were right between herself and George, but she just didn't seem to have the knack of keeping the peace between them. The disharmony in their marriage was all the more glaring in comparison with the wonderful rapport they had when they were first married.
But Roxie Ann could hardly bear to think about those early days now, a time which seemed so far away and somehow so unattainable again. Tears pricked at her eyes as the young blonde recalled the almost incredible happiness she experienced, the unbelievable joy of just being with George. They never seemed to argue or fight then, they just naturally agreed with what the other said and wanted. How different it was from now, when they could barely say hello to one another!
Suddenly, a strange thrill shuddered through her cunt as she recalled, with vivid clarity, the long, endless nights of fucking during the early days of their marriage, when the very touch of George's hand on her hotly quivering body sent shocks of ecstasy coursing through her, when she trembled in anticipation as his mouth smashed down on hers, how her naked pussy pulsed with eager anticipation. Yes, how different it is all now ... George never seemed to kiss or caress her anymore, and as for fucking, what they did now could hardly be called fucking!
Roxie Ann tried to steer her thoughts away from a subject which caused such unrest and longing in her cunt. God, she was still hot ... why couldn't George be the lover he was when they were first married? Of course, he had never gone overboard in that department, but at least, Roxie Ann managed to cum every other time he fucked her. Those times seemed too few and far between nowadays, and she longed for more fucking. What in the world was the matter with George, anyway? Didn't he love her anymore? Wasn't she sexually attractive to him? And he was so old-fashioned! They hardly ever tried fucking in different positions -- when they did fuck! Whenever she would try to bring the subject up, he would tell her to stop being so filthy minded and act like a lady, if she could, he would sometimes sarcastically add. Oh, why couldn't George be less hung-up about sex? Why couldn't he be more ... liberated?
Suddenly, the unhappy blonde's eyes caught the title of a book over on one of the racks. THE SEX-HUNGRY. She walked from behind the counter, and picked it up. The cover had a photograph of a young woman, a blonde just like herself, being ravished by three different men at the same time! And by the look on her face, she was loving it! "Oh, I wish it were me," Roxie Ann whispered hotly under her breath. "I wish someone would fuck me like that ..."
Looking around to make sure the store was empty, Roxie Ann took the book back behind the counter with her and sat down on the stool. She might as well keep busy, since business was slow, she thought, and began to thumb through the book, stopping at the center of one of the pages and began to read:
"Ooooooohhhhh ... fuck it to me ... fuck it to me, Charlie!" Betsy wailed. "It feels so good ... please give it to me, hard ... ram that big, huge prick of yours up into my hot pussy!" she begged, tossing her head wildly back on the car-seat.
Unconsciously, Roxie Ann began opening and closing her legs as she read on:
Answering her plea, the truck driver increased the tempo of his cunt-stretching lunges, fucking his long, hard cock into her nakedly spread cunt with a maniacal force that pushed the wide-split rim of her pink pussy-flesh forward on the in-fuck and then pulled it outward like a bellows on the outstroke.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm ..." Roxie Ann moaned; she could almost feel how wonderful it felt!
Each thrust of his powerful prick drove her wetly clasping cunt walls in rippling waves before the angry thickness of his deeply fucking cock, and there was no stopping it. The truck driver's balls smacked loudly again and again into her upturned ass cheeks until it sounded all through the quiet lonely night. He fucked into her without mercy, slamming up into her cock stuffed cunt with such brutal lust that she screamed again and again with desire for more.
"Oh God, Goddddddd!" Roxie Ann mewled, utterly lost in the salacious novel, her lovely face twisted and flushed, perspiration breaking out on her upper lip. She was grinding her cunt hard down on the stool now, and her toes were curling, her legs trembling ...
And then, suddenly, Roxie Ann was interrupted by the entrance of a young couple who wanted to look at some Danish magazines. God, she hoped they hadn't noticed how hot and flushed she was when she had slammed the novel closed!
"Davey wants me to get more into oral sex," the young woman said, feeling the need to explain. "He says I could get to be really expert in fucking if I could just learn a few pointers."
Despite herself, Roxie Ann blushed. As she showed the couple the selection of magazines, she couldn't suppress a pang of envy as she looked at them, obviously enthralled with each other. And how lucky the young woman was to have a husband who was so ... so interested in sex! Why, they looked as though they must fuck at least once or twice a day! And they looked so happy ... so much in love.
Self-pity welled up in her as she wrapped the three magazines they had bought, two on oral sex, and watched them leave, hand in hand, oblivious to everything and everybody but themselves.
A couple of male customers came in just then, but only to browse through the books and Roxie Ann found her thoughts running rampant once more. Ever since they had been married their sex life had undergone a subtle, down-hill change and Roxie Ann didn't know what to do about it. At first, she'd tried to pretend that things were the same, but it was no use. It seemed to her as if George had adopted another personality, dark, forbidding, and old-fashioned. He began to criticize her, her clothes, her housekeeping, her sexual demands, until she thought she'd go insane. It was then that she decided to get a job, when she thought she had to assert herself, in the outside world, if not at home. She couldn't understand her husband's objection to her job, to her clothes, even to her liberal outlook on sex and life in general. As she glanced down at her tight outfit, she saw that it was a bit outrageous, and a bit too revealing, but it was tame compared to what some of her friends wore ... especially Faye. But George could never see that. He seemed to think she was the only woman in the whole town who acted free and liberated. Of course, she couldn't help feeling a little glad at the realization that he was jealous of other men looking at her in the scanty clothes, but she did wish that his jealousy wasn't so acute or that he could show his affections in other ways. He must still love her if he was jealous ... but why didn't he fuck her more often?
Each thrust of his powerful prick drove her wetly clasping cunt walls in rippling waves before the angry thickness of his deeply fucking cock ...
The pussy-exciting scene from the book she had been reading behind the counter inserted itself into her consciousness, and once more, Roxie Ann found her pussy becoming hot and hungry for a cock ... and love! What did she know about it these days? It certainly seemed to have gone out of her life altogether. Think it over! There was nothing else to do but remember the times when she had thrilled to George's expert lovemaking, how her cunt had reverberated with the vibrancy of his passion, how she had sighed under his kisses and caresses. It had always irked George that she had hardly ever been able to cum ... but in spite of that, she had always been able to enjoy her husband's cock. Then why this terrible lull in their sex life, this complete halt in sexual activity? They hadn't fucked in over three weeks, ever since she had insisted, once and for all, that she was going to take the job at the adult book store. An ache persisted somewhere deep in her cunt, emphasizing the longing she already felt. In over two years of marriage, she had become accustomed to regular fucking, and now her body missed it, needed it, craved it.
He fucked into her pussy without mercy, slamming into her cock-stuffed cunt with such brutal lust that she screamed again and again ...
The throbbing words went over and over in her depressed mind, adding to her sexual frustration and whipping up responsive palpitations of lust and unhappiness. Oh George, what's happening to us, her dazed mind wondered feebly. Where would it all end? If she gave up her job, would that help? What was the matter with them, their marriage? If only their sex life was all right, everything else would correct itself.
Roxie Ann remembered, with a flush of shame, how, just the other night, she had tried to get George to fuck her, and how he had roughly pushed her aside and turned over, falling asleep almost immediately. Hot tears had washed down her face and she was consumed with humiliation. Her pussy was aching so badly for his huge prick and he had rejected her. Still worse than that, was the terrible memory of the last time they had actually fucked. She squeezed her eyes shut at the memory of it, but the taunting image of herself, supine beneath her husband, was indelibly etched there. She could remember it clearly, every minute of it ...
She had timidly approached George, her hand trailing across his chest as he lay in bed beside her.
"George, you haven't fucked me in weeks ..." she purred hotly, her lips brushing against his cheek and dropping to trace behind his ear. Her own cunt felt moist and trembling, her pussy pulsing in tremulous anticipation.
"Look baby, I'm pretty beat ..." he'd replied, and Roxie Ann knew she shouldn't press it, but she couldn't help it ... she was horny!
She had just spent the last fifteen minutes in the bathroom reading a novel she had brought home called HOT FOR SEX.
"Oh, sweetheart, please," she'd continued, "I'm all hot for it ... please, darling ..."
George had looked at her strangely for a moment before moving over and reaching out for her.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhh ...!" she sighed with ecstasy as his hands roamed over her sensuously trembling titties, his fingers caressing and rubbing the throbbing hardness of her nipples, the rounded and smooth curve of her hips; before dropping still lower and slipping between the soft satiny flesh of her inner thighs. Roxie's cunt was already wet, and her free flowing pussy juices moistened the back of his hand as he stroked her erotically itching cunt, and she had mewled with pleasure as chills of excitement shot through her.
His body felt hard and hot against hers and his breath was quickening as he buried his head in the valley between her hugely pulsing titties, his mouth closing in on first one and then the other of her ripe, bursting nipples. She could feel the thick, heavy length of his prick as it lay against her thigh, the head rubbery and pounding with passion and eagerly she spread her legs, offering him full access to the warm, pulsating little hole of her curl-rimmed cunt.
Roxie Ann flinched as she felt his huge cock head pressing against the soft, sensitive flesh of her naked pussy, felt the insistent nudge as it positioned itself against the pinkish skin, and then gasped because with a sudden movement, George lurched forward and imbedded his hardened cock halfway up inside her nakedly waiting cunt. Then, suddenly, he began to fuck in and out of her with deep unyielding strokes and tears burned her eyes as she realized that his crude entry had driven away all her tender, passionate feelings. It wasn't fair ... she couldn't help feeling that he had done it on purpose, aroused her by his gentle foreplay and then entered her as if he was a rutting animal and she, nothing more than a plaything. It just wasn't right ... and his prick felt like a pile driver inside her, hot and throbbing, inflated with lust, as he fucked into her mercilessly, spreading her thighs wide apart with his legs, until she thought she'd scream from the pain, bruising the tender inner membranes of her cunt walls with his fiercely fucking cock, until her whole body felt tortured and aching.
"My pussy isn't wet enough ...!" she pleaded, desperately trying to extricate herself from his brutal ravishing of her naked cunt. "Stop fucking me!"
"What?" he'd snarled viciously, "you were the one who wanted to fuck, sweetie!"
His obscene word and savage taunt were the last straw for Roxie Ann and loud, wracking sobs had convulsed her body at the same time as the floodgates of George's animal-like lust were opened and he gushed his white hot jism deep into her unready belly, drowning her unresponsive pussy walls with the rush of boiling cock juices. At last, he'd slipped his deflated prick from her, his cock now limp and useless, and in a minute, Roxie Ann had heard his heavy, even breathing ... he had fallen asleep!
Roxie Ann jerked herself back to the present as another customer came in. With a sigh of relief, she saw that it was almost one. Only another few minutes and Faye would be here. She rang up the sales of the man, who was uncomfortable and nervous, obviously embarrassed at buying the adult material ... and even though Roxie Ann smiled and thought his embarrassment was cute, she still couldn't shake loose the debasing memory of the other night, and determined that no matter what happened in the future, she wouldn't be the one to make the first move, not after the way her naked pussy had been used like that, as nothing but a lewd receptacle for his cum!
The pretty young blonde sighed. If only George had been as loving as he had been at first, if he'd only continued to stroke and caress her pussy the way he used to, plying her huge titties, her most sensitive erogenous zone, with hot, throbbing kisses, fondled her thighs and hips and shoulders in that tender, gentle way he had. But instead he had turned into a vicious robot, intent only on punishing her with his crudely driving cock!
It had been so wonderful at first that Roxie Ann had cried out with joy every time he fucked her no longer cherry-pussy. God, she could hardly wait until George came home from work every day! Even now she could still recall the tremendous physical thrill of George's thick cock, the exciting swirls of heat which had flurried through her curl-rimmed pussy, the rapidly rising tempo of her breath, the hot blood pulsing passionately through her body.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh ... oooooohhhhh ... yes ..." the pretty blonde sighed aloud, her eyes closed, her body trembling and squirming on the stool to her own self-generated passionate rhythm.
"You really got a hot cunt working here, don't you?"
The deep masculine voice was like a shower of cold water and Roxie Ann's eyes flew open to find Dave Martel, a frequent customer, staring quizzically at her, his hands on the glass counter. A fiery flame rose up to her face and her mouth hinged open stupidly as she stared back at him. How long had he been standing there? God! She wished he'd stop looking at her titties like that, in that strange, almost lewd way. Then, his eyes roamed hungrily over her entire body and his mouth was twisted in a lascivious grin.
"You know, that's what that thing is for," he drawled, his hand pointing to a huge plastic dildo covered with little rubber spikes displayed inside the glass of the counter top. "When a gal gets all hot and she doesn't have a man."
Roxie Ann was so embarrassed, she didn't know what to say, so she just stared at him, with her mouth open.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about!" the beautiful blonde stammered, lowering her eyes and not knowing where to look ... everywhere she looked in the shop there were sexual novelties and photos of naked cunts and cocks, adding to her embarrassment.
"When a chick sighs the way you did just now, wiggling her cunt around and moaning, there's only one thing she can be thinking about and that's fucking!"
Roxie Ann's blush faded to a shocked pallor as she stared numbly at the man. God, was it so obvious to him that she was thinking about fucking? Stay calm ... so what if he knew ... she was cool and open about sex, she tried to tell herself.
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your ... ah ... amorous reverie, but did those magazines from Copenhagen about fetishes come in? They were due in this month, or so Faye said."
"I -- I don't know ... but I'll check!" she managed, thankful to change the subject.
"I'm particularly interested in fetishes, you know ... and picked up a chick last month at the Cowgirl. She was really into feet ... I fucked her with my toes, and then let her suck them ..."
"I'll check in the back!" Roxie Ann gasped. Oh God ... maybe she wasn't as cool and as liberated about sex as she thought she was ...
Chapter Two
"Hey, lover-boy, my name's Maria. You wanna come on up to my place and have some whoopee? It's real cheap ..."
George Weston turned on the sidewalk in front of the department store where he worked and stared at the voluptuous young brunette whose hand was holding eagerly onto- his sleeve. Her hair was piled high on her head and her big brown eyes were very dark with make-up. "W-what ...?" he stammered, unable to keep his eyes off her huge tits. God, they were as big as Roxie Ann's!
"I said, you wanna get balled ... you look like you're pussy-hungry, mister, and I'm kind of hungry myself ..."
"N-no ..." he said as he shrugged her hand off his arm, but was still unable to keep his eyes off her, and he could feel the rising churning of his cock from the excitement that was quivering inside him.
"If you're not into pussy today, I can give you a real good head," she purred, her huge tits heaving and her smooth, ripely curved ass cheeks waving enticingly. George swallowed nervously and looked around on the street in case anyone he and Roxie Ann knew might be passing by. It just wouldn't look right, him talking to a streetwalker, and a young one at that. God, she couldn't be any older than eighteen at the most, despite all her make-up and elaborate hair-do.
"... and if you're not into pussy at all, why I got this great little contraption -- a dildo -- I picked up at this place called The Sexx Shoppe ... I can strap it on and really make your ass purr ..."
"W-what!" George almost shouted. God, what the fuck did she think he was, a goddamn queer? First his own wife thinks he's less than a man just because he doesn't go for all those perverted positions, and now this little slut offering to fuck him in the ass with a dildo she bought in the goddamn store his own wife works in! It was just too much! Roxie Ann probably even sold the disgusting thing to her in the first place!
The look of sudden rage on the older man's face made the young brunette hooker's face pale, and she quickly turned, walking away from him, knowing she had made a grave mistake. But George, his eyes fastened on her luscious ass cheeks as she walked away, began to feel his cock lurch hotly in his pants, and his rage suddenly turned into lust, so he began to follow her. Goddamn, he thought, he would fuck her. He'd go up to her place and fuck the living shit out of her! If only he could catch up ... but she rounded the corner, and by the time he was there a moment later, the gorgeous young brunette was nowhere to be seen. A sickening thud of disappointment slammed at him and he suppressed an oath. His cock had really gotten hot for the lovely little whore and he knew that some time spent in her company would dispel the terrible despondency which was threatening to engulf him completely. Unhappily he headed for his car, his brain churning with his seething emotions.
For a brief moment, he had been in another world when he had been talking to the girl, and with the prospect of . fucking her, and now nothing but disillusion. Of course, he'd seen pretty girls before, real stunners, but somehow, this one suddenly had seemed to be the embodiment of freedom and passion, the only one who really caught his attention. And now, there was nothing but to go home ... to Roxie Ann! Automatically, his hands tightened around the steering wheel and his teeth ground together as he thought about his wife. Their early morning quarrel still weighed heavily on him, and poisoned his reaction to everything. He couldn't help it ... everything she did or said seemed to annoy him and he couldn't refrain from getting really pissed at her. He couldn't understand why she had to take that disgusting job, when she knew how dead set he was against it. After all, she doesn't need to work. Christ, most wives would be glad not to have to!
George had to admit to himself that it hurt to think that he was the only guy at work at the department store whose wife went out to work. Even Mike Schmidt, who was only working part time and going to college as well, had a little woman who was happy to stay home in the apartment all day. Why couldn't Roxie Ann take up painting or cooking? He had tried to fight it, but there was no denying that he felt a sense of inadequacy when his young wife was out earning money, as if what he made wasn't enough ... and then her job in that awful sex shop selling all those damned books and contraptions, just like the one the young whore was telling him about. God! And all those male customers ... what if one of their friends came in ... what would he think? He tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen, and George knew he would never be able to live it down.
He accelerated down the highway, his anger mounting. The most cutting thing of all was the way Roxie Ann made his inadequacy follow through into their fucking. Sure, she responded after a fashion, but somehow, he always felt as if he had let her down some way; just as he didn't provide enough money or excitement for her, his prick wasn't enough for her, either. The damned little bitchl I'm sick and tired of her griping, he swore bitterly to himself as he steered off on to their side road, the tires crunching as he made the turn without slowing down. He slammed the car door as he got out and hurriedly made for the back door that led into the kitchen. Roxie Ann wasn't there. Then, he heard a low moan coming from the living room.
"Oooooohhhh ... oooooohhhhh ... yes ... do it to me ... oooohhhhhh ... fuck my hot pussy ... tickle my clitty ..."
What the fuck was going on? he thought, making his way into the other room. Roxie Ann hadn't seen him yet, and George couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at her, anger and shock rendering him speechless, a dull flush straining his face.
His wife was sitting on the sofa reading a paperback. The orange dress she was wearing was bunched up around her waist, her white lace panties were down around her knees and her fingers were playing with her naked pussy and she was moaning aloud as she read from the book!
"Ooooohhhhhh, yesssssssss ... yessssssss ... yyeeeesssss ... do it to meeeeee ... ooooohhhhhhh ... tickle my clitty like that and then ... oooohhhhh ... oohh ... fuck me with that big prick of yours ..." the shamelessly aroused blonde moaned hotly, still unaware that her husband was standing only a few feet away watching her finger-fuck her own naked cunt.
"What are you doing!" George suddenly yelled, unable to watch the lewd scene any longer. His eyes were blazing.
"Oooooohhhh!" Roxie Ann screeched; the book flew out of her hand and landed on the carpet. "Ooooh, Goodddddd!" She jumped up, but the panties that were pulled down to her knees caused her to trip as she tried to take a step forward, and she landed on the carpet in front of him, her dress still bunched up around her waist and her naked ass cheeks swaying in the air.
"I can't believe that you were doing what I saw you doing!" George bellowed, looking darkly over her.
"Oh, God, you ... you weren't supposed to be home for another hour or so ...!" Roxie Ann managed, struggling to her feet and pulling her panties back up. And then, suddenly becoming defensive, she added "Well, my cunt was getting all hot ..."
"That's no excuse! No decent woman would finger her cunt!" His eyes broke away from her and towards the paperback still lying on the carpet. "What's this! `The Sexpot,' " he read the title. "One of your adult books you sell, no doubt?"
"Oh, George, I ..."
"What's the matter, are you suddenly ashamed of yourself? How long have you been ..."
"Oh, shut up, George, just shut up!" she suddenly screamed. "I happen to like to read about sex ... there's nothing wrong with sex, you know," she added, her voice calming down. "I happen to like it."
"Take that dress off!"
"W-what?"
"I said, take that dress off." The tone of his voice was frightening. What was up his ass now? she wondered. Then, a vengeful gleam came into her eye. She'd show him! Brushing her long blonde hair from her face, she slowly and casually pulled her dress over her head, tossing it in a heap on the floor and stood there for a moment, clad only in white nylon bra and panties. "You never fuck me anymore, so sometimes I have to make my pussy cum with my fingers!" she said, looking him insolently in the eye.
"Why, you little ..." George spluttered after a long moment of silence, as he struggled to force down the overwhelming tide of his crescendoing rage.
"What's the matter with you now? I did what you told me to!" Roxie Ann stormed, turning to face him again.
"You fucking little slut, I've had just about enough of you and your getting sassy! If you think for one --"
"Sassy! Sassy! You talk about insults!" Roxie Ann raged, her face flushing with fury. "You've been treating me like a child for the past few weeks, and now you complain when --"
"A wife is supposed to obey her husband," George sneered vehemently, "or haven't you heard?"
"You want a slave, not a wife!" Roxie Ann spat, her temper unleashed. "Somebody who'll do your bidding and lick your ass in the bargain! Well, I'm not that somebody!"
"Too true, you're not," George snapped, "you've no idea what it's like to be considerate of someone else, let alone obey him!"
"Oh George, let's not go on like this," Roxie Ann sighed irritably, "It's boring!"
"What?" George jeered furiously, "Now I'm boring?"
"Ooooohhhhh," Roxie Ann sobbed in anger, "you think you've got no faults. Well, let me tell you, you've got a thing or two to learn, especially about fucking ...!"
As soon as the words were out, Roxie Ann knew she shouldn't have said them. But she couldn't help herself. She was so irritated by George and embarrassed that he had come home early and caught her finger-fucking her pussy while she read the dirty book.
"H-how do you know?" George snarled savagely, reaching for her roughly, "have you been comparing me with someone else? Have you? Have you been fucking someone else ... maybe a customer!"
"Of course not. Now please let me go, George, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" Roxie Ann wailed, frightened. But it was too late. George's tempestuous anger was aroused and she could see the uncontrollable rage burning in his eyes, manifested in the cruel sneer of his mouth. Oh God, what had she said?
"I'll show you, you bitch!" his voice was harsh and his face livid with rage as he brought up his hand and slapped her hard, jolting her cheekbone as he did so, the force of the slap sending her reeling. She would have fallen had she not been grasped in a vise-like grip.
"Ooooooooowwwwwww ..." she sobbed piteously, desperately squirming as she tried to escape. "Oooowwwwwwwl"
"I've had it with you ..." George snapped through gritted teeth as he shook her mercilessly, as lightly as if she was a rag doll. He was uncontrollable. Everything converged and transformed into a completely enraged automaton, incapable of reason. His frustration at being unable to fuck the young whore, his wife's innuendos about his virility, plus his underlying discontent all worked their venom on him and he was completely in the power of a furious demon of rage.
"God, George ... let me go! I didn't mean it!" Roxie Ann sobbed again, fright like an icy blanket wrapping itself around her. But George seemed implacable. There was something in his face she had never seen before-blind, lustful anger, a rage that it seemed impossible to appease.
"Shut up, you little slut!" he snapped again, turning loathe-filled eyes on her, and then, with startling suddenness, he reached up and yanked off her bra, tearing it from her body in one movement. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her huge naked titties, as if he was seeing them for the first time, and Roxie Ann found herself cringing from the unnatural shame of being half-naked in front of her husband like this. Desperately she tried to shield her nudity with her arm, but George held her firm, guessing her intention, laughing crudely.
"It's a little too late for that, you little whore, isn't it?" he jeered, as he reached down with insolent slowness and pulled off her panties, the last protection of her modesty, leaving her trembling and totally naked. George's eyes dropped immediately to the golden fleece of softly curling cunt hairs between her sculpted thighs, and Roxie Ann could feel his gaze burning into her defenseless cunt-bush. She was quivering visibly, her eyes downcast, helpless to even think of a way to placate her husband. Her mind searched futilely for something to distract him, but she could think of nothing.
"Please, George, let's be reasonable!" she began again hopelessly. "Let's talk about . it calmly and --"
"Quiet! I told you to shut up!" he grated again and, with a growl, began to pull her roughly upstairs to the bedroom.
"What are you doing? No ... stop it!" she moaned helplessly, trying to resist, but powerless against his superior strength.
"I'll show you what I'm doing!" he replied, flinging her towards the bed where she landed in a sprawled heap. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she watched as her husband began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, and she barely suppressed a gasp when she caught sight of the huge cock that shot up like some prehistoric monster when he removed his pants. His prick was fully erect and throbbing with a new kind of violent passion!
The pretty blonde couldn't take her eyes off it! She had never seen it so big, so thick and heavy!
"Well, you slut," he drawled jeeringly, "is this prick big enough for you?"
Roxie Ann blushed from his lurid question and averted her eyes. But what did he have in mind? God! What was he doing to her?
She was aware of George beside her then, his hands roaming roughly over her body, caressing her naked titties, stroking the moist split between her ass cheeks in abrasive gestures, which nonetheless evoked a lusty response in her and she couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement from rippling along the surface of her tingling skin.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt George's fingers tighten on her pussy flesh, and then she found herself being turned around, forced up on her knees, her head pressed downwards. Suddenly, she began to struggle, not knowing what was expected of her, but her resistance only irritated George further and her face was forced further down until her nose and mouth were buried in the red velvet bedspread, her smooth-skinned back arching painfully up to her defensively raised ass cheeks.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" she gasped for breath, feeling suffocated, but there was no respite for her, and Roxie Ann felt a creeping shame at being in this lewd mortifying position, not knowing what her angered husband was going to do, fearful, dreadfully frightened of what he might try.
Then, the young blonde felt his hands on her nakedly trembling ass cheeks, his fingers locked like claws in the soft warm flesh, and she moaned with pain, aware that her naked buttocks were being forced wide apart. The strain was unbearable as he parted her twin cheeks unmercifully and Roxie Ann heard the quick intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice of her asshole came into view.
For a moment, George was immobile. And then Roxie Ann cried out involuntarily as she felt the wet slash of his tongue up between the widespread mounds. Oh no, it was terrible! It was perverted ... but he continued to lick hotly, fervently, along the illicit crevice and Roxie Ann wriggled in desperation, trying to elude the wetly probing organ, but it was to no avail!
"Stop wiggling your ass l" George hissed, and then Roxie Ann moaned again, as she felt the stinging sensation of his teeth sinking into the quivering flesh of her upturned ass cheeks.
"Aarrrrrggghhhhhhhh ... ooooohhh ... stop it! Please stop ... aaaarrrrrgghhhhhhh!" she sobbed as she felt her sensitive flesh being so callously assaulted by his savage bites. At last he stopped, leaving her ass sore and raw from the perverse little nips of his teeth, and Roxie Ann thought, for a brief moment, that relief had come ... but she was wrong. Again she felt her smooth, naked ass cheeks being forced apart from the outward pressure of his thumbs, and then, her eyes bulging in disbelief, she felt the distinct prodding of his finger back there. Oh no ... what was he going to do? She cowered back from the insistent nudging at the tiny rubbery lips of her naked little asshole, terror creeping up her spine like a climbing plant. Fear numbed her mind and paralyzed her limbs and her mouth suddenly felt chalky dry.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Nooooooooooo ..." she wailed suddenly as she experienced a sharp shooting pain which jarred her spinal column and turned her brain into a red blaze of light.
As the first terrible flash of agony subsided she became aware of an intrusion in her rectum and realized with mortified horror what it was! God, he had sunk his finger up to the first knuckle in her ass hole!
George stared down at the smooth white curves of his wife's widespread, trembling ass cheeks, at the subjugating sight of his middle finger partially embedded in her tightly clenched little anus, and grinned savagely to himself. I'll show the snotty little slut ... I'll show her she has a thing or two to learn, and she'll never forget the lesson! He rotated his finger, slowly at first and then with mounting rhythm as he pushed it forward, forcing it past the second knuckle into her soft rubbery asshole, ignoring her sobs of pain, intent only on his lewd mission of humiliation and shaming her. Her ass-walls felt tight and warm and throbbing around his finger and he revelled in the novel sensation of maybe even fucking her there.
Roxie Ann was in an agony of humiliation and pain. It was too much! What he was doing to her was inhuman, sick. With newfound strength, she desperately tried to wriggle free, to dislodge his finger from her asshole, to escape the terrible skewering.
"Stay still, or I swear, I'll ram my whole fist up your snooty little ass hole!" George snarled venomously, and Roxie Ann immediately became motionless. It was no use, she was in his power. She was afraid to arouse him even further, afraid of his terrible anger. There was nothing she could do!
Hot tears coursed down her face and fell unheeded into the mattress. Her body felt cramped and sore but she didn't care. She was being degraded beyond belief, by her own husband, and she didn't care if she never saw another day! After this she would never feel like a human being again. Roxie Ann hardly noticed when George finally withdrew his finger, or when he placed the heavy bulbous length of his pounding cock against the widespread slit. It was hot and vibrating against her nakedly trembling flesh, but she didn't care what happened to her now.
George Weston gazed down proudly at his huge cock poised at the tiny puckered hole, and grinned in satisfaction. Now she's really in for it, he thought with glee, she'll be sorry she ever laughed at me. I'll show her who's the man around here!
Slowly, he positioned his throbbing cock-head against the small, tightly locked circle of her ass, nothing the glaring difference in circumference between it and his cock, but not caring. Revenge was uppermost in his mind, revenge against the woman he loved but who was so scornful of him. If he wasn't in love with her he wouldn't care what she thought or said, but that was not the case. He loved her more than anything ...
And then maddeningly, with an angry growl, George Weston surged forward, forcing his huge thick cock against the small cringing opening, trying to insert it, but he couldn't. "Unnggghhhl" he nudged again, and then heard Roxie Ann's stifled gasp of pain as he rammed forward, but it wouldn't go inl With a disgusted oath, he hesitated a second, and then, blinded with perverse lust and driven on by insatiable fury, he slammed forward with all his might, heedless of everything but the overpowering need to punish the helplessly cringing woman kneeling before him ...
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiii! Aaaiiiiiiiii! Oh George, not my asshole ... aaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!!!" Her shrill cry reverberated throughout the bedroom as with tremendous effort he managed to pop just the rubbery head of his huge cock inside the vainly resisting ring. Then, with a grunt, he held it there a moment, before flexing his hip muscles and beginning to push forward again.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii ... ooooohhhhhh ... nooooooooo ... oooooohhhhhhh ..." Roxie Ann begged again, her nakedly curved ass cheeks levered up off the mattress from the brutal in-fucks, her face flattened piteously into the bedspread. Pain was predominant in her body, overriding all other sensation, and nothing mattered but ridding herself of it. But George was oblivious to her agony as he plowed forward into her tiny confines like needles in her flesh.
Inch by excruciating inch he journeyed on, his eyes closed in exertion, beads of perspiration on his face, his hands clutching at his wife's helplessly imprisoned hips.
"Hhhhhhhhnnngggghhhhhhhnnnnn ..." He jerked forward back between her thighs another inch and he had sunk his huge member completely to the hilt in her abused asshole. He grunted when he felt the hard knob-like head grate against her sensitive inner rectal flesh and felt the wiry wisps of his pubic hair flatten against the softness of her open ass cheeks. He was all the way in!
Roxie Ann lay inert, afraid and unable to move. Disbelief still held her in check or else she was sure she'd run amuck from the sheer terror and numbing horror of what was happening to her. A curtain seemed to have come down on her life as it had been till now, and what sort of a person she would be, how she would emerge from this ordeal was anybody's guess. Her perversely impaled body was one fiery column of pain and she didn't care what happened next ... she was in fact past caring! Roxie Ann could hardly believe that the man who was fucking her asshole like this was actually her husband, George! He was like a different person someone she definitely didn't know ...!
Then, after a moment, George began to withdraw, pulling his huge, thickly hardened prick with slow painfulness, grating again against the rubberily clinging ass-walls. He stopped while just the blood-engorged head was still inside before plunging once more into the abyss of her bowels.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii ... oooohhh! Aaaiiiiiiii!" Roxie Ann groaned again, all strength leaving her, unable even to gasp anymore. Wearily, she felt the beginnings of a rhythm as George began to fuck hotly in and out of her tortured asshole, finally yielding a little, then becoming more comfortably lubricated from the excited drops of cock juice seeping from the top of his cock. The young blonde's face was squashed and flattened and she had no feeling left in her body, in fact, no sensation anywhere but a burning loathing in her brain and a low, persistent feeling of total shame. No matter what happened, she knew she'd never forget this evening, never forget the humiliation of being fucked like this, like nothing more than an animal! The brutal act perpetrated by her husband had evoked an eternal resentment in her which would be very, very hard, if not entirely impossible, to ever obliterate! Roxie Ann could feel the quickening rhythm of her husband's deep anal thrust, and his gutteral groans were resounding in the air of the room. But she was aware of nothing else. She no longer felt his strong clasp on her ass cheeks, didn't feel the surges of his deeply fucking cock in her asshole. She felt nothing and wanted nothing but to end this depraved ass fucking she was receiving!
At last it came. George was groaning incessantly now as he fucked into her from behind her helplessly kneeling body, and then, he moaned aloud.
"Oh Jesus, move that hot little ass, move it ... I'm there ... I'm ... I'm ... cu ... cum ... CUMMING ... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" And he was there! His wildly pistoning prick was exploding up inside her as the hot swirling cum shot from the depths of his balls deep into her futilely clenched asswalls, burning her anew as it gushed on its way to pool far up inside her.
George slammed against her with new velocity and she thought her back would break from the force of his cum ... it seemed never-ending, that stream of white, boiling jism, but at last, he had emptied the final drop inside her and he slipped from her no longer virginal asshole, his prick limp and flaccid.
"Oh, baby ... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry ..." George Weston groaned when he was finally able to catch his breath a few moments later.
"Fuck you," she replied. Every bone in her body ached and her asshole felt raw and inflamed.
"I'll make it up to you somehow, I swear I will, darling ..."
"I said, fuck you. If that's any indication of the great big lover you've turned into, I'd rather get my kicks elsewhere ... and certainly not in the ass!"
"Roxie Ann, please, listen. I was so mad, so hurt, I just don't know what got into me ..."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore, George," she snapped, conscious of sounding like she was scolding a naughty boy, but she just couldn't help it ... and one of these days she would get even!
Chapter Three
"Wow, babe, why the sad face?"
Roxie Ann was startled out of her black daydream by Bobby's voice, and she looked up to him staring at her. She knew she didn't look her best and hoped he wouldn't criticize her. She knew he liked her and Faye to look stunning when in the store and he was sometimes critical when they had taken less care than usual with their looks.
"I ... I guess I'm not feeling quite up to par," she excused herself lamely. Golly, his gaze was so penetrating! And after what had happened yesterday when she was sure he had divined her secret thoughts to the customer, Dick Martel, she felt herself writhing under her boss' stare. Could he read her mind?
"Well, you certainly look like shit. You want to wet your whistle?"
Roxie Ann looked up gratefully. Although not accustomed to drinking, she knew that an occasional one relaxed her, and she was aware that Bobby had a few bottles in the back room.
"Lock the door," he suggested, "we're not likely to be busy for a few minutes now, anyway."
Roxie Ann did what he asked and was glad to be able to let herself relax on the chair behind the counter. Much as she liked her job, she found it a strain sometimes to be continually around sexually explicit material. It was sometimes so hard to try to control her cock-hungry pussy.
"How about whiskey and water?" Bobby Estrada suggested and Roxie Ann agreed. She found herself thinking how nice Bobby really was, although she admitted at first that she had found him a bit too "cool," wearing as he sometimes did, clothes that were much too young for him, and taking personal care of some of the female customers.
Looking at him now, as he brought the drinks, the young blonde found it hard to believe that he was nearly fifty, because with his tall, muscular body and smooth handsome face, he looked more like a man in his mid-thirties. On any other day she would have thought it very strange to be sitting here, waiting for him to hand her a drink, but after some of the people she had met in the store and then what happened last night, she didn't think she'd find anything strange ever again.
"Let's see a little sunshine on your face," Bobby said as he handed her a glass, and gratefully she sipped the strong liquid, feeling relaxation flooding through her almost right away.
Bobby sat down beside her behind the counter, sipping his own drink, making small talk with her.
"You like working here, Roxie?"
"Oh, yes, I really do ... Bobby."
"I must say that I was really lucky to find a gal like you to work in my little book store. Business is booming, I must say ... yes, it certainly is booming ..." Estrada sighed, staring lustfully at the young blonde's tits. "You like the customers?"
"They seem to be very nice, on the whole," she replied. "Sometimes I get a little embarrassed by the things a few of them ask for ..." Ooh, God, now why in the world did I say that! Roxie Ann thought. Faye would never had said anything like that, it just doesn't sound cool! She took another long sip from her drink and Bobby brought her another and then another.
"Yeah, you know some of the cats who come in are a little on the weird side. But who is anyone to call anyone weird, right?" Roxie Ann nodded, agreeing. "But most of the customers are average people who have a healthy attitude and appetite for sex. It's the goddamn people who are trying to close adult book stores down who're the sick ones, don't you think?"
"Ummmmmmmmm," she agreed, draining her glass. Golly, she was feeling very good now. "Could I have another?"
"Sure thing, babe." Estrada got up and went into the back office, returning with two more glasses of whiskey and water.
"You know, the other day I went into a drugstore, and right in the middle of the store, in a so-called good neighborhood down over on Viscount, was a magazine rack at floor level. A great height to attract seven year old kids, filled with fuck-suck magazines. I mean, like hardcore pussy, whips, masturbation shit."
"Golly!" Roxie Ann exclaimed. "You mean just like what we sell here at The Sexx Shoppe?"
"You bet your two tits. Even though I'm in the business, I honestly believe that there should be some sense of decency. Fuck, you don't have to rub it into the noses of people who don't want to know about it, right?"
"Right."
"You do that and they're gonna come down hard. Real hard. Close the stores like this up. Stinks of 1984. People, adults, being told what they can and cannot read, or look at. To my way of thinking that's a crime."
"It sure is!" the young blonde agreed. God, it was amazing how soothing the drinks were. Her muscles seemed to loosen, one after the other, and the quavering which had been present in her stomach since last night was at least stilled. After the second drink she had found that her teeth had been clenched all along and her jaw was beginning to relax. Bobby was being just wonderful with her. Gosh, he was making her almost forget about last night ... almost.
"Did George throw you a wild fuck last night?" he suddenly queried, looking interestedly at her.
"W ... Well ..." Roxie Ann stammered, forcing herself not to think about what had really happened.
"What the hell happened to make you like this? You were like a nervous wreck when you first came in!"
"I ... I'd rather not talk about it," she said finally, feeling pretty lousy for not telling him, after how kind he'd been.
"Okay, but sometimes it helps to talk about things. Can't keep everything all bottled up, you know."
Everything he was saying was true. She needed to talk to someone about it, so that she wouldn't have to carry the dreadful burden alone. And after all, he was an older man, married. He'd know all about those things and could tell her what she should do about it.
Roxie Ann finished her fourth whiskey and water in one long gulp. God, but could she stand telling a comparative stranger about what happened, tell him how her own husband had forced her to kneel like a slave in front of him while he had fucked her in the asshole like some of the men had the girls in the books she had read here in the store? God, she didn't think people really did that! Roxie Ann shuddered at the thought and looked at Bobby who was studying her silently. Somehow, the remainder of the drink loosened her completely and dispelled the doubts she had been fostering, and as she looked at the owner of the store, she found herself telling him the whole sordid story, unable to conceal the blush that rushed to her face as she confessed what had happened.
"You mean he fucked you in the ass?" Bobby said in what seemed to be an incredulous voice. Then he brought them another drink and at last he understood what had happened and sympathized with her.
"You poor dear," he soothed, his arm reaching out and circling her shoulder as she lifted the glass heavily to her lips and drank. "What a bastard he must bet ..."
Roxie Ann flinched momentarily at hearing Bobby Estrada describe her husband George in such terms but the feeling vanished almost immediately and instead she found herself dissolving into tears. Yes, he was a bastard, there was no doubt about that.
"There, there, honey, don't cry ..." Bobby soothed, and Roxie Ann allowed him to draw her head onto his shoulder. She even found relief in sobbing her unhappiness out on his broad chest, feeling like a little girl again. Oh God, she was glad she'd told him, though he was almost a stranger, about the terrible thing her husband had done to her. He understood, just like she knew he would. He was a very nice man ...
Bobby glanced down at the quivering young blonde whose head was resting on his shoulder. He had had a hunch that something like that had happened, especially after he had seen her daydreaming the other day. He had guessed that all wasn't right between her and her husband, and now, if he played his cards right, he could turn their marital difficulties to the definite advantage of his best friend, Bobby Estrada ..."
"Babe, no man should treat a chick like that," he was saying, his hand stroking the soft blonde strands of her hair, the other arm still wrapped protectively around her shoulder. "A guy who'd fuck his wife in the asshole should be locked up. What he did was almost animalistic, screwing you there in the ass, forcing you to submit to him."
His voice was soothing as he droned on, and Roxie Ann, in spite of the obscene words he used, couldn't help agreeing with what he said. It was criminal, George's act, and she wished, oh how she wished, that it hadn't happened!
"He shouldn't get away with it ... no sir, he ought to be taught a lesson ..." Bobby continued, and Roxie Ann felt so relaxed under the soporific effect of his voice. She felt as if Bobby would take care of all her problems, and all she had to do was sit here, her head on his chest, while he stroked and caressed her titties like an understanding father. God! the thought struck home with startling reality. He-was fondling her titties, his fingers tweaking gently at the already erect nipples through the fabric of her outfit, stroking them with soft, featherlike touches. And she didn't mind it ... she liked it ... it was all part of the comforting he was giving her for what she had gone through. It didn't mean anything really, it was just like squeezing her shoulder or stroking her hair. It felt just the same too, nice and soothing and relaxing ...
"He should be hurt and punished too, the way he hurt you ... he should be humiliated, the way he mortified you when he made you bend over and spread your ass cheeks wide and rammed his thick cock into your tiny little asshole ..."
The obscene words sent a flutter of excitement, unbidden, hurtling through Roxie Ann and her dazed, liquor-relaxed brain wondered at her complacency. A fuzzy warning tried to make. itself clear. She should get up off his lap now, she felt all right, so she shouldn't just sit here behind the counter, revelling in Bobby's caresses, enjoying the touch of his hands on her tittles, her naked titties ... oh ... they were naked!
In her limp, mesmerized stupor, Bobby Estrada had unzipped her dress and had unhooked her bra and now he was cupping the full swelling mounds of her naked titties in his palms. Roxie Ann could see the brownish nipples erect and hard, running between his fingers, the aureoles crinkled and excited from his touch. A wave of panic washed over her as she felt his lips lock wetly on hers. Oh God, what was going on ... she wanted to get up, to get away from this man who had so insidiously brought her to the point where he could fondle her naked tits without objection from her, but she couldn't! Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stand up, to pull herself away from Bobby, to deprive herself of the wonderful feeling of being stroked and petted so softly, so understandingly like that, she couldn't do without it ... it had been so long since George ...
"Oh Bobby, we shouldn't ... please stop ..." she moaned up into his open lips, hating to say the words, yet fearing not to.
"Why, Roxie babe? Why should we stop, don't you deserve what pleasure you can get after what you went through last night? Don't you need to have fun with another man when you can't have it with your husband, George?" Bobby's voice whispering into her mouth was again mesmerizing her emotion and liquor dazed mind and her body wanted to shout that she did! in response to his insistent question. But her mind, still faintly alert, was on the defensive. What she was doing was wrong. And two wrongs don't make a right. But then, she needed love and affection, she couldn't help herself ... and her pussy was getting all wet and slippery ...
Then her body stiffened as she felt his hands glide down over her nakedly exposed stomach and come to rest at the waistband of her panties. The top of her dress was pushed down until it was gathered around her slightly open thighs, and his fingers were insinuating themselves inside the elastic of her soft, flimsy panties.
"Please ...!" she moaned as she felt the hand work lower, lower still until at last it came into electrifying contact with the first wisps of her curling blonde pussy hairs.
Roxie Ann's mouth went suddenly dry against his, and her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be sprawled here, letting a near stranger caress her hot, wet pussy with his fingers!
"Ooooooohhh ... oooohhhh ..." she gasped as she felt the first contact between his fingers and the pinkly pulsing flesh of her cunt. It was exquisite, a hot, burning touch, and involuntarily, Roxie Ann's momentarily tensed thighs relaxed limply and her cunt rose to meet the cupped hand that completely covered the nakedly squirming area between her thighs.
"Ooooohhh ... mmmmmmm ... oooohhhhh ..." she sighed again as Bobby began to probe with his middle finger the warm, wet recesses of her throbbing cunt, searching and nudging the velvety folds, dipping and swirling in her moistly responding depths. It felt so good! It was exquisite, but it wasn't right ... she shouldn't be doing it. She must, she had to stop him now before it was too late, had to put a stop to this before it went too farl
"No, Bobby, please stop, we shouldn't ... please ..." she pleaded, trying to reach down and pull on her discarded garment as his lips stayed wetly glued to hers.
"No, Roxie Ann, we won't stop," Bobby said, his voice almost matter of fact. "You're enjoying this, it makes your pussy feel good and it will do you good. Besides, it's too late to stop now, we're both too hot and worked up with my finger in your cunt like this."
And he was right again. It was too late to stop, even if she wanted to, which she really didn't, she couldn't deny herself the surges of pleasure which were rushing up through her finger filled cunt. It was incredible, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Bobby had rolled down her panties completely now, so that they and her dress were bunched up down around her knees, and her ivory white body was completely naked, half-lying on the floor behind the counter. Her legs were lewdly splayed open, her huge naked tits heaving, her long blonde hair in disarray, but she didn't care ... someone might come in at any moment and see her like this, but she didn't care ... her body was completely out of control, given over to the violent waves of pleasure coursing through her, a wonderful antidote to the terrible agony she had undergone yesterday.
"Ooooohhhhh ... mmmmmmmnnnnn!" she groaned aloud as Bobby Estrada's agile fingers parted the softness of her pussy hairs and found the hard, pulsating little tip of her clitty and began to tease hotly against it. New tremors rippled lasciviously through her and a thin mist of perspiration coated her face. Her lips were dry and her eyes half-closed as he continued to rub and fondle the sensitive little bud, goading it into complete rigidity, sending heavy shoots of wildly flaming ecstasy scrambling through her.
"Oh, Mr. Estrada ... Bobby ... it's good ..." she gasped faintly, "God, it's so good ..."
Estrada smiled triumphantly to himself as his fingers delved into the soft depths of his young blonde's now hungrily twitching cunt. He had her where he wanted her now, and before long she'd be doing anything he wanted her to do with him, and others too.
Roxie Ann trembled in anticipatory pleasure as she felt the soft fingertips hovering around the petal-shaped hole of her nakedly throbbing pussy, held in her breath as she felt them flick and tease at the sensitively exposed flesh.
"Oooohhhh God ... finger my pussy hole ... ooooh, hhhhhhgggghhhnnnnn ooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned as they suddenly plunged headlong into the squirming sheath where they swirled around tempestuously in an unabated fucking rhythm, thrilling the hotly quivering blonde beyond belief as her body swayed in lewd rhythm to his finger fucking.
Fires seemed to be burning in every part of her body, as she gyrated and jerked her cunt against the drumming fingers, her huge naked tits bobbing, her mouth half-open, emitting incoherent mewls. Everything was forgotten, ignored, but the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. She didn't care now that it was another man, a man she had almost just met, who was causing her such delight, that it was her boss' fingers that were jammed tightly up her churning cunt, that it was her boss who was watching with half-closed eyes the frenzied, naked writhing of her aroused body. No, none of that mattered, except the attainment of the wild, satisfying cum she knew was lurking around the corner, the climax she was determined to enjoy ... she deserved it!
"Aaaaaaiiiiii ... Bobby ... don't stop ... finger fuck my pussy some more! I'm almost there ..." Her voice was hoarse and unrecognizable as her own and she could hardly believe that she had called out so lewdly. But even that was of no importance. He didn't stop, he didn't stop his incredible fingering of her cunt, didn't stop swirling his fingers around inside her desire-moistened pussy, didn't stop stroking the fiery bud of her hotly aroused clitty. He didn't stop and she was going to cum soon ... and then, at long last, it started!
A loud penetrating wail resounded in the empty store, and for a split second, Roxie Ann's body was suspended motionless, every nerve ending quivering almost unbearably, the pounding of her heart like an electric drill, her features drained of color.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ... fuck it ... fuck my pussy ... I'm going to cum ... oh ... God ... my pussy is Gumming all around your fingers ... aaaaiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhh ... aaaiiiiiiiii ... !!!"
Roxie Ann's body was flailing like a dervish, slithery and wet from exertion as wave after gigantic wave of unabashed pleasure washed over her, cleansing her of the pain and hurt she felt yesterday, infusing her flesh with new sensations, lifting her up onto fleecy clouds of infinite ecstasy, where she floated happily before her frame dissolved into a myriad of pieces, each one quivering with untold passion. Dazzling lights blinded her eyes and she felt dizzy, her head swimming, as her body, now a separate entity, followed without thinking its hedonistic path of pleasure. It was unbelievable and Roxie Ann was sure she'd never be the same again!
And then, at last, it was over, and her body reverted to a trembling frame of sensitive flesh, but with a difference ... now she was satiated, in a new and satisfying way, and she felt, as she drifted, oblivious to everything, that she had finally taken an irrevocable step forward into the tempting world of adultery and unfettered sexual excesses, and it was wonderful It had felt so good to have her pussy finger fucked deliciously finger fucked by a real man ...
What are you, a man ... or a mouse? George Weston asked himself as he stood on the corner of Paletter, three doors down from the Sexx Shoppe. All you have to do is go in there and talk to Roxie Ann. But he still hesitated. It wasn't that he was having second thoughts about what he was going to do, it was just that he hoped that Roxie Ann wouldn't tell him to fuck himself. If she did, he didn't know what he'd do. Shit, all day he had counted on her forgiving him, even though he knew he couldn't forgive himself for what he had done. There was absolutely no excuse for his cave-man behavior. Only an animal would fuck his wife in the ass like he did last night, he knew, and Roxie Ann couldn't really be blamed for telling him to fuck himself. After all, why shouldn't she be pissed? He'd acted in a cruel way, even though she had given him provocation. Throughout the day at the department store he had wracked his brain in an attempt to come up with some way of assuaging her feelings, and had, in the end, decided to pick her up at the store after work and take her out for a romantic dinner. Then he'd beg her forgiveness, and swear to make it all up to her ... and he would! He had learned his lesson and found that his uncontrolled temper had unearthed a far more sinister side of him than he'd expected existed, and he wasn't going to cater to that diabolic side of his personality for one minute. No sir!
Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath and started walking towards the door of the adult book store. It was only five-thirty but there was no sign of activity. George thought for a sinking moment that he had missed Roxie Ann. But just then, a slender figure emerged from the book and novelty store and locked the door behind her. With a pang of regret, George saw that it was not his wife.
"Pardon me," he began tentatively. "I'm looking for my wife, Roxie Ann? I'm George Weston."
"Oh, she went home earlier," the voluptuous brunette answered brightly. "She said she was tired so I came in. Had to do a few things, anyway."
"Oh, damn!" George swore, cursing his mistake. Now his plan was all ruined. Roxie Ann probably wouldn't even speak to him when he got home. He had depended on the element of surprise in picking her up at the store to shake her out of her carefully collected feelings. Just my goddamned luck, he raged inwardly.
"Maybe I can help?" the girl asked quietly, and for the first time, George really looked closely at her. "I'm Faye Mulligan. Guess you might call me her girlfriend, George."
He continued to stare at the brunette that he remembered Roxie Ann mentioning, and noticed for the first time that she was very sexy. There was something little-girlish about her face, while at the same time it was hauntingly sensuous. She was wearing a deceptively innocent egg-shell blue dress of some sheer fabric, which accentuated the full curves of her ripe body, and George could feel his cock stirring in his pants. I wonder if she's good in bed, he thought, but quickly banished the tempting scene from his mind.
"I don't think so," he answered at last. "I ... I just thought I'd pick her up, surprise her."
"Gosh, sorry I couldn't help you," Faye smiled, her eyes appreciative of the handsome, slightly worried looking man blocking her way.
"Hey, can I give you a tour of the store?" Faye suggested suddenly, sensing George felt at a loose end now.
"Well, that's ... ah ... nice of you," George murmured, "But ..."
"Aw, come on!" Faye insisted, unlocking the door to the store and opening it. They walked in, but George barely looked around. He'd been in a few adult book stores in his younger days, and he couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed as the beautiful brunette reached up to a rack and straightened a magazine that had a full-color picture of a woman about to suck a man's cock.
"Some of the customers put them back in the wrong places, and Bobby likes Roxie and me to keep all the books and magazines in order," she explained.
They walked around The Sexx Shoppe rather sedately, making small talk, but George's mind was on Roxie Ann. At least he wouldn't be late tonight, so she couldn't complain about that. But if she locked herself in the bedroom like she did last night, there would be little hope of reconciliation. Maybe they should talk more freely with one another ... Roxie Ann might be right. If only she would listen to him, things would be so different. But the communication seemed to have fallen through between them, and they were like strangers, a far cry from the days when an hour was a long time to be apart. He shook his head slowly, at a loss to understand what had happened to them.
"Well, that's it!" Faye said. "The one and only Sexx Shoppe. Hey, how about a drink ... as sort of nice-finally-meeting you?" Faye suggested, and George hesitated. If he accepted, he might be late home again and then Roxie Ann would be really pissed. But on the other hand, she probably didn't care when he got home, and she would just ignore him anyway. Well, why not? he asked himself again, I sure could do with one.
"Good idea," he replied, and followed Faye into the back of the store to the owner's office.
"This is Bobby's office, isn't it nice?" Faye asked, and George could only nod. He didn't know what to say. He'd never thought the bastard's office would be so nice, and as he sank into one of the chairs, he realized that his first impression, that of a garish, over-done room, was a wrong one. It was strangely relaxing, and had a soothing atmosphere, unlike the "Den of Evil" he had imagined.
"How about whiskey and water?" Faye asked from the bar in Bobby's office. "I keep trying to get him to get some different kinds of liquor in here, but he won't. He's a whiskey-lover, among other things ..."
"That'll be fine," George answered with a slight laugh, realizing that anything would go down just fine the way he had been feeling lately.
Faye approached with two glasses and he gladly accepted one. Faye seated herself on the low sofa and they sat sipping their drinks in companionable silence. In fact, George could think of nothing to say. It struck home that this beautiful woman was a total stranger, the only link between them being Roxie Ann, and he certainly didn't want to talk about her.
Every now and then, he glanced at the lovely young brunette a few feet away from him, and he pondered over how different she was from Roxie Ann. She was even more attractive than his own wife, in a striking way, and there was something very alluring about her, a kind of sensual aura. George checked himself when he found his thoughts again thinking about fucking her. He had enough problems of his own without becoming involved with his wife's girlfriend!
"Excuse me for a moment, George," Faye said suddenly and, rising from the sofa, disappeared into a door that George assumed was the restroom. He finished his drink while she was absent, and took the liberty of pouring himself another from the bottle of Jack Daniels on the small bar, his mind a bit more relaxed.
"I just had to slip into something more comfortable," Faye explained as she appeared again, and George gasped audibly when his eyes rose to meet her. She was wearing an almost see through long mauve dress, and her small, dainty feet were stuck carelessly into matching sandals. Her glossy black hair was loose now, falling in feathery tendrils around her ivory, swanlike neck. The tops of her huge sensuous tits were just visible above the soft fabric of the outfit and George's eyes dropped immediately and involuntarily to where her perfectly sculpted thighs appeared like alabaster columns from the hem. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was conscious suddenly of a prickly heat all over, and wondered vaguely if it was the whiskey taking an unaccustomed effect on him, for he found himself speechless.
"I keep a change of clothes in the bathroom in case a date is picking me up ... gosh, don't you find it warm in here?" she whispered, opening the top of her dress a little, revealing more of the enticing milky whiteness of her firm ripe tits.
"N-no, I'm okay ... in fact, I'd better be going ..." His voice trailed off helplessly. He was amazed at his own indecision. He wanted to get going, to be home at a reasonable hour, so as not to upset Roxie Ann unduly, and yet at the same time, he felt compelled to stay in the store with the enigmatic Faye for a few minutes more.
"Oh don't go just yet ... we haven't had a chance to get to know one another!" Faye whispered huskily, moving towards him in a froth of muave.
George was mesmerized by the approaching vision, and the heavy fragrance of her musk scent intoxicated him as it wafted over to him. He squirmed back against the black leather of the chair, strange feelings coursing like uncontrolled imps through him.
"Faye, t-thanks for the drink ... I've really ..." he stammered inconsequentially, unable to assert himself properly.
"It's you I want to thank, George. I didn't have a date this evening, and I was kind of feeling sorry for myself," Faye murmured, her voice suddenly low and sultry.
"Oh, that's too bad," George replied, feeling strangely inadequate, like an awkward teenager on his first date.
"Well, I really appreciated you having a drink with me here in the store, and letting me show you around, too. And I'd really like to show my appreciation!" She was beside his chair now, half-reclining against the side of it, and her hand was draped across the back. George was instantly aware of her nearness, of the proximity of her soft feminine flesh, of the exotic aroma of her perfume. She reminded him of some kind of siren, casting a spell over him, rendering him powerless to resist her lure.
"Y-you did, I mean, the drink ..." he faltered again, his throat suddenly arid.
"Oh, that's nothing," Faye laughed, a deep throaty laugh. "I've got another way in mind ..."
"Wha ..." George whispered, his eyes locked with hers, breathtakingly aware of the heavy thudding of his heart.
"Another way of showing my appreciation, handsome," Faye chuckled, her hand suddenly dropping to lightly caress his shoulder through the fabric of his white shirt. A feeling like an electric current bolted through George's aching cock from her touch, and a scarlet flush blazed his face. Her long slender fingers continued to massage his neck, and he wondered if he was dreaming. What in the world ... was she trying to seduce him?
"You know, you're a very sensuous woman!" He'd meant to say lovely and yet somehow the other word had escaped. He couldn't help it. She was definitely beautiful and yet there was something else, an overpowering aura of sexual excitement, of mysterious promise, which somehow intensified with closeness, instead of just the opposite. However, she didn't seem to mind the unorthodox epithet and her hand never stopped its exciting lingering caresses.
"And I have a special way of showing how I appreciate a sensuous man." She was leaning closer to him now, and he could see the soft raised mounds of her slightly heaving tits, right down to the darkness of the aureoles. His cock lurched painfully and he experienced a sudden intense longing to reach out and grab her gorgeous breasts, and squeeze them in his palms, feel the hardness of her nipples with his fingers, run his fingertips along the crinkled brown skin. Oh God!
"Hey!" George said with sudden harshness, his rampant thoughts dementing him. "I've got to get going, right now!"
"But why, George?" Faye whimpered, tearfully. "You mustn't like me, you don't want me to play with your prick ...!"
"I do, Faye, I do, but ..." George couldn't trust himself to look at her, for fear he couldn't restrain himself from reaching out and pulling that luscious body close to him. He could almost feel its supple softness melting against him, feel the firm thrust of her huge tits, the sweep of her thighs as their flesh fused into one ...
"But what?" Faye persisted, her eyes very bright, her breath quickening.
George sighed. What the hell kind of game was she playing, didn't she know the effect she was having on him, standing there in a provocative dress like that? After all, he was only flex and blood, there was a limit to what he could stand!
"You know very well, Faye," he said event; "what would happen if I stayed. After all, I'm red-blooded man, and you're not a little girl, Jeess! You can't expect me to ..."
George's chastising words were cut short wit icy speed as his breath stopped for a moment and his mouth hinged open. He couldn't belie` it, but it was happening. At first he had thought it was his imagination, but it wasn't ...
Her hand was on his prick!
Faye's touch was like a branding iron on his flesh and his imprisoned cock leapt into sudden and instant hard-on, growing under her hand, and a crimson flush crept up and reddened his face. He continued to gape at her aghast, unable to say a word, wanting her to take her hand away, and yet desperately afraid that she would do so.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm ... that didn't take long!" she murmured happily, her face dreamy.
"What didn't take long?" George repeated, stupidly, his reason deserting him, banished by the exquisite rays of pleasure shooting out to every part of his body.
"For you to get a hard-on ..." Faye laughed, and then, to George's disbelief, he felt her draw down the zipper and release the throbbing burden of his thickly pulsing cock.
"Faye ..." he began dazedly, aware that his huge prick was standing out rigidly from the base of his stomach, and not knowing what to do about it.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... it's nice and big, just like I thought it would be, George ..." her voice was almost childish in its delight and he was astonished at her remark. Jesus, what sort of game was she playing? Then her warm sinewy fingers closed hotly around the palpitating rod of his masculinity, her palms warm and perspiring slightly.
"Oooohhhhhh, my God ..." he moaned inadvertently from the sudden delicious contact. Her fingers were like icy kisses on his pulsing flesh, while at the same time like slivers of molten heat around his naked cock. He closed his eyes, allowing a tide of pleasure to rise up and engulf him completely, blanking his mind and infusing his body with incredible ecstasy.
Dimly, George was aware of the pressure she was exerting on his aching prick, of the feathery strokes she was showering on the thick shaft, and moan after moan of joy escaped his lips. He sank back in the chair, aware of nothing but the intoxicating touch of this incredible brunette.
Faye Mulligan smiled down at the euphoric man sprawled in the chair. Roxie Ann is lucky to have such a handsome husband, she thought without rancour, but maybe she won't mind a little sharing with her girlfriend ...
George was in a world of his own. His body was afire with pleasure, and his prick felt as if it would explode from the pressure that was building up inside it. He had never reached such a peak so quickly, and knew now that passion had been lurking beneath the surface of his exterior, carefully schooled into place by his ever watching subconscious, and had finally burst into fully-alive arousal at her unexpected touch. He had tried to sublimate the incredible attraction that Faye had for him from the moment he had seen her, because of his preoccupation with Roxie Ann, but obviously, that force had been stronger than he was. Now, it didn't matter ... nothing mattered!
A moan of disappointment escaped his lips as he felt her velvety caresses cease, and he was afraid to open his eyes, for fear the wonderful dream was over. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be over!
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." he gasped involuntarily and his eyes flew open suddenly as he felt the first fire-like lash of her tongue against the heated flesh of his throbbing cock. He could hardly believe it! The gorgeous young brunette was actually licking his cock! Her long pink tongue swirled hotly and wetly around his palpitating hardness, sucking and washing it with her saliva, rooting down among his dark curly pubic hairs, curling teasingly under the edges of the bulbous head, coating the squirming sac of his balls with loving sweeps.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... oh God, ooooohhhhhhh ..." he gasped, his eyes closed once more as he abandoned himself completely to the unbelievable sensations which were once more taking over his relaxing body. He held his breath as once again the excruciating movements stopped and then a new shudder of convulsive pleasure spasmed through him as he felt the gently nibbling movements of her lips as they closed in around the blood-filled trunk, grasping the flesh tightly just beneath the head, covering it with her lipstick and warming the naked flesh with her sweet scented breath. Then she had raised her head and enclosed just the smooth rubbery head in her warm, buttery mouth, and then with slow deliberate bobbing motions began to slide his heavily throbbing cock in and out between her heated lips.
Faye's lower lip pulled against the veinous underside as the long naked spear slid out of her mouth, until just the cock-head was still imbedded, and then she bobbed her head down again, taking almost all of it inside her widely ovalled lips, causing the tip to touch against her larynx, and the wisps of his pubic hairs to graze against her face.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhh ...!" George moaned and looked down in complete wonderment at the unbelievable brunette who was now on her knees before him, her shapely lips ovalled around the vibrating lipstick-colored shaft of his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, her face a faint pink. Her cheeks filled as she took more and more of the huge weapon inside her, and he thought that she would surely choke, but she didn't seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to be revelling in the act she was performing.
"Ooooohhhh ... God ... lick my cock like that ... oh, Jesus, Faye, Faye ..." George moaned beneath her obscene oral manipulations.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ... it ... tastes soooooooo ... good, lover mmmmmmnnnnnnnn ... tastes so good," she mumbled around his saliva-coated prick.
Then, the hungry milking motions of Faye's clinging lips became more spasmodic and the tempo of her head bobbing up and down increased now. Her fingers were curled around the thick base of his heavy, cum-laden balls that were clasped in her palm, were being kneaded with inciting, rhythmic caresses. George had never experienced anything like it in his life. Certainly never with Roxie Ann, he thought with a trace of shame. He was sorry that he had to think of her at this moment, but she had come unbidden into his head. He was glad now that she hadn't been here at the store when he'd driven here. Why should he be the one to make up? She was as much at fault as he was, so why shouldn't she make some overtures of reconciliation as well? He'd tried over and over, but to no avail; he wasn't going to demean himself by crawling to her just because he had lost his head and ass-fucked her!
George's body was now a churning inferno of incredible, sexually sparked sensations as the wanton brunette continued her incomparable sucking and licking of his cock, and he thought he'd go berserk from the exquisite agony that was building up in his balls. He'd never felt like this before and he was revelling in the new feelings, enjoying the complete surrender his body had made to the passions that were wracking through him. It was as if the tension of the past few weeks had suddenly decided to transform itself into equivalent arousal and his whole being was united in expressing passionate relief.
"Oh, Faye, ooooohhhhh ... aaaaiiiiiiii ... my prick is ready to explode ..." His voice was hoarse and gasping and his breath was becoming heavier anti heavier. His face was crimsoned from his rising excitement and his eyes were smoky and glazed. His hands rose up suddenly and tangled themselves cruelly in her raven locks, forcing her face even further down on his jerking prick, forcing her to take more and more of his lust-tormented cock into her greedily sucking mouth. Her fingers continued their convulsive squeezing of his balls and he thought she'd yank them right off from her furious pumping. He could see the front of her dress was completely open, and he caught a glimpse of her huge tits, heaving and glistening with a faint sheen of perspiration. He caught a hint of the smooth line of her supple body, and through the dim of his lust-hazed eyes, he thought he could see the first dark wisps of her pussy hairs.
The thought that Faye was half-naked as she knelt before him added immeasurably to his pleasure and his mind was inflamed with images of her perfectly molded body as it would look completely without covering. He felt like grabbing the soft luscious curves, pulling her to him without further ado, but the clamoring of his ever growing prick prevented him from doing anything that might affect his impending cum.
George knew he was almost there. He could feel it in his balls, and there was no disputing the tremors of excruciating pleasure which were shaking his frame. He wanted the act to last, wanted to draw it out as long as possible, to get as much pleasure as he could from the unexpected occasion, and yet at the same time, he wanted to know the overwhelming joy that he knew was approaching. Suddenly, he was sure he could hold back no longer. There was a blinding light behind his eyes, and he was vaguely aware of his own voice shrieking out incoherently ...
And he was cumming! His body stiffened like a poker and held there for an instant before dissolving into a series of ripples like a whiplash as thousands of tiny spasms shuddered through him, shaking his body like a leaf in a high wind, dragging high-pitched incoherent screams from his arid throat. Then his frenzied cock began an uncontrollable jerking as the first gush of boiling cum erupted from the churning mass of his balls and cascaded into Faye's eagerly sucking mouth.
Torrent after torrent of the streaming lava flowed into the excited brunette's hungrily swallowing throat, so much so that she had to gulp greedily in order to absorb it all without choking, and even then, tiny droplets of it managed to escape and trickle slowly out of the corners of her tightly clinging lips. And still it came, each tremendous spasm causing another jet of his white-hot cock-juice to rush the length of his prick and flood into the warmly accepting chasm of her mouth. George was going crazy! He had never experienced such a total and absolute emptying of his balls as this one and he thought his back would snap in, two from the exertion of his overwhelming release!
And then, finally, it was over. He had drained the last of his jism into Faye's willingly open lips, and with a grunt, he sank back in the chair, his rapidly deflating cock now limp and soft. He closed his eyes, trying to hold on for as long as possible to the delirious feelings he had experienced, not willing to look again on the cold light of day. Then, after what seemed an interminable moment, he once again felt the warm touch of Faye's hand on his still inert, saliva- and cum-slicked cock.
"George?" his name was whispered and urgent.
Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and found the exciting woman leaning over him. "There are other things I can do for you, honey ..." Her smile was inviting and mysterious.
"What? What else?" George mumbled, his voice excited and disbelieving.
"Oh, many things ..." Faye smiled, her full, cum-glistening lips drawing nearer to kiss him full on the mouth, her own desire-drenched cunt grinding against his cock.
"There's a whole library out there in the store, and the front door is locked. Let's, both get naked and take a look ..."
"But -- but ..."
"Nonsense. Get naked now, while I show you my titties and pussy. Then we'll do some reading ... and, oh, there are some simply divine instruments of pleasure in the glass counter ..."
Chapter Four
How in the world am I ever going to be able to face Bobby after I let him finger fuck my naked pussy! Roxie Ann agonized on her way to the bookstore. After what had happened, she almost felt like she would rather die than go to work today. God, I hope Bobby isn't there ... please let him not be there until I can rationalize this whole thing! Yes, that's what she would do. She just wouldn't let herself get emotionally upset about it. She would play it cool like Faye, or Bobby himself would do ... and she would stop being so cowardly about it, for it would only make it worse. She should be proud of the fact that her pussy could get so hot; after all, there were some women who couldn't respond to love-making at all!
But still, Roxie Ann could hardly bring herself to think about what happened. Even the debacle of the previous evening when George had so brutally fucked her asshole paled in comparison with what she herself had done yesterday. Even now her face crimsoned at the thought of how she had writhed unashamedly under Bobby's lewd fingering of her naked cunt. How could I? She knew that the strong drinks she'd imbibed had a lot to do with it, plus Bobby's persuasive personality, and yet she could not deny that the bulk of the blame rested squarely on her shoulders. It was her own inherent weakness that had caused her to succumb so lasciviously to another man's seductive stripping of her passion-aroused body. Now that she had her own guilt to consider, her husband's action didn't seem half so bad. She knew that she had provoked him, and was sorry. Of course, what he had done was terrible, but nevertheless he had become enraged, to the point beyond control, and she had perhaps deliberately goaded him into it. It wasn't a pretty picture of herself, but it was a true one. When she had got home yesterday, she had forced herself to think over things calmly, and had decided to try and make up with George when he came home from work. Although she felt that he was mostly to blame, she decided to swallow her pride and bring about a reconciliation, and try, from then on, to be the wife he wanted, and if he really insisted after that, she would give up working at The Sexx Shoppe-that would be the price she would have to pay for her transgression.
But things hadn't worked out that way. George hadn't come home until some unearthly hour in the morning, in fact, she was barely awake when he did slip into bed beside her, and then they both overslept this morning and he had rushed off to work in a foul humor. Of course she wondered where he had been until such a late hour last night, and couldn't help feeling that he had stayed away so that he wouldn't have to face her. But nevertheless, she still planned to call a truce to their differences that very evening, as soon as he came home. But now, Bobby Estrada had to be faced. There was nothing else for it really, except act as if nothing had happened. That would be difficult; she felt she only had to look at him to remember how her naked ass had churned and gyrated wildly as his middle finger plunged far up into her hot juicy cunt; how she had screamed out her wild cum as her pussy had clasped shamelessly around his pussy-exciting finger ... oh, it was too terrible to think about. There was no point in asking herself why she had done it, what had come over her ... it was obvious! She hated herself for letting herself get into the position of being overpowered by some drinks, of letting her feelings show through when she should have kept them to herself. She even felt dreadful about telling a near-stranger about her husband and how he had fucked her in the ass ... it was a stupid thing to have done.
Roxie Ann was aware of her walking slowing down as she approached the Sexx Shoppe. No, she'd just have to be as cold and distant as she could. Show Bobby Estrada that yesterday was all a mistake, and that nothing like that could ever happen again. If he got angry, over her coolness, then she'd just have to quit, if he didn't fire her first. She blinked back the tears at the thought of losing her first job, but knew that there was no other way out. Stoically, she resolutely headed towards the book store, her heart thumping, her face set and drawn.
Meanwhile, Bobby Estrada kept his eyes glued on the front door. He came to the book store early wanting to be there before Faye arrived. All night long he couldn't stop thinking about Roxie Ann Weston's wild hot pussy, and there was something elusive about her, some mysterious quality which made him want to know more. He'd been surprised at how hot she'd become after he started finger fucking her. Expert that he was, he never guessed the explosive interior that lurked beneath that cool countenance. Now she really intrigued him. Of course she had right from the first when she came for the job. There was something different about her, and although she wasn't quite the type he would have expected to apply for a job in an adult book store, or so he thought at the time, he was determined to find out more about her. Her milk and honey complexion, her calm un-fluttered manner, all aroused his interest. He had a penchant for disturbing the tranquillity of girls like Roxie Ann, of showing them just how much they needed to be fucked by a new man and then, even though they swore to themselves they would be true to their husbands and were incomplete without one. Oh yes, he had a long way to go with this blonde pussy!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he saw her step hesitantly up to the door and he instinctively sensed her apprehension as she slowly came into the store.
"Well, hello, Roxie!" he smiled brightly, "how are you doing?" His question seemed innocuous enough, but Roxie Ann couldn't help flushing.
"I'm okay, thanks," she said in what she hoped was an icy voice.
Bobby smirked to himself, pleased to see her composure ruffled.
"I hope you're none the worse for our little ... ah ... funsies yesterday!"
Roxie Ann's face turned a chalky white, and she had difficulty controlling her voice. Oh God, was he not going to let her forget?
"Bobby, I'd rather not talk about it," she said pleadingly, afraid to look at him.
"Well, I would like to talk about it, honey," he grinned, rubbing his hands together. "You sure were a sight, all naked with your legs spread, and your hot little pussy just dying for my fingers to fuck it until it came ..."
"Oh stop it!" Roxie Ann begged, tears spilling down her cheeks. "It was all a mistake. I had too much to drink!"
"I know you did, baby, but that didn't stop you from enjoying having my fingers fucking up inside your tight little cunt."
A flush of embarrassment reddened her face. Oh, why couldn't he stop, stop using those horrible words, let her forget it all and start all over?
And then, she gasped aloud as she felt his hard unyielding grip on her arm and desperately she tried to push him away.
"Stop it, let me alone!" she shrieked suddenly, fear rising inside her.
"Why, baby? Yesterday you didn't mind it ..." Bobby's voice was slightly belligerent now and his face was ominously close to hers. "I didn't! I didn't! It was a mistake, please let me go, please, Bobby ..."
"Not so fast, baby," he leered again, and then his mouth was smashing down on hers, crushing her lips in a tight savage kiss that cut off her breath and panicked her to the very marrow of her bones. A feeling of revulsion swamped her and she thought she'd faint away from his grinding kiss and from the sickening feeling of his hands roaming freely over her quivering body.
At last, presence of mind returned to her, and with a swift movement, she delivered a hard stinging kick to his shin with her heavy soled shoes, and he jerked back, his voice raised in obscenities.
"You fucking little slut, how dare you do that to me!
Roxie Ann backed against the wall, afraid of what she had done, wondering if she should leave now or try to bluff her way out of it. But she had no choice, for Bobby grabbed her once more with vicious suddenness, and without a word, dragged her towards the back of the store.
"What ... are you ... doing!" she yelled furiously, but it was no use.
The enraged older man was deaf to her cries and he shoved her bodily into the office, slamming the door shut behind them. He glared at her with cold fury in his eyes, his chest heaving, his hands doubled into fists.
"You little cunt, no chick has ever kicked Bobby Estrada and gotten away with it!"
"Stop it!" Roxie Ann commanded, her voice cold. "What if a customer came in!"
"Baby, after what fun I had yesterday, I think the customers can keep themselves occupied ..." His voice was a cold, lascivious sneer.
"I want to leave," Roxie Ann said again, ignoring his remark, and heading resolutely for the door.
"Not so fast, blondie, you and I have a little talking to do first," Bobby insisted, holding her firmly by the wrist, his face angry. But there was something else mirrored in his face -- something which frightened her even more. She caught a glimpse of naked animal lust.
"I ... I've nothing to say to you," she protested weakly, fear growing inside her.
"I think you do, especially after you hear what I've got to say first," Bobby's voice was oily and persuasive and Roxie Ann shivered with apprehension.
"You and I got along pretty well yesterday, didn't we, honey," he went on, his eyes searching hers, "so I said to myself, why not get really acquainted with the frustrated little puss?"
Roxie Ann's eyes widened in horror as she stared back at him. What did he mean? What terrible thing did he have on his mind?
"So how about it? How about us picking up where we left off yesterday?"
"I don't know w-what you mean ..." she faltered helplessly, her eyes reflecting the terrible terror growing inside her.
"Sure you do, baby. Just think about how much you liked my fingers inside that hot cunt of yours yesterday. You can't deny that you did. I'm sure you'd really dig my cock in there ..."
"No!" Roxie Ann's scream resounded in the room, jolting even herself with its intensity. Desperate, she tried to struggle, tried to get away from this disgusting older man who was saying such obscene things to her. Oh, how could she have ever thought him nice!
"You wouldn't like that husband of yours to hear about our little game yesterday, now would you?" Bobby taunted, his voice sinister.
"G-George?" Roxie Ann whispered disbelievingly. "You wouldn't Oh, you couldn't tell him! He wouldn't believe you!" she hurled without much conviction.
"Oh I don't know," Bobby mused. "Somehow from what you told me, he doesn't seem to be very reasonable, especially as far as you are concerned. In fact, I might be inclined to think he was the downright jealous type."
Bobby was right, Roxie Ann realized with a sinking heart. George would be only too glad to grab at something that would blacken her further. He'd probably even strangle her.
"Oh please, Bobby," she began again, trying to be wheedling, "please don't make me let you fuck me ..."
Bobby laughed, a coarse, chilling laugh, which sent shivers racing up her spine. Instinctively she knew she'd get no mercy from him.
"You just be a good pussy-cat," Bobby soothed, his hand caressing her shoulder, his eyes devouring her quivering body, "and you won't get hurt ..." And then suddenly, he grabbed her towards him again and once more she felt the crushing weight of his mouth bruising down on hers. This time she didn't struggle. It was no use, it would only make things worse. Maybe if she appeared to acquiesce, he would stop after just a kiss or two ...
Bobby sensed her submission and was exultant. The little bitch is playing right into my hands, he thought hotly ... and what those hands could do!
Roxie Ann flinched-as she felt his hands grasp her titties, - stifled a cry as he squeezed them hard, was aware of the treachery in her nipples as they rose into turgidity. Her head was swimming, and she wondered if she was only having a nightmare. It couldn't be real, it was too terrible ...
"No! No! Please no!" she called out suddenly as she felt his hand lower the zipper of her dress. Vainly, she tried to resist, to wriggle away from him, but it was futile. He was holding her firmly, and her flesh crawled as the soft garment fell away as she felt his bare hands on her exposed skin. Tears brimmed her big hazel eyes as her outfit slid down her body, revealing the lacy whiteness of her bra, further still to expose the lace of her thin white panties, still lower till it was discarded on the floor. The frightened young blonde felt like hiding in a hole, anything to get away from the crude lustful stare of this deranged animal. His eyes were boring into her hugely trembling titties, hungrily taking in every inch of the creamy flesh and revulsion threatened to nauseate her as she stood there, feeling like a beast at a market.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" she groaned piteously as she felt his impatient fumbling at the clasp of her bra, and embarrassment poured through her as she felt her full ripe tits fall free and shrivel in the unaccustomed air. She heard his quick intake of breath as he stared at the lovely rounded tits and she was filled with new self loathing at the degradation of her position. Disgust shuddered through her as she stood there, almost completely naked, her face burning with shame. She had never felt anything like the debasement she was undergoing now!
Bobby Estrada's eyes burned like red coals into her flesh and she could feel his hot breath searing into her trembling skin. Then, his hands reached up and caressed the smooth curve of her waist and then dropped lingeringly to fondle the flared softness of her hips. She moaned again, a piteous, futile moan as she felt his fingers scratch at the waistband of her panties and then he was easing them down, his breath ragged at the enthralling sight of her exposed nakedness.
Then, hoping against hope, she turned tear filled eyes to him.
"Oh please, Bobby, I'll do anything ... but not this ... please not this ... George would kill me if he ever found out. It's bad enough that I work here!"
Her plea was answered by a coarse guffaw, and Roxie Ann knew that there was no hope. He was without mercy, without a shred of compassion as far as she was concerned. He was fully intent on getting his own way and there was nothing she could do about it. Hopelessness swept over her and her body was once more wracked with sobs. She was his to do with what he wished, and there was no way of stopping him. She was a puppet in his hands and all because of her own weakness in succumbing to his lewd fingering of her traitorous cunt yesterday. Oh, whatever have I done to deserve this? her mind screamed, uncomprehendingly, and then she winced suddenly, her blood running cold, as she felt the first insidious touch of Bobby's fingers as they brushed against her fearfully quivering pussy. Without hesitation, and with the confidence of familiarity, they dipped lower still, insinuating themselves between the moist soft folds of her cringing little cunt. Oh God, it was just like yesterday, only then she had enjoyed it, and now, she hated it! She couldn't stand him touching her there in a place that by all rights belonged only to her husband, George ... oh, why hadn't she listened to him!
Roxie Ann was bereft of tears now. There was no feeling left inside her, just an aching numbness and a sense of unreality, that this wasn't really happening. None of this would have happened, she castigated herself again, if I had listened to George in the first place, and the knowledge that she alone was almost completely to blame for her predicament made matters unbearable.
Bobby's fingers were probing more insistently in the soft inner reaches of her quivering pink cunt-flesh and miserable though she felt, she could not suppress the tremor of response that shivered through her mutinous body. Against her will, she found her cunt beginning to establish a tiny responsive churning rhythm in answer to his manual stroking, and heat was rising in her feverish loins, sending hated little ripples of pleasure scurrying along her thighs. Her cheeks crimsoned at the knowledge of her body's submission and yet there was nothing she could do about it at all.
Bobby Estrada continued to stare at her nakedly steaming body, scarcely aware of her acquiescence, consumed with the fury of his own tumultuous passion. His cock felt like a lighted stick of dynamite and the exciting proximity of the lovely married young blonde, plus the success of his seductive scheme, made him impatient and urged him to move faster. But he cautioned himself to take his time and not rush things -- it would be all the sweeter for the delay.
But, unable to stand it any longer, he unzipped his pants and his huge, thick cock rose up excitedly, fully erect, the head red and throbbing. Roxie Ann heard the whirr of the zipper and instinctively her eyes flew to his crotch, her eyes widening in undisguised horror and her mouth hanging open in terror as she saw the huge rod of flesh. God! She had never seen anything so big! It was enormous ... it was the biggest cock she had ever seen!
"Beauty, isn't it, honey?" Bobby leered, as if reading her thoughts, his fingers closing around the wide, basal circumference. Roxie Ann couldn't take her eyes away from it, staring at it in lewd, almost hungry fascination as it danced before her like a mocking cobra. Involuntarily, she pulled back, struggling to release herself from Bobby's grasp, her eyes still glued on the palpitating shaft in front of her.
"Hey, not so fast ..." he called blindly, reaching out for her awkwardly, taken off guard by her sudden movement. Roxie Ann gasped and made a desperate attempt to run, but her almost discarded panties were still tangled about her ankles, and with appalling swiftness, the floor was rising up to meet her. Then, with a sickening thud, she landed on the floor, arms and legs akimbo, and when the swirling in her head stopped she looked up to see Bobby hovering over her, a malicious look of triumph contorting his face.
"You can't get away from me, Roxie honey ... you might as well face it!" he leered, running his thick, wide tongue over his lips in anticipatory glee.
"Oh, please ..." she whimpered, her voice a mere whisper, and her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as she realized that what her boss said was true. She couldn't get away from him! Dimly, she wondered if she should try screaming, in the hope that a customer would hear her and come rushing to the rescue. But Bobby, once more as if he was reading her thoughts, interrupted.
"Nobody is going to come to your rescue, honey, because pretty soon you won't want them to!"
He was certainly sure of himself. He must have planned all this, before I came in, she reflected dismally, cursing herself again for being such a naive little fool.
But she had no time to protest when she saw Bobby settle himself on his hands and knees beside her, his huge desire-hardened cock waving menacingly in front of him. His face was drawing nearer to her, and, panicked, Roxie Ann tried to avert hers, but it was too late. His mouth came crashing down on her lips, cutting off her breath with abrupt violence, and then his tongue was pressing against her teeth, forcing them to part, and then was curling around inside her warmly protesting mouth, dabbing suggestively at her own tongue, probing hotly at the back of her throat. She could feel his knees prying her thighs apart and shuddered when she felt his heavy weight descend over her. Oh God, please no ... she. whimpered silently, tears coursing down her face again. Again she felt the hard contact of his fingers on her soft pussy flesh and felt the warm velvety folds being parted. A sudden rush of air chilled her tender nether-split and shivers cavorted along the satiny skin of her inner thighs.
Bobby Estrada stared at the voluptuous looking little cunt he had unearthed with bulging eyes. His fingers were firmly holding the thin, blonde-fringed pussylips apart and he was able to see the small crinkly inner lips collaring the roseate, petal-shaped hole of her cunt, and the small reddish top of her clit was just barely visible peeping through the wisps of golden pussy hairs. His lust-brimming eyes swept along the sensuously naked curves of her body, along the flat expanse of her stomach up to where her huge, trembling tits rose like twin brown-capped peaks from the white of her torso.
Then, eagerly, his fingers circled the pounding base of his thickly throbbing cock and slowly, carefully, he began to guide it towards the moist little cunt hole. He felt her pull back wildy at the first glaring contact between the hard rubbery head of his prick and her soft, quivering cunt flesh. He held the hardened tip there, parting the thin, blonde pussy-curls and rotating it slightly, lubricating it in preparation of what was to come. He could hardly believe that he had actually reached this point, that he had the lovely creamy body of the cool and beautiful Roxie Ann Weston, stripped naked and at his mercy, that he could fuck as he wished. He could hardly believe it, but it was true! All his planning had reached fruition and the waiting had been worth it.
The helpless blonde lay there unmoving, her mouth dry, her heart a painful dull thud in her naked chest. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this moment, the moment when she was on the brink of being fucked by someone she barely knew. She had never dreamed that such a thing could happen to her, and yet, it was happening, and she was powerless to stop it.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she suddenly gasped as the felt the first insistent nudge of Bobby's huge cock-head against her pussy, steeling herself for the fucking that was to come.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh ...!!!" she screamed suddenly as unbelievable pain shot through her and a dull flesh-splitting hardness speared up into her nakedly upturned cunt. Her hands twisted themselves into tight little fists, and she dug her teeth into her lower lip to offset the terrible pain below.
"Wwwwwwwwwaasaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh ... Noooooooo!!!" her scream reverberated again throughout the back room of the book store as, with a heavy, forceful in-fuck, Bobby lunged forward and succeeded in imbedding the rubbery head of his cock halfway up inside her tightly squirming cunt. He held it there for a moment, feeling the wet, heated throbbing of her futilely resisting pussy walls, before attempting to plow forward again.
"Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhnnnn ... don't fuck my pussy ... stop, it hurts! Oooooohhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed wildly, her legs flailing insanely out around his ass, her pelvis bucking helplessly down into the floor in an attempt to dislodge the unwanted cock from her helplessly impaled pussy. With a final animalistic grunt, Bobby pushed forward once more and this time sank his thick, rock-hard cock to the hilt!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh ... aaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!" she wailed, her thighs widely splayed, her knees bent crookedly, her naked pussy open and accessible to the older man's huge prick.
Bobby looked down at the innocent beauty of her pain-contorted face in triumphant satisfaction, his own face red with exertion, his fingers dug tightly into her helplessly straining thighs. Hungrily, he flexed his hardness inside her, rubbing the smooth rubbery head against the tip of her cervix, insinuating himself into the, far hidden depths of her open cunt.
Roxie Ann's pussy felt totally filled and used as she lay there. She felt as if the secret of her femininity had been discovered and exploited by the huge cock lodged tightly between her legs and knew she would never be the same after this. Her body was soiled, dirtied, an open book from now on to the man who was so cruelly fucking her. She moaned again as she felt Bobby begin a teasing withdrawal, gasped as the tightly clasping skin of her pussy pulled protestingly out with the departing shaft. His withdrawal eased the dull ache of his size a little, but without respite, he lunged forward again, raising her nakedly squirming ass cheeks all the way up off the floor as he rammed savagely forward.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii! Aaaaaaiiiiiii ..." she cried piteously, helplessly, an unwilling victim of his brutal fucking. Her cock-stretched cunt walls seemed to relax a little this time, lubricating themselves more wetly in time for the next inward fuck and the pain wasn't so bad as he began to fuck ruthlessly in and out of her slowly widening pussy walls.
Then, Bobby's hands reached up suddenly and closed in eagerly on her huge, throbbing tits, squeezing the soft white mounds, and teasing the hardened little knobs of her nipples unmercifully, while his pelvis continued to smash into her widespread loins with the power of a sledgehammer.
The wet sluicing sounds of his driving cock as it fucked rhythmically into her nakedly spread cunt etched itself in her mind, lulling her with its crazy rhythm. It isn't fair, she thought pitifully. Why did this have to happen to me? She was at a disadvantage, she knew, because she was weaker than he was. She was at his mercy, forced to submit to his desires! For the first time, she felt real compassion for those women whom circumstances had forced into a total dependency on men, an absolute submission to their lewd desires. Now she was no better than they were, a victim of her own weakness, brought to a terrible downfall by her own obstinancy and mulishness. If I had only listened to George ... George! She thought of her husband, and wondered wildly what he'd say if he knew another man was fucking her. He'd never forgive her; he'd finish with her for good and divorce her without question. The thought was suddenly too terrible to contemplate, and yet, some of it was his fault too. That dreadful ass-fucking he had subjected her to, it had really all started with that! And then, where had he been last night? Wild thoughts conjured themselves up in her fevered brain, reality merged with fantasy, but at the back of it all there was an insistent cry, something she wanted to shout out, to deny, but it was no use, it wouldn't be denied, she was beginning to enjoy it! No! No! Her brain shrieked crazily, but it was too late. Her body was beginning to enjoy the lust-crazed cunt fucking that Bobby Estrada was giving her!
Shame flooded Roxie Ann's face in a scarlet mask, but it was quickly forgotten as a lewd wave of intense, uncontrollable pleasure washed through her, followed quickly by innumerable tiny licking flames of obscene desire. There was no doubt about it now, her cunt once again betrayed her and was revelling now in the wild fucking it was being subjected to by the lusty older man. And it was doing it in a licentious way it had never done before, even for her own husband, George!
Bobby Estrada immediately sensed her struggle against acquiescence and smiled. It was always the same with these so-called open minded married chicks, acting sexually free, and the first time another man tries to fuck them, they try to back out of it. But as soon as they got a taste of strange cock, they go mad for it, and this little number is no different! "Ooooooohhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... yeeessss ... fuck me ... ooooh! Ohh! Fuck me!" Roxie Ann moaned, unable to hold back any longer.. Another long low wail of pleasure escaped her tightly clenched teeth and her body shook in a tremendous shudder of ecstasy. A dull flush transfused her body and her wide stretched cunt began a slow upward, voluntary grinding motion as her thighs splayed open even further to allow more and more of the lust driven prick into her burning pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhh ..." she mewled passionately, "I like it ... I like it ... fuck me ... aaaiiiiii!"
"Sure you do, honey," Bobby groaned wetly into her face as he pumped furiously into her open young cunt, his muscular ass cheeks hollowing and flaring from his effort, and suddenly, he reached down, and grasping her slender ankles, hoisted each leg over his shoulder, bending her nakedly curved body and exposing her hungrily twisting cunt plane even more for his deeply fucking cock.
Their bodies were slapping together in abandoned unison, the air resounding with the rhythmic wet sounds of nakedly smacking passion. Roxie Ann's ankles were locked desperately up around his neck and her fingers were clutching at his thighs, pulling him deeper into her. Her long blonde hair was matted with sweat and flailed out limply around her thrashing head, and her face, a moist pink and mouth open wide, was contorted with a wild, untamed lust. Her eyes were smoky and glazed over with sexual pleasure and her red full lips were twisted into a lasciviously constant moan. All sense of reality was abandoned as she jerked her body against him; all thoughts of George or her integrity forgotten in the mad rush towards completion which had taken possession of her body. She was like a being possessed, all thoughts centered on one thing: the delicious fulfillment which was within easy reach. Bobby Estrada was no longer the vile, cruel man; he was only a virile man with a hardened cock who was giving her hungrily devouring pussy such tremendous pleasure, making her respond in a way she had never dreamed possible. It was sheer bliss, and she didn't care about the who's or why's, all that mattered was that it was happening and that she was enjoying it. Everything merged together in her sub consciousness as base, carnal desire took over and turned her into a living tornado of raw, searing emotions. She felt as if her body was strained to taut breaking point and knew that the end was near. Her every nerve ending was reaching desperately towards that glorious first release from another man's cock, and her hotly writhing pussy was clutching tenaciously at the wet, jabbing shaft, sucking it even further into her livid depths.
Roxie Ann's wriggling ass cheeks were grinding greedily up against the dangling softness of his churning, cum-bloated balls as they smacked heatedly against her with each inward thrust, and her voice was a raucous incoherent moan. And then, at last, the moment came ...
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ... Oh God, oh God, Bobby, I'm there ... I'm there, I'm ... MMMMMMMMmmmmmnnnnnn ..." She was cumming! Her body was flailing and twisting like a lariat, beyond all control, her furious spasmodic jerks nearly wrenching Bobby's turbulent cock away from its moorings. She was insane, her voice screaming out, her legs like manacles around his neck, her hands like steel claws puncturing the flesh of his thighs, as her hotly clenching pussy lips flowered open and gushed forth a shower of hot steamy cunt-juices. Her huge naked tits were bobbing against his chest, the nipples like sharp little spears and her head was flung back in a wild abandoned pose.
Roxie Ann had never experienced anything like it!
Explosions of multi-colored light dazzled her eyes and her body was on fire, rivulets of flame scorching her skin and searing her to the marrow of her bones. Her frame ached from the prolonged spasms of her release, and she had never imagined that cumming could be so intense, so absorbing. It was like a miracle. Torrents of pleasurable heat flooded her and her head was swimming away on the crest of warm, enveloping ecstasy, when in the dim recesses of her mind, she heard Bobby's throaty scream of release.
"Oh Roxie honey, I'm cumming ... I'm cumming in your pussy ... Aarrrrgggghhhh ... arrgghhhh ... !!" And then she felt the first delicious jets of his molten river of jism as it erupted from the tip of his wildly jerking cock deep up into her hungrily sucking cunt, flooding her already drenched cavern and seeping into every hidden -little recess of her open depths. She wanted it, yes, she wanted Bobby's hotly gushing cock-juice splashing around inside her, Bobby, who had shown her such unbelievable pleasure! She had him to thank for finally reaching the epitome of orgasm beneath a male cock and a wave of warm, appreciative gratitude washed over her.
Bobby continued to pump his hot, thick cum into her now hungrily accepting cunt, until at last, it was over. Roxie Ann felt the slow deflating of his incredibly virile prick as it finally began to slip wetly from her sperm-flooded depths. She was completely satiated, oblivious to everything except her own wonderful sense of satisfaction.
"Did your pussy like Bobby's big prick fucking in and out of it?" he finally managed to ask. God, she had been a terrific fuck l
"Oooohhh, yes, Bobby. And I can feel all your hot cum up inside my cunt now ... it still feels soooooo gooooodddd ..."
Chapter Five
"Roxie, honey, you want to do me a favor and see if we have any more batteries for the number eight dildo? They should be in that box over there. You'll never guess who wants them ... !" Faye whispered to the young blonde in the back room of The Sexx Shoppe.
"Sure, I'll check. Who wants them?" Roxie Ann asked curiously, pulling a box down from the shelf and rummaging through it.
"Marlena Gould, the famous movie actress." "You're kidding!"
"She's got a short black wig on and some sunglasses, but it's her all right, I'd know those tits anywhere, they're bigger than yours and mine combined!"
"What's she doing in town. I thought she lived in Hollywood. Prescott is a long ways from Tinsel Town."
"She's supposed to be making a film not too far away from here with her husband and Antino D'Innocetti. Don't you read the papers? Anyway, what they say about her must be true." "What do they say about her?"
"That she's absolutely insatiable! She's rumored to take on at least five or six men a night!"
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. You'd think with that gorgeous hunk of a husband of hers and the five or six men, her hungry pussy wouldn't need a dildo. But to each her own, I guess!"
"Yes, I guess so. Gosh, it's hard to believe though."
"Nothing is hard to believe, honey. Haven't you learned that yet? Anyway, I've got to go back out and ring her sales up. She's buying stacks of books, too. Did you find the batteries?"
"Here they are," Roxie Ann replied, handing the beautiful excited brunette a large box. "Thanks. Hey, when I'm finished helping Ms. Gould, I'm gonna split, okay? I've got a ... uh ... date ..."
"Sure, go on ahead," Roxie Ann smiled. Faye smiled back, and returned to the front of the store. "Here they are, Ms. Gould ... they'll ... huh ..." she faltered. Whoops, she shouldn't have slipped like that. If Marlena Gould went to all the trouble of putting on a disguise, so that no one would recognize her, she really should have honored her wishes and played the game along with her. But the sensuous actress only smiled.
"No matter what I do, darling, I just can't hide these tits of mine, can I? Oh, well."
Faye grinned, and rang up the sale. "That will be ... gosh ... one hundred and eleven dollars and sixty-nine cents."
"Most of my pleasures are expensive, but they are certainly worth it," Marlena said, handing Faye the money. "Especially my many sexual pleasures. Goodbye, darling, and thank you."
Faye watched the beautiful actress walk out of the shop and wished she had thought of asking for her autograph, but it was too late now. And if she didn't hurry, she'd be late for her date.
Gathering her pack of cigarettes and purse in her hand, she said a cheery goodbye to Roxie Ann with a backward wave of her hand, and left the bookstore. She was feeling on top of the world, because she had the afternoon off, the rest of the day stretched in front of her, and she was absolutely free, free to spend it fucking with George!
Although it was only just over a week since she had met George Weston, she could hardly remember what it was like without him. Of course, he found it hard sometimes to get time off during the day, but then they had the evenings, long happy evenings spent in her apartment, fucking and sucking ... altogether it was one of the happiest and exciting weeks Faye had had in a long time. Roxie Ann didn't seem to be raising any objections either, to his being away at night so much, but Faye smiled to herself at this. It was pretty obvious to her that there was something going on between her and Bobby Estrada. Of course, she'd never voice her suspicions about her to George, especially because her girlfriend's little fling was working out so well in Faye's favor ... yes, it was working out very well!
Millie let out now a loud loose groan as her lover suddenly clamped his lips back over her huge, naked tittie and bit down hard on her taut little nipple, his lips sucking hard while his tongue swirled around the trembling point ... Roxie Ann read hotly from a paperback shortly after Faye had left. She was sitting in her usual place behind the counter, and clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying to imagine the delicious feelings Millie was experiencing as her lover sucked at her naked tittie. But when she re-opened her eyes a moment later, she saw a handsome young man come into the store. Quickly she closed the book, and smiled in welcome.
He had a large box in one arm and was carrying a hefty book under his arm and Roxie Ann knew immediately that he was a salesman. She tried to hide her irritation, because her smile was mechanical and she had just been on the point of closing up the store and slipping into the back room to Bobby. She knew he'd be waiting for her, and her skin tingled excitedly at the thought of what was in store for her, if only she could get rid of this turkey. Perhaps if she told him that Bobby was out, and to call again some other time ... but it was too late. Bobby himself had materialized and was greeting the fair-haired young man enthusiastically. Roxie Ann felt a pang of disappointment stab at her as Bobby and the stranger disappeared into the back room together, and she wondered if Bobby would forget about their plans to fuck. She herself certainly wouldn't. In fact, that seemed to be all she lived for, this past week, those glorious times she spent with Bobby, feeling his body close to hers, tasting his mouth on hers, and best of all, feeling the powerful drive of his cock as it thrust deep into her naked cunt ... it was heavenly! She didn't know if George had noticed her new outlook on life, her lack of interest in him. She supposed it was blatant but she didn't care. But come to think of it, George himself seemed pretty preoccupied' of late. Roxie Ann figured he must be busy at the department store, and was glad that he was too busy to pay much attention to her. However, she couldn't deny that she felt a little piqued to think that she was actually being unfaithful to her husband and he didn't seem to notice anything. But that wasn't the point, she breathed happily. The point was that she was enjoying herself in a way she never thought possible!
"Roxie, have you got a minute?" Bobby called from his office and she hurried in response.
"In fact, this may take more than .a minute, so you'd better lock up the store for a while," Bobby smiled, and Roxie Ann, her heart thumping, ran back and locked the door. Was the stranger going to leave after all ... and leave her alone with Bobby so they could fuck?
She returned to the back room and Bobby came over to her, his arm caressing her shoulder fondly, his mouth enveloped in a large grin.
"Sweetie, this is Dave Albertson, he sells kinky clothes. I don't think you've met before." Roxie Ann shook the outstretched hand and, ignoring the man's flirty wink, turned in bewilderment to Bobby.
"We thought it a good idea for you to try on some of the outfits, so we can decide which ones we want to stock."
"B -- but, Bobby," Roxie Ann stammered, at a loss for what to say.
"Oh don't worry, baby, nobody'll see you but Dave and me, and Dave certainly won't mind!"
Roxie Ann turned to look at the young man. Although he was very attractive, and his body was long and lean, she felt a sudden dislike for him.
"No, I don't think ..." she began helplessly, but Bobby cut in roughly.
"Do as I say, Roxie," and she was stung by the sharpness of his tone. His eyes were steel blue as they challenged hers, and she felt a slight shiver of fear tear at her heart. She knew that tone.
If she didn't obey, there was no telling what Bobby would do or say, and she certainly didn't want this arrogant young man to know all about, their affair, which he certainly would if Bobby got angry and started hurling insults at her about George and other things. There was nothing to do but comply. Miserably, she nodded in assent.
"That's a girl," Bobby laughed, pleased with himself. "I've picked out the ones I'd like to see, so just go into the restroom and try them on, one by one. And don't wear anything else with them, it would spoil the natural look. We want to see it in the eyes of a man in the bedroom about to start playing with his lady."
Roxie Ann's heart sank. She didn't think she could go through with it. Her face flamed at the thought of walking back into the room and confronting Bobby and the young man, wearing kinky sex outfits. But she had to, she had no choice.
A sudden consoling thought struck her and she experienced a stab of relief. Bobby wouldn't make her do anything, well, risky, because he loved her; she was, for all purposes, his mistress, and besides, the young man was probably used to seeing women almost naked. Yes, it was just Bobby's way of making sure he got stuff that would really sell.
Her heart lifted with relief, and quickly she stripped off the red cotton dress she had worn that day and picked up the first item. It was a black leather pantsuit, with two small holes right over the bosom. Roxie Ann slipped it on and couldn't help noticing in the full length mirror in the restroom how the under-bust wiring in the outfit pushed her huge titties up provocatively and how the dark little buds of her nipples were poking out. Oh God, how on earth could she go out there with her nipples sticking out in front. And there wasn't even a cunt band in the panties! It was just a split! She dug further into the box and withdrew the black high-heeled shoes and long black leather whip that completed the outfit, and squeezed her feet into the shoes, which were just half a size too small.
"Are you ready, Roxie?" Bobby called somewhat impatiently, and Roxie Ann, trembling in apprehension, slipped out of the restroom and glided into his office, the whip dangling loosely from her fingers.
She saw an appreciative gleam in Bobby's eyes ,and heard the man, Dave, draw in his breath quickly. She kept her eyes downcast, and in response to Bobby's instructions, walked slowly around the room. She was conscious of the eyes of the two men on her almost nakedness and was startled to feel the sudden wicked stiffening of her errant little nipples poking out through the black leather top.
"It sure is a sexy outfit," Bobby chuckled, his eyes glued on the soft curves of the body he knew so well. Dave couldn't draw his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight of her tits protruding from the jumpsuit, and they fell down to become riveted on the fine, barely visible wisps of her blonde colored pussy hairs sticking out from the split in the crotch. Roxie Ann's hair was piled high on her head, with tendrils like unfurled feathers framing her face, and she looked like a beautiful dominant bitch.
"I know lots of guys who'd love their asses whipped by you," Dave grinned all too familiarly, and Roxie Ann's face flamed into color.
"Try the next one now, honey, the two-piece black and red lace one ..."
Roxie Ann was glad to escape the searing stares of the two men, and fled into the restroom. She pulled off the one-piece costume and without a glance at her lithe sinewy body, she put on the other one that Bobby had mentioned. She was dismayed to find that the bottom was just a black lace garter belt, barely able to cover her golden pussy-bush. The top was no more than a bra, with two holes in the front for her nipples to go through, surrounded by red lace. She'd never even seen anything like it and she knew that the black emphasized the whiteness of her skin. With a sick lump in her throat, she stepped out of the restroom. She couldn't explain to herself why she felt so embarrassed. There was nothing but her own instinct to go on, and yet, she knew she didn't trust the situation, so the best thing to do in the circumstances, she thought, was to get it over with as soon as possible.
"My God!" Dave said suddenly when she walked into the room, and she was immediately conscious of the briefness of the costume, and how she must appear to the two drooling men.
"Man, do you look sexy!" Bobby exclaimed, his cock lurching excitedly at the sensuous sight that his mistress made.
"Why don't you let your hair loose?" Dave suggested and before she could say anything, he had moved quickly over to her. She cringed slightly as she felt the touch of his fingers on her throat as he reached up and loosened the bobby pins that held her curls in place. He was standing very near to her, so near that her naked nipples were brushing against his muscular chest, and her heart leapt into her mouth when, as his thigh brushed hers, she could tell that his cock had become hard and erect under his pants.
"Jesus Christ!" he whistled, as he stood back to survey his work. Roxie Ann wondered how she must look in the sexy costume, the outfit of a dominant female, yet with her golden hair curling around her face in an innocent; childish style. She sobbed almost with relief when Bobby nodded to her, signalling that she should go and change to the last costume. Oh God, I hope they don't keep me out there long with just this little thing on, she whispered fervently to herself as she slid into the thin leather panties that looked more like a G-string than panties. They had a split in the cunt band too, and just barely covered her pussy. Thin curls of her soft blonde cunt hairs curled out under the cunt band and above the top. They clung so closely to her body that the full outline of her nakedly curved ass cheeks was visible, surmounted by the crinkly erection of her nipples on her now completely naked tits, and she knew that once again the soft blonde curls of her pussy hairs were sticking out, but the costume was so brief she couldn't do a thing about it.
Once more in the back room, Roxie Ann was aware of the eyes of the two men riveted on her. She saw at a glance that they each had a drink, and Dave, in particular, was open in his admiration of her.
"Wow, man ... you're outta this world! Even Madame Youlanda herself would be jealous green!" Dave exclaimed hotly.
"W-who's Madame Youlanda?" Roxie Ann asked, partly out of curiosity and partly to try to cover up her own embarrassment at modelling this last outrageous costume and revealing her trembling body to her lover and this strange man.
"Honey, you are a babe-in-the-woods," Dave replied. "She's only the most famous professional practitioner of female domination in our State of Arizona. Gorgeous chick. She's over six feet and pure Amazon. Let me tell you! How about it, Bobby, you want to stock up the place with some costumes? They sell like hot cakes. I've talked to a few cats who've just bought them as a joke for their ladies-they weren't really into the domination scene, but then got to fooling around in fun and they got a big kick out of it. What do you say, Estrada?"
"They sell like hot-cakes, huh?"
"You can take my word for it."
"Okay, then. I'll stock up," Bobby agreed, taking a long sip from his drink, then turned towards Roxie Ann. "You sure do look sexy in that get-up, baby. My prick's harder than a steel beam!"
"Mine, too!" Dave groaned, and Roxie Ann stepped back suddenly when he advanced towards her.
"Oh, man, blondie, you sure do a lot for those leather panties. But I'd sure as hell like to see you without them!" His voice was thick and lustful and Roxie Ann shot a pleading look towards Bobby. But he was sitting back in his chair, his eyes amused as he took in the scene, and sipped at his whiskey and water.
"Is it okay if I get out of this thing now and put my dress back on?" Roxie Ann asked in what she hoped was a cold icy tone, but Bobby shook his head.
"No, why don't you prance around a little more, sweetie," he drawled, "and show Dave how experienced you are ..."
Roxie Ann turned to look at the openly staring young man, her face pale and her expression one of disgust and shock.
"Yeah, blondie, you heard what the man said," he sneered, and reaching out, cooly began to caress the soft cheeks of her near naked ass.
"Oooooh!" Roxie Ann gasped and started to pull away, but Dave caught her in a strong grip. His eyes were cold and hard, and his mouth was twisted into an excited sneer.
"You're so cool, sweetie, I'll just have to get you a little warmer!" he rasped, and then he was frenching her, his mouth hard and vehement as his tongue forced its way past her teeth and snaked hotly into her mouth. Desperately she tried to struggle and finally managed to break away.
"Please, Bobby! Make him stop!" she pleaded desparingly. "I don't want him to kiss me!"
"Hey, Roxie, be a good gal. I promised Dave a little whoopee for the fantastic bargain he's giving me on this shit!" Bobby replied, a hint of a threat in his voice. "Come on now, loosen up and show him some fun!"
Roxie Ann stared at him in disbelief. This couldn't be Bobby, her very own lover, telling her that if she understood him correctly, to let this almost total stranger fondle her titties and naked ass.
"But Bobby, honey ..." she blubbered, shaking her head feverishly. "I hardly know him!"
"That's enough, Roxie! Now be a sport, and do what my buddy Dave says!"
"Yeah, honey," Dave butted in recklessly, tossing down the last of his drink, "I want to get a look at that cute little ass I've been petting ... completely naked!"
"Absolutely not!" Roxie Ann shrieked suddenly, cowering into a corner, fear making her whole body tremble. In the din of her consternation, she heard Bobby's laugh, cold and mean, and all hope left her. The young blonde was aware of the man called Dave's hands on her as he dropped to his knees, peeling the black leather G-string down over her firmly rounded ass and thighs, and then, she was totally naked, cringing under his lustful admiration.
"Wow ... woweeeee! Look at them ... those titties!" Dave exclaimed, standing and roughly pulling her away from the corners, then reaching boldly for her leather-bound tits, crushing them excitedly in his fingers. "They're fantastic! Love them ... oh, Jesus ... love your tits! Mmmmmmnnnn ..." he smiled arrogantly, desire written clearly over his face.
Roxie Ann was mortified. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Bobby, who was obviously enjoying the whole scene. Oh, God, why was her lover acting this way? She loved to fuck ... but only Bobby, not some strange man she had just met less than an hour ago!
"Come on, baby, open those eyes and see what Dave's got for you ..." Albertson's voice was husky in her ear and her eyes opened automatically.
"Oooooh!" she couldn't suppress a gasp as her gaze fell on the hugely throbbing rod of his naked cock. He was completely nude and his heavy prick stood out like a cannon waving lewdly in her direction.
"A beauty, isn't it ..." he asked, his eyes on her beautiful, incredulous face. "Come on, come on, Roxie, show me how much you like Davey's cock!"
"Stop it and get your hands off me!" she screamed with sudden vehemence, hitting him hard on. the arm with the whip she still held in her hand, her eyes flashing anger.
"You little slut!" Dave snapped and, with a sudden brutal movement, tangled his fingers in her hair and shoved her viciously to the floor. "Some guys might be into that female dominance shit and like being beaten by a chick, but I'm not one of them!"
"Oh please stop!" she sobbed as she lay in a pathetic heap and then, suddenly, the young man was beside her, spreading her thighs wide, his gaze glued to the pinkly gleaming flesh of her trembling pussy which his rough fingers was spreading to his sight.
"Oh wow ... what a nice little cunt you've got, my dear!" he praised, his finger probing expertly at the softly quivering pussy flesh. Roxie Ann jerked back from his obscene touch as if stung, and her revulsion was not lost on the lust-crazed young man. A mask of pure lascivious desire covered his face, and with a snarl, he dug his fingers into her thighs and spread them wide apart, so far apart that the strain was unbearable. Then, he positioned himself between her nakedly spread legs and guided the heavy rubbery head of his bloated cock towards the small quivering opening of her cringing little cunt hole.
Roxie Ann lay paralyzed with fear and horror as the man named Dave readied himself. The thought that Bobby was but a few feet away from her and watching everything only added to her mortification, and a desperate hopelessness assaulted her. She was lost completely now, after this she could never hold her head up again, ever!
But the young blonde's remorseful thoughts were abruptly shut off by a harsh grating pain that assailed her down between her open thighs and split her from head to toe, and her voice cried out the agony of her pain.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... aaaiiiiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhh!" she cried, as Dave Albertson fucked his heavily throbbing cock between her cunt lips with cruel abandon, his naked hardness cutting through her defenseless little pussy hole with relentless fury. Without stopping he plowed on until at last the smooth rubbery head of his pounding cock reached the end of her upturned cunt and jarred hard against the tip of her cervix.
Dry, harsh moans escaped from her arid throat as she tried to wriggle free; but she was hopelessly skewered by the young man's pile driving prick. Her smoothly tapered legs dangled helplessly out on either side of his pelvis and her softly rounded ass cheeks were mercilessly buffeted down against the floor as he flexed his giant cock head inside her. The tight unyielding walls of her pussy closed in like a second skin around his deeply sunken cock and Roxie Ann could feel every pulse beat, every vein palpitating in his prickl She could feel the heated churning of his balls as they lay cradled in the nakedly spread crevice of her ass, and her cunt felt filled almost to the bursting point with his heavy throbbing flesh.
"Ooooohhhhhh ... ooohhhhh ... !" Roxie Ann gasped as at last he began to withdraw, and then gasped from the searing heat of his exit, feeling the smooth wet walls of her cunt pulling out with the departing hardness of hot cock flesh. Then once more, he rammed forward again like an express train, spearing into her without hesitation until his pelvis smacked against the mouth of her womb with jarring intensity. Shocks flowed through Roxie Ann, right out to her fingertips from the forcefulness of his entrance, and she gritted her teeth desperately together as he then began a slow in and out fucking rhythm, the sensitively clasping walls of her pussy becoming more and more wet, allowing him easier access for his illicit entry. He was slamming forward with all his might now, raising her helplessly impaled ass cheeks up off the floor as he fucked in, and plowing forward until his thick heavy cock was imbedded right to the hilt in her warm, defensively clasping pussy, before pulling out again until just the head of his prick was lodged up inside.
Roxie Ann could feel his cum-swollen balls smacking hard against her quivering ass cheeks as he again and again fucked into her, and the hard grind of his belly against hers as his pubic hairs meshed tightly with her own pussy-wisps. His hands were clutching fiercely at her shoulders, forcing her cunt down harder on his cock below with each inward fuck and her huge titties were jiggling from the impact of his intense fucking on her limply giving body. She could see that perspiration was beginning to coat his muscular frame and his face was reddening from his exertion.
"That's it, Albertson, fuck it to her!" Bobby's voice suddenly boomed out and Roxie Ann was sickened. How could he sit there and watch another man fuck her against her will like this?
His lewd encouragement seemed to drive the younger man on to faster speed, for the tempo of his lascivious sawing in and out increased, and against her will even perhaps because the man she thought loved her was watching, Roxie Ann found her nakedly spread cunt beginning to swing into the same lurid rhythm. At first she tried to fight it, fight the knowledge that her hot, wet cunt was beginning to respond to the screwing of still another man! But it soon was impossible to conceal as her entire body was swept along into forceful heaves against him as she raised her pelvis and suddenly tightly clenching pussy upwards to meet the deep hard thrusts of his deeply fucking cock, and then rammed suddenly downward in an instinctive effort to retain for as long as possible the delicious spear of burning flesh inside her.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as her arms flew up and drew him down onto her, flattening her pounding tits against the muscular wall of his chest, until his mouth met hers, and she responded eagerly to his kiss. This time, her tongue darted into his mouth, and hungrily swirled around his own organ, dabbing and poking at it in sheer exuberance. Her thighs opened even wider to suck his cock deeper into her, and her ankles locked behind his lower back as she clung ever tighter to him. She was very anxious now to give herself over to him completely and to show the excitedly watching Bobby Estrada how greedily her naked pussy was sucking on Dave's cock and how her swollen, blonde-fringed cunt lips nibbled at it.
Bobby stared in astonishment at the sudden change that had come over Roxie Ann. He thought he knew her as well as he knew anybody, but this wild, frenzied chick fucking insanely against that goddamn Albertsoin's prick was a stranger to him. He had suggested that Dave could try her out for a big bargain, but even more because he was getting bored than anything else. He knew that he couldn't stick to one gal for very long and the young married Roxie Ann Weston was no exception, but now he wondered if he had been wrong after all.
Estrada felt the first stirrings of desire arousing in his own prick and experienced also a stab of envy that it was the younger man who was enjoying the favors of this incredible wild blonde. Bobby had never seen her so hot before, not even in her wildest moments with him, and he wondered briefly if it was the other man's youth and blonde good looks that turned her pussy on so. Whatever it was, he was sorry that it wasn't him, and wished now that he hadn't been so hasty in offering her pussy to his friend to fuck. Still, it was exciting just watching them together, like two wild beasts, locked together in complete abandonment, their bodies jerking and fucking nakedly together in a lewd dance of wild sexual ecstasy. His prick felt as if it was about to burst, and automatically, he opened his fly and released the throbbing hardness. Shit, he sure was horny, he had to admit, and who'd think that that little blonde would make my dick this big -- and just by looking at her get fucked by someone else!
Roxie Ann was fucking back like a woman possessed. Her body just couldn't get enough of this virile young man, and she wondered if she'd go mad before she'd cum, through pure sexual frenzy! The blonde remembered nothing of her earlier diffidence, all she was aware now of was his magnificently fucking body slamming up between her open thighs, evoking primeval responses in her, turning her blood to a boiling river inside her.
"Oooooohhhh, that's it ... keep fucking my hot pussy like that!" her voice was raucous and abandoned as she spewed out the lewdly pleading words, all propriety thrown to the winds, in her fight for total release. "Keep fucking ... oooohhhhh ... ooooohhh ... aaaaiiiiiiii!"
Her lewd pleas seemed to strike off some inner fire.in Bobby and he advanced towards the insanely fucking couple, his eyes bulging out of his head, his huge, lustfully throbbing cock cradled in his hands. He had watched long enough, and he couldn't wait any more!
"Hey, Roxie," he whispered thickly. "It's me, your lover, Bobby ..." His mouth was close to Roxie Ann's ear and she stared at him stupidly, uncomprehendingly, her mouth open wide.
"B-bobby?" she repeated dumbly, a vacant look on her beautiful face.
"Yes, me, don't cum yet. Bobby wants a piece of the action ..."
The pretty blonde felt his hands roaming over her thrashing body, felt new thrills as he caressed her tightly locked cunt lips where Dave's cock fucked into her, and then felt his strong urgent fondling of her wildly flailing ass cheeks below.
"Turn her over on top of you, Dave," she heard Bobby's passion thickened voice command, and then she could feel herself being rolled over until her knees were on either side of the man called Dave's ribs and she was straddling his loins, his hardened cock now fucking heavily up into her naked pussy from below as she kneeled slavishly over him.
"Aaaaiiiiiiggghhh! Aaarrrrgghhhh! Aargh!" she chanted, grinding her open cunt down hard and pressing her huge, leather-bound tits tightly down onto his chest. Then, she gasped suddenly when in the midst of her lustful daze, she felt her rhyhimically working ass cheeks being pried forcefully apart, felt the cool rush of air on the tiny naked circle between them. Then, moments later, she felt the first lewd pressure of something hard and hot and throbbing against the cringing hole of her now defenselessly exposed asshole. Her mind didn't register what was happening, all she could think of was the other man's hotly plunging cock up into her lust hungry pussy from between her thighs below.
"Oooooohhhhh, don't stop ... don't stop fucking my pussy!" she mewled, her body alive to the pitch of intoxication, hungry to the point of being ravenous for the younger man's deliciously fucking prick. Again she felt the insistent fumbling between her wide stretched ass cheeks, and irritably jiggled her ass as if to dislodge the annoyer, and then she gasped again as she felt the unmistakable nudge of a huge cock against the tiny hole of her ass.
"Ooooohhhhh ... not my little asshole!" she gasped suddenly, realization dawning with sickening clarity. And then reason was blacked out by a blinding sheet of pain and her spinal column felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces ...
Desperately she flailed her naked, upraised ass cheeks in a futile attempt to free herself from the terrible impalement but her very movements only seemed to admit the incredibly worming intruder further up inside her.
"No, Bobby ... not my asshole!" she screamed again, but the owner of the Sexx Shoppe was deaf to her pleas, the sight of her nakedly curved ass cheeks, flattened now to allow his plundering prick entrance to her asshole, goaded him on without consideration. He continued to fuck forward, pushing the smooth rubbery flesh of her back passage relentlessly before his cock head until at long last her tiny clenched rectum was totally impaled!
Roxie Ann willed herself to relax, to be still, in spite of the delirious feelings assailing her from the young man fucking her from below, and incredibly she felt her cruelly widened rectum begin to relax. Bobby began to pull out again and then to slam forward so that she found herself incredibly buffeted between the two men, being screwed by both of them at once, Dave Albertson from below and Bobby behind!
For a moment, the unbelievable fact refused to register, and when it did, Roxie Ann waited for the tide of revulsion, the wave of disgust, the flood of self-loathing, to rush through her. But it didn't! Nothing like that happened. She couldn't believe it and then, it couldn't be happening! Oh no, not this! Her lust-crazed mind screamed in denial while her entire body pro-claimed submission. Her inflamed rectum had started to emulate her feverishly clenching pussy walls and welcome the unabated assault of a heavy, ass-stretching cock! And she was actually beginning to enjoy being so lewdly fucked between two men at once, lasciviously excited by having a complete stranger screw her hotly accepting cunt, while Bobby Estrada plunged his lust-heated cock into her now ecstatically responding rectum ... she loved it, loved it!
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... yes ... yesssss ... oh God, it feels so good ... ooooohhhhhh!"
Her body was furiously bucking and gyrating in rhythm to the pounding of the two men, and obscene, lascivious thrills emanated from every part of her body as she allowed herself to be tossed and threshed like a limp doll between the two heavily perspiring men. She enjoyed being sandwiched between them as they vented their mounting passion in a series of deep hard furious thrusts, the two cocks rubbing hotly against each other through the thin dividing membrane between her cunt and ass-walls. Roxie Ann was enjoying the dual fucking like she had never enjoyed anything before in her life. Oh God, now she was really free, she thought wildly, and knew that she only wanted to be free in order to enslave herself deeper to the chains of carnal lust. Her body was fermenting with desire and she knew that she was on the verge of Gumming. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling and she was coated with sweat as she thrust back with all her strength against the twin onslaughts. Ooooooh, she thought, I'm going to cum now, I'm going to cum while two men are fucking into my pussy and asshole at the same time!
And that was her last rational thought as a great whirlwind of warm flooding heat raced through her and washed away the last vestiges of resistance from her insanely churning body, leaving her free to revel in the incredible sensations of pleasure taking lewd possession of her whole being.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhaaaiiiii!" her hoarse cries rang out in the room and her arms waved wildly and her body cascaded with the ripples of pleasure from her incredible release. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm ... I'm ... Aaaagggghhhhhh! I'm cuuummmmmiiiiinnngggggg!!!"
Roxie Ann's body was convulsed with thousands of miniature spasms and every inch of her skin seemed alight with ecstatic fire. Through the din of her release, she could hear the wild, animalistic cries of the two men as they reached their climax together, and their shrieks added immeasurably to her own joy at the realization that they were both going to spew their white-hot cock-juices into her, and of the pleasure and thrills they were undoubtedly experiencing from fucking her, Roxie Ann Weston!
Then her body was tossing about like a buoy at sea, crashing between their two heavily sweating bodies as they both grunted and shot their waiting jets of white-hot cum into her in unison, flooding her pussy and asshole, the thick boiling jism uniting in a pool deep somewhere in her hungrily absorbing belly. Their jerking cocks triggered off fresh shudders of orgasmic pleasure inside her, injecting her tired body with new carnal sensations, until she thought she'd die from the sheer wanton joy of being fucked by, and cumming simultaneously with, two wildly groaning men.
Then, at last it was all over, and she could feel the spasms subsiding in her well-fucked body and was aware of the softening of their two cum-drained cocks inside her as they began to slip from her still gently throbbing passages. She knew that what she had just felt was bliss, sheer, unadulterated bliss, and the knowledge that she had reached a new height on the climb towards real liberation elevated her dizzily ... and she wanted more! She wanted to feel once again stuffed full of cocks!
"Ohhhhhhh ... Bobby ... Dave ... fuck me again, please. I want to cum again ..." she panted heavily in a naked heap on the floor.
"Oh, wow, baby," Bobby groaned, "I won't be able to get this dick of mine up for the rest of the fucking day after that ball-juicer!"
"Me neither, blondie," Dave panted nakedly beside her, "though I'll be glad to oblige in about an hour ..."
"An hour ... !" Roxie Ann wailed. "But my pussy and asshole are still all hot ... oh, please ... !"
"Just can't, honey ... sorrry," Estrada apologized. "Besides, I don't want my little lady to get too greedy, it's not becoming."
"I know! I'll go out front and get one of the dildos ... you can fuck my pussy with it until your pricks get hard again!"
"No, Roxie, not now, baby. I ... huh ... have some pressing business to take care of," he said, neglecting to tell her he had a hot date with a horny little redhead in about fifteen minutes. The chick had promised to meet him in his car for a blow-job before he went home to his wife. Christ, he hoped Sally wasn't in one of her hotto-fuck moods, for he'd have a hell of time trying to get it up tonight!
"But Bobby ... I want to cum again, just like I did!" She sounded like a spoiled child, she knew, but she was frustrated.
"No buts. Now get dressed, there'll be lots of time tomorrow. If you come in early, we can fuck before we open, okay, babe?"
Get dressed, there'll be lot's of time tomorrow. If you come in early, we can fuck before we open, okay babe?"
Reluctantly, the sex-hungry young blonde agreed. "Okay, Bobby, then how about me and Dave here staying awhile? Okay by you, Dave?" she asked hopefully.
"Sounds great, honey. But no kidding, you gotta give me some time to get this thing up."
"I'll even help it!" she exclaimed hotly, licking her lips as she glanced down at his naked, limp cock still drenched with her pussy juices.
"Man, Estrada, I can't believe her!" Dave grinned. "The Sexx Shoppe has the hottest little salesgirl I've ever seen!"
Chapter Six
"Ugggghhh ... ugh ... uggggghhhhh ... !" Roxie Ann panted as she dragged a large box full of new books from the back room in the store, then stopped in front of a partially empty rack reserved for Sexx Shoppe Books. The pretty blonde was perspiring from the exertion, and as she straightened up, she could feel a drop of sweat roll teasingly from between her shoulder blades down her back and into the dark little crack between her ripely curved ass cheeks.
"Oooooohhhh ..." she moaned, and then giggled. It-felt like someone tickling her asshole with a feather! Wishing it were, she began ripping open the cardboard flap. Aside from the small amount of heavy work involved lugging the full boxes into the store proper, unpacking the new month's shipments was one of her favorite duties at The Sexx Shoppe. She always chose a time, like now when there were no customers in the store so she could read through them, deciding which books looked the most exciting to her before she placed them on the racks ... but it seemed as though each and every one of them got her pussy all worked up and cock-hungry. It wasn't as though she wasn't getting enough cock ... ever since that day over a month ago when Bobby and Dave Albertson had fucked her pussy and ass at the same time, she had been fucking at least two men a day here at the bookstore. If Bobby wasn't around, then sometimes she'd seduce a customer or two, which was very good for business, for they always came back! Bobby was very proud of her, and the business was booming. He was even thinking of opening an adult theatre next door and making her, Roxie Ann Weston, the manager, that is if the City Council, and more particularly the chairman, Elmer Markser, would get off their high-and-mighty asses and give them a permit!
Yes, she was having the time of her life, what with all the sex in her life now and all the money she was earning on her own, in spite of the fact that she and George were practically strangers now. Roxie Ann hardly saw her husband anymore, and it was rare they slept in the same bed -- on the few nights that he was home. Roxie Ann suspected he was having an affair with another woman, which hurt her, but what could she do?, George didn't seem to be interested in fucking her, so why not get her kicks elsewhere? Although she still loved George they didn't seem to have much in common, and the pretty blonde suspected that one of these days they would be going their separate ways.
"Hummmmmmmmm ..." she sighed, trying to shake off the depressing thought, and pulled out a book from the top of the box.
"Olympic Sex Games ..." she read the title aloud. It looked exciting, and as she placed it on the rack she made a mental note to start reading it later on that afternoon. Roxie Ann made it a point to always read new books first for she found them the most exciting. Although she would have liked to, it just wasn't possible to read all the books they sold from other publishing companies each new month, so like hungry children given the choice, she ate her dessert first.
The pretty blonde was just reaching for another paperback in the box when she heard the door to the store open.
"Hi there, sexy!" came the familiar voice of Dick Martell, one of The Sexx Shoppe's regular customers. When she had first started working at the bookstore she hadn't liked Dick. He always seemed to embarrass her, talking about his various sexual experiences. He had even seemed to delight in making her squirm and flush. But things were so much different now, the pretty blonde smiled, and he was one of her favorites. She really had been so innocent!
"Hi yourself, Dickie," she said, looking up towards the handsome man and a younger welldressed youth of about eighteen who had come in together. "Who's your friend?"
"Elmer Markser, Junior, I am very pleased to introduce Ms. Roxie Ann Weston. Roxie, Elmer ..."
"H-how do you do ..." the young man stammered, unable to keep his eyes off the sensuous blonde's huge tits.
"Are you the Elmer Markser's son ...?"
"F-raid so," he answered.
"Old man Markser would have a fart attack if he knew his son even thought about coming into an adult bookstore, let alone actually doing it. But I thought the kid might get a kick out of it, and meeting you, Roxie." Dick Martell smiled knowingly. "Since the place isn't too busy now, I thought you might want to show him around, you know?"
Roxie Ann couldn't help smiling back. Show him around, hell ... Dick wanted her to fuck the living shit out of the boy, and her pussy started getting all hot and tingly at the thought. "I'd be more than happy to, Dick ..."
"Great. Listen, I've got to run some errands. Nice meeting you again, Markser. Great little bookstore, huh?"
"Yeah, Dick," the young man replied, looking around the place with wide eyes. Crap, he'd never seen anything like it, ever! And he wasn't dumb ... he had seen the knowing looks that had passed between the sexy little blonde and his new friend ... she was going to let him fuck her. Dick was right!
"See you kids later," Martell smiled, then started towards the door ..."and don't do anything I wouldn't do ..."
"Get out of here, Martell!" the pretty blonde ordered playfully, laughing as Dick closed the door behind him. "He's sure a kick, isn't he?"
"Yeah ... sure is ..." Elmer responded. "Where in heaven's name did the son of Elmer Markser ever meet a character like Dick?"
"Oh ... well ... I was sort of hanging around the corner just now looking for a gal I met named Maria ... and ... uh ... Dick recognized me from the pool hall. We just started talking."
"I see ..." Roxie Ann smiled and licked her lips. "Did you ever find her?"
"Find who?" the young man asked, feeling his cock stir in his pants.
"The girl you said you were looking for ..." "M-Maria? I ... well, no."
"Too bad ... for her, I mean ... gosh, if you had found her I might never have met you, Elmer ..." Roxie Ann purred, hungrily, looking down at the younger man's rapidly swelling crotch. "Looks like you're horny. ..." She felt so naughty teasing him like that!
"W-what?" Elmer asked, startled by her words. My God, did Roxie Ann really ask him if he was horny?
"I said, it looks like you're horny ... that prick of yours looks mighty uncomfortable in your pants."
"I don't believe you, I just don't believe you ..." Elmer shook his head back and forth as though trying to clear it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ... and I don't believe that big dick-bulge, either. It's got my pussy all fired-up just thinking about it. You are going to make my pussy even hotter, aren't you?"
"Oh, wow!" Elmer moaned, "I sure am!" The young man knew exactly what he wanted, and Roxie Ann Weston embodied it all at that moment. The promise in her eyes and in the lushness of her body held him captive. And the knowledge, as he reached out to take the sexy blonde into his arms, that anyone could walk into the store at anytime and catch them, heightened his excitement. He was sure he would enjoy this fuck more than his very first three with that whore Maria!
Elmer Markser reached for her, and Roxie Ann came into his arms, excitedly, her lips waiting, as he searched and found them with his own. Their mouths welded together in passion; their tongues probed searchingly, tasting, savoring, and exciting each other. Then, with gently caressing hands, he explored her body; her lushly ripened curves under the thin material of her dress were almost unencumbered. She wore nothing but the panties and thin bra under it. He felt her huge sensuous tits through the dress and massaged them, aware of their smooth firmness under his hands. Revelling in the feel of them, the young man wanted them free and naked, sleekly alive and quivering beneath his touch. Suddenly, his hand slid upward, along her back, to her neck, found the zipped clasp. He grasped it and it gave a long, smooth sighing pull, and opening her dress to the waist. The garment fell forward, and he took her arms out, the dress falling to the floor. One jerk and the thin bra fell, exposing her hot ripe body to the navel. A gasp escaped Roxie Ann's lips and then a moan. She was a feast for his eyes, her nakedly throbbing tits glowing alabaster white, and just underneath her smooth, flawless skin, he could see tiny little veins, accentuating the transparency of her creamy smooth flesh.
Instantly, his mouth was on her nipple, kissing it, his hands caressing her softly pliant orbs of warm flesh, and while his mouth hungrily sucked one pink nipple, his hands gently kneaded the other. He rolled the nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling it growing to become firmly erect before he switched the process. Elmer still almost couldn't believe it was happening ... what a stroke of fantastic luck! But he had to believe it ... what he was fondling caressingly was a real flesh and blood woman ... an experienced woman who worked in an adult bookstore ... a woman so beautiful, so desirable, so hot she could only happen in dreams, and he wasn't dreaming, that was for fucking sure!
Elmer leaned down then, forcing her eyes to follow. With deft movements, he removed the dress from her feet, tossing it, carelessly, on the floor of the store until only those sexy little white panties remained.
"Oh God, Roxie Ann," he groaned, catching her to him again, forcing his tongue into her wet, softly whimpering mouth. His hand, caressing her white, smoothly curved ass cheeks, found the elastic cuntband of her nylon panties. Then, his outstretched middle finger squirmed inside to find the dampened pussy curls and her already slickened, warmly swollen cunt-slit.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" Roxie Ann groaned and jerked as though seared with an electric charge ... oh, God, it felt so good! She stared hotly at this strange young man drooling at her almost-naked body. Her arms flew up to cover her huge tits. "We've got to go in back ... quick! Someone might come through the door!"
"I can't wait!" he groaned, his face hard now, and he grasped the waistband of her wispy panties, stripping her free of the slight encumbrance to make her completely naked. She was his alone, for now, to gaze upon, and his lustful eyes took in all of her, the sensuously restrained swelling of her hips, the tiny indented waist, the long tapering legs, exciting him, sending slashing erotic sensations knifing through his thickly pulsing cock. His eyes boring into her cunt, he saw her golden pussy-bush, the female furrow of her moist-excited cunt barely visible beneath it. His huge hardened cock jerked again inside his pants, making its bid for freedom, and he could already feel the slippery lubricant oozing out of its slitted cock-head. Elmer hadn't realized until then, how incredibly aroused he really was ... he'd waited too long, with all that talk. He wanted her so damned bad he could taste it! He had to get it into her and quick! And, he still had all of his clothes on, he realized as he reached down to open the zipper of his fly.
"No, don't ... not in the store! Let's go in back!" she gasped.
"No! I can't wait!" he repeated hoarsely.
His strong young hands were fast and efficient, and they moved with sure knowledge on his clothing. Soon he was stripped naked, to reveal his virile young body, with his fully erect cock standing out from his loins, massively ample, throbbing and stiffly alert ...
Roughly, he grabbed the hotly trembling young blonde then, plastering her naked body to his in an enveloping bear-hug, his wetly hungering lips searching for hers, finding them and kissing her hard, mashing her soft full lips back against her teeth, while his avid tongue surged into her mouth. The excitement at what was about to happen, hit her then, and she twisted her mouth aside, breaking the kiss, to bury her face against his chest ..."Please, let's ... go ..."
Insistently, his hands moved over her lush young body, exploring the silky smoothness of her back, down over the firm roundness of her ass cheeks and her hugely up thrusting tits. Finally, his over-eager young hands reached down again to the fuzzy, golden hairs of her cunt. She reacted involuntarily, attempting to twist away from him and begging, "P-please ... oohhhhh ... please ... not here!"
"I can't wait! I can't wait!" he growled, not giving in to the blonde's worried, near hysterical plea.
"I gotta ... my prick ... oh, God ... my prick ..." he murmured as his mouth slid down from her lips to the softly quivering fullness of her tits. Elmer took a budding little pink nipple into his mouth, absorbing the whole of it, including the areola. He nibbled on it voraciously, his hands keeping up their tantalizing caresses, probing each luscious contour of her fearfully trembling nakedness.
"God ... you're absolutely beautiful ... Roxie Ann!" he choked, as he moved across to capture the huge mounds of the titties his lips had just left. This time, his teeth dug hungrily into the berry-like bud of the nipple. She was shaking as though struck with a chill. Jesus, yes! Soon now! She seemed about ready to go into orbit!
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiil" she gasped. "That hurts, Elmer!"
Ignoring her cry of pain and the objections to his rough treatment, the young man pushed the naked young blonde down onto the floor in front of a book rack. Wide-eyed and startled, she watched him, fascinated but worried that someone might come in and catch them.
Elmer Markser's fully erect prick swayed before her awed gaze. It stood out, pointing straight at her ... oh, wow, it was so big! Roxie Ann just couldn't wait to feel it fucking deep up into her pussy. But then she remembered she was lying naked on the floor of the store. She had to get him in the back room!
"Let's go in back, please ..." she gasped chokingly. "It's too dangerous!"
The young man saw the look of fear in her face as she glanced towards the door, and smiled as her gaze returned to his hotly jerking prick.
"What's the matter, haven't you ever fucked in the bookstore before? Dave said you do it with him all the time. Said you've given him some great head behind the counter ..."
"A blow-job behind the counter is one thing, fucking naked on the floor a few feet from the door is another. Someone could come in at any moment!" She blanched at the thought.
"Seems to me it's more exciting that way, you know? I've only been with Maria three times, but each time I make her get fucked someplace where we could get caught. Wow ... we did it in a fuckin' phone booth for my first time, standing up! And then, I fucked her in the park right next to some old lady sitting on a bench, she must have been deaf because we were fucking up a storm! And then the third time I ever got balled ..."
My God! She thought, this seemingly shy young man was a kinky sex-maniac! What could she do? His eyes had never left her, and it was the eyes and voice that held her transfixed. She thought he would surely kill her now if she tried to move ... he was insane with lust!
"You'll find out how big my prick really is when I shove it into your tight little cunt!" he panted, reaching down to grasp the rigidly throbbing hardness in his hand. With a lewd motion, he pulled the heavy foreskin back to reveal the moistly pulsing cock-head beneath. "Y-you like it, Roxie Ann?" he asked, eager that she should be pleased. But, before she could answer, he lay down beside her on the floor, his hands moving over her nakedly trembling body again. Gradually his fingers worked lower until he was stroking her lushly ripened ass cheeks and, at the same time, trying to get a hand up her hot little pussy.
A sudden fear gripping her, she instinctively tried to protect herself from his exciting frontal assault by clamping her legs tightly together and attempting to wriggle away from him.
"Let's go in back ... please!" she pleaded again.
"No! Now, open your legs, damn it! How do you expect me to get that cute little cunt of yours?" he groaned, and raised his fist threateningly.
Quaking with a mixture of desire and fear, Roxie Ann did as he instructed and felt his outstretched middle finger sliding down through her wetly throbbing furrow to slip into the wet tightness of her cunt. He thrust it in and out several times, never very far, just teasing her pussylips, then moved upward to tease her erect little clitty lying between the heated folds at the top of her pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!" she moaned, writhing her hips back and down into the hard floor in an effort to escape the exciting finger that gouged and wormed into her moistly quivering cunt flesh.
"Mmmmmmmm ... your cunt's nice and tight," he mumbled. "It's all hot and slippery ... oh, wow, oh, Jesus ... it feels so good fingering your pussy like this!"
Roxie Ann gasped desperately, "Oh! That feels so good ... but a customer might come in! Please ..." she moaned.
Her pleas didn't reach him, and he was deaf to them. Her movements to escape could be high passion or genuine terror. He couldn't care less! Christ! He had to fuck this tight pussy now, or go crazy!
"That's it, Roxie! Move that little ass!" Elmer groaned, levering himself up on strong young arms as his hips came down between her widespread legs. The lust-swollen head of his cock was pulsating hotly at the tiny, cunthaircovered opening of her pussy as he panted down at her. "You're beautiful, oh, God, you're beautiful, Roxie ... my old man doesn't know what he's missing! Oh, my God ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... You like to get fucked. Dave said, and you are going to get fucked ... but good! By me!"
Roxie Ann knew he was crazy with lust. She saw it in his face and he was going to fuck his long thick prick into her hot little cunt right here on the floor in the store and more paralysing fear and alarm quaked in her. Oh God! It was one thing to fuck in the back, but what if someone should catch them and report her! She'd lose her job for sure, and Bobby might even lose the bookstore. But what could she do? She was going to be almost raped by. this young man who had turned into a sex-maniac, and she felt utterly powerless to stop him! Her limbs were frozen, her mind numbed ... and the fire in her cunt was raging!
Then, reaching down between her legs, Elmer grasped the rock-hard shaft of his cock and placed its pulsing head directly in line with her quivering cunthole. Then, with a slight flexing of his ass, he pressed hard against her fear tensed pussylips.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Roxie Ann heard herself wailing with desire, and a sharp pain slashed her belly as he shoved harder. "Y-your cock is ... so big ... tears me open ... Please ... ooooohhhhhhh! My pussy is so hot for it! But you're killing me!" Oh God! He was wild! He's fucking my cunt right here in the store ... and she loved it!
"I knew you'd like it! Oh God! I knew you'd like my dick! Oh God! I'm gonna fuck you now ... I can't wait ... I gotta really fuck you with it now I"
Elmer's hips moved forward and downward with deliberately cruel force, as the thickly pulsing cock head moved a little deeper into the helpless blonde's nakedly spread cunt, stretching the walls brutally. Passion raced over her delicate face; it was almost unbearable, from the look of her, and he kept pushing.
"Yes! God yes!" She was frantic and screaming now as she felt herself stretching, stretching until she was sure she was being ripped from asshole to clitty. "Yes! Oooooooohhhhhh! Stop teasing me ... fuck!!!"
With strength born of desperation, Roxie Ann tried to roll her cunt up harder, to engulf that thick tormenting hardness, and her movements were rewarded, making his cock slip further into her naked cunt. Then, she felt her hotly pulsing tissues begin to rip inside her. Her head swivelled, wildly, and she found no retreat from his exciting impalement. There was no escaping this young man; she was pinned to the floor beneath him. "Oh God, please fuck me harder ... oooohhhhhhhhhhh ... uuugggggghhhh! Shove that big huge prick of yours harder into my hot little cunt ... ooohhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hold still, Roxiel" It was an animalistic grunt.
"Fuck me harder!" she sobbed. "I-I can't stand it! Fuck me harder!"
"Oh God ... Roxie ... I ... lam ... but if I don't watch it I'm gonna cream all over you ... just give me a second ... then I'll get the whole mother in and you'll really know you've got something!" Oh Christ! She was tighter than a goddamned vise!
Then, the excited young man pushed ... hard! He dug in with his toes, levering his hard muscled body over her, and using all the strength of his strong back and legs, rammed his massively stiffened cock into the tight resiliency of her nakedly spread cunthole as she screamed and bucked in exquisite agony beneath him. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he grimaced with the discomfort, but for him, there was no backing off now. He was determined to get his long hard cock into her tight little pussy if it was the last thing he ever did!
"Someone could walk in right now and catch us ... oohhh!" he grunted excitedly. "They would catch me fucking you!" he moaned and then, calling forth all the power in his young body, he made a final, titanic effort. He bucked and plunged, the muscles of his back and legs straining, as he drove his prick straight into the velvet heat of her moist pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii! Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiii! Fuck my pussy ... your cock ... oh, God ... hard ... fuck it hard ...!" she screamed as he surged into her wetly throbbing cunt.
"I am ... I am ... oh, God ... your pussy feels so good ... it's skinning my cock all the way up ... oh, Jesus ... oh, it's choking my mother-fuckin' dick and driving it wild! You're ugh ... ugh ... the only other bush ... ugh ... I've ever got ... to fuck ... I love it ... I love fucking!" the young man wailed hotly, and began to fuck harder and harder. "My uptight old man doesn't know what he's missing ...!"
"Ooooooohhhhhhl M-my God! "My Gggooooodddddddddd! Ooooooohh ... oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed up into his face, her mouth opened wide, nostrils distended and eyes screwed tight., A twilight of unconsciousness dimmed her senses ... her entire naked body began writhing under him; her eyes closed, and her head rolled to one side and then another, and Elmer, watching the beautiful naked blonde beneath him, couldn't stop. Onward he fucked, blindly ramming his rock hard prick deep into the hungrily devouring walls of her cunt. Ahead of his wildly plundering cock head, the pliant velvet-like tissues of her inner pussy surged in waves of lust-tortured flesh ... and then, suddenly, he had plumbed her depths, his cum-filled balls slamming hard into her upturned ass cheeks as the thick head of his cock fucked deeper and deeper, to finally ram all the way to the hilt into her hot, juicy cunt.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" he grunted his satisfaction. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhhhh ... God ... that's tight! Tight as hell! Oh, Jesus ... Roxie Ann ... ooooohhhhhh!"
Her breath came, panting, whistling through her slack, open mouth, and she could feel the nearness of her cum as she spun upwards in dizzying spirals of sensations, her rapture building within her almost to the bursting point! His magnificently hardened cock was ravishing her almost beyond endurance!
"Yes! Oh God ... yessssssss! That's wonderful!" she breathed convulsively.
Faster and faster, she wanted it to come, quickly ... but also, wanted it to go on and on forever and everl Then, she was catapulted onto a high plain, as surging waves of convulsive muscle spasms claimed her nakedly writhing young body. Vision and hearing blurred. There was no sense of time or place. It was only now! The deep guttural sounds rising from her chest changed to whimpers of pure bliss. He knew that she was approaching the verge of orgasm, and could suddenly feel the contractions of her hotly throbbing pussy.
Then, abruptly, she went completely insane under him! "Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cuuuuuuummmmmmmmnnnnnggggggggg! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, bucking and writhing out of control as wave after wave of wildly erotic pleasure ran through her from head to foot. Her hands darted behind his nakedly pumping ass cheeks, pulling him into her with amazing strength as her pussy juices gushed hotly out around his still-fucking cock to flow down the sweat-soaked crevice between her ass cheeks.
Spurred on by the wanton blonde's nakedly writhing body. Elmer ploughed harder into her, pressing her legs back flat against her huge, naked tits, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a human pile-driving machine.
"OOOOOOOOOooooooaaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she shrilled in a mindless joy, taking all he could give and wildly crying for more.
Suddenly, Elmer too could feel the beginning of his own release back behind the root of his cock. Christ, his aching balls felt like they were full of boiling-hot cum! Without further warning, he felt it rush the entire length of his prick, spewing out hosing spurts of creamy white jism and splashing far up into the depths of her wildly convulsing cunt. Spasms of pure erotic pleasure shot through the young man's body, making it shudder in wave after wave of nerve tingling sensuality. He came ... and came ... and came ...!
Above the din of her own blissful screams, Roxie Ann heard Elmer groan and could feel the hot torrent of his almost intolerably heated cock-juices spewing far up into her naked cunt, thoroughly mixing with her own love-nectars. Her head whirled in a wild sensuality as the strong, wet bursts of his cum surged inside her belly, filling it to the bursting point with its milky whiteness.
And then, her satiated young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely as Elmer's grip on her released.
"Roxie Ann, wow, that was the greatest ...!" the young man exclaimed when he was finally able to catch his breath. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, it was wonderful, but my God. What in the world would have happened if someone came in? You shouldn't have fucked me in here, and you know it," she panted.
"I didn't hear you complaining after I got my prick inside you. Besides, it's a kick doing it where you're not supposed to. Didn't you get a charge?" he asked, getting up from the floor and retrieving his shirt and pants.
The naked young blonde had to admit she got an extra, somehow perverse thrill out of fucking right in the middle of the store. But she knew, too, that she was playing with fire, and that she had better get dressed ... quick!
As she started to get up, however, Elmer, his pants already on, stopped her. "Not so fast. I wanna look, at you naked for a little bit longer ... please?"
There wasn't much she could do with him standing above her naked body with his strong young hand on top of her head holding her down. "But Elmer ...!" she protested feebly.
"I've never read an adult book before," he mumbled, ignoring her protest and picking one up off the rack in front of them. "Olympic Sex Games ..." he read the title. "Wow, the chick is real pretty ... looks something like you, Roxie! I bet this book is a kick. I'm really into sports."
Roxie Ann sighed, and looked fearfully towards the door as he began to read aloud through the book. "Then suddenly, without any further warning the slender nineteen-year-old swimmer jerked his hips back, and Vicky found herself lifting her pelvis upward, searching with her lust-inflamed pussy for the heavily pulsing cock that was about to fuck into her belly ... oh, wow, this is something else! I've never read anything so exciting, even in the girlie magazines I get sometimes!" he exclaimed hotly, then continued.
"The blunt-nosed tip of his throbbing young cock was poised over the gaping mouth of her pussy when, with a sharp flick of his hips, the boy fucked the chunky, blood-filled tip up inside her quivering cuntips, stretching the soft fleshed opening to the size of his cock ... oh, Goddamn, this is really something else!"
The pretty naked blonde agreed, and once again she felt her pussy getting hot. But she knew if he continued reading from the paperback he would become so worked up that he'd jump on top of her again. Although she wouldn't have minded one bit, the pretty blonde knew she had better get him out of there and get dressed, for someone could still come in at any minute. In fact, it was amazing no one had!
"I'll tell you what, Elmer. If you let me up I'll let you have the book for free."
"Y-you would, honest?" he gaped down at her. "Jeezzz, that would be terrific! Maybe I could go find Maria and we could read it together!"
"Sounds like fun," she replied, sighing with relief and a slight touch of jealousy for the lucky girl.
Elmer threw on his shirt, buttoned it quickly, and with a promise to come back soon, he left The Sexx Shoppe with book in hand. I'm going to have to have a little talk with Marten, she thought. That was just a little bit too dangerous. Although, deep in her heart she knew she wasn't going to be too angry with Dave, for she had just had one of the best fucks of her whole week!
Chapter Seven
George Weston's blood was frozen in his veins and all color had drained from his face as he listened to the obscene fucking sounds come from the other side of the book rack. His fingers had twisted into fists until the knuckles were straining and his nails dug into his palms.
He and Faye had been standing there for almost twenty minutes listening to his wife fucking the young man, and had remained hidden until he finally dressed and left. It was a damned good thing he had come here today with Faye, George thought, for now he knew without a doubt that he had been right about Roxie Ann after all! She was a slut, he thought as he watched his well-fucked young wife sitting naked on the floor and wiping her cum drenched cunt with her panties. And the funny thing was, he still loved her! He loved her so much!
Suddenly, with a roar like a mad bull he charged out from behind the book rack, his face scarlet with jealousy and rage.
"Aiiiiiiii ...!" Roxie Ann screamed as she saw him. Oh, God, how long had he been in the store? And there was Faye, too!
"You slut ... slut! I saw you, heard everything!" His mouth spewed obscenities as he towered over his naked, thunderstruck wife. His fists were waving menacingly, and his eyes suddenly became cold with anger.
Roxie Ann had no time to think. One minute she had been basking in the afterglow of a delicious cum, and practically the next instant she was being confronted by an irate husband. Oh, God, what was she, going to do? Had any other people come in? Quickly, she looked around the store. They were alone, just three of them, but why did Faye have such a strange, almost smirk like expression on her face?
"Let me explain, darling ..." she blubbered, afraid to look directly at him. Instead, she look beseechingly towards Faye, who merely shrugged and smiled with excited glee. Now, she was sure, George would leave his beautiful wife, for her!
"I saw you l I saw you, you filthy little whore, letting him fuck your pussy! I saw you! You loved it, you can't deny it!" His insults were slurred and incoherent and Roxie Ann was terrified that he might lose control any minute and kill her with his bare hands. He was in such a rage that he might just kill her. No, dear Lord, she just had to calm him down.
Trembling with terror, she half-raised herself on her elbow and stared beseechingly at him.
"Oh, George," she began in a soft caressing voice, "I can explain everything. Just calm down and I'll tell you how it happened. Believe me, there's an explanation ..."
To her intense relief, she saw the anger begin to fade away from his eyes, the apoplectic colour drained from his face as he listened to her soothing words. But it was not her words alone that were affecting him, his eyes were roaming over the velvet like curves of her body, made more provocative by the wild fucking she had received from the customer and enhanced because of the length of time that had elapsed since she and George had fucked.
Roxie Ann held her breath, hoping against hope that he wouldn't regain his temper -- the memory of the last time he raged out of control on her mind!
"Don't worry, George, I'll tell you all about it ..." she murmured, daring to raise her hand and softly caress his leg as he stared down at her. He couldn't. take his eyes off her. God she was beautiful ... and what a woman ...! How could he have been so stupid as to be such a fucking prude and reject her efforts at lovemaking?
George Weston continued to let his gaze wander freely over her naked body. She looked so good, he longed to reach out and touch her, feel the softness of those voluptuous curves under his hand, taste the new fulfillment of those full red lips ... and best of all, she seemed to want him to!
In a sort of daze, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers and was amazed at the warm resiliency of them, at the fire pulsing through them. Tentatively, he reached out and stroked the huge nakedness of her tit, incredulous at the vibrant firmness of it. Angry thoughts tried to assert themselves again but he brushed them aside. He'd worry about all that later, get right to the bottom of the whole affair, but now his thoughts concentrated on the voluptuous, quivering nakedness of his beautiful wife. He just had to feel it, stroke it, and caress her luscious body.
"Oohh, Roxie Ann," he sighed as his mouth traced a hot path of tremulous desire down the satiny skin of her throat, then lower to the enticing arc of her softly ballooning tits, orally caressing each one in turn in loving, tender gestures.
Roxie Ann sighed blissfully, thrilled not only at having averted his terrible rage, but also from the delicious tremors which were rippling through her from her husband's light, delicate touches. It was good, feeling him caress and kiss her like this at last.
Suddenly, with shocking suddenness, a loud voice rang out, shattering the peaceful communion of the husband and wife, jolting them back into startling reality.
"What about me, you guys? Don't forget about Faye! My pussy is all hot and worked up from watching you fuck that well-hung young stud!"
There was a stunned silence, during which nobody moved. Then George, his face ashen, slowly turned around.
"Faye!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, you all seem to have forgotten about mel" she said crisply, moving nearer to where her lover was bending over his naked wife.
"Faye. I ..." he began again, his voice trailing off miserably.
"I see you quickly found another diversion!" she snapped angrily. "Well," she went on vehemently, "let's see which of us is really to your taste."
Roxie Ann stared in bewilderment at Faye, and then turned her gaze back to George, realization finally dawning.
"George!" she accused, "you were having an affair with Faye all this time?"
"Roxie Ann, please listen ..." But Roxie Ann wasn't listening. She was staring at Faye who was beginning to unzip her dress and was casually shrugging it off.
"Faye, what are you doing?" George demanded, his voice harsh.
"Wait and see!" she said, as she unzipped her dress all the way and pulled it down. Roxie Ann stared in astonishment as Faye finally stood there, clad only in her bra and panties. Then with a slow smile, she began to walk slowly around in a circle, swinging her hips in an exaggerated way, loosening the pins in her hair as she did so, allowing it to cascade in a dark flood around her face.
George, once more distracted from Roxie Ann, couldn't take his eyes off the pirouetting figure. The enticing sway of her shapely little ass cheeks held his stare and he was mesmerized by the effrontery of her lewd strip tease.
Roxie Ann also was bewildered, but experienced at the same time a slight feeling of relief. She still hadn't quite absorbed the fact that Faye had been fucking, was fucking, with her husband, while at the same time she herself was screwing as many cocks as she could. She felt a wave of jealousy assault her as she stared at the beautiful brunette who had so captivated her husband, but she couldn't help feeling that her husband's infidelity eased somewhat the guilt of her own adultery. In fact, now that she thought about it, that was probably why George had seemed so preoccupied of late ... he was slipping out to see Faye while she was working here at The Sexx Shoppe!
Faye had once more stopped in front of George, and Roxie Ann watched in utter astonishment as the girl's slender hands crept behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her creamy trembling tits to fall free. Roxie Ann, with a tinge of jealousy, heard George draw in his breath at the sight of them, and stare wildly after her as she began to circle around him once more, her firmly rounded titties jiggling enticingly. The young blonde didn't know what to think! On one hand, she felt like running over there and slapping the other girl for carrying on like that in front of her husband, but yet, on reflection, who was she to cast the first stone? George himself had caught her Gumming from another man's fucking of her cunt, and she had been lucky that he didn't half-kill her on the spot. She was grateful for having side-stepped his anger, and realized with relief that he couldn't now punish her for behavior similar to his.
"Now, George, let's see where your real interest liesl" Faye sneered as her fingers edged inside the band of her panties, and with tortuous slowness, began to ease them down over her shapely hips. George gasped as the first dark strands of pussy hairs came into view and Roxie Ann was amazed as the girlfriend casually discarded her panties at her ankles, neatly stepping out of them. Then, hands on hips, she pirouetted quickly around, and Roxie Ann caught a glimpse of her while satiny ass cheeks followed by the flash of a raven cunt bush. Then once more, Faye was standing before George, her lovely lips leering teasingly.
"You like?" she questioned him with icy emphasis.
There was complete silence. George looked beseechingly at Roxie Ann, then back at Faye. His brain was in a turmoil. The events of the past half an hour were proving too much for him. First the discovery, when he came to the store, of Roxie Ann fucking another man, and then his rediscovery of her delectable body, and her of his infidelity! Now, he was torn between them, and to make matters worse, he had a huge, throbbing hard-on, which seemed to be getting bigger every second, making his pounding cock jab achingly at his thigh, and scream for release from the prison of his pants.
What was he to do? If he turned towards Roxie Ann, Faye would never speak to him again, and he didn't know if he could take that. On the other hand, if he opted for Faye, Roxie Ann would certainly be furious-it might even mean the end of his marriage. Either way, he was lost-he was trapped in a web of his own making! What was he going to do?
The silence in The Sexx Shoppe was unbearable. Faye standing there her face like a stone, her eyes watchful, Roxie Ann puzzled, not quite sure of herself, George himself troubled, perplexed, a little afraid.
Then, suddenly, a metallic rustle shattered the silence, and George stared in utter disbelief, as Roxie Ann casually unzipped his pants and gently eased .out the huge throbbing shaft of his aroused prick. He heard her gasp in astonishment as her eyes roamed over it, and trepidation clambered through him as he waited, wondering what she was going to do.
Incredulous, he watched as she took the huge throbbing length in her hands and began to stroke it, with tentative feathery strokes that sent shivers scampering along his spine. Her fingers kneaded the throbbing surface while her palm cupped the softly dangling sac of his balls and George emitted a long drawn out sigh of mingled relief and ecstasy. He could hardly believe that Roxie Ann was doing this in front of Faye. And Faye, too, stared in astonishment at the unforeseen occurrence, at a loss as to what to do now that her game had backfired.
Roxie Ann stared at the long throbbing shaft of fire held between her fingers and sighed blissfully. Mmmmmmmm ... it looked so good and hard! It didn't matter that Faye was watching, she only knew what she wanted to do, more than anything else, and now she was doing it! She continued to stroke the feverishly throbbing flesh, her fingernails grating the tingling skin, and then she pushed him to a sitting position on the floor and, kneeling down between his legs, she smiled up 'at him momentarily with a lewd, hungry-like grin, then with a slow, even movement, she lowered her head, snaking her tongue out suddenly and lashing the hot, trembling organ with a cool, wet sweep.
"Aahhh!" George gasped in astonishment, unable to believe his eyes or the tumultuous feelings cascading through him. He just couldn't believe that it was really happening, that Roxie Ann was actually licking his cock, in front of a wide-eyed Faye ... it was too much, and he was enjoying it!
Roxie Ann's tongue swirled around the heavily pulsing prick, racing up and down the length of it, probing beneath the flaring cap of the head, burrowing into the hairy nest at the base of it, dropping lower still to coat the squirming mass of his balls with her warm saliva!
"Oooohhhhh!" he moaned, incoherently, leaning back against the floor, his eyes half closed, his face flushing a bright red from the delicious contact. Roxie Ann, too, was loving every minute ... and she continued to lick George's cock with loving strokes of her deft tongue. Of course, she was a new woman now, thanks to Bobby and all that he had put her through! Not to forget all the wonderful customers who had come into the store. Now, it seemed all her inhibitions had been banished, and she loved the taste and piquancy of a prick in her mouth, inhaling the pungent odor of his masculine scent, giving him pleasure in this really thrilling way ... she still couldn't believe he was actually letting her do this!
George Weston moaned through clenched teeth as tremors of ecstatic passion rippled through him and every millimeter of flesh felt pricked by red-hot needles of pleasure.
"Uagggghhh ... aaaaauuu ... Oh Jesus ..." he gasped suddenly as he felt the pressuring circle of Roxie Ann's lips as they slipped wetly over the thickly pulsing cock head and began to enclose his prick in her 'lovely warm mouth. More and more of it she took inside her until George felt sure she'd choke, and the rubbery head was pressing all the way back against her tonsils. The. stimulating squeeze of her firmly ovalled lips infused him with unbelievable pleasure! Opening his eyes, he looked down to see her lipstick-rimmed mouth locked tightly around his lip-stretching hardness, the obscene sight adding to his lascivious pleasure. Why hadn't he let her do this to him before?
His beautiful wife's long blonde hair fell down like a silk curtain around her face, tickling his stomach, and her almost beatific expression was a strange contrast to the wanton quality of the act she was performing with such obvious hunger. Roxie Ann's eyes were closed and her fingers were still entwined around the excitedly pulsing base of his prick as her lovely honeyed lips slithered lovingly up and down the inflated thickness of it.
There was an incredible aching in George's cum-filled balls, caressed to the exploding point by the measured pumping of her palm as she cradled them tenderly in her hand, her rhythmic kneading in perfect timing with the voracious sucking of her warmly nibbling lips. God, he wondered again, why the fuck had he never allowed her to suck and lick his cock like a hot little whore? It felt so good! It was strange how her infidelity didn't seem quite so bad now-he supposed it was because she knew about himself and Faye! Oh-oh, he had forgotten all about her in the thrilling excitement of Roxie Ann's unexpected cock-sucking, and now hurriedly, he cast a glance around and saw her standing very near him, looking forlorn. She looked like a little lost child, her pale face sorrowful, yet her silken creamy body like the form of a real woman.
"Faye ..." he whispered, and immediately she was by his side, her eyes brightening hopefully.
"Faye, baby, I want to lick your cunt!" his mouth framed the words before he had a clear idea in his mind of what he wanted to do. And before he knew what was happening, the voluptuous brunette was positioning herself in front of him on the floor, thighs drawn apart, her head thrown back in anticipatory pleasure. Roxie Ann, kneeling on the floor beside George, didn't seem to notice what was going on and continued to swipe with her tongue at her husband's hugely throbbing cock, and George felt a new surge of pleasure as he caught sight of the exposed pink cunt flesh of Faye's hot, juicy pussy. Then with a moan, he reached over and placed his thumb and forefinger on each throbbing pussy hair-covered cunt lip, gently drawing them apart, revealing the contracting edges of her enticing little pussy hole. He continued to gaze up between her naked thighs, shivers raising goose-bumps all over his skin, and then, without hesitation, he leaned over sideways and plunged his long wet tongue into the throbbing moistness of her cunt.
"Aaaaaa ... Yeahhh ... lick it ... oohh ... lick my pussy ..." Fayed gasped and jerked back from the searing contact, color flooding her face, her flesh tingling with lewd excitement, George's tongue probed and searched among the loose, slippery recesses, drawing out the hot juices from her pussy, burrowing deep into the warm, wet walls.
"Ooooohhhh ... it's so good, Georgie ..." the brunette moaned ecstatically, drawing her knees back towards her shoulder, affording him greater access to the quivering pinkness of her naked pussy.
Roxie Ann heard Faye's sigh of pleasure and wondered what was happening but she was so engrossed in the wonderful sensation of, for the first time, having her husband's deliciously hard cock in her mouth that she didn't care. Turning her attention completely over to the by now expert tonguing she was giving it, playing her slippery hardness around and around the huge head, dipping the tip into the small opening at the very top, rubbing against the webbed underside, feeling his scalding cum-juice building in the long narrow tube underneath, she was in heaven!
It was amazing how good it felt and her mouth was completely filled with his prick, and her nostrils flared from inhaling his pungent maleness!
Roxie Ann's roundly ovalled lips slid up and down the long column, enclosing it almost completely to the hilt in her greedily sucking mouth. Golly, she could feel the wild seething of his balls in her palm and the tremors which transmitted themselves from his thickly jerking cock through the whole length of his body. Again, she heard Faye emit a long soulful moan and this time she just had to see what was going on. She turned her head slightly sideways for a moment, straining her eyes, and then she muffled a gasp around her husband's thick cock when she saw what was going on. She couldn't believe it!
George was licking Faye's cunt while she, the wife, was sucking his cock. George was involved in a wild, three-way sucking! She thought he would feel horror and revulsion, and instead he was loving it! And Faye didn't care that she was kissing and licking George's prick, while he in turn licked and sucked her girlfriend's pussy ... she knew then that both of them had really come a long way, and had at last thrown off completely the dismal blanket of inhibition. George seemed fully liberated as she now was ready for anything, even this exciting, threesome ... maybe there was hope for their marriage yet!
George buried his face in Faye's deliciously steaming cunt, revelling in her intoxicating femininity. His tongue raced around insanely as he dipped and swept and slashed at her soft wet flesh, enjoying her muffled moans of pleasure as her thighs closed around his face, trapping him there, not letting him escape from the pulsating heat of her writhing pussy.
The aching in his balls was becoming unbearable and he knew that he must cum soon. He was still disbelieving about his actions ... God, a week ago he didn't think he'd ever be part of such a licentious trio, but he was loving it. He could feel great swirls of heat rising from the pit of his stomach and curl upwards through his frame, and he knew that the moment had come. But Faye was a split-second ahead.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm ... ah ... I'm, oh God ... my pussy's cumming ... !!!" And she was there, her naked cunt grinding wildly against the floor, her thighs clamping onto his cheek, her pussy flowering open to eject a misty spray of her hotly gushing cunt juices. George could feel the eager nibbling of her nakedly steaming pussy as it sucked at his lips and mouth and the feverish milking of her writhing cunt walls sucking back at his tongue until it ached! Her hands were pulling furiously at his hair, tearing out strands as she bucked and twisted in mind-blasting abandon. His absorption in her crazily flailing cum seemed to be the trigger of his own release, and his soulful grunt was lost in the depths of her twitching pussy as a tremendous shudder engulfed him completely, making him vibrate from head to toe as a great torrent of pleasurable heat cascaded from his mouth-enclosed cock like molten lava.
Roxie Ann tensed as she felt the onslaught of his cum. Then happiness flooded through her as she tasted the first drops of his hot, thick cock juice as it spurted eagerly into her mouth. Greedily she gulped it, anxious not to lose a single drop, proud of her effort in bringing him to such a total release of cum! And still she took it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling with the tremendous effort of keeping up with the gigantic flow. She knew that Faye, too, was cumming and felt a surge of illicit delight at being part of the wanton threesome.
At last George's desperately jerking cock began to empty and still her tightly stretched lips clung possessively to it, unwilling to let it go, even when it deflated and slithered limply from her mouth. Then all three slumped exhausted against each other, George cradled between the inert forms of his wild young wife and equally wanton brunette girlfriend.
God, what a fool he had been all this time, passing up the chance for such exciting sex! His wife had been right all along ... he had been a mother-fucking prude! Well, never again, George Weston vowed silently. And from now on he would make sure his horny young wife had more than enough sex at home so she wouldn't even want to fuck the customers. George wanted her juicy little pussy all to himself ... and Faye's too.
As he lay on the floor in front of the book rack, his face drenched with the brunette's cunt juice and his breath coming in heavy gasps, he wondered what the two women would say about sharing him. Who knows, they might like the idea on a long-term basis. And Christ, what a kick it would be if they licked each other's pussies! Crap, even if they refused to go down on each other -- which he somehow doubted -- George Weston knew he was going to have some hellauva good times ahead!
