Nancie Ryan stirred as the bright light of the new morning poured over her beautiful face, then her eyes fluttered open, two blue pools blinking dreamily for a moment as her mind wandered slowly into the waking world. She lay still for a moment breathing quietly, then with a deep yawn slowly and gracefully stretched her arms above her head and arched her back like a cat.
The motion caused her breasts to slip nakedly free of the covers and her nipples to stiffen as they scraped over the smooth unyielding material at the edge of the sheet. She glanced over at her sleeping husband, Dick. He was still breathing deeply and regularly, sound asleep. For a moment she watched him and then she wet her lips nervously with her tongue. One of her hands accidentally brushed against her own breast and she gave a little excited shiver. She wondered if Dick was as lost to the world as he looked, and then glanced over at the clock. Damn, still twenty minutes before the alarm went off, she thought to herself. She knew how he hated to be awakened early and she lay stiffly for several more minutes controlling herself.
But finally she threw all caution to the winds and moved her body up close against his. He muttered something in his sleep and started to roll over, but she threw her naked leg over his pajama-clad thigh and he couldn't move. His eyes opened then and he stared uncomprehendingly at the ceiling for a moment before he looked over at his young wife's features. A flicker of annoyance passed over his face as he realized she was at it again. She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in the hollow of his throat and pressing the firm molded flesh of her breasts up against his arm.
"Dick...." she started, but he cut her off.
"For goodness sake, Nancie! Don't you ever get enough?" he growled. "What the hell's the idea of waking me up? Don't you know I've got a living to make, that I've got to get up early?"
Nancie Ryan stiffened in hurt and humiliation, and made no move to resist as her husband pushed her roughly away from him. She lay on her side staring blankly at the wall as he tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep again. He finally gave it up and got out of bed with a muttered curse and went into the bathroom to begin getting ready for work. Nancie remained still and unmoving as her young husband went through his morning ritual.
When he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed he stared at her back for a moment, wondering if he should say something to her, but it was hard to tell if she was asleep or awake, she was so quiet, so he let it pass. His mind was already beginning to work over the details of the day's business ahead.
Nancie lay unmoving, staring numbly at the wall until she heard the front door close behind Dick. Then she rolled over on her back and the tears started to come. ... Oh shit, she thought. Why do I let myself get into these humiliating situations? She began to wonder if maybe Dick was right ... maybe there had to be something wrong with her if she wanted to screw so often. Why, oh why couldn't she leave him alone and let him decide when they were going to make love?
But she knew the answer. He just didn't make love to her often enough to keep her satisfied. And when he did make love to her it sometimes seemed as if he were doing it absent-mindedly while he thought about the details of some business transaction!
It had seemed as if last night were going to be different. They had both been to a party earlier in the evening and had quite a bit to drink. Feeling pretty good by the time they got home, they walked up the walk holding hands like two teenagers. He had actually picked her up and tried to carry her across the threshold, nearly knocking her head off against the doorpost in his drunken exuberance. They had laughed and joked as they walked in to the bedroom and then suddenly they were both silent, facing each other, their bodies tense. Dick suddenly stepped forward, pulling her roughly into his arms and kissing her urgently.
"Oooooh, it seems so long since we've...." his voice trailed away into a husky whisper as he began kissing her cheeks and throat.
Nancie could feel a pressure building in her loins and she knew that tonight they were going to make love! His grip on her arms relaxed and he let his hands fall gently down the contours of her curvaceous body and rest firmly at the small of her back. As he pressed her closer, she could feel the growing stiffness of his penis under the cloth of his trousers, and she put her arms around him and clung to him with a desperation that was unmistakable ... she wanted to say things, but no words would come ... until finally she had said simply, "Make love to me, darling. Please love me, I want you so much!"
Then, tenderly and passionately her aroused young husband brushed his lips over her neck to her gently rounded shoulders and down to the narrow cleft between her full white breasts. His fingers had begun to fumble with the buttons of her dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it drop to the floor so that she was wearing only her white lacy bra, panties and stockings. His breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of her young voluptuous body with his eyes ... His fingers worked rapidly to unhook the binding of her bra, and her firm supple breasts shook free of the tight confinement. She held his head gently as he moved his mouth over her naked trembling skin and began to kiss the pink tips of her nipples, sucking them lovingly, hearing her sharp intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing firmly against her own.
Nancie pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off his clothing. Then she lay back against the pillow, waiting and aching for him to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her....
It took him only a few seconds to shed all of his clothing and he stood above her by the side of the bed looking down admiringly at her lovely still panty-clad body while his fully erect penis jerked uncontrollably up against his stomach. Nancie had seen it many times before but somehow it seemed much larger now as he bent down beside her and began tugging at the elastic that held her stockings until he was able to pull them off, and then he lay down beside her.
Dick's hands ran up and down over her body, stroking every tantalizing curve and hollow and she shivered, her legs scissoring together as he reached his fingers inside the elastic of her panties so that he could feel the mound of soft hair-covered flesh between her thighs. She writhed under his urgent touch as he stripped away the last piece of material that covered her body. Then they lay there for a moment, clinging to one another, their fingers and hands exploring each others' bodies as though they had never touched before, savoring every delicious second.
"Oh, Honey...." she whispered, "you feel so good ... you don't know what you're doing to me! You're driving me wild!"
His hand was rubbing along the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs, his middle finger searching in the tiny moist folds that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb found the erect bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing further gasps of pleasure and passion from her lips. He began to finger the blood-swollen lips of her vagina, teasing her, making her wiggle and push her hips in a vain attempt to force his fingers deep inside her aching orifice. Slowly he began to insert one extended finger up into her throbbing cuntal passage, wiggling it as it penetrated, tantalizing her, causing moans of passionate desire to escape from her parted lips. She was completely moist and ready down there, aching to be taken!
"Don't make me wait ... do it now!" she pleaded, but he ignored her pleas and continued his pre-love play, wanting to bring her to a fever pitch before he finally took her. He had never been like this with her before! Usually he just got on top of her and thrust his rock-hard cock into her half-apologetically until he had his orgasm. Now she found herself thinking that maybe it was all the liquor he had drunk tonight, but right at that moment she didn't care, she just knew that she wanted him inside her, that he was driving her to heights of passion that she had never known before ... then, Dick began to suck her nipples again, giving them sharp little bites that brought groans of lust from her lips. Her hips began to revolve under his caresses, delicately at first, but then with increasing fervor ... out of desperation, her hand slid down between their tightly pressed bodies, searching for the throbbing rod of heated male flesh hidden between his thighs, and her fingers closed gently around the long thick shaft. He had never let her do this before. His body jerked away for a moment but then his head dropped back to her breasts as waves of passion swirled through his loins....
Then, she made her mistake ... she could not control her mounting passion as she felt his penis throbbing in her hand. She pushed him over on his back before he knew what was happening and brought her mouth down wetly on his desire-hardened cock, enclosing it in a warm flood of saliva as her tongue began swirling around its pulsating tip. Her young husband arched his back upward in surprise and watched in shocked amazement as her soft full lips sucked at him with croons of excited delight. Then a look of revulsion came over his face and he pushed her roughly away from him, his cock coming out of her mouth with a lewd sucking sound.
"Of all the ... he spluttered to the amazed girl. "If I'd wanted to live with someone who did things like that I'd have married a slut from a whorehouse! Don't you have any shame at all?"
His instinctive rage cooled as he saw the stricken look on her face and he tried to make it up to her with soft words. But the magic had been taken out of their love-making. He finally took her but it was just like it had always been before! For a moment she felt herself responding to his frenzied thrusts, but before she could reach her peak he had begun emptying his sperm deep inside her unready loins. She had wanted to ask him to wait, to let her have an orgasm too, but she knew that she didn't dare, that he would only be offended by what he would consider her lewd demands!
With a final grunt, Dick had rolled from her body and was asleep in a few seconds. But the unhappy wife lay there for hours, the raging unfulfilled fire in her loins slowly subsiding until she was able to at last fall into a troubled sleep....
Nancie shook her head in determination as her mind drifted back to the present. No use in crying over spilt milk, she thought to herself. She might as well make the best of her life and she might as well start right now by getting out of bed and stop feeling sorry for herself.
Nancie threw back the blankets and in one lithe movement had rolled out of bed and was standing on the carpet. She caught a glimpse of the pink and white gleam of her body in the bedroom mirror as she moved, and stopped a moment to look. As usual, she had slept naked, something that her prudish husband didn't like, but she had refused to give that up, too, especially in this weather.
She stared into the mirror, letting herself admire the ripe sensual curves of her flesh. Although twenty-four, she had the figure of a teenager, but much fuller, much more voluptuously rounded.
She was a full-bodied adult woman but without any wrinkles or sagging, with skin like porcelain, supple and completely without blemish. She liked her body and she wondered what her husband found so objectionable in it.
Then it was she who had always held back, defending herself from Dick's excited advances. She had never given in before they were married, not from fear of sex, but because something within her warned her that he would never marry her if she agreed to sleep with him before. He had built up an idea of her in his own mind as being pure and virginal, completely above sordid preoccupations with sex. He had placed her on an impossibly high pedestal of false virtue.
How surprised he had been, then, on their wedding night. He had approached her tenderly, half-ashamed of his sexual needs, and had gently caressed her, his breath sucking in involuntarily as he had seen the alabaster perfection of her virginal body for the first time. He had felt as if he were vandalizing some beautiful work of art as he took her maidenhead ... but she had loved it!
All the pent-up frustrations of the years of waiting had burst from her like an explosion as her new husband drove his desire-thickened cock up between her quivering legs. She had turned into a wildcat, moaning, writhing, clawing, her blonde hair f lying about her face as her head whipped from side to side in her passion. He couldn't believe that this was the same shy, pure young girl he had led to the altar only that morning. And of course, she wasn't. That shy, timid young girl was a creation of his own imagination, a model of what he thought he wanted in a wife, not the real flesh and blood woman that she was. She had been willing to wait for sex until she was married, but now she was ready. All her inhibitions were gone, and she wanted it.
Dick Ryan had looked down in horror at the panting moaning girl beneath him, and a shadow of guilt passed through his mind. Had he done that to her? Something in his make up made him blame himself and his love-making for destroying the beauty and good in the woman he loved. After that night he had shied away from making love to Nancie, giving in only when his own physical needs overcame him, never trying to give her the satisfaction that she also needed. It was almost as if he were afraid that he might further liberate something in her that he couldn't handle.
Nancie sighed as these depressing thoughts went through her mind. She knew she couldn't blame him. Dick's father had died when he was a small boy, and he had been raised by his mother, a cold, dominating, bitter woman who filled her son with the idea of her own mythical virtues and restraints. It really was a miracle that he was not even more withdrawn, Nancie thought to herself ... but that didn't help her with her own immediate problem.
She was tortured, physically frustrated. She had never felt her desire so strong. Thinking about her wedding night hadn't helped at all. The unfulfilled passion from last night still ached between her legs and she wished bitterly that Dick had made love to her this morning. Married women weren't supposed to feel like this!
She let her hands roam over the young voluptuous curves of her body, her full white breasts were still taut with frustrated desire as she played with the hardened pink nipples, making them stand even more erect. She pinched them hard until they ached with an all-pervading need. Then she began to rub her breasts more slowly, lifting them until they were cupped lazily in the palms of her hands and she felt drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention was directed to the softness of her thighs and the maddening tingle which burned deep in her loins. Pressing her legs tightly together, she let her full firm thighs rub excitedly against the pulsating lips of her vagina. Then, automatically, Nancie glanced around the empty bedroom, then, licking her lips in secret anticipation, she lay back down on the bed, letting her fingers stray casually to the hair-lined lips of her aching vagina. She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her fingers downward along the warm moist slit between her legs. They brushed slightly over the tiny throbbing orifice where her desire-heated cunt was waiting impatiently to receive attention.
For a moment, the young blonde hesitated, thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep in her belly. Suddenly, with a deep helpless moan, she spread her long white legs out wide and propped her feet up on the wall next to the bed, keeping her firm full thighs well apart. Staring down over her body, she watched with undisguised fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft golden strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
Nancie moistened her lips again and could feel her heart beginning to pound furiously in her chest as her eyes stared, glazed and unseeing now, at the ceiling ... she teased her forefinger along the nakedly exposed opening, pressing gently into the soft wet pussy-flesh. Her fingernails scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making the nerve-filled little piece of soft pink flesh stand up boldly.
Her middle finger, meanwhile, slipped unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing vagina, working its way insistently deep into the warm moist cavern ... half closing her eyes, she played lingeringly with her aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were twitching automatically in a fierce clenching and unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back up to her full white breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex experiences at school which had been so frustrating because of the close watch kept on the girls, and her desperate urge to be satisfied mounted ... her fingers were now racing madly in and out of her naked vagina as she fingered herself in rising passion and desire.
She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins up against the lewdly intruding fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled ... now! If only that were possible. Why hadn't Dick taken her ... why ... why?
She let herself be carried away on a tide of remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh last night, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the obscene tempo of her fingers until they were flashing in and out of her love-hungry cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion!
The frustrated housewife panted desperately at the sensations in her tormented vagina, as they began to build up wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her heels drumming helplessly on the wall and she delved even more furiously into the tight pulsing orifice of her cunt. Clenching the thumb and forefinger of her other hand over the nipple of her breast, she pinched hard, bruising the tautly throbbing bud ... pinching ... pinching ... until suddenly, she lay completely still, poised for a split second on the brink of a violent orgasm.
She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in shuddering contractions as she felt herself suddenly explode inside. Never had she reached a climax like this before, and she let herself writhe in complete and utter abandon as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion bubbling deep inside her helplessly convulsing belly. Then, with a long heartfelt sigh of relief, the satisfied blonde slowly and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the cum-drenched wall of her vagina.
The swollen outer lips closed silently, gratefully together as the last of her passion secretions seeped wetly between her fingers. She closed her eyes for a few moments, savoring the delicious after-moments of her lewd finger-fuck and her fingers rested lightly on the hard mound of her pussy, playing softly with the intimate curls between her legs.
It was a minute before the full realization of what she had just done began to seep into her mind ... She had satisfied herself with her own fingers!!!
Waves of shame and frustration passed over her. Shame because of what she had done, and frustration that she should be forced to this by her unfulfilled passion. She was married! She had a husband!!! Certainly it was not too much to ask that her normal desires should be fulfilled naturally! Then, bitter tears ran down the young wife's face....
She knew she couldn't go on much longer like this, tom between desire and guilt. But what was she going to do? If only there were someone else she could turn to.
Someone who would help her....
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon!!! As soon as the name flashed through her mind she knew that she had to go see her friend. Sharon would tell her what to do. Quickly she got up from the bed, went to the phone, and began dialing.
Sharon was a friend from her college days, three years, almost four years, older than Nancie, and Nancie had always trusted the older girl's advice. She had a wealth of experience that the more innocent blonde could never hope to equal. In a moment she had Sharon on the phone and it was agreed that the two women should meet at Sharon's house later that afternoon....
* * *
Nancie sat comfortably back in her chair in Sharon's living room, looking admiringly around her. She always liked being in Sharon's house. The spaciousness, the quiet elegance, the comfort all appealed to her and she had to fight down a pang of jealousy. Sharon had this because of her husband Tod, and Nancie did not particularly care for Tod. It wasn't that she actually disliked him, but he was so, well, coarse and vulgar! Not only his manners but his appearance too....
The young wife found herself wondering what Sharon saw in Tod. It certainly wasn't just the money. Sharon had been pursued by some of the wealthiest and most handsome men in town, but she had chosen Tod Harris.
Nancie glanced over at Sharon, finding herself once again admiring the dark alluring beauty of her friend. Sharon was a little taller than Nancie, elegantly built, with soft full breasts and long supple legs. She had been a professional dancer once, and it still showed in the grace of her movements. Her thick dark hair fell richly around her face, making a perfect frame for her smoldering eyes and sensuous lips.
"You haven't said yet what it was that had you so upset this morning," Sharon prodded her in a rich throaty voice.
Nancie blushed, not knowing how to begin talking about something so personal.
"Well," she started hesitantly, "it's Dick, I mean ... Dick and I ... we ... I mean he ... doesn't...." To her amazement Sharon broke out laughing.
"You mean he doesn't make love to you," Sharon said.
"Oh no...." A look of panic came over Nancie's face. "How did you know?" she asked tensely. "Has he said anything to you?"
Sharon laughed again. "Anyone with any sense can take one look at the both of you and see you're having bedroom problems. Besides," she added, "it's pretty hard to imagine prim and proper Dick Ryan actually digging right in and fucking!"
Nancie's face flushed. She knew Sharon was outspoken, but this was a little too much.
"That's not fair, Sharon. It's just that we don't see eye to eye on some things about ... sex. You see...." Then she couldn't continue. Large tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh, Sharon, you're right," she wailed. "He hardly ever makes love to me and when he does it's not very good. I'm so frustrated. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me. Maybe I want sex too much, just like Dick says."
"Hey, hold on, Honey," Sharon said and she got up from her seat and put her arm comfortingly around her friend's heaving shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with wanting sex. Don't start blaming yourself for being normal. If it's bothering you so much, why don't you just leave Dick. There are plenty of men who would be after you in a minute of they knew you were free."
"Oh, no, I couldn't do that," Nancie sobbed. "I love Dick. This is the only problem we have. We get along so well in every other way!"
"It's a pretty big problem to have with someone you're married to. But there's always one other thing you can do."
Nancie's big blue eyes looked up innocently at her friend.
"What?" she said trustingly.
"Go out and get screwed!"
A look of shocked disbelief came over the naive blonde girl's face. "Sharon," she said. "How can you say such a thing. I'm a married woman, it's wrong to even think about something like that!" Sharon shook her head. "You're too much, Nancie. The last of the innocents. Okay, then what are you going to do?"
The argument shuttled fruitlessly back and forth, Sharon pressing her point that Nancie should shake herself free of her fears and go out and find her own sexual gratification. Nancie clung doggedly to her determination to remain faithful to her husband, no matter what. In the end, nothing was decided, and Nancie went away from her friend's house more confused than ever.
After Nancie had left, Sharon moved about the living room awhile, picking up the empty cups and saucers she and Nancie had used. Then she went into the bedroom, changed into a dressing gown, and came back into the living room and sat down, lost in her thoughts. About an hour later she heard the sound of the key in the front door and she knew that her husband Tod was home.
"Hi, baby," he said in his booming voice.
"Hello Sweetheart. Have a good day at the office?"
"Okay," he answered. "Hey, how about some drinks?"
"Tod, I think you're becoming an alcoholic. As soon as you're in the front door, the first thing you ask for is liquor." She got up languidly and moved towards the bar.
"It may be the first thing, but I promise you it won't be the only thing," he said as he reached down the length of her long well-shaped legs to the back of her knees and teasingly brought his hand up under her robe, pushing the hem to the back of her thighs before she could resist.
"Ohhhh, you animal," she jumped forward trying to escape the playful fingers coursing their way up along the sensitive parts of her legs.
"Stop it, stop it Tod, please," she giggled and then losing her balance she tumbled to the floor with a shriek of laughter. Tod grinned above her, and placing one hand on the small of her back, he pinned her to the floor and continued his rummaging up-between his wife's flailing legs, laughing at her helpless squeals for mercy.
"No panties, eh," she chided loudly as her robe flew up, exposing the white rounded cheeks of her buttocks. "Don't tell me I don't have a nympho here. Didn't I give you enough last night? Didn't I?"
"Ohhhhh, yes, Tod! Yes, yes, anything you say, only please stop! You're killing me. Please stop. Tod. I've got something important to tell you. Guess who was here this afternoon?"
"Who cares," he said playfully, continuing to twist the flesh between her legs.
"Nancie Ryan." Tod stopped tickling at once.
"What did she want?" Tod asked, interest showing in his voice.
"I thought that would get to you," she said as she rose to get her husband the drink he'd asked for. "It just so happens lover boy, that she was telling me her troubles. I think maybe you're going to get what you've been after for so long. It seems that she isn't getting any at home. Think you can help her?"
"You bet. I've wanted to get into that sexy little cunt for a long time. When do I start?"
"Oh, hold on now. She's not about to fall in bed with anybody, and especially not you. She's not too crazy about you, you know."
Tod winced a little. "Yeah, both her and that husband of hers give me the impression that they think they're just a little too smart to mix with the likes of me. Both been to college and all that. Probably feel I'd be a social embarrassment to them."
"Now Honey, you're being very modest. After all, you do own one of the biggest chain of stores here in the country. That must make you very rich indeed!"
"Ah, that doesn't seem to matter," Tod growled as he drained a large swallow from the drink Sharon handed him. "Everyone just thinks you're still a peddler, and there's nothing lower on the social ladder than a peddler, no matter how rich they might be."
"Oh, come on now. You know you put on that 'I'm a country boy' attitude. You can't kid me. I've lived with you long enough to know you push that image to the hilt."
"Keeps complaints down," Tod smiled. "Nobody likes to admit they've been taken by a country bumpkin, no matter how much he skins them. But we can't complain, can we? We're doing pretty well!"
"Mmmmm, why do you think I left the chorus line? Your good looks?"
"Is it all the money, baby? Is that why you've stuck around for five years?" Tod grinned his broad grin again and placed his hand on the back of her thigh, massaging the soft sensitive flesh gently through her wife's dressing gown.
"Tod," she said softly, "be careful, we've got to figure out what to do about Nancie!"
Sharon gritted her teeth slightly as she felt the did familiar feeling drifting slowly through the tips of her nerves. She was lucky to have Tod for a husband and she knew it. He was one of the wealthiest and most successful real estate speculators in the country, along with his successful chain of stores, and together his two endeavors made him quite wealthy, and he was able to take very good care of her in spite of his flamboyant crudeness, and the occasional streak of cruelty in his sexual demands.
Not that she minded that, though. She was almost as bad as he was, and perhaps that was what held them together. He didn't mind at all what she did as long as she didn't try to hide it from him and was there when he wanted her. By the same token, he did whatever he wanted in the way of outside sexual activity and never hid it from her either. More than any one thing, this was the one factor that had made their marriage exciting and brought them closer together.
And then there was the swap club, too. By common consent they had their own little affairs but had never let them get beyond the physical stage. It was like having your cake and eating it too, and had added so much interest to their life together that she would never have wanted it any other way.
Sharon liked the arrangement they had, with each other being able to do as they pleased. She had seen so many of their friends lapse into a bored and almost unbearable existence because of the lack of variety in their lives. It wasn't pleasant watching people you had known as gay young individuals suddenly wilting away into sad mechanical-like suburban night dwellers whose every action fitted into a pattern that didn't vary a bit from one year to the next. Sharon was grateful to Tod for saving her from this fate, although really, in the beginning anyway, he had almost forced her to realize the fact that life could be lived in a different way than that accepted by the majority of society ... she had to admit, it had taken some doing on her husband's part to get her to participate that first time in the swapping thing that was so popular now, but after that one time, she had never complained again about going to the 'meetings'. In fact, she now looked forward to these twice-monthly affairs and planned her whole schedule around them, making absolutely certain that she had an easy day before the parties so that she wouldn't be too tired to give her best. She even made Tod come home early from the store and take a nap so he too would be prepared for the long exciting evening.
"Ooohhhhh," she moaned suddenly as her mind returned to reality. Tod's hand had reached up under her robe to her buttocks again and he had run the tips of his fingers feather-like up the full length of the soft white crevice, sending chills of sensation rippling across her naked skin. "You're playing with fire, man. Do you want to get burned alive?"
"Of course," he joked, twitching his fingers lewdly against her squirming nether crevice. "But don't get impatient. We'll get to that later."
"Well, you just stop it and get me a drink. We've got some planning to do. That is, if you ever want to get in Nancie Ryan's little pink panties. She's not going to be easy, you know."
"Well, she's your friend," he said. "You got any ideas?"
"Well, Dick is going to be out of town on business for a couple of days. Why don't we invite his lonely young wife to dinner?"
"Sure," he laughed, "and you can make one of your special salads!"
"You're way ahead of me," she said smiling.
"Oh man, I can hardly wait," he chuckled. "I've been wanting to get into that tight little ass for months!"
"Hold on, there, lover boy. We've got a little deal to make before I feed you my innocent little friend. You get her, I get that young stud of a husband of hers."
"Ah," Tod said. "I should have known there'd be something in this for you. But what the hell do you want that stiff young snob for, I don't know!"
"Well, for one thing," she said, "he's big and handsome. But there's more to it than that," she added, her voice becoming more serious. "I really like Nancie. We've been friends ever since school and I hate to see her feeling so miserable. This way you'll give her what she really needs and maybe I'll be able to teach Dick a thing or two that he can take home with him. And one more thing. You know that it's been more than three months since we brought a new couple into the club. You know the rules; you bring in new people or you get kicked out."
"Okay, okay, I'm sold," he said. "Your motives are pure. But what makes you think you can get a naive young couple like that to join the group, even if we are successful in luring them into bed?"
"Oh, I think that between us we can show them the error of their ways," Sharon said with a secret smile. "You showed me, lover. You know, Tod, thinking about teaching that innocent boy a thing or two makes me feel almost like a mother."
"You're not that old, baby," he laughed, walking towards her with a glass in each hand. "Oh, man," he muttered half to himself. "I just can't wait until I've got that little doll spread out in front of me."
"Talk, superman, but you've got all you can handle at home right now!" His brunette wife smiled up at him demurely. "Let's take the drinks into the bedroom, shall we?"
"Why, you little slut!" Tod smiled, following her down the hallway. "You're about the most selfish person I know. You always come first, dragging me away from my dirty thoughts for your own selfish ends. I might have known."
"I don't see you lagging far behind," she said seductively. Turning just inside the bedroom door, she peeled the robe from her body and let it drop to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not ... "
"Don't get excited," Tod replied quickly, his face flushing slightly as his eyes locked on his wife's well-tanned body. "I think we can work something out between us."
Sharon smiled at him coyly and walked regally to the huge king-sized bed and lay down in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a sensually wide posture. She looked lazily up at him without saying a word, just a sleepy smile playing over her lips. Tod's breath sucked in sudden excitement at her lewd jest.
Fuck, he thought, there's just no one else like her. His eyes for the millionth time in their five years of marriage, played over her luscious curves, causing tiny ripples of desire to run swiftly along the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked feminine contours stretched out as if in sacrifice before him. They settled for a moment on her full round breasts, set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness.
He never failed to marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their size. That was probably why she had been lead dancer in the chorus line when he had first seen her. He'd decided then that he had to have her, and he had, and it had lasted for a long time.
Nothing had changed since the old days and he still marveled at her each time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for. a twenty-seven year old, he mused silently to himself, and it he weren't such a lecherous bastard he would never have to step out of the house. She was enough for any one man.
Tod's eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded hips that led to the delicious sweep of her long full thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim bedroom light.
"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get naked," Sharon teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down in to the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over her husband by the lewd exposition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering over his rugged face.
"You little cock-tease," Tod half growled. "You've gotten yourself a pile of trouble now and you just might not get out of it before tomorrow morning, if then!"
He pulled at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. Then he stood for a moment on the edge of the bed, looking down at his wife's naked form spread waiting on the bed, his long thick penis stood out rigidly beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Sharon had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from her drink and was looking right at his nakedly bobbing hardness.
"Mmmmm," she said softly as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That didn't take long."
"Open wide hon, I'm coming in fast!" he grinned.
"Hey, wait a minute," Sharon protested as she rolled out of the way of his leap onto the bed. "First you've got to promise me that you'll take it easy on Nancie. No rough stuff, okay?"
"Oh, baby, come on," Tod good naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and they played it often. He was ready now but he knew she wanted to be coaxed a little before the action began.
"Nope. No promise, no nookie," she said, squirming seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed.
"Okay, okay, if that's the way you want it, I'll promise. I'll tell you what. You can even watch if you want and make sure I don't get carried away by the sight of that naked little white ass."
"Mmmmmmm," she said, "it's a deal."
He took her hand and pushed it down around the thickness of his hard upstanding penis. Sharon began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her hand down to cup his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Tod groaned and gritted his teeth as she gently ministered to his testicles and penis with a gentle squeeze that sent shivers racing down his spine.
Sharon moved lower in the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her lips down across his hairy stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the desire-swollen rod of flesh that reached up so yearningly towards the ceiling. Suddenly she was poised on all fours with her face just above it until he could feel her hot breath blowing maddeningly against it ... then she hunched herself over his loins, stroking his hardness first with one hand and then with both of them at the same time. She leaned forward then and the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock. He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily, then reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her long dark hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her contorted face. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his cock-shaft buried between her sucking lips.
Sharon mumbled incoherently around his plunging instrument, struggling to say something more about Nancie and at the same time to increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head.
"Fuck it, you can talk later," Tod growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck it, baby!"
He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a good profile look at his wife's face as his hardening shaft began to saw rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust upward he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched in the mirror, hypnotized, as the soft pink inner flesh of her lips were pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the shaft of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all its concentration. Her full-mounded breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the glass.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," Tod hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment that it was the blonde Nancie who was working over him.
Damn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat! By the Devil, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down her throat and into that little white belly of hers until she burst!
"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his sultry wife slaved below, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration that were forming over her sun-tanned skin. He could feel the terrific pressure growing deep in his cum-bloated balls, and knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with hot lead and ready to explode like a giant balloon that when it popped would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against Sharon's cock-filled face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this exquisite torture that was building and building until all at once he felt the white-hot stream begin deep in his balls and race like steam up the entire length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though they were being tortured by fire.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he groaned as his hands tangled tighter in her long dark hair, convulsively ramming his spending cock further and further down her throat. His experienced wife went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep into her ovaled mouth ... then, with one last soul-rending groan, he emptied the final drops of his semen between her lips.
But she went on nibbling gently, sucking his exhausted glans dry.....
CHAPTER THREE
Nancie Ryan rang the doorbell to the Harris' home. She felt a little nervous about coming here for dinner without Dick. It was just that Tod Harris could become so coarse in his speech, and the way he sometimes looked at her ... but her husband had gone out of town on business yesterday and already she was lonely ... and it had been kind of Sharon to invite her over for the evening....
There was a quick flurry of movement inside the house as the doorbell sounded.
"Shit, she must be here, already. Hurry up with the salad dressing," Tod said excitedly. "I'll keep her in the living room for a moment.
"Remember to keep your mouth under control," Sharon warned as Tod strode off toward the front door. Then she began to rummage through the kitchen shelves, obviously looking for something. She heard him open the front door and greet her friend Nancie.
"How are you?" Tod said affably. "Sharon's in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the dinner. Come on into the living room and sit down." He took Nancie by the elbow and conducted her into the house. The young bride stiffened a moment at his touch, but his gesture was so good-natured and friendly that she scolded herself for being so silly.
Sharon had finally found what she was looking for. She reached up and took a small can labeled "cloves" from the cupboard and put it on the counter in front of her. Damn, she thought to herself, she'd hidden it so well she almost hadn't found it.
Sharon took out a small flat cake of a brownish-black substance and broke off a piece. The best "hash" that money could buy, she mused to herself. She wondered how much if it would be necessary to loosen up her friend, carefully crumbling the potent drug into the salad dressing and then mixing it in well with a spoon. She surveyed her handiwork to make sure there were no telltale lumps of the hash, and satisfied that there weren't, started towards the living room.
Entering, Tod was on his best behavior, telling the fascinated Nancie one of the slightly-stretched stories about his business that he loved to tell.
"I hate to interrupt you two, but it's time to eat," Sharon said in her best hostess tones.
Nancie sprang to her feet. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.
"Not a thing, honey. I've already taken care of everything." She took the gamble of flashing a wink towards Tod, but Nancie didn't notice. A few minutes later they were all seated around the dining room table and Sharon and Tod watched intently as Nancie took her first .mouthful of salad.
"Oh, what a delicious dressing," Nancie said in pleased surprise. "Whatever in the world do you put in it?"
"It's a little something special I whip up from time to time," Sharon said dryly. "Remind me to give you the recipe before you go home tonight."
Tod and Sharon started gaily laughing and chatting, and Nancie was caught up in their infectious good humor and found herself feeling very happy. In fact, she found herself feeling happier than she had in a long time. A kind of euphoria, a feeling of blissful well-being seemed to be seeping into her. She wondered why she had ever thought Tod Harris was unpleasant. She had never before heard anyone so witty and funny. He was even handsome!
She started to put the unkind thoughts from her mind, but something within her made her hesitate, as if it didn't matter right then what she thought or did, and she had never eaten so much before either! Everything tonight seemed to have a special taste! Not really a new taste, but almost as if she were for the first time in her life, noticing all the subtle nuances of taste in the food before her. Sharon and Tod seemed to be enjoying the food too and for the last few minutes of the meal there was almost complete silence as everyone paid attention to what they were eating.
"That was great, Sharon," Tod said as he finally pushed away his plate. "I think you outdid even yourself." Tod was feeling expansive as he sat at the head of the table, two beautiful women seated one on his right and the other on his left, a good meal under his belt.
He knew that he would soon be making love to both of these women. He found himself wondering how Nancie Ryan would look naked, lying helpless underneath his powerful body, completely his to do with as he wanted. She had worn a high-necked demure blue dress, but it could not hide the swell of her beautiful breasts that strained at the thin summer fabric. His gaze traveled over her openly, and she began to blush, but didn't look away from him.
"Shit, it's hot in here. Let's go out by the pool," Tod said suddenly and got up to lead the way.
The three of them stepped out through the huge sliding glass doors at the rear of the house into the summer evening, a little cooler than inside, but still quite warm. Tod seated the two women while he went back inside to mix some drinks. Nancie almost refused when he returned, afraid that she had already drunk too much wine with the meal. She felt so strange. Kind of heavy, yet floating. Never had the naive young girl had any experience with drugs before, and so she blamed the effects of the hashish on the alcohol. But finally she gave in and took her drink.
They sat quietly drinking for several minutes, each lost in his own inner world now, a world magnified and opened by the drug they'd all eaten. Then without warning, both Sharon and Tod began laughing simultaneously, apparently at nothing. "I'm hot," Sharon said, giggling....
"Well, jump in the pool," Tod said simply.
"I can't. I don't have my suit on," she answered. "Swim in your clothes."
"Don't be silly. I'll ruin them."
"No you won't," he said with a laugh and getting up from his chair he began to drag the screaming Sharon towards the pool. She struggled futilely against her husband's greater strength and soon was forced back to the edge of the pool, desperately clutching Tod's arm.
"Oh, Tod, no. Pleeeeaase," she shrieked in both fear and delight, but it was no use. With a mighty heave he tossed her in the pool and she disappeared with a huge splash. In a moment she resurfaced and came swimming back toward the edge. Nancie had sat frozen in shock for a moment, but when the dripping Sharon emerged from the pool, she could not help but laugh at her bedraggled appearance.
"You bastard!" Sharon yelled, "If that water didn't feel so good, I'd split your skull. But these clothes, ugh, they're clammy." And with that she began stripping them from her.
Nancie watched in dismayed disbelief as her friend pulled off her dripping shirt and dropped it in a sodden heap on the concrete deck. Reaching behind her, Sharon found the clasps to her bra, and in a moment it had joined the shirt, letting free her beautiful untanned white breasts. Nancie had never seen many women naked before. She had always been a little shy in gym class and had dressed and undressed in the bathroom, away from the other girls. But now she could not stifle the gasp of admiration-that came from her lips as her voluptuous friend finished undressing. Sharon stood on the edge of the pool like a naked brown goddess, her smoothly tanned body already arching towards the water. Nancie had never even imagined such perfection!
"Last one in is a rotten egg," Sharon shouted and entered the water in a clean dive, leaving hardly a ripple.
Nancie felt embarrassed and glanced over towards Tod, but he was not even looking at her. Instead, he too began fumbling with his clothes and Nancie realized with horror that he was going to do the same as his wife!
She wanted to get up and run, but the drug kept her riveted to her seat as Tod tore his clothes from his body. Nancie watched in wide-eyed fascination as his shirt and trousers joined the pile of Sharon's clothes and he stood clad only in his shorts. She tried to look away as he stripped them from him, but could not, gasping in amazement at the size of his cock as it was released from the confining material. Even soft it looked bigger than Dick's.
Then he turned towards her, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Come on in!" he shouted to her and then disappeared into the pool next to where Sharon was lazily floating naked on her back, the pink tips of her breasts jutting from the water like the cones of tiny volcanoes.
Some part of Nancie's brain told her to get up and leave, that she was getting into something she couldn't handle, but another part of her was fascinated by the naturalness of the scene as husband and wife swam naked together. They both looked up at her and beckoned with their hands and then turned towards each other laughing. That did it. The last of her fear and hesitation disappeared in a rising cloud of hashish fumes and she got up quickly and stepped behind one of the plants on the patio. She couldn't quite get herself to undress openly in front of them. In a moment she was naked and ran in a flash of pink and white flesh towards the pool, wanting to cover her body under the anonymity of the water.
Tod had time to catch a glimpse of the loveliness that soon would be his, but his breath sucked in sharply. Her golden beauty was the perfect compliment to the dark-skinned sultriness of his wife, Sharon.
The water closed around Nancie's body, the effects of the hashish intensifying all her sensations. She seemed to feel each individual particle of the water as it slipped past her tingling skin. She forgot for a moment that she had to come up for air, it was so quiet and cool beneath the surface. Then she blushed as she came up next to Tod, who looked her straight in the eye and smiled. She ducked lower in the water so that her breasts were covered, the pink tips just an underwater shadow in the glow cast by the patio lights, and then she forgot all about her body as the three of them splashed and played together like children. At one point her arm brushed against Sharon's naked breasts and a small electric thrill seemed to run through her entire body. She looked up guiltily, but Sharon just laughed as if nothing unusual had happened.
Finally, all three of them began to tire. Tod heaved himself out of the pool first. Then he stood at the edge and taking each one of the women by the hand he pulled them up out of the pool with a mighty heave. Nancie had worried about having to stand naked in the patio next to Sharon and Tod, but she found that she didn't mind at all. Her mind was still caught in the magic snare of the hash.
All three of them walked back into the house, arm in arm. Nancie had never felt such close companionship in her life and she made no objection when they all collapsed in a heap on the thick rug in the living room. She could feel Tod's heavy thigh pressing against her on one side and Sharon's soft flank against her on the other.
"My head feels so funny," Nancie giggled.
"We'll fix it for you," she heard Tod say, and almost as if in a dream she felt Sharon and Tod's cool fingers lightly stroking against her temples. The unsuspecting young blonde was lost in the delicious sensations that their expert hands sent through her spinning head and it was a little while until she realized that they were also stroking her elsewhere. She felt a hand caressing her rib cage, just under her right breast. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she saw that it was Sharon who was touching her there.
"It's all right, Nancie. Just lie back and relax!"
Nancie hesitate for a moment, but she trusted the older woman, and besides, she was hardly in any shape to make rational decisions anyhow. The hashish had completely disoriented her normal system of beliefs and fears while at the same time heightening her senses. The stroking hands that were gliding over her body sent fantastic waves of dreamy sensation flooding through her tense body, and she wasn't aware when those sensations began to have sexual overtones. Tod's hands glided gently over her flesh, moving up between the tender softness of her thighs almost to the lust-inciting triangle of blonde pubic hair-almost, but not quite. Not yet!
Sharon Harris' long slender fingers caressed the deep valley between her breasts and from time to time slid up their resilient firmness, almost to the nipples; but not quite ... there would be time.
Tod looked down at Nancie. She was almost ready now, just a little longer, and she'd be his to handle like putty. Just a little longer. But her golden pussy was too much for him. He leaned down and pressed his lips tightly into the flat naked flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of Nancie's spine and she automatically reached down and locked her hands in his hair. Mistaking this for total surrender, Tod dropped his lips to her pussy, spreading the soft blonde curls with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist warm slit of her lust factory.
Nancie jumped from the sudden electric contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her eyes flew open and she started to push him away, but Sharon quickly reached forward and gripped each of her wrists and pushed her arms down to the floor on either side of her head. Then, Nancie automatically opened her legs as she started to struggle against the restraint and Tod leaped forward and caught her in that obscene position before she could close her legs again.
Clamping his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs, he held her fast. Her eyes opened wide in confusion, the tricked young wife tried to close her wide-open legs but it was a hopeless battle. She could see Tod crouched on all fours down between her widespread thighs smiling at her between her upstanding breasts like a lion about to pounce on its helpless victim. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his eager face in defenseless sacrifice as she lay frozen to the floor, the terrible truth dawning on her of what her "friends" Tod and Sharon were about to do to her! She watched in horror as Tod's tongue slowly circled his lips in nervous anticipation of the ravishment about to take place.
She finally found her voice. "Let me up, let me up! Oh, Sharon, please!"
"Take it easy, baby," Sharon said gently. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to make love to you."
"Oh, no, no, I can't! It's wrong, it's wrong for Dick. I'm married ... I'm married...."
But it was too late. While Sharon held her arms firmly to the floor, Tod once again placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the ragged pink pussy lips slowly apart, exposing the moist slit of her defenseless cunt to his merciless gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animalistic groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue snake-like up into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
The captive blonde jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. In vain, her buttocks ground down against the living room carpet, trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret pussy.
"Oh nooooo! Oooooh! Oooooh!" Nancie whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the floor watching in horrified disbelief that this could actually be happening to her as she saw his head rocking up and down in hungry, long-awaited feast between her open legs below.
"Oh nnnnoooooo!" she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back onto the carpet and flailing helplessly from side to side as Tod's tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. fn spite of her horror at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her nakedly quivering belly and her arms tensed against Sharon's grip while her firm-rounded breasts jiggled from the lewd buffeting her body was undergoing. Then, to Nancie's further horror, Sharon leaned down, still maintaining the grip on Nancie's wrists, and blew gently on her upthrust nipples. Nancie shuddered at the new sensation that rippled through her pinioned young body, as her nipples stiffened reflexively. Then Sharon brought her mouth closer to Nancie's straining breasts and began to slowly circle her tongue around the tiny pink buds. Nancie watched in horrified disbelief as her nipples reacted further to this second unnatural attack and began to harden, their color deepening as the blood rushed into them.
Tod's eyes remained wide open as his mouth and tongue worked at the widespread tightness of his fear-tensed victim's cunt. He watched with arrogant delight the contorted expressions on her face as Sharon's head lowered further and further onto her swollen breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of the surrender he knew was sure to come.
Nancie lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages her helpless body was being subjected to ... there was nothing she could do and great tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes. Pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the obscene wet sucking sounds Tod was making down between her hand-held thighs, and watched her college friend's tongue digging ever harder and harder against her rock-hard nipples.
Oh shit, how could she ever face her Dick after allowing her body to be subjected to such cruel humiliation by this inhuman couple crouched above her! They were defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath them and accept any further degradation they desired without so much as a scream of protest. Oh why did Dave have to go away on that trip? Why had she ever accepted the Harris' dinner invitation? The worse part of it was that her own best friend was not only helping the lust-crazed beast hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs, but was actually joining in the depraved assault. Nancie had never felt so alone and helpless in her life.
Tod Harris' eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue deep into her protesting cunt. He watched the tears of shock and fear falling over her cheeks, and was unable to check a feeling of satisfaction within himself. Although he wished this saucy little blonde no real harm, he naturally resented the fact that she had felt she was too good for the likes of him. He laughed at himself as he gave an extra hard flick of his tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before the night was over she'd be begging for more, and by the Devil, she'd get all that he could give her.
He chuckled softly as he got a Firmer grip on her thighs. This would get her, he grinned, and flicked the tip of his tongue downward into the tight little puckered opening of her anus that nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
"Nnnnnnghh!" The unexpected searing contact with her sensitive nether opening brought a low moan of anguish from Nancie's full red lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the wild sensations that were racing out of control through her naked body.
"Oooohhh, Please, Pleeeeasssse, Don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her loins away from the hot flicking tongue still licking without mercy at her anus. The older man's only answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaauggghh," she groaned again as tiny goose bumps of unwanted excitement rippled across her quivering belly and heaving breasts.
Then, Sharon's head dropped lower and she took one of Nancie's pink wet nipples in her mouth and began gently nibbling at it with her teeth. Nancie sobbed helplessly before this double attack, and suddenly, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked forward involuntarily at the darting tongue that was sending helpless new spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her drug-sensitized nerves.
"Oh no!
No! I can't! I can't!" the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought. She was not only committing obscene adultery with Tod and Sharon, but the most frightening and shameful thing was that her body was suddenly enjoying it! She clenched her teeth together and fought with all her might against the tiny little licking sparks of desire that threatened to burst suddenly into uncontrollable flame and devour her. But it was a losing battle as the merciless couple above her mewled and licked ceaselessly at her defenseless body.
And then, after a moment of desperate struggle within her confused and tortured mind, the dam burst!
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancie Ryan's shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow, abandoned movement up against Tod Harris' hard-thrusting tongue, and a low soul-stirring moan came from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband. Forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire!
Tod sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin he thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering sheath of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her whitely rounded buttocks up against his face in a slow hypnotic rhythm. She was his now, he gloated excitedly as he watched the pained contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, it wouldn't be long now until he rammed it deep into that soft little belly of hers and shot his eager sperm all the way up into this tightly steaming little pussy. By golly, she wasn't too good for him anymore. She would soon be just another hot little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with delight, she'd get it all right ... and get it good!
Tod was just beginning to move his lips away from Nancie's warmly streaming pussy when he was stopped by his wife as she raised her beautiful head from Nancie's passion-swollen breasts.
"Me first," she said. "You can have yours later." And with these words she swung her naked body around and straddled Nancie's chest, her buttocks just above the deserted breasts and her knees on either side of Nancie's head.
Her pussy was poised just an inch of two away from Nancie's passion-distorted face, tiny drops of moisture seeping down onto the blonde girl's chin from between Sharon's fleshy pink cuntal lips. Nancie stared uncomprehendingly at Sharon's waiting pussy as she took her head in her hands and tried to guide her mouth toward the wide-open orifice.
Nancie had squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Tod's flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break out of her chest. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of her vagina had gone on forever when suddenly she became aware of what Sharon was trying to get her to do.
For a moment she hesitated, but all rational thought had long ago left her hashish-fogged brain. Aware of neither shame or decency, she knew only the incredible sensations of joy that the two people above her had been sending through her body. The warmly aroused young bride found that her hands were now free, and she circled her arms eagerly behind Sharon's buttocks and pulled her friend's widespread loins right down into her face. Her own head raised up a few inches off the floor and her tongue shot deep into the pink moist flesh of Sharon's pussy.
Sharon jerked from the sudden wet contact and pressed her hands harder on either side of Nancie's blonde head, pulling her face up tighter to her lusting loins. Nancie's tongue was circling around maddeningly inside her cunt lips, the tip flicking against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy like the tongue of an angry cobra.
"Oooooohhh," a long groan escaped from deep in her throat. "It's good, Nancie, it's good. Do it more, do it more."
The scheming brunette chanted the words out without thought, her body heaving and jerking. She opened her thighs so that her cunt would spread open as much as possible. Nancie obligingly pulled the crevice of the offered pussy wide apart with both her hands, stretching it seemingly cruelly as she heard Sharon begging for more, and she dropped her tongue to the small puckered anus below. She thrust the tip hard against the fleshy circle until she felt it give slightly and the tip of her tongue entered just a little. Sharon fairly shrieked her joy now as Nancie tensed against the tightness of her rectum, wanting only to return the pleasure she herself had already received.
Moving her mouth away and moistening the tip of her forefinger in Sharon's flowing cuntal secretions, Nancie then pressed the slippery tip of her finger against the tiny little hole of Sharon's anus. Her mouth moved back up to Sharon's clitoris, and as she nibbled gently against it, she thrust with her finger, sinking it in to the first knuckle into Sharon's ass hole.
Sharon grunted loudly with mixed pleasure and pain, obviously caught up in the throes of her passion with the assault of her friend.
Nancie thrust her finger in to the second knuckle.
Sharon grunted louder, "Oh sweetie, it hurts, it hurts!"
Instinctively, the inexperienced blonde held her finger still and thrust her tongue deep up into Sharon's vagina again until her friend could become accustomed to the strange unnatural presence in her anus.
Sharon sat stock-still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tight over her teeth. Then, after a seeming eternity, she began to breathe again. Nancie began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting her finger around and around in Sharon's ass hole, stretching it wider with each circle, until the pain in Sharon's anus merged with the tremendous pleasure coursing through her naked pussy and she began thrusting her soft supple ass cheeks back on Nancie's finger, skewering it in lewd rhythm to the lashing of her tongue. Nancie kept her free hand behind Sharon's buttocks to press the trembling brunette's loins tighter into her face, locking Sharon to her slavering lips in a hot wet connection of tongue and cunt.
Tod had raised himself up and was sitting back on his haunches, watching in amazement the bizarre spectacle before him. He stared in fascination at the way his wife's beautifully rounded ass-cheeks pressed heavily down on Nancie's firm white breasts every time she jerked backwards into Nancie's pumping forefinger. Occasionally he reached over and touched the soft lush-swollen orbs jiggling around before his feasting eyes. This was too much. He could hardly wait to have pussy around his long thick cock!
This was turning him on more than anything he had ever seen before. He touched Nancie's soft white breasts that were alternately standing upright, and flat as Sharon sat her bare ass cheeks onto them, and then he would lick and touch Sharon's jiggling breasts with his mouth, adding to her lewd lust!
A strange masochistic wildness had taken hold of Sharon's body as she crouched there impaled between Nancie's tongue and finger, and with her husband alternately sucking on her breasts and touching Nancie's breasts, and she ground her buttocks in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probings into her steaming loins. Nothing mattered now but the swirling agony of the lustful sensation rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. There was nothing else in the world, and she writhed and twisted above her lewdly working blonde friend, gasping and moaning all the obscene words that came into her tortured and anguished mind.
"Oh you little bitch, suck me, lick me, fuck me, harder, stick your finger up my ass! Harder, faster, longer, harder! Ooooohh! Aaaaah! Aaaaahhhgg!"
Nancie slaved demon-like below, hearing Sharon's cries approaching a quick climax. She could see the passion-crazed brunette looming above her, her beautiful torso twisting and writhing as if in some exotic oriental dance with Tod alternately sucking her breasts and touching her own breasts.
Sharon's eyes were tightly shut and expressions of pain and ecstasy flickered over her lovely tan face. Her dark hair billowed out in sable waves around her as she twisted her head helplessly from side to side. Her thighs spasmodically opened and closed against the sides of Nancie's head, and Nancie could feel their warm soft resilience press tightly against her ears as Sharon jerked involuntarily from an extra deep flick of the tongue in her cuntal passage. The drugged young wife could feel Nancie's belly rise and fall more quickly and her head flailed more and more wildly from side to side her long hair lashing out like a whip ... Nancie thrust her tongue deeper, and Sharon's thighs pressed tighter into the sides of the younger girl's head, tightening and softening in really wanted his kisses and embraces. The gorgeous teacher had lost sight of all reason or fear. She was no longer aware of anything but the glorious sensation of warmth left behind by the youngster's warm, moist lips and gentle hands as they explored her hotly burning flesh.
Her eyes closed in helpless resignation to her own weakness and she allowed her head to rest on Dave's shoulder as she waited for the teenager's next move.
Gently, the dark-haired youngster pushed her back down onto the couch and kneeled down on the floor beside her, staring down at the beautiful woman in unbelieving joy. Jessica lay sprawled on the cushions, her arms and legs askew as they had fallen when she collapsed back on the couch. The white nylon band of her panties was clearly visible up beneath her skirt and Dave's eyes stared hotly at the tiny strands of blonde silken pubic hair that curled invitingly out around the edges of the tight elastic leg bands stretching around her firm, cream-like thighs. The teacher's skirt was hiked high on her curving hips, but even when she felt the boy's eyes on her almost naked genital flesh, she made no attempt to cover up her shamelessly exposed lower body. It didn't matter any more. Through lust-dimmed half-closed eyes, Jessica stared into the face of the adolescent who leaned over her, an eager grin of lust obscenely distorting his boyish features.
She could barely believe that this thing was happening after all these years, that she felt true animal desire for a male, without fear of complications or punishment. For the first time since her young lover had died, the lovely blonde felt real hunger for the man she was with, felt like a female animal in heat, with all her thousands of tiny nerve endings demanding the satisfaction they had been denied for so long. She was only dimly aware of the tremendous struggle going on in her impassioned brain-a desperate battle between her conscience and her long-buried sensual nature. One part of her being was fully aware of the undeniable immorality of what she was doing, shamelessly inviting the sweet, vulnerable youngster into her home, then inciting him to passionate caresses. But another part of her being, her starving body, was much more persuasive, telling her that she truly did want this sixteen year-old boy fucking hotly up between her legs as much as she had ever wanted anything in the world. And he wanted her just as badly. At this point, how could she stop what was happening? How could she deny herself, or him, the satisfaction of quenching the raging desires that were coursing between their bodies like a thousand volts of unleashed electricity. It was hopeless to fight it any longer. She had to have him-and now!
Discarding the last of her inhibitions, Jessica reached behind her back and unfastened the hook that closed her flimsy white brassiere. Dave stared down in blissful enchantment as the skimpy garment slid slowly away from her body, gradually revealing the quivering upthrust globes of her breasts, rising and falling with the force of the beautiful woman's ragged breathing.
Losing the fading remnants of his self-control, the youngster reached out and tore the undergarment away from Jessica's body, his breath rasping in the silent room as his gaze feasted on the ripe, fleshy twin globes. Jessica lay motionless on the couch, her face shining with a strange kind of pride as she watched Dave's gaze linger wonderingly on her upturned breasts.
A low strangled moan fell from his lips and then suddenly his head dipped downward, his white teeth fastening harshly onto the rosy turgid nipple of the heaving swollen mound closest to him. As the boy bit unintentionally hard into the hardened tip of her breast, Jessica gasped in protest, squirming wildly to free herself from the unexpectedly painful nip, but the youngster's hands, excitedly coursing over her hips and thighs, held her firmly down to the couch. His exploring lips joyously travelled the soft, palpitating mounds, tonguing and nibbling at the warm, vibrant flesh that lay beneath his inquiring mouth. As quickly as it had come, Jessica's fear departed and her hips began a slow, impatient grinding into the cushions as she felt a delightful twitch of lewdly rising sensation deep in the crevice between her wide-splayed thighs.
"Oh, Dave, yesss ... oh yes," she breathlessly crooned as the teenager's soft lips played over the sensitive flesh of her upper body. "It's alright ... wonderful," she sighed as the caresses of his hands stroked her skin into a white hot sheet of flaming passion. Tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her voluptuous body as her breasts and loins ached with the intensity of her desire.
"God, Mrs. Davis, I want you so bad," Dave gasped in return as his hands dipped down to the fastening of her skirt, pulling and tugging at the skimpy garment until the zipper slid downward and he could force it down her long, shapely legs. "I've never done anything like this before, but, oh God, I really want to , to fuck you! Can I fuck you, please?"
Jessica stiffened at the sound of the obscene words from the sixteen year old boy's mouth and yet their very lewdness excited her even more until she knew she was losing whatever control she had had over what was occurring here in her own living room. She could feel warm moisture spreading from her vagina to dampen the crotch of her panties and she pressed her legs tightly together to ease the burning sensation that was licking madly at the pit of her stomach.
Dave's hungry kisses and maddening manipulations of her blazing flesh were turning her entire body into a knotted bundle of raw nerve ends, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to check. A tiny moan of helpless protest fell from her lips as the youngster wonderingly seized both of her throbbing breasts and squeezed them together like straining grapefruits until the two rosy nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped them. Tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of them as he sucked the hardening points into the warm moist cavern of his mouth. She could feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he lifted his head to lock his mouth wildly against hers once again. Jessica tried for one last moment to squirm away, to make a final futile stand against the seduction that she had started and was no longer capable of controlling; but she no longer had the strength of will to resist. She had forgotten about Ernest and all the other horrible old men who had tried to use her body so selfishly. Nothing was real to her anymore but the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
All she wanted was to feel this glorious young boy's lusting body against her tingling female flesh. She sighed and ceased her struggling as his hands slid down from her bulging breasts to fondle the lovely, full globes of her buttocks under her panties.
"Please, can I fuck you, Mrs. Davis? Can I?" the boy panted urgently as he sensed her sudden submissive surrender to his hands and lips.
"Ooooh, yes, God, yesss!" she cried mindlessly, "Take your clothes off, Dave! Hurry and get naked!"
She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made her body ache to have him inside her and there was no thought in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his stiff boyish cock deep into her needing vagina. She knew she could not wait another moment and she reached down to tear her own flimsy white panties free of her body. Then, as she lay back on the couch to watch the youngster obediently removing his clothing, Jessica finally realized what she was doing.
No matter how wickedly exciting it seemed, there was something horribly immoral and wrong in being here like this with her young student, so close and absolutely naked to his lusting gaze. The realization that she was actually seducing the sweet virginal youngster hit her with the force of a sledgehammer and for a moment, she tried to understand what was happening.
"Darling, maybe ... maybe we should ... should wait," she weakly began, but the words faded as the sixteen year old youth dropped one garment after another to the floor. As the bare flesh of his young, slim, lightly-muscled body came into view, all the arguments slipped from her mind and her blue eyes locked hungrily on the vision of the stiff throbbing boyish shaft that jutted out from the sparse dark pubic hair at the base of his flat belly.
"You'll have to show me how, Mrs. Davis," the boy whispered anxiously as he saw her eyes close in resignation. "W-will you teach me how to fuck you?"
The innocent sincerity in the youngster's crude words aroused Jessica even more until she could barely understand what was happening in her body. Her brain whirled with lust and she groaned huskily as the boy hesitantly moved closer to the couch on which she lay.
"God, yes, I'll teach you how to fuck me," she murmured brokenly. "But let's do it now! For God's sake, hurry! I can't wait any longer!"
As she heard herself say the forbidden words a thrill of excitement coursed through Jessica's body and she reached out her arms to draw the handsome dark-haired youngster down onto the couch, pulling his smooth gleaming chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts. The beautiful older woman shivered at the realization that she truly did want it as much as this young male animal she had enticed to her apartment. She felt him awkwardly prying her quivering thighs far apart and she hungrily lifted her hips to meet the welcome weight of his body as he moved uncertainly between her shapely wide-splayed legs.
Dave's boyish features swam dizzily before her lust-glazed eyes as she felt the hardness of his pulsing young rod of flesh jabbing uncertainly into the soft sensitive flesh of her upper thigh before it slipped down to rest against the full length of her tingling crevice. The wildly lurching head of the rigid penis twitched maddeningly between her upthrust buttocks, moving up and down her slippery valley as the youngster's hips gyrated madly in an effort to plant the hard, blood-filled tip inside the moist swollen lips of her pussy. At last, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation, the gorgeous teacher reached down between their bodies and grasped the full length of his slim, youthful prick in her trembling fingers.
With a tender smile of reassurance for the frantic boy, she began to move her tightly-closed fist up and down the smooth hard flesh, delighting in the sensation of its urgent pulsing against her soft palm and the warm sticky fluids that oozed out in tiny white driblets from the blood-inflated head. Then, with a tremulous moan, she shakily guided it into the split of her buttocks, carefully posing the mushroom-shaped tip between the swollen hair-lined lips of her inflamed vagina. She steadied it there with one hand and placed her other on the youngster's clenching buttocks, pressing his body down with all her strength to draw the slender pulsating shaft into the softness of her pussy, to let it quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that had been torturing her voluptuous body since she had first seen Dave in her classroom.
Watching her expression, the sixteen year-old boy tentatively pressed forward and Jessica's eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moistly waiting vagina. Then her breathing stopped for what seemed like a century as she lay in complete wantonness beneath the body of the dark-haired youngster, anticipating the moment when he would drive the fiery rod of rigid pulsing flesh into her starving body.
"Now, Dave," she breathed. "Oh Lord, darling, do it to me now!"
Above her, the boy's lost expression gave way to a twisted grimace of sheer animal lust as he heard her impassioned female plea. For the first time in his life, a beautiful voluptuous woman was actually begging him to fuck her and he had a feeling of limitless power unlike .anything he had ever experienced before. With a little cry of triumph, he pressed forward on Jessica's body and heard her gasp in wanton animal joy as the bloated rock-hard head of his prick slid forward, in past the moist warm opening of her cunt. The hard throbbing length of his shaft moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her vagina and the beautiful blonde winced at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as it penetrated deeper, seeming to slide in forever, filling her more gloriously and completely than she would ever had believed possible.
As he felt her quivering beneath his body, Dave looked down and saw his lovely teacher helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the softly crisp, curling hair of her pussy. He gasped and fell forward, his weight smashing her full-rounded breasts tightly back against her chest with the power' of his sudden thrust as his hips lurched forward to slide his long, pulsing cock deep into her cunt like a driving, relentless piston, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in thin velvety waves before its blunt head. Jessica groaned in rapture as she felt his testicles bounce heavily against the cheeks of her quivering ass and the hard rubbery head of his youthful penis push tentatively against her cervix.
"Oh, yes, darling, that's right ... Ohhh, that's beautiful!" Jessica sang out in delight as she kicked her feet out in the air, wrapping her arms and legs around the teenager's tense young body. The sleek inner muscles of her cunt tightened around his throbbing eager prick as she reached up and pulled him closer. The illicit thrill of seducing so young a boy, of driving him to a glorious climax with her body, sent chills coursing up and down her spine. For one long contemplative moment, she could not help but wonder how she must look now, a woman nearing middle-age letting her cunt swallow this teenager's strong young penis deep up into her stomach, but then, as she felt him begin to move his hips back and forth, trying to ram further and further into her, she abandoned her fear. Her breath was gradually being whipped away by the sensation of Dave plunging his stone-hard cock up into her lusting pussy and she began to rotate her buttocks in the most provocative manner she could possibly manage. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his fresh, boiling young sperm far up into her vagina, to fill her as she had never been filled before. This afternoon, she and this wonder youth would explore together all the delights of sex that she had tried for so many years to forget.
Dave's eyes sparkled with the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his young life. His hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-inflamed prick in the delicate moist walls of his teacher's hungry pussy. He panted heavily as he propped his body up on his elbows and stared down between their joined bodies, drinking in the sight of his thick vein-ribbed shaft, moist with Jessica's secret juices, pistoning into the coral slit of her beautiful hair-fringed cunt. The sight of her full white breasts dancing beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips like two round eyes staring back up at him, filled him with almost unbearable excitement. His eyes gaped open wider as he watched the movements of the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, the swollen fleshy folds drawing back with each slow outstroke he made, then swallowing in again as he gently thrust forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her heaving pelvis resounded throughout the room as he rammed his long fiery cock deeper and deeper into her steaming dilated pussy and the inexperienced youngster vaguely wondered if he were hurting the tight tiny hole he had first felt when he had first placed his cock between her legs. He desperately hoped that he wasn't hurting her, because it felt too deliciously good to stop right now.
"Oh, God, oh, yessss ... that's right, that's wonderful," Jessica crooned joyously up at him as she writhed her pelvis to meet each stroke of the plunging boyish prick. She was no longer ashamed for having lured this fantastic youngster to do what he was doing-fucking her sex-starved cunt! For he had been turning on the hot streak in her ever since she had first seen him and it had been all too easy for her to commit her first act of illicit sex. God, she was revelling in it, like the wanton whore she now knew she was.
Her eyelids fluttered deliriously as she twisted beneath the youngster, guiding his movement with her hands and hips, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his face down to rest in the billowing white warmth of her breasts, sensing that he was about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time to be a wonderful memorable experience, just as her first time with Kent had been, and she ground her hips wildly upward to make it as good for him as she possibly could. The dark-haired youngster labored over her, moving suddenly into a rhythm of longer, smoother plunging strokes that brought his pulsing rod of flesh almost all the way out of Jessica's greedily clutching vagina on the back-stroke and them ramming forward into her until he could feel the blood-gorged head of his cock filling her all the way to her cervix deep inside her belly. He felt her begin to thrash more wildly beneath him and her frantic writhing made him forget everything but the whirlpool of animal-lust that was building deep inside his testicles.
The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts and groans filled the air of the tiny apartment, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurping of the boy's cock driving madly in and out of Jessica's wet sucking cunt.
Dave's hands slipped down between the couch cushions and the full white cheeks of his teacher's ass and the boy cupped them in his clutching spread fingers and palms, massaging the warm soft flesh in lewd delight as he felt his hot sperm start to boil deep in his bloated testicles. Jessica moaned mindlessly beneath him, her flushed face vividly registering her intense passion. She was becoming more and more aroused with every passing second and the boy's stiff cock stroked harder and harder into her hot willing cunt.
Then suddenly, Jessica gasped in alarm as she felt Dave's hard young prick begin to flex and pulse deep in her belly. The hard rubbery head flared out then until she felt as though it might tear up into her intestines. It took a moment before the inexperienced but older woman actually realized that Dave was ready to cum, to shoot his warm creamy load into her hot greedy cunt. The thought made her shiver compulsively with delight. Her hands flew downward to grip his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her open loins.
At the same time, Jessica felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of an earthquake and she abandonedly waved her buttocks into the air, spiraling her juicy, excited cunt up and down on the boy's burrowing, wildly-expanding cock. Then, without warning she began to tremble uncontrollably beneath him.
"Oh my God, I ... I'm cumming! I'm cummmmminnnnng!"
Her breathless groan rose to a strangled cry of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began to vibrate all over, her own wet white fluids oozing from her throbbing passageway and drowning the boy's impaling member in its sticky wet warmth.
"You're what? ... Wh-what's cumming?" Dave asked, gasping with his own passion.
The dark-haired youngster was still for a moment, astonished by his beautiful teacher's orgasmic jerking and flailing, but then, as she writhed out the last of her climax against his pelvis, the teenager felt himself completely lose control of his passion. He frantically bore his hips down against her, slamming his erupting cock all the way to the hilt in the depths of her hotly contracting passage, his dark-haired head dipping down to wildly suck on the ruby nipple of one of her wildly jiggling breasts. With a rush that took his breath away, Dave's boiling young sperm exploded up the full length of his painfully pulsing cock, hosing deep up into the lovely older woman's wide-stretched pussy, mixing salaciously with the juices of her own cumming.
The hot, drenched walls of Jessica's cunt clasped and unclasped around it, working and sucking at his penis as though it were trying to milk him dry. Cum juices flowed wetly out around his still-throbbing prick, spilling down into the soft, excitedly-clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his balls and the base of his cock as he tried to sink it deeper into the beautiful blonde's heaving belly. Brilliant flashes of light exploded like flares in Jessica's head as she breathed in short desperate gasps, as though she were suffocating, her body quivering and shaking like a reed in the forceful wind of her passion. It was the most wonderful thing that had happened to her for as long as she could remember and Jessica tried desperately to make it go on forever.
Reaching frantically between her squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to gently stroke the virile young balls pressed tight into the open crevice there. Her legs jerked out and upward, quivering insanely around the boy's shoulders. The starving flesh of her cunt sucked at the lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and lay limp inside her still hotly milking cuntal walls.
The gasping youngster fell exhaustedly across her nakedly perspiring body panting, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly-deflating penis. At last, she too quivered to stillness, her legs collapsing limp on either side of his gasping form as Dave's clutching grip on her trembling buttocks slowly loosened and finally released altogether.
CHAPTER FIVE
The gorgeous older woman's firm, perfectly sculptured body was exhausted of all energy and emotion and, as she moved tentatively beneath the boy, she felt her thighs and buttocks slipping in the overflow of hot sticky juice that had filled her belly to the bursting point and some of which was now seeping wetly back out of her. A moment later, she gently pushed Dave off her weary body, breathing hard to fill her lungs with air as he slowly lifted his weight off her. The golden-haired teacher moaned softly at the sensation of the now-limp penis withdrawing from her used and battered cunt, then sighed with relief as cool air wafted over her spent, sweat-soaked body.
A moment or two later, Dave sat down on the floor beside the couch, trying to recover his strength, staring almost reverently at the body of the ravishing woman who had unexpectedly given him so much delightful pleasure. His eyes timidly avoided the sight of the wet, matted furrow of her sex glistening wetly in the fading afternoon light. The smooth insides of her ivory thighs were heavily smeared with the white sticky juice that trickled in tiny transparent rivulets out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd pool between her still wide-opened thighs.
He could barely believe that such a thing had really happened to him and as he leaned against the couch, he felt a quick new stirring in his loins at the idea that the unbelievable desirable woman had decided to give him his very first experience in sex. His best friend, Lee, talked about fucking girls all the time and had even offered to get him a date with one of Angel's pretty friends, but he had always refused, feeling frightened that he might make a fool of himself. No one had ever told him that it would be this easy and this much fun! Just thinking about it made him want to do it again right away, just as soon as he had rested a moment.
"That was really something, Mrs. Davis," the dark-haired boy whispered hesitantly when he had recovered his breath. He was almost reluctant to disturb the beautiful older woman. On her face she was wearing an expression of such peaceful contentment that he could barely believe it was the same woman who had been crying out her climax only a few minutes ago. "I ... I never knew that it would be anything like that ... I don't know how to thank you."
Too exhaustedly happy to even think, Jessica simply smiled at the boy's youthful gratitude. Through the long, lonely years since Kent's death, the beautiful blonde had almost resigned herself to the idea that she would never again feel a man's penis inside her and she was just as pleasantly astonished as the boy was at the success of her afternoon. There was no question but that her long-cherished innocence was gone as well as was Dave's, but she could not honestly say that she regretted saying goodbye to the last vestiges of her girlhood morals. For a moment, she wondered if she hadn't been silly to ignore her natural yearnings all these years.
"Y-you liked it too, didn't you?" the youngster asked anxiously as Jessica continued to lie there in silence. "I mean, I didn't hurt you or anything? God, it just felt so good ... that I guess I kind of forgot about everything...."
As she heard the worried tone of Dave's voice, Jessica lazily opened her eyes and languidly hoisted herself up on her elbows. How on earth could she begin to tell this youngster how she felt at this moment? She searched her mind for the proper words to express her own gratitude, to tell him that he had soothed the terribly lonely ache she had borne inside her for so many years. The lovely warm afterglow she felt right now was almost too much for her to comprehend herself and she knew she would never be able to explain it to the sweet young student beside her.
"Of course, I liked it, Dave," she finally said, smiling blissfully, her blue eyes shining with fulfillment. "I'm sorry if I frightened you, but that's how women act when they are really excited. In fact, it was absolutely marvelous! I don't know how you did such a fantastic job your very first time."
"Well ... well, I sometimes think about it a lot," he said hesitantly, a rosy blush covering his face. "And the guys told me all that they knew about it."
"Well, I'm certainly glad they did," Jessica chuckled. The idea of these innocent teenagers trading uncertain speculations amused her and she unthinkingly inquired, "Which of your friends knows so much about it?"
"Oh, Lee has a lot of experience. He says that Angel is a really wild lay. But I don't think that anyone ever would believe how great you are," he enthused eagerly, adding, "Wow, I'll bet you're probably the best in the world!"
As she heard the strange compliment from the boy's lips, Jessica's post-orgasmic glow began to rapidly fade and she suddenly realized the possible ugly ramifications that could come from her wanton seduction of the boy beside her. She had to admit that she felt a warm satisfaction and sense of accomplishment as well as a new sense of adventure in the illicit relationship she now shared with the youth, but she knew that she may have ruined her life with her moment of weakness this afternoon. What if the boy ever bragged to his friends? What if he confessed to his parents or one of the other teachers? To him, she was nothing more than a great "lay" and he might possibly shatter the new life she was trying to build for herself. A sudden wave of anger passed through her at his unthinking acceptance of her luscious body.
"What did you just say, Dave?" she coldly demanded.
"I j-just meant to thank you, M-Mrs. Davis," the boy stammered, stunned into an attitude of apology by her sudden change of expression. He seemed to cringe back away from the angry light blazing in her eyes. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"What do you think?" she snapped. "What do you think would happen to me if you told any of your friends about what happened between us today?"
Though she knew it was unreasonable to blame the handsome teenager for her own actions, Jessica was suddenly too frightened and upset by what she had done to think very clearly. "I want you to promise me that you won't tell a soul and then you have to go home. Will you promise?"
"Sure, Mrs. Davis," the boy said anxiously. He hurriedly began pulling on his clothes, an expression of confusion on his smooth young face. "I don't want you to think ... You know I wouldn't...."
"Never mind about that," Jessica curtly interrupted him. Her body was already longing to touch his young firm flesh again and she wanted to get him out of her apartment before she lost control of herself even another time. "Just promise me and then please leave. This was all a terrible mistake!"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Davis!" the boy blurted out suddenly, realizing for the first time that the beautiful teacher did not want to repeat the afternoon's activities ever again. "Why do you say that? You said you liked it! I heard you! Why do you want me to go away now? We could do it again this afternoon! ... I thought-"
"Look, Dave, it was just a mistake, a very bad mistake," Jessica said in exasperation with the boy's reluctance to go. "I also thought ... well, I'm not certain exactly what I thought but I was wrong. This can't ever happen again. Do you understand that? And you'd better get one of your friends to help you with your grammar lesson, because I don't want us to be alone together ever again."
"You ... you didn't like it," the youngster finally said, unbearable hurt showing in his wide brown eyes. "You lied, didn't you?" Dave was suddenly certain that his teacher was so angry with him because he hadn't been able to completely satisfy her. His fragile teenage ego could not bear the idea and in his agony of humiliation, the handsome young boy completely forgot that he had actually witnessed his beautiful teacher's raging climax only a few minutes before.
Jessica couldn't help but see the expression of pain in the good looking teenager's face, and though she felt sorry for him, his fears seemed to provide an escape from the terrible situation she had allowed them both to be led into. If she lied and told him that he had been a terrible lover after all, then surely Dave would be too ashamed to ever try to tempt her again and, much more important, he certainly would not be tempted to brag to his friends about what had happened in her apartment this afternoon. What teenage boy would tell his friends that he had left a woman, especially a beautiful older woman, sexually unsatisfied? she thought to herself, calculating.
Averting her blue eyes from the heartbreaking anxiety in Dave's face, she slowly shook her head. "Don't feel badly about this, Dave, but I'm afraid that you're too young for a woman like me," she said with an outward show of strained reluctance. Though she hated herself for having to hurt the vulnerable youth, she went on. "You have to understand, you know, that I'm used to men with much more experience than you ... real men."
Though she had tried to steel herself against anything Dave might say, Jessica was not prepared for the quick scalding tears that rose in the sweet, dark-haired boy's eyes. Within seconds she was sorry for every word she had said, but before she could retract her comments about the boy's masculinity, he rushed from the room, obviously choking back sobs of humiliation. Jessica sighed as she heard the soft click of the apartment door closing, then rolled over on the couch, burying her head in her arms.
It was all she could do to fight back the tears that threatened to spill hotly down her own flushed cheeks, but the lovely naked woman knew that she had no right to cry. She knew that she had been the cause of her own degradation and now she would have to somehow live with her guilt.
There were papers to be marked and lessons to be planned for the next day of school. She had no time to indulge herself,. even though there were tears welling up in her eyes, tears of disappointment as well as shame-because it had all ended so quickly and unhappily.
In truth, young Dave Sommers had been even more wonderful than she had ever dreamed and now she knew that it would be even harder to control her real feelings for the boy. Nevertheless, she wanted to keep her responsible position at Carlton High School and so she had fearfully driven away the very lover who could have kept her gloriously contented. Now, she heartily wished that she had never had the chance to experience the heights of sensual joy she had discovered that afternoon in the arms of one of her own male students.
Feeling suddenly weary and very old, Jessica rose stiffly from the couch and walked slowly back to her bathroom, determined to clean every last trace of this afternoon's immoral, unnatural love-making from her body and, hopefully, her memory.
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Rob Tighe's weathered face creased into an ironic smile as he watched Lee Harris and his buddy, Dave Sommers, whispering over the assortment of test tubes as they performed a simple dissection in his classroom at Carlton High School. The middle-aged teacher had noticed young Dave's air of worried preoccupation this morning and, seeing that the shy, dark-haired lad had turned to Lee for some sort of advice, was almost certain that the conversation had something to do with sex.
That afternoon, several days ago now, was not the first time the Biology teacher had seen Lee and his hot-blooded little girlfriend strip down for a "quickie" behind the bushes after school and, had it not been for the added attraction of observing the delectable new English teacher playing with herself at the same time, Tighe might not have even bothered taking time out from his work to watch. Though he too had been thoroughly shocked by some of the students' sexual activities when he first came to the school several years ago, he had quickly learned to enjoy the erotic shows when the cocky youngsters took advantage of the shelter of the shrubbery below his window. Of course, the sight had never affected him quite powerfully enough to make him masturbate in front of the window, as the beautiful Mrs. Davis had done. At most, he had occasionally wished that he too might share a little of whatever bit of adolescent female flesh was being fucked below his classroom window. It had been fun to speculate, but nothing more. Until this year, he had always known that he could go home to his own wife and work put his sexual fantasies on her unwilling but docile body. At the depressing thought of his wife, Tighe's smile faded and he rose from his desk.
The very idea of what she had done-leaving him and then putting him through a divorce court-made him touchy and irritable, unable to concentrate on his class paperwork. The stupid bitch, he thought angrily to himself, she always was a bit of a prude. All he had wanted was to try a few sexual variations with his own wife and she stormed out of the house calling him everything but a child-molester. What she never knew was that he got most of his ideas while watching the "children" of Carlton High School, fucking and sucking each other beneath his window, sometimes three and four involved at a time. If she had ever had an idea of some of the scenes he had witnessed outside the biology class window, Tighe was sure his narrow-minded ex-wife would have had a stroke.
The idea of watching his wife collapse in a paroxysm of self-righteous indignation cheered him somewhat and Tighe decided to stroll around the classroom and observe his young students performing the dissection he had explained at the beginning of the lesson period.
"Are you kidding me, man? You mean you really got fucked? Jeez, I thought you were going to be jacking-off for the rest of your life! Hey, don't cut that!" Lee cautioned as Dave set down a beaker of fluids. "Old Tighe wants us to follow it through to the leg!"
As the strident whisper reached his ears, the middle-aged Biology teacher slowed his pace and looked surreptitiously over his shoulder toward the work table from which it had come. He smiled to himself as he realized that his suspicions about Lee's and Dave's conversation had been correct. As usual, they were discussing sexual exploits, but for a change, Lee was not monopolizing the dialogue with much exaggerated tales of his relationships with half the girls in the school. In fact, Tighe, who usually managed to overhear most of the gossip that went on over the experiments in his classes, was just as happy to have a change of pace from Lee's boasting, but why, he wondered, didn't young Dave look any more exultant about what was probably his first and only conquest?
Intrigued now, the paunchy teacher moved closer to the work table of the two young students, trying to look busy and involved with other things as he listened closely to their hushed conversation.
"Yeah, I guess I liked it," Dave's voice murmured unhappily. "But she didn't, and I don't know why. Does that ever happen to you, Lee, when you fuck other girls?"
"Well, listen, man, first tell me who it was and then I'll tell you," Lee's deep voice broke in confidently. "These broads all have their hang-ups and believe me, I know them all. You just have to know how to handle them ... according to how they are."
Tighe stifled a chuckle at the dark-haired youngster's great self-presumed knowledge of .women. His grin broadened as he heard Dave's reply.
"I can't tell who it was. I promised I wouldn't."
"So who cares," Lee demanded disgustedly. "Everybody promises but all the girls know that nobody keeps his mouth shut anyway. It's just part of the whole damned game. You've just got to learn these things, Dave. What the hell do they think we talk about, anyway? Homework."
"She isn't just one of the girls," Dave explained miserably. "She's older and last night she said...." He sighed unhappily then and at last admitted the truth, "She said I didn't have 'enough experience' to satisfy her."
Fuck the bitch," Lee advised his dark-haired friend, echoing the eavesdropping teacher's own unspoken sentiments. "If she wanted experience, why didn't she pick somebody up in a bar. No offense, Dave, but you don't usually act like a great lover when you're with girls."
Rob Tighe decided that he was liking Lee, this egotistical kid, more and more every minute. The boy's comments made sense and the Biology teacher wondered what older woman would be cruel enough to insult a sixteen year-old youngster after his first sexual experiment. It almost sounded like his own ex-wife, a haughty, selfish bitch who really didn't know what she wanted and so would take out her own frustrations on anyone close to her. It was just too bad, he thought, that the innocent kid had to find someone like that for his first piece of ass.
"You don't understand," Dave protested again. "It was somebody we know-I mean somebody I know." he hastily amended. "We were alone together and it just happened! She didn't pick me up or anything...."
There was a silence before Lee began to speak his mind and then his words were weighted with unusual admiration for his inexperienced friend. "Uh, Dave, weren't you supposed to stay after school with Mrs. Davis last night?" he said slowly, suggestively. "I came by after soccer practice and you guys were gone. You're not trying to tell me . .
"Oh, no! That's crazy!" Dave said all too hastily.
"Oh, wow!" Lee breathed in astonishment, obviously at a loss for words. "She's got a body that would stop a train, but how did you do it, man? I mean, she's out of our league, and besides, she's as cold as an icebox Come on, tell me, how did you do it?"
"N-no, you've got it all wrong," Dave stammered unconvincingly, lowering his eyes in shame. "How could I...?"
"It's either her or your mother, man," Lee said calmly. "After all, how many older women do you know-that I know?"
Dave's silence said more than words and finally Lee spoke up again, anxious to satisfy his swelling sense of curiosity.
"Well, how was she, man? Jeez, with a body like that, she wouldn't even have to do anything except lie there."
"It was great-I thought...." Dave's voice trailed off in misery. "She seemed really happy until it was all over and then, then she got mad and told me she wanted a real man. A real man! That was what she said...."
"That's really shitty," Lee commiserated. "Boy, softness of his penis and breathing wetly up into his ear, she ground her leg slowly and methodically against it.
"Surprise you?" she whispered as she felt the first slight stirrings of his penis beneath his pants.
"We shouldn't be dancing this close together, Sharon! It doesn't look good, and Tod and Nancie might see us," was all the flustered young man could manage to return.
"Oh, don't worry about them, they're on the other side of the dance floor, and if I know Tod, Nancie will be fully occupied just keeping out of the way of his big feet. You know," she added, "I'm the one who suggested that we all come here tonight. I've been watching you for a long time and just had to work someway to get together with you."
"But, I'm a married man," he stammered in a whisper. "A-And you're married too."
"That always makes it much more exciting, don't you think?"
Dick suddenly lost his tongue. He was so surprised by the sudden and brazen revelation of Sharon's interest in him that the words just wouldn't come. He couldn't believe it" was happening.
"Don't worry about Tod and Nancie. What they don't know won't hurt them." As she spoke, the sultry brunette still ground softly forward with her thigh between his legs and gave a low throaty laugh as she felt his cock involuntarily hardening from the teasing motion.
"You do like it, don't you?" she breathed into Dick's stunned silence.
Before he could answer, the music stopped and the band leader announced it was time for intermission. Dick was happy to see it come. He was in such a state of shock he still hadn't determined if his wife's friend was kidding or not. But she just had to be. Things like this didn't happen so suddenly. This woman had to be insane.
"You two looked like a couple of real love birds out there. The sexiest two on the floor," Tod chortled as they all sat down again together. Dick's heart sank, but Tod didn't seem to think much about it and went on to another topic. Dick shot a guilty glance towards Nancie but she and Sharon were once again buried in conversation. His wife seemed to have noticed nothing. In a few minutes the two women excused themselves and went to the powder room together.
As soon as they were inside, Nancie excitedly grabbed Sharon by the arm.
"How did it go?" she asked the older woman.
"That's a pretty shy husband you've got," Sharon answered with a grin. "But the seed's been planted. We'll just have to see what kind of shoot comes up," and she laughed gaily.
"Good," Nancie said, fighting down a small twinge of jealousy. "I haven't been to see my mother for several months, so later tonight I'll tell Dick that I'll be out of town for the weekend. The rest is up to you."
The half-hesitant blonde wondered if she had heard a slight catch in her own voice. But she knew she was going to go through with this. She wanted the new life that had dawned for her the other night with Tod and Sharon, but she wanted Dick too and knew that this was the only way she could have both.
Sharon confidently patted the younger girl on the arm. She knew the stage was set for her to get what she'd been wanting for some time. There would be no turning back for her handsome young friend now. She was going to make him please her, and she was hard to please.
Smiling an inward smile to herself, she led Nancie back into the nightclub. Yes, she was going to enjoy playing with Nancie's husband. A slight thrill of anticipation nipped at her between her thighs as she pictured Dick naked....
Dick Ryan was puttering happily around the kitchen. It had been a long time since he had had a chance to bach it. Even though he missed Nancie when she was away at her mothers, he looked forward to this chance to be alone. He had come home from the office a little later than usual, even though it was Friday night. He had taken a leisurely shower and then wandered about the silent house clad only in his bathrobe. Finally he'd gone into the kitchen to prepare one of his favorite dishes, one that Nancie didn't like and could never bring herself to cook for him. His thoughts wandered to his young blonde wife.
Nancie had certainly been acting a little strange lately, he mused to himself. Not that she seemed unhappy. Maybe that was it, she had seemed unusually gay the last few days, and several times he had caught her looking at him in a way that suggested that she was keeping some particularly pleasant secret from him. She had been seeing a lot of the Harris' lately, too, and he didn't like that. Not after what Sharon Harris had tried to do to him the other night on the dance floor.
But how could he broach the matter to Nancie. He was too embarrassed by the whole thing to mention it to anyone. Besides, he was half convinced now that Sharon had just been teasing him. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
With a muttered curse he put down a saucepan he was holding. Should he answer it or not? Oh, what the hell, you never could tell whether or not it might be something important. He strode through the living room and opened the front door ... It was Sharon Harris.
"Hi, Dick," the tall sexy brunette murmured in her husky voice.
Dick was too surprised to move, and Sharon took advantage of his temporary paralysis to brush quickly by him into the living room. He was aware of a faint but intoxicating perfume as she passed by. She was dressed in a very simple red dress, cut very low over her full firm breasts, giving him a view of the magnificent deep valley between them. The thin material clung tightly to her smooth thighs, almost making her look more naked than if she had been wearing nothing. The young husband swallowed nervously.
"Now look here," Dick started to say lamely. "I'm busy...."
"I can see," she said smoothly as she looked around the empty room. "But you can send the others away lover, you won't be able to handle anybody but me!"
"Now look here," he started again, but instead she came up close to him, laughing as he shrank back from her touch.
"Shit," she said. "You'd think I was some animal instead of a woman who wants you to fuck her. Come on over here," she said, and patting the couch next to her in invitation she sat down. As she did so, she opened her legs a little and the thin material of her dress slid higher up on her thighs.
Good grief! he thought to himself. She wasn't wearing any under pants.
Dick could not keep his eyes from straying to the thin hair-lined lips of her pussy, clearly visible between her long parted legs. To his horror, she spread them a little more, a teasing grin on her lips. He could see that she was excited. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in the tight narrow passage as she exposed herself to him. Despite himself, he could feel the heat rising in his body.
Sharon scrutinized the beleaguered young man intently through half-closed eyes. She knew just what he was thinking and she derived a certain satisfaction from her position of power over him. She liked these handsome but innocent types, and knew that she was going to have him!
A desperate battle was raging inside Dick's tortured mind. What could he do, what could he say? A part of him was dying to reach out and feel the firmness of her excitingly large breasts. He longed to kiss the moist redness of her provocatively upturned mouth. There was no denying it, but no, it was wrong! He was a married man! He couldn't do this to his wife, sleep with her best friend behind her back. He had to do something fast, he had to get this woman out of here! But before he could say anything at all, Sharon Harris had reached up and pulled him down beside her.
Her supple body curled intimately up against her, his full ripe lips suddenly grazing his stubbly chin, her hand wandering teasingly over his chest, already pushing the folds of his dressing gown away.
"Wait ... I...." he began awkwardly, his voice cracking with a mixture of shame, embarrassment and wild excitement. His words caught in his throat as she groped down around the twitching flesh of his thighs, and then, unbelievable, deftly flicked aside the edges of his dressing gown, and exposed the throbbing erection of his already semi-alert cock.
Sharon dropped lithely to her knees, and under her heavy sensuous lids her dark eyes were bright with eager excitement as she stared hungrily at the palpitating length of his rapidly growing member, and as she knelt there on the floor in front of him, her moist lips poised only inches above the glistening rod of thickening male flesh, Dick felt as if he had been rocketed to another world. It had all happened so fast, before he had time to think. He could hardly believe that he was sitting there half-naked in his own living room in front of this beautiful pantiless brunette who was so obviously aroused and excited by the sight of his swollen penis.
Sharon's slender hand reached up and began rhythmically squeezing around the base of his thick, blood-filled member, grasping it's growing firmness, tugging obscenely at the blue-veined shaft and sending flames of raw pleasure rippling through his loins which scorched and seared his flesh as his penis throbbed into an unbelievable stiffness. Sprawled back against the cushions of the couch, Dick watched the alluring older woman with glazed eyes.
Her lovely dark hair fell around her face in a shadowy cascade and her moist red lips floated like a rare flower directly over the thick pulsing head of his cock. Dick's heart thudded with mounting arousal. He couldn't believe it! His brain couldn't accept the intoxicating message of his burning flesh. This stunning, forbidden married woman, this near stranger, actually had her long white fingers wound tightly, desperately around his naked cock.
"Oh, Dick, let me show you what a real woman is like!" she crooned, her face flushed, her eyes widening in greedy anticipation as she spoke. He stared at her while crazy bolts of fierce untamed excitement were dancing up his spine, his tormented cock leaping and pulsing in the warm circle of her hand, his brain racing from a jumbled chaos of emotions ... HE KNEW THAT IT WAS WRONG, DEEPLY WRONG! Sharp clear denunciations cut viciously into his consciousness. The very intensity of his excitement frightened him and made the gravity of his moral transgression seem even stronger. How could he, a married man, commit such a wanton act, and with someone else's wife, too. He felt his self-respect, the foundations of his entire proper world shaken by the power of his mounting sexual agitation ... and then something snapped in him!
In one split second he cast aside the inhibitions and narrow fears that had plagued him for so many years. A beautiful woman was kneeling before him asking him, begging him to make love to her. And he knew that he was powerless to do anything else. He was completely in the hold of his rising lust!
Sharon sensed the change that had come over him, and didn't object when he stood up over her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said thickly, extending his hand down to her. He pulled her to her feet and led her into the other room, the room he shared with his wife Nancie. With no need of coaching, Sharon immediately fell back onto the huge king-sized bed and reached her arms up to him.
"Oh, you are so beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her.
Then, he leaned over and pressed his lips tightly down against hers. She curled her arms around him and pulled him down on her, letting one of his legs fall between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and her body was glued into his as though it belonged there. As he ground his lips harshly into her she moved her thigh up against his loins, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the seminal fluid seeping warmly from the tiny slit on the hardening tip as it smeared against the inside of his dressing gown, and was sure that Sharon could feel the wetness through the thin brocade material.
She continued massaging him with a practiced thoroughness until he thought the head of his cock would explode. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure. He could feel it building deep in his pulsating testicles below. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. Pulling his head away to escape the teasing sensation, he placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Nancie, thinking what a shock it would be to her if she could see him now, stretched over the almost naked body of her best friend. His naive young wife just wouldn't believe it!
"Is Nancie good in bed?" Sharon asked suddenly, as if reading his thoughts.
'Too inexperienced," he muttered, not wanting to talk about it.
"I'll teach you some things you can keep here at home for her," she promised, breathing heavily into his ear. "Oh, let's get naked!"
Suddenly Dick realized that she was quivering beneath him, her thighs moving against his loins.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" She was breathing more deeply now.
"Yes, shit yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words exciting him as they came from her mouth. "Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How," she groaned beneath him..
"Deep. Deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Oh good," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Let's get naked. I can't stand it any longer!"
Dick rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his dressing gown from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her spread-eagled form with his naked cock standing out in front of him in full blood-hardened erection. But he couldn't tear his eyes away as, lifting her body slightly, the lust-inspiring brunette squirmed out of her flimsy red dress she was wearing. She had nothing else on but her platform shoes and they fell to the floor with a double thud that sounded almost as one, they were so close together.
Sharon looked Up at the youthful husband standing stark naked above her, her eyes riveted on his penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh shit, yes I want you to fuck me with it, deep and hard!"
Further inflamed at her lewd words, Dick quickly knelt beside her, feeling the need to touch her. He pushed his hand gently between her thighs and they fell limply open without resistance of any kind. Slowly he moved his hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the smooth curls of her pubic hair growing darkly, tantalizingly up between her legs.
He tried to press his middle finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina, but she jerked spasmodically away, not in protest but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running through the nerve ends of her naked flesh. Then he ran his hands reverently over her high-mounded white breasts, her flat belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected tan nakedness with shaking hands that brought small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth.
His own passion was increased as he watched his hands bring gasping and quivering response from her beautiful naked body.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him for a moment, their dark color made even deeper by the smoky veil of building passion that was coursing through her.
Sharon was drifting into a world of deep soft pleasure. She had no conscious thought in her mind. The only thing that mattered was the tiny licking flames running all around her. They flickered between the silkiness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
Dick pressed his lips down over hers again and immediately felt the hot wet pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her automatic quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the person so deliciously torturing her body. His hands continued roaming over her supplely yielding flesh and he ran them back up between her open thighs. This time they did not jerk away but opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch. , "Oooooohhhh, Oooooohhh!" she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling around deep inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzed continually through the innocent husband's brain that this could be happening! This beautiful woman, another man's wife, was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave!
Dick wanted to guide her to the topmost passion filled cumming that he could, so he began in earnest to touch and fondle Sharon's beautiful body. He reached over with his mouth and licked one of her beautiful white breasts, feeling the delicious shivers of passion that ran down her spine. He decided to nip at the tiny rock hard nipples with his teeth, and this brought her to even greater spasms of delight. Meanwhile he was worming his hand around into her flanged cuntal passage, feeling for and finding her tiny erect bud of her clitoris, which he massaged and pinched while he sucked at her white breast. She was his in total surrender, the passion glazing her eyes over, and dulling her brain.
Finally, Dick could not stand it another minute and moved over, slithering on top of Sharon's warm soft body like a protective blanket. He could feel her quivering helplessly out of control under him and reaching down with both hands he drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice.
For a long tortured moment he held her legs there and then started to reach back down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second he stopped ... He wanted her total surrender and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more exciting if she were to take him into her herself. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.
"Put it in for me. Reach down and put it in!"
And he let his breath out in a long gasp as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between their desire-tensed bodies and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. Sharon stilled for a moment but a second later Dick felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the pulsating head of his penis and slowly but firmly push up. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as the thick foreskin peeled torturously back and she pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the wet fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft curly pubic hair tickling gently against its heated length as it hung poised for entry between the tight throbbing lips of her cunt. The hot smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavily throbbing weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust right up into the helplessly impassioned woman's quivering, waiting belly.
But he waited, because he sensed instinctively that she needed it and that was what he wanted from her. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imaginations, he waited. He had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. He waited, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet pulsating mass of flesh. He was wringing from her a final admission of surrender that would bind them together in their adulterous act.
Sharon lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her passion-clenches teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive. Her body ached with desire and she was aware of his form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were spread wide apart and wet from a delicious pressure that she herself had placed there a seeming eternity ago. She hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though her belly were a ravenous animal waiting to be fed. Oh, she needed to be filled. Her pussy needed to be filled with cock.
Almost too late, Dick levered up into a push-up position over Sharon's slowly undulating body and looked down. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed into a wet oval with tiny groans of pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed into the wet folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like rod of flesh in a lust-inciting picture that caused his cock to throb involuntarily harder against her.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she groaned helplessly as she felt the obscene contact grow closer. Then he strained with all his might against the all-consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished prisoner at a stake. But he wanted to make her wait for him. There was too much of her that he had not yet tasted and he wanted all of it. Tonight she was his to do with as he wanted!
The young husband looked down at the firm large breasts swaying out gently from her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him, distracted him, and he had to have them in some way. Slithering forward up over her chest, the depravity-minded husband straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his throbbing cock in the deep narrow cleft between the untanned mounds so that her warm breast flesh enclosed it on both sides. His hands shook as he reached down and crushed the resilient softness between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of white that protruded between his knuckles.
With lust-bent desire, he kneaded and then stretched them, watching them ooze through his hands like foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment the pressure lifted. He pushed them together until they met across her body and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously trapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm flaccid channel formed by the firm white mounds. As he pushed, the huge bulbous head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid that seeped excitedly from the head.
Dick kept up the slow rocking motions between her quivering breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt in a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a minute and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing breasts so warmly surrounding him.
He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with a lewd grin as they jerked and throbbed into an even greater hardness then he had thought possible. At the same time he studied her face for the reaction it was having upon her.
Her eyes were open, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling, a thin smoky veil of passion obscuring the dilated pupils. Her hips and buttocks writhed madly on the bed below, her long tan legs kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw them inside. She was completely out of control and Dick knew that nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation his suddenly freed mind would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging unchecked in her pussy.
But, there was one more thing the young husband wanted to do before he fucked her....
His eyes locked on her full sensuous lips, still muttering nothings out into the air from the pressure of her tortured need. They were wet and gleaming from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his lust-hardened cock in between them, and he shuddered as the mere thought of that warm moist cavern closing around his penis caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her breasts.
Dick moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and his long cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her glazed eyes with a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. His sperm-bloated testicles lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the soft warm mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move, in order to give her time to adjust to the change in position.
Dick wanted to take it very slowly, not knowing whether or not she would object to what he was going to do, and he wanted her body mad with desire so that he could have his complete will with her, so that he could debase his wife's friend in the way that the wanton adultress deserved!
* * *
At that same instant, Dick's wife Nancie paced impatiently around her old room at her mother's house. She kept glancing at the clock, realizing that if everything had gone right, her friend Sharon would be making love to her husband right at that moment. The young blonde's mind was a cauldron of conflicting emotions.
Part of her wanted Sharon to succeed, but another part of her was drowning in jealousy. She wondered what was the matter with her. She had enjoyed making love to Tod and Sharon and knew that it didn't affect her love for Dick at all. If anything, her new happiness made it even stronger ... well then, what was bothering her?
The suspicion had been growing in her mind for several minutes that the real problem was that she was not a part of what was happening. No one was making love to her. Yes, she thought to herself, that would probably make it very different. It tortured her to know that Sharon and Dick were locked in a passionate embrace at that very moment while she was completely alone. Well, almost, she smiled to herself. The family pet, Irish, a huge beautiful Irish Setter, was in the bedroom with her, wallowing in his joy at seeing his mistress again.
Yes, Nancie needed a man. Why, oh why, had she elected to sit this out at her mother's, she asked herself for the thousandth time, instead of being over at Tod's house where she could be fucked like she wanted to be?
Oh, well, she thought, might as well go to bed and try to sleep. She slowly began to undress, uncomfortably aware of just how sensuous such an act could be. She slipped her dress upwards, exposing her sleek calves and then the well-rounded thighs. The dress snaked its way almost lewdly up over her head and her beautiful torso emerged. With a flick of her fingers, her white lace bra and the full beauty of her ripely swelling breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the light, the turgid nipples standing out like chocolate drops on the luscious white mounds, and they peaked higher as she raised her arms high over her head, pulling up her long blonde hair, then releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders.
She was almost naked now, in just shoes and panties. She turned and bent over slowly, then drew the silk panties slowly down over the gently curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, discarding them at her feet, by the dress.
She kicked off her shoes and all of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from her high rounded breasts to the soft golden triangle of her glistening pussy.
Nancie stretched upward languorously. Oh shit, she needed a man. She needed release! Her mind went back to that time just a few days before when she had used her fingers to satisfy herself, but she hesitated. It was not only that she did not approve of such things, but she knew they could never be as satisfying as actually making love. Fighting with herself, she lay back on the bed.
Almost as if it were acting under its own power, once of her hands strayed to her breasts and began tweaking the soft nipples into madly throbbing hardness. Nancie groaned involuntarily and her legs scissored open, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft hair between her thighs. Against her will, her body began to work itself into a burning passion. Her naked buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire reflected in her eyes.
Nancie was writhing lasciviously now, as if being attacked by some unseen lover. Her hands were running over her body as though out of control. Her fingertips danced over the flat ivory belly and came to rest together at the triangle of her soft curly pussy mound. She groaned at the sudden contact of her own hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes curled down into the mattress.
It was then that Irish, the family pet jumped on the bed, disturbed by the frantic actions of his young mistress. He whined in alarm over her quivering body, his nose thrusting into her naked belly.
"Go away, go away, Irish," she pleaded, ashamed to have even the dog watching her in this debased act she was performing.
Then, the dog became aware of the pungent, musky odor that was emanating from her thoroughly aroused pussy and a spasm of excitement shook his great hairy body as if he had smelled a bitch in heat.
He lowered his head to his mistress' soft moist pussy flesh and began to sniff, his tail wagging and trembling ... Nancie jerked as his cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She was on the verge of trying to push the excited animal off the bed when his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice of her buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring!
An excited shudder passed through the young bride's naked body and she was unable to muster a single coherent thought for a moment as a lightening bolt of delicious sensation rippled over her helpless flesh ... she automatically tried to squirm away but the huge dog began to greedily lap at the narrow pink slit up between her open thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little ring of her anus, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt and up to the tiny sensation-filled bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep inside her convulsing cunt. Nancie jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the eagerly lapping and sniffing at her vulnerable pussy.
Nancie was now desperately struggling with her conscience ... soft mewls of involuntary pleasure were coming from her lips, pleasure that she did not want and that she had set her mind against, but that thick slithering tongue licking at her was driving her insane, forcing her to enjoy the forbidden sensations that she knew she desperately should reject.
Raising her hands, she held them high in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a deep animal groan, the love-hungry blonde kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward into her well-lubricated pussy. His giant tongue thrust up into the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upturned loins without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading with, and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her writhing upturned buttocks. Irish worked like the savage beast that he was, the rutting lust of his wild ancestors driving him on....
* * *
At that same moment, as he crouched above Sharon Harris on the bed, Dick Ryan knew he had waited long enough. He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the mountainous cushion of her breasts behind, until the tip of his angry red cock was pressed between her slightly open lips, and groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of his swollen cock-head. Dick didn't know what was making him do this depraved thing, something he'd never let his own wife do to him. Was it the sight of those full red lust-inviting lips? Was it Sharon's air of experienced debauchery? He didn't know ... all he knew was that he had to do this! He had to!
Sharon's sudden accepting movement caught him by surprise and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of her mouth closed over the painfully stretched skin of his cock. It seemed beyond his wildest dreams ... She started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring, driving him wilder with their insistent pressure.
With pained intensity he could feel them moving down his penis as she took as much of him as she could in her mouth, surrounding him maddeningly with the moist warmth of her saliva and the tender flesh of her tongue. He placed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inwards to add to the excruciating pleasure.
The brunette older woman then began to suck him with a moist nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times before, all the hunger burning deep in her pussy now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Dick groaned incoherently above her flailing head and pushed his hands tighter against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her, subjugated her!
He flexed his loins in and out of the near-round hole formed by her sensuously full lips and rolled his buttocks around on her soft, yielding breasts as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. Watching wildly from above, he saw his glistening flesh disappear into her clasping lips as though they were the lips of another hungrily nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity of her hungry mouth.
His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his cock a willing prisoner in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her passion was excruciating, unbearable and his cock seemed to lengthen and inflate beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then, suddenly, there was a jerking in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the white-hot liquid flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his spasming cock! Gripping her head tight between his hands, he shoved his spending cock deep into her throat.
She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of fiery male cum flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her throat....
Dick's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his orgasm drained from his now rapidly deflating penis. Momentarily exhausted, he had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her long dark hair to keep himself from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her but to his amazement, she would not let his deflated member escape from her lips!
Sharon continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin obscene trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her neck below. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as if he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he possessed....
* * *
At her mother's house, Nancie Ryan was just getting started. She lasciviously twisted her hips back towards the slavering Irish Setter behind her, spreading the ivory-white cheeks of her buttocks to give the dog full access to her tiny brown anus. She was past all shame, all caring, desiring only to have her need fulfilled.
The long animal tongue lashed her for another long moment and then Irish stopped and began nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch, pushing his huge head between her pelvis and the mattress, and finally raising her loins into a lewd uptilted position.
What he wanted was plain, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her most sensitive flesh.
Nancie was on all fours on her bed and the giant dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws clutching at her back. His glistening scarlet penis extended from his huge sheath, dripping, the tapered point slipping and dancing in her hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and tried to bury the sharp point and thick shaft deep inside her body. Sobbing, with both shame and desire, Nancie looked back, shifting her buttocks to try to capture the lengthening dog-cock. Like a bitch in heat she strove to sheath the long scarlet organ in her voracious young cuntal passage. But the sharp top missed, slid up to find Nancie's momentarily relaxed anus, and attempted to enter her there.
With a cry of surprise, the girl tensed, evading the bending, up-slipping rod in fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted a measure of success. The dog was thrusting mindlessly, blindly now, the thin point of his penis sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft-hair-nestled cuntal crevice, rubbing against her passion-swollen clitoris. The hot scarlet of his penis contrasted startlingly with the fever pink of the blonde girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between her legs.
Irish was now bucking madly behind the moaning girl, trying to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping cock. Out of control, he growled in frustration as his mistress in desperation reached back and grabbed the slippery animal organ and guided the point of it up into the hungering slit of her cunt, spreading it apart wider and wider with each forward thrust. Then, he jerked forward and buried the huge cudgel deep inside the squirming girl's pinkly grasping pussy. It slithered forward with a lewd wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her passion-damp pubic hair.
A moan of relief came from Nancie's contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in rapture from the vicious fucking the huge dog was giving her. Her full taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the setter's skewering cock as it slid deeply into her from behind, a long hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself relentlessly in her welcoming belly.
Nancie swayed obscenely before the hunching body of her family's pet animal, completely out of her mind with lust now and shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum far up into her cunt. In her madness she wanted to be filled with the animal semen and that was all that mattered! She was no longer human, but a sweating mass of lust-deranged female flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast and ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal!
* * *
Meanwhile, as Sharon Harris continued to suck and nibble at Dick's deflated cock, it began to thicken again in the soft slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic collapse ... Then, when it had grown to full size once more after he had thought he could never make love again as long as he lived, the young husband felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins.
Sharon continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue around and around and around it until she was certain that it was restored to its full length and power and then she let her head fall back heavily onto the bed. The rejuvenated cock slipped wetly from her mouth, a thin lewd string of semen still connecting it to her full lush lips. Sharon's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire-ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded in a desperate whisper;
"Fuck me ... oooooohhh, pleeeeease fuck meee!"
Dick wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks from the passionate brunette's squashed breasts and moved down over the naked length of her body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to complete the adulterous connection. She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel the desire-moistened opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as he guided his thick hard cock straight into her with his fingers.
Pausing for a moment to part the sparse dark pubic hair with the head of his penis, he then with one long smooth stroke rammed it into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance, she was so prepared, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost made him cum again right then!
"Ooooooohhh," she moaned beneath him, and he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her devouring womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
She groaned as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts.
He plunged his long blood-engorged cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly spreading open before his lust-driven onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
Her body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed animal desire that had taken hold of her body as if it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out below her disheveled dark hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now, and Dick fucked like a mad man to give it to her.
"Oooooh, yes, yes, yes," she cried up to him as Dick slithered his strong sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading pussy.
He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the smooth raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his bursting hot cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of his swollen hard cock thundering up her vagina, bringing a new ecstatic moaning from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the dim light, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
Dick pulled his head back so that he could watch her face. It was something that he didn't want to miss, the sudden and complete surrender of her whole being to him. She was twisting and writhing beneath him unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and used in the most humiliating fashion by a man she hardly knew, a man several years younger than herself. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth, while greater and more desperate sounds came streaming from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails clawing desperately into his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected cuntal-area ... obscene wet smacking noises resounded throughout the bedroom with each cruel pile-driving lunge he made into her. Dick ran his hands from the smooth hollowing cheeks of Sharon's buttocks down to her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair surrounding her cock-filled cunt.
He wanted to feel the clinging fleshy lips which held and throbbed around his lust-swollen hardness like a tight rubbery mouth. The entire area of her loins was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the perspiration soaked sheets beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, urging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, Dick! Fuck me, fuck me, harder!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
She was nearing her orgasm and swung her tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, churning her buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing cock.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked up tightly around his neck and she smashed her open mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard-driving cock and down her wide-split nether crevice, soaking his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered rectum.
Even though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of Sharon's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again and he gripped the Cheeks of her still rotating buttocks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
He grunted and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the swollen pink flanges of her cunt and his hardened cock dipped deep down into the far hidden recesses of her pulsating belly....Dick felt himself cumming, and throwing his hands down behind her knees, he shoved her trembling thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him like a vise-like grip. The ache in his balls was unbearable ... he had to cum now or he would die! HE WOULD DIE!
Dick Ryan gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting of his loins, heard her whimpering cry, felt the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep soul shattering groan that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot liquid sperm deep down into the drowning-depths of her open and receptive womb.
They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of forbidden love, seemingly forever, their limbs twined together. Then he rolled off her sweat-soaked body his penis slithering from her cum-drenched cunt with a wet sucking hiss. Her chest was still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm ... neither said anything. He would not have been able to find coherent words. The dazed young husband knew that some new part of his life had opened up when he had decided to fuck this beautiful woman who had been begging him for it. And he knew he would fuck her again.. A nagging image of his pretty blonde wife floated through Dick's exhausted mind for a moment but he quickly pushed it out. He sensed he would have plenty of time to worry about Nancie later on....
CHAPTER SIX
Almost exactly at the same time, a loud cry issued from Nancie Ryan's throat as she writhed under the hairy bucking body of her childhood pet on the bed that had been hers not so many years before. She was twisting her head wildly from side to side, her blonde hair flailing on the mattress. She was in the beginning throes of a violent orgasm and screwed her buttocks back greedily against the wild animal like a wild woman gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into her waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, mingling with the sweat on her back ... she screamed suddenly and rammed back wildly against the dog just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard thin spurts deep into her clasping pussy.
Nancie's whitely rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick trails of the slippery stuff ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her buttocks glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face on the bed, the rapidly deflating animal cock slipping from her mauled cuntal passage with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the room.
Irish stood over her, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation, and then, in a last act of obscene depravity, dropped his huge furry head to her widespread loins and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more, and then lay down contentedly between his mistress' open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft triangle of her ravished pussy.
* * *
Dick Ryan sat in his office nervously drumming his fingers on the desk. The last few days had been difficult for him. After Sharon Harris had gone home that night when they had fucked, he had vowed to himself that he would never see her again. Dick had let his mind convince him that the sultry brunette had cast some kind of spell over him, had turned his head and made him become unfaithful to his wife. He promised himself that he would be strong enough to resist such temptation in the future! But it was hopeless. He only lasted two days, and the nights were the worst, when memories of Sharon's lovely body, slowly twisting in lewd passion underneath his own sweating plunging body, were able to push their way into his mind as he lay halfway to sleep, his defense. He had called her the second day, knowing that Nancie would be coming home the next morning, wanting to take advantage of this last night he would be alone in the house.
All thoughts of shame and infidelity were swept out of his mind as he had picked up the phone and tremblingly dialed Sharon's number ... but she had put him off. He couldn't know that it hadn't been easy for her to do.
Her body quivered every time she remembered the tremendous fucking he had given her, but she knew that it would ruin everything now if she gave in too easily to his desires. It was very important to her that the plan she and Nancie and Tod had worked out succeed. She cared a great deal for the younger girl and was sincere in wanting to help her and Dick with their marital difficulties, and she knew the only way was to arouse and awaken both their bodies and minds until they could enjoy the physical side of their marriage without hesitation.
Sharon knew it was different with Tod. The only part of the plan that interested him was the opportunity to get in Nancie's panties, and maybe he also got some pleasure out of humiliating Dick. He knew Dick didn't approve of him and the younger man's smug superiority irritated him. Sharon knew that the greatest pleasure Tod would get out of this would be to screw Nancie right before Dick's horrified eyes.
Dick was blissfully unaware of all this as he sat at his desk, trying to make up his mind what to do next. The last time he had phoned Sharon she had put him off again, but she had invited him to a party that was being held at a friend's house that Friday night, a very special kind of party.
She had told him that if he had liked the other night with her, he would LOVE Friday night. There had been no doubt in Dick's mind that it was going to be one of those swap parties he had been hearing about and it didn't surprise him that Tod and Sharon were involved in such things ... he had readily agreed to go, since it seemed the only way that he would be able to make love to Sharon again.
But now he didn't know. He had had a chance to think it over. Maybe it was because of Nancie. She had seemed very sad and heavy ever since she had returned from her mother's. Sometimes he wondered if she knew what had happened between Sharon and him. He and Nancie had seemed to be even further apart physically lately. They stayed to their own sides of the bed as if they were afraid to touch each other. The funny thing to Dick was that now he felt he would be able to make love to his wife after that wild fucking with Sharon. Some obstruction in his mind had been cleared away when he had decided to make love to Nancie's friend. But the memory of his own guilt kept him from making any advances to his own wife. He felt a little as if he were somehow dirty.
And he couldn't get his mind off Sharon. At times he hoped that just one more time with her would cure him of his frantic need for her, but at the same time he was afraid that it would only deepen his already uncontrollable addiction. Then Dick finally made up his mind. He would call Sharon and tell her that he wasn't coming to the party tonight.
Picking up the phone, he dialed her number.
"Hello there, Harris' residence," she purred. He had forgotten how warm and soft and seductive Sharon's voice could be. Dick's resolution began to fade before he had even said a word.
"Uh, Sharon, this is Dick Ryan, I want to talk to you about the party tonight....
Sharon broke in, "Ohhhhh! Glad you didn't forget. It seemed like Friday would never come ... you'd better take a lot of vitamins today, big boy, because you're going to need all your strength tonight," she cooed.
Dick's voice caught in his throat. The very sound of Sharon's rich sensual voice saying such suggestive things had caused his cock to jerk inside his pants. The image of her warm, soft, naked body floated before his eyes. He was lost.
"Well, I, uh, just wanted to make sure it was still on," he said lamely.
"You'd better believe it's on," Sharon said with sexy chuckles. "You know how to get there, don't you?" she asked.
He said he did and they said good-bye but before he took the phone away from his ear, Sharon said huskily, "I'll be waiting for you at the front door, big boy...."
Dick hung up. Now he had an unpleasant job to do. He picked up the phone and dialed home. Nancie answered and he began speaking hurriedly, wanting to get the lie out as quickly as possible.
"Nancie," he said, "I won't be home till very late tonight. I'm stuck with a hell of a lot of work that has to be out by morning. Better not make dinner for me...."
"I'm sorry to hear you have to work so late," she said, her voice a little strained. "But I do have a miserable headache so I think I'll just go to bed without fixing dinner at all."
He felt like a real son of a bitch when he hung up. His wife was at home sick and he was planning to go out to an orgy!!!
* * *
On the other end of the line, Nancie put down the phone with a lump in her throat. The plan she had worked on so hard with Sharon and Tod was working and she wished she knew some way to stop it, but Dick had been involved now and she knew she would have to play the whole thing out to the end!
Ever since she had returned from her mother's she had been haunted by the memory of what she had done there with Irish. She felt debased and degraded, knowing that she had encouraged her own dog to ram his animal cock deep into her shameless body. She knew that her own sensuality had got out of hand, and she wished she could return to the way it had been before ... but it was too late now.
Her body had been irrevocably aroused by Tod and Sharon and she knew that it would betray her at the first temptation. With butterflies of uneasiness in her stomach, the unhappy young wife began to get ready to go to the party, the same one Sharon had invited Dick to. That was all part of the plan. She hoped it would work and all this sneaking around would be over. Nancie-knew it was going to be a physically and emotionally taxing night and fear mingled with anticipation deep inside her belly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The house was harder to find than Dick had expected. He finally found the right road and after winding through brushy, barren draws, found himself outside the front gate of a huge sprawling house. After checking the number, he got out of the car and walked up the wide drive, and swung the heavy brass knocker that hung in the center of a massive wooden door. The echo of it bounded off the arid hills behind him. The door was opened by Sharon Harris.
"Hi, handsome," she said brightly. "Saw you coming up the drive. I've got something for you," and she handed him a piece of black cloth with holes cut in it. "This is a masked party," she said, taking an identical piece of cloth and putting it over her head so that the whole upper portion of her face was covered except for two holes where her eyes shone through, dark and lustrous.
"Come on, come on, put your mask on," she demanded, and then laughed as he disappeared behind the material.
"Very, very secretive," she said, and then taking him by the hand, she led him into the house. They entered a large living room together, and Dick was gratified at the way the heads of the men turned in admiration towards Sharon's beautiful figure.
There were already several other couples in the room. Some of them sat or lay about on large, low-cushioned seats that lined all four walls. A fountain bubbled in the very center of the room and from the color of the liquid, Dick guessed that it was some kind of exotic liquor drink that gushed from it. His guess was rewarded when he saw one of the guests dip a glass into the sparkling liquid and drink from it.
Sharon saw where he was looking. "Want a drink?" she asked, and before he could answer, she had walked over to the fountain, her hips swaying provocatively, and filled two glasses for them.
"You be careful of this stuff," she said, "it's very powerful!"
"What's in it?" he asked, sniffing suspiciously at the glass.
"I'm not quite sure," she answered, "but I know it's a pretty strong aphrodisiac."
"Ridiculous, aphrodisiacs are nothing but old wives' tales."
"Well, whether you believe it or not, you're going to need some of that before this night is over," she said with a wicked smile. "To you!" she said, raising the glass towards Dick, and taking a long sip from it.
After a moments hesitation, Dick drank experimentally from his own glass. He was pleased to find that this mysterious liquid had a very pleasant taste, but at first it seemed to have no affect on him, so he took a larger swallow. This time he felt a warm soft glow spreading through his body and then wonderful sense of well-being came over him. He suspected that the aphrodisiac effect was more due to a general loosening of inhibitions than anything else. He knew that if he drank enough of this stuff, that he wouldn't care about a fucking thing.
Dick looked around the room with a new awareness. He could not see any lights but the room was pervaded by a soft, sensuous glow that tended a little towards the red end of the spectrum. He looked at the people more closely and noticed that all of the women were beautiful, and the men were also good looking.
His attention was attracted by the loud booming laugh of Tod Harris. There was no mistaking him, mask or not, and Dick easily picked out his large, strong figure among the other couples. He was standing talking to a beautiful young blonde.
Dick's breath sucked in as he saw the perfection of the girl's figure from across the room, the way the high, full swelling of her breasts pushed out the thin white material of the dress that clung so tightly to the rest of her body, concealing nothing of her softly rounded twin mounds of her buttocks. Then it occurred to him that somehow she looked familiar, yet he couldn't quite place her. His mind was struggling to remember, but Sharon's voice cut into his reverie.
"That's some girl with Tod, isn't it? Trust that lecher to find the best-looking girl in the room. Maybe I'll introduce you later." Sharon said.
Dick was about to say gallantly to Sharon that the girl was nothing compared to her, but he could see that indeed, the blonde stood out from all the other women here. He could not yet get used to the casual way Sharon and the others seemed to accept the fact of their spouses being with someone else, and wondered how he would feel if he saw Nancie in the arms of another man.
Across the room, Nancie had clutched Tod's arm in alarm. "Tod, he was looking at me. What if he recognized me?" she whispered in alarm.
"Take it easy, baby. The mask hides your face well enough, and didn't you tell me you just bought that dress today? It's hard to recognize someone by their body, unless they have three tits," he laughed at his own joke. "Come on," he said. "Let's take a load off," and he pulled her down into one of the wide soft couches next to him. To the young wife's horror, Tod and Sharon sat down on the other end of the same couch, not more than ten feet away.
A numbing fear was rising in Nancie's body. What if Dick should discover that it was his own wife sitting only a few feet away? She just couldn't let him recognize her under these circumstances, even if he were here doing the same things right next to her that everyone had come to this sinful party for. A woman could forgive a man for indiscretion, but a man could never forgive a woman, no matter how unfair that was.
Wild thoughts of jumping up and running raced through her mind. Dick might think it was just another woman running out of the room, sick from the strange liquor everyone was drinking, but Tod had gripped her arm tightly, as if divining what she had on her mind.
"Oooooohh, I like you touching my nipple like that," Nancie heard Sharon's voice drift hoarsely over from next to her. Her face flushed in anger beneath her mask and she couldn't help turning her head slightly to sneak a peek at what they were doing out of the corner of her eye.
To her amazed horror, Dick had his hand inserted down the front of Sharon's dress and was obscenely massaging her breasts. Sharon had her head back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face.
"Your husband's quite a lover," Tod whispered in her ear with a leer.
Nancie sat clenching her teeth, amazed at her jealous reaction to the lewd scene going on before her. After all, she had come here fully expecting that her husband was going to be making love to other women. And she had made love to another man herself. So what was wrong? Maybe, she thought to herself, it was the fact that Dick had lied to her about having to work late tonight and was so light-heartedly cheating on her just a few feet away.
Tod Harris chuckled next to her and drew her head abruptly toward him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth tightly down into hers. She groaned and struggled limply for a moment, feeling his hand pressed hard into the softness of her breast. She definitely didn't want to make love to Tod with her husband in the same room.
"Shhh," he whispered in her mouth. "They heard us. We have to make it look good."
She let herself go limp as he commanded, beginning to appreciate the softness of his lips pressing into her mouth. The thought crossed her mind that up until a couple of weeks ago no one but Dick had ever kissed her since she had been married. She had almost forgotten what it was like and she had to admit that Tod did know what he was doing. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotions overcome her, she could feel tiny quivering sensations of excitement flit suddenly through her stomach.
"There," he said, whispering in her ear. "Don't say anything else or you'll give us away."
Nancie lifted her glass to her lips and drained it, desperately trying to collect her confused thoughts. She had never thought that having someone just kissing her would do this to her, particularly with her husband sitting so close.
She was afraid to look over to Sharon and Dick for fear of what she would see. But the soft mewling sounds coming from her friend's lips and the grating noise of Dick's heavy deep breathing told the story well enough. She could see through the dim light the vague shapes of other couples around the room wrapped in tight embraces. No one seemed to be paying any attention whatsoever to anyone else.
Tod pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was laughing inside to himself over the ridiculous situation Nancie had got herself in.
Lewd obscene pictures of the things he would do to this young lush body next to him, once it had reached that stage of helpless submission he knew so well, ran in kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he thought secretly to himself, he would turn her every way but up, and maybe that too. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished with her, that was sure. He held her tighter, pressing his hand harder against the softness of her breast.
Nancie held her breath. She could feel her body twitch as the older man's fingers dug into her, and she pressed her thighs tightly together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and was working its way slowly down to the sensuous point between her legs. Tod pressed his fingers harder into her breast and she made no move to resist as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the thinness of her brassiere. She knew she would have to stop Tod soon, before the situation got out of hand, but she would wait for a moment until the delicious tingle between her legs subsided. She seemed to be having trouble breathing. The drinks had turned her body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe the feelings that were beginning to course through her flesh in tiny licking waves of desire.
Tod had pulled her so close against him now she could hardly move and had inserted his hand down the neck of her dress and into her bra to cup a naked breast.
She could feel Small pinpricks of delicious feeling racing through the tip as he rolled the tiny hard nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed wildly against her ear as he turned his head toward her and locked his lips wetly against hers. For a moment she tried to twist away, but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her present state.
"Cooperate, they're looking towards us," he breathed into her mouth.
Nancie had almost forgotten about Dick and Sharon in her concentration on her own internal feelings. Gently she let herself relax against Tod, knowing she had to make it look good. Dick must not know she was there. She had come hoping to confront him but how could she now when she was already in the arms of another man? She began to realize her foolishness in ever joining in this ridiculous plot.
Then she laughed secretly to herself. Dick would kill her if he knew she was here, but it gave her a secret sense of power to be lying in someone else's arms, his hands bringing delicious sensations from her throbbing breasts while her husband lay a few feet away doing the same thing to another woman and not even knowing she was here. Maybe she should have started doing this a long time ago, when she had first learned that Dick wasn't going to make love to her enough. She thrust her tongue back sharply at Tod as he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth.
He really knew how to kiss, she marveled to herself. Dick, in all the time they had been married, had never kissed her with such wild animal abandon and passion and she squirmed down hard into the seat. All the fear and hurt and humiliation she had been feeling were gone now, banished by the soothing drink. All she felt now was a realized justification for being here. She had just as much right as Dick to enjoy something like this. As long, of course, as it didn't get out of hand, and she felt she could trust Tod not to go too far in front of all these people. He was a little crude in his language and appearance but not such a bad sort at all, she thought smugly.
There was a groan next to them, and Nancie wanted to look, but she didn't dare.
"Damnit, look at that," Tod turned and whispered heavily in her ear, his hand tightening harder on her breast. "Sharon's sucking him off."
Nancie turned slightly, unable to stop herself, and she got a sudden clear view, through the dim light, of Tod's wife's head working up and down over HER husband's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his erect cock. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh shit," Nancie moaned, turning back to Tod and hiding her face tight against his shoulder. She hadn't expected this! Not out in front of everyone else.
Small tears of humiliation brimmed through her eyes. She thought a moment ago she had herself under control and that she could handle herself under any circumstances, but now she found she couldn't. The awful sight of Dick's penis disappearing up into Sharon's hungry sucking mouth was just too much for the bewildered young wife to stand! The lewd sounds coming from next to her were echoing in her confused mind. Wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear similar sounds coming from all around the room as other couples locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection.
She burrowed her head into Tod's shoulder to try and shut out the sounds but it did not help, they were everywhere, coming at her from all sides. Again she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but lie here in Tod's arms and listen in torment while his wife made love to her husband. Then another animal-like groan erupted beside Nancie, causing her to jerk her head around.
Tod's wife had lifted her dress up over her hips and crawled up over Dick's body. Obviously she had worn no panties as Nancie had not heard the telltale noise of clothing being removed. She was straddling him, the round whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long thick cock.
Reaching back underneath her body with her hand, she grasped his thick rod and guided him into her. Nancie held her breath as she saw the huge bulbous head of her husband's penis make contact with the moist open flanges of Sharon's cunt. She watched her friend move the lust-engorged member she knew so well up and down on the wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting the dark curly pubic hair and then with a slight "oomph", grinding her buttocks down hard on it.
Nancie's eyes were open wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched her husband's throbbing cock slide slowly up into the wet clasping lips of Sharon's cunt, making an obscene sluicing noise as it entered.
Sharon ground down on it all the way until all Nancie could see was a tiny bit of the base of his cock protruding from the tight moist lips surrounding it. She knew she should scream and reach out and tear them apart but the tranquilizing effect of the liquor and the tightness of Tod's arms would not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Sharon began a slow steady grinding, up and down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Dick's loins until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, with an "ooomph" each time, the curvaceous brunette dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
Nancie turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling catching at her throat and digging deep into her belly. She had been unable to imagine what it would be like to watch her husband making love to someone else and she found that it affected her in a way that she would have never expected. Instead of the absolute revulsion she thought she would feel, she only experienced a strange light-fingered quivering deep between the thighs.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her face back tightly into Tod's shoulder, but still the vision of Dick's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of Sharon's cunt raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes shut but could not blot out the lewd exciting picture. Their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of their illicit intercourse drifting across to her ears magnified the obscene image a thousand times.
Tod's hand ground harder into her breast as he too suddenly became aware of the wet coupling of the two bodies next to them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against Nancie's soft rubbery nipple sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless groan into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her body to squirm again down against the couch cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her.
"He's fucking my wife," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you see them?"
"Y-yes," she mumbled back, the lewd word strangely exciting her.
"Well, I believe in an eye for an eye. How about it, baby?" He ground his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks and pulling her loins up tightly into his.
"Oh no, no, we can't not here," she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of bringing attention to them. Dick mustn't find out she was here, he just mustn't! He would never forgive her and it would destroy all chance of working something out between them.
"Come on, come on, your husband's fucking my wife. I just want to even the score," Tod growled in her ear. Her body stiffened as she felt her friend's husband begin massaging the softly mounded cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals.
The sweet power of the aphrodisiac drink wafted lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her flesh against her will. Again she clenched her eyes tightly shut and fought against it with all her strength. But the strong fingers of his hand pinching teasingly against her swollen nipple and the hardness of his penis grinding into her panty-clad pussy brought further soft moans of defenseless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to another woman not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured girl's mind.
Tod dropped his hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly.
"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't," she sobbed, still conscious of Dick's groans of wild abandoned passion next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Tod's fingers sliding the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach. Nancie gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked belly.
An electrifying shock rippled along the firm smooth flesh of her thighs as she felt him slipping a finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly as the tip of his middle finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and thrust gently into it. Parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with her tiny throbbing clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure that she felt building deep in her chest.
Nancie didn't dare make a sound. Dick would know, he would know if he heard her voice, and he just couldn't find out it was his own wife wrapped in this horrible obscene embrace with Tod Harris right in front of him.
All she could do was lie there helplessly while Tod roamed his hands over her body at will and took all the indecent liberties with her he desired. There was nothing she could do and tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down her face, as in her horror, she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of Tod's fingers searching lewdly between her thighs. Her body was deserting her again.
The thought suddenly began screaming through her brain: why was she worrying so much about Dick? Her husband was sitting just a few feet away happily screwing her best friend. Why shouldn't she be able to satisfy her own sex-starved body? Rationalization after rationalization flooded through the confused blonde's tortured mind ... it would serve him right, she thought to herself, and a lewd plan to humiliate and shame her husband was suddenly born.
Her body suddenly pressed up against Tod in wild abandon, surprising him. He had expected her to eventually give in, but not so quickly. In response he smashed his lips down on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. She sucked on it wildly, letting her soft female body melt into his hard masculine flesh. She could feel herself begin to tremble with forbidden excitement and her fear slowly faded. He held the kiss long and hard and she could feel a slight jerk where his loins pressed into her stomach.
"I want to fuck you, Oh how I want to fuck you!" he breathed into her ear.
The words strangely excited her. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his penis feeling more wicked than she ever had before. Her breasts and thighs tingled maddeningly.
"Take your dress off," he whispered hoarsely, unable to wait any longer. Nancie's hand trembled as she reached behind her back and slid the zipper silently down from her neck to her buttocks, lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back across the couch. She reached behind her again and unsnapped her bra, gasping suddenly as a cool rush of air touched the tops of her naked breasts, causing the tiny rounded nipples to jump into even harder erection. The bra, too, she dropped to the seat of the couch. Her near nakedness in this room full of people, with her own husband making love to another woman just a few feet away, sent wicked chills racing through her flesh, arousing her as she had never been aroused before. The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion with this man on a couch right next to her husband only added to the forbidden thrill.
She could hear Tod next to her struggling rapidly out of his own clothing and she smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Yes, she had finally decided she was going to enjoy tonight more than she ever had anything before lifting her pelvis up from the cushion she stripped her panties down over the fullness her thighs and pulled them from her legs, dropping them with her other clothes on the couch.
Tod's hands reached out and began running hungrily over her naked flesh. She sat still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her. He dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in one hand and sucked the tiny throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth.
Nancie groaned and swayed in the dim light, almost collapsing back on the cushions. She glanced quickly over to where Sharon and her husband were making love, then she allowed Tod to pull her backward on the couch with him. He reached to open her legs,, but she stopped his groping hands.
"No later," she said softly. "I want to suck your cock!"
Tod froze, unbelieving. Could the innocent wife who had just been pleading with him for mercy a few minutes ago really be saying these lewdly exciting words? His cock jerked in sudden hungry anticipation as she moved against him. Nancie knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but it seemed the most logical way to get revenge on her husband, performing this degrading perversion right next to him, and with a man he didn't like. She could hear the soft mewling pleadings of Sharon. Nancie laughed softly to herself. Dick had a long way to go and a lot to learn if he was going to compete with the likes of Tod Harris. There was a lot to say for Tod's rough, almost brutal love-making.
The burly salesman lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her shoulder. The wet sucking noises of Dick's lovemaking to Tod's wife filtered over to them in a low continuous rhythm, punctuated by the low moaning noises of Sharon's passion. Periodically, as Dick's cock thrust extra deep, a slight whimper of surprised delight would erupt from her lips. The lewd sounds excited Tod even more. Nancie could feel his already hardened penis, lying across her thigh, throb almost in unison to the sounds of his wife's passionate groans.
"Are you ready, darling?" Nancie whispered in his ear, the sounds exciting her as she knew they were him.
"Yes," he said thickly, hardly able to get the words out.
"Then turn over on your back," she whispered low.
Nancie was surprised at her own boldness as she told her lover what to do, but she could think of no greater punishment for her young husband than to have him suddenly find he was watching another man shoot his sperm deep into his wife's mouth while he stood helplessly by, unable to do a thing. The thought of doing this to a man no longer repelled the plotting blonde girl as her own loins were still moist and warm from the pleasure that Tod's finger caressed had just conferred upon her. Anything that made a person feel as good as this could not be all bad.
She began slowly, first running her tongue down the hollows of his neck and over his hair-covered chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, not sure that they would respond, but to her pleasant surprise they did, and she could feel him twist slightly from the strange sensation.
She did not know much about the male body, and she worked slowly to learn.
With one hand the eager young woman reached down and grasped his hardened penis between her fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his naked flesh.
Nancie remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when Sharon and Tod had licked at her navel so many nights ago, and she conferred the same on him, running her tongue hotly around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved. She clutched his penis more tightly in her fingers, drawing back the foreskin in a teasing motion that brought lustful moans from his lips.
The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked lower, so she crawled over him, pushing his legs apart and kneeling on all fours beneath his thighs with her feet hanging over the end of the couch.
Nancie's face was over Tod's loins now and she continued the gentle skimming of her fingers back and forth over his hardened member. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the blood-sensitized tip with a maddening slowness.
"Oooooohhh, shit, suck it now, baby, pleeeeeease suck it now!" Nancie heard him groan above her. His words excited her as she knew her husband would hear and she was looking forward to seeing his face when he finally realized that it was she who was doing this lewd and obscene thing willingly to another man. She wanted to punish her prudish husband as he had never been punished before!
Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of Tod's cock, and she circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted from the cruel teasing he was being subjected to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through from his rising excitement.
The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the base of his huge erected penis and she cupped the soft smooth testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy sperm-filled flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared upward from the curly black pubic hair that covered his lower stomach. Pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips, then with anger-driven passion, Nancie began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it in her mouth.
But Tod could stand it no more. With a gurgle of lust deep in his throat he reached down with his hands, tangling them in her long blonde hair, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a bull.
Nancie resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy stiff substance rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat.
She closed her eyes, and tried to keep from choking.' Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that part filled by Tod's great fleshy member now protruding erectly from her ovaled lips.
"Ooooooh, honey, your mouth is like butter," she heard him mutter as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above her head, his voice coarse and thick from passion.
Nancie did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing in her own body from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by Tod as he had used her cunt before. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a vengeance around and around the throbbing cock-head sliding in and out of her wide stretched lips. She sucked to end the world, her head bobbing like a cork in stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a cheap whore, permeated her body as tingling permissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting rod of flesh. He was going to pump his lewd white-hot sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
And ... when the moment came ... she hoped that her husband Dick would be watching ... that he would see it all. Her pussy throbbed at the thought as her mouth clung wetly to Tod's cock screwing mercilessly into her face.
* * *
But, on the other end of the couch, Sharon was still sliding wildly up and down Dick's rock-hard cock. He had been vaguely aware that Tod and the beautiful young blonde that he had admired earlier were beginning to make love next to them. Despite his own involvement with Sharon he had stolen a glance over his shoulder as the masked girl began to undress. Shit, she was beautiful, he thought as her pink and ivory body slowly emerged from her clothes. Then his attention was drawn back to Sharon as she began to move more and more wildly over him.
Dick could see the end coming for both of them as she labored heavily to finish it. He heard her groan loudly just as he felt his own explosion deep inside the tight wet confines of her cunt shooting its fiery liquid deep up inside her. Both their bodies quivered for a moment, emptying themselves against each other, and then she collapsed on him with a sigh of relief.
A minute later, Sharon slowly crawled from her young lover's satiated body, his deflated cock slipping wetly from her cum-filled cunt with a soft sucking noise, and he turned towards the other couple and tried to focus his eyes to see more clearly, but he couldn't. The drinks and the final wild race for fulfillment with Sharon had dulled his senses. At the moment, they were just a softly moving blur.
"Look at them go," he heard Sharon say just as his eyes began to focus a little better. He could see now that the girl was hunched on all fours between Tod Harris's hairy legs. Her face was poised just above his huge, swollen penis. He heard Tod ask her to suck him and could see that he was half-mad with passion. The girl started to lean forward, her beautiful blonde hair spilling down over Tod's heaving belly, then at the last moment she hesitated, as if not sure she really wanted to do this. But Tod's hands reached up and tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth down hard onto his cock. Dick watched in amazement as the huge fleshy instrument disappeared up into the girl's reluctant mouth. It looked for a moment as if her lips would split from the pressure, it was so big. But it went in, and in a moment the girl was furiously sucking and mewling over Tod.
Dick watched almost in a trance, hypnotized by the lewd sight of a lovely woman performing this debasing act right in front of his eyes. Her taut full breasts were dancing under her body as she was buffeted back and forth by Tod's wild lunges into her face, his cock sinking obscenely out of sight into her slavering mouth just underneath the contrasting material of her black mask. He could feel his own depleted cock jerking back to life from the excitement of watching this strangely exciting scene.
Dick could see that it was almost over for Harris. He screamed obscene words into the thin air, not caring who was watching or who heard his debased sounds. His insanely tormented penis seemed to inflate to enormous size as a rapturous scalding jet of semen erupted deep in his balls and rushed forcefully along the palpitating shaft of his wildly jerking organ to spurt finally from the huge lust-bloated head far back into the blonde girl's soft young throat.
Dick could hear the tortured man shout out again and again as orgastic spurges of energy shot through his bucking flailing body. His desperately clutching hands gripped the blonde head tightly and he cruelly rammed his erupting cock far back into her eagerly clasping throat. Dick heard her gasp out a muffled groan as the first hot onrush of the spewing liquid flooded into her mouth, filling it, expanding her soft cheeks until they were swollen with hot sperm.
Dick watched in fascination as she swallowed greedily, choking and sucking on the searing male fluid, seemingly anxious not to lose a single life giving drop. She continued to milk the ejaculating organ with lewd abandon, completely lost in her rapture.
Tod's fingers had become entangled in the cord of the girl's mask as he held her head unnecessarily into his purged loins, and as his exhausted body gave one last desperate heave, his grasping fingers pulled the mask loose, baring the girl's lust-distorted face as she slaved over his loins, trying to drink every bit of the delicious life-giving cum he was spurting into her throat.
Dick was so caught up by the totality of the depraved scene before him that it was several seconds before he recognized the panting girl....IT WAS HIS OWN WIFE!
Dick was too stunned to move or to even think. He sat, paralyzed as the girl finally collapsed across Tod's shuddering stomach, his shrunken cock slipping wetly from her mouth. He could feel a terrible anger building deep inside him, but it was a few moments before it found its way out.
He suddenly found himself on his feet, moving towards the sprawled couple. He tried not to look directly at Tod, afraid that his anger would get the better of him and he would try to smash his face to a pulp, even though he himself had just finished fucking the man's wife. No, it was Nancie he wanted, the cheating little bitch!
He reached down and winding his fingers tightly in her disheveled hair, he pulled her head roughly back.
"Surprise, whore, it's your husband! Nice show you put on there!"
Nancie had forgotten all about Dick as she had become more and more passionately involved in the huge organ that was about to spurt its hot load deep into her mouth and she looked up now, blinking a little as she tried to remember where she was. She could see Dick looking down at her with contemptuous hatred on his face. She slowly began to realize that her plan was getting out of hand.
"Dick, no wait, listen to me, please listen to me," she said desperately up at him. Her words sounded pathetic and useless even to her own ears.
"You rotten stinking little fucking bitch!" he said, coldly and evenly, a look in his eyes she had never seen before. Her shame and humiliation were beginning to be replaced with fear.
"How many other men have you been fucking, you dirty little bitching whore," he rasped. "Are you trying to say that you didn't get enough at home?" She cowered helplessly beneath him, afraid to answer. He jerked her head back even further until she was afraid she was going to break her neck.....
"Answer me, you little good for nothing bitch!" he snarled.
"Dick, Dick, you're hurting me," she finally managed to scream. He didn't seem to notice her voice. He continued relentlessly, his own voice beginning to rise.
"We'll just have to see if your husband can't give you all the cock you need," he taunted at her, and then rolled her off Tod's body onto the floor.
Sharon had come running up. "Hey, be careful, you're going to hurt her," she said tightly.
"You keep out of this," she heard him snarl at her.
"Yeah, baby, this is between the man and his wife," Tod said. He was on his feet now and reached out one of his big hands to hold his wife back. Sharon stood, looking helplessly down at her friend lying stretched out on the floor below.
"Turn over, bitch," Dick snarled at her, and when she was slow to move he roughly rolled her over onto her belly, then reaching down and taking her by the hips he lifted her up into a kneeling position. The girl swayed there obscenely below him, her rounded white buttocks thrust back towards him. He stood above her, between her ankles, his monstrous cock, once again hard and swollen, standing out in front of him, the thin blue veins pulsing in its anger-bloated head.
"W-What are you going to do," Sharon asked fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck her where she's never been fucked before," Dick snarled back at her. "I'm going to fuck her until she can't move. I'M GOING TO FUCK HER IN HER ASS!"
Sharon's eyes opened in horrified wonder. He would kill her! She could never take a thing like that in her ass hole, he would split her in half!!
He stooped, and grabbing both of his sobbing wife's ankles, he pressured out harshly, wrenching her legs wide apart.
"Oh no, please no, don't do it, pleeeeeease Dick," Nancie whimpered as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you, I can't let you! Not this way!" She jerked and tried to rise, but he pushed his hand down hard into the small of her back, pressing her flat against the floor. She struggled for a moment and then lay still, her body shaking violently from the helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat.
Dick dropped to his knees between his wife's open legs, running his hands roughly over the long firm muscles of her shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the moistened interior of her legs.
The sperm-smeared cleft between them was deep and inviting. Dick leered down at the cowering woman and slowly drew apart the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Nancie groaned and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into the soft flesh and she was forced to relax enough to let him spread them apart as he wished.
Sharon Harris moved nearer to watch, Dick's actions beginning to excite her, despite her concern for Nancie. She could hear Dick suck in his breath as the tiny ring of soft tender anal flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at the interfolded ring with his middle finger.
Nancie jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural contact with the tight rubbery opening and she lurched forward to try to escape the lewd intrusion she knew was about to come. It was useless and he thrust forward again, sinking his middle finger to the first knuckle up into her futilely resisting anus.
She gasped piteously, hard guttural sounds, and clenched her buttocks together as tightly as she could, trapping her angry husband's hand between the hardened cheeks.
"Open it," he commanded, brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and relaxed in piteous submission, her buttocks limp to be used as he wished.
As Dick scoured his finger mercilessly into her abused anus, widening and preparing it for the greater assault to come, Sharon could see his other hand stroking and readying his thick-veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of this defenseless young wife kneeling helplessly before him.
He peeled back the thick foreskin of his penis, exposing the huge round bulbous head, it was monstrous. He grasped the firm long poker between his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it into further readiness to use against his cowering young wife below him. He was massaging his long thick member, stroking it up and down the long full length, eventually grasping it with his whole hand tightly, moving his hand up and down the full length of his rod to further excite himself. Meanwhile, he was rummaging into the tiny puckered anal hole of his wife with his other hand, sending shivers of pain up and down her back bone.
He aimed his long thick hot cock directly at the tiny puckered anal hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his middle finger and opened her buttocks again wide with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger from her nether part. He leaned forward and dropped a single blurb of spittle from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body into her back.
The thick full length of his cock lay manned into the crevice of her buttocks, the tip resting against the tiny throbbing hole, wet from his saliva. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pushed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard instrument directly into the tightly clenched nether orifice.
Sharon had been holding her breath for what seemed an eternity as she watched him make his preparation and she groaned, half in pity for Nancie, half in passion, as she saw the unrelenting member pop through the tight restricting ring of anal flesh and her friend pitch forward on her belly to try to escape the painful entry. She watched with open mouth as she saw the tiny stretching anus slipping over and clasping the tip of Dick's cock like a tight rubber band.
Dick grinned above his wife like an evil avenging devil and thrust his hips hard down again, sinking his rod of lust-hardened male flesh halfway to the hilt.
Nancie screamed in pain. The sounds were somewhat muffled by the thick carpeting pressed against her face, and she flailed her legs out on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to resist the cruel impalement. She made wild noises deep down in her chest and high in her throat, not caring who heard, sounding like some wounded animal in a trap.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her obscene position. With each frantic rock of her body his cock skewered into her tightly resisting anus another cruel and painful inch, until finally, she had gasped out the last of her strength, and Dick's thick cudgel slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her rectum. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her skewered body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Shit, you have a marvelously tight little asshole," Dick hissed through clenched teeth above her. "Why didn't I know this a long time ago," he said. "I could have been enjoying all of this and more all this time, you little whoring bitch!"
In spite of his desire to begin fucking into her anus immediately he reached down, grasping her soft flaring hips in his hands and pulled her back up to her knees, bending her body almost double before him. He ground his teeth together and took several long smooth strokes up between her buttocks, bringing further groans of pain and humiliation to her tortured lips each time he thrust forward.
He took both of his hands and grasped her around from the back and grabbed both of her breasts hard with his hands, smashing the soft flesh hard against her chest. He kneaded them for a few seconds, cruelly, sending shivers of pain all over her body. He would show her what he could do, he thought to himself, as he ground his fingers into her soft flesh in front while he stroked his long thick cock into her nether passage.
Meanwhile, Tod Harris had moved so he was standing right next to the obscenely coupled pair, watching Dick poke his huge cock into her ass hole and grab her breasts cruelly from the front. He was clearly going out of his mind. His own cock had begun to swell as he watched the lewdly exciting spectacle in front of him. Unable to control himself, he bent down and began to run his hands wildly over Nancie's soft white belly and snake a finger through her softly curling pussy hair while Dick held her against him. He couldn't control himself, and he lay on the soft carpeting of the floor and levered himself under the panting girl, trying to get into the act himself.
Dick saw what Tod was doing, and he let loose of one of Nancie's soft white breasts, and Tod immediately began to suck on the rock hard nipple while he grasped his long thick cock with his other hand, running the length of it back and forth over the hot rod, bringing it to greater length and hardness. He sucked and sucked on her breast drawing as much of it into his mouth as he could, running his tongue over the little hard nipple, sending spasms of forbidden delight down Nancie's body.
"Turn her over, Damn it, Turn her over," he groaned at Dick, unable to stand it another moment. Dick was so preoccupied with fucking into her ass hole that he didn't comprehend what Tod was demanding of him. Slowly he turned his head toward the older man's voice as he continued ramming into his wife's shuddering body. It was a moment before he understood what Tod wanted, and then a slow sadistic smile came over his face as he saw a way to further punish his cheating wife.
He locked his hands tightly around Nancie's quivering body and rolled her over to her side, pulling her backwards on top of him, off of Tod Harris. His huge throbbing cock was still embedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his legs, a low pleading mewling coming from her wet tortured lips.
Tod Harris lost no time. He leaped over between her widespread legs, straddling Dick's knees and pushed her milk-white thighs farther apart. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her cunt.
"Oooooohhh," the helpless wife groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly, joining Dick's cock already buried there in her rectum. She lay moaning and sobbing from the pain and shame, sandwiched between the two of them, doubly impaled on their penises like an insect on a display board, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and vagina separating the two vicious instruments of torture.
There was no delay. Tod, already excited from watching Dick's cruel rape of her anus, and his own fingering of his penis, began to fuck furiously into her hot moist pussy with Dick thrusting up from beneath with long hard strokes into the depths of her rectum. It took a moment, but they achieved a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resilient foam rubber. Nancie was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her, interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force.
The two thick cudgels skewered into Nancie's wide-stretched loins like twin battering rams, the moist long cocks, wet their full lengths from the defenseless blonde's vaginal secretions, now sliding easily in and out of her. The hair-fringed pink edges of her cunt drew back with Tod's cock on the outstroke and then disappeared back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her quivering white belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched anus as Dick screwed into it with a demonic fury. On and on it went as a bigger and bigger circle grew around the plunging trio, excited by the obscene spectacle of the two men ravishing the helpless young girl between them at the same time....and then the impossible happened.
Nancie's low whining moans of pain began to change, imperceptibly at first, and then there was no doubt. It had become a low whimper of passionate pleading ... she was beginning to enjoy it.
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position or from the lewd obscene thought of being fucked half to death by two men at once like this, and one of them her own husband. But whatever it was she felt it, and her hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of her husband cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Tod's plunging cock into her suddenly heated pussy. Her whole body undulated between the two men and their bodies all moved in abandoned joy and lust at the delicious feelings they were all enjoying.
She began to chant on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her cunt and rectum. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a puppet. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a lewd symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
The helpless young wife was out of her mind with desire now and began sobbing out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until it seemed that it would never stop.
The two men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind both plunged forward and at the same time embedded their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep up into her pussy and ass and pumped their sperm, far, far up into her heaving body. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap for a moment. Tod rolled from the top of her body. His penis was still hard in spite of his orgasm and slipped from her wide-stretched cunt with a wet sucking noise that could be heard the length of the room. Nancie lay still, flat on her back on top of Dick. His cock was still embedded deep in her anus and she looked as though she were in a daze, her legs wide apart so that the tiny pink edges of her vagina could still be seen wet and glistening, the thick stump of Dick's cock protruding from her rectum below.
There was dead silence in the room for a few seconds and then Sharon uttered a deep groan, overcome by the sheer sensuousness of what she had just seen. She turned to a man behind her who was slowly stroking his hardened penis as he surveyed the little group on the floor in front of him.
"Put it in my ass the way he did," she hissed to him, falling forward on her knees. "Quick, damn it, quick!"
Without needing any further urging, the man placed the throbbing blood-filled tip against her rectum and thrust forward with all his strength. Sharon groaned from the pain, fighting back her tears. She hadn't imagined it could hurt like this, but she knew she wanted it. It felt like a huge red-hot steel rod was being crammed between her legs. But before she could object, she had been rolled over on her back on top of the man with Tod crashed down on her body with all his weight, driving his cock far up into her vagina.
After a while it didn't hurt anymore and orgasm after orgasm flooded through her until she thought she would never be able to cum again. She was dimly aware that other couples were lying there on the floor locked in the same lewd position.
Nancie and Dick lay silently just as Tod had left them for a long time. Then Dick gently rolled Nancie away from him, his cock slipping from her rectum with a slight obscene pop. They lay side by side, not daring to look at one another, but then their eyes met for just a fraction of a second, held and again they were in one another's arms.
"Darling," Nancie cried just before their mouths locked together in a long passionate kiss. They clung together tightly, as if they were each afraid the other would vanish. They had never felt so together in their whole married life. The events of this one night, horrible as they were, had permitted them to vent from their souls for all the time the hidden resentments and frustrations that had reared up between them like a wall for so long. They were finally totally together.
Sharon caught a glimpse of them later that evening, Dick furiously fucking above Nancie. Only this time there was no anguished pleas for mercy. Nancie had her legs drawn back tight against her chest with her ankles locked behind her neck, his cock sunk completely to the hilt in the moist hot slit of her vagina. Sharon could see the wide-stretched lips of her young friend's hungry cunt almost crawl up the full blood-hardened length of him as Nancie moaned and purred beneath her husband.
"A nice little couple," Sharon mused to herself, before rolling over once again to open her hungry mouth for the excitedly throbbing cock above her.
