In keeping with our tradition as publishers of socially significant fiction, it is with great pride and an humble sense of privilege that we introduce to the reading public the present new volume The Company Picnic, by Gerard McKinsey. This is a saga of life in twentieth century middle America of epic proportions. Not since Ibsen's then daring investigations of the sometimes deplorable effects of the sanctimonious truisms of sanctimonious conventional wisdom, concerning the sexual mores of society, has an important study of this magnitude been made in literature to reach the great masses.
With the swiftly growing interest in our forever-changing world concerning the respective roles of women and men, especially in regard to the fulfillment of the time-honored marriage contract, the times are now eminently ripe for an up-to-date exploration of their roles in this supremely difficult question.
To the serious student of sociology and marital psychology, Ellen Dudley, the sweetly innocent blonde wife who is the subject of study in this soul-searching book, obviously suffers from a common malady among today's middle-class wives-the age-old problem of sexual frigidity. Mr. McKinsey shows his deeper understanding, however, by letting us see her as she is-a much truer picture than the simple black and white portrayal usually afforded us-a warm-blooded young woman with stronger than average drives toward her own sexual fulfillment, but with built-in blocks to complete fulfillment in her marriage to Bill Dudley. She loves him very much, and she is easily aroused by him, but Bill, in his much broader worldly experience, demands more diversity in bed than she is able to accept with her puritanical background as taught to her so carefully over the years by her family, a strong influence she has never been able to quite overcome. The consequential difficulties Ellen and Bill encounter in their otherwise satisfactory marriage bring them to the brink of the total destruction of their precarious relationship. Deplorably so, because in all other ways they are perfectly suited to each other and could find great happiness together.
So it is that the uncouth and sometimes obscene Ralph Collier, who is Bill's chief foreman in the plastics factory where he works, acts as an unwitting catalyst to save or finally utterly destroy the brief marriage when he decides he wants to teach Ellen a few lessons about the conjugal duties a wife has to her husband, and enlists the assistance of his ribald wife, Fran, in this endeavor.
It is a tribute to the insight of Mr. McKinsey that the very qualities in Ellen which produced her seemingly unsolvable problems with her husband-her Puritanical, almost prudish background-serve to give her the strength of character necessary to cope with Ralph Collier's lewd proposals and, accepting his prurient motives, manages to turn his machinations around and use them to reaffirm the solidity which was the original basis for her marriage to Bill Dudley.
Perhaps, some social critics will say upon reading this volume, the relationship would have been saved without outside interference, solely because of the determination Ellen exhibits to come to terms and solve her own problems. Perhaps. But it didn't happen that way, and the stark realism of her story as told here lends great credibility and verisimilitude to the events as the author has recorded them for us.
We are convinced that the confusion in Ellen Dudley's mind about what is wholesome and what is perverse in a marriage is widespread, even in these modern times, and we sincerely hope that the graphic presentation of how one woman has dealt with sex and its variations successfully will somehow benefit one of her fellow members of the feminine half of the human race somewhere, at some time. If so, if only one woman is aided in her quest for happiness and fulfillment with her mate, then we, the publishers, will feel still more grateful that we have the honored place of serving our public, and Mr. Gerard McKinsey will have earned his right to a position in the annals of important, effective literature, always the vanguard of significant social changes.
CHAPTER ONE
Fifteen-thousand dollars doesn't buy much of a house these days, Ellen Dudley was thinking while she stood in the middle of her living room, her lithe young body barely hidden by her soft pink peignoir. Her light blue eyes roamed the enclosing walls of the small room, ticking off in her mind the prices of the Woolworth prints, the four piece bargain-basement living room suite, the cheap pottery lamp bases, and the acrylic fiber carpet they had bought on credit. Her eyes stopped roving when they reached the small picture-window, a small imitation of the great sheets of glass opening onto the world in the much more expensive houses in other neighborhoods. Not that there's much of anything to see through ours, she mused, glancing at the two houses directly opposite hers, almost exactly duplicating her own, even to the huge lamps in the window and the dark blue drapes pulled back in evenly folded scallops.
Ellen stepped closer to the window to look down at the tiny flower garden she had lovingly nurtured to full bloom in the front yard. Her zinnias and marigolds were brilliant in the morning sun. I'll have to water them before it gets too warm, she reminded herself, and she clenched her fists and lifted her elbows as she went into a long cat-like stretch, her eyes clamped tightly shut as she enjoyed the tautening of her lithe young muscles.
She felt the rosy tips of her breasts touching the filmy nylon of her peignoir as the firm, full mounds lifted up sensuously, sending tingling sensations along the trails of her nerves, and she arched her back in sudden pleasure, her white, smoothly curved buttocks straining against the sheer nylon sliding over her ivory skin.
Abruptly she dropped her arms to her sides as she finished stretching and opened her blue eyes once more to look out the window. She stiffened in surprise to see her milkman standing outside at the picket gate staring at her in unabashed, open-eyed appreciation.
"Oh!" she said her hand flying nervously to her full lips as she automatically pulled her peignoir more tightly around her plush young body and darted into the kitchen where the curtains were still drawn. Despite her instinctively modest reaction to the knowledge that she was being watched, Ellen had to admit she enjoyed having the man look at her so interestedly. She was well aware that she had a fine youthful body, although she had thought when she was a teenage cheer leader back in high school that twenty-one years old was ancient, practically the beginning of middle age.
She made a pretty pouting smile into the small mirror on the kitchen wall while she made a cup of instant coffee for herself, and suddenly she wished her husband BUI was at home now. Sometimes, like today, she found herself more excited physically in the mornings than at night when they went to bed together, and she knew she could please him more than usual if he could always be right there to make love to her at those times. She knew that something was not quite right in their sex life, though she had never understood why.
She and Bill would be married one year the next day, and she still found him just as exciting as she had when he was the star basketball player at Central High School and she had cheered him on to victories against their rivals. She had waited faithfully for him while he did his time in the army, and she had still been a virgin, innocent but willing to learn, when they got married. He had proven to be a gentle and patient teacher and everything was all right until just a few months ago, when Bill started trying to persuade her to be more daring in bed, to actually do things with him she could barely even make herself think of, even though she loved him more than ever. Since she had begun to refuse some of his sexual requests, Bill seemed-well, not quite as interested as he had before, never quite as eager to get into bed with her at night, sometimes even preferring to stay up very late watching television and drinking a beer or two.
Ellen had even tried hard to talk to him about the new aloofness between them, but Bill had denied that anything at all was wrong in their relationship and he did seem to her just as sweet as ever. Still, she felt a little uneasy and wished she could find other ways to give him more pleasure in sex without doing those awful things he wanted. If it was the only way she could find to keep him happy, she guessed that she would eventually break down and do... do that... that wicked act down between his legs with her lips.
But I'll never be ready for our anniversary tomorrow night, she told herself, if I don't stop this moping around and do some shopping. I've got a million and one things to do today. I haven't even bought Bill's anniversary present!
She jumped up quickly from the kitchen chair where she had been drinking her coffee and hurried through the neat house to the bedroom, where she dressed in her white hip-hugging slacks and a red long-sleeved blouse ruffled at the neck and wrists. As she stood in front of the long mirror, she briefly admired herself, noting that her long, shapely tapered legs looked good, even if she did say so herself. She pulled her silken gold hair back into a pony tail with a white band and arched one eyebrow at the sight of her face reflected in the mirror, posing with the seductive come-on look she often used on her husband when she wanted him to make love to her. Then she quickly turned on her heel and walked nimbly to the front door, grabbing her purse as she passed the table in the hallway.
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Bill Dudley arrived home from work early on Thursday, the day of their anniversary party. His foreman, Ralph Collier, had told Bill to take off so that he could have some time alone with his wife before they, Ralph and his own wife Fran, came to pick them up for the anniversary dinner.
Ellen met Bill at the door, delighted and surprised to have him home early, and he carried her off to the bedroom, where he dropped her squealing onto the bed in laughter and closed the curtains.
"All right, woman," he said, loosening his belt, "let's see what you've learned in one year of marriage." He was playfully smiling as he unbuttoned his shirt and then beat his chest in mock Tarzan-fashion. "Me horny, you pretty," he grunted, and he dropped his trousers and jockey shorts at the same time, slipping off his shoes and socks with the same motion. His long, thick penis stood hard and jerking with excitement, and he playfully grasped it like a club and brandished in her direction.
Ellen watched him undress, admiring her husband's young muscular body and masculine hairy chest. She looked up at his black wavy hair and the dark brown eyes that now looked at her so hungrily. When he smiled, the deep cleft in his chin flattened a little in a way that had always excited her. His full lips were moist and suddenly she realized that he must have stopped for a couple of drinks on the way home, for his eyes had a bleary moist look about them which he always had when he was drinking. Not that she minded, in fact she usually liked the way he would begin to play the husky he-man with her when he was a little drunk and feeling sexually aroused.
She couldn't keep her eyes off his hard, erect penis as she started slowly slipping off her form-fitting slacks, taking her time and writhing slowly on the bed knowing that he liked to see her do that. She had learned a little in a year, she decided inwardly as she slowly unveiled her white, rounded hips which were already rocking and grinding sensuously down into the firm mattress. Taking off her white nylon panties at the same time, she gradually revealed the long columns of her rounded thighs to his gaze, and she saw his stiffened penis jerking in his hand as he watched her. Then the discarded slacks were in a wrinkled heap at her feet, and she arched her back and spread her long tapered legs slightly, pushing up the soft triangular mound of the thinly curling blonde pelt covering her pubic area, making tiny circular movements with her voluptuously curving young hips.
Bill could see the tight coral lips of her vagina between her firmly molded thighs and felt the hardening tip of his cock throbbing with a new urgency. The sweetly suggestive motions she made with her voluptuous young body incited him to even greater anticipation of pleasure. God, she's beautiful, he thought. And I'm going to fuck her in a minute, right up between those hot little pussy lips of hers.
Still rocking her full, rounded hips, Ellen reached up to her blouse and undid the buttons one by one, coyly smiling at Bill with one eyebrow cocked seductively until she pulled it open exposing the smooth, firm flesh of her belly and the taut fullness of her lacey white brassiere. Then she reached behind her back, arching her back at the same time, to unhook the clasp and release the restraining strap and she felt the pressure against her already hardening nipples ease. She sat up on the bed, pouting her lips as she stared at Bill's eagerly jerking prick, and she straightened her arms and shook her creamy, round shoulders till her blouse fell away down to the bed. Her brassiere hung loose now, useless, and she shrugged her smoothly curving shoulders forward so that it slipped lightly over her arms and slid down onto her softly fleshed thighs as she lifted her hands free and leaned back thrusting up her naked proud breasts, ripe as turgid fruits, the pink nipples standing out in the open air in front of his greedily flashing eyes.
"Oh, honey, what you do to me!" Bill growled, and he stepped forward to the foot of the bed, feasting his eyes on the delicious sight of his young wife lying fully naked now on their bed, her perfect columnar legs slightly spread, exposing the moistening pink flesh of her cuntal lips beneath the softly curling strands of vaginal hair, her lifting, clear-skinned breasts heaving evenly as her warm breath quickened. He felt his thick swollen cock become as hard as a steel bar as she looked at its hugeness over the high white mounds of her breasts and licked her pointed red tongue lightly over her full, parted lips. He felt almost as though his semen-packed balls were going to burst right then and spew out his store of cum on her naked, navel-indented little belly, and with a low, animal-like grunt, he flung himself onto her, his hot hungry mouth sinking down to suck at her diamond-hard right nipple.
Ellen felt his sharp teeth scraping softly at her hotly quivering breast, his tongue lashing hot circles around the sensitively aroused tip and she welcomed the familiar fire of lust licking at her now hungrily awakening loins. The masculine hardness of his rampant penis pressed firmly into the resilient flesh of her thigh as he groaned and rubbed its pulsing ridges over the softness of her pale skin, and she responded quickly, thrusting her inflamed pussy hair rhythmically against his lean muscular stomach, inciting him to even more frenzied nibbling at her tingling nipple. His hand crept down over the smooth surface of her skin down toward her waiting loins to cup the silky-haired mound in the palm of his hand as he worked his extended middle finger insinuatingly between the swollen, fleshy folds over her cuntal lips, searching frantically for the rising pink bud of her clitoris. Finally he located the vibrating tip of the excitedly throbbing little organ and began massaging it gently, at the same time moving his hotly sucking mouth to the other bare white breast, leaving her now deserted right nipple wet with saliva to cool in the air as his sinewy shoulder nudged against the fullness of the neglectedly quivering mound. He slowly edged his right hand under her writhing young body and worked it down under her smooth skinned nakedness until he could cup her taut, globe-like buttock, his fingers enclosing almost all of it the way he might have gripped a basketball as he started kneading the ripe flesh painfully while she tried to flinch away from his digging fingers. But she was helplessly pinned under the weight of his hard, heavy body and his probing left hand on her cuntal mound pressed her back down onto his relentlessly grasping fingers.
As Ellen felt her husband's fingers on one hand digging excruciatingly into the giving flesh of her buttock cheeks, the stiffened middle finger of his other hand slipped easily in the well-lubricated slit of her vaginal opening and then slithered without warning up into her narrow-mouthed cunt, trapping her between two relentlessly attacking hands.
"Ohhhhhh... Bill! You're hurting me, darling!" she moaned, yet inwardly hoping in the secrecy of her mind that he would not pay her any heed, but continue to force himself upon her as though he were a violent rapist and she, the hopeless virgin victim. He pulled out his invading finger, only to wetly slither it back again even farther and harder into the wet, succulence of her throbbing, red-lipped cunt as he licked baby-like at the rigid morsel of her aroused nipple. Impassioned groans rose from down deep in her throat, a husky mixture of pain and almost unbearable pleasure. Bill was scraping his semen-laden balls teasingly along her firmly twitching thigh like steel wool on her tender skin, leaving a sticky trail of semen as it dribbled continuously now from the cum-slickened head of his massively hardened prick, chafing her skin to a pale strawberry color where it rubbed ceaselessly.
Bill shuddered violently as he felt himself wracked by an almost overwhelming desire to fuck his young wife brutally, to fuck her as she had never been fucked before, to screw her mercilessly until she would feel it in the soft folds of her inner cunt for a month afterwards. But first, he thought, I'm going to finally get my head down between those timid young thighs of hers and lick her hot little pussy.
He silently slid down the bed until his head was bent down close over her wantonly gyrating cunt, his eyes boring into the inviting pink mouth greedily. Then as he lowered his heavily breathing lips down toward the moistly waiting slit, his tongue already distended and flicking like a serpent's, eager to taste the sweet-scented fluids freely flowing out onto her silken blonde pubic hair, Ellen frantically clasped his head between her hands and held him back. She was panic-stricken, pulling up with all her strength to keep his lips from touching the burning, lust-inflamed entrance to her vagina.
"No! No, Bill!" she protested, gasping for air in the struggle to hold her husband's avidly searching mouth away from her excitedly quivering genitals. "I... I want you to-to put it up inside me!"
She was just as horrified as she had been the first time he had tried to do that to her. It seemed so... so dirty, so depraved. She couldn't believe any normal person would want to do such a disgusting thing, to lick her up between her legs. And yet... this was Bill, her own husband, who she knew and loved and trusted. Why did he keep trying to degrade her like this? she asked herself.
At last Bill ceased fighting to get his way down between her whitely fleshed thighs which were now attempting to close to prevent his uncontrolled onslaught. With a sigh of thwarted disgust, he raised himself up over her, not trying to disguise his feelings of frustration. A look of cold impersonal sexuality suddenly replaced his lust-infused expression of love and desire. Ellen was suddenly remorsefully aware that she had hurt his feelings. She was also beginning to suspect that he had more than one or two drinks before he had come home to her. She resolved quickly to try to outdo herself in this natural and proper act of love between the partners of what should by all rights be a happy marriage, but it quickly became apparent that his pride had been injured more than she realized.
"All right," he said in a surly voice, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them. "Is this what you want?" He grasped the hefty thickness of his cock in his massive right hand, the clear seminal fluids seeping out of the tiny opening of the bulbous head in thinly glistening strings of passionate emission. He squeezed it tightly so that even more of the sticky liquid oozed out and dripped lewdly onto the creamy white flesh of her belly. "Well, I'm going to give it to you-and good," he snarled. "I'm going to ram this cock of mine so far up into your high-class little pussy it's going to feel like I'm screwing you all the way up into your mouth."
"No, honey, please, don't talk like that! Can't we just love each other gently, the way we always do?" She timidly placed her hand on his, rubbing her thumb over the flaring mushroom-shaped tip of his cock, unwittingly inciting him to even more fury.
"Jesus Christ, I'm married to nothing but a fucking prick-tease!" he growled in rage. "Dammit, why don't you let go for a change?
Just grab my cock and take it in your mouth and suck it! But no, it's all got to be nice and proper, hasn't it? Well, let's see how you like this 'nice and proper' fuck I'm going to give you."
He took away the support of his left arm and let all his heavy weight drop down onto her defensively twisting young body, not caring if he hurt her or not.
"Ooooh!" Ellen gasped as his falling heaviness struck her helpless body, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She knew he was truly angry now, and she was suddenly very much afraid of him. His penis was so awfully big anyway, she thought, and if he really tried to hurt her... "Oooohhhhh!" she whimpered, almost in terror, as she felt the broad head of his lust-hardened cock nosing hard against the tight, fear-constricted opening to her helplessly quivering vagina.
"Shut up and take it up in your pure-assed little cunt, bitch. It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Bill growled at her.
"N-not this way Bill. Darling, I... Aaaaaagh! Don't! Oh God, you're hurting me down there!" He had lunged forward mercilessly, and now drove his hips down further, heedless of her cries of pain, forcing his stone-hard cock into the tightness of her fleshy pussy lips and brutally separating the warm, clasping folds of her inner cunt walls. He was acting like a madman, she thought in panic, as though he was criminally raping a total stranger, and not a young husband making love to his own . wife. His mouth twisted in lascivious delight as he saw her perfectly chiseled facial features contorted by the excruciating pain of his ravaging cock, and he relished his vengeful dominance as the narrowness and the sudden tight inward sucking motion of her desperately resisting pussy stretched his uncircumcised foreskin almost unbearably. Then he slowly pulled back his pelvis, withdrawing his fleshy hardness until just the lust-bloated head of his still excitedly swelling pole rested up inside the wide-stretched lips of her pinkly throbbing cuntal slit. He drew a deep-chested breath, his dark eyes still smoldering angrily at the latest rejection, and then suddenly thrust his loins forward using all the strength in his sinewy thighs and buttocks. His thick granite-hard shaft sinking all the way up into her hot, quaking cunt, tunneling deeper and deeper without stopping until he felt his cum-bloated balls heavily slap up into the soft spherical firmness of her creamy buttocks below. His dark wiry pubic hair tangled with her golden vaginal fleece and the fist-like head of his long cock smacked hard back against the rubbery resistance of her cervix.
"OOOOHHHHH! UUUUGGGGHHHHH! You're killing me, darling! Don't move it again! It's toooo big and hard now!" Ellen could feel the corded hardness of his hugely throbbing cock buried to the hilt inside her deeply plundered pussy and her tender inner cunt walls felt as though he had ripped them to shreds. She could feel the throbbing pulse of his imbedded cock against the roundly stretched flesh of her cunt and even that faint rhythmic sensation brought more agony to her heedlessly savaged pussy. If only he had taken the time to let me get ready for his penis to come into me, she thought dazedly as he lay smotheringly over her deeply impaled young body, his hot, moist breath coming in heaving gasps down past her ear. She felt hot tears begin to roll down her cheek, and she turned her face away from him, ashamed for both of them, that he, her own husband, had become such a primitive brute. She felt him jerk his pussy-confined cock upwards inside the bruised folds of her inner cunt, and she grunted in pain as his rigid shaft gained still another half an inch up inside her open belly. How could he humiliate and hurt her so? she asked inwardly. To be forcibly raped by your own husband of a whole year in this unfeeling manner was almost as degrading as to willingly permit a perfect stranger to do whatever he wanted with your body. She was sobbing now in her unhappiness and debasement, remembering sadly that it was the eve of their anniversary and this was happening to her!
Bill lay still on her trapped, sob-wracked body for another moment, then he drew his pelvis back a scant few inches so that not more than half of his long, thick cock was still buried in Ellen's hotly clasping pussy, and tightening the muscles of his hard-muscled buttocks, speared with a jolting thrust farther than ever before into her wide-stretched young cunt.
"Auuuuugghh!" she grunted, reflexively trying to back down off his painfully driving penis, grinding her milky-white buttocks down into the firmness of the mattress.
"I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours wider tonight than ever, honey," he grunted above her tossing and turning young face, and he flexed his still-growing cock again inside the confining pink-fleshed tightness of her pussy.
"Aaaaaagggghh," she moaned, the pitiful sound deeper this time, the cords standing out in her slender neck as her body strained under the pressure of trying to keep his deeply piercing cock from hurting her still more.
"What's the matter, don't you like it?" he asked sarcastically, grinning down at the twisted expression on her pained features.
She was still groaning and recoiling and did not answer him.
"Don't you like it, I said," he repeated, flexing his steel-hard penis again inside her.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes!" she cried out in agony, afraid she might anger him more. The pain was just too much to take any more.
Bill sensed the last remaining resistance desert her and he forcefully clamped his wet, lascivious lips down over her quivering mouth and began a slow grinding motion with his cock down between her straining white thighs, at the same time thrusting his snake-like tongue hotly into the deepest recesses of her mouth. He could feel the narrow, unbelievably tight passage of her cunt stretching slightly with every smoothly lengthening stroke as she sobbed and moaned up into his open mouth, in her hopelessness beneath him. He wanted to turn his fresh young wife into a raw-nerved, squealing mass of soft female flesh wriggling under him. He knew it wouldn't be impossible, that it wouldn't be long now until it would happen, as he felt the first warm droplets of cuntal juices begin lubricating around his deeply fucking cock. Although she had bravely resisted the demands he knew she thought were offensive and was probably still convinced inside her own mind that she was an injured, conservative wife and pure even yet inside her reluctantly awakening young body, he had often thought he had detected in her a subconscious latency for hot, passionate screwing, and, by God, he was going to fuck her senseless until he plumbed deep into that well of sexuality and got her really turned on for good. He could think of nothing better than having this gorgeous little piece of ass he was married to always hot and twitchy down between her legs, with him able to fuck her whenever he got the urge.
Ellen's ravaged body began to involuntarily react to his hard probing penis in spite of her unwillingness. There was no more reason to try to hold back, she rationalized to herself as she felt the unfamiliar lewd flames of lust begin running wildly through the pulsing veins of her vagina. She reasoned that she was losing the struggle against these obscene sensations and soon even the repugnant idea of her total surrender to her half-crazed young husband's insistent demands sent flashing chills up and down her spine as she felt the relentless rhythm of his bone-hard cock skewering into her now slowly moistening vagina. Soon her whole body was eagerly twitching and writhing under him and she groaned incessantly into the wetness of his mouth grinding down onto her own, suddenly shoving her ungovernable tongue with almost complete wantonness deep into his grunting throat. Deep-throated moans of her subservient passion rose unbidden out of her chest, her blue eyes wide open like gas flames in her lust-contorted face, her hungrily sucking lips working, and her neck straining upward as she hungrily pressed against his mouth, her nostrils flaring out in animal heat. Tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead, dampening the loosened strands of her now disheveled blonde hair.
Bill slipped his rough hands down over the smooth naked slopes of her waist and slid them under the soft, swaying globes of her softly bouncing buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. They were flexing and relaxing in turn as he pressed his fingers into the nakedly resilient flesh and jerked her even harder up against his loins and he felt her opening and pulling back her whitely spread thighs a little more, the responding wetness of her widening cunt blossoming to take his pistoning cock still deeper inside her and this drove him to even greater frenzy.
The pain was completely gone now and Ellen's legs on both sides of his pumping rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrollable abandon. She closed her eyes and her hotly lashing tongue became the center of her attention for a moment as she sensed it noisily working and slavering up into his mouth in obscene little fucking motions, and she released tiny mewling sounds of velvety pleasure from her purring throat. The feminine muscles of her cream-like thighs stood out under her skin tautly as she tremblingly writhed beneath him from the almost unbearable intensity of feeling. She could no longer think of anything but the delicious sensation of lying spread-legged beneath this brute of a man whom she no longer even seemed to know as he fucked her against her will in this lewd, animal-like manner.
Bill continuously slaved over her, suddenly going into longer, smoother strokes, bringing his cunt-moistened cock almost all the way out of her thin, hair-fringed vagina and then ramming it back forward again into the wide vee of her uplifting pelvis until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected cheeks sheltering her tiny, puckered anus. He slid one hand slowly up around the softly rounded mound of her ass to feel his cock slipping freely in and out of her scalding hot pussy and felt the fleshy, silken-haired folds clasping the ridges of his pile-driving cock, sucking out after it greedily, the softness pulling and giving with each long, hard jack-hammer thrust into her liquid cunt. Fondling and playing with the distending and contracting cuntal lips where he was entering her, he brought out softer moans of wanton pleasure from her into his voracious mouth, at the same time, far up inside, feeling the ever-widening passage of her pussy drowning his plunging cock with hotly flowing cuntal fluids as she became more and more aroused.
Then he began quickening his slicing thrusts, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing hot and deep as she shamelessly thrashed her vibrant body under his. She was getting ready to cum, he sensed it as her smoothly tapered legs, spread out on either side of him, jerked wider and higher up in the air beside him, small spasms making the soft inner surface of her thighs quiver and shake. He scraped his sharp-nailed fingers up from beneath her and pushed with them behind her weakened knees, forcing them up and back and then down against the mattress on either side of her bare shoulders. Now the flattened plane of her juicily working cunt was completely wide open to his rhythmic thrusts into her loins and he smacked brutally against her with every lunging stroke.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted with each skewering blow, her oval face distorted into an almost unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion.
Bill grunted and groaned in his effort to fuck her as she had never been fucked before in her whole life, and gradually sped up his already furiously stroking motions, relentlessly drilling his pulsing cock far up into the hidden inner recesses at the soft flesh of her throbbing womb. Her full, ripe breasts were swollen with passion and they heaved and quivered up against the weight of his hairy chest pressing down onto her, her tiny, lust-hardened nipples.
Suddenly, she shivered uncontrollably beneath him.
"Oh God!... Oh God! I'm cumming, darling! Gumming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she cried in a passion wracked, quavering voice.
He felt her cunt opening up around him as the warm gushes of her warm wet vaginal fluids flooded and boiled around his pistoning cock, inciting him to thrust faster and delve deeper and deeper inside her gasping pussy as he worked to make this something she would remember all her life. And then, as she groaned and twisted crazily beneath him, he felt her jerking up towards him and over, the soft, hotly clasping lips of her cunt lapping like a hungry little feeding mouth at his sluicing cock as if she were trying to suck his balls dry and milk all the cum up out of him and deep into her desperately jerking belly. She ripped her pink, saliva-soaked lips away from him as she struggled for air, her breath coming in short desperate gasps. He couldn't hold it back any longer, he had to let go and shoot his cum up out of his aching balls and into her greedily sucking pussy, and he felt it rise up through the heavily plunging rod and spurt from the tip of his wildly throbbing cock like hot water from a bursting pipe splashing deep into her wantonly gyrating belly. He continued pumping his shaft into her as the steady, pulsing stream of hot cum kept spurting into her, their juices mingling and mixing around his seemingly tireless cock as Ellen thrashed wildly and felt the flickering lightning of her own cumming finally easing off after an overwhelming explosion of orgiastic joy which she had never known could exist before this moment.
Suddenly her legs went limp and dropped away from his sides, splayed out obscenely from his still heaving, grunting body seemingly trying to become buried in her cavern-like cunt. She could feel her heart wildly pounding like a drum in her heaving chest and her young body felt beaten and satiated, every trembling muscle drained of strength or will, her full-lipped mouth hanging half-open and her sweat-matted blonde hair sticking to her face and arched neck. Then she regained some of her senses as she felt a last quivering jerk inside her ravaged, throbbing cunt as his now sperm-drained cock squeezed out still another drop of hot cum. Then, she remembered her earlier sordid humiliation and sham as she lay under Bill's collapsed, shuddering body with her arms and legs widely flung apart while his duck, still-swollen penis lay rhythmically draining inside her, and the obscene picture they made in her mind made her even more ashamed once again. Well, she said to herself consolingly, she had been fucked, and fucked good, just as Bill had always wanted her to be fucked, and now she hoped he would be satisfied and would stop taunting her from time to time about not being interested enough in sex for his depraved taste. Then it no longer seemed to matter to her what he thought, and she abruptly wanted him to leave her alone with her despair. Deep down inside she knew that he would never forget the wanton abandonment he had forced to well up out of her, and he would try again and again to achieve the same thing, but she couldn't face that at the moment, and she brushed the thought aside.
"Like it, baby?" Bill asked, grinning knowingly down at her tear-streaked face.
"Yes, Bill, I liked it," she answered frigidly. "Now let me go get washed and finish what I was doing."
"Hold your horses, honey. Hold your horses," he said with an insulting tone in his voice. "My cock's still inside you. See?" He flexed his still slowly deflating cock lewdly up inside her semen-filled vagina.
Ellen flinched and groaned under him from the additional indignity, crossing her forearm over her blue eyes to blank out his leering face so close to hers. She had thought it was enough that her own husband forced those crude words and actions to be surrendered up from her reserved nature, and to lie spent shamelessly beneath him, but to have him deride her still further was more than she could take.
"BUI, please. Let me get up, please," she whimpered. "Ralph and Fran will be here before too long. I have to get things ready."
"What are you so worried about? There's still plenty of time. Besides, Ralph's been talking about what he and Fran do in bed, and I don't think he would be bothered at all by us having a good time. Fran doesn't seem too easy to shock, either, for that matter."
"All right, all right. You've made your point. Now just leave me alone for a while. Haven't you done enough for one day?"
She felt his relaxed body stir and his now-fully-deflated penis slipped from her vagina with a soft, wet, sucking noise as cool rushes of air flowed over and up between her ravished loins when he lifted up away from her. She heaved a long drawn-out sigh of relief from the depths of her lungs as she felt his heaviness leave her and she closed her thighs around the seemingly torn edges of her fleshy cuntal Bps, feeling the tension relax a little in her overly stretched muscles. She removed the arm covering her tear flooded eyes and watched Bill enter the bathroom, locking the door behind him as if to show that he was deliberately ignoring the fact that she had said she wanted to shower herself. As she heard the hissing water begin in the shower inside the bathroom, she rolled over onto her side and cried openly, mourning the final destruction of everything she had thought was beautiful and good in her brief marriage to this man who almost overnight had turned into a selfish, sexually demanding beast.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, Ellen Dudley, she said to herself with determined gaiety as she gazed in the mirror of the powder room of the restaurant where Fran and Ralph Collier had brought her and Bill to celebrate, I think you've handled yourself pretty well tonight under the circumstances. If I haven't been exactly what you might call the life of the party, at least I have held up my end of the wet blanket from falling over the evening.
But even as she congratulated herself, in the mirror she could see her blue eyes beginning to glisten with the tears she had forcibly kept from welling up all night long. Her full, sensuous lips started to curl downward in a gesture of self-pity and she fought bravely against the temptation to sob openly. Instead, she busied herself patching up her eye-shadow and lightly re-penciling her eyebrows, consciously batting her eyelids to clear her blurring vision.
It wasn't enough that my husband came home half-drunk and treated me like a common slut just the day before our first anniversary, which we couldn't even have celebrated alone and on the right day of the week because of the lousy company picnic, but we had to come here to drink champagne and eat with that disgusting Ralph Collier and his loose-tongued wife, Fran. Worse yet, Ellen could do nothing but watch in helpless fury as the other woman flirted openly with Bill throughout most of the meal. The young wife had been certain Fran was pressing her leg up against Bill's thigh under the table while she was smiling patronizingly at Ellen the whole time. The nerve! Ellen might have been able to talk herself out of her own suspicions had she not seen when Fran had "accidentally" dropped her napkin into Bill's lap and then actually grappled for it between his legs before he could pick it up for her.
She fumblingly put her eyebrow pencil away in her purse and clumsily opened her tube of lipstick, dialing the base to raise the bright orange contents and apply it nervously to her thrust-out lower lip before rubbing it tightly against her upper lip to renew the color there.
I don't care if Ralph is Bill's foreman, she decided inside her own mind, he and Fran are coarse, insensitive people and I simply won't be entertaining them all the time. I may have to spend this coming weekend with them for the company sponsored picnic, but it'll be a cold day in...
Before she could finish her mental resolution, the inner door to the ladies' lounge swung open, swishing on its hinges, and in stepped Fran Collier, her face flushed with champagne and wine, bubbling over with good spirits, precariously but good-naturedly balancing on her red spike-heeled shoes. Before Fran had a chance to notice that Ellen was watching her with a badly disguised expression of distaste in the mirror, Ellen took a good look at the older woman. She wore a red cocktail dress not in good taste for dining out, much too short for a woman of at least forty, though Ellen had to admit that Fran's legs still looked good. The tight material hugging her ample hips showed the unmistakable outline of elastic of her panties, making it clear that she was not wearing a girdle. Not that she needed one, apparently. The barely concealed flesh of her hips and narrow waist was very firm and probably enticing to any man who could stand her coarse mannerisms. Ellen had a sudden flash of intuition which told her that it was possible that most men liked their women a little on the sluttish side, and her eyes became slightly envious of the ease with which this woman played her role of sexy married woman. Ellen quickly judged that the prominently hutting breasts about to overflow from the decollete' of her dress also would be exciting to any red-blooded male. Then she noticed that Fran's somewhat bleary eyes were unsteadily fixed on her own in the mirror, and she tried to smile pleasantly in spite of the jealous, caustic thoughts she harbored secretly in her mind.
"Oh, hi, honey," Fran slurred, making a comic face of surprise, as if she hadn't known Ellen was in the powder room. "What are you... why, you've been crying, dear," she said, a look of seemingly real concern passing over her drunken features. "What's wrong? Come on, you can tell Frannie all about it. Isn't your hubby giving you enough loving?" she asked, looking shrewdly into Ellen's still watery eyes. "I'll just bet that's it. And you such a pretty little piece, too. That dumb ox, he... "
Fran had her hands on Ellen's shoulders now, and she felt them rise and fall in a spasmodic jerking movement recognized as the potential beginning of a hysterical crying jag. She decided she would have to try to calm the poor girl down and get her back to the table.
"There, there. It's all right, honey," she cooed, patting Ellen's shoulders comfortingly and giving them a good squeeze of complicity.
Ellen just didn't know what to do. She was so ashamed of crying in front of the older wiser woman, who did seem genuinely concerned for her, and on the other hand she knew she wouldn't be able to talk over with her what had happened between she and her husband at home this afternoon. She had a feeling that Fran would simply agree with Bill's attitude and make fun of her for making so much to do over nothing. But it wasn't nothing to her, she half sobbed out loud. It was a matter of mutual respect and love, a whole world she believed in that was about to topple and crumble about her head, she felt.
"N... Nothing's wrong, really," she stammered, guiltily racking her brain for a logical excuse for being so obviously upset this way. "It's only the time of the month, and I... "
"Now, now. You can't fib to Aunty Fran," the older woman said in a chiding voice, turning her overly made-up face to look at Ellen sideways out of her light green eyes, the dyed auburn hair piled on top of her head shifting position slightly.
Fran sat herself onto the formica top of the make-up table, and then suddenly remembered the other reason she had wanted to come into the Ladies' toilet. "Excuse me just a minute, dearie, when you gotta go... " she tittered, and she disappeared into one of the enclosed cubicles.
Ellen hurriedly dried her cheeks and eyes and brushed some powder on sparingly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She was anxious to be ready to leave when Fran finished so they could avoid what might be an unpleasant discussion. For what seemed like a long time she heard the gurgling and splashing from behind the half-closed door where Fran sat, then she heard the snap of elastic as Fran pulled her panties back up and came out again, smoothing down her dress.
"Whew! Do I feel better! I thought, for a minute, I was going to pop like one of those champagne bottles." She laughed raucously and took up her position again, lighting up a cigarette and crossing her legs almost at the same time. She gave a hard, inquiring look at Ellen's flushed face and made a meow of unwilling appreciation. "I can see why that handsome hunk of man you married is so stuck on you, Ellen. You're just about the prettiest woman I've ever talked to personally. But I can tell there's something really seriously wrong, don't try to kid me, and I want to know what it is. Come on, now. Give."
"R... Really, Fran, it's nothing. Just a little spat, that well both forget about tomorrow. I... "
"You can't look me in the eyes and say that, can you?" Fran said, jabbing a finger at Ellen's exposed knee as she sat on the tall stool. "Besides, a lover's quarrel on your first anniversary? Whoever heard of such a thing? You should still both be so damned anxious to get your hands on one another that you wouldn't have time to find anything to argue about." A slow realization began to dawn on Fran's apparently earnest face.
"Waaaaait a minute! Don't tell me, honey. I know what it is sure as little boys have dingdongs. You're a little sex-shy, aren't you?"
Ellen shook her head vigorously, hating the fact that she had been trapped into this conversation, but she still could not lift her once again tearing eyes to meet Fran's sharp gaze.
"No, no. It's not true! I... I do like sex!
What has Bill been telling you behind... "
"Whoa! Hold on, honey. It's all right. Bill didn't say nothing to nobody .It's just that, well, a woman like me can tell things like that just by looking. And when a man gets a hungry look for any really stacked woman, except his own wife-especially when she's built like a brick shithouse the way you are-then I know damn well something's wrong." She stopped for a second, wondering how much she could say without scaring the poor thing away. "Look, Ellen honey, you can talk to me. I'm the most understanding broad that ever said yes to a man. What is it, now? Does he ask you to do nasty things you don't like? Is that it?"
Ellen found herself nodding, spasmodically sobbing deep in her emotionally heaving chest. She immediately kicked herself in her mind. She hadn't ever wanted anybody to know about Bill's perversity. He was such a wonderful man in all other ways.
"Or has he been playing around with some hussy and you found out about it?" Fran asked, an almost hopeful gleam in her eye.
"No! Never!" Ellen finally managed to blurt out. "Bill's the kindest, gentlest, truest... " her voice trailed away as her mind flicked back in spite of herself to that afternoon, and she ran out of words, falling into heart-rending sobs again.
"Sure, sure. I know. All these slobs are beasts, and we can't do without them and they know it.
The only answer is to learn to enjoy their little sex games, the same as they do. It's the only way." Fran said, obviously meaning every word of what she said, and speaking in a tone that made it clear that she thought men were anything but slobs, that in fact if they weren't already wild animals when she got hold of them she would do her level best to turn them into that.
"I... I... I don't think that's possible for me. I could never... never... " Ellen simply couldn't make herself say the words. She quickly changed her mind about even wanting to say anything about Bill's attempt to put his lips down between her legs, and switched tracks. "I could never tolerate the way he treated me this afternoon. If I thought that was what he was really like, I... I don't know what I would do." She opened her blue eyes wide as the unnerving thought crossed her mind for the first time that she might actually decide to take a divorce action of some kind.
"Now you just stop thinking like that and tell me all about it. It'll do you good to get it off your chest, believe me. Storing it up's no good. It'll just eat away at you until you explode some day over nothing at all, and he would think you'd flipped your wig or something. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" Fran said convincingly. She saw doubt pass over Ellen's face once more and then dissipate itself in common sense.
"Well... " Ellen hesitated. Fran did seem like a good person, in spite of her rough ways, and she was tempted to confide in her. She had to talk to someone before her marriage to Bill was in real trouble.
"That's right, honey," Fran said soothingly, stubbing out her half-finished cigarette and lighting another. She hoped to hell that nobody popped in on them before she got the whole story. She knew she might not get another chance at it. "Take a deep breath and tell Frannie all about it. That's a good girl."
And Ellen launched into a full-scale account of the events of that afternoon, and, with a little prodding from Fran, she gave a whole history of her sexual problems with Bill. She hadn't known how many there were until she reviewed the past twelve months and beyond their courtship. She was a little surprised that Fran could be such an avid listener, and laid it to a naturally warm and understanding personality. She made the self-discovery that she had already made up her mind to somehow change her attitudes to come to closer agreement with Bill's wishes, but she didn't yet know how to bring that about.
CHAPTER THREE
"Four bottles of champagne, three of good, expensive red wine, two rounds of brandy, and one hell of a spaghetti dinner," recited Ralph Collier as he stood in the middle of his living room, swaying in small circles in his drunkenness. He and Fran had dropped by the Dudley's house for an additional night-cap of a few scotches on the rocks, triples before coming on home. His mind was not reeling, but neither was it steady on the beam. 'That ought to give those two young love-birds a night they won't forget for a long time." His eyes blazed as he pictured the luscious, curvaceous young Ellen Dudley, flat on her back, legs spread wide and getting a royal fuck from her virile young husband. Jesus! he thought, I wouldn't mind getting a little of that myself. That hot little ass, those luscious tits, that innocent-looking face wrapped in blonde hair! "Holy Jesus!" he groaned, getting a familiar ache in his groin.
"Yeah, yeah. I know!" Fran called from the bedroom where she was undressing and putting on her housecoat. "You're thinking you'd like to screw Bill Dudley's hot pants little wife." She stepped into the living room, her housecoat not yet pulled closed over her body. She wore red bikini panties and brassiere to match, and the garments were hard-pressed to contain the ripe and mature fruits of her sensuously curving flesh.
"Christ!" Ralph ejaculated. "You fill out a pair of panties and a brassiere like a grape fills its goddamned skin. UmmmmmUM!" He took an unsteady step in her direction, already cupping his hand to feel her fully rounded breast spilling over the top of the tightly restraining brassiere.
"But you might as well forget it, buster," she said with a tone of finality.
"Huh!" spluttered Ralph, not sure what she meant.
"I said, lovely, you might as well forget about getting into Baby Ellen's juicy little cunt. Her own husband's got a hard enough time himself." She stopped by the liquor cabinet and selected a bottle of gin, pouring two tumblers half full. She handed one of them to Ralph, successfully dodging his attempt to goose her between her rounded white buttocks sheathed in the panties barely reaching high enough to hold themselves up.
"Whew! For a minute I thought you were saying I wasn't getting any tonight," he joked, clownishly pretending to wipe a cold sweat off his forehead. He leaned his head back slightly and poured some of the gin into his parched throat.
Fran gave her husband a good once-over while he stood there, his feet set wide apart, his muscular legs like sinewy pylons beneath the creased brown trousers. He was a little shorter than one would have thought by looking only at his broad shoulders and big head set on a thick, heavily-tendoned neck, but still, she thought, not neglecting the full front view of his bulging male genitals enclosed tightly in jockey shorts and pants, he's one hefty hunk of man, and he's not only got a build that would make Charles Atlas jealous as hell, he knows how to screw me better than anyone else ever could. She quickly flashed back over the years since she met him in high school, where he had been the star left guard on the football team for three years running. That first time he had made love to her he treated her maybe a little better than a wild ape would have, and if she hadn't already had a good deal of experience, she doubted whether she would have let him close to her again. As it was, she knew a good thing when she saw it, and she had worked her little tail off to make sure he didn't get away. Well, she thought, it's been worth it. Not only had she already had twenty years of good cock, regular as the sun comes up, but she had married a man who really enjoyed life and believed in the same thing for everybody else.
He had started off in the plastics factory right after they got married, working as a floor man, cleaning up the shop, filling the hoppers of the hot, clanking machines that spewed molten plastic into the stell molds twenty-four hours a day. It took him over five years at sixty-eight dollars and fifty cents a week, time-and-a-half for overtime-and God knows he put in a lot of it, but finally he started up the rungs of the ladder. From floor man to lead man, lead man to night foreman-two years of hell without him in bed with her at night, and from foreman on the day shift to head foreman. True, he was sometimes called in at three in the morning because a machine was broken down, but that wasn't often, and he made a good living now.
She'd been lucky, she thought. Lucky and good at fucking. There was no doubt in her mind that she couldn't have kept him coming home with all those floozies in the plant that operated the machines trying to impress him, if she hadn't held his interest in their own bed over the years. He sure as hell has held mine all right. Except for one or two passing pick-ups of truck drivers in bars when he was on nights, she had never stepped out on him.
She had always suspected that he had done a little running around on the side himself. It would have been hard not to with all those divorcees and sweet young things trying their damnedest to keep their boss happy. But she never tried to keep tabs on him, and that, too, she knew, kept him happy. Besides, she thought, why shouldn't he have a little fun on his own if he was smart enough to get away with it? As long as he kept punching her like a time-clock every day, twice or more on Saturdays and Sundays. She would never have held it against him, though she probably would have scratched out the eyes of any girl she knew was trying to get into his pants permanently.
I got no complaints at all, she thought as she lay back on the sofa where she had been sitting, letting the housecoat fall carelessly away from her white, smooth skinned thighs.
Having thrown down no less than half of the huge drink she had handed him, Ralph brought his head down with a snapping motion, smacking his lips, his eyes burning as though his throat was on fire. He wiped his hands across his thick, moist lips and stared lasciviously at his voluptuous wife lying prone on the couch, her bursting cleavage enticingly visible above the partly closed orange housecoat, her auburn-haired head thrown back over the soft mound of pillows in a pose of abandon, the narrow band of her red panties partly exposed where the well rounded tops of her thighs came together. He could feel his fleshy penis stirring to life inside the confinement of his jockey shorts as he took a few steps toward her reclining figure, his hot eyes fastened on the barely visible mound of her nylon-covered pubic triangle.
"Is that the God's truth?" he asked without taking his gleaming eyes off the thinly veiled slit between her legs. "I mean about poor Bill not getting any from that choice piece of tail he's married to?"
"Oh, he gets it, all right," Fran answered, feeling her cunt lips start to tingle as he stared at her vagina through the thinly covering panties. "But she doesn't know what's what, and he takes what he can get, which isn't much, believe me.
"How'd you find all this out? In bed with Bill?" he insinuated as he sat down on the edge of the sofa near her feet and ran his free hand over the smooth flesh of her roundly curved calves, tickling lightly behind her knees with his fingernails.
"You bum!" she hissed, viciously kicking him in the stomach, but not hard enough to make him take away the hand playing up and down her goose-fleshed leg. "You know it's been a long time-too damned long, since I was lucky enough to get screwed by anybody as good-looking and young as Bill Dudley."
"You don't say?" Ralph answered with sarcastic playfulness. "You mean you only get your poor little pussy plowed by hairy animals like me?" He painfully dug his fingers into the firm muscles just above her knee, now watching her face twist out of shape from the pain. "Is that it? But you got to admit you're pretty hard pressed to find any other guy as well-hung as me, and I know how to use what I got. Right?" She didn't answer and he dug in harder, forcing her to squeal in agony.
"EEEEEEE! Stop it! You know very well I'll take all the fucking you can dish out, and then some if any's available." He didn't release his vise-like grip on her, grinning at her tormented face implacably.
"Right?" He repeated hoarsely.
"Ohhh! Right! Right, you crum! You've got a cock like a horse! Now let's go, for Christ's sake."
Chuckling to himself, Ralph relaxed his inescapable grip and winked at her. "Damned right," he said, taking a long pull at what was left of his drink, "Built like a horse, fuck like a billy goat, that's me." He looked carefully at her face, knowing from the way her eyelids drooped half way down over her slightly glazed green eyes that she was only more than a little drunk, she was also quickly getting in the mood for some good, old-fashioned sex. He wondered if he would foul up what promised to be an interesting climax to the evening by asking more questions about Bill's snooty-assed young wife. He was suddenly absolutely sure that he wanted to screw Ellen Dudley, and he wondered if Fran would go along with it, maybe helping him in exchange for a couple of rounds in bed with Bill.
He let his hand wander over the fleshy warmth of her inner thighs while he thought it over, staring directly at the barely moving red mound where her hair-covered vaginal opening was still hidden from view.
If what Fran was saying was true, he would be doing Bill a fantastic favor and have a little fun himself in the bargain. He liked Bill, who was a good worker with a lot of potential in the plant to move ahead with a little more experience, and wouldn't want to make him angry. He really meant that, he reaffirmed himself. If it would screw up Bill and Ellen, he wouldn't try anything with the innocent young bitch. But he didn't think it would. If it worked out right, Bill would thank him, much less have reason to get mad at him. And he was dead certain that Fran would go along with it. More than once they had mutually agreed to switch partners at a party, though he had never to this day owned up to the occasional pieces that had dropped into his lap, and while Fran hadn't admitted to playing around with other men either, he was pretty sure she had.
Not that he minded, he reflected. What was good for the goose was good for the gander.
He finished off his gin and set the glass on the coffee table, at the same time slipping his kneading fingers up into the rotating, spreading vee of her thighs. He pressed the red nylon with an extended finger into the hot, fleshy crevice between her legs, feeling the gesture make her full breasts quiver as her breath quickened. "Jesus, you're hot already, you loose little bitch." He could feel the damp heat of her vaginal fluids soaking through the nylon panties, and his dormant cock jerked in anticipation inside his jockey shorts, eagerly struggling to burst out of its bonds.
"You better believe it, daddy," she moaned softly, her eyes closed. She spread her long legs wider, and the narrow red crotch band barely covered the deep valley of her cuntal slit, soft brown pubic hairs now exposed and curling out on both sides of the panties as they escaped the elastic fringes. "What are you going to do about it?" Fran demanded huskily in her sexiest voice.
Ralph had a sudden idea, and he massaged the still-hidden vaginal lips between his prying fingers, pulling once in a while at the silken coils of pubic hair. "I'll give you two to one you're thinking about getting into Bill Dudley's jockey shorts," he said challengingly as he watched her face for her reaction to his words.
Her full, bright red lips compressed together only fractionally and her nostrils dilated slightly in surprise, but it was enough to tell him he had struck the mark. 'That's OK by me, baby," he said. "So long as you give me the same pussy privileges with his hot-ass little wife."
She didn't answer, though her breathing changed pace for a brief span of time as she digested slowly what he was getting at. She could still feel his fingers working around the achingly pulsating edges of her quickly awakening cunt and flicking lightly over the quivering red bud of her clitoris.
"Think about it for a minute, baby. You'd really like to get your hot little hands on his still young cock, now wouldn't you?" Ralph inserted his extended finger under the tight elastic leg band of her panties and eased it into the hot river of juices flowing in her moistly throbbing cuntal opening, sliding it up expertly to the fully-risen bud of her clitoris and circling it lightly while his wife groaned deep in her throat and began swaying her ripely-fleshed buttocks as she arched her back up off the couch to meet his probing finger.
Her hands were massaging the heaving mounds of her own creamy skinned breasts through her filmy brassiere now as her mature body responded eagerly to his ministrations. Then she felt his finger slide down from her electrified clitoris and slither up in toner tight, clasping pussy to its full stiffened length, shoving the inner folds out of its burrowing path, relentlessly.
"OHHHHHH! Honey!" she moaned.
"Wouldn't you? Tell the truth, baby." Ralph exhorted gruffly.
"Yes. Ooooh God, yessss!" she answered breathlessly.
Pushing another finger under her, push aside her panty crotchband to join the first and working both of, them, deeper into her moistening but not-yet-widened pussy, his thumb pressing up into her erectly pulsing clitoris, he watched her suddenly begin to writhing in front of his eyes in abandonment to her hot-blooded lust. He was feeling secret sensations of pleasure inside his bursting pants as his fully swollen cock throbbed and his semen-filled balls ached in their hot pocket in the crotch of his shorts. He knew he was going to have to fuck her soon, and he relished the thought of doing it to his full-bodied, wanton wife, at the same time wanting to get her in the mood for what he had in mind for the sexual conquest of Bill and Ellen Dudley.
"And you'd like to take his young, fresh cock and suck it, wouldn't you? And then he'd spread your legs like now and stick it in your cunt like a fucking baseball bat and fuck your insides black and blue with it, screw the shit out of you, with you cumming all around his cock and balls."
His obscene words incited her to still further, almost unbearable, pleasure, and she squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed wildly on the couch, her legs flung lewdly apart now, her right knee hooked up over the high upholstered back as she opened her already nearly exploding pussy to his thrusting fingers and she hungrily kneaded her own heavily billowing breasts.
"Yessss. Yessss! Don't stop now finger fucking me! Keep talking dirty to me. I'm going to cum!"
Abruptly Ralph withdrew hi glistening fingers out of, the fire-colored flesh of her cuntal slit and stood up, leaving her stranded on the brink of orgasm, her lewdly spread-eagled body still grinding and writhing as she gasped loudly for air.
"W... what are you doing? Oh God, honey, come back here!" Fran moaned and twisted on the couch removing her hands from her full breasts and pressing them into the burning wetness of the wetly flooding vaginal cleft he had so uncaringly deserted before she had felt the final release she was straining for. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly. "You can't leave me all hot like this."
"I'm going to fix you up in a minute, baby. And I'll fix you good, like usual." He picked up his empty glass and moved to top it up. "First,! think you and me ought to have a little talk about Bill and Ellen. Seems to me they could both use a little on-the-job training." He had filled his glass half-full again and watched her over the rim of it as he sipped thirstily at the clear liquid.
She froze on the couch for a moment, still relishing the aching feeling where she was pressing her hands into her flaming loins. Then she sighed, it was useless to persuade him to do more now and tried to relax, sitting up on one elbow to lift her glass and fill her mouth with gin, rolling it around appreciatively on her tongue.
"OK, I can see I won't get any satisfaction out of you until you get whatever's on your mind out in the open. Go ahead." She smiled at him knowingly, hoping he would get to the point in a hurry and give her what he knew she wanted.
"You say Ellen is not free enough with Bill in bed, huh? That means Bill could use a little fun, he must be kind of desperate for a good fucking."
Ellen's already excited cunt throbbed at the suggested thought. It would be awfully nice to have such a handsome young man lying on top of her, slipping his virile young cock into her hungry pussy. "Ummmmmm!" she purred, jerking her pelvis lewdly back and forth. "Go on."
"And I think all Ellen needs is a couple of lessons from an expert to teach her the name of the game," Ralph continued.
"So you're the expert, Lothario. Is that it? Just how do you expect to persuade her to let you screw her fresh, young pussy? For that matter, what makes you think Bill will allow you to get away with it?"
"That's where I need your cooperation, baby. If you'll do your part and get old Bill in the sack with you, I can handle the rest." Already he could visualize it, and involuntarily his softening cock began jerking up to hardness again.
"Don't look now, honey, but your brains'r showing," Fran giggled and thrust her loins up at him while she stared at the huge lump under his trousers, the narrow red band of her bikini panties still sunk deep down in the palpitating furrow of her aching cunt where she had been massaging it.
"Why don't we continue our discussion in the bedroom, honey? I can think better flat on my back," Fran suggested, rising from the couch and walking past him to the door, suddenly reaching out her hand to stroke his engorged cock through the rough material of his pants.
"Unnnng! That's asking for it, you hot little slut! You better take a little more gin with you, you might need it for the fucking I'm going to give you." Ralph growled as he reacted to her passing caress by slapping the palm of his broad hand hard against the thinly-sheathed mounds of her buttocks before she could get out of his reach.
"Talk, talk, talk. That's all I get from you," she teased, flipping her full hips at him provocatively and pulling her housecoat revealingly back from her naked legs as she bent her knee and swung it back and forth, opening and closing her thighs around the gently undulating red nylon-covered mound of her pussy.
"Since when is all you get from me, talk, sweet pussy-baby?" Ralph rasped as he made a grab for her.
"Pussy-baby" was a term she knew he used when he was getting all hot and bothered and she allowed him to tangle his digging fingers in her hair as he dragged her forward and ground his gin-tasting lips down onto hers, lashing his tongue immediately between her teeth and sending it snaking deep into the back of her throat while she bumped her body into full contact with his and felt his huge thick cock pressing hard against her almost naked belly. She groaned into his hot wet mouth and pushed both of her hands between their closely pressed bodies to grasp, through his pants, his balls and the thick base of his throbbing penis, almost painfully clawing at the material separating her fingers from his lust-swollen genitals.
Finally, she found his zipper and eagerly forced it down, her hands dipping under the elastic band of his jockey shorts to clasp the warm, fleshy shaft eagerly, hearing his deep-chested grunt of pleasure as she slipped her fingertips on down into the wiry tangle of hair surrounding his semen-bloated balls and then tightened them in her grip. Without warning she sucked her bruised lips away from his and slid her head down over his muscular chest still covered by a shirt and tie, at the same time shoving his jockey shorts down with the back of her hands, exposing the velvet-headed cock fully, ignoring the pain caused by his fingers tugging her auburn hair by the roots.
Ralph soon saw what she was doing and let her drop on down to her knees on the rug, her face a few scant inches from the suddenly freed cock. It was now oozing clear fluid from the single eye-like slit in the purplish tip as she hummed appreciation for it in her throat and ogled its hugeness as her hand slipped the loose foreskin up and down over the bone-hard ridges. She lasciviously licked her full, red lips and inched them toward the naked thick, veined penis.
"Maybe this will make you easier to get along with," she said, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at his gigantic pulsing cock. 'Tell me what kind of wicked plans for seducing young Ellen Dudley you have in mind while I amuse myself. I can't wait any longer." She stuck her pink moistened tongue as far out of her mouth as she could and flicked the pointed tip up and down the stretched foreskin of his heavy, uncircumcised cock, causing him to groan with pleasure and strain his erect stiffness out from his hair-covered belly toward her open mouth. Fran pulled it down like a pump handle until it was pointed directly out from his belly at her redly puckered but slightly parted lips, her still-flicking tongue licking hungrily at the sperm seeping from the dilating tip-end. "Come on, tell me," she teased, backing her head away from his fleshy rod a few inches, "tell me what you've got in mind for seducing the Dudley's dear."
Ralph tightened both of his hands in her hair, suddenly tired of her teasing and drove his throbbing cock into her hotly waiting mouth, forcing its thick head brutally between her lips and shoving her tongue back as he mercilessly thrust as much of his hardened shaft into her as she could take.
"Ooooh, baby, that's nice and buttery," he sighed heavily as he felt the searing heat of her nearly-filled mouth surrounding over half the length of his cock, enjoying the look of her bulging cheeks and wide-open green eyes as he speared deep into her.
"Ahhhhh! Pussy-baby, you do that a while, and I'll tell you everything you want to know!" he groaned huskily as he began making short, hard strokes into her choking mouth and she squeezed her hand around the broad, rock-hard length of his cock and kneaded his sperm-filled balls hanging underneath with her other hand.
He closed his eyes and savored her loving technique a few moments and then concentrated on not cumming, wanting it to last while he told her his plans, knowing it would fire her up even more and thereby increase the pleasure she would give him.
Keeping his anus tightly clenched as he pumped in and out of her alternately puffed and sunken cheeks as she knelt obscenely on the floor before him sucking noisily, he forced himself to continue. "I figure the best way to really get it to sink into her pretty head that she needs to learn a little is for you to get to him first," he said, struggling to keep his voice even as he spoke down at her and kept fucking his cock slowly in and out of her mouth. He felt her tongue begin following the full pulsating length each time it retreated, lightly circling its tip, sending jolts of electric sensations into his loins.
"That's your part of the project," he added as he ground his teeth at a particularly delicious motion of her tongue. "If you can convince him it's all in good fun, being the company picnic and all, and lead him to bed, we're halfway home. Ohhhhh! That's good, baby," he moaned again, increasing his speed and guiding her bobbing head below to match his faster rhythm while he watched her contorted face slaving on his cock now glistening wetly with her saliva. He loved seeing the huge thickness of his rod sinking in between her hungrily sucking lips, tiny red smears of her lipstick showing on it on the out stroke.
"How-a-we-o-at?" she mumbled around the sliding, slipping cock as it continued to plunge deeper and deeper into her mouth, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the swirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-engorged head.
"We can arrange for them to take the other half of the double connecting cabin, and... Fuck it, you can damned well wait to hear the goddamned story," Ralph rasped as she began to suck still harder, letting the sharp edges of her teeth scrape lightly over the smooth surface of his tingling cock. "You just keep sucking, baby, and Big Daddy'll tell you the rest later."
He shuffled his feet, edging her around on her bent knees so he could look in the mirror behind the liquor cabinet and get a full profile view of his wife's face as his swelling shaft see-sawed rhythmically in and out of her widely ovaled mouth. The sight of her lipstick-rimmed lips impaled by his sliding in and out shaft, caused his loins to tense more and jerk toward her face until, in the low mirror, it looked as though he were burying the full length of it all the way down her throat, almost all of it seeming to disappear in her mouth with each hard thrust except for a little section of the thick rod showing veined and glistening as it protruded from between her wide-spread lips. Her tongue licked nerve-tinglingly on the out-stroke, making the bulbous head throb and jerk like an exaggerated heart-beat inside it. He watched as though hypnotized in the mirror, her red painted lips pulling out grotesquely as they clung to the flesh of his cock while she sucked at it hungrily, her mind now caught up in the lewd task completely. Her full, ripe breasts bounced tautly inside her brassiere, exposed when her housecoat fell open, also revealing her naked white thighs to him in the mirror, and the sight of her rocking, globular buttocks encased in her red nylon panties.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for a moment that she was the young blonde wife of Bill Dudley working on his swelling cock. By God, he thought, I'll like getting into that naive little cunt down in front of me like this. I'll shove it so far down into her snooty little throat I'll be fucking her tonsils, and I'll pump my cum all the way down into her sweet little belly until shell think it's going to burst all the way up out of her tits!"
"Keep it up! Keep it up!" he grunted to his wife as she slaved over him below, her parity encased buttocks beginning to swing back and forth over her wide splayed knees. He felt like pissing in her mouth there was so much pressure building up in his balls as she clutched them with her fingers, and he knew it wouldn't be long now. His hard, stroking cock felt as though it was boiling over with hot lead and was on the verge of popping open like a sausage that when it came would spray its insides all over the room. He slammed his sensation-crazed loins hard up against her pretty, bobbing face, giving no heed to her complaining mumble as he raced toward the ultimate end of this exquisite torture that was climbing--climbing--climbing until suddenly he could feel the white-hot liquid begin to boil up from deep in his balls and steam through the flashing neon-like length of his surging cock.
"Don't stop, honey, keep sucking it, keep sucking!" he groaned, tangling his hands more tightly in her hair, jerkily ramming his convulsing cock farther and farther down her throat, his legs beginning to wobble as she went on sucking wildly and he continued spurting his white-hot cum far into her slavering mouth.
With a last great house-shaking groan, he emptied the last of his hotly gushing semen between her widely ovaled lips and held his fingers fast in her hair as he dragged her after him and collapsed down weakly into a chair, her lips and tongue following and still nibbling gently, sucking out every last drop of cum from his rapidly emptying penis. Little by little his expended hardness began deflating in her cum-filled mouth. Ralph let his arms dangle in exhaustion over the arms of the chair, blowing out a huge sigh of relief and tiredness. Fran lay with her head on his thigh for a while thin white strings of cum connecting like thin white spider webs from his cock to her chin, still fondling and nibbling at the softened useless cock in front of her. Then she lifted herself onto his knees, still holding his cock in her fingers, and kissed him hard on the lips so that he could taste the wetness of his orgasm on her mouth.
"What was it you were saying, honey?" she teased into his ear, smiling to herself in a feeling of triumph. He shrugged her head away from his ear and saw the slight sparkle in her green eyes. "You little bitch! Trying to break my train of thought!" He half growled, half groaned at her playfully. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, picking on a poor defenseless guy when his fly is open!"
"Turn about is fair play, baby. 'Member what you did to me on the couch? You'll have to finish that as soon as I get your little dolly here to stand up again. In the meantime, suppose you tell me how you intend to get into Ellen Dudley's needy little pussy." She was already busy pumping new life into his temporarily defeated cock-she could feel it hardening in the slipping sheath of her palm.
"Ought to be simple enough, seems to me. You're in our room screwing the living shit out of Sill-the poor guy deserves a good fuck after a year, God knows. You make sure he makes a lot of noise, and when I lead Ellen into their room to look for her mysteriously disappeared husband, it won't take her long to figure out what's going on on the other side of the door. I think I can handle the show from there."
"I just bet you can," his wife intoned teasingly, feeling his swelling cock filling the narrow circle of her fingers. "And if that thing doesn't get her turned on, then I guess I'll just have to take care of Bill from time to time after that."
"I wouldn't worry about that, if I were you," he rasped. "Bill's biggest problem after I get her trained to like it, will be keeping up with her. And I might help him out if need be, and if it suits you."
"Honey, that suits me fine. If you're still able to fuck when you leave this house, then you are welcome to put it in anybody who gets close enough." She felt the tide of moisture rising again between her thighs and grinned lewdly at him. It was going to be one hell of a good night, she thought in anticipation, and she got up from his knees and led him toward the bedroom using his hard, thick cock like a leash on an obedient pet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill Dudley was driving home in a hurry on Friday after work, dodging almost recklessly in and out of traffic on the crowded freeway. As he thought back to the conversation he had had with his boss, Ralph Collier, the palms of his hands broke out in a clammy sweat and it became difficult to hold a good grip on the steering wheel. He reached the exit he had to take to his house and barely made it out of the center lane. He had almost passed his turn-off, he was so engrossed in thinking of the things Ralph had been telling him about what he and his wife Fran had spent the night doing, almost until dawn, Ralph had said.
"Jesus!" Bill said out loud in the privacy of his car. He had almost hit a young mini-skirted girl who was crossing the street ahead of him in the middle of the block. He still had more than a mile before he got to the housing development where he and Ellen had settled when they got married a year ago, and he was in a hell of a rush to pick her up and start on their way to the site of the company picnic, but he felt he had to pull over for a few minutes and clear out the pictures clouding his concentration.
It was times like this when it would be good to be a smoker, he thought, as he pulled on the emergency brake and stared blankly ahead. Instead, he fished a stick of chewing gum out of his blue work shirt pocket and crumpled the paper off at almost the same time he Was stuffing it nervously into his mouth and his teeth clamped down viciously on the sweet tasting gum.
Now that he was no longer moving in traffic, the obscene pictures Ralph had vividly painted for him of his and Fran's activities the night before crowded into Bill's head and his always-hungry penis began to rise up inside his pants like a snake-charmer's cobra, it's head swelling as it jerked into life. v "Thanks for a great night," Ralph had said when they had sat down together in a corner of the factory cafeteria for lunch.
Bill had said he should be thanking Ralph, since he had paid for the dinner, but then Ralph laughed hoarsely and launched into an explanation of what he had meant by his words. Bill's eyes were practically popping out of his head by the time Ralph had finished, and he hadn't eaten a bite of the chicken sandwiches Ellen had packed for him so that he finally had to wolf them down to get back onto the floor in time to relieve George, who hadn't yet had lunch.
Then Bill had been busy for half an hour checking out all the machines and relieving girls for five minutes each to go to the John , and he was forced to forget the lurid sexual scenes Ralph had depicted, but when that new girl Cora came back to take her place at number seven, she had suggestively brushed her pointed breasts over his arm and had bumped her curvaceously rounded young buttocks brazenly into his pelvis, giving him an unmistakable come-on look with her eyes, and the whole thing had started again running through his skull.
Hell, he was lucky he hadn't chopped off his hand in a machine after that, he thought. He pictured Fran's full, sensuously sucking mouth clamped down on Ralph's no doubt, gigantic cock, and he thought his balls would pop open like over-ripe figs inside his trousers he was so excited. He had often tried to persuade Ellen to do that, but she had always refused. Adding up everything that Ralph had told him, he decided that Fran must just be close to a nymphomaniac, and that Ralph had had fantastic luck to marry such a woman.
When Ralph had talked to him for a few minutes on his break time, Bill had said that to him, but Ralph had said it wasn't true. It was just that he had carefully groomed her the first year or two to do the things he liked, and now Fran liked them as much as he did. Then he asked Bill rather slyly if he had been teaching Ellen what he liked, and Bill embarrassedly admitted that he was still working on it. It was pretty clear to Ralph that he wasn't having much luck, and he had told him that he'd better get on the ball or Ellen would think she was the one wearing the pants and he would never get the kind of satisfaction a hard working man deserves. Bill guessed he was right, but didn't know what more he could do. He didn't want to make her get angry and disgusted with him anymore than she already was because of his attempts to lead her into a little variety in bed, thinking that something was better than nothing.
He had been thinking before the break period about the frustrating night he had had after Ralph and Fran had left their house. He had been a little drunk and felt horny as hell, but Ellen, even though she had been pretty damned high herself had successfully prevented him from doing anything besides sucking at her breasts a few minutes before she had pulled him on top of her, opened her legs, and let him screw her in exactly the same way she had for the whole year of their marriage. He had been furiously disappointed and hadn't even kissed her goodnight, merely rolling off after he had finished and lying there with his back to her even though she was crying softly just before he finally dropped off to sleep.
Ralph had clucked his tongue sympathetically when Bill had gushed out the story without being able to stop himself, feeling a little guilty about talking about his young wife with the older man. Then he had felt he couldn't say no when Ralph had suggested that he and Ellen take the other half of the double cabin usually reserved for the chief foreman and best friends. In the back of his mind, Bill knew what was in Ralph's thoughts, or so he thought, and he wondered for a moment what Ellen would think of the idea. To hell with what she thinks, he thought to himself. Shell have to come down off her high horse sooner or later, or... He let the thought trail off, not willing to think that he would have to do anything really drastic to bring Ellen up to what he expected of his wife. It's for her good as well as mine, for Christ's sake, he added to himself. Look at Fran. She really has a good time with her husband, you can see that she's really happy and full of life just by looking at her. For a brief second he pictured her alluringly voluptuous body, her full breasts thrusting jauntily out in front of her, her roundly curved buttocks jiggling under her skirt when she walked, and he remembered how she had pressed her knee between his own last night in the restaurant and carelessly dug her hand into his crotch when she supposedly dropped her napkin by accident. He suddenly had a wild thought that she would like to get into bed with him, but out of loyalty to Ralph he ignored it, shoving it back into a corner of his mind.
Ralph had said they could get the two women stinking drunk and have a good time together over the long weekend. Bill turned that idea over in his mind once or twice to see what it was that didn't quite sound right, but he gave it up. Well, he thought, maybe Fran will have a ball, but there'll be hell to pay to get Ellen over her hang-ups. Anyway, I'll give her a real run for her money this time, and maybe Ralph is right in what he said: A woman doesn't know what she wants; it takes a man to show her, and then shell be thanking him for a long time for the favor. The only thanks I want will be the physical kind, he thought grimly as he started the car, the engine roaring like a wild beast which he was riding, and he chewed vigorously at the forgotten gum in his mouth as he pulled out into the congested street.
* * *
"Maybe you think it's an honor to have an adjoining room to that uncouth ape, Ralph, and his obviously over-sexed wife, but I don't," Ellen spluttered when Bill had told her where they would stay at the company picnic. "And you can say all you want about him being your boss, and how he has high hopes for you at the plant, and whatever else you can think of. But don't expect me to like the idea, because I don't!" she shouted at him as he hurriedly put the things they were taking with them by the front door.
He turned to face her, his dark brown eyes flashing angrily, and he all but shook his fist at her, restraining himself with difficulty. "You listen to me, Ellen! We're taking that room, because he offered it and I don't want to be ungrateful to a man who can do a lot for me. Besides, I like Fran and Ralph and, besides, maybe you could learn a thing or two from rubbing shoulders with that 'over-sexed' woman, as you call her. God knows, you could use a little help after the limp rag you've been in bed the last couple of days. I... "
"So now I'm a limp rag!" she blurted out, suddenly far beyond the point where tension-releasing tears were possible to her. "And you want me to rub shoulders with that s... slut while you rub knees with her under my very eyes! Don't think I didn't see what was going on last night under the table at the restaurant!"
"I... You don't know what you're talking about!" Bill fumed at her in his confusion, surprised that she had noticed the furtive movements Fran had been making, and he found himself strangely embarrassed.
Ellen knew she had made a point and relaxed enough to break down and cry a little, but she quickly regained her composure out of pride. The nerve, she thought, the brash nerve he has to prefer that... that woman to me! Then she remembered the attempted kindness Fran had shown her in the powder room at the restaurant along with some of the depraved advice she had offered, and she didn't know whether to forgive her for her coarseness and thank her for trying to be helpful, or to hate her for just being something she, Ellen, possibly should be and just couldn't.
"Stop snivelling and go on out to the car," Bill snorted, trying to regain his mastery over the situation before he lost ground with his wife.
"I'm not snivelling," she sniveled, and tossed her head arrogantly as she picked up her purse and headed for the door.
As she flounced past Bill who stood speechless by the door, he thought to himself, maybe Ralph is right, maybe I've let her get the upper hand on me. I'll have to start retraining her out of it before it's too late, starting this weekend.
All the way to the lodge, Bill and Ellen stayed lost in their own thoughts, scarcely speaking to each other except when necessary. Unknown to each other, they were making similar resolutions. Bill had decided definitely to take Ralph's advice, and to ask for more specific suggestions on how to initiate Ellen to more interesting sexual practices. Ralph seemed to really know what he was talking about. And Ellen, stung by the sharpness with which Bill had treated her, and worried about their apparently faulty marriage, had made up her mind to do her level best to please her husband better. She turned her head away so that he couldn't see her face as she closed her eyes, her hands folded primly on her pressed-together thighs clothed in brown gabardine slacks, and she secretly prayed that he wouldn't insist that she do anything really d... disgusting. She had the merest passing thought that maybe once she'd tried those things that now seemed so awful, perhaps they wouldn't be so bad after all, but she wasn't able to really believe it and brushed the thought aside, along with the totally unexpected notion going through her mind that though she knew how thoroughly coarse and repugnant the boisterous Ralph was, with his low-class manner and his good-time-Joe personality, there was still something attractive about him, in an animal sort of way, it was true, but nevertheless... She tried to stop thinking altogether, afraid of what else might pop up unbidden from her conscious mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I said it's quite a blast!" Ralph shouted into Bill's ear over the dinning racket of the drunken merrymakers in the packed Grande Lodge.
"And I said 'You're not kidding!'" Bill yelled back.
The four of them sat crammed up together at one end of an oak table at least twenty feet long and seven feet wide, covered with mugs of keg-beer, all sizes and shapes of glasses with as many different kinds of drinks as there were faces around the crowded table. Nine or ten other tables of the same size were equally filled around the room, and a dozen or so men and women swayed together in front of a man-high fireplace containing two simmering wet logs, singing different songs at the same time, heedless of the noise they made in competition with the band racketing out a series of polkas while five or six badly coordinated couples jerked aimlessly around the centralized dance floor.
They had all been drinking solidly since the open-air barbecue held at the edge of the lake at dusk, and a look at his watch told Bill it was now after midnight, and nobody else showed any signs of slowing down. He didn't know if he could hold any more, though he had tried to take it easy, not being accustomed to heavy drinking. Ralph had noticed his glance to see what time it was getting to be and he leaned over conspiratorially.
"What say we go back to the cabin for a quick night-cap and call it a day?" he shouted into Bill's ear, and he leaned back to wink suggestively at his companion, inclining his head to indicate their women, who also seemed to be either tired out now from the dancing they had done earlier in the evening or suffering from a bit too much to drink.
"Good idea!" Bill answered, and he followed Ralph's gesture of finishing off what was in his glass in one long gulp. Immediately he was sorry when his head started reeling and he had unusual difficulty in pulling himself to an upright position. He took Ellen's arms and lifted her up, hoping it didn't look too much like it actually was, that he was using her to balance himself as they wormed their way through his raucous fellow employees toward the side door.
By the time they reached the cabin, he felt a little better, but he had caught a few reproving glances from Ellen and it had made him a little edgy with her. He had to foolishly struggle with the key for what seemed a long time before he finally got the door open as Ralph and Fran laughed uproariously at him and kept punching Ellen in the ribs when she didn't join in.
"What'sa matter, Elly, baby?" Ralph asked her when they were inside, "didn't you get enough booze? Well fix that up in a hurry, won't we, Billy-boy? Where's the goddamn bottles?" he asked as his eyes searched the dresser and desk in the corner. "Jesus, the man didn't even bring one eensie-teensie bottle. Fran, baby, just run into our room and get some of ours. Can't leave our friends high and dry," he laughed as Fran hopped up and went through the door leading to the hallway between their rooms.
"See how she jumps when I give an order?" he snorted at her retreating back. Fran heard him and stopped at the doorway, lifting her short skirt till it revealed part of her lacey black panties bulging with the firmly rounded flesh of her buttocks, and she made a lewd little sound with her lips that brought blushes to Ellen's cheeks, and then she went on.
"Just trying to show off your new underpants!" Ralph shouted after her before he turned to Bill and socked him playfully in the arm as he chuckled to himself. "Quite a woman, huh, Billy-boy? Quite a woman."
Bill nodded in agreement and avoided looking at Ellen's blue eyes which he knew were looking daggers at him. Suddenly he was determined to ignore her superior attitude and act however he felt like acting.
"You're not just whistling Dixie, Ralph. She's what we used to call a choice piece of tail, all right." He congratulated himself for getting a tone of voice close to Ralph's own harshness, and Ellen's shocked gasp gave him a little thrill on the back of his neck. You ain't seen nothing yet, honey, he thought to himself, feeling bolder by the second.
Just then Fran stumbled back from the other room, her arms laden with bottles and glasses. She had taken off her shoes and stockings while she was gone and Bill was amazed at the difference it made in the way she walked. Now her pelvis stuck out enticingly as she moved, her voluptuously curved hips digging suggestively with every step, making her buttocks squirm languidly under her dress.
"Did you hear the compliment Bill paid you?" Ralph asked as he unloaded her arms. "He said you were a choice piece of tail, how's it feel to hear that, baby?"
Fran turned to Bill, smiling provocatively at him. "Why BUI, thank you, sweetie. I haven't heard that in a long time." Before he saw what she was doing, she had moved over to him, pressed her lips hard over his and was sliding her wetly moistened tongue in and out of his mouth, her firmly pointed breasts digging into her chest. Finally she released him and looked closely at his face. "My, we've got a lot to learn about kissin', haven't we?" she almost whispered. "I hope you don't mind, honey," she apologized to Ellen. "I just think your husband's too much for words, that's all." Then she caught the coldness in Ellen's eyes and stepped away from BUI, pretending to look around for a drink.
"Where's the lousy bartender?" she demanded.
"One quadruple gin and nothing coming up," Ralph told her as he poured the clear gurgling liquid into a glass. "What about you, Elly?" he asked, running his eyes up over her body from the floor, noticing her long, well shaped legs and narrow waist, her full blown young breasts above the billowing out the front of her blouse until finally he met her frightened blue eyes.
"No... nothing for me, thank you," she answered in a quavering voice. "I... I've had too much already."
"Nobody ever has too much good liquor, honey," Ralph rasped, and he poured a lot of gin and a little orange juice from another bottle into a glass, spilling some of it on the floor, and thrust it at her until she felt forced to take it.
He poured straight scotch for himself and Bill, and when he was finished, he lifted his glass. "Here's to the three best things in life: sex, money, and booze. In that order." And he raised the drink to his lips, noting that Ellen wasn't having any of hers and lowering the drink again.
"What's the matter, Elly? You don't like sex, money, or booze? How about money, booze, and sex?" His eyes bored into hers like hot coals as she squirmed under his gaze.
"Oh, all right," she huffed, and lifted the glass, sipping delicately at the yellowish liquid.
"Come on, come on!" Ralph said, "take a drink, for God's sake!" He stared hard at her until she thought he might actually step over to her and hold her while he poured it down her gullet.
I wish he would leave me alone and go away, she thought, wondering how Bill could possibly let her be humiliated so badly right in front of him, her own husband. Then holding the glass in both hands she put it to her full, trembling lips and drank deeply, struggling to keep from choking and coughing as the lukewarm liquid went down her throat.
"That'saway!" Ralph grinned as she drank, and he winked meaningfully at Bill over the rim of his glass as he slugged half of the scotch down, Bill following suit and starting to like the way he was beginning to feel. He was very grateful to Ralph for showing him how to deal with Ellen's downright stubborn nature.
They talked and laughed and Ralph told dirty stories for over an hour, the drinks coming one after the other, Bill now taunting Ellen to keep up with them in their drinking until he could see that even she was starting to get a little tight. Then Ralph stood up from his seat on the edge of the bed and looked at Fran.
"Well, sweets, it's about time for beddy-bye, don't you think?" he winked at her slowly, his voice a little hoarse. "If you say so, Big Daddy. But I hope you don't mean you're sleepy, because if you do, it's just tough," Fran answered sultrily, standing up and putting her tight red sweater down as she lifted her rounded breasts under the tautly stretched material.
"Hell, you know me better than that," Ralph answered gruffly as he looked alternately at Bill and Ellen to see if they got the meaning of their banter. "But let's get out of here and let Billy Boy and Elly get in bed. I don't know about them, but I feel like a little game of 'hide-the-weeney' with you, baby." He lifted an eyebrow at the glassy-eyed Ellen, throwing her a kiss with his thick lips puckered vulgarly.
"Don't you worry about us," Ellen answered him in what she hoped was a haughty tone, feeling bolder and more defensive now that she had drunk several screwdrivers, so many that she had not been able to keep count. She was afraid to move, lest she and the others discover just how drunk she was.
"Thass right, Ralph, ol' buddy. You take care of yours, and I'll take care of mine, don't you worry," Bill slurred, grinning lopsidedly as he spoke in a close approximation of the crass tone he was trying to copy from Fran and Ralph.
"That's the kind of talk I love to hear, buddy-boy. Well, see you bright and early tomorrow for fishing," Ralph summarized, grasping Fran needlessly by the elbow, his fingers digging in until her face twisted into a grimace.
"Brigh' an' early," repeated BUI as they left by the hallway door. He stood swaying slightly looking at the door for a few moments as if he had forgotten to say something and was trying to remember what it was, then he turned to the suddenly downcast Ellen.
"What'samatter, hon'? You feel sick or somethin'?" he wondered whether she was going to try to get out of doing anything before going to sleep. Well, he thought defiantly, she's got another think coming. We're going to screw, and she'd better come through with something a little interesting for once!
"No, I feel fine. I... " she started, suddenly jumping up and running through the small hallway and locking herself in the bathroom. She felt as though she might throw up or something, but as she looked at her pale oval face in the mirror over the sink, she regained control of her heaving insides and waited for her reflection to stop spinning on the glass, her head gradually stopping its noisy roaring while her pink-nailed hands gripped the cold porcelain of the basin.
Bill spoke to her softly through the door until he gave up when he got no answer, and, afraid to go on for fear of disturbing Fran and Ralph, turned to go to his room and fell fully dressed onto the bed, his muscular body completely relaxed as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his limp penis occasionally stirring in his pants as he thought about the things Fran would be doing in the other room with Ralph.
As Ellen fought down her rising nausea, she, little by little, was able to pay attention to her surroundings. She washed her face slowly, in the process removing most of the light makeup from her face. Then, while she was patting the skin of her neck dry, she heard strange noises and stopped to listen, pressing the pink towel in both hands between the mounds of her high, full breasts to still the beating of her heart. It was coming from Fran and Ralph's room next door, and she realized that the bathroom wall must be very thin, for she could hear their hoarse voices occasionally as they spoke to each other. But there were other sounds she could not place. Feeling a little like a nosey eavesdropper, but unable to resist her curiosity, she put her head against the wall to hear better.
Her first thought was that someone was noisily licking and eating a popsicle, but immediately her mind realized the truth of the matter and she involuntarily recoiled from the thought, still keeping her ear to the wall. There was no doubt about it. Someone was sucking loudly, slurping rhythmically.
She thought of what Bill had tried do to her so many times, but she had always refused to let him. She just knew that that was w! Ralph was like. She pictured his big face down between Fran's thighs and wondered at first how she could permit it, then she wondered how it felt to Fran. Then suddenly, she heard Ralph's voice, the words clear now that she had her ear close to the wall.
"Suck it harder, pussy-baby, suck it dry," she heard him moan in ecstasy. He wasn't licking Fran at all, she was putting her mouth around Ralph's penis! Ellen covered her own mouth with her hand instinctively, letting the lewd picture of Fran's widely ovaled mouth locked around his heavily glistening cock sink all the way in. She could hardly believe it, she had never let Bill even come close to forcing that on her. Then she heard Fran's unmistakable voice mumbling as though her mouth were full, which Ellen now knew for certain was true. "You too, lover, lick it good, and just keep on licking it. Don't stop." Ellen's mind reeled as she tried to get it straight in her mind. They must be sucking each other at the same time! Suddenly she remembered the snickered number sixty-nine and she knew what it meant for the first time.
Now she knew that they were just as depraved and shameless as she had thought from the first time she had met them. Shocked as she was, she couldn't pull her head away from the wall, her eyes wide open as she understood the reason for the softly moaning and sucking noises. She became slowly aware of a slight tingling sensation spreading through her tautly fleshed thighs from the suddenly moistening cleft of her vagina, and she was mortified by her uncontrollable bodily reaction to the obscene sounds she was hearing. Then the sounds increased in volume and speed and the groaning was louder, the springs of the bed where they must have been lying upside down next to each other, their heads between each other's naked thighs, making lewd bouncing and squeaking noises. It sounded like they were rushing headlong together toward cumming, and the thought send a sudden flood of heated juices from the inner walls of Ellen's now strangely pulsing vagina, dampening the narrow white crotchband of nylon covering the pink little cuntal lips down between her tightly clenched thighs. Then, the forbidden, obscene thought passed through her jarred mind that. Oh God, Ralph was going to shoot his white sperm into Fran's hotly sucking mouth, spurting the warm, sticky fluid deep into her throat. It can't be! she shouted inside her head. Not even Ralph Collier could be that obscene and dirty.
Just then Ralph's hoarse voice moaned loudly the words, unavoidably driving their meaning into her brain. "Ohhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmming. Ohhh. Suck it, baby. I'm cummmmmmming!" His words turned into grunts and the noises into hungry juicy sucking sounds as Fran welcomed his gushing hot semen into her mouth, and Ralph, judging from the muffled, moist noises distorting his words, buried his head once more in the wetly flowing slit up between Fran's legs. Ellen thought that Fran would be making gagging protesting sounds as the warm heated waves of cream-like cum splashed continuously into her mouth, but instead, she was moaning and sucking voraciously, obviously enjoying it, and Ellen's horrified body reacted by unexpectedly coming alive in every jangling nerve as she heard Fran's sudden increase in evident pleasure as she too began groaning interminably around the still-pumping cock fucking slickly up into her open mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! Ummmmmm! I'm cummmmming! I'm cummmmmmming!" she, too, gurgled and mumbled ecstatically as she continued sucking his rigid, endlessly spurting penis.
Her body shaking in spite of her efforts to control herself, Ellen leaned weakly against the wall, hearing the gradual dying away of the lewd noises, followed by crooning, grateful inflections as Ralph's surely by now deflating cock slipped stickily out of Fran's sperm-flooded mouth and he took his lips away from her inflamed vagina with a lewd wet kiss that sent chills into Ellen's own excitedly reacting vaginal opening. She found herself gasping as if she had been the woman writhing in the throes of orgasm in the next room, and as she finally managed to pull herself away from the other couple's wall, realizing all at once that Bill was whispering again anxiously through the locked door of the bathroom, his hoarse voice worried and at the same time impatient.
"Ellen! Answer me!" he hissed, turning the handle back and forth.
She glanced at her flushed face and wildly excited blue eyes once in the mirror and moved to the open door, dropping the towel on the edge of the bathtub. "It's all right, darling," she huskily told him as his frantic glance looked questioningly at her, and she pushed him gently back to their own room, noiselessly shutting their door when they had gone through it.
"You had me worried, honey," Bill rasped, forgetting for a moment that he was going to be masterful tonight. "What took you so long?" He watched in amazement as she sat on the edge of the bed and began quickly undressing, slipping her sweater carelessly up over the bursting white brassiere and disheveling her long blonde hair. "Nothing. Just washing up," she purred in a voice that meant she really wanted him as she cocked one curved eyebrow in his direction and pouted her full pink lips provocatively. He watched her undo the zipper of her tight, form-fitting slacks and slip them slowly over the rounded smoothness of her curving hips, raising herself to slide the material under her buttocks still sheathed in flimsy white nylon panties. And then she stripped them on down over the creamy white fullness of her long thighs, finally kicking the slacks negligently away from her thin ankles and rolling onto her back on the bed, her knees bent as her legs hung loosely off the edge of the mattress. He felt his awakening cock throb as it jerked impatiently in his shorts, and he began recklessly removing his own clothes, staring hungry-eyed at the inviting pose his voluptuous young wife made as she lay open-thighed on the bed, her head resting on the swirl of blonde hair spreading under her, the twin nylon-encased mounds of her firm, ripe breasts pointing up toward the ceiling. His eyes followed the arched whiteness of her belly down to the seductive bloom of her curvaceous hips and finally zeroed in on the indented little split her nylon covered pussy made in the crotchband of her panties. He could tell that it was moist already and had wet her panties, and that incited his swelling cock even more as he stretched the elastic waistband of his shorts out away from the quivering rod and pushed them down over the muscular length of his aching thighs. The exposed thick shaft of his huge cock stood out at an angle from the wiry bush of black hair at its base, jerking up spasmodically as he felt his lust-incited balls swell with semen down under the purple veined penis already glistening at its bloated tip. Tiny pearls of clear fluid seeped lewdly up out of the palpitating shaft of its single eye.
Ellen's heavy-lidded eyes watched under her long, nearly-closed lashes as Bill tore off his clothes and finally unveiled the pillar of his hardness to her gaze, her creamily fleshed young body shuddering as she noticed again how impossibly huge his swollen cock was, and she feared irrationally that it would tear her apart when it lanced up through the inner flesh of her vagina as if it were the first time all over again.
She looked at the soft, wrinkled folds of skin enclosing his heavy balls hanging tensely beneath his upright, still-growing penis as she heard a low growl come from deep in his chest, his balls tightening in their bloated cum-sac and cowered in fright at his greedy eyes staring lustfully at her panties where they covered her tiny mound of blonde pubic hair. His face had become suddenly cruel and unfamiliar, his usually full, sensual lips stretched back over his teeth like a snarling animal's.
When he had feasted his eyes fully on the appetizing young body of his wife, Bill dropped to his knees all at once, bringing his face even closer to the object of his rapt, gleaming eyes, as he placed his sweating palms on the smooth roundness of her inner thighs to press her legs still farther apart, watching the silken little curls of pubic hair escape one by one from under both sides of the elastic legbands of her panties. He slipped his hands slowly up the twin columns of her thighs and brushed his extended forefingers lightly over the fine silky hairs, enjoying the waves of goose flesh this caused to ripple over her pale white skin as he smelled the heady, perfume-like aroma rising up to his flaring nostrils.
Ellen lay immobilized by the opposing emotions of lust and shame as she felt her puritanical qualms irrevocably giving in to the almost obscene obeisance her husband paid her lewdly spread-eagled loins. She was already irretrievably lost to the ever-rising sensations of nearly mind-crazing pleasure his breath and fingers gave her body and was still wildly aroused by the lewd sounds of the other couple she had heard when she was in the bathroom. She felt his hands slide up over her gently undulating hips to hook his fingers under the clinging waistband of her panties, and he pulled them down over the thinly tangled triangle of blonde pubic hair which birred in uncurling patches as it was freed from the binding nylon cloth. Then he was unfurling the panties, rolling them rapidly down her long, tapering things toward her ankles, which she pulled together to permit him to remove the garment completely, throwing them carelessly behind him now that his view of her pink, fully exposed cuntal lips was completely unobstructed. He smiled and let his eager eyes run up and down the moistened slit couched in between the sparse blonde hair fringing its sides.
Without warning she felt the tips of his thumbs touching the sensitive puffs of skin at the edges of her throbbing vagina and gently pull them aside to reveal the soft red inner lips to his eyes, sending maddening patterns of indecently delicious sensation through her trembling loins. He seemed hypnotized for a moment by the lascivious sight of her lewdly spread cuntal lips as he hovered down there over her, and suddenly he rose up toward her, still holding her narrow-lipped pussy open, as he dropped his hot, full lips onto her naked belly, burrowing his wet tongue in the circle of her navel, bringing small mewls and moans of pleasure from her open mouth. He moved lower, rubbing at her smooth, creamy skin with his sharp teeth, until she felt the slithering tongue extend itself once more and trail among the pubic hair as he descended to flick its rough, moist tip over the rising bud of her clitoris.
Defensively, as her conscious mind became aware of what he was doing down there between her helplessly splayed thighs, she attempted to close them to his depraved attack, but by then it was too late and she merely pressed her naked inner thighs tightly against his ears, her helplessly quivering tendons jerking against the side of his face as he suddenly dropped his tongue, thrusting it deep into the searing-hot flesh of her pussy.
"Ohhhh! Nooo!" she groaned in dismay, knowing now that she had permitted him to do this lewd act willingly because she had felt herself become so much aroused by the obscene wet licking and sucking sounds she had heard in the bathroom, at the same time pretending to herself that she was surprised and offended even though her whole body was reacting passionately to his attentions. She jerked and wriggled from the sudden wet contact and reaching down tangled her fingers in his black hair, pulling his face harder into her loins. His burning tongue was circling around maddeningly inside her, the tip flicking against the wet sensitive walls of her cunt like a lunging serpent.
She squeezed her aching thighs still tighter around his bobbing head as she felt her last resources of moral strength leave abruptly as a bird taking flight, and she locked her ankles behind his back as if to spur him on, riding his laving mouth with her open cunt like a saddle on a racing thorough-bred.
"Ohhhh!" A long groan escaped from her throat. "Do it more, darling! It's soooo good! Do it more!" She chanted the words out without thinking, unaware that he could only feel the vibrations of her groaning sounds of pleasure with his ears clamped between her thighs. Then she jack-knifed her legs back all the way up against her still-brassiered breasts to open her hungrily accepting cunt more to him, her heels resting on the back of his neck. He pulled the upturned crevice of her naked buttocks wide apart with his hands, stretching it cruelly as he felt her begging for more, and dropping his lashing tongue to the tight little puckered anus, thrust the tip hard against the tiny resisting opening until he felt it begin to give slightly and the tip enter a fraction of an inch. She nearly shrieked in joy and forbidden ecstasy now as he teased into the tightness of her rectum, his hearing returned to him as she splayed her legs farther and farther apart to admit his face more openly up between her thighs.
"Billllll! Ohhhh? Oh God, oh God! Billlll!" she undulated vociferously as the searing hot tongue teased mercilessly at her tender pink anal mouth.
He moistened the tip of his extended middle finger in the flowing juices of her cunt and pressed it to the lower hole between her widespread asscheeks, sliding his mouth back up to her clitoris, nibbling against it as he thrust forward with his finger sinking in to the first knuckle inside her tightly clinging anus.
"Uuuuuuugh!" she grunted in mortified pain.
Unheeding, he thrust his finger in deeper to the second, thicker knuckle.
"Uuuuuugh! Darling, it hurts! It hurts!" she complained as she thrashed wildly about on the bed, unable to escape his ass-piercing digit.
Bill held his finger still where it was and shoved his tongue deep up her open pussy again until she became used to the invading presence in her anus.
Ellen lay still, holding her breathing to a bare minimum with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tightly over her teeth. Then after what seemed to be an eternity, she began to breathe again. Bill began to lick and suck earnestly now, rotating his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each further thrust until the pain in her rear opening mixed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her melting hot pussy and she began voluntarily jerking her whitely rounded buttocks back up onto his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the endlessly lashing tongue. He slid his free hand up under the velvety skin of her upraised buttocks and pressed them tight against his lower face, locking her to him in a wet warm joint of tongue and pussy. The soft curly pubic hair grazed tantalizingly against the skin of his cheeks.
Strangely new to her, a masochistic wildness had possessed her young body as she lay helplessly impaled between his tongue and forefinger, grinding her curving buttocks in wantonly abandoned frenzy hard up against the dual probing into her hot steaming loins. Nothing mattered to her now but the sweet agony of the lovely swirling sensations cy cloning over every inch of her nakedly bare flesh and even under the restraining nylon of her brassiere as her straining nipples swelled up and were titillated against the thin cloth. There was nothing else existing in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his lust-crazed impalement, all the lewd obscenities known to her tormented and anguished mind flooding drunkenly over her tongue. She suddenly realized dimly that she had lost her control because of the unusual amount of alcohol she had consumed and excusing herself the wantonness with which she was responding to Bill's lewd assault on her naked body.
"Oh God, Bill! Suck me! lick me! Ram your finger in me harder! Harder! Ohhhhh! Yesss! Agggh!"
Bill slavered in demonic fury on the heaving, juicy pussy, hearing her passionate pleading cries, sensing she was approaching a climax. By God, he thought in the blazing white lust exploding in his mind, Ralph was right, she would come to life and be a hot little bitch if he worked at it right, his rigidly stiffening rod jerking like an eager race-horse bucking at the starting gate as the thought ran through his mind. He could think of nothing better than firing up the flames of passion of a tender young beauty like his wife and being consumed with her in the heat of her approaching orgasm. He had suffered through waiting for her complete abandonment to his masculine lust since the first day he had met her, and now she was finally giving in all the way to her animal self. He flicked his tongue faster and faster inside the moving target of her wetly clenching pussy, letting his upper lip slip suckingly back and forth over her fully erect clitoris and answered her begging pleas by worming his middle finger more and more rapidly into the still tight but ever expanding hole of her anus, his knuckles brutally striking like blows of a fist against the resilient, white globes of her flailing buttocks every time he speared into her.
Ellen's body worked harder under him, her firmly fleshed thighs spasmodically opening and closing over the sides of his head, their warm softness pressing tightly against his ringing ears when she jerked involuntarily from a sudden deep thrust of his slashing tongue into her cunt.
Then her belly began to rise and fall more quickly, her head wildly thrashing out of control from side to side on the bed, her long blonde hair lashing back and forth like a cat-o-nine-tails.
Bill stretched his tongue until he felt it was coming out by the roots, thrusting still deeper into her hotly clasping young pussy, making her thighs tighten and soften on the sides of his head in rhythm with his crazing tongue. He knew she was just on the brink of cumming... not quite up to it... but almost, hanging quiveringly on the verge of an impassioned climax. She was heaving her white covered breasts dancingly on her chest, her fingers twisting insanely in his wavy hair. Then her head stopped flailing as she tensed, arching her back and neck, her straining tendons stretched in her neck like steel cords and her face contorted out of shape, a low guttural scream starting deep in her throat, choked off at its peak by a long moaning gasp.
"Aaaaaagh!" she wailed, and then again, "Aggggggh!"
Ellen felt as though all the fluids of her insides were flooding up out of her in a roaring gush as her orgasm spread up from deep in her belly and rushed wetly over his hotly fucking tongue, bubbling out of his hungrily covering mouth and onto his face. She could feel the warm orgiastic liquids running wetly down through the crevice of her rhythmically jerking buttocks, around the middle finger sunk deep in her anus, and on down to the bedspread below.
The gave one last shuddering gasp and collapsed down into the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy lead weights on each side of his body, unable to move. Her cataclysmic cumming had extinguished the exploding world inside her head, taking with it almost all the signs of life from her as she lay immobile, her pale limbs splayed out uselessly to the sides of her all but destroyed body. Now Bill lay still also with his head pillowed in the wet softness of her blonde pubic hair matted with her own cum fluids down between her legs. They were panting out their exhaustion together for a long time, and then Bill pulled out his finger, still imbedded in her tightly quivering anus, until it came out with a soft, wet hissing noise, and lifted himself crawling up over her to press his open mouth hard against hers. She could taste and feel the hot moist proof of the intensity of her orgasm on his lips and cheeks and shoved her tongue deep in his mouth in an uninhibited gesture of gratitude for the indescribably moving trip he had just given her. She was almost completely sober now, and though her mind felt the minute clawing of self-deprecation clamoring at the back of her head, she was still throbbing with the infinite pleasure he had just afforded her young body and she paid it no attention.
"After you rest for a moment, honey," he whispered gently into her ear, "then I want to fuck you."
She nodded her head in lazily agreement, his mouth once again locked tightly to hers. She knew deep inside that she should now feel debased and humiliated, doubly so for having gotten excited by overhearing Fran and Ralph as they were sucking each other, but now her reservations seemed like such smallness compared to the wild, delicious response she had received from him and compared to the great, almost overwhelming feeling of love and thankfulness she felt for him. She had begun doing it in a kind of drunken arousal, but Bill had shown her how much one person could give to another sexually, and she would never be able to forget it, she thought to herself.
Then, suddenly, through the muffling doors and short hallway between their room and Ralph and Fran's, they both heard a series of howls and groans of unmistakable sexuality, and Ellen felt Bill's rigid, rock-hard shaft jerking down between their bellies as he was sympathetically aroused by the sounds of ecstasy, and he began grinding its stiff thickness against the soft white skin of her stomach, eagerly beginning the motions of intercourse. She whispered hoarsely into his ear, 'Take off my bra, Darling. I want you to make love to me now." She arched her back so his hands could slide underneath her to unclasp the tight elastic band, and his fingers nervously fumbled with the hooks, finally undoing them as he felt her firmly ripe breasts freed under the restraining cups. She helped him remove the now useless brassiere by shrugging her shoulders and lifting her arms up over her head for him to slip the garment over them and toss it away onto the pillows at the head of the bed.
Then, as another round of gasping, sibilant noises came to them through the separating doors, Bill's cock rising perceptibly as it jerked like a. riding crop between their already rhythmically rocking bodies. Ellen groaned softly and wedged her warm hands into the pressed-together flesh of their hungrily grinding loins and groped with both of them until she found and circled his rubbing, still-growing cock with her right hand, cupping his cum-bloated balls appreciatively with her left, causing him to jerk wildly against her as she ground her rounded, moon-white buttocks hotly down into the mattress under her.
"Ohhh, Honey! I've got to fuck you," Bill groaned, looking at her beautiful, Lana Turner-like face, her blue eyes half-closed in her rising excitement, her white teeth biting hard into her red lower lip, and he angled up his pelvis, her hands still grasping his cock and huge, egg-shaped balls. She remembered what he had forced her to say to him that night before, and she smiled a secret, knowing smile as she placed the burgeoning head of his pulsing cock at the throbbing, juicy entrance to her aching vagina, forming the words on her tongue, tasting their obscene flavor gladly.
"Yessss!" she hissed up at him. "Fuck me Bill! Fuck me now, darling!" She felt his heavily poised cock inflate even more as she urged him on, and the huge head rammed up at her, slipping painfully between the well-lubricated but narrow cuntal lips, lodging itself up to the tip in the moist, hot inner folds of her pussy. The soft, resilient flesh popped closed over the relentlessly impaling shaft beneath like a tight, rubbery glove fitting itself to the pulsating thickness. Ellen removed her hand from his securely inserted cock and teasingly slid the nails of her fingers through the hair covering his swollen balls, feeling the head inside her jerk spasmodically as she slipped them up around his muscular hips and grasped his masculine buttocks experimentally, digging her pointed nails in to goad him on.
Bill could hold himself back from her unresisting young cunt no longer, and he threw his head back with a bull-elephant's trumpeting sound bursting from his throat as he rammed forward, his huge cock stampeding deep into his compliant young wife, raging and tearing the wet, separating flesh inside her belly, deeper and deeper until his hair-cushioned loins smacked brutally against her pussy hair. His balls slapped like bursting fruits into the narrow split between the whitely trembling mounds of her uplifted ass as she raised herself up in a useless attempt to avoid the murderous, fiery agony of his hard, club-like cock sent reeling through her deeply impaled pussy. He could feel her holding her breath beneath him as she flung her marble-white thighs farther apart on the bed beside him trying to ease the searing pressure of his cock imbedded in her wide-stretched cuntal passage.
God, she's hot, he thought, knowing how long it would normally have taken to sink his huge penis into her this far, and he felt the cuntal juices suddenly flooding-around his cock, lubricating the tightly clenched passage. And then, the smooth inner walls of her pussy started a hungry little sucking movement on his shaft buried up in her, driving him wild, his full, throbbing balls expanding until he thought they would burst flooding semen all over the smooth, soft skin of her buttocks.
A low, muffled groan came from her open lips as she squirmed briefly backward to escape his impaling hugeness, then she sighed heavily, the air fluttering over her trembling tongue, feeling the pain transform into insufferable pleasure inside her deeply filled cunt, and she began a gentle rocking motion again under him, sliding the wet, tightly grasping lips of her pussy in short, clasping strokes along a scant inch of his cock, grinding the tiny, bud-like erection of her clitoris around the excitedly hardened tendons at its base.
Ellen's fingers kneaded his tightly clenched buttocks, her softly bouncing asscheeks ground nakedly into contact his balls, her pink, eraser-like nipples rubbing into the hair on his chest as the creamy white mounds ground alternately up against him. Bill swayed his pelvis from side to side, savoring the unusual enjoyment her lewd movements gave him, gradually following the lead of her rhythm by fucking his long hardened cock salaciously in and out of her wetly clinging pussy, commencing slowly with shallow thrusts, finally stroking deeper and deeper, his blood-engorged head retreating almost all the way out of the widening opening of her vagina to flip tantalizingly over her tiny, erect clitoris on the out-stroke.
"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhh God!" Ellen whimpered, her voice quavering on the words as she felt his monstrous, still-swelling cock fucking all the way in, all the way out of her fluid-gushing cuntal cavern. She had lost all her compunctions about saying what he liked to hear, and in perfect timing with his inwardly driving thrusts, she began chanting lascivious words, accenting the effs and esses with each plunge he made into the depths of her cunt. "FFFFuck me! SSSScrew me! FFFFuck me! SSScrew me!" She soon found herself secretly enjoying the feeling of the whorish words, making tendrils of tingling sensations flare out from her hotly suctioning pussy into her recently fingered anus, down her inner thighs, and spreading like wildfire on the burning flesh of her bare belly and nakedly bouncing breasts, reaching even the almost bursting pink buds of her painfully hardened nipples. At the same time, she was noticing how strongly the lewd, four-letter words affected Bill as he rose and fell above her, fucking his lust-maddened cock more and more furiously, harder and deeper into her fervently screwing pussy as it nibbled hotly up to meet his pistoning rod and twist and suck its way off of it again, as he pulled out of her again to grit his teeth for the next jab. As she was buffeted beneath him between the up-springing mattress and his thrusting loins, her hair disheveled in long blonde strands flashing about her flailing head, she suddenly realized in her whirling mind that this was exactly the whore-like way Bill had always wanted her to be, and suddenly because of it, she relished the jolting fucking more than she had ever known would be possible. Desiring to spur him to greater and greater heights of pleasure, anxious to please him even more and prove herself to him, and being in any case unable to control any part of her body any longer, Ellen wildly thrashed and bucked under him, delivering a whole spate of the words he loved to hear her say, rapid-fire, like machine-gun bullets striking him one after the other in his groin, each one seemingly filling his balls with more frenzy.
"Fuck! Screw me! Ohhh Fuck! Ram your cock in me! Ohhh! Fuck me, darling, with your great big cock!"
Bill felt the renewed, increasing bumping and grinding of his young wife's body under him, and he raised up his head a little to watch her red, quivering lips spout the lust-inciting obscenities, grinning over her as he saw that she was aroused beyond any of his wildest hopes for the first time. By God, Ralph knows his business, he thought. Just go ahead and force what you want on a woman, and she'll give it back to you with interest. He moved his elbows, resting them on either side of her wildly flailing chest, and gripped both of her wildly bouncing breasts firmly in his palms, tweaking the hard, erect nipples between thumb and forefinger as he dug into the resilient, white flesh with his other fingers. He milked them painfully with his rough hands in rhythm with the long, deep strokes he was making into her cock-milking pussy, eliciting high-pitched squeals up out of her throat in between her wildly pleading choruses of "fuck" and "screw" and all the other words she knew.
Suddenly her eyes began rolling in her head, unseeing and out of focus as she turned her mind inward to the rising storm of the second fury building up in her battered loins, her whole body pitching like a tornado-tossed rag doll under his slaving body. She splayed her legs up over them in a wide-spread vee, her toes pointing at the ceiling and jerking up and down in the air as he pummeled harder and harder into the hot wet passage with his huge, belly-filling cock, bouncing her inches up from the mattress. Like opposite-poled magnets, they pulled apart on the glistening rod of his cock, then jerked their bodies back together again, like two runners colliding at top speed, ever harder and harder their naked bodies smacked together. Then, with a grunt pushed up from somewhere deep inside her cock-skewered belly, she felt drowning floods of hot juice begin throbbing out from the walls of her vagina, streaming out in endless gushes over his heavily whacking balls. It felt as if her very soul had become liquefied and ran out of her exploding pussy, rushing like hot lava over the wide fleshy expanse of her nakedly churning buttocks.
At the same time he felt the great waves of warmth springing out of her ceaselessly pumping pussy around his pistoning cock, Bill felt his balls about to erupt, and he fucked up into her with all his strength, the juicy wet sucking sounds her voraciously lapping cunt made on his slithering cock driving him to more and more ferocity. He was beyond caring that he was splitting her open, punishing her tender loins, until he was cumming too, his boiling semen spurting up into her like water spewing from the head of a huge surfacing whale. The repeated burst of white-hot liquid shooting from the tip-end of his cock squirted like an over pressured fire hose far up into her palpitating vagina, and he ground his pelvis around, digging the huge, bulbous head deeper and deeper, fucking deep into the constricting walls of her pussy without mercy.
"Hot little bitch! Hot bitch! I'm cummmming! Ohhhh, shit! I'm cummmming! Hot Pussssy!" He was steaming and fuming, the artesian well of sperm still gushing into her like piss from a bursting bladder, filling her up, mixing with her own cumming juices deep up inside her open belly. He heard her whimpering now beneath him, her own drawn out orgasm coming to an end, and still he screwed his nearly satiated cock in her pussy as she lay limp and mewling beneath him, only the circular rings of a curl-fringed muscle enclosing his penis still moving and sucking gently in her collapsed body. She looked to him as though she had fallen from a great height down onto the surface of the bed, and remained in the position in which she had landed. Finally his spent cock quivered inside her and began slowly deflating, pulling back toward him through the warm, cum-flooded slipperiness of her vagina, and he pulled his weakened fingers loosely from the stilled white mounds of her breasts and let his full weight fall across her unmoving body, suddenly drained of will and initiative or even concern for the trapped, ravished body of his wife pinned under him on the bed.
Ellen felt the last dim flutterings of her own orgasm disappear in the sundered vault of her inner cunt, fading slowly away like a distant, fading thunder following the black, flashing clouds of a storm moving into the distance, and in her sudden clear-headedness, she felt her ears burning from the things she had said in the peak of her passion and from his, her own husband's!, demeaning verbal treatment. She was aware after it was all over that she had incited his lust so much that he must have had the impulse to hurt her any way he could, no doubt thinking she had been acting like a common slut. Now she felt guilt and sadness as she regretted her loss of control, and she vowed it would never happen again. If he had to hate her, let him hate her for being too little interested in sex, not for being as wanton as a professional whore! she thought, cringing away from the still distinct memory of what had just happened to her.
Bill felt his deflated cock slip all the way out of her shrinking cunt, producing a tiny wet popping sound as her rubbery little cuntal lips closed behind his retreating penis, and he began rousing himself from his exhausted stupor, rolling his body so that he slipped down beside her on the bed, their naked flesh still touching up and down the length of their bodies, his glistening, vagina moistened cock lying listless and useless on the mottled white skin of her rounded upper thigh. There was no way for him to know what she was thinking inside that blonde-haired head, and he moved his lips close to her ear.
"Honey," he whispered huskily, trailing his fingers over her softly, heaving belly as he reached up to gently massage and fondle the ripe fruits of her breasts, "this is the best night of fucking I have ever had in my life. Maybe I had to get a little rough to get it, but it was worth it, wasn't it, baby?"
She couldn't answer, giving instead a little sob as she turned her head away and tried to force his stroking hand from her breast with both hands.
He ignored the gesture, thinking she did not want to admit the pleasure she had gotten for some reason, keeping in mind that Ralph's advice had been to force his desires on her at first, and she would come to enjoy it as much as he did. He went on. 'There's just one more thing I've always wanted," he rasped, his soft cock beginning to jerk to" life just from thinking about it. He failed to notice how her young body stiffened at his words and the upsurge of his virile cock, going on in a low harsh voice. "Remember how many times I tried to... to get you to... to suck my cock, honey?" He found his voice hard to control as he pictured her pretty face leaning over him, her full lips surrounding the thickness of his shaft, and he felt his uplifting cock spring up to its upright readiness. He pulled her resisting hand down to make her feel his rigid manhood standing up for her, pressing her fingers around his shaft and holding them there. "See? It's ready and waiting for you, honey."
Ellen felt his still-sticky cock between her fingers and recoiled inwardly. He wasn't satisfied seeing me lose all my dignity and self-respect before, she thought. He's got to try to make me... make me... I can't do it! I just can't descend that low! She was truly sorry now that she had allowed him to do that to her in the overexcited, almost drunken state, thinking that maybe he felt she ought to be willing to return the favor. Well, she thought, I may have let my guard down once, but I don't have to do it again, no matter what!
"Please, baby," he rasped, not begging, but demanding.
"No." she answered curtly, not looking at him.
Stung by her shortness, only minutes after she had been flinging her pussy on his battering-ram cock, apparently ecstatically enjoying fucking him, his body grew rigid, and he lay stock still for a moment, not letting her hand come free of his aching cock.
"Ellen, baby, it's me, BUI, your husband. We can do anything we want to each other. There's nothing wrong or dirty... " He stopped, fuming with anger inwardly. The same old thing all over again. Well, he thought, I'll just have to rely on good old Ralph's method, and force her into it the first time.
"Listen, honey," he growled. "I'm going to get sucked, and we'd both enjoy it a hell of a lot more if you'd do it willingly."
She caught the threatening undertones in his surly voice, but she was now beyond being frightened. There was no way he could make her, she thought stubbornly, not really understanding why she felt so strongly about doing something her own husband wanted so badly, except that maybe all those horrible cracks she had heard when she was young about despicable people being cocksuckers had fixed it so she... Ellen blushed inwardly for having thought of the word and let her train of thought die away, as she turned to him angrily.
"You listen to me for one minute, Bill Dudley! If you're going to get... get... get what it is you want, then somebody else's going to do it, because I'm not!" She closed her mouth with an air of finality and jerked her head away again. She held the surprised look of hurt on his face in her mind for a long time, not able to keep from thinking that perhaps she was the one being cruel, and not him.
Bill let what she said sink in, at the same time debating inwardly whether to go ahead right now and make her suck him or wait till another time. He'd already had one hell of a fuck tonight, he thought, rationalizing considering putting off the use of Ralph's Rule, as he had started calling it. But he wasn't going to let her think she had suddenly earned the position of pants-wearer in their marriage.
"Suit yourself, then," he said nonchalantly, dropping her hand and rolling away from her on the bed. "I may just take your advice. If you won't suck my cock, there are plenty of women who will. I'll save the fucking for you, though. You're pretty good at that." He moved toward the bathroom to take a shower, leaving her alone to wonder about his remarks on the bed.
She tossed it over in her mind all night, once even coming close to reaching out for his sleeping penis to awaken him by doing what he so desperately and unreasonably wanted her to do, but she could not bring herself to do it. She finally fell asleep and didn't even stir as he got out of bed before dawn to go fishing. He left without even so much as looking in her direction.
CHAPTER SIX
Ralph yanked the twenty-pound-test line once, almost bending the rod double and set the hook, immediately reeling in the line as it sliced the surface of the water in fizzing zig-zag. He landed what must have been at least a twelve pounder with ease, a smug look of satisfaction spreading over his features. He reached for a can of beer in the cooler situated in the bow of the boat, popped the ring off at the same time he was lifting it to his lips, and chug-a-lugged half the cool liquid down his throat, his eyes sweeping the smooth surface of the lake.
"Great day!" he snorted in appreciation to Bill. 'The morning's about shot, though," he said, noting slight ripples churning the water on the dawn side. "What say we call it quits when you lose your bait this time?"
"Suits me," Bill answered. "We got enough fish to feed an army now." He glanced sidelong at the catch Ralph hoisted over the side of the boat. Ninety percent of it was Ralph's, but he wasn't the kind to gloat about it.
Then Bill felt a light tug on his line, and about fifteen feet zipped off the reel before he caught it with his thumb. "It's a big one!" he shouted, and pulled back hard on the rod.
"Give him play! Give him play!" Ralph advised too late. The line went slack, and Bill disconsolately wound in the empty hook.
"You're too nervous, Bill," he chided. "You got to give him a chance to get a good bite on the hook before you try to set it."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm just not with it today," Bill complained as he placed the hook on the cross-bar of the reel and set the lock.
Ralph nodded and took in his friend's unhappy expression at a glance as he wound the cord on the outboard again. "Let's go back and have a little talk," he suggested, and he pulled the rope viciously, starting the motor the first time, nosing toward the channel back to the camp.
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Ralph listened to Bill's story of the night before with his eyes squinted so tight in concentration that they looked like asterisks, and then described in lurid detail what had been going on on the other side of the wall with him and Fran, making Bill's eyes goggle.
"Man, you've really got it made with a lay like that," Bill marvelled.
"I bet I could turn on your snooty little gal the same way if I had a couple of hours," Ralph bragged, watching Bill's face over the mug of coffee he was washing down the sausage and eggs with.
"Not Ellen, you couldn't," Bill jeered. "She's all right when it conies to straight stuff, but she has a real defense system up for anything more interesting. No," he summarized, "I guess I just have to admit, no matter how great the wife is in other ways, she's a little bit of a lemon in sex."
"Don't try to tell me," Ralph exploded in mock anger. "I say there isn't a filly I can't break in, and that includes Ellen!" He glared challengingly at his subordinate over the table.
"Well, hell, Ralph, I... " Bill didn't know what to say. He didn't want to anger him, and he couldn't see how to end the discussion gracefully.
"I'll tell you what," Ralph dared him half-jokingly, in case Bill was offended by what he said. "I'll make you a bet. I'll bet you fifty dollars to five that I'll have her eating-eating out of my hand by this time tomorrow. Deal?" He guffawed over his intended slip about eating, enjoying the startled look on Bill's face.
BUI didn't think even that Ralph would be able to get Ellen alone in the same room with him, let alone force her to get in bed, but he didn't want to say it in so many words. "Fifty dollars? Half a week's pay?" he questioned, stalling for time to think of a way out of embarrassing himself and his boss at the same time.
"That's right, but don't think I'll have to pay, buddy-boy. If I thought I would I wouldn't even make the bet. There's only one thing... "
"What?" Bill asked, clutching at the possible straw to save them all from what could be an awkward time.
"You'd have to look after Fran for me." Bill's slumbering penis throbbed pleasantly inside his pants. "What do you mean look after her?"
"Keep her out of my way for a while tonight, during the square dance. Do a disappearing act if you can work it. That'll give me clear sailing with Elly. But I better warn you," Ralph began slyly, setting his beefy arms on the table, his black eyes shining.
"About what?" Bill inquired, his mind still not accepting the gist of the conversation as serious talk.
"You better watch out for Fran. She's been known to practically rape good-looking young guys like you given the right situation." Ralph said it as though it was a pretty common occurrence and as if the idea didn't really bother him at all, perhaps, thought Bill, because it would be like a trade.
"I can take care of myself, and hot-blooded women too," he countered, the gentle throbbing and tingling in the head of his awakening cock canceling his scruples all at once. Hell, what have I got to lose, he thought. Ellen will never go along with him, and maybe I'll have a little fun with Fran and win fifty dollars to boot.
"Deal?" Ralph asked, sensing Bill's sudden decision.
"Deal!" Bill replied, and they lifted their coffee cups in a toast of agreement, both of them smiling in secret satisfaction at the sure thing they had in store for them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I wonder where Fran and Bill are?" Ellen asked Ralph breathlessly as they do-see-doed around the huge circle of people on the dance flood to the fiddler and caller.
"Gee, I don't know, Elly," Ralph said quizzically, glancing around the dance floor and over the tables in search of the other couple. 'They were right beside us just a minute ago."
"Maybe they went out for some fresh air," Ellen said worriedly, dreading what might be the truth. She hated for Ralph to call her Elly but she knew he would only make fun of her if she said anything to him about it or objected.
"Yeah, that must be it," he said in a confident tone of voice as the caller chimed out a new dance figure. "Want to drop out and look around for them?"
Ellen hesitated a minute and then decided it would be better than getting stuck with Ralph for the rest of the set. "As a matter-of-fact, I think it might be a good idea.! could use a little breathing spell myself." They stepped out of the circle of dancers, which closed behind them as they made for the door, and Ellen glided swiftly over the floor ahead of him, her shiny flaxen pony-tail wagging and bouncing behind her. Ralph smiled silently to himself as he admired her flaring young hips under the wide belt circling her narrow waist and clinching in her long pleated skirt of red and white checked material. Her ankles looked small and delicate below the trailing hem of the skirt, and her feet were tiny in the red ballerina slippers. God, Ralph thought, she looks like a seventeen year old high school girl out on her first date! His loins were already pulsing in anticipation of getting his hands on her nakedly spread young body and he was breathing hoarsely when they left the music and laughter behind the closed door and stepped into the darkness outside.
"I don't see them anywhere," Ellen said, halting at the edge of the porch in hesitation, hearing the heavy breathing of the man behind her as he closed the door and stepped closer to her. She felt his fingers grasp her arm and she involuntarily tried to pull away from him, feeling fear tighten like a fist in her nervously twitching stomach muscles. "Maybe we should go back in and... "
"Maybe they went to the cabin for a little snort," he chuckled crudely into her ear, his breath unnervingly hot on her, and she could feel the heat from his body against her through her sheer cotton clothes. "I just hope... " he started to say, letting his deep voice trail away as though he didn't want to go on, uneasiness creeping into the inflection of his voice as he pretended to be worried. Ellen jerked her head in his direction.
"Hope what?" she asked him nervously, her sweet puzzled face almost touching his as he leaned toward her in the dark, suddenly remembering that she had told Bill to look for another woman to do the obscene act he wanted last night.
"Nothing. Forget it," he growled as if really angry.
"No, go on, I want to know," she urged, feeling her heart beating in her throat at the prospect of hearing the truth. "What were you going to say?"
"It's just that Fran... sometimes... especially when she'd been drinking... has a hankering for other men. A couple of times, she... " He stopped again for effect, making her imagination run away with the idea.
"Bill would never-I mean, Fran's so much older... " She didn't know what to say to his insinuating words, her lips quivering in her confusion.
"I can see you don't know much about Fran, or, for that matter, about men either, Elly. What do you say we go take a look?" He squeezed her upper arm, hurting her a little in his eagerness, and she submitted to appease him and let him lead her off toward their cabin.
He waited a while before speaking again, seeming to be lost in thought, then finally he spoke once more. "Bill's been telling me about the problems you two have been having, Elly. I hope he hasn't been driven to getting funny ideas in his head."
"What do you mean? What's he been telling you?" Ellen blurted out, her voice quavering in outrage at the suggestion that her husband had not only discussed their sexual difficulties with Ralph, but that he might actually consider making advances to Fran, Ralph's wife.
"About, well, about how you two don't see exactly eye-to-eye about sex," Ralph told her bluntly, relishing the way she stiffened under his grip as she heard his words, her eyes wide and incredulous.
"How could he... ? He has no right to talk about such private things with you or anybody else!" She was trembling all over now and found it difficult to put one foot in front of the other as they walked along.
"You mean it isn't true that they're... that Bill doesn't... " Ralph asked, smiling cunningly, knowing that she was playing right into his hands. "Or is it true, and you just don't want him to ask anybody's advice about how to improve your personal sex life?"
She was too shocked to answer, suddenly pulling ahead of him as they silently approached the stoop of the cabin and she tip-toed across the porch. She heard nothing from inside and there seemed to be no light from under the door.
"They're not in there," she said feeling relief flood through her as she turned to start back toward the main lodge once again.
"Come on," Ralph urged, retaining a grip on her arm. "Let's go in. They've probably fallen asleep or something. Let's just take a look inside. At least we can have a short drink. I think we could both use one."
Before she could prevent Ralph from doing it, he had shoved open the unlocked door and pulled her inside the small living room. Their own breathing was suddenly noisy in the silence and blackness of the empty room. She was still searching in her mind to remember where the light switch was when she heard another sound over their own breathing, a sound all too familiar to her ears from the night before when she had overheard Fran and Ralph in their room from her position by the bathroom wall. She froze where she was standing, unable to move, not knowing what to do or where to go to escape from Ralph, who was still firmly grasping her arm, and from the lewd sounds reaching her from one of the bedrooms.
Ralph pretended not to notice the obscene sexual noises coming clearly through the door and he finally released her arm as he moved toward the hallway leading to the bathroom.
"Excuse me while I pee," he teased her, knowing she would be offended by the use of that word and the idea of his saying it to the naive little bitch. His feet made scuffling sounds as he stumbled blindly through the dark hallway toward a sliver of light pouring out from under the door to the connecting bedroom. Suddenly he stopped and he was silent for a moment.
"Jesus Christ!" he whispered hoarsely, pretending to be shocked and surprised. "Elly!" he whispered to her in a coarse voice. "Come in here and look at what they're doing."
At the same time dreading to look but unable to resist the inner impulse that made her move toward the sound of his voice, Ellen felt her way into the tiny hall and to the door leading into Ralph and Fran's room, unconsciously trying to quiet the sound of her heaving breath as she approached the source of the sounds. She bent down to look through the old-fashioned keyhole lighted up from the other side of the door.
"Oh, no!" she moaned softly, her weakening knees knocking together slightly as they came into contact with the rug and she stared hard at the scene through the keyhole. She had a clear open view of the foot of the double bed where Fran, her nakedly firm buttocks in a kneeling straddling position over his loins and-Bill, Ellen's own husband, were lost in ecstasy as they twisted and thrashed their naked genitals together, unashamedly running their hands passionately over each other's bodies. Ellen was momentarily blinded by the huge tears welling up in her eyes and she lacked the inner will to brush away Ralph Collier's rough hands as he pretended to console her, rhythmically stroking her exposed neck and soft creamy white shoulders as she knelt shakily before the keyhole. Before she opened her flooding eyes once more to take another look at the obscenely connected genitals, she pictured the scene she had witnessed unwillingly inside her shocked mind. She had seen Fran's passion-contorted face, turned away from Bill's back toward the door where Ellen was watching', Fran's eyes wide open as she stared ecstatically back at her buttocks over her bare white shoulder, the full red lips of her open mouth parted slightly as she gasped and sighed above the bobbing white mounds of her full breasts. She ground her curvaceous ivory buttocks down onto Bill's heavily impaling cock and lifted them up high again revealing the full, glistening length as it slithered wetly out of her vagina, then disappeared back up into her open cunt again when she let herself grind back down onto the hugely hardened shaft. Bill's hands cupped and pinched Fran's breasts and rhythmically flexing asscheeks as they darted over her naked flesh, now resting on her smoothly lifting and falling hips, now on her firm, flexing flanks, an extended finger occasionally dipping into the curving crease between the cheeks of her buttocks, eliciting louder moans of pleasure and lust from Fran's lips as she straddled him looking back down toward his feet. She was rubbing her hungrily searching fingers up and down the length of his stretched out legs, fishing back under her undulating body to teasingly fondle his balls hanging under his upthrusting penis and this caused his body to arch up from the bouncing bed violently and gasp in agonizing pleasure.
It can't be true! This can't be happening! shouted Ellen inside her mind as she half-reluctantly, half-expectantly peered at them again. Surely that isn't Bill thrashing wildly under Fran's wantonly jerking body, not my husband! But she saw his face straight-on as he lifted to get a better view of the woman so obscenely hunching backwards over his loins, and she was forced in spite of herself to admit that it was Bill, and that his face was contorted in the unmistakable mask of lust she had seen only a few times in their year of marriage.
Suddenly Ellen was aware that Ralph's hands had slipped gradually down from her shoulders and were creeping over the smooth skin of her upper chest toward her barely hidden breasts billowing under the elastic neck of her peasant blouse. She wanted to cry out, but she was afraid that BUI would hear her, and she hadn't yet decided what she could do or say to him after watching his and Ralph's wife's shameless display of obscene sexuality in the other room without his knowledge. Instead, she placed her own hands on the bulging tops of her breasts, feeling them heaving under her blouse as her breath quickened, but Ralph insinuated his thick fingers under hers and she felt him begin kneading and stroking her ripe flesh, straining the strap of her brassiere as he forced his way under the tight, full cups and pinched her rising pink nipples between his extended middle and forefingers.
"No, don't!" she whispered breathlessly in the darkness, her own hands clutching desperately at his through the separating material, feeling a sudden surprising flood of warmth between her tightly pressed-together thighs.
"Shuuusshh," Ralph hissed in a commanding undertone, grasping at her full heaving breasts, ignoring her protesting struggles. He knew that she did not want her husband in the next room to know that she was there with Ralph in the hallway, just outside the door. Ellen could feel Ralph's eagerly-kneading fingers on her breasts as he pressed his groin teasingly against her asscheeks and she knew that he had her trapped physically now. The only way she would be able now to escape his grasping hands would be to struggle with him noisily and she did not want to reveal her hidden presence to her husband. She continued to hold her grip on his invading fingers, hoping that she could keep him from reaching farther down inside her dress as she stared through the keyhole and tried her best to ignore the arousing effects he was having on her struggling young body.
She saw Bill's lower torso in the other room curving upwards off the mattress, his body as taut as a cross-bow, his virile young cock sunk like a hardened pole up into the pink wet fringes of Fran's hotly clinging vagina as she flung her head from side to side in her wild sexual abandonment. She moaned loudly, as if in agony, her lithe, full body bouncing rhythmically up and down as she drove her jutting white buttocks over Bill's humping figure like a stamping machine and Ellen could see the beginning spasms of orgasm spreading over her passion-contorted face as she suddenly started a wild, frenzied cumming.
The words echoed through the room and blasted into Ellen's unbelieving ears. "Fuck me! I'm cumming, BUI! I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhhh, fuck me!" Abruptly Fran dropped her face forward over Bill's and dug both of her hands back between her legs to stroke his sliding cock and his heavy balls wet and soaked now with her hotly flooding vaginal juices.
Ellen saw Fran's body wracked with the throes of her cumming, her breasts drooping to jiggle down against Bill's heaving chest, and she felt an insistent throbbing in her own wetly reacting pussy, feeling guilty at the same time as Ralph's foraging fingers suddenly slid down the open back of her blouse and loosened the binding strap when he unhooked the catch, her breasts swelling out free now inside the uselessly dangling brassiere. Immediately she felt him greedily feeling all around the taut roundness of the firmly bulging mounds, his pelvis pressing into contact with her upper back as he rubbed his obviously hardening cock back and forth across the ridges of her spine, soft groans coming from deep in his chest.
Then, as she watched, Bill raised up from his prone position under Fran's collapsing body and pushed her face forward into a kneeling position, and got up on his knees behind her. He placed his long wide-spread fingers on the smoothly rounded melons of her buttocks, the soft, white flesh springing up between his fingers like rising dough. Then, he edged her crab-like over toward the edge of the bed and finally put his feet on the throw-rug beside the bed, still moving his imbedded cock in short jabs between her open buttock cheeks until he was braced at the side of the bed with his legs spread apart, and then, ramming his cock deep again up into the soft, hair-fringed folds between her thighs, he began long, deep thrusts into her upturned pussy, smacking his loins and balls hanging beneath hard against her smooth upper thighs. Each time he drew back for another massive thrust, she could see almost the full length of his skewering penis before it speared again up into her hungrily clasping cunt.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" Fran was moaning with each pistoning drive into her pussy, her hotly flooding cuntal juices flooding around his plundering cock endlessly, while Bill grunted in his effort to plow as deeply into her hot, moistly clinging furrow as he could.
The clandestine screwing her own husband was giving Fran at the same time offended and aroused Ellen's passion as she permitted Ralph, without struggling, to run his hands around from her swollen breasts over her smooth, round shoulders, lowering her blouse indecently down almost to her narrow waist as he did so, her white, rose-tipped breasts completely exposed in the faint light coming under the door, and, in her shocked immobility, she did not resist as he got on his knees behind her and gently lifted her full skirt up over her silken covered buttocks, bunching the excessive material all the way up around the thinness of her waist, revealing the bursting white panties to his gaze in the dim half-light. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of Ralph's zipper opening behind her and felt his hot, now naked rod of flesh grazing into contact with the nylon-sheathed crevice between her vulnerable buttocks, sending mixed waves of revulsion and nerve-tingling sensations of lust cascading over her young body. Then he was levering his rigidly stiff cock down, rubbing and drying the glistening pearls of semen on the blood-filled tip against the soft nylon crotch band of her panties between her nervously tensed thighs as he proceeded to stroke it back and forth under the moistening white band covering her vaginal opening. The smooth rubbing tip-end teased maddeningly over her rising clitoral bud, making the soft inner flesh of her thighs shiver with a lewdly rising expectation.
"Donnnnn't! Oh God, pleeeeease don't!" she groaned as softly as she could feeling her blood seething into hot, desirous eroticism in her veins.
Ralph felt her luscious, nylon protected asscheeks quiver back against him even as she was protesting and knew if he took his time to let her own uncontrollable emotions get hold of her he would soon be fucking up into her naive young cunt and he felt his painfully hardened rod jerking in anticipation, hearing the fleshy slapping sounds through the door and knowing she was seeing her husband getting a thorough screwing through the keyhole. As he rubbed the top of his rock-hard penis more insistently between her thighs, he grasped her now unprotected breasts, digging his fingers greedily into the billowing flesh and swirling his sharp nails in tiny teasing circles around her sensitively throbbing nipples. He grinned a small triumphant grin as he felt her taut-skinned buttocks begin to sway slightly from side to side as she teased her own clitoris and panty covered cuntal lips back on the hardened ridges of his still-swelling cock, sending signals like electric bites into his cum-bloated balls hanging outside his open fly.
Ellen felt herself compelled to watch the orgiastic scene through the keyhole as she tried to ignore his lewd fondling and stroking of her breasts and buttocks previously untouched by any except her husband, aware in spite of herself of the thickening hardness pressing more and more intensely into panty protected cunt lips. She separated her slowly moistening inner thighs a few inches, knowing she should try to push his trespassing penis away from her now heavily throbbing vaginal opening and feeling the dampness of her drum-tight panties on her fingers as she reached with one hand back under her loins until her palm came into contact with the hotly burning head of his engorged cock. She did not try to pry it down away from her pulsating vagina immediately, so much did the sheer hugeness of it astonish her as she continued groping gingerly along its swollen length exploringly, her fingers unable to completely encircle its girth, until finally she followed the pulsing thick vein along its underside all the amazing distance to where it disappeared at the base inside the fuzzy covering of his mammoth, sperm-inflated testicles. She had never felt another man's penis before, except when she had reluctantly massaged Bill's without paying too much attention to its size, and it seemed to her that it would have been impossible for Ralph to hide such a monstrous organ inside his pants even when it was limber. She walked her fingers back up the hot span of his cock wonderingly, hooking it with her thumb just short of its bulbous head to bend it down away from her narrow, but expanding cuntal slit, accidentally letting it slither out of her grasp and spring up against her moistened panties once again with a wet fleshy sound.
Ralph felt her small inquisitive fingers taking the measure of his almost unbearably stiff cock and groaned again softly into her nearby ear, digging painfully with his fingers into the ripe fruits of her quivering breasts. Curiosity killed the pussy, he thought to himself. Jesus! What a pair of delicious tits she's got, and her goddamned ass is enough to make me shoot my load all over her panties! I've got to fuck her hot little cunt, and fuck it quick before she jerks me off with those little hands of hers!
Ellen felt his hands leave her aching breasts and begin moving again down over her sides and sensed the renewed surge of blood and energy into his gigantic cock as she tried once 'more to pull it out of contact with her rapidly awakening vagina. The loose skin of his shaft slipped back over the bulging head in her grip in a smoothly sliding fashion that made it jerk like a crazed animal in her hand as she decided just to hold it away from her like this, keeping the hardness throbbing in her palm. Her decision made, she turned her attention back to the excitingly mortifying scene of her husband fucking wildly from behind into another woman's slavishly kneeling body. She could hear the bedsprings complaining heavily under Ralph's wife now as she gasped and moaned with her face buried in the mattress, her nakedly rounded buttocks brazenly rocking and swaying from side to side as Bill buried his cock in her with jack-hammer thrusts. She saw now that his penis was also huge in thickness and length and wondered whether it ever got so enlarged when he was fucking her. Probably not, she thought disappointedly, realizing that she had never abandoned herself so completely to him. Then she felt Ralph's sharp-nailed fingers slip under the elastic band of her protective white panties, and froze for a moment, unable to accept that this was actually happening to her, as she saw Bill abruptly start throwing his head from side to side pummeling against Fran's nakedly grinding buttocks and heard his voice cry out in uncontrolled animal frenzy.
"Fuck! Ohhh, fuck back! Fuck it, Fran! What a piece of pussy! Fuck back, fuck back, fuck back!" he chanted, and mumbled from deep in his throat the sounds of intense pleasure more than Ellen had ever heard from him, and she hopelessly felt she might lost his love forever unless she could do the same and drop her defenselessness completely to whatever Ralph wanted to do to her, rationalizing to herself that it no longer mattered that she was behaving like a wanton slut with her own husband not more than a few feet away. She didn't care any more what the crude Ralph Collier might think of her either, focusing now only on what this man's wife was doing for her husband what she did not do.
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With many misgivings, Bill had waltzed Fran right off the floor and out of the door of the main lodge, glancing back once to see if Ellen was watching, but she hadn't been, and then he had been more surprised than he should have been after Ralph's warning, when Fran took him by the hand and led him to her cabin. Before he knew it, she was undressing right in front of him and began pulling at his clothes when she was stark naked and he hadn't moved a muscle he was so dumbfounded, but he had had his hardened cock ready, all right, he thought, and wasted no time getting into the swing of it once he had overcome his surprise.
Now he was ramming his pile-driving cock heavily into her greedily clasping little pussy for all he was worth, his fingers punishing her whitely upturned ass and he could hear her groans of animal lust as she took his cudgeling penis in to the hilt, begging for more. He started jerking her naked cunt back against his battering loins with a force that ought to jar her teeth loose, his sperm-bloated balls whacking heavily into her clitoris, coming back on the retreating out-stroke soaked with her steadily flowing cuntal juices, only to go burrowing full tilt up into her hotly squirming belly again, the resounding thuds of their flesh pounding together echoing in his ears. Jesus Christ, he thought just before his overpowering lust muddled his thinking until his whole being was nothing but a man-sized cock diving and surfacing in her flooding cunt, if only Ellen would let me fuck her like this! Then he became a run-away jack-hammer drilling into her hot, slippery pussy and he threw back his head for even more leverage into her voraciously swallowing vaginal cavern, feeling the subterranean lava boiling over, ready to spurt up into her belly and extinguish the fires raging in his loins.
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Oh God! There's nothing I can do, nothing at all! It's too late to turn back now! Ellen's mind cried out to her screaming conscience, feeling cool air wash over her now-exposed vaginal lips as Ralph, behind her, slowly rolled her white nylon panties down off the succulent flesh of her smoothly rounded young buttocks. Besides, Bill's doing it to that awful woman right in front of me! Oh God, it makes my pussy hot watching him fuck her that way... and... and it's only right that I let her husband do it to me if my husband's doing it to his wife... she rationalized in her passion-swirling mind, and cut off her moral censor all at once, letting the lust-crazing sensations spiralling up through her body from her throbbing pussy take command.
Ralph sensed the sudden end of her resistance and knew for certain now he would be able to fuck her. Reaching down under her tautly stretched buttocks, he lifted them up into a. good position, forcing her at the same time to balance on his knees and lean forward so that she could still watch the obscenely fucking couple through the key hole. He raised her knees one at a time to slip her panties completely off Of her ankles, ignoring her half-hearted protests as she groaned automatically for him to stop, still trying to keep her voice down out of hearing range. Ralph felt with his thumbs for the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt, pulling them apart with a slight wet sucking sound and guiding his stone-hard cock tip into the moist, narrow slit. He could feel her light blonde pubic hair brush tantalizingly against the velvety skin of the head as he got it set in the hot, moistly throbbing center of her cuntal opening and let the lips close back wetly around the heavily pulsating end, nudging it gently half an inch into the narrow little passage.
"Unnnnn! God, Ralph! You can't!" Ellen, her face contorted unrecognizably, whispered back over her shoulder at him, feeling the giant circumference of his penis widen her cunt painfully where he had begun inserting it up into her. He held her immobile by the hips and gave a short, quick lunge, lodging the head firmly up inside the hotly clasping moistness of her pussy. Then, he grinned wider and heaved a lewdly triumphant sigh of satisfaction behind her as she tried in vain to squirm away from the cause of her searing pain and humiliation. But there, was no escape now, she had known in advance that he was going to try and fuck her back there, and she had let him get this far, distracted as she was by the lewd coupling she had been watching, and now she either had to disclose to her own husband that she was there, or to go ahead and take what was coming. Oh God! Maybe it's what I deserve, she thought fleetingly as her widely stretching vagina slowly became accustomed to the bursting fullness of his penis, for not doing all the things Bill has wanted me to do... "Agggggh!" she moaned in forced quiet tones deep in her throat. "It's too big! Don't put it in any farther," she begged in a hushed voice, as he jerked his torturing cock another half inch up inside the tightly strained walls of her vagina.
"It's big all right, honey, but you'll take it all just the same," he growled at her in a voice that sent chills up and down her spine as she realized she was going to be brutally fucked by this man as if in retribution for her reluctance with Bill. Strangely, the thought sent more hot lubricating juices flooding into her cruelly penetrated pussy, loosening even more the constricted tightness around his massively entering shaft. Then, he gave another short jab up into her, sinking almost half of the enormous length of his cock into her flinching pussy.
"Ohhh, God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" she almost shouted at the top of her lungs but restrained herself out of fear of discovery, her one eye at the keyhole widening still more. She squirmed helplessly, feeling the brunt of his attack in her hot searing vagina, her muscles flexing tightly in her pelvis in an attempt to ward off the pain of his entry into her from behind, her vision still hypnotically fixed on the rampant spectacle of her husband accelerating his fucking into Fran as he obviously neared a climax.
"No need to worry, honey," Ralph grinned over her desperately clenched buttocks. "Your hot little pussy is one of the few things that you just can't wear out, and it's adjustable to any size." He jerked his pelvis forward another inch, wedging his long thick cock still further up in her moistly giving cunt, wishing he had flipped on the light in the bathroom so he could see her better.
Kneeling helplessly beneath him, Ellen found his obscene words and the roughness of his voice oddly exciting despite the almost unbearable pain gradually letting up again as she felt her vagina loosening another slight fraction around the already deeply imbedded penis as she reached up and back once more to feel how much of it was not yet in her. She still had room for the whole span of her hand to wrap around the throbbing hardness between his belly and her blonde fringed cuntal lips. Oh God, it's too much! she cried out in her mind. He'll kill me with that thing! Holding it tightly in her grip to prevent further penetration up her tortured but now warmly responding vaginal tunnel, she jacked the loose skin absently back and forth in the small space she had to move her hand, alternately brushing into the wiry coils of hair at the base of his cock and up into her own silky pubic curls. As she did so, her knuckles pressed tightly into her swollen cuntal lips where they pursed around the fleshy member imbedded in her and touched against the quivering mound of her clitoris, sending thrills of charging static chattering along the nerve endings of her young body. Slowly she began rotating her naked buttocks back as she worked in small tiny teasing circles on his fleshy shaft, breathy moans escaping her full, slack lips at the tiny waves of pleasure beginning to roll inside the widening walls of her cunt.
Suddenly from the next room she heard her husband, Bill's, voice breaking up uncontrollably like an adolescent's as he shouted out an endless string of obscenities. "I'm cumming! Fuck me, baby! Back your ass up on it! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmming! I'M CUMMING!" she heard him groaning, his frantically pounding pelvis hammering repeatedly with loud slaps against Fran's lewdly flexing and grinding buttocks, the full moons flattening out against his jerking belly with each blow, her head dropping to scrape back and forth on the bed as she reached back with both hands to milk his surging, sperm-swollen testicles.
"Yes! Fuck me, honey-baby! Fuck my pussy!" Fran was groaning back to him from her saliva-soaked lips as they brushed roughly back and forth on the bedspread beneath her face, feeling him ram his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft resisting cunt. The delicious hot white liquid spurting up into her stomach felt like fluid fire splashing up inside her, the pores of her pussy clasping around the explosion, erupting in answer and again spilling her own white hot cum deep into the already hotly flooding passage.
Bill, behind her, felt the hot walls of her jerking cunt sucking at his throbbing, spurting cock greedily as he fucked mercilessly into her, the mind-bending ejaculation going on and on as he heard her groaning almost incoherently and felt her milking fingers clutch his broiling cum-spurting balls in double handfuls, until his bursting cock gave one final spasmodic jerk as the last drop was sucked up out of the depths of his emptied loins. He collapsed forward on top of her still writhing body, forcing her flat on the mattress, her clenching, unclenching buttocks sapping his cock still buried partly in her heavily gushing pussy and partly in the narrow curving crevice of her ass. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave a last heaving gasp and quivered beneath him to a limp stillness, her legs finally trembling to a stop, his deflated cock trapped in the sweat and cum soaked flesh between her upper thighs.
"Oohhh! Ohhh!" Ellen found herself moaning, caught up in the abandoned orgiastic display, no longer caring that it was her own husband fucking and spurting his load of sperm into another woman's eagerly accepting belly. She was now only aware of the maddening effects on her own reluctantly awakening senses as the spiralling rings of tendon inside her cunt began throbbing and clasping hungrily around the swelling rod of flesh half imbedded up inside her.
The warmth of her sliding fingers around the base of his cock combined with the moist, hot walls of her palpitating pussy was beginning to drive Ralph wild. The yearning ache in his balls was spreading increasingly throughout his loins, and he felt her start a slow fucking motion in his still stiffening shaft with her hotly grasping young pussy, honing it to an ever sharper edge of urgency. Her encircling hand was matching the pushing, pulling strokes like an extension of her cunt, finally forcing his pelvis to fuck slowly back and forth in perfect rhythm with her. Soon she was stretched wide open to the first half of his huge, blood-filled cock already sunk up inside her belly, and he jerked harder and harder into the restraining cushion of her circled fingers, painfully crushing them between his hard muscular belly and the fleshy lips of her vagina as, in spite of her hopeless attempt to hold him off with her hand, he hotly probed deeper and deeper into her wetly pulsating cunt.
"Better move your hot little hand, honey," he growled in the darkness behind her. "I wouldn't want to hurt your dainty little fingers when I ram the rest of my cock up into your sweet little pussy." Then, he pulled his thick, vagina-slickened cock back all the way out of her tightly clenched pussy until only the massive, rubbery head remained lodged just up inside her wetly expanded cuntal lips. Then, gritting his teeth, he lurched suddenly forward again, driving it relentlessly up into her like an iron ramrod rushing through the rifled wet passage as hard as he could until he ruthlessly ground his thrusting loins hard into her blocking fingers. The frustrated tip of his mercilessly skewering cock quivered momentarily only half-way again up inside her still unplumbed cunt like a vibrating tuning fork as she moaned out in helpless agony. Then, he felt the slipping collar of her bruised fingers giving way to his irresistible grinding and pressed still harder to free his eagerly reaching shaft from the last restraint holding back from ripping a channel all the way up to her cervix. Then, as the smashed fingers released their grip and pulled out of the narrow gap separating their hot, struggling loins, he felt his heavily straining cock continue burrowing its way up into the tighter upper reaches of her wetly absorbing cunt, spreading the unprepared inner folds brutally away from it till the rampaging thick head bumped angrily against her womb. His cum-laden balls smacked heavily down below against her curling blonde triangle of pubic hair as he fiercely smashed her firmly rounded buttocks flat with his hard driving stomach.
"Aggggh!" Ellen groaned out loud, unable to bear the searing hot pain in her narrow, painfully stretched pussy. "Don't move! You're ripping me apart!" She was no longer aware that she might be heard in the next room by her husband and Ralph's wife, so agonizing was the cruelly imbedded penis she felt throbbing up inside her ravaged cunt, its full length filling her young pussy completely like a mammoth pole stretching her from the inside with every hard, quick pulse-beat of the blood-swollen cock. She held her breath, vainly trying to ease her pain, at the same time feeling the bursting hot sac covering his massive balls pressing up into her quivering clitoris down between her white, tensely held thighs. She relaxed a little as her wetly expanding cuntal walls accustomed themselves to the almost unbearably huge size of his rhythmically beating shaft, still not daring to take a deep breath for fear of causing herself more pain, panting in shallow gasps instead like a snared animal as she kneeled slavishly on her knees on the floor down in front of him.
"There's still more where that came from," Ralph snarled, digging his sharp-nailed fingers into the smooth, curving flesh of her upturned buttocks to brace her as he jerked his stiffly quivering cock up inside her and strove with his whole muscular body to bury another inch of it deep into her futilely resisting young vagina.
"Ohhhhh, God! Ohhhhh! Don't!" she moaned pitifully from deep in her throat, feeling herself spitted helplessly on his skewering cock. 'Take it out! Take it out!" she wailed, groping with her hands in front of her for something to hold onto in her agony and finding, the cold metal door knob and grabbing it like a drowning person clutching at a straw.
"You want me to take it out? Okay," he mocked, starting a retreating motion and feeling the ragged, moist inner folds suck at the throbbing tip-end of his cock, then sadistically ramming it back up even harder than before into the viciously stretched depths of her inner cunt, a harsh grunting sound coming from his grinning lips.
"AGGGGGH! You're killing me!" Ellen screamed out loud, at the same time involuntarily flinching away from him in self-defense, her hand accidentally twisting the door-handle as her head bumped into the hard wood and knocked the door wide open to flood them with light and expose them to the naked couple on the bed in the other room.
* * *
When Fran had heard the first soft sounds coming through the door, she knew that Ralph was already at work on young Ellen Dudley, and she had tried to cover up the noises to keep Bill from hearing them too. She had begun licking noisily at his deflated cock, telling him she wanted to make it all hard again, and soon he was lost in the delirious pleasure she gave him. But, even thought she knew they were there, she was almost as surprised as Bill when the door flew open and revealed Ellen down on all fours in front of Ralph, her blonde hair in disarray around her pretty, pain-contorted young face. The twin mounds of her firm white breasts were fully exposed in their nakedness, with the useless white brassiere fallen down around her wrists and the pink erect nipples standing out of the brown circles of the aureoles.
Bill heard the door open and jerked his lolling head up from the bed to see his young wife lewdly impaled back on the heavily buried rod his foreman, Ralph Collier, had plunged up into her dog-fashion, her nude creamy-white buttocks pressed back against his fully clothed belly, her own clothes bunched uselessly up over her naked hips.
"Goddamn!" he growled, stunned beyond belief that this could be happening to his innocent young wife, suddenly realizing that she must have secretly been watching him and Fran through the keyhole of the door while Ralph was fucking up into her from behind. His blood began to boil up in anger but quickly changed to crazed lust as he watched her full, slack lips muttering incoherently when Ralph began sliding his huge shining cock in and out of his wife's tightly narrow pussy while she moaned excitingly, her frightened animal eyes glazed as she stared at him as if begging him to forgive her.
"I... never... lose... a... bet, Billy-boy," Ralph grunted with each deepening stroke into Ellen's moistly expanding young pussy, greedily watching the tiny circular motions of her full moon buttocks as she began responding to his long slippery thrusts into her now wide-stretched cunt. Ralph could see her pink, fleshy cuntal lips clinging to his thick, purple-veined cock suckingly with each out-stroke and folding inward around its wet circumference with each in-stroke. Then, he painfully thumbed apart the curving, firmly-fleshed cheeks of her smoothly rotating ass to peer down at the tiny puckering circle of her anus, deliciously thinking how virginal its rubbery closed opening looked as he brushed the tip of his forefinger teasingly over the quivering opening. Grinning still wider, he felt her twitch with her whole lithe body at his touch at the tiny forbidden hole.
Ellen closed her eyes tightly in abject humiliation and terror as her husband, Bill, abruptly rose from the bed and moved toward her, glaring into her tortured face in seeming disgust. Her softly whimpering voice was making low guttural sounds as she felt the long, thick cock drubbing in and out of her hotly moist cunt with slowly deepening thrusts, her smooth-skinned inner thighs quivering with each sundering stroke up into her throbbing wet cunt. She, in spite of her shame, rhythmically ground back against Ralph's smoothly fucking cock now each time it drove maddeningly into her, grinding her roundly curving ass back onto the rough material of his trousers and feeling his cum-bloated balls dangling below tickling the jangling tip of her clitoral mound. She thought it would drive her out of her mind with the body-wracking sensations that rushed over her rippling flesh like tornadoes of feathers, making her anus pucker and her fully rounded breasts juggle nakedly under her, the nipples swelling into hard, berry-like firmness. She felt his finger pass lightly over the tightly compressed opening of her anus, shivers of anguish racing up and down her spine, as he knew he would soon insinuate his thick, hard-nailed finger into the tightly clenching opening, and the thought sent hot raging feelings racing out of control over her body. She bared her burning lips back over her teeth and clawed at the board of the floor beneath her unseeingly in her insane condition of arousal as she was fucked wildly from behind by the puffing and grunting Ralph. Suddenly she felt his finger slide down into her richly flowing cuntal juices to moisten itself and then slip up again over the fleshy ridges between her cunt and defenselessly exposed anal opening to press against the soft rubbery ring of her quivering rectum, forcing the resisting sphincter of her asshole open to his wetly probing fingertip.
"Agggggh!" she moaned loudly in her pain and degradation as she attempted to lean forward away from the double impalement down between her wildly shaking thighs and her openly spread buttock cheeks. But his other hand clamped strongly into the tender flesh of her marble white hip and the relentless intruding forefinger wormed its way slowly up into her narrow anal passage as tightly as a hot, butter-filled thimble jammed down to the first joint. "Ugggggh!" she moaned again, and then, "Ohhhhhh!" louder, her full lipped mouth shaping the sound in a painful rounded oval.
At the same time she uttered her distressful cries, she suddenly felt a warm, velvety firmness lightly touch up against her trembling lips and opened her eyes in fearful surprise to see Bill lying spread-eagled under her writhing pain and pleasure wracked body. His huge, smooth-headed cock was standing rigidly up toward her open mouth, pressing the sensitive tip into contact with her full lower lip. The exuding clear fluid of his semen leaked out of the single distended slit in the end as he grasped it in his fist and arched his back up from the floor in his attempt to worm the huge, bulbous head between her protesting lips. Ellen glanced up once in dismay at his firmly set lips stretched in a tight-lipped grimace, then stared down again at the throbbing, vein-ribbed penis pointed up lance-like toward her face. Her shock bulging eyes roamed helplessly over the swarthy skin of the rigidly erect cock and on down to the swelling roundness of his gigantic, sperm-laden balls.
"Take it, you bitch!" Bill sarcastically ordered. "Suck my cock, you phony little whore, and suck it good!" He tangled his fingers in her disheveled long blonde hair and yanked hard suddenly, bringing he. wide-eyed young face down into him as he sank his eagerly pulsing shaft up into her wetly open mouth.
"Gaaaaah! Unnnnngh!" Ellen groaned around his burgeoning cock that filled her mouth so full she had to slide her tongue flatly down under the uncircumcised foreskin to keep it from being pushed all the way down her own gullet. Oh God, she thought in her passion confused mind, I might have avoided this horrible degrading experience of being ruthlessly fucked from behind in front of my own husband and being forced to suck his cock right before Fran and Ralph's eyes if only I had submitted to his demand to suck him before this. Now, she knew without a doubt that she had no choice but to comply humbly in her defenselessness and dishonor, nightmarishly subjugated beyond her wildest fears, and she abruptly decided to try and retrieve some of her husband's former love by paying slavish homage with her mouth to his lust-hardened penis in her kneeling prostrate position. And suddenly, with a low, desire driven moan, she began licking and sucking his long, thick cock voraciously in the slavish manner she knew he had wanted her to for so long.
Bill sensed her final total submission as she worked diligently over his aching, still-growing cock while he watched her beautiful young face bobbing up and down over his loins, her saliva running in glistening rivulets down his long thick shaft and onto his matted black pubic hair. Her lips pouted out around its thickness lewdly as her cheeks alternately puffed out and became sunken, her oval nostrils flaring wide as she breathed heavily through her nose. Her long, curving eyelashes drooped heavily over her eyes as she stared glassy-eyed at the lengthening fleshy hardness she was orally adoring with her tongue and lips down between his legs. Then he disentangled his fingers from her soft blonde hair and reached down further to grasp the loosely hanging ripeness of her full, firm young breasts, kneading them in his clawing fingers as he felt her hot, saliva-filled mouth laving his cock to ever greater fullness, her lewd, wet slurping sounds sending steamy flashes of lust into his loins and once more filling his balls with hot, white sperm.
"Finally got what you wanted, hey, Billy-boy," Ralph slurred jerkily as he fucked his lance-like cock in ever more rapid strokes up into the deepest regions of her juicily clasping cunt and fucked his twisting finger farther and farther up between the twin white fleshy cheeks of her upturned ass into her now unresisting little anus, avidly watching with lasciviously burning eyes as young Ellen Dudley slurped assiduously over her husband, Bill's, huge, upthrusting cock, her soft blonde hair brushing back and forth over his thigh as she slipped her full lips slavishly up and down the full hardened length. He felt the sudden rising tidal wave of his semen churning around in his heavily laden balls eager to rise up and spew it deep into her belly and fill her with the hot broth of his cum. He mercilessly rammed his finger as far as it would go into her tightly quivering young asshole slamming his knuckles so hard into the resilient white flesh of her buttocks and relentlessly drilled in and out as he uncaringly ignored her moans of protestation. Wildly, he continued to fuck his huge invading cock with jackhammer thrusts into her hotly clinging cunt, feeling the rubbery clenching rectal walls expanding against his finger with each stroke of his fiery rigid rod.
With a keening animal sound escaping her lips, Fran left the bed where she had been watching her young housewife friend pummeled front and back and facing Ellen, lowered herself down into the melee, spreading her knees on the floor on either side of Bill's shoulders and lowering her moistly throbbing pussy down over his face, her redly glowing cuntal lips widely spread as they pushed down onto his heavily panting mouth. Immediately his thick tongue lashed out between his burning lips and buried itself up between the wet, curl-fringed edges of her cuntal opening, flicking down deep into the soft-fleshed succulence of her pussy as his mouth sucked noisily at the excitedly flowing fluids and rubbed over the fully erect mound of her clitoris, bringing deep-chested sighs shuddering up from her throat. She leaned close to Ellen's voraciously sucking face as she reached with both hands to clasp Bill's cum-bloated balls, kneading them, milking them teasingly at the thickly straining base of his cock, and she felt his mouth jerking ecstatically on her downwardly grinding pussy, his tongue darting snake-like up into her lasciviously squirming cunt, causing gooseflesh to run rampant up and down her inner thighs. Fran felt the tendrils of her electric nerve endings begin charging her whole body into lightning bolt intensity as his deeply probing tongue brought her quickly toward another orgasm, and she milked his balls fervently in a wild, uncontrolled frenzy of anticipation.
Bill, with his tongue, felt the flooding begin up inside Fran's crazily twisting cuntal slit where he lashed up into her with serpentine thrusts, tasting the mingled flavor of her juices and his own previously expended cum as the perfumed fluids trickled warmly down over his cheeks and he knew she was about to cum over his wetly sucking mouth. The bouncing rounded moons of her wildly grinding asscheeks were widely spread over his face and he could see the tiny roseate anus nestled in the narrow crevice above twitching before his eyes as it puckered and dilated rhythmically as she violently rode toward her crashing orgasm. He then removed his right hand from his own wife's smoothly dancing left breast and continued massaging both of them alternately with his left hand as he slid his right one around over the luscious globes of Fran's buttocks and wet his extended middle finger in his own saliva and her cuntal juices before suddenly worming it up into her rubbery-ringed asshole with a soft moist popping sound, making her wriggle back down onto the piercing finger unashamedly as she groaned out uncontrollable abandoned cries of bone-melting pleasure.
"Oooooh, baby, this little pussy's hot and slippery inside!" Ralph Collier moaned to his wife's lust-contorted face in a sing-song voice as his head swayed frantically from side to side, still energetically fucking his nearly bursting cock into Ellen's wildly thrashing young body. Her juicily gushing pussy back-spiraled down onto his steadily pistoning rod with smoothly slippery ease now and clasped it greedily between the tightly locked lips as he pulled back for another thrust. She groaned wildly around her husband's cock in her mouth, and jerked spasmodically forward each time to meet his battering pelvis and wetly ride backward on his massively pistoning cock again to hungrily clasp it fast with her cunt lips on the long out-stroke.
Behind her, Ralph Collier could feel the hot sucking motion of her greedily working young pussy sucking the heated cum from his massively swollen balls up into his pile-driving cock like rising mercury through a glass-tubed barometer.
"Ooooh, here it comes, Elly-baby! I'm going to whitewash your hot little belly full up! Just keep fucking your sweet little ass back like that, you're doin' fine!" He grunted as he began pistoning his heavily rocketing cock more deeply than ever into the soft, hair-lined fringes of her eagerly upturned pussy, screwing his thick forefinger faster and faster into her masticating anus. He was smacking his knuckles un pityingly into her unshielded buttocks, feeling the inner walls of her cunt beginning to palpitate and throb excitedly around his painfully exploding cock as she moaned helplessly around her own husband's thickly swelling penis.
"UNNNNN! UNNNNNNN!" she groaned deep in her throat, the sounds muffled by the huge glistening rod of cock flesh fucking slipperily in and out of her mouth, as she felt herself starting to come apart with her own wildly rising orgasm, her cunt walls splitting away from each other deep in her flashing loins and spreading in a nerve shaking chain reaction throughout her wantonly heaving body. She felt his deeply drilling cock begin to throb intensely up inside her ravenously quivering vagina and spurt rapid-fire bursts of boiling hot cum far up into her trembling belly. Ceaselessly, it was splashing into her own drowning rivers of juices cloud bursting from the widely stretched walls of her pussy around the endlessly pummeling hard cock. Her frenzied gulping moans around Bill's penis matching the obscene cries coming from Ralph's lips egging her on, as at the same time, she dimly heard Fran screaming out lewd, rhythmically guttural noises like a galloping animal running out of breath.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhh! God, God, God, I'm cumming on your face, Bill baby! Cumming! Cumming! CUMMING! CUMMING! Ohhhhh! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" Fran moaned, her slackening full lips and constricting throat garbling the sounds, her chest shuddering as her savagely lurching body was overwhelmed by the sensations racing her toward the pinnacle of orgasm. At the same time, she felt Bill's responding snake-like tongue hotly worming in and out of her tossing, flatly planed pussy as the streaming cum-fluids poured out into his mouth and down over his sucking cheeks to drip hotly down onto the floor.
Then Bill was mumbling loudly up into the recklessly churning cunt, his finger scouring mercilessly into her noose-tight anus and his slithering tongue tasting the acridly sweet fluids pouring in an orgiastic deluge from her feverish pussy, as her sapping, kneading fingers ignited the smoldering liquid fire in his balls and his wife's gluttonously sucking mouth plied his boiling cum to geyser up through his hot fuming cock and spew splatteringly up into her laving mouth, choking off her muted groans as she desperately swallowed again and again, her Adam's apple repeatedly bobbing as she worked desperately to contain the endlessly spouting semen.
Ellen felt her mind reeling in ecstasy as her lust-driven clitoris fluttered under the endless whipping of Ralph's heavy, cum-filled balls while he skewered his solid iron cock into her succulent, throbbing pussy and with heavy, buttock-flattening strokes spurted jet after jet of white-hot cum deep, deep, up into her eagerly thirsting belly, her soft, orgasm quivering body rolling and rocking with turbulent passion from her own spreading excitement while she fought to keep Bill's wildly erupting cock inside her greedily sucking lips and hungrily swallowed his squirting fountain of cum. At the same time, she was, to her own amazement, relishing all the lewd, obscene sounds of intercourse she was hearing as Ralph rapaciously fucked his finger into her quivering anus and his spurting cock into her hotly flowing cunt. Bill slavered under Fran's slickly rubbing pussy, loudly sucking and licking while Fran herself shouted out again and again that she was cumming, and then suddenly it seemed to her that the whole world was coming to an end, that nothing else existed anywhere except her own fiery incandescent nerve endings. Then, as she too started cumming in every fiber of her ravaged mind and body, wild incendiary bombs of lust exploded deep up inside her wild-fired cunt, blazing sparks danced crazily in her wide-stretched anus, hot, searing bonfires burning on her firmly ripe breasts. Then, in the midst of her insanely erupting passion, she abruptly raised her head up from Bill's now deflating cock, thin white strings of cum clinging lewdly to her full red lips.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she groaned from the animal depths of her belly, her voice trembling and her eyes wide open as she stared unseeing at Fran's nearby face. "OHHHHH! OH GOD! Ahhhhhh? I'm cummming! Oh God I'm-I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER, RALPH! I'M CUMMMMMMING!" she bucked and pitched furiously back on her husband's boss' still hard-driving cock, feeling as thought she wanted to open her cunt mouth impossibly wide and suck all of his cock and his surging, clitoris-slapping balls up into her sensuously exploding belly and squeeze him dry with the tremoring, wildly churning vaginal walls. She groaned aloud again and reached back between her widely opened thighs to grasp his heavily pounding testicles and press them rapaciously into contact with her raging cuntal lips as she felt the tumultuous sensations finally reach their jangling peak. And then... and then she was suddenly over the top and jerked her nakedly spread asscheeks back tightly up against his cum-drenched loins, slowly grinding her hungrily quivering pussy on his rapidly deflating cock, quavering moans passing spasmodically over her trembling lips until she too, finally heaved a shattered sigh and let her body, still dually connected to Ralph Collier, collapse forward, her face dropping down to rest on her own husband's moistly softened penis lying curled uselessly below on his belly.
Minutes later, when she finally regained her senses, she saw that Fran Collier was lying sideways besides Bill's satiated body with her face flat on his chest only a few inches from her own. A tender smile of achieved satisfaction was on her lips as she gazed into Ellen's eyes, her fingers lazily toying with Bill's curling black coils of pubic hair, one knee raised languidly so that Bill's nearly lifeless fingers could more easily stroke the glistening red slit down between her whitely spread thighs as he lay quietly, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes gazing at Ellen's beautiful, rosily flushed face.
Ralph slowly pulled his deeply imbedded finger out from her still warmly clasping anus, the pink, rubbery outer ring snapping closed again into a small red pucker and let the softened length of his cum-drained cock fall moistly out of her gently palpitating pussy with a small wet plopping sound. As the soft, blonde-fringed lips clamped back shut, a thin stream of Ralph's milky white semen oozed slowly out between the naked edges of her vagina to trickle lewdly down into the soft silken curls of her pubic hair and on down the soft inner surfaces of her thighs. He rolled exhausted onto his side, sliding his hand familiarly over Ellen's still mildly swaying buttocks as he did so, surveying the orgiastic tableau with deep satisfaction, then finally winking with exaggeration at his smugly grinning wife as he caught her eye.
Even though Ellen's knees were beginning to hurt on the hard wood floor as she remained kneeling a little lower now over her husband's relaxed body with her head resting on his spent loins, she did not want to move from her lewd position until the last fading throbs of her orgasm were gone, relishing as she was every feeling passing through her ravished body. And yet, in spite of her almost complete satiation, she knew too, that further remnants of her new-found lust still seethed in the depths of her throbbing cunt like a slowly quiescent volcano continuing to bubble with ever building lava. She was aware in the inward recesses of her mind that she ought to feel utterly humiliated and debased by the degrading defilement of their marriage she had just submitted to, and she wondered vaguely whether her husband, Bill, might hate her forever for the zest and enthusiasm she had shown to the two-way fucking by both he, and his boss, she had just been subjected to. But somehow, inside her secret mind, she didn't think so and knew that she had broken through to a new level of sexual enjoyment that just might save them both from the destruction of their formerly shaky married life together. She lifted her head a few inches over Bill's limp penis and looked at it lying curled up on his belly like an innocently sleeping animal in its deflated state, and gently wrapping her fingers around its softly pulsing girth, lifted it to her lips and kissed it tenderly on the velvety, friction-reddened head, feeling it stir slightly as she did so. Then, she extended her saliva-moistened tongue out between her Bps and touched it to the short fleshy foreskin on its underside and glanced questioningly up at Fran, a blissful expression in her passion-glazed eyes.
"You did really good, honey," Fran reassured her in a huskily low voice. "Really good." Then she put her hand on Ellen's as it held Bill's slowly awakening cock and leaned over to teasingly run her warm lips over the thick head until she reached Ellen's cheek, still blushing with heat.
"Just a minute honey," Fran breathed. 'There's a little bit of cum right here," and she flicked her tongue into the upturned comer of Ellen's smiling lips and removed the lingering drop of semen, tasting it savoringly in her own mouth.
"Hey, baby-mine," Ralph rasped jokingly, "Don't forget I got another instrument of torture right here," he said, holding his deflated cock tightly in his burly fist. "Don't give all the attention to the young dogs. There's still quite a few tricks left in me yet."
In answer Fran growled deep in her throat and clambered across Bill's supine body, the creamy fullness of her pendant breasts brushing over his skin as she wrestled Ralph's rising cock from his grip and began teasing new life into his slowly hardening organ. She crooned hungrily in appreciation as it started to swell in her hand and stand up again by itself again, its massive head nodding jerkily on the end of the huge staff.
"All respect for your well-hung hubby and all that, honey," Fran said to Ellen without taking her eyes off Ralph's eagerly rejuvenating cock, "but when you really get down to it, there's just nobody who gets to you like your own old man." She loosely slid her warm wet lips down over the blood-filled head of her husband's cock, then suddenly raised up again to look in Ellen's eyes. "Don't get me wrong, honey. I hope we can do this again another time, lots of times... "
"Hell, tonight ain't gone yet, Franny. Stop your goddamned talking and stick to business, huh?" Ralph growled at her.
Ellen softly snickered to herself and moved her face closer to Bill's, running her lips up under his neck and finally pressing them hard down onto his and thrusting her serpentine-tongue deep into his mouth, sucking and biting his tongue when it came lashing back playfully at her own. She abruptly lifted her face above his and looked deep into his dark, already aroused eyes. She could see her own features in them, and she knew from their expression that he had already forgiven her everything that had happened. She gave a tight, playful squeeze to his hardening pulsating cock and put her hot lips next to his ear.
"Let's fuck, darling. Just you and me for a minute," she whispered throatily, and she felt his rigid, vein-throbbing rod jerking in her grasp, setting her own quickening loins ablaze once more down between her thighs, the cuntal juices beginning to run freely from her hungrily aching pussy walls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Time certainly does fly," Ellen said out loud as she stood alone in her living room. Here it is a year gone by again, she continued thinking as she dusted the furniture and humming to herself, and Bill and I have been married two years today. She stopped by the picture window and stared across the street where Mary Roberts was shaking out a dust-mop in the morning sun. She caught her eye and they waved to each other, smiling. Seeing Mary made her think back over the year fleetingly, starting with the last two nights of the company picnic, reminding herself that was the turning point in her life with Bill. If it hadn't been for Fran and Ralph... She couldn't finish the thought, unable to envision a life for herself if her marriage to Bill had continued foundering.
She and Fran had had a long, heart-to-heart talk the next day while the men were out on the lake, and they had ended up by agreeing that the switch the night before had been a wonderful thing. Then Fran had suggested that they might have a little fun by themselves, and she told Ellen to pick a man she found attractive from the numerous ones lounging around in the big lodge. Ellen had more or less jokingly pointed out George Ashland, a tall, blond handsome young man who was still single, though Ellen couldn't understand why some woman hadn't latched onto him before then. Fran had been really serious about it however, and inside of an hour they were all three in bed in the cabin having a ball, though Ellen had had some misgivings about doing it when Bill wasn't around. Before long she had gotten into the swing of it, and she was completely oblivious to the world as George Ashland was fucking her half crazy while Fran played with his cock and Ellen's pussy lips where it went in and out. It was at that point that Ralph and Bill had burst in on them. Far from being enraged and leaving her flat because of it, Bill had joined in, as had Ralph and the long afternoon continued into the evening, and after they took time out to eat and dance a little they had returned to the double bed, George slipping away with them with the young wife of a friend. The six of them had gone through all the possible combinations, and now Ellen was hard put to remember who had fucked or sucked whom, all the nakedly twisting and writhing bodies melding into a steaming sea of unappeasable lust in her mind.
Ellen felt a sudden moistly hot sensation down between her legs as she recalled one of the acts Bill had first performed on her much used body that weekend-she had never dreamed that a man's huge penis would fit into her tight little anus, but Bill had forced his way up into the tiny, puckering ring, his thick hard cock feeling to her then as if it was ripping her apart, and oh how she had cried for him to take it out that first time. But she remembered now, standing in her living room a year later, how finally she had loosened up and the wildly passionate sensations it sent flooding through her body nearly drove her crazy.
She had really been turned on to what sex was all about that long weekend, and her life with Bill was a hundred times better for it, she thought. I'm a real believer now, she remarked to herself, watching Mary's retreating figure enter the doorway of the house across the street, and I believe Mary is too, now.
Ellen and Bill had begun inviting couples they both liked to their house and gradually worked some of them into the notion of wife-swapping, occasionally using trickery to get reluctant ones into it, though usually all it needed was a little charm and over-the-coffee-cup discussions. Mary and her husband Johnny were their newest converts, and she could feel things were already working out better for them now that Mary had gotten over some of her puritanical ideas about sex.
Just listen to me! she exclaimed mentally to herself. I've become a real missionary about fucking! She suddenly remembered what she was doing and finished dusting the living room.
It's so simple when you understand, she reflected inwardly as she finished the last of the housecleaning and began preparing to go out for the things she would need to cook for tonight's party when Ralph and Fran came to celebrate their anniversary with them again, this time in the house. If a woman gives as much pleasure as humanly possible to her man she increases her own pleasure and lust for life. It's not like I thought before I was initiated, just giving in to the depraved, ugly wishes of a male. Well, she summed up to herself, it's like they say, those who give the most, shall receive the most in return.
She giggled light-heartedly. There I go again, she thought, preaching all the time.
She undressed in the bathroom to shower before dressing to go out shopping, admiring in the mirror her firm, up-tilting breasts and the full, rounded hips set in the middle with the golden triangle of her pubic hair. She smelled Bill's masculinity on his pajamas as she hung up her housecoat, and the odor sent tingling chills over her pale skin and she felt tiny throbs down between her long, tapering thighs. I might as well, she smirked as she got into the stinging hot shower. Like Ralph says, "You can't wear it out, honey, but it sure might get out of practice," she repeated to herself as she soaped her slowly swelling breasts and pinched her pink, quivering nipples into full erection. Then she slowly stroked her foamy hands all over her naked belly and the soft spongy cheeks of her buttocks, dipping her slippery fingers into the smooth fleshed crevice to rub teasing little circles around the tiny puckering anus hidden between the yielding white globes. She played with herself mere momentarily and finally slid both hands wetly down between her slightly spread thighs to spread the soft golden curls of her pubic hair and stroke down into her pulsing cuntal lips, her tiny throbbing clitoris leaping out to meet her flickering fingertip. She moaned softly to herself under the spouting stream of hot water as she felt her eagerly throbbing pussy loosen up inside and begin excitedly seeping cuntal fluids into the narrow inner passage. Then, as she faster and hotly finger-fucked herself down between her legs, her face lifted up into the jetting shower spewing onto her, her luscious fleshy hips starting a slow, lewd grinding and rolling motion over her deeply buried fingers. She thought of Bill's virile young cock standing up rigidly over his heavy, cum-loaded testicles the head jerking anxiously as silvery semen leaked slowly up through the tiny slitted eye. In her self-arousing mind she brought his hard, fleshy cock closer and closer and slipped it tightly like a plunger up into her hungrily palpitating pussy lips. Then, she shoved the moist wet glove of her cunt slowly down over the thick fist-hard head, sinking it farther and farther up into the softly spreading folds of her vaginal walls until she had it clasped up inside her belly as far as it would go, and then she began grinding her heated young buttocks back and forth on its fully hardened length...
She didn't need to think any further. Ohhh, God, she thought. I'm cumming. It's a beautiful, finger-fucking cum. God! Cumming. Cummmming MMMMMM. I'M CUMMING IN MY PUSSY. I LOVE COCK. I LOVE FINGER FUCKING MY PUSSY. OHHHHHH. I'M CUMMMING!
Her long tapering legs trembled under her in the shower, and the searing water washed wetly over the rippling sensations that rushed like wildfire over her sensitive pale skin as she squeezed her quivering thighs sensuously together on her rapidly flicking fingers.
Ooooh God! Oooooh! God!" she groaned in her self-induced passion until finally, the feelings drowning out her mind into blankness subsided and she sighed deeply from her chest and removed her cum drenched fingers from the still inwardly sucking lips of her cunt.
As she finished showering and started to rub herself dry with the rough, textured towel, admiring her young flushed curves in the mirror, she thought wickedly, I'll have to tell Bill that I finger-fucked myself in the shower when he comes home. That'll make his cock stand up and take notice, I'll bet!
Humming softly, she got her things together and left the house, ticking off what she needed in her head-four steaks, some nice wine, a few plump tomatoes...
