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
"Oh Bill, don't be so stubborn," said Nancy as she walked from across the room and stood beside him. "There's nothing you can do about it now."
Yes, thought Bill Roberts, her young, well built husband. That was the whole problem. She had worked behind his back and gotten herself hired by Martin Cantrell even after he told her not to, and now it was too late. He sat in his chair and looked out over the gaily lit downtown area of St. Paul. Nancy tossed her full head of light red, luscious full hair out of her eyes and looked directly at her dark husband.
"You know we can use the money, even the little bit the weekend will give us. Besides, how much can it hurt?"
Gazing at his wife, Bill was finding it hard to really think of an answer. She always looked good, especially when she tried to be angry, and she was really trying to look that way now. Her thin sweater seemed to cling to her chest like another layer of skin, and her breasts were jutting from behind it like two perfect mounds of fleshy mountains. He could see very clearly her tight breast nipples, enraged by her anger heated blood pumping through her curvaceous body, making her luscious skin glow with a sensuous red flush. Her hips flared out and formed a luscious base on which she rested her delightful looking pubic area, tightly outlined by the dark pants suit she usually wore during the night. Her cuntal crevice was clearly defined by the riding up of her pants into her sensuous pussy slit. Jesus, thought Bill, with a body like that talking to him, how could he possibly be expected to keep his mind on what she was saying? It was all he could do to keep himself from ripping off all her clothes and fucking her right then and there.
His eyes roamed hungrily over the beautiful luscious form standing in front of him, trying to convince him that she had done the right thing. He burned his gaze on her round, apple-shaped breasts, hardly hidden by her sweater, and he relished the memories of having them cupped in his hands, kneading and squeezing them, pinching the rose-tipped nipples and feeling her naked body thrash and writhe as they fucked the living daylights out of each other. They had only been married for seven months, but each night they spent hours roaming their hands over each other's bodies, and for a brief moment he could actually feel his fingers plunging into her sensuously wet pussy slit.
Even her pants suit couldn't hide that shape her legs had, a shape that Bill had seen only on the most luscious of Hollywood movie stars, and no matter where she had come from, he knew that if she had really put her mind to it, she might have become a glamorous sex-symbol. She really had the body for it.
Nancy noticed that her husband was not paying any attention to what she was saying.
"Bill!" she said sharply. "Are you listening to me?"
Her angry tone brought him back to his senses.
"Now honey," he said, trying to soothe her anger with his voice. "I've already told you what I think of the whole thing. I don't want you to come with me and that is that."
He tried to make his voice sound as though that was the end of the argument, but Nancy would have none of it. She gritted her teeth and tried to collect her thoughts. She usually found it hard to think when she got angry, and her husband was making her more angry now than he had at another time in their marriage. He was so bull-headed about certain things. He had never wanted her to take the job Martin Cantrell had offered, and she couldn't understand why. After all, it wasn't the easiest thing in the world being cooped up in their lovely home while her husband went out to teach every day. Ever since they had arrived in St. Paul when they were first married, he had gone to his class room and come home with exciting stories about the things that happened between him and his eighty students, and she had nothing to tell him except how she had swept the floors, cleaned the dishes, dusted the furniture. Not that she really minded keeping a good home for her husband, but she knew that there were other things to be had in life than being a house wife. When Bill had come home and told her that he had been asked to attend a camping trip with one of the local Boy Scout troops, she had been really happy for him. He had told her that he had been asked because of his work in the school. Since he knew many of the boys that would be going, Martin Cantrell figured that he would be a valuable asset on the trip.
It had only been the next day when Martin had called her and told her that wives were often brought by their husbands, and that the services of a secretary would also be welcome. She had jumped at the chance to spend a camping weekend with her husband, something they had not done since they had been married, and she thought he would be happy to have her along.
She was wrong. When she told him that she had accepted Martin's offer when he came home today, he gave her the cold, steely gaze that she had come to learn was his way of telling her she had gone against his wishes. Well... She was tired of being treated like a brainless sex-object. She had a mind and she was determined to prove it. At first she thought it was really cute that he treated her like a fragile china doll that might break if she moved too quickly, but that novelty had worn off. She wanted to start making her own decisions, and if he didn't like it, well, that was just too bad.
She met his eyes with a fury of her own, something he had not seen in her for quite some time.
"That may be that for you," she said, keeping her voice steady and even, "but for me, it's too late. I'm not calling Martin and telling him I can't go. I can go, and that is really that. Now, what are you going to do about it?"
Bill seethed with anger at his wife's standing against him, but it passed quickly. After all, she was a good wife, even if she did have some sexual hang-ups in bed. He really wished she would learn her place in life and be the good wife she promised him she would be, but the damage was done now. And after all, the thought of having her fuck him in the great outdoors was beginning to look good in his mind.
"Well," she said in a teasing voice. "I asked you what you were going to do about it."
She moved even closer to him and put her arms around his head, knowing exactly what she could do to make him happy. Sending her tongue into his ear, she felt him shiver as she awakened his sexual fires.
"Now you stop that," he said, trying to make his voice sound convincing. It was useless. This horny little bitch really knew the things that turned him on, and as her tongue lashed out gently in his ear, followed by lascivious light blowing, he began to feel his penis grow rapidly in his pants. She was destroying his sense of anger, knowing that he would not long be able to hold himself back. After all, he really did want to fuck her now, fuck her harder and more powerfully than at any other time since they had been married except once on their honeymoon, and that was because she had stood up to him then as well. They had been married only two days, and Bill had been delighted in breaking her hymen. He knew that she had been a virgin before they were married, and although he had fucked a lot of women, none of them had been virgins. His wife was sweet and innocent, and when they were in bed for the first time together, she unleashed a sexual fury he had never seen before, and it gave him an idea. Driving into town, he bought her the sheerest black nightie, so transparent that even as he held it up for her to look at, he couldn't believe he was holding anything. He wanted her to put it on so he could see her lust-swollen breasts and sex-taut nipples behind the sheer lace. She had looked at him with horror in her eyes, and she flatly refused to wear the flimsy gown. No matter what he said, she would not put on the disgusting garment. She said something stupid about it making her seem like a whore, which was exactly what he wanted her to be for the night. He wanted nothing less than the hottest little slut he could turn his wife into, a blazing little cunt that would wear him out and drive him insane with her fucking. But she had stood up to him then, and in the end, he gave up trying to make his sweet wife a hot little bitch. The night they spent after that was indeed better than Bill could have imagined. It was as though his wife was fucking him harder than was possible as she tried to make up to him in her own way. Jesus, he thought as he looked at her deep blue eyes, wide with excitement as she tried to take his mind off what he was telling her tonight, she hadn't fucked him like that since they came back from their honeymoon. But now that she had seen that she made him angry, it could be that night all over again. By trying to please him after she went against him, he reasoned that she would try to make it up in bed by taking him for a real ride.
Nancy knew what she was doing. Bending her body over her still slightly angry husband, she paid no attention to his demands that she stop her sexual arousement. After all, she knew that sex was the one thing he would never want her to stop. Continuing to blow in his ear, she reached out with her slender hand and rubbed his burgeoning penis under his pants. Usually she did not like to touch him there when he was fully clothed, but she decided that she would make an exception. Rubbing her hand firmly along his swelling cock, she delighted in his long hardness, and she could feel it throb and pulse in his pants.
Moving in front of him, she pressed her lip-stick rimmed lips against his open and surprised mouth, and she surprised herself as she drove her tongue deeply into his throat. It was something she usually didn't do, and Bill reached up to grab her before she changed her mind. Holding her face tightly against his mouth, he met her tongue in his gullet, and sent it back into her own mouth, following it with his own sexually stiffened wet organ. He felt the pink member rake against her separated teeth, and thrilled at the tiny stabs of pain burning into his tongue. Reaching down from her face, he moved his strong hands along her back and coursed them to her front, cupping her perfect breasts in his massive palms. She did nothing to move away, and a shiver of delight raced through his body. This could be as good as that night on their honeymoon, he thought as he squeezed her growing breasts lightly, feeling her tightened breast nipples against the front of his palms. They were like little rocks, firm and hard against his hands, and as he constricted his finger muscles around her chest apples, they slipped around under her sweater and rested between his closing fingers. Bringing his fingers together, he felt that they had become entrapped between his fore and fuck fingers, and he tightened his gripping hands, he pinched their sex-sensitive nerve endings, causing her to tremble her entire body. She still had her hand resting on his blood-bloated penis, and as the blissful pain from his nipple squeezing raced through her body, she wrapped her fingers around as much of his cock as she could, tightening her grasp on the seething ridge of flesh, throbbing and pulsing as more lust-heated blood swelled it to an incredible size.
Pushing her away from his face gently, he looked into her lewdly twinkling eyes.
"God, I want to fuck you, baby. I want to fuck you so badly. I can't wait any longer. I want to fuck you right now."
Ordinarily his obscene language made her cringe, but now she found that it only made her grip his massive cock tighter, and she stroked it through his almost ripping pants firmly.
"Really," she said in a teasing voice. "Well, I want you too. Right now."
She released her tight grip on his penis and straightened up, walking to the bedroom and giving him a little glance over her shoulder to see if he was following her.
At first he just stared at her. She had never acted like this before, and he still thought he could feel her constricting fingers around his prick. She must really be feeling guilty about doing what he had told her not to do. And now it was she that was inviting him into the bedroom.
Well, what was he sitting there for? She certainly hadn't left him to practice playing cat's cradle. She wanted him to fuck her, and that was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to fuck her. Getting up from his soft chair, he almost ran across the living room to the bedroom, and threw open the door in eager impatience. His eyes met hers, and just as quickly, he removed them from her stare and fixed them on her breasts.
She had already taken off her sweater and bra, exposing her luscious mounds in their full glory. He had never seen them so luscious and swollen before. Usually she preferred to wait for a while before she let herself go, but she was really hot for him now. As he burst into the room, she stopped her stripping, and turned her half naked body toward him to give him a full view of her glans. Heaving slightly as she took a deep breath, they seemed to thrust out at him, two mounds of apple-shaped flesh, firm and well rounded, firm and well rounded, and almost as red as large ripe apples, topped with hard, pebble-sized cherries that looked back at him like blazing eyes, glaring deep into his body and burning through his aroused torso. Just the sight of them was enough to make any man cum in his pants, but Bill had no intention of doing that. He wanted to ram his expanded penis as deeply into her cunt as he could, wanted to feel her buttery soft pussy lips grasping tightly around his cock as he thrust his swollen member again and again into her seething cuntal folds.
"Well," she said, taking her eyes away from his and looking down to her tight pants. "What are you waiting for? Hell to freeze over?"
That was all he needed to break the trance the sight of her corpulent breasts had put him in. Rapidly unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants, he stripped his body and walked over to her now naked form, his thick, elongated cock bouncing as he took gliding steps. Even though he had often seen his wife in the nude, this seemed to be a special occasion. Again looking at her breasts, he took a deep breath at their amazing beauty. Moving his eyes down further, he thrilled at her flat, luscious belly, curving inward and perfectly at her rounded hips, accented by the pucker of her belly button. It looked like another eye staring at him from the center of her stomach, and surrounded by her soft, velvet like skin, glowing with the sexual excitement she had brought upon herself. Her hips were like an inverted base, held up by her firm, shapely thighs, creamy white and silky soft as she revolved them slowly and sensually. And there! How could he even avoid the bright red cuntal triangle blazing from her loins like a small fire capable of heating his cock to incredible temperatures. It looked like a wispy flame resting at the opening of her pussy hole, a warning flame that said her cunt was reserved only for her husband's burning torch-like cock, and nothing else. Already it was glistening with droplets from her slightly gyrating hips, small amounts of jewel-sized droplets emanating from her moist cuntal slit. Her almost cum seeped from her empty pussy lips, a chamber that Bill did not intend to keep empty for very long. As he walked across the room, he held his turgid cock in his hand and pressed the rubbery tip against her creamy belly flesh.
Nancy felt as though a fiery torch had been placed against her nakedly smooth belly, burning into her womb and searing through her lasciviously nude body. Opening her mouth, she greeted his bruising, torrid kiss fully on her lusciously full lips, and accepted his tongue worming deeply into her mouth. She sensed that tonight was something special, and she wanted to make sure that she gave her husband her all. Reaching between their tightly pressing bodies, she enveloped his pulsing cock in her hand and stroked it gently, feeling his whole body respond to her light masturbation.
Bill reached his hands along her ribcage and grabbed her small buttock cheeks. Pulling her tightly against him, he pressed his boiling cock firmly against her quivering belly, delighting at the sensations she was causing as she rubbed her firm breasts against his hair covered chest, pressing her nipples tightly against his muscled body. The force with which he pulled her to him flattened her mounds against her, and her rock-hard nipples felt like little pebbles against him. Again running his hands along her shaking, naked body, he pushed her away from him so that he could cup her fleshy mounds in his hands, thrilling at their throbbing as a surge of lust-heated blood coursed to her breasts. Despite their firmness, they were like cups of butter in his hands, and he squeezed them forcefully, sending a shiver through her body. She arched her back, and pressed her cuntal mound against his quivering thighs, and Bill could feel her seething, moist hotness along her cuntal slit. Her whole vagina seemed to be engulfed in a liquid fire, and as a trickle of cum ran down his legs, he stopped trying to control his body. Bending down, he grabbed her behind her knees, and lifted her naked form off the floor, cradling her in his powerful arms and carrying her across the room to the bed.
Even as he held her, he could see her pussy lips spread apart as her legs dangled over his arms. Her bright red pubic hair was begging for penetration, and that was exactly what he was going to do it. Laying her down on the bed, he saw her go almost limp in anticipation of her husbands weight fall on top of her. She spread her legs and offered her cunt to him, gasping as she waited to feel the first contact of his bulbous penis tip along her aching vaginal slit.
Bill looked at her as she gyrated her hips into the mattress, knowing that her movements would drive him insane with wanton sexual desires. Her hips were revolving slowly and sensually, their nakedness exciting him as he watched her cunt undulate and turn in small circles. He knew that she was waiting for him to ram his cock into her churning cunt, and he wanted to very much, but as he watched the syrup-like pussy revolve, he wanted first to eat her, something she did not like him to do. Well, tough. She was really hot now, and he would make her even hotter as he sent his tongue gushing into her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and he knew that he would be able to send his tongue ramming into her hot little pussy before she got a chance to stop him. He wanted to suck and drink at her cunt more than anything right now, and he was not about to let his wife's sexual hang-ups hold him back.
Pressing his face against the seething crack between her legs, he lashed out with his tongue along her hotly seeping cuntal slit. Immediately she stiffened her body at the repulsive act.
"Please, Bill," she whimpered. "Not there. Don't kiss me there. Kiss me on the lips."
Bill pretended not to hear her. In fact, he almost didn't hear her. He was too busy lashing his turgidly stiffened pink organ along her churning cuntal orifice, and it was something he wasn't about to stop just because his wife asked him to. He had wanted to lick her delicious cunt ever since they were married. He had taught her many things about sex since then, and he figured it was time for another lesson. Sending his tongue an inch into her thrashing vagina, he felt her body quiver and tighten as she pressed her thighs together to prevent him from continuing his perverse action.
Bill looked at her clasped thighs and smiled. So she thinks she can prevent me from licking that hot little cunt of hers, does she? he thought. Well, she has another thing coming to that empty mind of hers. Running his tongue along her trembling thighs, starting at her knees, he inched his way along the writhing body beneath him. Her head was thrashing wildly on the pillow and her whole body was churning as he crept with his wet, searing organ along the valley between her legs, inching closer and closer to her Venus mound. As he crept toward her gyrating cunt, he got exactly the reaction he expected. She was whimpering in low, throaty moans, begging him not to continue.
"Please, Bill, please. I don't want you to do it. Don't kiss my cunt."
But there was no conviction in her voice. As he ran his tongue along her nakedly shivering legs and came closer to her writhing pussy hair, she felt a wave of searing fires course and ripple through her body, burning along her love- heated blood stream and race to her near exploding cuntal split. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and against all her control, she opened her legs widely to allow her cunt sucking husband to enter the wetly soft folds of her hotly churning cunt. As Bill licked closer to the dangling wisps of her red pubic mound, she drew up her knees and dropped them open, lewdly spreading her pussy orifice and exposing her steaming slit to her husband's lashing tongue. From between her wildly parted knees she could see the wantonly lewd expression on her lover's pussy licking face, and she shuddered convulsively as she watched his long, pink tongue enter the cuntal valley of her wide open thighs. Suddenly she shut her eyes and lavished her mind as the whole room seemed to explode in her head. He had plunged his seething, hot tongue deeply into her cuntal chamber, reaching deep into her hole as he ran the thick organ around her vaginal walls, licking and slurping at the flood of cuntal lubrication she was washing into his face. Her whole body seemed gripped in the rushing torrent of a million all consuming fires, raging and blazing throughout her pubic area, and centering on her tongue-penetrated pussy lips.
She was beyond rational thought as her pussy-licking husband lashed out with his tongue and rammed the turgid thickness deeply into the searing hotness of her churning cunt. The torching pain was excruciating, and her whole nakedly quivering body writhed and spasmed as ,he rammed his tongue again and again into the churning cuntal depths. It was nothing short of incredible, and she wished he had forced himself on her like this before. Reaching along her lust-shattered body, she gripped the sides of his vagina lapping head and pulled him against her stretched pussy lips, driving his face tightly against the fine mist spraying from her vibrating, pulsing cunt and into his face. Each lash of his surging tongue was like a gorging stab from a red-hot sword ramming into her cuntal depths, burning and searing her vaginal walls in a blissfully agonizing all-encompassing anguish. Pressing his head firmly against her lewdly naked cunt, she allowed him to drive his tongue all the way into her churning wetly soft depths, and she felt the organ revolve around along her vaginal walls, lapping and drinking her hotly, lustfully produced cum, and she felt her pussy muscles constrict around his depraved tongue.
Bill mentally smiled at his wife's sudden coming to life. He knew the effect he was having on her as he reached his tongue into the churning depths of her gushiness, trying to reach with it her clitoral bud deep in her vagina, and he relished the writhing and trembling of her naked body lewdly sprawled beneath him. Arching his eyebrows, he watched her thrash and toss her head between her out-stretched knees, and he knew that his cunt-sucking was producing her orgasm. He himself was feeling hot in his engorged cock, and his bloated penis was rubbing against the bed sheets. That was turning him into a lust-controlled animal, but he was getting tired of merely licking cunt. He wanted to feel her churning depths grasping his cock, and he wanted to fuck his wife right now. He knew that she would not want him to remove his mouth from her vagina, but that was too bad.
He could feel his sperm laden balls ache for relief, and while his cunt sucking was doing delirious things to his prim little wife, and even though he loved eating this deliciously hot pussy, he wanted even more to ram the full lust length of his bloated cock into her spasming cunt.
With a violent surge of strength he ripped his face from her nakedly exposed pussy lips, only a split second before Nancy closed her legs around his head in an attempt to hold him against her vibrating cunt.
"No," she whined. "Please, suck me. Kiss me down there. I was about to cum. Don't stop."
Her husband crawled over her trembling body and smiled almost sadistically at her.
"So you want me to kiss your cunt, do you?"
"Yes. Kiss my cunt. Lick my pussy. I want your tongue in my vagina."
"Wouldn't you rather have my cock instead?" he asked in a childish voice.
She was beyond reason. Her whole body was vibrating violently, and she could think of nothing except the piercing ache burning in her cunt, a torching, searing fire that was seething and boiling in her vagina. Her hips were undulating wildly against the bed and air, and -she wanted to feel anything ramming in her cunt. His vaginal licking had really unleashed sexual fires she didn't know she had, and she was tossing and reeling her body like a woman possessed with the all consuming fires of lust. Her cunt convulsed and throbbed with violent spasms, and all she knew was that Bill had removed his wetly hot tongue from her hungry pussy, and she wanted it back.
"I don't care what you do," she said mindlessly.
"Yes you do," he answered. "You want me to fuck you, and I want to hear you say it."
She couldn't think clearly. He had taken his massive, blue-veined penis in his hand and was running the rubbery tip along her lush, honeyed cuntal opening, lightly touching the slit with the bulbous head of her blood-engorged penis. Her mind was wracked with a sheet of flame, driving all conscious thought from her. Each pass of his turgid spear along her freely flowing cunt inflamed the burning in her vagina. She tried to instinctively send her hips down, tried to engulf his lust-bloated mass of searing flesh in her quivering, aching cuntal lips, but he was too fast for her. As she drove her gyrating cunt against his massive, broiling cock, he backed away, keeping his mushroom shaped head barely touching the greedy pussy lips of his lust- maddened wife.
Frenzied waves of lascivious delight seared through her thrashing body like a flood of sheer lust, but no matter how hard she sent her thrashing hips against his cock tip, he always managed to keep it rubbing against her twittering cuntal split. Lewd moans of sexual desperation grunted from her throat, but it was no use. She couldn't entrap his penis in her cunt unless she said those awful words.
"Come on, woman," sneered Bill. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Fuck me. Is that what you wanted me to say. I want to you to fuck me long and hard. I want you to drive your cock in my cunt and never remove it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
Hearing herself actually say those awful things excited her further, and even though she wanted to fell his torrid mass ramming into her cuntal softness before she had said them, she wanted him in her vagina even more. His cunt licking had driven her near insane, and if she didn't feel his turgid, searing mass of blood-swollen flesh thrusting in her cunt, she would definitely become mad.
Hearing the obscene words from his wife made Bill smile with a profound sense of satisfaction. He had long wanted her to say them, and now that she had, he knew that she was learning her sex lessons quickly. But he had no time to think about such things now. He had promised to ram his cock into her cunt if she told him she wanted him to fuck her, and now was the time. Kneeling over her palpitating cunt, he held his bloated penis in his hand and aimed for the narrow opening of her vaginal hole. Placing the rubbery tipped, angry red head of his burgeoned cock against the hot, wet vaginal orifice, he slid his massive cock into her cuntal chamber, inching slowly as he pushed his slippery rod all the way to her pussy depths, stopping only when his sperm-bloated balls slapped against her hair covered cunt. He could feel her cuntal lips tightly grasping his prick, and as he rammed his cock into its sheath, he heard his wanton wife shriek out with an ear piercing yell of lust and delight.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee! You're ripping me in half!"
Bill couldn't have cared less. In fact, he was hoping that he would rip her in half, hoping that his massive cock would turn her lower body into one huge cunt. Almost removing his cock, he again slid it into her pussy, thrusting it deeply into her hole with force and lust-incited brutality. The buttery softness of her grasping pussy lips around his surging member was like being in heaven, and he immediately began the rhythmic motions in her cunt, thrusting and ramming his penis in an effort to touch her deeply planted clitoral bud with the burning tip of his swollen prick.
Nancy had never felt his cock so big before. Each time he fucked her was like a new experience, but this time, his cock seemed to be twice the size she was used to. 'It must have been because he was licking my cunt,' she thought. It was the only fleeting idea that passed through her mind. She became aware of nothing except the thrusting and retreating of his blood-bloated cock, plunging into her seething cuntal depths and holding there for the briefest moment, and pulling out before being ready for another violently welcome thrust. She began to thrash her hips and cunt wildly, without rhythm, thrusting her hips upwards to meet the deep plunges of her cunt ramming cock, and thrilling at the sensations of his massive, sperm-laden slapping against her pussy lips. Her legs were split as far apart as she could send them, and she bent her knees and wrapped them around her husband, lifting her lower body off the bed and locking her legs at the ankles near his waist. There was no way she could spread her pussy lips open any further, so to help him increase the depth of his cock, she reached out and grabbed his buttocks, pulling his hips down on top of her with all her lust-increased strength.
Bill had never seen his wife so alive in bed before. Usually she just laid there and gyrated her hips a little, but now she was fucking like a mad woman. He bet she would let him suck her cunt more often after this, he thought. As he thrashed his body forcefully down on his crazily fucking wife, he noticed that he could feel sperm begin to rise from his balls, along his deeply penetrating cock and come to rest at his fist-sized tip. Each inward plunge was creating additional delirious fires along his prick, and he gritted his teeth and tightened his powerful pubic muscles, holding the boiling sperm as it pressed against his bulbous head.
Nancy could feel her vaginal walls rubbing against her husband's wonderful cock, and her hips were moving in little circles, drawing his whole body with her as she thrashed and tossed her totally fucking body in wild and random patterns. Each inward plunge of her husband's cock sent his Herculean prick deeper and deeper into the writhing, churning depths of her burning vagina. As she met his inward thrusts with her own upwards thrusts, she sent her body splashing against his balls, and her nearly flooding feminine juices created lewdly obscene sucking sounds in their fusing pubic regions. She tightened her body convulsively against her fucking husband, increasing the burning fires he had ignited with his cunt-lapping tongue. She felt wonderfully alive, and to prove it to her husband, she began to pull apart the fleshy cheeks of his ass, sending him still deeper into her almost exploding cuntal depths.
She began to make low, throaty grunts as she tried to keep her breath against the insistent ramming of her husband's deeply plunging cock, and her hips began slapping against her husband's faster and more randomly as she lost control of her body all together. His naked chest was rubbing against the sex-taut nipples of her wildly splayed breasts, sending searing fires shooting along her crazily fucking body and centering against her achingly stretched pussy lips, increased still further by the constant and controlled plunging of Bill's cum-slippery hole in and out of her wildly split cuntal folds.
Her thighs were becoming covered with a thin film of hot, sticky cum, splashed onto her split legs by her husband's piston-like penis, driving up and down like a sex-heated engine in the well lubricated cuntal cylinder. The hot liquid flowing along her wildly churning legs increased her tempo, and she actually began to match her husband, thrust for thrust, plunge with bursting, boiling plunge as she felt her vaginal walls tighten against her will. It could only mean one thing. She was starting to cum. She gritted her teeth and held her breath, holding her clear, slippery juices in her cuntal chamber for as long as she could. She wanted to feel his swollen penis ramming and plunging into her cunt forever, and the thought of cumming so soon frightened her. It would end everything. She would have to prevent it. Trying to relax her pubic muscles, she thrashed her body out of rhythm again in an effort to keep her cunt from exploding around her husband's wildly penetrating cock.
Bill could feel her try and control her orgasm, and he too wanted to prolong his fucking for as long as he could. He could feel his burgeoned penis slip and slide easily around her cuntal folds. Each inward thrust was like heaven as he allowed her cunt to engulf his long, thick prick. Moving his head over hers, he impressed a firm, lust-impassioned kiss on her wildly tossing face, holding her lips open as he began to worm his tongue deeply into her gullet, increasing the thrashing of her crazily fucking body. She seemed to swallow his wet organ with the same greed her cunt was enveloping his cock, and as his tongue was sent deeply into her throat, he rammed his penis home for that one last, final plunge. It was happening. The raging, burning sensations along his penis were finally coming to a head, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried now, he would not be able to keep his seething sperm in his muscle any longer. Stiffening his body, he held his cock deeply in her cuntal depths and allowed his milky-white, hotly thick sperm to explode from his penis in a torrential flood of cum. As he felt his first monumental surge pulse from his dilated penis crack, he again resumed his violent thrustings, and with each inward ramming of his erupting cock planted another jet of thick sperm deep in her gyrating cuntal chamber. Again and again his penis constricted and forced another surge of his sperm into her pussy sheath. Plunging his bursting prick deeply in his wife's rapidly undulating clitoris, he sent his seething, steaming cum flowing toward her clitoral bud, and he thought that if he arched his back as hard as he could, he could actually touch the bottom of her belly with his volcanic prick.
Nancy was feeling her husband's flowing cum wash through her cuntal chamber, flowing like a churning, hot, thick river in the internal valley of her vagina. It did nothing to relax her cuntal muscles. In fact, as soon as she felt the burning liquid wash against her pussy lips, she stiffened her whole body, and, tightening her legs violently around her lover's exploding body, she burst her cum into the internal wash of his flooding sperm, meeting his river of sperm with the clear sticky flood of her seething feminine juices. Her entire body seemed ready to burst like a man-made lake held back by her tightly constricted cuntal muscles, a lake that was suddenly released in a surge of fury and passion. Arching her whole thrashing body upwards against Bill's suddenly still cock, she rammed her clitoral bud against the erupting crack of his exploding penis and flooded her nearly sperm filled cuntal passage with her own cum, mingling with the thick hotness of her milky liquid and rushing from her tight, penis clasping pussy lips like an oil well gushing violently. The hybrid juices seemed to spurt from Nancy's up-ended cunt.
Their mingled cums surged out of her pussy lips and flowed out of her still thrashing cuntal hole like a well that had been dug by her husband's deeply gouging prick and flowed along her shaking thighs. Again and again she rammed her hips against his still inward plunging cock until, just as she feared, it was all over. Together they slowed their movements as they reached their eagerly sought orgasm. They tried to prolong their incredible fuck for as long as they could, but it was over. The heavenly feeling of their intertwined sexual organs was fast coming to an end. Finally Bill ceased his body bouncing all together, and he collapsed on his wife's slightly cringing body in a heap of exhaustion.
Nancy felt her husband stop his wanton fucking, and she gave her body a final upward thrust before she, too, ceased her thrusting and released his body from her tightly clasping legs. He fell to the bed, and together they panted as they caught their breaths.
Bill had never felt so satisfied from fucking his wife, not even that first night when she had tried to go against his demands and tried to make it up later. Turning his head to see her deeply heaving body next to his, he reached out with a tired hand and engulfed her still sex-swollen breast, kneading it gently and pressing the hard nipple against the palm of his hand. She seemed to come to life again, but she was too satiated from her bout to fuck anymore. Her chest heaved up and down as she took deep lungs full of air.
"That was wonderful," he hissed in her ear. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, too exhausted to say anything. She was still delighting in the jerking surges ebbing through her cum and sweat covered body, jerky spasms that were continuing to wrack against her cuntal lips, a pussy orifice that had been stretched brutally and blissfully by her husband's greater than normally expanded penis. Feeling the trickle of burning juices resting on her inner thighs was sensational. It seemed to burn through her silky soft skin like hot lava.
And to think it had all started because he had sucked and licked at her cunt. At first she had found it repulsive, but after he had ignited her sexual fires, she had wanted nothing but for him to kiss her pussy. It had been a wonderful feeling, and she knew that she would want him to do it to her every time they fucked.
As far as Bill was concerned, her letting him lick and kiss her vagina was only the first new step she was taking in her lessons on sex. The next time, he thought, he would make her suck his cock. He had wanted her to fuck him with her mouth, but preferred to wait until he saw how she would come along. Next time, it would be time for a total lesson.
CHAPTER TWO
The gentle rolling hills of the Boy Scout camp only twenty miles outside of St. Paul were utterly captivating as far as Nancy was concerned. The hills were covered with trees of all sorts, and it looked like the perfect place for a weekend camp. The site had been carefully carved out of the woods and even though it had many of the comforts of home, it also had a flavor of the rugged outdoors.
"I think it's lovely," she said to Martin as she stood in front of the camp headquarter building.
"Yes it is," he answered. "The Boy Scout council looked long and hard for this place. In fact, they found it so nice that they decided to put a Girl Scout camp right across the river, not one mile from this very building. At the end of the weekend we get together with them and have a real party."
Nancy couldn't take her eyes off the lovely view, but she was here on business and not to look at the trees, so she followed Martin into the camp office. The wooden building was very clean and efficient looking, and there was a modern desk against one wall, and despite the ruggedness of the building, there was an electric typewriter sitting on top.
"In case you hadn't guessed," said Martin, "that desk is where you'll be spending much of the days during the weekend. Now I have to get into the inner office and make sure that everything is being coordinated."
He left her alone, and she walked over to the desk. For some reason she was almost afraid to sit in it. She felt as though she were in some sort of happy dream, and sitting in the desk chair might wake her up. But she overcame this silly idea and sat down in the comfortable chair. She immediately felt at home. Even though she was only twenty-three, she had been a part-time secretary before, and she knew how to use a typewriter. She knew how to use most of the simple office machines she found in the office, and she was wondering why it was necessary for so many machines in a Boy Scout camp. Her thoughts were both interrupted and answered as Martin came out of his office with an armload of papers.
"Nancy," he said. "I need these typed up by the end of the night."
"What is it?" she asked, looking at the messy bundle.
"It's a list of all the campers we have here for the weekend. We have to know just who we have in this camp."
Nancy looked at the pile. It looked like a poorly compiled list of names, and she couldn't quite understand why it was so large.
"How many boys are here for the weekend?" she asked.
"We have at least six hundred boys here, but we have to know for sure."
Nancy whistled softly. This was something new to her. She had come with the idea that there would be only thirty, or at the most forty. No wonder they needed a secretary with six hundred people.
"What's my husband doing now?" she asked, wondering if his job was going to be as hard as hers.
"He's back at one of the campsites, helping the kids set up. He ought to be at the counselor's cabin by midnight, and you can join him there, if you finish."
The tone in his voice told her that she was there to do a job, and that if she worked at it, then, and only then would she be able to have fun. He seemed to sense that she understood his meaning, and just before he walked away, he gave her a quick wink. For a brief moment, it seemed as though he was staring at her. Their eyes met, and Nancy felt a cold, icy shiver race down her spine. For a second, she could feel nothing but her blood rushing through her body, swelling her breasts and making the nipples taut behind the sheer bra she had worn for the trip. She couldn't understand the feeling, and almost as soon as it had started, it was gone, and Martin left her to do whatever he had to do in his own office.
She looked at the pile of names he had placed on her desk. Some of them were already typed, and she would be able to copy them with little problem, but most of them had been hand-written, and many of them by the campers themselves. They were very hard to read and would take a long time to rewrite. Well, she thought, may as well get to it. She very much wanted to spend the night with her husband, and as it was already six o'clock, she had better hurry if she wanted to finish by midnight. Opening one of the desk drawers she reached inside for the sheet of paper. She found the paper all right, but her hand hit something else as well, and she pulled it out to see what it was.
It was a manila envelope. She looked at it for a moment. It was tied and not gummed, which meant that she could open it without breaking any seal, but she wondered if she should do it. After all, it probably belonged to the regular secretary and was really none of her business. She put it to one side and began compiling her list. For a while everything was fine, and she breezed through the names with no problems.
But her eyes kept returning to the envelope. Even as she typed the names, her eyes were riveted on the thing, and she began making mistakes in her work. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't focus on her job, and finally she turned off the typewriter and stared at the thing.
What could be in it, she wondered? Certainly nothing very important, or it would have been removed. Why did it play on her mind so much? Usually she was not this curious about things that were none of her business, but she could sense something about the envelope that she didn't understand. She started to reach for it, but caught herself. The memory of her husband sucking and licking her pussy burned in her mind, and she wanted him to do it again tonight. If she spent her time thinking about the envelope, she would never be able to spend the night with her husband, and she very much wanted him. She was even thinking of taking him to the woods. She had never been fucked on the ground, and she figured that it would be a really nice experience.
Returning to her work, she typed quickly, trying to catch up. But it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop looking at the flat package. Turning off her typewriter again, she sighed. It was no use. She would never be able to get anything done until she looked inside, and after that, she knew it would never bother her again. Picking it up, she held it in her hands, trying to learn what was inside. It seemed as though it contained two cardboard protectors preventing it from being accidentally bent. Wouldn't it be ironic, she thought, if it contained nothing but the cardboard? It would probably serve her right if she had been held from her job by two simple pieces of paper. She unwrapped the string around the small metal rivets and lifted up the flap.
Immediately she could see the two cardboard protectors, but she could also see that there was something in between them. It looked as though they were pictures, and she pulled them out, fully expecting photos of the camp; and she removed the cardboard, hoping to see what the camp looked like at other times.
She was shocked at what she saw. They were not pictures of the camp at all. In fact they were the most obscene lewd photos she had ever seen. The first one was an eight by ten glossy of a girl, hardly older than seventeen, completely nude and resting on the massive penis of an unseen man. Her naked body covered the face of the man, but she had spread her legs and opened her cuntal lips, allowing the man's cock to penetrate her dark-haired vagina. There was a lewdly depraved smile on her face, and her breasts were obviously swollen in sexual excitement.
Nancy couldn't believe it. Her first impulse was to ram the pictures back into the envelope, but she was too shocked to move. How could anyone actually do something like that and allow themselves to be photographed? And what were they doing in the desk of a Boy Scout office? What kind of a person was the regular secretary? Almost against her will, she removed the first obscene photo and looked in horror at the second. She couldn't believe what she saw.
A camera had been placed within inches of a girl's widely splayed vagina, and between her lewdly stretched-out legs, Nancy could see her face, smiling as she allowed a man to place his incredibly long and thick cock in her ovaled lips. The man was straddling her naked body above her head as her hands wrapped around his hair-covered legs. The light used for the photo was reflected in the girl's cunt, and made her whole pubic area glisten as though it were covered with little sequins. Her creamy white thighs contrasted sharply with her cuntal hair, and her legs were spread apart so far that her pussy lips were clearly visible.
Nancy gulped at the sight. How could any woman allow a man to insert his penis in her mouth? And how could she actually engulf its massive size as fully as she was? It was so big that she could not even close her hand totally around the mouth-fucking pillar. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man's penis in her mouth, to feel it throbbing and pulsing deep in her gullet and to try and drink the jetting semen flowing down her throat. It was impossible. She could never do anything like that, no matter what happened to her if she didn't. Surely her husband would never force her to take his cock in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the next picture.
Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw. The same girl in the second picture was also in the third. The camera had moved away to show two people with their mouths on each other's sexual organs. What was the phrase? she thought to herself. Sixty-nine. It was incredible. The man was bending over the woman's widely spread legs, his tongue blatant as he inserted it between the girl's up-thrust cunt, lapping at her pussy greedily. His own pubic area was planted over the girl's mouth, and his cock was enveloped by the lewd woman's lips. Her hands were on the man's thighs, pushing them apart as she had the man's shaft deep in her mouth. Her breasts were huge and blood-swollen, and her nipples blazoned against the milky-whiteness of her creamy glans.
Nancy tried to put the pictures back in the envelope, but she was frozen by their lewdness. The girls couldn't be older than teenagers. How was it possible for them to be engaged in such perverse actions? What type of girls were these? Obviously they were some sort of perverts. No normal person, man or woman, would allow themselves to be caught in such depraved and perverse actions, if they performed them at all. And she couldn't think of any people who would stoop so low as to do any of the things she was seeing these strange people do.
Almost against her will, she raised her hand and held it tightly against her breast. The pictures had excited her more than she thought, and the blood rushing to her chest was causing her nipples to press into her bra uncomfortably. Touching her breast only made things worse, as she felt a strange tingle caused by her touch. She removed her fingers from her front protrusions violently, as though she had to force herself from touching her body. She wished she had never found the evil envelope, and had controlled her curiosity and kept the damnable thing closed. But it was too late now. She was controlled by forces outside her body, and she turned the third picture over and looked at the fourth.
She nearly fainted. It was impossible. A full frontal shot of a totally nude woman actually sitting on the penis of a man, his thick spear thrust deeply into her butterflyed pussy lips, ripping them open with his massiveness. She was leaning back, arching her cunt against his ravishing shaft, her head tossed back with a wantonly depraved smile on her widely parted lips. Nancy couldn't believe the size of the man's penis. It was too deep for her to see how long it was, but she could see the turgid thickness clearly. It seemed to be splitting the girl's cunt in half, and she was loving it. Nancy knew how large her husband's penis was, but this man's was even larger, and Nancy wondered how the girl could stand the intense pain. The girl looked as though she were only fifteen, but her body was full and luscious. Even so, her cunt was small and tightly grasping the man's burly thickness between her remarkably stretched cuntal lips, holding him deep inside her teenaged pussy. Nancy could see that the man had his hands on her creamy white thighs, pulling them apart as he rammed his immense penis deeply into her amazingly stretched cunt. Her head was tossed back with the same smile of depraved enjoyment Nancy had seen on the other girls' faces.
Nancy could feel her lower regions becoming excited, and she wanted to close the envelope, never to see those filthy, dirty pictures again. But she couldn't. She was becoming like a woman possessed with the obsession of looking at the obscene photos. Trying to ease the ache building unwantedly in her own pussy from looking at the filth, she moved her hand along her skirt, but as she ran her fingers lightly on her twitching thighs, she felt that she was only making matters worse for herself. As she inched her hand closer and closer to the hem of her short garment, she noticed that the internal fires were becoming more and more intense, and finally, as she touched her naked knee, she felt a stab of lascivious desire sear through her lewdly excited cunt. She wrenched her hand away from her body and turned to the next picture, spreading her legs apart to relieve the discomfort caused by her feminine juices oozing from her heated pussy lips and burning on her sensitized thighs.
For a moment, as she looked at the next picture, she tried to figure out what it was. It was no less obscene than any of the others, but the position seemed strange. A luscious young blonde was bent at a ninety degree angle as she leaned against a chair to balance herself. A man was standing behind her, his long and thick penis entering her from behind. The woman had one leg lifted onto the chair, but Nancy still couldn't figure out what was happening. And then the realization of it hit her like a ton of bricks. The woman, obviously no older than sixteen, was being fucked in the ass, her buttocks forced apart by the man's powerful hands to expose the tight opening of her anus, and the man was ramming his penis deeply into her rectum. The woman was looking over her shoulder at the man as he gritted his teeth, apparently because her ass was too tight to allow his penis easy access. But the girl was smiling anyway, despite the shooting, throbbing pain she must be feeling as he forced his massive thickness into her asshole. A gasp came to Nancy's lips. This is Sodomy, she thought to herself, and these people are doing it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Just looking at the incredible picture caused Nancy to tighten her own ass muscles, and try as she might, she could not imagine what it was like, having a man's long, thick cock brutally forced into her tight little ass. It was too much, and her own rectum began to ache in sympathetic pain as she looked at the perverse action.
What kind of a woman am I becoming? she asked herself. If I had any decency at all, I would close the packet and forget the whole thing.
A quick glance revealed that there was only more left, and no matter what she thought of the collection, she knew that she would never be able to keep her mind on her work if she did not look at it.
Suddenly she was aware that her hand had crept to her naked knee again, and was inching its way along her inner thigh toward her burning cuntal lips. She sat in terror. She couldn't begin to think of what she should do next. She wanted to take her hand away from her body. It was wrong to touch yourself there, she thought, and she was letting the pictures get the better of her.
But even though she realized it was wrong, it felt so good having her hand caress her naked leg that she didn't want to take it away. It felt warm and soothing against her twitching thigh, and she really wanted to keep it there, wanted to run it even further along her body and place her fingers against her aching pussy lips.
With a violent surge of will, she tore her hand away from her leg, and turned to the last picture.
Her mouth fell open at the lewd scene. There was only one person in the photo, a young girl with her legs widely spread open toward the camera, her own hand cupping her cuntal mound, and four of her fingers plunged to the knuckles in her lewdly exposed cunt. The girl was actually masturbating, arousing herself with her own hand, just as Nancy was thinking of doing. One hand was placed against her inner thigh near her Venus mound, her fingers gripping tightly against the creamy-white, luscious looking skin. The hand that was plunged into her vagina was grasping at her pubic mound, as though she were pulling her cuntal hair to increase the intensity of her self-induced orgasm. And judging from the expression on the girl's face, it looked as though it was working.
Nancy had never done such a thing to herself, and had always managed to control her thoughts so that she didn't go too far along with the perverse action. But this little girl in the picture was loving what she was doing. Her head had been thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed in depraved and wanton bliss, her lips ovaled and positioned as though she were kissing some imaginary lover in her lewd fantasy.
Despite the shock Nancy felt at the sight, she was suddenly brought to her senses by the feeling of her hand again reaching up her skirt, inching to her own cunt farther than it had been before. She could actually feel her fingers reaching under her dress as her arm had pulled the skimpy skirt almost to her hips, and she shuddered as she came into the first contact with her nearly freely flowing feminine juices, forced from her cuntal lips by the depraved pictures. The liquid was hot and sticky against her upper thigh, and it burned against the tip of her creeping fingers as she plunged her hand slowly along her quivering legs toward her cunt. She closed her eyes and felt tears welling behind her lids. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remove her hand from between her spread legs, and even though she tried to hold her hand back, she could not prevent it from going further along her wetly hot thighs.
Finally, as she felt her fingertips actually touch the seething and cum-drenched orifice of her dripping aroused cuntal lips, she let out with a squeal and wrenched her soaked hand away from her hungrily aching orifice with a violent surge of decency and will. Her hand was glistening in the waning sunlight, covered with a thin, hot film of her sticky cum. Her whole hand seemed on fire with her searing juices, and as she placed the photos back in their envelope, she left a trail of seeping fluid on the package. Her mind was a shambles, and she began to get frightened that she wouldn't finish the work she had been assigned in time to spend the evening with her husband. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase from her mind the memory of those women, mere girls, fucking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. She wished she had something to wash her hands with, but she didn't, and every time she touched the typewriter keys, she felt her fingers stick to them, held by the drying glue-like quality of her seeping feminine juices. And what was worse, she could still feel her cum gather around her aroused pussy lips and ooze between them onto her burning thighs. She could still feel the tears welling up in her eyes, and, all things considered, she was having a hard time with her job.
Martin was watching her from a hole in his door, a special hole that he had made just for this purpose. He watched with glee as she had pulled out the envelope he had planted, and thrilled as she looked at the pictures, noticing the expression of disgust on her lovely face. Everything was going according to plan, he thought, and now it was up to that little cock-teaser from across the river to hold up her end of the plan. Not that he had any doubts about her ability. He had seen her in action many times, and he knew that any man who considered himself a man would not be able to resist that hot little cunt. He wanted to be with her now, but there was plenty of time for that later. He would give her a little more time, and then put phase two into action.
* * *
Bill had not wanted to be separated from his wife, especially when she was working in the office with that skirt-chaser Cantrell. There was something about the man he didn't like, hadn't liked ever since he had first met him when he and his wife first came to St. Paul. The man hung around the school far too often, and he seemed to Bill to be cold and calculating. He had only taken the job for the weekend because he could use the extra money. No matter what people thought, teachers were not really paid all that much, and with a wife to support, every little bit helped.
But that was water over the dam now, he thought as he watched his Scout troop set up their tents. He talked and laughed with many of the campers, most of whom he knew from his classes. He watched their faces show disappointment as he explained to them that he would not be camping with them, that he was here to help in the administration and organization of the activities. That there were so many people here was almost as shocking to him as it had been to his wife, but he had the added advantage of being used to working with large numbers of young kids, and he found that he was as popular with many of the strangers as he was with those who knew him. As he walked from campsite to campsite, collecting names of who was there to later compare with the list his wife was typing, he began to feel a little sorry that he would not be sleeping in a tent. He remembered with fondness his own Boy Scout days, and sleeping in a tent with his wife might be really something. Well, there would probably be a lot of other couples in the counselor's cabin, so maybe he'd take her into the woods and fuck her on the ground. She'd probably get a real kick out of that.
But thinking about something and doing it are two different things. If he spent all night just wishing he were done with his job, he would never get into her. He hurried to get his pleasant task finished.
The camp was huge, and as he wandered along the marked trails he found that he was moving in a large circle. There was only one more campsite to go, and when he had finished it, he started to head for the little office his wife was working in. It was fairly dark, but he had no fears about getting lost. That was why he was so shocked when he heard a childish, girlish giggle in the woods. As far as he knew, this was strictly for Boy Scouts. What was a girl doing here?
He turned toward the voice, and was pleasantly surprised to see Cindy Farnam standing against a pine tree.
"Cindy, what are you doing here?" he asked her. She was a girl from his class, one of the brighter ones, and also one of the better built. Though she was only sixteen, she had the luscious body of a twenty year old. In fact, his wife's perfect figure was the only one he thought could match her in sheer beauty. She would make a lot of boys very happy with that shape of hers, if she hadn't already.
"Good evening, Mr. Roberts," she said, her voice having that same teasing quality she used so often in the class. "I'll bet you never expected to see me here during the weekend." Bill arched his eyes over the sensuous body leaning against the tree. She was almost as tall as he was, and her full face looked directly at his own. She was wearing a very casual outfit, something she didn't do in school, and it made her look all the more lush and desirable. Her shirt was half unbuttoned and tied around her belly, exposing her soft, velvety smooth midriff. Her jeans were tight against her firm, shapely legs, and pressed so tightly against her pubic region that they followed her cuntal crevice, clearly defining her young, small little cunt. Her breasts seemed to pop out from behind her skimpy upper garment, and it looked as though a good gust of wind would blow the shirt away, exposing her ripe, apple-shaped mounds of succulent flesh.
"No," he answered, regaining control of himself. "I must admit, I didn't expect to see you here during the weekend."
"Are you glad I'm here?" she asked, leaving her tree and gliding across the ground toward him.
"Well, I'm always happy to see my students wherever they are," he answered, noticing that his penis was beginning to grow in his pants.
What am I thinking about? he thought to himself. I can't fuck this girl, though I must admit, she might not be a bad lay.
"That's not what I mean, and I bet you know it."
"Why are you here?" he asked, trying to change the topic. "This is a Boy Scout camp."
"That's right, Mr. Roberts, but around here somewhere is the boundary to the Girl Scout camp, and I'm here for the whole weekend, just like you."
Bill wasn't sure how he should take her statement, but he was beginning to get the drift of what she was leading up to, and if there was any doubt in his mind before, it was washed away as she took his head in her small hands and kissed him firmly, driving her slender tongue deeply into his mouth and throat.
He was caught completely by surprise by her blatant action. Usually he was the one who did the seducing, not the other way around, though there was some hesitation in his mind as to just what he should do. Not that he didn't find this little bitch appealing. She had one of the greatest bodies he had ever seen, and she knew how to use it. As her luscious lips brushed down on his, he could feel her body swing sensually from side to side, her hips swaying around slowly and sexually, and her bare midriff was pressed against his firm, muscular chest tightly, allowing him to feel her smooth silky skin brushing against his naked arms. In spite of himself, his penis was ballooning in his pants, growing tightly against his confining cloth and causing him great discomfort. Reaching up with his powerful arms to push her away, he instead found that he was taking hold of her luscious waist and pulling her tightly against his trembling body. It took every ounce of will to change the situation and push her away from him.
"Cindy, I... I... " he stammered. "Shhhhh," she whispered, putting her finger against his lips. "You don't have to say anything. I've wanted to fuck you ever since I've been in your class. Most of the girls have, because we think you're one of the coolest teachers we've ever had."
"But I'm married, and besides, even if I weren't, you're... you're... nothing but a... a child. Why, I'm at least ten years older than you are."
"What has age got to do with anything?" she asked, moving her sensuous body away from him, knowing that he would be unable to resist looking at her full, luscious curves. She had a great body, and she knew it. "And as for that wife of yours, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Or me or you, for that matter."
"Look," he said, trying to put some conviction in, his voice, "I don't want any trouble. Why don't you just go back to camp and we'll both pretend that this didn't... " He was silenced as she moved her body against him once more, planting her mouth firmly against his open lips, and this time Bill sent his own tongue into her gullet. It was something he hadn't wanted to do, knowing that it would only complicate matters and make it harder for him to send her away. Not that he wanted to send her away. He really wanted to fuck the living daylights out of the teasing little bitch, and he knew she would really be able to give him a ride for his money. But she was only sixteen, no matter how great looking she was, and there was still Nancy. He may have done a lot of screwing before he met her, but he had never cheated on her once they were married, and he certainly didn't want to cheat with a teenaged cunt-twiddler.
Her arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and he again tried to push her away as he felt them leave his hips and begin to work their way down to his ass. He didn't push very hard though, and she removed her lips from his so that they could continue their conversation.
"Cindy... " he began.
"Now Bill, I think you had better listen to what I have to say before you send me away," she said softly, engulfing his buttocks with her small hands and pulling him tighter against her pulsing body. "Have you any idea what the laws are against child molesting in this state?"
Bill looked at her from the corner of his eye. It sounded as though he was about to be blackmailed, and he thought he had better listen carefully.
"If you don't go along with me," she said, pecking against his surprised lips, "I can make things look pretty bad between you and the school board, not to mention your darling little wife. What do you think she would do if I went to the police and told them you tried to rape me?"
In spite of himself, Bill smiled. It would almost be worth it just to see the expression on her face. But then he regained control of himself. This was pretty serious, no matter what he tried to make it.
"Cindy," he said, assuming the role of a wise sage. "It can't work between us. We have almost nothing in common."
"What's not to work," she answered, kneading his buttocks. It was making him fight keep control of his thoughts. She really knew how to turn a man on, no doubt about it. "All I want you to do is fuck me. And I'll bet that you want to fuck me. I'll bet you can't wait to get that huge cock of yours into my tight little cunt."
That would be a safe bet, he thought to himself. And no matter how he thought about the matter, there was really no way out of it. She really could make trouble for him if he didn't play along. And as long as he had to do what she said, he might as well enjoy it. After all, fucking this little bitch might be really something at that. The way she acted, she probably didn't have half his wife's hang-ups, if she had any at all, which he doubted.
"I'm like putty in your hands," he told her, reaching around with his arms and grabbing her firm young buttocks firmly, pulling her still tighter against him. Again her lips brushed against his, and while he massaged her ass, she reached around and put her slender hands on his growing penis, squeezing it through the stretched cloth of his pants. He removed his hands from her twitching buttocks and placed them on the sides of her head, holding onto her lush, full blonde hair and pulling her face tightly against his, and he rammed his thick, turgid tongue deeply into her throat, forcing his wetly hot organ as far as it would go into the warm confines of her smooth gullet.
He had no idea how long they kissed but it seemed like an eternity. At last she removed her face from his and looked into his eyes.
"There's a clearing about fifty yards from here. A lot of the kids use it."
"You mean Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts?"
"It's like the ad says, Scouting is a lot more than you think."
And a lot more fun than when I was in, he added to himself.
CHAPTER THREE
Even though there was not a cloud in the sky, everything was dark because of the new moon. The stars were like little pinpoints of light against the blackened velvet of the sky, but they hardly cast enough light on the little clearing Cindy had led Bill to. Yet, despite the darkness, Bill had no trouble picking out Cindy's sensual beauty. In fact, she seemed all the more desirable because of the darkness. In fact, her creamy white skin glared from her tight shirt, and her breasts were almost fully exposed from their skimpy covering as it seemed to have been somewhat pulled away during their short walk.
Glancing around in the small clearing, Bill could see how it would become a favorite lover's spot. It was almost completely surrounded by trees, thus inspiring privacy, even in the daytime. The ground was soft and covered with grass, and even in the dark, it looked like a lush green carpet. Bill wondered how many men Cindy had fucked on this very spot. She certainly seemed to know her way around. She must have made a lot of Boy Scouts very happy.
Well, as long as he had no choice, he was going to make sure that she made him happy as well. In fact, he could probably show her things no Boy Scout would be able to do. 'One of the advantages of having age and experience on my side' he thought to himself.
As soon as they arrived at the clearing, Cindy didn't waste any time. Encircling him with her arms, she planted her moist, full lips against his, pressing her face tightly against his as she ran her hands quickly to his buttocks. She pulled him against her already revolving hips, and sent her tongue deeply into his throat. He responded by placing his hands against her tightly jeaned ass and pulled her against him, massaging her asscheeks forcefully in his powerful hands. He heard her moan softly as she pressed her cunt even more firmly against the growing bulge in his pants.
Removing her mouth from his, she looked into his deeply dark eyes with her nearly closed blue openings.
"You really want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked softly.
"You bet your ass I do. I want to fuck that little cunt of yours more than anything else," he answered. And he meant it. Despite the fact that he was actually being forced into the action, there was no denying that he wanted her, wanted to feel her writhing, churning body thrash beneath him, wanted to feel her tight, young cunt engulf his massive penis. The fact that she was blackmailing him didn't make the actual fuck any less pleasurable.
"And I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that huge cock of yours rip my cunt wide open. I want to feel you deep in my belly."
Her talk was making him more excited. It was something his wife would never do. He had been surprised earlier in the week when she had actually said that she wanted him to fuck her. But Cindy did not mince her words. He liked that.
Removing his hands from her sensuous ass, he moved them along her scantily clad body to her naked midriff, shivering as he came into contact with her lushly smooth, creamy soft skin. Her ribs were covered by her warm skin, and he wanted to feel more of them. Moving his hands along her naked belly, stopping briefly to engulf a handful of her sensual stomach flesh, he untied her shirt and opened it, letting her mature, ripe breasts to fall from their confined position. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he wasn't sure if the darkness was playing tricks on his eyes. He had never seen breasts so luscious and desirable, and he had seen more than his share of good-looking tits. While he was looking at the round, fleshy orbs, Cindy completely removed her shirt and offered to his gazing eyes the full glory of her luscious chest, heaving sensually as she took deep lungfuls to keep her breath. As she removed her top garment, Bill gasped at her lusciousness, and he moved to her, placing his hands on the blood-swollen glans, feeling with delight at their firmness, yet pliability. He squeezed them firmly, and noticed that she trembled her whole body as he pressed his powerful palms against her budding breast nipples.
Still holding her breasts in his slowly constricting muscles, he placed his mouth on her lips, driving his tongue as deeply into her gullet as he could, feeling he shake with his lascivious force. She coursed her hands along his muscular body and allowed it to rest on his burgeoning penis, pressing the massive organ against his thigh through his confining pants. But she didn't keep her hands against his pants for very long. Reaching up to his belt, she slipped her hand inside his clothing and thrust it deeply into his jockey shorts, touching his pubic hair and sending a shock wave of lustful desire searing through his already love-wracked body.
Taking his hands from her breasts, he rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on top of hers, and resumed his delicious kissing, thrilling at the touch of her apple-shaped breasts against his naked chest. He put his hands around her back and pulled her against him, pressing her breasts flat and squeezing her rock-hard nipples tightly against his chest.
Cindy slipped her hands into his pants from behind and gripped his spasming buttocks, spreading them apart as far as she could inside his pants. Sliding her hands around to his penis, Bill followed suit. Quickly placing his hands on the front of her jeans, he unbuckled them, opening them and pulling them over her long, shapely legs, completely undressing her and exposing every inch of her young, almost glowing skin.
Stepping away from her enough to remove his own pants, he pulled them over his hairy, powerful legs and tossed them aside.
Freed from its confinement, Bill's cock sprung to life, bouncing upwards from between his legs and jutting forward like a massive, rock-hard spear. He smiled as he heard Cindy gasp at its incredible size. 'I bet there's not a Boy Scout in the world with a joy-stick like this one' he thought to himself. He knew that she may have a lot of cocks in that pussy of hers, but none of them were as big as the one he was going to send into her belly.
Having stepped away, he was able to see just what he was going to put his huge cock in, and as Cindy was surprised at the massiveness of his penis, he was no less pleased with the beauty of her delicious looking cunt. Even in the darkness he could see it clearly outlined by her light golden cuntal mound. She was revolving her hips against the dark air, knowing that he was gazing at the sensuous vagina, and she smiled as she watched him lick lips lewdly.
"Like what you see?" she asked, arching her pussy forward to emphasize her words.
"You're beautiful," he hissed, meaning every word. "I want to suck that pussy of yours. I want to send my tongue deep into your cunt."
"And I want you to. I want you to suck my cunt," she said, walking to him and gripping his massive penis in her cool, slender hand. It was so large that she could not close her fingers around it. She felt a shiver course along her spine. She had never had a real man's cock in her hot little cunt. Most of the boys she fucked, both here and at the gym at school had large penises, but as she stroked Bill's lust-bloated rod, she knew that she was in for the fuck of her life. It would be a real pleasure having this huge, thick shaft of searing hot flesh ram and thrust in her eagerly awaiting pussy, and she wanted him to fuck her without any further ado.
Pulling his naked body to hers, she gripped the monstrous shaft and ran the rubbery head along her oiled cuntal slit, and she smiled as she felt Bill stiffen his whole body. Spreading her legs, she braced herself for what she thought would be his deep, cunt splitting thrust. Forgotten were her thoughts that she wanted him to suck her pussy. She wanted nothing but to feel his cock in her young vagina.
Bill was at first bewildered by her actions. He could see that she wanted to be fucked right away, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Hell, he could get the same thing from his wife, and he figured that he would have some real fun with this little cock-tease before he really put it to her.
"I thought you said you wanted me to suck your cunt," he said, gripping her buttocks and pulling her against him and pressing his corpulent pillar between their bellies, removing the fist-sized mushroom shaped tip from her sweetly hot vaginal split. A moan of disappointment passed from her lips, but he silenced her with a brushing kiss as he pulled her firm, tender buttocks apart. "I'm going to show you a few things about fucking that I'll bet you won't get from a bunch of horny Boy Scouts," he whispered into her ear. He was rewarded with a squeal of delight.
She hoped he was right. Most of the boys she fucked were interested in only one thing, blowing their wad in her cunt. She was glad that she had found someone with a little imagination, and she was ready, willing and eager to do what ever he had in mind. She knew that he was beyond control now, knew that he would have to fuck her even if his mind had some silly hangup about fucking with someone ten years younger, and she knew that he would be able to make the best use of her body.
"You just tell me what I'm supposed to," she said, moving out of his hold and letting him look at her so he could think better.
Bill smiled. How unlike his wife she was. Sure, his wife was willing to learn, but at a snail's pace, one thing at a time. He was glad to have this eager voluptuous teenager want him to take control of her. Looking at her, he realized that he could make good use of her.
"Just stand there for a moment and spread those luscious thighs of yours," he commanded. She complied immediately, and Bill lowered himself to his knees. Gripping her ass-cheeks, he pulled her body against his face and buried his tongue in her cum-glistening cuntal mound, running his wet, pink organ around in the fleecy, tangled hair. She reacted immediately, moving her body closer to him and lifting up one leg, planted her seething pussy firmly on his up-turned mouth. Bill decided that she knew what he wanted, so he fell down on his back and stretched out his legs. Cindy immediately sat o his mouth and allowed him to send his thick, hot tongue deeply into her writhing cunt. Bill placed his hands under her gyrating buttocks and lifted them up, forming a small open-holed chair and allowing him to lap out at her cuntal slit without having to go so deeply. That would be for later. As his tongue grazed her vaginal split, he felt her whole body jerk and buck crazily, and her pussy lips quivered as he lashed at their seeping hole. Each time he lashed out with his wet, hot tongue, she shook her whole body, and tried to push her opened cuntal lips on the searing organ.
Cindy had never felt anything like it before, and she was loving every minute of it. Each time he ran his torching tongue along her thrashing cunt, she could feel a million tiny stabs of blazing pain shoot through her cunt. It was like he was burning her entire vaginal area, and try as she might, she could not ram her cuntal lips down on his tongue. His ass grasping hands were ripping her buttocks apart and there was nothing she could do about it. There was nothing she wanted to do about it. The pain was incredibly blissful, and each searing whip of his thick, wet tongue sent a wave of lascivious sensations coursing through her sweat covered body.
With his hands firmly gripping Cindy's small, round asscheeks, holding her sweet, delicious cunt inches from his face, Bill was in seventh heaven. He had never tasted a pussy that was as luscious as this one, and he wanted to savor every second. Her boiling, churning feminine juices were honeyed and syrupy, and they flowed into his wildly open mouth like ambrosia. He wanted to drink and lap at her vaginal fluids forever, and he wanted to give her the best fuck she had ever had. With a violent surge of strength, he rammed his hot tongue deeply into the buttery softness of her quivering pussy lips, driving it deeply into her clitoral depths, reaching for the budding hardness of her innermost passage. As he sent his cunt sucking organ deep into her cum-oozing depths, he felt her whole body stiffen and convulse incredibly, and finally he lost all control with his hands and allowed her to rest her full body weight on his pussy lapping face, sending his tongue still deeper into her gushing vagina.
A searing stab of delightful pain flooded her lower body as Bill rammed his pink organ all the way into her clitoris, and for a moment, Cindy was blinded by the excruciating bliss. Never had she had her cunt licked like this before, and for a brief moment, she thought that after this, she would never be satisfied again. But the thought passed through her mind as another dolorous wave of lustful sensations coursed through her spine, rushing to all parts of her body and making her delightfully alive. She drove her sex-wracked hips down on the cunt enveloping mouth with all her lust-enraged strength, forcing him to reach into her aching cuntal depths as far as he could.
Spreading her buttocks as far apart as he could, Bill began probing with his fuck finger. Sending his stiffened digit deep into the tight chinker of her clasping anus, he reached deep into her rectum, causing the already thrashing young girl to shake her body with still more violence. The combined cunt lapping and ass screwing was sensational, and Cindy bucked and jerked her hips to heighten the double fuck. Worming his tongue farther and farther into the seeping slit of her hotly pulsing clitoris, he sucked her thickly sticky juices, drinking deeply at her ambrosial liquids.
Bill's penis was nearly ballooning with the surging pulse of heated blood, and he thought it would burst if he didn't do something to relieve it. With a violent surge of will, he removed his mouth from her gyrating, grinding cunt and turned his body. Immediately Cindy let out with a loud moan of disappointment.
"No! Don't stop sucking my cunt. Please!!"
Bill smiled to himself.
"It's time for something new," he hissed, almost unable to control himself. "Get down on the ground. You're going to suck my cock now."
Cindy looked amazed for a moment, and then a broad smile came to her lips. She had never sucked a man's cock before, and the thought filled her with wanton pleasure. Moving onto the ground, she allowed Bill to twist his body and place his incredibly massive penis at the ovalled lips of her mouth.
* * *
Martin was watching Nancy try and catch up on her work, typing furiously as she made up for the time she lost by looking at the obscene pictures he had planted in her desk. It was time, he thought to put phase three of his plan into action. He assumed that that little bitch from across the river was handling Bill pretty well, and it was time for him to show Nancy what Scouting was really like. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he walked out of his inner office.
"Nancy," he said in as casual a tone as he could muster, "Why don't you finish that list tomorrow. We really don't need it until Sunday anyway, and you look like you could use a break."
At first, Nancy was startled. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remove from her mind the obscene sights of the pictures, and she kept making mistakes. Her cuntal lips were still burning from her lewd arousement, and she figured that a night with her husband would really relax her.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "I could use a rest. I'm... I'm not really used to all... all this work."
"I know just the thing for you," said Martin, smiling lewdly. "What you need is a nice walk in the woods. I sometimes take one myself when things get a little rough. How would you like to take a trip to the Girl Scout camp across the river?"
Nancy smiled, oblivious to the sneering grin on the man's face. She was shaken up tremendously by the pictures, and perhaps a walk in the woods would make her feel better. She was sure her husband would notice that something was wrong with her, and a walk might make her forget the awful sights. Besides, she very much wanted to see the rest of the camp. It was hardly fair that her husband got to walk around while she was cooped up in an office all night.
Smiling at the older man, she accepted his invitation.
"Thank you," she said. "I would very much like to walk around. The woods look very lovely, and its been a long time since I've been away from the city."
"I thought so," he answered as naturally as he could. "And even though this is a Boy Scout camp, it wouldn't do for you to wander around alone. It's pretty big, and we wouldn't want you to get lost. Sometimes even the most experienced scouts can get lost."
That makes sense, thought the curvaceous redhead. Better not go out into the woods alone, no matter how mature you think you are.
With his hands in his pockets, Martin walked out of the office, followed by Nancy after she turned out the lights and locked the door. Martin knew exactly where to go. He had been at the clearing many times before with some of the Girl Scout leaders, and he knew that most of them thought it was secluded and hard to get to. Not so. There was a little trail, almost hidden to anyone who didn't know what to look for, and it was along this path that Martin led Nancy.
If everything is going according to plan, he thought, she ought to see something that will make those pictures look like Bible illustrations. And there is no reason to think that things aren't working just the way I want them.
CHAPTER FOUR
As far as Nancy was concerned, she was becoming hopelessly lost, but Martin seemed to know where he was going, so she followed him faithfully. It did appear as though he was following some sort of trail, but try as she might, she could not make it out. At any rate, the woods in the late evening were very pretty, and even though they seemed to be off any beaten path, there were still many Scouts wandering in the woods. Nancy wanted to stop and talk to them. She liked children very much. But Martin told her that it was against the rules to talk to Scouts when they were in what he called maneuvers in the woods at night, and even though it sounded silly to her, Nancy preferred to say nothing. After all, the trees were pretty enough, and she would have plenty of time to talk to the boys tomorrow.
Soon they were in a very secluded part of the camp, and Nancy began to think that this would be a very nice place to take her husband later during the night. She began to look for landmarks so she would remember how to get to this place. One thing that seemed to stand out in her mind was a large clearing past a row of trees. In an area like this one, something like that would be easily remembered, and if she had any problem finding it, she would have to do nothing but ask one of the people who had camped here before.
She wanted to see the clearing for herself, and was very glad to see that Martin was heading straight for the clearing. In spite of the gentle night sounds, everything seemed to be very still, just the way she would want them when she came there with her husband. As they got closer to the clearing, however, Nancy began to think that she could hear strange moans, not like those Nancy thought she might hear in the woods and forests, but human. At first she thought it was nothing, but as they walked closer, it began to sound as though someone might be in trouble. She moved closer to Martin, keeping her voice at a whisper's level.
"Do you hear that?" she asked, her voice, low as it was, piercing through the relative quietness of the scene.
Martin stopped, pretending to listen carefully.
"Yes, I hear it. That's strange. There isn't a camp around here. There shouldn't be anyone in this area at this time. I think we should have a look. There might be something wrong."
Walking quickly to another, smaller clearing behind a short row of trees, Nancy followed Martin, tuning her ears as she tried to make out the sounds. They were definitely human, no doubt about it, but they didn't sound as though they were in some sort of trouble. The noises were vaguely familiar, but Nancy couldn't quite place them. As they got closer to the clearing, she thought she could see a moving bump on the grass. 'Too bad there isn't a full moon out tonight,' thought Nancy to herself. 'We could see if there was something wrong.' Then she thought she heard something that made her hair stand on end. It was a voice, but even though she couldn't make out the words, it sounded almost exactly like her husband's. That was impossible. It must be the darkness playing tricks on her ears as well as her eyes. But as they got closer to the clearing, the voice became more distinctive, and there was no doubt that it was Bill's. Something must be wrong with him, she thought. Maybe he was attacked by an animal or something and in great pain. Martin, however, had fallen down on his stomach, apparently unconcerned at what he was watching. How could he be so cold? she thought. If someone was in trouble, and that someone was her husband, she wanted something done about it right away. She started to walk to the clearing, but her ankle was suddenly held by Martin. She looked down at him and started to say something when he put a finger to his lips telling her to be quiet. To her surprise she did so, and she lowered herself to the ground, resting on her stomach next to him. Closing her eyes to make them used to the darkness, she concentrated all her mind on the sounds coming from the form on the grass.
And she finally heard what he was saying. It was shocking, and at first, she didn't want to believe her ears, but there was no choice. The reality of the situation was engulfing her. Her husband, her own Bill, was calling out to some girl in the most lewd and obscene manner she had ever head.
"That's it, Cindy. Suck me. Suck my cock hard and deep."
There was no doubt about what he was saying. Bill was making some other woman perform something perverse, and her first instinct was to run and protect the other woman from what she thought was rape. With her eyes still closed, she stiffened her body, ready to rush into the clearing, but just before she jumped up, she could hear the female voice.
"You bet, Mr. Roberts. I'm gonna suck this cock of yours like it's never been sucked before. I want to feel you cum in my mouth." Nancy nearly collapsed. The girl couldn't be older than sixteen or seventeen. What was going on here? What kind of person was her husband anyway?
She opened her eyes and looked at the writhing couple. Her mouth fell open in utter amazement. There, rolling around on the grass, was her husband, lying on his back completely naked, his penis being licked and sucked by a young girl. It was amazing and as perverse as the pictures she had found in her desk not more than half an hour ago. Looking at strangers suck each other's sexual organs, an unknown woman enveloping a strange man's immense penis was one thing, but that was her husband's cock in the young girl's mouth.
She was frozen in shock and terror, and she looked to Martin to see what she should do. He was no help at all. In fact, he was watching the scene with a huge smile on his face. It was too incredible for Nancy to accept, but for the moment, she was too stricken to do anything about it. She lay on her stomach and watched, trying to pick out what was going on.
The girl, Cindy, was bobbing her head along the full length of her husband's long, thick penis, engulfing his shaft deeply in her mouth and massaging his large, sperm swollen balls with gentle squeezes, each time she moved her head to the base of his cock, she could see that her husband was lifting his hips to meet her, plunging himself deeply into her gullet. Nancy gulped in sympathy as she watched the girl's lips tightly clasp his turgid thickness, inching her way down the throbbing rod and moving her head upwards, exposing his bulbous rubbery tip. Running her long tongue around the base of his tip; Nancy could see the girl was smiling, actually enjoying the perverse actions. How could she take a man's penis in her mouth like that, thought the surprised innocent wife. It was a filthy, dirty act, and something that she would never allow any man to do to her. Nothing like that could be enjoyable, or so she thought. But the fact was that Cindy was loving every perverse minute. She seemed to really want to suck and lick his burgeoned cock, and what was worse, Bill was loving having her do it.
A sudden wave of guilt came over Nancy. Her first thought was that she had failed her husband somehow, failed to do the things he wanted her to do. But if she had ever dreamed that he wanted her to suck his cock like this, she would not have known what to do. The only answer was that Cindy was perverted in some way. There was no other explanation.
There was another effect the scene was having on her, one that she hadn't thought until she tried to regain her scattered thoughts. The sight of her husband's cock moving in and out of the young girl's luscious lips was making her own blood become heated with a strange sexual tingling, and she could feel her breasts begin to swell, and her nipples were starting to feel tight against her sheer, lacy bra. She tried to end her feelings, but it was no use. Her husband's naked body being ravished by the voluptuous young girl was making her feel excited, the same way those lewd pictures had, and this time there was nothing she could do about it, not with Martin laying right beside her. She wanted to massage her breasts to relieve the building pressure of her budding nipples, but she fought to keep her hands at her side, unable to touch her body with a strange man so close. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but it was no use. In fact, it was worse. Merely moving on the ground made her loins blaze forth with the familiar feeling she had never gotten over in the office. Her pussy lips were beginning to ache again, and she could feel her hotly wet cum begin to seep from her cuntal lips. She spread her legs slightly to relieve the discomfort, but she only made matters worse. The rush of cool air excited her aroused cunt even more, and she was further enticed by the lewd sucking sounds coming from the couple on the grass in front of her. No matter how hard she tried, she could not blot out the voices, and her husband's grunting made her almost lose control of her body.
"Come on, Cindy, let's see you really suck that cock. It's about time you had a real man show you what sex was all about."
Nancy saw Cindy remove her full lips from her husband's thick penis and look deeply into his eyes.
"Am I as good as your wife?" she asked teasingly, grasping his stiffly jutting penis and stroking it slowly and gently.
"Better," he answered as he undulated his hips against her hand. "She would never suck me the way you did."
Cindy squealed with delight and resumed her cock sucking like a hungry little child returning to a meal. The words burned into Nancy's mind. 'So that's what he thinks of me is it?' she thought. 'How could he expect me to do such a thing? How can something like that be pleasurable?' There was no answer coming from her husband. He was too busy having his lust-engorged cock enveloped by Cindy's mouth, and besides, he had no idea that there was another clearing behind one of the rows of trees. Not that it would have mattered even if he had known. He was loving having his penis sucked by this hot little bitch. He meant what he said about his wife not being able to suck his cock. It was something he could not imagine her doing. She was all right when it came to simply fucking her cunt, but there were other things he wanted her to do. He remembered when he had first sucked her pussy. She had really seemed to finally enjoy it, but even that was nothing like the vagina of this little cock tease.
Cindy's lips were coursing around his thickly veined penis like there was no tomorrow, and he could feel the blazing fires building up in his rock-hard prick. If this had been any other woman, he would have wanted to shoot his seething sperm into her mouth and gullet, but he wanted to fuck this cunt royally, and for that, no matter how warm and smooth her mouth was, there was nothing like a cunt, and after he had rammed his tongue into her pussy lips, he knew that he wanted to thrust his cock deeply into her cunt, and nothing was going to stop him. It would take a strong amount of will to remove his rod from her nearly cunt-like mouth, but it was something that had to be done. The pressures were building in the tip of his cock, and he wanted to ram his shaft between her legs before it was too late. Besides, knowing that his penis was immense, it would be much better for having her cunt fucked instead of her mouth.
Despite his thoughts, there was still the lascivious sensations of Cindy running her tongue around the base of his cock, nipping at the coarse hair carpeting his sperm-laden scrotum. As she drove his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, she engulfed his hand filling balls and brought them against her chin, rubbing them against her smooth, creamy white skin, the same velvety skin that covered her entire luscious body. Her full breasts dangled downward, and she was rubbing her bright red nipples on his muscular chest. Ripples of intense delight were shooting through her sensitive breast buds, and as they coursed through her body, they came to rest against the quivering lips of her hot, wet pussy. Each upward thrust of Bill's penis into her mouth increased the burning in her loins, and almost against her will, she found herself crawling onto Bill's thrashing body, suddenly impaling herself on his pulsing, throbbing cock.
Nancy watched in amazement. It was true, the young girl must have seduced Bill, and he allowed it to get out of hand. In fact, he seemed to be loving every minute of it, enjoying the fact that this girl, hardly in high school, was about to fuck him. As she watched Cindy remove her face and mouth from Bill's cock, she saw that the ultimate humiliation was about to begin. She had raised her body to clear the Herculean height of his long, thick shaft and impaled her body down firmly on the thick spear, screwing her body down firmly on the thick spear, screwing her body around as she tried with all her might to force her pussy lips open around the cunt splitting pillar.
Bill was pleasantly surprised at Cindy's movements. It was as though she had read his mind and decided to take the situation in her own skillful hands. That showed an incredible maturity, somewhat unexpected when he had first seen her standing against the tree. She knew exactly what was needed and when and she was showing him that she was really capable of fucking him like he had never been fucked before. He closed his thighs together tightly and arched his back as soon as he felt her mouth leave his cock exposed, and delighted as he felt her luscious, naked body move over his. He was really going to enjoy having this little cunt sit on his massive prick, and he smiled as he gritted his teeth, waiting for her to force herself down on his nearly erupting cock. She positioned her quivering cuntal lips against the rubbery tip of Bill's up-jutting column and for a brief moment, rubbed the dripping wet slit along the angry red mushroom. Tiny wisps of her blonde pubic hair raked his sensitive penis tip, sending a million stabs of lustful pain searing through his mighty rod. The outer area of her pussy was like light sandpaper, grating on his cock as she slowly moved her seething cuntal crack along his cock. It was Bill now who was losing control of his mind, and he tried to ram his penis deeply into Cindy's revolving pussy, but she knew what she was doing. Teasingly, and to further arouse his already inflamed body, she lifted her cunt away from his lunging shaft, and as he brought his hips down on the ground again, she lowered her cuntal passage lightly on the bulbous tip.
Bill reached out with his hands and gripped Cindy's lewdly spread thighs inching his cum-soaked fingers closer and closer to her vaginal split, worming a finger into her open cuntal lips. His action sent a wave of delirious delight through her cuntal depths, and Cindy realized that she couldn't hold herself up any longer. With a powerful downward lunge, she rammed her cunt totally around the splitting thickness of Bill's hotly aroused cock, sending him into her vaginal depths as far as she could.
She had misjudged his monstrous size. Thinking he was not as thick and long as he really was, she was overcome with an incredible flood of pain. As his massive cock passed through her pussy lips and continued through her cuntal chamber, ramming deeply into her vaginal depths and reached the sensitive hardness of her clitoral bud, all her pubic nerves seemed to be shattered, and she emitted a piercing yell that seemed to fill the forest and bounce off some distant mountains. "AAAIIIIEEEEEE!"
Nancy was startled by the intensity of her shriek, and for a moment she was sure that it would bring millions of people to the spot. She hoped it wouldn't happen. As she watched Cindy thrash and jerk her body on her husband's cunt-wrenching penis, she knew she would never be able to live with the humiliation that she was watching. Her husband, the man she loved, was wantonly fucking a young girl, a girl that must be ten years younger than he was, and he was loving it.
Tears started to well in her eyes as she watched her husband reach up with his hands and cup firmly Cindy's jiggling breasts, saw as he squeezed them and caused Cindy to completely lose her rhythm as she bounced mindlessly on her older lover's huge cock. She didn't know what to think. She wished that there was some way she could get back at him. But how? What could she do after watching this lewd and depraved scene. It was almost too much for her to bear. No matter how hard she tried, she could not believe that she was actually watching her husband fuck another woman, just as she could not control the arousement she was feeling in her own body. Watching Cindy thrash on her husband's upthrust penis was increasing the surges of blood racing through her own body. Her vagina was again seeping her feminine juices, and as she had tried before, she spread her legs further apart, touching Martin's leg. She had almost forgotten about him, and her humiliation was further enhanced as it suddenly dawned on her that she was not alone in watching her husband's blatant adultery. Touching Martin's leg with her own seemed to bring her a little closer to her senses, and the hypnotic trance she had been placed in was broken a little. She took her eyes from the wanton fucking only a few feet from her and looked Martin. He himself was watching the brazen display of lewd sex in the clearing, but as soon as her leg touched his, he, too, was brought back to reality. He had seen Cindy in action before this; but he had never seen her go at any man with the intensity with which she was crazily fucking Bill, and he had to admit that it was doing things to him. As he lay on his stomach, he could feel his own cock grow in his pants and press against the ground uncomfortably. Looking at Nancy's confused glance only made his penis grow larger. Everything was working just as he had planned it. Having Nancy watch her precious husband fuck the younger girl must be doing strange things to her mind, he thought. Now it's time to see if the whole thing paid off.
As Nancy returned her gaze to her husband Martin reached out with his hand and laid it on her slightly revolving buttocks. At first she did nothing, as though she were unaware that he was even touching her, but after a long second, she again removed her eyes from the scene in the clearing and looked at Martin with a combination of horror and excitement. His hand was moving down her buttocks toward her widely spread legs, coursing along the back of her thighs and continuing to her knees.
Nancy didn't know what to think. It would probably serve Bill right if she fucked Martin right here and now. After all, she knew Bill didn't like Martin. What better way to get back at her husband than to allow a man he hated to ravish and finally fuck his wife. But it was not that simple to Nancy. She had been a virgin before she married Bill, and she had taken a vow at the altar never to allow another man to do to her what she was thinking. The fact that Bill had broken her faith in him made no difference. It was still wrong to fuck a man that was not your husband, no matter what the reason. Her thoughts were becoming more and more confused with the combination of the lewd fucking sounds coming from the clearing and Martin's hand inching slowly but surely toward her thighs on the way back from her knees. His fingers were nearing her ass-cheeks again, but instead of resting on her fleshy, firm buttocks as they had before he was forcing them between her spread legs and grabbing her vagina from behind. Already stimulated from the obscene sounds of her husband's unbelievable fucking of Cindy, Nancy's mind was finally made up as Martin fully palmed her vagina, pressing his hand against the crotch of her slacks and rubbing the cum-stained clothing around her aching cuntal lips.
She tightened her legs and entrapped Martin's hand between her legs, and looked into his eyes.
"You want to get back at your husband for this, don't you?" he asked speaking softly so as not to tip off the fucking couple.
The time for decision was at hand, but as she felt Martin knead her vagina, she realized that it was not so hard a decision to make after all. If her husband could do it, so could she. She had wanted him to fuck her after she had seen those pictures, needed someone to relieve the fires she had caused herself by looking at the filthy things, but Bill was obviously busy satisfying someone else.
She said nothing in answer to Martin's question. Instead she reached out with her hand and touched his face, and as she noticed a wide smile coming to his wet lips, she forced a smile to her own face and planted her firm lips tightly against his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy was glad she'd forced Bill to fuck her, and now it was all beginning to come together. As she thrashed her naked body crazily on Bill's deeply thrust penis, she washed everything from her mind except the constant and blissful ramming of his thick, long cock. Each time she dropped her sweat covered body on top of his coarse pubic hair, a flood of lascivious delight coursed through her vagina and filled her entire body with an all consuming flame. As Bill cupped her firm, blood-swollen breasts in his large, powerful hands, she shivered at the marvelous totality of the fuck she was getting. It was nothing like the boys she had let place their comparatively small pricks in her cunt. This was a real man fucking her, ravishing her teenaged small cunt with his huge, thick cock, and she knew that she would have to have more of this as time went on. In a way it was sad. There were many boys she wanted, but after this, she would be satisfied with nothing less than the biggest penises she could get her hands on.
For Bill, it was like a dream come true.
Fucking this little bitch was better than it was with his wife. He would have to show his wife everything he knew about sex, and if she refused to learn, well, her loss was his gain. He would find someone who could satisfy his desires, someone like this crazy little bitch jumping up and down on his cum-slippery pole. She was like a mad woman, and it seemed as though there was nothing she wouldn't do. He loved squeezing her breasts as she thrashed and jerked her body wildly on his undulating penis. He loved the way her head was thrown back, the way her hair was tossing from side to side as she shivered her whole body each time he brutally pinched her lust-hardened breast nipples. They were like little rocks in his hands, and he tightened his fingers around them randomly, alternating his hands from her breasts to her lewdly spread cuntal region, pulling her creamy-white thighs further apart and adding to her cock-filled cunt several fingers. As he wrenched her cuntal lips even further, she let out with additional loud moans of lust.
"Aaaiiieee! You're killing me. You're ripping my cunt in half. Do it, Bill, do it. Rip my cunt open. Fuck me to my belly."
* * *
Nancy heard none of this. As soon as she kissed Martin, he sprang to life. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her tightly against his yearning body. She had responded sooner than even he would have imagined, but he was not going to let it throw off his perfectly working plan. He was delighted to find that she was pressing her hand against his swollen cock, rubbing and stroking it through his tightly confining garment. Running his own muscled hand along her trembling body, reaching into the top hem of her pants suit and coming to the top of her panties. There were tiny wisps of cuntal hair sticking through the elastic band, and he managed to pull at them with his thumb and forefinger. He smiled as he felt her shiver her whole body against him, and he knew that she would not be able to control herself. No matter what her morals might have been before, she was now going to give herself to him totally, and he was going to make very good use of her.
As Nancy felt Martin's hand slip down her pants, she stiffened her whole body. She was beyond her own reason now, egged on by the pictures she had seen and the fucking she had watched in the clearing, and she wanted Martin to fuck her. Reaching to her groin, she pressed her hand against his from outside her pants as a tacit agreement to what they were about to do. There was no turning back, and even if there were, Nancy didn't want to. This would be the revenge she wanted for her husband. Removing her hand from her own body, she moved it to Martin's belt and unbuckled it, unfastened' his clasp and opened his pants as far as she could, spreading the front and making it possible for her to reach inside and grip his penis tightly in his underwear.
At first she couldn't believe that she had grabbed the right thing. She knew her husband's cock was large, but the shaft she was gripping was even bigger than Bill's. Despite the strength of her hand, Martin's cock was so large that she couldn't hold it as tightly as she wanted to, and even his slight movements pulled it from her long, graceful fingers. She mewled softly. There was no other choice but to wait for him to remove his clothes and give her total and free access to his burliness, something Martin was eager to do. But first he wanted to remove Nancy's confining garments. Gripping the lower hem of her casual shirt, he pulled it over her yielding arms, revealing her luscious breasts behind her sheer, lacy bra, breasts that were throbbing and pulsing with rapid surges of her lust-heated blood. Ignoring her bra, Martin immediately went to her pants, unzipping them and pulling them over her long shapely legs, pulling with them her cum-soaked bikini panties and exposing, finally, her red-haired covered cunt, already glistening with little droplets of her hot, seeping feminine juices. They were shining like small jewels in her tangled Venus mound. Martin gaped at the sensual beauty, and licked his lips noisily at the thought of placing his mouth on the luscious looking vagina, quivering inches from his face. Without removing his pants so that Nancy could grip his massive cock, he placed his wet lips against the gasping cuntal opening and drove his tongue deeply between the slippery wet folds.
Nancy stiffened her body, and for the moment forgot about her desire to stroke Martin's cock. The feeling of his tongue reaching into her clitoral depths was incredible, and the turbulent piercing pain shooting through her lower area was all-encompassing. It washed through her body like a stab from a white-hot double edged sword, ripping through her pussy and searing her mind in a sheet of flame. It was nothing like when her husband had sent his tongue into her pussy. That had been almost forced on her, and she had not expected it. Now she had already been excited, and she was determined to enjoy whatever Martin had in mind for her totally. Again and again he rammed his tongue deeply into her cuntal folds, lashing at her lust-hardened clitoral bud, reaching with his hotly wet organ and running the tip of his cunt-sucking thickness along her lubricated vaginal walls. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweetly heady aroma seeping from between Nancy's oozing cuntal spread and reveled in the enticing scent. It seemed to make him attack her cunt with more force, and he drove his tongue brutally into her vagina again and again.
Nancy was in heaven. She wanted to be ravished by this man, taken with the same force she had watched her husband take Cindy, and she opened her creamy-white, sweat covered thighs so that he might better reach her aching and aroused cuntal depths. She thrust her naked body forcefully against Martin's cunt lapping mouth and tightened her quivering thighs around the sides of his head and held him tightly against her thrashing body, making sure that there would be no way he would be able to remove his pleasure giving tongue from her vagina, not until she was ready.
Martin had sucked many cunts before Nancy's, but he was convinced that hers was one of the best, if not indeed the best. Her hot cum was pouring into his mouth like a river of lush honey, hotly sweet and thick. Each lash of his tongue drew mouthfuls of cum from her palpitating pussy lips and smeared her entire pubic region with the liquid, further covering her bright red cuntal hair with the glistening fluids.
Suddenly he became aware that his penis was jutting from between his legs, and he very much wanted Nancy to take it in her slender hands. With a violent jerk, he pulled his face from between Nancy's tightly clasping legs, and she let out a stifled moan of utter disappointment.
"No. No Martin. Suck me there. Please suck my cunt."
"Wanna stroke my cock?" he asked softly, leaning over her widely reopened thighs.
For a brief moment she tried to comprehend what he had said, and when she had, a huge smile came to her face. She had wanted to stroke his burgeoned penis ever since she had first felt its huge size in his pants, and she was suddenly aware that he was still almost fully clothed. She sat up and greedily grabbed his penis, jutting from his skimpy shorts like an oversized third arm. Its hugeness had nearly pulled his underwear away from his well kept body, and reaching into the elastic band was no problem. Grasping as much of the swollen shaft as she could, Nancy removed the massive pillar of rock-hard flesh from his small pants and allowed it freedom of movement. Once out of the his confining pants, it swelled even more, and she was overcome with a sense of awe at the thing. Gaping at the nearly purple, thickly veined shaft of flesh, throbbing and pulsing in her hand, she realized that she would have to split her cuntal opening to the limit if she ever hoped to accommodate Martin's cock. The bulbous, mushroom shaped, rubber-like head seemed to be glowing in the darkness like an over-heated coal, burning and threatening to sear her cuntal opening with its fiery hotness. She could see the massive sexual object pulse as surge after lustfully heated surge of blood filled it, stretching the outer skin so much that it seemed the glaring penis membrane would certainly split, unable to hold the incredible huge cylinder inside. The cock itself burned in her hand, and for a brief moment, Nancy was afraid to hold the churning organ for fear that it would raise blisters on her silky soft hand flesh, but she put this out of her mind as she began to stroke the blood-engorged, corpulent prick, aware that it would fill her cuntal chamber with a virtual tidal wash of seamy, thick cum. She has thought that her husband's cock was huge, but she was holding in both her hands a monster, capable of flooding her cuntal depths to the brim with still more semen left over.
And then she did a remarkable thing, remarkable in the fact that she never thought she would ever do it of her own free will. Opening her mouth as widely as she could, she bent her head forward and enveloped the massive thing with her luscious lips, unable to close her mouth around the seething penis now deep in her gullet. It was nothing short of incredible. The rod was so huge that even when the rubbery bulbous head was pressed tightly against her esophagus, she could not touch his sperm laden balls with her lips. Bobbing her head the full length of Martin's turgid cock, she nearly gagged as it filled her mouth with its boiling hotness, churning and pulsing as wave after wave of wantonly heated blood spurted through it, and Nancy moaned deliriously as she covered the burly shaft with her cunt-warm saliva.
* * *
Had Bill and Cindy not been occupied with other matters, they might have heard Nancy's moan, but Bill was too busy delighting in the loud mewls and squeals of Cindy as she danced and jumped on his own mountainous cock. Each time she drove her body down on him, and was in turn met with an upwards thrust of Bill's powerfully muscular hips, she pressed the full weight of her voluptuous body against his large, sperm-filled balls, and as she squeezed them with her cunt against his ramming thighs, he could feel his cock begin to constrict, forcing his thick semen from his aching balls, along his deeply penetrating penis and building pressure against the near bursting head of his cock. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his sperm in him for as long as he could, trying to prolong this incredible fuck, knowing that as soon as he erupted his wildly produced cum, it would be all over. Tightening his thighs as he felt his climax begin, he gripped Cindy's thighs tightly and spread them as far as he could, worming as many fingers as was possible into her freely flowing cuntal orifice.
Cindy felt the intense stab of pain as her cunt, already stretched more than it had ever been, was being forced open still more by Bill's worming fingers. She had never felt so blissfully tortured before, and she drove her hips downward brutally, engulfing the finger to their knuckles and let out with a scream of sheer lust and delight.
"Eeeeeiiii! You're ripping my cunt wide open!"
Bill didn't hear her. His head was pressed hard against the ground as he tightened his muscles and prepared for the explosion. His wildly worked cock was at last coming into its own, and he was aware of nothing except the incredible pressure ramming against the dilated crack of his penis tip. This hot little bitch was really making him surge with excitement, and tray as he might, there would be no way he could stop the on-rush of his thick, hot sperm. With a final upwards thrust, he reached his long, thick cock deeply into the gyrating cunt thrashing on top of hi and, taking a deep breath, exploded into her vaginal depths, emitting a loud moan in total and intense delight.
"God! I'm cuuuuummmmiiinngg!!!"
With a violent surge of lust-enticed strength, his semen burst forth along his constricting cock muscles in the first tremendous eruption of his thick fluid. Lowering his body for only a moment, he again continued his thrusting as he poured jet after cunt-filling jet of his sperm into Cindy's hungrily greedy vagina. Again and again he rammed his foaming cock into her thrashing pussy, sending his seething sperm as far into her thrashing pussy as he could in an endless gushing river. His hips and whole body thrashed and jerked as he tried to reach her belly with the tip of his turgid penis and fill her completely with his hot thick cum. His legs were undulating upwards in short spasms, and he writhed on the ground in complete and utter abandonment, aware of nothing as his mind was enveloped in a sheet of sexual flame.
Cindy could sense his orgasm coming as he stiffened his hips, and she, too wanted to hold her clear, sticky cum in her cunt for as long as she could. But it was not to be, as his monstrous cock was bringing her to the point of no return. As Bill tightened and constricted his leg muscles, Cindy convulsed her entire lower region as her cum began to press against her painfully split cuntal lips. Each thrust of Bill's cock only added to the mounting pressure already built to uncontrollable lust. As soon as she felt the first surge of thickly hot semen gush into her burning vagina, she loosened her cuntal muscles and met his flooding sperm with the tidal flood of her cum, crying out against the night like a woman possessed with the force of a million devils.
"I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!"
The upward thrust of Bill's erupting penis was matched with a brutal downward plunge of Cindy's cock and finger violated cunt, and her wash of feminine juices rushed from deep in her vagina against the first enormous surge of his seething cum. Forcing its way from her vaginal walls, her cum gushed from her stretched pussy lips, around the cunt plunging cock and fingers and spread over their bumping pubic areas.
Cindy thrashed her body mindlessly, her thoughts washed from her mind with a fiery explosion in her head as her whole body seemed to bear down on Bill's volcanic cock. She rested her full weight on his lava-like penis and revolved her hips in tight little circles as she sought to suck with her exploding cunt every drop of sperm she could from his turbulent cock. Her body jerked and thrashed violently around his cunt filling cock, and she drove her hips downward in a final, forceful, brutal thrust, eliminating the final remnants of her hot, sticky feminine juices.
* * *
Nancy was so intent on sucking Martin's huge, swollen cock that she never heard either Bill's or Cindy's loud scream. For the moment, she was so intent on pleasing the man sitting in front of her that she would not have minded even if she had heard. She could not believe that sucking a man's penis was so enjoyable, and she lapped at his bulbous tip with enough intensity to make up for lost time.
Martin loved having his cock sucked by this little red-headed bitch. She was running her tongue around the base of his angry red tip, and he tossed his head back deliriously as she engulfed as much of his throbbing column as she could, lifting his sperm laden balls with slow movements, as though they were almost too heavy with their sheer size to be hefted by her feminine arms. His hair-covered scrotum filled her hands, and his massive penis filled her mouth. She could not begin to ram the corpulent rod totally in her mouth, and as she bobbed her head up and down along the monstrously engorged shaft, her lips were stretched into a lewdly painful oval, and her teeth raked along the immense spear, no matter how far she opened her lush and pliant lips.
It had been a long time since Martin was sucked off like this. He couldn't remember when his bloated prick had been attacked with such vigor, and he was loving every moment of it. He thought that he must have been wrong in his first appraisal of Nancy. He had always figured her to be something of a prude. But no prude could suck cock like Nancy was sucking his. She was shoving it into her mouth like it was the first meal she had had in months, ramming as much of it as she could deeply into her gullet, and still she tried to push her head around more of it. Martin could feel his sensitive tip press tightly against the back of Nancy's esophagus, feel the angrily throbbing mushroom shaped head surge against the insides of her throat, and, as she ran her tongue along his glistening shaft, he felt the raking of her teeth along his huge, long cock. Each raking was like a million tiny stabs of delightful pain searing through his shaft, and as she brought her head up and down along his cock, he thrashed his head and emitted low, throaty moans of utter blissful pleasure.
"That's it, baby. Suck it. Suck it hard."
Nancy heard him giving her the lewd and obscene orders, and the sounds of the perverse words made her all the more excited. She tried to press the burly rod all the way into her head, forcing the rock-hard steel-like shaft of flesh firmly against the roof of her mouth, ramming it tightly into her throat as she pulled his outer skin near the base of the mouth fucking prick along its coarse, hairy length.
Martin began to undulate his hips, ready to begin the motions that would send an incredible volume of his hot, thick sperm rushing into her mouth, but in a second he regained control of himself. Even though he loved having his cock sucked, he wanted to save her for the party later in the weekend. Right now he wanted to place his aggravated penis in her cunt and explode his wad in the gushing softness of her hot little cunt. It was always better to save something for a little later, and if he knew himself at all, he was going to be seeing a lot more of this luscious woman. Gripping the sides of her head, he held her in place around his throbbing shaft as he talked to her.
"You want this cock in your cunt, don't you?"
With his corpulent spear deep in her mouth, Nancy was finding it hard to think of anything else, but as soon as he asked her, she realized that her own pussy lips were still burning, and had been further excited by her remarkably skillful cock sucking. She wanted to have this incredible penis between her outstretched legs, wanted to feel his long thickness rip at her vaginal lips and drive all the way into her belly. She knew what a huge cock felt like. Her husband's was massive, but it was almost nothing compared to the swollen shaft pulsing in her mouth right now. She tried to imagine the huge column pushing into her dripping cuntal chamber, tried to think of the blissful pain it would cause as he thrust and rammed it deep into her cunt, but she could not. All she knew was that it would be the greatest feeling her pussy had ever experienced, and she wanted to have that sensation. She wanted him to drive his cock deeply into her cunt and tear the vaginal walls apart. She wanted him to send the palpitating penis into the hotly excited folds of her vagina. She looked up into his eager eyes and nodded her head as much as she could while his neck-stiffening cock was still deep in her mouth.
He released her head and she gave his thickness one final bob of her head, sending it as deeply into her throat as she could while she took the long, full strands of her hair and moved them along Martin's trembling thighs, lightly caressing his muscled legs with her hair. She felt him twitch convulsively as the tickling flames danced around on his tightened inner thighs. Moving her head along his body with his cock deep in her mouth, she pulled her hair along his quivering legs, inching it slowly to his swollen scrotum.
He tightened his pubic muscles in total delight, and his hands raced to her head. This was too much. He wanted her to suck his cock forever now, and he had forgotten about the fact that he wanted to fuck her cunt. Holding her tightly on the sides of her head, he thrust his hips upwards as brutally as he could as he brought her head down sharply on his jutting penis, forcing his prick totally into her throat for the first time. He felt her gag and choke as his rod filled her throat completely, and he held her there for what seemed like an eternity.
But if he didn't remember that she had a cunt to be fucked, she did. She wanted to feel his rod in her pussy. No matter how pleasurable sucking it was, she knew that having his rod in her vagina would be better. With a lustfully increased surge of strength, she pulled her head from around the massive, gagging cock and gave the bulbous, rubbery head one last lick. Then, grabbing his huge pole in one hand, she raised her body over it, pushing him flat down on the ground, and impaled herself on his up-thrust cock in the same way she had seen Cindy do to her husband. Martin straightened his legs and allowed her to place her dripping, seething cuntal crack over his bulbous head. Still gripping his corpulent rod with one hand as she squatted over his missile, she moved his cock along the hotly sucking lips of her aching pussy, teasingly touching the sensitive tip of his pulsing cock with the hair fringed rim of her delicious cunt.
The first contact of her pussy against his penis was like sandpaper rubbing along his ballooned head, and he tightened his body as a searing flame shot through his nearly cunt engulfed cock. He tried to send his hips upwards, but it was impossible for him to enter the buttery confines of her cunt while she was gripping onto his penis. Reaching down along his body, he inserted his fuck finger in her opened pussy lips past his penis. It must have surprised her completely, because she went totally limp and allowed her body to fall harshly onto his pussy-lip penetrating prick.
Immediately she was overcome with a searing wave of intense and all consuming pain as his monstrous cock ravished her tight cunt. As her body weight slid around the pole jutting from between his legs, her vaginal walls were split more than they had ever been, and his sliding steel-like rod rammed into her cunt, reaching through her slippery clitoris toward her rock-hard bud, deep within the wetly warm folds of her sensuous cuntal flesh. A piercing scream passed from her lips, a low, hoarse shriek of anguish and delight as she felt her cunt almost ripped open brutally by Martin's immense cock.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee! Jesus!"
It was incredible, and for one brief moment, she thought that she would not be able to take his mountain of flesh in her tight cunt, but as she raised her body and lowered herself again the already undulating thrusts of manhood plunging inside of her, she began to relax and become aware of nothing except the searing, red-hot shaft pulsing and throbbing between her cuntal walls. She drove her body down hard on his blood-swollen cock, trying to send it deep into her belly as she revolved her hips to open her cuntal hole even more.
* * *
As Cindy and Bill were laying, exhausted on the ground, their bodies still twitching and convulsing spasmodically with the final rushes of their lust-enraged fuck, they thought they could hear a scream muffled by the trees. Bill looked over to Cindy, still heaving her chest and breasts as she attempted to catch her breath. Engulfing a mammoth mound of breast flesh, he pinched her pebble-like nipple to get her attention. He got it all right. She must not have heard the muffled moan, because she turned over onto her stomach and planted a firm kiss on Bill's open mouth. He took her head and lifted it up off of him.
"Listen," he whispered. "I think there's someone else here. I thought I heard a woman scream."
Cindy looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Could be. Could be," she whispered into his ear, lashing out with her tongue into it and running her wet organ around the tight flesh. "This place isn't exactly out in the total wilderness, you know. I bet there must be about five people here on any one night when both the Boy Scouts and the Girl Scouts are camping."
"You really think so?"
"Hell, yes. Jesus, Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts need to fuck just like everyone else, and they don't let us do it in the tents. They have to keep up a semblance of respectability, you know."
She thought her explanation would end the conversation, and she again planted her luscious lips on Bill's open mouth, worming her tongue deeply into the wet confines of his throat. But he was not about to be put off so easily. If there were other people here, he might have been watched, and that would not go very well if his wife found out. Taking her gently off his lips, he looked deeply into her light blue eyes.
"I think we should take a look," he whispered.
"Why do you want to look at other people screwing, when you've got me right next to you?" she asked. Looking back at him as wantonly as she could as her hand coursed along his inner thighs and grabbed his again swelling penis. But he would not be deterred.
"If you won't come with me," he hissed softly. "I'll take a look alone."
"Well, I bet I can tell you who the guy is," she said, refusing to remove her stroking hand from his burgeoned cock. "It's probably Cantrell with another Girl Scout."
"Cantrell? Oh you mean the head of the Boy Scout administration."
"You got it. He comes here every night of every weekend. I'll admit, sometimes he's fun to watch, and he can really fuck, believe me."
"Well, then," sighed Bill, "why not the more the merrier!"
"Sounds like a good idea, but let's just listen for a while, to give them enough time to really get going. We don't want to break them up, do we?"
It sounded like a good idea to Bill. Ordinarily, he was not one to invade privacy, but he hated Cantrell, and this might be fun at that. He tried to imagine the larger man fucking a woman, and the thought just could not form in his mind. Even when he heard the man's voice, he smiled at the thought that it might be his weekend boss.
He could hear the man very clearly when he put his mind to it, and the sounds of the couple were becoming more and more distinct.
"Come on, baby," he heard. "Ride that cock. Let's see you send it to your belly."
The voice was unmistakably Cantrell's, though he couldn't tell who the woman was. She was making only short grunts and moans, and doing it so softly that she was almost inaudible.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."
The lewd fucking sounds were making Bill feel horny again, and he said nothing to Cindy as she enveloped his stiff rod in her cum-covered hands, stroking it in rhythm to the panting coming from behind the trees. Bill closed his eyes as Cindy made her intentions known. She was masturbating him as he listened to the fucking. Well why not? he asked himself. He could lay back and have another orgasm while he listened to two other people. Not bad. Not bad at all. He smiled to himself. What kind of a woman would let herself be fucked by an ass-hole like Cantrell? Who ever she was, it sound like they were really getting it on.
"That's it, baby. You got it. I'm gonna fuck you all the way to your belly, but you gotta sit on me harder than that."
It was indeed humorous. He was probably being fucked the same way Cindy had sat on his cock. How unimaginative. The least he could do was think of something new, especially if they had been watching him and Cindy.
"I'll take you for a ride, but your cock is just too big," said the woman. Muffled by the trees, Bill thought he could make out the voice. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't tell. He would have to listen more closely.
"If you think that, honey, you're in for a real surprise. I intend to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Bill looked at Cindy, who had stopped her cock stroking.
"He really talks a lot, doesn't he?" asked Bill.
"He sure does, but that's one of the great things about him. Words can really turn a girl on."
Bill made a mental note to remember that the next time he fucked his wife. But don't talk too much, he thought. Too much can take away from the concentration of the fuck.
"Good Martin, I want to be ripped in half," said the woman. Bill stiffened. That voice. It was so familiar, but he just couldn't place it. He ran through his mind, trying to think of the women he knew, but it was no use. He would have to listen as carefully as he could. He would not be satisfied until he knew who the woman was.
"Okay, Nancy, here I come. I'm gonna hit that hot little clitoral bud, and it's gonna hurt."
All the blood drained from Bill's face. Nancy? His wife? With Cantrell? No matter how hard he tried, he could not believe it, but the more he thought about it, the more that voice seemed to fit his wife. It couldn't be, but it had to be. He would know those pants and grunts anywhere.
"I think that's my wife with him," he hissed to Cindy. She only smiled at him.
"Girls have to have their fun too," she said. The words made no soothing impression on Bill. How could she do this to him. Actually fuck Cantrell, and sound as though she was loving every second of it. He tried to picture his wife's luscious naked body thrashing and writhing on top of another man. Hell, she only seemed to enjoy sex with her husband.
Bill thought he could put the thought out of his mind that his wife was fucking Martin, but he could not do it with reason alone. He would have to see for himself that it was not his wife, but another woman with the same name and same basic voice. It had to be that. The picture of his wife just didn't place her screwing another man, but he had to be sure.
"I'm going to take a look at them," he told Cindy. "If that really is my wife, I'm gonna kill that Cantrell, and maybe her as well."
Cindy sighed. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She tried one last trick. Holding his penis firmly in her slender hand, she ovalled her lips and engulfed his turgid cock, driving her head forcefully around the swollen column of searing flesh and ran her tongue around the base of his still rubbery head. But it was no use. She couldn't seem to take his mind off the sounds of the couple fucking in the small clearing behind the trees. Well, she thought, what the hell? It might be fun at that to watch Cantrell in action again, and she wanted to see what Bill's wife looked like anyway. He had told her that he preferred her fucking to that of his wife's, and she wanted to see who she had beat out. When she saw that her cock sucking was having no effect on him, she felt a little disappointed, but she reasoned that as soon as he saw what was going on in the clearing he would be happy and want to fuck her again. Reluctantly, she removed her head from his pulsing penis and allowed him to rise from the ground. Together the naked couple crept silently along the lush grass toward the second clearing. Pushing aside some small branches, Bill looked at the writhing couple on the grass. Squinting to make his eyes more used to the sudden darkness, his mouth fell open as he saw, to his confirmed horror, his wife, sitting on the deeply thrust, incredibly thick cock of Martin Cantrell.
CHAPTER SIX
Bill couldn't believe it. There, right in front of his widely opened eyes, was his wife, screwing herself brutally on Martin's cock, squatting over his outstretched legs as she rammed her tight little pussy again and again against Martin's thrashing thighs. She was driving herself downward with lustfully enraged strength, forcing his long penis deep into the gushing softness of her hotly writhing cunt. Her bounces and jerks were matched by her low, throaty grunts and pants as she forced the air from her lungs in short spasms. Now that he was closer, he could clearly hear her moans of delight, and each grunt sent another surging rush of hate-heated blood through his muscled body.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."
It was nothing short of incredible. He never would have believed that his nearly virginal wife would do such a thing. His first instinct was to run into the clearing and pull her off Martin's cock and rape her himself. It would serve the little bitch right.
But he couldn't move. He was transfixed at the sight of his wife writhing and churning her body mindlessly. He could do nothing more than stand and watch as she tried to collect his thoughts.
Nancy was almost facing the parted branches through which her husband was looking, but she was too deep in rapture as she screwed her body tightly on the cunt-ripping cock of Martin. Her mind was totally controlled by the raging fires searing and waving through her body, egged on by the constant ramming of Martin's cock deep in her slippery vaginal depths. Her mind was awash with a blazing sheet of flame that blotted out everything and made her inner eye see nothing except a blinding white light. Nothing her husband had ever done was as exciting as Martin's massive prick plunging in and out of her slippery, cum- lubricated cuntal chamber. Her pussy lips were stretched as far as they could be by the huge pole, and the hair fringed opening clasped firmly around his throbbing penis. Each upwards thrust of Martin's thick cock sent massive ripples of searing delight coursing along Nancy's spine, and she was revolving her hips around in little circles, pressing his burgeoned penis against her vaginal walls with a still greater force. Each time she wormed her lush, torrid cunt around his corpulent cock, she could feel the shooting stabs of lascivious anguish rip through her lower regions like an all consuming flood of liquid fire washing through her cuntal area.
Martin was no stranger to good fucking, but he couldn't remember a time when he had been screwed with such force and intent. The hot little cunt vibrating out of control on top of him was really going out of her mind. She was thrashing and reeling as though she was a woman condemned to one last fuck, and she had to make the most of it. She was certainly going out of her way to give him the ride of his life. Falling forward on his heaving chest, she rested on her hands and moved her lower body like it was double jointed. Her ass and cunt were bouncing along his surging cock so fast that it looked like a blur to him, and he increased his tempo to match hers. Each brutal downward thrust of her dripping, sweaty cunt on his deeply penetrating cock was matched just as quickly by a forceful inward plunge of his aching cock, driving it deeper and deeper into her cock- bending vagina.
Reaching up with his hands, he engulfed her drooping breasts, kneading them tightly in his powerful hands and pinching the sex-taut nipples between his constricting fingers. He could tell that his breast massage was having an effect on the crazily fucking body on him. With each constriction of his massive hands, Nancy jerked her body completely, breaking her mind-boggling cunt movements and sending her body into short convulsions. Martin's palms were completely engulfing her blood-swollen breasts, pressing her bright red, rock-hard nipples firmly against his opening and closing hands and increasing the seething fires torching through Nancy's already boiling cunt. She was almost falling on top of him now, her hips and cunt still working rapidly as it slid up and down along Martin's forward-bent thickness.
His cock was so long and thick that the bending pressed it tighter still against the backside of her stretched pussy lips, but it was so long that there was no danger of it slipping out of the cum-oiled hole. As she lowered her body slowly and mindlessly on top of his hairy and powerful chest, she could feel his hands follow her down until the backs of his breast-squeezing hands were pushed against his neck, adding to the force he could use in closing them around her fleshy mounds. Her sensitive nipples were rubbing forcefully against the strength of his palms, and Martin pulled her breasts apart and inserted her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching them as tightly as he could, Nancy let out with an incredible shriek of maddened frenzy and took a deep breath, stopping her cuntal thrashing as a wave of broiling pain shot from her breast nipples, seared through her bobbing mounds of soft, luscious flesh and coursed through her sweat filmed body to her searing, aching cuntal lips. They were building up an incredible pressure against her cock filled pussy opening, and she began to sense that she would cum soon. She had to or she would go insane. The blazing atomic-like fires raging deep in her loins were begging for release, and even though she tried to relax her tightening vaginal muscles to prolong the fuck for as long as she could, she could feel herself losing control. Again and again she drove her hips brutally against Martin's forcefully thrusting thighs, knowing that she was only adding to the pressure against her painfully stretched cuntal lips.
Each time Nancy rammed her cunt on his cock, Martin could feel the coarse hair fringed orifice slap against his heavily sperm-laden balls, squeezing and pressing them against his tightly clasped thighs and forcing his thick, hot sperm from them and along his throbbing, deeply thrust penis. Her crazily jerking slippery cuntal hole moved along his sunken shaft like a well oiled cylinder, just as his cock was ramming in the cuntal chamber like a powerful piston, thrusting and plunging deeply into the seething gushing depths of her hotly thrashing pussy. Martin felt as though he was in a dream as he thrust his burning rod as deeply into her vagina as was possible, trying to reach the budding cervix again and again. He could feel the rock hard inner tip touch the huge, bulbous tip of his powerfully working penis, and he began to match his sliding inward thrusts with the pinching of her cherry sized breast nipples, squeezing them each time he rammed his turgid, burgeoned penis into her, and released them, allowing her lust heated blood to surge back into them, turning them from a bright red to a pale white and back again to a bright red. Each brutal pinch was sending massive ripples shooting through her already wantonly fucking body, increasing the building fires pressing against her achingly forced apart pussy lips. He was making it harder for her to keep from bursting her seething cum around his massive rod. Gritting her teeth, she rose from his body, pulling her sensitive nipples from between his tightly pinching fingers and causing a wash of liquid fire to flow through her body. This was too much for her to control, and the combinations of her violently moving cunt and the excruciating pain in her nearly popping nipples made her break the silence with a shattering yell of delirious frenzy.
"Aaaaaaiiieeee!!!"
Bill almost jumped in right then to pull her off the massive pleasure giving cock. It would serve her right if she were removed from the huge thing before she had a chance to cum. He started to walk forward when he was held back by Cindy's gentle hands running along his inner thighs toward his again swelling penis. For a moment he was again transfixed by her sensual beauty. She was kneeling on her knees behind him, running her tongue along the back of his hairy legs, inching the wet hot organ slowly toward his constricted ass-cheeks. His mind was taken off the sight of his wife's crazy fucking even as he watched it as Cindy moved her stiff, pink tongue between the valley of flesh formed by his buttocks. Closing his eyes in utter pleasure, he threw his head back and uttered a moan of delight.
The sound of his own voice brought him back to his senses. Blinded by an insane jealous rage, he decided that he would allow his wife to have her orgasm, and would then barge in on her, confronting her with the fact that he had seen her do all of this and let her try to worm her way out of it.
He did not have much longer to wait. He could tell just by looking at his wife's thrashing body that she was about to cum, and he could see that her wild and abandoned fucking was also bringing Martin to his peak.
Martin could feel the final effects of Nancy's wild thrashing as clearly as Bill could see it. His cock muscles were beginning to constrict, forcing her seething sperm along the full length of his over-worked penis. Each brutal inward thrust threatened to be the last one, and he could not tell how soon it would come. It would be soon, though, very soon. Suddenly, he knew that he was cumming. With a deep breath, he arched his hips forcefully upwards, sending his near bursting rod deeply into her searing depths and exploded his hot, thick sperm into the writhing cuntal depths on top of him.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Jesus, I'm CUUUMMMMIINGGGG! " His burgeoned, Herculean cock erupted with the force of a thousand volcanoes, the lava like semen gushing from the widely open crack in the tip of his penis like a newly found oil well, surging his sperm in a river of thick, milky-white cum flowing in the chamber of her greedily accepting cuntal passage. Again and again he jetted his sperm, ramming his erupting cock deeper and deeper between the stretched opening of her aching and burning pussy lips, flooding her vagina with the thick hotness gushing from his heated cock. Surge after lustfully powerful surge boiled and churned in her chamber, and washed against her burning cuntal walls. Jetting his sperm into her cunt, he spasmed his jerking body as his mind was completely taken over by the totality of his incredible fuck.
Feeling him stiffen inside her, Nancy realized that it was almost all over. As his thick sperm washed and flooded against her already constricting vaginal walls, she felt them open up and emit her cum. As Martin drove his exploding prick into the sweet softness of her churning cuntal gushiness, she felt her feminine juices blaze forth to meet his. Ramming her already juicy cunt down on his up-thrusted cock, she pressed her vaginal muscles tightly and instinctively, and, taking a deep breath, she too emitted an ear piercing yell that rivaled Martin's in intensity and lustfulness.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!!!"
Her whole cunt seemed to explode with the first rush of her sticky-sweet juices, meeting Martin's flood of sperm with a tidal wave of her clear, hot cum. Again and again she drove her hips downward on his bursting prick, and her cum mingled with his in her seething cuntal chamber. Her vaginal walls constricted again and again, squeezing her flood of syrup from their burning confines and washing the deeply plunged cock with her own wash of honeyed fluids. Each exploding thrust of his prick was matched in intensity with an erupting downward thrust, and she seemed to be taking still more of his bursting cock than she had been before. Her hips pressed his surging balls against his trembling thighs and squeezed from them even more of his sperm, squeezed them like a mighty hand closing around a soaked sponge and forced every drop of his thick, milky-whiteness along the throbbing penis.
Their mingled fluids flowed from Nancy's widely stretched cuntal opening and smeared on their intertwined pubic hairs, creating a thin, sticky film which seemed to glue them together while they continued the final thrashings of their combined orgasm. Oozing from her cuntal slit like a thick, creeping liquid, their hot cums washed around Martin's still lunging cock, and onto his thrusting legs like a boiling sea, searing and burning against his hairy thighs. Their banging bodies made lewd slapping and sucking sounds as they forced tiny pockets of air from the tightly sealing juices flowing from Nancy's quivering cunt.
Finally, Martin slowed his movements slightly, hardly enough for Nancy to notice at first in the mindless bliss of her cock flooding orgasm, but enough to slow the violent surges of his jetting stream of sperm. In a short while, though, Nancy became aware that he was no longer erupting into her, and she, too, was beginning to cease her explosions. Together they came down from their rushing intercourse, and finally they grinded their sexual organs together in one last, seething burst of lust before they collapsed and relaxed their exhausted bodies. Nancy fell forward on top of Martin and allowed his drooping cock to shrivel from between her still widely spread vagina. Its shrinking mass, once removed from her flooded cunt, allowed her cum to flow freely from her pulsing pussy lips and from small pools of glistening, sticky liquids in his dark pubic hair. His cock was burning and sweetly covered with the monumental wash of cum that had flooded around it, and she took the slippery mass of shrunken flesh in her hand and stroked it gently, cleaning it with the soft movements of her slender fingers.
Moving his face close to Nancy's ear, Martin whispered softly.
"Good enough for you?" he asked, running his hand to her trembling belly and engulfing a huge handful of soft, lush stomach flesh.
Nancy was breathing heavily, her face turned to one side over Martin's shoulder.
"You were fantastic," she hissed between breaths. She meant it. She had never been so excited with her husband in bed. Even though she had sucked Martin's cock, she knew that it was not the only reason she had been so satiated. It was his hugeness that had left her so exhausted. The massive size of Martin's cock told her that she could never be satisfied with anything less again, and she would be sorry to see the weekend be gone on Sunday.
"Am I as good as Bill?" he asked, moving his face away from her ear.
"As good and then some," she answered.
Bill, watching and listening behind the tree, could stand it no longer. Watching his wife fuck a man she knew he didn't like was bad enough, but hearing that she had compared him to Martin was too much. He walked from behind the tree and stood in front of his wife.
"So you think he's better than I am, do you?" he said in a low, almost casual voice.
Nancy looked up in utter horror and fright, her eyes wide as she saw the glowing form of her husband standing over her.
"Bill!!!" she said, not knowing what to do. A flood of complete and total fear came over her still shaking body. Her pounding heart stopped for a moment as she saw her husband's naked, muscular body walk closer to her. Quickly she got off of Martin and tried to stand, but as soon as she got to her feet, Bill slapped her hard across the face and sent her flying to the ground. Her hand went to her face, her cheek stinging from his strike.
"Slut. That's what you are," Bill seethed through his tightly clenched teeth. "You're nothing more than a common whore, and I ought to beat the shit out of you right here and now. My own wife, fucking in the woods with a perfect stranger."
His words burned into Nancy harshly. She tried to look at him, but she could not bear to see the glaring hatred in his eyes.
"I'm not even going to grace your actions by asking for an explanation. I saw the whole thing, and there is no explanation. Now I'm really going to give it to you."
Bill bent down and started to grab his shaking wife's arm. She pulled away from his lowering form, trying to hide her face in shame and remorse. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps she was nothing more than a common slut.
But she was saved from his vise-like grip by Martin's hand reaching out and stopping him. Bill turned his attention to the smiling Boy Scout leader.
"You stay out of this, you wife fucker. When I get finished with her, I'm gonna pound that cock of yours so that you'll never get another erection."
Martin continued to look at the angry man with a smile on his face.
"Just one thing before you do anything, Bill," he said calmly. "Suppose you tell us what you were doing here."
Suddenly Nancy's shame turned to hatred. "That's right, Bill," she said as she regained her composure. "At least when I take another lover, he's in my own age bracket."
"You just shut up, you fucking little whore," hissed Bill, his mind working rapidly as he tried to think of an answer.
"All right," said Nancy, getting to her feet, though still keeping her distance from her angry husband. In his nakedness, she could see his powerful muscled body tighten, and although he had only hit her this once, she knew that he could be capable of beating her to within an inch of her life, no matter how rational she tried to be. "If you won't tell me, I'll ask that little teenager standing over there. Cindy I believe her name is."
Bill took his glance away from Martin's leering face and looked at the naked form of Cindy standing casually against the tree he had been hiding behind, drawing on a cigarette she must have taken from her clothes.
"That's right, Mr. Roberts," said Cindy. "I guess if you won't talk to your wife, she'll have to talk to me. And I have a very good imagination."
Bill's mind began to work rapidly under the pressure, and he finally turned his fury on the only person left.
"And you, you little teenaged cunt, you just shut that lovely face before I shut it for you. I can make you look so that you'll never be able to get another horny Boy Scout as long as you live."
"Why, what ever are you talking about, Mr. Roberts," said Cindy in a little girl's voice, sounding mockingly innocent. "I was a virgin before you threatened to beat, me up if I didn't go into the woods with you. And I'll bet you can't prove otherwise." She ended her sentence with a note of finality.
Martin suddenly began to laugh loudly, and both Bill and Nancy looked at him.
"You know," said Martin through peals of laughter, "she's right. I'll bet you couldn't prove otherwise. A pity that I happen to know that Cindy is a sweet, innocent girl who just happens to be, how shall I say, overly endowed for her age. His eyes squinted at Bill's amazed look. "And you took advantage of her," he added. "How do you think that would go over at the school board?"
Bill looked at his shaking wife, and walked over to her, suddenly filled with concern.
"This has all the makings of a set-up," he said, spinning around and looking directly at Martin, who was still smiling.
"Now that's what I like," said the Scout leader. "A man with a mind as well as a cock."
"You bastard," seethed Nancy, coming to her husband's defense. "You arranged this whole thing just to get at my husband in some way. Well, I for one... "
"You, for one," interrupted Martin," had better watch what you do as well. How would you like to be arrested for passing out smut to Boy Scouts. In a Boy Scout Camp, no less."
A look of bewilderment came over Nancy. "What are you talking about?" she asked, trying to understand Martin's warped thinking.
"I have, in my possession, several rather revealing pictures that are covered with your fingerprints, and if they should fall into the wrong hands... but I can see that you catch my drift."
Bill again looked at his wife.
"What is he talking about?" he asked.
At first, Nancy wasn't sure herself, but suddenly remembered those filthy, disgusting pictures she had found in her desk, and a feeling of helplessness waved over her.
"He... he planted some pictures in... in my desk, and... and I looked at them," she stammered, the realization coming to her with crystal clarity.
"Say," said Cindy, "she's as intelligent as her husband. And I'll bet he thought he didn't have a mind."
Bill looked at her smirking face, and started to say something. But there was nothing to say. Again looking at Martin, he decided to stop beating around the bush and find out just what was going on.
"All right, Martin, you've got me by the balls. Suppose you tell us what you want from us."
"Now there's a smart man. Knows when he's beaten and knows when to stop bluffing. You're quite right, Bill," he said, standing up and walking over to Cindy to take a drag from her cigarette. "I do have you by the balls."
"And nice balls they are," interjected Cindy, much to Martins' amusement.
"Bill's right, Cindy," said Martin, wanting to avoid getting physical. "They have a right to know why we did all of this."
Looking to Bill, and alternating his glance to Nancy, he explained.
"It seems that at every camping trip, we have this little party. Ordinarily, the guests are the same, but the people who's places you are taking for the week-end just couldn't make it this time. We would be honored if you came in their place instead."
Bill remained standing still, while Nancy furrowed her brow as she tried to make some sense of all this.
"Do you mean to say that you did all of this just so you could ask us to a party?" she asked Martin.
"Wellllll," said Martin, walking over to his clothes and starting to get dressed. "As I'm sure you know, you can't trust everyone, and sometimes it's nice if you have a little leverage to make sure some people you don't know very long don't say things."
"Just what do you mean by that?" snapped Bill.
"We'll see the both of you at the party. Counselor's cabin tomorrow night. Ta ta." and he and Cindy walked off together into the woods, Cindy picking up her clothes but not bothering to put them on.
Bill and Nancy looked at each other.
"What are we going to do?" she asked her husband in a cracking, trembling voice.
Bill glowered at her. "You can shut up, for one thing," he said, though there was not as much venom in his voice as he would have liked. It seemed as though she was as much a victim as he was, and there was little, if anything, that they could do about it. He disappeared into the larger clearing and quickly dressed, returning to the smaller clearing to find that his wife had also dressed. Saying nothing, but giving her a look that told her the matter was far from closed. It was obvious to Nancy that Bill had many things to say about her adulterous actions, but he knew that he had better not say anything just yet. After all, she had caught him fucking that little bitch of a Girl Scout, but he doubted that she would understand that he had almost been raped by her. Well, at least he was blameless, though that didn't help his situation any more than Nancy's. They were both caught up in something from which there seemed no escape. They would have to play along with whatever Martin had in store for them. There was no other choice. No escape for them.
The blackmailed couple walked to their tent together in complete silence. Nancy followed her husband with her head lowered in her shame. She knew that there was no excuse for her action, and she had been caught by her husband, the most complete humiliation she could have thought of. She tried to think of how she had allowed herself to sink so low, but she could come up with no answers. Perhaps her husband was right when he had called her a slut and a whore. Tears came silently to her eyes as she thought of the type of person she was becoming, and she made a vow that she would try to make it up to Bill, somehow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Much of Saturday passed very quickly. Nancy and Bill got up early that morning and said very little to each other. None of the other counselors in their cabin seemed to take much notice of their silence toward each other, but that was because they hardly knew Nancy and Bill and must have thought that was just their way with each other.
To Nancy's relief, Bill had many duties to perform in the various camps, and Nancy, when she returned to her desk in the office, found that Martin was going to busy elsewhere. Not that she was alone, though. Young Boy Scouts came into the office with questions that Nancy could answer, and she spent most of the day talking to the many campers. She saw none of Bill that day, and she was actually glad for that. He had made it clear to her that it would be a long time before he forgave her for what she had done, and Nancy reasoned that if they were apart from each other, he might become more forgiving a lot sooner. At least she hoped he would.
The day was full of activity, and as the sun started going down, she had almost forgotten the events of the night before and the fact that she and her husband were expected at some sort of party. She was cleaning off her desk when Martin walked into the office. She was actually glad to see him, as she was wondering what he would say about the party he had forced her and her husband to. She looked at him with expectation, but he was somewhat aloof and business like.
"Good evening, Nancy," he said as he shuffled through a pile of papers he was carrying. "Have you finished that list you started last night?"
"Yes, Mr. Cantrell," she said, determined to keep everything as formal as she could. It would do no good to encourage him. She handed him the list.
"Good," he said, looking it over. "Yes, very good. And how about the rest of the work. Running a Boy Scout camp can be a mountain of paper work, you know."
"It's all finished, Mr. Cantrell," she told him, trying to keep all inflections from her voice. She looked at him intently as he folded back the many sheets she had typed and compiled, looking over her work with obvious interest.
"So it is, so it is, Nancy," he said without commitment. "Well, you've earned yourself a rest. Bill, you might be happy to know, has been working very hard himself, as we all have. I assume you will be at the party later tonight. We all need to unwind a little."
Her heart sunk. So he had not forgotten. He was making sure she remembered as well, and she assumed he had talked to Bill as well. She nodded and walked out of the office.
* * *
As Nancy and Bill walked from their cabin to the meeting hall, since Martin had told him that the party would be a little bigger than had been originally intended and would therefore have to be held in a larger room, Nancy decided that she had better talk to her husband about the whole thing.
"Bill," she began in a frightened voice. "I'm scared. I don't want to go to the party. I feel that there's something about it that's wrong. Otherwise we wouldn't have to be forced into attending."
For a long moment Bill was silent, and Nancy was afraid that he had still not forgiven her. But he broke the uncomfortable stillness as they came in sight of the large wooden structure.
"I've been thinking the same thing," he said in a thoughtful voice. "But what can happen. I mean after all, this is a Boy Scout camp."
And Martin Cantrell is running the show, Nancy added to herself, and there was hardly anything about him that seemed like a Boy Scout leader. She almost said something about Cindy being a Girl Scout leader, but decided that she would not toss gasoline onto burning coals, so to speak. Things were bad enough as they were, and bringing up the things that had happened last night could only make matters worse.
"I'm still frightened," she said.
"Will you just relax, he snapped. "I tell you that there is nothing to worry about, and that's all there is to it."
Her husband's harsh tone frightened her even more. Did he know something she didn't? She sifted through her mind, but could find no reason for his hostility.
As they walked closer to the cabin, Nancy thought she could hear loud rock music coming from it. At first she thought it was unusual in a Boy Scout camp, but after all, this was to be a party, and you did need music at a party. Bill walked quickly to the door of the structure and knocked. Nancy was certain that she could hear the noises of the door being unlocked. What kind of a party was it where they had to lock the door in a Boy Scout camp? Another strong wave of apprehension raced through Nancy's body. He palms were sweating and she rubbed them on her light blue slacks. Her whole body was shaking, and her heart was pounding like it had never pounded before, sending powerful surges of blood coursing through her being. Her breasts were beginning to swell with her fright, and they were pressing uncomfortably against her tightly constricting bra, thrusting her mounds of flesh out from her chest. Her deep breaths of apprehension were throbbing against her breasts and she was in a very excited state.
It was Martin who opened the door to them, inviting them into the huge, almost bare room.
"Come in, come in," he said quickly, closing and locking the door behind them as they slowly entered the room. "We've been waiting for you. For a moment we thought you might not be coming."
He ended his sentence with a harsh laugh as he smiled lewdly at Bill and leered at Nancy.
Nancy looked around the room, and despite her fears, she could see nothing that looked out of the ordinary. There were about thirty people there, some of whom she recognized as counselors and their wives. The music was indeed loud, and though there was nothing about that that seemed bad. Several people were drinking what appeared to be strong liquor though, and Nancy knew that this was forbidden on Boy Scout camp-outs. Had they been blackmailed so they could not tell the parents that the leaders were boozing it up?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a strange man placed a drink in her hand. She took it automatically, though she didn't like to drink. She turned to her husband, but found that he had left her side and was already walking with Martin toward the gathering of people near the center of the room.
Nancy walked over to him, preferring not to be alone. She was surprised to notice that the man that had given her the drink was following her, keeping himself close enough to her quivering and trembling body that there was no way she could avoid accidentally bumping into him.
"Attention, everybody," called Martin, raising his voice above the noise of the music. "This is Bill and Nancy Roberts. They have decided to join our little get together, and I'm sure they will make a fine addition."
Bill was smiling, but Nancy didn't know quite what to do, so she turned to the man that was following her.
"Good evening," she said, sipping lightly on her drink. "I don't believe I know you." The man was looking at her with a strange smile on his face, a smile that seemed to burn deeply into Nancy's frightened body, it was as though the man was stripping her with his eyes and liking what he saw.
"I'm Tony Morgan," he said, his eyes riveted on Nancy's up-thrust breasts. He took a deep drink from the glass he was holding as though he was trying to steady his nerves. "I'm the principal of the school your husband teaches at. He's told me a lot about you, but he never said how built you were. I'm gonna really enjoy getting into you tonight."
Nancy stared at him as her mouth fell open. He couldn't have meant what he said. What sort of party was this anyway?
Another man came over and stood next to Tony.
"What have we got here, Tony?" asked the second man, his look burning into Nancy's loins with obvious intent. He too was taking deep drinks of his booze to calm him down.
"This is the new girl, Frank," answered Tony. "Nancy, I'd like to introduce Frank Jones, the commissioner of water for the twin cities area."
Frank was looking at Nancy with such intent that he was almost bending over, his face nearly touching her firm, full breasts.
"Have you taken her for the whole night?" he asked Tony, even though he was eyeing with approval Nancy curvaceous figure.
"Now you know that's against the rules," answered Tony. "Besides, she looks like she could handle as many as she wants to all at once."
Their conversation increased Nancy's fears. Something was not right here, and she wanted to leave. Turning to the door, she found her path blocked by an older, balding man with a large paunch.
"Say, you two, what have we here?" asked the third man, taking full advantage of the fact that Nancy had bumped into him to place his hand on her swelling breast. She pulled away from him and almost lost her balance, but was prevented from falling by Tony's strong arms holding her shoulders.
"This is Nancy Roberts, and she's a new addition to our little group. Martin told us that they were an okay couple," said Frank.
"Well," said the new man. "I think Martin has real nice taste. By the way, Nancy," he said, placing his large hand harshly on her shoulder and gripping it firmly enough to cause her pain. "I'm Mark Daster, police captain of precinct seven in St. Paul. You don't have to worry about anyone breaking in on us as long as I'm here, so take that worried look off your face."
The worried look on her face was not from her thinking that she would be caught in whatever was going to happen, but that she wouldn't be caught. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was being thought of as some sort of sex maniac, and she realized that she had better set the record straight on that right away.
"Now look, you three," she began, putting as much force in her voice as she could muster with the three men leering and lewdly smacking their lips.
But she never got to finish her sentence. Martin's booming voice rose above the loud music.
"Okay, everybody, now that we're all here, I guess the party can begin."
There was a loud cheer, and suddenly Nancy's mouth fell to the floor as she saw what was happening. All thirty or so people started to take off their clothes and grab the nearest person to them. She was shocked as she watched several men carry off a laughing woman on their shoulders. The woman was nude and her legs were splayed open as she cheered them on while they carried her to a corner of the room.
She looked for her husband, and found him stripping as willingly as everyone else, several women looking at him as they pulled his pants over his muscular legs to speed him on. No sooner was he completely nude than the women covered him with the pink skinned shapes of their own nude bodies, and Bill was hidden from her view by a mountain of naked, quivering flesh. Someone had turned the music up even louder than before, and Nancy was certain that she could smell the tell-tale aroma of pot. It was impossible for her to believe that this was happening right in front of her eyes. She and her husband had been forced to attend an orgy of some sort, and there was no way they could get out of it. Her eyes were riveted on the running laughing men as they chased women who were probably not their wives, their burgeoned penises bouncing as their nude bodies leaped across the room after the equally naked women in a sort of hide and seek game in which everyone was the winner. How could those women stand in front of so many people without a stitch of clothing on? she thought. She was held in a transfixed state by the amazing display of obscenity and perversion. Her thoughts were suddenly broken as she felt a hand resting on her shoulder.
"Come on," she heard a man's voice say. "Let's get those clothes off and into the fun."
She had momentarily forgotten about the three men that had gathered around her, and when she turned to see them, she nearly fainted. They had removed their clothes and were glowering at her, their blood-engorged cocks jutting from between their legs like blue-webbed spears, the huge, bulbous tips grazing across her still cloth covered thighs.
"Come on, Nancy," said Mark, his angry red penis tip reaching nearly to her belly as it thrust from his ballooned balls. "What's taking so long. Let's see that cunt of yours. I haven't got all night, and there's lots of other women to be had."
She started to say something, but was stopped as Tony put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around, planting a brutal kiss on her open lips, worming his tongue forcefully into her mouth as his hands reached along her body and cupped her breasts. She tried to pull away, but his grip was to strong, and she felt a deep helplessness as he began to unbutton her blouse. The glass she was holding fell from her hands, spilling the contents on the bare wooden floor. She reached up with her arms and pulled Tony's hand away from her blouse as she tried to remove her face from his bruising kiss. He felt her struggles and decided to let her have a little freedom.
"What's the matter, baby. You want to undress yourself?"
At first she didn't know what to say, but she finally decided that the last thing she wanted was to be stripped by this man, so she used his opening as a possible way out.
"Y... yes," she stammered. "I would rather take my own clothes off, if you don't mind."
"Wellll," said Frank. "Now that's more like it."
It didn't work, Nancy thought to herself. They would never let her out of the room now, and it was obvious that her husband was going to be no help. She was completely at the mercy of the three men, all of them bigger and stronger than she was. Stalling for time, she bent her knees and removed her shoes, standing there in her stocking feet and not knowing what to do next. She looked into Frank's eyes and saw nothing but a lewd wantonness. She tried to put a sense of pleading in her look, but it was no use. She looked from Frank to Tony, and saw that he was holding his face in a broad, lascivious grin. Mark was making loud, smacking sounds with his lips, and she could see that she was going to get no sympathy from him either. Finally, it was Frank that reached the point of impatience first.
"Come on. Quit stalling," he said as he reached her blouse and pulled it open, popping the buttons and widening his eyes as he looked at her full, luscious breasts hidden behind her sheer, lacy bra. With only a moments hesitation, he thrust his fingers at the bridge of her flimsy garment and pulled it forward, ripping the cloth and raising welts along her back where the metal clasps dug into her skin.
Freed from their confinement, her swollen glans dropped to her chest, their tight red nipples sticking out sharply in contrast to the creamy smooth of her mounds of flesh. His move completely threw off her sense of reality. This couldn't be happening, she thought. She was going to be raped by these three men, and her husband didn't seem to give a damn. In fact, he seemed to be actually enjoying the situation they found themselves in. He hadn't hesitated one bit in taking off his clothes and allowing those women to bury him with their lewdly naked bodies.
She was standing there with her breasts nakedly exposed to the searing glances of Frank, Tony and Mark, and there was nothing she could do. She fought to keep the tears from her eyes as she thought that she had better go along with their wishes. If she didn't, they might hurt her and take what they wanted anyway. Slowly, she unzipped the short opening to her slacks, pulled then open and down over her legs, trying carefully to keep her skimpy bikini panties from coming down with her tight pants. Perhaps if she remained at least slightly clothed, the men might leave her alone and she could get away somehow.
"Well, that's more like it," seethed Mark as he pressed his obese body against her slender form, reaching around with his stubby arms and engulfing her breasts from behind. He kneaded them forcefully, pressing her tight nipples into the palms of his hands and exciting Nancy despite her unwillingness. Tony approached her from the front and inserted his hands into her panties, undeterred by the flimsy protection. He cupped her vagina in his hand and inserted his fuck finger between the dry folds of Nancy's cunt.
"How's she feel, Tony?" asked Mark as he walked over to her and gripped the elastic band of her panties, pulling them down over her creamy white thighs as though he was peeling a banana.
"She's a little dry, but I think I can help that out," he answered. As he lowered himself to his knees, he gripped her hips and looked at the luscious Venus mound of red hair covering her pubic region. "Come on, baby," he hissed, his eyes riveted at the tangled fleece of her cunt. "Spread those legs. I'm gonna suck that delicious looking cunt of yours and get it hot."
This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening, thought the bewildered young secretary. These men are talking about her like she was a side of beef. At first she thought about bringing her knee into Tony's chin, but she couldn't overcome the sensations that were racing through her body as Mark squeezed her breasts brutally, and against her will, she spread her legs apart slightly as Tony drove his tongue into her pussy lips. Frank, who was watching all of this, decided to get in on the act.
"Get down on the floor, woman," he commanded. "And let's see a little action from that cunt of yours. You're as dead as a piece of wood, and that's no good. No good at all. You should be more like your husband. He's having a real ball, and from what Martin tells me, you should be just as exciting."
His words burned into the naked confused girl like a slap across the face. Her husband was enjoying this, even after what had happened last night. How dare he? How could he allow his wife to be ravished like this while he did nothing to stop them? What kind of a man had she married anyway? It was impossible that this was happening, impossible but true. She had been cast to the wolves, and her husband didn't seem to give a shit. Well, she would show him. She would get revenge not only for what he had done to her last night, but for his hatred today. He had made it very clear that he considered this whole affair her fault, but if he thought that she was going to take this punishment, he had another think coming. She would use her body to get back at her husband. She knew that if there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was another man even looking at her, but if he could have fun at this party, she could do the same.
Laying down on the floor, she opened her legs, actually sorry that she had to remove her breasts from the massaging Mark was giving them.
"If you boys want to have your fun," she said, summoning all her courage. "I want you to do what I tell you. I promise that I'll give you a ride like you've never had before."
"Well, that's more like it," hissed Frank. "What do you want us to do?"
"You just do anything you want for a while. I'll do the thinking."
Tony immediately rammed his face against her loins and sent his tongue deeply into her cunt. As Nancy began to feel more and more relaxed, she allowed her body to ease into lascivious sensations, and very soon, her vagina was becoming lubricated with both the saliva from Tony's lapping tongue and her own cum. As she thrashed her head back and forth, she closed her eyes, feeling two powerful hands come to her breasts and pinch her tight nipples firmly.
"Who wants to be sucked off?" she asked, opening her mouth and waiting for the surprise prick in her mouth.
"Me first," she heard Frank say. "I want you to suck my cock until it spits." He wasted no time in driving his turgid, ballooned penis into her mouth, and she wasted no time in bobbing her head along its frightful length. Reaching her hands down to her sucked vagina, she gripped Tony's head tightly and pressed him against her downward thrust hips, sending his tongue still deeper into her now seeping cuntal folds. She was beginning to actually enjoy much of this, and as she felt the penis in her mouth ram deeply into her throat, she delighted in the wet hot organ ramming in her cunt.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Mark was still massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, and she removed one hand from Tony's sucking face and wrapped it around the thick, hot length of Mark's penis, stroking it softly in long, firm movements.
"You got it, bitch," she heard someone say. "Three at once. Not bad, but I'll bet you can do better."
She felt her hand being removed from Tony's head and placed around another cock.
"If you can stroke one," she heard the new voice say, "you can stroke two."
She didn't care who the fourth man was. All she wanted to do was fuck as many men as she could in revenge to her husband. She opened her legs still wider and she drove her hips tighter against Tony's face, closing them quickly and trapped him firmly between her creamy-white thighs. The penis in her mouth was driving deeply into her gullet again and again, and she removed one of her hands from the cock she was pulling to engulf a handful of balls, pressing them against her chin and squeezing them with her long slender fingers.
Tony's cunt sucking was creating a blazing sheet of flame in her lower regions, and she could tell that her mouth fucking of Frank's cock was having an effect on him. He was going to cum soon. All too soon, she thought. Well, if he can't hold his sperm in him, it would be better to suck him off and let him go on his way.
Frank was indeed cumming, but he didn't care about holding back his seething hot cum. All he wanted was to hold it in. He began increasing his hips movements as he felt his sperm rise along his shaft, his huge belly slapping against Nancy's cock sucking mouth as he drove his penis deeper and deeper into her cunt-like throat. Her tongue was running around the base of his rubbery tip and she was forcing her wet organ forcefully into the spread crack on the top of his mushroom shaped head. Caught up in the lascivious passions that the little redhead was creating, he became oblivious to everything except the thrusting of his penis in her mouth, forcing his huge but prematurely orgasmic cock against the warmly wet confines of her esophagus. Her tongue was raking along his rod and causing a million sensations stabbing through his pillar, and he thought that it was a small wonder he was cumming so soon. This little bitch really knew how to suck cock, and she was lashing at his burgeoned penis like a starving child. Even if he had wanted to hold his sperm in his cock, there was nothing he could do against the torching tongue that was wrapping around his column. As Nancy bobbed her thrashing head along his thickly long penis, he felt his pubic muscles tighten as his seething sperm began to press against his penis head with a churning pressure. Again and again he thrust and rammed his nearly exploded cock into Nancy's throat as he sought to blow his wad and experience pleasurable orgasm as soon as he could.
Nancy was only slightly aware of Frank's stiffening rod about to explode in her mouth. She was concentrating her attentions on Tony's crazily lashing tongue deep in her wetly hot cunt, lapping and running against her aching and burning vaginal walls as he sent wave after heated, boiling wave of lust shoot through her pussy. His hands were gripping her thighs and pulling her tightly against his cum and sweat covered face. He was inhaling deeply the lush, heady aroma emanating from her hotly quivering cunt and he found it more exciting than anything he had ever known, and the hot air passing from her throbbing cunt only served to heighten his intensity.
Tony's eyes were shut tightly as lashed deeply into the writhing and vibrating pussy rammed forcefully against his cunt engulfing mouth. He wormed his turgid, lust-stiffened tongue as deeply into the gushing cunt as he could, hoping to wear her out before he collapsed in total exhaustion first. Each deep thrust of his tongue in Nancy's churning depths caused her to spasm and thrash her whole naked body, and he could sense that her cum was not far behind. He attacked her clasping pussy lips with his teeth and nipped at the glistening wisps of cuntal hair around the fringed pink, luscious pussy lips. His whole face was covered with a thin, sticky film of her heated juices, and he was finding it hard to breath as Nancy tightened her legs around his sucking mouth.
Both of Nancy's hands were working furiously, stroking the massive cocks that had been placed in her slender hands. She could feel them stiffen and throb angrily in her hands as she sought to bring the up-raised rods to explosive power. Her hands were pounding against the balls of the cocks, bouncing them against the thighs from which they jutted. She opened her eyes quickly and turned her head to see who she was masturbating.
One of them was huge and throbbing in her hand, and she could see clearly the dark blue veins that webbed the thick muscle, turning it into an angry-looking shaft of purple turgidness. She had not noticed before, but her hand was unable to enclose the hair-covered organ, and she was sliding along its thick length, pulling the sex-taut skin along with her hand. Beads of perspiration were forming on her palms, and this made her fingers seem to glide along the burgeoned penis.
"Come on bitch," hissed the owner of the first cock. "Let's see if you can make this cock of mine blow up. Jesus, you really know how to stroke."
The words burned into Nancy's mind and made her stroke the swollen mass of flesh with more vigor. She increased her tempo, rapidly stroking her hand along the throbbing and vibrating spear as if it would burn her hand if she held it in one place for too long. She could feel him undulate his hips in her hand, increasing the speed and force with which his cock was being brought to orgasm, and he stiffened his legs again and again, sending his turgid organ brutally against her stroking, cunt-warm fingers.
The other penis was just as huge, and Nancy turned her face to look at it, carrying with her revolving head the nearly orgasming cock plunging and thrusting brutally in her mouth. As she did turn her head, the mouth filling shaft nearly fell out, and Frank re-inserted it, actually glad that the broken movements had slowed his orgasm. It was like heaven having his penis sucked by this woman, and for a brief moment, he decided that he wanted to hold his thick sperm in his turgid cock for as long as he could. But it was too late. He had been thrusting and ramming his penis into her mouth with such force that he could hold it back no longer. Taking a deep breath, he let out with a yell that let everyone know that Nancy's mouth would soon be ready for another cock. "Jesus, I'm cumming!"
Despite the suddenness of his eruption, he was nonetheless total in the flood of cum he discharged into Nancy's mouth and gullet. As his penis exploded his thickly hot cum, Nancy felt, for the first time in her life, the torrid wetness of the thick sperm fluid. It was delightfully hot and sweetly sour, and she gulped each jetting stream as Frank throbbed and constricted his penis muscles, forcing every drop of sperm he could from his erupting cock. As the wave of milky-hot juice trickled down her throat, Nancy swallowed it, puffing her cheeks to hold it in her mouth until she could gulp another mouthful of his boiling liquid.
No matter how intense Frank thought his orgasm was, though, Nancy was left deeply unsatisfied, and she was actually pleased when his penis began to shrivel in her mouth and finally, after she had licked the final remnants of sperm from his prick, plop out of her mouth. Frank rolled over onto his back, his huge belly rising and falling with his heavy breathing, but Nancy was not to be outdone. Even as Tony continued to lash and suck violently at her cunt, driving and worming his tongue deeply into the hot, gushing folds of her cuntal chamber, she called out to anyone who was listening.
"Hey, someone put a cock in my mouth. I'm ready to suck some more!"
She hoped that her husband heard her, and for a brief moment she raised her head to see what he was doing. She was immediately forced to lower her head again as a young man straddled her, his massive cock inches away from her sperm dripping mouth. Nancy gaped in utter awe at the size of the penis thrust in her face. First she had thought that her husband's was large, then she had been pleasantly surprised with Martin's massive cock, but the boy that was standing in front of her was hung like horse. His cock was a monstrous, throbbing rod of purple flesh, jutting from between his hair covered legs like a V- rocket, the huge, red glowing head looking like a bulbous rubber mushroom so filled with lust heated blood that she wondered how it was possible for his erection to remain in his body. She would never be able to take the huge, engorged penis in her mouth, and she backed away from the missile in horror. It looked like it was about to explode in her face, and even if she did manage to engulf the seething mass of rock-hard flesh in her full and luscious lips, she feared he would drown her with his tidal flood of hot thick sperm.
The young man followed her to the floor, and as she tried to tell him that it would be impossible for him to put his massive cock in her mouth, he forced it between her opening lips, past her teeth and deeply into her throat with a surging, steady thrust. Ramming it totally into her still sperm filled orifice, he introduced himself with a leering smile on his cruelly spread lips.
"I'm Pete Jones, Frank's son. He may have blown his wad a little too soon, but I assure you, I have other ideas."
His blood-heavy cock was pressing tightly against the back of her throat, and she could do nothing but lay on her back, working her hands furiously up and down along the two cocks she had in them, and revel in the cunt-whipping ache that was bringing her to her first orgasm.
Tony's tongue was like a hot penis moving and plunging in her seething cunt, and she was for the moment completely mindless of anything except the burning, searing fires raging like an atomic wind in her vaginal depths. Tony was alternating his tongue from her lips to her gushing depths with no pattern. Now he was licking and kissing her quivering lips, running his tongue lightly along their cum-drenched opening and blowing gently into her aching passage, his hot breath like a huge bellows on the burning all consuming fires of her cuntal walls, and then, suddenly, his tongue was like a steel hard rod, a red hot torch of cunt ripping metal thrust _ deeply into her boiling cuntal depths, and just as suddenly, he was again licking and sucking at her pussy lips, turning his mouth so that he could place his skillful mouth over her vaginal opening and exhaling a lungful of lust-hot breath into her turgid clitoris. He pressed his head as tightly against her pussy as he could and stretched his thick, wet organ so deeply into her vagina that he touched her sensitive clitoris bud. The intense and sudden pain was excruciating, and Nancy arched her hips in a violent spasm of frenzied madness. She was blinded by a flash of glaring white flame that shot across her tightly closed eyes, and she emitted a cry that was muffled by the oversized cock plunging deeply into her cunt warm gullet.
"UUUUUUMMMMMPPPPPFFFFFH " She could feel the whirlwinds of her orgasm cumming on, and she bucked and jerked her hips in wanton abandon, thrashing her cum and sweat covered legs brutally against Tony's face. Locking her film-glistening thighs tightly around Tony's head, she stiffened her whole body as she prepared to flood his face with her hot sticky cum. She could feel her vaginal walls begin to constrict, and she pursed her lips tightly around the mouth filling, throat gagging cock, trying to hold her cum in her cunt for as long as possible. It was a hellish heaven she was going through as Tony continued to lash at her pussy chamber with his tongue, his face bobbing as she thrashed and writhed her whole body.
Her hands continued to stroke and pull on the masturbated penises, and she could tell that at least one of them was ready to explode in her hand. It was thrusting upwards with her downward pulls, and she could feel it throb and pulse threateningly, and she slid her sweat slippery hand faster and faster along the pole, urging his sperm to burst over the rubbery head of his penis. Finally she could sense that he was about to cum. She heard, in the back of her mind, the lewd sounds of a man about to blow his sperm through his cock and onto her hand, and she finally felt his prick cease its undulations with one last thrust.
"Jesus, this bitch is too hot. I'm gonna shoot the whole thing!"
His huge constricted violently and suddenly Nancy's hand was covered with a thick blanket of milky-white semen, flowing freely between her grasping fingers and searing the soft sensuous flesh of her strained arm. It felt like a burning liquid flood, sticking to her skin and covering it in a thick, torching film. Again and again she pumped her hand along the volcanic cock, his sperm bursting from his crater sized head like lava and cascading around her hand in jetting surges of lustful power. In her short marriage with Bill, she had never masturbated him, and now she was glad. She found the act totally unsatisfying, not nearly as exciting at the cunt lashing Tony was giving her with his tongue or the deep plunging of Pete's cock in her painfully stretched mouth. Still, it was another experience, and for that she was grateful.
As the man's penis began to shrink in her hand, she found that she was now able to concentrate on her own orgasm. Tony's cunt-ramming tongue was running along her seething vaginal walls, and by this time, they were near bursting. She could not hold her cum any longer. If she didn't erupt soon, she would go insane. The torching fires were lashing at her searing vagina like a million little flames, dancing around in her burning cuntal depths. It was too much for her to control. With a final lunge, she stiffened her hips and legs tightly around Tony's head and erupted her clear, sweet juices in a misty spray onto his face, her vaginal walls constricting again and again as she flooded her pubic regions with a wash of her hot cum. Her mind was a blazing sheet of flame obliterating everything from her thoughts except the violent surge of her feminine juices. Her hips bucked and thrashed as she experienced the totality of having her cunt sucked to orgasm. Even as she gushed her cum in his mouth, she could still feel his turgid, burning tongue torch deep in her quivering, trembling cunt. She tried to scream out, but could not move her lips around the corpulent, monstrous cock in her mouth. Her hips undulated crazily in small and large circles, moving up and down and carrying Tony's head with it in neck-breaking jerks and wrenches, and she lifted her hips off the floor, pulling Tony with them. She had never had an orgasm so intense and total, never felt so overwhelmed and totally satiated in her cunt, and she lost all conscious thoughts except the blazing fires that ravished her loins as Tony somehow managed to keep his face in contact with her vagina. Her honeyed cum was quickly gulped and swallowed by Tony, and his throat bobbed up and down as he managed to keep up with her torrential flood of hot, juicy cum.
As her vagina erupted, she could sense that the second penis in her hand was about to explode, and she moved her hand up and down on the bulky rod of flesh. The sweltering mass of slippery flesh began to tighten even beyond its steel-like hardness, and she felt it throb and pulse as the man's sperm was pulsed through his thick longness. She tightened her grip on the massive pole and moved her hand as quickly as she could until, at last, she felt his seething liquid flow over her hand and drip along her arm. The combination of the masturbation and her orgasm filled her mind with a solid white sheet of searing, blinding flame, and despite the enormous arm sized cock in her mouth, she grunted and moaned lewdly as she felt the lava like semen burn into her skin.
"UUU UMMMMMMMMM! ! " Her sensations were mind shattering, and for a brief moment she was afraid that she would never be able to collect her thoughts again. But even this idea was washed from her mind as she flooded Tony's face with ripple after ripple of her waving tide.
At last it was all over in her loins, and she released Tony and let him fall to a crumpled heap on the floor. Her head was bobbing up and down along Pete's prick now. She was lying flat on her back, looking up at the figure resting on all fours over her. Gripping his incredible cock with both hands so that she could keep its hefty size in her mouth, she turned herself over, and carried him with her mouth, she turned herself over and carried him with her as she lay on her stomach, lewdly falling between his widely splayed legs, and slavered over his gut filling penis. She was in a better position now to suck him, and she brought everything she could into play. Holding onto his cock with one hand, she reached to his balls with the other and enveloped them, lifting their sperm heavy fullness and squeezing them forcefully.
Pete thought he was in seventh heaven. Nancy's mouth was tight around his bloated penis, and the confines of her mouth were like no cunt he had ever had. Turning over onto her stomach like she had was a strike of genius, he thought, and he began to undulate his hips deeply and forcedly into her mouth as he felt her fingernails rake over his trembling inner thighs. Deeper and deeper he rammed his cock, trying to send it fully to the hilt in her small, tight mouth. Brutally stabbing her throat with his hairy spear, he reached with his seething, bulbous head against her esophagus, and he felt her choke and gag as he forced his cock as deeply into her as he could.
Nancy closed her eyes and engulfed the corpulent mass totally into her gullet. It was an incredible mass of hard hot flesh, and it forced her mouth open, nearly breaking the bone with its jaw splitting size. The bulbous head filled her mouth with its throbbing, and Nancy delighted in the fact that her sucking was making his entire massive penis pulse angrily and threateningly and Nancy knew that it would not be long before Pete filled her whole being with the thick hot fluid from his balls. She gulped in anticipation, and she bobbed her head along his saliva wet pole with greater speed and force, ladling his huge balls in her hand and squeezing them to speed the wanted onrush of his sperm.
Suddenly she was aware of two brutal hands grasping tightly at her gyrating buttocks, thumbs being rammed between the fleshy orbs of her backside and pulling apart her ass-cheeks. She turned her head as much as she could and saw, to her horror, that another man was standing over her ass and was about to drive his incredibly large cock into the tight chancre of her anus. She stiffened her legs to try and prevent this. It was so totally immoral that she could not bring herself to accept his penis in her chancre. It went against everything she had ever believed and despite the things she had done so far, this would be too much.
Removing her face from Pete's undulating cock, she started to tell the ass fucker not to do it, but the was silenced as Pete brought his hands to her head and forcefully rammed her mouth around his seething pillar.
"Oh no you don't," he moaned. "You keep that luscious mouth around my cock until it explodes. Don't you worry about Eric fucking your ass. He'll take good care of you, I'm sure you'll love it."
"You better believe she'll love it," said Eric lewdly. "Now come on, woman, let's see that ass loosen up a little. I'm gonna screw that lovely ass of yours whether you want it or not, so you may as well want it."
To accent his words, he pressed his rubbery cock head deeply into her fleshy ass-cheeks and tried to ram it into her constricted chancre. She was too tight, and the searing pain racing along her spine only made her tighten her ass even more. She had never felt such excruciating pain before, and she was certain that she would never be able to stand it. Her legs pressed against each other at her thighs while she tried to concentrate on the mass of flesh driving and ramming in her gullet. Again she felt the searing burning pain in her lower spine as Eric placed his turgid cock between the valley of flesh and pushed its rock hardness suddenly and brutally into her tight little ass.
Nancy stiffened her whole body and lifted her head with such strength that not even Pete could force it down on his nearly orgasmic cock. A loud, shrieking yell pierced the already noisy cabin, and her ear-shattering voice rose above the music that had never ceased blaring.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! My God, you're killing me!"
She thought it was true. She had never in her life felt such agony. It was as though a railroad tie had been rammed into her virginal rectum, brutally shoved into her ass sideways and hammered home with a sledge hammer as Eric began driving his thick, long penis again and again into the burning, excruciating ass hole.
As soon as the first blazing sheet of pain and finished searing through her ass, she was aware of a smaller, much more blissful agony, the steady rhythm of Eric's cock ramming and plunging in her opening and closing ass hole, and she was again able to return to sucking Pete's cock.
"Now that's more like it," he hissed as she engulfed his burly penis in her tight lips. As Eric plunged in and out of her ass, she bobbed her head up and down the slippery pole that filled her mouth. She was actually beginning to enjoy the shooting stabs of pain in her rectum, and she smiled lewdly around the mouth filling cock as she began rubbing her seething pussy lips on the floor in time with Eric's ass fucking. She was building up the fires in her loins again, and she knew that she would love this second orgasm as much as she had the first. She was being fucked in the ass and loving it, and she started to be glad that she had come to the party. There were so many things about sex that her husband hadn't taught her, and now she was learning. Gone were the thoughts of revenge. She wanted nothing more than to experience everything she could.
She closed her eyes and lavished the cock that was throbbing with promise in her mouth. She could tell that it would not be long before it exploded and filled her mouth. It was true that Pete was better able to hold his orgasm longer than his father, and she was loving every second of sucking his massive prick. She wanted to keep it in her mouth for ever, wanted to run her tongue along its thick, seething hardness, webbed with deep blue veins, wanted to rake her teeth around the bulbous rubbery head, and wanted to envelope the entire massive thing in her throat and keep it there until he exploded his boiling sperm into her belly. She opened her mouth as far as she could and, taking a deep breath, forced his cock deeply into her throat, fully engulfing it for the first time. Its gagging size hardly bothered her. It was heaven having his cock plunge all the way into her, and despite the size and thickness, she was somehow able to close her mouth enough to nip and tuck at his saliva glistening pubic hair, pulling at it with her lips.
Enclosing her slender fingers around his sperm laden balls, squeezing them forcefully and making the young, well hung man cry out in pain.
"Jesus! You're crushing my balls. Keep it up. Don't stop. Make my cock spit!"
That was exactly what she intended to do. She was going to make that huge penis of his explode like it had never erupted before, and while she rammed her backside firmly against the ass fucking penis plunging deeply into her rectum, she bobbed her head along his slippery pole faster and faster. She would show this young stud a thing or two about how a cock was sucked, and she knew that he could not hold back his volcanic eruption forever. So he thought he was better than his father, did he?
Concentrating every thought and all her energy on the surging cock, she gripped it tightly with both hands and squeezed it firmly. Huge droplets of pre-seminal fluids formed at the angry red tip, and she bobbed her head along the writhing mass and licked the bulbous tip clean, forcing her tongue brutally into the widely expanded crack at the very tip of his penis.
Pete felt a sharp stab of pain sear through his penis as Nancy's tongue forced open his crack, and he again placed his hands at the side of her head, holding her tightly against his burning, torching cock, moving her whole face brutally up and down as he undulated his hips, sending his mouth fucking penis in and out of her cunt-like orifice rhythmically, driving his massive cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each forceful lunge. He had been sucked many times before, but never with this much excitement. Most women were afraid to put his huge, mouth filling penis all the way into their gullets, but this little bitch was sucking him like a woman possessed. There was no stopping her.
Again and again he drove his near- exploding prick deeply into the warmly wet opening, and as he brought her head down around his blood-engorged cock, he felt her full, lush hair dangle lightly along his quivering inner thighs. Her hair was like a dark flame searing in his trembling legs, and he loved the lascivious sensations it caused as it danced and rested on his inner thighs. It increased his already brutal thrusting in Nancy's cock-engulfing mouth, and he arched his hips up tightly and spasmodically, driving his penis deep into the gushing softness of her warm, sensuous mouth. He could feel his seething sperm begin to race from his squeezed balls, forced by his powerful cock muscles along his incredible length as it came to rest against his ballooned penis tip. The pressure was becoming intense against the bulbous head, and he knew that he would not be able to keep his boiling sperm in his throbbing cock much longer. Her mouth was just too much for him to handle. Small wonder his father had cum so quickly. This little bitch was going out of her way to make sure who ever she sucked was completely exhausted.
His breaths were coming in short gasps, and he began to make low, throaty moans of maddened delight. His mind was awash with a blazing sheet of flame as his penis muscles began to constrict, forcing his seething sperm against his rubbery head with such force and pressure that he gritted his teeth to keep from blowing his wad. It was no use. He was coming and there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing he wanted to do about it. He wanted to fill Nancy's mouth and gullet with his boiling sperm, wanted to feel the violent onrush of his churning cum and feel it gush from between her tightly clasping lips.
His legs stiffened and he drove his burgeoned penis deeply into her mouth in a final, brutal thrust, reaching the tip of his cock against the back of her throat as he took a deep breath and exploded a loud cry of lewd pleasure.
"I can't hold it any longer. I... I'm cccuuummmmmmiiinnnggg!" Nancy braced herself as she heard the words and felt his rock hard mass of flesh tighten completely. She took a deep breath and tightened her own writhing body as the first surging rush of seething hot sperm flowed against the back of her throat with a gagging flood of boiling liquid. It filled her mouth completely, and she puffed her cheeks, trying to hold the choking thick semen in her mouth until she could swallow it. His initial rush of sperm was too much for her to contain, and despite her efforts, it oozed from her tightly clasping lips and burst from her mouth, trickling down Pete's slippery pole and formed a small pool of milky white thickness in his glistening pubic hair. Again and again she felt his cock constrict and implant another hot jet of cum in her mouth, filling her puffy cheeks and oozing from between her lips. No matter how hard she tried, she could not swallow his turbulent sperm as fast as he pumped it into her mouth. His cock was fucking harshly against her cum-drenched throat, and her cock-squeezing hands were becoming soaked with his overflowing semen. Her mouth was totally incapable of holding his endless jetting, yet she slid her slippery hands along his glowing rod, squeezing his marvelous cock tighter and more brutally to fill her mouth again and again.
She hoped that he would never stop pumping his cum into her. She hoped that as she stroked and tightened her hands around his huge exploding pole, she would be able to keep the river of semen flowing torrentially in her mouth. Engulfing his bursting balls in her hands, she brought them along the base of his monstrous pillar, pressing their tennis ball size against his thrashing and gyrating thighs in an effort to squeeze them dry, like they were a soaked pair of sponges capable of a cornucopia of sperm. Her head bobbed up and down the cum lubricated shaft again and again, pumping with her mouth as the well of his semen became less and less forceful. It would end after all, and Nancy felt a sense of disappointment.
Pete had never felt such a total orgasm from sucking before. Again and again he rammed his turgid penis into her mouth, feeling it fill the confines totally with his mass of flesh and flooding cum. He delighted in the oozing of his seething sperm from between her cock stretched lips and flowing freely along his sliding pole to his dark, tangled pubic hair. Her chin was rubbing in his tangled mass of hair, smearing his sperm deeply into the dark, coarse mass and burning his pubic region in a sea of liquid fire. Thrusting his erupting cock deeply into her mouth, he pressed her face against the base of his prick, and she added her hands, still carrying his balls in his freely swinging, loose scrotum to the thrusting thighs, pulling them nearly off his body as she sought to keep his eruptions constant and mouth filling. His mind was controlled with only one thought, that he could keep his orgasm going on forever, and he drove his penis forcefully into her accepting gullet in his efforts.
But it was not to be. He could feel the final surge of his sperm gush from his dilated penis crack with a sense of finality, and he rammed his cock into her mouth to deeply implant the final eruption of sperm. At last he relaxed his muscles and lay on the floor in a crumpled heap. The sucking he had been given had worn him out completely, and there was nothing he could do about it. His cock began to shrink from Nancy's mouth even as she licked and sucked it clean, removing all his milky white sperm from his collapsing rod as it became a loose mass of glistening flesh.
As soon as Pete's penis plopped out of her mouth, she was free to revel in the ass fucking Eric was giving her. As his body inched its way on top of her back, she began to spread her legs farther and farther apart, opening her tight little ass to accept his hole splitting cock with greater ease. Her pussy lips rubbing against the floor were beginning to seep massive amounts of hot, thick lubrication, and the body rubbing of Eric drew then along the fleshy valley of her writhing ass-cheeks and into her chancre, making it easier for his cock to slip and slide in her constricting, painfully stretched ass hole.
Eric was enjoying his sodomy. His penis was huge and it felt good in the tightly clasping chancre of Nancy's pink ass hole. He noticed with glee that her cum was lubricating her ass, and it made his penis slide into her warm hole like he was fucking another cunt. He felt her legs butterfly as she tried to relax her ass muscles, and when she had, he felt his cock slide deeply into her rectum with almost no effort at all.
Now that Pete had been sucked and had moved out of the way, Eric was able to climb on Nancy's thrashing body totally, and was more able to ram his turgid penis even deeper into the writhing pink chancre of her luscious ass. He knew that once he had begun, she would want him to continue, and as he drove his penis fully to the hilt, mashing his sperm laden balls against her fleshy orbs, he felt a deep sense of having conquered this little self righteous bitch. So she didn't want him to fuck her in the ass, he thought. Look at her now. She was shaking her little butt like there was no tomorrow, driving her hips downward against his massive spars and " pulling it away for another downward lunge. His cock was slipping in and out of her like a mighty piston, ramming into her ass like a fleshy drill bit screwing through her rectum in an effort to reach her belly from her back side.
Nancy was loving every painful thrust. Her ass was thrashing and writhing in little circles, moving the huge penis splitting her hole along with it. She could feel Eric on top of her, reaching between her body and the floor as he cupped her flattened breasts from behind. She arched her back for him, letting him get to her aching mounds of flesh. After having had her sex-taut nipples scrape on the hard wood, his hands would be a blissful relief.
She was surprised, however. Instead of being gentle on her bright red nipples, Eric closed his hands brutally around her luscious orbs and placed her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them with all his lust-maddened strength. Nancy was instantly flooded with a blinding, searing pain shooting through her breasts and racing along her thrashing, gyrating body, centering on her excruciatingly split ass and his floor rubbing, aching cuntal lips. She took a deep breath as the pain raced through her body, and she emitted a cry of wanton, agonizing torture.
"Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiii! " She tried to reach around to her back and press Eric's body still tighter against her own, but the movement was impossible. She could do nothing but lay on her stomach and allow him to brutally and painfully fuck her in the ass. It was incredible, but there was nothing she could do. He was too heavy for her to turn over, and besides, she was loving having her ass fucked like this. She closed her eyes and writhed her body, putting her whole being into the perverse and depraved act of ass fucking. She gritted her teeth and pressed her breasts against his massaging hands, forcing him to again close his fingers around the budding nipples of her blood-swollen breasts, and she sent her ass down against his buttock splitting cock, sending his penis as deeply into her rectum as she could.
She was suddenly aware of a heady scent searing at her nostrils, and she opened her eyes to face the quivering pink pussy lips of a cum-glistening vagina. The cuntal orifice was rimmed with a blazing blonde fringe of hair, and whoever it was had rammed her cunt almost against her face. Nancy stared in utter horror at the pulsing cuntal folds, not knowing what she was expected to do. The woman's legs were lewdly splayed around her up-lifted head, enclosing her between the valleys of creamy white flesh. The cunt was so close to her face that she could not see who the depraved person was, and it was impossible for her to think that she was expected to suck the vagina of another woman. Being fucked in the ass was as far as she could go. This was too much. She moved her head away from the throbbing pussy lips as far as she could.
"Come on, Nancy. You've got most of the men waiting for you to get free. We women are beginning to feel alone."
Nancy shuddered in horror. That voice. It was Cindy's! That little cock-teasing bitch wanted her to suck her cunt. How could a woman actually do it, actually place her mouth around the seeping cuntal folds and suck another woman's cunt. The whole idea was revolting, but she was prevented from moving by the thrashing weight of Eric's ass fucking body, and no matter how she moved, Cindy was placing her dripping cuntal lips against Nancy's tightly pursed lips.
"Come on," teased Cindy. "Let's see if you can suck cunt as well as your husband." Despite the blazing, torching pain searing in her ass, the taunt burned in her mind. What better way to get back at her husband than to suck the cunt of his lover? What better way indeed?
She opened her mouth and drove her head forward, engulfing her dripping cunt with her lush, outstretched lips, and sent her tongue worming deeply into the buttery softness of her wildly thrashing vagina. Immediately she could feel Cindy tighten her body as Nancy sent her tongue deeply against her sensitive clitoral bud, feeling its hardness pressing down against the tip of her thick wet organ. It wasn't so bad after all, sucking a woman's pussy. In fact, it was rather enjoyable. She smiled to herself as she remembered how her husband had lashed out at Cindy's pussy, driving her nearly insane as his burning tongue licked at her cuntal lips, and now she was doing the same, and with the same results. Cindy was gyrating and writhing her body in short convulsive jerks. Cindy raised her hips up against Nancy's mouth tightly, pressing her seething cuntal folds firmly against her wet lips, allowing Nancy to send her tongue all the way into the buttery softness of her hotly sensuous cunt. Nancy could understand why her husband had sucked and licked this hot little pussy. Her blonde hair fringed vaginal opening was luscious and delightedly warm, and Nancy began to enjoy enclosing it in her mouth. She remembered some of the things Tony had done while he was sucking her cunt, and she knew what they had done to her. Taking a deep breath, she blew a hefty volume of hot air into Cindy's churning cunt, and she felt the blonde cock-teaser stiffen completely.
Cindy was overcome with a total wave of wanton lust and delight as she felt the searing blast of air rush into her seething cuntal folds.
She lifted her hips up and locked her legs tightly around Nancy's cunt-sucking face, pulling the curvaceous young wife forcefully to the floor with her face immobile against her gyrating cunt. She began to undulate her hips wildly against Nancy's deeply thrust tongue, screwing her hot little cunt around the stiff pink organ as though it were a torching cock plunging and ramming into her gushing vaginal folds. The totality of Nancy's cunt sucking was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she was determined to make the most of it.
Nancy was in blazing and excruciating agony. Eric's penis was driving against her rectum and his muscled weight was pressing her to the floor as he bounced his body, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her aching ass. His chest was pressing Nancy's head tighter against the cunt rammed against her mouth, and her body was being thrashed against the hard wooden floor with her own violent thrusts as she rubbed her pussy lips to increase the flow of her own ass-lubricating juices. The ache was enveloping her aggravated pussy lips, and she was sorry that there was nothing she could do to satisfy the fires raging in her seething cuntal depths. She wanted a cock in her cunt, but it was impossible at the time. She would have to be satisfied with the ass fucking and the cunt sucking she was doing.
Her mind began to split into two parts. One concentrated on the pounding and thrusting of Eric's deeply penetrating cock in her painfully stretched ass, thrusting and ramming as he reached with his bulbous, hole splitting head into her rectum, driving his cock faster and faster to the point of orgasm. The other part of her mind was focused on Cindy's pressing cunt, and she sent her tongue deeper and deeper into the warm, moist folds of her cuntal depths, sucking and licking the blonde's seeping feminine juices and swallowing them rapidly, smearing her hot, sticky cum in her tangled golden fleece. She wasn't sure which she should concentrate on, but it didn't make any difference. She could tell from Eric's stiffness that he was about to cum.
Eric had been thrashing on top of Nancy's body violently, and the deep thrusts of his cock in her ass were beginning to pay off. He could feel his thick hot semen form in his sperm laden balls, and his penis muscles were already rebelling against further thrusts. His hips were aching with his brutal rammings, and he forced his prick into the tightly clasping chancre was taking its toll. Despite the fact that her cuntal fluids were rushing into her ass, this was still a rectum he was fucking, and not the sensuous softness of her hotly aroused cunt. The lubrication was only making it easier, not perfect. His thrusts were taking all his lust-enraged strength, but it was becoming worth it. He could feel that his sperm was pressing against the deeply planted head of his penis, ready to blow out at any moment into her hotly thrashing rectum. As soon as Cindy had placed her cunt around Nancy's face, Eric noticed an increase in her ass twitching, and he decided to take every advantage of it. Her downward thrusts were becoming more and more violent, exciting his turgid cock to the point where it would explode in her tight hole and fill her totally with his torrential flood of hot, thick sperm.
He took a deep breath and renewed his attack on her ass with lust-increased vigor, driving his cock brutally and forcefully in a steady rhythm, matching her undulating hips with his own. Each thrust brought the tip of his cock closer and closer to its explosion, and his penis began to constrict of its own free will resisting all his attempts to relax them and prolong his fucking. This little ass-twitcher was more than he had bargained for, and she was making it impossible for him to keep control of his nearly erupting penis. It was driving with a mind of its own, pressing through her tightly clasping ass chancre almost without his body movements, and he arched his back and pulled her up by the shoulders as he drove his penis into her backside for what he knew would be the final, explosive thrust. The building fires along his massive cock flesh were too much. He could hold his seething sperm in his aching balls no longer. With a violent, throaty grunt, he rammed his churning, writhing cock as deeply into her gyrating, crazily thrashing ass as far as he could and allowed his penis muscles to burst his thickly hot sperm against the painfully stretched walls of her rectum.
Nancy could feel Eric stiffen on her back, and she knew that he was ready to climax. She also knew that when he did, he would ram his cock as deeply into her as he could. Even though she was ready for the final, painful thrust, she had not anticipated that he would drive his penis as deeply into her as he did. She allowed her body to go limp as he gripped her shoulders and pulled her back. For a moment, the painful throbs on her aching breasts were relieved, but they were instantly replaced with a searing, shooting pain along the base of her spine, a piercing flame that coursed throughout her body and blinded her mind with a blazing sheet of fire. A torching, white-hot stab of torture waved through her body in ripple after ripple, and she was suddenly aware of Eric's hot, thick sperm flowing along the anal chamber so brutally stretched by his massive cock. His seething fluid burst from his bulbous head and gushed out of the valley of flesh created by her ravished buttocks. His semen further lubricated her ass-passage, and his exploding cock slipped and slid in her tightly grasping anus with greater ease. The searing pain in her backside became washed away in utter delightful bliss as his huge thick penis became a slippery pole in her well oiled ass. It was no longer causing her any pain and she was actually feeling glad that she had let him fuck her in her ass.
His hips were pressing her pussy lips forcefully against the hard wooden floor, and she continued to rub the aching cuntal opening as she brought herself to yet another orgasm. It did not occur to her that she might be doing anything wrong. She was experiencing one climactic orgasm after another and loving every one. She reveled in the endless stream of cocks that were forced on her, and her mind was completely void of anything except the exploding cock in her ass and her own washing cuntal lips rubbing painfully against the floor. She had never felt anything like it. She was overcome with a blazing passion to experience as much as she could, and nothing was going to stand in her way now. Not her husband, not her sense of decency, and not her wish for revenge. Nothing mattered except to get as many cocks into her as she could hold.
Her pussy lips began to constrict, and her vaginal walls were aching for relief. As Eric pumped what seemed like gallons of sperm into her rectum, her cuntal depths tightened convulsively, forcing her heated cum through her pussy passage and out to her sensitive cuntal lips. The floor soaked up her clear, sticky cum like a sponge, and she left a dark, hot stain each time she brought her hips along Eric's erupting cock. She banged and pounded her body against the floor as she allowed her wildly thrashing torso to become fully enveloped in her orgasm. Each deep ram of Eric's ass-fucking cock sent her pressing and bouncing to the floor with an increased vigor, adding to the erupting flame coursing through her vaginal passage and rushing through her aching pussy lips. Her dark cuntal hair was becoming sticky with the flood of cum gushing out of her quivering cuntal opening. It was like nothing she had ever had felt before. To be fucked in the ass and at the same time still have an orgasm was something she would have never believed possible, but she conjured a mental picture of herself and it only served to increase her blazing passionate movements.
Her legs were lewdly sprawled, butterflied open as Eric rested on her back the same way he would lay on her if he were fucking her cunt instead of her ass, and her head was buried deeply into the warm, wet folds of Cindy's thrashing pussy. It was almost comical, but Nancy had no time to laugh. Even as she felt Eric's seething sperm gush and flow out of her swinging buttocks, and even though he had, at last completely exhausted from his ass fucking, Nancy still had Cindy to deal with.
Cindy had bent her legs at her knees, drawing her naked cunt tightly against Nancy's eager mouth. Now that Eric's bruising weight was no longer on top of her, she could deal with Cindy more easily. Reaching up and grabbing her knees, she turned both their bodies to the side, and as Cindy lifted one leg, Nancy moved her still excited body around, placing her hot cunt, still dripping from her just experienced orgasm tightly against the young girl's surprised mouth.
"Now it's your turn to show what you can do," she hissed at her husband's recent young lover. "Let's see if you can suck cunt as well as I can."
If Cindy was surprised by this action, Nancy was no less amazed. She was becoming a full-fledged sex-maniac, and she was loving the power and excitement she derived from it. It proved to her that there was nothing she wouldn't do. 'Just let Bill call me a prude after tonight' she thought. 'The next time he wants to fuck another woman, he'll remember that I'm better than any of them.' Even though Cindy was surprised by this strange turn of events she quickly accepted the role that was, literally, thrust into her face. Opening her mouth, she brought it tightly around Nancy's cunt.
Despite her vast experience with sex, she had never sucked another woman's cunt any more than Nancy had, and had thought that thrusting her hot little pussy into Nancy's face would be a joke. She was surprised, pleasantly surprised when Nancy took her seething vagina in her mouth, and just as pleasantly surprised when Nancy had placed her vagina against her mouth. But there was no time for thanking Nancy for the gift. Immediately she sent her tongue deep into Nancy's cunt, matching the driving of Nancy's tongue deep in her own gyrating pussy. Her full, luscious breasts were pressing firmly against the sensuous skin of her latest lover, and Nancy was running her hands along the back of her thrashing, sensitive thighs, inching her fingers deliriously close to her back passage. It was burningly delightful, and Cindy stiffened her body each time Nancy wormed and screwed her tongue deeper and deeper into her seething cuntal depths, running her turgid, thick organ along her vaginal walls and sucked at her oozing feminine juices.
Even though Nancy had just cum, it was excruciatingly blissful having her cunt sucked and licked again. Her orgasms had become merged into one huge rush of cum emanating from her cunt, an endless river of clear, sticky sweet juices flowing from her pussy, and she forgot that she had been forced to attend the party. All that was behind her now, and she wanted nothing more than to have her cunt licked and slavishly sucked by the sixteen year old girl with her mouth pressed tightly against her vagina. She pressed her cunt tighter against Cindy's mouth and forced her to reach into her cuntal depths as far as she could while she stiffened her own pink, wet organ and rammed it like a hardened penis into the seething, slippery folds of Cindy's vagina. She tightened her whole body as she felt the turgid thickness of Cindy's tongue reach deeply into her pussy and touch her aching clitoral bud. It was almost the same as having a thick, long cock in her cunt, and she wanted to savor the sensations that were washing through her body again, even before the last ones had diminished. It would be like having two orgasms at once, and she could feel that the fires that had never left her body as she flooded the floor with her gushy liquid were building from an already orgasmic starting point to an all consuming, completely mind shattering explosion that would burst her into a million pieces. Her mind was washed away in a blazing river of fire, a searing blindness that gripped her mind and turned it into a pile of cinders each time Cindy reached between the quivering pussy lips and wormed her tongue past the dripping cuntal orifice and deep into the butter-soft confines of her torching, boiling cunt.
Cindy's hands were gripped around the back of her thighs, and she was inching them closer and closer to her hair fringed, sperm covered ass, lightly running her nails along Nancy's throbbing, twitching flesh. When her hand reached her ass, Nancy was again overcome with the searing pain of having her rectum stretched as Cindy pressed her fuck fingers deeply into her back passage.
Nancy did the same, and soon it became a game to see which cunt sucking girl could out do the other. Grabbing hold of Cindy's legs, Nancy pulled the other woman's gyrating pussy tightly against her face and drove her tongue so deeply into the gushing folds of Cindy's cunt that the younger girl stiffened her whole body in a surging muscular tightness that Nancy would never have dreamed possible in a girl so young.
Cindy's stiffening only sent Nancy's tongue deeper and harder into her cunt. Nancy was undulating her hips forcefully against Cindy's cunt sucking mouth, causing the girl to lash out with her as quickly as she could to bring Nancy to orgasm. Nancy's tongue was plunging like a thick, hot penis in the seeping depths of Cindy's mouth grinding hips, and Nancy sucked and licked the vast amounts of cum Cindy was producing, gulping the sweetly hot juices as she rammed her tongue again and again into the seething chamber.
Nancy's head was moving at a blurred speed as she pulled it forcibly from between Cindy's tightly clasping legs and rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs and trapping Cindy's head between her sweaty, cum-filmed thighs. Resting on her arms, she used her hands as a base while she bobbed her head up and down against Cindy's writhing cunt. She undulated her hips rapidly against Cindy's open mouth, planting her pussy firmly on Cindy's stiff, up-thrust tongue, crazily swinging her jiggling ass as though she were sitting on a man's thick cock. There was no stopping her, and her whole body was thrashing and vibrating like a wild woman. A blazing sheet of flame waved and passed through her body, and she was completely overcome with her third intense orgasm. She was aware of nothing except the blinding fire in her mind and the searing, burning torture she was feeling in her cunt as Cindy lashed and whipped her pussy with her tired organ.
Finally, Nancy couldn't stand it any longer. She raised her face from Cindy's cum-soaked pussy and emitted a bellowing yell that filled the entire cabin with the shrieking sound of her wantonly lewd voice.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeee! " Placing her face back on the gyrating, grinding cunt beneath her, she felt her vaginal walls constrict and spray Cindy's face with the fine mist of her searing, sticky-clear cum. Again and again she emitted her hot cum in the face of her husband's lover, and Nancy lashed out with her tongue to bring Cindy to a concurrent orgasm. She felt Cindy's body stiffen as the younger woman had her orgasm, and she breathed deeply at the fine mist that was spraying into her face, covering her face and turning the both of them into a writhing, cum-covered couple, wiggling like snakes in the grass, driving against each other as they each sought to outdo the other.
Again and again they sent their thick, wet, turgid tongues deeper and deeper into their cunts, exhausting and wearing each other to the point of no return as they tried to prove that they were the better lover, until, at last, it was all over. Together they collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor, breathing heavily and heaving their breasts as they tried to catch their breaths from their intense and all consuming orgasms.
For a moment, Nancy thought that she had blacked out for a moment. Laying painfully on the floor with her eyes closed, she could hear nothing. She tried to remember where she was, and when she did, she wondered what had happened to the party sounds. For a moment she was afraid to open her eyes. She could feel Cindy's heaving body laying on the floor next to her, apparently so totally exhausted that she could barely move.
Slowly and almost painfully, Nancy opened her eyes, and was startled by what she saw. There, standing over her sweat and cum-covered body, were all the people that had attended the party, and as soon as she opened her eyes, there was the loud thunder of applause.
At first Nancy couldn't understand what was happening, and she was even more puzzled when she saw her husband standing directly over her and clapping his hands the hardest.
She painfully got up off the floor, staggering as she slowly rose to her feet. At first she found it hard to stand, but as she almost fell, Bill rushed to help her stay on her feet. She waved him away and, finally, stood on her feet as she looked and smiled at the crumpled body of Cindy, still laying on the floor with her eyes closed.
Nancy looked at her husband.
"What's the applause for?" she asked as soon as she could find it in her to spare the breath.
"As soon as someone saw that you were handling two people at once, we all started watching you in action."
"Jesus, she was going like the hardest fucking bitch I've ever seen," said one voice in the crowd.
"Just like watching some hot little cunt in a stag movie," said another.
"With a wife like that," said still a third, this one a woman's, "you don't have to worry about not getting what you want out of that little cunt."
"I've never seen a cunt thrash and grind like that before," said the first voice again. "I'll bet she could handle five guys at once without batting an eyelash."
Nancy turned to her husband and smiled. "Still think I can't suck cock?" she asked in a soft, low voice.
"Baby," answered Bill, "I think you can do anything you want."
Martin stepped from the crowd and looked directly at Nancy.
"Baby, just watching you was fantastic. My only regret was that I didn't get a chance to get into that hot little cunt of yours before you wore it out."
Nancy put her hands on her naked, powerful hips.
"What makes you think I'm worn out?" she asked. "I'm just taking a breather. The night is still young, and there are a lot of good looking cocks I haven't had yet."
A cheer broke from the crowd, and as soon as it died down, Bill asked her how long it would be before she caught her breath.
"I'm ready right now for anything anyone here can throw at me," she said, grabbing her husband's swollen cock and pressing it against her belly. Bill responded immediately by lowering his body enough to slip his massive cock into her still pulsing cuntal slit. Nancy shivered as her husband's cock began to throb in her cunt, and she moved her hips against his already thrusting legs. Suddenly she was aware of her semen soaked buttocks being forced open, and she turned her head to see who was fucking her in the ass this time.
It was Martin. He had pressed his bulbous penis head against her ass-chancre, pushing it slowly and painfully into the tight hole of her still aching rectum. For a moment she was afraid that she would not be able to take his huge cock in her tight backside. But her fears were relieved as she felt his massive penis slide easily into her ass.
Thrusting her hips forward, she made her husband ram and send his burgeoned cock deep into her wanton cuntal depths, and as she pulled back her hips, she drove Martin's burly cock deep into her rectum. Impaled by two huge cocks, she smiled lewdly as she experienced her double fuck. Closing her eyes, she knew that after tonight, she would never be afraid of not satisfying her husband again.
EPILOGUE Bill and Nancy unpacked their clothes after returning home late Sunday evening, they were both far to tired to even talk. In fact, Bill had been silent during the whole trip home, and Nancy was afraid that he was angry with her for what she had done with Martin Friday night. She asked him about it.
"Oh, no way, baby," he said in an exhausted voice. "In fact, it's just the opposite. I'm angry with myself for taking too long to teach you the things you had to learn. You shouldn't have to learn about sex at a place like that large meeting room."
Nancy smiled in relief. Bill seemed a little sad, however, and as soon as he finished sorting his dirty clothes, he walked from the bedroom to the living room. Nancy followed.
"Just because you didn't get to teach me on your own is no reason to think that you can't take advantage of the lessons," she hinted.
"Well, how do you think I feel. Here I am, a teacher, and I can't even reach my wife," he answered.
"Oh, stop being so childish," she said in a teasing voice. "Even the best teachers have pupils they can't teach. It's hard to be objective with people you're close to."
Bill thought about that. He could remember one of his lessons in college that had said even college professors couldn't always teach their children, and that it was really nothing to worry about.
"Besides," continued Nancy, "now that I know all the facts, I still need lessons on putting it all together."
Bill looked up to her and saw that she was smiling at him. He smiled back.
"How about a lesson right now?" he asked. "Or are you on a vacation for the moment?"
A large grin broke on Nancy's face.
"As long as I'm married to you," she answered, "I'll never be on vacation."
