The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
The sprawling apartment complex lay silent in the early morning stillness in row after endless row of box-like units with only the numbers on the doors to differentiate one from the other. From the bedroom window of 2B, Claudia Fletcher stood gazing out on her brick and concrete world, caught for an instant in the spell of morning twilight. The young wife sighed heavily, gathering her robe closer about her lush slender body, and quietly drew the curtains before stepping softly from the room. She hesitated for a moment at the door and allowed her large brown eyes to wander briefly over the handsome form of her sleeping husband stretched across the bed and then turned sharply toward the kitchen.
Rick waited until he felt his wife leave the room before opening his eyes and groping blindly for a cigarette, cursing softly under his breath as he knocked the ashtray to the floor.
Claudia had been getting up several hours early for the past week in an effort to avoid any sexual advances from her husband and the young man was well aware of the reason for his wife's early rising. On this particular morning Rick was as anxious as his wife to avoid any confrontation, for fear of what he might do. He had reached the limit of his endurance. Silently taking a long drag on his cigarette and then angrily crushing it out, Rick thought once again about the previous night, a night like all the others in their two years of marriage. He had approached his beautiful twenty five year old wife with all the tenderness and love he felt in his heart, longing to express it in the most intimate and meaningful way, but he had been once again disappointed. Worse than rejection or denial, she had dutifully- responded, coldly and mechanically accepting his caresses until he found himself once again brutally fucking her in a manner totally foreign to his nature and desire. He loved her desperately.
It was because of his deep love that he was able to tolerate her puritanical views for so long, aware that it would take time to unlock the repressed sexuality that he knew was buried so deeply inside her voluptuous young body. She had told him before they were married how her mother had preached fanatically to her against the vileness of sex, until the woman was pronounced insane and Claudia was taken to be raised by her aunt and uncle, lovingly and as their own. But Claudia could never bring herself to reveal to anyone the extent to which her tormented mother went in educating her daughter against the temptations of the flesh. Although Claudia was only nine when she was separated from her helplessly insane mother, and went to live with her aunt and uncle, the vivid images were etched on the impressionable young girls brain forever... lurid photographs of freakish monsters making love... ancient syphilitic victims whose photographs had been torn from medical text-books... all the pain and poverty of the world was blamed on the evil sexual working of the devil, and the obsessed woman was relentless with her lurid tales and fantastic illustrations. She had cruelly attacked and raped at fourteen and become pregnant with Claudia, who, in her mother's demented mind, was tainted by her violent conception. The woman told her young daughter tales about the heritage of her horrid father, nameless and changing with the whims of the insane woman's perverse imagination, but always maintaining that Claudia was the product of an unholy union and would be easy prey to the devil.
Claudia had blocked most of the more lurid incidents she had been forced to witness with her mother, but in spite of the exposure she enjoyed with her aunt and uncle to a normal, happy marriage, she maintained her deep-rooted fear of sex. Having blossomed early into an exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous young lady, Claudia was used to attracting the attention and admiration of men, but the pantings and gropings of most she had gone out with had only served to increase her fear.
And then she met Rick. She sensed immediately that there was something special about him, that he would not be like the others, that he would be patient with her. She was twenty two, and working as a secretary in the insurance office where Rick was the "fair haired boy" of the sales department. It was easy to see why he was so successful, although the youngest member of the staff, by his ready charm and easy smile. Claudia was swept off her feet, and from the first date she knew she would always love this man. She found herself responding to a man sexually for the first time in her life, although only in sensual little flutters through the most innocent of caresses.
And then one night, one cold winter night, she and Rick were lying on a rug in front of a roaring fire. They had been reading together, saying very little, but feeling the warmth of each others presence. Claudia was feeling especially close and protected by Rick's strength and gentleness, and the two hot buttered rums she had consumed earlier in the evening were causing her to feel loose and slightly giddy. For some reason she found the feel of his hands stealing over her body especially vivid, almost electric. Her mellow mood and peaceful state made it easy when she felt him reach back up under her sweater and release the catch on her brassiere, and when he slid the sweater up to present the white shimmering mounds of her full naked breasts to his hungry gaze, she felt no sense of violation, but rather a new sensation of excitement and anticipation. Then, she felt fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth, silken material of her bikini panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure broke from the young virgin's wetly parted lips as she felt the first delightful pressure against the sensitive mound up between her legs and her thighs fell limply, automatically, open to give easier access to the caressing hands that were sending sharp little darts of wild pleasure through her fire washed body. Rick's patient fingers were at the leg band of her panties, worming under the confining elastic as the tip of his outstretched index finger dipped like a burning knife into the moistly heated channel of her cunt up between her legs. Claudia moaned with the knowledge that she wanted that finger fucking her deep up inside her hungering young vagina, wanted to be made love to!
And then she looked over at Rick, burning with love and desire, and her heart froze within her breast as she saw the look of sheer lust that was twisting his features, making his handsome dark face look almost like the obscene face of the devil in the lewd prints her mother had shown her in the illustrations of the evils of sex.
The frightened young girl tore herself away from his grasp and quickly forced her passion tortured mind and body back under control. Rick did not become angry, attributing it to virginal shyness, and he was even touched by the fact that she was so adamant about waiting until they were married. He had never really expected to marry a virgin, the idea seemed rather quaint and old-fashioned, but he found himself delighted by the assurance that his wife would have been fucked by no other man before him, that she would be chaste and pure, his alone.
And then came the night of their wedding! Claudia had not allowed herself to think about any graphic realities of what would actually happen, but had filled her head with romantic story book pictures of sweet music, lovely tender words, and gossamer flowing white dresses. When they were finally there in the secluded little cabin in the mountains, after the long day and the wild reception, it was so different from her dreams she was on the verge of tears. Rick was drunk! She had never seen him like this. It seemed their friends had brought every imaginable sort of drug to the reception, and Rick had sampled everything, turning him into a monster she didn't even know. And now she was married to this stranger, trapped somewhere deep in the mountains on a dark cold night where she was alone with him and there was no escape. The cabin was cold and dank, but Rick refused to build a fire, fevered as he was with lust and liquor, and instead began to throw off his clothes with a strange fire in his eyes. Claudia dashed into the small bathroom, shivering with the cold and her fear, and stood leaning with her back to the door for support. She heard Rick call her name, bellowing like a sex crazed moose in the darkness of the cabin, and shuddered at the strange sound and the absurdity of the situation. She knew she could not stay in the bathroom, yet she could not bring herself to move away from the door. She felt the pressure of the door being pushed open and heard Rick call her again, "Come on, Claudia, what are you doing in there for Christ sake?"
"Just a moment, I'm getting undressed," the frightened young bride heard herself reply and then slowly, mechanically began to take off her clothes. She found the beautiful white negligee that she had bought for this special night and realized that she didn't want to wear it, didn't want to have it defiled, yet it was all she had brought and she certainly couldn't face her raging, lust-driven husband with nothing to protect her nakedness from his fiery gaze.
She stood for a long moment in her nuptial attire before stepping out of the bathroom like a lamb to slaughter. Rick's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the ravishing image standing before him. He had never seen Claudia naked before, and the thin material of the white negligee left nothing to the imagination. An inarticulate animal sound came from his lust distorted mouth. He lurched forward and crushed her fearfully trembling young body to him; his saliva covered mouth smashing down against her, pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.
Claudia cried out in fear and anger, but her sex-maddened husband heard it as a cry of passion and began to tug at the gown that stood between him and his goal, at last succeeding in ripping the beautiful material from her quivering body and ruining it forever. His hand dropped to her naked breasts and his ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips of her nipples. She gasped in pain as his teeth sank in tightly against her unblemished flesh. Claudia fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then suddenly they were on the bed. For the first time since she left the bathroom she opened her eyes and forced herself to look., forced herself to see it... her husband's erect penis!
It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at the enormous thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body. She saw her husband positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the tight little virginal opening and she knew it would never fit.
"Oh, Rick please, please... it's going to hurt. Please be careful!" she pleaded with the lust driven stranger crouched above her trembling form. Oh, why did it have to be like this!
And then with an animal groan he drove his wildly throbbing cock into her helplessly spread young cunt without preparation, without mercy, aware of nothing but his own need. The impaled young girl's shrill cry pierced into the night, but Rick continued to ram his long hard penis further and further into her widely stretching cuntal walls with each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his young bride.
Claudia struggled vainly against the pain, shuddering in revulsion. She remembered her mother's warnings against the vileness of sex and wondered briefly in her befuddled brain why her mother never mentioned the searing, gut rending pain in her long tirades against sex.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became more accustomed to the alien presence inside. She had stopped struggling blindly against the pain and had discovered that it became more tolerable if she let her inner vaginal muscles relax, and a guilty feeling of lust swept over her, burning lewd associations into her brain. An obscene knowledge of her own body started to form along with a feeling that she was involved in something depraved and sinful and perverted, and oh God... she was beginning to love it!
Rick must be bad, must be the devil personified, to lead her into the vile lustful dungeon because in spite of herself, she wanted to shout, to scream for him to go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of her body. She felt the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within her and suddenly there was no place in her being for thoughts of right or wrong, what she felt was something different than anything she had ever felt before.
But then suddenly Rick roared and she felt his body stiffen as his wildly jerking penis grew in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina, and his cum, hot and unending shot up into her, filling her belly with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness swept through her hopelessly aroused body, a new feeling that she had never before dreamed possible. At that moment Claudia felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss and she felt she would gladly give up her fear and abandon herself to whatever it was that beckoned her into the deep valley of sensuality if only he would take her to the peak, if only he would fuck her long enough to make her cum! She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind lewdly upward toward his rapidly fucking cock in an alien, animal way as she reached for something... some vague promise of cumming.
It was then that Rick grunted and his body relaxed, pressing all his weight drunkenly onto her nakedly trembling breasts. He heaved one huge sigh, and blissfully passed out on top of his beautiful young bride, her unfulfilled little belly flooded with his heated semen.
At last he rolled over and began snoring loudly while the unsatisfied young woman lay naked and alone on the bed, a great wetness between her thighs and a terrifying guilt combined with deep desire and frustration sweeping over her. She was angry and hurt, knowing that in a moment of sensual weakness she had offered all that she was to her husband, the whole essence of her being, only to be used as a receptacle, faceless and nameless, for his hotly flooding semen. All the perverse training she had received from her pathetic mother flashed across her mind and although she knew it was, to say the least, unhealthy, she could not help but resort to what she had been so deeply steeped in. She resolved at that moment that she would never again allow her treacherous body to fall into the ensnarling trap of lustful desires.
Unconsciously, she had kept her word to herself, dutifully allowing Rick to make love to her when he demanded it, but refusing to permit herself any satisfaction from the act. Rick had been confused at first by her unresponsiveness, but was willing to accept some of the blame when she explained the effect his insensitivity had on her the night of their wedding. Also having visited her mother once in the institution after they were married, he could well understand how having such an obviously sick mother would have a lingering effect on anyone. But, the young man reasoned, there was a limit to how much could be excused. He had tried everything he knew, from gentleness to brutality, but nothing seemed to work. He had failed to unlock the hidden sensuality inside his beautiful, but frigid cunted doll and the sense of failure and frustration was becoming too much for him to stand.
He had seen himself becoming more and more violent and rough in his lovemaking, trying to force her into the acts he knew she felt were degrading, but his cruelty was motivated by something deeper... the need to know, to find oneness with his wife, and that basic need was all consuming. It was for this reason he was afraid to encounter her this morning, knowing that he was driven beyond control by his desires and anger, and this morning, like every other, Rick had woken up with a raging erection.
It was six-thirty. Time for Rick to be up, showering, getting ready for work. Claudia felt she had timed herself perfectly. By the time he finished dressing, his breakfast would be ready and there would be just enough time for a quick kiss before he rushed out the door, ready to join the hordes of other apartment dwellers as they fought their way through the traffic to their jobs. If he weren't still too angry with her from last night, the distraught young wife thought, for a quick kiss.
Claudia loved her husband and more than anything wished she could respond to his male advances, but it was just impossible for her. At first, after their marriage and that dreadful first night, he had been very patient with her and she had almost felt the surge of hidden pleasure rising from somewhere inside, but lately he had grown impatient and seemed to be demanding more and more from her. Perhaps if they could move out of the apartment, to a place in the country perhaps, she would feel more easy and relaxed. But that was impossible, Rick was just getting started with the insurance business, and it meant a great deal to him. Besides, it would be too cruel to let him know he was not providing well enough for her on top of everything else. Claudia knew she was being selfish and unreasonable, but she simply couldn't help herself. She felt bored and useless and there seemed to be no way out.
Her thoughts were suddenly shattered by the sound of the bedroom door opening and she was shocked to see her husband standing before her, totally naked, his face clouded with anger. Oh please God... no! she breathed silently, and then sharply drew in her breath as she felt the chair being roughly pulled away from the table.
"Rick!... please, what are you doing? You'll be late for work!" She fought to control her mounting fear, shrinking back in the seat of the chair as she felt his hands grab her roughly by the waist and pull her to her feet. She stood trembling as her husband's hands began to roam over her perfectly molded young body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown and robe to reveal the full ripeness of her panty-clad hips.
"Rick, please... not in the kitchen! It's morning... not in the morning, it isn't right... Please!" she pleaded vainly, desperately trying to squirm away, her long honey blonde hair falling over her face.
"Just shut up, Claudia!" her husband commanded sternly and with a coldness she had never heard from him before.
He pulled off her robe and threw it angrily to the floor, then pulled her nightgown up and over her head. For a moment he stood before her staring at her soft white breasts, the nightgown still in his grasp, but when she started to move away he threw the gown down with the robe and grasped her by the arm. "Just stand there and be still, goddamnit," he snarled, with a fury that made her freeze in her step.
The frustrated young man pulled her up against the wall and shoved his hands under the tight elastic waistband of her silken panties and rolled them down over the ripe curves of her hips until she was completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the morning sun. Claudia stood perfectly still facing her husband, afraid to move for fear of what he might do.
Rick stood staring back at her for a long moment, his breath catching in his throat as the full impact of the beauty of his wife's body registered on his brain. His excited gaze moved passionately over her lush ripeness, drinking in the delicate shading of the curves and hollows of her long alabaster thighs reaching up to the finely molded hips and swelling proud breasts. She was the most sexually arousing woman he had ever seen, looking at her now he knew it was impossible that such a creature could be frigid, a body like that was made for sex.
Rick slowly let his hands follow his eyes and trailed them hotly down his wife's trembling body, his fingers sliding slowly along her quivering thighs and easing tenderly back and forth in the soft crevice between. His hands pressed upwards, travelling cautiously, tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the ivory flesh until with a sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling hairs of her vaginal mound.
Claudia flinched, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance, but her pelvis jutted forward in an independent reaction to his exploring hand. With much effort the young wife willed her legs to retreat and her naked buttocks pressed hard against the wall in an effort to escape.
Rick withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely. His strong hands reached around her and slid under her softly curving hips, cupping her satiny buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex involuntarily around in a slow, sensuous circular motion.
Claudia could hardly believe her own reactions. Maybe it was because it was in the kitchen, but she had lost control... it felt good, if felt wonderful! She had no choice, her breath caught in her throat and her mind was reeling under the maddening ecstasy of her husband's touch! Once more his hands slid upwards and moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic hair, his warm palm pressing flat against the moistly throbbing flesh of her vaginal mound, his strong pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of her throbbing cunt lips up between her legs. He felt no resistance and gently pressed his outstretched middle finger up between her sensitive cuntal lips, sending a spasmodic wave of joy through the young wife's love-hungry body quivering before him.
"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhh... " Claudia crooned, hardly able to believe it was her own voice that was gasping out the unconscious moan of pleasure.
Rick began to move his middle finger in a slow, teasing circular motion up inside the wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of her blood-swollen cunt. Working upwards, his fingers finally came into contact with her erect little clitoris.
"Oh God! Aaaahhhh...!" Claudia moaned, her mouth falling slackly open. Her long legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his touch as he teased his finger over the vitally sensitive little tit of her vagina, driving bolts of pleasure through his wife's now sensuously twitching body. It was incredible! Rick felt the hot center of her loins flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy collar around the faintly contracting petal shaped vaginal hole. The sight of the tender delicate pink folds was driving him wild with passion.
He knew he was close with her but still not there, and a part of his rational mind kept warning the young man to control himself. He had yet to win, and the hope of his victory was still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he had so long desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the mouth-watering feast spread open before him. With an inarticulate moan Rick fell impulsively to his knees before his nakedly standing wife and buried his head between her widespread thighs, shooting his tongue snake-like into the warm moist depths of her cunt.
"Oooohhh! Aaaahhh!" Claudia moaned as she felt the first searing contact of Rick's long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina. She looked down in horrified disbelief as the obscene spectacle of her husband's dark hair rammed lewdly between her thighs. A surge of revulsion and shock shot through her and she desperately tried to squirm free, but she was against the wall and her husband held her hips in a vice-like grip while his tongue fucked relentlessly up into the naked curls of her fearfully cringing vagina, wide open now to his perverse attack. "Oh don't... please don't so that to me! It's so... so ugly... oh, please!" she sobbed as he stabbed his long, wet tongue once more up into her defenseless cunt mouth. Claudia struggled to free herself, seeing her own husband turn into a debased animal was more than she could stand. She had no understanding of what was driving him to such depths. "Why do you have to humiliate me, shame me like this? Why must you ruin it all for me!"
At last the young wife managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and yank his obscenely dripping face up from between the wetness of her cringing thighs. In an instant she had slipped from his iron grip and had moved quickly to the side. She looked down at him, still kneeling, his face towards the wall.
"You depraved monster!" she screamed, running to the bedroom and throwing herself in uncontrollable sobs onto the bed.
Rick rose slowly to his feet. He walked into the bedroom and stood before his wife, looking down at her with dark anger clouding his handsome face. He spoke very calmly and with a biting coldness: "Claudia, you know I've tried and I just give fucking up. You're a snow queen... you're not a woman. If you ever find the man that can break that block of ice you're living in, let me know, I want to shake his hand." and he walked past her without another word to dress for work. Through her sobs, Claudia heard the door slam shut behind him, feeling cold and alone, as though he had closed her out forever.
"Oh God," the anguished young wife moaned. "How much longer can we go on like this?"
She loved Rick more than life, and would be willing to do anything for him, anything but the depraved unnatural acts he seemed to demand. Yes, she thought, she would even be willing to do that, if she could... but it just wasn't possible! Was she what he said?... was she frigid? Claudia wasn't even sure of the meaning of the word. Could another man change her? The thought of another man caused her to shudder involuntarily, Rick was the only man alive for her. A thousand thoughts and questions raced through her confused mind but nothing was resolved, there seemed to be no answers. She was a failure as a woman, incapable of pleasing her husband!
The anguished young wife cried in utter dejection for over an hour, until the piercing pain of her heartbreak became a dull throb. At last she pulled herself out of the bed, took a deep breath, and decided a vigorous swim in the apartment pool would help revive her. Then perhaps, she would be able to go about her daily chores and hopefully a solution would present itself.
CHAPTER TWO
Bert McDowell nearly tripped over his own feet as he passed the napping Claudia languorously stretched on a deck chair beside the apartment pool. The mid-morning quietness of the place, plus the exhausting aftermath of the highly wrought emotional scene with Rick earlier that morning had left the young housewife drained and spent. She was quickly lulled to sleep by the sun and gentle morning breeze playing over half-naked body and without realizing it, was laying with her legs slightly apart so that several strands of her pussy hair curled teasingly out from under the leg band. Her lush rounded breasts barely were contained in the normally modest halter.
"Holy Christ!" the young man said, unloading the box of household goods he had been carrying from the parking lot to apartment 9B and moving quickly to the window overlooking the pool. "I think we might like it here, Amy." He said to his flaxen haired young wife, who was busy unloading boxes in the kitchen. "I'd live anywhere to fuck that little number."
The McDowells had encountered some difficulty finding an apartment that allowed dogs and although their new home was a step down from what they had been used to, the young couple would have gladly lived in a tent before they would have given up their beloved German shepherd, Mohammed.
The tall, slender young blonde moved from the kitchen with the massive animal padding behind to see what was causing her husband's sudden positive reaction to their new apartment.
Bert was a very spoiled and pampered young man, used to having what he wanted and being able to buy what was not freely given. The only son of a wealthy and powerful banker, Bert had been living with his beautiful young wife in a separate cottage on his father's rambling estate. Although twenty five years old, Bert had never worked and was in no way prepared to support himself or his young wife. It had come as a terrible blow to the young man when his father had discovered the somewhat unorthodox sexual activities going on inside the little cabin he had given his son as a wedding present. The outraged father ordered them out immediately, arranging for a small living allowance to be sent to them monthly and hoping that somehow his son would manage to survive in the real world.
The young couple had decided to take an inexpensive apartment and try to lower their standard of living rather than look for jobs, in hopes that eventually the old man would relent. The worst that could happen, the decadent young man reasoned, would be for his father to live past eighty, feeling certain he would not be excluded from his father's will.
Other than sex and drugs, Bert had only one interest: photography; more specifically, erotic photography. It was through his never ending efforts to capture the bizarre on film that he persuaded his wife Amy to assist him in training his dog, Mohammed, to have a sexual preference for human females. She had not resisted, being as sexually insatiable as Bert and as eager for new thrills, but the problem was that she had seemed to fall in love with the animal, always following him with her eyes and never letting him out of her sight. She had also become reluctant to share Mohammed with their friends at the frequent orgiastic get-togethers they were fond of hosting, Bert noticed somewhat ruefully, while she showed no hesitation in sharing the affections of her husband.
Bert turned his back from the window, his face thoughtful. He was a slightly built man, wiry and handsome in a sharp featured, angular way. His longish blond hair curled slightly around his neck and his blue eyes had a piercing coldness that frequently caused a vague uneasiness in others. He grinned over to his wife. She was younger than Bert, only nineteen, but there was a certain sophistication about her that made her appear older, closer to her husband's age. She was remarkably fair, with alabaster skin and long, silky blonde hair. There was an ethereal, mysterious quality to her delicately chiseled features that stood in blinding contrast to the full earthy sensuality of her body, signaling., sexual invitation with every movement. Amy glanced quickly out the window to look down on the young woman sleeping in the sun and faced her husband.
"Forget it, honey. I can tell right away they aren't the type." She said, gently stroking the powerful head of the huge German shepherd standing by her side.
"They?" Bert questioned teasingly. "You mean you've already checked her husband out! We've barely arrived and you've made a pass at her husband!"
"No, I haven't seen him... I don't have to see him." The young blonde stated flatly, throwing herself down on the couch and lifting her long slender legs to the coffee table. "It's obvious, Bert, these people around here just aren't like our friends. They're straight and narrow, nine to five, all that... Just face it honey, from here on out its the three of us, you and me... and Mohammed." The young girl smiled fondly down at the dog.
"Darling, everyone's the type... its just that some people don't know it," he said, lowering himself to the couch beside his wife. Bert stared thoughtfully for a moment, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe that's our true mission in life, to show people things they don't know... " he mused, a plan formulating in his brain.
The young wife knew well enough what her husband was thinking. "Oh please, Bert! Aren't we in enough trouble already? I don't think you realize how difficult it's going to be for us to live on the allowance your father gives us, let alone... " her husband cut her off.
"Shut up... I'm trying to think. Anyway, what the hell is it going to cost us? Fact is, we might even end up making some money on the deal... now you listen to me. You've got your precious dog to keep you from getting bored in this fucking junk heap apartment, and I need some entertainment too! That little piece down by the pool will do quite nicely to begin with, and you're the one whose going to set us up!"
"You can't order me like that!" the angry young woman cried, getting up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen.
"Well," Bert drawled sarcastically, with an evil gleam in his eyes, "Maybe not, but I sure can order old Mohammed... maybe he'll be willing to help me if you won't."
He watched her stop short, a look of alarm coming over her beautiful face. It always amused him that she could get so adamant about a dumb animal, but he had to admit, just watching her and the dog excited him as well, and he always insisted on filming it. "Why, is that a trace of jealousy I see in my lovely wife?" he taunted. "Could it be we're getting a bit possessive with our doggie?"
"Oh, stop it! It's just that... well, Mohammed was getting confused, and I thought that since we have to live here we might as well try to adjust. Maybe you could get a job... in a bank or something... and then your father might change his mind, maybe reconsider and let us go back."
"Yeah baby, I can see it now... " Bert replied cynically. "I go off to some stuffy bank every morning while you sit around fucking Mohammed all day and then I come home and we watch our old home movies, right? I'm not kidding you Amy, if I ever catch you fucking that dog without my permission I'll have the bastard put away. As much as I love him, I'd do it in a minute, do you understand?"
Amy nodded, knowing her husband would do exactly as he said. But there was the special burning hunger up between her legs right now that only that marvelous tapered penis of her animal lover could quell, and she wanted it desperately, even though she knew it would not be wise to let Bert know how much the dog had come to mean to her. At first Bert's weird games, the wife swapping, the photographs, the bestiality were all a lark, games Amy enjoyed as much as her husband. But gradually, she had come to depend on the animal-fucking she received from Mohammed for her real satisfaction. He thrilled her more than any human male ever had, and as much as she tried to hide it, she knew she loved the animal, passionately.
"Okay Bert, whatever you say... I suppose you have some sort of scheme to seduce the little miss across the hall." Amy said, trying to keep her voice calm.
"That's right, I have a plan. First, we just sit back and watch. We'll get some ideas of their routine and one of these days very soon, you my lovely, will head the young man off at the pass. I don't care how you do it, but get him up here and fuck his brains out. The rest you just leave up to me... " Bert was already imagining his cock inside his luscious neighbor, a lewd smile crossing his face.
Amy's hungry eyes moved unconsciously towards the big dog at her feet, wishing Bert would leave the apartment. The young man noticed his wife's discomfort and decided to have some fun with her. "I was going to let you get fucked by Mohammed this afternoon, but now I'm thinking maybe you should save it for our new neighbor across the hall... wouldn't want you to be all tired out when you meet him."
"Oh Bert, I won't be tired! You know I can fuck all the time!" There was a look of pleading in the girl's blue eyes. Seeing that her husband would take advantage of her desperate position, she decided to change her tactics. "Look, you let me have Mohammed now and I'll have our neighbor over here by tonight. You can have your camera equipment all set for him and your cock ready for his wife. Otherwise... I might just not feel up to it... " Bert smiled at his wife. The girl would do anything to have the chance to get the big dog cock inside her. He knew she'd be fucking the dog all the time if he let her and the only thing stopping her was his threat to get rid of Mohammed. What if she forced him to actually go through with it? Bert loved the dog too, although not in the sexual way his wife had come to regard him. "Okay kid, but I have to share in the fun too, you know," he said, closing the curtains and beginning to take off his clothes.
Bert began to laugh in delight as his beautiful wife tore frantically at her clothes. This thing she had for Mohammed was stronger than any dope habit he ever had! He watched in undisguised enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful body came into view. Christ, she was beautiful! Amy had her blouse off and was fumbling behind with the clasp of her brassiere. It came loose and she flung the flimsy halter away from her impatiently, allowing her high, full breasts to swing free. Her husband took in her lush ripeness greedily, watching as her tiny pink nipples instantly leapt into the erect hardness.
She kicked free of her skirt as it fell in a loose pile around her ankles and was now wearing only her tiny bikini panties. Bert watched avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband and in one smooth motion pulled the flimsy briefs down to her ankles. When she straightened up again she stood before him completely naked, attempting to hide nothing from his gaze. Her skin was a rich creamy color, set off by the perfect triangle of sparse blonde pussy hair over her pubic area. With every movement the sleek muscles of her belly and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light to play in ever changing patterns over her voluptuous body.
Bert never had been able to hold back a gasp of awe as he beheld his wife in her nakedness. She was all any normal man could want, he thought, but then, he never liked to consider himself a normal man. His greatest pleasure was to find innocent young girls and turn them into lustful, sex-hungry women, as he had with Amy long ago. But, have I created a female sexual monster? the young man thought with glee as he saw the fire in her eyes and the quivering desire in her body. Well, he would let her have her fun, and soon enough he would be fucking that little number across the hall like she has never been fucked before. Bert's thoughts were interrupted by Amy's voice: "Now? Bert, come on now can I let Mohammed fuck me?" she asked with more than a trace of desperation.
"You mean both of us, don't you baby? You mean me and Mohammed together, don't you" he jeered.
"Of course, but what are we waiting for?" she demanded impatiently.
"That's hardly what I would call a romantic approach, darling... " Bert knew what she wanted, his command to the big dog to mount her, but first things first, the depraved young man reasoned, motioning her to him and settling comfortably back in a chair. "Suck darling," he commanded, pointing to his long swollen rod and grinning lewdly at her.
A look of burning rage passed over Amy's beautiful face. She'd sucked his cock before and generally liked it. But the thought of being forced under these conditions, being humiliated like this, caused a tight ball of anger to form in her seething stomach. She thought of refusing, but it was too late now. The near prospect of the beautiful fucking she would be getting from the German shepherd in just a few minutes was already lighting an uncontrollable fire in her belly.
She bit her lip and walked slowly across the room toward her husband. She heard his breath coming in short quick gasps and for a brief moment wondered how they had come to this perversity in their relationship. Was it all his fault? Was it hers? It didn't matter... nothing mattered but that they get on with it so she could once more feel her beloved Mohammed's long hot dog-cock inside her feverishly throbbing pussy. She dropped to her knees before her husband, her face now a mask of passion. Bert straightened his legs as she approached, and spread them apart so she could move between them, sliding down in the chair so that his buttocks were resting on the forward edge.
As Amy crawled between his knees Bert tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and gently pulled her head down, grinding his crotch against her face so the young girl could feel the hardness of his erect penis pressing forward toward her full, ripe lips.
"Put it in baby," her husband hissed through clenched lips, "Take my cock in your mouth and suck it until I cum all the way down to your beautiful hot little belly!"
The young blonde hurried to do his bidding, anxious to appease him and began to skin back the thick fleshy shaft, so that the lust-swollen head popped out from the thinly covering foreskin a few scant inched from her eyes. Then his fingers were at her lips prying them open so that the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. With a shudder, the nakedly crouching girl stared down the entire length of his long rigid penis. It was incredibly large!
The helpless girl hesitated a moment, angry at the thought of her mouth being used as nothing but a receptacle for cum by her husband. But then, he twisted her hair again and, as her mouth opened automatically, the thick pole of hot flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the huge pulsating cock-head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with a warm pungent masculine taste.
Bert's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his eagerly throbbing cock fucking wetly in and out of the kneeling young woman's mouth with a lewd, wetly echoing sloshing sound as he guided her head with his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. He leaned down to watch the puffing of her cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened cock far up between her ovally clasping lips, his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he rammed it deeper up into her hand trapped face. It was an exciting picture - the subserviently kneeling girl's helpless face being held tightly between his two hands while his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out between her straining red lips causing her to groan in submission between his legs below. Then he looked up and made a signal with his head to the huge German shepherd.
"Okay, Mohammed," he leered. "Let's see you climb up on top of that big beautiful naked ass and fuck the hell out of her hot little cunt!"
The big dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few minutes. He had gotten to his feet in excitement as Amy began undressing, the sight of her beautiful naked body causing the blood to begin rushing through his veins, in tingling anticipation. He had mounted her many times before, and he wondered in his animal mind if he would once again have the chance.
But he knew he must wait for a signal. His master had trained him long ago to remain still, ready and waiting until the order was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs shifted excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small whining sounds came from his massive throat.
The dog watched, perplexed, as Amy crawled between his master's knees, and the sight of her swelling white buttocks pointed back in his direction were almost more than the eager animal could stand. He could see the soft tuft of hair high up between her thighs that masked his hoped-for goal, and his sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky feminine arousal juices coming from those familiar depths.
Finally the signal! The big animal heard his master's passion-distorted voice urging him on towards the swelling half-moon buttocks thrust back towards him in open invitation.
Mohammed moved forward slowly, not completely understanding what was happening this time. He moved up behind the laboring girl, his head extending cautiously as he pushed his nose up between the nakedly crouching blonde's firm white thighs. Amy's entire body shuddered as she felt the first long-hoped-for, wet touch against her waiting nakedness.
Bert also waited in expectation. The full length mirror across the room gave him a perfect view of his wife's voluptuously raised buttocks and he watched avidly as his pet approached closer and closer. Amy started to mumble some encouraging words to the dog around the thick shaft of Bert's cock and for a moment he felt the pressure lessen around its bloated length.
"Keep sucking Amy," he growled, "Or the dog goes away." He grinned in triumph as she obediently went back to her slave-like sucking, looking lecherously down as his long hardened penis continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as though he were sinking the full length of his monstrous rod all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch showed white and glistening, protruding from between her lips.
Bert looked back up at the mirror just in time to see Mohammed's thick tongue snake out and lick wetly up the wide split crevice between Amy's buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly into the tiny ring of her anus. The kneeling girl's body jerked as if from an electric shock as the beloved tongue dug into her most sensitive flesh. Then Mohammed began lapping the narrow pink slit up between her thighs in earnest. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of her clitoris, up the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tightly puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her quivering vaginal opening. Amy's whole body was trembling in wanton excitement and Bert could feel her mouth tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his swollen hardness as she began to put her whole heart and mouth into the sucking of his cock.
The lust-maddened girl started to moan incoherently, the sounds bubbling out obscenely and wetly from where her lips clasped tightly around Bert's long throbbing cock. All the while, the giant dog-tongue continued to thrust relentlessly up Amy's moistly spread cunt, and she reached desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes of her buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny sensitive anal ring.
He tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the giant animal began to crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain, and the moaning girl obediently raised her naked ass-cheeks even higher, bending before the panting dog in abject surrender while her face remained firmly anchored to her husband's huge penis that fucked relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
Bert watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet mounted Amy's passionately offered buttocks and locked his strong forelegs around her slender waist. Dripping, the glistening long scarlet penis slipped from the hairy sheath under the animal's belly, the tapered point slipping and dancing into the hot, wet cuntal crevice below as the dog trembled and jerked, trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling girl's body.
Sobbing in desperation, Amy shifted her round buttocks, in a crazed effort to capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheath the long scarlet organ in her tightly contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find a momentary heaven in her anus, then attempted to enter. But Amy gave a little cry and tensed her rectal mouth automatically to evade the sliding prod. Having tasted success, Mohammed returned immediately to attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along the entire length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet of the jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of the girl's passion inflamed genitals, as her cuntal lips spread open under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused dog-cock rubbing so madly between them.
In final desperation Amy reached back with one hand to grasp the slippery organ and guide it's heavily throbbing tip to the thin, vertical little opening of her moistly pulsating vaginal slit. Sensing victory Mohammed rammed forward, parting her pussy lips wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long animal penis. Bert watched in awe as the German shepherd humped wildly and buried his huge red shaft deep up into the squirming girl's hotly grasping cuntal passage. The massive organ slithered forward with a rush until it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy balls swinging below in the open space created by her wide-spread thighs.
Amy gave a low moan of relief as Mohammed began fucking rhythmically into her. The quivering girl undulated her nakedly kneeling body and moved her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in rapture, and her large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh, burying itself deep up into her warmly engulfing belly.
Each powerful thrust from the slaving animal behind rammed the girl's lewdly writhing body forward onto Bert's lust-swollen cock. The girl's passion-drugged mind began to wander. Nothing really mattered but that wonderfully long animal penis fucking up into her burning pussy and her husband's hotly pulsating cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it until he came. The submissively kneeling girl began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the desire-swollen shaft and flicking her tongue tip teasingly into the tiny open slit at the end of the smooth, rubbery head. She could feel his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew it would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot cum that would spurt into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream. Then she would concentrate on the incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal-lover behind.
Amy's head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it as her husband twisted and groaned above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the stretched oval of her full young lips straining at his penis as though it were a popsicle. The girl worked on and one, pinned between the two rutting males, the man in front and big dog behind, the very helplessness and humiliation of her position beginning to cause strange masochistic sensations to grow erotically in her churning belly.
Bert's face writhed in pleasurable agony as Amy's tongue made the head of his cock jerk and throb like some chained animal wanting to be free. He watched hypnotized as the flesh of her lips was pulled out grotesquely on the outstroke, clinging to the saliva-coated shaft of his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her concentration now on the task before her. Looking over his wife's laboring shoulders, Bert stared with obscene delight into the wild animal eyes of his own dog as it fucked relentlessly into the spasming female body before him. It was almost as if his wildly pulsating cock in her mouth was somehow connecting him to the unnatural coupling of his wife and dog and an obscene thrill shot through his mind.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for the moment that it was the honey-blonde across the street who was hunched like this before him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her here, ramming it deep into her little throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her and then pump his cum down her throat, filling that little belly of her until she burst.
Without warning, Bert's pelvis began pistoning wildly, each tremor ramming his long rigid cock deeper and deeper inside Amy's voraciously sucking mouth. The gasping girl could feel his lust-thickened hardness throbbing against her cheeks and tongue, and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth!
But she wanted it. She wanted to swallow every delicious drop as she sucked hungrily, desperately, her mouth salivating as it never had before, while sharp bolts of forbidden pleasure shot upwards from her animal-filled cunt.
Her husband groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming deep into her throat, while he held her lust-contorted face in the prison of his hands. Suddenly his cock began to jerk and a second later it spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her throat. Amy groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed quickly up and down, trying to keep pace with the spewing sperm that jetted rhythmically into the warmly gulping confines of her mouth. Clasping her lips like a tight little elastic ring around the ejaculating member, the beautiful young woman swallowed madly, swirling her tongue around and around the swollen cock-head. She wanted to suck him dry, to empty him. His groans of pleasure spurred her on to greater effort. It went on and on and she thought it would never end, until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt and slipped loosely from her cum-flooded mouth.
Amy went completely out of her mind now that she was able to concentrate on the wild sensations that Mohammed's cock was pounding into her. Looking back over her shoulder at the hunching animal, the wildly excited young beauty called back lewd exhortations.
"Oh God, fuck harder, faster! Come on darling, fuck your Amy... cum in me... I want you to fill me with your beautiful hot animal cum...!"
The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjected. She was revelling in being screwed by this panting beast and fucking back at him like a wanton whore, even if it was in front of her husband, and she ground her body back against his hairy jerking loins like another animal.
Bert continued watching the salacious spectacle in fascination, his thick depleted cock lying limply on his thigh. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light as they ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs.
Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment sprayed through Amy's seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing at the base of her belly with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened girl moaned helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax and rammed back even harder into the long wet cock that fucked mercilessly into the gratefully devouring little hole up between her wildly bucking thighs.
Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her head to wail out a guttural animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed eyes grew large and unseeing.
"O... hhh... ooohhhh... God, lover... I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock!"
Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sobs and sighs as the first wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Mohammed responded with a heavy forward cunt-reaming stab just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk around up inside her hungrily convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in liquid jets deep up into her contracting cunt.
. Again, the sex-maddened girl screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting convulsively to the lewd animal explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing wildly in her final bliss and her blonde hair whipped from side to side in a cloud. A lewd combination of human-animal liquid passion trickled warmly from the nakedly kneeling girl's still sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in white pools onto the floor below. Then the exhausted girl groaned softly and collapsed forward onto the carpet, Mohammed's softening penis slipping loosely from her flooded cunt with a lewd wet sound.
The big dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive head lowered and he began obscenely licking the remnants of cum from the girl's still spastically twitching young buttocks.
The room was silent except for Amy's exhausted panting and then she became aware of the sound of Bert's movie camera running with a steady hum. She wearily raised her head and looked directly into the lens so rudely zooming in on her passion-drained face and carefully mouthed a crude "Fuck you" to the camera.
"Damnit, Amy! You just ruined a beautiful ending." Bert said, quickly switching the motor off. "No matter, I have all the good parts; I can edit out your obscenities." he added with a small giggle. "Meanwhile, my dear, I hope you haven't forgotten your part of the bargain. I expect to see our neighbor over here by six o'clock tonight."
With that he turned to head for the darkroom with his treasure. Amy pulled herself up from the floor, tired and spent, dreading the thought of having to go through another boring seduction with another boring man. She sighed heavily, but looking down at Mohammed stretched out on the carpet a soft smile crossed her face. "That's okay baby... your fuck was worth it... "
CHAPTER THREE
Rick parked his car in the insurance building garage and switched on the radio. No reason to go in early, the still angry young salesman thought, but quickly changed his mind when he saw the large black Cadillac pull in beside him. He swiftly straightened his tie and plastered a broad smile on his face.
"Good morning, Mr. Howard!" Rick said with false cheerfulness, opening the car door for his boss. He was glad he left early that morning, in spite of the circumstances.
"Well! Thought I was the only one who came to the salt mines early!" the older man said in greeting, obviously pleased with his young employee.
"Special day, sir," Rick answered, trying desperately to think of a reason this day would be different from any other. "Uh... I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Gibson... Gibson transport. Thought I'd do a little back up work, you know."
"That's the boy! Know the answers and wait for the questions... that's my motto," the boss said, clapping a meaty hand on the young man's shoulder as they walked together toward the elevator. "You know, Rick," he continued in a confidential tone, "The Gibson account could be quite a feather in your cap!"
"Yes, sir. I'll sure do my best, Mr. Howard." Rick said modestly, breathing a sigh of relief as his employer turned into his private office and closed the door. Rick knew he had the Gibson account sewed up weeks ago; Jack Gibson was a fraternity brother of his and they had the arrangements made long before the actual policy change was due. "Christ, how I hate playing these phony games," the young man thought to himself as he shuffled the papers on his desk. Rick knew he was a good salesman, and he gained a certain amount of satisfaction out of that assurance, but he realized he wanted more. Not more money or prestige, more of something else. Freedom, was it... or fucking? he wondered.
Rick didn't know if the vague feeling of dissatisfaction with his life was related entirely to his sexual problem with his wife or not, but he was sure of one thing: something had to break very soon.
His thoughts were interrupted by the clicking heels of Miss Simpson, his secretary. She would be breezing in the office any second, prim and sassy, efficient to a fault and occupying the same desk Claudia had occupied when he first met her. The irony was incredible. With bony body, doudy style and homely features, it was rumored in the office that Miss Simpson was wild-fire in bed, practically a nymphomaniac. Most of the men had taken her to bed, and it was generally known that Mr. Howard had been carrying on with her for sometime - although it would mean the job of anyone that let on they knew.
"Good morning," Miss Simpson greeted Rick sourly, carefully hanging her umbrella on the stand, although it hadn't rained for two months and it was unlikely to rain for two more.
"Good morning, Miss Simpson," Rick replied pleasantly, mentally undressing her and then quickly replacing her clothes. He had never been unfaithful to his wife, and although he was considering it as a possible solution, it would have to be with someone more palatable than Miss Simpson. If he were going to break his marriage vows he wanted to be damn sure it was worth it.
Besides, even if Miss Simpson were Miss America, it wouldn't be wise to become involved with another company member. In spite of his own lecherous inclinations, old Mr. Howard demanded faultless behavior from his employees. One of his favorite topics of conversation was the sin and degradation going on in the world today and the old bastard had actually fired one of the unmarried secretaries when he discovered she was pregnant, right at the time when the poor girl probably needed her job more than ever. Rick remembered there had been quite a lot of angry talk over that particular incident in the office, but he had wisely kept silent, making points with Mr. Howard and losing points with himself. He did notice however, somewhat ruefully, that most of the people who did speak up in the girl's behalf were, for one reason or another, no longer with Howard Insurance.
Well, the promising young salesman thought in his own defense, that's the way it is in the business world... feather your own nest... what else could a man do? "Crusades are over, my boy!" he could almost hear old Howard saying. One look at the competition was enough to show that the game had to be played to win, or not at all. Frank Lawson, his only real rival for the position of regional sales director, was certainly pulling no punches. He was always playing up to the old man, inviting him to dinner and trying to get in tight with him. That's dedication above and beyond, Rick thought, unable to imagine putting up with the old bigot after office hours. But, on the other hand, if he were going to stay with the company he might as well go after the higher salary for his eight hours, and regional sales was quite a step.
Lawson got a lot of cooperation from his wife, too. Rick remembered the way she had prattled endlessly with Mrs. Howard and flashed her big tits in front of Mr. Howard at the Christmas party last year, making quite a hit with the both of them. It had been obvious that old Howard really had it on for Claudia, but she was barely courteous, preferring to spend the time chatting with her old friends in the typing pool. When Rick had questioned her later about her coldness to his boss, her only reply was that she had never liked Mr. Howard or his wife. Social climbing and insincerity of any kind was simply beyond his wife's nature and in spite of himself, Rick couldn't help but feel proud of her for it.
His mind went back to the fiasco that morning with Claudia. When was she going to grow up and learn what it was all about! By looking at her, who would ever guess she was frigid. Why didn't she look like Miss Simpson, for Christ sake? She had responded to their necking before they were married, although they never really made love. Rick just assumed she was saving it for their wedding night, not knowing there was nothing there to save! But what the hell, even if he had tried her out before, he would have married her anyway. He loved her and there was no other way around it... his cock jerked a little in his pants at the memory of her nude perfection this morning. All he could do was keep trying and hope things would get better. Or maybe he should find a mistress. It would help him be more patient, maybe save his marriage...
Rick began to feel a little guilty about the morning scene with Claudia and tried several times to call home but received no answer. The day seemed to drag on forever and when Mr. Howard invited Rick to join him for lunch, it was the final blow. The young man had no choice but to accept, of course, but he had been looking forward to spending his lunch hour in a bar. Still, it wasn't often the old boy made such an offer and Rick was really flattered. If he were being seriously considered for the regional sales position it would be worth it, if for no other reason than to see the look on his competitor's cocky face. Rick managed to keep up an amiable conversation with his boss all the way through lunch, making clever replies to the older man's rambling inanities, but was somewhat taken aback when Howard abruptly brought Claudia into the conversation.
"And how's that lovely little wife of yours?" he asked, pushing his empty plate away.
"Uh... well, she's fine sir, just fine." Rick replied, wondering what the old goat was leading up to.
"You know, since you stole her away from our office... we haven't had the chance to see much of our Claudie."
So that was it, Rick thought, the old goat is fishing for an invitation. He surely couldn't be thinking about making another play for her, or could he? Or maybe he just wanted to see if Rick would go to the same extent Frank Lawson had in grabbing for the regional sales position. Whatever, Rick was certain his wife wouldn't go for it. She hated to be called "Claudie," for one thing and if he ever called her that to her face Rick was sure she would coldly correct him. No, it would never work. He would have to think of some way to get around that one.
"Claudia has said the same thing about you, Mr. Howard," Rick lied. "You and Mrs. Howard will have to come for dinner sometime very soon, sir."
Rick saw the old man's lecherous face light up and was more sure than ever that he intended to seduce Claudia with the position opening. Rick almost smiled, if he only knew, he thought wryly.
By the time lunch was over, Rick felt he had already put in as much time at the office as he could stand for one day and when Mr. Howard left at three thirty, Rick was not far behind. The traffic wasn't as bad at that hour as it usually was and Rick found himself speeding, anxious to get home and straighten things out with his wife. Give her a chance to get over this morning before I spring Mr. Howard on her, he thought, already flinching at her imagined response. Pulling into the black top parking area of the apartment, he drove around the yellow camaro with a flat tire that was blocking the entrance and then screeched to a halt when he caught a glimpse of its owner in the rear view mirror.
Amy had positioned herself early, not being sure what time Rick got home, or even what he looked like. Bert had described his car though, and when she saw the green Buick pulling into the apartment parking lot at four o'clock she was glad she had decided to come early. Seeing the dark haired, handsome Rick it occurred to her that she might not mind keeping up her end of the bargain after all.
Rick had parked his car and was walking toward Amy, the beautiful damsel in distress, standing helplessly beside her lame steed. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. "Need some help?"
Christ, she was gorgeous, he thought to himself and wondered why he hadn't seen her before. She must be new to the apartment, he reasoned, since she was not something a man could easily overlook. She was wearing a simple white sundress, cut very low in front, drawing his attention to the way her firmly ripened breasts jutted forward in a high, taut curve... and the way her long blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders.
"Oh yes," Amy replied, her wide blue eyes innocent. "I'm afraid I'll have a lot of my new neighbors angry with me if I'm still blocking the entrance when everyone gets home from work."
"Hi Kick Fletcher! I'm Amy," the beautiful blonde seductress said sweetly, giving him a big smile. "But why don't you change from your suit first... I'd hate to see you get it all greasy and there's still plenty of time before most people will start getting home."
"That might be a good idea," Rick said. "I just live right over there in unit B... "
"Oh, so do I!" Amy replied, pretending to be surprised. She had seen Claudia leave just a few moments before and thought the young man would probably be more likely to accept her invitation if he knew his wife wouldn't be there to see him walk past his own apartment to hers.
Rick ran to his apartment and changed from his business suit to his jeans in record speed, returning to find Amy poised seductively on the front fender of her car. As he helped her down from her perch she pressed her soft full body close to his, allowing him to breathe in her scent and feel the sultry sensuality that she seemed to radiate. She let her eyes play boldly over his face and then brazenly let them fall to the bulge in his tight jeans.
Nervously, Rick began to jack up the car, but he could feel her gaze on his back.
"Uh... how long have you lived here?" he said to make conversation.
"Just a few days," Amy replied.
"Think you're going to like it?" he asked.
"Well, I wasn't sure," she purred, "... until now." She leaned down towards him and the top of her dress fell open a little giving him an unimpeded view of her magnificent cleavage. Christ, was it wishful thinking, or was the girl really coming on to him? Rick was determined to find out.
"There you go," he said, securing the last bolt. "You'd better have your husband see about getting you a new spare though." he added, hoping to find out if she were married.
"I will, but he'll be out of town for a few days. That's why I'm so grateful to you for helping me," she said, looking up at him with her luminous blue eyes. "Won't you let me buy you a drink?... at my place... " Rick had the feeling that he should politely refuse. This girl had a way of inviting a man to her apartment and making it sound like an open proposition, which was the main reason he knew he wouldn't be able to say no. Things like this just didn't happen to him every day. And besides, Claudia wasn't home, he knew that, so... The thought of his wife caused a momentary twinge of guilt, but he took care of it by immediately thinking back to the events of the morning and found himself getting angry again. What the hell, it would serve her right. And if he should change his mind about going through with anything he could always take the short walk across the hall.
"Well sure, Amy... sounds great," he said. He waited for her to move her car, and then followed her up the stairs to her apartment. There was a wonderful sinuous motion to her provocative young body as she walked; Rick couldn't take his eyes from her hips as they swayed gently before him. There was something strange, very special about this woman who combined the qualities of angelic sweetness with earth sensuality... she was lovely.
They walked quickly up the stairs, Rick not even being aware of passing his own apartment, and within minutes found himself inside an apartment constructed exactly as his own. The living room sparsely furnished, but there was a large comfortable couch and a well-stocked bar. Rick took a seat on the couch and Amy went to the bar to fix the drinks.
"What would you like, Rick?" she asked.
"Let's try something special," she said in a throaty voice that sent chills up and down Rick's spine. "A friend brought it to us from Mexico... it's called Damiana." She reached up and brought down a large bottle filled with an amber liquid. "It's really a very pleasant liqueur, and you can't get it here; it's even illegal to bring it in the country, I believe."
Without waiting for an answer from Rick she poured two glasses, adding a little water and ice. "To new friends," she said, raising her glass, "Friends," Rick said and drank. It was a pleasant drink, Rick thought, although a little sweet for his taste. It went smoothly down and seemed to have an immediate warming effect. He drank a little more.
"Do you like it?" Amy asked.
"Sure, it's unusual... nice."
"It's made from a very ancient recipe, I understand. They say it has magic properties... they say it's an aphrodisiac... " Amy stated matter of factly, a strange smile play over her lips.
Rick choked a little on his drink and raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking that an aphrodisiac was probably the last thing he needed with her sitting so close, and looking at him so seductively. He was beginning to wonder what it was he was getting into, but he decided to put up a bold front and quickly drained the rest of his drink. He held up his glass for more.
"It's your turn to make the drinks." Amy said. Meanwhile I want to get into something more comfortable." She put her glass on the bar and walked towards the hall while Rick moved behind the bar and poured the drinks. He put a little more in his this time, admitting to himself that it did have a nice soft affect. Already he was feeling light-headed and a "don't give a damn" feeling was spreading over him. In fact, he was feeling a helluva lot better than he had in a long time. He took a good-sized slug of his drink and walked out from behind the bar and then his thoughts were cut short by Amy's voice coming from the other room.
"Why don't you put some music on while I change," she said. The shock of 'hearing an unexpected voice made Rick realize in what a far away place the liquor had already put him. He mumbled an 'ok' and walked over to the record player. It was near the hall, and he couldn't help but notice a movement down at the end, and he saw with a shock that he was looking into a bedroom, the bedroom where Amy was changing her clothes.
The embarrassed young man looked down quickly and fumblingly put on a record. Soft music filled the room. He didn't want to be a peeping Tom, but what the hell, she must have known he would be able to see her from the record player. She must have set it up that way or why wouldn't she have closed the door?
Rick quickly took a large drink from his glass, noticing that with each further sip of the damiana, the cares that had been weighing on him ever since he left home this morning seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It was as if his senses were wrapped in a soundproof cocoon of heightened awareness. Maybe there was something to the drinks "magic" properties.
He looked up again just in time to see this strange girl he had followed home drop her dress to the floor. His cock lurched inside his pants as her voluptuously curved young body came into view. She was moving slowly, almost theatrically as if she knew his eyes were on her. But even so there were no lewd or obscene movements on her part. She didn't need them; the natural sensuality of her lush body was enough in itself.
As the unintentional voyeur watched breathlessly, Amy turned her back towards him and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. The fully rounded moons of her buttocks as she bent over, the panties remained caught between her ass-cheeks as she straightened up to fold her dress.
The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his beautiful new neighbor walked across the room to a closet her tautly rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. It was a graceful easy walk that reminded Rick of a sleek, milk-white panther. There was a lithe suppleness about this strange girl that dripped sex and forbidden pleasures. He could not judge her age, she seemed to be very young and yet ageless.
One thing was certain; he could not back down now. That would make him appear to be a gutless coward in front of his fascinating creature. Still, from somewhere in its back files, his mind fished out the word "infidelity" and flashed it across his conscience. Yes, this was infidelity but damn it, it was as much Claudia's fault as his. If she weren't so unresponsive to his advances he'd be home right now where he belonged.
His mind droned on, the subversive amber liquid he had been drinking rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally have. The straying young husband watched Amy more intently now as she turned back from the closet dressed only in her brassiere and panties, her long lithe legs shining silkily in the soft light of the room.
It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to pull her panty crotch band aside and fuck her like that. He had never fucked a woman with her panties still on, and though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Claudia down on the bed when she was undressing, she had always pushed him away in her best puritanical manner and continued her undressing in the bathroom. How many times had he seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to have a thing about it he could not understand.
This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out that she knew what her sensual young body was for and that she would not hesitate to use it in bed. There could be no doubt about that!
The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. With an effort, he tore himself away from his watching and moved quickly to the bar to pour himself another drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it down before the ice had even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the painfully throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his jeans. For the moment, it helped.
"Rick," he suddenly heard that excitingly throaty voice from the other room, "Please bring me my drink."
Behind the bar Rick jumped slightly from the unexpected sound, almost knocking over his glass. He had been too immersed in his own half-drugged thoughts to be prepared for the sudden summons.
"Rick," she repeated again, "Please?"
"Y - Yes," he stammered back, "Right away."
"Well hurry, it's lonely and dry in here."
The flustered young man flushed as he tried to force his fully erect cock back into the tightness of his shorts. How could he walk into the room like this? It was too obvious. After a moment's struggle he got it pushed down the best he could, then picked up the two drinks and headed for the bedroom. No thought of resisting remained in his mind now, only a little self doubt. Could he handle this hot cunted young gal?
Amy looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now, that came just to the tops of her thighs. The robe was tied very loosely, and it was obvious that she had shed the brassiere and panties while he was mixing the drinks. The cleavage of her breasts showed without impediment at the top.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She grinned after sipping from the glass he handed her. "You're learning quickly. Just the right amount."
"I've been practicing on myself," Rick answered, raising his glass towards her. He suddenly found he wasn't nervous at all, but felt instead a growing power and self-confidence that he had never experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the true strength within himself, a strength that had been dormant all this time he had been married to Claudia, all this time he had been catering to her prudish school-girl ideas about making love. He knew that making love to this woman who stood almost naked before him was going to change him, and perhaps nothing less would ever satisfy him again.
Amy lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front of his trousers. Her smile deepened and two dimples appeared on her cheeks.
"We're going to like one another," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I can tell."
"Very observant," he said a little self-consciously. "I didn't think you'd notice."
"How could I miss something like that. You're quite a man."
She settled herself back on the edge of the big bed, leaning back or. her elbows. The short robe rode up over her full sensuous thighs, exposing the soft silky down of the pubic mound at the base of her smooth white belly. She patted the bed beside her, indicating that he should sit down.
"Well," she said after he had settled himself.
"Tell me something about yourself. You know, I really know very little about you - or your wife."
Bob was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say about himself or Claudia either, for that matter? But before he could answer she said, "No, it isn't really important now. We can talk about that later when we already know each other in more interesting ways... "
"I'm all for that," he said, reaching over with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his nails over the whiteness of her stomach.
"Mmmm, I see you're brave, too, At first, at the car, I didn't know if you would come home with me."
"That was centuries ago," he smiled over at her, feeling a slight flush from the liquor. "Shall I get you another drink?"
"There's some in the cabinet." She pointed to a corner of the room. "You'll find everything you need there, including ice."
Rick rose, taking her glass from her hand and glanced down at her thinly bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her slightly parted legs. It did not make him at all uncomfortable to look at her like this, and a pleased smile crossed over his face as she opened her thighs a little more. She was clearly excited; the first tiny dewdrops of moisture were rising between her legs and glistening in the tight narrow vaginal slit as she exposed herself to him. He hurried with the drinks, the impatient heat in his own body rising rapidly.
When Rick returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, his seductress had loosened the front of her robe even more, exposing her large full breasts and their ripe pink nipples.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her seductive nakedness with the drinks still in his hands. He could see that her eyes were dilated a little from excitement, and it was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and locking his lips to her sweet little pussy at this very moment, but he held himself back, sensing that she needed more. This woman would know what making love was all about, and she wasn't the kind one just jumped on top of and rammed it into without preparing her well. The reward should definitely be worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said huskily as she reached for the drink he handed her. "In fact, you're a very handsome man."
"Have you had many woman? Other than your wife I mean?" She asked the question matter-of-factly as though it were a perfectly normal piece of conversation.
"Enough," he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the lips as if to show he had been doing this kind of thing all his life.
She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here, let's put our drinks on the table or we'll spill them."
The aroused young man took both drinks and quickly put them on the table by the bed, then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She arched up and curled her arms around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were part of him. Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painful hardness as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust swollen tip of his excited penis. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers, and he wondered if she could feel the dampness through the material.
Her thigh continued massaging against 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.
Rick thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with sharp little bites of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. To escape for a moment that overpowering teasing sensation, the shaken young man pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Claudia and how shocked she would be if she could see him now, stretched over the almost naked body of their seductive neighbor. Her girlish innocence wouldn't believe it; she just didn't know infidelity existed.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Amy suddenly asked, as if she had been reading his thoughts.
"She's too inexperienced," he answered without wanting to get too far into the subject.
"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his ear. "Come on, let's get naked."
He realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him, and that her thighs had parted even more and were pressing impatiently on each side of his hips.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked, breathing even more deeply.
"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words exciting him all the more since they came from her throat.
"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 God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Get your clothes off before I die."
The excited Rick rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and shorts and stood over her as she lay nakedly back and waiting on the bed, his cock standing out in full erection in front of him.
She lifted her body slightly and pulled away the flimsy robe she had been wearing, leaving her completely naked. She looked up at him standing starkly nude above her, and her eyes riveted on his long hard penis proudly out in the air. For a long moment she watched its throbbing blood-filled head and then said: "It's beautiful. I want to feel it deep inside me, twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
The now panting Rick lay down on the bed beside the beautiful naked woman, dragging her over to him with his strong arms. He moved one hand down to her smooth rounded buttocks cupping their beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young body was warm and soft against his as she raised her face to him and locked her mouth to his while her hand searched ,down between their bodies, groping towards his rock-hard penis.
Rick could only gasp as her cool fingers closed around his stiffness, and he pressed his head forward to moistly return her kiss. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but one that reminded him of dark jungle glades. The now panting woman crushed the full length of her velvety body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him. Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
A lewdly grinning Bert McDowell sat on the other side of the bedroom wall, watching through a small opening he had already prepared. He held a camera in one hand from time to time he raised it to photograph the nakedly writhing pair on the bed. He knew they could not see him even though he could make out every detail of everything they did.
Damn, he thought, his wife really was fantastic in bed and he loved to watch other guys fuck her hot little cunt. It really turned him on.
In mounting excitement Amy crushed Rick to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his hard young body, eagerly exploring all of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow crevice of her hair-lined vaginal slit. She arched her body for a moment levering both her and Rick up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching down under her buttocks with both hands, she pulled her wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with her most sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her nakedly quivering body back onto the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
This new pressure against his aching cock shot pinwheels of sensation through the young husband's reeling mind. He forced his hands underneath the shoulders of the beautiful woman lying trapped beneath him and ran them down the soft curves of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her tautened muscles rippled sinuously just under her velvety skin, indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush young body. The cords in her thighs tensed against his hips, and he wondered how her legs would feel later when they wrapped around him in passion - when he had his long thick hardness planted deep up inside her hungering belly.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered, and squirmed her smooth flat belly close up against him. Her nails scratched slowly across his back leaving small red welts in their wake.
Rick pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her soft warm buttocks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked virginal plane up tighter against him. He undulated his body slowly, sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up and down her widespread slit, sensing her growing hotter and more aroused with each passing second. Amy's hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until, without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer into her.
"Oh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage impatience.
The gasping young husband started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between their merged bodies and circled around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it between the hair-lined lips of her desire- moistened cunt. Rick groaned above her as he felt her slither his cock-head up and down in the soft warm flesh up between her legs, parting her silken pussy hair with the pulsating blood-filled tip of his penis. The blonde pubic curls grazed teasingly against the tip of it, forcing it to an even greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back for another second!
Wildly aroused, Rick flicked his hips forward with a sudden powerful thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth of Amy's pussy with a flesh-splitting force.
"Ooooohh," she moaned beneath him, and he felt the warm elastic-like cuntal sheath slip wetly up over his rampant penis. His desire-swollen cock-head entered her tight little pussy, with a slight pop, as though she were a virgin being fucked for the first time, but he instinctively sensed that she could control her vaginal muscles and make it this tight every time. He knew he wasn't going to let a woman like this get away for long, and mentally vowed that this would not be the last time he fucked her hot little snatch!
His long thick cock pushed up her warmly waiting cunt to the full depths of her belly, she was almost to tight at first and caused his rigidly throbbing member to ache, but her hot clasping passage soon became moist and slippery from her cuntal secretions and he fucked in and out of her easily.
In his excitement, he rammed forward like a bull and felt his cum-filled balls slap hard against her upturned ass-cheeks. Amy screamed below him, a low animal scream of pain and ecstasy, and twisted momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. Her cry of protest only excited him more and he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins and cunt hair so there was no escape for the helplessly skewered young blonde.
The triumphant young man lay still for a moment to let the pain of his sudden thrust subside, proud that he could hurt her that way, he gained the upper hand because he knew that he had hurt her, and she could not hurt him back in return. It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make her subject to man. Rick revelled for a moment in the power he possessed over this beautiful woman, impaled nakedly beneath him, and he flexed the hot pulsing rod of his cock a little deeper, bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Damn, the guy's really fucking the shit out of her, Bert mused from his vantage point in the other room as he watched the hard fleshy cock of his young neighbor disappear to the hilt between his wife's wide-spread thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile on his lips what the guy was going to look like when he saw his own wife being fucked within an inch of her life by someone he hardly knew, namely himself... Bert McDowell. An obscene thrill rippled through him at the thought of ramming it into that Claudia's cunt. She was going to get it good.
In the bedroom the lust-inflamed Rick began fucking his thick fiery cock like a madman into the voluptuously squirming flesh beneath him. Amy strained back now, arching her hungry loins up at him in spite of the pain, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress with the strength of each of her answering upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her pussy up and down his long rigid cock in the chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as mankind. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress in wild abandon.
"Ooooohh God, it's good, it's good... ! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, make me scream when I cum!"
Rick obediently reached down between her nakedly thrashing buttocks as he continued to piston relentlessly in and out of her wetly clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice with the tip of his outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus.
Suddenly he found it!
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard shaft was fucking so mercilessly up into her. It has moistened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling it give a little and then suddenly the elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. The lewdly impaled girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first blinding pain.
"Aaaahhh, God it hurts!"
He thrust again, sinking in to the second knuckle.
"Oooohhh, yesssss, yessss!... Hurt me, hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain she felt he suddenly began screwing her frantically squirming buttocks back on his impaling finger until it was sunk in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled his finger inside, rotating it around in her warm buttery rectum. Through the thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he could feel the underside of his own cock fucking in and out of her vaginal passage and he began to match the rhythm with his extended finger, skewering her between the two as she groaned under him. His nail momentarily caught the tender flesh of her anus and she jerked, but then she recaptured the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
The excited young man could feel his pulsating cock growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping pussy until he was sure it would burst from the inexorable pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped against her naked trembling buttocks below. The pleasure was just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer; she had to cum soon. To excite her even more he rose a bit higher on her so that the top side of his long thick cock was scraping her clitoris with every stroke.
"Oh... oh... oh... " she chanted out, digging her nails into his sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched at his nakedly pumping buttocks in an attempt to pull him ever deeper into her. Her passion-wracked body twitched and writhed beneath his long smooth strokes, her face contorted with lust, mouth working, nostrils flared, soft deep moans coming from her throat. Rick could feel her warmly quivering cuntal flesh holding him in, sucking and pulling at his hot, almost bursting cock.
He rammed into her from his very toes and went the last inch of his thickness plundering into her wildly clasping pussy, pulling a fresh ecstatic groan from her lips with each new thrust, making her open her eyes to stare up at him with a lust-glazed look.
"Aaaaggghhh... wonderful, wonder... aaaaahhhh... ," she gasped and raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the bed to give him more leverage as he fucked into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly gyrating pelvis, aiming at that hot clasping chasm in the center, pistoning in with strong muscular regularity.
Despite the shortness of his own breath, the thought of being able to hold her under such a spell spurred him on. He watched her face, glorying in his power to draw different expressions of passion from it while he moved over her as if he were some kind of mechanical fucking machine responding to invisible fingers on its keyboard.
By now Rick's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire which swept through him in great hot gusts of passion and pleasure. He gasped and quivered as he fucked into the curvaceously writhing body below, revelling in the feel of her flesh, her beautiful flesh, the supple flesh of this sensuous woman.
"Oooohhh... ooohhh... hard... harder... fuck me harder!" Amy cried out, her desire seemingly insatiable. She begged and pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had become something demonic, her legs spread wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on. Rick was amazed at how hot her body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her head wildly from side to side, her mouth open in complete abandonment. She swung her thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins. The handsome and triumphant young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly convulsing vagina and let his white hot seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.
"Oh Christ... I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming... ooohhh... aaaggghhh!" he moaned. The woman groaned beneath him as she felt the warm searing flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her love-starved vagina. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her sperm hungry belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing ball of flame that made her cum again. It went on a seeming eternity, but finally he gave one last final groan and collapsed on her gasping body. With the last of his strength, Rick rolled slowly from the satiated woman beneath, his rapidly deflating penis slipping with a lewd swishing sound from her cum-soaked vagina. Side by side the two lay breathing heavily on the rumpled bed.
From the other side of the wall, a pleased and excited Bert gently stroked his own fully aroused penis. He had all the photographs he wanted, and he knew they would be good. He was as pleased with the addition they would make to his lurid collection as he was with the power they would give him over the beautiful wife of the man who had just so passionately fucked his Amy. Now, he wished to hell the guy would get out of there so he could go in and fuck her crazy even before she had a chance to get off the bed...
CHAPTER FOUR
The following morning found Claudia down by the pool earlier than usual. She enjoyed the solitude of the hour, most of her neighbors not coming down to bask in the sun until later in the day. After a brisk swim, the young wife stretched out in the warm sun to dry, making plans for the day and thinking about her husband.
He had certainly been late last night, but that was his usual recourse whenever they had a fight. He would lose himself in his work, sometimes staying at the office until nine or ten o'clock. He usually called however, but it was true she had been out shopping for his favorite meal. She had been hurt when he said he wasn't hungry after having a sandwich at the office, but he had been so kind and considerate with her, she soon got over it. Claudia had feared a resumption of the bitter battle that had started that morning, the usual battle over sex, but Rick hadn't brought the subject up and she certainly wasn't going to mention it.
Maybe he was feeling guilty last night, the young woman mused. Well, he should feel guilty Claudia thought as she absently smoothed suntan lotion on her shapely long legs. He was always wanting her to respond, and she was, really responding, until he had forced his head so lewdly down between her thighs and began to kiss her so pervertedly on her vagina. She shuddered as a weird, almost electric little tingle suddenly rippled through her loins at the lewd memory.
The beautiful young woman stretched out on her back and closed her eyes against the bright sun. She wondered... had her mother been right? Of course she realized that all the things her poor mother had said about the devil and sex had been the ravings of a madwoman, but could there be some truth in it? Could that be the reason she had to fight so hard? She remembered a little guiltily how she had begun to respond to Rick yesterday morning and the horrid, sinful thought crept into her mind that when he had put his tongue... there... it had felt good swirling wetly up into her naked pussy mouth that way! Claudia felt the chills shoot through her body as she dared for a moment to savor the forbidden memory.
She remembered the love-filled pleasure she had experienced under Rick's strong young hands before they were married. It had all seemed so innocent then, and in her mind it had all seemed to point to some ultimate fulfillment of love and trust that would take place between the two of them when they were at last married. But the terrible reality of their wedding night had put an end to all that... hadn't it?
After all, they were married. Perhaps the gulf between them was beginning to narrow, perhaps that was why it had felt so right the other morning when Rick had so gently, thoughtfully, brought her to the peak of readiness that she hadn't even known could exist... but then he had tried to make her a part of that filthy perversion! And why did she feel the little goosebumps over her body at the mere thought of it!
Maybe she was as perverse as Rick. Maybe all the years of his calling such things "normal" had finally gotten to her. Could it be that somewhere deep inside her all the desires and passions her mother had warned her about were slumbering, waiting to come out, to burst forth like floodwaters? Somehow she knew that if she ever allowed herself to let up her resistance she would be drowned in the flood of sheer sensual pleasure.
Suddenly, Claudia felt a shadow blocking the sun from her face and opened her eyes to stare directly into the large brown eyes of a massive German shepherd peering down at her. The frightened girl gasped, her heart in her throat. They stood staring at each other for a long moment before Claudia regained her composure enough to slowly move away, sitting upright in the deck lounge. She was frightened by the animal's unexpected hugeness at first, but it soon became apparent that the curious animal was friendly and Claudia reached out to pat him tentatively on the head. Looking around the pool area for his owner and seeing no one, Claudia spoke to the dog: "Where did you come from, anyway? You must be new to the apartments, well I'm Claudia... welcome!" she said laughing as the dog wagged his tail in answer and lifted up a paw to "shake hands."
Claudia flinched in the chair as the big dog suddenly rammed his nose between her legs, sniffing, and pushed his head firmly away. "Now that's a little too friendly sir... "she said to the dog. "I don't even know your name!"
"Mohammed." she heard a masculine voice say from seemingly out of nowhere.
"What...?" the embarrassed young woman said, looking around and still seeing no one. "His name's Mohammed... and mine's Bert... Bert McDowell."
Claudia looked up in the direction of the voice and was startled to see a rather thin, blond haired young man staring down at her from the upper landing overlooking the pool. Why, he has probably been there the whole time, Claudia realized, beginning to resent the fact she had been observed without her knowledge. Unconsciously, she raised her arms to tighten the halter top of her swim suit around her neck, aware that his icy blue eyes were focused directly on her deep cleavage. Without knowing why, Claudia began to feel vaguely intimidated, and even more as she saw the young man coming down the stairs to join her and the dog.
As if on cue, Mohammed jutted his nose up into her thighs once again as his master approached and Claudia punched him away, more forcefully this time.
"Aw... that's cute, he likes you," Bert said, sitting himself uninvited beside her on the deck lounge. "He usually doesn't make friends that quickly."
And it was true. There was something about this beautiful young human female that pleased the big dog. She smelled of kindness and patience... she smelled a lot like Amy to Mohammed, and he was very happy his master had ordered him down to meet her.
Claudia took a strong and immediate disliking to the strange young man. Aside from his arrogance, there was an arrogance to his mouth and a coldness in his eyes that Claudia found disconcerting.
"It's very nice to meet you." she said coldly as she began to gather her things, anxious to get inside her apartment and away from the rude stranger.
Bert continued to stare at her for another moment and then wet his lips to speak.
"Well, Mohammed and I thought it might be nice to visit with you for a while, you know, get acquainted with our new neighbors. Why don't you just sit back down for awhile, Claudia."
The young wife detected a menacing tone to his voice, and how did he know her name? He had been watching her from the balcony after all! She didn't know what to do, even though she did not like the man, he had not actually done anything and she didn't want to seem nasty for no good reason.
Claudia glanced back towards the dog. He hadn't moved an inch and she couldn't help but compare his eyes with those of his master. There was something frightening about those large canine eyes, but it was a free animal wildness instead of the cold cruelty of Bert McDowell.
"I really would like to visit, Mr. McDowell, but I have an appointment this morning and I really must rush." she said trying to sound casual and avoiding his eyes, which she felt boring through her bathing suit.
"That's too bad," Bert drawled. "I was hoping we could get to know each other the way Amy, my wife, and Rick, your husband, maybe make if a foursome... Do you play bridge?" he added sarcastically.
"I asked if you played bridge... " Bert replied, enjoying the effect his words were having on the confused girl.
"No... uh... I meant... what were you saying about my... about Rick and... her voice trailed off in confusion.
"Amy," he provided. "My wife... You haven't met? I assumed that you had. The way Amy speaks so fondly of your husband I just naturally assumed... well, that's the reason Mohammed and I were so anxious to get to know you a little better."
Claudia flushed a little. She had noticed a beautiful blonde haired girl parked at the entrance to the parking lot in a yellow Camaro... could that be Any? It was embarrassing being told by a stranger that your own husband was good friends with his wife, especially if you'd never even heard of the girl. More than that, she didn't like the idea of the man's intimations. Was he trying to infer that there was something going on between Rick and his wife, what was her name? Amy? But that was too ridiculous! He was probably just one of those jealous husbands that assumed the worst whenever he saw his wife speaking to another man. Still, if the beautiful blonde she saw in the parking lot was this... Amy, she had better check. That girl certainly looked like the type who probably gave her husband reason to make such wicked accusations.
"Well, I guess my husband is a better neighbor than I am," she said affably. "Have they known each other long?"
"Not too long, we just moved here a few days ago, but he certainly made a strong impression on Amy. She hasn't stopped stalking about him since last night."
"What!" Claudia gasped, unable to keep the shock out of her voice. Had Rick been with that woman last night? Was that why he was so late? And could that be the reason for his acting so guilty? The distressed young wife thought she might faint, her head was reeling and she felt for a moment she might be sick. It took all her strength, but she stood frozen, desperately trying to regain control.
Bert McDowell was reveling in perverse pleasure. It amused him to play the simple minded husband and innocently betray to this girl her husband's indiscretions. Before long he would give her the chance to more than make up for what she missed last night, if that was what was bothering her. Bert could almost see her naked before him already.
"Well, Bert," Claudia finally managed, "I'm sure Amy is a lovely person. I'm looking forward to meeting her."
"Oh yes, I'm sure you'll both like each other. That's why I was hoping that you and I could get acquainted, since our mates are in so tight... so to speak."
It was all coming too fast for Claudia. Was this brash young man actually getting fresh with her, or was she imagining it? He seemed rather simple and innocuous; it must be her mind, over-reacting to the shock of hearing about Rick and this Amy.
But how silly! She was jumping to conclusions . . v ready to accuse her own husband on the word of this stranger, who seemed rather odd at best. There probably was a very reasonable explanation for all of this, and there was no reason to act like a woman scorned with all the dramatics until she had at least had the chance to hear her husband's explanation. One thing was certain though... she would get to the bottom of this thing the minute Rick got home!
"I'm sure we will have a chance to get to know one another, Bert," Claudia said rather coldly, "But right now I really do have to go back to my apartment." she stated firmly and turned toward her apartment.
A bolt of anger shot through Bert. He wasn't used to being put off by women, and this little bitch had surprised him, but he wasn't finished yet.
"Yeah, I guess you have a lot of entertaining to do, what with your husband an up and coming young insurance exec, right? I mean, maybe you have the boss over for dinner and things like that, which I'm sure you just love... " Bert had overheard every word of the conversation between his wife and Rick.
Claudia stopped in her tracks. This was insane! Rick had mentioned something about having the Howard's to dinner some night, but how would this man know about it? Unless Rick had mentioned it to his wife... why would he talk about his work to that woman? That sort of thing was certainly none of her concern, not if they had just met. What was going on? Claudia was becoming more and more confused and full of ugly doubts about her husband.
"You know Claudia, I have something that just might be of interest to your husband's boss. You might want to show him and his wife some night after dinner, for a little entertainment to lighten things up."
"I doubt that you have anything that could possibly be of interest to Mr. Howard... or to me." she replied, angry now and not bothering to hide it. The man was insufferable!
"Then I'll just have to show what I have to Mr. Howard myself. Which I intended to do anyway, but I thought I might give you the courtesy of a sneak preview... since your whole life will probably change after your husband loses his job." Bert spoke casually, as though he were discussing the weather, and turned toward the stairs leading to his apartment.
"Oh alright!" Claudia almost screamed in anger and confusion. "What do you have that's so important!"
Bert pretended to be hurt. "Well I'm not going to show you now. Not after the way you talked to me. I thought maybe we could have a drink or something, at your place... but," Claudia was near panic. It all seemed like a surreal nightmare... Rick and Amy... Mr. Howard... Rick's job... none of it seemed connected, and yet it all seemed vitally important. Her mind was spinning. It would kill Rick if anything happened to his job, and it wouldn't make her any too happy either. She was looking forward to moving out of the apartment, perhaps buying a house. She doubted if the horrid man taunting her had anything of merit in his pocket, but what if he did? She had to know!
She forced a more pleasant tone to her voice with much effort and invited Bert to the apartment. Normally she would never let a man like him inside, but it was the only way. She glanced down at the dog whose presence she found somehow reassuring, and led the two of them up the stairs and inside the door to her living room. Bert had pretended to resist, making her coax him, so once inside Claudia closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now will you show me what you have that's important enough to affect my husband's job?" she said impatiently, anxious to know and yet somehow afraid.
"What about our drink, Claudia? I think after you see these you'll need one anyway, so might as well be sociable, don't you think?" Bert knew he had the upper hand and was basking in his position.
Claudia sighed again and went to the kitchen to pour two bourbons, fighting an urge to put insect poison in his drink. She returned with two tall glasses and Bert made himself comfortable on the couch where he would have a good view of the girl's face when he showed her the photographs. He pulled an envelope from the pocket of his jacket and, smiling broadly, handed the photographs to Claudia.
With trembling hands the young wife impatiently tore open the envelope and pulled out the sixteen glossy color prints. Her face blanched and her knees turned to jelly as she sank moaning down onto the couch. She was speechless. There before her were photographs of her own husband lost in the throes of passion and locked in lewd embrace with the beautiful blonde she had seen in the parking lot.
In a flash all the obscene illustrations her demented mother had forced her to look at when she was a child came vividly back in review. Bert was not a man of many talents, but his erotic photography was second to none; he'd had a great deal of practice, and this particular collection of color prints was a masterpiece of lewd and precise detail.
Claudia was gasping for breath as she looked at the photographs, one by one. Her eyes were fixed with hypnotic intensity on a particular photograph that showed her beloved husband's swollen penis disappearing deep up inside the wetly glistening vagina of the blonde she had seen just yesterday.
"They're... they're... horrible!" the shocked young wife was almost in tears. "How did you... ? Did they know?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Of course they didn't, silly girl." Bert said, looking over her shoulder. "Do you think Mr. Howard will like them?"
Claudia felt a dreadful aching in her heart and her head was spinning form the unbelievable revelations of the past few moments. Looking again down at the obscene photographs of her husband wrapped in the arms of the woman in lewd sexual embrace, Claudia knew it was her fault. It was all her fault! She had driven her husband to the arms of another woman, to infidelity, all because of her stupid stubborn pride! If she had only been more understanding of his sexual needs! He had given up on her, just like he said! And the worst part was that they would be ruined, devastated, right at the time they were so close to having all the things they had wanted. Oh, he couldn't, Bert just couldn't show his filthy photographs to Mr. Howard! But what could she do to stop him? How could she save her husband the humiliation of losing his job?
"Oh please Bert, please!" she pleaded. "Why would you want to ruin my husband? What pleasure could you find in ruining a life!"
"You see the pleasure he took with my wife!" Bert said in false anger. "How do you think that makes me feel!"
"You?" Claudia replied incredulously. "What about me, for God's sake! And from the looks of it, your precious wife wasn't exactly fighting him off either!" Claudia was beside herself with rage and fear. Suddenly she ripped the photographs into tiny shreds and threw them in his face, knowing of course he had the negatives, but somehow gaining some release from the gesture. Sobbing now, the beautiful woman let her body sink defeatedly onto the couch again. She looked up at her tormentor through her tears. "Would you sell them? I have $500 dollars saved and I know we could get a loan at the bank... anything you say, but please, please let me have the negatives."
Bert laughed cruelly. "I'm glad to see you appreciate my work Claudia. But no." Bert pulled at his chin and pretended to think. "No, I couldn't do that. It just doesn't seem ethical to me somehow... smirks of blackmail, you know what I mean? Ugly, ugly business, I couldn't be a part of something like that."
"Your cunt baby." was his simple reply.
Claudia looked at him in alarm. Oh God, not that! Why did he have to torment her so? If that was what he wanted why didn't he just come in and rape her and get it done with? He must be some kind of sadist, he must be sick... really sick!
"You see, Claudia," Bert continued, "The way I figure it, since your husband and my wife are such good friends, maybe if you and I got to be close friends too I could in good conscious present my photos to you as a gift, a token of our friendship. I might even be able to take some more, of us together perhaps, or maybe the four of us... oh, the possibilities are infinite! Of course," he continued, leering at the anguished girl, "If you wanted to offer some small token of your appreciation, we could accept that too... being in financial straights at the present."
Slowly, the pieces began to fall together in Claudia's befuddled brain. "We." He had said "... we could accept." She must be in on it with him! That horrible girl and her husband were together! She had seduced Rick as part of a lurid plan to involve the two of them in some kind of strange perverted sex. This was no ordinary blackmail, not at all, they had been tricked!
Claudia decided to try a bluff. "Get out." she said firmly. "Take your filthy pictures and get out. I don't believe you would bother to take them to Mr. Howard, what would it get you? Just leave!" she demanded.
Bert was again taken aback by the young woman's reaction. He had absolutely no tolerance for a woman's backtalk, and the rage shot through him like lightening, making him forget his collected pose and manner.
"Listen you prissy cunt!" he bellowed, "I came over here to fuck you and that's what I'm going to do. As for these photographs, I'll decide what I intend to do with them later. It might all just depend on how well you suck cock, baby. And that snooty little pussy of yours better be tight and sweet, because if I don't think its worth the effort, I might not even let you have the chance to earn those negatives. Now, have you got the idea?"
Never in her life had Claudia been spoken to like that. She sat staring up at him mutely, her mouth ajar, her eyes wide, hardly daring to breathe. She nodded meekly.
"Answer me, bitch!" he snarled.
"Yes... yes, I understand." she said, her voice trembling.
Bert smiled in triumph and said in a somewhat softer tone: "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Now, why don't you move your pretty little ass to the bedroom."
Defeated, Claudia walked quickly to the bedroom not wanting to give herself too much time to think. A deep feeling of sacrilege came over her as she looked down on the bed she shared with her husband, and the tears began to stream from her eyes. She heard the door close behind her and turned to see that she was locked inside with the crazy man and his dog.
"Does he have to... to watch?" she managed to ask, indicating the huge German Shepherd.
"Of course," Bert replied. "He would feel left out otherwise. Anyway, what's this weird thing you have about watching... you should try it sometime. Maybe you can watch the next time old Rick and Amy go after it."
Was there no end to his cruelty? the young wife wondered. This had to be the ultimate humiliation. She had to remind herself that she owed it to Rick to try to protect his future in any way she could. And perhaps this sacrifice would be the only way to atone for her past behaviour in denying her husband his conjugal rights. Drawing a deep breath, she turned to face the frightening young man.
"Okay, let's get to it," Bert said in a harsh voice. "Take off those clothes and lets see those tits move!" With that Bert began to remove his own pants while he kicked off his shoes.
Claudia pressed herself tightly back against the wall as she watched him stripping his clothes from his body. It was really happening... there was no way out... she was going to be taken by this... this animal! She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the horror, but was afraid that he would pounce on her before she knew it. In only seconds Bert was standing before her naked, his thick hard cock already standing out from his belly, like some live animal. He turned to face her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Nice, huh Claudia?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. Claudia could see the sadistic gleam in his cold blue eyes and felt a mouse trapped in a vise.
"Is your husband, Rick's, cock this nice? Bet you wish he had something like this to cram up your little pussy!" he said, continuing his tormenting of the horrified woman, gleefully watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her beautiful face. Claudia was completely frozen against the wall as she watched the lewd young man still stroking himself before her. Against her volition, her eyes dropped to the flesh shaft he held in his hand.
How could such a slightly built man have such a raging thick penis! She found herself wondering, in spite of her fear.
Bert stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the size of his fully erect penis was bringing to her eyes. He began to move slowly toward her, his big throbbing penis aimed at her like an advancing spear.
"Oh God... oh please... please!" Claudia moaned, knowing that her pleas fell on deaf ears and that there was no chance for escape, yet something in her helpless body still cried out against it.
"Are you going to take your clothes off, or do you want me to do it for you?"
Claudia stood motionless, paralyzed with fear. These was nothing she could do against his male strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do with as he wished.
He reached out and with a quick jerk drew her quaking body suddenly against him, cupping her beautiful young face in his palms. With an evil triumphant leer he pressed his wet lips down over hers and thrust his tongue into the depths of her mouth. The horrified young woman stood limply in front of him, feeling his hard naked penis digging into her quivering stomach. At last a faint thought of trying to tear herself away from this brute flickered feebly through her mind but quickly faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"Come on, Claudia," he breathed into her mouth. "You know as well as I do that you're dying for your hot little cunt to get fucked by it."
The trapped young woman was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around to the snap at the back of her halter. With one quick jerk he opened it and Claudia felt the rush of cool air against her suddenly naked skin with a gasp. She heard her tormentor mutter a loud sigh of appreciation as the halter fell to the floor and her full white breasts burst free. Bert dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band of the bottom part of her bathing suit and pulled it slowly down over her softly rounded buttocks before letting it fall in a useless heap to the floor.
Now there was nothing left. She stood nakedly defenseless before him while he kneeled panting in front of her. The young wife swayed dangerously, overcome with shock and shame as she felt his wetly heated lips pressing tightly into the sensitive flesh of her belly just above her softly curling pubic hairs.
The sudden wet contact of his tongue teasing wetly into her navel sent a weird little unexpected chill racing the length of her spine, and she automatically reached forward, locking her hands in his hair to keep from falling. Bert mistook this for a sign of sexual surrender and dropped his lips to her lower abdomen, spreading her soft pussy hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into her moistly flowering vaginal slit.
Claudia jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with her tiny budding clitoris, and losing her balance, fell back towards the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Bert leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her there, legs spread wide apart, eyes open in abject terror. She struggled to close her legs, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. Looking down through the deep cleft between her high upstanding breasts the young wife could see him hunched on all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her like a beast of prey about to pounce on some fear-stricken victim. Her naked vaginal flesh was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. As the terrified girl lay frozen to the mattress. Her humiliation complete, she watched Bert's tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place. Oh God! This was a thousand times worse than when Rick had tried to lick her there. She silently screamed, wanting to escape, but fear held her frozen flat on her back, her nakedly trembling legs spread wide.
Again he placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her fearfully cringing cunt. Then with a slow torturing outwards movement he drew the thin pink lips slowly apart exposing the moistly quivering slit to his merciless gaze. He looked at it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan dropped his head and buried his long slippery tongue full length into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
The horrified young wife jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest while her buttocks ground down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape this maddening assault on her helplessly exposed cunt.
"Oh God! Ooooooohhh!" She whimpered under his depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress watching this nightmare in horrified disbelief as his head began rocking up and down in greedy feast between her widespread legs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation. Claudia's head fell back on the mattress and flailed helplessly from side to side as his tongue began lewdly fucking in and out of her involuntarily dilating vaginal lips, Bert's hands groped up over her flat little belly and dug harshly into the soft warmth of breasts, his fingers rolling the involuntarily hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like over her wide-spread cunt, his eyes remained wide open, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the whitely quivering mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of her body's total surrender to his tongue and lips.
Claudia lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her helplessly trapped body to. There was nothing she could do and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking sounds Bert was making as he licked and sucked her wetly pulsating vagina. Oh God, how could she ever face her husband again after allowing her body to be used by this cruel inhuman stranger hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was shaming her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he wanted to force on her without so much as a scream in protest. And no matter how unfair it was, it was inexcusable when a woman was unfaithful to her husband, whatever the circumstances. She was shamed, ruined. Oh God, why did Rick have to make love to his wife? Why did he have to deceive his own wife and leave her at the mercy of this lust crazed beast? Claudia had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
Bert kept his eyes locked on his victim's beautiful face as he continued his torturing tongue-thrusts deep up into her warmly quivering cunt. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The poor little bitch, this would teach her what that lovely body is for, giving an extra hard thrust with his tongue. He'd show her. Before the day was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more.
Chuckling softly to himself the man brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees. He lifted her legs and pushed them under the backs of her knees. He lifted her legs and pushed them up over her voluptuous young body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed her whole vaginal plane to his lustful gaze. This would get her, he thought, grinning as he flicked the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered anus, nestled just below the gaping mouth of her hair-lined cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a long low moan of humiliated anguish from Claudia's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the electric sensation that went racing out of control through her sensually awakening body.
"Oooooooh, God, don't, please don't," she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue licking without mercy at helplessly puckering little anal ridge. Bert's only answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab of his tongue-tip up into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaggh", Claudia groaned again as small goosebumps of erotic pleasure rippled across her heaving belly and softly quivering breasts. To her growing horror she began to realize that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the obscene things Bert was doing to her, tiny wisps of forbidden delight were starting to ripple deep down in her belly. Oh God, she thought in despair, that would be the ultimate humiliation, to have her body respond to this monster's obscene licking. She would never let that happen, she vowed; and gritting her teeth with determination, she rigidly suppressed every bit of sensation inside her plundered body.
Bert looked up in surprise as he felt her go cold and dead on him. What the hell had happened? He knew damn well she had been on the verge of surrendering completely to his unwanted stimulation. One look at her set determined face was enough to give him his answer. He would get no response from her now even if he cut her up into pieces!
A blinding flash of rage went through the thwarted ravager's cruel mind. It would just not be the same if she lay there stoically enduring all he did to her. The victory would be hers, not his. He almost reached out to hit the cold young housewife, but then an idea came to him.
"Mohammed", he called sharply as he turned back towards his giant companion.
The big dog alertly responded. Earlier, he had obediently gone to one corner of the room to lie down, knowing his master seldom liked to be disturbed at times like this. All the same, it had upset the handsome animal as he watched his master strip the clothes from the beautiful woman who had smelled so nice out by the pool.
Having mounted many women by now, Mohammed no longer had any desire for females of his own species. There was something infinitely more exciting about the smooth white human bodies that filled him with an overpowering animal lust whenever he saw them naked before him. Nevertheless, the dog had forced himself to lie quietly while his master dropped down on his knees, his head plunging towards that warmly scented hole up between his new friend's full white thighs. The dog was a little confused by the conflicting odors of fear . and sex in the room, but he had experienced that before.
Mohammed leaped to his feet when his master called, not sure what the man wanted, his ears pointing forward expectantly his muscles bunched tightly waiting for a command.
"Get over here," Bert growled, "and lick this cunt right out of her mind," Bert's fingers spread open Claudia's wetly throbbing pussy- lips for the dog to see and moved out of the way so the big animal could crowd in between the determined girl's now rigid thighs.
Claudia lay stiffly still, staring fixedly at the ceiling, aware that Bert had stopped mouthing her genitals but determined to pay no attention to anything he might do. Suddenly a wetly burning sensation of unbelievable proportions burst at the lips of the girl's vagina and sent a bolt of wild pleasure careening insanely over her shuddering nerve-paths. Her back arched automatically and a low gurgling moan came from her lips. Then it happened again, even more overpowering this time, causing her muscles to spasm uncontrollably.
Claudia looked up in awe, searching for the source of this incredible stimulation that was tearing her body from her and saw to her horror Mohammed's long wet tongue shoot out for a third time and bury its burning wetness far up inside the sensitive folds of her wildly fluttering pussy. The dog licked on and on, his huge tongue parting the soft pink vaginal flesh as if it were soft melted butter, digging deep, deep into the fearfully cowering young wife's most intimate recesses.
Claudia sobbed helplessly before this unnatural attack, and suddenly, in spite of all her determination she felt her sensually awakening body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked involuntarily towards that beautifully licking tongue which was sending helpless waves of delicious sensation coursing over her raw nerves.
"Oh no... no... I can't, I can't!" She cried as 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, not only of this perverted act being forced on her, but the even more frightening and shameful realization that her traitorous young body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the flashing sparks of sensation between her legs that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle and she knew it as the big dog continued to lick ceaselessly at her naked cuntal flesh.
And then... after a long moment of desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind - the dam burst!
The young beauty's shamelessly aroused body jerked once and then began a slow abandoned grinding movement up against the hotly thrusting tongue. Her hands reached up automatically to seize the great German Shepherd by the ears and pull his long slippery tongue deeper into her quivering widespread cunt. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure racing through her flesh like tiny lances of an unbelievably beautiful fire.
Bert stood by the bed lewdly stroking his thick pulsating penis as he grinned down at the moaning young woman's surrender to the dog's obscene licking of her tight little pussy. He watched in delight as Mohammed's relentless tongue sliced through the soft blonde pubic hair, moist now from the obscene mixture of vaginal secretions and canine saliva. Claudia's hips ground up into the animals face above her in a mindless hypnotic rhythm of lust. She was lost now, Bert gloated while he excitedly watched the wantonness twist her lovely face. He knew it would not be long before he had his own cock in that tight little cunt, before she would be screaming for it, begging for more. Bert couldn't help but smile as he watched his dog lapping the beautiful girl into whimpering submission. He'd seen it happen over and over and he had to give it to Mohammed... he sure had a way with the ladies!
CHAPTER FIVE
As Mohammed's wetly digging tongue continued to slice relentlessly through her heated cuntal flesh, each thrust brought a deep low moan from the girl on the bed above him. Claudia thought it would never end, that this sensual heaven would go on forever. Each hot burning swipe of that merciless tongue seemed in itself to last an eternity, making Claudia aware of every fraction of an inch that it slid over her convulsing flesh. She could feel it start far down at her anus, then thrust deeply into the dripping hot vaginal slit on its way up before digging maddeningly over the tiny sensitive bud of her palpitating clitoris. To the passionately moaning young woman it felt as if each touch of that wonderful animal tongue was charged with some unholy electricity that was almost more than her newly awakened nerves could bear.
Claudia could sense that she was nearing orgasm. She had to be. There had to be eventual release from these impossibly demanding sensations that Mohammed was licking into her helpless loins. Yes! Yes! It was going to happen, she was going to cum soon... she could feel the fragile bubble growing deep up inside her spasming belly... just a few more swipes from that beautiful scorching tongue!
But suddenly, it stopped! Claudia looked up in shock as she became aware that the delicious licking of her nakedly grinding cunt had stopped, to see Mohammed being reluctantly pulled away by the collar. Bert was cursing the dog, demanding that he abandon her frantically quivering pussy.
"Move, you son of a bitch!" he snarled. Claudia could now see the animal's huge scarlet penis protruding in expectation from the hairy sheath below his belly, and a sharp tremor of fear swept over her. Oh God, she needed it, something, anything quench this burning fire up inside her love-hungry vagina. She twisted helplessly in passionate longing on the mattress, moaning-fighting the insane urge to dig her fingers deep into her own hungering vaginal flesh.
"Oh, why? Why did you make him leave? Please, please let him finish... I was so close, so close!" she begged in delirium.
"Don't you worry, my lady," Bert leered. "I have just what you've been waiting for!"
"Oh God, hurry... Hurry!" Claudia pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, aware only of this new need, this new craving that had invaded her body and made her a stranger to herself. She pressed her thighs tightly together to try to confine the fire that burned within, but the pressure against her passionately swollen cuntal lips only made her groan in increased frustration. Mohammed made a final lunge towards Claudia, his own passion further ignited by the pleading tone of her words.
"I told you to get over there, goddamn it!" Bert roared and gave the animal a sharp kick. Mohammed howled in disbelief and pain, for an instant filled with fierce rage, baring his teeth and snarling angrily at his master who was tearing him from the pleading female writhing nakedly on the bed. But his training proved stronger and, after a moment's hesitation, the big dog slunk back over to the corner and lay- down. In an effort to still his rage he put his massive head meekly on his paws, but a terrible bitterness was growing inside him, a bitterness strange to the loyal animal.
Bert turned towards Claudia, his eyes blazing. Despite her need, the wildly excited young woman closed her eyes for a moment to shut out the humiliation of lying naked and defenseless under his cold cruel gaze. It would have been far better with the dog, she thought.
"Okay, baby, now I'm gonna fuck you," Bert breathed hoarsely and moved toward her. Claudia lay still, her thighs still open wide, her own breath rasping painfully in her throat. Once more her eyes fixed on that huge pole of flesh jutting from her neighbor's belly, and her stomach quivered and heaved as though it were already sunk deep inside her. She lay hypnotized as that huge pulsating organ approached closer and closer, paralyzed like a bird frozen with fear before the slithering attack of a snake.
Bert bent down over her nakedly trembling young body and fastened his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. The weeping blonde groaned and attempted to twist away from that sudden sharp torture, but his hands held her tight, playing over her soft thighs and hips. As his lips roamed wetly over the whitely palpitating mounds, a blissful twitch descended feather-like to her loins below and the half-smothered girl once again felt her treacherous buttocks begin a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"I got a hot one on my hands," Bert chortled as his lips slithered over the most sensitive parts of her body, his eyes hard with a strange mixture of greed and desire. "I'm gonna fuck you like you never been fucked before. You're gonna twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. You're gonna beg and scream for it."
Claudia froze under the prodding of his obscene words, their very lewdness strangely exciting her. But still she struggled within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation.
"Open up, honey, I'm comin' in,". Bert leered in triumph over her, and knowing she had no other choice, quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, the helpless young wife spread her thighs obediently. Bert levered up over her, his arms still, his hands on her shoulders. Then reaching down with one hand, he guided his eagerly throbbing cock forward with his fingers and used the thick rubbery head to part her soft, hair-lined vaginal lips. The terrified girl turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt his throbbing cock-head make contact against the sensitive outer flesh of her pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, not daring to breathe, lying still in utter subjugation before him. It was out of her hands now, no more decisions to make. Whatever would happen would happen.
"Oooooh," she breathed as she felt his harsh pressure nudging against her tightly elastic vaginal opening.
He pushed.
"Aaaagh," she moaned as the lust-swollen tip slipped through, cruelly stretching her vagina until Claudia felt as though her thighs would split apart from the relentless pressure. With that sharp searing pain all the accumulated passion fled from her system, and now she only wanted to escape the horrible impalement that lay ahead.
"Oh, God no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" Claudia was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice. Wide-eyed with fear she saw Bert grin sadistically above her. Oh God, he was killing her and enjoying it! He was enjoying watching her suffer as she writhed beneath the slow relentless penetration of her almost virginal vagina! Suddenly the grin on his face faded to be replaced by a look of sheer raw lust. Christ, the man thought to himself, he couldn't stand it any more. The sight of this panting moaning young wife spread-eagled beneath him with his massive cock-head disappearing into her pussy-hair was driving him almost insane.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
And with that he fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts back against her chest. In the same movement he thrust his hips forward and his long thick cock tore into her tight little cunt like a raging freight train, pushing her moistly heated vaginal flesh before it in rippling waves, sliding in with one smooth rush until with a loud smack his sperm-laden balls smacked into her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.
"Oh God, Oh God!" the tortured girl cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life, and his hotly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. He had fucked into her without mercy or concern for pain and now his long impaling rod of male flesh lay sunk deep in her pain-wracked belly, filling it to the bursting point. There wasn't one tiny fleshy ridge on that fiery shaft that she could not feel as it pressed tightly into her, enclosed in her moist warm cuntal sheath like a sword that had been sliced cruelly into it's helpless victim's belly. Claudia lay still, afraid to move because of the pain it might bring, aware that Bert was hovering motionless above her. Neither made a sound for a long moment until suddenly the fearfully tensed girl felt a throb deep up inside as Bert flexed his lust-thickened penis, jerking it another inch up into her burning vagina.
"Uhhhhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting with this new pain.
"Aaaaaaggghhh," she groaned deeply, the cords in her neck standing out starkly.
"Like it?" Bert grinned down in lewd delight at the tormented expression on her face. There was no answer.
"Like it, I said?" he snarled more menacingly this time, flexing again.
"Ooooohh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed contemptuously above her.
"W-what?" was all the anguished girl could manage.
"Beg me!" he said with greater arrogance.
"Beg you for what?" Claudia asked pitifully in terrified confusion.
"Beg me to fuck you, now!" and he throbbed his hardened thickness deep up inside her belly once again.
"Ooooh, God, no, don't, I can't, I can't!" Claudia fought with all her courage to escape this ultimate humiliation, knowing it would be the final surrender, and she would never be able to escape the terrible memory of it. Her pride was the only thing she had left and she must never let it go. This vile man had taken everything else, including her fidelity to her husband. Yes, everything else was gone, gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too, she just couldn't. But he flexed deeper in her, digging his fingers painfully into her shoulders at the same time.
"Do it, bitch," he commanded, "Beg!" She cringed before the savage fire burning in his eyes.
"Oh God," she sobbed helplessly, her resistance broken by her pain and helplessness. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say 'fuck me'," he demanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were now complete; She had let herself lose control over all she knew was right, and she wished she were dead. Never again would she know the innocence that had still been hers only this morning. She was an adultress now, she was lost! The bitter words bored into her mind - Adultress, adultress!
There was no hope, nothing mattered but that huge fleshy shaft buried deep up inside her adulterous vagina. Well if that's the way it had to be she would accept it, surrender herself to it and let it bring her from the pleasures she had denied herself all her life. Just like the animal she now was!
Bert sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance and self-respect left in his victim's soul. Clamping his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth he began a slow little fucking motion up between her widespread thighs. He could feel her tight narrow pussy passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke, and he knew it shouldn't take long now to turn this innocent young woman into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire. He had sensed this by the way she had responded to Mohammed's tongue. This little bitch might think she was a sweet conservative wife, faithful to her husband, but underneath all that sexual conservatism Bert had detected a latent hot streak that had just never been turned on before. Well, he'd turn it on today and he could think of nothing better than to have a sexy little neighbor like this so that he could get over and grab a piece whenever he got the urge.
Claudia's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins, the battle had already been lost, and even the humiliating thought of her total surrender to his heavily skewering cock sent perverse chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Bert's long thick cock fucking wetly up into her now hotly flowering cuntal flesh. Her whole body nakedly twitched and writhed beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with sudden abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance spilled from her in torrents as her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
Bert slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the naked globes of her sensuously moving buttocks, digging his fingers harshly into the soft warm flesh. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the sight of her by the pool as well as the thoughts he had had of holding her like this, and the realization that her beautiful little ass-cheeks were now his to do with as he wished drove him to greater frenzy. Her pumping young buttocks were flexing and unflexing, jerking under his fingers as he pressed cruelly into them. With a groan the man pulled the moaning young wife harder up into his loins and felt her thighs open a little more in response, her moist cunt flaring open wider still to receive his pistoning cock deeper and deeper up inside her belly.
The cock-impaled young housewife realized the pain was gone now, and her legs on either side of the madly impaling shaft were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. She kept her eyes closed and worked her wet tongue feverishly up into his mouth, all the while mewling out soft pleading sounds of velvety pleasure. In her neck and thighs the tendons stood out hard and tense as she writhed in complete wantonness beneath her tormentor, nothing in her mind but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this stranger who was fucking her against her will... and now she wanted to give back to him the same pleasure he was giving her.
Slaving above her, Bert moved suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his rigidly pulsating cock almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the outstroke. Then he began thrusting forward into her eagerly uplifted buttocks until he could feel his balls slap harshly against her unprotected anus. To cause the young wife further humiliation, he slid his hand down over her frantically pumping buttocks, searching for her tiny puckered anus cradled so invitingly below. He found its muscular warmth and could feel the puckering little anal mouth working rhythmically with the movements of her buttocks as they ground hotly up against his loins. With a quick jab of his outstretched middle-finger he pushed in hard, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield before his attack.
"Ooooh," the surprised girl gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest. Bert thrust harder, taking pleasure in her sounds of pain.
"Oooohhh!" She groaned louder this time at the further outrage against her defenseless rectum, but there was no respite. Bert worked his finger around inside, stretching her hot spongy flesh wider and wider as he ground into her. He inserted another finger and felt the last resistance give way as he rammed his extended fingers into the soft warm depths, listening with delight as the twisting girl's sharp cries of pain slowed into gentle whimpers. Gradually she began to moan with pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
Bert smiled triumphantly into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt the now delirious young wife begin tentatively screwing her buttocks back onto his fingers while he probed around inside her tightly clinging rectal walls. She was now hopelessly impaled between his massive throbbing cock in her vagina and the two fingers shoved tightly into her rectum. Mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in utter abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
The now heavily sweating man slid his other hand up from her rhythmically pumping buttocks to the point where his lust-thickened cock was fucking wetly in and out of her tight young pussy to feel the soft hair-lined folds of flesh clinging to his pistoning hardness. He fondled and played with her moistly quivering pussy-lips without slowing his jackhammer strokes, while he brought wilder moans of abandoned sensation from her passion-twisted lips. He was almost going out of his mind now at the feel of her widening vaginal passage flowering open wider and wider in greedy desire as her hot little cunt tried to swallow the whole of his long thick hardness.
Bert quickened his thrusts while the girl's sex-maddened body undulated wildly beneath him, making each new stroke hot and pulsating and deep. She was getting ready to cum, there was no doubt about it as her legs jerked up on either side of him, her back beginning to arch. Then, with a loud wet popping sound he slipped his fingers from her rectum and put his hands behind her knees, forcing them up and over so that her kneecaps were pressed tightly down into the mattress on either side of her head, rolling her into a helpless ball of primordial lust. Her wide-stretched young pussy was completely open to him now as his pile-driving cock fucked deeply up into her hot fleshy cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh," the wild eyed wife chanted rhythmically beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of completely abandoned passion. Muttering obscenities, the laboring Bert quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, boring far up into her secret hidden recesses, searching out the most secret corners of her womb. Her large fleshy breasts below heaved and quivered and their tiny hardened nipples seemed so elongated now they looked as if they were about to pop from her flesh.
Suddenly the nakedly moaning young woman shivered under him! He looked down and saw her glazed eyes in a blind, frightened, half-comprehending stare.
"Oh God," she shrieked, "Oh God! I'm cumming... cumming... Aaaaahhh!"
And then he felt her wildly twitching cunt flare wide and a warm wet flood gush out around his heavily pistoning cock. Bert fucked her faster, digging deep, deep up inside her rippling belly, wanting her to remember this all her life. Bucking madly, the wailing girl, mouth opened wide, jerked up towards him several times, her lust-driven cuntal lips nibbling and sucking at his thick pistoning penis as if she were trying to milk him dry. This added stimulation drove him to new heights of passion, and he made one last desperate thrust into the mass of convulsing pussy flesh beneath him. Suddenly he felt an explosion deep in his drum-tight balls as a burning stream of molten sperm shot madly up the full length of his wildly jerking cock, jetting far up into her wetly quivering cuntal passage. Their combined juices mingled lewdly for a moment far up inside her womb and then gushed out white and thick around the base of his still heavily ejaculating penis.
Claudia shuddered one last time, lost in the joy of her first orgasm, feeling as if she had been rocketed to some fabulous new universe, all shooting stars and fiery suns. She hung in this magic land for a moment and then went suddenly limp, her legs splaying obscenely out on either side of Bert's still pumping form, the ecstatic young housewife's naked body was beaten and bruised as it had never been before, but she felt whole, complete, a whole woman at last. She lay for a long moment in her private world, until she realized who it was that had created this paradise. He was a stranger! The cruel and brutal stranger!
With a sickening wrench she looked at the man laying on top of her, his thick penis still buried deep up inside her palpitating vagina. A feeling of nausea came over her as she realized what a disgusting picture she must make with her legs obscenely spread and her breasts smashed flat by his weight that lay upon her like a smothering rock. She had been fucked and fucked good, just as he had said she would be, but right now all she wanted was to be left alone with her thoughts to try to find some way to work out with her reawakening conscience.
"Will you please leave now... I think you're finished." she stated coldly. "And will you also please give me the negatives before you go."
"Well alright, I'll go, but you certainly don't seem very grateful... I don't think I want to give you the negatives just yet, but because you were so cooperative I won't take them to your husband's boss... how's that?" Bert said in a mocking tone. He rolled heavily from her aching body, his limp depleted cock slithering wetly with an obscene, moist little sucking noise from her forever stretched cunt. The humiliated young woman lay silently, not even attempting to cover her nakedness as her ravisher slowly pulled his clothes back on. Finally, he was ready and turned to his dog. "Let's go Mohammed... we know when we're not welcome."
Claudia stared in unbelieving horror as he walked out the door, giving her a lewd wink before he left with his idiot grin. Had it all been for nothing? Would he continue to torment her with those photographs forever? Claudia threw herself onto her stomach and buried her head in the pillow, trying to close out the grim reality... the grim horrid truth! Oh God help me, she thought in panic, I don't care about the photos, I don't really care about anything but doing it again... with Rick this time... Oh God... I loved it... I loved getting fucked like that!
CHAPTER SIX
It took well over an hour for the newly aroused and finally satiated Claudia to slowly bring her awakened body down from the incredible erotic heights she had attained. The tiny tremors and sparks of passion still smouldered inside her ravaged cunt and tingling loins, like the dying embers of a mighty fire that could at any moment be ignited again to the full blazing rage that had so totally consumed her. Gradually she found herself slipping into a dreamy, trance-like state and was forced to exert all her will to keep from drifting off into a lovely, dreamless sleep. She had finally cum!
For the first time in her life the beautiful young wife had experienced what she instinctively knew all along was there, but had been deeply hidden from her by her own nameless fear. She knew that in spite of the horror and brutality, what she had just experienced was going to change her, change her forever. She was no longer held captive in her tight little shell, she was free, free to at last be what she was destined to be... a woman.
Claudia was aware that she had a great deal to think over, decisions to make, decisions that would touch both she and her husband for the rest of their lives. She was amazed that her mind was so clear. There was no blinding horror or rage to muddle her thinking, only the slightest trace of disgust and bitter-sweet disappointment that it was her arrogant neighbor, Bert and his dog, who hand unlocked the door to her hidden sensuality and not her beloved husband, Rick.
Claudia's mind turned to the unbelievable sensations she had experienced in her passion, the things Rick had promised but that she had so stubbornly refused to reach out for. In a sort of detached awe she realized that the intensity of her passion was frightening in its magnitude, like an angry caged lion released or the floodwaters of a broken dam. Small wonder she had been afraid! So much hurt and destruction could be released along with the pent up passion. But, wasn't that life? Wasn't that the energy behind all of it? Could not the awesome waves of hunger and lustful longing she had just experienced be used, like everything else for good or evil?
Claudia sighed and thoughtfully pulled the covers closer around her now fulfilled body.
There was no decision to be made. What was there, was there forever and the futility was in denying it. This savagery, this wantonness had been locked inside her all the time, seething just below the surface, the tenseness growing in her as the pressure built and built over the years. Denying it's existence had not made it go away, but only increased its strength, allowing it to feed on itself and grow like a waiting explosion. The only way to restrain it was to grow a thicker and thicker shell, until one had become buried by his own pride, cutting off the life breath until finally there would be nothing but ugly darkness. Yes, she was glad it had finally all come out, but the tortuous shame in having given it all to another man... and to a dog... twisting and begging for more under the massively plunging cock... was what really hurt the young wife. To have given her abandoned naked body to a cruel and brutal man who she loathed after having denied it all these years to her husband was her only painful thought. The fact that she had been indirectly forced into the infidelity by Rick succumbing to the seduction of Bert's wife didn't matter. Claudia knew it would have never happened if she had given him the loving response he needed and deserved. She would never really be able to totally forgive herself, but she vowed she would make it up to him. She would make up for all the years of denial and become the wife he had dreamed of. She would give him what she had never been able to give before, her abandoned self, her sensuality. She was new, whole. She would never retreat back into her lifeless shell, it was out of her hands, she had given up all futile control.
The newly liberated young woman realized that there was still a lot she had to learn about her new awareness of sex, things her husband could show her, lovingly and tenderly. How much better, how different it would be with Rick. Bert had given her a brutal fucking with his cock, and although she felt a bit sore and tender, she could not repress the quiver of lewd excitement that jolted through her still cum-flooded cunt at the obscene memory.
She allowed her fingers to probe curiously at the slightly swollen cuntal lips, finding to her satisfaction that there seemed to be no real damage, but her whole pussy area up between her legs was drenched and slippery with Bert's lewd sperm. Shakily, the young girl got to her feet and went to the bathroom to soak her ravaged body in a steaming hot bath, thinking that if it were her husband's cum filling her belly she would never want to wash it away, but let it soak into her being until it was absorbed by her own chemistry and became a part of herself.
When she finished her bath, the dazed wife threw on her robe without bothering to close it. She wandered aimlessly from room to room, her mind empty but her body full, until she became aware of the slight stimulation that crept up from her newly awakened loins as her thighs and pussy hair rubbed lightly together with each step. She continued to walk but now was fully conscious of the delicious feelings stealing over her, radiating out from the hot little center up between her legs until it felt as if she had a big ball of warmth inside her belly.
Claudia found that she had to sit down. Her legs were feeling weak and shaky so she lay back in the chair, her breathing ragged, her slender legs straight out in front of her. Then she bent her neck to look down and at the same time she parted her trembling thighs so that the thin robe fell softly away from her loins, exposing her pubic mound to her fascinated gaze. Almost of their own volition her hands slid down over her smoothly rounded lower belly, and her fingers crept in to gently part her sparse pussy hair. She gasped as her fingers touched her wetly throbbing cunt, that secret part of her from which had radiated so much incredible pleasure only a short time before.
The slightly panting young woman placed the edge of each of her hands against the outside of her cuntal lips and began to squeeze the two scarlet ribbons of flesh tightly together, and then to rub them lewdly up and down against one another. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid and the leftover cum from where her neighbor had fucked her were squeezed from between the moistly trembling swelling as Claudia watched in fascination, great waves of warm pleasure washing over her, as much from the lewd sight as from the pressure.
Lord, she had never done anything as wicked as this in her life, the excited young woman thought. But now she had the perfect justification. It certainly wasn't her fault that her controlled passions had suddenly been stirred into full-blown life. She had been forced, raped, changed against her will, so that now she could feel a certain guiltlessness about revelling in the erotic pleasures that were coming from her shamelessly aroused body.
Claudia experimentally inserted her extended middle finger inside the tight cuntal lips and ran it slowly up and down the hot liquid slit, finally stopping to press firmly on her tiny protruding clitoris.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the dazed young wife could not help gasping out at the pleasurable shock of her own touch. Her finger began to move more quickly now, madly circling her clitoris, sliding wetly up and down the burning slit between her widespread thighs, trembling occasionally at the petal-shaped entrance to her waiting vagina. My God, she thought, her mind a collection of broken images, disconnected and unreal. I am about to do an expressly forbidden thing! She knew she would finger fuck herself until she came again... until she experienced again that incredible internal explosion she had known for the first time this very afternoon. She knew it was time to get to know her own body, train it so it would be ready for her husband, train for her Rick!
Suddenly, the quickly moving slender fingers stopped and the beautiful gasping young girl froze. She had heard a noise! All was quiet for a moment as she listened intently, then satisfied that she was alone, her head fell back wantonly against the chair, her nakedly rounded buttocks resting on the edge, her long, shapely legs spread lewdly apart. The outstretched finger of her hand resumed making obscene sucking sounds as it slid wetly around inside her passion-soaked cunt. Then she was still again. There was a noise! She stayed still as death, listening, straining her ears to determine from where the strange scratching noise was coming. It was louder now, demanding, insistent... and, faintly emanating from the other side of the front door. She heard it then... the low whining, almost a growl. Mohammed! It was Mohammed! Without hesitating, Claudia let her finger slide from her eagerly pulsing pussy and moved, as though drawn by an invisible magnet, towards the door. An incredible thought was born in her mind, and without allowing herself time to think, she flung open the door and stepped aside to make way for the handsome, powerful animal that was so avidly seeking entrance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bert was a tired but happy man when he returned to his own apartment after his visit with Claudia, bursting through the front door with a confident swagger. Amy looked up from her magazine and immediately noticed that Mohammed was lagging behind his master in dejected contrast.
"What happened?" she asked, alarmed by the sight of her beloved dog in such an obviously unhappy state. Mohammed was usually very alert and jaunty, but today he was walking slowly with his tail down and a confused look in his brown eyes. It had been quite a shock for the handsome animal when his master had ordered him to begin licking the beautiful woman up between the legs and then pulled him away in the middle of it. And what was worse, the man had kicked him! In his whole life Mohammed had never felt his master's boot and resentment still filled the animal's confused brain.
"Well, what do you think happened?" Bert roared. "Miss Priss across the court got the fucking of her life, that's what happened! Of course, I haven't got them set up for any group festivities yet, but with my little portfolio of you and your friend, Rick, it won't be long. And, what the hell, if worse comes to worse I can always sell them, maybe get a few bucks... not bad, not bad at all for a few glossies!" he said, affectionately patting his hip pocket where he kept the photographs.
"Great." Amy stated flatly. "But what about Mohammed? Why does he look so unhappy? Is he sick or something?" she asked, unable to mask the concern in her voice.
"Oh, he's just pouting because he didn't get laid. He's going to have to learn to go get his own tail, goddamn it," Bert said, amused by the animal's distress.
"How can he, Bert? You're the one who trained him to like women, he doesn't even know how to make it with another dog!" Amy said in the dog's defense.
"Maybe he should start hanging out in a singles bar or something, how do I know!" Bert said, moving towards his wife and cupping her face in his hands for emphasis. "But you listen to me Amy... I meant every word I said about what would happen to Mohammed if I catch you fucking him without my permission."
His voice was flat and cold, sending a chill through Amy's body. "Oh alright, for Christsake!" she said, impatiently pulling her face away from his grasp.
"Just so long as it's understood," he said looking down at her for another moment. "I'm going to work in the darkroom for awhile. Why don't you take Mohammed for a walk or something... maybe introduce him to some girls... " and with that Bert turned towards the hall.
Amy listened from her seat until she heard the door to Bert's make-shift darkroom close and lock, then she called the beautiful animal to her. He had been lying by the door, his head stretched out on his forepaws. His troubled canine eyes were staring emptily into space as the disturbing images of the exciting taste, smell and sight of the nakedly writhing female across the hall flickered through his mind. The big dog had mounted a lot of women in the past, enough to know what he had missed, and he greatly resented being pulled so rudely away from the passionately aroused young woman. The handsome animal kept nervously changing his position, glancing over from time to time to the direction his master had taken when he left for the darkroom. He knew as well as Amy that when Bert locked himself inside the special little room he was likely to be occupied for some time, perhaps the balance of the day.
"Come here, baby... come over here to Amy... " he heard the beautiful girl he loved calling softly. He got to his feet and padded obediently over to the couch where she sat to put his massive head in her lap. It was not often she had the chance to be alone with him, so she gently stroked his powerful neck and bent down to kiss him softly on his head. Mohammed's tongue shot out and licked Amy's face in response, his heart overflowing with love. He had mated with Amy many times at his master's orders and might naturally have been expected to transfer his yearnings to her, but his mind was now on a single track. He wanted to finish what he had started with the sweet smelling human female across the hall.
As Amy sat stroking and crooning to the big dog, he suddenly got up and began nervously pacing the room, padding softly back and forth across the carpet. He was vaguely aware of an irritable burning in his unfulfilled hairy loins that fired his natural instincts and impelled his animal thoughts to the female across the hall who he remembered lying nakedly on the bed. He looked up pleadingly to Amy, seeming to beg for something with his eyes.
"What is it, darling?" Amy asked in surprise. "Would you like to go for a walk?" She had never seen Mohammed this restless. His usual position when Bert was in the darkroom was stationed outside the door to wait patiently for his master. As Amy got up from her seat to get his leash, Mohammed bounded towards the front door and began scratching with one paw, whining at the same time for attention.
What had gotten into him? Amy wondered, her curiosity fired. She quickly slipped her sandals on and went toward the door without the leash, knowing it would be useless to attempt to restrain the huge animal from wherever it was he wanted to go. Sensing they would be going out when he saw Amy put on her shoes, Mohammed was prancing in anticipation now, like a horse restless for the race. When she opened the door Mohammed bounded outside and headed directly across the court yard to Claudia's apartment.
"Well now! So that's what was on his mind, the devil!" Amy said aloud, quickly stepping back inside and moving to the window, a secret smile playing about her lips. She watched as Mohammed went to the front door and began scratching furiously at the wooden panel. It looked for sometime as if no one was going to answer, and Amy found herself wondering what Mohammed would do if Rick should come to the door. At last, she saw the door swing open with Claudia standing inside, dressed only in a thin robe. Without a second's hesitation Claudia stepped aside to let the animal in swiftly closing the door behind him and the alert and observant Amy noticed that she didn't hear the click of the lock. Amy took a deep breath and bit her lip - surprise, curiosity, and even jealousy all battling to take hold of her. She knew Bert would be out of the way for the next hour at least, and a thoughtful look came into her eyes. She stood watching from the window for several moments and then quietly left her apartment to follow the steps Mohammed had taken to apartment 2B.
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Claudia and Mohammed stood staring directly into each other's eyes, exactly as they had by the pool just yesterday morning. The lovely young wife stood completely still, seemingly mesmerized by the gaze of the big dog standing in front of her, then cautiously reached out a hand and patted the huge animal on the head. Immediately he moved closer to her, standing on his hind legs, his front paws on her breast. Before she knew what was happening, his warm, moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her lips, causing a shudder to rush through her body. In natural reaction Claudia drew back, surprised but not repelled, and looked deeply into the wide brown eyes. She took his handsome head between her hands and then suddenly jumped back in shock. She had been kissed by a dog and was on the verge of returning the animal's kiss!
Claudia was paralyzed with shock, she couldn't move, and once again the dog kissed her hotly. My God! What was the matter with her, she thought wildly, and Mohammed began to whimper and whine, sensing the heat kindling in her belly and loins. "Oh, Mohammed... Mohammed, what in the world is happening?" the shaken young wife asked in bewilderment, but she already knew and she also knew it was too late to change her mind. She knew when she heard the scratching on her door. It was the memory of that big hot tongue that had made her decide to open it! God! She couldn't think, she was about to explode inside! What she needed was a drink before she completely lost her mind!
Mohammed watched the young woman's every trembling move as she headed toward the bar, never straying too far from her side, his stimulated senses picking up her want and need. He could smell the piquant aroma of fluid heat from her human beauty just as he had tasted it on her mouth. His natural instinct was to move towards her, but he was confused, always accustomed to having his master give him the order when it was time to mate with human females.
Claudia was afraid to sit down' and he stalked her like a shadow, at times getting close enough to brush against her, but she would slip away. Twice she filled her glass with bourbon and drained it, her soft warm body quivering when he crowded against her. She began to speak to him in a gentle crooning voice and her female sexual aura grew stronger and stronger until he felt a powerful throbbing in his heated flanks. At last she sat down, drawing his eager head into her lap so that the hot musky fragrance rising from up between her resilient warm thighs permeated his animal senses.
"Oh, you handsome devil!" Claudia moaned, cradling the big head. He seemed so much more than a dog, there was something so human, so elegant about his maleness, but he was a beast and she was enchanted by the base, rank lust that gleamed from his wide brown eyes.
The young woman's head was reeling from the liquor, and her sensual excitement burned on relentlessly. There was nothing that could diminish the fire, nothing but to have a male bring her to completion - and there was no other male present but Mohammed. "You want to finish what you started, don't you? Oh, God... so do I! We're both animals... you know I'm as animal as you! Oh God help me... " she moaned, twisting in her seat, absolutely aflame with desire, a total seething wetness between her legs. Worst of all, she knew Mohammed sensed it and was merely waiting!
She pushed the dog away again and walked unsteadily to the bar. She needed another drink, she thought, but as she picked up the bottle she felt the dog anxiously waiting at her feet. Suddenly she shoved the bottle back on the shelf and purposefully headed for the bedroom, not even looking down at the dog following at her heels. She knew what she needed, and it wasn't another drink!
The huge German shepherd instinctively sensed the lovely young woman's anxiety, but he too was nervous and unsure, not knowing what he was supposed to do. He followed her to the bedroom and sat on his haunches watching as she feverishly began to strip away her clothing.
She had stopped speaking to him some time ago, and she made herself naked before him as if he were not there until the glowing whiteness of her human female body was completely exposed, the rounded lush curves causing the animal to wait with pantingly open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all the hidden secrets he had come to know with the others, and his trained eyes riveted on the sparse golden triangle partially hiding that hot little crevice up between her legs he remembered so well from earlier that same day.
Claudia lay trembling on the bed, feeling she had gone completely out of her mind from the feverish sensations raging within that seething fluid channel up between her legs. She lay back, panting, her trembling thighs spread partially open, her fingertips tracing up over her rib cage to her full tingling breasts until they found the small hardened pink nipples and fiercely fondled them. All the while her eyes searched the burning eyes of Mohammed waiting and whining at the foot of the bed.
The dog felt a throbbing wild quiver in his powerful loins, transmitted by the torrid craving in Claudia's eyes. His heart was pounding in his chest, but still he waited.
Mohammed was on the bed in one effortless leap, poised like a statue as he looked down at the anxiously waiting woman, ardently surveying her exposed nakedness, and then he lowered his head towards his long-sought goal.
Claudia heard his little whine and felt his cool wet nose brush against the flame-filled flesh of her inner thighs.
"Oh! Ooooohhhh... " she moaned and lifted her hips up toward the big dog. He whimpered again as he sniffed, and in near frantic passion she parted her legs wider and pulled her knees back to her breasts, unable to keep back the sudden gasp as she felt his damp nose move lower and brush wetly against her tightly puckered little anus.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she cried the minute that irresistible tongue shot deep up between her wildly spread buttocks to lick excitingly up and down the smooth length of the fleshy split around her anal mouth. Claudia lost track of all time as the blissful titillation went on down between her thighs, knowing only that she never wanted that rapturous animal tongue to stop. She felt the wet searing lickings move up over her pulsating cuntal lips, tracing the thin hair-lined edges until they lapped over her hotly tremoring clitoris. Again and again he did it, his fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh like a warm knife through soft butter. The tongue lapped on and on, at last lunging in a darting curl far up into her deliriously craving vaginal mouth! The lust- crazed girl moaned, spasming with sweet ecstasy beneath the oral loving, her liquor-hazed eyes lustfully feeding on the incredibly obscene spectacle taking place between her widespread thighs below.
"Oooooooohhhhh... " she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly sprawled young housewife giddily moaned, the long thick tongue sending incredible sensations throughout her hotly smouldering nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased as again and again the scorching wet tongue eagerly grazed through and over her quiveringly upraised loins, from her tightly puckered little anus upward through her moistly glistening pussy crevice and at its peak stabbing in through the heated outer flesh to flick maddeningly at her tiny palpitating clitoris, fanning the growing flames inside her like a billows.
Claudia, in her erotic intoxication did not know or care how long it went on without let up, only that it continued as the heavenly tongue licked on and on, causing her to whimper and squirm beneath it.
Suddenly, Claudia froze in horror, her whole body going rigid, at the sound of the bedroom door opening. She looked up to gaze in stunned amazement at the intruder who she recognized as Amy, the woman who seduced her husband.
"Excuse me," the beautiful blonde said politely, "but I was looking for my dog. He'll want to fuck you next, you know... " she said matter-of-factly, walking into the room to lean nonchalantly on the window sill.
With a shriek of shame Claudia tried desperately to pull the edge of the blanket over her shamefully naked body but succeeded in covering only half of herself, leaving the bottom half of her body exposed. Mohammed too was surprised by Amy's entrance, his normally keen senses focused entirely on the task before him, but now he jumped down from the bed and went to his mistresses side to nuzzle up against her legs affectionately.
"Get out of here!" Claudia said haughtily, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Not without my dog... " Amy replied with a half teasing smile.
Claudia blushed at the words, totally humiliated at being caught in the middle of her perverse act with the beautiful animal. Amy came closer to the bed.
"I know Mohammed is quite a lover... I helped train him, you know, and I really don't mind sharing him. After all, it's only fair... I borrowed your husband."
"You seduced my husband!" Claudia cried angrily, "And helped force me into... into this!"
"Perhaps I wouldn't have been able to seduce your husband if he were getting the kind of attention you seem to be giving to my dog... " Amy spoke gently, in spite of the harshness of her words. Claudia knew the girl was younger than she in years, yet there was something almost motherly in her approach. She watched Amy with a little less hostility as she came closer and finally sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"I'm sorry to have been a part of the trap you and Rick fell into, but I'm not sorry about letting him fuck me... it was beautiful. You're a very lucky lady, you know."
A twinge of jealousy shot through Claudia, but she realized that she had also been fucked wildly by this girl's husband as well as having her cunt licked into flaming passion by her dog!
Amy let her big blue eyes move over the older girl's half-covered body. "You're very beautiful," she said simply. "Why don't you let your husband fuck you the way he wants to?" And her hand reached out and settled gently on Claudia's naked breast. The startled young woman could not keep from sharply drawing in her breath at the unexpected tingling contact, and she was reminded by the erotic signals running through her just how close she had been to having an orgasm, only seconds before Amy's arrival. If this girl hadn't come in she would have known the second orgasm of her life, and now...
"I... That's all changed now," Claudia said hurriedly. "Something happened to me today, I know now how wrong I was." She looked quickly to the dog and wondered why she made no move to remove Amy's hand from her breast, whose tantalizing fingers were now sliding gently over her reluctantly hardening nipples.
"Yes," the blonde beauty said, "For all his perversity and brutality my husband does have a way of bringing out all the hidden passions in a woman's body. Perhaps it's the perverse brutality that does it... I don't know. Have you let Mohammed fuck you yet?" she suddenly asked.
"Mohammed... fuck... " Claudia was vaguely aware that her beautiful neighbor was leaning closer and closer to her and that her hand was bringing sharp flashes of pleasure from her rapidly ballooning breasts. What was it about this strange person that seemed to confuse her thoughts and make her so wildly aware of her own body? Had it something to do with the slow, steady hypnotic was she spoke and the ethereal, other worldly quality of her lovely face? She could hardly blame her husband for succumbing to this woman's charms, she thought in near panic.
Claudia nodded her head weakly. "No, never... " Her only answer was a knowing warm smile from Amy that made the newly awakened young woman feel that her heart was melting inside her fiery body. She had never been so aroused in her life, and a part of her mind sensed that if she had not been on the verge of reaching her climax from the lingual caresses of the dog she would probably have pushed Amy away. But instead she lay on the bed breathing raggedly, watching the beautiful blonde as she slowly stood up and reached behind to unzip the dress she was wearing. It fell to the floor with a whisper and Claudia saw that she wore nothing underneath. An audible gasp escaped from her lips as she saw unveiled for the first time the voluptuous beauty of the young seductress.
"Well, I'm going to show you," Amy said soothingly, lovingly. "I'm going to show you all about dogs and all about women."
Oooohhhh, Amy," Claudia whispered, more and more aware of the raging fire inside her unfulfilled loins. She made no objection as the beautiful young blonde lay down next to her, but to Claudia's inexperienced surprise Amy positioned herself so that her head was at the opposite end of the bed with her face next to Claudia's wetly throbbing vagina and her own loins lay less than a foot from the young wife's desire filled eyes. "Oh God," Claudia thought tremblingly, "this girl must be getting ready to lick my pussy, like lesbians do and as Mohammed did, and does that mean that I'll have to lick her pussy too?" Claudia wet her lips in horrified fascination as she looked over at the voluptuously naked female body lying full length next to hers.
Mohammed too watched intently. He had gone to the corner of the room when Amy had come in, wondering if he were to be punished for his disobedience. But no, she had never been the one to punish him and the big dog soon forgot his fears as his interests quickly became aroused by the sound of heavy breathing coming from the two naked women on the big bed. They lay on their sides, facing one another, and he could see the one he had been so feverishly licking just a few moments ago raise her top leg, bending it at the knee with her foot resting on the mattress so that he could clearly make out her thin little hair-fringed vaginal slit. And then his mistress gently slid her hand down between the beautiful open legs and her fingers worked slowly into that wetly heated slit. They played there for a moment before she withdrew them, and then her lovely face slowly lowered to the other girl's wetly shining pussy crevice that he had so lovingly licked to gushing arousal earlier.
Amy had made love with many women in her life, encouraged by Bert as he watched and filmed in voyeuristic enjoyment, but it was somehow different this time. Amy didn't know what drew her to this innocent housewife that lay trembling on the bed, but she had an overwhelming desire to bring her pleasure. It could be her honey-blonde fresh beauty, or the memory of the passionate evening she had spent with the woman's husband, or perhaps it had something to do with the wildly erotic scene she had walked into just a few minutes ago. Whatever the reason, she could not remember ever having wanted to taste and love a pussy this much. Her eyes feasted on the narrow pink ribbon of flesh between the blonde-fringed cunt lips and she rested her cheek on the hot trembling flesh of Claudia's satin thigh, close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by the whispy silken strands of pubic curls. It was as though they all were pawns in Bert's manipulative games, locked together, the five of them, even Mohammed, by Bert and his strange designs.
All the while Claudia was filled with utterly lewd salacious sensations charging through her naked body, her belly and cunt seething with desire. Oh, this lovely creature, this beautiful girl, was going to lick the burning need from her pussy! Claudia had never in her life even thought about making love to another girl. It was the most sinful and depraved thing she could imagine and yet she wanted it. She wanted it desperately and had to have it!
She watched with intoxicated amazement as Amy's blonde head nestled lovingly deep down between her widespread thighs and then... yes! She was nearly overcome with the incredible erotic tremors that rippled through her vibrant young body as the wet magic contact with her burning cunt lips. Amy began to lick in long, rushing strokes, all the way from the bottom of her vaginal crevice to the top, not entering her cunt but causing Claudia to thrust her loins eagerly forward with each tantalizing caress against her wildly sensitive pussy mouth.
Amy's own fevered loins began to come alive with tongues of lustful flame as her lips pressed hungrily deeper into the succulent warm pussy flesh of the squirming young wife. Immediately her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue, as it invaded the smouldering liquid flesh beneath. Ardently her eager tongue lashed out at the tiny erect clitoris, then back down again, darting everywhere inside Claudia's hotly writhing pussy. The young wife's delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet slushing sounds filled the room as Claudia's passion-flowing vaginal secretions mixed hotly with Amy's saliva.
Claudia moaned and writhed in rapture at the warm fluttering mouthing and tonguing of her burning cunt, ripples of marvelous sensation spasmodically twitching her tautly curved body. Panting explosively, the passion wracked young woman spread her legs open as wide as possible and ground her steaming loins lewdly upward to bring some of the magic tongue tighter up into her wide-splayed cuntal mouth, her hot thighs closing on her head. She could hear Amy gasping down between them, sucking the air in short surges, but never breaking the fervent contact of her lips and tongue. Even her nose was buried... immersed in the tight pink folds of Claudia's now salaciously grinding pussy. After the wonderful tonguing Claudia had received less than a half hour before from Mohammed, it didn't take the moaning young beauty long to reach the very peak of erotic heights. All at once the building pressure inside her spasming belly and convulsing loins erupted in unbridled passion.
Her entire body quivered wildly beneath Amy's face as she twisted and wrenched herself wantonly while the other girl moaned ecstatically down into the wetly convulsing cunt against her mouth, yet never losing contact with her flickering tongue locked tight to Claudia's hotly tremoring clitoris.
"Oh Amy, Amy, Amy... so wonderful... more and more... wonderful... Claudia continued to chant, lost in the shimmering waves of delight flashing in unending ecstasy through her lush young body while Amy writhed and groaned wetly up between the older woman's tightly locked thighs.
And those were the sights and sounds that greeted Bert McDowell as he stood in shocked wonder just outside the window of Claudia's bedroom. His own beautiful wife locked in passionate embrace with the lovely neighbor he had so wildly fucked just this morning. "Goddamn!" he breathed, "Wish I had my fucking camera!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bert stood outside the bedroom window for a long while, transfixed by the fantastic sight of the two beautiful women writhing together in their frantic ecstasy. Although he possessed what he considered a magnificent collection of photographs of his wife with different women, he had never in his life been witness to such ardor and abandon between two naked females. Fighting the urge to rush across the court for his camera to capture the incredible sight forever, he decided to wait. Both women had lost all sense of time, but checking his watch, Bert knew that it was already past five. A pleasant grin of delight crossed his sharp features as he realized with growing anticipation that at any moment now, Rick Sanders would be walking up the stairs?
So as not to miss out on the fun of seeing Rick's face when he came home to find his wife locked in the arms of the woman be had fucked so senseless just last night, Bert reluctantly tore himself away from the window. Quietly opening the door to the Fletcher's apartment, the lecherous young man stepped gingerly into the hall and positioned himself just inside a small closet, allowing him a view of the bedroom door.
Standing in the darkened closet Bert thought how much fun he was going to have in just a short while, more fun than he'd had in years! He chuckled lasciviously at the unexpected turn of events. Amy was certainly full of surprises! He would have expected her to sneak off and make it with Rick again, after her obvious enjoyment of their little session last night, but finding her with his wife was a total shock to the jaded young man... a shock and a delight!
He had grown tired of his darkroom activities early in the afternoon and after an hour of waiting for Amy and Mohammed to return from their walk he began to get curious, suspecting that Amy had found someplace, a vacant apartment perhaps, to be alone with the dog. It was just through a stroke of luck that he happened to hear the sounds emanating from the Fletcher's bedroom window as he went out in search of his wife and dog, but something made him stop. He listened intently for a moment until he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife's voice. Incredulous, he moved toward the window and peering inside through a point where the curtains to the window did not meet, his eyes met with the astounding sight of the two women.
Waiting now in the closet, it was hard for Bert not to try for one more glimpse, but he knew it would be best to wait where he was for his neighbor to arrive. He could listen though, and he reveled in the darkness from the sound of the strangled moans and high pitched cries coming from the bedroom.
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Amy's naked body was beginning to boil as her head worked slavishly between her beautiful neighbor's shuddering thighs. She could feel her own excited vaginal muscles clutching and releasing of their own volition as the hotly throbbing area between her legs became saturated with her liquid passion. It was clear that something was going to have to be done about her own needs soon, but she hated to give up the obscene delight she was receiving from Claudia's endlessly cumming cunt. Thrusting her tongue deep up into her neighbor's hungrily devouring pussy, Amy slowly rose to her knees, spreading them to climb up over the young woman's exquisitely curved nakedness, turning and positioning herself backwards over her so that her naked cunt and widespread buttocks were directly over Claudia's face. Claudia whimpered under her, and Amy waited patiently to see what her response would be to the moist hungry pussy poised on invitingly near her open mouth.
To Claudia the sensual display of Amy's pinkly glistening cunt lips only a tongue's length what was expected of her and what she wanted to do, but she was still having difficulty breathing, no longer certain whether she had cum or was cumming, she had climaxed so many times. Her very strength was sapped by the constantly spiraling sensations that ripped periodically through her erotically trembling body. Her heart pounded, her mind seemed to float on clouds of bliss, nothing else mattered but the endless ecstasy...
The huge German shepherd had watched the two squirming bodies on the bed with white-hot interest, his trained animal senses making him keenly aware of what they were doing. Now, as he saw his mistress, Amy, crawl up on her hands and knees, her face buried between the other girl's widely yawning legs, his eyes locked hungrily onto his familiar Amy's upraised buttocks. It was almost as if their nakedly spread beauty had called him. The big animal's nostrils were filled with the hot scent of passion flowing from between the two women's lewdly writhing bodies and new life stirred in Mohammed's hairy loins as he rose to his feet and moved pantingly toward the bed.
Both girls felt his weight as he jumped up next to them but only Claudia could see his handsome face as it moved in to sniff hungrily at Amy's exposed genitals. The black wet tip of his nose actually touching the blonde haired girl's tiny puckered anus.
"Ooooooohhhh God! Is that what I think it is?" Amy gasped, her mouth breaking contact with Claudia's wetly raging pussy for the first time. She drew a much needed breath.
"It... It's Mohammed's nose!" Claudia gasped, her heart leaping at the sight of the big animal.
Amy shuddered passionately. "He's sniffing my asshole isn't he?"
"Yes, the fascinated young wife replied, feeling her excitement lewdly mount at the spectacular view above her.
"That... That means he wants to fuck me... ," Amy gasped out. "He always starts by... Aaaaaahhhh!"
The crouching blonde never had the chance to finish her sentence as Mohammed's long thick tongue snaked wetly up to her lust filled loins. She trembled before its laving heat as it teased with hot curling flicks up into her moist cuntal flesh and stabbed deliciously at her budding clitoris.
From below, Claudia watched in amazement as she looked up at Amy's hair-shadowed loins, the thin pink lips of her wetly gleaming pussy only inches away. Mohammed's huge tongue seemed to blot out the light as it fucked insistently up past the tender outer flanges, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. Amy jerked above her from the ecstasy of the dog's preparatory caresses and then gyrated sensuously back against the stabbing tongue.
"Ooooohhhh, God... reach up and guide his cock into me Claudia," the girl lewdly cried. "I've got to have it... got to " Claudia looked back over her head on the bed but the dog's penis was nowhere in sight beneath his belly, so she reached back to cautiously grasp its hairy sheath with her fingers, feeling the thickening hardness growing excitingly inside. While she crooned soft, reassuring sounds to the dog she tenderly massaged the heavy animal cock, gasping as the scarlet cone-shaped shaft suddenly emerged, warm, wet, and glistening.
The panting animal immediately mounted Amy's upraised hips, working in close on his hind legs above Claudia's face, his huge cock dancing madly in the passion soaked crevice between the lewdly offered buttocks.
"Oh, please Claudia!" Help him fuck it into me!" Amy begged feverishly, obscenely undulating her ass-cheeks back in search of the hardened spear of animal flesh, wanting desperately for it to fill her hotly sizzling vaginal passage. She tried to look back between her legs to watch, but all she could see were Claudia's nakedly swollen breasts, then her frantic eyes found the dresser mirror and she could see it all reflected as she watched Claudia's hand guiding the pointed rod of animal flesh toward her pink wet cuntal passage. She felt Mohammed's forelegs grip tightly around her naked waist, then sensed the first searing contact with her hungrily clasping pussy mouth.
"Now, Mohammed! Fuck Amy! Fuck her!... And then... then afterwards, oh God... Fuck me!" Claudia hardly recognized her own voice, hoarse with all consuming lust.
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Young Rick Sanders had never in all his life seen such an unbelievable sight! He was gasping for breath as his stunned eyes took in the obscene three-way spectacle before him, and worst of all, there was no doubt that beneath the pile of squirming female flesh and animal fur it was none other than his own sexually repressed and innocent young wife!
After having experienced the wild loving from Amy last night, Rick had done a great deal of thinking and made some important decisions. He was anxious to get home to his wife and calmly discuss the changes he was ready to propose for their life together. He had been startled by the moans coming from the bedroom, thinking Claudia was ill and rushed into the bedroom to find this!
He entered the room just in time to see Mohammed's thickly glistening dog-cock ram rapid-fire up into Amy's wetly grinding pussy. He watched in horrified disbelief as his wife's sweet young lips reached up and began to sensuously mouth the hairy animal balls above her face. And had he heard her say, "Fuck me!" Had Claudia actually asked the animal to fuck her too? She had! He heard her! The shocked young man staggered as he started to move towards the bed and had to catch hold of the door frame to keep from falling.
It was Mohammed who first saw the two men, Bert having allowed himself to come out of hiding to join in on the festivities he knew from experience were bound to ensue. Fearing his master's recriminations, the big dog quickly jerked his glistening animal hardness from Amy's voraciously grasping pussy like a cork from a bottle and leaped down from the bed.
"Mohammed! What's wrong?" Claudia cried, and then she saw them too.
"Oh God, where did he go with that beautiful cock?" Amy frantically gasped. Then aware that Claudia was squirming trying to push out from underneath her she asked, "What's wrong, Claudia?"
Claudia could do no more than point a trembling finger toward the door. Amy froze in horror as she saw her lewdly grinning husband and the white-faced, outraged Rick standing watching from the door.
"What the hell is going on!" Rick roared as his wife tried desperately to cover her nakedness with her arms. "So this is what keeps you from coming on to me! No wonder! You must be exhausted by the time I get home!"
Rick was blind with rage, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "You bitch... you lying bitch! All this time I thought you were repressed and frightened but the truth is you don't like men! You like women... and dogs, for Christsake!"
"Well now, I think you better hold on for just a minute buddy," Bert drawled laconically, barely able to contain his laughter as he saw the shocked look on Rick's face. The young husband had been so stunned by the spectacle of his wife and Amy with the dog he hadn't even noticed the strange man in his bedroom.
"And who the hell are you? Have you been fucking my wife along with the rest of the city?" Rick yelled, looking around the room to see if he'd missed anyone else.
"Yep, as a matter of fact. And I can tell you, she was one of the best little pieces of pussy-tail I've had in a long time!" Bert said, enjoying Rick's confusion.
"You mean you have been fucking her! Who the hell is he for Christ's sake?" Rick asked no one in particular.
"Uh... Rick, I'd like you to meet my husband, Bert... " Amy said meekly, not quite knowing what she should be doing at this point.
Suddenly, in a lightening like flash, Rick realized that he had been set up... used as a pawn in some lurid, insane game... and the most horrible part of all was the thought that Claudia had been in on it! Not Claudia! It couldn't be! Rick felt as though he had lost his mind, the anger and humiliation welling up inside had built to explosive proportions and the need to lash out at someone was all consuming. He started to lunge toward Bert, but the menacing sound of Mohammed's deep warning growl made him stop, plus the memory of last night with the man's wife. He stood steaming for a moment and then whirled suddenly toward his wife, who up until then had been speechless. Seeing the terrible look on her husband's face the pitifully frightened young woman found her voice and wailed: "Oh Rick... he forced me, he threatened me with photographs of you and Amy! He said he would take them to Mr. Howard! He said he would get you fired!"
If the circumstances had been different Rick might have laughed out loud at the irony of the weird guy forcing his wife to lay down naked on the bed and let him fuck her shitless under threat of having him fired from a job he had decided that very day to quit! Slowly, it all started to piece together in his mind... Amy... photographs... that crazy grinning bastard telling him his wife was a good little piece of ass... It was too much! He'd thought it was a milestone day by finally making the decision to quit a job he loathed, but to come home to find his frigid wife turned into a babbling sex crazed madwoman made everything else seem rather anti-climatic. Wasn't that what he'd wanted, to have her deeply hidden sexuality rise to the surface? So what if it took another man, a woman and a dog to do it, it had been done!
He turned toward his wife. "So you sacrificed yourself for me? Is that the story? Well from what our neighbor tells me you gave him back a little more than he'd bargained for. Was he rough with you, Claudia? Was that what did it?
The heartbroken young wife started to open her mouth to say something but realizing the hopelessness of it all collapsed on the bed in a quivering heap of sobbing nakedness. Cast now in the role of the oppressor Rick decided to play it to the hilt. Looking down at the helpless figure of his mortified young wife Rick found that his anger was mixing inside him with a sort of strange sexual stimulation. The whole thing had an aura of perverted sensuality about it, and the conflicting emotions were burning and building inside him.
"Okay bitch," he hissed cruelly. "Everyone else seems to know something about you I don't. You've been fucked and sucked and licked them and now I'm going to get my share!" And to Claudia's shock and horror he began to pull wildly at his clothes. Oh God, he was going to fuck her in front of everyone! She helplessly shrank back on the bed, but it was no use. Rick grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her toward him.
"If you have the nerve to say one word... I swear I'll knock the living shit right out of you," he hissed. With that the enraged young man fell forward on her, his giant penis standing out in front of him like an avenging sword. With merciless strength he pried open his petrified young wife's trembling thighs and forced his body between them. Then without the least preparation he rammed his swollen cock all the way up to the hilt inside her fear-tautened belly and began fucking into her at once with long, hard strokes.
To Claudia's surprise, her husband's brutal assault caused her no physical pain since her already wetly flooded cunt had been well prepared first by Mohammed's tongue and then by Amy's. But her heart was filled with pain as she looked into her husband's scornful face and slow tears fell from her eyes. She hadn't wanted it to be like this; she wanted to give him the gift of her new found sensuality passionately, lovingly... alone!
But in spite of her sadness the sobbing young wife could not control the automatic reaction of her trembling genitals. All afternoon she had been working up to a fevered pitch, her pussy brought to a quivering hunger by various tongues and mouths that only a huge male cock could satisfy, and there it was, right now, deep up inside her, ramming and pumping. In spite of himself the guilty young girl felt her arms and legs automatically reaching up to snake around her husband's powerful young body, pulling him tightly against her as her hips began a wanton grinding up against his thrusting loins. Small passionate whimpering sounds tumbled from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Christ, her husband thought above her as he looked down at the now sensuously twisting body of his previously frigid young wife. He had never seen her like this, her eyes glazed and unseeing, her fingers clutching spasmodically at his shoulders and, her tight little cunt milking and nibbling at his painfully swollen penis. Christ, and he'd only just started to fuck her!
Passion began to take the place of rage in the mind of the surprised and pleased young man, causing him to ram into his moaning wife with a will, stroking all the way up to the end of her wetly sucking pussy so that he could feel his balls pounding hard against the smooth, upturned flesh of her buttocks.
Bert McDowell watched the man and wife with amused fascination. Man, that young guy was really laying into her, as well as he'd done with Amy last night. But Bert was used to watching people making love and grew quickly bored, wanting something more exciting, a little more perverse. His wicked blue eyes lit on his dog, Mohammed, who was crouched in a corner of the room, afraid of what his master might do because of his disobedience.
"Mohammed! Come here!" Bert yelled as the big dog got nervously to his feet and approached.
"Okay, you've been after her ass all day... go get it!" he commanded, indicating the struggling married couple on the bed. "Go on, Mohammed! Go! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
The confused animal moved slowly toward the bed, uncertain but recognizing the meaning of those last two words. He knew he was supposed to mount the female, the one whose pussy he had lapped so recently, but how? There was already a man on top of her, blocking him from his goal. He looked back in uncertainty to his master to see if he had misunderstood the order, but Bert repeated the command: "Fuck her! Go on, do it... Fuck her!"
In his confusion Mohammed knew no other way to follow the order but to remove the man who was mounting the woman he was to have. He leapt with one bound onto the bed and growled at the ardently involved man. It took a moment for the preoccupied Rick to notice the blood-chilling sound, but then he turned his head to find himself face to face with the huge snarling German shepherd. He froze for a moment, knowing he should let the dog have whatever it was he demanded so persuasively, but he was lax to give up the marvelous fucking he was getting from his incredibly turned on wife.
"Turn her over!" Bert yelled crudely. Without understanding anything about what was happening except the real threat of the dog growling so menacingly at him, Rick did as he was told. Wrapping his arms around his wildly fucking young wife, he rolled over so that she ended up on top of him, straddling his throbbing hardness.
"Rick?" exclaimed the young wife, amazed to suddenly find herself on top.
"Take it easy baby, there's a friend of yours up here who wants to join us," Rick said thickly. All at once he realized what it was that Bert was suggesting they do and great roaring sensations of lust thundered in his veins as the whole salacious picture became clear to him. "Come on honey, lift your ass a little higher," he commanded, and he placed her in position with his strong hands. He then looked directly into the eyes of the dog and said: "Okay boy, come on! We'll fuck her together!"
Claudia was puzzled at first until she felt Mohammed's forelegs start to circle her hips and the soft fur of his belly rubbing against her naked ass-cheeks, and she knew he had mounted her. She could imagine the huge, dripping tapered penis sliding out, preparing to fuck her. He was going to fuck her in the ass!
"Oh God... no... no Rick, please! You can't let him stick it in me back there! He'll tear me wide open!"
"You weren't saying that a few moments ago! Besides that, we have no choice, there's no stopping him now. Hurry! Get that little asshole up!" Rick could see the wild look in the dog's eyes and he knew what he had said to his wife was true. There was no stopping him!
"Oh, Rick... oh Mohammed!" Claudia choked out as she felt the animal's searing hardness trailing through the widespread crevice between her vulnerably open buttocks. She was aware that Rick's cock was thrusting up paralyzingly up into her from below. "Oh please lovers, don't hurt me!"
Rick was almost out of his mind with pleasure as he fucked up into his cringing young wife's wetly clasping pussy. "Just hold tight and relax," he warned. "He'll find what he's after... somehow I have the feeling none of this is new to him."
And then she felt it! Claudia felt the beveled, needle-like tip of the German shepherd's cock catch suddenly in her rectum and worm just up inside. She sucked in her breath, remembering from watching the animal fucking Amy's cunt that he was not gentle. Mohammed humped forward... again... and again... and again... his huge hardened cock grinding further into her defensively puckered anus with each merciless thrust, sending waves of pleasure-pain screeching through the wailing young woman's overloaded nerves.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh," the shocked young housewife gurgled, her head flailing helplessly from side to side. She tried to shake the punishing lance from her obscenely stretched rectum, but Mohammed's firmly clutching forepaws made that impossible. Oh God, there was nothing to do but endure it... to endure both of them, dog and man, fucking into both her painfully distended passages at the same time!
If it hadn't been for the flames of passion that Rick's earlier fucking had reawakened in her hotly raging belly it would not have been bearable. But then to the amazement of the hopelessly trapped young woman, the pain started to recede and a strange masochistic sensation began to invade her doubly filled loins. An animal-like hungering wildness came over her as she could feel the two cocks, the one human, the other animal, fucking into her simultaneously. Moaning and whimpering in a crazed building passion, the wild-eyed young woman tried to move with the double fucking tempo as the two males began to ram up into her in matching rhythm, their lust swollen cocks disappearing in syncopation deep up inside her wetly searing holes.
"Oh, oooohhhhh, sweet lovers! Yes! Fuck me... fill me with your hard cocks!," the lust-dominated young woman begged frantically- Bert McDowell could not keep from grinning with obscene glee as he watched the lewdly locked trio humping madly on the bed. He knew this was all his doing and he was very proud of himself. His own penis had been throbbing wildly in his pants and he looked around for his lovely wife so that they too could take part in the drama. But when he called her over from where she had been sitting watching the fantastic three-way display, he could tell by the look in her eyes that something had snapped, she, too, had changed! Something made him go to her, drawing him like a magnet, and rather than ram his luring cock into her as he had planned, the young man found himself wanting to take her home...
Meanwhile, Claudia knew that her orgasm was not far away and she ground her hungrily pumping ass-cheeks frantically back against Mohammed's hairy loins at the same time pounding her pelvis down hard against her husband's long thrusting cock fucking up into her from beneath. She wanted them all to cum together... Then Mohammed whimpered behind her, his powerful body quivering in ecstasy, and his boiling sperm began to shoot bullet-like up into Claudia's tightly clasping rectum.
"Aaaaahhhhhh... fuck me... fuck me hard!" the beautiful young woman cried in wild abandon. "Ohhhhh... Oh!... I can feel both of your cocks so good inside me! Aaaaahhhh, faster, faster!" Her unseeing eyes grew wider and wider... until it happened! "Now... Nooooowwwww... I-I-I'm cum-minggggggg...!"
Once more Claudia felt Mohammed's scorching jets of animal-cum flooding her backsides in a never-ending stream up inside her belly while enchanting spasms of joy rocketed through her insanely convulsing loins. She could feel every contraction of the long thick cock as it fired its load of seething animal cum deep up into her greedily milking little rectum.
Then Rick groaned beneath her, swearing obscenely as she plunged her wetly-sucking cunt down onto his thickly towering hardness. The transformed young wife held her husband's cock completely absorbed inside her frantically clasping cunt, undulating her hips in furious little circles while his huge pumping shaft began spitting out its fiery surges of semen far up into the hidden recesses of her feverishly absorbing belly.
Claudia held it fast, imprisoning her husband's cock tightly within the hot clutching walls of her pussy, sucking and pulling at it, her own orgasmic secretions pooling with his as spasm after wild spasm of joyous sensation engulfed the young beauty's furiously twisting body.
And then it was over. Claudia collapsed forward on her husband's heaving chest as the last of his sperm drained from him. Mohammed fell back away from her still quivering young buttocks and stood uncertainly for a moment, his huge scarlet, cum-drained penis already sinking back up into his belly. The young couple lay alone, unable to speak, their breath rasping harshly in their throats.
They had forgotten about the other couple in the room, the couple responsible for their finding of each other. Bert and Amy had turned to walk quietly from the room, both wanting only to be alone with each other. When Bert saw his wife sitting alone in the corner he had moved quietly next to her, for some reason overcome by new tender feeling for her, a feeling he had almost forgotten was there. Gone was the cold aloofness that had become her mask and in its place was the look of a vulnerable, very young, very wanting woman. Bert felt her deep craving for love and gentleness, the things he had denied her for so long, and the desire to give her what she needed was overcoming the young man's fascination with the bizarre. Could it be their involvement with these people, Bert wondered, that caused the unspoken change, the plea for tenderness in Amy's beautiful eyes? They were so different from their other friends, their old friends, whose lives were so empty they became lost to themselves in the unending search for newer and bigger thrills. Have we reached the limit, run the gambit full circle, Bert asked himself. He didn't know, but he could feel the change taking place between him and his young wife, he felt it in her touch and in his soul.
Obviously, the young couple so abandoned on the bed had been touched by them, but had they in some way been touched by Rick and Claudia, by their tender caring for each other? Bert wasn't sure, but he was certain of one thing... he wanted his wife, wanted her in the way they had known so long ago. Moving across the room the young man reached out for his young wife, and Amy responded as surely as Claudia had responded to her own husband.
Hand in hand the young couple headed softly towards the door, the big German shepherd behind, but they stopped when they heard Rick's voice calling from the bed.
"Wait!" he said as he got to his feet, unashamedly standing before the beautiful young woman and her husband, his strong body naked before their gaze. He knew the strange pair had, unintentionally perhaps, given him a great gift, maybe the greatest gift of his life... his wife. He knew they would be friends from here on out and he felt he owed them something, if no more than his appreciation.
"Bert I'd like to shake your hand." he said simply. A knowing look passed between the two men and Bert McDowell extended out the hand of friendship to his new neighbor.
