The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now' suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Anne Michaels, clad only in her brassiere and panties, stood before the full length mirror gazing at her own reflection quizzically as she spoke. She swirled the blonde tresses into a bouncy loose pile atop her head, and then with a shrug and a sigh let them fall back around her shoulders.
"Maybe I should wear my hair up tonight ... it does make me look a little older...."
"You'll look great whichever way you wear it, honey...." her husband, Ted, walked up behind his pretty young wife as he spoke, and as he did so he couldn't resist the temptation to slide his hands around her small bare torso. He began to nibble at the side of her neck and to move his hands upward toward their immediate goal of her thinly concealed, straining young breasts. Anne, however, suddenly stepped away and began rummaging in the closet as if she had thought of something that she needed immediately.
"For Pete's sake Ted," she began presently, "it's still broad daylight! Anyway we're expected at our dinner date in less than an hour, so you really don't expect me to let you mess me all up right now, do you?"
"Ah come on, baby!" Ted said, half pleading and half teasing as he followed her across the room. "They won't mind if we're a little late. In fact it's very stylish to be a little late for a dinner party." As he spoke he playfully grabbed his voluptuous young wife by the arm and, without further ado, pulled her onto the large bed. But, before he could do anything more Anne was up on her feet again, glaring at him furiously.
"Sex! Is that all you ever think about?! There are more important things in life you know." And she threw him an acid look as she slammed her way into the bathroom.
Ted looked after his wife with a combination of acute agitation and stirring desire as she left the room. "Well if you feel like that then don't walk around me in your bra and panties that way!" he yelled back at her through the door.
Ted Michaels wasn't surprised to find himself constantly desiring his beautiful, petite wife after five years of marriage. She hadn't changed at all in that space of time, and Ted reflected that this fact had both it's good and it's bad side. Anne was the most perfectly succulent female he had laid eyes on to this day, but he constantly wished that she were a little less reserved in certain areas! He would have liked to have her become a little more wild-even an abandoned wild-during their lovemaking.
He knew that his feelings and desires should be brought out into the open, that he should discuss them with Anne. But countless numbers of times he had tried, and he couldn't succeed in getting such a conversation started. His natural reticence held him back, reinforced by the almost certain knowledge that Anne would be embarrassed if he tried to have a frank conversation on sexual matters with her.
He sighed dejectedly and resolutely pushed his thoughts ahead to the dinner they were going to have with the new couple in the apartment complex. He hadn't seen much of the Cranshaw's, in fact, like most apartment relationships, he was barely on nodding acquaintance with them. He had been just as surprised as Anne when Mrs. Cranshaw had called to invite them to dinner. Had he thought about it, he would have expected them to drop by or at least say something in passing before issuing such an invitation.
Ted knew that his wife was always annoyed by the general unneighborliness that seemed to go with apartment dwelling in town. Actually, she would have liked to introduce themselves and have had all the new neighbors over for coffee as they arrived. In fact, helped them to settle in! But she was aware that most people there seemed reluctant to push any acquaintance, and she wasn't aggressive enough by nature to follow her inclinations.
The Michaels, like most other apartment dwellers there, were in their middle and late twenties. It was only slightly surprising when they noticed that an older, sophisticated looking couple had planted themselves in their midst. Ted himself had only had a glimpse or two of the raven-haired Mrs. Cranshaw, but from what he had been able to see from a distance he was convinced that she was really a ravishing woman.
Anne's first thought on receiving the wholly unexpected dinner invitation was to assume that some other neighbors had probably been invited too. Somewhat hesitantly, she accepted the invitation and then asked them over for cocktails that evening. But Helen Cranshaw had declined, saying that they were busy, and, as they were to meet for dinner the following night, Anne had no opportunity to get to know her mysterious hostess beforehand. She had discovered, however, that only she and Ted had been invited.
The young husband knew that his wife had taken extra care with her appearance, as she didn't want to appear immaturely young in comparison with the glamorous older couple.
"Are you about ready?" Anne asked nervously, patting her hair and giving herself a cursory final glance in the mirror.
Ted knew she was jumpy and crushed a sudden impulse to reassure her. If she hadn't been so scathing when he wanted to make love to her, he would have told her how beautiful she looked, and how she didn't have to worry about an old lady like Helen Cranshaw. But his hurt and resentment wouldn't allow the soothing words to come, and he followed her silently out of their apartment and across the green lawn to their neighbors' place.
Soft, exotic-sounding eastern music greeted them as they stepped up to the front door; it was opened before they had a chance to ring the bell. There stood Helen, resplendent in a flowing robe of crimson. She ushered them inside after a gracious welcome, and Ted couldn't help darting his eyes around the familiar apartment layout. They had spent many happy evenings in the living room with the previous tenants here, and a glance at his astonished wife's face revealed that she was as surprised by the change in it as he was.
The living room was completely cut off from the dining area, making one cozy, enclosed room. It was hung all around with colorful Indian fabrics; the floors were covered with patterned rugs, and instead of conventional furniture there were large pillows strewn about. There was also a circle of these pillows around a low, round table. Besides holding a spread of mouth-watering hors d'oeuvres, the table was the sand for a large hookah as well as a considerable number of lit candles. The only other lighting in the room came from a brass lamp that was suspended from the center of the room and gave off a dim, yellow glow. A magnificent seal point Siamese cat reclined gracefully across a velvet covered pillow, staring imperiously at the new arrivals with enigmatic eyes.
A few moments later Ted was seated comfortably on one of the down filled cushions, sipping a cool rum concoction, and admitting to himself that the exotically decorated room was definitely relaxing. Equally comforting was the fact that Gerald and Helen Cranshaw seemed genuinely friendly and pleasant-not at all patronizing or overbearing as Ted had half expected.
Anne began to unwind a little so that by the time dinner was served the atmosphere was warm and casual. Helen Cranshaw was an excellent cook, and Ted thought that the meal, from the spicy first course to the fresh fruit and espresso which ended it, was unsurpassed by any meal he'd ever had even in the finest restaurants.
He couldn't help admire to himself, as they all settled back to relax after eating, that Helen was a very impressive woman. Again and again he found his gaze returning to sweep over the sensuous lines of her curvaceously mature body, which was superbly accentuated by the clinging material of her dress. The tops of her firmly upswept breasts were jutting visibly just above the deep V of her neckline, and he could happily make out the rounded ovals of her provocative looking buttocks each time she swept by him.
"But I just don't see how the local team can ever win this year anyway without the backing of the community, which it's not getting." Gerald Cranshaw was saying earnestly, continuing a conversation that had begun over the dinner table. Almost unwillingly, Ted channeled his attention away from his lingering erotic daydreams and back to what his host was saying.
"As far as I'm concerned, Gerald, there's no question about it. We just have to continue to support the league til they can line up some new talent. I really believe that the sport is important to the moral of the community!"
"Well, that's true," Gerald went on expansively, "but people have different interests you know. Helen and I, for instance, would rather spend a few dollars to see a good film than a ball game. It's just a matter of taste, you see."
Anne was fascinated by the conversation, as she hadn't realized that her husband had any ideas on the matter at all. But she did feel a little uneasy at the tone that Ted's remarks were taking, and hoped that Gerald didn't think that the younger man was too pushy.
"Yes, I agree with Gerald," Helen interjected skillfully, "but surely you kids don't limit yourselves to sports for entertainment?"
"The fact is," Ted went on, "it's been months since my wife and I have been out to a play or movie. To tell you the truth, with all the violence and sex on film today, we pretty much agree about sports being a little easier to take!"
"I can see nothing wrong with showing the reality of the times on the screen," said Gerald derisively, sipping his brandy. "In fact, I see the honest portrayal of human folly as a much more socially effective statement than a bunch of kids throwing a ball around a field!"
"I'm just putting into words what I feel personally," responded Ted. "Given a choice between a clean cut game of skill or two hours of human wretchedness on film-in principle I have to bid for the former...."
"Wretchedness on film!" Gerald exploded, his face flushing with the heat of the argument.
"Hey, calm down, you two!" Helen laughed, easing some of the tension. "You're not going to change each others minds by getting into a fight about it, so why even try?"
"You're right, Helen," Ted laughed, "I guess we got a bit carried away."
Gerald was still scowling slightly, and Anne felt uncomfortable. Why did Ted have to insist on his point of view, when he could sense that the older man was getting riled up? She, herself, couldn't see any sense in coming to blows about a subject which didn't interest her that much anyway. She just couldn't imagine such subjects being of any importance anyway.
"If you want my real opinion, I think we should go see a film tonight," Helen was saying to the men, and Anne turned her attention back to what was happening in the living room. "Then Gerald can go with Ted to a game, and afterwards they can decide their argument properly, with some hard evidence to back them up! Who knows? One of you might change your mind!"
"Say, that's a great idea, Helen!" Gerald said eagerly, his bad mood forgotten in the light of this suggestion.
"What movie do you have in mind?" Ted asked weakly, feeling he'd somehow lost the battle. He felt that he should go along to be polite, since the arrangement did seem fair, but the idea of sitting through a film of any kind actually bored him almost to tears. He wondered if he should try to think of some excuse in order to escape what he felt would be an unbearably tedious evening, but he knew if he did make a move to leave now Anne would get upset and accuse him of being rude and inconsiderate. He had to admit to himself that he was irritated with Gerald's disparaging attitude towards local sports. It kind of burned him under the collar to be stuck, obligated to sit through the very kind of entertainment he'd been railing against-but he knew there wasn't much he could say.
"You leave that to us!" Gerald responded.
Before long the group had arrived at a small theatre, and after being informed that the picture had already started, they made their way into the darkened house and quickly found seats. On the screen was a very attractive red-headed actress wearing a long white gown. Ted was thinking already that this wasn't so bad after all when, to his astonishment, she turned around and unzipped her dress, allowing the edges to fall away below he waist. Slowly, facing the camera again, she pulled it away from her creamy shoulders to reveal the rounded, quivering tops of her lushly-ripened breasts encased in a lacy brassiere. Without hesitation, she allowed the gown to slip down her provocatively flared hips, and she stood there half-naked, hands on hips.
Excitedly, Ted edged forward on his seat and watched with widening eyes, as she began to unhook her brassiere. A lascivious gasp escaped his lips as the full voluptuous breasts came into clear view. He could see the taut little nipples standing out rigidly from the creamy flesh as the camera zoomed in for a revealing close-up. Then a full length shot showed that she was easing down her flimsy panties in a slow enticing movement until she was standing there totally naked. Ted could hardly tear his eyes away from the screen but he just had to steal a glance at his wife, to see what her reaction was.
Anne was sitting bolt upright, her hands twisting in her lap nervously, a look of shock and dismay discernable on her face. She seemed mesmerized by the lewd image, astonishment paralyzing her into immobility. Ted knew that he should leave, make excuses to the older couple, and take Anne away from this erotic movie, but somehow now he just didn't want to. He wanted to wait a little longer, to see what was going to happen next.
By now a naked man had appeared on the screen. He had his huge cock held rigidly in one hand, and as he moved his fingers up and down the long hard shaft of his penis it seemed to grow in size and intensity with each stimulating caress. A sudden close-up portrayed clearly the burgeoning head, with each crease delineated perfectly and each tiny pulsating movement shown in crystal clear technicolor!
Ted heard Anne's quick intake of breath at the lascivious image, and he stirred uncomfortably. He knew she was upset and nearly ill from the dirty movie, and that she wanted to leave. Since she was sitting between the older couple it was impossible for her to easily speak to him, and Ted was secretly grateful for the seating , arrangement. He wanted to stay and see what happened. He wanted to see more of this pornographic film, even though it should have outraged him to have been taken to this type of thing. Helen was sitting next to him, but seemed oblivious to their guests' reactions, her eyes glued on the lewd images. She didn't seem to find anything strange in watching such a thing with people she hardly knew, and Ted was astonished that she showed no embarrassment or uneasiness.
The lovely red-head in the movie, with a sudden motion, dropped to her knees and without hesitation reached out and encircled the eagerly throbbing penis in her eager hand. Her eyes were half closed with lustful desire, and she ran the red tip of her tongue around her wetly parted lips in anticipation. Then, tantalizingly, she lowered her face and licked out snake-like with her moist, agile tongue. With excruciating slowness, she moved her mouth toward the massively pounding shaft grasped between her fingers and, at last, ran her eagerly snaking tongue along the underside of the man's pulsating cock....
Ted's involuntary gasp of vicarious pleasure sounded like a shock in Anne's ears. She just couldn't believe the turn events had taken. One moment they had all been at the apartment engaged in a heated, though basically amiable discussion ... the next, it seemed, they were at an apparently X-rated movie house watching a filthy, pornographic movie? She had assumed that this would be a regular Hollywood movie, and had been actually thought it was a good idea for them to get out and see what was happening in the film world for a change. Instead, they actually had taken them to this place to see a disgusting foreign film. The older couple must think that she and her husband could actually be interested in such things! A shudder ran through her as she sat there dumbfounded. But she couldn't deny that a large part of her shock sprang from the fact that Ted was making it obvious that he was actually enjoying the lascivious film.
She could see him, balancing on the edge of his chair, his eyes glued in rapt fascination at the spectacle of oral sex which was covering the huge screen. He seemed oblivious to her, in fact, he had obviously forgotten all about her. He was interested only in the obscene images in front of him, and in spite of her revulsion, her eyes returned almost involuntarily to the unavoidable scene.
The red-head's eyes were now closed in an ecstasy of abandon as her tightly ovaled lips slid up and down rhythmically along the saliva moistened length of her lover's trembling cock. Her free hand convulsively milked on the pendulous sac of his balls, while her fingers clung tenaciously to the throbbing base of his rock-hard penis buried in the tangle of dark pubic hairs. The man's head was thrown back in ecstasy and his mouth was half open. His breath rasped out of his lust-constricted throat as his hand pushed her face further down onto his hotly pistoning penis, forcing more and more of the thick column of hot flesh between her wildly sucking lips.
Ted felt a familiar stirring between his legs, and knew that his own restlessly moving cock was beginning to stiffen with vicarious desire, a thrill of lewd pleasure tingled through him as he continued to watch the wanton woman sucking her lover's wetly glistening cock. He had never seen a movie like this one and was amazed at the careful attention to detail, and the clear unblurred image that was produced. The wet, sibilant sounds of the girl's lips could be heard plainly as they slavered wetly over the hard masculine flesh, and the theatre actually resounded with the wildly aroused man's moans of uninhibited pleasure. He couldn't believe that the girl could take so much of that huge hardness up inside her mouth without choking, and he was all too conscious of a hotly yearning wish to have his own penis sucked and licked like that. There was a deep, burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, and his cock was a painfully throbbing shaft pressing against his lower belly.
With a deep grunt the wildly aroused male pulled his jerking hardness out from between the red-head's crimson lips, and holding his cock with one hand and her head back, mouth open wide with the other, began to shoot out his hotly spewing cum from about six inches away into the widely held circle of her lips. He was wildly cumming into her mouth! A look of sheer unadulterated pleasure masked her smooth features, and her throat began to work convulsively as she tried to swallow all of the scalding, white cum which gushed in long, thin streams unceasingly through the air and into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled and her adams-apple bobbed rhythmically, as she drank the life-giving fluid, desperately trying not to let a drop escape. At last, the spasmodic spurts began to subside, and finally her lover's limp, flaccid cock ceased jerking and he moved closer to tease the softened head of it all around her cum-smeared face. At that moment she presented a true picture of wanton lustful desire.
Then the film had ended.
"Well, what did you think of that?" Gerald asked cheerfully as the house lights began to come up. "Are you ready for the second feature?"
"I think we'd better go," Anne said weakly, not looking at anyone, Silently, she picked up her purse, and with a brief word of good night, she swept past them and out of the theatre. Ted had no option but to follow her reluctantly to their car and start the drive back to the apartment.
* * *
"Was it necessary to leave without seeing the second feature?" Ted questioned furiously, as they sped down the freeway. "I wanted to see what it was all about!"
The familiar security of their own car had helped to dispel some of Anne's shock, but she was still trembling with a weird feeling up between her thighs and was trying to calm down.
Now Ted's accusing words were the last straw, making the experience too much for Anne to cope with. The knowledge that she, too, had actually liked the acts performed in the pornographic movie was like a slap in the face to her. Actively enjoying watching a woman being mouth-fucked like that, had revealed a side of her personality to her that she wasn't sure she liked! The added discovery of her own blindness to her true character confused her just as much as her lurid interest in the actions on the screen did.
Ted hadn't wanted to leave when they did. He had been eagerly anticipating another movie, and had lulled himself into thinking that Anne hadn't minded going, just because she hadn't made a verbal objection. He had been really embarrassed when she had gotten up to leave the theatre before the second feature came on, and he wondered what the Cranshaw's thought of himself and his wife.
"They must think that we're real prudes," Anne said softly.
"Darling, I hope you don't think I didn't like it."
"Why the hell not?" Ted said, his temper rising. He had enjoyed the evening with their new neighbors, and even though he secretly thought that their taking them out to a blue movie like that was slightly unorthodox, he didn't really mind. "You ran out, didn't you?"
"Honey," Anne started, knowing she had to tell him the truth. "I was getting all wet up between my legs and was afraid the spot would show on my dress if I stayed any longer."
"Why you little vixen. I thought you were disgusted with it."
"I was at first," Anne grinned weakly from her lewd admission. "But then it started getting me hot. I really, deep down must be as bad as you are. I enjoyed going to that theatre! I won't try to deny it!" Her voice was low and uncontrolled, her remembrance of the lewd acts on the screen gaining momentum with each passing second.
"Sure I enjoyed it too." Ted agreed. "At least I got to see a man being treated like a woman should treat him!"
"And I suppose I don't treat you right!" Anne smiled teasingly, her vagina growing even wetter. "Would you rather I acted like that girl in the film? Just like a whore!"
"Come to think of it, maybe sometimes I would!" Ted answered in pleasant surprise at the sudden change of events. "At least she probably wouldn't refuse to make love by making up some phony excuse like a headache!"
"Oh! You make me mad!" Anne said with sudden, aroused jealousy at his mentioning her sometimes reluctance. "I might have known you were dazzled by the way that whore acted on the screen! She was showing off herself in front of the whole world like that and you couldn't take your eyes off her!"
"And with good reason! At least she was acting like a real woman on that screen. In fact, you could learn a thing or two if you'd watch a couple of those films close...."
Again anger, mixed this time with hurt flashed in Anne's eyes, and without realizing what she was doing, she reached out and pressed her hand teasingly on the still half-aroused cock under his pants.
"How dare you ... How dare you say I can't do better than ... than a dirty film actress! You just pull off the road right now and we'll see!"
Ted had taken enough. He was infuriated by his wife's teasing coming so quickly in the wake of the embarrassing exit she had made from the theatre. His anger at her refusing to let him fuck her before they went out to dinner was rekindled and he was irritated by her stupid angelic behavior. She had always treated him before as if he was some kind of a sex maniac and sitting her hot little cunt high up on a goddamn cloud. Well, he'd show her how it should be!
CHAPTER TWO
They were driving through an undeveloped sector on the way home and Ted immediately spied the large sign. 'City Garbage Dump'. He crammed the wheels hard to the right and spun the car off the road into the darkened entrance gate.
"Ted, be careful," Anne screamed. "You'll kill us both."
"The only thing that's gonna get kilted is the hot little pussy of yours." He answered angrily as he sped down the narrow dirt road and skidded to a stop by the darkened dump. "I'm gonna take this sawed-off shotgun of mine and shoot it right in the mouth!"
Anne cringed back against the far door, afraid she had goaded him on too far. But as she slid across the seat she could feel the soft moisture of her vaginal juices seeping out and wetting the leather beneath her. God, her thoughts whirled crazily through her head. He's actually going to rape-fuck me right here in the City Garbage dump! She felt her cunt walls give a lust-incited inward throb as the lewd thought sent wildly strange thrills of obscene delight shooting up between her thighs. She had always wanted him to fuck her this way she suddenly realized, just like she was some slut he had picked up in the bar and whose name he didn't even know ... just like that redhead in the lewd movie they had just seen at the theater. But she also knew she had put up some token resistance to make it good for him. He had to think he was getting something she didn't want to give. She had to fight for a minute anyway to make it look good.
Ted growled beside her as he switched the lights and ignition off and grabbed her before she could squirm out of the way back against the car door.
"Ted! Ted! You're ... you're crazy!" she shrieked, pretending desperately that she was trying to pull herself free. But Ted, goaded beyond the point of control, was oblivious to her pleas, and unhesitatingly he buried his face in the soft hollow between her neck and shoulder. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, making her moan with a greater rising passion.
His hands began to work at her dress, pulling it down over the petite frame, revealing the flesh-colored brassiere that had aroused him only hours before. Roughly, he pulled it open, allowing her full, heaving breasts to swing free, the nipples already stiff and rigid. She was struggling wildly, her blonde hair disheveled, her little fists pounding on his back as though she really meant it. But he paid no attention to her energetically feigned resistance. He was propelled by a rising feeling of furious arousal, and nothing could hold him back.
Savagely, he pulled her dress free from her wildly twisting body, and then immediately began to tug at the last flimsy protection of her panties, ripping them easily away.
"Oh God! Leave me alone, Ted! Leave me alone!" she pleaded, struggling less now as the dictates of her hotly throbbing cunt surmounted her desire to pretend resistance. She was wildly excited at the tornado of lust she had unleashed in him and was unable to, and didn't want to, think of a means of assuaging his unbelievable aggressiveness and making him just fuck her the regular way. She actually wanted him to fuck her like that whore in the film!
The sight of her nakedly vulnerable body sent a surge of masculine pleasure coursing through him. His thoughts were a chaotic tangle of the frenziedly sucking redhead in the movie, and the seductive sway of the older woman, Helen Cranshaw's shapely hips as she moved around her living room. The images merged together in a mist of wild passion which seemed to cloud his brain, robbing him of all rational control of his actions. The film he had seen and the thought of Helen Cranshaw's beautifully curved ass seemed to take effect on him all at once, making him fumble and stutter alarmingly.
"I ... I want to ... to fuck you...." he mumbled, reaching for her again, desire welling up in him like an onrushing flood.
His anger was subsiding as he stared at Anne's beautifully shaped body and she, sensing his less violent attitude, knew she had to egg him on more. His lewd words excited her no end. "Yessss ... let's fuck, Anne...." Teasingly, she backed away from him against the car door.
"How can you use those filthy, disgusting words with me?" she pretended her usual horror, and immediately, she knew she had made the right move. The softening which had begun to appear in his eyes vanished, and she knew that she was going to get fucked wild now. Instantly, he was infuriated and fuming, spewing frightening invectives at her almost incoherently.
"I'll teach you ... I've had enough of your prissy modesty ... Filthy words, heh! I know you think your precious little cunt hole is too good for me ... well, I'll show you!"
Anne knew there was no holding him back this time. He grabbed her with all his lust-incited strength and flipping her over on her stomach in the tight confines of the car pressed her hard down on the leather seat. Immediately he was on top of her, his hands pressing into her naked shoulders as he forced her face into the softly cushioned material beneath.
"I'll teach you how to keep your husband's cock happy around the house...."
She gasped aloud when she felt his hotly grasping fingers travel down the length of her naked body and come to rest on the smooth curved ovals of her sensuously wavering buttocks. His fingers dug hungrily into the warm, sensitively squirming flesh, forcing her asscheeks apart as he lifted her to her knees on the car seat.
"Oh please Ted, fuck ... fuck me any way you want to tonight...." she groaned in passion, unable to keep up any longer her pretensions of resistance.
"Keep still then, you hot little fuck!" he snarled, pulling and kneading her eagerly squirming buttocks with fingers that seared into the soft warm flesh.
"Oh please ... please, Ted...." she continued to whimper and moan. "Please do it now ... shove it up into my cunt!"
"Shut up, goddamn you, or I'll slap the piss out of you! I'll fuck you when I'm ready!"
The wildly aroused young husband was driven beyond the brink of endurance. His intense desire to fuck her nakedly voluptuous body his way was tempered by his anger and resentment at her earlier derisive remarks, and he was mainly conscious of an overwhelming wish to teach her a lesson for what she had denied him earlier. She thought she was so pure and holy ... she was sure that her faked distaste for the lewd movie was evidence of her superiority over him now. But he'd show her ... he'd make her cum through the nipples of her tits!
He stared through lust-dimmed eyes at the shadowy crevice of her voluptuously naked buttocks, and fixed his gaze on the puckering little hole of her upraised anus.
Almost on reflex, he reached up with his outstretched middle finger and began to probe obscenely at the tiny flexing opening. He sensed the warm little shudder that rippled through her body in response and, without warning, he wormed the finger into the heated tightness of the instinctively resisting little sphincter.
"Ooooohhh, darling!" Anne groaned suddenly, her voice high pitched and desire deepened. Desperately, she wriggled her wildly stretched buttocks back upwards in a passion driven effort to such her husband's finger deeper up inside, and her struggles afforded it greater entry up into her eagerly accepting asshole.
A wave of wicked sensation flooded over her as she realized what was happening to her. A lewd excitement at the thought of how her husband was going to fuck her in the ass for the first time crowded everything else out of her mind. All she could think in her tenseness was, Oh God, how much will it hurt me at first?
The hot, searing strangeness of his lewd penetration of her rectum paled in comparison with the delight of her feeling of wickedness and obscene desire. In her dream-like state she fixed on Helen Cranshaw as the object of her thanks and appreciation. Her husband had been smitten and hotly aroused like he was by the woman and the obscene movie she had led them to see. Anne was ecstatic that all her husband's fine moral instincts, which had kept him in control of such uncivilized behavior until now, were forgotten in a matter of hours.
She had been in such a frantic sexually aroused state that she was barely conscious of the slight pain in her finger filled rectum ... she only knew she felt a warmly tingling void when the finger was finally withdrawn. Maybe now he'll fuck me there with his cock, she thought in forbidden and hidden excitement.
And after a few moments, it was obvious that Ted had exactly that in mind. She gasped in further arousal when she realized that he was undressing, pulling down his pants with eager intensity in the tight confines of the car. Dear God, she thought, when was he ever going to fuck it to me?
"Look what I have for you, baby!" he grinned suddenly, guiding her head gently around by clutching at her hair. Her eyes narrowed with a smoky, passion-filled look as she saw, only a few scant inches from her face, the gigantic, throbbing erection of his lust-inflated cock.
"Oh Ted ... shove it in me back there, darling...." she breathed raggedly, a lewd need convulsing her features, making her quiver uncontrollably. Spurred on by her exclamation, Ted pushed her head down again, almost smothering her in the soft leather folds of the car seat. With his other hand, he grasped the heavy burgeoning shaft of his fully erect cock and pressed it hotly up between the soft sensitive cheeks of her trembling buttocks.
"Please, fuck it in me easy, at first...." Anne whispered, her wanton desires closing in on her like a tightening fist. She wanted to lift her asscheeks high and suck it deep up inside her rectum, to fuck back at his heavily burgeoning cock with all her lust-driven strength, to speed up this final, wild, sexual act, but she was powerless to move. She was immobilized by the fear that he would fuck her too hard at first if she co-operated too much.
Oh God, this can't be the man I married she thought ecstatically over and over again. She couldn't reconcile her knowledge of the man who was her husband, that she had know intimately for five years, with this raving, savage male who was now going to perpetrate unthought of and beautifully obscene unnatural acts of unbridled lust on her. He couldn't be the same Ted she knew ... and she had Helen Cranshaw to thank for it all!
Time and motion were suspended for a long moment as Ted poised his heavy passion-distended cock at the tiny, hotly throbbing opening of her rectum. His hands were clasped forcefully in the softness of her buttocks, pulling the tender ass cheeks apart. His anger was temporarily spent, replaced by something far more insidious and pervading ... a wild desire to fuck and at the same time to possess ... to subdue this morally righteous little wench who was his wife. He wanted to show her for all time that he was the master, that she had to do his bidding. He wanted utter and total submission from her, and he was determined to get it!
Without waiting any longer, he flexed his hips, and thrust the hard, inflexible long rod of his lusting cock against the pitifully straining lips of her tiny anal opening.
"AAAAARRRRRHHHHH ... Oh God ... easeeeeeee!"
Her groan of protest that he was fucking it up into her too fast reverberated throughout the car and garbage dump, sending a chill coursing along Ted's spine, urging him on to complete his ass-hole reaming rampage. He forced his granite-hard shaft tighter against the tightly resisting muscle, and finally, through sheer brute strength, he managed to penetrate the unknown to him, eagerly waiting little orifice. "Aaaaaagggghhhh...."
Anne felt as if a beautiful, red-hot ramrod had been shoved up her rectum. A hotly sensuous pain blinded her and reappeared again and again in torturously delicious flashes which exploded inside her widely stretching rectal passage.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned again and again in courageous encouragement as she felt her husband worming his lust-thickened cock deeper and deeper up her bravely absorbing anal channel. Every nerve ending seemed shredded with electrifying sensations of newly discovered pleasure, and she was sure she'd never feel anything as wildly erotic again. It was like a lewd erotic nightmare, where a woman dreams she is being ravished beyond all human endurance, and yet, awakens with her cunt flooded and throbbing beyond belief. Never had she ever envisioned such a thing happening to her. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would be ravaged so unnaturally and wildly by her own husband! In her dreams, it had always been by some faceless intruder that had broken through the door of her house and fucked her for hours on end.
She longed to kick her legs out wider, but the savage thrusts of her husband fucking his long thick penis up into her rectum from behind obviated that possibility. There was nothing she could do but submit and enjoy as she was to this unbelievably bestial and beautiful act. She was forced to crouch there, kneeling like a hotly mewling bitch in heat while her own husband fucked up into her hungrily devouring young asshole as he had never fucked her cunt!
Ted began to withdraw his heavily pounding cock, pulling it out slowly from the hot clinging passage. His heart was thudding with a savage excitement as his blood wet racing through his veins. He was enjoying this obscene ass-fucking he was giving to his wife, and the sight of her nakedly enjoying body bent over in slave-like submission thrilled the depths of his long-hidden secret self. He began a slow, rhythmic fucking in and out of her tightly clinging little anal ring, feeling her clenching it tighter and more hungrily around the hardness of his cock with each new thrust up into her belly.
Ted reveled in the feeling of absolute power which the new-found act gave him, and he felt compensated in part for the injuries, real and imagined, that she had caused him during the evening. Now her earlier angry taunts had no meaning. He was in control, and she was going half out of her mind for him to fuck her this way as long as he wanted to fuck her. But he knew he couldn't hold out long the way she was grinding her hot, naked little asscheeks back up against his cock.
He could feel the lust building like a cyclone cloud inside him, and his labored thrustings quickened in tempo. His fingers left red welts on the whiteness of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks as he fucked into her as fast as he could and he could hear the tip of her head buffeting into the door of the car with each heavy in fuck.
"Oh God! Ooooh God!" she chanted mindlessly. "Fuck it, darling, fuck it ... make it cum, darling, make it cum!"
Anne continued to plead insatiably, unable to stop herself. Her body felt riddled with sharp shoots of electrifying pleasure, just as her brain felt shattered with the beauty of being fucked in a new and different way by her husband. I'll never cum again like I'm going to cum ... never ... she gasped silently again and again in time to his smooth, ass-fucking strokes in and out of her eagerly working rectum. Then, her belly quivered with wildly rising desire as the realization struck her that she was almost ready to cum right now! She didn't want this beautiful screwing she was receiving from behind to ever end ... she didn't want her rectum to be emptied of its beautiful hard male captive, ever ... but she had no alternative!
She could only hunch there, a helpless victim of her own inexorably rising ecstasy and then ... scream it out for all the world to hear!
The hoarse, wanton cry finally came as a sort of relief to her rhythmically fucking husband because he, too, wanted to cum, he wanted to shoot his hotly scalding cum deep, deep, up inside her as he never had before. Her deeply impaled young buttocks were buffeted by his wildly skewering cock, pushing and plunging hungrily far up into her forever-stretched back passage. And then, as she groaned aloud again, Anne could feel the hot, liquidly flowing semen of her husband shooting jet-like up into the far hidden recesses of her asshole, filling her secret creases and crevices with a beautiful, pleasure--an illicit wetness.
Her husband continued to moan and gasp behind her ecstatically trembling body until finally his movements grew less frenzied and, at last, his rapidly deflating cock eased out of her cum-flooded rectum with a soft little farting noise that made her blush slightly from embarrassment.
Ted finally collapsed back on the car seat, his breathing heavy and uneven, Anne crooning softly beside him.
"Oh Darling, that was just beautiful. We've never in all our married lives done anything like that. I loved it, even though I won't be able to sit down right for a week."
"I know, honey," Ted replied between gasps for breath. "I guess that movie got to both of us more than we realized."
"And that Cranshaw woman, you evil thinking man," she teased, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
"Well, I guess I did get a little excited with the way she was swishing that hot little tail of hers around." Ted admitted, chuckling softly. "I'll bet she'd be a hot one in the sack."
"Over my dead body." Anne suddenly laughed and grabbed him playfully by the throat. "She kept her eyes on you all night."
"Her husband kind of had a leering eye for that gorgeous little ass of yours too." Ted said thoughtfully for a moment and then continued slowly as though receiving a sudden revelation. "You know, all this was just planned too well. Taking us to that movie, all the talk about sex. I'll just bet they were trying to set us up for one of those swapping arrangements you read about all the time."
"Oh Ted, don't be silly," Anne laughed. "We're hardly the type couple anyone would try that on."
"I don't know about that. The more innocent they are, the harder they fall, they say. Besides, maybe they know more about us than we do. Look at us right now. I just fucked you half silly in the ass right in the middle of the city garbage dump after going to that sexy movie. Would you have ever thought this could happen?"
"Well, you're certainly right, there." Anne admitted. "But I'd certainly never even think of letting a strange man do it to me."
"Aw come on, honey. Everyone's thought about doing it with someone else. You can't tell me you've never even had one faint little wonder about what it would be like to be fucked by another man, now can you?"
"Well," Anne paused, remembering her dream about the faceless intruder breaking into the house while Ted was away and ravishing her all night. "I-I had a dream once ... but that was just a dream. I didn't consciously think about it."
"Dreams are just a sub-conscious manifestation of what you really feel sometimes and are afraid to think it outright. You know that as well as I do." So actually you have been fucked by another guy, you adulterous little wench," he teasingly pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal softly. "Besides, you know I think it would be pretty sexy watching another guy fuck you and making you cum like you just did with me fucking you."
"Why, Ted Michaels, you dirty old voyeur," Anne grinned a wicked little grin of feigned horror, thinking he was kidding. "You'd divorce me in a minute if you ever saw some other guy on top of me."
Ted kissed her lightly on the lips, feeling her nipple harden in his hand. "Honey, be honest again. Wouldn't it get you really hot to watch me fucking another woman and making her scream for more. A woman like maybe, Helen Cranshaw."
Oh honey, I don't know. I think I'd get too jealous." Anne reflected, at the same time feeling her inner cunt walls clench slightly and moisten to the mental image of seeing her own husband's hardened young cock fucking deep up inside the voluptuous older woman's hungrily devouring pussy lips.
"Don't be silly, darling. It wouldn't mean a thing. It would just be something new, like what we've just done. You know how hot that got you. And me too," he added with a twinkle in his eye. "You know, I don't think it would be such a bad idea to kind of play along with them and see what they're up to. Might even be kind of exciting to try it once."
"Oh Ted," Anne protested, sensing the sudden seriousness in his voice. "We just couldn't do that. I-I've never even let another man touch me. You know that."
"You've never let me fuck you back there either, dear. Remember?"
"I know, darling. But at least it was You. It wasn't some stranger I hardly even know." Anne's voice was a little higher now from concern. "And you are my lawfully wedded husband!"
"Tell you what. Let's drive home naked just like we are and we can talk about while I fuck your hot little tits off in bed." Ted laughed thoughtfully. "We can sneak in the back way and no one will see us."
"Oh darling, you're getting the most beautiful, wicked ideas since we've seen that movie. I love you so much for it. Yes, yes, let's go home and talk about it while you fuck my tits off!!!
* * *
It was obvious to Helen Cranshaw right from the start that the younger couple were very naive in certain ways, and in this way they appealed to her special senses as a challenge. The older wife had waited for several weeks, watching her neighbors come and go and wondering if they would make the first move in welcoming her. She had come to the conclusion that she and Gerald had moved into a very closed community. It was all right for Gerald to say "that things would work out all right", because he went off to work every day and had all sorts of contact with many different people. But she was stuck here alone with plenty of spare time, which she was now using to cook up some interesting schemes involving the neighbors!
Helen was positive that young wives at about Anne's stage of marriage were beginning to feel the humdrum aspects of their settled pattern of life, and she was very happy to interject some excitement for them. Gerald reassured her constantly by approving and taking part in her schemes. She was never one to let things get dull, and as a result, their marriage of fifteen years was still as strong as ever. He was grateful to his wife for that, and adored the raven-haired beauty more with each passing year.
Helen was a little impatient but also delighted with the Michael's evident inexperience, and after the evening they had already spent together she considered them quite a challenge. She had been able to steal a glance or two at her new neighbor's face during the film at the theater and had seen shock and surprise registered there. There was something about the younger woman's reserved and aloof demeanor that made Helen determined to change it, and she was glad that she had at least been able to awaken Mrs. Michael's feelings of what she thought was outrage ... if nothing else.
Mrs. Cranshaw smiled to herself now as she replaced the phone. She was pleased that Anne Michaels had finally accepted her invitation to lunch that day, and was proud of her expertise in persuading the younger woman to do so. She had sensed Anne's resistance as soon as she answered the phone, and knew that it was because of the movie they'd attended downtown together after dinner a few nights ago. Gerald would be as pleased as she with this success, Helen thought as she smiled in anticipation.
* * *
Right up to the minute when she rang the Cranshaw's doorbell, Anne wondered if she was doing the right thing. Her first impulse on answering the phone, and finding Helen at the other end, was to put it down again. But she hesitated, and was astonished to discover that the older woman was inviting her to lunch that day. For a moment, Anne didn't know what to say. One part of her brain was saying that under no set of circumstances would she go through with the agreement to play dumb and go alone with the Cranshaw's that she and Ted had made while he was "fucking her tits off" the other night. And yet, weirdly, she felt so confused and uncertain that almost anything seemed better than sitting at home alone. Besides, she thought, maybe the Cranshaw's weren't trying to seduce them as Ted had felt they were that night.
Everything had changed in her ordered life since that night after their dinner with the Cranshaw's, when Ted had fucked her anally in the garbage dump. Her sense of shame from sex had vanished completely, and her husband seemed like a new found lover to her. At first, there were no more uneasy silences at meals, and the happy young wife thought she'd go crazy if the situation were to ever change again. She'd even let Gerald Cranshaw fuck her while Ted watched if things would always stay this way, she sometimes thought.
But she just couldn't bring herself to make the final decision to actually go through with it. Her pride wouldn't let her, and anyway, why should she? Ted was the one who wanted all this, and she felt sure that he should start things with Helen Cranshaw. The fact that he expected her to agree to do it with the woman's husband irritated her beyond bearing. He acted as if he was somehow the aggrieved one. When he came home from work, and after they had eaten together in silence, he retreated behind the television or a paper, and left her alone and seething. Once or twice, she was on the verge of reaching out to him, and agreeing, but stopped herself in time.
Her friends didn't help, either. Not that she confided in them, she couldn't! She forced herself to make excuses for not taking part in their coffee-klatches and shopping sprees because she couldn't stand their probing and curiosity. And if she did reveal the cause of her misery to Sue Harvey, her best friend, she would also probably spread the incredible story around to everyone they knew. No, there was no one she could confide in. So, she was somewhat cloaked in indifference when she finally accepted the luncheon invitation from the very woman on whom she now blamed her misfortune. But somehow now that idea didn't hold much water, either. She couldn't deny to herself that she had goaded her husband into thinking about doing it with the other couple by her taunts and resistance. She should have realized that he had a little too much to drink, and that he was also aroused by the foreign movie. Not to mention the fact that, just below the surface, he was still testy about her refusing to make love before they went over to the Cranshaw's for dinner.
Undoubtedly, some measure of blame had to be attributed to herself. But that didn't make things any easier. Actually she felt that nothing would be gained or lost by having lunch with Helen.
Helen seemed genuinely glad to see her. To Anne's critical eyes, she looked less like a femme fatale today, dressed in a smart pants suit with a printed silk blouse.
"I'm so glad you decided to come," Helen said warmly, "and I hope you don't mind, but an old friend just dropped in unexpectedly and is going to stay for lunch as well."
Helen led the way through the apartment to the back patio, and Anne saw a handsome blonde young man sitting casually on a lounge chair. However, he immediately stood up when she came in and favored her with a winning smile.
The vivacious woman introduced her friend as Steve Watkins, and Anne found herself immediately attracted to his friendly, pleasant manner.
Helen had been completely surprised when Steve had arrived. She hadn't seen him since she and Gerard had lived in town two years before, and when he had dropped in, it seemed like a good idea to invite him to stay for lunch as well.
Lunch was a simple, pleasant meal served outdoors on the patio table, and Anne found herself beginning to relax. Of course, part of the reason for this was the several glasses of white wine that she had taken. She found herself weakening in her resolve to let her husband, Gerald, fuck her, because Helen was really being very charming and seemingly sincere, not to mention interesting. Steve, too, was an amusing companion, and Anne couldn't help noticing that they got on extremely well together.
After lunch, just before they adjourned to the living room with replenished wine glasses, Helen indicated the location of the bathroom. Anne, of course, was very familiar with the surroundings, but decided that the old friends might want to be alone for a few moments and tactfully excused herself.
Glancing at her features in the mirror, she was pleased to observe that the worry lines which were creasing her brow were beginning to slacken and that she was beginning to look like her old self again. She was glad that Helen had made no reference to the obscene movie. That certainly helped to make the occasion more pleasant for her, and Anne found herself smiling almost happily as she made her way back to the living room.
She was just about to move across the dim room and rejoin her companions, when an obviously impassioned voice rang out.
"Christ, Helen, it's been so long. I'm dying to fuck you right now!"
The blood rushed from the unsuspecting younger woman's face as she stood there in the doorway, rooted to the ground in amazed shock. Her eyes scanned the room and she stifled a gasp of disbelief at the incredible sight which met her gaze. Steve and her neighbor were locked in a tight, unyielding embrace against some cushions on the floor, their mouths glued together in a passionate kiss. Helen's blouse was half-open, and Anne could see the young man's hand kneading frantically at her heaving, fully exposed breasts.
The excited older woman was obviously completely aroused, and the young wife saw, with a quiver of excitement that her carefully manicured hand was clasped tightly around the unmistakable bulge up between the legs.
For a long moment, Anne stood there, not really knowing what to do. Nothing in the events leading up to and proceeding the meal had prepared for what she had inadvertently witnessed. She had never suspected for a moment that the apparently just-friends pair she had left only minutes before could be suddenly transformed into the lust-crazed figures writhing so excitedly on the floor. No wonder they wanted me out of the way, she reflected in amusement. Well, they needn't think I'm going to stay around and break up their little party ... she would leave, and right away! They had obviously forgotten all about her and wouldn't even notice her departure. But she had to retrieve her purse, which was on the round table near them. Should she tip-toe over there and get it, or leave it until another time? She searched her memory frantically, but could recall no section of her etiquette book that covered a situation like this!
Anne was in a quandary. She didn't think she could bring herself to enter that room, she didn't want to disturb her licentious new neighbor. And she could see her again tomorrow if she didn't get her bag right now.
But once again, the agitated younger woman's action was unsuspectedly halted.
"Oh God, Helen, I can't wait any longer! My cock's on fire!" Anne's mouth dropped open in total shock at the lewd, obscene words, and she watched with disbelieving eyes as the raven-haired wife suddenly pulled herself up to her feet. Her clothes were in total disarray, and there was a glazed look of pure lust on her beautiful face. Without a word, she half-pulled, half-guided her passionately aroused young friend in the direction of another room. Anne knew with certainty that it was one of the bedrooms, and-she could only stare after them in disbelief.
The bewildered young blonde didn't know whether to be glad or sorry. She had an opportunity now to get her purse, and it was obvious that she should leave right away.
But somehow, Anne didn't know if that was the correct thing to do. Suppose they came out again in a few minutes, and found her gone, without explanation? But on the other hand, what did they expect after their sexually arousing behavior? It was obvious, even to Anne's comparatively innocent eyes, that the un-likely pair were lovers. She herself had called the beautiful brunette a wanton wild woman, but had she really believed that she was actually being unfaithful to her husband? Gerald seemed to be such an earnest husband; did he know about his wife's infidelity!? Did he know what kind of a woman he'd married? Maybe Ted was right, they were trying to seduce them that night.
Well, it's not of my business, Anne told herself, directing her thoughts away from the unbelievably erotic situation into which she had been unwillingly thrown. I'll leave right now, she thought, and let them do their own thing.
The turning of the front of the door knob made the young wife's heart thud mercilessly. Her throat suddenly felt dry and arid, and she had to clutch the door jamb to prevent herself from falling.
Someone was coming! Panic convulsed her as she stood there trembling. Why should she feel responsible? It's nothing to do with me, she tried to tell herself, but couldn't shake loose the conviction that her mere presence made it seem as it she were part of the adulterous act going on in the bedroom.
"Hi! Anyone there?"
It was Gerald!
It seemed to Anne that she would certainly faint; Helen's husband had returned home, and she was in the bedroom getting herself fucked by another man!
Color flooded Anne's face as the unsuspecting older man strode into the room. What could she say when he wondered where his wife was? What would happen if he went into the bedroom?!
Oh, hello, Anne," he said pleasantly, when he saw her standing motionlessly in the doorway. "Here all alone?"
"Oh ... Gerald, I...." she began falteringly, not knowing what to say.
"Helen called and told me you were coming over for lunch. She also said something about Steve dropping by. Is he still here?"
Involuntarily, her eyes darted over to the bedroom door, which was not quite closed. Fear pounded through her veins, making her pulse race, and the passing seconds seem like eternities.
But Gerald broke the silence.
"Oh, I see...." he said slowly, nodding in the direction of the bedroom. "They went in there, and left you all alone!"
He knew! It was obvious to Anne that he knew about his wife and Steve Watkins and the young wife was flabbergasted. My God! The whole thing seemed to take on the aspect of that unbelievably lewd dream she had had, and she was caught inextricably at the very center of it. What had she stumbled onto? What kind of a man was Gerald Cranshaw to be completely nonchalant about the fact that his wife was in the bedroom with another man? Didn't he care about what was going on under his own roof?
Gerald, I didn't know...." she began again, trying to exonerate herself, but only wishing for escape.
"You didn't realize that my wife and Steve would want to jump right into the bed as soon as they got the chance?" he smiled, pouring himself out a large measure of Scotch. "Well," he said, gesturing with the glass towards the bedroom, "that's my Helen: there's no denying I've got one hell of a seductive number for a wife. Not that I'd have it any other way!"
"You mean you're not upset?" she couldn't help blurting out incredulously. She had never know any one as broad minded as his cool husband, and she just couldn't bring herself to believe that he wasn't faking his unbelievable attitude.
"No, I sure don't," he said, moving towards her. "The only thing I'm worried about is that you might have felt lonely left all alone. That's why I hurried home to check the situation out!"
The astonished blonde stared at the man in disbelief.
"W-what do you mean!?"
Instinctively, she began to back away from him, but the agile husband was too quick for her, and he grabbed her to him in a tight, inescapable embrace.
"L-leave me alone!" she managed to gasp, just before his lips crushed down onto her, enveloping her mouth in a demanding, lascivious kiss. His lips felt warm and searching and almost immediately his tongue darted between her teeth and shot into the moist warmth of her mouth. Her head began to spin, and she thought she'd faint from shock. Feebly, she tried to struggle, but any resistance was futile. Gerald's arms were firmly locked behind her back, and she stiffened in sudden heat when she felt his hand creep around and begin to massage the sensitive flesh of her quivering breasts.
Oh God, what's happening? her young brain screamed agonizingly. The eager man's fingers were twisting and massaging the sensitive knob of her nipple, making it rigid and hard, at the same time as his mouth ground possessively against her unwilling lips. Without warning, he bent his head and began to nibble sensually at the smooth whiteness of her neck, making her cry out in protest.
"Please ... stop!"
Her demand was anguished and breathless, and she reinforced it with a renewed struggle against his cunt moistening embrace.
As if in surprise, Gerald released her and looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. Her mouth was red and bruised, her hair disheveled and her dress wrinkled and untidy. She was staring back at him, panting in indecision, hardly daring to believe that he had actually released her.
Without a word, she grabbed her purse, and rushed in the direction of the front door. She had to get away from this house she had entered before she changed her mind and went through with Ted's suggestion that she let Gerald Cranshaw fuck her first.
"Anne, what
...." he began in obvious surprise, but the confused young wife had already slammed shut the front door, and was running across the yard, desperate for the safety of her own home, oblivious to whomever might be witnessing her panicked flight. God, she just couldn't go through with it unless Ted fucked Helen Cranshaw first and gave her an excuse to let her own cunt be fucked by Helen's husband....
CHAPTER THREE
Ted had to admit to himself that he was bored and lonely. It was only eight o'clock now; it would be another two hours until Anne would be back from a club meeting she'd gone to attend. Not that it would make any difference when she did return ... things were so strained between them that they were like two strangers living together in one house. Earlier, Ted had been conscious of a real wish for his wife to hurry up and get out of the house so that he could be alone and relax.
Now the emptiness and silence of the house was oppressive, and Ted found he could do nothing to relieve it. He had to admit to himself that he was bored and lonely. As he took a second can of beer from the icebox and wandered back into the living room, he noted that the house seemed almost eerie in its quietness. The television was on, but he had turned the sound down low so as not to be disturbed by the incessant noise of the popular game show that was playing. The ice-cold beer helped some, and once again he sat down in front of the flickering T.V. screen. As always, since the eventful evening when they had dined with the Cranshaw's, his mind went over again the events which had lead to this seemingly insoluble rift in his marriage.
Try as he might, he could pinpoint only the pornographic movie as the original cause for the idea of playing along with the Cranshaw's. He knew, beyond a doubt, that he had been almost insanely excited by the lewd film, in a way he had never experienced before. Why, he wasn't quite sure. But he imagined that it was because he'd never seen anything like it before, and it had evoked images of fantasies and long suppressed desires. Just how many times had he imagined what it would feel like to watch his beautiful wife bending over another man's long hard cock, her wetly parted lips closing in on the throbbing shaft of heated flesh? Or, lying there naked, with her legs spread wide, and the cock she had just sucked, fucking into her hot little cunt? It was always an inner wish, mainly because he had discovered within two days after their marriage that Anne thought oral sex was not only unimaginable, but weird. She wouldn't even let him lick her cunt, even when he had explained how much he longed to do it, and how good it would make her feel.
But she simply wouldn't hear of such an action. As time went on, he had given up trying to get her to change her mind ... and eventually, quit thinking about it even.
But the sexy movie had reawakened those desires. The obscene images of the unknown redhead in the theater reveling in her lewd task off sucking her companion's cock had thrilled him in a lurid forbidden way, and he couldn't deny that the presence of the sensually alluring brunette in the theater seat next to him, and earlier in the apartment that evening, had reinforced his passionate interest in fucking another woman while that woman's husband fucked Anne.
He also had to admit to himself, as he sat there sipping his beer, that fucking the beautiful Mrs. Cranshaw had filled his thoughts a lot in the past few days. He just couldn't seem to get her out of his head. She's a real woman ... I bet she wouldn't balk at anything a guy wanted her to do, he found himself thinking, she wouldn't think that sucking a guy's cock was perverted!
A flush of embarrassment flooded his face as he realized the trend his thoughts had taken, and he tried to bring them back on a more acceptable train. But he could only think, as he had done many times over the past few days, of the way in which he had fucked his wife anally in the car at the garbage dump. He had never before dreamed of doing such a thing to anyone, let alone his wife, and he could only conclude that the drinks he had consumed at the Cranshaw's, plus the titillation of the blue movie, had pushed him over the brink of normal behavior.
He could still recall the thrill of sexual power which-had coursed through him as he sensed his wife's total submission to his act. He could picture her now, almost as if she was there in reality, the way she looked that evening ... hunched over nakedly on her hands and knees on the car seat, her smooth, rounded buttocks thrust up in the air and split wide apart by his lust-inflated cock as she screamed for more and came like he'd never seen her cum before.
Ted took a big swallow of his beer, and stared unseeingly ahead. He knew that what he suggested afterwards was inexcusable; nothing could condone his asking her to play along with the Cranshaws and let Gerald fuck her. But a small portion of the blame was attributable to his wife ... there was no denying that. During the last few days, he had tortured himself with self-castigation and mental rebukes, telling himself that he ought to apologize and tell her he didn't mean it. But even so, a small voice in his consciousness kept saying, kept insisting that Anne would really turn on to another guy fucking her if he could just work it right and give her the right excuse.
But all that happened days ago. He knew he should apologize, try to make it up to his wife for suggesting it openly and then see if he couldn't lead her more gently into it ... but somehow he just couldn't.
He wasn't rightly sure why he couldn't make even a show of remorse. All he knew was that it was completely beyond him. She, herself, of course, hadn't shown the least sign of softening, and he was beginning to get used to the rather grim look which she wore for a couple of days now. Except for today. Something must have happened to shake her equilibrium, because instead of the hurt look of indignation, her features were blurred into something like an appearance of shock ... and vulnerability. He hadn't an idea what had caused this sudden change, but found himself hoping that it might be the beginning of an attempt at reconciliation and an acceptance of his plan. He felt sure that all he had to do was apologize, and things would immediately get better. But he just couldn't bring himself to take that step.
The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted his revery and made him jump up in surprise.
He hadn't been expecting a call and, moreover, he didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. But the shrill jangle of the bell raised him from his apathy, and he stumbled wearily to the phone and picked up the receiver.
"Yeah?" he stated curtly into the mouthpiece.
"Hi, sweetheart, how are you doing...?"
Ted immediately knew the voice; it was Helen Cranshaw!
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Ted, but I think a fuse has blown. Gerald is working late and I don't know how to fix it ... the whole house is pitch dark. Can you come over and help?"
Surprise and awkwardness dropped from Ted with alacrity, leaving him transformed into a model of efficiency and authority.
"I'll be right over, Helen. Don't worry, I'll take care of it!" Ted hung up the phone and immediately prepared to go to her apartment. He took a spare fuse from their own supply for emergencies, and then, closing the front door behind him, crossed the wide yard to the Cranshaw's. Maybe this would be just the chance he was waiting for to set up that excuse.
When the door was opened for him, Ted stood open-mouthed in surprise, his face crimson with color as he stared at his beautiful neighbor. Even he hadn't expected this, but whatever it was, he was ready. She was wearing a long housecoat, but it wasn't fastened in the front, and it was obvious that she wore only a brassiere and panties underneath! Her bare feet were thrust into fluffy mules, and her black hair flared with romantic softness around her face and shoulders.
"I hope I didn't disturb you," she said after a brief greeting, "I'm so helpless when it comes to things like this. I don't even know where the fuse box is...."
As she had said, the house was in total darkness, but Ted knew exactly where the fuse box was. Helen had produced a flashlight and followed him down the hall, where she stood behind him while he found the blown fuse and inserted a new one.
"There you go!" Ted smiled as the house was once more flooded with light. "Nothing to it!"
"Oh, thank you so very much, Ted," Helen breathed in relief. "Now you just go on into the living room, and I'll get some drinks. I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't there...."
Ted went into the living room and sat down on one of the large cushions. The Siamese cat was curled up near him on the rug, and presently it got up and came over to him, rubbing its soft, silky fur against his arm as he leaned back comfortably.
Within moments, Helen returned carrying a tray. She poured him a large brandy, and had a smaller one for herself.
"You know, dinner was really wonderful the other night," he said suddenly, putting his glass back on the coffee table. "You and Gerald will have to come over to our house some night soon...." His voice trailed off in embarrassment as he realized that Anne had made no mention of returning the invitation ... because of the suggestion he had made about Gerald Cranshaw wanting to fuck her.
Helen smiled secretly behind her glass. After what happened yesterday with Gerald and Anne while Steve was fucking her in the bedroom, she seriously doubted whether Anne Michaels would ever invite her and Gerald to dinner. She knew she had really shocked the straight-laced young woman by going into the bedroom with Steve, but she certainly didn't care. In fact, it was her intention to shock the aloof blonde, if that's what it took to make her aware of their life style. Helen was pretty sure that she had succeeded in bringing Anne to that awareness; now it was the young husband's turn!
"You seemed to enjoy the movie," she said at length, looking straight at the attractive young man.
"Y-Yes, I did. It was ... it was...."
"Very exciting? Is that what you mean? Did it excite you?"
Once again, Ted found himself blushing. Her direct question took him by surprise, and he couldn't answer. Because if he did, he would have to answer in the affirmative, and he couldn't bring himself to do that.
But Helen didn't notice his hesitancy.
"A movie like that really turns me on. I find that when I watch, for example, a girl sucking her lover's cock that I want to do the same thing. Gerald feels the same way, and usually we can hardly even wait until the films over we get so excited we just go out in the car and he cums after about two licks of my tongue.
Ted was staring at her in numbed disbelief.
He had never heard a woman speak like that before and was astonished at her nonchalance and the casual way she was referring to the movie. What's more, her lewd words were exciting him in a thrilling, forbidden way, and he could feel the trembling beginning of an erection between his thighs. Oh Lord, what if she notices? She'll think I've never had a piece of ass in my whole life, the young husband thought!
Just then, like a streak of gray lightning, the cat leaped down from his perch somewhere behind Ted and landed in his lap. Immediately, it began to curl up in a fluffy ball, purring loudly.
"Ohhhh, Medea likes you!" Helen squealed, her eyes sparkling. "She usually doesn't take to strangers, but anyone that she likes, I usually do too. Our tastes are very similar!"
Ted was embarrassed. He didn't know what to do. He didn't really want the cat on his lap, but at the same time, he didn't want to offend Helen by removing the animal.
But Helen seemed to notice his discomfiture.
"Now, Medea, Ted doesn't want to be bothered by you right now...."
She leaned over and picked up the unwilling cat, and as she did so, her soft hand came into direct contact with the growing bulge of his rapidly growing cock!
Her eyes widened in surprise and, dumping the surprised Siamese on the ground unceremoniously, she stared without self-consciousness at the red-faced younger man.
"Why, Ted, you've got a hard-on...." she smiled.
Ted didn't know where to look. Her touch had been like a firebrand on his throbbing penis. But he was embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't control it.
"I ... I was thinking about the redhead in the movie...."
Helen didn't seem to hear his mumbled words. In a flash, she was right beside him, and Ted was excruciatingly aware of the nearness of her sensually alluring body.
"Did talking about the movie get you aroused ... or was it me?"
Oh God, what am I going to do now, he thought. She'll know, just by looking at me, that it's her goddamned body that has me excited like a schoolboy, even though talking about that porno film helped....
"Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport ... tell me what really made you get a hard-on?" Ted sat, head bent, electrifyingly aware of the uncomfortable pulsation going on in his pants and threatening to take control of the rest of him. He knew he should take the initiative and grab her but he still waited ... after all, he had made that agreement with Anne to see what they were up to ... even if she was reneging on her part, at the moment anyway.
"Well, there's one way to find out!"
Ted's heart pounded alarmingly. What was she going to do? Was she going to talk about the movie some more, or what?
Slowly he raised his eyes to see what she was doing. And then, his mouth hung open and his eyes seemed to bulge when he discovered that she had taken off her robe, and was standing in front of him wearing only a lacy flesh-colored bra and scant bikini panties!
"Helen, I ... I...." he began falteringly, his mouth dry, his eyes taking in all of her while his arousal became more demanding. The sight of her nearly naked body sent his tortured cock leaping painfully against the confines of his pants, and he almost cringed with embarrassment when he noticed that her eyes had dropped to the obscene bulge between his thighs.
"Well, I guess that answers my question...."
There was an enigmatic smile on her face as she stood there, hands on hips. Suddenly, Ted couldn't stand it a minute longer. He was a man, a real, flesh and blood man, and he was goaded beyond human endurance.
With a moan of savage intent he lunged unexpectedly at the sensuous brunette, and pulled her down on the floor beside him. Without hesitation, he ground his lips down on hers in a hungry, brutal kiss, and was surprised to find her teeth parting to allow his searching tongue to enter the warm moistness of her mouth. He could feel the palpitating hardness of her nipples digging into his chest, and he felt his head swirling as he was enveloped in an aura of mounting lust. He had to have her ... to possess her lushly ripened body. He was determined to fuck her right there in her own living room, without delay!
At the same time the restrictions of his five years of marriage were too strong for the primitive instinct of a few moments. Anne! What would she say if she knew that he was kissing Helen Cranshaw, a dozen years older than him? What would she think of him if she knew he had actually done what they had discussed that night after he'd fucked her in the ass? And to make it worse, the woman was this one that Anne seemed a little jealous of.
He couldn't banish an image of his wife, disapproving and deeply hurt because he knew that if he fucked Helen, Anne would have to let Gerald Cranshaw fuck her. But the picture of her stretched out naked on bed, her legs spread wide and Gerald fucking her was etched in his brain and he couldn't shake it loose. In fact, it made his cock grow harder than ever!
"Helen," he began, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible, "that should never have happened. I don't know what came over me, but it's time I left-right now. All I can say is, I'm sorry, and it will never happen again."
"Coooh Ted," Helen Cranshaw was mumbling, "I want you to fuck me now ... and come over later and fuck me any time you want!"
Ted swung around in disbelief at the unexpected words, and gasped in amazement at the sight which met his lust-dimmed eyes. Helen Cranshaw was standing with her arms held out toward him, completely naked! She had taken off her brassiere and panties, and was moving towards him with torturous slowness.
He felt his possible resolution of not going through with the plan dissolve as he took in the sight of the creamy circles of her proudly upswept breasts, surmounted by the rosette hardness of her erect little nipples. Still disbelieving, his glance dropped to stare at the triangle of dark, softly curling pussy hair crowning the juncture of her full firm thighs. Fully aware of his lustful scrutiny, the lascivious brunette slightly parted her long tapering legs, and Ted caught an enticing glimpse of blushing pussy flesh peeping through the softly curling wisps of cunt hair.
His whole body shook with an almost ungovernable sensation of passion, mingled with disbelief and indecision. What had she said? Come over and fuck me any time you want! That meant she wanted him of kiss her again. It was obvious to him that she knew, that she must fully understand the consequence of such an act, fully undressed as she was. She was deliberately playing with fire, knowing that he was only human!
He wanted more than anything else in the world to take the nakedly passionate woman and fuck her for all he was worth, right there on her own rug. But he had to think of Gerald Cranshaw fucking Anne! He had to think of Anne's reaction. He was a happily married man, fully alive to his responsibilities to himself and his wife. It was unthinkable that he should want to possess an older woman like this, and his neighbor as well. It was wrong ... it was forbidden ... and yet this woman and her husband had set up the wildest night Ted and Anne had ever had, both admitted that. And God, how he wanted to take his eagerly jerking cock and ram it to the hilt in that tight little pussy of hers!
"Don't you want to fuck me, Ted?"
The obscene words were whispered and sensuous and they almost wafted over to the stunned younger man. For a long moment, he continued to stand there almost mesmerized, unable to do anything but stare at the woman who had captivated his thoughts so completely.
And then he went over the edge.
All jealous thoughts of his wife getting her brains fucked out by Gerald Cranshaw flew out of his seething brain. Incensed by the sight of the voluptuously ripened woman who stood in front of him completely naked, and inflamed by her lascivious words, he lost control. Besides, now that he had seen what a hot little cunt Anne could turn into under the right circumstances, he knew she would go out of her shell when a strange guy threw his cock to her.
Groaning in abandoned lust, he grabbed at her once more, toppling her over backward onto the cushions. Again, his hotly hungering mouth found hers in a crushing kiss, but it did not linger there. Instead, it dropped to the warm,. pulsing slope of her swan-like neck, lower still to enclose first one and then the other of her hardened, button-like nipples between his teeth. He drubbed the little knobs mercilessly, making the surrounding areolas crinkle and contract with sensitively squirming pleasure.
"Yes, yesss ... Oh, Christ, yes, Helen, I want to fuck you...."
He spat the lewd words out of his lust-constricted mouth as his hands roamed wildly over her soft naked body.-They forced themselves between her sleek inner thighs, and came into contact with the hair-covered outer edges of her moistly waiting pussy. He could feel the delicate folds of her swollen, blood-filled vaginal lips quiver with anticipatory pleasure, and he began to stroke her warm pulsing moistness with eager fingers. Helen, mewing softly with mounting excitement, arched her back and flexed her wetly dilating cunt against his probing fingers in an agony of arousal.
"Oh God, Ted," she pleaded breathlessly, "get your clothes off and fuck me with your cock before I die...."
The impassioned young husband needed no second urging now, and he stripped off his clothing within seconds. With an almost animalistic moan, he dropped down on top of her nakedly squirming body, and his rock-hard cock began searching for the tantalizingly warm moistness of her cunt up between her eagerly quivering thighs.
"Ooohhh darling, your prick is so big and hard ... I can't wait to feel it fucking deep up inside me...."
Ted's head was spinning and he was frenzied to the point of irrationality. He had never before in his life encountered a woman like Helen Cranshaw. She even surpassed the wildest dreams he had woven around her during the past few days. He breathed-in deeply the intoxicating odor of her femininity as his hands coursed over her soft warm body. There was an unbelievable pounding in his cum-filled balls, and he thought he would explode soon if he didn't get his cock inside the hot, welcoming valley of her wetly waiting cunt. He knew now beyond a doubt that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had never thought that a woman could be so completely and shamelessly aroused.
He couldn't help thinking of Anne, who seemed as frigid as an ice block in comparison with his fireball neighbor. And always before this moment of lust, he had thought of his blonde wife as being fairly unrestrained in lovemaking. Apart from her inhibitions about sucking his cock of course.
Now, the sudden, unexpected thought of his wife gave an added thrill to what he was doing. Reserved, disapproving Anne, who was so shocked by the lewd movie. Who acted as if such things didn't exist ... who had such jealousy for Helen. Well, he'd taught her a lesson she'd never forget, and now he was going to carry out his side of the bargain so she would have to let Helen's husband fuck her as they had agreed. Which, of course, he was determined she would do. But he'd always known, secretly, that he'd wanted to watch her get screwed within an inch of her life by their new neighbor, and part of the thrill would be in seeing it done while the other guy's wife sucked his cock or something.
His lust-provoking thoughts gave impetus to his sky-rocketing desire, and roughly, he placed a hand on each softly quivering inner thigh, and pulled them wide apart.
Helen gasped with lustful emotion at the sudden movement, and raised her hips up eagerly as she felt the hard shaft of the younger man's hotly throbbing hardness being guided towards the small, wet opening of her waiting cunt. She drew in her breath with excited anticipation as she felt the hard, rubbery head nudge impatiently against the delicate outer flesh.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh ... Oh God!
That feels soooooo goooooddd!!! Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh...!"
Her voice was choked with the agony of pleasure, and her softly rounded buttocks were ground into the cushion by the weight of his body suddenly pulsing down into her.
Ted heard her encouraging cries and continued to force his huge, pulsating penis into the tight cuntal passage.
"Oh God," she moaned as she writhed with abandon beneath him. "It feels so good ... it's so huge!"
Ted stared down at the lewdly squirming figure, her lust-contorted face, and was thrilled with savage pride. Besides wanting her more than any other woman he had ever had in this position, he could see that her desire was equal in intensity to his. She seemed a slave to the power of his driving cock, in spite of her comparative maturity and worldliness, and he loved the sensation of subjugating her in this way.
With a gasp, he sank his lust-thickened shaft to the very hilt in her tightly clasping pussy while she moaned in ecstasy beneath him. He held it there for a long moment, gazing down at the sight of her widely splayed legs, at the intertwining of their pubic hairs, black and black. There wasn't even a fraction of his sunken cock visible beyond her tautly stretched cunt lips ... he had buried his hot pole of hard male flesh to the hilt between her widely spread thighs.
At last, he began to withdraw his cock, pulling it slowly inch by inch, feeling her lubricating vaginal passage reluctantly releasing his thick impaling penis. When just the burgeoning head was still embedded, he rammed forward again with sudden violence, knocking all breath from her body, and making her legs quiver from the force of his in-fuck.
Helen lay there not knowing what she felt. She had certainly seldom felt so filled with a cock before in her life. She hadn't imagined that her attractive neighbor would be so big, or that he would become so charged with animal lust. She just hadn't thought he'd had it in him. So for almost the first time in her adult life she was completely wrong in her estimation about the man. He had taken control of the situation, and she wasn't so sure that she didn't like it. In fact, she felt there was something masochistically pleasing about the role reversal which had taken place. She had been the one who held the reins, only minutes before. She was the one who was in charge while the younger man had quivered and trembled in uncontrollable desire. But suddenly, the tables had turned, and he was calling the shots, and she was the one at his mercy to fuck anyway he wanted to do it to her.
There was no hesitancy about the way he was pile-driving into her unbelievably stretched cunt; he was obviously aware of what had happened between them. She had never before experienced just this sense of being used ... she was a mere instrument in the hands of the hotly aroused male whose thoughts and actions were controlled by the almost insatiable demands of his cock. She wondered if it was because he was a younger man that made this change in the course of things so unusual. Usually it was she who felt the thrill of power when she recognized the response she could evoke in men. But now, it was only too obvious that it was her neighbor who was in control, and she a mere puppet to his will.
Yes, it was no use denying it! She liked being used this way. It evoked a feeling that neither Gerald nor Steve, or any of the other men who had fucked had ever managed to elicit. She felt completely sluttish, a wanton woman, and she liked the sensation!
Now, her hips were beginning to churn even more frantically with her rising desire, and as her wetly clutching vagina adjusted itself to Ted's not inconsiderable size the pleasure began to unfurl and mount inside her.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...." she moaned suddenly, letting herself slip into a mindless state of abandon as the energetic young man fucked in and out of her tension-gripped vagina.
Ted felt a surge of strength wash through him when he sensed the beautiful woman's ultimate capitulation. Now she was really his! She had relinquished in the face of his superior power, and she was his to do with as he wanted. She was a raw, moaning mass of desire, and he had brought her to that state. She had encouraged him, flaunted nakedly in front of him because she wanted the pleasure that his own flesh could give. But instead of being the recipient of her favors, he had become the taker, and that was how he wanted it!
Her shamelessly excited cunt quivered and twitched around his deeply plunging cock, trying to suck it completely into the heated depths of her sensually writhing cunt. She was hopelessly aroused now, mewing and moaning with animal desire. She rocked her hips savagely up against his wildly pounding pelvis, her hungry cunt flowering open to receive his desire-swollen penis as for up inside it as it could go.
Her legs snaked up and wrapped themselves behind his back, while her arms pulled him down in a hot, tight embrace. Her head was thrown back, her dark mane flowing behind her as she clung to him, riding the crest of each wave of his hurtling passion. They rocked and bucked together as one, and the living room rang with the wet, slapping sounds of their uninhibited fucking.
Each deep thrust brought them closer to a complete frenzy of wanton passion, and Ted realized that this was fucking as he had always imagined it in his dreams. Completely abandoned, wild copulation between a man and a woman who wanted each other's bodies. He had never had anything even approaching this with Anne, even though at one time he had expected it.
Both their bodies were wet with perspiration, and the cushions under them jostled unbelievably as they smacked and fucked against each other with a rising tempo of frantic movement.
Helen couldn't hold out any longer.
"Oh God, darling, I'm almost there...."
Her voluptuously ripened body seemed to stiffen, her spine rigid, her inner vaginal membrane tightening like a vise around his thickly pistoning cock. And then....
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ... Oh my God, I'm cumming! I'm cum-cummmmming!"
Her body collapsed into a thousand tiny spasms which seemed to ricochet throughout the length of her sensitively aroused flesh. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes had a smoky, dazed look of pure lust. She was cumming, and already Ted could feel a warm mist of moistness come showering down on his blood-filled cock, bathing it with unexpected softness from the walk of excitedly gushing cunt.
Her greedily grasping vaginal walls contracted with excruciating rhythm around his own heavily tortured hardness, and he knew that he too, was on the verge of spewing out the full force of his accumulated passion.
Suddenly, with a groan, he fucked inward spasmodically, plunging his wildly jerking cock with pile-driving strength into the wetly writhing hole up between her thighs.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... I'm comingggg too ... Aaaarrrhhhh...."
At last, he was there.
And it seemed like utopia to him as his ' entire body seemed emblazoned with flashes of pure sensation. Unbelievable pleasure rushed in spasms over his climaxing body, and his brain was infused with a silently screaming rapture as his balls poured out their white hot liquid deep up into her impatiently waiting belly. He kept on cumming and cumming, emptying jet after jet of his hotly spurting cum into Helen's eagerly receptive cunt until gradually his spasms of ejaculation weakened and he sighed deeply with his eyes closed.
He forgot now about who was in control, about his desire to show Helen and Anne, or any other woman, who was boss. All he cared about was the fire-like waves of pleasure which were still tingling through him, decreasing in intensity, but gaining in depth. He was imbued with an unfamiliar feeling of well-being, the sensation he had always heard was the result of a satisfying orgasm, but something which he had never managed to feel. Now, now he had to get home and talk Anne into going along with Gerald Cranshaw when he made his obviously coming play for her....
* * *
"Honest, honey," she invited me over to fix a light bulb and was wearing nothing but a see-through negligee." Ted was explaining to a wide-eyed Anne who lay next to him in bed after her return home. "God, did I ever get hot."
"Did, did you fuck her?" Anne asked, her breath holding in her throat.
"Sure I did, right there on their living room couch. Remember, we decided to go along with what we thought they were planning," her husband answered, knowing it would put his wife into the spot of carrying out her end of the bargain whether she wanted to or not.
"And ... and now you want me to let Gerald fuck me, like we agreed?" Anne trembled slightly as she thought of lying beneath a strange man, naked with her legs spread wide and his huge pulsating hardness fucking deep up into her open cunt.
"Sure, why not," Ted assured her, his arm around her and his hand tweaking teasingly at her rapidly hardening nipples. "Remember how wild it was when I fucked you in the ass in the car?" It was something new and different and this will be too. After all, we love each other and this might keep things more interesting for us."
"Oh Ted, I don't know. It's just seems so immoral to let another man touch me after all these years of just having you."
"Don't be silly, darling. You just go along with him when he tries something, just as if you don't know what's going on. Of course, you'll have to resist a little and put on a good show so he won't suspect that we suspect. Then, after he's fucked you somewhere, we can arrange it so we can all do it together and watch each other while we're fucking the other person," her husband spoke softly. He could feel her nipple growing harder under his fingers as he spoke and decided she was almost ready to accept it. One more little sentence or two should do it. "Here honey, feel my cock," he continued as he took her hand and guided it down to his rapidly rising hardness. "Helen's cunt juices are still on it, can you feel them?"
"Ooooh yes, I can, honey," Anne muttered softly as her fingers closed over the warm wet juices still surrounding his penis. She could feel her own cunt walls throb inward and the moisture seeping hotly from them as the lewd vision of Helen Cranshaw with her legs spread wide on the couch entered her mind. She stroked her fingers slowly up and down on her husband's cock envisioning it fucking wetly in and out of Helen's hungrily clutching pussy lips as the older woman thrashed about wildly beneath his nakedly driving young body. She had taken all she could and rolled over on to her back, spreading her legs wide and pulling her triumphantly grinning husband over on top of her. "Ooooh, honey, I'll do it. I'll let Gerald Cranshaw fuck me any way you like, if you'll just fuck me with that big beautiful cock of yours. It makes me so hot to think mine will be the second cunt it's fucked tonight and its still all wet and juicy from that first cunt!"
"That's a good girl, Gerald will probably make his move any day now," her husband crooned softly in her ear and those were the last coherent words she heard as she felt his huge burgeoning cock, still wet and slippery from Helen Cranshaw's cunt juices, sink deep up inside her hotly waiting young pussy....
CHAPTER FOUR
During the last week Anne and Ted Michaels had had the most exhilarating seven sexual days of their lives, and she was almost adjusted to the idea of letting Gerald Cranshaw fuck her when me made his try. But, still she had lingering doubts. What if Ted had fibbed to her about fucking Helen? This thought lay heavy on her mind, too. Just suppose he was trying to trick her into getting things started with Gerald, and Helen never did let him fuck her? God, that would be awful! Today Anne didn't know whether she was glad of sorry that Ted had gone out. This was the first Saturday morning that he had ever left the house without first telling her where he was going.
If they had not reached that agreement after that wild anal scene earlier in the week, things wouldn't have reached the stage where she couldn't back out of it all. She would have explained to him what had happened at the Cranshaw's the day before yesterday when she went over for lunch. She would have told him about Steve Watkins fucking Helen in the bedroom, and how Gerald Cranshaw had tried to kiss her. Yes, she'd have confessed it all, but Ted would have been angry with her for not taking advantage of the opportunity.
Instead, she had no one she could confide in. Her mind had turned over and over again the recollection of Gerald's kiss. She tried to analyze every little detail leading up to it, wondering if there wan anything in her behavior to make the man think that she was ready for that sort of thing. But obviously he thought she was ... just assumed it, because his own wife was promiscuous.
Well, she hoped she had showed him differently. She knew he had been amazed when she had run out of the house. That was the last thing he had expected. Obviously, he was used to getting his own way with women, and had been astonished at her lack of cooperation. Maybe he would be a little more subtle and clever in his next approach so she wouldn't have to reject him out right. It was going to be hard enough going through with it now without knowing whether or not Ted had lied to her about actually fucking Helen Cranshaw. She hoped she would have some concrete proof before she actually had to let Gerald Cranshaw get her panties down around her ankles.
Now as Anne glanced out her window in passing, she froze suddenly as she spotted Gerald Cranshaw crossing the yard toward her apartment! Her first instinct was to hide, pretending no one was home. She felt she just couldn't possibly face her neighbor this morning. In fact, she didn't want to see him again at all. But yet, she couldn't bring herself to take refuge in flight because Ted would be angry with her. She just stood there rooted to the spot, and waited for him to ring the bell.
Even though she had been expecting it, when the door bell rang it made her jump. Her heart was pounding as she moved over to it, and tried to open it as casually as possible. She had decided on a cool but polite demeanor, a way of silently convincing him that she knew nothing about his and Helen's plan to seduce she and Ted. She also knew she couldn't put off a confrontation forever, even though she did have doubts about Helen letting Ted fuck her.
"Hello, Anne," he said quietly, smiling disarmingly.
"Good morning, Gerald," she replied without a smile.
"I'd like to talk to you ... may I come in?"
The young wife had no option but to invite him in. Much as she would have liked to, she just couldn't leave him standing on the doorstep and make him mad. She had to play along for the sake of her agreement with Ted but maybe could hold off going all the way until she really knew whether Ted was telling the truth.
"I know you think I'm a real heel, and you know, you're probably right!"
In spite of her earlier resolve to remain cool, Anne found herself softening a little. It was true that she found Gerald Cranshaw to be extremely handsome, and his present sincere manner had it's way of disarming her. Actually, maybe if Ted did want to watch while another guy fucked her, this one wouldn't be too bad.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked politely, feeling that it might help to ease the tension.
He accepted a Scotch, and she joined him in a very small one.
"I really do want to apologize," he went on, "for the way I acted yesterday. I don't know why I did it. But I suppose that it was because I knew my wife to be in the bedroom with another man...."
Anne felt a surge of sympathy for her neighbor. She had assumed that he condoned Helen's behavior, but maybe she had read him wrong. Maybe he loved her just as much as any husband did his wife, even if she was in the bedroom with another guy the other day....
"Well, it was a strange situation" ... She smiled warmly at him, feeling her nervousness evaporating. He looked sort of virile, and to her eyes, now very nice. She just wondered how he would try to work her seduction and if she could hold off until she had proof Ted had fucked Helen, she found herself thinking. He must be crazy about her, but maybe feels just the same as Ted about keeping a marriage sexually exciting.
Now, all she had to do was keep up her act and see what he came up with.
Gerald glanced at the attractive younger woman out of the corner of his eye. He could tell instinctively that she was relenting, and was glad that he had decided to come over and make amends. There was no denying that the cool little blonde really turned him on. Women, especially younger ones, were usually defenseless in the face of his charms, and to be rebuffed was a completely new experience for him...."Well, am I forgiven?"
He couldn't resist asking her that question, even though he knew it might be premature.
"Yes, I suppose so," Anne smiled, finishing her drink. She had meant to act stern and forbidding with this good-looking man, but instead he had warmed her with his hang-dog look and his appealing desire for forgiveness.
"But it must be hard for you," she went on carefully, hoping to draw him out and find out how he handled it, "To come home and find your wife...."
"Being fucked by another man?"
Anne flinched from his casual use of the obscene word, and Gerald, watching her closely, noticed it.
"Might as well call a spade a spade," he said frankly. "But I'm used to it now!"
Immediately, he saw the effect his words had on the sympathetically acting Anne, and he decided to elaborate.
"At first it was hard," he lied. "But because I love Helen so much, I decided to turn a blind eye to her activity. I thought she'd get over it when she had; tested the security of marriage. But she never has ... at least, not yet!"
"But how terrible for you!" Anne agreed, knowing he was putting on an act as part of his seduction plan.
Gerald hid a gleeful smile, and went on untruthfully.
"You can't imagine how demoralizing it is to wonder on your way home whether or not your wife is going to be alone!"
"But you seemed so nonchalant and uncaring the day Steve was there!"
"That was just a cover-up for my real feelings," he replied smoothly, "I didn't want to let you know how I really felt...."
"So even making a pass at me was all part of the pretense," Anne wondered aloud, knowing it was all part of the plot of her seduction.
"No! That part was real! You looked so sexually attractive, I just couldn't help myself...."
"Why, thank you, Gerald," Anne found herself saying. "I guess that's a compliment!
The impatient man couldn't conceal his delight at the success of his ruse. It was succeeding far better than he'd thought ... Quickly, he moved over to her, and without hesitation, he enclosed her in his arms, his mouth searching for hers in rising passion.
"Oh, Anne, I'm crazy about you ... I can't get you out of my mind...."
Anne went rigid with surprised shock, unable to believe that he would try the same crudely planned play again. God, couldn't he be a little more inventive? Does he think I'm that easy? She pulled away from him, her eyes blazing.
"Please don't, Gerry!" she stated firmly. "After all, we're both married people."
The self-congratulatory smile faded from Gerald's face, and he stared in disbelief at the blonde who was turning him down. Then a slow, seething determination began to stir deep inside him, and his face became set with a bitter resolve.
"Why don't you wake up and grab a little fun for yourself while you can? After all, that's what your husband is doing!"
The disappointed blonde stared blankly at him.
"What do you mean?" she finally gasped, thinking that perhaps he was going to prove to her that what Ted had said was right. Still, a dreadful feeling of suffocating trepidation engulfed her, and she thought she was about to faint. If he did prove it then she would have to let him fuck her.
"Just because you're cold and prudish, it doesn't mean everyone is. And when something's offered on a platter...."
"What do you mean?"
Anne hadn't meant to scream, but she couldn't help it. She had to know. Where was Ted and what was he doing??
"Where's my husband?" she said, making a powerful effort to keep her voice controlled.
"How should I know? You tell me, where's my wife?"
"What are you trying to say?!"
The words jerked out of her mouth, and she stared at the smirking man before her, her eyes narrowing.
"I think I know where Helen might be. Maybe Ted's with her...."
"Why should he be with her-he's not!" a desire to discover the truth fought within her.
"Well, he had a drink at our house last night ... only I wasn't there. He and Helen were alone...."
He enjoyed the effect his words had on the distraught blonde. But he didn't think it was quite the time to tell her that Helen had enjoyed the fuck of her life with her husband. No, that would wait.
Anne didn't know whether to believe him, but yet ... Ted had given exactly the same story to her in bed before he had fucked her. But that didn't mean they both couldn't be planning this ... she'd have to see it to believe it!
"Now if you like," he drawled carelessly, "we can drive out and take a look where I think they might be "
Anne acted on impulse. She didn't stop to think about anything but the fact that she wanted to discover the truth about her husband and Helen. She just had to find out before she let Gerald Cranshaw strip her naked and fuck her.
She didn't say anything on the long drive into the country. Once or twice, she was tempted to ask Gerald where exactly they were going, but decided against it. Besides, her thoughts were too tempestuous to allow her any escape, however short, from them. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that what Gerald was saying was probably untrue. Ted would never have the courage to make the first advance with a married woman, especially with someone as mature as Helen. Maybe they both had a plot going, Ted and Gerald, to lie to her so she would let Gerald fuck her and then they would pull the same thing on Helen. Maybe Steve was an old boyfriend and Helen just let him fuck her the other day in the bedroom for old times sake.
She realized then that the car was stopping. They were pulling off a deserted country road, and just ahead she could see a little, rustic looking country cabin. Without speaking, Gerald got out of the car and began walking to the front door, and Anne followed him, anxious to find out what she might see when it was opened.
Once inside, the house proved to be quite deserted.
"Well, it looks as if I was mistaken!" There was a mocking tone in Cranshaw's voice, but Anne decided to ignore it.
"Yes, it certainly does...." the thought of a dual plot being reinforced in her mind.
"Yep!"
"Then we came all this way for nothing!"
"Not quite for nothing...."
Something in his voice made Anne look quickly at him. What she read in his handsome features shocked her. His dark, penetrating eyes reflected pure, animalistic lust of an intensity that made her shiver involuntarily from the thoughts she had the other night of his long, thick cock fucking deep up inside her hotly responding cunt.
"I think we'd better get back," she said, trying to sound more casual than she felt. She couldn't give in to him until she had absolute proof that Helen was letting Ted fuck her too.
"Aren't you going to give me a little something in return for driving you all the way out here?"
"What do you mean, a little something? Her voice was contemptuous, but Gerald was determined not to be too impatient with her.
"How about a taste of that hot little cunt of yours?"
Anne's face flushed crimson and a wave of anger flooded through her. She didn't know what to say. Surely he didn't seriously expect ... Then, with frightening clarity, she remembered his passionate kiss that day she had lunched with Helen. She recalled his frantic kneading of her breast ... she remembered how again he had tried to kiss her less than an hour ago in her own home!
Oh God, what a fool I've been ... the helplessness of her situation crowded in on her as she tried to think what to do. She had come all the way here with him, on a flimsy pretext. She hadn't even found out rightly where they were, and there was no one at all around to help her out. She was alone with him, in this deserted place, and God only knows what he intended to do with her! All he had to do was prove to her that Ted had fucked Helen and she would open her legs for him too. But she couldn't tell him that. And she wasn't about to do it unless he did!
"Please, Gerald...." she turned pleading, imploring eyes on him, but he returned her gaze with coldly passionate disinterest. Already, his eyes were devouring her fearfully quivering body and she shrank back.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of me! I wouldn't hurt you for the world, honey...."
"Please, Gerald, take me home, please...." she was almost sobbing now, and hysteria was rising inside her, threatening to choke her. She had to know first about Ted and Helen, Oh God, she had to know before she let this man fuck her. She had to know it was mutual among them all or it would be adultery.
"No use crying or shouting you know ... there's no one around for miles."
Anne knew he was right. What could she do? If she ran, he'd catch up with her. If she tried to struggle, he'd overpower her. She was completely at his mercy ... that is, if he had any!
"What do you want from me?" she finally asked weakly.
"I told you, honey, and now I'll show you so that you don't have to ask anymore questions...." he said as he moved toward her slowly.
"You're just like all the rest," he said. "Putting up a "don't touch me" front, but a little ways down you're just dying to be fucked half to death. You're crazy to have some hot cock shoved into that tight little pussy of yours, aren't you, baby?"
She shook her head, but as soon as she had done it she knew that it was a mistake. The smile faded from Gerald's face and he grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked her frightened face toward him.
"Yes you are, and it's about time someone showed you what you're really like...."
His free hand dropped to her thigh, and immediately began to slide upward along its firmly curving flesh. Anne stared stonily ahead, determined to ignore him. There was nothing she could do anyway. She was completely in his power and had to submit to whatever he wanted. The only thing was, she just couldn't forgive herself for being so blind as to accompany him in his car. How could I have been so stupid? she kept saying over and over to herself. But she was brought back to reality by the undeniable realization that Gerald's hand had finally reached her panties.
Without hesitation, his outstretched middle finger slipped under the elastic leg band, and she couldn't help drawing in a quick gasp of breath when it came into searing contact with the first straying wisps of her soft blonde pubic curls. She tried to take her mind off what was happening, but she found it impossible to banish the realization that a man she barely knew was feeling her secret cunt flesh underneath her panties.
She wondered again whether she should make even an attempt at escape. But immediately, she decided against it. She was bound to lose, and she now had an insight into her neighbor's real temperament. If she tried to cross him things might be even worse for her. He might even murder her if she enraged him enough!
Gerald pulled her over to an old couch against the wall, and pulled her down on it. At once he slid his hand back under her skirt, and his hungrily searching middle finger came into sudden contact with the sensitive outer flesh of her vagina. Involuntarily, a shiver of pleasure rippled through her, followed immediately by one of shame. Before that night at the film, and the garbage dump afterwards, she had barely allowed her own husband to touch her there, and now, a near stranger was almost fingering her without thought of decency or morals. And what's more, doing so with utter contempt for her and what she was feeling. Not for the first time, Anne wished she had never set eyes on the Cranshaws. Things had gone along perfectly until the wanton couple had forced themselves into their life, and already, they were making a real mess of it, she thought on the verge of tears.
"Well, honey, how do you like my hand on your hot little pussy?"
Anne decided not to answer him. What could she say? The truth? No! That would only anger him. And she couldn't lie. Oh no, no matter what, she wouldn't pretend, not even for a second, that she enjoyed his lewd fingering of her cunt. That he could even imagine that she would enjoy such a lascivious act was to her incomprehensible. The most she could hope for was that whatever he wanted of her would be over soon. Oh God, if she only knew whether Ted and he were telling the truth, then she could just let herself go and let him fuck her anyway he wanted to.
Suddenly, the hotly questing finger plunged into the warm, velvety folds of her softly quivering cunt, making her moan involuntarily from the unexpected contact. Well, it didn't feel as bad as she thought it would with a stranger. At least, he didn't hurt her. She gritted her teeth and pressed her lips tightly together as Gerald Cranshaw continued to probe around the moist recesses of her secret vagina, gently stroking and massaging the soft satiny flesh beneath her soft blonde pussy curls.
Anne's dress was bunched up around her thighs, and his extended finger was stretching the elastic leg band of her panties to the breaking point. She didn't want to look down at herself, she knew how she must look. Her embarrassment was complete already, without a mental picture to torture herself. Gerald had released her hair and now, with his free hand, he tugged suddenly at the confining panties and managed-to slip them down over her voluptuously curving buttocks down around her knees. Unable to help herself, Anne glanced down and saw the golden triangle of her pubic "vee", naked and exposed, and her thighs unwillingly parted in a way that was almost obscene.
"Oh God, this can't be me," she thought helplessly. "And I don't even know yet if his wife's letting my husband fuck her."
Just then, Gerald's deftly stroking fingers came into shattering contact with the tiny little bud of her clitoris. Anne's body went rigid with surprise and shock, and then....
She tried to fight it, tried to deny that it was happening. But she couldn't. She was powerless against the sudden tide of pleasure which swept over her from the jolting contact. Oh God! She was becoming aroused from her neighbor's obscene fondling of her sensitive vaginal flesh!
"Oh noooooooooo...." she sobbed wildly, twisting her naked buttocks in a last, desperate effort to escape the sensations of unwanted pleasure which were beginning to run rampant throughout her unwilling body. But she was too late. She was overcome by the outward-spreading ripples of passionate arousal which emanated from her warmly tingling pussy as his fingers plundered the warm throbbing flesh up between her widespread legs. Each skillful caress of her already swelling clitoris made her gasp and tremble with new pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy Gerald's lascivious fingering of her vagina, and there was nothing she could do about it! It didn't matter if Ted was fucking Helen or not! Besides, she rationalized, I'm not letting him actually fuck my cunt with his cock, he's only fingering it!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmmmm...."
She had to let herself go. There was nothing else her hotly responding cunt would let her do. She had to give herself over completely to the wild, new waves of pleasure convulsing her wildly writhing body. There was no hiding her desire now ... it was too late for that!
Shame, humiliation, anger at being tricked by his promise that her husband was here fucking his wife took a definite second place now as she was overwhelmed by surge after surge of pleasurable sensations deep up inside her now hungrily squeezing cunt walls. She didn't care that Gerald had been right, that she was just like all other women. She didn't care about that or his other taunts. All she cared about now was grinding her desire-ridden pussy up against the wonderful pleasure-giving fingers which were fucking so beautifully up into the churning flesh of her wetly pulsing pussy.
Her smooth creamy thighs now spread themselves voluntarily, and she lifted her naked buttocks up off the couch, willingly presenting the open plane of her helplessly aroused cunt to her older neighbor's tantalizing fingers. She didn't care about the lewd image she presented, half sprawled on the old couch, her legs wantonly spread, her hips churning rhythmically in simulation of the tempo of love-making.
All at once, Gerald found the hungrily clasping hole of her cunt with another finger, and without preamble, plunged it, too, deep up into the hotly contracting orifice of her pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... Oh God! Oh God!" Anne moaned and mewed like a madwoman, the inner membrane of her greedily clutching pussy closing in on and squeezing with surprising strength Gerald's fingers. She couldn't seem to get enough of the hard, thrusting digits. Without thinking, her hand dropped between her outstretched legs, and she pressed it against the back of Cranshaw's wetly working palm, forcing his fingers harder and deeper up into the frantically milking channel of her cunt.
Gerald was surprised at the intensity of the reaction he had caused. He had no idea she'd respond so passionately, and felt a thrill of pride that he had been the instigator of such wanton lust. It pleased him that he had been right about the untouched reservoir of her desire, all the more so since Anne herself hadn't even suspected it was there.
The knowledge of her hidden sexuality excited him and made him even more interested in the younger woman. Sorry though he was to have to trick her the way he had, he was glad in a sense that he had, because it meant she was now in his power. He had wanted to fuck this beautiful, proud young woman since he'd first seen her, and now, it was only a matter of time ... then, after he had fucked her once, he could go over to her apartment and fuck her anytime of the day he wanted to do it to her.
Anne knew that she was close to cumming just from his fingerfucking of her cunt. She also knew that it would be an orgasm unlike any other she had ever experienced just because it was another man and not her husband who had his fingers in her cunt. Already she could feel the tension building up in the base of her spine, and tiny spasms of electric pleasure were convulsing through her. Her wildly uninhibited churning increased with each passing second, as her avaricious pussy tried to suck in Gerald's plunging fingers, closing in on them relentlessly.
Desperately, she ground her hard, trembling clitoris against his knuckles, and as wave after wave of erotic pleasure rippled through her cunt, involuntary moans of animal lust issued from her dry lips. And, almost unexpectedly, she was there.
"Oooooh God! Oooooooh God!" A high-pitched scream which she barely recognized as hers resounded in the cabin, and then she was falling into a whirlpool which immediately drew her into its vortex. Her hips were battering mercilessly against the cushions beneath her, and her slender thighs had closed in on Gerald's hotly thrusting hand and clenched tightly between them. Her softly fleshed buttocks raised themselves up off the soft material beneath as each gigantic shudder swept through her.
She couldn't stop the strange, animalistic mewing which seemed to flow from her throat, any more than she could cease the spasmodic jerking of her hotly inflamed cunt walls and pelvis. She had never experienced anything like this before. All the circumstances surrounding her shameful submission to her neighbor seemed to converge and turn what ought to be a mortifying experience into something almost sublime, and certainly unique.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh yessssss...." she chanted over and over, until finally, the force of the hurricane of her release was spent. Oh God! she had cum beautifully from Gerald Cranshaw's fingering of her cunt and she hadn't really let him fuck her with his cock. But she still had gone too far until she knew for sure if Ted was actually fucking this man's wife. She was ashamed of herself for letting her traitorous little cunt make her scream out and spread her legs wide that way....
CHAPTER FIVE
In comparison to the lewd finger fucking that had just happened to Anne, the night that her husband had had rectally fucked her paled. It was true that she had cum beautifully that night too, but at least it was with her own husband. Now, having cum so wildly with her new neighbor in such a cunt-rending way, she felt ashamed. She tried to tell herself that she hadn't any choice, that there was nothing she could do but submit to his finger fucking. But that consolation was nothing in the face of the recollection of how completely her body had betrayed her. A crimson mantle of shame crept over her features as she remembered how she had writhed under the hotly swirling middle finger of the very man who was now driving her toward home. She had thrown her legs wide, revealing the churning, blonde-fringed slit of her helplessly aroused pussy, grinding it shamelessly up against Gerald Cranshaw's obscenely manipulating fingers. And if he had wanted to, he could probably have pulled his cock out and fucked her with it and she wouldn't even have cared.
How could I? How could I? she kept asking herself, tormenting her guilty brain with self-accusation and knowing she had no excuse until she actually knew about his wife and her husband!
In this way the ride back was even more grueling than it had been on the way to the lonely, deserted cabin. Before they had reached their destination, Anne had only unclear doubts and half-formed surmises to trouble her. Now she had the painful memory, an undisputed fact that she had followed her neighbor on a wild goose chase, culminating in an episode too shameful even to think about.
Just the same, the wild, sexual act that had taken place between them kept on her mind. Even now, her ears were ringing with the sound of her own hoarse moans of wanton pleasure. Her body trembled as it recalled the thrills of lascivious excitement which coursed through it, and she could still feel a sheen of moisture coating her inner thigh, the overspill of her hotly spewing orgasmic juices.
She appreciated the fact that Gerald hadn't bragged about it or anything following her return to reality. Otherwise she didn't know how she'd have lived through those few minutes. She had to grope to find her wetly soaked panties, and had to put them on right under his amused gaze, had to fight for self-control as she tried to compose herself. If he had made one of his comments, I told you, you had a hot little cunt she'd have collapsed completely. But he didn't and they both maintained silence on the long drive home.
Another new fear rose up to torment the distraught wife. Suppose Ted were to find out that she didn't actually let him fuck her? What could she say to him? What explanation could she give for not believing he had fucked Helen? That she had accompanied her new neighbor out to a deserted place in order to discover whether he, her own husband, had actually done what he had said he had done or had he lied to her? Her flimsy excuse sounded so phony even to her own ears, that she knew she could never tell Ted the truth.
The worst thing of all was that she had cum like a nymph-whore anyway! She would never forgive herself for what she had done. It was bad enough the damage she had caused to her own self-esteem because her own desires had betrayed her and it wasn't for her husband but the hurt it would cause him if he ever found out that she didn't believe him ... and to think that she had been mentally wondering about his telling her the truth!
Oh dear God, what a fool I've been, she told herself again and again, hardly able to really believe what had actually happened to her. It just seemed too unreal. The idea of infidelity in any form unless it were part of her agreement with Ted, had never even occurred to her, and if it had, she never would have entertained it for a moment. And now ... she had allowed a near stranger to strip her panties down and to finger fuck her to a wild, cataclysmic cumming, something even Ted was hesitant about doing, knowing her disapproval. Tears started to her eyes, and she knew she would have collapsed in a sobbing, helpless heap had they not, at that moment, pulled up into the driveway.
"You look like you could use a drink before you go home," Gerald said, not unkindly, and Anne found herself dumbly following into his apartment. She did need something to bolster her before she faced her husband. He was probably home by now, and she had to calm herself before she encountered him. Otherwise, he might guess that something was wrong, and try to worm it out of her. He would probably succeed too, and that was the worst part and he would be angry because she had not carried it further and made Gerald Cranshaw fuck her with his cock to live up to their agreement.
Gerald ushered her into the living room, and she glanced around uneasily, the room bringing back unhappy memories.
"Well, what'll it be? A Scotch?" he asked cheerfully, but Anne didn't hear him. She was staring in the direction of the room where Helen and Steve had gone and left her that eventful day. The door was slightly ajar, and unmistakable sounds ... passionate sounds ... were coming from it.
"T-there's someone in there!" she breathed, staring wildly at her neighbor. Was Helen in there with Steve fucking her again? Or maybe some other man?
"Let's find out what's going on, then," he said quietly, grabbing her firmly by the arm and propelling her over towards the door. Anne didn't want to eavesdrop on the private scene. She still wasn't sure what Gerald's and her own husband's real motives with her were, and she didn't want to stay around and find out. But Gerald's surprise stopped her.
"Well, how do you like that?"
In spite of herself, Anne tiptoed a few steps into the room and craned her neck to glance at what had astonished her unflappable neighbor. Her head raced as the scene met her eyes.
For a moment, she thought she was going to faint, and if it hadn't been for Gerald's strong hold on her, she would have fallen over. The room seemed to swim in front of her eyes, making the two naked figures stretched on the bed whirl around in a lascivious emphasis on their lewd position. But despite her tear-brimmed vision, there was not mistaking the identities of the man and the woman or their passionate occupation.
Anne could see Helen's beautiful black mane of hair fanned out around her head, framing her lust-distorted face. In the center of this picture her glistening red lips were ovaled obscenely around a huge, blood-swollen penis, which was sunken halfway between them. Her eyes swept along the two clamped together bodies, to where the wanton older wife's trembling thighs were widely spread, the dark wisps of her pubic triangle jutting out around the flushed, moist face that was buried deep in the hotly pulsing pinkness of her naked cunt flesh. It was the face of her husband, Ted!
Gerald's wife was sucking and kissing Ted's desire-hardened young cock, just like the red-head in the movie had done, while he, Anne's own husband, was licking obscenely between her lewdly splayed thighs. The distracted young wife thought she'd scream as the full implications of what she was witnessing struck home. Anne realized as she stood there, that she had never seen a more passion-building, lascivious sight in her life than that of her husband and the wanton brunette licking and sucking each other's cunt and cock unashamedly, both obviously completely abandoned to their wild sexual task. The room was filled with the wet, sucking sounds of their tongues and lips, the very sounds that had drawn herself and Gerald to the room in the first place.
Gerald! She had almost forgotten about him in the agony of her own sudden revelation that all Ted had told her was true! She stole a glance at him, but his inscrutable features told her nothing. She couldn't help wondering what his feelings were, as he stood there watching his wife hungrily sucking at another man's cock, while that other man licked and kissed her wildly aroused pussy. It occurred to Anne that the scene in the bedroom was actually serving to arouse the older husband right then and there, and that his plans to relieve his growing erection centered around her own again hotly throbbing pussy! She assumed that he was possibly feeling the same thing as she was ... utter, cunt-flaring desire and a terrible sense of relief that she hadn't done wrong in letting him finger-fuck her to cumming back in that deserted cabin. Ted had told the truth! He had fucked Helen!
Even though she was trembling to the very depth of her being, she couldn't stop her eyes from straying back to the lustful scene. Her glance fixed first on Ted's wetly glistening penis as it fucked in and out of Helen's hotly ovaled lips, and then on the barely visible length of her husband's wet slippery tongue as it darted lizard-like in and out of the squirming opening of the brunette's wildly convoluting cunt.
Their two nakedly impassioned bodies moved together as one, every nerve and muscle stretched and tense as they quivered and rippled in perfect unison. They were both completely enthralled with what they were doing, and Anne thought unconsciously that she had never seen her husband's cock look so big and hard and beautiful!
A deep ache of betrayal was gnawing at the agonized young wife's insides, and she wondered how she would ever face her husband again after not believing and not going through with their agreement earlier. All she wanted to do was to get away from there, to let Gerald Cranshaw fuck her anyway he wanted to, to still the excruciating desire now flicking like wild-fire up through her hotly aroused young cunt. She had momentarily forgotten all about her resolve to put up a convincing resistance so that Cranshaw wouldn't know that she and Ted had agreed to go along with the older couple when they make their play for them, but now it came back to her and she hoped she could make it look good before her warmly flooding pussy took over complete control of her senses.
Her whole world seemed irrevocably confused. She was so new to this kind of thing. The last week of beautiful sex has strengthened the fabric of their marriage, and this final evidence that Ted had really told her the truth to be the agent which she hoped would cement it completely. What should she do? Should she let Gerald Cranshaw fuck her in his own living room so that Ted could see him pouring it to her when he came out of the bedroom, or, should she make Cranshaw take her over to she and Ted's apartment and do it in private the first time? Despair descended like a black cloud on the hotly aroused but confused young blonde, and she felt robbed of the power to act. She wanted to dash out of the house which was causing her so much heat in her loins, but she was paralyzed with passion and cunt numbing desire.
She had never imagined that her husband would derive such obvious pleasure out of the act he was performing on the lascivious woman. She was even surprised at the look of pure, unadulterated lust which masked Helen's smooth, even features, as her pouting lips closed tightly around the thick throbbing shaft of the rock-hard cock shoved between them. God! It could be pleasurable! Anne could see Helen's hand on Ted's desire-taut scrotum, squeezing his cum-filled balls in lewd tempo with the convulsive milking of her greedily sucking mouth.
She couldn't see much of her husband's face, because Helen's wetly writhing pussy was rimming his nose and mouth, but she could see the incessant thrusting of his wet tongue into the velvety pussy flesh, and she knew beyond a doubt, that he was reveling in the lust-inciting act, reveling in a way that she had never thought possible. God, why hadn't she ever let Ted do that to her?
"C'mon, let's get out of here...."
The urgent whisper jolted her back into the reality of the fact that she was eavesdropping, and willingly she allowed Gerald to steer her out of the hallway. It saved her making the decision of where she was going to let him fuck her.
"Well, Anne, your husband isn't as innocent as you thought he was!"
The passion-dazed blonde avoid looking at her neighbor, and didn't trust herself to make a reply. She had a pretense of shock to keep up to make it look as though she didn't know anything about what was going on and was afraid if she opened her mouth she would give her feverish arousal away to the handsome older man.
"How about having that drink over at your place?"
Anne nodded her head in assent. Silently she left the apartment, shutting out the loud wet sucking and licking sounds of her husband and his Gerald's wife in their act of oral love. Gerald followed her, watching her luscious young buttocks as she walked ahead of him. She was really ripe now; it would only take a little booze and a little work! He didn't know how really ripe she was at that moment!
When Anne finally reached the sanctuary of her own apartment she went directly to her own bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, sure that Gerald would follow her under the circumstances, and try to comfort her. A few tears and a few groans of no would make him think she was totally opposed to the whole thing. Gerald was aware of her total lack of composure, and quickly found where the liquor was kept and poured her a double Scotch, taking one for himself also. Then he followed the young wife into the bedroom as she knew he would.
Anne gradually became aware of his presence at the edge of the bed, and sat up to accept the liquor he offered her. As the first sips of the drink took effect, she slowly felt reason returning to her impassioned brain and composure to her body. In the familiar surroundings of her own home, the lewdness of what she had witnessed seemed more reasonable. At the Cranshaw's place, which she had come to look on as a sort of madhouse anyway, the act of cunnilingus seemed right in place. But here, the fact that her faithful husband of five years was performing sixty-nine right across the yard with another woman struck her in her vanity. She was jealous, but still her cunt throbbed with alien desire and she couldn't hold back any longer. She burst helplessly into tears, knowing this would do the trick, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Gerald was prepared to comfort her, unaware that Anne knew it all. His arms were around her in an instant, his voice soothing and reassuring., He had not been surprised to find his wife and Ted there in the bedroom, he thought secretly. He had known beforehand that they were there, just as Helen knew he was with Anne now. The sudden confrontation with her husband's infidelity had done it's job of shattering the blonde's equilibrium, and would undoubtedly work out to his own advantage if he played his cards right! He was unaware of the fact that Anne wanted to be fucked more than ever in her whole life and all he had to do was play the cards. Whether he played them right or wrong didn't matter in the least!
"Don't cry, honey ... I know it was a shock for you, finding your husband licking my wife's cunt like that. Try not to think about it, though, and it won't seem so surprising or shocking in a little while. Once you get used to the idea...."
"I'll never get used to the idea of Ted being unfaithful, of him having an affair with ... your wife!" Anne tried to make it look good.
"Yes, you will, honey, just like you'll come to accept the fact that your hot little cunt came like a river only an hour ago just by my fingering your sweet little cunt...."
Anne turned scarlet and her vaginal lips twitched slightly up between her thighs as she recalled the scene at the cabin, which she had almost forgotten since their return.
"Oh-why did you have to remind me about that?" she blubbered apparently miserably.
"Perhaps I just wanted to point out to you that people sometimes do things that they never thought they'd do...."
"But ... but you forced me into it! You took me out there against my will...." Anne forced more tears into her eyes.
"Well, maybe that's true, but I didn't make you enjoy my fingering your cunt!"
"Anyway that doesn't change anything now. Ted is at this very moment having an affair with your wife and that's the issue." Anne took a deep swallow of her drink and leant back against the pillow. She was becoming even more aroused by Gerald's conversation, and she knew she didn't want him to leave. She just couldn't stand being alone and not being fucked right now. From the way Helen Cranshaw was sucking Ted's cock he might not be able to fuck her for a week.
"Don't you care about what your wife is doing-like I care about Ted?" Anne probed his reaction to what they'd seen.
Gerald seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying.
"Well, yes, I do." he lied, as Anne knew he would. "I wouldn't be human if I didn't. But I've found a wonderful way to compensate for it. To make up for the fact that she is sexually involved with other men, and it really helps."
"W-what do you do?" Anne opened her eyes wide in feigned awe. She knew perfectly well what was coming now.
Gerald stared hard at her, trying to discover the state of her emotions. He decided it was time to play his hand.
"Have you ever heard that turnabout is fair play?"
"Turnabout?" Anne echoed, "You mean .?"
"I mean the way I get back at Helen and stop myself from being hurt is by getting a little pleasure for myself on the side."
While he was talking, his hand had dropped casually from her shoulder and was lightly caressing her breast. But she hardly seemed to notice it. Her eyes were glued on his face, staring in wonder.
"For example," he went on shrewdly, "when I look at Helen getting her cunt licked by some guy, as she was by your husband, I automatically think, why should she have all the fun? I figure it this way. If I get my share of the fun, and at the same time, hurt Helen the way she hurts me, then I don't feel too bad at what she's doing...."
His hand was closing in tightly around the hardening button of her nipple, but Anne didn't remove it. She was staring at him in alluring open-mouth astonishment. So this is how he approached it, played the pained husband. He was telling her that to console himself for his wife's unfaithfulness, he was unfaithful too? That was exactly what he was saying?
"What's good for the goose, Anne...." "But two wrongs don't make a right!" She couldn't stop herself from asserting some logic in her protest to make it look good.
"No, but maybe two wrongs cancel each other out...."
Anne looked around her. She was very conscious of Gerald's hand on her breast, insinuating itself now under her blouse, inching its way up to her brassiere. But she didn't know if she wanted to stop him. She was trying to figure out what he had said ... what she herself really wanted, and her mind was reeling because she knew that now Ted had really fucked Helen, it didn't matter what she wanted. She had agreed in a wild moment of passion to let Gerald fuck her. Besides, you have been unfaithful to Ted already ... Her own thoughts branded itself into her inflamed brain. No, she hadn't ... it wasn't her fault! She had to submit when Gerald started fingering her nakedly spread vagina ... she had no choice! But she had enjoyed it! She hadn't thought about Ted then, while she writhed her loins around in depraved abandon. Oh God, I don't know what I really want to do ... even though I promised Ted I'd go along with Helen's husband fucking me?
"Just relax, honey, and take it easy. I'll take care of everything." Gerald knew the young wife was ready to succumb to his will now.
He helped her to recline on the bed, talking soothingly to her all the while, his hand deftly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lushly ripened breasts encased in a lacy brassiere. She seemed unmoved while he reached behind her and unclasped the hook of her brassiere.
Immediately, the hardening buds of her nipples puckered in the cool rush of unexpected air, and for the first time Anne fully realized what was happening.
She tried to sit up, her resistance an instinctive reaction, but Gerald gently restrained her.
"Take it easy ... don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you...."
"But what are you doing?" She asked innocently, knowing full well he was making her tits naked.
"Nothing. Just trying to make you feel better. Helping you to forget about your husband and my wife over in my place, sucking and licking each other's cock and cunt. I'm helping you to forget how he has hurt you by having an affair with my wife. I'm trying to wipe out the image of Helen and your husband, locked together the way we saw them ... his tongue in her pussy, and her mouth sucking his big, hard cock...."
Anne could see them as clearly as if they were in the room with her, and again a slow wave of hotly swelling desire began to rise inside her. No wonder he had gotten enraged with her after she had walked out of that movie right in front of the Cranshaw's. He was probably already thinking of letting the older couple seduce them.
Her body shook with trembling passion as she stared rigidly ahead. Well then, he'd find out that she would keep her side of the bargain. She wasn't about to sit back and let him fuck that other woman silly without going through with her end of the bargain. She knew he thought she might be incapable of letting another man fuck her, even if given an excuse. But he'd find that she was made of stronger stuff than that!
All of a sudden she realized that Gerald had already unzipped her skirt and was rolling it down over her hips. He had pulled off her sandals, and now she was wearing only her panties!
Impulsively she sat bolt upright, covering her breasts with her arms. She didn't want it to appear to easy to him. No man likes to fuck a woman who just lays down before him and spreads her legs.
"What do you think you're doing? Leave me alone! Just because...."
"But Anne, honey, I'm going to make you feel better. You're going to feel much better even than when I stroked and fingered your hot little pussy. That way, you can forget all about Ted and how he's fucking my wife."
As if mesmerized, Anne stared at him for a minute, then sank back into the mattress. His words drummed themselves against her consciousness, and she found all need to show any further resistance melting. Why shouldn't she show that she was getting some pleasure, too? Especially some pleasure like she got at the cabin?
She drew in her breath sharply when Gerald tugged at her panties and slowly she raised her hips, allowing him to slide them down to her ankles, where they were discarded on the floor. She was now completely naked, stretched out on the bed in full view of her handsome neighbor!
Gerald stared at the sensuous young woman with lustful intensity. She was just as beautiful as he had imagined, and he couldn't take his eyes off her voluptuous body. God, she was going to be a hot fuck! His eyes fell from the creamy twin peaks of her perfectly moulded, quivering breasts to the golden-curled triangle of her slightly raised "vee". His stirring penis was already pushing uncomfortably against his pants, but her wanted to take his time. He felt he had brought his lovely neighbor to just the right emotional pitch, and she was suffused with just enough passion from watching her husband lick Helen's cunt that she could readily accept the wild stirrings of desire.
"You're very beautiful!" he gasped in genuine admiration, his eyes devouring the perfection of her alabaster body. Without wanting them to, his words of praise thrilled her. Another man thought she was attractive and desired her as much as Ted did.
All her preconceptions about herself, marriage, life itself had slowly, one by one, tumbled into the dust in the last few days. She had done something she had never imagined she'd do when she had succumbed to Gerald's fingering, just as she and Ted had agreed to get involved in something she'd never thought they were capable of. And now, she was lying completely naked in front of a near stranger, and instead of being horrified and embarrassed at her predicament, she was smugly accepting his compliments. How she had changed! But if Ted hadn't wanted to watch her being fucked by another man, she just wouldn't belying here naked before their neighbor, her cunt wildly on fire. It was all his fault and maybe he was right. Maybe it would be different and wildly exciting having him watching later while another man fucked her.
"Oh, Anne darling, you're so fabulous ... Gerald gasped huskily, throwing himself at her and covering her in an eager, hungry embrace. To his surprise, she didn't flinch or pull back when his warm, pulsing lips met hers ... instead, he found her responding.
Almost right away, his tongue slipped between her teeth, and she didn't resist. She obviously like it! Her own tongue intertwined with his and began to titillate each other, making her shiver with unexpected pleasure. Unconsciously, she pressed the nakedness of her full, straining breasts against his chest, and inch by inch, her weakly trembling thighs moved limply apart, revealing the moist, gleaming flesh of her cunt.
Gerald was kissing her passionately, his hands coursing lasciviously over her naked body, and she didn't mind! She was so wildly aroused envisioning her own husband next door, involved in a lewd act of oral sex with this man's wife?
She felt his hand drop between her thighs and gently grazed against her sensitive vaginal flesh, and she mewed softly with suppressed pleasure. Already she could feel the erect little bud of her clitoris throbbing in excitement, and she was amazed at the urgent responses of her love-starved body. Usually, with Ted, it took her a long time to get warmed up. But now, every nerve ending seemed excruciatingly alive, eager to absorb her neighbor's touch.
It's the drink ... I'm not used to it ... she told herself, but she knew it wasn't true. She was getting excited, shamelessly aroused by the man's caresses, in a way that she never had with Ted! Why deny it?
She stifled a gasp of surprise when Gerald finally pulled away from her, and she was conscious of an unfamiliar yearning. She felt almost bereft, her tortured body crying out for more of the incredible, enervating caresses.
"Look, Anne, honey, at what I've got for you!"
Her eyes flew open, and she was staring straight at the thick, blood-engorged shaft of Gerald's fully erect cock. The huge burgeoning head was held proudly aloft only a few scant inches away from her staring eyes.
"It's ... it's so big!" she breathed involuntarily, unable to tear her gaze away from the rock-hard flesh.
"Yes, it is, isn't it," Gerald smiled proudly, "and now, I'm going to fuck you with it. You'll enjoy it, just like you enjoyed my fingers fucking all around in her cunt back there at the cabin!"
His lewd words galvanized Anne into a wild desire to be fucked like her own husband had never fucked her in all their married years.
"Oh, yes! It's good ... please ... fuck it to me now!" she cried, trying to force him over on top of her.
And Gerald had had enough. His patience had been tried to the limit by this girl's beautifully spread young cunt, and he couldn't take it any more.
With a brutal movement, he shoved her hard down on the bed, while at the same time, he grasped a flailing leg in each hand. Oblivious of her moans of passion, he forced each wildly jerking thigh far apart, revealing the quivering pink slit of her hair-lined pussy to his avaricious gaze. For a long moment, he stared at the pulsating cuntal furrow, and then, goaded on by her shouts, moans and pleas, he guided the impatiently throbbing head of his lust-inflated cock towards the small contracting pussy opening up between her thighs.
The sight of the beautiful blonde stretched out naked on the bed overpowered him, and he had no more time for soothing assurances. There was a desperate clamoring deep in his sperm-filled balls, and he knew that he couldn't hold back a minute longer. He no longer cared whether she was prepared mentally for what was to come. All he knew was that he was stretched to the limit and that he had to fuck her now....
Anne lay almost paralyzed with hotly licking desire, flat on her back. She saw Gerald position himself between her widely spread legs, and a wave of sudden fear that he might hurt her overwhelmed her. The liquor-induced haziness cleared a little, and she caught a glimpse of the stark reality of the position in which she found herself. But it was too late! There was no hope of withdrawal from her agreement with her husband to let this man fuck her. She had gone too far. Gerald had been transformed from a comforting, commiserating friend into a lust-crazed robot whose only desire was to plunge his huge ram-rod into her helplessly pinned body.
"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHH...." her sudden scream reverberated throughout the room as with one savage lunge, Cranshaw succeeded in ramming his gigantic cock to the very hilt in her futilely resisting vagina. Anne lay there, moaning softly, completely skewered by the thick rigid shaft sunk so totally into the depths of her quivering little belly.
She tried to groan, but no sound came. Her throat was dry and harsh, and she was now sorry that the effects of the Scotch had worn off so she would have had an excuse to really fuck back right away. But she had to bear the responsibility of what was happening without any shield.
Gerald held his thick, impaling cock deep inside her warmly clasping cunt for a moment, flexing it only slightly, before beginning a slow withdrawal. The tight inner membrane clung tenaciously to his shaft as he pulled out, and when just the lust-swollen head was still enclosed, he thrust forward again.
"...Nnnnnnnggggghhhhh ... oh ... oh God ... Oh God!...."
Once more, he hit bottom, and was glad to find her openly spread cunt beginning to accustom itself to his long hard cock which was so deeply embedded in it. His fingers tightened o the soft, white flesh of her hips, and he began to establish a slow in and out fucking rhythm, driving his lust-inflated penis hard and deep into her gradually widening vagina, and then pulling it out again with the same smooth movement.
Now that the initial shock of being fucked into by a strange cock had subsided, Anne didn't feel too bad. In fact, she was confused. She didn't know what to think of herself, lying here spread-eagled, her legs out wide, while her handsome neighbor fucked his lust-hardened cock into her warmly responding pussy as though he had been fucking her all her life. The thought of Ted and Gerald's wife nearby, coupled together in a lascivious sixty-nine, kept recurring hotly before her eyes, so that she was seemingly surrounded by totally wanton, desire exploding images.
In spite of herself, in spite of the barrier she tried to erect between herself and her feelings, she couldn't deny the little pinpricks of pleasure which were beginning to shoot up deep within her cock-filled belly. She couldn't put a halt to the slow, barely discernible churning that was beginning to control her hips. She couldn't stop the natural acceptance of her eagerly receptive cuntal passage as it began to dilate in response to the deep, rhythmic fucking of Gerald Cranshaw's cock. She just couldn't bridle the passion building in her own body ... and she didn't want to! No, she didn't want to, because she had never felt quite like this before. Never had every sensory tissue in her body been so attuned to the reception of pleasure. This was a completely new experience for her to be fucked by another man other than her husband, and even though her initial reaction had been to try and suppress her arousal as long as she could, she was past that now. Because even if she wanted to control it, or stop it altogether, she couldn't! Because her love-starved body was racing completely out of control, just like it had in the cabin a few hours ago. Gerald had slowly released the tight, inhabited hold she had on herself for all these years, and had unleashed the tide of her stored-up passion.
Her voluptuously quivering body, with a liberated tightening of her cunt around his cock, began to move in unison with Gerald's long smooth strokes. Her legs reached up and locked behind his back, and her arms pulled him down on top of her. She felt the hardening of her stiff little nipples as they came into contact with the unresisting surface of his chest, and her wildly writhing cunt flowered open to engulf every inch of his wonderfully pistoning cock.
She was tingling from head to toe, every fraction of her hotly steaming flesh alive and responsive to another man for the first time in her life. A heady feeling inundated her brain, and she felt as if she had been released from a long imprisonment. The shackles which had chained her to prudery were broken, and she was free to indulge in being a real woman.
"Oooooohhhhh ... mmmmmmmmnnnnnn ... yessssss...." She mewed between passion-clenched teeth, her inner happiness rising as she felt new waves of unexpected pleasure coursing through her cock-impaled cunt. She had never thought that being fucked by a near-stranger could be like this. That it would be such a total, fulfilling experience. That she would ever feel so united, so unanimous with another man. This was sensuous pleasure beyond her wildest dreams and she was glad that she had a chance to enjoy it even if it took a force seduction by another, older man to achieve it. It was worth it ... and Gerald was right! It did make up for the fact that Ted was fucking Helen. In fact, she didn't care at all anymore about Ted sucking Helen's pussy while she kissed and licked his penis. She didn't care about them at all. Why should she, how could she, when she and Gerald were experiencing such an incredible journey into the realms of pure physical pleasure.
"Christ, Anne, you're a fabulous fuck!" He gasped in profound amazement as he labored above the wantonly writhing body of the young girl. He hadn't expected such a totally unabashed, wild display of lust, especially from someone as cold on the surface as this inexperienced and reserved young woman. He had guessed at the depth of her passion, but even he had been wrong. She was far, far better than he'd ever dreamed or hoped.
Their nakedly entwined bodies rocked and bucked together in quicker and more furious tempo, and they were both bathed in perspiration. Anne's head was thrown back to allow her blonde hair to fall back freely, while Gerald rode her wildly churning cunt as if she was a magnificent wild mare, not yet completely broken. His thigh-muscles stood out like a whip cord as he straddled her, and her own back was arched in a delicate curve as she ground the wetly heated flesh of her lust-ridden pussy up against his pile driving cock.
They were striving as one to grab at the golden grail of unanimous physical completion, and their moans and sighs of utter pleasure became more and more intense until it became obvious that one of them had to give.
It was Anne who couldn't hold out any longer.
"Oh God, Gerald darling, My cunt's almost there ... keep fucking it ... don't stop now ... "
Her pleas were unnecessary, but she hardly knew what she was saying, the lewd word falling almost naturally from her lips. Her whole body was tensed and strained, almost in pain from the unbelievable high pitch of her pleasure.
At last, her passion-tortured body seemed to collapse and dissolve into thousands of little pieces, and she began to quiver and tremble as if she was foam at the tip of a wave crashing onto the beach.
She flailed her quivering ass cheeks up and down against the bed, her legs tightening even more around Gerald's back as she drummed her heels on his frantically pumping buttocks. Her entire body seemed to open up in a last effort to consume him completely before giving way to a voluminous cloud of pure, sensual enjoyment.
Piteous mews and sighs of animal lust escaped her lips, and the convulsive clutching of her inner vaginal membrane almost pulled Gerald's pistoning cock from his body.
From the depths of her desire-dazed brain, she realized that her lover had also reached the moment that he had been waiting for, and her gratefully receiving cunt flowered open to take his cum.
' 'A aaaagggghhhh!
A aaaaagggghhh!
Aaaaaggggghhhhh! I'm cumming too!"
His battered hips added to the wild uninhibited pleasure she was already experiencing, and she flexed her pelvis upward once more again to catch the full force of his jerking, pumping penis as it began to spew out the full hot load of his hotly seething sperm into her greedily drinking vagina. His churning balls seemed to erupt like a violent volcano and emit a white-hot stream of boiling lava which burned into every crease and crevice of her pussy and set new fire to her belly.
As the overpowering tremors of their simultaneous orgasm at last began to subside, their perfectly attuned bodied still clung together, joined almost irrevocably, it seemed, at their wetly throbbing genitals. Anne felt that she was truly a woman, the other half of a man, and she was full of gratitude for the passionate neighbor who had shown her what it really meant to be feminine and sexually alive. Ted had talked her into doing it, and if it hadn't been for him, she might never have found out.
But now that she had, she knew she would pursue the course that lead to true womanhood, no matter what obstacles she might meet along the way. God, she loved Ted for forcing her to go through with their agreement.
CHAPTER SIX
Later, after Gerald had left and Ted had come home, and found her still nakedly spread out on their bed with Cranshaw's cum still glistening wetly on her open cunt lips, he had stripped away his clothes and without a word, fucked her within an inch of her life. It had been one of the most exhilarating sexual experiences of their married lives. They had described in detail what had happened to each of them and then Ted fucked her once more.
Afterwards, they talked about what approach they should take to the Cranshaw's now, and decided that it had been such fun just letting them take the initiative, that they should continue on with it. It would be far more exciting just to let events take their course and then describe them to each other in detail afterwards while Ted fucked her.
Of course, Anne thought wickedly to herself, perhaps there are some things I might want to leave out until Ted's really ready for them!
"By the way, honey," her husband interrupted her thoughts, "What ever's happened to that guy, Steve? Helen says he's a good friend of Gerald's and it wouldn't surprise me, one bit, if he tried to get you to let both of them fuck you in a gangbang. Do you think you'd like that?
"I don't know, darling." Anne looked at him with a coquettish smile. "Would you like me to let them and then come home and tell you about it?"
"Mmmm, you little tease. You know I'd rather be there and get one end of you, but maybe that would be the next best thing. Hearing about it, I mean."
Mmmmmm, Anne again thought silently to herself, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have two great big beautiful cocks fucking into me at the same time!
"I'm supposed to meet him later on next week again while Helen's away," she said after a moment. "Maybe he'll bring Steve along."
"Well, just don't let 'em wear that hot little pussy of yours out before you come home. Save some of it for me."
"Mmmmm, I think you had better get some of it now, darling, if you want to make certain. Steve looked like a very virile young man to me ... and I already know Gerald is," she crooned into his ear as she reached down and felt his hardness growing from the thought of hearing about two guys fucking his wife at the same time....
* * *
Anne closed her eyes in torturous rapture as she felt Gerald's hotly pulsating cock sliding in and out between her widely ovaled and nibbling lips. Her fingers tightened around the lust hardened base as she sucked the thick rigid shaft of hot flesh deeper into her hungrily salivating mouth. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the pungent male odor, and she could feel his crisp pubic hairs grazing the soft skin of her face.
"Oh God, Anne, I love the way you suck my cock!"
Above her Gerald Cranshaw's face wore an expression of lascivious desire, and his fingers tangled in the soft strands of her trailing blonde hair. Her full red lips convoluted around the swollen, pulsating penis, and she tasted the masculine piquancy of his warm male flesh.
It had been a month since that fateful day at the cabin, and on her bed, a month filled with unimaginable changes and events. Anne the prudish had become Anne the sensual. And now, nakedly kneeling in front of a naked man, she knew she was sensuous, knew she was a new woman entirely. She felt completely fulfilled there, with one hand holding aloft her neighbor's passion-hard cock, the other tenderly cradling his seething scrotum.
She loved sucking Gerald's cock, just as she loved all the other wickedly exciting things he had taught her over the last couple of weeks. She hadn't sucked Ted's cock yet, that was one of her little secrets she was keeping.
She knew she would always be grateful to her older lover for opening up this whole new world for her. The woman she had been before she and Ted got involved with Gerald and Helen seemed an alien being to her now, and she wondered how she could have existed in the almost numb state which was every day life to her then. So much had happened since the evening when she and Ted went over to dinner at the Cranshaw's and then attended the pornographic movie at the downtown theater. Even though it was only weeks ago, Anne felt as if it was light years away. Of course, it was hard coming to terms with the fact that the Cranshaw's hadn't made a move for all of them to do it together yet, but her own involvement with her new lover helped to lessen the blow.
She didn't know if things could ever be the same between just herself and Ted again. Well, she knew they would never be exactly the same, because she was now a new woman, capable of giving him the response in love-making he had always longed for and he loved it. But she wondered agonizingly if they would ever all be able to do it together in the same room. With mindless distaste, she could picture weeks stretching into months, filled with them doing it alone with each other's spouses and never together. She had suggested to Ted that maybe they should push it, but he had told her just to be patient. Well, she had been impatient a long time now and didn't know how much longer she could hold out. She really did want Ted to watch now while Gerald fucked her. Oh God, it really got her hot and excited to think of him looking on while maybe Helen was sucking his cock, or maybe even Ted and Gerald could take turns double-fucking she and Helen while the free one watched and fingered herself.
Now her mind turned momentarily from her cunt-moistening thoughts and she could feel the heated blood of lustful passion coursing through the hard, pounding cock in her noisily sucking mouth, and it seemed to her as if the burgeoning head grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft, velvety mouth made her young lover moan and sigh with new ecstasy, and caused him to shove his hardened thickness further back against her larynx, until she was sure she'd choke. But, nevertheless, she continued to accept the huge throbbing rod of flesh fucking in and out of her eager lips, as she licked and probed with fire-like lashes of her agile tongue.
She could feel the churning tumult of his sperm-bloated balls gathering in intensity, and knew instinctively that he was almost there. His fingers had tightened in her hair and with brutal strength he was yanking her face against his suddenly jerking cock. The flaccid flesh of his testicles stiffened and hardened and then....
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh ... Oh God, I'm cumming!"
Anne, with a shiver of illicit delight, felt the first hot spurt of gushing seminal fluid as it spewed into her mouth, and instantly she clamped her lips even more tightly around his ejaculating penis. She didn't want to lose one precious drop of the sensual fluid. Her cheeks hollowed and filled like a bellows as she struggled to keep pace with the torrential onrush of thick white liquid. It poured unceasingly down her parched throat, filling her with incredible elation. Her hand squeezed spasmodically on his emptying scrotum, as if she was trying to wring every drop of life-giving moisture from his cum-filled balls.
With a sigh of disappointment, she felt the sudden deflation of the hot shaft of jerking hardness between her lips, but she still clung tenaciously to it, loathe to let it go. But at last, Gerald fell backwards, emitting a satisfied animal groan, and Anne left with a feeling both of emptiness and of masochistic pleasure. Gerald had used her as a lewd receptacle for his pleasure. He had fucked her mouth, pouring his hot sperm between her greedily sucking lips, and she had enjoyed the sensation. Yes, she liked being used this way. It gave her a certain kind of basic satisfaction that not even the wildest fucking of her cunt could ever do.
"Oooh, Anne, my dear girl, you are learning to suck cock better than any other woman I know." Gerald breathed heavily after collapsing on the couch behind him. "Now, let me fix us a drink and very shortly, I'm going to give you the present of a lifetime."
Anne looked up at him from the floor as he moved to the liquor cabinet, her lips still wet and shimmering from the cum her tongue had left there when he had spewed out his semen in her mouth seconds before. "What is it, Gerald?" she asked smiling. She just couldn't imagine what else could be more exhilarating than the things he had already taught her, shown her.
"Oh, we just might have a little company in a moment. Have you ever heard of a double-fuck?"
"A-a what?" Anne looked shocked as she took a deep swig of the drink he had passed down to her on the rug.
"A double-fuck, my dear. Two cocks fucking you at once," he smiled at what he thought was disbelief on her face. In fact, it was a sudden enlightened expression that had crossed over Anne's beautiful young face.
So this is it, she thought excitedly. He was going to invite Steve over to share her with him just as Ted said he might. God, at last it was happening. She and Ted would have a chance to do it in the same room and watch each other. That is, if he was with Helen right now. If not, he could sneak in the back door of the Cranshaw's apartment and watch from the hallway. That would excite her to no end, to be there on the floor being fucked by two guys at the same time and know her husband was secretly watching.
"Well," Anne smiled at Cranshaw. "I'd better call Ted and tell him I'll be home late from shopping. Can I use the bedroom phone?"
"Certainly;" Cranshaw agreed as she padded toward the back bedroom. She closed the door behind her and quickly dialed their number.
"Hello," she heard her husband's voice answer on the other end.
"Darling, she almost whispered, afraid Gerald would hear. "I think this is it. Is Helen with you?"
"No, she isn't. I've been expecting her to call," she could hear Ted beginning to breathe heavily on the other end of the line as he realized something unusual was up.
"Damn," Anne muttered. "Well, anyway, Gerald says he's invited Steve over for a twosome. I thought if you were with Helen, you could 'just accidentally' wander in and we could all finally do it together."
"If she doesn't call before Steve arrives, I'm going to come over and watch anyway. Can you unlock the kitchen door so I can get in."
"Oh yes, darling. I can and I will. But be quiet when you do. And stay in the hallway so they can't see you."
"Don't worry, honey. And remember what I said: Don't let them wear that hot little cunt of yours out!"
"Oh you dodo," she grinned happily.
"Now just wait until I raise the shade slightly on that window that faces our apartment, and then you come. Okay?"
"Sure thing, honey. And put on a good show for me. Remember, I've never seen you get fucked by even one guy before, much less two at the same time."
Anne stopped in the kitchen on the way back to the living room on the pretense of getting more water for her scotch and then returned to sit on the living room rug. It was just in time....
"Well, what's going on here?"
Anne jerked upright at the sound of the totally unexpected voice, and found herself face to face with Gerald's wife. She hadn't expected her at all!
"Helen!" she finally managed to gasp, her face reddening, her heart pounding painfully even though she had been waiting for Steve to show up. She saw, with a shiver of surprise, the brunette's eyes sweeping over her naked figure, and then for the first time, she noticed Steve Watkins standing behind the older wife, a look of unmistakable interest on his face. Well, at least he was here. That helped.
"Oh, hi honey," Gerald called casually. "Anne's been giving me a blow job, and a hell of a job she did, too! You might take some lessons from her...."
Anne, her face flaming in embarrassment, didn't know where to look. Even though she knew this must be part of their overall plan and that this would happen sometime ... That Helen would discover her and Gerald together, it had happened so quickly without any advance warning what ever that she was flustered.
"Oh, she did, give you a good head-job, did she?" the woman drawled mockingly. "Maybe I should start getting a little bit jealous...."
"Oh no, baby, no need for that. She's good at this and straight fucking, but not as good as you in other areas."
"It seems to me a second opinion is needed here!"
Everyone looked expectantly at Steve, surprised at what he had said. The astonished blonde still felt ill at ease, embarrassed at being found in so compromising a position before she was mentally prepared for it and at being discussed so casually in such a lewd sense. She realized that Gerald's wife was fully aware of his affair, just as he had been of her involvement with Steve. But still, this kind of completely casual, and well, licentious, behavior was new to her and she didn't know how to react. She had expected the initial encounter to be set up more smoothly and with Ted present, too.
"What have you got in your mind...? As if I didn't know." Helen finished her remark with such an obvious, lingering look at her lover's crotch, that Anne involuntarily glanced over at the handsome young man, noticing the growing bulge beneath his trousers as his cock slowly rose to life.
"You take my word for it," Gerald interjected, Anne's a real hot number ... But of course, maybe you'd rather find out for yourself...."
With mounting excitement, Anne watched as Steve began to quickly strip off his clothes, while Helen watched with a kind of bemused look on her face. No one was paying any attention to Anne, as she hunched there, trembling and apprehensive ... she wished Helen weren't there, or at least, that she had Ted with her. And God, there was no way to get to that shade now-she hoped he would just come over anyway if he didn't see it go up for awhile.
She couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment when she saw Steve's long thick erection as he released it from the confines of his pants. It shot out, the length hard and throbbing the head rubbery and shining a plum red. Beneath it, the big heavy sac of his scrotum dangled pendulously, and Anne shivered at the sight of the lust-inciting genitals.
And then, she saw Steve moving towards her. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened as she tried to say something in protest to the suddenness of the whole thing. But no sound came. Gerald and Helen were watching her closely, and Steve's eyes were wandering avariciously all over her voluptuously trembling body. In a moment, he was beside her, his arms pulling her roughly towards him.
His warm wet mouth clamped down on hers and he pushed her backwards, making her stretch out nakedly on her back. A vague confusion forced its way into her fogged brain, and a strange sense of unreality pervaded her shell-shocked consciousness. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this ... this perfect stranger couldn't be going to fuck her ... not in front of Helen without Ted here.
She turned her eyes mutely towards Gerald, appealing for help, but he didn't seem to find anything strange or frightening in her position. After all, he had told the other man to find out for himself! So, she guessed she had just better go along with it. Besides, Ted would enjoy watching it if he ever did show up without her signal.
She felt her quivering thighs being forced apart, and then the sensual impact of a probing hand against her tender flesh. In spite of her shock, a thrill of familiar pleasure coursed through her at the lewd contact. Steve began a gentle stroking of her wetly throbbing vaginal lips, and involuntarily Anne found herself parting her thighs to give him easier access to her hungering cunt.
"Looks like she's ready to be fucked now!" Gerald called excitedly, his eyes glued to the enticing glimpse of succulent pink flesh between the blonde's invitingly spread legs.
"Mmmm, yes, it's nice and wet already."
Anne blushed crimson at the casual comments that passed between the two men, and yet, she didn't know what she wanted to do. She felt mortified and degraded by what was happening with Helen present, but at the same time, a part of her welcomed this outrageous treatment as she could show Helen Cranshaw that she wasn't the only wild fuck in the world. She could feel an anticipatory flush spreading throughout her body, together with a definite softening of her initial resistance as the lewdly comforting idea washed through her mind and made her hotter still. She drew in her breath sharply when she felt the hot throbbing head of Steve's rigid cock as it nudged against the quivering outer folds of her vagina. She was filled with a sense of expectancy, and allowed herself to drift towards helpless acquiescence A teasing, wicked little voice sounded inside her dazed brain and made her kick her legs out wider ... This stranger ... you hardly know him ... and he's going to fuck you ... in front of the Cranshaws!
Anyway it was too late. It had been for weeks, and she couldn't draw back now. The time for screaming resistance, for struggling against her fate, was over the minute her own husband had ass-fucked her in the garbage dump. She had left it too late, and now her cunt was in command of her cock-hungry body.
With a grunt, Steve lunged forward with a sudden thrust, the giant shaft of his fully erect cock entering her wetly waiting pussy with unexpected power!
"Ooohhhggghhh! Oh God!" Anne yelled.
All the breath was knocked out of her lungs, and she could only lie there gasping, staked helplessly to the rug by the deep, total penetration of the muscular young man. She felt as if she had been cleaved in two and her whole insides were filled to the beautiful bursting with the hotly pulsating penis embedded so deeply up in her belly. With one long, cunt-spreading thrust, Steve had managed to fuck his granite-like cock up to the hilt in her nakedly absorbing pussy, and now he began to flex it slightly, making the lustful sensation reverberate through her hotly quivering cunt. Anne didn't think she could move to save her life. His cock was just too big ... it held her captive just as though he had fucked all the way through her and had actually staked her to the rug.
At last he began to withdraw it from her cunt and Anne had to suck in her breath at the intense pleasure derived from the slow movement of his cock inside her. Then, without preamble, he thrust forward again, driving his lust-inflated shaft to the hotly quivering depths of her clasping pussy once more and Anne, through her passion dimmed eyes could see Helen Cranshaw down on the floor between their legs watching Steve's cock fucking into her. She twitched her cunt lips as tight as she could around it in defiance to show her what a good fuck she, too, could be.
At the soft, warm added pressure on his cock, he began to fuck into her, establishing an easy rhythm, his hands holding her hips in place. As he began to pump in and. out, Anne, to her intense delight, felt her inner vaginal passage had lubricated itself to accommodate the extra big shaft of rigid flesh. Of their own accord, her hips began to flex upward and rock gently in perfect timing with Steve's fucking tempo.
Her brain was still seething with tumultuous thoughts. Everything had happened so quickly. While they had been talking, Anne had barely grasped that they were serious about Steve judging for himself. She was completely unused to such behavior, even though her involvement with Gerald had loosened her up quite a bit. In fact, she had even come to regard herself as something of a swinger, but in a few moments, she realized that she had a long way to go before she had anything like Helen's attitude. And she didn't know if she wanted to, either! But it was too late for speculation now. She had been hurled into a bizarre situation, over which she had no control, and to which, she had to confess, she had offered no real resistance.
She was being fucked by a man she barely knew, a guy who had already fucked Helen, in fact, and he was fucking her while the Cranshaw's looked on, in wide-eyed delight. And what's more, she was definitely enjoying them watching and the lewd sensations rippling outward from her cock-impaled cunt. Troubled though at first by the fact that her husband wasn't there her love-starved body now didn't care who was fucking it to her. Her hotly grinding little cunt responded in the way it had become accustomed to doing over the last couple of weeks ... with complete, absolute submission. Her soft, beautifully curved feminine flesh welcomed the hard masculinity which speared wetly up into it, and her legs joyously spread even further apart to receive even more of his long thick penis into her warmly welcoming vagina.
Her eagerly receptive pussy flowered open to receive the deep, driving thrusts of his cock, and she arched her back to allow his lust-hardened shaft access to the very core of her hungrily waiting belly. The nipples on her sensually quivering breasts were completely erect, and her face became suffused with a glow of pleasure and acceptance.
He was a man, and he was making wonderful love to her, and that was all that mattered! Gerald had been such a good teacher that he had taught her love-starved flesh to respond, and now those dormant reactions which had been awakened were so finely honed that it didn't matter who her partner was.
"Oooohhhh. Mmmmmmmmmm...." she mewled in obvious arousal, abandoning herself completely to the carnal desire that licked in velvet flames throughout her wantonly writhing pussy.
Her arms swept up and fastened tightly around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. Greedily, she met him with her eager lips, and her tongue darted hungrily between his teeth and she ground her huge naked tits up into his chest. She forgot all about Helen, her husband's mistress, who was on the floor below watching. She dismissed the thought of Gerald, her own lover, a silent witness to her own wanton behavior. The only person in the world now was Steve, and she couldn't get enough of his exciting, virilely hardened cock.
"Ooooohhh yeeesssss, Steve ... I love being fucked in my cunt this way...." Her hot, lewd words were rasped out obscenely, and she was transformed completely by the power of her own lust. Her blonde hair swung back behind her, framing her face, and her eyes took on a hazy, glazed look of pure sensuous pleasure.
She was so enraptured by the electrifying thrills of excitement which jolted through her, that for a moment, she wasn't aware of new, unexpected embraces. For an instant, she thought that the soft, insistent caresses on her nakedly pumping buttocks were just her imagination, but then she realized that they weren't.
The fingers tightened on the softly rounded flesh, kneading and squeezing it as the two mounds were pulled apart...." Gerald? ... What...."
"Yes, it's me, honey...."
His almost matter-of-fact tone sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her, though she automatically tried to pull away from his unwanted hands.
"Hey, take it easy, baby," he crooned, "Let me get a feel of that nice, soft ass...." His fingers were moving in the soft sensitive crevice up between her hotly grinding ass-cheeks coming to rest finally on her tightly puckering little anus. For a moment he hesitated, and then without preliminaries, Gerald wormed his outstretched middle finger into the instinctively tightening little circle of her asshole.
"Aaaaggghhhh ... yes! That hurts so beautiful!" Anne squealed.
And her lover seemed to react instantly to her further moans of pleasure, and he screwed his finger deep into the tightly clenching hole. Tears of joy and wild, animal-need started filling Anne's eyes, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards her lover. How does he know all about such things? Gerald continued to rotate his extended middle finger teasingly around in her hotly quivering little anal passage, his eyes bulging with obscene delight as he stared down at the warm softness of her licentiously spread ass-cheeks. Finally, he pulled it out, making Anne gasp audibly with a sudden feeling of loss.
But the blonde wife's agony of loss was only short-lived. Once again, the insidious hands were crawling over the satiny softness of her naked backside, and now new, wild hope rose up inside her as she remembered Ted's words about them double-fucking her. Gerald was still rhythmically fucking in and out between her lewdly splayed legs with all the force of his unsatisfied passion, but Anne couldn't concentrate solely on the tremors of pleasure shuddering through her. If only Gerald would fuck her in her asshole before Steve exploded in her cunt, she would be in seventh heaven.
Now she heard Cranshaw voice again, this time hoarse and insistent.
"Roll over, honey ... get ready for ol' Gerald, because I'm going to fuck you too!"
Anne's body slowed at his words as she recalled the intense pleasure of his fingers ... Oh God! He was ... fucking like Ted had done that night ... anally!
But even as the wild, wicked thought occurred to her, she found herself being shifted, and helping as much as she could, with Steve agilely slipping beneath her, so she was on top of him, her cunt straddling his cock, knees drawn up by his sides, her heavily swaying breasts against his chest, her naked white buttocks defenselessly high in the air. They had reversed positions, and Steven hadn't missed a stroke. He must have heard what Gerald said ... surely he must have an idea what Helen's husband had in mind ... like they had fucked a woman like r that before ... Helen!
Anne wanted to cry out in encouragement when once again, she felt the soft spheres of her ass-cheeks being pried-remorselessly apart, and then, she shuddered in, renewed response when she felt the unmistakable probing of a fully erect penis against her thumbs spread asshole. She wanted to pull away, but couldn't. Steve's arms were wrapped tightly around her hips and held her in place, and Gerald's hands also were locked immovably into the soft, tender flesh of her thighs as he pulled her legs further apart.
A cold shiver of doubt rippled through her as the nudging against her vulnerable little anus became more insistent. Ted had fucked her there that night but this time there was a cock in her cunt too! Could she take them both?!!!
"Aaaarrrggghhh ... Oh God ... Oh God...."
A blinding wave of pressure washed up between her wide split thighs and she felt Gerald's huge cock being pushed into her rectum at the same moment. "Oooohhh God! you're hurting me a little ... fuck it in slower!" she grunted.
But still the incredible pressure continued, and Anne realized that her tears were dropping unheeded down onto Steve's chest below. She could help it ... God, they were huge together but she vowed to be brave. She remembered it had hurt a little at first when her husband had first fucked her back there. Her thighs were swept relentlessly aside as Gerald's lust demented cock forced and shoved its way into the tightly resisting anal passage where her own husband had first fucked her that night awhile back.
Gerald stared down, smiling in excitement a the disappearing length of his thickly sodomizing penis. The sight of Steve fucking Anne had been too much for him, and under Helen's prodding, he had joined in. He knew that Helen would enjoy the spectacle, because she had a voyeuristic side to her personality which she didn't often get to indulge ... not because she didn't have the chance, but because she always felt the urge to join in on the fun!
At last, he had embedded his hotly pulsating penis to the very hilt in the helplessly puckering passage. Man, she's got a nice tight little asshole, he thought wonderingly, I'm sure glad it's not a cherry ... I'd never get it in ... Anne had told him about the night in the garbage dump with her husband, and the thought of what she must have looked like, bending over and fucking her hot little asshole back against her husband's onslaught, always intrigued him, and he had known it was only a matter of time before he fucked her in the ass. too.
"Aaarrrhhh ... Aaahhh...." Anne groaned bravely against as Gerald finally began to withdraw his lust-thickened shaft, her tightly clinging little anal ring embracing his cock like a hungry little pair of brownish lips. When just the burgeoning head of his rock-hard penis was still enclosed by the tight band of her sphincter, he drove forward again, sinking it inch by inch in the slowly unresisting channel. Methodically he began to fuck into the subserviently kneeling young wife's rectum, slowly at first, but increasing in speed as her cringing back channel finally completely ceased its resistance and began to relax.
With each passing second, he was able to fuck more easily in and out of her gradually lubricating hole, ravaging the buttery warmth of her anal depths with new found lust. He was even able to time his thrusts to match those of Steve fucking into her from below, so that his lust-engorged cock was driving into her from behind at the same time as Steve thrust his hips upward impaling her wetly throbbing cunt on his penis. The two pulsating shafts swept into her twin passages as one, grazing against each other through the thin dividing membrane, buffeting her between them in a lewd sandwich-fuck.
Anne fought to get some clarity into her confusion-wracked mind. Her nakedly aroused body was tingling with pleasure from Steve's incredible, lust-inciting fucking, while at the same time it was reacting hotly to what was happening to her cock-filled rectum also. And once again, she was powerless against the heated desires of her own body. Her newly awakened feminine flesh didn't know the bounds to which it could go; it was unfettered at last by the restrictions of mental morality, and knew only how to take pleasure as it found it.
To her delight, Anne found that her shamelessly aroused body was beginning to respond to the dual asshole-cunt fucking it was getting! Her flesh couldn't distinguish what she mentally termed right and wrong ... it could just react in the old, primitive way.
Involuntarily, she found that she was swinging her fleshy white buttocks upward, flaring her softly rounded ass-cheeks to allow Gerald's long plunging cock full access to her openly presented anus. She was timing her body's responses to correlate with the two men who were fucking her at the same time, her lover behind her, his sodomizing strokes ramming far up into her belly, the man she hardly knew below her, powerfully fucking up into her cunt. She knew that Helen, her rival, was avidly watching the lewd scene. But she didn't care. She didn't feel it to be a degradation any longer to be watched by Helen Cranshaw while she was getting fucked. Not now that she was enjoying it. That was all that mattered ... the wildly exciting pleasure she was getting from it.
Her brain was suddenly cleared of all her doubts and fears and reservations. Just as her body had reacted in a basic, almost primitive way, so too was her brain accepting what was happening.
She had come to accept many things as normal over the course of the past few weeks ... making love with a man almost fifteen years her senior ... sucking his cock! Before she would have been horrified at the idea. She had come a long way since then, so why stop now? Why not enjoy everything her wonderfully alive body had to offer!
All three of them, Anne, her lover, and Helen's lover, were united, all wantonly writhing and swirling as one. The younger woman felt incredibly secure, sandwiched between the two men, and she felt almost exalted to have reached heights never dreamed of before. Unbelievable ripples of pleasure cascaded through her, loosening every nerve ending in her helplessly aroused flesh.
It was too wildly exciting to be believed, being fucked by two handsome men at the same time. She had never dreamed that she would enjoy being fucked by two men at once like this. She had never even thought about it, in fact, until Ted had mentioned the possibility of Gerald letting Steve fuck her too. And yet, here she was almost mindlessly excited, thrilled to the very tips of her fingers and toes, every inch of her hungrily squirming flesh screaming out for total, heavenly release. She couldn't hold back much longer. The pleasure, completely physical, mingled with the almost masochistic joy which surged through her brain, uplifted her and made her feel as if she were soaring upward, right out of her body. She had made contact with the real Anne Michaels and it was fantastic. Ted, Gerald, Steve, and even Helen were all responsible for the wonderful sensations of almost unbearable pleasure ricocheting through her, and she had to cum soon, or she'd go crazy. Then....
Flames licked at her befuddled skull and she was whirling around like a dervish. She thought she put her hands out to stop herself, but she wasn't sure, because the crazy spinning continued. Her body felt convulsed with spasms after spasm of almost painful pleasure, and in the back of her mind, she could hear the mingled groans of orgasm emitted by the two lust-crazed men.
She felt herself to be beyond the threshold of pleasure, of any feeling, in fact. She felt almost sublime, as if she had reached a state of nirvana seldom reached by many.
This is what I've always wanted ... she found herself thinking irrelevantly, because she knew that she had never known such complete satisfaction existed, let alone wanted it. But, deep down, she must have known. It must have been lying there, dormant, along with the other treasures which Gerald had discovered, and which he was bringing out for her examination, one by one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ted wanted to light another cigarette, but his hand was trembling, and besides, he didn't want to tear his eyes away from the Cranshaw's apartment window, not even for a second! It had been a long time since she'd called. Maybe Steve hadn't shown up after all. You're worrying about nothing!
But Anne's excited voice kept flashing through his mind ... something was going on ... and by God, he was going to find out what it was!
But still, he just stood there. He kept hoping that he would see the shade go up, confirming his conviction that maybe Steve had been late in arriving. But it didn't appear. Minutes ticked by, and Ted continued to stare morosely at his neighbor's apartment.
Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer. Anne, for all he knew, was probably still alone with Cranshaw. He was making a mountain out of a molehill, but he had to find out. With nervous agitation, he went outside and strolled towards the familiar row of buildings. He crossed back through the parking lot, glad of the gathering dusk that partially obscured him from view. He knew that what he was doing was crazy, silly even, but he had worked himself into such a state that he had to do something to soothe his curiosity.
He decided to check the back of the Cranshaw apartment first, before attempting the more tricky front view. He knew that what he was doing was despicable, but he just hoped that no one would catch him acting like a peeping Tom. Knowing fully well what he, himself, would do to any peeping Tom he caught didn't help either, but he was determined to go ahead with his decision.
The back stairway was in complete darkness, and Ted could see immediately that it was completely deserted. The only room with windows in the back were the kitchen and a bedroom, and these were both dimly lighted. Ted stealthily crossed the patio to the kitchen window and edged up to it; it was empty. Before he moved away from it, he became aware of faint sounds coming from the next room, and knew someone was in there. His heart was thudding wildly and his mouth was dry with apprehension. He wanted to abandon his scheme, but he just wouldn't let himself.
Suddenly, taking the plunge, he crept over to the other window, and looked fully into the room.
Ted knew that as long as he lived he would never forget the sight that greeted his suddenly widely bulging eyes. It was etched, in that instant, indelibly on his shell-shocked brain, and nothing would ever erase it. He knew he gasped as he looked in that window, but his expression of wild sexual excitement was lost in the still evening. There was nothing to prepare him for the head-on view that he had of the lewd, obscene tangle of naked bodies which met his gaze. The huge king-size bed was only feet away from the window, and there was some kind of spotlight from the ceiling, circling the lascivious tableau in a lurid halo.
But there was only one person that Ted really saw in the unbelievable jumble of naked arms, legs, thighs, breasts, and that was Anne!
He just couldn't believe that the beautiful blonde stretched out on the bed, a wetly glistening penis sucked hungrily up between her ovaled lips, and a slavering tongue licking up between her legs, was his wife. But it was. There was no doubt about it, and Ted was glad he had obeyed his impulse and decided to eavesdrop. Now that he had seen what was going on, he knew he should go on inside and jump right in the middle of them. But he couldn't move for the moment! He was rooted to the ground in an indefinable state of sexual excitement, and the lewd scene drew his straining eyes like a magnet. This whorehouse act was beyond even his wildest dreams, and his own beautiful fucking wife was in the very middle of it! And Helen....
As if fully realizing for the first time what was happening, Ted's lust-dimmed eyes took in the whole, lascivious sight.
Anne, his own wife, formed the hub of a salacious foursome, such as he had always dreaming of seeing her in. She was stretched out nakedly on the side closest to him, facing the window like a tawny well-fed cat. Her eyes were closed in rapt pleasure as she sucked on the thickly pulsating cock sliding in and out between her red, rounded lips, and Ted saw, with a cock-hardening lurch in his pants, that the penis she was sucking so feverishly was that of the young man, Steve. Oh God, if only I'd known they'd arrived, Ted thought. Why didn't she signal him with the shade?
"That goddamn wench," Ted breathed angrily, his hands curling into fists, "I'll break her fucking neck ... trying to leave me out of it like this...!"
But still Ted watched, masochistically unable to tear his eyes away from what was happening, unable to leave the sight of Helen jerking up and down rhythmically on the long, rock-hard length of her husband's cock skewering into the tight little cunt up between her legs. Gerald was lying flat on his back so that his dark-haired wife could straddle him and, at the same time, he could lick and kiss Anne's excitedly writhing pussy hovering above his face as she knelt and bent over in complete submission sucking Steve's penis.
Feverish thoughts tumbled around riotously in Ted's lust-demented brain. Bod, it was the most cock-hardening thing he had ever imagined. Anne, sucking a guy's cock while some other man licks her cunt! His beautiful little wife Anne? She hadn't even sucked his cock yet! He couldn't bring himself to believe that the lasciviously sucking blonde was actually his own wife. She just wasn't like that ... the Anne that he knew would be utterly repulsed by oral sex ... especially oral sex with virtual strangers. She would think it weird. But he couldn't help recalling the beautiful changes that had taken place in her since he had fucked her in the ass ... changes that he had been too busy fucking Helen Cranshaw to fully investigate.
Ted was conscious of a seething, murderous hard on, and he didn't quite know who to direct it against first! Certainly Anne ... his gorgeous young wife, pretending to be so against cocksucking and cuntlicking, while all the time she was sneaking off not just to get fucked but to have her pussy sucked by Gerald Cranshaw! Yes, he'd like to give that smiling son of a bitch a busted jaw. Not to mention that little shit with the sports car whose prick was being sucked by Anne right in front of his eyes. And Helen! That two-timing little slut! She was so condescending about the other man in her life. Well, she was riding her husband's cock like a wild woman, but you'd have to be blind not to see that her eyes were fastened avidly on the long thick cock of the half-kid that was ramming into Anne's mouth.
Ted wanted to dash in there and vent his fury on them all. There was a tight knot of anger in his stomach because Anne had forgotten about him, and yet, he still stood there, almost motionless. He was almost mesmerized by the lascivious sight, in which his own wife played such a leading part. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the four nakedly writhing bodies, whose unanimous fucking-sucking rhythm seemed to quicken with each passing second. Even though only a small vent on the window was open, he could hear the wet, sluicing sounds which seemed to increase the hold the lewd scene had on him.
It was almost as if he was drawn into the vortex of the whirlpool of lust that was generated by his wife and his mistress and the two men. As he stood there, he felt the dull throbbing in his groin and he realized that the salacious spectacle was beginning to excite him more than he could take much longer.
And then, while he was still hovering on the brink of indecision to keep watching or go jump in the middle of them, an impassioned voice rang out.
"Christ, Anne, I'm almost there! Keep sucking my cock like that...."
The half-kid was reaching an orgasm! He was going to cum in her mouth! Jesus Christ! Dumb-struck, Ted watched as the muscular, lean body stiffened, and then the cock began to jerk spasmodically up inside Anne's greedily sucking lips. Her cheeks hollowed and filled, and Ted knew with another cock-jerking feeling that she was drinking down the other man's hotly churning cum.
It was Helen this time, bobbing her smoothly curved ass-cheeks up and down like a yo-yo, her incredible blue-black mane flying wildly behind her. Her hands were clutching at her husband's waist as she fucked her lust-demented pussy down wildly on his lust-hardened cock. The full rounded circles of her perfect, upswept breasts jiggled and danced obscenely as her entire naked body writhed and twisted in her orgasm. The cords of her tightly gripping thighs stood out like velvet ropes against her creamy flesh as she bucked and jerked above the squirming body of her supine husband fucking up into her belly as he lay on his back below.
In numbed excitement, Ted also saw that his own wife was cumming too from Cranshaw's cunt licking. Her moans of abandoned passion were lost around the still pistoning length of the penis between her widely ovaled lips, but her entire body was quivering and trembling, and she was grinding her feverishly aroused vagina down against Cranshaw's wetly perspiring face. Her mouth was still gnawing greedily at the slowly deflating cock between her lips, and Ted saw a distinct frown of disappointment crease her brow as she realized that she had sucked it completely dry.
Ted couldn't take it a second longer. The four-way act, culminating in unabashed simultaneous orgasm was too much for him, and coming as it did, with uninhibited intensity for all concerned, it broke the spell that had been so unwittingly cast over him.
With something akin to a snarl of fury, because Anne had obviously gotten too involved to give him the signal, he hurled himself at the back door, and wrenching it open, stalked explosively towards the bedroom where the naked foursome lay in sensuous bliss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The naked figure of his wife in the bedroom froze in an attitude of smiling happiness as she stared at the man in the doorway, as did her three partners. For a long moment, there was complete silence, and then Anne found herself appealing to her husband.
"Ted, where have you been? I-I couldn't get to the window!"
Unexpected tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at her angry husband.
Presently he was upon her, his face flushed a dull red as he gripped her arm.
"You goddamn little wench! I saw you! I saw you sucking this bastard's prick while this son of a bitch here licked your cunt! I saw you, and you didn't even give me the signal to come over!"
"Hey, just hold on a minute, buddy...." It was Helen, and her voice didn't waver.
"You shut up! I don't want to hear it from you ... you're as bad as she is!" he glowered again at Anne.
The infuriated young husband glared around him, challenging everyone silently.
Gerald got to his feet slowly, facing the other man with an unconcerned attitude.
"For God's sake, Ted, cut out the dramatics," he said in a bored voice.
"Why you son of a bitch...."
"Why don't you grow up. We just didn't give her time. She kept mumbling about you coming over and we just stayed too busy to ask her what she meant." Gerald apologized. And she really did keep mumbling about wondering why you weren't here. Now why don't you give her a break and come on and join in. Helen says you're a wild man in the sack."
Ted stood staring at his voluptuous wife. He knew he had hurt her deeply by becoming angry at her, and now he realized how much he had been hurt in return by her getting carried away over here and forgetting the signal. His defensive attitude had been a natural reaction, but now he wondered if Anne could forgive him. If only she'd realize that it was just an outburst, that it didn't mean a thing....
New, more threatening doubts assailed the young husband, now that his fierce anger had subsided. He had seen his wife, when she lay there, in the middle of the naked group, and she was transformed from the young woman she used to be before that night at the theater. He knew, even without thinking about it, that it was the Cranshaw's who had helped to bring about that transformation. They had helped awaken her responses in a way that he had never been able to do, after five years of marriage! Now, he was berating them all.
"Ted...."
He barely heard the whisper, and looking around him, he saw Anne standing very close and gorgeously naked.
"I'm sorry, darling! I wanted you here so badly."
There was a softening in her voice, but Ted didn't want to trust it. Maybe she was just trying to get around him, to make him forget to be angry with her....
"I realize how stupid it was of me not to make them let me stop long enough to let you know," she went on softly, "and I don't blame you for being angry."
"W-what?"
"No. I don't. And ... and I'd like to prove it!"
Ted stared at her stupidly, hardly daring to believe his ears. Then he forgot all about what she was saying, when he felt the electrifying touch of her hand caressing the front of his trousers. He almost jerked back from the unexpected contact, and he was sure that it was just an accident ... But it wasn't. Almost imperceptibly, her hand began to stroke the growing bulge of his stirring cock through the fabric of his pants.
"Yes, you're right," she was saying in a soft, mesmerizing voice. "It was silly; but all that's changed now that you're here."
With a swift, agile movement, the young blonde pulled down the zipper on her husband's pants, and he was surprised to see the almost fully erect length of his penis jutting out through the opening. The reddish head was hard and rubbery, and there was already a tiny droplet of semen glistening at the tip.
"Anne, I...." he began awkwardly, not knowing what to say. In a way, he wanted to apologize for the things he'd said, but at the same time, he still felt angry, and jealous, over her involvement with the two men without him being present. He wouldn't be human if he didn't, he reasoned.
"Ted, honey, let's make love! Let's fuck right now and let the others watch us!"
The bewilderedly joyous husband stared at his wife, wondering if he had heard her right. He was acutely conscious of the three other peoplelying around listening avidly, and yet, he knew it was not the time to stand on ceremony.
"Don't you want to?" The question was whispered, almost timid.
"Yesss!" The throaty reply was out before he had a chance to fully realize it. Yes, he did want to fuck his wife, right here and right now, in spite of the fact that only minutes before he had been mad as fire at her. Yes, he wanted to fuck her, to discover for himself the new tornado of passion she had become. To see if the magic was still there for him. He worried that maybe she wouldn't respond to him as wildly after the two other guys had already fucked her ears almost off.
Feverishly, wordlessly, he began to strip off his shirt, to let down his pants. He kept his eyes fastened on the sensuously glowing body of his wife only a few inches away from him, and he blocked out the realization that two older men, and his ex-mistress, all stark naked, were watching him intently.
As soon as he was naked, Anne reached forward and gently touched his eagerly pulsating hardness. He couldn't suppress a moan at the cool, enticing touch of her fingers on his fevered flesh, which seemed to enlarge and bloat with increasing lust with each passing second. The room began to swim before his eyes and he thought he was going to pass out. A sense of unreality was beginning to crowd in on him, and for a fleeting moment he was sorry he didn't have at least the emotion of anger and rage to sustain him. Instead, all he had was lust ... a burning desire to fuck his lovely wife right in front of all of them, a feeling so intense that he was almost afraid to indulge it, because of a fear that it would go badly.
Anne's eager arms were around him now, pulling him down beside her on the big bed. For the moment it was empty, and he was disappointed that the Cranshaw's and Steve had suddenly left the room to afford them the privacy they mistakenly thought they needed for this make-up ... But he still was overcome at the warm suppleness of her nakedly soft body underneath him and thought maybe it would be good to fuck her alone for a minute. Her flesh was warm and yielding, and it seemed to him as if she was opening up inside for him like she never had before.
He could feel the hardness of her erect little nipples digging into his chest, and hungrily, he ran his hands down over the exciting contours of her lush young body. He could feel her eagerly trembling thighs opening of their own accord, and immediately his lust-engorged cock jerked towards the moist pink pussy furrow nesting beneath the sparse golden curls of her pussy hair.
He heard Anne draw in her breath sharply at the sudden, searing contact between his hard, masculine flesh and her softly pulsating cunt, and she began to grind her hips as she pressed her wet hungering slit up against his rubbery cock-head. Then he knew he couldn't wait any longer. The mystery of his wife's body was luring him like a siren, and he couldn't take the time to get there by a slow, meandering path. He had to fuck her, right now!
His hands tightened around her hips, and with a quick rasping groan, he lunged forward, sinking the hungrily pulsing shaft halfway between her eagerly splayed thighs.
"Aaaaaahhhhh...." It was a breathed sigh of delight and she began kissing him passionately to show her pleasure.
He continued to press forward, feeling her warm vaginal flesh giving way softly before his penetration.
He was all the way in, his hotly throbbing penis sunk to the hilt in her warmly yielding depths. For a long moment, he held it there, savoring to the full the surge of power that flushed through him, and then, he began to withdraw slowly.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... yessss...." Anne moaned in rapturous delight as he returned his hard male flesh to her warmly welcoming cunt. Immediately, he began to establish an easy rhythm, fucking in and out of her wonderfully rippling pussy.
Anne spread her eagerly trembling legs even further apart, and flexed her pelvis upward as her tight little cunt clasped his deeply fucking cock as though it never wanted him to withdraw. She threw back her head and ground her ecstatically tingling breasts forward against his hairy chest, every muscle taut and scintillating from the joyful experience of being so expertly fucked by her own husband ... and loving every minute of it!
Their bodies were locked tightly together as she spiraled her hips upward with a wanton movement that brought a groan from him. Mewls of animal pleasure escaped her lust tightened lips as man and woman rocked and twisted together, the receptive walls of her moistly clinging pussy sucking like a vacuum cleaner on his desire-hardened penis.
Ted was aroused beyond his wildest dreams. This was what he had always wanted ... a wife who would respond fully and completely to his love-making. Anne had never been like that ... till now. And even if it was Gerald and Helen who had paved the way for her sexual awakening by taking them to that movie, it didn't matter. What did matter to Ted was that she had reached a turning point. She was a real woman now!
Anne knew that her worries were over ... that right now she was able to fully respond without any inhibitions to his love-making with the others right in the next room. The future would take care of itself ... they could go on from there and he could fuck her in front of them and then watch or touch her all over while Gerald and Steve fucked her.
Their helplessly excited bodies flailed and tossed together on the huge bed, wet and perspiring, straining as one to reach the haven of true sexual fulfillment.
"Oh God, Anne, darling, you're fabulous!" Ted gasped through passion-clenched teeth, and his hoarsely uttered praise thrilled her like nothing had before. This was what she always wanted to hear, and at last she knew she had changed into the woman her husband had always wanted.
Her body began to shake and quiver with uncontrollable spasms, and her pelvis began to pound heavily up against Ted's pile-driving cock. A wave of red hot heat flooded through her, and unintelligible moans rushed past her contorted lips. Her eyes were rolling mindlessly from side to side, and her mind was far, far away.
Ted thought his pistoning shaft would be torn off by the frantic interior clutching of her greedily grasping cunt. He could feel it being washed by her excitedly secreting feminine juices, and the warm moistness seemed to make it expand and fill, until he thought it would explode inside her. Then, it did!
"Christ, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too!"
He fucked up into her wildly exploding pussy with vicious strength, their two nakedly entwined bodies bobbing up and down insanely on the bed. Her widespread legs were shuddering from the force of his in thrusts, and he was sure his massively heated cock had penetrated her to the very depths of her being.
He had never experienced such a lustful feeling as now went sweeping through him, nor could he remember ever being so excited, not even with the voluptuous Helen. He had forgotten all about the older woman ... all he was interested in now was his wife, who was proving that she was more of a real woman than he'd ever thought possible ... as much and more so than his experienced mistress.
A white hot jet of semen spurted from his wildly jerking shaft and spewed unchecked far up into her greedy little cunt. On and on it spurted, flowing into her helplessly flooded belly, making her moan and sob with each new nerve-tingling jet of cum. A soothing warmth began to permeate her satiated flesh, and she stretched out languorously, fully aware of every square inch of her vibrantly alive body.
She could feel Ted's cock beginning to grow limp inside her, but she didn't mind, because she knew there were going to be many other times. She knew she'd never again make up some flimsy excuse for not letting him watch other men fuck her ... now that she had discovered the true meaning of the words, she knew she had an almost insatiable appetite for the pleasure of the flesh.
* * *
A lot had happened since Ted had barged in on his young wife in a foursome with the Cranshaws and Steve Watkins. For one thing, he and Anne had made up by making love, and for another, they had made a really honest admission to the Cranshaws. She had explained the circumstances which led to her almost running from the theater that night, and how they had planned to let the Cranshaw's seduce them so Ted could watch Gerald fucking Anne and Anne could watch Ted fucking Helen.
All three had re-entered the bedroom, just as she and Ted had climaxed, and had witnessed the complete reconciliation. Helen had prepared coffee and snacks, and they had all relaxed together, sitting nakedly on the floor and talking honestly. Helen and Gerald admitted, which the younger couple already knew, that they had planned their almost simultaneous launch against the younger couple's barricades, and that it had become almost a challenge to them to storm them. The Cranshaws also confided that Steve was a friend of long standing who was often included in their amorous schemes. This made Ted feel a little closer to the attractive young man, and he still felt a slight lurching of his cock when he recalled how he had watched through the window and seen his cock shoved between Anne's lovely lips.
And Ted was suddenly whispering to Anne.
"I want to suck your pussy now, honey, just the way Gerald did a couple of hours ago ... and I want the others to watch."
Anne was pleased by this suggestion, and she could see that the others were too. But why not? Why have secrets now? They were all sitting around naked anyway, and so it seemed perfectly natural for her to fall on her back and to spread her legs invitingly for her eager husband.
Ted, excited and aroused by the prospect of the act which had been so long forbidden to him, lay over on his back, too, and suddenly pulled his voluptuous blonde wife towards him, positioning her kneeling above him so that her soft warm buttocks were resting on his chest and her knees were on each side of his head. She could feel her cunt moistening again from the thought of the lewd position he had put her in and the others watching, but before she had time to think about it she gasped loudly when she felt the touch of his long wet tongue as it snaked across the wetly churning furrow of her pussy. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and ground her tingling cunt down into his greedily sucking mouth. In spite of her way-out experiences of the past few weeks, she could hardly believe that this was happening ... that her own husband was finally licking her vagina in front of the others. She recalled, with a slight chill of embarrassment, how she used to feel revulsion whenever Ted tentatively suggested performing oral love on her.
How could I have been so dumb? she wondered now, as she felt her hungrily pulsing vagina flower open to receive her husband's hotly flicking tongue. She moaned again and again when she felt him titillating the hard, burgeoning bud of her clitoris, urging it into turgid erection. This is far better than with Gerald, she couldn't help thinking, even without realizing why. She just knew that the idea that she was being sucked and licked by her own husband with the others watching his tongue swirling hotly in and out of her wide split cunt was a far more exciting one than having the same act performed by her lover!
Ted inhaled the musky feminine odor of her softly fleshed cunt, reveling in the new sensation. Her thighs and softly curling pussy hairs closed in even more tightly around his face, and he felt almost as if his breath were being cut off. But he didn't care. He knew that it was completely out of his old character for him to have suggested sucking her cunt as he did in front of everyone, but something inside made him throw caution to the winds. After all they had all done, it was too late to hide behind a shroud of embarrassment. Far better, he discovered, to be really uninhibited for once in his life all the others had been ... so why not he?
He realized, with a sudden thrill of anticipation, that hands were manipulating his lust-hardened cock; he recognized Helen's touch and knew the passionate older woman must be stroking and caressing his penis. A lewd shiver of pleasure rippled through him as he felt the already erect shaft growing even more between her gently stroking fingers. He could feel hot, passionate blood racing through his thickly veined tube, and already there was a clamoring tumult in his sperm-filling balls. But still, he continued his hungry licking of his wife's hotly moistened cunt above him. Soon he began searching and probing for the small vaginal opening to her helplessly aroused body. Suddenly, he discovered the flower-shaped orifice, and furling his tongue, he rammed it home into her cuntal depths with swift suddenness.
"Aaaahhh! Aaaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhh!" moaned Anne as she twisted and flailed violently above him, shivers of obscene pleasure coursing through her at this lewd public display of oral sex. Immediately, the little hair-lined slit of her pussy closed in eagerly on his tongue which was beginning to pump in and out in crude stimulation of fucking.
Ted was barely aware of new movement. His fully erect cock had expanded to granite hard proportions, and now he realized that the stroking and fondling had stopped. He felt a momentary flush of anger, that he had been teased in such a fashion, but it disappeared quickly when he realized what was happening. He felt Helen's velvet-textured thighs against his hips, and then his hotly throbbing cock was enveloped in the warm, clinging moistness of Helen's cunt. She was sitting on top of him, enclosing his blood-engorged penis in her warmly willing vagina. She was riding him like a horse while he sucked his wife's cunt! A low moan of animal pleasure escaped his lips and was lost and muffled in the soft, steamy wetness of Anne's wildly churning pussy. Helen bobbed up and down on his pounding shaft, fucking him expertly, while she reached around Anne's kneeling body from behind and began to caress the blonde's ripely swaying breasts.
"Hey, Steve, look at that! Helen's fucking Ted while he's licking his wife's cunt!"
Gerald's cry of vicarious pleasure brought home to the oblivious blonde what was happening. She could hardly believe her ears, and yet, she had been aware of new movement in her husband's body. She could hear, for the first time, the wet, sluicing sound of the brunette's pussy as she slid up and down the hard, slippery pole of Ted's fully erect cock. Ted was involved with two women at once! He was being fucked by Helen while he kissed and licked her vagina!
Anne could scarcely believe that it was actually finally happening, the two of them being involved in such a beautifully lewd act. But there was no doubt about it, and she realized that he too was no longer the same man, either he had come through some kind of metamorphosis, as well, and obviously had come through in flying colors.
"Well, I don't think they'd mind if we got in on the act too, do you?"
This time it was Steve who spoke, and before Anne had a chance to figure out what he meant, she felt a familiar, smooth fleshy hardness prodding at her half-open mouth. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and saw, a scant inch from her lips, the full, hard shaft of Gerald's cock. Obediently, in response to his silent request, she opened her mouth and enclosed the big, throbbing head in the soft warmth of her throat. At the same time, she heard Steve's urgent whisper, "It's me, Helen," and knew immediately that Helen was sucking Steve's cock just as she was gluttonously sucking on Gerald's.
They were all involved, right now, in an incredible quintet. As her lips closed expertly around Gerald's hotly throbbing penis, she realized that the Cranshaws, herself, Ted and Steve had all joined in a lascivious five-way fuck. As she tried to visualize it, it took on the appearance of a wildly exciting orgy in her mind's eye. She was sucking Gerald's warmly pulsing cock while her husband licked her pussy. Helen fucked Ted while at the same time she was sucking her lover, Steve. They were all tangled in an obscene daisy chain of fucking and sucking, and the air was filled with the wet, sibilant sounds of their enthusiastic lovemaking. It was thrilling, in a perverted kind of way, Anne thought.
Somehow, the unexpected addition of Ted, her husband, threw the act in a completely different light than before, when they were a mere quartet. This, with three men, herself, and Helen, seemed infinitely more lascivious, more wanton. She was conscious, too, of new thrills of pleasure, which was surprising, because she was sure she had reached the ultimate realms of satisfaction. But new surprises were in store for her. She knew that the highly pitched fury of excitement generated by the incredible quintet couldn't be sustained for long. And by the quickening, savage pumping of Gerald's cock in her hungrily sucking mouth, she realized that he was on the verge of cumming already.
She was nearly there herself, the frantic licking and slavering of Ted's tongue driving her almost to distraction. Then it happened! They were all cumming wildly together! Gerald's and Steve's moans of uncontrollable pleasure filled the air, the rest of the gasps and mewls being muffled and hidden by the wildly jerking cocks and pussy which filled their mouths. Hoarse, lusty sighs were all that could be heard, but each body, wet with perspiration, shook and churned with unbelievable intensity. Anne thought she had fallen into a seething inferno of overwhelming lust as she felt her mouth being filled with Gerald's white hot cum at the same time as her own warm feminine secretions began pumping into her husband's greedily licking mouth below.
She heard Helen's convulsive swallowing as her lover filled the woman's mouth with gush after gush of his warmly spewing semen, while at the same time, Ted arched his naked buttocks up off the floor and spurted his boiling sperm into her clutching pussy pumping up and down on him from above. The intertwined bodies quivered and rippled in unison, collapsing against each other in a steaming, tingling mass of naked arms and legs.
Moments later, Anne drifted away into a kind of blissful semi-consciousness. Her vagina was still wet and twitching and she barely noticed when Gerald's limp cock slipped from between her lips. She felt closer to her husband than she had ever felt before in her life, in spite of the fact that they had just shared their making love with three others ... and bathed in the security of his nearness, she dropped off in a euphoric daze.
CHAPTER NINE
After that incredible quintet, it seemed only natural that the five should experiment again, and they did, until exhaustion called a halt to the fun and games. It was almost sundown when the Michaels, hand in hand, finally crept back to their own apartment.
Although neither of them had said anything, they both heaved a sigh of relief when they were back in their own bedroom. Each one knew that this evening was not the last one that they would spend, either together or with the Cranshaws ... they would both be always grateful to the older couple for their liberation, and they wanted to continue the relationship. The Cranshaws, too, had sensed that, and had made it plain that they, too, agreed.
Ted look lovingly at his wife as she prepared for bed. If possible, she had grown lovelier in the last month, and he felt a thrill of pride to think that she was his wife.
"And I wouldn't blame you in the future," he felt obligated to say, "if you were to fall for a more experienced man again!"
"Don't worry, honey, I probably will," she laughed, touched by his admission, and sensing his excitement behind it, "But, I think I prefer a certain younger man with less experience most of the time. Gerald did teach me a lot, but he just doesn't have what you have...." she arched an eyebrow and gazed seductively down at his naked penis. "They're just not you, honey...." Anne noticed the look of pleasure which flitted across his face.
"But maybe another exotic brunette will come along and steam you away from me!" she pondered.
"Oh baby," Ted said huskily, pulling her into her arms, "I'll take you any day ... to anyone else ... most of the time!"
