By no stretch of the imagination could Judy Northrup be called oversexed. She was, however, a ravishingly beautiful woman with a healthy female's need for sexual gratification.
The trouble for her began when her husband Jim became less and less interested in the carnal and lascivious delights to be found in her smooth young body, with its voluptuous, melon-like breasts and the creamy slit down between her perfectly-sculpted thighs.
Jim's impotence didn't come on all at once: Rather, it built slowly, like cancer destroying healthy tissue. Two years before, when they had been married, Jim's sexual drive was stronger than Judy's. The handsome youth seemed insatiable in bed, wanting her almost every waking moment, hardly waiting until he had the door closed behind him at night when he returned from work before starting to strip off his clothing and pull Judy toward the bedroom so that he could drive his huge cock into the succulent pussy-wound and make her beg for mercy.
The virginal young bride couldn't understand his constant preoccupation with sex. To Judy, sexual pleasure was an important and beautiful part of their marriage-but hardly the only thing that mattered. Nevertheless, she had accepted his overwhelming need for lovemaking without question, giving up the voluptuous charms of her magnificent body and, in the process, rapidly coming to need sex almost as much as Jim did.
He was a masterful and expert teacher, helping her shed her mind of its inhibitions, using every male weapon at his command to bring her physical ecstasy-including the forbidden thrills of oral sex. At first the innocent young bride had been put off by the thought of taking Jim's virile penis into her mouth and sucking out the scalding male juices. But slowly, every so slowly, he had amply demonstrated that she, too, could share in the rapture of total surrender to mouth-fucking.
The beautiful blonde had almost gone crazy the first night he went down on her cunt. She didn't want him to put his lips and tongue and mouth on the hair-fringed lips of her pussy, had tried to talk him out of thrusting his raspy oral spear up into the creamy folds of her velvety inner canal. And when his tongue touched the heated little bud of her clitoris Judy knew that she was forever lost to the wild and thrilling new pleasure.
Her sensitive clitoris had come alive in an instant, making her shudder with wanton joy, turning her into a raging, demanding lover. Tremendous jolts of galvanic pleasure had swept through her whole body as he massaged and caressed the now erect little knob, nibbling at it with his gentle teeth, lashing out over the whole excited surface with his tongue as she lay there on the bed and gasped for more of the sweet ecstasy he was bringing her.
She had come quickly-much too quickly! Her whole shivering body seemed to come alive in a starburst of wanton pleasure, her steaming cunt boiling with powerful orgasmic contractions, her lovely legs wrapped around his head and forcing his face tight up against her squirming cuntal-flesh as she screamed out her climax.
From that delirious moment on, her own desires matched Jim's. It was she who most often became the sexual aggressor, pleading, cajoling, demanding pleasure from him. And he gave as good as he got-using his tongue and his gigantic cock to quench the smoldering passions that frequently erupted within her lust-filled loins.
The first inkling of trouble came the night when he was licking and sucking hungrily at her passion-drenched cunt about three months previously. As was usually the case, Judy was stretched out naked on the bed, her lovely legs spread wide apart so that Jim could have full access to the furry pink opening of her cuntal mouth. He knelt between her legs, thrusting his long tongue in and out, in and out, curling the tip around her swollen clitoris and then running it full-length up into the moistly quivering interior.
She had felt herself coming, felt the slow build-up of her rhythmic contractions, sensed the sudden flow of delicious juices down from her fiery pussy-walls to his frantically-sucking spear.
And she wanted to share this beautiful, passionate moment with him.
"Oh God ... oh God!" she had cried out, her churning buttocks pumping up to meet the inspired lash of his hot tongue, '"mmmmnnnnn ... oh, darling, swing around ... oooohhhh ... I want to suck you now ... mmmmmnnnnnn...."
He had suddenly tensed, his lean but muscular body stiffening as she tried to pull him up on the bed. For a moment she was puzzled, knowing how much Jim loved to have his massive prick thrusting in and out of her warm mouth at the same time as he sucked and licked at her steaming cunt.
"Please, darling ... oh, Jesus, I'm going to come soon, Jim ... I want to suck your prick!"
There was no response, only the continued madness of his tongue against her bloated clitoris and dilated pussylips.
Unable and unwilling to deny herself this doubly-rapturous pleasure, she pushed his head away from her writhing pussy and quickly brought her own luscious body down beside his lean frame, her fingers frantically fumbling for the treasured prize between his loins. And as she grasped the male meat with her hot fingers, she gasped in shock.
For Jim's cock was a flabby and small as a boy's!
She stared down at the limp prick in stunned surprise, her eyes widening at the sight. It seemed impossible to her that he could have been sucking so hungrily at her swampy cuntal-trench without getting an erection, without being half out of his mind with desire for her.
And yet her eyes weren't deceiving her: Jim's cock was cold and lifeless, without passion, without desire-a limp and sad thing to behold.
"What's wrong, darling?" she gasped, her fingers still gripping his prick tightly as she swung around to face him.
The handsome young husband blushed deeply, then a pained, embarrassed expression flitted across his features as he shook his head.
"I ... I ... I don't know!" he managed to stammer sadly, still blushing, his face smeared with his own saliva and the pungent juices of her still-tingling cunt.
Concerned, Judy swung her body up so that she was lying beside him now. Her initial shock had changed to alarm. Was it something she had said or done? she wondered as she put her arms around his shuddering shoulders and pressed her naked flesh to his.
"I don't understand?" she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you wanted me ... to suck you off!" She was becoming a little hysterical now. "You always like for me to suck your cock after you go down on me!"
Jim looked even more depressed than before.
"I don't know," he said after a moment, averting his eyes from his wife's face. "I just didn't feel much like fooling around tonight, but I didn't want to disappoint you, so I went ahead and ate out your pussy for you."
Suddenly it was Judy's turn to be ashamed.
She had known that Jim was tired tonight, but not for a moment had she considered that he wouldn't want to have sex. How could she have been so thoughtless? she asked herself. After all, Jim's job at the service station was a difficult one-with long hours and demanding physical labor. She should have been more understanding-should have not insisted that they make love.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, really I am," she pleaded with the unhappy young husband. "Maybe if you just relaxed and turned over onto your back and let me give you head ... maybe you'll get a hard-on!"
He shook his head wearily.
"Not tonight, baby, huh?" he sighed unhappily. "I'm beat ... really beat! But I'll finish you off if you want."
Judy wouldn't hear of it. It seemed monstrous for him to be thinking about her pleasure at a moment when he was too tired to want any for himself.
"No, it's alright," she lied, wishing that the ache in her cunt would go away. "Come on, turn over and I'll give you a nice massage to put you to sleep. That's it, honey, just relax...."
The next three months were pure torture for Judy. Her own desires increased in direct ration to Jim's lack of passion. It wasn't that he didn't try! Several times he had even managed to get a hard-on, but it always went away before he could climax. Worse yet, his prick always went limp before she could have her orgasm.
They tried every trick they knew to inspire any arousal in him. But nothing worked. As a result, the tension between them built. The more she wanted him, the more the pressures in her cunt threatened to explode, the more cold and distant and defensive Jim became.
At first they tried to talk about his impotency. The young husband even reluctantly agreed to have a medical check-up. The results were good and bad: Good in the sense that he was perfectly healthy-bad in the sense that the doctor could find no organic reason for his sexual dysfunction. So, there they were, a hot-blooded wife and a husband without the ability to satisfy her.
It was slowly driving her crazy.
And then Jim's cousin, Bert Henshaw, came to town to visit with them for a few days. Had the young couple had any warning of his impending arrival, they would have told him not to come. But, instead of warning them, he arrived one morning on the doorstep, his suitcase in his hand, a broad smile on his handsome face, a taxi just driving away from the curb.
"Bert!" Judy said in genuine surprise when she opened the door. She was dressed only in her loose nightgown and robe, and she blushed slightly when she saw his appreciative eyes sweeping down over her succulent young body. "What in God's name are you doing here?"
"Hey, honey, aren't you going to ask me in?" he said with a throaty chuckle, brushing past her, pulling the door closed behind him. "Where's my favorite cousin?"
"He went to work about fifteen minutes ago, " she replied apprehensively, noting the suitcase. "Are you going to tell me what you're doing here, or do I have to guess?"
"Nothing sinister, I assure you, Judy," he laughed again, setting the suitcase down on the floor. "I've got a new job in Chicago, but it doesn't start until next week. I figured I'd stop off and see you guys. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not, why should we mind?" she answered, suddenly feeling the color rise in her face from the lewdly bold way he was inspecting her body. "I was just having some coffee. Come on, I'll fix you a cup and then telephone Jim and tell him the good news."
As she led him into the kitchen she thought about Bert Henshaw. The twenty-eight year-old engineer had never been one of her favorites among Jim's family. There was something about his arrogant manner and sophisticated charm that made her anxious when he was around. Bert had been all over the world as a construction engineer, and most of his lewd stories about his travels centered around the women he had encountered-stories that made Judy blush with anger at their frankness.
Strangely, Jim and Bert were good friends, although they total different in temperament and personality. Jim had never done anything more exciting than working hard and saving for the service station he now owned. Judy had heard the cousin joking about Jim's boring life, something that she actively resented.
She poured Bert a cup of coffee and then telephoned Jim and gave him the news. He sighed at first, almost unhappily, then brightened, telling Judy not to fix dinner, that they would eat out in celebration of Bert's arrival.
She hung up the phone, she turned to find Bert standing right behind her, only inches away. Startled, she began to back away, but he reached out and grabbed her arms, holding her in place.
"What are you doing?" she protested, trying to free herself of the vise-like grip he had on her arms.
"What did Jim say?" he asked, ignoring her question. "Is he coming home now?"
"No, of course not," she stammered, frightened by the way he was looking at her. "He's short-handed this week and he's got too much work to do. He'll be home about six tonight. Bert, please let me go ... you're hurting me!"
"Uh, uh, Judy," he laughed, pulling her toward the front room. "You and I have to have a little talk. Come on, let's go in where it's more comfortable."
As he pulled her along, Bert couldn't resist staring at the young wife. He had fucked many women in his lifetime, hundreds, perhaps. But he had never quite gotten over the fact that his cousin had married the most ravishing female he had ever seen.
For Judy was truly beautiful-more like a Las Vegas showgirl than a housewife. The filmy, light blue nightgown and robe she wore tantalizingly revealed the exciting contours of her voluptuous young body. Her face was perfect, with sparkling blue eyes that glowed as if lit by an inner fire, a pert little nose, and full, sensual lips tinted a warm scarlet. Her thrilling face was capped by mounds of golden hair that curled around her shoulders like a billowing mane.
Even now, with her face contorted with anger and pain, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And, despite her air of innocence, Judy exuded a kind of startling sensuality that Bert found irresistible.
He pushed her down onto the soft couch in the living room and then sat down beside her, his knee pressing against hers.
"Bert, what in God's name are you doing?" she protested hotly, pulling away her knee. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Jim wrote me a couple of weeks ago, did you know that?" Bert asked quietly. When she shook her head, he continued. "He told me about the trouble you two have been having ... you know, the sex thing."
"Oh my God!" Judy gasped in shock, feeling her face go beet-red. "That's monstrous! How could he? What business is it of yours? I can't believe it ... to parade out private lives around in public!" Her shock was genuine. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Jim would tell anyone other than a doctor or therapist about their bedroom affairs. It seemed like such a betrayal of their privacy-her privacy!
"I'm not exactly a stranger, you know," Bert went on sarcastically. "Besides, I've got a little theory about things like that. Guys like Jim don't just suddenly lose their sex-drive without some good reason. And that reason must have something to do with you! What was it, he find out you were screwing around on him or something?"
The beautiful young blonde wife went livid with rage. She spluttered, unable to get out the angry words she wanted to hurl at the Bert Henshaw.
"You ... you ... you bastard!" she finally screamed at him, trying desperately to strike at his face with her hand, succeeding only in raking her fingernails down over his cheeks and leaving reddening welts there. "How can you say something like that? I've never played around on Jim ... never ... never, do you understand, NEVER!"
He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly.
"Okay, take it easy," he cried out. "I had to find out. I believe you, Judy."
Tears of bitter frustration welled up in her eyes and spilled out to come cascading down her whitened cheeks. She could feel her whole willowy body shuddering as she fought back the great sobs that built in her throat.
"How could you?" she moaned. "How could you?"
His voice was soft and soothing now as he held her.
"Listen, honey," he pleaded, "Jim is more like a brother to me than a cousin. I had to know if it was your fault. You don't know what kind of ball-busters most broads are! Christ, they take a guy and twist him around their fingers ... make him think he's the only one in the world for them ... then they start screwing everybody in sight or driving him crazy by cutting off his cunt! I couldn't let that happen to Jim. You understand that, don't you?"
The only thing that Judy could understand was that she wanted Bert Henshaw out of her home immediately. It was outrageous-monstrous-scandalous for him to accuse her of such a thing. She was the victim, not the cause of Jim's horrible problem!
"I want you out of here right now!" she demanded, pulling her wrists away from his grip. "I'll make some excuse to Jim ... I'll tell him you were called out on business or something ... but I won't have you in my house accusing me of those disgusting things! Go on, get out! Get out or I'll call the police!"
"Yeh, okay, I guess it was unfair of me," he said with a sigh of resignation. "I'm sorry, really I am ... it was just ... just ... oh, the hell with it!"
He got up and went into the kitchen.
Judy sank back on the couch, holding her head in her hands, still sobbing. It seemed as if the whole world were coming down around her ears. With her own body crying out for sexual satisfaction, with Jim refusing to see a psychiatrist to get help for his impotency, now with Bert Henshaw coming here with his horrible accusations!
It seemed so long since Jim had held her in his arms and told her he loved her, that everything would be all right. She longed to feel his strength now, his arms holding her tightly, his tender, loving embraces and love-making. That was the worst part for her. She wanted not only his reassurances, but his body as well! Just thinking about what a torrid lover he had been excited her now, and she could feel a tingling tightness building in her loins from wanting and denial.
I've got to stop thinking like this, she moaned under her breath as she heard Bert moving around in the kitchen. But she couldn't deny the excitement and longing in her creamy pussy. The thought of Jim's hard cock sent chills down her spine and her whole body went weak with a gnawing, anxious sensation. She could feel the tips of her breasts stiffen into erection as her lewd memories titillated her senses and the pressure between her long, smooth legs slowly, but perceptibly, built to a boiling point.
Maybe she should find another man, she thought irrationally. None of this was her fault. It wasn't her that was denying Jim something rightfully his-sex! She had been a good wife, done everything possible to make him happy. Suddenly her face went red again as she looked down and found her slender fingers creeping toward her aching, tingling cunt.
Oh God! I've got to stop thinking like this, she told herself sternly. But the delicious memories of what carnal relief her fingers might bring her shuddering cunt only made things worse. Stop it!
Stop it!
Suddenly she looked up to see Bert standing in front of her, two glasses in his hands. He was smiling wanly.
"A peace offering," he said slowly, offering one of the glasses to her. "Please, Judy, drink it. It'll do you good. Then we'll have a nice long talk and figure out what to do." He saw her stiffen again, and his voice softened even more. "Please, honey, don't get mad. Maybe I can talk Jim into going to see a shrink. He said in his letter that he hadn't done that yet. Believe me, I only want to help you guys."
Suddenly Judy began to see some hope. If Bert only could convince Jim to get professional help it might be the salvation of their marriage. Perhaps she had been wrong about the cousin.
"Would you?" she asked in a hushed, hopeful voice. "Oh, Bert, I'd give anything if we could get this thing straightened out!"
He was beside her on the couch again as she took a long, slow sip of the scotch and water he had fixed for her. The strong alcohol stung her stomach but, surprisingly, as soon as the shock was gone she felt better.
"Of course I will," he answered, his eyes staring at her long legs which were revealed to just above the knee as her robe fell open. "I understand what you're going through, honey, honestly I do. Jesus, it must be torture for a lovely woman like you to be in a spot like this. I lived for a while with a really beautiful chick who was frigid. Christ, to lay there in bed every night and suffer is no fun. I thought I'd go out of my mind with desire. But she wouldn't let me touch her."
He does understand, Judy thought excitedly. She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs, but she made no move to cover them again. It made such a difference just to know that someone understood how unhappy she was.
The drink he had made her was refreshing and she finished it quickly, letting the alcohol cool her throat and she could feel its relaxing effect racing through her trembling body. She put her glass down on the table and as she leaned forward he had a full view of her soft, full breasts as they pushed the thin material of her nightgown away from her body.
Bert drew a sharp breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly outward and he got up quickly and told her that he would make them another drink.
The blonde wife settled back on the couch, enjoying the effect the alcohol was having on her. If only Bert would be able to persuade Jim, she thought to herself, feeling warm and friendly to the cousin again.
The second drink went down much more smoothly than the first, even though she suspected that it was stronger. She felt his knee pressing against her legs again, but she didn't seem to care anymore.
"I still can't believe it happened," she moaned. "I mean, physically there's nothing wrong with Jim. The doctor said he was in excellent health. But he just doesn't want me anymore ... nothing I do turns him on ... nothing! Sometimes I feel like such a whore for thinking about sex all the time, but I can't help it. It was so good between Jim and I ... now ... now, I-I-I...."
Her thoughts were all jumbled and she wasn't sure whether it was because of the unfamiliar liquor or whether it was because the past events had just thoroughly confused her.
"It sure as hell isn't fair to you, honey," Bert sympathized, trying to gauge her reaction. He could see that she was almost drunk on the two strong drinks, sliding further down into the couch. Her robe fell even further apart, leaving a wide gap revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs.
She knew he was staring at her, but somehow, she just didn't care. And a more dangerous thought was starting to build in the back of her mind: What would it be like to have Bert make love to her? To have the handsome, self-assured cousin quench the gnawing, raging fire between her creamy thighs?
Oh God, I'm such a slut for thinking anything so obscene! she told herself, sipping her drink.
Suddenly, as if reading her mind', he reached over and patted her naked knee with his fingers.
"Don't worry about a thing, Judy," he said excitedly, "Old cousin Bert will be happy to help you ... in any way I can!"
He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them. She glanced up, blushing as her eyes met his.
"And I suppose you mean to tell Jim all about our conversation?" she asked sarcastically, suddenly confused and frightened by her own lewd thoughts and by the rising passion she felt deep within her moisture-laden cunt.
"Hey, baby, what happens here today is just between you and I," he said emphatically, reassuringly, sincerely. "That was stupid of Jim to have written me, I can see that now. But I'll do everything in my power to get him straightened out, I promise you ... even if I have to carry him to a shrink." He paused, watching her face soften. "But I can help you, too, Judy ... in a more direct way."
There was no question as to what he meant. His hands were moving slowly up her soft, smooth thigh, his fingers increasing their pressure until, moments later, they closed around the heated silkiness of her inner thigh. She tried to straighten up, but his grip was firm and insisting as it moved toward the throbbing wetness of her crotch.
And she was now thoroughly confused and frightened-wanting desperately for him to touch the heated flesh of her pulsating cunt, terrified at the same time that she wouldn't be able to stop him from going further if that happened.
"Please don't do that," she whimpered softly, imploring him to stop, but he just stared back lewdly, his eyes clouded with lust, his breathing rapidly increasing with want.
"I'm not going to do anything you don't need pretty badly, honey," he said, his words thick from desire. "Just think how nice it'll be to have a man touch your pussy again after so long. Jim will never know ... nobody will ever know but you and I, Judy ... that's it, just relax and let me feel your nice warm cunt...."
She didn't know what to believe. Her mind told her one thing, her aching pussy another. She didn't have the strength to fight him off, so she tried to relax her body as he ordered, hoping that he would be satisfied with touching her pussy for a moment.
His hand was trembling as it moved further up her leg until he could feel the soft silk of her pubic hair. He brushed away the soft, flimsy material of her nightgown in order to give himself free access to her naked loins.
The beautiful blonde wife jerked involuntarily at the last minute in a futile attempt to get away, but when his expert fingers touched the tiny bud of her clitoris she found that her hips were suddenly reacting to his lewd fondling, and that her own desires were coming to the surface with the force of a tornado. In a split-second her cunt was flooded with rapture.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh, stop it ... stop it...." she begged, knowing that if he didn't stop now she would never be able to control herself. The long, hungry nights without Jim's hard cock had taken a terrible toll, and she was almost overwhelmed by the way her pussy was throbbing and aching and pulsating out of control now.
No fingers but her own had touched that soft, secret place in weeks, and she wanted desperately now to feel the mad rush toward orgasm. Suddenly, helplessly, she reached out and touched his bulging cock under his trousers, fumbling with the zipper of his fly.
"Not yet, baby," he whispered, pulling her hand away. "We'll get to that in a minute ... first I want to feel your cunt...."
His fingers continued their insistent manipulation of her bloated clitoris, fondling it, caressing the heated knob, sending thrills racing through her sex-starved body. In a moment he left the swollen bundle of nerve-endings and searched for the tiny slit of her pussy, pinching the sensitive protective lips of her opening, making her shiver wildly with lust as her legs fell apart. Then, without warning, she could feel the thickness of his fingers sliding up into her wet cunt.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she cried out, wanting him to fill the warm, wet cavern down between her legs to the fullest, loving the feel of him, wanting more, demanding more!
Smiling, an obscene expression on his handsome face, Bert pushed and pulled at her, forcing her down onto the couch on her back, behind over her.
"Now, baby," he ordered in a choked voice. "Now you can take my prick out!"
She did as he demanded, her fingers fumbling at the opening of his fly until his prick was free, bobbing up and down, pulsing against the soft, white skin of her thighs.
He was worming his fingers in deeper as the walls of her cunt seemed to clasp them in rapture. She was completely helpless now, her throbbing loins pinioned by his hands as her whole body ached with lust. And then his mouth came down on hers, their tongues meeting, clenching like two slithering snakes until he pulled it away and thrust it deep into her throat.
Now his huge, thick cock was jerking frantically into her thighs, only inches from the palpitating opening of her moistly churning cunt.
"Fuck me ... for God's sake, fuck meeeeeeeee!" she wailed, unable to stand the pressure that was building in her stomach and threatening to blow her apart.
Judy felt herself being pushed and pulled and probed until she was stretched out full length on the couch, her legs wide apart, her upturned cunt gaping wide with desire. Bert stood up for a moment and pulled his clothing off, then knelt up between her long legs. She felt his iron-hard cock pushing into the soft fleshiness of her inner thighs as he pushed deeper and deeper into her with his finger again, wiggling it unmercifully, driving her crazy from heated arousal.
"Please ... please," she begged piteously, wondering if he were going to torture her and then leave her helplessly unsatisfied.
He suddenly smiled and pulled his finger out. Now she could feel the whole length of his cock, jerking, pulsing against the softness of her cunt as he manipulated his body at an angle so that he could enter her. And she couldn't wait another moment. Sliding her trembling hand down between their sweating bodies, she encircled the huge pole of male meat with her fingers and pulled it toward the aching slit between her legs.
"You want it?" he asked smugly. "You really want it?"
"YESSSSSSSSS!" she moaned, wondering if she would split herself in two if she pulled her legs any further apart. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... oh God, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He moved slowly toward her, watching the demented, sex-starved look on her beautiful face as he probed the tight, creamy slit of her womanhood. He let her pull it into her, widening her gaping cuntal-wound with each slight thrust as she cried out in rapture.
"OH YES! YESSSSSS! MORE ... MORE!" she wailed.
He suddenly lurched forward with his hips and buried his monstrous shaft deep into her belly with one final thrust, pushing with all his strength as she cried out in a soul-searing shriek of ecstasy.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked as she felt the throbbing head of his cock push in deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. She could feel her cunt contracting around his gigantic prick, her own juices flowing freely down around the impaling shaft to lubricate him.
At the same time, his hands were all over her soft breasts, kneading and massaging and caressing the rubbery nipples, giving her more pleasure than she had ever hoped to experience ever again.
She writhed and twisted out of control, wanting him to fuck her harder and harder, hopelessly caught up in the ecstasy of the fierce moment. She tried in her rapture to pretend that it was Jim who was fucking her, closing her eyes and trying to see her husband's face in her mind as she strained up at her adulterous lover. Her body was moving quickly in powerful grinding rhythm, her cunt contracting and then relaxing with each masterful stroke of Bert's huge prick up into her belly.
"Harder! Oh God, I can't stand it!" she cried out helplessly. "Fuck me harder ... harder...."
Her hips bucked up violently, her whole body suddenly crying out to be satisfied by the hardened shaft of flesh sunk deep between her widespread legs.
It no longer made any difference to her that she was a whore, a slut or an adulteress. All that mattered was that she was finally getting the gratification her body had craved for so many weeks. The massive prick could have been attached to an animal for all she cared. It was huge and beautiful and it was hard enough to quench the maddening fires that raged through her lovely, sex-starved body.
"You love it, don't you, baby?" Bert asked cruelly.
"Oh yes, yes ... yessssssss!" she hissed up at him in helpless surrender to the passions that were threatening to destroy her. "Oh God, it feels soooooo good!"
At the same time, she was mentally begging forgiveness of her cuckolded husband, praying that he would never find out her betrayal of their marriage vows.
On and on the relentless fucking went as hot, searing flames of her desire rolled through her like a whirlwind.
Bert knew he was about to climax at any moment, and he began to slow his powerful strokes, hoping to prolong the delicious sensation of his young, beautiful victim's cunt as she writhed in passionate abandon beneath him.
Judy felt as though an electric shock was running through her body, every inch of flesh was alive and tingling, sensitive to every move Bert made above her. The pressure of imminent orgasm was building from deep within her belly and she could feel the muscular walls of her cunt contract more forcibly around his huge, menacing shaft like a sucking pump.
"Oh ... I'm going to come ... I going to come!" she breathed out, her voice choked with passion as she pushed her hips up firmly against his powerful thighs and, kicking her legs out widely, locked them around his body.
"Okay, honey, here it comes!" he grunted.
With several hip-thrusting stabs he emptied himself deep within her raging cunt, his own sperm mingling hotly with hers. Their bodies shook from the intensity of their passion, each of them trembling uncontrollably.
Judy was nearly crazy with lust and pleasure. For long weeks she had been denied this rapture. Now it was bursting inside her and filling her with the most exquisite sensations possible. She wanted it to go on forever, for it never to end! Her mind reeled and seethed with emotion, her body bucking and twisting and writhing until she looked like a she-demon gone wild.
Later, how much later she didn't know, she felt his cock slipping out of her satiated cunt with a loud plop. She didn't open her eyes as he stood up and then walked wearily to the bathroom, picking up his clothes as he went.
It was only then that the shame hit the beautiful young wife like a slap in the face.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim Northrup could sense the tension between his wife Judy and Bert Henshaw when he arrived home from work that day. There was nothing specific he could put his finger on, just a strained politeness that he misinterpreted as her petulance at having an unexpected guest.
The evening out went well enough for he and Bert, with them swapping gossip about the family and the things that had happened since they had last seen one another. For Judy, the dinner in the expensive restaurant was something to be endured but not enjoyed. She sat there picking at her food, watching the two handsome men, afraid that at any moment Bert might say or do something which would bring her whole world crashing down around her. The memories of their torrid, adulterous lovemaking were still obscenely vivid in her mind.
The beautiful young wife was awash with shame and humiliation at the way her lush body had betrayed her that morning. She had given in to the wildly lewd seduction without a thought of morality or decency. And now she was paying dearly for her one lapse into adultery.
But even worse, she couldn't control her raging need for more of the rapturous fucking. Bert's hard cock had only whetted her appetite after the long period of enforced celibacy. Even as she sat there, her cunt was throbbing and pulsating with lurid excitement, and she could feel the crotch of her sheer panties stained with the wet warmth of her involuntarily flowing juices.
Except for the way Bert's strong fingers tried to caress her knee under the table-the fingers that Judy had angrily pushed away-the two men ignored the unhappy wife. Both of them drank more than they should have, and by the time they piled into Jim's car for the ride home they were both half-drunk.
Judy was still seething with anger at the way Jim had divulged their most intimate problems to his cousin in the letter. Under other circumstances she would have confronted the issue, told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of his actions. Even Bert's sworn promise to convince Jim to see a shrink didn't relieve the impotent young husband of his shameful conduct. He had had no business to tell anyone!
In a way, she mused bitterly, it was Jim's letter to the cousin that had brought about her own obscene downfall. If Bert hadn't known how sex-starved and desperate she was, he wouldn't have dared done the miserable thing to her, wouldn't have cuckolded his own cousin, wouldn't have used her wretched need for sexual gratification against her!
But he had, and she had to live with the shameful fact that she was a contemptible adultress-no better, really, than a gutter whore!
Sleep seemed impossible for her.
She lay in bed next to her snoring husband, listening for any sound from Bert's room at the other end of the long hallway, expecting at any moment he would come for her and force her to repeat the immoral seduction. Her whole body was on fire, her erect nipples aching with desire, her whole crotch tingling and pulsating and throbbing with heated arousal. Every nerve in her succulent flesh cried out for sexual satisfaction, every cell in her lust-reeling mind concentrated upon the thrilling memories of the way Bert's gigantic, beautiful prick had ripped up into her creamy cunt and brought her such memorable rapture.
And finally she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to quench the inferno down between her legs or go mad! Desperation drove her to reach out and touch Jim's flaccid cock. He lay on his back, his legs spread apart, his hand over his snoring face.
Her fingers were trembling with lust as she snaked them into the fly of his pajamas and let them encircle the limp male meat, praying desperately that some miracle would occur-that he would finally respond to her fevered caresses.
Slowly she pumped on the lifeless flesh, increasing the pressure, squeezing him, massaging him lewdly, obscenely trying to will the warm shaft to life.
Nothing!
Oh God! she thought bitterly, pulling the covers off their bodies and blushing furiously as she brought her hot face down to his loins. Quickly replacing her fingers with her mouth, she sucked hungrily on the stub of his lifeless cock, rolling the flesh around with her tongue, nipping and biting gently on it, hoping against hope that there would be some response-that the thing would suddenly come erect as it had used to, that it would surge and throb with heated blood, that it would swell into the gigantic rod she remembered so lewdly.
Nothing!
Hating herself, hating what she had become, loathing the dark passions that drove her to such obscene lengths, she pulled her mouth away, knowing that it was no use. Jim hadn't stirred. His limp cock was as tiny as when she had begun.
Moaning, her whole body aching with desire, she replaced the covers on his body and got out of bed. Her trembling legs carried her out into the hallway. For a moment she was sorely tempted to throw off all her remaining sense of decency and go quickly into the cousin's room.
Instead, fighting down the almost nauseous feeling of hot desire in herself, she went toward the kitchen. The house was dark and she bumped into several objects in her mad dash toward the sanctity of the small bathroom that opened off the kitchen. It had been Jim's idea to install the shower/toilet there so that he could wash away the accumulated grease and grime from his work without dirtying their own bathroom.
Now, as Judy went inside and pulled the door closed behind her, she was grateful that she had this tiny room where she could be alone with her maddeningly erotic thoughts.
Shedding her nightgown, she stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door, then turned the water on, directing the powerful nozzle onto her full, upright breasts, feeling the wonderfully stimulating spray pelt her heated, sex-charged body. Her nipples, already hard and erect from her lewd thoughts, suddenly became even larger and more filled with desire.
And then, lost in her own thrilling sense of impending gratification, she grabbed up a fluffy washcloth and soap, lathering it, then guiding it quickly down over her belly, pausing while she spread her long legs, then slipping it between the two fully-rounded globes of her buttocks, curling slowly with her finger until the soapy rag's soft smoothness was wedged up against the throbbing lips of her cunt and the puckered, hairless ring of her rectum.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she moaned aloud, alive with thrilling sensations of pleasure. Unconsciously her mind wandered back to the ecstatic pleasures she had experienced with Bert so many hours ago. She could close her eyes and see herself on the couch, her long, beautiful body stretched out under his, her quivering, clenching cunt filled with his hard prick while he pumped the heated meat into her belly and made her beg and plead for more.
The erotic memories were so wonderful, so exciting, so thrilling! Standing there in the shower, sensuously and insistently brushing the washrag over her clenching cunt and sensitive anus, she suddenly remembered all the wild nights of fierce lovemaking with Jim: of sucking his long, rockhard prick, letting him make love to her in a hundred frantically beautiful ways, of the way he would stretch out between her trembling legs and suck her pussy until she almost went crazy with desire for him as he devoured her spicy cuntal-flesh.
Involuntarily her other hand went down to grasp the forward edge of the washcloth, drawing it toward the front. The passion-drenched mound of her wetly curling cunt reacted immediately to this wild new stimulation, making her gasp with pleasure as a jolt of pure electrical rapture coursed through her gaping crotch.
The cloth teased its way between the ruffled pink lips of her pussy, brushing lightly, ever so tantalizingly across her swelling clitoris. The tiny bundle of excitable nerve endings began to grow more rapidly as she imagined Jim's tongue slithering around its bloated length, making her moan again with the private delight of uninhibited self-gratification.
Then it was Bert's tongue she imagined plastered up against her furry little pussy-mouth, licking his raspy spear through the wetly curling hairs of her loins and bringing her such maddening ecstasy.
She increased the pressure of the torturously delightful cloth, brushing it again and again against the now dilated lips of her pussy without mercy or thought that what she was doing was wrong.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling her legs tremble, feeling her velvety insides about to burst with rapture.
She had no idea that she was being watched.
Outside the shower door, Bert Henshaw rubbed the growing bulge under his bathrobe as he watched Judy's silhouette through the glass, watched her toying wildly with the rippled pinkness of her hair-lined pussy.
He could see her bending her body slightly now, her knees spread wide apart as she held onto the door for support and began rubbing her aroused cunt faster and faster. He wondered what she was thinking about-whether it was him who had inspired her lewd masturbatory activities. She had certainly enjoyed the powerful fucking he had given her this morning, he thought excitedly. And he had no intention of allowing that to be the last time he dipped his prick into the sweet well of her succulent cunt.
Heated water streaming viciously against her naked body, Judy bent wobbly as she stroked the swollen lips of her cunt more rapidly, her mind aflame with the imagined tongue of Bert Henshaw burrowing between her creamy thighs. She could almost see his eyes glazed with lust while his mouth sucked and searched for her clasping cuntal entrance. And she suddenly wondered what it would be like to suck his wonderful cock as she had sucked Jim's so often, to let the swollen spear slide between her passionate lips and suck out the hot juices of his huge testicles.
She blushed furiously at the obscene thought as she forced her fingers more frantically against her gaping pussy-wound. Now it was only minutes before her cunt would be flooded with her own sticky juices, before it was contracting and throbbing with galvanic orgasms.
And suddenly Bert Henshaw couldn't stand another minute of this erotic arousal. He had to have Judy again, at any cost. He quickly stripped off his bathrobe, freeing his mammoth cock, allowing it to sway back and forth as it jutted out from his hair-covered groin.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked with a lewd smirk as he pushed the door open and moved his naked, muscular body into the shower with her.
"W-w-what are you d-d-doing in here?" was all she could say as she looked at him, his huge, throbbing cock jerking slowly up and down. She seemed in a state of shock, bent half over with her washcloth implanted firmly between the open lips of her sex-scented cunt. She'd been masturbating with him in mind, then suddenly he was there in the flesh, naked and hotly aroused. He had caught her rubbing her pussy to orgasm, and she was thoroughly embarrassed.
"You don't look happy to see me," he laughed smugly. Looking down at her crotch, he winked.
"You don't have to do that anymore, Judy. I'll take care of your, uh, needs!"
"Get out of here," she whispered, biting her lips but unable to take her eyes away from his wickedly swaying prick. It was so thick and long and beautiful, much bigger than Jim's. Swaying slowly, gently back and forth, it was like a hypnotist's swinging watch, drawing her irresistibly to it. The thick, engorged head was almost purplish, and the tiny vertical slit on the end oozed a drop of clear semen slowly out with each perceptible pulse that rippled through the threatening shaft. Every cell in her brain told her to get away before the obscene seduction of this morning was repeated, but every already aroused nerve in her body told her to stay, to reach out and touch that lasciviously wicked demon jutting out from Bert's loins.
Her wash cloth fell to the bottom of the shower with a loud plop as his hands slid quickly up her arms and over the smooth, wet soapiness on her breasts. His strong fingers gently grasped the rosy-hued nipples to test their hardness and she gasped out with pleasure. They felt so good ... so damned good! Shocked by her own heated sexual arousal and his sudden appearance, she could do nothing except stand there and wait for his next move.
"N-n-noooooo," she whispered, hearing her voice echo through the small bathroom. But he came closer, his arms embracing her, and the pulsing tip of his cock standing straight up now, resting tightly between their quivering bellies. "Please, Bert," she begged, " ... Jim might wake up and find us like this!"
"I looked in on him before I came here," Bert giggled conspiratorially. "He's sound asleep ... a cannon going off wouldn't wake him up."
His lips crushed over her open mouth quickly before she could respond, and his tongue sought hers in the warm, wet darkness of her mouth, sending more cursed shivers through her body as their tongues met in a wild duel.
She knew this was wrong, but she didn't seem to have any control over her body-and she couldn't control the moans of sudden delight that raced through her lips the moment one of his hands ran down her back into the soapy crevice between her smoothly trembling buttocks. It felt much better than the washcloth or her own fingers. This was a live, breathing man's hand and fingers chipping ever so gently across her frightened and cringing anal ring, exciting her more than she dared think about.
'Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she moaned helplessly again as his other hand glided through the suds and eased its way quickly through her soft, wet pubic hairs and tweaked her swollen clitoris with two fingers. She had never felt anything so pleasurable in her life, she thought. He was forcing her body to respond to him-demanding that she enjoy his caresses.
Reaching up, she turned off the shower, leaving the room silent except for their heavy breathing. Her desire was at a fever pitch, feeding ravenously on his every sensuous touch, the exciting feel of his bristling hairs and the thickly throbbing madness that pulsed against her belly driving all doubts out of her mind.
Totally under his control and the devastating guidance of her wild desire, she let him move her slowly out of the shower. He sat down on the nearby toilet stool, never taking his lips from her body, his tongue moving down across her ripe breasts to the quivering plane of her stomach, teasing little circles around her button-like navel, causing her to tremble uncontrollably as it slithered down to the glistening wet pubic hairs that covered her delicious mound.
Oh God! she thought wildly, he's going to suck my pussy! Her legs came uncontrollably apart as she prepared for the maddening touch of his cock against her throbbing cuntal-flesh.
But she wasn't to be gratified that way.
Instead of pressing his heated tongue against her pussy and finding the bloated knob of her pulsating clitoris, Bert smiled to himself and pulled her down until she was kneeling before him. He ran patterns of erotic sensations over her quivering, melon-like breasts, making both mounds quiver involuntarily. Then, suddenly, without warning, he gently took her head between his hands and drew it down to within an inch of the throbbing, engorged head of his thickly pulsating cock.
"Come on, honey," he coaxed lewdly, his dark eyes staring into hers. "Suck it for me ... suck it and then I'll go down on you!"
"N-n-no, I can't!" she said, shaking her head, but knowing in her heart that she would do as he asked. She knew that she wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his throbbing cock stuffing her mouth!
She slowly lowered her mouth while his hands gently guided her head down until the fiery tip touched her lips. And then her mind seemed to go blank as her lips folded around the thick, throbbing cock-head and she tasted the pungent, slippery heat of his sex.
"Oh, Ohhhhhhh, Jesus, that's it ... that's it!" he groaned with ecstatic pleasure as her tongue slowly snaked over the sensitive glans and fed more of her mouth over the long, rigid shaft.
He moaned again as she continued sucking, feeling the smooth, spongy tip of his cock rubbing lewdly against the back of her throat, spreading its seeping wetness over the roof of her mouth.
Sucking him, Judy felt as if she were the most fortunate female in the whole world. For Bert Henshaw had arrived just in time to save her from the terrible agony and frustration of sexual denial. The whole thing was obscene, but it had become too exciting now to stop, and she slipped one hand under her bent leg and thrust two fingers deep up into her already flowing cunt.
Her mouth worked hungrily at the male meat trapped between her lips, and she rubbed her fingers more and more vigorously into the clenching smooth channel of her gaping pussy, building tremendous torrents of rapture that buffeted the moistly sucking walls of her throbbing sexual cavern. For her, reality was not pumping in and out of her devouring mouth, but the thrusting of her fingers in her aching cunt. Any other sensation was dream-like, hazy and distorted, as if it really wasn't happening.
There was a vague jerking in her throat and she sensed the impending rush of sperm that shot up from his balls and through the underside of his prick until it spewed hotly into her hollowing throat, filling the deep, sucking channel with its delicious wetness. She gulped his juices down almost absentmindedly, concentrating instead on the finger plunging into her pussy. Her mouth was overflowing with perm, yet the spasms of her own quickening orgasm were the only thing she could actually feel. Building higher, like thrashing ocean waves, the blood-fed ripples of her climax gathered, hesitated, then suddenly exploded deep within her contracting cunt.
"MMMMNNNNNNNNNNN!" she moaned against the cock that filled her warm oral cavern. Stars danced behind her eyeballs, exploding, crashing, making her weak as the convulsions of her pussy continued.
This was what life was all about, she thought ecstatically! Three months ago she would have been aghast at the idea of sucking another man's cock or allowing anyone other than her husband to fuck her. But it had been Jim's fault, not hers, that he couldn't get an erection so that he could perform his sexual duties! She had everything she knew to inspire passion in him, but he wouldn't even see a therapist and try to work out his problem. Well, she knew how to deal with her sexual needs!
Towering over her, Bert Henshaw groaned over and over again as he emptied his scalding male semen into the sucking girl's mouth. He loved the feel of a hot mouth around his ejaculating prick, reveled in the sight of her greedy lips swallowing him, gulping down his pungent juices. Like Judy, he knew that it was wrong to cuckold his cousin, but he just couldn't help himself. Above all, Bert was an opportunist. If a situation presented itself where he could find sexual pleasure he took it-regardless of the consequences!
"Oh, he would do as he had promised Judy-he would try and convince Jim to see a psychiatrist about his impotency. After all, he reasoned, feeling his limp prick slipping out of the beautiful girl's mouth, no therapist in the world can cure Jim in the time that I have left here. In a few days he'd be taking up the new job in Chicago, but he was going to get all the ass he could get while he was in town!
He looked down at the ravishing young wife, seeing the expression of intense lust on her face, remembering that he'd promised to go down on her when she'd finished off his prick. Okay, baby, he thought to himself lewdly, you'll get what I promised!
Pushing her gently backwards, he arranged her body on the soft, furry rug of the bathroom, then knelt down between her legs, pulling them apart to reveal the pulsing pink flesh of her gaping, hair-lined cunt. It was a sight to behold, and his cock came immediately to life as he looked at the warmly moist slit between her trembling thighs one last time before plunging his heated face down into the succulent crevice.
And it was all that Judy could do to keep from screaming out her ecstasy.
* * *
Judy was extremely disappointed when Bert told her the next morning that he was going to spend the day at Jim's service station. She had awoken with a tremendous aching in her cunt, an aching that only his prick could quench.
"I'm sorry, honey," he told her as Jim went out to get the car started, "but Jim and I need a chance to talk about him seeing a shrink. You understand don't you?"
"I guess so," she pouted.
"Hey, listen, I'll try and get back this afternoon, okay? Just keep that beautiful pussy of yours nice and warm for me. We'll have a real orgy when I get back!"
Then he was gone, leaving Judy frustrated and vaguely unhappy. Bert had shown her last night that his tongue could be every bit as thrilling as Jim's-perhaps even more so. She had lain on the bathroom floor for what seemed like hours, her cunt aflame with orgasmic delight as he licked and sucked at the heated flesh.
She sat at the kitchen table for a long time drinking coffee and thinking about Bert and Jim, her fingers unconsciously stroking her lust-inflamed cunt through the sheer nightgown and robe she wore.
Then, as if to pull all of her raging desires out of her mind, she got up from the table and went into the bedroom and dressed. There was so much to do, she thought, slipping into a tight blouse and mini-skirt-the shopping, going to the cleaners, etc. Somehow she had to get her mind off Bert Henshaw's beautiful hard cock. There would be ample time for that when she and he spent the long afternoon together.
The errands took most of the morning, but were finally finished. Instead of returning directly home, Judy decided to drive to the service station and give Bert a ride home.
"Hey, honey, what are you doing here?" Jim called out to her from one of the service stalls where he was working on a car.
"Oh, I just thought I'd take Bert to lunch and give him a tour of the city this afternoon," she replied nervously, wondering where the handsome cousin was.
"I'm afraid you're out of luck," Jim replied, coming over to where she stood. "He telephoned his new office in Chicago to tell them where he'd be for the next week. They asked him to come in early. I took him to the airport an hour ago. He said to tell you goodbye."
"It took every ounce of willpower in the beautiful wife not to show her shock and disappointment. Oh God! she thought in desperation, what am I going to do now? She had been counting on seeing Bert,. on having his huge prick splitting her lust-inflamed cunt apart and bringing her more of the rapturous pleasure. She couldn't believe he was really gone.
"Hey, don't look so unhappy," Jim said when he saw the expression on her face. "I kind of got the impression yesterday that you weren't too thrilled at even having him around."
Fighting down the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Judy turned and walked away, not caring that she left her husband confused. Suddenly, remembering Bert's promise, she turned and went back to where he stood.
"Jim, have you thought over what we talked about," she said coolly. "You know, about seeing someone to find out what's causing your problem? He suddenly exploded in anger.
"Damn it, I don't want to talk about it!" he snarled, looking around to be sure that none of his employees could hear. "I've been working too hard, that's all! Goddamnit, you'd think I was some kind of fucking freak! I'll talk to you about it tonight when I get home. Now I've got work to do!"
She watched him walk away, his anger apparent in the way he slammed down the wrench he had been carrying. She stood there for a moment, then got back into her car, her eyes filled with bitter tears of frustration.
She had no idea why she picked up the teenaged hitchhiker ten minutes later on her way home. It was something she had never done in her life, but the boy looked so forlorn standing on the curb with his thumb in the air that she couldn't resist.
"Hi, Mrs. Northrup," the boy said with a smile as he opened the door and got in. He was about seventeen, with a tanned, muscular body that was just beginning to fill out. He wore faded jeans and a t-shirt. "Thanks for the ride."
Her eyes raced over his fresh young body and face for some clue as to his identity. He had called her by name. Obviously he knew who she was. But she hadn't a clue as to who the boy was.
"I guess you don't remember me, huh?" he asked at last, seeing the perplexed expression on her beautiful face. "I'm Brad Stewart ... I live down the block from you."
Suddenly she vaguely remembered him.
"Hi, Brad," she said, forcing a smile. "How come you're not in school?"
"Oh, I dropped out a few weeks ago," he said quietly. "I was going to get a job, but there doesn't seem to be any for an inexperienced kid. It's really been rough, with my folks hollering at me all the time. I've tried to find work, honest, I have!"
Her mind was suddenly very alert. She had been after Jim to clean their garage for months, but he had always pleaded he was too tired after working all day. A plan was beginning to form in Judy's lust-crazed brain-a wild, erotic plan that was too dangerous for words.
"Are you free now?" she asked as they drove toward home. He nodded, letting his eyes sweep surreptitiously up and down her body. "Then how would you like to work for me this afternoon?" she went on, feeling her pulses racing with danger. "I've been trying to get someone to clean up our garage. I'll gladly pay you three dollars an hour to do it."
"Gee, I'd love working for you," he said brightly, smiling at her. "Just lead me to it ... I'll do the best damned job you ever saw!"
Brad was as good as his word, finishing the job much before Judy expected. It was only two o'clock when he rang the doorbell and she answered it.
His virile young cock began to pound uncontrollably when he saw what his temporary employer was now wearing. His eyes bulged out at the sight of her lushly beautiful body clad only in an incredibly skimpy halter and shorts. Her huge breasts seemed about to pop out of the top, and he was amazed to see that her plump cuntal furrow was clearly visible under the tight shorts.
"Something wrong?" she asked with a lewd smirk when she felt his eyes on her almost naked body. And she didn't miss the swollen lump of male cockflesh under his tight jeans.
"No, no, I mean...." he stammered nervously, wondering if there were a more beautiful and sexy woman in the whole world. "I finished the garage, that's all ... I, I, just wondered if there was anything else...."
He left the question hanging, so hotly aroused was he by the way her nipples jutted out at him through the thin material of her halter, and the way she was swinging her hips back and forth so erotically.
Judy knew exactly how this chance meeting was going to end. She was shocked, almost disgusted with herself, but there was no question that she was going to seduce the virile young teenager before he left the house. She had thrown off all pretenses now that she had made up her mind. To hell with Jim and Bert, she thought lewdly. If they can take care of my needs, I'll do it myself-with whoever is available!
Steeling herself, she smiled at him.
"How many girls have you slept with, Brad?" she asked in a strange, passion-choked voice that she almost didn't recognize as her own. When he didn't answer immediately," she spoke again: "I don't think you've had any, otherwise you wouldn't be blushing like that. Don't look so unhappy, Brad. I'd be glad to teach you everything you need to know about women!"
Brad couldn't believe his eyes and ears. There was no mistaking the invitation in her voice and his cock began to throb even harder as he imagined what it would be like to see the gorgeous blonde wife naked, her body spread out on a bed with her succulent cunt visible to his excited eyes.
It was true: He'd never screwed a girl yet. The furthest he'd gotten had been a hand-job from one of the school sluts. Not that he didn't think about cunt-he thought about it almost every waking moment!
Now this beautiful hunk of woman was actually offering to ... to ... what? He suddenly suspected that she was teasing him like most of the girls he knew did. It was cruel of Judy Northrup to mock him like this, he decided quickly, terribly cruel!
Judy looked at him, wondering if she had made a mistake in thinking the boy could be trusted. She decided she hadn't. He was devouring her almost naked body with lust-fevered eyes, almost ready to reach out and grab her. Her eyes were almost glazed with lust as she thought about the teenager's young cock thrusting up into her desperately clenching pussy and bringing her the relief she so badly needed.
"I'm not teasing you, honey," she said in a whisper, reaching out and laying a trembling hand on his arm. An electric shock passed between them and Judy could feel her already wet pussy contract involuntarily with anticipation. "I just happen to feel sorry for boys your age who haven't had a sexual experience. You'd never tell anyone if I let you make love to me, would you? I mean, it would be a very serious thing for me if anyone ever found out!"
"Oh God, no!" he yelped. "Honest, I wouldn't tell a soul ... not a soul!"
"And would you think I was some kind of whore for letting you sleep with me?" she asked quietly. There was no turning back now. She had to feel a hard male cock slip up into her yearning pussy and thrust in and out until her whole being was wrapped up in the delicious and exquisite spasms of orgasm that would follow. She was almost out of her mind with desire and she couldn't control herself any longer.
"Tom a whore?" he gasped incredulously. "I think you're the most beautiful, the most ... the most...." he paused, searching for the right word, " ... the most sexy woman I've ever seen! Oh God, I want you so badly!"
"Then let's go into the bedroom," she said, her voice strained with lust. "Come on, honey...."
She took his hand as her eyes swept down to his crotch again. She was rewarded with the wonderful of the huge, pulsing bulge at his groin. It seemed so gigantic that she thought for a moment it would split his jeans. She licked her lips nervously as she twisted her trembling fingers in his and led him toward her own bedroom. When she reached the door, she hesitated, then decided that it was too obscene a thing to do-to fuck the boy in the same bed from which Jim had recently arisen.
As she steered him toward the bedroom that Bert had used the night before, the boy suddenly stopped and looked at her with apprehension in his eyes.
"W-w-what if your husband should come?" he asked plaintively.
Tossing her long blonde hair, Judy laughed reassuringly.
"He never comes home before seven o'clock," she said, thrusting her voluptuous breasts out at him. "Don't worry, we've hours before you have to leave."
He followed her into the bedroom, his thoughts full of the luscious twin breasts. The sight of them had been unbelievably stimulating and he could hardly wait to see them naked. His mouth watered with the erotic thought of sucking on the incredibly beautiful nipples. Suddenly he looked down to see Judy's eyes on his bulging crotch.
"I'm sorry," he stammered, thinking that the gorgeous housewife would consider the sight of his throbbing male hardness somehow distasteful.
To his surprise and delight, she reached out and patted the lump of pulsating male hardness lovingly with her fingers. A wave of erotic sensations swept over the boy at the touch and he groaned aloud.
"Don't ever be ashamed of your body ... any part of it," she said with a smile that told him everything was all right. "I happen to think it's beautiful!"
She tugged at his hand and pulled him toward the still unmade bed where Bert Henshaw had lain. She sat down, pulling him down beside her. His heart was racing with lewd excitement, threatening to blow his chest apart as she began pulling off her halter and shorts.
My God! she's lovely, he thought to himself as the ripe flesh came into view. His cock was pounding so hard he wondered if his sperm would come shooting out of the tip even before he had time to shove it up between her creamy thighs.
"Have you ever made love to a girl?" she asked, thrusting her proud breasts up at him so that he could feast his eyes on their loveliness. Her shorts were open at the front, but she hadn't entirely removed them. She wanted to savor every delicious moment of his excitement and desire.
"N-n-no," he admitted with embarrassment. "That's wonderful," she whispered, laying one of her eager hands on his thigh. "I can remember the first time I ever made love ... it was so beautiful I thought I'd die with happiness.
"B-b-but, I don't even know what to do...." he said nervously, wishing he were years older and more experienced. He was sure now that she would laugh at his fumbling attempts at fucking her. "Oh, geeze, Mrs. Northrup, I feel so damned stupid...."
"Don't feel that way," she said reassuringly. "You just relax and let me do the work this first time. "I'll show you everything you need to know. In a few minutes you'll be an expert if I have anything to do about it."
He felt her pushing his body backwards on the soft bed until only his long legs were dangling over the edge. Then with trembling fingers, she reached down and unzipped his jeans and began to pull them down over his slender hips, her eyes feasting on the massive cock that lay confined by his shorts.
Judy had gotten up from the bed to better assist the youth in removing his clothing and she could hardly contain herself as she saw how huge and ready his thick column of hard flesh was. Her shorts slipped down over her hips as she worked and Brad gasped with awe when he saw her naked pussy for the first time. The wispy triangle of corn-colored pubic hair ran down into the moist crevice between her white thighs and he could even see the throbbing slit waiting for his gigantic cock.
"It's b-b-beautiful...." he said with an excited groan. "I've never seen a woman's pus...." he hesitated, afraid that he would offend her by using the slang word.
"Go ahead and say it, honey," she urged, throwing aside his jeans and leaning over him, spreading her legs slightly. "And you can feel it if you'd like."
The youth didn't know what to touch first-her lovely breasts dangling down over his face or the exciting pink slit between her legs. He saw that the plump cuntal lips were slightly parted and that her moistly glistening slit was pulsating with desire.
Before he could reach out and touch it, she got up onto the bed and straddled his young body, her legs on either side of him.
"Before you start playing with my pussy why don't you take off your shorts," she coaxed excitedly.
He needed no further encouragement and slipped his shorts off quickly. His tremendous rod immediately sprang up, freed of its restraints, the huge, purplish knob head swaying and jerking under her spread-eagled thighs.
"Oh, God, I'm so horny I don't know if I can wait any longer," he groaned, reaching up to tenderly feel the velvety inner flesh of her thighs.
"Just take it easy, baby," she moaned, trembling with lust when he touched her and his fingers began to inch up toward her damply twitching cunt. "Kiss my tits first ... oh, I want you to suck my nipples, honey...."
The twin orbs were poised just over his mouth as she leaned forward and he brought his face up and planted his lips squarely on the hardened nipples, sucking the sweet flesh into his mouth and working his eager tongue over the incredible mounds.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn, that's right, suck them good ... every woman likes to have her tits sucked by a good hot tongue," she moaned, her lower body beginning a slow and sensuous rotation over the boy's straining male cock that was trying to pump upwards. She felt it jerk against her thigh and a feeling of overwhelming lust swept through her whole body.
She had to restrain herself from immediately plunging her moistly throbbing cunt down over the massive pole of virile male meat. But she knew how much better it would be if she took it slowly and savored every beautiful second of its entrance up into her stimulated pussy.
He was sucking loudly on the young wife's breasts, teasing the smooth skin lovingly and gently nipping at the hardened nipples with his strong white teeth.
"OOOOOHHHHHH! Yes ... yes ... yessssss!" she moaned, feeling his hands running up and down the whole length of her cuntal-furrow, parting the sweetly dilated lips and feeling the moistly throbbing female orifice tenderly. As his thumbs suddenly reached the little hood of flesh at the top of her cunt, she groaned in ecstasy. "There! That's it! Feel my clitoris ... oh my God! It's wonderful ... wonderfullllllllll!"
Brad had no idea what a clitoris was, but he knew instinctively that he had touched her in a very sensitive spot. Her wildly gyrating ass was jerking out of control and he struggled desperately to keep up with her twisting body.
Suddenly she jerked away and brought her face down onto his, her half-parted lips crushing his and her tongue snaking into his mouth and searching out his own warm tongue. Their tongues wrapped around one another and sucked lustily, their saliva mingling sweetly, her swollen breasts pressing down onto his hard-muscled young chest.
He had never been so excited in his life and he wanted more than anything else to thrust his white-hot cock up into the warm secret spot between the older woman's thighs and to begin fucking her. But he sensed that she wasn't quite ready-that she wanted him ever more hotly aroused than he was. So he held back, knowing instinctively that this first fuck would be all the more rewarding for his restraint.
Then their lips parted.
"I want you to fuck me in a moment," she whispered as he tried to buck upward and spear her writhing pussy with his cock. "But first I want you to do something else ... something that will make me feel really good! You'd like that, wouldn't you, honey?"
"S-s-sure," he stammered, watching her crawling off his twisting body. He started to cry out with frustration, but she was only rearranging her lovely body beside him. Her legs were thrown out wide and she reached over and pulled him over her.
"Oh, honey, get on top of me and kiss every part of me," she pleaded frantically. "I want to feel your tongue on every inch of my body. Start with my nipples and then work down to my pussy!"
Brad wanted desperately to make her feel as good as he did, and he obeyed her instantly. He sucked in her nipples again, running his desire-swollen lips over the meaty little fingers until she was groaning with lust.
Then, wanting to be closer to the pulsating cunt between her lovely long legs, he traced a wet line down from her breasts to her quivering belly, swirling and teasing the moaning woman's navel until neither of them could stand it any longer.
"My pussy...." she screamed up at him. "Kiss my pussy!"
He could hardly believe his good luck. Moving his body down quickly before she could change her mind, he brought his face to within inches of the forbidden cuntal flesh. His lust-filled eyes widened as he took in every detail of the woman's pussy. The golden strands of pubic hair did not conceal the plumply parted cuntal lips, and he gasped when she reached down and pulled them apart with trembling fingers for his feasting gaze. She strained to pull her legs apart as far as they would go, knowing how excited the boy was becoming from his first real sight of a naked cunt.
"Put your mouth on my cunt now," she begged. "You'll have to learn to suck a girl's pussy if you want to make her happy ... oh, hurry, darling, hurry!"
Brad wrapped his hands around her quivering buttocks and pulled her naked crotch toward his flushed face. The pungent, spicy aroma of forbidden femininity wafted up to his flaring nostrils and almost overwhelmed him as his lips made their first contact with the scalding cunt.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! " the blonde wife screamed, bucking her writhing pelvis upwards and forcing more of the widespread cunt into his face. "OH GOD! SUCK IT FOR ME ... SUCK IT ... SUCK ITTTTTTT!"
Brad went to work as if he had been licking and sucking pussy all of his life, his flashing tongue sweeping up the entire length of her trembling pussy, from the bottom where only a thin strip of flesh separated her cunt from her puckered little anal opening-up the glistening, salty-sweet slit to where her little love bud was partially concealed by the hood of cuntal flesh.
The lust-crazed housewife brought her hands down on either side of his head and pulled him further into her gaping trench, moaning and sighing with lust as great waves of pleasure swept over her.
She went almost wild when his tongue found her clitoris and began a lewd and wanton stroking of the miniature phallus.
"Eat my cunt ... oh, yesssss, suck my clitoris! Make me come ... I WANT TO COME!"
Brad knew that if he didn't ram his hard, pulsating cock up between her legs soon that he would be spilling his hot seed all over the covers of the bed instead of inside her writhing belly. Suddenly he brought his face up from her steaming cunt and straddled her wriggling body.
"I'm going to fuck you now...." he announced firmly, "right now!"
His cock was throbbing and jerking against her thighs and he was filled with wonder when she reached down and guided the huge pole toward her pussy. Her fingers were racing up and down the heated shaft as she led it toward the waiting warm hole. He had never felt anything so excitingly wonderful in his entire life.
"Let me put it in," she said, her face contorted with incredible lust. "Let me do it, honey, I know how anxious you are, but I don't want you to hurt me with this gigantic thing."
He basked in the obscene compliment, feeling more powerful than any male in the world. Then there was a sudden contact of his heated pole upon her waiting pussy and he felt the massive, pulsating knob head slip eagerly between her moistened slit.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH! " Judy moaned.
"OOOOOHHHHHH GOD!" Brad replied, equally excited.
Before he knew what was happening, his whole heated shaft was sliding easily into the tightly clasping cuntal sheath. On and on it went, helping by her vaginal muscles that pulled him greedily up inside her trembling belly.
With a heavy slap, Brad's swollen young balls banged into the woman's upturned buttocks and he was in as far as his prick would go. It felt wonderful to him-warm and wet and intensely pleasurable. He wanted to just lie there forever and feel his cock being massaged by her expert cuntal muscles. But Judy suddenly began to rotate her pelvis and pull away.
For a moment Brad thought that she meant for him to pull his cock all the way out again, and he started to do so, only to be stopped by her hurried cry of anguish.
"NO!" Don't take your cock out!" she cried out. "Let me do the work at first, you just relax and let my cunt do it all!"
CHAPTER THREE
The teenager stopped with his huge knob head just inside her clenched pussy lips. In a moment she was drawing his cock inside her pussy again, moaning and sighing in ecstasy as the wonderful impalement was repeated. Once again his heavy balls slapped into her asscheeks and once again she left him slowly feel her cunt slipping away.
She repeated the erotic movements lovingly for the next few minutes, increasing the intensity of her pelvic rotations and the contractions in her cunt. Then, when she thought he was ready, she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.
"That's the way, honey," she said in a hoarse, passion-choked voice, thrusting her exquisite cunt up at him. "Nice and slow at first ... then faster when I tell you ... go on ... try it."
Before he knew it, he was instinctively following her lewd movements, thrusting his cock deeply up into her clasping pussy and then pulling it almost out again. Their tempo increased as soon as they were rhythmically fucking with a wild abandon.
"Oh God, fuck me harder now...." she screamed. "Shove it in as far as it will go ... don't be afraid of hurting me, baby, I want it ... I want all of it!"
Brad plunged down as hard as he could, smacking her pelvic bone against his own and she cried out in rapture, but didn't miss an erotic, lust-inciting movement as she continued to wail out her ecstasy. Her frantically clenching cunt felt like it was on fire and she knew that this would be the best fuck she had ever had.
Her long blonde hair was tossing about on the bed when Judy suddenly brought her long, lovely legs up and wrapped them around Brad's lower back, locking her ankles tightly and spreading her milky white thighs apart as far as they would go.
"I f-f-feel s-s-something happening," Brad gasped in amazement as his balls started to swell and throb with ecstasy. The self-induced orgasms he had experienced before, even the schoolgirl's hot hand on his cock that made him explode in climax, felt nothing like this. He now felt as if his whole lower body were going to blast apart from the intensity of his sensations.
With a scream of frustration, Judy brought her legs down again, holding his cock far up inside her. It was too much-he couldn't come yet-not when she was still minutes away from her own orgasm.
"Not yet ... not yet!" she pleaded. "Don't move, baby, don't move a muscle!"
Her brain was racing with thoughts about how to prolong this wonderful fucking. Suddenly she remembered something she had read somewhere in one of the books she had purchased after Jim's troubles began and they were searching for new ways of inspiring his passion. Telling him again to remain absolutely still, she reached down and grasped the shaft of his huge prick where it left the wiry pubic hair. Tightening her fingers, she felt it throb heatedly in her hand.
"W-w-why did you stop me?" Brad protested, his eyes full of frustration.
"Because you were about to come too quickly," she said hoarsely. "It isn't your fault, but you've got to learn to give your lover satisfaction, too. I'm just not ready yet."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled apologetically.
"Don't be, baby," she said soothingly, increasing the pressure of her fingers until he was wincing. "Look, when I squeeze your wonderful prick like this, it'll take away your ejaculation for a short time. That way we can fuck longer and I can come at the same time as you do. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yeh, I guess so," he answered doubtfully.
He didn't care what they did as long as he could feel the pressure of her cunt on his massive prick again. He was so overwhelmed by what was happening that he would have done anything she asked.
"I'm going to keep my fingers on your cock, honey," she told him. "You start fucking me again, slow and easy until I tell you to start pumping as hard as you can. And when you feel like coming, you just tell me, okay? The quicker I come, the faster you can blow a big, beautiful wad of your come up into my pussy!"
He needed a little further coaching. Still grasping his hard spear, she began working her cunt up at him, allowing the magnificent young prick to slide in and out while she moaned with pleasure. He fucked masterfully, pistoning his prick to the furthest depths of her overheated pussy, withdrawing it slowly until just the knob end was encased in her clenching pussy-lips.
On and on the torturously exquisite screwing went until Judy felt her desire rising to a fever pitch. She knew now that she had only a few moments left before her cunt would convulse and bring on the explosions of pure, raw animal delight.
"Oh, my God, you're beautiful, baby ... that's it, harder now ... harder ... hurt me ... shove that big thing into my little pussy and make me beg for more!"
There was no point in prolonging his orgasm now, so she pulled her hand away from his steaming cock and brought her long legs up to clasp around his lower back once more.
"Hurry, darling, fuck me ... screw me ... oh Jesus, I want it ... I want to come ... give it to me ... oh, Brad, you're the best damned lover in the whole world!"
His buttocks worked like a well-oiled machine, pounding into, thrusting his lust-incited rod in and out while her greedily clenching cunt milked his sticky white juices up through the swollen balls. Her long, lovely legs were beating a tattoo on his back as she tried to force more of his column of hardened male meat into her madly writhing belly. Her long hair tossed about on the mattress and her lovely face was contorted with ecstasy as her lips poured out more and more encouragement to her young lover.
"Ram it home, baby ... more ... more ... MORE!" she screamed up at him. "Oh, baby, I want to suck your tongue!"
Startled, he felt her face down against his, her long tongue searching for his own. He thrust out the raspy spear and was delighted by the way her lips closed over it, sucking it as she would suck a small prick. In truth, she was fantasizing that his tongue was his prick. That would come later, she thought to herself, after he had gotten used to the succulent body that she was offering up to him.
He felt a tremendous surge of power when he heard the lewd words screamed at him and felt her pulling at his hot tongue with her frantic lips. It was unbelieveable that he could be satisfying such a beautiful and experienced older woman. His muscles strained and he pumped with every ounce of strength and power he could muster, knowing that each obscene lunge up into her squirming, heated pussy was bringing her closer and closer to total ecstasy.
"NOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW! " she finally screamed, pulling her mouth away from his tongue. "NOW! GIVE IT ALL TO ME, BABY! FUCK ME INTO THE FUCKING FLOOR! I WANT TO COME NOW!"
On and on the wild and lusty dance of sex went-each of them trying desperately to increase the pleasure they were bringing one another. All thoughts of anything but the raw sexual passion and pleasure were gone from their minds as they fucked furiously.
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!" she suddenly screamed as her body was rocked by intense spasms of orgasmic joy. Torrents of ecstasy flowed through her, turning into explosions of exquisite delight so powerful and intense that she felt as if she would die from pleasure.
Almost simultaneously, Brad's huge cock began pumping streams of sticky white sperm into her desperately clenching cunt, adding to the wonderful delight she already felt.
Instead of slowing down his brutal ramming, Brad increased the rhythm of his savage cock-thrusts and was making her wail uncontrollably in the throes of the most satisfying orgasms she had ever felt.
Then, just when she thought she couldn't stand another convulsive spasm of ecstasy, he groaned and fell heavily atop her, unable to bring himself to fuck any more.
The hot-blooded young wife groaned in unison and wrapped her arms about him, holding him against her naked flesh, telling him what a wonderful lover he was.
It was almost two hours later that the exhausted youth slipped out of the house after promising to meet Judy at eight o'clock that evening in front of one of the local markets.
* * *
"I don't see why in the hell you want to go to a movie!" Jim complained as he finished his dinner. "I mean, shit, honey, why don't you wait until this weekend when I won't be so tired. I'll go with you!"
"No, I can't wait," she told him. "The movie ends tonight and I've wanted to see it for a long time. Besides, you'll just go in and plop down in front of the television and drink beer for an hour and then go to bed. That isn't much of an evening for me!"
He grunted and got up and took a beer from the fridge, opening it and swigging deeply as he looked at her. Go to your fucking movie then, he told her silently. In a way, Jim was glad to see his wife go out. At least that way he wouldn't have to face her accusing eyes. Guilt lay heavy on the young service station owner. If only he could tell Judy about that one brief episode that seemed to be the cause of his impotency. But there was no way he could do that without making her hate him for his faithlessness. He had cursed himself ever since that day at the station when the gorgeous woman had driven in complaining that something was wrong with her car.
Jim had seen more than his share of sexy women, but nothing like Nan Williams. Even though she was in her early forties, she had the face and the voluptuous figure of a woman at least twenty years younger. He could still remember bitterly how his cock had started to ache when she brushed against him while he looked under the hood of the expensive sedan, how she had wanton pressed her magnificent breasts against his arm and smiled so seductively with the unspoken but clear promise of carnal delights for him written all over her lovely face.
He had made a few minor adjustments to the motor and then-at her insistence-had taken the car out for a test drive to make sure that it was running correctly. He sat down in front of the television and thought about Nan Williams, sipping his beer and staring at the blank screen as his mind went back to that black day four months before.
Jim started the car and eased it out into the traffic in front of the station, his eyes surreptitiously looking down at the way Nan Williams' dress was hiked up so far on her thighs that he could see the crotch of her sheer panties. His cock throbbed with lust as she readjusted her luscious body on the seat next to his own, hiking her skirt up even further.
"It feels all right to me, " he said to Nan as he drove through the crowded streets. "Shall we go back to the station now?"
"Why not take it out on the Lake Road and open it up?" she asked, her eyes resting on his crotch. "Let's make sure it's okay, huh?"
In a few minutes they were racing down the Lake Highway, past the shuttered cottages and businesses that were closed for the winter season.
They drove along in silence, but it was obvious that each of them was thinking of the same thing-SEX! Her body slid over closer to his, her hip pressing against his side, making him tremble from her nearness and the almost aphrodisiacal aroma of her womanhood.
"I have a cottage about a half-mile up the road," she murmured at last, her voice sexy and deep-throated. "Why don't we stop for a quick drink. I'd like to thank you for all your trouble." When he nodded quickly, Nan Williams had begun running her hand up and down Jim's thigh boldly, massaging the tense flesh lovingly, her fingers coming near but never quite touching the throbbing bulge of his prick.
She directed him to turn in at the small cottage near the lake. He braked the car in front of the house and they got out and walked up on the porch. Nan handed him a key from her purse and watched while he fumbled with the lock.
"Nervous?" she asked coyly, her eyes running up and down his body.
At last he got the door open and they went inside. The cottage smelled musty, but neither of them noticed, so intent were they on what was obviously to come.
"Fix us a drink," Nan ordered. "There's booz in one of the kitchen cupboards. .
She walked toward the bedroom, leaving Jim to find his own way toward the kitchen. When he fixed the drinks and followed her into the darkened bedroom he heard the soft rustle of her dress being pulled off. Setting the two glasses on a dresser, he tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness.
"Where the hell are you?" he laughed. "I can't see a damned thing in here."
"Why don't you turn on the lights, then?"
He groped for the light switch and flicked it on, suddenly bathing the entire room in bright light. His eyes widened as he saw the voluptuous woman sitting on the bed, her crimson lips curled into a half-smile as she gazed up at him-her beautiful body completely naked!
Her mountainous breasts were heavy, but perfectly-shaped with two huge brown circles where her nipples rose majestically. She had a flat stomach with an excitingly dark triangle of pubic hair where her thighs met. Her long, lovely legs swept proudly down from her flaring hips.
"Like what you see, honey?" she asked, her eyes glazed with lust. ".Like to see your naked whore?"
"Jesus H. Christ, yes!" he whistled. "You've got the best goddamned body I've ever seen!"
His cock was pounding insanely, and he struggled to tear off his work shirt and pants. All the while he worked desperately at his clothing, she just sat on the bed naked and stared at him, her eyes fixed on the pulsing mound of hot male meat, her lips half-parted as her tiny pink tongue-tip licked sensuously at them.
"Am I your cunt?" she asked hoarsely. "Am I your little bitch?"
Jim nodded, kicking away his shorts, his massive cock swaying out lewdly from his burning thighs. In two short steps he was on the bed beside her, his grimy hands pulling at her thin waist and trying to force her backwards on the bed.
"God, you're some broad!" he repeated in awe. His hands had left her waist and were now running up and down her whole body, from her softly heaving breasts to the long, milky-white thighs that were slightly opened so that he could get a good look at the moistly palpitating cuntal-slit between them.
"What are you going to do to your whore?" she suddenly demanded. "Are you going to make me suck your cock for you? Or are you going to shove that big, beautiful prick of yours up into my asshole and cornhole me?"
The strange, wanton words coming from such lovely lips startled him for a moment: She seemed almost demented. It was obvious from the expensive clothing she wore and from the luxurious car she drove that she had money-lots of money. And yet she was behaving like some two-dollar slut!
"Why don't you hit me, big shot?" she cried out to him, an obscene smile playing across her full, ripe lips. "Go on, hit me ... slap me and make me beg you to stop!"
His confused brain told him not to strike the woman, but his hand involuntarily came out and he clapped her across the face, leaving red finger marks splotched across the white flesh.
"I won't suck you off unless you hit me harder, you bastard!" she moaned, her eyes glittering now from some inner perversion. "Or aren't you man enough to know how to treat a real woman?"
This time he slapped her as hard as he could. He could see tears of pain welling up in her eyes, but she looked suddenly happy!
"You like to hit women, don't you, you asshole?" she screamed up at him. "You like to beat the shit out of a girl and then make her do all sorts of nasty, disgusting things to you! Well, go on, admit it! I won't suck your cock until you do!"
Jim knew that he should have put his clothing on and gotten out of there that moment, that woman was crazy. Instead, his thick cock throbbing out of control, he realized that he couldn't leave until she had relieved the awful ache down in his groin. If she wanted rough stuff, well, he'd give her that.
"You'll suck my cock, you lousy little mouth-fucker, you!" he grunted, grabbing her head between his hands, his strong fingers entwining in her hair. He pulled her roughly down until her head was just above his massively throbbing cock. The purplish knob head was glistening with drops of oily come that oozed out of the slit, and a strong, pungent male aroma of sex wafted up from his perspiring loins.
"Make me, you faggot bastard!" she screamed, loving every minute of this obscene game. "Go on, try and make me give you a dirty blow-job!"
"Get your fucking mouth open and suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, unable to see the gleam of delight in her eyes.
Nan ovaled her crimson mouth and her tongue darted out and moistened the huge prick even more. An electric shock of erotic joy ran through both of them as her tongue touched the rough flesh and then flattened out before sweeping down to nestle against his swollen balls.
"Will you spank me if I suck you off?"
"Start chewing my meat or I'll beat the shit out of you!" he moaned in frustration, wondering what sort of insane female he had gotten mixed up with.
The words were tremendously exciting to Nan Williams and she wriggled her upthrust buttocks inviting, hoping that he would carry out his lewd promise.
"Only whores suck cock ... didn't you know that?" she shouted maniacally. "Do you think I'm a whore? Do you think I'm some dirty little cunt who'd take your disgusting prick into her mouth?"
It was perfectly obvious that she was baiting him, deriving some obscene pleasure from this perverted game. Suddenly he was out of control. His hand came up in the air, paused for a moment, then came crashing down on her naked asscheeks. Nan Williams flinched, cried out in ecstasy, then slipped the warm head of his cock entirely into her saliva-filled mouth, tonguing and sucking the hardened flesh as if she were going to devour him entirely.
Her buttocks were on fire from the repeated blows of his powerful hand, but she sucked hungrily on the rigid pole, contracting her red lips around the plunging shaft and milking it with a fiercely sucking movement that almost drove him mad with desire.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Suck it, bitch, whore, goddamned slut!" he grunted. The more obscene and cruel words he called out to her as he paddled her ass furiously, the more pleasure he felt in his turgid shaft. "Suck it ... chew my goddamned cock for me! You're a slimy cunt, lady ... a rotten little chippy who'd eat anybody's cock for them!"
His hips were pumping smoothly up and down as she lay across the bed and sucked him. He had never had a blow-job like this in his life, and he felt his blood-swollen cock grow bigger and bigger under the frantic oral manipulations.
His hand was becoming sore from the repeated banging against her reddened buttocks and he brought it back up and down without mercy.
Nan worked furiously up and down the heated shaft with her tongue and mouth until she thought her jaws were going to crack from the strain. Her hands busily fingered his swollen, pressure-laden balls, cupping them and forcing the delicious juices up. She mewled and cooed with every smack of his hand against her masochistic flesh, her mouth filled with his gigantic prick.
"I'M ... MMMNNNNNNNNNNNN ... OOOOHHHHHH ... MMMNNNNNNNN!" she moaned through the mouthful of heated male meat. Suddenly, for a split-second she pulled her mouth away and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Stick your finger up my asshole, darling ... please!"
Jim looked down in surprise, staring at the upturned crotch that was presented to his frantic eyes. He could see every detail of her quivering pussy lips and of the moistly clenching anal opening. He watched with total fascination as the puckered opening began to contract and relax obscenely.
Startled by her obscene request, he reached down and thrust a dirty finger into the brown hole, feeling her rectal sphincter close tightly around his knuckle and try and pull more of the finger into her asshole.
"UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHH! AAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"
She seemed to be incoherently urging him to plunge more of the thick finger into her asshole. He obliged with a brutal thrust. A broken fingernail tore at the rubbery inside walls of her anal canal, and she thrust upwards on the impaling digit, squirming and moaning for more. Dropping his thumb down onto her wetly writhing crotch, he pressed it against her rigid clitoris, sending shivers of delight and ecstasy through her whole lovely body.
She bucked and writhed obscenely, sucking harder on his throbbing cock, wanting the probing in her asshole to continue, begging him silently to stuff it all the way up inside her while his thumb masturbated her bloated clitoris.
"MMMMMNNNNNNNN!" she moaned, sucking harder. "AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!"
She could feel her belly erupting in spasm after spasm of fantastically exquisite sensations from the lewd action of his thumb and finger, and her tongue beat a rapid and frantic barrage against the sensitive underside of Jim's gigantic cock while her lips clasped greedily around the massive shaft.
Jim could feel the white-hot semen racing up through his cock and balls. He tensed for a second, then the scalding flood of salty white come exploded in her hungrily sucking mouth, filling every crevice and splashing around the warm inner walls as her cheeks bulged with the huge load.
Her own tremendous orgasms were shaking her, rocking her, and she spread her legs wider so that he could twist his other fingers up into the quivering, moistly writhing depths of her inflamed cunt.
She was a quivering mass of unbridled, wanton sexuality, sucking greedily on the spouting cock as her belly seemed to blast apart with rapture.
When Jim's climax had passed, leaving his prick laying limply in her mouth, he pushed her head away and slipped his fingers out of her crotch. She lay there with her head on his thigh, her tongue slowly licking away the last remaining drops of male semen from his glistening cock.
"You goddamned pig!" she suddenly spat out, staring up at him with his sticky semen still glistening on the corners of her mouth. "Look at your hard-on! I'll bet you can't even get it up again to fuck me in the asshole! What a rotten fucking lover you are!"
His prick immediately began to swell again from the obscenely exciting words. It was apparent that she wasn't finished with him just yet. Jim's experience with nymphomaniacs was limited, but he realized now that he had a real classic on his hands-and a masochistic one at that!
"You think so, huh?" he sneered, knowing that the words were exciting her. "What about you? You're just a fucking pig! You go down on me and now you want to get your asshole reamed! What kind of disgusting bitch would do that with a complete stranger?"
"Oh, I love it when you call me names, " she wheezed, squirming with obscene anticipation. "Beat me with your belt, too, darling. Pound my ass and my cunt and then fuck me in the ass! You're right about me ... I'm no good ... I'm just a slimy whore ... a cock-sucker bitch!"
She screamed in ecstasy when he grabbed his belt from his pants and began beating her naked bottom. Deep red welts were scarring the smooth, firm flesh of her asscheeks, but she seemed to want more.
"Get your fucking legs apart, bitch, so I can whip that cunt of yours!" Jim screamed, almost out of his mind from her lurid demands. His cock was pounding heavily against his thigh, hard and gigantic again, wanting desperately to plunge into the puckered little hairless hole between her bruised and lacerated buttocks.
She quickly spread her lovely legs wide apart and waited for the first cruel blow on her tender cunt. It came almost immediately, flooding her with perverted pleasure as the leather belt bit into the fluttering pinkness of her hair-lined crotch.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! Hit me harder! Harder, you dirty bastard!"
He continued for a few minutes and then threw the belt on the floor, disgusted with himself for falling into the woman's perverted trap. He'd fuck her now, he thought angrily, fuck her in the wrinkled little hole between her asscheeks. And he'd punish her for using him this way.
She whimpered piteously as he spread her aching buttocks apart with his strong hands, exposing the tiny clenched opening there.
"I'm going to give you the ass-reaming you want, bitch," Jim growled hoarsely, guiding his heated knob up to the entrance to her rectal canal. "And then, after I've dumped a load in you, you can fucking drop dead for all I give a shit!"
"Give it to me then, " she pleaded, flexing her ass and making her anal opening contract invitingly. "You think you're better than me, is that it? Well, you aren't, little man! You got your kicks, too! Just think about that little detail when you feel so fucking superior!"
With a mighty lunge of rage, he plunged forward, feeling the gigantic tip of his cock slip into her warm, buttery nether opening.
"AAAAAAIIIEEEEE!" she wailed, writhing and twisting in front of him, her asshole stretched unbelievably as he burrowed his prick deeper up inside her lower bowels. He watched in fascination as his iron-hard cock slid further into the tight depths of her asshole, hearing her grunt, seeing her ass ram back to meet the mighty thrusts, listening to her call out insults and try to provoke him into ever greater violence.
"FUCK ME ... FUCK MY ASSHOLE, YOU DIRTY ROTTEN PRICK!" she demanded, on, admit it! I won't suck your cock until you do!"
Jim knew that he should have put his clothing on and gotten out of there that moment, that woman was crazy. Instead, his thick cock throbbing out of control, he realized that he couldn't leave until she had relieved the awful ache down in his groin. If she wanted rough stuff, well, he'd give her that.
"You'll suck my cock, you lousy little mouth-fucker, you!" he grunted, grabbing her head between his hands, his strong fingers entwining in her hair. He pulled her roughly down until her head was just above his massively throbbing cock. The purplish knob head was glistening with drops of oily come that oozed out of the slit, and a strong, pungent male aroma of sex wafted up from his perspiring loins.
"Make me, you faggot bastard!" she screamed, loving every minute of this obscene game. "Go on, try and make me give you a dirty blow-job!"
"Get your fucking mouth open and suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, unable to see the gleam of delight in her eyes.
Nan ovaled her crimson mouth and her tongue darted out and moistened the huge prick even more. An electric shock of erotic joy ran through both of them as her tongue touched the rough flesh and then flattened out before sweeping down to nestle against his swollen balls.
"Will you spank me if I suck you off?"
"Start chewing my meat or I'll beat the shit out of you!" he moaned in frustration, wondering what sort of insane female he had gotten mixed up with.
The words were tremendously exciting to Nan Williams and she wriggled her upthrust buttocks inviting, hoping that he would carry out his lewd promise.
"Only whores suck cock ... didn't you know that?" she shouted maniacally. "Do you think I'm a whore? Do you think I'm some dirty little cunt who'd take your disgusting prick into her mouth?"
It was perfectly obvious that she was baiting him, deriving some obscene pleasure from this perverted game. Suddenly he was out of control. His hand came up in the air, paused for a moment, then came crashing down on her naked asscheeks. Nan Williams flinched, cried out in ecstasy, then slipped the warm head of his cock entirely into her saliva-filled mouth, tonguing and sucking the hardened flesh as if she were going to devour him entirely.
Her buttocks were on fire from the repeated blows of his powerful hand, but she sucked hungrily on the rigid pole, contracting her red lips around the plunging shaft and milking it with a fiercely sucking movement that almost drove him mad with desire.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Suck it, bitch, whore, goddamned slut!" he grunted. The more obscene and cruel words he called out to her as he paddled her ass furiously, the more pleasure he felt in his turgid shaft. "Suck it ... chew my goddamned cock for me! You're a slimy cunt, lady ... a rotten little chippy who'd eat anybody's cock for them!"
His hips were pumping smoothly up and down as she lay across the bed and sucked him. He had never had a blow-job like this in his life, and he felt his blood-swollen cock grow bigger and bigger under the frantic oral manipulations.
His hand was becoming sore from the repeated banging against her reddened buttocks and he brought it back up and down without mercy.
Nan worked furiously up and down the heated shaft with her tongue and mouth until she thought her jaws were going to crack from the strain. Her hands busily fingered his swollen, pressure-laden balls, cupping them and forcing the delicious juices up. She mewled and cooed with every smack of his hand against her masochistic flesh, her mouth filled with his gigantic prick.
"MMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN ... OOOOHHHHHHH ... MMMNNNNNNNN!" she moaned through the mouthful of heated male meat. Suddenly, for a split-second she pulled her mouth away and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Stick your finger up my asshole, darling ... please!"
Jim looked down in surprise, staring at the upturned crotch that was presented to his frantic eyes. He could see every detail of her quivering pussy lips and of the moistly clenching anal opening. He watched with total fascination as the puckered opening began to contract and relax obscenely.
Startled by her obscene request, he reached down and thrust a dirty finger into the brown hole, feeling her rectal sphincter close tightly around his knuckle and try and pull more of the finger into her asshole.
"UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHH! AAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"
She seemed to be incoherently urging him to plunge more of the thick finger into her asshole. He obliged with a brutal thrust. A broken fingernail tore at the rubbery inside walls of her anal canal, and she thrust upwards on the impaling digit, squirming and moaning for more. Dropping his thumb down onto her wetly writhing crotch, he pressed it against her rigid clitoris, sending shivers of delight and ecstasy through her whole lovely body.
She bucked and writhed obscenely, sucking harder on his throbbing cock, wanting the probing in her asshole to continue, begging him silently to stuff it all the way up inside her while his thumb masturbated her bloated clitoris.
"MMMMMNNNNNNNN!" she moaned, sucking harder. "AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!"
She could feel her belly erupting in spasm after spasm of fantastically exquisite sensations from the lewd action of his thumb and finger, and her tongue beat a rapid and frantic barrage against the sensitive underside of Jim's gigantic cock while her lips clasped greedily around the massive shaft.
Jim could feel the white-hot semen racing up through his cock and balls. He tensed for a second, then the scalding flood of salty white come exploded in her hungrily sucking mouth, filling every crevice and splashing around the warm inner walls as her cheeks bulged with the huge load.
Her own tremendous orgasms were shaking her, rocking her, and she spread her legs wider so that he could twist his other fingers up into the quivering, moistly writhing depths of her inflamed cunt.
She was a quivering mass of unbridled, wanton sexuality, sucking greedily on the spouting cock as her belly seemed to blast apart with rapture.
When Jim's climax had passed, leaving his prick laying limply in her mouth, he pushed her head away and slipped his fingers out of her crotch. She lay there with her head on his thigh, her tongue slowly licking away the last remaining drops of male semen from his glistening cock.
"You goddamned pig!" she suddenly spat out, staring up at him with his sticky semen still glistening on the corners of her mouth. "Look at your hard-on! I'll bet you can't even get it up again to fuck me in the asshole! What a rotten fucking lover you are!"
His prick immediately began to swell again from the obscenely exciting words. It was apparent that she wasn't finished with him just yet. Jim's experience with nymphomaniacs was limited, but he realized now that he had a real classic on his hands-and a masochistic one at that!
"You think so, huh?" he sneered, knowing that the words were exciting her. "What about you? You're just a fucking pig! You go down on me and now you want to get your asshole reamed! What kind of disgusting bitch would do that with a complete stranger?"
"Oh, I love it when you call me names," she wheezed, squirming with obscene anticipation. "Beat me with your belt, too, darling. Pound my ass and my cunt and then fuck me in the ass! You're right about me ... I'm no good ... I'm just a slimy whore ... a cock-sucker bitch!"
She screamed in ecstasy when he grabbed his belt from his pants and began beating her naked bottom. Deep red welts were scarring the smooth, firm flesh of her asscheeks, but she seemed to want more.
"Get your fucking legs apart, bitch, so I can whip that cunt of yours!" Jim screamed, almost out of his mind from her lurid demands. His cock was pounding heavily against his thigh, hard and gigantic again, wanting desperately to plunge into the puckered little hairless hole between her bruised and lacerated buttocks.
She quickly spread her lovely legs wide apart and waited for the first cruel blow on her tender cunt. It came almost immediately, flooding her with perverted pleasure as the leather belt bit into the fluttering pinkness of her hair-lined crotch.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! Hit me harder! Harder, you dirty bastard!"
He continued for a few minutes and then threw the belt on the floor, disgusted with himself for falling into the woman's perverted trap. He'd fuck her now, he thought angrily, fuck her in the wrinkled little hole between her asscheeks. And he'd punish her for using him this way.
She whimpered piteously as he spread her aching buttocks apart with his strong hands, exposing the tiny clenched opening there.
"I'm going to give you the ass-reaming you want, bitch," Jim growled hoarsely, guiding his heated knob up to the entrance to her rectal canal. "And then, after I've dumped a load in you, you can fucking drop dead for all I give a shit!"
"Give it to me then, " she pleaded, flexing her ass and making her anal opening contract invitingly. "You think you're better than me, is that it? Well, you aren't, little man! You got your kicks, too! Just think about that little detail when you feel so fucking superior!"
With a mighty lunge of rage, he plunged forward, feeling the gigantic tip of his cock slip into her warm, buttery nether opening.
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" she wailed, writhing and twisting in front of him, her asshole stretched unbelievably as he burrowed his prick deeper up inside her lower bowels. He watched in fascination as his iron-hard cock slid further into the tight depths of her asshole, hearing her grunt, seeing her ass ram back to meet the mighty thrusts, listening to her call out insults and try to provoke him into ever greater violence.
"FUCK ME ... FUCK MY ASSHOLE, YOU DIRTY ROTTEN PRICK!" she demanded, screaming in pain and ecstasy as his sperm laden balls banged against her inner thighs with a loud smack. In a moment her hand had reached down under her crotch to capture the bloated testicles and squeeze them, then bring them up into her nakedly gaping cunt and rub the furry sac against her swampy, overheated cuntal trench as if she were going to try and force them inside herself
"Give it to me ... ram that beautiful cock up into my stomach, lover!" she wailed, bucking furiously back against his loins, forcing him to grip her tightly to keep from slipping out of her twisting, clenching asshole. The tiny orifice seemed like a miniature mouth, sucking him in and then contracting to hold his massive cock in place-just as her real mouth had done when she had given him the furious blow-job.
"Fuck back, whore! Swing that dirty ass back and screw, you slut!" he called out to her, half out of his mind with rage and lust.
He began to fuck in and out of the delicious hole with a frantic, merciless rhythm, wanting to hurt her, delighting in each scream of rapture and pain that escaped her frothing lips. Each time he pulled back she screamed all the louder, terrified that he was going to take his gigantic rod all the way out of her wildly writhing asshole.
"Don't take it out! Oh God, hurt me ... don't stop now, please ... please ... I'll give you anything you want ... only don't stop now!"
In answer to her insane pleas, he bucked forward each time and picked up the tempo of his furious fucking, driving into her with a series of powerful lunges that almost drove the excited masochist off the bed.
"Make me come ... make me come, you rotten fucker!" she ordered in a strained, high-pitched voice. "Split me in two, darling, I want it to hurt me ... harder ... HARDER!"
She was like a wild animal now, twisting insanely back against his rampaging cock and trying to force more and more of the huge organ into her forever stretched asshole.
Before he could stop himself, Jim felt his own come blast into her sodomized asshole and then heard her scream with rapture from the flood of sticky white male come.
"I want to eat you now!" she cried out, pulling herself forward so that his cock came out of her contracting asshole. She snaked her body around and guided the come-and-shit-smeared cock between her lips, sucking the massive shaft in hungry greed, starting a thrilling suction and drained his hot seed out quickly.
Then, she collapsed on the bed and lay there, her lust-contorted body twitching crazily, she stared up at him for a moment and then began cackling maniacally.
"Am I your whore?" she moaned, her eyes glistening insanely. "Am I your whore now?"
Jim took another swig of his beer and remembered how he had driven back to the station with the demented woman pleading with him to see her again.
But he hadn't. He was so filled with shame and self disgust, so enraged at himself for committing adultery with the beautiful nymphomaniac-masochist, that he could hardly face Judy that evening after work.
And he hadn't been able to get a hard-on since!
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time the beautiful young blonde wife had driven halfway to the market where she was to meet Brad, she was already having serious doubts about seeing the boy again.
It was one thing to allow Bert Henshaw to seduce her: Bert was an adult, a man who had fucked hundreds of women, a horny male whose cock had been in more hot female mouths that he could probably count.
Brad Stewart was another matter altogether. Although he was as virile and physically mature as many men twice his age, the fact remained that he was still a minor in the eyes of the law. A nagging voice in the back of her brain told the distraught, sex-starved housewife that he could be trouble for her-serious trouble!
And yet the thought of not having his gigantic young cock ripping up into her cunt again was more than she could stand. Despite all her misgivings about Brad, he had given her so much erotic pleasure that she couldn't bear to not see him again. Maybe if I talk to him and explain how dangerous this is he'll understand, she mused as she drove, her panties already soaked with the spicy juices of her dilated pussy. They would have to be extremely careful, of course, but she could manage that.
Her hands were trembling violently as she gripped the steering wheel and thought about what she had planned for the exciting boy tonight. It was obvious that he had never had his cock sucked. Judy knew from glorious experience that that hotly-arousing act was one of the most precious that a female could give to her lover, guaranteed to bring ecstasy to a male. Brad had given her the ultimate pleasure, now she was going to return the favor in spades!
She had dressed carefully for her meeting with the teenager, wearing her sheerest, most provocative undies, a tight silk blouse without a bra, high heels so that the magnificent sweep of her long, beautiful legs would appeal to him, and a tight and tiny mini-skirt so that her charms would be totally visible to the boy.
Normally she wore her hair loose and frilly. Tonight she wore it in a ponytail for two reasons: The first was so that if they were seen together she would look like a teenager herself and not arouse any suspicions. The second reason, much more lewd and exciting was so that he could fully see her hot, wet mouth clasping around his massive prick as she sucked out his hot seed. A good deal of the pleasure from a blow-job for Jim had always been watching her mouth work frantically on his cock. She desperately wanted Brad to have that ecstasy, too, because the more lust-charged he became, the more rewarding would be her own sexual gratification when Brad went down on her tingling pussy afterwards.
Her heart began beating more wildly, her damply throbbing cunt grew wetter as she saw the handsome teenager standing in front of the all-night market where they had arranged their rendezvous. He was lounging by the curb, his alert young eyes watching for her car.
"Hi," he said with a smile as he got into the car. He was still unable to believe this was all happening, still in absolute awe of the gorgeous woman who had chosen him for such good fortune.
She sped away from the curb before answering. Then, when they were out in traffic, she reached over and planted one of her slender hands on his groin, massaging his half-hard cock sensuously.
"Hi, lover," she whispered. "I hope you know someplace we can go ... somewhere nice and quiet and private!"
Brad shook his head glumly, feeling his prick swell to dangerous proportions under her warm hand. They had talked about this when he had left the house that afternoon. Obviously she couldn't have him back in the house with Jim there. The local lover's lane was out because someone might recognize her car. Unfortunately, the teenager wasn't that experienced to know of any alternative sites for their orgiastic activities.
"I've been trying to think," he said nervously. "I don't know where we can go."
The disappointment was obvious in Judy's voice when she replied.
"But you must know somewhere, Brad," she pouted, her desire already at a fever-pitch. "Where do you take girls when you want to fool around?"
"Oh, we just kind of park somewhere and get into the back seat," he admitted in embarrassment, wondering if she was laughing at him for being so naive and unsophisticated. "Out by the lake mostly."
"Then that's where we'll go," she said, swinging over to the street which would take them out toward the Lake Road. She was almost tempted to drive out into the country and rent a motel room for the next couple of hours. But she knew that would be too dangerous. Motels always require license numbers, she thought bitterly. No, they would just have to make do with what they had.
Neither of them talked much on the ride out to the lake, both of them lost in their own erotic thoughts. Judy's hand never left Brad's bloated prick, and his eyes never left her creamy thighs. It was as if they were in an obscene trance, wildly fantasizing about the lewd delights to come.
The summer season for those who owned cottages on the lake hadn't really begun, so most of the frame cottages were still boarded up and dark, and there was little traffic on the road.
"Any place in particular?" she asked finally when they had driven half-way around the lake.
"I've been thinking," he answered in a conspiratorial whisper, "there's nobody out here tonight. Why don't we try and get into one of the cabins. There's sure to be a bed in all of them...."
Adding the crime of breaking-and-entering to that of seducing a minor didn't really appeal to Judy, but she couldn't bear to think of making love to the boy's beautiful young cock in the cramped backseat or out on the hard ground. Her cunt aching hotly, her senses racing with erotic anticipation, she nodded in agreement.
They carefully selected a dark, small cottage away from the main road. It was hidden from the highway by a large stand of tall pines. Almost out of her mind with frantic desire now, she carefully parked the car around in back of the cabin and waited while the youth got out and went to see if he could find a window that could be jimmied.
Oh God! what am I doing? she thought to herself as she watched his slim young body move away. At seventeen, Brad was four years younger than she, a mere boy, despite his huge cock and hard-muscled body. It seemed wrong-terribly wrong for her to be sitting her calmly and planning to make love to him again. But the thought of his gigantic prick slamming into her mouth and of the way she would spread her legs while he ate out her moistly quivering pussy drove all thoughts of right and wrong out of her lust-charged mind.
He was back in a few minutes, a smug smile on his face.
"Come on," he whispered, "I managed to get one of the back windows open. You go around to the front door and I'll let you in."
Her slender legs were trembling with lust as she snuck around to the screen door and waited for him to let her in.
A couple of moments later it swung open for her.
They wasted no time in finding a dusty bed in one comer of the room. While Judy stripped off her clothing and arranged it on a nearby chair, Brad tried as best he could to cover the bare mattress with a sheet he found in one of the closets. He was shivering with excitement now as he pulled off his own clothing.
The room was illuminated only by the light of the moon shining through one of the windows. While the lust-charged young wife waited for her young lover to undress, she idly fingered her sensually splayed cunt, thinking how exciting it was going to be to introduce the boy to the heady world of oral sex. She could feel how slippery and moist her pussy lips already were from thinking about him, and she recalled how it had felt with that huge, desire-engorged cock drilling into her that afternoon, and she knew she would want him to fuck her again before they left the cottage.
But first things first.
She wanted to suck him, to have him jerk and spew his fresh young seed far down into her throat, then to spread her legs wide for his hot mouth so that he could lick and suck the spicy juices out of her cunt and bring her the flashing jolts of orgasm that she had to have.
Seeing him standing there waiting for her, his young body all naked and virile, made her desire even more intense. His cock was already swaying out, jerking and throbbing with lust as she reached for him eagerly, trying to gather his pulsating hardness to her own naked flesh so that they could share this brief moment of raw, animal passion.
"I'm going to suck your cock tonight, honey," she whispered, reveling in the gasp of delight that escaped his lips at the obscenely exciting words. "I'm going to take it into my mouth and suck out all the delicious juices in you ... then I'm going to drink them all down and make you feel better than you've ever felt in your whole life, Brad. Would you like that? Would you like for me to give you head?"
"Oh, God, yesssssss!" he hissed, almost overwhelmed at the idea that this beautiful female was going to give him the pleasures he dreamt about for so long. For years he'd heard older boys talking about women sucking men's pricks, but he had hardly dared believed such a wonderfully lewd thing really happened between men and women. Now this naked, gorgeous blonde was actually telling him that she was going to take his prick into her mouth and drink his juices!
"I knew you would," she said with a hoarse sigh of passion. "Afterwards, after you've got a hard-on again, you can fuck me like you did this afternoon. Or...." she paused, feeling his gigantic rod against her trembling stomach, "or ... if you like, that is, you can lick my pussy again. Would you like that, Brad? Did you like licking my pussy today?"
"I loved it!" he wheezed, wondering if there were ever anyone in the world so lucky as he.
Judy smiled to herself and drew his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply, their tongues sucking and dueling together. Then, after her fingers signalled that his cock was about to explode, she pushed him down onto the bed on his back and knelt over him.
She planted little hot kisses over his face and then down his shuddering neck and over his the slender shoulders. Her tongue flickered tantalizingly over his flesh, immediately rewarded by a quickening of his breathing as she worked it down over his belly to the light fringe of pubic hair around his massive prick.
When she touched his scalding prick-flesh again, she was startled to find that his cock had grown to really gigantic proportions under the lewd oral massage. She stroked it lightly, knowing that he was as aroused as he would ever be in his life.
When her raspy oral spear finally touched his thigh, Brad threw his legs open while she licked and pumped at his thick rod at the same time until he was trembling in frantic anticipation.
Judy shifted her position until she was kneeling between his spread-eagled legs, holding his cock tightly, her sensually parted lips gliding up and down the heated shaft and nipping at the reddening flesh.
"L-l-let me lick your pussy at the same time," Brad groaned, remembering how a boy had told him about the sixty-nine position.
"No, honey, I'd love to have you suck my cunt, but I want to give you pleasure first," she replied in a lust-charged whisper.
Holding his pulsating cock by the base, she peeled back the foreskin, realizing for the first time just how huge he had become. Neither Jim nor Bert Hensahw had been this big, she thought wildly. I don't know if I can get my mouth around it!
But she had promised to suck him, and nothing was going to stop her now. She looked at the massive rod for a moment, then slid her tongue over her lips, wetting them as much as possible, then forming a soft red oval.
Kissing the tip of his cock, her tongue flicked a drop of seminal fluid from it. She held the immense shaft with two fingers and began to brush it back and forth over her parted lips, letting her tongue lick at it gently. Then she moved around to the sides and the sensitive under-ridge, licking wildly as Brad began to thrust up from the bed.
"Does it feel good?" she asked in a whisper.
"Wonderful ... oh, Jesus, it feels like I'm going to explode!"
She opened her mouth wide and began to engulf his lust-bloated cock, licking maddening with her tongue as it slid into her warm oral cavern. The raspy spear worked around the immense, blood-filled shaft, wetting it so that with each swiveling and bobbing of her head, she was taking more of him inside her mouth until the huge, velvety tip was pressing hotly against the back of her throat.
The youth had filled her lips so tightly that with every movement of her head, they had to stretch to accommodate the pulsing mass of male meat. Saliva was running down into her mouth and she choked it down as her jaws began to relax and she began a slow, steady, tantalizing rhythm as her free hand massaged his tightening testicles.
"Oh geeze ... oh geeze!" the boy repeated over and over again as he felt the hot lips and mouth bringing him rapture such as he had never imagined possible.
Judy sucked eagerly, wanting to bring him to orgasm, yet wanting to keep him in her mouth until her own climax began building. The hardness, the heat, the urgency she felt with her lips and tongue were making her cunt twitch with lust.
She rose higher and higher on the magnificent prick, experimenting with just how far she could drive her excitedly yearning mouth up and down this young, sweet, iron-hard prick.
She was panting from her exertions, her body covered with a light film of perspiration as she worked lovingly and hungrily at her task. She wanted so much to swallow him all the way, to bury her nose in the wiry tuft of his pubic hair and draw the whole enormous shaft into her mouth, but it was impossible-he was just too big!
They both lost track of how long she drove her ravenous mouth up and down the throbbing cock, but finally she knew that he was going to come in a moment. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her head up and down over his saliva-slickened pole of heated meat, his hips jerking wildly upward with each downward plunge of her sucking mouth.
And then he began crying out with desire and frustration.
Instead of lying on the bed and letting her do all the work, he was screwing up deeply into her mouth, so deep that the head of his pistoning cock rammed wildly against her throat and making her want to gag.
Suddenly, without warning, his prick exploded a torrent of hot male come into her greedily gulping mouth, filling it, making her cheeks bulge out from the heated load. Her lips compressed tightly around his shaft, holding it inside her mouth as she drank his deliciously sweet young juices, swinging her head from side to side to increase the wild sensations for him as her tongue lashed frantically at the come-spouting knob.
As the white-hot male juice cascaded down into her throat, Judy felt the insane tingling up between her legs suddenly increase, and she quickly jammed two fingers up into her nakedly tingling cunt to hasten her own desperate climax. She wanted to cry out for him not to stop before she could come, but it was too late. Even as she ground her mouth around his beautiful prick, she felt it slowing its torrent of scalding come and getting limp.
She continued to suck and lick like a whore, but it was no use. Frustrated by her lack of sexual satisfaction, she groaned as his prick slipped out of her mouth and he lay panting on the bed, a strange smile on his handsome young face.
"Oh, geeze, that was beautiful ... I never felt so good," he panted, looking down at the beautiful blonde who was still trapped between his legs, her mouth still only inches from his deflated cock.
"Me too," she lied, knowing that she couldn't wait more than a few minutes before she forced him to suck her cunt and bring on her own orgasmic climax.
"Did you c-c-come?" he asked nervously, uncertainly.
She was tempted to lie to bolster his ego, but she shook her head.
"No, not yet, honey," she sighed. "But I will when you lick my pussy. Are you ready to do that now?"
"Hell, yes...." he gasped, reaching down and pulling her up on the bed.
Suddenly Judy screamed as the door burst open and a powerful beam of light was flooding over her naked face and body.
Startled, Brad jumped up from the bed and moved nervously toward the door, but he was stopped in his tracks by a harsh voice.
"Don't move another fucking inch, you little creep!"
"Get out of here!" Judy screamed, trying desperately to get to her clothing so she could cover herself. But it was too far away. The flashlight followed her relentlessly. Finally, in desperation, she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it partially over her.
"Well, well, what the fuck have we got here?" the same harsh voice asked sarcastically. "Hey, Al, come on in, it's okay!"
Another male body moved into the cottage and Judy was shocked to see now that both men were in uniform. For a moment she thought they were policemen, but in the light of the flashlight she finally saw that they were private security guards.
"What do you want?" she cried out, trying desperately to hold the sheet up over her quivering breasts.
"Shut your fucking mouth, lady," one of the men snarled, moving closer to the bed while the other man warily watched Brad. "What's going on here, a little orgy?" He paused and shone the flashlight on Judy's face, then moved it over to Brad's. "Hey, how old are you, kid?"
"N-n-nineteen," Brad lied valiantly, more afraid than he had ever been in his life. "Hey, we weren't doing nothing! We're not burglars, if that's what you guys think. Me and my girl was just ... just...."
His words trailed off helplessly as Judy began to shiver with horror.
"We can see what you was doing, kid," one of the men laughed sarcastically. "But if you're more than sixteen, I'm the fucking Prince of Wales! And your girlfriend here ain't no girl, creepo, she's as old as I am!"
Before Judy could stop him, the man grabbed her purse and began rifling through it for her identification. He smile to himself when he read her age on the driver's license.
"So you're twenty-three, hun, Mrs. Northrup? And I suppose this young stud is only a friend of the family? Hey, I know you, don't I? Don't your husband own a service station in town?"
"NO! NO!" Judy screamed up at the sneering man, knowing that he didn't believe her. "Please, take the money in my purse and let us go! Please, please, oh God, please!"
"No dice, honey," the man replied harshly. "Me and my partner are paid to protect these cottages from burglars and creeps like you two. It's your tough shit if you get caught screwing some teen-aged punk out here! We got our duty, ain't we, Al?"
"Yeh, sure!"
"Kid," he said, addressing the horrified Brad, "I'm going to give you a break because you're a juvenile. I want you to get dressed and get your ass out of here and forget this thing ever happened. Go on, and I won't tell you again. You could get five years in a reform school for what you did, do you know that?"
"F-f-five years?" Brad stammered incredulously, grabbing up his clothing and putting it on.
"W-w-what about her?"
"Don't you worry none about your girlfriend, punk," he snarled. "You just walk back to town and consider yourself goddamned lucky we're such good guys, understand? If I ever see you again out here, I'll make you wish you never had a cock!"
Brad gave a last sorrowful glance at the terror-stricken young blonde and then left, feeling one of the men's boots against his asscheeks.
"What are you going to do to me?" Judy finally asked when she could get up enough courage. She was absolutely certain they would tell Jim about this, perhaps even arrest her. Her mind reeled from the horrible implications of what she had done. She had acted like a whore and now she was going to pay for it. Oh God! she thought desperately, how can I ever face Jim again? Her life was ruined-destroyed forever!
"I ain't figured that out yet, honey," the man said, suddenly sitting down on the bed beside and reaching for her thigh with his hand. His fingers dug cruelly into the supple, soft flesh of her leg as he grinned lewdly at her, his eyes devouring every inch of her naked young flesh.
Suddenly, in a flash, Judy knew exactly what they intended. Getting rid of Brad had been only so they could have her to themselves. Surprisingly, she began to calm down, seeing a way out of her troubles.
The gigantic bulge of the man's cock was obvious through his trousers, and she tried to smile at him.
"You want your share, is that it?" she asked coldly.
"Hey, you hear that, Al?" the man called out to his companion. "She wants to give us a little ass to keep our mouths shut about this. What do you say, partner?"
"Sure, why not?" the other man chuckled obscenely, already pulling at his clothing.
"You hear that, baby?" the other man on the bed asked, his fingers reaching over to caress her full, luscious breasts, pinching her pinkly tender nipples until she groaned with pain. "Jesus, honey, how come you want to fuck around with punk kids when there's guys like me and Al around to help a lady out?"
"Come on, get it over with," Judy wailed bitterly. "Just get it over with!"
He laughed as he pushed and rolled her over onto her stomach, then made her get up on her hands and knees on the bed. His rough fingers pulled apart the sensitive burning lips of her cunt, probing at the secret opening between her thighs. She cringed at his touch, but his other hand was planted firmly on her buttocks, holding her fast while he completed his inspection of her body.
Finally he got up from the bed and began taking his own uniform off. "What do think, Al?" he asked his naked partner. "Should we both just screw her, or do you want a blow-job?"
"Both!" the man named Al giggled insanely, coming closer to the bed so he could see the naked white flesh of her luscious body. "Man, she must be some kind of nympho to screw kids. Why don't you let me have first shot at her, I saw the car outside, remember?"
"Yeh, go ahead, I'll watch you," the other man chuckled lewdly. "But when you get done, she's going to give me the best and longest fucking blow-job I ever had!"
Despite the horror she felt, Judy couldn't help the insane tingling down between her creamy thighs. She had been about to have her pussy sucked when the brutal men discovered she and Brad in the cabin. And the more she looked at the huge prick of the man named Al, the more her cunt ached now.
She prayed that she would be able to go through with this horrid act, that she could let them use her cunt and her mouth in exchange for their silence. But it was the only chance she had. Anything else meant certain ruin for her.
Al got up onto the bed and his hands began roaming greedily over her body, his mouth closing down on her breasts, his tongue flicking wildly on the tingling nipples until they were hard and erect again.
She writhed under his touch, blushing deeply as she saw the other security guard watching with obscene eyes. And she could feel the horrible burning sensation building again in her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that it was Brad or Jim or even Bert who was caressing her naked body. The man's hands were on her thighs again as his fingers probed her damply twitching cunt. She was still wet with perspiration from the wild blow-job she had given the teenager, and she felt herself surrendering to his rough massaging of her wet cunt.
"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned, her hips twisting back and forth as if she were in agony.
"Hey, man, look at her, she's horny as hell already," Al laughed gruffly.
She could feel his cock jerking against her thigh and she wanted to grab it and stuff it as far up into her wildly tingling pussy as it would go. But Al wouldn't allow her that pleasure yet. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, trapping her helplessly under him as he continued his tantalizing, frustrating mouthing of her breasts.
The other man came closer to the bed and slipped a finger between their bodies to tease the ruffled, dilated lips of her moistly cringing pussy, causing her to cry out in despair.
"Oooohhhhh, God, don't torture me this way, please," she moaned, her whole crotch on fire now. "Please, do it and get it over with!"
"We want to get you nice and hot first, baby, because we want you to enjoy it," Al giggled cruelly.
It seemed as if she were going to explode from the demented lust she felt. She wanted to have someone-anyone shove a huge cock into her pussy and fuck her. She couldn't stand much more of the sadistic torture.
Al was pressing his hips tight against her thighs as the other man pulled his finger away from the steaming, overheated pussy. She could feel Al's massive hardness burning into her naked flesh. She pushed up against him, rubbing her leg up and down on his prick, hoping that he would soon bury himself deep up inside her madly writhing pussy.
Suddenly, brutally, she felt a hot, thick wetness trickling down her thigh and she knew that the man had already come from his lurid excitement. His hips jerked violently against her as he ground out his orgasm, his teeth sunk into her breast, sucking and biting sadistically as his hips jackknifed furiously against her struggling body.
"You bastard ... you dirty bastard!" she screamed up at him in frustration. "You're not a man ... you're a goddamned animal!"
For a moment she was afraid he was going to strike her. But before he could raise his fist and bring it crashing down against her face, the other man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away.
"It's my turn, Al," the man grumbled, holding the lovely blonde wife down on the dusty mattress so that her whole luscious body was naked and vulnerable to his impending attack.
"My friend come too soon, huh?" he laughed, lowering himself down on top of her body, his huge cock jerking temptingly over her writhing stomach. "Well, bitch, I ain't gonna blow my nuts anywhere but in your cunt or your mouth!"
"Then do it!" she snarled up at him. "Damn it, quit talking and do it!"
"Beg me for it, bitch," he commanded. "I know you want it. I know you want this big fat prick in your belly. But you're gonna have to plead with me first!"
Her throat was dry, but the sensation between her legs had to be quenched first.
"Yes ... yes ... give it to me ... fuck me ... please ... fuck meeeeee!" she pleaded, her eyes glued to the hard, swollen rod that jerked out from his thighs.
He smiled and eased his body down onto hers, letting the smooth, hardened head of his prick touch her pussy lips. She tried to force her hips upwards in order to take him inside her, but he held back, teasing her until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Please ... for God's sake, fuck me," she begged, writhing and turning beneath him. "I want you to screw me ... I've got to have it now!"
Grinning triumphantly at his friend, the man eased the head of his swollen cock inside her just a tiny bit, then pulled out, not wanting to give her the rapture she was screaming for.
He rocked back and forth on his hips, letting his prick brush casually against her throbbing opening and then putting it in just about a quarter of the way. She could feel the walls of her steaming cunt cling to the massive rod as he inched his way up into her pussy-depths. Finally, with one hard, cruel stab, he buried his gigantic manhood deep into her.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" she squealed, her whole lower body suddenly full of exquisite pain. She had never felt anything so big, so thick, and it tore at her cunt walls like a razor. But she couldn't but push her hips up against his, enjoying the slow torture. He seemed to grow even larger inside her pussy as he pushed harshly, deeply into her contracting passage.
The furious fucking went on only for a few minutes before she felt herself about to climax. "Ooooohhhhh, I'm going to come ... I'm going to come!" she wailed as she felt her pussy walls beginning to spasm with erotic joy.
"That's it, bitch," he groaned, shoving deeper and deeper into her madly writhing crotch. "I'm going to fill that sweet little pussy of yours with my come now!"
His voice trailed off into a whisper and she could feel his giant cock jerking inside her, flooding her with his scalding semen. His orgasm seemed to last forever and she moaned, half in pain, half in ecstasy as he rolled off her, completely exhausted.
For a moment she thought it was over-that they would leave her alone now. But she had forgotten the man named Al. He came over to the bed, his meaty hand wrapped tightly around his erect cock, a thin smile on his lips as he looked down at her naked, helpless body.
"Open your mouth, cunt," he demanded, getting up on the bed and straddling her chest, forcing his massive prick against her startled lips. "I want you to suck me now ... and it better be good, baby, it better be good!"
* * *
Judy had no idea what time it was when she stumbled out of the cabin and into her car. Her clothing was wrinkled and disheveled, her whole body aching, her mouth and cunt full of the two men's cock-juice as she got behind the wheel of her car and drove back into town.
The past few hours seemed like some horrible nightmare to her. She couldn't remember how many times she had sucked their cocks or taken their huge pricks up into her pussy. Every bone in her body ached and her mind reeled with the awful horror of what she had been forced to do.
She stopped at a service station long enough to clean herself up in the washroom, but the reflection that came out of the mirror at her was that of a haunted, half-demented ,female-not herself.
Brad was in bed snoring when she let herself into the house and crept quietly into the shower to wash away the sperm and stink of the two men's bodies. Then, hating herself, hating the obscene sexual desires that drove her to such terrifying acts, she slipped in beside her husband's body and tried to sleep.
It was many hours later before sleep finally came.
Before she finally drifted off, she swore that no man except Jim would ever touch her again. And, since he was impotent, she seemed destined to go through life a celibate. But her mind just couldn't stand any more of the perverted lusts that were turning her into a sick, sex-crazed whore.
In the space of twenty four hours she had fucked or sucked-or both-four different males other than her husband. Filled with self-revulsion, more ashamed than she had ever been in her life, she began to see herself for what she was-a raging, self-destructive nymphomaniac! There was no other way to describe her. A few months ago she had been a happy, well-adjusted young wife, full of love for her husband, secure in her future.
Now she was a slimy, dirty, disgusting cunt who would fuck or suck any hot male cock that presented itself to her ravenous mouth or pussy.
And she didn't like what she had become.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was four days later before she saw Brad again.
The four days were difficult ones for the hot-blooded young wife. Every waking moment her cunt was filled with the most insistent ache as she tried to put the lurid events of the past few days out of her mind.
Things seemed to be getting worse between Jim and herself. He was sullen and uncommunicative, even though she tried to tell him how much she loved him and that things would work out for them. But he spent his evenings drinking beer and trying to forget the way he had changed from a healthy, lusty, sex-loving man into an impotent eunuch with a dead prick down between his legs.
The beautiful blonde was cleaning house Monday morning when the doorbell rang. She stopped vacuuming, startled by the sound. She was expecting no one, and suddenly she was filled with a sense of impending dread as she went toward the door and opened. She was wearing the same skimpy halter and tight shorts she had worn that first day with the teenager, and she wished desperately that she had time to change now.
Her hand was trembling as she opened the door.
Brad was standing before, his eyes -rimmed with dark circles as they looked at her with tortured intensity. At the sight of the handsome youth who had been her lover, Judy gasped and her lush body trembled even more with anxiety and confusion.
"W-w-what are you doing here?" she asked in a whisper.
"I just came to see if you were ... were, uh, alright," he said. "I had to know...."
"You weren't too concerned when you left me alone with them," Judy said coldly, feeling anger and hostility creep up her spine. "For all you knew, they could have been rapists or something!"
"I know," he admitted shamefacedly, hanging his head. "I acted like a damned coward after all you'd done for me. I'm so damned ashamed of myself. Please, Judy, say you'll forgive me ... please!"
She stared at him, suddenly remembering the rapture he had given her with his huge, lust-swollen cock, the sensual excitement she had experienced with him, all the thrillingly erotic moments of their lurid lovemaking. And suddenly, forbidden spasms of lust and delight rippled through her lush body as she thought about all the long, lonely, loveless night without sex she would have to spend in the future.
"Come in, Brad," she said firmly, standing aside so that he could pass her. "I guess we'd better have a talk and get things straightened out between us." She felt a shiver of excitement course through her young body at being so close to the handsome teenager again. Oh God, don't let it happen again! she thought irrationally.
She pointed to a chair and told him to sit down. Afraid of her own emotions, she chose a chair several feet away for herself.
"Look, honey," she began, crossing her long legs so that her plumply dimpled cuntal slit wouldn't be visible to his eyes through the tight crotch of her shorts, "what happened between us was beautiful ... and I'll never forget it, really I won't. But, Brad, I've been able to see myself clearly over the past few days and I know now that it was wrong ... terribly wrong!"
"But, why?" he asked unhappily. "You said you liked me."
"It has nothing to do with liking you she pleaded, praying that she could control her emotions. "I think you're a nice guy, and I'd like for us to be friends. But not that way. I'm a married woman ... and I'm several years older than you are. Someday you'll meet a lovely young girl and you'll be happy that I taught you some of those things...."
She paused, remembering that those things were-thrilling bursts of overwhelming passion as his young virile cock filled her cunt and her mind with total ecstasy, the way his prick slammed in and out of her greedily working mouth while she sucked out his precious juices, the squeals of delight she had felt when he licked her swollen clitoris and pussy!
No! Stop it! she told herself. You've got to stop it!
Trembling violently, her cunt aflame again with hot desire, she tried to avoid his searching eyes, tried to look someplace else but at the clearly outlined lump of male meat under his tight jeans. And every second brought her closer to the fevered heights of raw, animal desire for the boy.
"Please, you've got to leave now," she said, standing up and pointing to the door. "I forgive you for what happened the other night at the cottage. I just hope you'll forgive me, too!"
He rose and walked slowly toward the door, his handsome face a mask of unhappiness. Judy knew he was desperately sad and feeling rejected by her, but she couldn't let her sympathy overwhelm her again. She wanted to reach out and embrace him and tell him that everything would be all right.
"I guess you never want to see me again, huh?" he said quietly, his eyes pleading for some miraculous reprieve from the harsh sentence she had just handed down to him. "I guess you think I'm just a stupid creep kid, huh?"
The beautiful young wife couldn't let him leave thinking that. They stood face to face at the door, with her suffering every bit as much as the youth. Their eyes were locked in despair, their bodies straining to come together one last time. Suddenly all the walls and barriers seemed to dissolve and she felt herself moving toward him. In the next moment they were locked together in a forbidden embrace, their hands gripping tightly at each other's trembling bodies, clutching one another for dear life.
Judy wanted to stop before it was too late-desperately wanted to stop. But it was already too late. Suddenly they were kissing, their tongues dueling sweetly in her mouth as his hands ran up and down her lush body, feeling her, making her want him again.
She was powerless to stop the surging wave of desire that thundered through her. Holding his lean young body tightly and kissing him this way, she was rapidly becoming submerged once again in the rapturous pleasure of her unleashed erotic dreams and desires.
And it felt so good to her ... soooooo good!
His prick was hard as a rock, pressing harshly into her softly trembling stomach, making her legs weak, making her stomach quiver with erotic butterflies of heated arousal.
"Let me stay for just a little while," he pleaded, "please, Judy."
"No ... it's wrong ... it's wrong," she begged, almost as if in a trance, feeling herself responding warmly and eagerly to his caresses. Tingling with excitement, she let him lead her back to the front room. Standing by the couch, her mind reeling with lust, she felt him unhooking her halter, exposing her throbbing breasts to the cool air. Her dark areolas tightened instantly, and the rosy little buds of her nipples grew erect and tight, jutting out pulsingly from the melon-like mounds of delicious flesh.
"You have such beautiful tits," Brad moaned as his hands fell on the firmly upthrust mounds. "I want to suck them ... please, let me suck them for you."
Before she could stop him, the teenager had embraced her once again, gripping her naked back with his hands and bending forward to lick lightly at the nudely quivering flesh of her breasts, soft as doves, sucking first one and then the other pink-nippled mound while she moaned with pleasure.
Once more she was lost in blissful erotic delight, holding his head gently, tangling her fingers in his sandy hair while his mouth worked eagerly over her softly resilient flesh.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... stop ... stop...." she moaned.
Brad began slowly to lower himself, letting his warmly licking tongue trail wetly downwards until it reached the narrow waistband of her tight shorts. Then, kneeling before her, he carefully unhooked the shorts and lowered them slowly over the flaring curves of her voluptuous hips and on down the beautiful sweep of her magnificent long legs.
She didn't try to stop him. She was caught up in the hypnotic spell of the wildly arousing moment, enchanted by the way he was paying tribute to her lovely body. There was something so fiercely exciting about the forbidden wickedness of his actions, as if she and the teenager were sharing the most rapturous moment anyone had ever shared.
She didn't protest when he lifted one of her feet to remove her shorts, then the other. Then, her eyes glazed over with lust, she let him ease her down onto the couch where she lay with her hips covered only by the sheer white panties.
"I want to lick your pussy," he begged. "I want to suck your cunt...."
"Oh, yes," Judy replied, closing her eyes and drifting off into her secret world of carnal pleasure. She suddenly felt vibrantly alive, her nearly naked body trembling with eager anticipation. It won't hurt to let him make love to me with his mouth just one more time! she told herself.
Brad stripped off his own clothing, wanting to be naked too, so that he could feel his hard cock beating against her nude flesh while he sucked the spicy juices from her throbbing cunt.
From her prone position on the couch she opened her eyes again to marvel at his virile body and the long, hard prick that jutted out from his groin, thrilled by the obscene beauty of it. His swaying balls tightened as he came nearer, then knelt in front of the couch and inserted his fingers into the tight elastic waistband of the sheer panties and slowly lowered them down over her succulent white hips.
She sighed with pleasure as cool air rushed over her milk-white thighs and caressed the pulsing mound of her now nakedly-exposed pubic triangle. And suddenly she was apprehensive again, wondering if it was right to let him do this to her-even one last time before they said goodbye forever.
A warning signal sounded in the recesses of her lust-fevered brain.
"Brad ... no ... please, we mustn't," she pleaded.
"I have to," he replied, gently spreading her legs wider and then kneeling between them, sitting back on his knees like an adoring child as he gazed at the pulsating moisture of her warm cuntal slit.
Oh God! she prayed, help me do the right thing ... I'm so confused!
Quickly separating her tensed thighs, he placed his hands on the softly yielding flesh of her hips and lowered his face toward the warmly throbbing opening of her defenseless vagina. A pungent aroma of love-juice wafted up to his nostrils, driving the youth wild with steadily mounting desire.
Then, with a groan of excitement, he dropped his head and darted the full length of his tongue snake-like up and down the naked young wife's lovely cuntal slit.
The sudden contact of Brad's tongue with her wetly aroused pussy made Judy squeal in ecstasy. Then little tremors of pleasure mingled in her sex-hungry loins, leading her to spread her thighs apart even further to accommodate the lewdly questing tongue.
Slowly she began to relax in rising passion that grew like a wildly throbbing flame throughout her naked body. At that moment his wetly probing mouth and tongue found the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris and closed around it, gently teasing that little pleasure-bud of flesh into tantalizing hardness.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she gasped in pleasure, wantonly aroused now by the sensation of the youth's heated pressure on her achingly sensitive clitoris. It felt as though her whole nude body was vibrating blissfully with a softly passionate music, running through her thighs and crotch with mounting intensity, with waves of irresistible pleasure surging upwards through her lewdly flowering cuntal slit.
He slid his flicking tongue wetly downward, away from her desire-bloated clitoris to the softly fluted edges of the adulterous young wife's steaming pussy slit until it found the contracting entrance of her cunt. Carefully he explored the moistly throbbing orifice, flicking his tongue tentatively up into it. Then, with an unexpected move that made her wail with rapture, he plunged it deep into Judy's trembling cuntal depths.
She jerked involuntarily, both in surprise and passion, a soul-searing moan following her wail of pleasure. The sudden intrusion of his hot tongue into her desire-swollen cunt brought her back to reality and she was torn between the insistent flashes of lust and the renewed horror at her new lapse into immorality.
His only response was to rotate his tongue even deeper into the velvet-like interior of her pussy-sheath. Obscenely thrilling stabs of desire began to chum in her throbbing loins, and shocks of excitement spiraled out through her nakedly twisting thighs so intensely compelling that they obliterated the last trace of moral consciousness from her wildly aroused brain.
Her heart pounded madly, thundering in her chest as the youth ground his tongue up into her moist cuntal softness with urgent force, sending tremors of lewd passion up to rock the dazed young wife from head to foot. Her head flailed back on the sofa, her long blonde hair flying in every direction. She was fast losing herself in primitive feelings of lust, surrendering herself to the age-old passion of the flesh, blotting out everything but the urgency of her body's needs.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, YES!" she moaned ecstatically, rotating her pelvis in time with his lewdly probing tongue, humping her hips up to meet the insistent demands of his youthful desire.
His wetly slavering tongue continued to beat an obscene tattoo on her pussy-flesh until she was totally consumed with the sexual messages rushing in from every nerve ending in her now lewdly twisting body. With deep groans of pleasure she grasped his head between her hands so that he couldn't pull away, pressing his face hard against her steaming crotch. Lewd, dirty words ran through her brain, unarticulated but making her even more hotly aroused.
Eat my cunt! she screamed silently. Make me come! Suck me ... suck meeeeeeeeee!"
The overheated wife was groaning like a madwoman, her softly fleshed buttocks and wide-set breasts jiggling uncontrollably as he sucked feverishly at her cunt and drove his tongue deep into her wetly throbbing pussy-depths. He gripped the soft white flesh of her wriggling hips and buttocks with one hand, while with the other he reached down to grasp his huge, blood-engorged cock and begin to pump it hotly back and forth.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" the naked young wife cried out, insensitive to everything but the excruciating passion that tore through her body like a hurricane. Her cuntal-lips flared hungrily open, and the quivering inner walls of her pussy clutched desperately at Brad's obscenely burrowing tongue, trying to pull it even farther up inside her hotly contracting pussy-flesh. With a deep moan of animal delight, she wrapped her quivering legs around the youth's head and wailed rapturously as crescendo after crescendo of sensual thrills surged feverishly through her tongue-spread loins. The intensity of the feeling was greater than ever before, and she was being transported to secret places where desire and pleasure never ended in her mind.
Her passions soared free, lifting her out of her conscious control, and her body suddenly exploded with furious movement until she felt like she was being tossed about by a wild wind of pleasure, grinding her wetly upturned cuntal slit greedily into the youth's face, now glistening with the moisture that seeped hotly from her velvety interior walls.
"I'm coming ... oh Brad, I'm going to come...."
A searing flash of light seemed to burst behind her eyeballs and her nakedly gyrating body was exploding with sensual thrills as the force of her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Triggered by her uncontrollable orgasm, Brad reached his own climax almost simultaneously with hers, for while his feverish tongue-fucking was producing lurid sensations in her cunt, it was also increasing his own carnal pleasure. He stroked himself almost raw. Then his heavily tightened balls began to chum with semen, making his loins ache with the onrush of his own climax. His seething lust grew and grew as he pumped furiously at his lust-maddened cock and licked hungrily at her wildly palpitating cuntal-flesh, lapping up the rush of scalding feminine juices that gushed out of her gaping trench.
Judy's madly quaking cuntal walls were consumed with a fiery explosion of repeated spasms, and the maddening orgasms seemed to go on for hours as she moaned incoherently, lost in a rapturous delight.
And suddenly the telephone rang.
The startled lovers looked up at one another for a split-second, both of them suddenly fearful. "Don't answer it," Brad pleaded, wanting more of the delicious cunt in his mouth without interruption.
"No, I've got to...." Judy whispered, her whole body trembling violently as she pushed the youth away and got shakily to her feet. "Please, Brad, it might be important."
"H-h-hello?" she said into the receiver, praying that her voice wouldn't give away the heated passion she still felt.
"Honey, this is Jim," her husband's voice came out at her through the noise of the service station in the background. "I just wanted to tell you I'll be a little late tonight."
"Why?" Judy asked, fighting to control her voice.
"I've decided to see a shrink about my, uh, problem," he said, lowering his voice so that no one in the station could overhear him. "I've been thinking about it a lot and I think it's time I talk to someone. The only quick appointment I could get was for six-thirty tonight."
"Oh, Jim, that's wonderful!" Judy gushed, suddenly remembering that she was standing naked while the lust-charged teenager sat at her knees, his face smeared with her come and his own saliva, his huge cock still wrapped in his fingers, sticky white come oozing out of the throbbing end.
She blushed furiously, almost wanting to throw up at her own horrible shame and degradation. She had let the boy suck her cunt while her husband was making an appointment with a shrink! God, how low she had sunk!
"Aren't you happy?" he asked after a few seconds of silence from her end. "I mean, I'm doing it for both of us, baby. I thought that's what you wanted."
"Oh, darling,, it is ... it is!" she said, her face a beet-red color, her hands pushing away the boy who was trying to shove his hand up into her madly flowing cunt. "It's too good to be true. Oh, Jim, I love you so much ... so very much!"
"I don't know how long it'll take," Jim said quickly. "Maybe months! But, I promise you, I won't give up until I'm back to normal. Listen, honey, I've got to run. See you this evening."
She stood there with the dial-tone sounding in her ear.
When she looked down at Brad again, her eyes were clear and firm.
"It's time you left, Brad," she said with no trace of hesitation in her voice. "And I don't want you ever to come back here, understand? Never! Because if you do, I'll tell my husband you've been bothering me!"
There was nothing for the totally confused teenager to do but dress and leave, which he did.
* * *
The grey-haired psychiatrist looked across the desk at his young patient and tried to flash a sympathetic, understanding expression across his face. "And have you told your wife about this episode with the other woman?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Hell, no, she'd leave me if I did that!" Jim said heatedly. He was already a little ashamed of coming to the therapist, of having to spill his guts to the man, of having to sit there and tell all the intimate details of his sex life to a complete stranger. But most of all, of having to pay thirty-five dollars an hour to do it!
"I'm going to speak very frankly to you, Jim," the man said, fiddling with a pencil. "Your problem stems entirely from your own guilt feelings about the woman you made love to four months ago. There isn't a doubt in my mind that we can clear this whole thing up quickly if you'll only unburden yourself to your wife ... provided, of course, that she's totally understanding and willing to help you resolve your, uh, problem. Why don't you tell me something about her, Jim."
For the first time in months, Jim felt hope again.
"I don't know where to start," he stammered excitedly.
"Just start talking, it'll fall into place," the psychiatrist said soothingly.
"Well, she's the sweetest, most loyal, most faithful woman in the whole damned world!" Jim said quickly, wanting the man to see Judy through his own eyes. "I haven't been able to be a man with her for over three months, and yet I'll bet my life she's never once even thought of screwing another man! She's . .
The therapist listened to Jim's words, wondering if the service station owner was really as stupid as he sounded. Oh, well, he thought philosophically, that's what makes these modern marriages interesting!
* * *
Jim was grinning broadly when he came into the house and threw his jacket on the kitchen chair. "Judy, honey, where are you?" he called out loudly. "I'm home, baby!"
The stunning blonde wife came sweeping through the kitchen door from the front room, her luscious body clothed in an exciting silk dressing gown that molded perfectly to her ripe curves and hardened nipples.
"Jim, darling, what did the doctor say?" she asked after she had kissed him warmly. "Tell me all about it ... I want to know everything!"
He stepped back and looked at her ravishing figure under the robe, shocked to find his cock tingling slightly.
"Hey, what's the occasion?" he asked. "You all dressed up, I mean?" He looked over and saw that the kitchen table wasn't set for dinner. "Are we going out to eat or something?"
"No, I fixed a special dinner and we're going to eat in the dining room ... with candlelight and everything," she gushed. "But, tell me what the doctor said, darling, I'm so excited that I can hardly keep still!"
"Well, we've got a lot to talk about," he admitted ruefully, still apprehensive about telling Judy about the nymphomaniac customer who'd brought on all of his troubles. "But, listen, why don't we eat first, then we'll curl up in bed and talk. Let me take a quick shower and change clothes. Oh, baby, I really think it's going to be okay, I really do!"
"But why can't you tell me now?" Judy pouted. "Trust me, honey," he pleaded, needing plenty of time to get his courage up. The doctor had said to make sure he didn't rush things ... to chose the right moment and place to unburden his soul on the beautiful blonde. Everything depended upon her reaction to his lurid confession.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to wait," she said hesitantly. "Go on, get your shower over with. I'll chill the wine and finish dinner."
She gave him another warm kiss and then moved away to check the oven, her magnificent buttocks swaying provocatively under the robe. And he could see that she was totally naked under the soft silk.
And he was sure this time that his cock had twitched excitedly!
* * *
The only sound in the darkened bedroom was from their breathing. Judy lay beside her handsome young husband, an expression of profound shock on her beautiful face. Even the sensuous giddiness she had felt a few moments ago from the wine was gone now as the stunned young wife struggled desperately to comprehend what Jim had just told her.
"Well," he whispered anxiously after a few more minutes of silence, "aren't you going to say something?"
She shook her head, fighting back the bitter tears that welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill down over her flushed cheeks.
"What exactly is it you want me to say?" she asked self-righteously, her voice strained with emotion. "You lay there calmly and tell me that your impotency resulted from one of your affairs...."
"My only affair!" Jim protested hotly. "And it wasn't even that, honey ... it was one time ... one goddamned hour out of two years of marriage! I've never even looked at another woman aside from that one time!"
The monumental injustice struck the young wife like a slap across the face. Her husband had fucked some dirty whore and then felt so guilty that he couldn't get a hard-on since! And because of his goddamned infidelity, she had turned into a filthy whore! She wanted to scream out her rage at him, to beat him with her fists for what he had done to her.
All day-ever since his telephone call-she had been feeling horribly ashamed of herself, almost too embarrassed to face him, because of what she had done with Bert Henshaw and Brad and the other two men. And it was all his fault-every damned bit of it! Jim had caused it all!
"Do you really expect me to believe that?" she asked cynically, fighting to control herself. "You've probably fucked half the goddamned sluts who come into the station! That's probably why you've been too goddammed tired to get a hard-on ... you've fucked yourself out with them!"
"No, it's not true, you've got to believe me," Jim pleaded, feeling old and tired and depressed. The doctor had cautioned against just this kind of thing happening, had asked him to come into the office and talk several more times before telling Judy about the other woman. But, no, he'd been too damned cheap to spend the money on stupid things like therapy-he'd wanted to save himself a few dollars and this is what the result was!
"Tell me, did she suck your cock for you?" Judy asked coldly.
"No! I mean, yeh, kind of," Jim admitted, wondering why in the hell he had been such a stupid fool.
"Either she did or she didn't!" Judy screamed at him, her body shaking and trembling like a leaf in a tornado. "And did you eat her cunt? Well, go on, admit it! I'm sure you liked it much better than you did with me! Was she good? Did she have a nice figure? How about her pussy ... was it nice and tight for you!?"
Her voice was rising hysterically, and Jim thought for a moment she was going to start foaming at the mouth, so great was her obvious rage.
"Well, tell me all about her!" Judy went on, her eyes glazed with demonic intensity. "Tell me about all your whores! I want to know ... I really do! I'll bet you and all those disgusting sluts had a good laugh when you told them about me! Oh, you dirty bastard you, you goddamned mother-fucking bastard!"
Jim suddenly realized as she lay there and screamed obscenities at him that his prick-half erect a few moments before-was now as cold and lifeless as it had ever been during the past three months. And he wanted to cry himself!
* * *
Jim awoke late the next morning to find Judy's place in the bed empty and cold. As he swung his naked legs over the side of the bed he felt overwhelmed with the most intense depression possible.
Her enraged words still rung in his ears.
It was all that he could do to wash and dress himself for work. And face that stared back from the bathroom mirror looked at least twenty years older than his twenty-eight years.
He crept down the hallway and looked into the guestroom, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Judy's huddled body under the blankets of the huge bed. For a moment he was tempted to go and wake her-to plead for forgiveness as he had done half the night without success.
No, he told himself, let her sleep. Maybe she'll be more rational tonight. The thought of facing her again that evening was even more depressing. Somehow he had to convince the hysterical blonde that he hadn't been fucking around with every cunt in town. His one and only adulterous lapse had been with the middle-aged nymphomaniac. Not that that excused it, of course.
Suddenly a thought struck him: Maybe he could get the doctor to telephone Judy and convince her that he wasn't lying! He was almost excited as he went out and got into his car without breakfast. Yes, that's what I'll do! He didn't care how much it cost him! The doctor knew that he was telling the truth! Surely the grey-haired therapist would help him!
He put the car into reverse and roared out of the driveway, convinced that he had found the solution to his problem.
* * *
Judy shivered under the blankets as she listened to her husband's car drive away. She hadn't slept all night, not even a short nap. Her eyes were -rimmed and dark circles were etched under them from the hours she had lain there crying.
Finally, after more long bitter memories of her husband's betrayal, she pushed the covers away and got up. She had no idea what she would do now; leave Jim, perhaps. She'd pack her things and get on an airplane and go to some strange city and find a job and a new life for herself. It seemed impossible to face living with her husband now-after what he had done to her.
For Judy was totally convinced that he was the cause of her own adultery. She was blameless-as innocent as anyone could be under the circumstances. If he hadn't fucked that dirty cunt and lost his sexual drive as a result of his overwhelming guilt, none of the horrible things would have happened to her. Oh God! she thought bitterly, tears spilling down her cheeks again as she fixed herself a cup of strong black coffee, how could he?
As she sipped her coffee she toyed with the idea of telephoning Brad and asking him to come over to the house. That would be poetic justice, she thought, her cunt warming to the erotic notion.
But she decided against it. There would be other men to quench the raging lusts she felt in her swampy pussy-trench. She would have no trouble finding a dozen-a hundred-a thousand hard cocks to fuck her! And every time a new prick slammed up between her legs and filled her aching pussy with rapture, she would think of Jim and the middle-aged cunt who had caused all of her problems.
And she would curse them!
CHAPTER SIX
Brad Stewart stood on the corner of Judy's block and watched the ranch-style house with baleful eyes. He had been standing there trying to look inconspicuous since early that morning, wondering if he could think of some reason to see the beautiful blond wife again.
He was still in a state of near-shock from the way she had treated him the day before. Everything had been so wonderful until that telephone call from her husband. Then his whole world had been turned upside down. She stood there in the middle of the front room, her luscious body completely naked, his own saliva still dripping from her succulent cunt as she ordered him from the house!
He looked down at his watch and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock. The sun was high in the sky now, and some of the housewives in the houses along the block were starting to stir. One of them, a hawk-faced old bitch who lived three doors down from Judy and Jim Northrup had given him an evil stare as she trotted down to the market to do her morning shopping. Brad had tried to look busy tying his shoe when she passed him.
He had seen Jim Northrup drive out of his yard an hour ago. But still there was no sign of Judy. Damn it! he thought bitterly, she couldn't mean it! She couldn't just order me away and forget all the sex we shared!
His young virile cock was throbbing with lust as he finally got up enough courage to move toward the center of the block and Judy's house. She'll have to see me, he told himself with more confidence than he felt. I'll make her understand how much I love her, he swore silently, remembering the luscious wife's incredibly exciting body. Even if she wouldn't let him suck her pussy or fuck her again, she would let him hang around and do things for her-little things, like cleaning the yard and running errands. He would settle for that just to be near her!
He stopped suddenly, still a hundred feet from the house, as a dark sedan pulled up in front of Judy's home. Oh God! he thought, his eyes widening with shock as he recognized the two security guards who had caught he and Judy in that empty cabin. The two men were in civilian clothing now, but there was no mistaking them.
Praying that they wouldn't see him, he edged around behind a tree and watched with his heart pounding wildly as they got out of the car and looked up and down the block cautiously before walking up the cement path that led to Judy's door.
He waited, his body rigid with apprehension as they rang the bell and waited for the door to open. He caught a split-second glimpse of Judy's terrified face before the two men pushed her back into the house and slammed the door behind them.
Brad was stunned. Why had the two men come to Judy's home except to harm her? Maybe they had decided to report the incident of the break-in after all! he thought in a daze. He had to find out!
Moving quickly now, he went toward the house, his whole body trembling with fear. If they saw him, he knew, it would be all over. His parents and the police would know that he had been Judy's lover. Using the low bushes that lined the driveway, he crept up to the house, praying that no one would see him and report him as a prowler. Luckily, the house next to Judy's was occupied by a man and wife who both worked, leaving no danger from that side.
He was moving stealthily as he pressed his face to the half-open window that looked into the Northrup's front room.
And what he saw and hear made him gasp with terror.
* * *
"Get out of here!" the beautiful young wife screamed at the men as she tried to back away. "Get out of here right now or I'll call the police!"
"Sure, bitch, call them," the man named Al laughed cruelly, pointing to the telephone. "But if you do, we'll just have to report you for breaking-and-entering and for having them wild orgies with that teenaged punk kid! Go on, what are you waiting for?"
Judy gasped at the awful words. In the harsh daylight, the two men looked even more evil than they had that night at the cottage when they had virtually raped her.
"No ... no ... haven't you done enough to me already?" she pleaded.
"Don't give us no trouble, baby," the other man said lewdly, running his eyes ever her curvaceous figure beneath the dressing gown. "We just want to have a little party, that's all. Me and Al figured you was probably pretty horny again, and we decided to give you a little cock!"
"Right," Al laughed again, stroking the eagerly swelling mound of his genitals through his dark trousers.
"Oh God, no ... no ... I couldn't stand that," she moaned in horror. Suddenly she turned and ran into the kitchen, hoping to reach the back door before they caught her. She had no rational plan for what she would do if she got out of the house. All she knew was that she couldn't stand to have these obscene men pawing her again.
"Grab her, damn it, catch her!" Al shouted to his companion as they raced after her. The other man caught her just as she fumbled with the doorknob. He threw her brutally back into his friend's arms.
"I like it when they fight back a little," Al snapped, grabbing the startled young wife by the shoulders and pulling her roughly to him, kissing her harshly on the lips and grinding his hips lewdly into her while Judy struggled desperately to escape his obscene clutches.
But he wasn't to be stopped, for his huge cock was already jerking with rampant excitement in his pants, and he was hungry with desire, anxious to force the voluptuous young housewife into another shameless, submissive sexual orgy.
"Stop it!" she screamed, pulling her face away from his, her fingers trying to come up so that she could scratch his face and force him to stop this crude assault.
Suddenly he let her go, watching her warily so that she couldn't escape. "Cal, make sure she don't get past you and get to the door!" he snarled at the other attacker. Turning back to Judy, he smiled grimly. "Okay, bitch, you gave us your standard fight, now just relax and let us have a little cunt, huh?"
"You're crazy!" she cried out in desperation. "Why should I let you rape me? You can tell the police anything you want ... I don't care! But, by God if either one of you two lay another hand on me, I'll see you in prison ... even if I have to be there alongside you!"
"You don't get the picture, do you, cunt?" Cal grunted, pulling a miniature tape recorder out from under his coat. "I got an idea your old man wouldn't like to hear what's on this tape. Do you want to hear it?"
She was too stunned to answer. When she didn't reply, Cal flicked a switch and she heard a sudden whirring sound, then the horrible sounds of her own screaming for more and more cock.
"Yes ... yes ... give it to me ... fuck me ... please ... fuck meeeee!"
There wasn't a doubt in the world that it was her begging and pleading for the security guard named Cal to fuck her. Despite the hoarse strain in the words, Jim would have recognized it as his wife immediately.
And there was more.
Shrieking with despair, Judy slapped her hands over her ears to shut out the obscene horror of listening to her recorded voice pleading with the brutal man to fuck her. It was awful, too terrible to bear!
"Shut it off!" she screamed. "SHUT IT OFF!"
"Sure, baby," Cal laughed, stopping the machine. "I just wanted you to know where you stand. If you don't do what we say, I'm going to make copies of this tape and see that your old man gets them. Imagine how he'll feel when he finds out his innocent little cunt of a wife has been fucking around on him! And, by God, he'll find out about the kid, too!"
"You wouldn't?" she screeched, knowing in her heart that the men would do just exactly as they threatened. She shuddered to think of what Jim would do when he heard such gutter filth. And after her enraged outburst against him the night before! Her face flushed with horrible shame and degradation, she realized that she would do anything in the world to keep him from learning of her own obscene infidelities.
"You play along and give us a good time today ... well, I'll give you this fucking thing," Cal lied, indicating the tape. "All we want is a little ass, that's all! A bitch as horny as you ain't going to miss a little pussy!"
He had no intention of giving up the lurid tape, or of leaving her alone in the future. She was too good a find for that. He and Al would use her cunt and her mouth until they were tired of her-and that wouldn't be for a very, very long time.
Seeing the surrender in her eyes, he stepped closer, sliding his hand up under the flimsy housecoat and nightie, worming his way quickly up into her tightly clenched cuntal crevice and extending his middle finger as he lewdly probed at her helpless pussy-flesh, seeking the oval-shaped hole that led to the tightly throbbing cuntal walls up between her thighs.
"What do you say, bitch?" he asked cruelly, seeing her cringe in misery and fright.
There was nothing to say. She nodded in desperation, wanting this latest horror to be over with. She would give them what they wanted, let them use her body as they would use any gutter whore's. But they wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing her scream out in delirious sexual ecstasy again! This time there would be no pleasure for her-only plain misery!
"Hey, that's great, baby," Cal laughed excitedly. "You ever had it from two guys at once, honey?" he asked obscenely as he forced his finger harshly up into her cringing cunt, rotating it painfully along the burning walls of her pussy depths.
"Two?" Judy screamed in shock. Suddenly she realized with horror that they intended to take her both at once, and the lewd idea made her tremble from head to foot. With a sinking nausea she knew that there was nothing that would save her from this obscene torture. She would have to endure it and then slink away from this house and her marriage.
Her unprepared cuntal flesh stung with the brutal friction of his crudely lunging middle finger, and she began to relaxed her clenched thighs, hoping that she might begin to lubricate and save herself the torture of his inevitable entry. To her great relief, the walls of her pussy began involuntarily to grow moist and wet with warm female secretions.
"Go find some booze and fix us a drink, Al," he said with a smug laugh. When the other man was gone, he lunged suddenly with full force, his finger almost lifting her off the floor as it ground into her with incredible pain, digging harshly into the sensitive nub of her tender cervix and making her shriek with excruciating agony.
"I like to hear broads scream," Cal giggled. , "Yeh, it gets me off when they beg and plead and holler! Come on, bitch, let's go find Al and start fucking!"
* * *
Jim Northrup was deep in despair as he set down the telephone and looked out the window of his service station. He had just finished talking to the therapist. The man had been superficially sympathetic, but noncommittal about calling Judy and getting Jim out of his desperate plight. He'd think about it, he told Jim, and call him back later. For the time being, he advised, Jim should make sure he didn't do or say anything to aggravate the situation.
He was still sitting, hopelessly indulging in self-pity, when the telephone rang again. Thinking it might be the doctor, he grabbed it up.
"Yes?"
"Is this Northrup's Super Service?" a young voice asked nervously.
"Yeh," Jim answered, his suddenly ray of hope dashed again. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to speak to Mr. Northrup, please," the young voice answered. "It's very important."
"This is Jim Northrup."
"You'd better go home right away, Mr. Northrup," the boy said. "There's, uh, there's two men at your house and ... and...."
"What the fuck are you trying to say?" Jim snarled angrily, wondering if this was some kind of crank call.
"I think they're going to hurt your wife!" Brad Stewart said as firmly as his awful sense of gloom allowed. "Please, Mr. Northrup, go home right now!"
"Who in the fuck is this?" Jim almost shouted into the receiver. "Goddamnit, who is this?"
But the line was now dead.
He was running furiously as he reached his car that was parked alongside the station. Shouting that he had to go home to the nearest of his employees-, he roared out of the station, tires squealing.
The young pump jockey just looked on in amazement as the strange behavior, then went back to filling the tank of the customer's car.
* * *
Brad Stewart carefully replaced the telephone on the hook and went out of the booth, his palms sweating furiously, his whole body trembling.
He had seen the two security guards manhandling Judy, heard some of their snarled threats. He knew in his heart that he should have gone into the house and tried to help her, but he was a coward at heart, afraid both of the physical pain they might inflict upon him, and of the furor that would certainly erupt with his parents if they found out about him fucking the twenty-three year-old housewife. And if there was one thing in the world that Brad feared more than any other, it was his father's brutal wrath.
So, he had done the next best thing, praying that Jim Northrup would never find out who had made the telephone call of warning. Perhaps later-much later-he could tell Judy that it had been him who saved her from the brutal rape. His cock began to pound slightly as he fantasized about the way in which she would reward him. He could close his eyes and see her opening those succulent young thighs to his excited mouth, of her sliding her lips over his prick and giving him a blow-job in gratitude, of her allowing him to fuck her tight young cunt until they were both screaming in rapture.
He decided to go home and masturbate, his conscience almost clear. He had done his best. No one could ask for more!
* * *
The beautiful young housewife thought she would go out of her mind as the two brutal men forced her to drink heavy doses of straight bourbon whiskey.
All three of them were stark naked, their clothes scattered everywhere as Cal Pinned Judy's nakedly writhing body helplessly on the carpeted floor and was forcing more of the whiskey down her throat from a bottle he held in his hand.
"Come on, bitch, drink it down! it'll relax you!" he slurred drunkenly as Judy gagged and sputtered beneath him. The burning liquid was rapidly making her drunk, and her struggles were becoming less intense. Spurred by the potent alcohol, her nakedly subjugated body was growing warmer by the minute, and somewhere deep inside her loins, tremors of obscene excitement were starting to flow tantalizingly through her, making her skin tingle with mounting desire.
How can my body react like this? her mind cried out. What they were doing was the most horrible thing that could happen to her, and yet she felt so hot and quivering now. She was ashamed, terribly ashamed, but at the same time she felt desire!
Her bewildered brain was jolted out of her mental conflict by him forcing her to swallow another burning drink. Almost immediately, her blurred thoughts were obliterated by the alcohol that made her nearly incoherent.
"She almost ready, man?" Al asked impatiently as he lewdly stared at her nakedly vulnerable body. He was more than ready for the obscene things he would do to her cunt and asshole and mouth. His cock was gripped tightly in his meaty paw, jerking up and down in obscene anticipation as his drunken brain surged with animal desire.
"Sure, partner," Cal giggled drunkenly and stood up. "She's all yours, man!"
Al moved closer, towering naked over the helpless wife, his lips curled in a lascivious sneer as he ogled her white, vulnerable nakedness. Then, reaching down, he forced Judy over onto her stomach. She offered no resistance whatever, too numbed by the excessive liquor. Instead, she lay there, waiting for her lewd sexual ravishment to begin gasps of humiliation and shame escaped her lips. Her rounded buttocks quivered slightly and his eyes zeroed in hungrily on the two shimmering half-moons. Gripping both of her ankles with his hands, he yanked them brutally apart, splaying her legs helplessly.
"Oh, no, please ... please," she begged with her last ounce of strength as she tried to worm her way down into the carpet.
"Hold her, man," Al called to the excitedly watching friend who immediately knelt down next to Judy's prostrate body and pushed his hands down hard into the small of her back, pressing her stomach tight against the rug. She struggled for a moment, then lay still, her body shaking with soul-searing sobs and terrified moans that rumbled up from her throat.
The muscular security guard dropped to his knees between her legs and ran his hands greedily over the sensuous, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her naked young thighs to the involuntarily moistened slit of her cunt.
Then, grunting with anticipation, he ran the edge of his hot hand down into the smooth crease of the young wife's nakedly exposed buttocks, parting them slightly so that her tiny, puckered anal opening was visible to his lewdly hungry eyes.
"Please, don't ... don't do this to me!" she moaned in sudden terror as it slowly began to penetrate her alcohol-blue-red brain that the men were going to rape her asshole. Not there! she screamed silently. Oh, please, God, not there! She had heard of such things, but never had seriously believed that men could be animal enough to want to fuck a woman there!
She knew with a dread certainty that he would tear her apart if he forced his huge cock up inside her virginal rectal passage. She was sick with fear at the idea of the attack that was about to take place-that she was about to have her puckered asshole ripped apart!
Al leered down at the cowering girl and seized the soft white mounds of her buttocks harshly in his hands. Judy moaned again and clenched them together, but he dug his fingers into the pliant meat until she realized that resistance would only bring her more pain and agony. It was best to surrender to him and let him spread her buttock-mounds as far apart as he wished. Gritting her teeth, the nakedly cringing wife tried to prepare herself for the horror to come.
The lust-crazed man whistled in appreciation as the tight brown circle of her lewdly exposed little anus was offered to his beady eyes. Experimentally, he thrust at the fearfully contracting ring with his outstretched middle finger. Judy jerked forward and cried out as she felt him intrude harshly into the tight rubbery opening. She was humiliated to the very depths of her soul at the thought of being raped there, and she cursed herself for letting herself get into this obscene predicament. She pressed her pelvis hard into the carpet, trying to escape the finger relentlessly probing into her rectal depths from behind, but it was useless, for he drove forward suddenly, sinking it in up to the first knuckle.
"AAAAAAIIIEEEEE!" she screamed, throwing her head back and crying out from the hideous pain as a stinging, burning sensation shot through her rectal passage. Involuntarily, her asscheeks clenched together tightly and trapped his hand between them.
"Open it, bitch!" he commanded cruelly, slapping her harshly on the buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all of his strength with the other until his finger broke through the useless resistance and went in past the second knuckle.
Judy wailed in agony, but her piteous cries were almost drowned out by the two rapist's grunts and cries of excitement. Searing flashes of unbearable pain tore through her rear passage and up her spine like hot bullets as he mercilessly drove his stiffened finger into her tiny anus, widening it, stretching it, preparing it for the greater entry to come.
With his other hand, Al began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, eager now to skewer the defenseless young woman spread-eagled on her belly in front of him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with the thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge, bulbous head, and aimed the thickly rigid shaft directly at the tightly puckered little hole, now partially widened from the rummaging of his brutal finger.
Opening her naked trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a huge gob of spit on the tiny reddened hole, he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body onto her back, his massively throbbing cock sliding along the sweat and spit dampened crevice until the tip rested just up against the tiny ring.
Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed forward with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-bloated cock straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly, he bore down on her, forcing his swollen cockhead cruelly forward and into the fiercely resisting circle of her anal sphincter.
"Give it to her, man, shoving that fucking thing in up to her goddamned mouth!" Cal urged loudly.
"NOOOOOOOOO! AAAAARRRGGGHHHH! IT HURTS ... OH GOD, TAKE IT OUT ... TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed as he forced his way into her tightly clenched young rectal depths. Her back passage felt as though it would split apart from the inhumanly huge object being thrust up inside her. Never had she experienced such pain! Her whole young body convulsed in agony, and she was certain that she would die before it was over.
But a warning voice in the back of her reeling brain told her that she had to cooperate with him, had to allow him this sadistic pleasure. Moaning with despair, praying that it would soon be over, she numbly accepted the humiliating skewering of her pain-racked backside as he continued to drive his long prick more deeply with unrelenting cruelty.
The other man watched with mounting excitement as his friend's prick disappeared into the young wife's tightly clasping rectal depths. He loved to see some sweet young bitch like her being raped, and his corrupt mind thrilled as he realized that soon he would be getting pleasure from her too. Each agonized cry from the enslaved wife made him tremble with excitement as the thought of shoving his own huge prick up into her cunt while Al fucked her from the rear.
"That's it, man, give it to her ... make the little bitch scream!" he giggled maniacally, grabbing his own prick and jerking it up and down in time with the way his partner was fucking into the girl's ravaged asshole.
"EEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!" the young blonde victim wailed in agony as the man's massively swollen cock finally hammered all the way into her painfully cringing rectal depths.
"Just the way I like 'em, baby," he snarled. "Nice and tight!"
He reached down and pulled her to her knees, bending her abused body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her painfully stretched opening with long, smooth strokes, bringing groans of torture and humiliation from her pain-contorted lips each time he thrust forward.
Cal was impatient to join the obscene game now, and he called out to his furiously fucking friend: "Turn her over on her side so I can join the fucking party, man!"
Al grinned and locked his hands tightly around Judy's hips, rolling her over on her side, his wildly throbbing cock still embedded deeply up inside the young woman's hotly quivering anus. She moaned as she lay on her side, her back pressed against his hairy, sweating stomach and chest.
Cal lost no time in pulling the young wife's leg up, exposing her moistly twitching cuntal slit completely. Quickly lying down, facing her, he grasped his throbbing cock and guided it swiftly into her tortured cunt. With a deep groan of savage pleasure, he rammed forward with all his brutal strength, watching his long, hard shaft disappear deep up inside her impaled pussy, joining his friend's cock already buried in her stretched and burning rectal depths.
Judy lay moaning and sobbing uncontrollably from the pain and almost unbearable shame, pinioned between the two crudely fucking males, with only the thin membrane of flesh between her anus and her pussy to separate the two viciously plunging pricks.
She closed her eyes tightly so she would not have to see the cruel, vicious expression on her newest tormentor's face.
Cal lost no time in matching his friend's frenzied thrusts as he began to fuck into Judy's wildly throbbing cunt. He was excited nearly to the bursting point from watching Al's sadistic rape of her asshole, and he bore into her with mercilessly pounding strokes from the front, while the other man continued his cruelly knifing blows into the depths of her widely stretched asscheeks from behind.
The tortured young victim's twin passages up between her lewdly splayed thighs were stretched almost beyond endurance by the two thick rods of hot male meat pounding into her flesh, and every inch of her luscious, naked body throbbed with stinging, torturous pain. Yet, deep in her loins, a strange sensation began to grow, faint thrills of unwanted pleasure that grew stronger and stronger with each ramming stroke from the front and back.
Unbelievably, from the depths of her shame and humiliation, another, deeper feeling once again surged wildly to life, just as it had so many times in the past week. At once Judy recognized the return of the alien, bestial passion that had thunderingly overruled her moral sense and enveloped her in pure animal excitement. Her nakedly tingling flesh began to ripple with it, and the nerve endings of her body became heatedly alive as the currents of unconscious desire began to grow into tidal waves of masochistic delight, sweeping through her and obliterating her fear and shame.
She was beginning to enjoy this depravity, and though she clenched her teeth and tried with all her might to overcome the savage thrills, it was no use. An overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her lust-fevered body and scattered in its wake the last traces of her rational mind.
The thrilling new sensations mingled with the sharply wrenching pain, fed excitedly by the still potent effects of the whiskey she had been forced to drink earlier. Her entire young body shook with barbaric passion and, with a deep groan of complete surrender, she suddenly gave in to its irresistible force. Her cock-ravaged young body began to twist and writhe shamelessly between the two rapidly fucking males as a raging storm of torturous delight swirled up from the depths of her very-soul and charged the astonished wife with intensified sexual excitement.
Her hips moved eagerly backward to meet the man named Al's brutally thrusting cock with her now hungry and absorbing rectum, then plunged forward to suck in the whole of Cal's rapidly burrowing prick deep up inside her greedily swallowing cunt. She undulated wildly between the two hard male bodies in an unexpected ecstasy of bestial sensuality, lost to the frenzy of her own body's deep needs.
"OOOOHHHH YESSSSS, FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! I WANT IT ... I WANT YOU BOTH TO FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. For a moment she was startled to hear her own voice articulating such obscene thoughts. She could scarcely believe that she was loving this horrible rape of her mind and body. Yet she couldn't deny the truth of what her demanding flesh was feeling, and she screamed again, this time even louder:
"OOOOHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD! HARDER! HARDER, YOU DIRTY MOTHER-FUCKERS! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOTTTTTTTTT!"
* * *
Jim Northrup raced home at breakneck speed, praying that he wouldn't be seen by any cruising police car. A cold sweat had broken out on his forehead as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. The car careened around corners, his tires squealing in protest as rubber was burned off from the erratic speed and maneuvers.
He braked his car to a stop in front of the house, startled to see the unfamiliar sedan parked there. Quickly grabbed the gun he kept in the glove compartment, he raced up the front walk, then, stopping cold in his tracks, he changed direction and went around to the kitchen door.
Opening it quietly, he slipped into the kitchen, standing there, holding his breath. He could hear groans and cries that could mean only one thing: Someone was getting fucked in the living room-and that someone was his wife! His hand tightened around the pistol as he moved quickly to the doorway of the front room. Then, his body-trembling with suppressed rage, he peered into the room.
And what he saw made him nearly scream out in agony!
His wife was sandwiched between two hungrily fucking males, and they were screwing her shamelessly in the ass and pussy. His mind could scarcely contain the overwhelming shock he experienced at seeing the beautiful young blonde madly copulating on the floor. But that shock was as nothing compared to the words he heard from her lust-contorted mouth.
"Fuck meeeeeeeee, you sweet bastards, you!" she wailed, her long blond hair tossing wildly as she flailed her head back and forth in wanton excitement. "More ... oh Jesus, harder ... harder ... oooohhhhhhhh, I want every fucking inch you've got!"
"You dirty bitch! he thought bitterly to himself. All that crap about how guilty I should feel for screwing some pickup! And you're lying there moaning and wriggling like a bitch in heat while two men fuck you! Oh, you rotten cock-sucking bitch!
Everything in him wanted to lunge forward into the living room and tear the two men from his faithless wife's body, to beat them senseless, to put bullets into their goddamned flesh and kill them! And he wanted the same fate for his adulterous wife! Yet something kept him from doing that-some nagging voice in the back of his brain. If he killed them all it would be he who would spend the rest of his life in prison. The popular notion that a man could kill his wife's lovers and then be set free with the congratulations of the community was a myth! But how long could he stand there and watch his wife being fucked so obscenely, watching her loving the gigantic cocks ripping in and out of her tight pussy and asshole?
He retreated into the kitchen, leaning against the wall in despair, his face a mask of tortured and stunned disbelief. His marriage was over, completely over! He had been hideously betrayed by his hypocritical wife!
And she was going to pay for the obscene pain she had inflicted upon him.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Judy was out of her mind with seething pleasure brought on by the rampaging double fucking she was getting. She moaned excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater depths of lust ecstasy. She was coming ... coming uncontrollably, and her wildly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing flood of spicy juices that nearly drove her mad with delight. Her eyes rolled upward in her head and her wantonly writhing body was delirious with rapture as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" she screamed helplessly, feeling the two gigantic rods pummeling her asshole and pussy. "OH GOD, I'M COMING AGAIN "
Hearing her ecstatic cries, Jim was staggered to the very depths of his being. And amazingly, although he was still insane with outrage, he felt his impotent cock throb faintly at her cry of utter sensual abandon. He looked down, shocked to see the swelling lump of male meat come alive as he seethed with a strange mixture of hatred and excitement, slowly peering around the doorway so that he could watch his unfaithful wife's orgasmic throes of pure animal rapture.
The two wildly fucking men, caught up in the overwhelming excitement, began pumping harder, their two massively inflated cocks becoming even thicker with raw masculine power as they fucked into her, front and back, searing the twin channels of her loins like two huge battering rams, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of the ravishingly beautiful woman pressed hotly between their hard male bodies.
"OH CHRIST, I'M C-C-COMING, TOO!" Cal shouted as his sperm-bloated balls began to tighten and then erupt under the unbearable pressure. "UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
His body jerked spasmodically as he suddenly spurted wave after wave of white-hot come into Judy's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep, guttural groans and filling her with his scalding semen.
Looking around the doorway from the kitchen, Jim's eyes were riveted to the obscene sight, and his cock was now fully erect-hard and gigantic-pulsing and throbbing as it hadn't done in months. Although he struggled to deny it, there was something deeply exciting about seeing his lovely young wife being ravished by her two lovers. He could clearly see the one man's massive cock splitting apart the clenching, hairless opening between her buttocks, and he yearned to shove his own monstrous cock up into that sweetly clenching channel and punish her in the same way. The more he watched and listened, the harder his prick became, until he was trembling with furious lust.
Al was nearing his own climax, and he began to knife his hard prick forward into Judy's greedily clutching anal opening like a thundering cannon. His enormously swollen balls could no longer contain his wildly churning come and thickly boiling semen soon traveled up the massive length of his lewdly boiling semen soon travelled up the massive length of his lewdly thrusting cock and burst through the dilated slit into the dark interior of the incoherent young wife's forever stretched rectum, filling her with a radiant burst of heated moisture that enhanced her already delirious lust.
"Oh God ... oh God ... don't stop ... don't stop!" she screeched, loving the way her bowels were being filled by the delicious male juices.
On and on it came until, finally, Cal pulled his exhausted, come-oozing prick out of her pussy and rolled away. Al completed his last few strokes and then, completely drained of his male liquids, he too eased his softening cock out of her still-throbbing asshole with a lewd, wet plop, leaving the obscenely ravaged housewife lying in a tangled heap on the soft carpet.
And Jim knew he couldn't wait another moment for his revenge!
"Don't move you dirty, miserable mother-fuckers!" he shouted loudly, springing into the room, his pistol pointed down at the two startled men.
Gasping with shock, Judy looked up to find herself staring at her husband, a burning expression of violent rage on his outraged face.
"Jim!" she cried out, her face burning with shame and embarrassment at having him see her total degradation. "Oh my God!"
He ignored her for the moment, moving quickly over to where the two startled men were tensing and preparing to jump up from the floor.
"Make one fucking move and I'll kill you ... I swear to God, I will!" Jim snarled, almost overwhelmed with the need to tighten his finger on the trigger of the' gun and blow away the smirks from their ugly faces.
Aiming his gun at them, he reached down and scooped up their trousers, pulling a wallet from each, opening it for a moment and then smiling grimly as he stuffed them into his own pocket.
"All right, you dirty whore-mongers!" he spat out, barely able to control himself. "I know who you are now ... and I'm going to come looking for you as soon as I finish with this goddamned bitch! Go on, get out of here ... and pray you can get far enough away from this town before I kill you both!"
"Hey, wait a minute, buddy," Cal said nervously, his terror-stricken eyes never leaving the swaying gun barrel. "We didn't do nothing she didn't want! Man, I got proof that she's a nympho bitch! Just let me . .
He was reaching for the tape recorder when he felt the cold steel of the barrel smashing into his head, sending him crashing to the floor again, his face split open like a rotten melon.
"Jesus! Don't kill us!" Al whined, cringing naked on the floor, afraid that at any moment he would be shot.
"You've got ten seconds to pick up your goddamned buddy and get out," Jim said menacingly, wanting to kill both men, wanting to turn the gun on his wife afterwards, but knowing that he had to control himself.
Al scrambled over to where his clothing lay, but he was stopped by Jim's outraged voice before he could pull on anything but his shorts.
"That's enough, mother-fucker!" the young husband shrieked. "You go out of here just like that! You've wasted three seconds, you prick ... seven ... six ... five ... four ... three...."
The horror-filled man grabbed his friend's feet and began pulling him toward the doorway while Jim continued to count. Then, almost naked, Cal completely nude, with scarlet blood streaming down over his unconscious face and chest, Al pulled the door open and began struggling down the front walk with his bloody friend toward his car.
Jim walked over to the door and pulled it open again.
"Just remember, man, I'm coming after you ... and I'll blow your fucking heads off on sight!" he called out to the frantically struggling man in front of him. "Get your ass out of town right fucking now if you don't want that to happen!"
He slammed the door and walked back over to Judy.
"You fucking bitch!" he snarled down at her, his cock raging and hard under his greasy work-pants. "You goddamned, fucking, lying little whore! All that shit you gave me last night ... all that garbage about you being so fucking pure and me the rotten bastard who was playing around! What an act! And all the time you spreading your goddamned legs for every prick in town!"
Judy couldn't control the flood of tears that suddenly erupted in her eyes and coursed down her cheeks at the contempt and rage in his voice. Her heart thudded hotly in her naked breasts, and her stomach churned as if she would throw up at any moment.
He had seen everything-seen her helpless body being fucked by the two men-one hard cock thrusting in and out of her ravaged asshole, the other in her moistly trembling cunt! And he had heard her screams of ecstasy! Her only hope lay in trying to explain what had happened-to throw herself on his mercy before he shot her!
"Oh, Jim," she pleaded, "I know how horrible it all looks, but I can explain ... those men came here and raped me ... they forced their way into the house and did all those awful things to me ... I tried to fight them, but they ... they...."
A short burst of cynical laughter from Jim's lips cut off the rest of her words.
"Yeh, it sure looked and sounded like you was being raped!" he spat out at her. "You were like a goddamned animal ... a fucking nympho! Jesus, and to think that I ever saw you as a sweet, loving, innocent broad! My God, I can't get it out of my mind! That bastard screwing your asshole and you screaming for morel I ought to blow your fucking brains out, you whoring cunt!"
His voice was shaking with anger, and he punctuated his final sentence by reaching down and slapping his terrified wife as hard as he could across her face, causing her to scream out in agony and fright.
Then, worse yet, he harshly grabbed one of her huge breasts, pinching her raw and aching nipples cruelly between his thumb and forefinger.
"You like it in the ass, huh?" he sneered. "You get all hot and bothered when you feel a hot cock up inside your asshole, is that it? How come you never told me about your goddamned sick desires, baby? Huh, how come?"
"I ... I ... I...."
"You weren't short of words a few minutes ago, cunt!" he screamed at her, almost pulling one of her agonized nipples off her chest. "What was it you was hollering? Oh, yeh ... he paused, beginning to mimic his wife's lust-charged voice, "....oh, fuck me in the ass, darling, harder ... that's it ... that's what I love ... that's what my stupid husband never did to me!
She bowed her head in abject humiliation at the shameful words as he slipped one hand down to the still moistly-quivering flesh between her thighs and ran his finger teasingly over her red and swollen crotch. She knew that she deserved everything he said, and that all she could do was to take his verbal and physical assault without complaint.
"Well, what about it?" he snarled. "Did you get your rocks off with that guy screwing your asshole? Don't lie to me, bitch ... I heard you screaming and begging for it ... acting like a goddamned whore!"
"Please, Jim ... let me explain ... let me explain...." she pleaded, suddenly looking up at him, her eyes widening as she saw him pulling his cock out of his fly.
A shiver of shock ran through her whole naked body as she realized that the male weapon in his hand was no longer incapable of erection. To the contrary, the gigantic rod seemed enormous, larger than she had ever remembered it being. Throbbing and pulsing heatedly, the blue, rope-like veins pumped heated blood through the massive shaft as he skinned back the foreskin, letting her see the huge, purplish knob.
It seemed a cruel irony that his impotence was gone.
But at a terrible price-a terrible price, indeed!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim slowly stepped back a pace, letting his eyes roam boldly over the nakedly revealed flesh of his wife's body, taking in the pointed fullness of her voluptuously rounded breasts, whose nipples stood out in quivering hardness from the milk-white mounds, the graceful curves of her tight little belly and roundly flaring hips, and the tangled, wet mound of her pubic hair that guarded the pink slit between her long legs.
His stomach was turning with a painful mixture of hatred and desire for her beautiful body, the body she had been whoring around. His mind was consumed with a blinding rage as he remembered his shock at seeing her between the two men.
He wanted to cry, and at the same time he wanted to kill her, to beat her lying, cheating feminine softness to a quivering pulp. No one would blame him, even though they would probably send him to prison for the rest of his life.
But he knew that he wouldn't do that. If this obscene memory was going to be branded-with all its pain and humiliation-forever into his brain, he would see that she suffered, too-suffered as much as he did!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. Peeling off three singles, he tossed them down at her feet.
"W-w-what's this?" she asked in a whisper.
"I always pay my whores," he sneered sarcastically, still fingering his swollen, lust-bloated cock. "And, since you're nothing but a goddamned slut, I'm going to pay you for the ass I get from now on! Pick it up, baby!"
She grabbed the money in her trembling fingers. "Okay, cunt, get over here, I want to see what I get for my money!"
He sprawled down on the couch and grabbed the half-empty bottle of bourbon from the floor, swigging down a mouthful as he fondled his cock and balls. Judy crept over to him, then stood up when he ordered. "Spread your legs, bitch!"
Shaking with shame, the lovely young wife did as she was told. Her mind was almost numb with all that she had been through. She had thought that there was nothing in the world worse than the treatment the two brutal men had subjected her to. But nothing they had done could compare to the total degradation she felt now.
Cruelly, Jim reached up and inserted two fingers into her wetly clenching cuntal canal, driving them upwards so that the walls burned with the sharp pain. He rotated them harshly, deliberately pressing deeper into her already semen-flooded depths. She winced with embarrassment and agony as she felt him probing the slickened interior without mercy.
Oblivious to her feelings, Jim pulled her roughly forward, using her lewdly opened pussy like a handle, until her cunt was only inches from his face. Withdrawing his fingers, he gripped the round half-moons of her buttocks and buried his fingers up against the cringing, forever-stretched opening of her anus.
Deftly he worked one of them around the tiny orifice, expertly arousing it, teasing it, sending tremors of reaction through her whole lower body. Involuntarily, she felt her thighs trembling with lust. It seemed impossible that it could happen again-but it was! Her body was beginning to respond just as it had with the brutal man who had ravaged her asshole.
Jim could feel her mounting excitement and he continued to cruelly tease her crotch and rectum, savoring the hot tears that flowed down her flushed cheeks.
"You really like it, don't you, you whoring cunt?" he shouted up at her. "All these months since we were married and I didn't even know how much you like your asshole reamed out! Okay, slut, I'll try that myself! Go on, get into the fucking bedroom!"
Once inside the bedroom, Jim ordered her to lie down on the bed on her stomach. "Go on, bitch, finger-fuck yourself while I get undressed. And shove one of your fingers in your ass since you love it so much!"
"No ... I can't ... I can't!" she moaned in protest.
Suddenly he pulled his belt free of his trousers and lashed the rough surface down over her helplessly exposed buttocks.
"OOOOOOWWWWWW!" she screamed, trying to pull away from the excruciating pain. He was towering nakedly above her now, the swollen shaft of his gigantic cock bobbing and jerking against his hairy stomach.
"Turn around so you can see your goddamned whore's face in the mirror!" he demanded, climbing up onto the bed behind her.
In the mirror across the room, Judy could see her enraged husband reach down and cruelly pull apart the softly pliant cheeks of her ass.
In spite of his rage, the young husband's eyes roved wildly over his unfaithful wife's smooth body. He groaned at the memories of his wife's cunt and asshole being filled with other men's pricks. The memories only served to incense him even more.
Dropping onto his knees behind her, forcing her shapely thighs apart, he grabbed his huge prick and aimed it at the come-smeared hole between her asscheeks.
Her head hung down, her long blonde hair falling in front of her misery-filled face. Suddenly the revenge-consumed service station operator reached over and grabbed a handful of the shimmering blond hair and pulled her head backwards cruelly, forcing her to confront her image in the mirror.
"I said look at yourself, bitch!" he commanded. "See what a goddamned slut you really are!"
She did as she was told, hating him, hating herself, hating the whole damned world!
"I never fucked a broad who had another guy's come oozing out of her asshole before," he snarled. "Maybe it's better this way ... at least I don't have to worry about your asshole being all gooey and lubricated for me, huh, bitch?"
Her face burned with shame and she wanted to die.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt Jim's huge prick nudging against her pain-filled rectal opening. There was nothing tender or gentle about his movements, only hate and lust motivated him now.
She tensed, waiting for the assault that was sure to come.
Still holding her hair tightly with one hand, Jim savagely thrust forward, impaling the tightly puckered hole with his monstrous cock. He pressed forward again, allowing more of the heated pole to slide up into her ravaged ass.
She flinched as his prick filled her. This time there was no pain-the other man's slippery come had taken care of that. But the humiliation and degradation she felt was horrible.
He continued to inch his way into her torturously widening rectum. Then, using his free hand to slid down into her gaping cunt, he began massaging the swollen stub of her clitoris while he bore relentlessly up into her asshole with his cock.
"Like it, bitch?" he called out in a sarcastic voice, feeling rivulets of heated female juice flowing down around his fingers. Suddenly her cunt was contracting around his hand in response to the erotic manipulations, and he smiled bitterly.
"Yes ... yessssss...." she cried out helplessly, her pelvis muscles lurching wildly as hot sensations of renewed pleasure surged through her loins. "Aaaaaahhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh...." she moaned as his lewdly questing fingers sought out the swollen clitoris and sent unbearable shivers of rapture racing through the bundle of nerve endings. At the same time, Jim's huge cock was filling every inch of her asshole and rectum, stuffing her, widening her, making her tremble with lust.
The maddening mixture of lewd ecstasy and humiliation was doing its work again, just as it had earlier, and despite the degradation of her position, with her lewdly upthrust buttocks waving defenselessly in the air as her husband's cock sawed into her bottom, she once more found herself unable to fight down the obscene delight that made her body flush with hotly quaking pleasure.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh," she grunted, pressing her ass backwards and taking his rigidly hard prick even further up into the steaming depths of her rectum.
"You're a dirty whore, right?" he asked cruelly.
"Yessssss...." she hissed.
"A rotten, cock-sucking slut!"
"Oh, yes ... yesss ... yessssss!"
"I ought to kill you, you rotten, disgusting cunt!" he sneered angrily. "But I won't! No, baby, you're going to suffer for as long as I do! I'm going to make you sorry you ever thought about screwing anyone else ... and when I'm through with you, you'll wish you were dead, understand?"
"Yes ... oh God, yes!" she screamed, feeling her whole body being consumed by a deep need for punishment. She knew in the depths of her soul that one day Jim would forget the obscene and horrible memories of what she had done to him. She would stay with him and make up for all the wrongs she had inflicted, no matter how difficult it would be. She would love him and serve him in any way he wanted-no matter how shameful and degrading his demands. And, she prayed silently, someone we can forget all this horror and depravity.
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned. "Fuck my asshole and hurt me ... make me pay for all the things I've done! Fuck me like no one's ever fucked me before! Please, Jim, please ... no one in the whole world can make me feel as good as you do when you fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Her words, combined with the sudden contraction of her steaming rectal flesh around his gigantic rod, exploded in his lust-and-revenged fevered mind like a bursting cannon.
She began fucking her buttocks back at him furiously, drawing his cock up into the rubbery canal, holding him there, milking up the scalding juices from his testicles, rotating her pelvis like a bitch in heat, spreading her legs wider for him, clenching her hairless asshole around his huge prick and sending flashes of pure, sweet rapture through his whole body.
"Oh, Jim, I love you so much!" she screamed out of control. "Give me everything you've got ... I'll never want another man again, darling! But fuck me ... harder, harder ... HARDERRRRRRRRR!"
And suddenly all of his outrage was gone as he realized instinctively that she was telling the truth. Never again would he have to worry about her straying as long as he gave her all of the wild and orgiastic sex that she needed. He was even ready to admit now that perhaps it was partially his fault for forcing her into adultery.
But that was all in the past. Now the future was opening up to them just as her asshole flowered open as she drove her buttocks backwards and enveloped more of his hot male hardness up inside her steaming rectum.
And he began fucking her has hard as he had ever fucked a woman in his life!
