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The Sensuous Search
Chapter 1
Mrs. Sue Fletcher was napping on the couch, so she didn't
hear the large man enter the house through the kitchen door. He
was feeling her up before she realized her privacy had been
invaded. When her eyes fluttered open, he was leaning over her.
He had a big work-callused hand between her legs and was cupping
her crotch.
"About time you woke up, Sleeping Beauty," he slurred,
leering down at her with an obscene expression on his beard-
stubbled face. His hot breath fairly reeked with whiskey.
"Ohmygod!" Sue gasped.
It was a warm spring day. Housework had made her hot and
sweaty so, being alone, she had stripped down to her sheer nylon
panties before lying down to rest. Out of modesty and fear, she
attempted to cover her exposed breasts with her hands.
Instinctively trying to protect her virtue, the young bride
clamped shut her long, shapely legs. This only trapped the man's
brazen hand between her creamy thighs and locked it tighter
against her scantily clad groin.
"What are you doing here," she yelped, "at this ti-time of
the day?"
"Feeling your cunt, you sexy little wench," he said,
increasing the pressure until she could feel the tips of his
lewdly probing fingers stuffing the narrow strip of nylon into her
crack.
"You're drunk!" she accused, forgetting her tits as she
grabbed his muscular forearm and shoved futilely at it with all
her might, which wasn't much because she was recuperating from a
miscarriage and was still rather weak.
"Guess I am a little under the influence," he admitted,
keeping at her. "Finished that remodeling job ahead of schedule.
Me and the boys had a few to celebrate. Want some pussy now.
Some of your pussy, Suzy baby. Open them legs and let old Hub pet
that pretty little muff."
"No, Hub, don't," she whined, trying to reason with him. He
was her stepfather-in-law. Her husband's mother was dead. She
and Doug had moved in with his stepdad because Doug was attending
college on the G.I. Bill and Sue had had to quit her job due to
pregnancy. Hub had agreed to give the room and board in return
for Sue's housekeeping services. "You mustn't treat me this way,
Hub!"
He hooked his powerful fingers under the secretion band of
her nylon panties and yanked them down to her knees.
"Hub, no! Please! What's come over you? I'm your daughter-
in-law! Your son's wife!"
"My stepson's wife," he corrected, whisking her underpants on
down her legs and tugging them off over her flailing feet.
"There's no blood relation between Doug and me. Wouldn't bother
me none right now even if there was. Hot damn, just look at you.
Only nineteen and pretty as they come. You're real tender stuff,
Suzy baby. Come on now, be good to me. I ain't had no teen-age
twat in years and years."
He flung away her panties, leaving her completely naked. She
was still groggy from her nap, sort of dazed and confused. This
sordid happening didn't seem real. Even as he pried her legs
apart and started fondling her privates flesh to flesh, she still
couldn't believe that her husband's stepfather would actually
treat her in such a grossly vulgar manner. Oh, she knew he'd been
lusting after her, all right, from the way she'd caught him
looking at her when he thought no one noticed, but she'd never
dreamed he would ever really try anything with her.
"Hub, you'd better stop it," she warned him icily. "I'll tell
Doug."
"Think I give a crap?" he hooted, grinning lewdly as he held
her down and probed the end of his thick middle finger into the
moist warmth of her furry slot. "Tell him. If he don't like it,
the two of you can move to hell out."
"Ooooh," she whimpered, as his knobby-knuckled finger
embedded itself into her defenseless vagina. "Hub, you ... you
know we can't move out. We're broke, and we've got all those
medical bills to pay!"
She could tell by his lecherous expression that pleading
would do no good. Struggling didn't, either. Hub was a big,
rough-cut man, six-foot-two, with the strength of a bull. He was
a contractor who'd worked with his hands all his life. He could
toss sacks of cement around like they weighed nothing.
When Sue slapped him in desperation, he slapped her back and
then imprisoned both her wrists in one of his hamlike hands.
There was nothing she could do but lie there and let him abuse
her. Tears of shame and humiliation overflowed her eyes as he
held her helpless and stroked his knobby finger in and out of the
feminine slit between her legs.
"Oh, please, Hub ... nooh ... please don't," she begged,
blinking piteously up at him. "Leave me alone, damn it!"
"You've paraded that cute little ass in front of me once too
often, baby. The teasing's over. It's time to pay up."
"I never teased you!" she wailed, attempting to scoot up and
disimpale herself from his passion-provoking finger. She had to
get free of it, because his indecent manipulations were getting to
her against her will.
"Bullshit, you never teased me," he barked. "How about all
the times you've sashayed around in them shortie nightgowns,
switching your bottom and rolling them baby-blue eyes my way?"
"I-I ..." her voice trailed off. She couldn't deny his
accusation. Her only defense was a plaintive whine of, "I just
didn't th-think. I never did it to tease you. I didn't, I
didn't! Honest, I didn't!"
"The devil you didn't. Maybe you didn't realize how you were
affecting me, but I think you did. No matter now. You've got my
tongue hanging out, whether you meant to do it or not, you little
cock-teaser, and I mean to cut me a piece of you, here and now!"
"But Doug!"
"Piss on Doug!"
In addition to finger-fucking her, he leaned over and orally
engulfed one of her tender pink nipples. His lips tightened
around the tumescent aureole and he sucked down hard, scrubbing
the sensitive nipple itself with the roughened upper surface of
his tongue. The wet heat of his hungrily suctioning mouth sent an
unwanted thrill arching through her.
"Ooooh ... oh, nooh," she pleaded, thrashing about in a
desperate attempt to break free.
It was no use. Her strength didn't compare to his. He
overpowered her and held her defenseless as he went from one
erogenous coral cone to the other, pleasuring them with his mouth
while his thick finger jabbed incessantly within her responsively
secreting gap.
Sue couldn't help responding. She didn't want to be
unfaithful to Doug, but his stepfather was working her up against
her will. He had her panting for breath. He was making her pussy
juicy and slick. When he had her good and hot, he stood up and
dropped his pants and shorts.
"Take a look at it, Suzy." He skinned back his huge prick
and brandished it at her. "You ever had a prong this size, little
girl?"
"No, never," she gasped. She'd been a virgin bride. Her
husband's was the only peter she'd had, and Doug's was puny
compared to his stepdad's. Hub's was half again as long and
nearly twice as big around. Sue couldn't take her shocked eyes
off it. "You're hung like a ... like a horse!"
"Yeah, heh, heh, and you want it too, don't you? Crammed
right up into that hot little belly of yours."
"Oh, no," she whined, shaking her head. "Oh, Jesus, no!"
"Well, that's tough shit, cock-teaser, because you're gonna
get it anyway," he growled, stepping out of his pants and shorts
and kicking them across the floor.
Sue leaped off the couch, thinking that if she could get to
her and Doug's bedroom and lock herself inside, she would be safe.
Hub was drunk and horny, half out of his skull, but surely he
wouldn't break down a locked door to get at her, Sue reasoned.
Perhaps he wouldn't have, if she had got to her room, only
she didn't make it to there. He caught her by the wrist and flung
her back down onto the couch.
"OhdearGod!" she yelped, springing back up, her eyes wide
with terror.
She tried to dash past him but he caught her again. This
time instead of flinging her back onto the couch, he wrestled her
down onto it. His lust-twisted visage loomed menacingly above
her. She clamped shut her legs but he wedged his knees between
hers and pried them apart.
"No! Stop it! Don't, Hub! No, goddamn it, NO!" she wailed,
reaching down between her legs, clapping both hands over her pussy
in a desperate attempt to protect it.
Hub's eyes were glassy now. He was snorting like a bull. As
if she had no strength at all, he grabbed her wrists, jerked up
her arms and pinned her hands to the couch cushion beside her
shoulders.
"Turn me loose!" she whined piteously, thrashing about in a
frantic effort to avoid being penetrated by him. "Don't rape me!
Please don't rape me!"
When she felt the feverish glans of his massive organ
brushing the insides of her thighs, Sue panicked. Her heart
skipped a beat and then began pounding wildly against her heaving
rib cage. The soles of her bare feet shoved down at the couch.
She hurled herself upward, attempting to arch her back and buck
him off her. Again and again she tried, but she couldn't budge
him. Whereas Sue was only five foot four, 118 pounds of soft and
curvaceous femininity, Hub stood over six feet tall and was 220
pounds of solid muscle. When Sue fell back winded and weak, all
her frenzied struggling had bought her was another moment of
purity.
Adding insult to injury, he laughed at her and told her she
was a silly little bitch. Sue burst into tears. She'd never felt
so helpless and humiliated in all her life. In a last-ditch
effort to free herself, she instinctively lunged at his hairy
forearm and sank her teeth into it, trying to bite a hunk out of
him.
He howled with the pain of it. Her teeth had broken the
skin. She could taste his blood. Instead of deterring him,
however, this turned him into even more of an animal. He squeezed
her wrists so hard that Sue feared he might pinch her hands right
off her arms. She could feel the gristly head of his rampant
erection poking erratically at her groin, trying to bore its own
hole since it couldn't locate the one nature had put there.
Then the blind eye of his demanding member found its target.
She whimpered. Her teeth lost their grip on his bleeding forearm
as she felt the stretching pain of the in-boring knob. He worked
about two-thirds of the huge cockhead into her too small gap and
then he hunched her brutally, plunging the rest of his over-sized
phallus into her with one viciously impaling lunge.
"AARGH!" Sue screamed, her mouth flying open and her head
falling back. "IT HURTS! OH, DEAR GOD, DEAR GODDD!!"
"Serves you right!" he hissed, fucking into her hard and fast
from the very start. "You brought the blood! Goddamn you, I'll
teach you to bite me like that!"
He powered the pole to her. His hairy buttocks jerked
spastically up and down, as if he meant to pound a hole through
the small of her back with the hard peen of his punishing hammer.
"Let up!" she gasped, wincing, cringing, making fists. "Oh,
please, please ... not so hard! You're ki-killing me!"
There was no mercy in him. A hard prick has no conscience,
and besides, he wanted to hurt her to pay her back for biting him.
He was drunk and horny enough not to give a damn about the
consequences of forcing his lustful attentions on his pretty young
stepdaughter-in-law. She had a tight, hot little cunt on her.
Now that he was into her, he wouldn't be coming out until he'd
emptied that big rusty load from his aching balls into the very
depths of her heaving belly.
Sue's head snapped from side to side. She bit her lip. Her
fingernails dug into her palms as she made tight fists against the
pain and indignity of this vulgar sexual assault upon her innocent
body. How could he abuse her this way? Her own husband's
stepfather! If he didn't kill her with his penis, she was sure
she would die from the shame of it.
And then, much to Sue's dismay, the terrible pain of being
penetrated by so formidable a weapon ebbed swiftly away. He was
still hurting her, only now it was starting to hurt good!
"Oh, nooh," she wailed, trying to deny the bursts of pleasure
that his incessantly stabbing rod sent rippling up her spine.
It was no use. The unwanted pleasure was every bit as real
as the pain it was crowding out of her violated loins, and it was
mushrooming rapidly. Instead of cringing, as it had at first, her
well-rounded bottom began squirming sensually now. She tried to
lie still - telling herself she was being raped and there was
nothing she could do about it - but lying still soon became a
physical impossibility. Her Judas loins began undulating.
"Getting good to you, is it?" he slurred.
Sue gritted her teeth. She squinted shut her eyes and shook
her head no. But it was getting good to her. Not only was he
taking her against her will, he was making her like it, too! Sue
didn't dare let him know it. Admitting it to herself was bad
enough, for this betrayal by her body made her feel so cheap and
dirty that she wished she could die.
He guffawed and kept right on riding her like a stallion
stud-servicing an unwilling broodmare. Her facial expression
changed and, a moment later, her eyelids blinked open reluctantly.
She gazed up at him through eyes that were turning as glassy as
his.
"You know you've got a cock in you ... don't you, Suzy baby?"
She nodded dumbly. The room seemed to be revolving luridly
around her. It was difficult for her to breathe. Her desire was
taking her over, wresting control of her feverish body away from
her numbed mind. The muscles in her legs were twitching. She
wanted to scream. Her hips were lifting toward him and she
couldn't stop them.
"Your twat's getting nice and juicy now," he said. "That's
it, throw it up to me. Go on. Oh, yeah, yeah! Tell me you don't
like it now!"
"You bastard," she hissed, as she gave in to the overwhelming
urge and started humping it up to him. "You dirty, no-good heel!"
"Getting to you, am I? Yeah, I can tell I am, so you might
as well admit it. Come on, admit it. You don't have to say
anything, just grunt like the sexy pig you are.
"Don't talk to me that way," she sobbed, shedding bitter
tears of shame and guilt even as she coiled her legs around his
and started working with him. "I can't help myself! I can't, I
can't! Oh, Lord Jesus, wha-what are you doing to me?!"
"Fucking you, he chortled. "And you like it, too!"
"Yes, yes," she panted, forcing her feet in under his shins
so she could use his legs for leverage. "God help me, because I
do like it! Ooooh ... rape me ... rape me harder!"
Sue was responding to Hub as she'd never responded to her own
loving husband. Partly this was due to the wicked charge she was
now experiencing over being taken forcibly, but mostly it was due
to the way Hub was ravishing her. Doug had always been gentle
with her because he respected and loved her. When Doug made love
to her, he did so sweetly and tenderly. This was an entirely
different brand of sex from what Sue was used to with her husband.
Hub was a brute. He was treating her like a slut, ramming that
huge dong of his roughly in and out of her with callous disregard
for her as a person. Whereas Doug always tried to please her and
invariably failed, his drunken stepfather was only out to please
himself and, ironically, he was turning her on like crazy. His
coarse masculinity struck the dormant cord of her submissive
female nature. It was as if he'd awakened a hidden part of her
personality that she'd never known existed until this moment.
"Oh, God," she moaned, matching him stroke for stroke. "I
love it ... your big fat dick! Ohhh! Mmmm! Oh, do it, daddy ...
fuck me good!"
She nuzzled her face into the sweaty crook of his neck, her
lips going, Smack, smack, smack! as she kissed his neck
passionately. When he released her wrists, instead of trying to
hit him or scratch him as she would've only brief moments earlier,
she flung her arms around his hairy torso and hugged him to her as
if she thought he was the dearest thing in all the world.
"I had your number all along, didn't I, you little tramp?" he
rasped, banging away at her.
Sue tried to tell him that he had her all wrong, that she'd
been a virgin bride and had remained faithful to Doug until this
very afternoon, but he wouldn't believe her. He called her a
lying little whore and accused her of all sorts of marital
indiscretions. She gave up tying to convince him otherwise. Let
him think what he wanted, was her passion-fogged reasoning,
because his massive organ felt wonderful plowing into her and that
was all she really cared about at the moment.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," Sue chanted, as the rutting slam continued.
The springs in the couch were squeaking and popping.
"Shake it, Suzy baby! Shake that hot ass!"
His vulgar remarks egged her on. This was raw and primitive
sex. They were going at it like a couple of wild animals, their
perspiration-sheened abdomens clapping together wetly in mid-air.
Sue had never been so hot in all her life. If Doug had walked in
the door right then, she couldn't have stopped.
"You're a hunk of fuckstuff," Hub hissed. "And that's all
you are! Just a cheating, cock-crazy tart!"
"Fuck me, you studhorse bastard," she pleaded, hunching up to
him, raking his buttocks with her fingernails. "Just shut up and
... ooouuuu ... fuck me! Harder! Faster! Oh, Lord, it's good
... soo good! Stuff it up me! Oh, you brute ... darling man ...
go, go ... ram me ... rip me ... call me dirty names if you must
... only don't stop screwing me! Oh, daddy, daddy ... hump it
tooo me!"
He had her juices flowing, and his thick prick had her hairy
hole plugged up too tight for her slippery secretions to dribble
out. They built up inside her until they could be heard sloshing
around in her vagina. Her steaming pussy started making
lascivious squishing and sucking noises around his driving dong.
They were both sweating and panting. His big hairy testicles
whacked her in the rump repeatedly, making lewd splats as they
slapped rapid-fire into her asscrack.
Sue thought she might lose her mind and didn't much give a
hoot if she did. She'd never had such a long, rough hosing as
this, not to mention the larger size of the hose being socked up
her. Doug would've already gone off by now, leaving her hanging
as he always did, but Hub was still going strong. Sue could feel
an orgasm building within her. She'd read what it was like but
had never had one herself, so she wanted it desperately. Even if
it was only half as good as it felt like it might be, it would be
marvelous! She had to have it, just this once, because she feared
she might never get this close to one again.
"Hurry, hurry," she cried, bucking her greedy cunt up to him
as she tugged at his butt to help him screw into her all the
harder and faster. He couldn't go deeper; the head of his
pistoning prong was already banging against the neck of her
uterus, making that pear-shaped organ of femininity bob up and
down like a cork on a wind-swept lake. "I think I'm ... going to
come! God, I want to ... how I want to! Push me! Push me over!
Oh, God ... yes ... YES!"
Hub was close, too. His balls had already drawn up against
his body. They were quivering with the need to release their
burdensome load. He poured on the coals. Sue stayed right with
him. Nothing could hold her back now. This was the most exciting
moment of her life. She was going to make it this time. For
another frantic few seconds, they screwed like mad with the
springs of the couch squawking raspingly beneath their wildly
bucking bodies.
Then Sue lost the cadence. Her body went rigid and bowed
upward. Hub drove her lovely rump back down onto the couch and
kept cramming the meat to her. She whimpered mournfully and began
shaking all over. This was just the beginning of her climax, the
preorgasmic tightenings that pulled deliciously at her blood-
congested loins.
"WWWHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed, throwing back her head
and digging her fingernails into his muscular asscheeks when the
full force of her first-ever orgasm washed over her like a surging
tidal wave of a tropical sea.
She had jerked him into her right up to his tight nuts, and
he had no desire to back away. Her snug sheath clamped down
around his fully inserted prick, squeezing it like a velvety vise.
"Jesus," he rasped, letting the pleasure of it bathe over
him, for her little blond box was not only tight and steaming hot;
now that she was coming it had turned into one of those rarest and
most sought-after cunts - a snapping pussy! The involuntary
contractions of her sex muscles caused her silky vagina to clutch
spasmodically at his dong. It was as if she were milking the
sperm up from his quivering balls. "UUNNN," he groaned, and then,
gruntingly, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
With every jangling nerve in her keyed-up body Sue could feel
the twitching of his dick and the big sticky hot jets of ejaculate
he was spurting up into her belly. It was gushing out of him
under terrific pressure, actually splatting against the tender
mouth of her womb. Lost in the carnal rapture of the orgasmic
moment, Sue dimly recalled without really caring that the doctor
hadn't put her on the Pill yet.
"YOU'RE COMING TOO!" she bleated. "I CAN FEEL YOU! OOOHHH!
OH, GAWD, GGAAWWDD ... COME, DADDY, COMMME ... SHOOT IT OUT ...
DEEP AND HOT AND ... SWE-SWEEETTT!!!"
He emptied his balls in her, both of them shuddering
ecstatically, with Sue sobbing brokenly while he grunted
groaningly in the age-old fashion of the male planting his seed.
The coming was fantastic but all too brief. Afterward Sue
felt dirty and degraded. As the heat of her insane passion ebbed
away, she slipped into a state of mild shock that befuddled her
mind and turned her body numb.
"Let me up," she said dully.
"It hasn't gone soft yet," he said. "Let me catch my breath
... and we'll have another go at it."
"Let me up," she repeated tonelessly.
"Why? What's the rush?"
"I'm afraid you might've knocked me up. You didn't wear a
rubber."
"Oh, my God," he groaned. "I thought you were on the Pill!"
"The doctor said he would prescribe it, but he hasn't yet. I
go for an examination tomorrow. He said he'd tell me then if it
was all right for Doug and me to start having marital relations
again."
"You mean ... this is the first time ... since you got out of
the hospital?"
Sue nodded like a robot.
"Why didn't you TELL ME?" he yelled.
"Would it have made any difference if I had? Would you have
believed 'A lying little whore?' I believe that's what you called
me, isn't it, when I tried to tell you you were ruining a decent
wife?"
"You mean ... I really am the only other man besides Doug?
Oh, good Christ, what have I done?!"
"You've raped me, that's what you've done. Now kindly pull
your filthy dick out of me and let me up so I can go take a
douche."
Hub couldn't back his wilting penis out of her fast enough.
He seemed considerably more sober now, and was getting nervous as
he realized the full extent of his criminal act. "Wait a minute
now," he said as he helped Sue up. "I'll admit I manhandled you a
little bit, maybe more than I should have, but you got half the
fun and all the gravy, honey, so get off that rape shit, huh?"
"You ... raped ... me. Raped me. RAPED ME!"
"All right," he, gulped, sweating blood. "I guess maybe I
did, sort of, but I didn't mean it that way, damn it! I'm sorry.
Do you hear me? I'm sorry!"
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be, you uncouth
sonofabitch," she mumbled, picking up her clothes.
"Huh? What did you say? Hey, listen, you're not really
going to tell Doug about this, are you?"
"You're goddamned right I'm going to tell him!" she hissed,
dashing for the bathroom.
Chapter 2
But Sue didn't tell her husband. She was too ashamed because
of the way she'd turned on to being raped. When Doug got home
that evening, Sue gave him his supper, and saying she wasn't
hungry, sat down to have a cup of coffee with him while he ate.
Only she couldn't meet his gaze as they sat across the table from
one another, and it was impossible for her to make small talk.
"What's the matter, honey?" Doug Fletcher, a handsome, brown-
haired young man of twenty-two who was a Vietnam veteran, finally
asked his bride.
"Nothing," Sue mumbled, staring at a spot on the table
halfway between them as she absently twisted a strand of her
naturally curly blond hair which cascaded sexily down over her
shoulders.
"You look like you lost your last friend."
"It's nothing," she snapped. "I'm just, ah, not feeling so
good, is all. In fact, I think I'll just go to bed now, if you
don't mind, dear. I've got this splitting headache," she lied,
because she needed an excuse to get out of his sight before she
burst into tears again, as she'd been doing on and off all
afternoon.
"Sure, honey, go ahead. Don't worry about the dishes, I'll
wash them."
"You're so good and kind," Sue muttered, getting up from the
table. "I don't deserve a husband like you," she added whiningly
as she darted from the room so he wouldn't see the tears welling
up in her eyes.
It was nearly nine that night when Hubert (Hub) Copeland came
staggering bleary-eyed into the house after spending hours in a
bar belting down straight shots of whiskey with beer chasers. He
weaved his way into the lighted kitchen, where Doug was studying.
Bracing himself against the table, Hub leaned over in front of
Doug and stuck out his chin.
"Take a poke at me," Hub said, his words running together,
barely intelligible because of the amount of alcohol he'd
consumed. "Kick my worthless ass good, 'cause I got it comin' and
I know it."
Doug grinned good-naturedly. "You're drunk, Hub. Go to bed,
why don't you, and sleep it off." Doug had joined the service
only a couple of months after Hub had married his now deceased
mother, so he and his stepfather were pretty much strangers to one
another.
"You ain't gonna let me get away with it, are you?" Hub asked
incredulously.
"Get away with what?"
"Then I guess she didn't tell you after all, huh?"
"Tell me what? Who, Sue? Hub, what are you talking about?"
"Should'da kept my big mouth shut," Hub mumbled, sinking
dejectedly into a chair. He leaned forward with his elbows on the
table and craddled his rather coarse-featured face in his huge
hands. "No, I should'da kept it in my pants, that's what I
should'da done ... and wish to God I had," he muttered, looking as
well as sounding like a man in misery. "I gotta tell you, boy. I
done somethin' awful and I gotta tell you 'cause my cons-
conscience is givin' me fits."
Sensing that something really was wrong, Doug began to tense
up.
"Finished that remodelin' job early," Hub began. "Me and the
boys tipped a few to celebrate. When I got home, it was in the
middla the afternoon, Sue was takin' a nap. She was layin' on the
couch. All she had on was a pair'a panties and, well, I couldn't
help gettin' me an eyeful, now could I?"
Doug began to squirm uneasily. "Aw hell, Hub," he said,
trying to make light of it. "I don't guess you seeing her that
way hurt anything. She shouldn't have been on the couch, anyway.
If she wanted to take a nap, she should've gone to our bedroom and
closed the door. I'll talk to her. It won't happen again."
"You don' understand," Hub replied impatiently. "I done more
than just look at her, goddamn me. A whole lot more. I ought to
be horsewhipped for what I done to that poor sweet innocent little
wife of yours! I was drunk. I lost my head. I didn't know what
I was doin' till I'd already done it!"
Automatically Doug's hands clenched into fists. His eyes
narrowed down and the right corner of his mouth began twitching
spastically. "Maybe you'd better tell me just exactly what
happened."
Without holding anything back except the way Sue had turned
on to being manhandled and taken against her will, Hub told Doug
everything, as best he could recall it himself. He kept repeating
over and over that it was all his fault, that Doug shouldn't blame
Sue in any way for what had happened. He never used the word
rape, but he did admit to ripping Sue's underpants off her and
holding her down to get his dick into her. To prove that Sue had
fought against him, he showed Doug his tooth-wounded forearm.
At first Doug couldn't believe his ears. He sat there in a
state of mounting horror, literally shaking with rage. But then,
as Hub went on speaking, Doug could almost see it happening in his
mind's eye and, to his embarrassment and shame, he began to
experience a vicarious thrill. His heart beat faster. His prick
sprang up hard as a bone. The most delicious ache held ever known
spread through his loins and tugged at the pit of his stomach.
Doug was mortified by his perverted emotional response but, God
forgive him, he secretly wished he could've seen his big brute of
a stepfather cramming that great dong into his pure and innocent
bride, the way he'd seen Hub cramming it to his pleasure-sobbing
mother when he'd sneakily spied on them in bed after Hub had
married his widowed mother - for his father's life insurance money
Doug had thought, until he'd observed them making wild passionate
love.
"If you want to kick the pure old shit out of me, I won't
lift a finger to you while you're stompin' on my worthless ass,"
Hub offered, after he'd confessed in full. "I'll let you tie my
hands behind my back 'fore you start in on me. Honest to God, I
deserve it. God knows, I deserve it!"
Doug agreed that his stepfather deserved a thrashing. He was
tempted to give it to him, too, to tie Hub's hands and beat the
sonofabitch to within an inch of his vulgar life. But he couldn't
stand up. Hub would notice that he had a hard-on, and that would
never do. Doug couldn't stand the thought of anyone's discovering
his unnatural excitement at learning of his wife's rape, and most
certainly not the man who'd raped her! Not only would this cause
Doug to suffer an unbearable amount of mortification, but it would
be virtually giving Hub a license to throw Sue down and stick it
to her again when he felt like it!
"You're just like your mother, God rest her soul," Hub sobbed
brokenly, shedding real tears of shame and remorse when Doug
declined the ass-stomping invitation. "She was a good Christian,
too. You and your maw is a whole heap of a lot better people than
I can ever hope to be. But I promise you one thing, it won't
never happen again. If you take your pretty little wife and move
out right now, I wouldn't blame you none, boy. But I wish you
wouldn't. I like having you here, the both of you. Gimme another
chance, Doug. Please? I won't screw Sue again. I swear you that
on a stack of Bibles. And may God strike me dead if I don't live
up to my word. I mean it. I ain't never been so sorry or ashamed
of myself over anything in my whole rotten life as I am over
this."
"It'll be up to Sue. I'll talk to her."
"You do that, Doug, and tell her not to worry none. I'll
start datin' again, right away, so's that devil's pressure won't
built up in me no more like it did today. Sue'll be safe here
from now on, just as safe as if she was sitting in class in Sunday
School."
Having overheard part of her stepfather-in-law's and
husband's conversation, Sue was wide awake when Doug entered their
darkened bedroom. She cowered beneath the covers as he undressed
in the dark. How much did Hub tell him? she wondered anxiously.
Dear Jesus, I hope he didn't tell him I came! If he did, I'll
deny it. I don't want Doug to know that! It's bad enough that he
knows I've been raped. Why, oh, why couldn't Hub have kept his
stupid mouth shut?!
"Sue? Are you asleep, Sue?" Doug called softly from across
the room.
She started not to answer, but this was something that would
have to be faced and now was as good a time as any. "I'm awake,"
she replied nervously.
"Hub told me about, ah, this afternoon," Doug said as he
crossed to the bed.
"I wanted to tell you myself," Sue whined. "I meant to as
soon as you walked in the door. But I just couldn't, Doug! I was
too ashamed!"
Sue couldn't help cringing when her husband crawled into bed
with her. She half expected him to hit her right in the mouth,
and she wouldn't really have blamed him if he had. But he didn't.
He took her in his arms and drew her close, caressing her back and
buttocks as he spoke soothingly to her. Keeping his erection from
touching Sue, Doug told her everything would be all right. He
explained that Hub had admitted it was all his fault, saying he
couldn't be sorrier over what he'd done to her.
"Yes I do want to move. I think we'd better move, don't
you?" Sue replied, when Doug finally got around to asking her,
after parroting everything else Hub had said, word for booze-
repentant word.
Doug hemmed and hawed. He brought up the medical bills,
saying that maybe they ought to hang fast the way things were
until they got them paid off.
"We can move and pay them, too, so much a week," Sue said.
"I'm well enough to go back to work now. I can get my old job
back. They promised me. I'll call Mister Thackery tomorrow."
"I don't want you going back to work yet," Doug countered,
adding that he wasn't too sure he wanted her to go back to work at
all. He told her a woman's place was in the home, and that it
made him feel like less of a man to have his wife supporting him.
Sue couldn't understand her husband's attitude. If their
marital roles had been reversed, they would've been packing right
then instead of lying cuddly and cozily in bed and more or less
calmly discussing whether they should move into an apartment of
their own or continue to live in the house of the man who'd raped
her. But their roles weren't reversed. Doug was the husband; she
was the wife. Sue wasn't as sure as Doug seemed to be that Hub
would keep his word and leave her alone in the future. But if
Doug could forgive her molester, then Sue thought that maybe she
ought to give Hub another chance, too. It was the Christian thing
to do and, after all, Hub had been stoned half out of his head at
the time, hadn't he?
Sue gave in to her husband's wishes, but she couldn't escape
feeling uneasy about it. Her mind told her, Yes, it'll probably
be all right. But her feminine intuition said, Don't be a little
fool! You know what a liar Hub is, and he's always getting drunk,
isn't he? If you don't move out of his house, you know he'll be
forcing his vulgar attentions on you again sooner or later!
Only moments after Sue had drifted off into a troubled
slumber, she was awakened by the jiggling of the bed. For an
instant she was horrified, the dreaded thought EARTHQUAKE!
flashing through her sleep-dulled mind. Then she realized the
truth of the matter and would've almost preferred an earthquake.
Her husband was JACKING OFF right there in bed beside her! Sue
didn't know what to think.
Chapter 3
As he'd promised, Hub began dating again. The very next
evening he phoned the thirtyish widow who lived down the block.
This woman had had her eye on Hub for some months, ever since the
death of his wife, and had let him know in various subtle ways
that she found him attractive. Her veiled flirting didn't fool
Hub in the least, for he knew he wasn't a handsome man and damned
few women had ever given him the come-on. She was looking for a
husband and figured Hub would be a good provider for her and her
three kids. Hub never intended to get married again, but Helen
was a decent woman and quite pretty for her age. Hub could well
afford to get his sexual tensions relieved at a cathouse, but
paid-for sex didn't appeal to him, whereas Helen did. He'd
already decided that she might be a good lay. As a widow, she was
certainly seduceable, and he decided to play her game. It would
be interesting to see how soon he would be able to slip the meat
to her. Once he'd scored, Hub intended to amuse himself by
stringing her along until Helen woke up to the fact that an affair
was all she would ever get out of him. When he called her on the
phone and hit her up for a date, she eagerly accepted.
"Do you like to dance?" Hub asked.
"Oh, yes, I love to dance," came Helen's reply in a purring
tone over the phone. "And I haven't been in ages."
"How about tonight? Pick you up in an hour?"
"That sounds lovely, but I couldn't possibly get a sitter for
the children on such short notice."
Hub glanced across the room at Sue. "How about if I provide
a sitter?"
Sue was elected. Hub paid her five dollars and took her
along with him when he went to pick Helen up.
It was a hectic evening for Sue. Helen's children wouldn't
obey her. The little brats misbehaved badly. They resented Sue
and made it painfully clear that they preferred their regular
sitter to her. Not being used to kids, Sue didn't know how to
handle them. They gave her a hard time. It was after eleven when
she finally got them into bed and settled down for the night, and
her nerves were very much on edge.
A few minutes later Hub's car pulled into the driveway and
Sue heaved a sigh of relief, thinking her ordeal was over. Only
Helen didn't come in right away. Sue waited and waited, pacing
the floor. This went on for nearly twenty minutes before she went
over to the window, parted the drapes a tiny bit and peeked out
through a crack wide enough for only one eye.
There was a streetlight on the corner on the opposite side of
the street. It set at an angle behind Hub's parked car. She
could make out Hub's and Helen's silhouettes. It looked like they
were wrestling in the front seat. Helen's arms kept flying about.
No sooner would she push away from Hub than he would grab her
again. Sue knew Hub was feeling the woman up as well as kissing
her and, strangely enough, this excited her. It also made her
jealous, and this upset Sue.
Why should I care what that uncouth brute does? Sue wondered
perplexedly.
But the fact of the matter was, she did care, crazy as she
knew it was to feel the way she did. Hub had raped her and she'd
thought she never wanted to see his - if not ugly, then certainly
not handsome - face again. Rape or not, though, he'd given her a
real screwing and the only orgasm she'd ever had, and Sue resented
his trying to put the make on Helen. To her dismay, Sue realized
that she didn't want Hub to have intercourse with another woman.
When Helen came into the house, her lipstick was smeared, her
hair was disheveled and her dress was rumpled. The young widow's
cheeks were very flushed and she seemed more than a little
embarrassed over her appearance as she thanked Sue for baby-
sitting.
As Sue walked across the lawn toward the car, she felt odd
and let down. Logically she shouldn't care one way or the other,
but a part of her was secretly hoping that Helen would refuse Hub
another date.
The dome light came on when Sue opened the car door. She
couldn't help noticing the obscene bulge in Hub's trousers. He
was drunk and did nothing to hide his erect condition from her as
she slid into the front seat with him and closed the door.
Without a word, he started the engine and backed out into the
street. Hub's house was located on the corner lot at the other
end of the block, so Sue couldn't help being alarmed when, halfway
there, he pulled over to the curb, stopped, and switched off the
engine and lights.
"What are you stopping here for?" she demanded.
He reached down, flipped the lever and let back the seat.
>From his hip pocket he tugged out a handkerchief and tossed it
into Sue's lap.
"That bitch got me good and hot but she wouldn't let me go
all the way on our first date," Hub said as he unzipped his fly
and pulled out nine inches of rampant erection. "Jack me off,
Suzy baby. Catch the come in the handkerchief."
"You can't be serious," Sue whined, as he scooted closer to
her. "Hub, no. I don't want to, and besides, you promised you
wouldn't try anything with me again."
"I promised not to screw you," he retorted. "But the mood
I'm in, I'm liable to go back on my word unless you give me a
hand-job. Come on, goddamn it, I need relief. This won't hurt
you none, and at my age, I'd feel silly beating my own meat."
"Well, how do you think it'll make me feel?" Sue argued. "Or
don't my feelings count for anything at all with you?"
"Not right now, they don't" he barked, grabbing her wrist and
forcing her hand into his lap. "Take hold of it! That's the
girl, wrap those soft little fingers around it nice and tight. My
cock feels good to you, doesn't it? Oh, baby, yeah, that's the
way. Work your hand up and down on it. Faster. Go faster!"
Sue wondered if she might be losing her mind, because his fat
dick did feel good to her. Despite her humiliation at being
treated this way by him - he was forcing her to satisfy in an
unnatural way his lust for another woman - holding his huge penis
excited her against her will, and a good deal more than she was
letting on. It gave her an obscene charge to grip his sturdy,
slightly up-curved dong and lewdly stroke it for him. The turgid
stalk was so big around that the balls of her thumb and middle
finger couldn't touch together.
"Get the handkerchief over the head," he rasped. "Hurry up!
I don't want to soil my suit!"
With her left hand she shook out his handkerchief, crumpled
it into a ball and pressed it over the bulbous glans of his
massive member, while her right hand flew up and down the hard,
hot, pulsating shaft without missing a stroke. She could feel her
heart beating faster and faster as she brought him closer to
orgasm. Her breath was becoming labored, too, but not to the
extent that his was. Hub had his head laid back. His eyes were
closed. He was huffing and snorting, hunching her hand, so she
knew she didn't have to worry about his noticing how this vulgar
act was affecting her.
"The handkerchief! Hold it ... tight! Uunnn ... ooooh ...
UUNNGGG!"
His prick danced spastically in her hand and she knew his
ejaculate was racing up through it even before the viscous
substance soaked through the handkerchief, feeling hot and
slippery-wet to the palm and fingers of her left hand.
"Thanks, Suzy. I needed that. Now be a good girl and wipe
it clean, huh?"
He turned on the car's interior lights so Sue could see what
she was doing. His penis felt spongy now. The handkerchief had
caught most but not all of his semen. Some of the gooey spunk had
run down the shaft and over her fingers. By the time she'd wiped
his prick, the handkerchief was pretty well soaked. She wiped her
fingers with it but couldn't get all the come off them.
"Throw it out the window," he said, when she tried to hand
his handkerchief back to him.
"Throw it out? And let some innocent child pick the nasty
thing up? Oh, no. Besides, it's brand new. I'll run it through
with the wash."
"Suit yourself."
He tucked his limp rod away and zipped up, cut off the
interior lights, repositioned the seat, started the engine, turned
on the headlights and drove home.
"I wish you hadn't made me do that," Sue said, still holding
the sperm-drenched handkerchief in her hand as they went up onto
the porch. The house was completely dark, so she knew Doug had
gone to bed. "I feel so cheap and dirty."
"Horseshit," he said. He was about to open the door but
suddenly he grabbed her, shoved her against the wall and French-
kissed her.
Sue tried not to respond but she was still aroused from
masturbating him and couldn't help herself. He had her by the
cheeks of her rounded rump and was grinding his loins against her
belly and rubbing his chest against her tender-nippled breasts.
After a moment of futilely pounding his shoulders with her small,
ineffective fists, something inside her melted. Emitting a
whimperlike sob, she flung her arms around him and sucked down on
his suggestively thrusting tongue.
"Do you want me to tell Doug about this, too?"
"You bastard," she whined, shaking her head no.
Laughing derisively, Hub went on into the house and left Sue
standing there, confused, bothered and bewildered, on the front
porch by herself.
Chapter 4
The next day was Friday. When Hub got home from work, Doug
was studying in the living room and Sue was setting the table for
the evening meal.
"Hi, Hub. How'd it go today?" Doug greeted cheerily.
"You two go wash your hands," Sue called from the dining
room. "Supper's almost ready."
Ignoring Sue, Hub walked over to Doug. He took out his
wallet and handed Doug a twenty-dollar bill.
"What's this for?"
"I want you to take Sue out tonight. Go to a movie, and make
it a double feature."
Hub was all smiles as he told Doug of the date he'd made with
Helen over the phone earlier in the day. Instead of going out
again, Helen had suggested it would be nice to spend a quiet
evening alone, just the two of them. She wanted to cook supper
for him and then afterward there was a movie on TV that she would
very much like to see. She would put the kids to bed early, Helen
had said, and they could have a few drinks and get better
acquainted. Helen's idea was to entertain Hub at her home in
order to give him a false preview of how relaxed and pleasant this
life as her husband would be, Hub suspected. Only Hub didn't want
any kids getting in his way, so he'd turned the invitation around.
It didn't take much persuasion to get Helen to come to his house
for the same date, especially when, after Helen fixed Sue and Doug
as baby-sitters, Hub offered to pay for Helen's regular sitter,
saying it would only be fair since Helen was providing the steaks.
And so it was all arranged, and Hub wanted Doug and Sue out of the
way so he would have a clear field with Helen.
Sue didn't enjoy the movie. She kept squirming and shifting
around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pumping her
crossed foot nervously to and fro. Her palms actually became
moist with perspiration. She was jealous. It was crazy, didn't
make a lick of sense, but Sue couldn't help the way she was
feeling. She didn't love Hub. Actually she'd never even liked
him very much, and now, since he'd raped her, she all but hated
the big ugly brute. And yet, the thought of what might be going
on between Hub and Helen while she sat there staring at the movie
without really seeing it, made Sue's blue eyes take on a tint of
green and caused her to keep absently catching her lower lip
between her teeth and biting down on it until pain made her aware
of the unconscious act.
Mental images of Hub and Helen having heated sexual
intercourse flashed through Sue's mind, and she couldn't stand it.
She became so keyed up that she felt like pulling her hair and
screaming at the top of her lungs.
As they left the theater, Doug looked at his watch and
suggested they go somewhere for a bite to eat.
"I don't want anything to eat," Sue snapped.
"But it's too early to go home, honey," Doug replied
placatingly. "Hub said -"
"Hub said! Hub said!" Sue all but shrieked, ungraciously
interrupting her husband. "I don't give a fat rat's behind what
Hub said! Who gave that big slob permission to run our lives? I
didn't! Did you?"
"Honey, keep your voice down," Doug pleaded, glancing around
embarrassedly at the other people leaving the theater. "People
are staring at us."
"So let them stare! Who the hell are they anyway?"
Doug took his anguished bride's arm and drew her over into a
corner of the crowded theater lobby. "What's wrong with you
tonight, Sue? Why are you so upset? Is it because of what Hub
did?"
"Yes!" she yelled, and then, forcing herself to calm down,
she added, "No, I guess it isn't. I don't know. I just don't
know, Doug. I've never felt this way before, for no reason.
Cripes, what is wrong with me?"
"Is Hub keeping his word? I mean, he didn't do anything else
to you, did he?"
"No," Sue lied. She hadn't told her husband about jacking
Hub off and she never would. "It isn't that. He was a perfect
gentleman last night when he drove me back from that ... that
woman's house."
"There, you see? I told you it would be all right, didn't
I?"
If you only knew! Sue screamed silently as she forced a
wifely smile and nodded her pretty blond head.
"Tell you what," Doug chirped. "Since you're not hungry,
what do you say we go have a drink? Maybe two drinks. That'll
make you feel better."
"I don't want a drink," she said tiredly.
"But you need something to settle your nerves, and we can't
go home yet. Hub said---"
"Piss ... on ... Hub!" Sue hissed through gritted teeth,
raking the fingers of her left hand down through her silky blond
tresses as she stamped her foot and gripped her purse so tight the
knuckles of her right hand turned white. "Take me home. Will you
take me home? Will you just take me home right this goddamned
minute?!"
The tension of their strained silence was oppressively heavy
during the drive home. She jumped out of the car as soon as Doug
braked to a stop at the curb in front of the house. Her highheels
clicked rapidly and loudly up the walkway. Then, with her door
key in hand, she all but tiptoed up the steps and across the
porch. Quickly she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The
sight which greeted Sue was not unlike her lurid imaginings.
Helen was tipsy. She was lying on the couch with one nylon-
stockinged leg hanging off. Hub lay atop her, between her legs.
He had her dress bunched up around her waist. He'd just drawn
Helen's sopping-wet panty crotchband to the side with his fingers
and was, at that very moment, sinking his huge erection into her
hairy crack.
"What the goddamn hell!" Hub growled, instinctively backing
his dick out of Helen when he spotted Sue standing in the doorway.
"Don't stop now, darling," Helen murmured. "You've made me
want you and it feels so nice. Take me!" Then Helen's glassy
eyes followed Hub's enraged glare and she saw Sue. Doug's head
suddenly popped into view above Sue's shoulder. "OH, NOOH! YOU
SAID THEY WOULDN'T BE BACK FOR ANOTHER HOUR, HUB!" she screeched.
"LET ME UP! LET ME UP! OH, DEAR LORD IN HEAVEN, I'VE NEVER BEEN
SO EMBARRASSED IN ALL MY LIFE!"
"We'll go for a drive and come back later," Doug mumbled.
"Hub, I'm sorry about this. Come on, Sue!"
Doug tugged at Sue's arm but she shook his hand off and just
stood there dumbly, staring almost expressionlessly at her
disgusted stepfather-in-law and his mortified date, who was
frantically attempting to arrange her disheveled clothing as she
struggled up scarlet-cheeked off the couch.
"Helen, wait!" Hub called, as the flustered widow dashed past
Sue and Doug and ran, sobbing with shock and shame, out the front
door.
"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Hub bellowed. He charged toward
Doug and Sue with his big prick, the front half of it glistening
with female sex oils, protruding unapologetically from the gaping
fly of his trousers. He drew back his fist as if he were going to
strike them both, but then he snorted, "AHH, SHIT!" and he slammed
shut the door.
"We're sorry," Sue said. "It's my fault, Hub. My nerves
were on edge ... and I've got a headache."
"I've got a headache!" Hub mimicked derisively, grasping his
hard horn and shaking it at Sue. "Well, I've got a hard-on and
now, thanks to you two, I've got no place to put it! Damn your
hides anyway, why in the hell couldn't you have stayed gone for a
few more minutes?! You know what I ought to do?" he snarled
menacingly, glowering at the young husband and wife both before he
fixed his gaze on Sue. "I ought to throw your stupid little blond
ass right down here on the floor and cram this bone up your cunt!"
"Now wait a minute, Hub," Doug said. "That's my wife you're
talking to."
"I know who I'm talking to!" Hub huffed. "All right, I won't
do it. She is your wife, and I gave you my word that I wouldn't
screw her again. But I've gotta do something, the condition I'm
in! And, by God, the both of you can just stand right where you
are while I do!"
With that, Hub began running his hand vulgarly up and down
his rampant rod. He whipped it fast and hard until, in a matter
of seconds, heaving a half-grunt, half-groan, he sprayed come on
one of Sue's shins, over the toes of both her high-heeled shoes,
with the less-pressurized part of his massive load falling
silently onto the carpet between them.
"Clean up that mess!" he barked at Sue as he spun on his heel
and stomped angrily off toward his bedroom.
"Why, the nerve of that sonofabitch," Doug muttered.
"Expecting you to -"
"Give me your handkerchief, dear," Sue said matter-of-factly,
holding out her hand as she interrupted her husband in mid-
sentence.
Too dumfounded to refuse, Doug pulled out his handkerchief
and handed it to her. He watched, with a mixture of shame and
perverted arousal, as his wife wiped his stepfather's semen off
her leg and her shoes and then got down on her knees to mop the
bulk of the slimy stuff off the carpet with his handkerchief!
"I can't get over that," Doug said in a tense voice, as he
and Sue were getting undressed for bed. "The unmitigated gall of
the man, treating you that way! Do you still want to move into an
apartment of our own? Let's pack up and clear out of here right
now!"
"We can't afford it, dear," Sue replied, sounding strangely
calm and serene. "You know that."
"Yeah, but ... after that, I thought ..."
Sue smiled enigmatically. "I guess he had every right to be
angry. But he kept his word. He didn't even touch me."
"But he masturbated right in front of us, and he made you get
down and clean up his semen!"
"It wasn't all that bad," Sue scoffed. "Honest, it wasn't.
I didn't really mind, darling. It seems to have upset you more
than it did me."
Doug grimaced at his wife's remark. The indecent incident
had upset him, but it had also aroused him and Sue must never know
that, so he dropped the subject.
When they turned out the lights and got into bed, Doug
gathered his bride in his arms. They were both naked because,
although neither of them had mentioned it, they knew they were
going to have sex. The doctor had told Sue it was all right for
her to start having marital relations again. They would've done
so the night before if Hub hadn't volunteered Sue as a baby-sitter
and then brought her home so late that Doug had already fallen
asleep.
Sue noticed that her husband's penis felt extra hard and hot
when she took it in her hand and began fondling it. She also
noticed that he kept rubbing his foot against her shin, the one
that Hub's come had spurted onto. She'd wiped the seminal fluids
off but hadn't thought to wash her leg.
What Doug noticed about Sue was that her nipples were already
peaked as if with desire when he touched them the first time. He
wondered about that but didn't say anything. Instead he put his
hand down between her legs. He found her hairy hole wet and
ready. This only added to his excitement, because usually he had
to rub her up for at least a couple of minutes before she became
moist enough for him to insert even his finger.
"You're already warm and slick," he said. "How come so
soon?"
"Because I'm anxious, too, silly," she cooed. "It's been a
long time since my wonderful husband has made sweet love to me."
"Too long," he sighed, relaxing, accepting her explanation
without further question. He swung atop her, between her
welcomingly legs, and, taking his peter in hand, began wedging the
head into her furry slot. "Am I hurting you?"
"Not a bit," she replied.
Her hot, slippery snatch gobbled him whole in one hungry
gulp. He was into her right up to his balls, and never had
penetration been so easy.
"It feels bigger," he complained. "Looser."
"What?"
"Your pussy."
"Oh."
"Is it bigger?"
"Well, I suppose it might be, at that," she admitted. "After
all, darling, I did have a miscarriage."
"Yeah," he said, sounding somewhat relieved by her statement,
never stopping to think how tiny the embryo of the baby she'd lost
so early would've been. He began screwing into her ever so
gently. "I'm not ... hurting you, am I, honey? I don't want to
hurt you."
"You're not hurting me," Sue assured him, wishing he would
just shut up and do it to her as he generally did, without
talking, so she could concentrate on her pleasure and maybe have
an honest-to-goodness come with him this time instead of having to
fake it, as she always did in order to protect his delicate male
ego.
"Mine's not as big as Hub's, is it?"
Sue said nothing. She drew down his hand and kissed him
wetly, starting to work with him as she sucked his tongue into her
mouth. The kiss had barely began and Sue was starting to enjoy
their lovemaking, when Doug paused with his erected penis full
into her and lifted his head slightly.
"Can you tell mine's not as big?"
"No, darling, I can't," she lied. "Yours fits me just
perfectly. It's the sweetest one in the world ... because I love
you."
"Then it feels all right?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed, as he began humping her again. "More
than all right. It's lovely, darling. It feels simply
marvelous."
"What a load off my mind that is. I was afraid ..." his
voice trailed off. Sue was throwing it up to him like she never
had before and this excited him tremendously. He shifted gears
and started fucking his wife harder and faster than he ever had.
"Oooh," Sue sighed, "Oh, yes, darling, yesss! You're a
regular tiger tonight! I like it! What, precious? What were you
afraid of?"
"Nothing," he panted, giving it to her harder and faster yet.
"Forget it."
"Mmmm ... wha-whatever you say, dear ... oouuu!"
For about a half minute, Doug pounded her lovely butt down
into the mattress. Sue could actually hear the bedsprings
squeaking beneath them for the first time. This wasn't like Doug
at all, but she couldn't have been more delighted. The rough way
he was screwing her unleashed Sue's passion in the same way that
being raped by Hub had. Not to the same extent, but enough. If
he would only keep cramming it to her like this for another moment
or so, Sue knew she wouldn't have to fake it tonight!
"Did you come?" Doug rasped, banging away at her.
"Not yet ... but I ... can feel it building"
"With him, I mean!"
"Hush, honey! Forget him!"
"Did you?"
"Don't ask ... oooh ... just do it to me! Oh, it's good!"
"You did, didn't you? That's why you won't answer me. Hub
made you come! Admit it!"
"Yes, yes, if you must know, he did make me come! Now will
you please shut up about it and ... aaah ... screw me?!"
Doug shut up about it all right, but their act of lovemaking
was fast arriving at the finish for him. His wife's admission of
having been brought to orgasm by the huge cock of his stepfather
twanged the cord of his secret perversion. After another dozen or
so almost vicious thrusts into the slippery hot entrance to Sue's
writhing, bucking body, he heaved a gasping groan and hunched into
her to the very hilt.
"Not Yet! Oh, God, MORE! JUST A LITTLE MORE!" she begged,
gyrating her rump, bearing down on his prick and hunching him
desperately, even as she felt the sticky-hot spurts of his
emission jetting forth from the ballooning head of his twitching
organ.
"Did you come?" he asked sheepishly, after he'd pulled his
deflating dong out of her and rolled over onto his back.
"Don't I always?" she replied evasively.
"Why don't you ever answer that question yes or no?"
"All right then, yes, I did come," she said, the lie tasting
more bitter than usual because she'd come so close and could've
gone off with him this time if only he'd lasted a few more
seconds.
"I was afraid you didn't."
"I was afraid I wasn't going to make it this time, but I did,
when I felt you coming into me," she told him and, anticipating
his next question, she added, "It was the best orgasm I've ever
had, too. By far the best. That little old dinky climax I didn't
even want anyway, with Hub, it was nothing compared to the one you
just gave me, tiger. Oh, I love you so much!"
"I love you, too, honey."
Doug fell asleep with a contented smile on his face, whereas
Sue lay beside him for more than an hour, wide awake, staring
blankly up at the darkened ceiling as she suffered the tortures of
the carnal damned due to the blood-congested condition of her
aroused but unsatisfied loins.
She felt miserable and wanted to scream out in anguish at the
unfairness of life. If she could have such a spine-tingling
orgasm with that no-good bastard snoring so vulgarly in the next
room, then, why, goddamn it, why couldn't she find sexual
fulfillment with her own beloved husband?!
Chapter 5
The next morning Doug woke up feeling miserable. It was
Saturday, so he didn't have to go to school. He spent the morning
on the couch, making frequent trips to the john, each of which
left him a little paler and weaker. He said he thought he was
coming down with the flu.
Sue fussed over him. She went to the store and bought a
carton of Sprite. "It's much easier on an upset stomach than
water," she said as she gave him a glass of it. "No, Doug, don't
gulp it down. I know you're thirsty, darling, but just sip it, a
little at a time. It's better for you that way. Are you hungry?"
He made a face and shook his head.
"Well, tell me when you want something to eat. I bought a
can of chicken soup for you."
By that afternoon Doug was running a fever of a hundred and
two degrees. He was sweating and shivering. Sue phoned the
doctor but of course his office was closed over the weekend. She
told the answering service it was an emergency, and the woman said
she would try to locate the doctor and give him the message.
It was nearly an hour before the doctor returned Sue's call.
He said it sounded like the flu, all right, that there was a lot
of it going around. The doctor told her to put Doug to bed, give
him plenty of fluids and a couple of aspirin every four hours to
keep his fever down, adding that if Doug wasn't better by Monday
he would see him at his office.
Following the doctor's instructions, Sue put Doug to bed,
gave him aspirin and fussed over him all the more. This was
Doug's first illness since their marriage. Sue couldn't do enough
for him. She nursed him to the point of babying him. Doug ate it
up. He felt luxuriously pampered. If he hadn't felt so rotten,
he would've enjoyed being sick.
Hub worked that day. He often did on Saturday, he and a
couple of his oldest and most trusted employees. They did cash
jobs for home owners. The money from these jobs bypassed the
business books and went directly into their pockets, half for Hub,
the other half being divided equally between his two workers.
On this particular Saturday, they were pouring a concrete
patio for a comely young divorcee in her late twenties. She'd
given Hub a mild come-on when he'd been at her house estimating
the job, and now, as the work on the patio progressed, she began
openly flirting with him. Being the type of man he was, Hub found
this not in the least displeasing. The divorcee was a trifle
plump but still very attractive since her generous curves were all
in the right places. She had no kids to get in the way. Hub
decided that an affair with her might be very pleasant indeed.
"What do you want me to fix for supper?" Sue asked, when Hub
got home.
"Nothing for me, Suzy baby," he said airily as he breezed
through the living room. "I'm going out for dinner. Got a date
with a sexy divorcee that's hot to trot."
Soon as he'd showered and shaved and gotten dressed up in his
best suit, Hub was off again. Once more that inexplicable
jealously crept over Sue. She didn't want Hub, but she didn't
want any other woman to have him, either. It didn't make a lick
of sense but it was real nevertheless. Real enough that Sue spent
a wretched evening alone, staring blankly at the TV as she
tortured herself with mental pictures of Hub and this other woman
making wild passionate love.
It was lucky for Sue that she was in bed asleep when Hub got
home at two a.m., half drunk and with the worst case of the stone-
ache he'd had since he was a teenager. The divorcee had been far
from a pushover. After wining and dining her, he'd taken her
dancing and then to her place, where he'd spent two solid hours
working her up only to learn that she was in the middle of her
period. Before he went to bed, Hub stood for long moments at the
washbasin in the john, disgustedly splashing cold water over his
bloated, aching testicles.
"Hub, do you have to have that TV blaring like that?" Sue
protested the following afternoon, shortly after Hub had switched
on the baseball game and settled down on the couch with his shoes
off and a can of beer in his hand. "Doug's sick. He's trying to
sleep, he needs his rest."
"Then shut the goddamned bedroom door," Hub snorted. "Whose
house is this, anyway?"
Sue stamped to the bedroom and shut the door, remaining
inside with her husband. The TV was still too loud. Doug was
sleeping, but fitfully so. For about ten minutes Sue paced the
floor, her shoes off so as not to disturb Doug. She was fuming,
clenching and unclenching her fists, gritting her teeth.
How can any one man be so callous and selfish?! she railed
silently. God, what an animal he is! I hate him!
Her stepfather-in-law's lack of consideration for Doug's
condition infuriated Sue. This was too much. It was time for a
showdown. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to let Hub
get away with this for another minute.
Without bothering to put her shoes back on, she let herself
out of the bedroom and, after quietly shutting the door behind
her, she made a beeline for the TV and defiantly turned down the
volume to about half as loud as Hub had set it. Her temples were
pounding and her palms felt moist as she glared across at him,
ready to lash out at him if he so much as said a word about her
turning down the sound.
"You can still hear it, can't you?" she asked demandingly.
"Just fine," he replied, flashing her a lopsided grin. He
held out his beer can. "This one's empty. Since you're here,
throw it in the trash and bring me another one."
"Where do you get your nerve?" Sue muttered as she snatched
the can out of his hand.
"The same place you get your sassiness," he said, chuckling
amusedly as she went off in a huff toward the kitchen.
When Sue grudgingly served Hub his beer, he made a crack
about her being a cute little barefooted waitress. She tried to
slap his smirking face, but he caught her wrist and twisted her
arm until, wincing with pain, she sank to the floor on her knees.
"Don't you ever draw back your hand to me again," he warned,
still more amused then angry. "The next time I'll spank your
sassy ass, and that's a promise."
"I'm not your waitress, or your slave, either," Sue whined,
rubbing her arm as she got to her feet. "Next time you want
something, get it yourself!"
As she spun on her heel and ran back to the kitchen, Hub's
mocking laughter rang humiliatingly in her ears. Sue felt like
crying but she wouldn't give the brute the satisfaction of knowing
he'd brought her to tears. Instead she busied herself washing the
dirty dishes she'd been neglecting in order to care for her sick
husband.
She was letting the dishwater drain from the sink when Hub
called, "Hey, barefoot waitress, this last can you brought me
must've had a hole in it. It's empty."
"Hub, please, not so loud! Doug is trying to sleep."
"All you've gotta do to shut me up is bring me another beer."
Sue gritted her teeth, clenched shut her eyes and, making
fists, threw back her head to stifle the scream which was rising
in her throat.
"Well?"
"All right, all right, I'm coming!"
Her nostrils were enlarged with rage and her eyes were
glaring with hatred when she gave him a full can of beer and took
his empty.
"You're even more beautiful when you're angry, Suzy baby," he
taunted.
"Drop dead," she hissed.
"What have you been doing out there?"
"Tidying up the kitchen," she replied tersely.
"Well, you're making too much noise. Stop it or I'll have to
turn the TV back up."
"I've got to do something."
"Why, for crissake? It's Sunday afternoon."
"You've got my nerves on edge."
"Then open yourself a beer. Join me. It's a good game.
You'll enjoy it."
"Thanks but no thanks. I'll go sit with Doug. I'm sure
you've managed to wake him up by now," Sue told him icily as she
turned away and padded barefoot toward the bedroom, the empty beer
can in her hand.
But Doug wasn't awake. Despite the TV and Hub's resonantly
masculine voice calling for more beer, Doug was sleeping
peacefully and soundly. She backed from the room and closed the
door again. She walked to the kitchen and disposed of the empty
beer can. Almost robotlike she opened the refrigerator, got out a
can of beer for herself, opened it and went back into the living
room.
"I thought you were going to sit with Doug," Hub said, when
Sue sat down at the other end of the couch and took a sip of beer.
"He's asleep."
"Change your mind about watching the game?"
Sue nodded. She took another sip of her beer.
"Why?"
She shrugged, unable to answer because she didn't know why
herself.
Hub reached across, took hold of her arm and dragged her over
beside him. Sue gave him a disgusted look but didn't protest his
ungallant action. For a couple of moments they sat there side by
side, in stony silence, both of them watching the baseball game on
TV. Then Hub put his hand on Sue's knee. She pushed it off. He
put it back. She knocked it away. He slapped it back down and
gripped her knee.
Sue sucked in her breath. He was hurting her. She whimpered
and left his hand alone this time. He relaxed his painful grip
and patted her dimpled knee soothingly. Sue gulped audibly. She
tilted the beer can to her lips and took three large swallows.
Despising Hub the way she did, it was beyond Sue's
comprehension how she could sit there beside him letting him play
with her knee while she watched, of all things, a dumb baseball
game! Yet that's exactly what she did until he sent her to the
kitchen to get him another beer. When she returned, he drew her
down beside him and scooted even closer to her than before. She
could feel his hip and thigh touching hers.
His hand returned to her knee, patting and caressing, then
wedging in between her knees. Sue knew she should object, but she
didn't. She clamped shut her legs but this didn't prevent him
from stroking the insides of her thighs.
"Hub, don't," she murmured half-heartedly, when he pushed her
legs apart so he could stroke higher up the inner slopes of her
soft and shapely legs.
The baseball game held nine-tenths of Hub's attention. He
was drinking beer with his left hand and watching the game with
great interest. Not so much as glancing Sue's way, he effectively
silenced her belated protest by squeezing down rather harshly on a
handful of her tender thighflesh until Sue gasped and spread her
legs for him.
"Good girl," he muttered, still not looking at her, and he
patted her leg where he had just abused it.
This didn't seem real. It was just too ridiculously matter-
of-fact and screamingly vulgar to be happening to her. The
announcer's voice droned monotonously in her ears. She was
looking in the direction of the TV set but not really seeing the
action on the color screen. Sue's brain reeled luridly as she sat
there with her legs open, sipping beer, letting Hub's possessive
hand roam indecently higher and higher. Her dress was being hiked
up slowly but surely as his hand caressed closer and closer to the
Y where her parted legs joined her body.
His work-callused palm chafed her tender flesh. His kneading
fingers felt like tongues of fire lapping at her bared thighs,
especially to the moist, creamy skin at the very tops of her
tremulous legs. The crotchband of her nylon panties was already
becoming damp with the secretions of her unsummoned arousal when
the heel of his hand began rubbing against her clefted mound. He
cupped her cunt and held it lightly, nothing more. Sue began
squirming in sensual discomfort, pressing her hot and sticky pussy
tighter against his hand. She couldn't seem to help herself.
The inning ended and the station went to a commercial. Hub
patted Sue's twat and sent her for more beer. She got him one and
opened another for herself, too. When she sat back down beside
him, he put his right arm around her, drew her close and French
kissed her. Sue wondered if she were losing her mind as she
licked back at his beery tongue and then sucked down hungrily on
the vulgar, suggestively thrusting thing. She had a can of beer
in each hand and couldn't very well defend herself when he snaked
his left hand up under her dress, tugged the slimy secretion band
of her underpants to the side and sank his thick, knobby-knuckled
middle finger into the silky softness of her moist and lubricated
split.
He'd just gotten his finger all the way into her when the
game came back on. Abruptly he backed it out, breaking the kiss
and turning away from her as he snatched his can of beer from her
shaking hand. He lifted the can to his mouth and took a deep pull
on it. Then, looking at the TV not her, he said, "Scoot down some
and spread your legs, Suzy baby, so's I can pet that pretty little
pussy while I watch the game."
Everything decent and good demanded the Sue get up off the
couch and start acting like Doug's wife again. Only she didn't
feel particularly decent at the moment and seemed to have very
little will of her own. Obediently she slouched down as Hub had
told her to do, sliding her loins forward so he could reach over
and abuse her with no discomfort on his part. He pulled up her
dress and she spread her legs for him.
A mood unlike any Sue had previously experienced was settling
over her now. It was shameful of her to be sitting there in such
an unladylike position, letting Hub touch her where no man but her
husband had a right to, but she had no real desire to stop him.
Sue felt much the same as she had when he'd made her masturbate
him in the car, only now he was handling her private parts and the
wrongness of it was every bit as exciting as the tactile
sensations of his lewdly caressing hand were sensually pleasurable
to her. She felt cheap and dirty, but it was simply delicious.
So illicit. So daring, what with her husband sleeping in the very
next room.
Sue closed her eyes and sipped at her beer. She couldn't
hate Hub now, not while he was petting her most personal of all
spots. He was still a brute, coarse and uncouth. Somehow he was
managing to drag her down to his own vulgar level and, for the
moment at least, Sue all but loved him for it.
Only the narrow strip of secretion-soggy nylon separated her
private portal from the palm and fingers of his big work-callused
hand. Up and down he rubbed, absently so because he was paying
more attention to the baseball game than to her, and this told Sue
how important she was to him. She was a sex toy to him, nothing
more. This was all right with Sue. It made her feel all the
cheaper but she didn't care because she didn't even like the big
slob. It did feel good, though, the way he kept rubbing up and
down between her legs. Very good. She began smiling sinfully
between sips of beer, squirming her ass around, pressing her
tingling, burning twat tighter against his passion-provoking hand.
He was molding her slimy panties to her clefted mound and luridly
stuffing them into the crack of her butt. His fingers dragged
back and forth over her anus and even this obscene touching felt
delightful to her.
Little sighs and moans began issuing from between Sue's
tremulous lips as she gripped her empty beer can tightly and
started hunching his hand involuntarily. She wished he would slip
his hand inside her underpants and stick his finger inside her
again. If he wanted to put his big penis in her now, right here
on the couch, she was more than willing to let him do that, too.
The right and wrong of what they were doing no longer mattered to
Sue, for she was melting from the heat of her unbidden lust.
"Come on, you can do it. Strike him out," Hub said to the
pitcher on the TV screen as he continued to absently play with
Sue's feverish pussy and itchy rectum through the sheer material
of her nylon briefs. "Watch that bastard on third. Don't let him
steal home!"
The batter connected with the ball, belting out a grounder
which the shortstop scooped up and hurled to home plate just in
the nick of time. The catcher tagged the runner from third out as
he was sliding for home, and this ended the first half of the
sixth inning.
Hub sighed with relief. He patted Sue's pussy and then
lifted his hand from between her legs. Nonchalantly he unzipped
his fly and wrestled out his semi-erect penis.
"Your turn," he said. "Get rid of that beer can and take
hold of this."
Not being used to drinking, the two beers had made Sue
slightly tipsy. She was plenty hot and bothered, too, from having
her cunt handled, so she gave him no argument. Sue leaned
forward, set the beer can on the coffee table, then settled back
into his embracing arm and accepted another of his passionate wet
French kisses as she reached into his lap and took hold of his
indecently displayed, half-hard pecker.
Soon as the second half of the inning started, Hub backed his
tongue from Sue's suctioning mouth, broke the kiss and, ignoring
her, gave his attention once more to the televised baseball game.
What an uncouth slob he really is, Sue thought to herself,
only his casual, don't-give-a-damn treatment of her turned her on
not off. He was worse than rude. Nothing could be more insulting
to a woman than to have a man pay more attention to a silly
baseball game than he was paying to her, yet Sue didn't complain.
She sat there docilely beside him, fondling his manly organ.
What a wicked charge it gave her to be playing with her
stepfather-in-law's big fat dick while her ill husband slept
unsuspectingly on in the room right next to them!
This was dreadfully wrong and Sue knew it full well. She
just didn't seem to have any control over herself this afternoon.
It was as if she were two women. The decent Sue Fletcher who
wanted to remain a good and faithful wife stood by looking on in
horror as the other part of her, the immoral hussy that was
emerging from the dark and secret depths of her psyche, willfully
caressed the prick of a man who was not her lawfully wedded
spouse.
A man she didn't even like. But she liked his hunk of
stiffening meat! What woman wouldn't like it? Sue wondered
hazily as she ran her hand back and forth along the lifting,
swelling, lengthening pole of man-flesh. God, it's so big! Why
couldn't Doug have a cock like this instead of that dinky little
average-sized peter of his?
Wanting to examine Hub's phallus up close, Sue leaned over
and rested the side of her head against his chest in order to get
a better look. He patted her naked thigh and pushed her head a
bit lower, as if she might've been partially blocking his view of
the TV. The manipulations of her small, soft feminine hand
brought his member the rest of the way up in a matter of seconds.
He had a throbbing erection now. It protruded boldly from his
unzipped fly, all nine glorious inches of it, the shaft curving at
an upward angle so the hooded head of it pointed right at her
face.
Sue had never seen such a blatantly obscene yet masculinely
beautiful sight in all her life. The eye of the glans peeked out
past the lip of foreskin and seemed to wink lewdly up at her
through a teardrop of clear precoital fluid. The undersurface of
the shaft had a large puffy vein running all the way down it and
into the coarse wild hairs that grew for nearly two inches up the
flared base. This was the largest visible vein but there were
others, many of them, bluish and bulging, which crisscrossed like
lines on a road map. The entire shaft was festooned with these
smaller bluish veins.
Try as she did, Sue couldn't encircle the girthful rod
completely. Her slender fingers strained to encompass the turgid
column at its midpoint, but it was too big around, twice as thick
as her husband's. There was nearly a quarter of an inch of space
left between the tips of her thumb and forefinger when she gave up
the impossible task in pleasured defeat.
Ruttishly she pulled down on him, peeling back the thick,
rubbery outer skin and tugging the hood down with it. His naked
dickhead popped into view, looking all swollen and reddish purple.
The mushrooming dome shone oilily. It gave off a distinctive male
sex odor that wafted up to Sue, stinging her feminine nostrils.
When she got a good whiff of his sweaty, smelly peter, it affected
her like a powerful aphrodisiac. Emitting a thin whine of womanly
submissiveness, she wrapped her fingers all the tighter around
Hub's huge prong and started running her hand almost worshipfully
up and down it. Her blue eyes took on a glassy sheen as she
stared in total enthrallment at the vulgar act which her sinful
hand was so shamelessly engaged in. Her gaze remained riveted to
the plumlike crown as she covered it and uncovered it again and
again. At first she stroked him slowly and sensually. Then, as
the excitement of the forbidden act doubled and redoubled, she
began pumping his prick faster and faster. Her breath became
labored and her heart raced out of control. Sue was in a lustful
daze now. Although she knew how immorally she was behaving, she
didn't want to stop, not until she made the slimy semen spurt up
out of his big fat dick.
She could tell he was near to coming and she could hardly
wait to see the sticky white stuff jetting out of him. But Hub
had ideas of his own, ideas that Sue as yet knew nothing about.
Suddenly his hamlike hand swallowed hers - the one she was
using to masturbate him with - and stopped her hand from moving.
For a moment he held her hand entrapped at about the center of his
fleshy club, then he pushed it all the way down to the bottom
until she could feel with her fingers the coarse wild hairs
growing from the lower two inches or so of it. This stretched the
thick outer skin of his penis and laid completely bare its blood-
filled glans.
Setting his beer on the lamp table, he cupped the back of
Sue's head and exerted a gentle but insistent downward pressure.
Sue felt weak and trembly. She couldn't think straight. Not as
yet comprehending what he wanted of her, she resisted only
slightly as he pushed her head slowly but surely down toward his
lap. The bulging head of his turgid organ loomed obscenely up at
her, smelling stronger and stronger the closer it came to her
fascinated visage.
Finally the message of his puzzling action penetrated the
layer of foglike passion surrounding Sue's benumbed brain. Feebly
she struggled to free her head and lift it back up. "No, Hub.
Oh, nooh," she whined. "Surely you d-don't ... expect me to---"
"Kiss it," he husked, finishing the sentence for her. "Yeah,
Suzy baby, that's exactly what I expect you to do."
"Oh, God," she wailed piteously, shaking her head, trying
with all her strength to keep him from pushing it on down. "I
can't. Hub, no, no! It's too nasty! You mustn't make me do such
a ... such a filthy, awful thing! I've never done that! Not even
for my own husband!"
He wouldn't be denied. Sue thought she would faint when she
felt the bluntly rounded tip of his feverish, secretion-slick
dickhead pressing demandingly against her pure and untainted lips.
His powerful fingers squeezed the back of her skull until she
feared he would crush it. There was nothing to do except obey
him, so she pursed her lips and, closing her eyes in dread, kissed
the head of his stinking pecker, hoping that would satisfy him.
It didn't. He made her kiss the horrid thing again and
again. The awful part of it was, she wasn't nearly as disgusted
by the vile and perverted act being forced upon her as she knew
she should be. Sue wished she could get sick to her stomach and
throw up all over his lap but, much to her dismay, kissing his
smelly dick didn't make her stomach feel the least bit queasy.
Sue's head spun luridly when she discovered that his hand had
lifted, but that she was still planting passionate wet kisses all
over the sleek crown even though he was no longer forcing her to
do it.
Once Sue realized she was holding his exposed penis and
kissing the head of it of her own volition, something inside her
snapped. Her wifely will to remain proper and true drained from
her. She guessed what was coming next. She didn't want to let it
happen, yet her strength of resistance had been sapped from her
and she felt powerless to prevent the unspeakably demented act.
Hub pinched the nape of her neck, making her open her mouth
to gasp in pain and, when she did, he pushed her head down and
force-fed her the head of his fat dick.
"Noom!" Sue moaned muffledly around her mouthful of sweaty,
salty-tasting manmeat. But he'd broken down her moral defenses.
There was no fight in her. He was treating her worse than a whore.
This was something no respectable married woman should have forced
upon her, especially by her husband's stepfather. It was sordid
and depraved, and that's exactly why it gave her such a tremendous
illicit thrill to wrap her previously pure lips around the top of
his dick-shaft and suck down on its musky, juice-dribbling knob.
"Mmm," she pulled, examining the flavor of him as she
testingly licked at the slitted tip and got a drop of heady male
precoital liquid on her tongue.
"That's it, Suzy baby, suck it, lick it. You like it, don't
you, you little cocksucker?"
His words rang degradingly in her ears, and the horrible part
of it was, he was right. She did like it! God help her, but she
did. Nothing had ever excited her the way this did. Her senses
reeled. Her heart hammered wildly against her rib cage.
Cocksucker! Cocksucker! came the strident scream from her
outraged conscience, echoing the filthy name he'd called her, and
the carnal creature coming alive within her yelled back, Yes, yes
it's true! That's what I am now!
Not only did Sue accept the debasing name tag, she actually
embraced it in the heat of this insanely lustful moment of truth.
Sue had wanted none of this, not consciously, at least. Hub was
forcing her into it. She felt horribly humiliated and put-upon,
yet she couldn't help responding with feminine submissiveness to
the dominating male brute who was so callously mistreating her.
She ran her tongue exploringly over the smooth convexity of
the feverish bulb of musky manmeat. She didn't want to admit it,
not even to herself, but there was no denying it - she liked the
tangy taste of his stinking pecker! Having a fat dick in her
mouth made Sue feel wicked and wanton.
Could anything in the entire world be more nasty and
perverted than this? the confused young wife wondered dimly as she
sucked down harder on her stepfather-in-law's cockhead and
simultaneously began curling her sinful tongue over, under and
around the flavorful knob. How can I do such a terrible thing as
this, and with my own dear husband in the very next room?!
Instinctively Sue started bobbing her head. This was the
first time she'd ever performed fellatio. She went at it
awkwardly but eagerly. Eating his prick made her feel cheap and
dirty, but deliciously so because Hub had awakened a part of her
that Sue's conscious mind had never known existed. It was as if
he'd set free some evil demon that's been imprisoned within her
until this terrible/wonderful afternoon. Now that demon was
taking her over and Sue's wifely will was powerless against it.
In a matter of seconds Sue's head was rising and falling with
smooth rapidity. Her puffy pink lips clung salaciously to the
tubular turgidity, skimming flutteringly up and down the top three
inches or so of the thick stalk. With each downward motion of her
head, her oral petals folded in against her teeth, only to spring
out in obscene distention around the saliva-glistening rod once
more when she raised her head back up.
She didn't have to think about what she was doing. Having
given herself over to the sordid act of oral perversion, carnal
nature provided the necessary knowledge and her fit of mind-
blanking passion spurred her on. The blatantly exposed male sex
organ was the only thing in the world that mattered to her at the
moment. She was oblivious to everything else. Sucking that hotly
throbbing dong was her very reason for existence.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she chanted moaningly, her soft blond curls
fanning the sex-scented air as her head pumped furiously at his
loins.
The moist heat of Sue's hungry hot mouth was more than Hub
could long endure. He had no doubt this was her first time going
down on a man, and the knowledge that he was taking her oral
cherry only added to his lewd pleasure. He'd given Sue her first
taste of cock and now he was ready to give her her first taste of
something else - the big rusty load of jizz he'd carried home with
him from last night's date. She had him primed. His horn was
ready to blow.
Hub's prick gave an urgent jerk that caused the top of its
swollen glans to slap against the inside of Sue's suction-indented
cheek. This was all the warning she got. Before she realized
what was happening, he had his hand on the back of her head and
was shooting off in her virginal mouth.
Frantically she tried to raise her head and back her mouth
off the obscenely spurting thing. But his strength was greater
than hers. She couldn't sit up. He was holding her head down in
his lap with the twitching head of his cock still remaining inside
her shocked oral chamber.
The stuff was gushing out of him, slimy and slick, thick and
ropy. It gave her a rich blast of bitter-almond flavor as it
splashed luridly over her stunned tongue. This was potent semen
from the huge hairy testicles of a healthy middle-aged man, and it
stung her tender taste buds like Mexican hot sauce.
Oh, dear God, no, no, nooh! Sue wailed in mental anguish.
He expects me to swallow his filthy scum! I won't do it! I'd
rather die!
Sue had little choice in the matter, however, since her
piteous whimpering and struggling effected not one iota of concern
for Hub for the terrible dilemma he was causing her to suffer.
The man was a virtual reservoir of sperm. His sticky hot
spend floated her tongue and bulged her cheeks. Sue had to
abandon her plan to hold the dreadful substance in her mouth and
then run to the john and spit it out. He simply had too much of
it. Her mouth was full to capacity and still his ballooning
dickhead was pumping it to her. It was either swallow or drown,
so, feeling horribly misused, Sue swallowed - and swallowed and
swallowed and swallowed - with the sharp acridity of his sticky
hot come imparting a burning sensation to the sensitive lining of
her throat as it skidded down in big slippery oysterlike globs
that seemed to thud splattingly into her churningly nauseated
stomach.
"You bastard," she hissed a moment later as she sat up,
choking and gagging and mopping come off her lips and chin with
her weak and shaking hands. "You filthy animal!"
"Sue? Sue, where are you? Sue?"
It was Doug. He was calling for her. Numbly Sue got up and,
feeling defiled and degraded in a way that no decent woman should
ever be, she went to her husband. He was shivering.
"I think my temperature is ba-back up, honey," he said, as
Sue approached the bed.
She leaned over him and, forgetting to wipe her hand, felt
his feverish forehead with her sperm-moistened palm. "It is.
Poor baby. I'll get you some more aspirin."
Sue had to pass through the living room to get to the
kitchen. Hub was sitting there on the couch, watching the
baseball game, as if nothing at all had happened.
"Com'ere, Suzy," he called, holding out his empty beer can
without looking away from the TV. "Take this and bring me another
one."
Sue wanted to scream. Loathing herself for being so meek and
completely submissive to a brute like Hub, she took his empty and
brought him another can of beer. Then she went back to the
kitchen to get aspirin and a glass of water for her suffering
husband.
Chapter 6
Hub didn't touch Sue for the next few weeks. In fact, he was
hardly ever home. It was no secret where he was spending his
nights. When he brought his laundry for Sue to do, he would stay
a few minutes and talk to Doug, bragging about what a "hot piece"
his divorcee girlfriend was. Sue couldn't help overhearing the
vulgar conversations. She tried not to show it, but she felt
resentful and angry at having to wash his dirty clothes when he
was obviously shacking up with another woman.
"Why can't she wash his damned clothes for him?!" Sue yelled
at Doug one evening, after Hub had gone. "I suppose she's too
good, the whore!"
Doug was a bit taken aback by Sue's unexpected outburst. He
didn't know what to think. All outward signs indicated that she
despised Hub and was glad to have him out of the house, so he had
no way of knowing that his lovely young bride was actually jealous
of Hub's girlfriend, and hating herself for it.
When college let out for the summer, Doug got a job as
salesman for a correspondence school. After a few days of
training, they sent him out of town to work. His first sales trip
would keep him away from home for a week to ten days. Sue was
left alone in the house. This made her feel uneasy, and with good
reason, for about ten-thirty on the first night of her husband's
absence, Hub moved back in. Sue had already gone to bed. She was
reading when she heard him come in.
"Suzy," he called from the front room. "Oh, Su-zy Baby."
Just the sound of his voice made her tense up. The slight
slurring of her name told Sue that her stepfather-in-law had been
drinking, and the way he sing-songed it out left no doubt in her
mind of his intentions. He was in a sexy mood.
Hoping he would go away, or at least leave her alone, she
ignored him. But he was not to be put off that easily. Her heart
quickened as she heard him walking through the living room, coming
nearer. Being alone in the house, she hadn't bothered to close
her door. Suddenly he appeared in the doorway, a half-smile half-
frown plastered on his coarse-featured face.
"So there you are," he muttered, pausing just inside her
bedroom, his eyes dancing devilishly as he drank in the youthful
beauty of the nineteen-year-old blond lying in bed clad only in a
pale blue nightgown. The covers hid her from the waist down but
the pointed pink nipples of her lovely breasts were clearly
visible through their covering of wispy blue nylon. "Didn't you
hear me calling you?" he demanded.
Sue nodded nervously.
"Then why the hell didn't you answer?"
"Because I didn't feel like it!" she snapped. "What are you
doing here anyway?"
"I live here, remember? It's my house."
"But why now? You know Doug is out of town," she whined.
"That's why," he chuckled. "Don't want you to get lonesome,
Suzy Baby." As he spoke, he moved slowly toward her, unbuttoning
his shirt.
The magazine in Sue's hand began trembling.
"Stay away from me," she warned timorously. "I don't want
anything more to do with you."
"Need some pussy," he said with a grin.
"Then get it from your divorcee girlfriend!" Sue shrilled.
"I heard you bragging to Doug what a 'hot piece' she is. Get out
of my bedroom. Go back to your slut!"
He laughed mockingly as he tossed away his shirt, baring to
Sue's reluctant gaze his hairy, superbly muscled upper torso.
"Why, Suzy Baby, you sound downright jealous."
"Jealous!" she shrieked. "Don't flatter yourself. I
couldn't care less what you do, or who you do it with, just so
long as you leave me alone!"
Again he laughed. As he unbuckled his belt and dropped his
pants, he told Sue it was all over between him and the divorcee,
that he'd broken it off because all she could think about lately
was getting married. "Now with you, I don't have to worry about
that, do I? Being as you're already married. Nice of Doug to
take that job, wasn't it? Gives us a clear field while he's on
the road. And from what he was telling me, he'll be out of town
most of the time. Ha. Ha, ha."
"Maybe he will," Sue admitted. "But it won't do you any
good."
"That's horseshit and you know it."
"It is not!" Sue whined, hurling the magazine at him and then
jerking the covers up to her chin. "If you so much as touch me,
I'll scream."
"Will you, Suzy? You're all shook up, aren't you, baby? Why
are you shivering? Cold? Scared? Excited maybe?"
Hub had merely ignored the magazine as it sailed harmlessly
past him and hit the floor. All his attention was riveted upon
Sue. He was pleased by the fearful yet fascinated expression on
her pretty face as he tugged down his shorts and allowed them to
slide down his powerful legs.
An involuntary gasp escaped Sue's tremulous lips. She didn't
want to view his exposed sexual organs but couldn't seem to look
away. His huge prong was in a state of semi-erection, yawning
lazily to one side and drooping slightly. Below it dangled the
wrinkled, hair-covered skin bag containing his walnut-sized
testicles. Absently the tip of her tongue touched her upper lips
at its midpoint.
"Looks good to you, does it?" he chortled.
"No, damn you!" she spat. "Next to you, it's the ugliest
thing I ever saw!" But she was lying and they both knew it. God
help me, she thought, it does look good to me!
Sue would've rather died than admit this to Hub, however
there was no denying it to herself. The sight of his rising,
thickening penis brought back the memory of how wildly she'd
responded to this brute of a man when he'd so callously raped her.
She felt defenseless and vulnerable as, against her will, a sense
of unbidden excitement welled up in her at the prospect of her
husband's stepfather once again overpowering her and taking her by
force.
"G-Get out of here," she whined, when Hub, completely naked,
climbed into bed with her.
He grasped her wrist and drew her hand to his loins, forcing
her slender, feminine fingers around the hard, hot shaft of his
massive member.
"No!" she protested, even as her fingers encircled him with
an eagerness that surprised them both. "Oh, nooh," she whimpered
when, unable to control herself, she began stroking his blood-
engorged prick for him.
"Feels good to you, huh?" Hub asked.
"Yes, yes ... oh, damn you, it does!"
"Sure it does," he laughed derisively. "And we both know
why, don't we? Because you're nothing but a slut. Isn't that
right, Suzy baby?"
It was too much, having him laugh at her and call her a
despicable name just when she was about ready to give him anything
he wanted. Tears of shame and humiliation filled her baby-blue
eyes.
"I'm not a slut," she wailed, jerking her hand away. "All I
want in the world is to live a normal, decent life and to be a
good wife to Doug. Now get out of here. Leave me alone. Please,
Hub, please!"
"Huh-uh. Can't do that," he replied. "Don't know what it
is, but there's something about you that brings out the beast in
me. Spread 'em, Suzy Baby, you're going to get screwed."
But Sue meant what she said. When he grabbed her and tried
to roll atop her, she fought him frantically. This amused Hub.
His bursts of raucous laughter filled the room while, for moments
that seemed like hours to Sue, he wrestled her around in the bed,
attempting to wear her down and overcome her resistance. He
succeeded in ripping her nightgown off her and, during the
struggle, the covers got kicked clear down to the foot of the bed.
"No, Hub!" she panted breathlessly, her heart hammering like
that of a captured wild fawn, when at last Hub managed to get on
top of her and pry her legs apart. "You mustn't do this awful
thing to me! Not again! Oh, damn you ... don't rape me! Please,
please don't rape me!"
Hub was also out of breath, and his narrowed eyes had that
glassy look of lust about them. Determinedly he reached down and
took his aching rod in hand, skinned it back and, squirming into a
better position, guided the forefront of his bulbous glans into
the hair-fringed opening of Sue's unwilling vagina.
"Oh, God," she moaned, because for a second there, when she
felt the heated knob pressing for entrance, she had the crazy urge
to throw her legs wide apart and let him ram that big lovely thing
up into her as deep as it would go. This unwifely emotion shocked
her, however, and regaining her senses, she slapped his face as
hard as she could, hissing, "Bastard! Bastard! You no-good
bastard! Don't you dare put that nasty thing in me!"
"That was a big mistake," Hub growled. "Shouldn't have
slapped me! You asked for it, and now you're gonna get it. I
warned you the last time you drew your hand back to me; now I'm
going to spank that sassy ass of yours, but good!"
In her weakened condition, Sue's desperate but feeble efforts
to defend herself proved futile. It was as if she were caught up
in a whirlwind, the way he grabbed her and, sitting up on the side
of the bed, flung her across his knees.
Never in her life had she received such a sound spanking as
the one Hub gave her. Showing no mercy at all to her piteous
pleas and outcries of pain, he laid it onto her nude backside with
the bare palm of his hamlike, workman's hand.
Splat, splat, splat! came the rapid-fire report of the man's
punishing hand as it rose and fell, raining well-aimed blows upon
the creamy-white buns of the young blondes voluptuous buttocks.
"Stop it! Stop it! Let me up!" Sue screeched, squirming in
pain as she kicked her bare feet wildly about and beat
ineffectively at her tormentor's hairy legs with her small fists.
"Do you know who's boss around here yet? Are you ready to
mind me now?" Hub demanded, pausing with his hand held high in the
air, at the ready if more swats were needed to bring this spirited
little filly into line.
"Boss? Mind you?" Sue gasped. She glared up at his ugly,
grinning face. The glint of evil sexual dominance in his narrowed
eyes scared her, but still she spat venomously, "You're crazy!
You know that? It'll be a cold day in hell before I'll mind an
old man like you! Go to hell, Old Man! Go to hell!"
As she spoke, Sue was trying desperately to get up off his
lap, but her struggle to break free proved useless. He was simply
too strong, and he was really angry now, because of what she'd
said to him.
"Old man! Crazy!" he bellowed. "Why, you little ..." Hub's
voice trailed off. He gritted his teeth. His eyes pulled down to
mere slits which seemed to glow. The muscles of his jaws pumped
in and out. And then he swung into action. Down came his hand.
"WHACK!"
"AAIIEEE!!!" Sue shrieked, as the smarting pain nearly made
her pass out.
He'd smacked her so hard it stung his work-hardened hand.
There was a crimson imprint of his huge hand on the soft white
skin of her shocked and cringing asscheek. It was good enough for
her, the smart-mouthed little shit, Hub decided, going right on
with it. If he had to beat that pretty young butt half off her,
he meant to do it, in order to master her. All the fooling around
was over. No more Mister Nice Guy would he be. Before he was
finished with her, she would be glad to obey him.
"Let up! Let up! You're killing me! Please let up ... oh,
please, please," Sue begged, as he continued to spank her for long
moments that seemed like hours. It felt to her as if he were
literally setting her behind on fire. She couldn't stand it any
longer.
"Apologize!" he barked, pausing again, panting from the
effort he'd expended.
"Yes, yes," she gasped. "I'm sorry ... for what I said.
You're not crazy. I never thought you were. You're the boss. I
know that now ... and I'll mind you. I swear I will, if you'll
only stop spanking me. It hurts. Lord but it hurts!"
Both of her buns were burning, their color having been
changed from pale white to an almost neon red. Hub stared down
with gloating approval at the reddened rump of the squirming,
whimpering, sobbing teen-aged girl. She sounded like a chastised
child, whereas only a few moments earlier she had enraged him with
her outburst of haughty defiance. This new attitude of hers was
more to Hub's liking. Just for good measure, he slapped her rosy-
red rear end a couple more times, then he ordered, "Lay down!"
Sue slid off his lap and hurried to obey.
"Not over there, damn it," he scolded and, patting the very
center of the mattress, he added, "Put it right here."
He didn't have to tell her twice. Obediently she scooted to
the middle of the bed and positioned her feverish fanny on the
spot her bullying stepfather-in-law had indicated.
"That's better. Now spread 'em, Suzy Baby."
"His voice sounded amused but his expression told her he
meant business and would tolerate no more resistance from her.
She spread her long, shapely legs, revealing to him the most
intimate of her private parts.
"You're good and juicy now," he commented.
Sue said nothing. She knew her pussy was moist and swollen
with unbidden desire. It embarrassed her to lie there with her
legs apart, letting this brute of a man lean over her nude body to
examine her groin at close range. He moved his face so near that
she could feel his hot breath bathing the top of her trembling
thigh. For a moment she thought he intended to kiss her right
between the legs, and she shivered with a surge of perverted
expectancy. But his lips only brushed the sparse blond hair of
her mons veneris before he pecked a single quick kiss on her
indented belly button then sat back up beside her.
"You're nothing but a hot-assed little cunt," he hissed, as
he reached out and began running his hand possessively over her
abdomen and breasts, all the while leering down at her as if to
say, I'm your lord and master now, girl.
A mixture of shame and humiliation welled up in Sue. Her
cheeks flushed and she turned her head to the side, closing her
tear-misted eyes to shut out the sight of the man who was abusing
her against her wifely will.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She shook her head. "I can't. I'm too ashamed."
Calmly he captured the coral cone at the tip of her nearest
breast between his thumb and forefinger and slowly began pinching
down on the tender tit-flesh.
"Nnnn!" she whimpered.
"Look at me."
The mounting pain in her nipple forced her to blink open her
eyes, turn her head back toward him and gaze fearfully up at him.
"Please stop. You're hurting me."
"Sure, hot cunt," he chuckled, and immediately he released
her nipple. "Are you ready for me to hose you now?"
"What an uncouth slob you are," she muttered, the words
escaping her lips before she could think.
A wicked smile spread over his face. Suddenly he grasped
both her tumescent pink nipples, pinching them harshly and
twisting them cruelly at the same time.
"NNAAAHHH!" Sue cried, squirming and cringing, her pretty
face drawing up in pain.
"Are you ready for me to hose you now?" he repeated.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
And she was ready. The spanking had turned her on and now
the sharp pain he was so sadistically inflicting upon her lovely
breasts snapped something deep down inside of the very core of her
being. It made no sense at all, but suddenly she was wild to have
him manhandle her and take her violently.
"Your cock!" she gasped. "Give me your cock!"
He let go her titties and, grinning triumphantly, swung
astride her tremulous torso on his knees. Leaning forward with
his hands on his hips, he rested his hairy nutsack on her upper
chest and wagged his massive member in her face, offering it to
her but saying nothing. How it boosted his male ego when the
pretty young wife of his absent stepson whined softly, as if she
were fighting some sort of moral battle, and then, turning glassy-
eyed, she gave up and grabbed his hard horn with both of her
small, girlish hands.
"It's beautiful ... simply beautiful," she breathed, skinning
it back with tender loving care. When she'd bared the glistening
knob of his organ, a choked sob escaped her and she began planting
wet, almost worshipful kisses upon the oily, somewhat smelly
surface of the purplish dome.
"Cocksucker," he slurred, deliberately defiling her by the
way he pronounced the insulting obscenity.
Instead of deterring her, the belitting name-tag only spurred
Sue on. Purring like a hungry cat who was finally being fed, she
stuck out her dainty pink tongue and started lapping up the clear
cockcream as it oozed from the pouting eye of the man's enlarged
glans penis. And she didn't stop there, either. Longingly she
laved the entire bulb of his musky-tasting masculinity, literally
scrubbing the exciting flavor off it with the roughened upper
surface of her shameless taste organ.
Entwining his fingers in the silky strands of her naturally
curly blond hair, he jerked her head back from his loins.
Tauntingly he flexed his sex muscles again and again, making his
prick dance in her hands as the head expanded and contracted
repeatedly right in front of Sue's face.
"Please don't tease me like this! I don't know what you've
done to me, but you've made me want your thing so bad! Give it to
me! Don't hold me away!" She pulled, tugging at his rod and
attempting to capture the turgid crown of it with her puffy pink
lips. "I want to give you some head ... blow you ... go down on
you! Please, please, please ... let me suck your nasty dick!"
He laughed at her, degrading her all the more as he continued
to taunt her by keeping the object of her oral affection just out
of her mouth's range. This went on for two or three minutes
before Hub grew tired of it, but he still refused to give the
lust-lost young wife the oral satisfaction for which she was
begging. Not that he wouldn't have enjoyed it himself, for he
most definitely would have. However, in his mean mood of the
moment he wasn't about to give Sue anything that she wanted so
desperately.
"You filthy little pig," he husked, and he slapped her.
The smarting pain and sudden shock of being slapped so
humiliatingly in the face brought Mrs. Sue Fletcher part way back
to her senses. She shook her head as if coming out of a trance.
"Why, you, you," she sputtered, "you mean, awful man! I hate
you, hate you, hate you!"
"Sure you do," he chuckled, swinging his legs down between
hers, working himself into position above her. "But you love my
pecker, right?"
"No, damn you, I loathe you and it, too!" she spat, lying
beneath him, defeated but disdainful. "I don't know what came
over me there for a moment, but whatever it was it's done with
now. Get off me. Let me up, you dirty old ma-aannn! No, no!
Don't! Ohh ... stop! Don't! Stop!" she protested, as he brought
the rounded tip of his plum-sized dickhead to her fluted portal
and began wedging it into that fur-fringed crack of vulnerable
femininity.
Within slightly more than a minute, however, the tone of the
teen-aged bride began to change. She was still mouthing the same
words, only now she was running those words together, going,
"Don't stop ... uunnn ... mmmmm ... oh, don't stop now!"
He had stuffed the entire head of his fat dick inside her
remarkably tight opening and was pausing momentarily to enjoy the
delightful snugness of her flutteringly gripping gap. "Do you
love my pecker?" he asked.
"Yes!" she sighed. "Love it, love it!"
"Just a couple of minutes ago you said you loathed it," he
reminded.
"I di-didn't mean it," she told him, involuntarily undulating
her hips and straining her loins up toward him.
"You lied?"
"Uh-huh," she readily agreed. "I must have. Oh, daddy,
more. Give me more!"
"More what?" he taunted.
"More of that big beautiful dong!" she hissed and, throwing
her arms around him, she clapped her hands over the hairy buns of
his muscular rump and began tugging him ever downward, sighing
again and again as he allowed her hungry hot hole to take in inch
after hard, throbbing inch of his woman-stretching prick.
She was his to do with as he pleased now. Hub knew that full
well. At the moment, it pleased him to hear her beg, so he paused
with just a little more than half his girthful prong still
remaining outside the heavenly wet warmth of her snug, velvety
sheath.
"More!" she pleaded, without his having to coax her even a
little bit.
He slipped her another inch of it.
"Ohhh," she sighed. "Oh, Yes, yes! More! Give me MORE!"
It seemed to anger him each time he had her just where most
men would've wanted her - so hot and bothered that she appeared to
be half out of her mind with desire, and actually begging for it -
because all at once he snorted like a bull, cursed her and
brutally drove the last four inches of his nine-inch phallus into
the passion-drugged girl.
There was a ragged intake of her breath as Sue's tiny twat
was forced open to the limit in order to accommodate the fantastic
girth and length of the inboring bludgeon. Her mouth gaped open
and her eyelids clamped shut. A tremor racked her feverish body.
She emitted a cry not unlike the bleating of a lamb when the
fistlike head of his inrushing organ hit the neck of her womb and
shoved that pear-shaped organ of ultra-femininity a good two
inches higher up into her abdominal cavity.
"Oh, Lord ... Lord!" she gasped, shuddering all over.
With a grunt, her stepfather-in-law began humping away,
giving it to her hard and fast right from the start. He didn't
even give her time to catch her breath. She felt weak and feared
for a moment that she might faint.
"Bitch! Whore! Slut!" Hub barked down at her, as he crammed
it to her with all the force he could muster.
The bedsprings were squawking and creaking in a way that
Sue's husband had never caused them to do when he was making love
to her in this very same bed. But what Hub was doing to her now
couldn't possibly be considered lovemaking by any stretching of
even the most vivid imagination. This was nothing but raw,
primitive sex. It was wicked and sinful, and it was also
extremely exciting! Subconsciously Sue had been longing for the
rough fucking Hub was now giving her ever since he'd raped her
that first time.
"Do it! Oh, daddy, do it tooo me!" she rasped, rolling her
head sensually from side to side.
Her arms and legs were for the moment sprawled about at
various angles from her body. They had no strength and she
couldn't seem to control them as they were jostled about on the
bouncing mattress. In fact, she could hardly catch her breath, so
fast and furiously was the big brute of a man screwing into her.
She felt somewhat like a rag doll being shaken by a vicious,
snarling dog.
Bam, bam, bam! was the sound made by the head-board beating
against the wall.
"Harder!" she urged. "Faster! I th-think ... I'm going to
... to come! Oh ... ohhh ... oohhhh!"
It was only a miniorgasm, a promise of bigger and better
things to come, and the misbehaving young bride accepted it
gratefully and greedily. The way she was beginning to feel, she
doubted that even her horny stepfather-in-law would be able to
give her all the sexing she wanted. A force long ago suppressed
by her strict moral upbringing was now being prodded awake by the
pistoning prick which was pumping her so gloriously full of carnal
pleasure. Strength began to flow back into her arms and legs. It
soon became impossible for her to lie still. She flung her arms
around the muscular torso of her husband's stepfather and started
hunching her secreting blond slot up to him, eagerly helping with
her own ravishment.
"You hot-assed little cunt," Hub hissed down at her. He
stroked the staff of lust to her faster and harder yet, as if he
meant to punish her for finding enjoyment in the indecent sex act
he himself was forcing upon her. At least he'd had to force her
at first.
Sue kissed him passionately on the neck and raked his hairy
buttocks with the sharp edges of her sexy pink-painted
fingernails, much in the same mood and manner as a rodeo cowgirl
might use hers to spur a bronco in order to make him buck all the
harder.
"Cheatin', cock-crazy bitch," he hurled at her.
His verbal abuse made her all the wilder for it. She drew up
her legs, bending them at the knees, and planted her bare feet on
the mattress. The muscles in her thighs and calves contracted
smoothly and swiftly as she began really slamming her sopping wet
pussy up to him.
Wordlessly they clung to one another, screwing like mad for a
couple of minutes or more. Soon they were both perspiring
profusely, their abdomens slapping wetly together in mid-air. Hub
was grunting rhythmically. Moans and sighs of sexual delight
poured continuously from Sue's parted, quivering lips. The
thickness of his pumping prong made the inflamed petals of her
small sex flower fold inward each time he filled her with it.
Then during the outstroke her crimson cuntal lips clung to his
retreating shaft tightly, distending out obscenely from her body
as if reluctant to lose his precious penis for even a fraction of
a second.
"Ohhh," she sighed, matching him stroke for stroke now. "Oh,
daddy, daddy ... you darling man!"
The pleasure of it was taking Hub over now, too. He flashed
her a lewd grin, then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her,
feeding her his tongue.
Murmuring in her throat, she licked back at his beery-tasting
tongue and sucked it even deeper into her hungry mouth. There was
an added thrill at having both her erogenous orifices filled by
him at the same time.
"Shake it, Suzy Baby," he husked, when at last he withdrew
his tongue from her suctioning oral cavern. "Shake that hot ass
for your 'daddy darling man'," he laughed mockingly.
But Sue was beyond being affected by his verbal taunts. A
swirling fog of mind-blanking lust consumed her consciousness.
Her only reply was a quickening of her raspy breathing and an
urgent plea of, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... FUCK MEE!"
And then she was coming, throwing back her head as the
floodgates of pleasure burst open with her, and crying out in
ecstasy, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OH, DARLING, DARLING ... OH, GOD ...
GGOODDD ... OOOOHHHHHHHH ... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
The intensity of her climax proved to be tremendous. She
gasped for air, moaning and sobbing blissfully, her entire body
shivering with the rapture of it as Hub kept right on powering the
pole to her.
But not for long. The divine heat of her tight, wet,
convulsively clutching vagina pushed him over the brink within
seconds and, grunting in the typical male fashion, he rammed his
throbbing stalk into her all the way and emptied the burdensome
contents of his aching balls into the sweet, hot depths of her
heaving little belly.
"Now, Suzy Baby, tell old Hub you didn't enjoy that
screwing," he chuckled, gazing down at the satisfied expression on
her flushed face as he rotated his hips with his still erect prick
fully into her.
Sue could only whimper with delight as she felt his long dong
stirring her orgasmically twitching insides. She was still in the
final throes of her coming.
"Is it good, hot cunt?"
"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh Lord yes!"
"You loved the hosing I just gave you, didn't you?"
"Loved it!" she readily admitted. "Every vulgar minute of
it. God help me but I did."
Reluctant to break the carnal connection, he lazed atop the
panting, sighing girl, letting his pecker soak in her until it
went soft. Only then did he drag his deflated dong out of her
and, as soon as he did so, he rolled over and turned his back to
her.
As Sue drifted down little by little from the sensuous
heights to which Hub had transported her, she became more and more
ashamed of the lustful manner in which she'd responded to him. No
matter that she'd done so after being manhandled and spanked into
submission, for she'd thoroughly enjoyed that part of it too, and
this both worried and puzzled her. Now she was an adulteress and,
besides feeling guilty, she was angry at Doug for putting her in
the situation which had resulted in her cheating on him with his
own stepfather.
"Now that you've had what you want," she snapped, venting all
her anger and resentment on Hub, "will you please get the hell out
of my room!"
He just laughed at her. A moment later he reached down and
pulled the covers up over himself, then turned off the bedside
lamp and settled down for the night.
"Of all the unmitigated gall!" she huffed. "Where do you get
your nerve!"
"The same place you get your sassiness," he chuckled. "Now
shut your sweet little cocksucking mouth and let's get some
sleep."
For long moments she lay rigid and tense beside him, staring
up at the darkened ceiling. Her mind was in a turmoil. One thing
was clear, however - Hub intended to be sleeping with her whenever
he pleased while her own husband was out of town working. There
was no denying that he could satisfy her sexually much better than
Doug had ever done, and part of her was attracted to the older man
because of that; but the decent part of her still wanted none of
these sinful goings on. She seemed to have no choice in the
matter, though. He was taking her over!
Hub began to snore.
Shortly, against her better judgment, Sue gave in to her
baser nature. She snuggled up to the warm, hairy backside of her
husband's horny stepfather and went to sleep.
Chapter 7
It was not exactly the sweetest music this side of heaven,
but it wasn't bad and the dancing couples seemed to be enjoying
it. Sounds of merriment filled the ballroom of the respectable
old hotel. The party was being thrown by the city's largest
wholesale building materials dealer. It was an annual affair.
Contractors large and small were invited, and any guests they
cared to bring were more than welcome.
Sue hadn't wanted to come at first, but Hub insisted that she
go with him and so, here she was. This was the first date she'd
had since she and Doug had got married. It was wrong, of course,
to go out with another man while her unsuspecting husband was out
of town working, but she couldn't seem to refuse Hub anything any
more. Besides, she'd reasoned, going to a party with him couldn't
be as wrong as staying home and having sex with him, as she'd been
doing for the last several nights.
"Having fun?" Hub asked, as he returned from the bar with
fresh drinks for them both.
She nodded and smiled at him as he sat down in the booth
beside her. "I can't help feeling guilty, though, going to a
party while Doug is off working."
"Screw Doug," he said. "He doesn't have to know about
tonight, does he?" He laughed. "Or last night? Or the night
before?"
"He mustn't know," she said, and took a nervous sip of the
drink he'd just brought her. "I'd die if he found out about us,
Hub. I'd just die."
"What if I decide to kick him out and keep you all to
myself?" he asked.
"What?!" she gasped. "You're not serious!"
He met her frantic gaze and looked her right in the eye.
"Are you?"
He shrugged. "I don't know if I am or not, but I kind of
like having you all to myself."
Sue blushed. She felt a surge of warmth toward him. "Are
you trying to tell me you love me?"
"Don't go putting words in my mouth, little girl," be warned.
"All I said was-"
"Copeland!" a male voice boomed. "Hub Copeland!"
A man of about fifty was walking toward them with his right
hand extended. Sue had never seen him before. She noticed that
although Hub shook hands with the man and motioned him to sit down
with them, he appeared to be slightly annoyed by the intrusion of
their privacy.
"You old devil you, how've you been doing?" the man asked,
smiling broadly as he took a seat across from both of them. "I
haven't seen you for ... must be six or seven months now! Too
long, pal. Old friends ought to get together every now and again,
if for nothing more than to swap lies!" He slapped the table and
laughed uproariously, as if he thought he'd said something
extremely funny. Then he turned his attention on Sue. "This your
new missus? Little young for you, isn't she?" he asked, winking
slyly at Hub. "Pretty tough. Real pretty girl. Introduce us,
man, where's your manners?"
"Jack Barker; Sue Fletcher," Hub said, with a wave of his
hand from one to the other. "She's my stepson's wife."
"Oh?" Jack Barker arched an eyebrow and looked at Sue, his
manner making her feel uncomfortable. "And where is he?"
"Doug's a salesman for a correspondence school," Sue
explained. "He's working out of town at the present."
"Oh!" Jack Barker exclaimed, his facial expression turning
absolutely impish as he shifted his gaze from Sue to Hub and back
again.
"You don't understand" Sue told him, wondering how this
stranger had put her on the spot like this, and why she felt it
necessary to explain anything to him in the first place. "You
see, my husband is going to college on the G.I. Bill. Only it's
summer now and he's working instead ... and we're living with Hub
for the time being because we're short of money."
"You're living with Hub," Jack Barker said. "And your
husband is out of town working? Ooo, la, la!"
Sue's cheeks turned crimson. She looked to Hub for help but
he was grinning across the table at his friend. Obviously he was
amused. The two men burst out laughing simultaneously. It was
more than Sue could graciously take. Glaring at them, she
muttered something very unladylike and then took a deep pull on
her drink. She already felt tipsy, and knew she was drinking too
much.
"Hey, come on, sugar," Jack Barker coaxed. "I was just
putting you on a little bit, that's all. Honest. I didn't mean
anything by it."
"I don't appreciate being the butt of an off-color joke such
as you were making," Sue told him.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
Sue gave him a stony glance and went on sipping her drink.
"Jack's just a fun-loving guy who likes to kid around with
people," Hub said. "Isn't that right, Jack, old buddy?"
"Hell right," Jack replied. "Specially pretty women."
"The nice man just paid you a compliment, Suzy Baby," Hub
said, as he reached under the table, ran his hand up then down her
nylon-encased thigh and gripped her knee. "Don't you think you
ought to thank him?"
Beneath the table Hub was gripping her knee tighter and
tighter, applying pressure to force her into saying what he wanted
her to say. She winced and then begrudgingly muttered, "Thank
you."
"Smile and say it again, like you mean it this time."
It was all she could do to keep from crying out, for his
powerful fingers were like a vise clamping down on her knee.
Forcing a smile, she said, "Thank you."
"Would you like to dance with the nice man?" Hub asked.
"If you wa-want me to," Sue stammered, "I wi-will."
"I asked you first," Hub said, looking nonchalant and
innocent as below the table he increased the pressure on her knee.
"Yes, I'd li-like to ... dance with the nice man." she
managed to say, grimacing with pain.
"Then ask him for a dance."
Sue's cheeks flushed with humiliation. To make it even
worse, Jack Barker's lewd expression told her that he had the
situation pretty well sized up now and could guess what the
relationship between her and her husband's stepfather really was.
He just sat there, grinning, not volunteering to come to her aid.
Apparently he was enjoying her embarrassment.
"Would you dance with me, Mister Barker," she asked, calling
him mister in the hope that it might keep things formal between
them and prevent him from getting any ideas of his own about her.
That would be all she'd need - to have some average-looking fifty-
year-old man calling her up and dropping by the house when both
Doug and Hub were gone - and from what she'd seen of him so far he
was the type who might try to make a play for her.
"All right with you, pal?" Barker asked.
Hub laughed and nodded his consent while, his actions hidden
beneath the table, he patted Sue's abused knee then ran his hand
up between her legs, under her short skirt, and cupped her crotch.
"Long as you don't try to maneuver her into a dark corner and slip
the meat to her," he said, hooking the crotchband of her panties
to one side with his thumb. "After all, Jack, she is my daughter-
in-law and I have to watch out for her well-being while my stepson
is gone."
As he spoke, all the while looking directly at the man across
the booth from them, Hub rather roughly inserted his large,
knobby-knuckled middle finger into Sue's blond honeypot. A lack
of precoital moistness caused this unexpected invasion of her
privates to hurt. However, this pain had a sexual overtone and,
added to the other pain and humiliation she was already suffering,
she responded almost immediately. She couldn't help herself. Hub
had this strange power over her that she didn't understand at all
but was totally unable to protect herself against. Beads of clear
feminine lubricant popped out on the walls of her small vagina in
copious abundance, coating his finger as he stroked it rather
absently in and out of her hair-ringed slit.
Nervously Sue sipped at her drink. She scooted a bit lower
in the booth and spread her legs wider apart for the brute of a
man who was more her master than her lover. Out of shame over
what was being done to her in a public place with people all
about, she lowered her head and dropped her gaze. Now she could
inadvertently see as well as feel the sinful manipulations of her
loins. Her skirt was bunched up at the top of her thighs.
Sparse, curly blond tufts of pubic hair were visible as she caught
sight of Hub's thick finger dipping in and out of her clefted
mound.
In mortified fascination she watched herself being finger-
fucked. She wished Hub would stop this lust-inciting insanity,
but she couldn't even ask him to quit without giving away the
secret, at least to Hub's friend, and she would simply die if that
nasty old man found out.
The men were talking about past events which held no interest
for Sue, so she ignored them as best she could. Jack Barker had
said he wanted to wait for a slow tune to dance with her because
he didn't like the new dances where no one touched anyone else.
She dreaded having to dance with the man. He would probably try
to feel her bottom and nibble her earlobe. He looked like that
type. Maybe they wouldn't play any more slow songs, she hoped.
Maybe Hub would feel the urge and take her home soon, and give her
what his passion-provoking finger was making her want in spite of
her protesting conscience.
Emitting a soft sigh of surrender to the sensual pleasure
being secretly pumped into her, Sue squirmed her rump about and
snuggled her furry nest tighter against Hub's naughty hand. She
closed her eyes in order to more fully savor the sinful
sensations. He was getting to her. A wicked little smile tugged
at the corners of her mouth. Absently she ran the tip of her pink
tongue all around the oval of her soft, full, parted lips.
Just when she was starting to really enjoy it, Hub withdrew
his finger, wiped it on her skirt and said, "Time to go home."
Blinking open her eyes, Sue found herself looking across the
booth into the leering face of Hub's friend.
"Those little catnaps are great, aren't they?" Barker
quipped.
Sue frowned at him.
"Come on," Hub said. "Finish your drink and let's get out of
here."
"I don't want any more of it," she replied, suppressing a
giggle because now she wouldn't have to dance with Jack Barker.
"Drink it down."
Sue shrugged and finished her drink even though her mood
alerted her to the fact that she'd already had one too many.
There was no point in arguing with Hub, she reasoned almost
happily, since she always wound up doing what he wanted her to do
anyway. And besides, she didn't want to argue at a time like
this, when he had her all worked up and was about to take her
home.
Hub's obnoxious buddy followed them outside and across the
parking lot.
"Where's your car?" Hub asked.
"Didn't bring it," Barker said. "Figured to load up on the
free booze and then take a cab home."
"Safer that way," Hub agreed, "if you're gonna get stinko."
But the man wasn't "stinko" and Sue couldn't understand why
he was walking along with them toward Hub's pickup.
"Let me get that door for the little lady," Jack Barker said,
and he hurried around the pickup ahead of Sue.
"Why, thank you," she said, surprised by his gentlemanly act.
He not only opened the door for her, he also took her arm and
helped her climb up into the cab of the truck.
"That was very thoughtful of you, Mister Barker," she said,
smiling sweetly at him as she waited patiently for him to shut the
door.
Hub got in on the driver's side, shut the door and then
patted the seat beside him. "Put it here, Suzy Baby."
Obediently she slid over to the middle of the seat. As soon
as she did, Jack Barker climbed in and shut the door. Sue
shrugged mentally, figuring that Hub was going to drop his friend
off somewhere. She hadn't heard them mention it, but then she
hadn't paid too much attention to their conversation. She
resented his riding in the truck with them, though, because now
she would have to act like a lady and she had this wild, wanton
desire to unzip Hub's fly, pull out that big beautiful phallus of
his and caress it all the way home.
When they stopped in front of Hub's house, his friend was
still with them. Sue didn't know what to think. The ride home
from the party had been strained and strangely silent. Neither of
the men had said a word to each other or to her. The only
personal contact of any sort had been when Jack Barker had
attempted to play kneesies with her shortly after they'd pulled
out of the hotel parking lot. She'd jerked her leg quickly away
from his and thrown him an icy glance that had evidently made him
know she wasn't interested in that sort of thing, with him, at
least.
"What's going on here?" Sue demanded, when Hub swung open the
front door of the house and motioned for her and Barker to go on
in.
Whack!
"Ouch!" Sue exclaimed, rubbing her stinging asscheek which
Hub had just swatted as she hurried through the door. She noticed
the sex-hungry look in Jack Barker's eyes as he and Hub followed
her inside. Neither of the men were joking and carrying on now.
"Why did you have to do that ... in front of him?" Sue whined.
Ignoring her, Hub shut and locked the door. He stood beside
his friend, at least a head taller and fifty pounds heavier. Both
men were staring at her, looking her up and down. They were
making Sue feel uncomfortable, naked almost.
Finally Hub told her to make drinks, explaining that his
friend lived only a short distance away and that he'd invited him
to join them for a nightcap. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sue made
drinks and served them to the men. She went back to the kitchen
for her drink and, returning to the living room, made her way
toward the easy chair, since both the men were on the couch, one
sitting at either end of it. Before she could sit down, however,
Hub patted the couch between himself and Barker.
"Put it here."
"Please, Hub, I'd rather sit over here ... if you don't
mind."
"I mind."
"Hub!" she whined.
"You want a spanking?" he threatened.
"Hub, hush! You're embarrassing me to death!" Sue scolded.
"What will your friend think?"
"He'll probably think that you're a sassy little cunt who
deserves getting her butt beat. Now get over here."
"Hub, please!" she whined, as she hurried over and sat down
between the two men. "You shouldn't talk to me that way. At
least not in front of company."
"Company?" Hub laughed. "Hell, old Jack ain't company. He's
my buddy, a regular kind of guy, like me. We don't have to
pretend in front of him. Hell's bells, he knows the score."
With that, Hub leaned toward her, put his arm around her and
kissed her. She tried to push him away, mumbling a plea for him
to wait until his friend left, but as usual he bent her to his
will. His thumb hooked over the point of her dainty chin and he
forced her mouth open. In rushed his tongue, darting around here
and there as he explored her oral cavern. She noticed that Hub
seemed extra excited about kissing her, and she wondered if Jack
Barker's presence had anything to do with his mood.
Little by little she melted against him. Soon, she was
sucking his tongue hungrily and rolling her mouth against his.
Their tongues wrestled back and forth from one mouth to the other.
The lascivious sounds of oral suctioning could be heard softly but
distinctly in the otherwise quiet room. For a moment, Sue forgot
all about the man on the other end of the couch. She began
purring softly down deep in her throat. Hub was getting to her,
making her hot.
Suddenly he broke the kiss. With an evil smile playing over
his coarse-featured face, Hub said, "Jack, you want to swap a
little spit with her?"
Sue couldn't believe her shocked ears.
"Don't mind if I do," came Barker's reply as, grinning from
ear to ear, he set his drink aside and motioned for Sue to slide
over to him.
"Go on, Suzy Baby," Hub urged, giving her a little push.
"Hub, no," she pleaded, refusing to believe that he could be
serious about such a thing. "You're kidding, aren't you? You
don't really mean it, do you?"
"He's my buddy," Hub told her, a devilish glint in his eyes
as he pushed her slowly but surely into the cradle of Jack
Barker's welcoming arm. "Go on now. Give him a little kiss.
What can that hurt?"
"It can hurt me!" Sue wailed. "My self-image! Hub, no, I
ca-can't. It's not right! Doug ... think about Doug!"
"Shut up and give Jack a kiss!" Hub barked.
Sue gulped. Reluctantly she nodded agreement. She didn't
dare disobey him, for his expression warned her that he was
running out of patience with her. Tears of humiliation misted her
eyes as she turned her head toward Jack Barker and tilted up her
face, pursing her lips for the dreaded kiss from the fiftyish man.
"Pretty," Barker breathed, caressing her cheek with the palm
of his hand. "She surely is a pretty little thing, Hub."
He kissed her like the dirty old man she had intuitively
known he was right from the start. Roughly and with openmouthed
urgency he mashed his lips to hers. The tip of his tongue
wriggled wormlike between her resisting lips and began insistently
nudging her teeth.
"Noom!" Sue protested, speaking as clearly as she could with
her teeth clenched tightly together. She pushed at his shoulders,
attempting to break the kiss, but he had the back of her head
cupped in his hand and wouldn't let go.
"Open up, slut," Hub said. "Let the nice man French you."
Her senses reeling with shame, she opened her mouth slowly
and most unwillingly, as she screamed silently, Why, damn you,
Hub, why oh why are you degrading me this way! And then her
reluctant oral cavity was suddenly filled with the slippery,
suggestively thrusting tongue of the man old enough to be her
father and then some. It caused her to feel sick at her stomach.
For a moment there, Sue thought she was actually going to throw
up. And she hoped she did, right in his mouth. It would serve
him right.
But she didn't, and as the kiss went on and on and on, she
gradually accepted the situation and began licking back
tentatively at his tantalizing tongue. He must've kissed her for
five minutes or longer before she heaved a pitiful little whimper
of surrender and, throwing her arm around him, sucked down
hungrily on his now appealing taste organ.
"There now, that wasn't so bad after all, was it?" Barker
asked, when he finally came up for air.
Numbly, she shook her head, saying in a tiny dull-toned voice
that was barely audible, "No, not so bad."
Hub laughed. "Bad, hell. Looked to me like you was starting
to enjoy it." He drew her away from his friend and kissed her
again himself.
Time stood still for Sue, because it just didn't seem real,
what was happening to her. It had to be a nightmare. Surely it
was impossible for her to enjoy being passed back and forth
between two older men who were both giving her passionate French
kisses. But there was no denying the fact that she did enjoy it.
It was simply awful of her but she couldn't seem to help it.
She'd had too much to drink, Sue reasoned, making excuses for
herself. The alcohol had lowered her moral defenses. They were
taking advantage of her. Could she help it if she was a normal,
healthy girl? And being a normal, healthy girl, could she
possibly be expected not to respond to the continual stimulation
of so many wet, passionate kisses? Why, they were actually making
her dizzy, the way they kept turning her first to one of them and
then to the other, each of them hugging her and kissing her in
turn, letting her suck their sweet, wonderful tongues.
"I'll bet her snatch is sopping wet by now," Sue heard Hub
saying while she was being embraced by his nice friend. "Why
don't you reach under her skirt and check that out, Jack?"
The old devil didn't have to be coaxed. He rammed his tongue
all the farther down her throat. Ignoring her piteous little
noises of protest and feeble struggling to protect her virtue, he
wedged his hand between her tightly clenched-together thighs and
started working it up toward her groin.
"Noom ... noom," Sue pleaded muffledly into his mouth, as she
struggled to protect herself. Allowing them both to kiss her was
one thing, but she couldn't permit this total stranger, even if he
was a buddy of Hub's, to reach under her dress and touch her where
only her husband had the right to put his hand.
Sue had no choice in the matter, however, because Hub soon
came to the aid of his lecherous pal. With his strength, it
required small effort for him to grasp Sue's dimpled knees and
spread them apart.
"NOOM!" she wailed, when Barker's hand darted under her skirt
and began feeling her up.
"Man, oh, man." Barker exclaimed.
Sue shut her eyes in mortification and clenched her small
hands into fists of helpless rage as the dirty old man pawed her
against her wifely will.
"She wet?" Hub asked.
"Juicy as hell. Hot, too."
"Please," she whined, gazing imploringly into Hub's eyes.
"Please don't go any further. You mustn't do this terrible thing
to me."
Tenderly Hub clasped her head between his hands. Her cheeks
were flushed with desire. Her blond curly hair was in a state of
enticingly sensual disarray. Her full pink lips were puffy with
passion. Tears of shame hung at the corners of her eyes, but her
eyes themselves had that glassy look of lust about them. "You're
a beautiful little hunk of fuckstuff," Hub whispered, a split
second before he drew her mouth to his and kissed her sweetly but
with passion.
She melted all over him. Emitting a sigh of submission to
this man who had physically abused her and was now apparently
going to share her with his friend, she flung her arms around his
neck and allowed him to suck in her will as well as her tongue.
Shivering with the licentiousness of such wicked goings on,
she clung to Hub and kept up the tongue-entwined kissing as he,
too, began feeling her up. Tremulously she spread her nylon-clad
legs and allowed the two men to stroke and caress her as they
would. And what a thrill it gave her - once she quit resisting -
to have two men at once running their hands over her thighs and
rubbing up against the narrow strip of sheer, secretion-soaked
nylon which was the only thing protecting her private portal from
them now.
She could feel them working their fingers in under her
panties. First one then another fingertip found the elliptical
opening of her slippery slot and they both started probing into
her at the same instant.
"Ohh," she sighed, her lips breaking free of Hub's lips as
she gave in to the sensation of melting weakness and let her head
loll back against the couch. "What are you two doing to me? I've
never felt this way before. Mmmm ... oh, it's so wicked ... so
ni-nice!"
They each had a finger inside her vagina. She squirmed her
bottom voluptuously for them. It felt so different, but very good
indeed, as the two men finger-fucked her simultaneously.
Sometimes they stroked in unison but most of the time one knobby-
knuckled finger was sliding into her as the other one was being
pulled out, and getting both the push and the pull sensations at
the same time was enough to drive the poor girl out of her mind.
"Like it?" Hub asked.
"Uh-huh!" Sue breathed. "It's wild. Oh, daddy, kiss me
quick because I'm co-coming! Nnnn ... oohhhh!"
They took turns kissing her as they double-masturbated her
through that orgasm and a couple more that followed in rapid
succession. Before they quit, each of the men had two fingers in
her, stretching her blond muff to the point where they had her
whimpering with the pain of the rough treatment being given her
tender pussy. When they finally pulled their fingers out of her
and left her alone momentarily, Sue just sat there panting for
breath and trembling all over.
"Look at them lips," Jack Barker said. "She didn't get lips
like that from eating bananas."
Hub said nothing.
"I said I'll bet she didn't get lips like that from eating
bananas."
"Probably not," Hub agreed, reaching for his drink. He took
a sip. "What are you hinting at, Jack?"
"You know," Jack laughed nervously. "A little suckie-
suckie?"
"Maybe. If you play your cards right. How about it, Suzy,
you want to go down on old Jack here?"
Sue shook her head no. She wished they couldn't talk about
her that way. It made her feel cheap and vulgar.
"Then show him your titties," Hub laughed.
She didn't know if he was serious or not.
"Go on," he said.
She didn't want to but supposed it wouldn't really make any
difference, since he'd already seen and felt her loins. Leaning
forward, she reached behind her back and unbuttoned her blouse.
Hub helped her off with it. She unhooked her bra and Jack Barker
removed that garment of intimate apparel from her. She sat
between them naked to the waist, with her skirt shoved up to her
hips, and she couldn't help feeling ashamed.
"God, what a set of knockers," Barker said with obvious
admiration.
Sue's breasts were large and firm without a bit of sag. In
fact, they were sort of upswept and came to twin points in her
perfect pink nipples the shape of pencil erasers with the edges
just slightly rounded off.
"Run your grubby paws over them beauties," Hub invited.
"Hell right, don't mind if I do," Barker said, as he reached
over and weighed Sue's nearest breast by cupping it from below and
lifting up. He let out a squeal of delight and started bouncing
her tit up and down. "Goddamn, Hub, how'd you like to run
barefooted through a whole field of 'em just like this 'un?"
Hub laughed appreciatively. He tweaked the nipple of Sue's
other breast and commented that it might be sort of fun, at that.
As for Sue, what with her passion partly relieved by the
climaxes they'd given her through masturbation, she didn't think
much of Jack Barker's idea or his childish bouncing of her womanly
mound. She knew better than to belittle him for it, though.
Instead she took his hand in hers and began guiding it over her
tits, showing him how she liked to be caressed on that part of her
body. He took the cue and soon fanned the embers of her waning
desire back to life. When he began sucking and gently nibbling on
her nearest nerve-laden cone of pink tumescence, it felt so lovely
that she never wanted him to stop. And when Hub joined him, the
two middle-aged men nursing at her breasts like twin babies, Sue
cupped their heads tighter against her, sighing contentedly as a
sensual smile played lazily over her relaxed, pretty visage.
"That's nice," she cooed. "So nice. I could go on like this
all night long."
But they were making her all hot and bothered again, and
before long she was wishing Jack would go on home so Hub could
take her to bed and give her what she needed and wanted. In her
naivete, Sue did not yet suspect that Hub's friend might not be
going home tonight, or that Hub was toying with the licentious
notion of allowing the man to go all the way with her. Such an
unholy idea simply didn't occur to her rather innocent and still
somewhat prudish mind.
The men began caressing her thighs and petting her pussy
again, in addition to pleasuring her titties with their hot
mouths. It was simply too much stimulation for one woman to take
and remain calm about it. When Hub took out his erected phallus
and placed her hand on it, Sue moaned aloud and grasped it
eagerly. Then Jack Barker pulled out his penis and carried her
other hand to it, and Sue couldn't resist. She knew she shouldn't
behave in such a wanton and unwifely manner, but she clutched the
older man's hard horn and started running her hand up and down it,
the way she was already doing to Hub's.
"You horny devils are driving me crazy," she mumbled, as she
started hunching their hands to help them finger-fuck her better
while at the same time she was jacking them off hard and fast as
she could go. "They feel so hard and hot ... your fat dicks ...
mmmm ... good ... oh, so good!"
They did feel good to her. In her condition of unbidden but
now runaway desire, any male organ in a state of proper erection
would've felt good to the passion-dazed young bride. The
difference in size between the members of the two men didn't
particularly matter to Sue. Jack Barker's pecker reminded her of
her husband's since it was about the same size as Doug's, and
comparing the two made her feel guilty. But not guilty enough to
slow her down because this was so exciting and she was feeling
marvelous and what could it possibly hurt? After all, they were
only masturbating one another like naughty children. It wasn't as
if she were being unfaithful to Doug with Hub's friend, too, she
rationalized.
And then, just when she was about to come, they stopped.
First Hub pulled away from her and sat up straight beside her,
then Jack followed suit. Sue sat there between them panting,
wriggling her rump around, her palpitating pussy dripping with
desire as she clung uncomprehendingly to their upstanding pricks.
"Don't quit on me!" she whined. "It was getting too good to
quit! Please, Hub, you and your friend mustn't leave me hanging
like this. Use your fingers on me just a little more!"
Hub shook his head. He pulled her gripping fingers one by
one from his organ and pushed her hand away. "I'm not in the
mood. Maybe Mister Barker will take pity on you."
"Will you, Mister Barker?" Sue asked hopefully, turning
toward him.
"This kid stuff is beginning to bore me, too," Barker told
her. "Maybe if you ..." His voice trailed off.
"Maybe if I what?" Sue asked.
"Naw," Barker drawled. "I doubt if you'd go for it."
"Go for what?" she asked. "I might! Tell me what!"
Jack Barker grinned lewdly. "I want you to wrap them hot
lips of yours around my cock and give me a blowjob."
"Ohmygod," she gasped. She shook her head as if in a daze.
"No, please ... I just ca-can't do that."
"Why not?" asked Barker.
"I'm a married woman," she whined. "It wouldn't be right."
He laughed. "But it's all right for you to jack me off while
I finger you and suck your tittie? Jesus, what a crazy mixed-up
kid you are!"
"Give him some head, Suzy. Those sexy lips of yours were
made just for sucking a man's cock."
"Hub, don't talk that way!" Sue protested.
"You like it, too, don't you, you sweet little cock-sucker?
Come on. I want to see you gobble Jack's knob."
"Don't Hub ... no ... please don't!" she wailed, as he
grabbed her head and began pushing it down into his friend's lap.
"Kiss it!"
She stared wide-eyed at the purplish dome of the circumcised
dick she was being ordered to kiss, and it loomed obscenely larger
and more livid the closer he pushed her face toward it. Hardly
more than the head itself was visible because she was still
gripping it, her white hand trembling as it clung to the olive-
skinned shaft which lewdly protruded from the man's open fly.
When her nose was about five inches above his penis, the sexual
scent of his masculine arousal wafted up to her. The smell of his
hard cock tingled her delicate feminine nostrils, exciting her
like the powerful aphrodisiac nature intended it to be.
"Nnn," she murmured, and took a deep breath of the air which
was filled with his aroma.
"Kiss it slut!" Hub snapped.
Pursing her lips, Sue kissed the man's heated bulb lightly
and quickly. It no longer seemed like such a terrible thing to
do, but she still wasn't sure that she ought to.
"That's it, baby," Jack Barker crooned. "Do it again."
Strangely enough, his soft-spoken words made her want to do
it again, partly to please him and partly to show Hub that a woman
appreciates being sweet-talked sometimes.
"You've got a nice one, Mister Barker," she cooed, and she
kissed it for him again. This time her lips lingered a bit longer
on the musky-smelling glans of his pulsating penis.
"Baby," Barker murmured. He put his hand on her shoulder and
began caressing her.
This bit of tenderness worked like magic. Suddenly she
couldn't do enough for the older man. Lovingly she squeezed his
shaft, causing a drop of clear liquid to appear in the tiny-lipped
mouth at the tip of his glans. Without even thinking about what
she was doing, Sue extended her dainty pink tongue and licked off
the dab of male fluid. It had a heady, slightly salty flavor to
it. She squeezed his stalk, hoping for more of the pleasant
nectar. When she didn't get it, she whimpered and, running her
hand jerkily up and down the stem, she started licking longingly
all over the purplish bulb at its top.
"Yeah, baby," Barker encouraged. "Lick it. Lick it good.
And lick it she did. Her tongue simply wouldn't leave that
lovely, sleek-skinned morsel of male turgidity alone. When Hub,
using the vulgarest of terms, asked her if she liked his buddy's
organ, Sue readily admitted that she did.
"Then let me see you blow him," Hub said.
"All right," Sue breathed.
She opened her mouth and took in the nectar-giving knob.
Forming her puffy pink lips snugly around the top of his shaft,
she sucked down on him and continued to lave the bluntly rounded
forefront of his cockhead with her willfully wanton tongue. The
taste of him was similar to yet different from Hub's taste, and
this slight difference excited her all the more. Feeling sinful
to the nth degree, she began moving her head up and down, slowly
at first, then faster and faster. The sheer lewdness of the act
she was performing on this virtual stranger made Sue all the
wilder for it.
In the back of her mind, she fuzzily realized what was going
on. Hub had brought this dirty old man home with them and now,
between the two of them, they had her going down on him. And to
make matters worse, she loved it. If Hub would let her, she would
gladly blow hum, too, right in front of his friend.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the lustful sounds as Sue became
more and more carried away with what she was doing.
"Hot damn, look at that little cocksucking bitch go!" Hub
exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you she was good at it?"
"Fantastic," sighed the man receiving Sue's oral favors.
"Go, baby, go ... oh, yeah ... all the way take me all the way."
He needn't have worried about that. The mood Sue was in now,
wild horses couldn't have pulled her mouth off his hunk of meat.
She craved his sperm and wouldn't be satisfied until she made him
squirt it out inside her hungry hot mouth. Her soft, full lips
clung salaciously to his dong, drawing out around the saliva-
wetted shaft each time she pulled up on it with her cheeks
hollowed from the force of her suctioning efforts to bring him off
as soon as possible. No longer did her hand grip the upstanding
rod. She had it inside his fly, where she had cupped his scrotum
and was now gently but eagerly rolling and caressing his oblong
balls in the palm of her hand. Her head fairly flew up and down.
She was nursing on his stalk as if the milk she hoped to get from
it meant the difference between life and death for her.
"Nnn," Barker groaned, starting to shake as his body tensed
up. "NNN!"
Sensing that his moment had arrived, Sue increased her
efforts. Her head bobbed furiously up and down at his loins,
strands of her naturally curly blond hair whipping about. Sue was
really working for her creamy reward because she wanted it
desperately.
And she got it. Heaving a groan of satisfaction, Jack Barker
grabbed the girl's head to still it and let fly his load, grunting
and sighing as he fed it to her.
The man must've had a month's supply of semen backed up
inside him. His cockhead swelled up and spewed out the first
massive gush of it. The hot substance splashed against the back
of Sue's throat, causing her to gulp reflexively and swallow it
right down before she ever had a chance to compare the taste of it
to Hub's. He had plenty more of it for her, though, and she held
the throbbing pole in her mouth while it spurted out jet after jet
of that warm, sticky stuff.
"Mmm," Sue moaned appreciatively, savoring the sharp flavor
of his pungent sex juice as it built up in her mouth to the point
where it was floating her tongue.
Then she began drinking it down, gulping greedily again and
again as the fleshy fountain sprayed forth the creamy liquid in
spiraling streams of lesser and lesser amounts, until finally it
ran dry. Sue refused to come up for air until after she had
coaxed the final sluggish drops of jism out of his softening,
spongy penis.
"Jesus, she drained me dry as a bone," Barker groaned.
Hub's gaze was riveted upon Sue as she sat up all glassy-eyed
with lust, licking absently at her sperm-smeared lips. Her hair
was disheveled. Her cheeks were flushed. The nipples of her
beautiful breasts were crinkled and pointed with desire. She
looked positively ravishing.
"How about it, cocksucker," Hub said. "You ready to get
hosed now?"
"Oh, yes, daddy," she told him, reaching for his rampant rod.
"Give me this big beautiful cock! Hurry!"
"Need it bad, do you?" he chuckled.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"You'll let Jack fuck you, too?"
"Yes," she gulped. "I will let him. Oh, yes ... I'll let
him fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, what a lovely word! Fuck ... fuck ...
fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Stand up," Hub said.
Sue stood up and following his further directions, she
stepped out a little way from the couch and turned to face the two
men who remained seated.
"Do a strip for us," Hub instructed.
She didn't know how to "do a strip," and besides, she was
already naked from the waist up. But Hub insisted, so, feeling
silly, she did her best. Slowly she removed her rumpled skirt,
then her slip and, at Hub's request, gradually rolled her panties
down, starting with the elastic waistband and continuing on until
they were simply a roll of nylon around the tops of her thighs.
To her surprise and delight, Hub's friend got another erection
from watching her undress teasingly for their voyeuristic benefit.
"Leave 'em on," Hub said, when she reached down to unfasten
her nylon stockings from the lacy black garter belt which Hub had
bought her. "Your shoes, too. It's more sexy."
At Hub's request, Sue willingly paraded around the living
room for them wearing nothing but sheer nylon hose, the black
garter belt and a pair of high-heeled shoes which Hub had given
her. Feeling really wanton and wicked, she rolled her hips
whorishly as she walked for them, undulating her buttocks and
making her tits jounce enticingly. When she saw the way her
behavior was affecting them, she turned it on all the more.
"Christ," Barker muttered, "what a sex machine!"
"Come on," Hub invited. "We'll take her to bed and screw
that pretty little ass right off her."
The bed they took her to happened to be hers and Doug's. She
couldn't help thinking about her husband as she turned back the
covers. What would Doug think of her if he could see her now, Sue
wondered, and she felt a stab of remorse as she prepared to
cuckold him in his own bed with not just one but two horny men.
But she needed it and there was no turning back. Even if she
wanted to back out, which she didn't, she knew Hub wouldn't let
her, and this knowledge salved her conscience somewhat.
Jack Barker shed his clothes swiftly and, with Hub's
permission, climbed into bed with Sue.
They didn't bother with preliminaries. Neither of them
needed any foreplay. Barker's penis was hard as a rock and Sue's
plushy pussy was dribbling with the slippery oil of her feminine
desire. She was waiting for him with her legs spread and arms
held open in welcome. His aging ego flattered by the pretty young
girl's obvious desire for him, Barker mounted her without delay.
"Oh, yes," she cooed, her hand trembling as she reached down
between their bodies and took his erect organ in her hand. With a
tug, she guided him toward her, wiped the head of his rod up and
down her glistening split a couple of times and then held it at
the ready with the rounded tip of his lubricated glans resting
between the soft, puffy petals of her palpitating sex flower.
"Now, Mister Barker," she whispered sultrily. "Put it in me."
He lowered himself onto her slowly but surely, allowing his
prick to slip into the wet warmth of her silken tunnel in the same
lazy but very sensual manner. His hairy scrotum nestled
intimately into the cleft of her voluptuously squirming bottom.
"Ahhh," she sighed, giving him a hug. "It feels nice. Do
it. The way Hub said. Screw that ass right off me."
With relatively long and leisurely strokes, Barker began
screwing into the pretty blond bride, making her sigh again and
again. His penis was only average in size, very similar to her
own husband's in every respect, except the older man had a lot
more experience and knew how to make use of his equipment much
better than Doug did. He brought Sue to her first climax in less
than a minute and kept right on pumping the pole to her while she
sobbed aloud with the pleasure of it and flung her head to and
fro, the delicate features of her face contorted into an
expression of sexual rapture.
Once her peak of orgasmic pleasure had passed, Barker speeded
up the tempo gradually, and he also increased the force of his
thrusts. In order to penetrate her as deeply as possible, he drew
up her legs and hooked her knees over his shoulders. In this
position her vagina was at its shortest and his penis could reach
clear in and touch the neck of her uterus.
"Oh, oh, oh," she crooned chantingly, her feet fanning the
air as he jabbed incessantly into her with the full length of his
pleasure-giving penis, the head of it tap, tap, tapping at the
very mouth of her womb itself.
For a man in his fifties, Jack Barker had remarkable control
and staying power. He sawed away at Sue's steaming slot for
nearly fifteen minutes, taking a great deal of satisfaction from
being able to so fully turn on such a lovely young woman, the wife
of a man perhaps half his age.
"Sweet dick!" Sue cried, her eyes wild and glassy with lust.
"I love it, love it! Oh, Goddamn ... it's soo good! I ju-just
love to fuck!"
"Hurry up, Jack," Hub urged, because he was dying to get into
her himself.
Jack pulled out all the stops and poured on the coal. His
rear end rose and fell with smooth rapidity. Soon he was ramming
it to her hard and fast as he could go, the both of them gasping
for breath, Sue squealing out from the pleasure being pumped into
her while Jack grunted with the effort and kept right on hammering
away at her.
"Oh, God ... come, ... COME, DAMN YOU, COME ... BEFORE YOU
DI-DRIVE ... ME COMPLETELY ... INSANE! OHHH ... OH SHIT ... I'M
COMING AGAIN ALREADY ... OHH, OHHH,OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!
She threw back her head. Her mouth flew open and her eyes
rolled up in their sockets till only the whites could be seen.
Her entire body broke out in a film of perspiration and she
started shaking like a leaf. A measles-like sex rash appeared all
over her chest and abdomen. This was the most intense climax the
young blond had ever had. Even her puckered pink anus joined in
and began clenching rhythmically along with her vagina. She
sobbed in ecstasy and clung like a monkey to the man who'd plunged
her into this wonderful moment. And then, just as her orgasmic
contractions were beginning to weaken, he lunged into her right up
to his quivering balls and seemed to be trying to stuff them into
her pussy, too. She felt his prick jerking spastically and knew
he was about to come. The ballooning head of his pecker was
pressed tightly against the mouth of her womb, and the first
pressurized jet of his ejected semen spurted directly into that
most feminine of all her female organs.
"OH, LORD GOD," she shrieked, starting to come again. "NNN
... NNN ... SHOOT IT ... OOHHH ... SHOOT THAT HOT ... COME STUFF
... INTO MEEE ... AAHHHHHH ... SHOOT IT HOT AND DEEP ... AND
SWEEEEEEETTTTTTTT!!!"
When Jack Barker climbed off her, Sue heaved a sigh of
satisfaction and let her legs and arm flop limply where they
would. "Christ," she mumbled. "Got no ass. He screwed it off me.
Oh, that man can fuck!"
"You ready for more?" Hub asked, holding his penis,
brandishing the larger organ at her in a tantalizing manner.
"Gotta admit that's one beautiful cock, daddy, but I'm one
well-laid little girl already. Don't know if I can take any more
right now."
"You can take it," he said. "You will take it!"
With that, he got into position above her and made her do the
honors. Sue's hand was trembling visibly as she took hold of
Hub's long dong, skinned it back and fitted the forefront of the
plumlike dome into her furry cup of love. What with all her
copious secretions and the slippery sperm that Jack Barker had
deposited in her, she was certainly well lubricated. Hub's more
girthful organ stretched her blood-engorged labia as he pressed
forward and forced the mushrooming crown into her fluttering gap.
Once he had the head securely inside her heated box, he plunged
the rest of his huge phallus into her with one rough stroke.
"Gaaa-AAAHHHHHH!" Sue cried out involuntarily, and then she
sucked in her breath raggedly as a tremor washed over her
perspiration-sheened torso. The sudden penetration snapped her
out of it immediately. "Oh, Jesus yessss ... hook it into me, you
wonderful man! Goddamn, I just love it to pieces, that big hard
horsecock of yours! Fuck it into me!"
Hub crammed the meat to her for all he was worth, partly
because he was horny as hell but mostly because his ego demanded
that he make a better showing than his friend had. The bed
threatened to collapse at any second, so violently was he
hammering away at her.
Sue seemed to adore this rough and raunchy type of sexing
though, for above the rasping of the bedsprings and the pounding
of the headboard against the wall, the lovely young bride could be
heard calling out encouragement to her ravisher.
"YOU BIG-DICKED MOTHERFUCKER!" Sue shrilled, slamming her
sopping cunt up to meet him stroke for belly-slapping stroke.
"OH, YEAH, YOU STUDHORSE BASTARD, YOU! HUMP ME! SCREW ME! CRAM
THAT GORGEOUS HUNK OF HORSECOCK CLEAR UP TO MY TITS! GO, GODDAMN
YOU, GO! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ... FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!"
Sue reveled in the rapture of complete carnal abandonment
while the two men took turns on her as if she were a bitch dog in
heat.
Chapter 8
After going to bed with two men, Sue knew she should be
feeling downright demented and horribly guilty. And she did feel
guilty, but not nearly to the extent that she thought she ought
to, that any decent married woman would. Actually, the small
amount of guilt she did experience was mostly due to the fact that
she had so thoroughly enjoyed the thrilling three-way orgy. The
immorality of her marital transgression bothered her, to be sure,
because it told her in no uncertain terms just how much she was
changing. There was no doubt about it, her husband's horny
stepfather was corrupting her.
She'd been a virgin bride, a morally upright girl. And she'd
been a good wife to Doug, too, faithful and loving. Then Hub had
come home drunk in the middle of the afternoon and found her on
the couch. He'd raped her. Later, after Doug had declined to
move her out of Hub's house, Hub had forced her to perform
perverted sex acts for him. With Doug out of town working, Hub
had spanked her into submission and had had his carnal way with
her again. Since then he acted as if he owned her, as if she were
his wife rather than Doug's. But no, he treated her more like a
slave than a wife; and for some ungodly reason which remained a
complete mystery to Sue, she not only permitted this sordid
situation but actually found herself enjoying it much of the time.
Lord help her, she thought, wondering how in the world she could
have sunk so low as to cuckold her beloved husband with two men,
one of them a total stranger to her.
Maybe she was demented, thought Sue, or sick. Mentally ill
or something. One of those masochists or whatever they were
called. One thing was for sure; she was no longer the sweet and
innocent girl who'd been a faithful and devoted wife to Doug. Hub
had corrupted her, and she dreaded to think how much more he might
corrupt her if they stayed on in his house.
Perhaps it wasn't too late. If she could persuade Doug to
move her out into an apartment of their own, she might be able to
forget about Hub and what he'd done to her. In time she might
even recapture that delicate something she'd lost and become again
the decent woman she was before Hub came into her life. It was
worth a try. She had to try. Her marriage was at stake, and
perhaps her sanity as well. She intended to talk to Doug about it
as soon as he got back from his sales trip.
She didn't talk to Doug about it, though. How could she, Sue
realized, without confessing what had happened to make her so
desirous of moving? And she simply couldn't bring herself to tell
him all the sordid things that his stepfather had forced upon her
during his absence. In his presence, she was too ashamed of the
way she herself had responded to that sordidness to admit even a
part of the goings on to her unsuspecting and hard-working
husband. And besides, he was so happy and enthusiastic about his
new job that she hated to spoil his mood, for he returned
victorious.
"Honey, my boss told me that no new man has ever come even
close to the volume of business I wrote in this short a time. He
thinks I might be that one in a million, the natural-born
salesman! How about that?" Doug exclaimed proudly.
"That's wonderful, darling," Sue replied, forcing herself to
act cheerful and carefree for his benefit.
It was Sunday evening. Doug had been home hardly more than
twenty-four hours, and he would be leaving for another sales trip
bright and early the following morning. He had no way of knowing
that his stepfather had been screwing his wife regularly while he
had been away, nor did he suspect that Hub had given Sue to yet
another man.
After supper, Hub and Doug went into the living room and
turned on the TV. There was a movie on that Doug wanted to see.
When she'd finished washing the dishes, Sue went in to join them.
She didn't particularly care about the movie, but she wanted to be
with Doug. They were sitting on the couch, Hub at one end and
Doug at the other. As she sat down between them, she couldn't
help recalling the other night when she'd sat on this very same
couch with Hub and his friend.
Scooting closer to her husband, she glanced Hub's way and
noticed that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye.
>From his amused expression, she knew that he too was remembering
that night. Sue turned her attention on the TV set. She snuggled
up to Doug and tried to get interested in the movie. If Hub
wanted to remember that night, let him, but she wanted to forget
it.
Hub wouldn't let her forget it, though. He kept reaching
over and touching her. Sometimes he would tickle her ribs
lightly, just enough to make her squirm and pull away. Sometimes
he would pinch her thigh until she would furtively dig her
fingernails into his wrist and push his hand away. Then he
slipped his hand in behind her and started patting her bottom, and
this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Sue had had quite
enough of Hub and everything he stood for. Here he was attempting
to steal feels right in front of her husband! It was too much.
The time to put a stop to it was now, and suddenly Sue had a
brilliant idea of how she could do just that.
She began enticing Hub, deliberately egging him on hoping to
get him to try something with her in front of her husband. She
was sure Doug wouldn't stand for anything like that. And since
she couldn't seem to help herself, her only hope was that once
Doug realized his stepfather hadn't been keeping his promise to
leave her alone, that he would move her out of this sinful house
immediately and get her safely away from Hub's corrupting
influence.
Smiling seductively, Sue slipped her feet out of her shoes
and raised them up beside her on the couch. Sort of curling up
beside her husband, she scooted her small, perfectly shaped feet
down toward Doug's stepfather. Earlier that afternoon she'd given
herself a pedicure and painted the nails of her dainty toes with
the same sexy-pink nail polish she used on her fingernails. She
wiggled her toes and, stretching, glanced at Hub.
He was grinning at her like the dirty old man he'd proven
himself to be. She winked at him and pushed at his thigh with the
ball of one bare foot. Then she pulled her other leg toward her,
bending it at the knee and letting her dress slide up her thighs,
deliberately giving him a peek.
When he put his hand on her ankle and began stroking her, she
turned her head back toward the TV and pretended that she didn't
notice what he was doing. She not only allowed him to play with
her leg, she wanted him to, so Doug would catch him at it. Higher
and higher he went, rubbing and patting her leg, caressing it.
His hand moved past her knee and began inching its way up her
thigh.
Sue became worried. Hadn't Doug noticed what was going on
right beside him? He'd glanced over a couple of times and
commented on the movie. She was almost sure he'd spotted Hub's
hand stealing up her leg and under her dress, but maybe he hadn't
because he sure hadn't said or done anything about it if he had.
She wished Doug would turn her way again. If he didn't do so
soon, she would have to find some excuse to get him to. It was
becoming urgent that he discover Hub furtively feeling her up,
before things got out of hand for, to Sue's discomfort and
surprise, the sneaky stroking of Hub's hand was starting to affect
her in a way that she hadn't stopped to suppose it might. She was
getting aroused by it. He was working her up with her husband
sitting right there on the couch beside her, and apparently Doug
didn't even notice!
"Doug," she said.
There was no answer.
"Doug," she repeated, louder this time.
Still no answer. He was staring at the TV as if mesmerized.
"Doug!" she said, louder still, and she waved her hand in
front of his face.
He looked over then, but of course Hub had drawn his hand
back by then and there was nothing for Doug to catch him at.
"Yeah?" Doug asked. "What is it, honey?"
"Nothing now," she muttered, feeling irritated and
frustrated.
No sooner had Doug turned back to the movie than she felt
Hub's hand dart sneakily back under her dress to take up where it
had left off only a moment or so earlier. Her plan didn't appear
to be working so well, but with Hub bold enough to continue, she
decided to try again. This time she intended to poke Doug with
her elbow so she wouldn't alert Hub. Hub. What gall the man had.
Surely he knew, after the way she'd called to Doug, that she was
setting a trap for him. And yet here the horny devil was, with
his hand stuck up under her dress again.
He was really after her now, too. His hand moved constantly,
stroking and caressing her thighs. Before long he was rubbing the
smooth, creamy skin at the very tops of her thighs, on the insides
of them, with his fingertips starting to brush against the thin
band of sheer nylon covering her cleft mound. He was starting to
get to her. She couldn't help experiencing a lascivious thrill as
she sat demurely beside her husband and allowed his horny
stepfather to secretly feel her up.
Sue knew she should elbow Doug now, but she didn't.
Shivering with excitement, she spread her legs a fraction more,
making her crotch vulnerable to his petting hand and probing
fingers. In a moment she would make her husband aware of what Hub
was doing, but not just yet. She wanted to see how far Hub would
try to go with her husband here.
At least that's what Sue told herself. The truth of the
matter, however, was that she liked the excitement of this daring
act. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt him drawing aside the
crotchband of her panties. The tip of his finger probed into the
fluted flanges of her forbidden slit. She was already damp with
the slippery moisture of her awakening desire. His finger slid
enticingly down the smooth and velvety inner surface of one
cuntlip and back up the other, down one and back up the other,
bumping the nerve-laden bud of her tumescent clitoris each time it
passed the inverted V at the top of her elliptical opening.
It felt so good Sue feared she might pee. In fact, it felt
too good. She was really getting hot and bothered. Already she
was dangerously close to losing control of the situation and she
couldn't allow that to happen. Forcing herself to act now, before
it was too late, Sue jabbed her husband with her elbow.
Doug didn't move.
Thinking maybe she'd missed him and jabbed the couch, she
gave him the point of her elbow again, harder this time. She knew
it connected with his ribs, because he flinched.
But that was all.
"Ohhh," Sue moaned softly, feeling giddy when Hub suddenly
inserted the full length of his thick, knobby-knuckled finger into
her juicy little honeypot.
Hub started sliding his finger in and out of her.
"Doug!" she gasped, elbowing him again. "Doug!"
Chuckling to himself, Hub began finger-fucking his stepson's
wife in earnest.
Sue couldn't believe what was happening. It was just too
sordid to be real. She had to be dreaming. How else could she
explain this mess she had gotten herself into? Surely if this
were real her husband wouldn't sit beside her like a statue while
his stepfather abused her like this. But it wasn't a dream and
she had to put a stop to it! What was the matter with Doug?! Was
he paralyzed, blind and deaf?!
"Stop it!" She hissed, shoving Hub's arm away. "What do you
think you're trying to do, you dirty old man?! Doug, did you see
what he was trying to do to me?"
Doug didn't move a muscle.
"Why, you cockteasing little bitch," Hub said. He sounded
more amused than angry. "I've a good mind to turn you over my
knee and spank your sassy ass."
"You wouldn't dare!" she snapped. "Not in front of my
husband."
"We'll just see about that," Hub said, and then he grabbed
her.
Once again the whirlwind caught her up. Across his lap she
went, face down. She kicked and screeched and clawed at his leg
as he jerked up her dress and yanked down her panties, laying bare
her lovely squirming bottom.
"Okay, cockteaser, you asked for it," Hub chortled, admiring
the appealing sight of her luscious, soft, creamy white buttocks.
They didn't remain white for long, though. Hub's huge
working-man's hand lifted up into the air and then swooped down.
Splat!
"Ouch!"
Splat! Harder this time.
"AAIIIEEE!" Sue screamed.
He let her have it good and hard. With each swat, a new red
impression of his abusing hand appeared.
"Doug, help me, damn it!" she cried. "Are you going to let
him - AARRGGHH - treat me like this and - OUCH - get away with
it?!"
Doug sat there like a statue, facing the TV but actually
watching his wife being spanked by his stepfather out of the
corners of his eyes. She yelled and cursed and begged him to come
to her aid, but to no avail. When Hub finally let up, her
smarting buttocks were red all over and she was sobbing piteously,
her spirit broken.
Emboldened by Doug's passivity, Hub dragged Sue, still
sobbing and whimpering, down onto the floor on her knees between
his legs. He wrestled out his hunk of stiff meat and rubbed the
head of it all over her pretty, tear-streaked face. When he
brushed the bluntly rounded tip of it against her lips, Sue moaned
softly and impulsively kissed it. Being spanked by the brute of a
man right in front of her own husband had brought Sue's sensual
submissiveness into full bloom.
"I'll have a blowjob now, cocksucker."
With Hub's obscene command ringing lewdly in her ears, Sue
glanced at her husband to see what, if anything, he intended to do
about this sinfully insane situation. Doug was squirming as if he
were uncomfortable, she noticed, but nothing more. What kind of a
man was he, she wondered idly, not really too concerned about him
one way or the other right at the moment.
She turned her attention back to Hub's penis. He stuck that
big knob in her mouth and, emitting a sob of surrender, she
started sucking him with gusto. She was hotter than she could
remember ever having been before. Going down on another man in
front of her strangely silent husband only added to the intensity
of Sue's licentious mood.
Sordid sucking sounds filled the air as she gave in to her
baser nature and went completely wild over his long dong. She
grabbed the sturdy stalk in one hand and began beating his meat,
too. Insistently her other hand worked itself inside his fly.
She cupped his large gonads and started rolling them about and
squeezing them with a gentle milking action in an effort to make
them give her their cream quickly.
The way she was going at him Hub didn't last long. No man
could have. Within just a couple of minutes he groaned aloud,
then sucked in his breath and shuddered.
"NNNNN!" Hub cried, and then, rhythmically, "UNG, UNG, UNG!"
The first stream of his massive load sprayed into her mouth
under terrific pressure, giving Sue a rich blast of the acrid
substance's bitter almond flavor.
"Mmmmm" she moaned through the passion-flared nostrils of her
dainty, upturned nose.
Pumping his pulsating prick and milking his balls to make him
give her all he had, Sue greedily drank the older man's copious
flow of hot sperm spurt by palate-pleasing spurt. When she had it
all, she was delighted by the complete fullness of erection which
Hub maintained. His penis was still hard as a bone, even after
she'd drained it of all the juice she could get.
"God, what a man!" she exclaimed, rubbing her cheek against
his saliva-wetted rod. Her tongue snaked out and licked up the
few bits of cum that clung to her puffy pink lips. Sue glanced at
her husband and noticed that he apparently hadn't moved. It
didn't matter. Only one thing in the whole wide world mattered to
her now, and she started raining smacking, wet, passionate kisses
up one side of that thing and down the other.
"Like that pecker, do you?" Hub taunted.
"I love it," she crooned. Then she fell back onto the
carpeted floor and kicked off her pulled-down underpants. She
threw open her legs, held out her arms to Hub, and screamed, "Give
it to me ... that big, hard, beautiful cock of yours! Fuck me,
daddy! Fuck me now! Fuck me good ... the way you've been fucking
me every night while Doug's been away!"
Without so much as a sidelong glance at his stepson, Hub
stood up, unbuckled his pants and dropped them down around his
ankles. His shorts followed. In too big a rush to bother kicking
them the rest of the way off, he dove on top of Sue and penetrated
her plush young pussy with one rough but masterful lunge.
Raggedly she sucked in her breath, shuddering from the top of
her tousled blond head clear down to the tips of her dainty
turned-down toes. Then she squealed shrilly and threw her arms
around the hairy torso of her husband's horny stepfather.
Hub started powering the pole to her. He gave her a screwing
the likes of which few women ever receive in their entire
lifetimes.
Sue could hardly hang on. He'd humped her roughly before,
but never had he given it to her so hard and fast and rough as he
was giving it to her now.
"Oh, daddy, daddy ... yesss!" she cried, wrapping her long,
lovely legs around him. "Darling man! Ohhh ... oh, you wonderful
studhorse bastard, you! Harder! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She clung to him for dear life, loving every second of it as
he pounded her spanked and burning butt against the floor with the
pile-driving force of his furiously pistoning prick. It fit her
swollen, red-lipped snatch so snugly that the free-flowing juices
of her crazed fit of lust built up inside her vagina and could
soon be heard sloshing around within her, while his plunging
phallus made salacious squishing noises as he pumped it rapidly in
and out of her sopping sex hole.
Sue had three comes, each more gloriously intense than the
one preceding it, before Hub crammed in his bloated prong for the
final time and shot his second load of jism into the very depths
of her heaving, sweat-dampened belly. When at long last he
dragged his deflating dong out of her, Sue moaned aloud and smiled
like the Mona Lisa.
No sooner had Hub climbed off her than Doug, excited and
glassy-eyed, piled onto her. She could scarcely feel his average-
sized penis penetrating her pleasure-numbed pussy. He barely got
it into her before he groaned and shot his wad.
Chapter 9
"There's gonna be a stag show at my lodge this Thursday
night, Suzy Baby," Hub said at breakfast Tuesday morning. "Since
Doug will still be out of town, I thought you might like to go
along with me. How about it?"
"To a stag show?" Sue gasped.
"Sure, why not?"
"I thought they were for men only!"
"Not in this age of women's lib. Why, lots of guys will be
bringing their wives and their girlfriends," he said, lying
through his teeth. There'd never been a wife or girlfriend at any
of the lodge's stags.
"I don't think I'd better," Sue told him. "Doug wouldn't
like it."
Hub gritted his teeth and then sing-songed mockingly, "'I
don't thing I'd better. Doug wouldn't like it.' Well, piss on
Doug. What's he got to say about anything around here anymore
anyhow? As long as you live here, Suzy Baby, you're my little
cunt and I'll decide what you do or don't do, understand? Now
you're going to that fuckin' stag show, and that's final. And I
want you to wear your miniskirt and that new see-through blouse I
got you. And no bra. Got that?"
If she'd had the guts, Sue would've run away before Thursday
night. As it was, she actually started to pack her bag several
times. But she had no money and didn't even know what town Doug
was working in this week, so she couldn't go to him for
protection. In fact, she wondered if her husband would protect
her, or if he might scold her and send her back to Hub. God, she
was confused, and frightened.
Maybe there would be other women at that stag show, like Hub
said, but Sue definitely did not want to go to it. She'd heard
about stag shows and could only guess what kinds of vulgar and
obscene things went on at them. If other women wanted to sink
that low, let them, but she herself did not care to. And another
thing, she didn't trust Hub. She simply couldn't believe many
men, if any, would degrade the women they loved and respected by
taking them to such an affair, even if the woman were willing to
attend, which she also seriously doubted.
But during the next three days, as they spoke of the upcoming
event briefly, Hub assured Sue that she had absolutely nothing to
worry about. This stag, he told her, was to be very tame because
women were invited to it. She didn't know whether to believe him
or not, and he never really convinced her in her heart of hearts.
But she knew she would have to go with him. He would make her go.
And he did.
When the dreaded evening finally arrived, Sue was nearly a
mental case. She felt like screaming and climbing the walls, her
nerves were so on edge. Hub gave her a tranquilizer before they
left the house. She didn't want to take it - the doctor had
prescribed the medication for Doug's deceased mother, not her -
but he made her swallow it, and not with water either but with a
mixed drink which he forced on her and insisted that she finish.
By the time they drove into the parking lot of Hub's lodge,
Sue was feeling a bit calmer. She was still scared to death,
though, and dreaded the evening which lay ahead. She felt
ridiculous as she walked toward the building clinging fearfully to
Hub's arm. He'd made her wear high heels, hose and that lacy
black garter belt he liked so well, and the junction of nylons and
garter belt straps fell about an inch below the hem of her
miniskirt. As if that weren't bad enough, he really hadn't
allowed her to put on a bra beneath the see-through blouse he'd
bought her. The wispy material didn't hide her breasts in any
way. If anything the skimpy little blouse called more attention
to her tits than if she had gone topless. Or so Sue thought, at
any rate. And when Hub escorted her inside, her worst fears came
true.
There were perhaps fifty men, and Sue was the only woman.
She wished the floor would open up and swallow her alive, before
she died of embarrassment and shame.
"How could you, Hub?" She gasped, stopping just inside the
large room in which the lodge held its dances. "Take me home.
Please take me home."
"Relax," he said. He took hold of her wrist and half dragged
the unwilling girl farther into the room. Men were sitting at
tables, smoking and drinking and talking. Others were milling
about shaking hands and also talking. Still others were at the
bar. There was a crap game going on in a corner. The atmosphere
was boisterous, the language coarse and vulgar. But the din of
voices became quieter and quieter as Hub led Sue past group after
group of the astonished men.
"Hub, please!" Sue whined. "They're all staring at me!"
By the time he had maneuvered her up onto the bandstand, the
entire place was so quiet you could hear the flick of a Bic.
"Smile for the nice men," Hub said out of the corner of his
mouth as he pulled her right out to the front and center of the
bandstand.
Sue forced a sickly smile, the best she could do under the
circumstances. If she didn't faint dead away, it would surprise
her.
"I guess you're all wondering who this here pretty little
lady is I've brought with me tonight," Hub said loudly, addressing
his fraternal brothers without the aid of a microphone. "Well,
her name's Suzy. Now Suzy's husband is out of town, you see, and
I'm baby-sitting her for him so I had to bring her along, okay?"
The men began to grin. "Okay!" several of them shouted in
unison. Someone whistled at her. There were four or five remarks
thrown at her that made Sue feel cheap and degraded.
"See, they like you," Hub said.
"Well, I don't like them," she whispered hissingly. "I want
to go home, Hub. Please!"
"On with the movies!" someone yelled, and a chorus of "Yeah,
let's get this show on the road," followed.
Hub led Sue down off the bandstand. She followed him to a
table in the rear of the room. Some of the men were ignoring her
now, and she was grateful for that. But others were still staring
at her, or more like leering, rather, as if they were hungry
wolves and she were something good to eat.
"Sit down, Suzy Baby. I'll be right back."
She took a chair at the empty table as Hub walked away,
leaving her all alone in this huge roomful of horny men, many of
them half drunk. The looks they were giving her made her want to
crawl under the table and hide. Not a one of them tried to get
fresh with her though. This made Sue wonder if maybe they were
afraid of Hub, too, or if perhaps there was some sort of
gentleman's code of ethics among these un-gentlemanly lodge
members which forbade them from trying anything with the wife or
girlfriend of another brother.
Apparently the latter was true, because the vulgar passes
that she expected and dreaded would be made at her never
materialized. As a result of this, she began to feel safe, at
least, but not very much at ease. The tranquilizer was working
better now but she was still quite nervous and tense.
When Hub returned to the table where he'd parked Sue, the
lights were being shut off. A projector had already been set up
in the middle of the room, and a viewing screen had been raised on
the bandstand. Hub brought drinks from the bar.
"I don't want it," Sue objected, pushing away the highball
he'd set before her.
He said nothing, just glanced at her, grinned and then turned
away to speak with a man who'd stopped at their table.
A moment later the last light went out and, a second after
that the projector whirred to life and a cheer filled the darkened
room as numbers flashed in reverse order on the screen. There was
no sound. The film was black and white, an old one if the
scratchy frames and jerky sections of it were any indication. It
started out with a vacuum cleaner salesman walking down a street
and entering an apartment building. An attractive young woman in
a housecoat let him into her apartment and he began demonstrating
the vacuum cleaner, first on the room and then, getting her on the
bed and her housecoat open, on the woman's titties and between her
legs. She soon quit resisting and got hot and started grabbing
for his fly. It was when she unzipped his pants and pulled out
his penis that Sue, mortified at being present during such goings
on, picked up her highball and took a deep and much-needed drink
of it. She closed her eyes, refusing to watch any more of the
obscene movie.
"Hot damn, look at him go," Hub said, a couple of minutes
after Sue had decided not to look anymore.
Without thinking, she opened her eyes. There on the screen
were the lady and the salesman, both of them naked now, in bed and
going at it. He was atop the woman, between her parted and
upraised legs, and his hind end was bouncing up and down at an
unbelievably fast pace. She gaped with incredulity.
The room was suddenly filled with laughter, and the owner of
the film admitted that, yes, he had "doctored" it to get that
funny effect.
"Bunch of regular guys," Hub said.
"Bunch of morons," Sue muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
The first film ended shortly. As stags go, it wasn't much,
which was the reason the owner had edited it for a laugh.
"A nun's story" was the title of the second film. It was
also in black and white, old but in good condition.
"Pay attention, boys," someone called out. "This one's a
classic."
It began with two nuns leaving a chapel. They parted, the
older one going out of camera range as the younger one walked
closer, becoming larger on the screen. She was very pretty and
her face had an expression of angelic calmness and serenity.
Sue sipped at her drink and watched, thinking that, so far at
least, this one wasn't so bad.
The young nun entered her room and began disrobing, unaware
that a Peeping Tom was at the window watching her every move.
Naked, the nun took a brush and started brushing out her long and
lovely dark hair. Then she reached into the same dresser drawer
where she'd gotten the hairbrush, and she brought out an electric
vibrator. After plugging in the vibrator, she lazed back in her
chair and, starting with her beautiful face and swanlike neck,
began using the machine on herself. The expression on her face
underwent a dramatic change as she ran the vibrator over her
large, womanly breasts, lingering there. Down her midsection she
moved the machine, in a circular motion, and then she put it right
in between her legs.
Sue was shocked. She couldn't believe that any moviemaker
would stoop so low as to depict a nun masturbating. But there it
was, on the screen for all to see. Of course, Sue supposed the
young woman was merely an actress and not really a nun. But
still, just the idea of a nun doing such a thing was downright
obscene! To make matters even worse, the Peeping Tom, who turned
out to be a very handsome young man, broke into the room and
started trying to rape the naked nun.
"This is sacrilege," Sue said, standing up. "I won't watch
it, Hub. I'm going out to the car. I'll wait for you there."
He grabbed her arm and jerked her back down. "Shut up and
sit there, until I tell you you can get up."
Angry with Hub but afraid to disobey him, Sue picked up her
drink and finished it off.
This movie was way above the first one. The nun soon gave in
to her attacker, and it was almost beautiful to see. The screwing
and the sucking went on and on and on. Sue didn't want to watch,
but she couldn't tear her gaze away. Whether she was a nun or
not, the pretty young woman on the screen was certainly not acting
once the action got going. She was being ravished by a handsome
young stud with an ever-hard hose of quite respectable
proportions, and she responded to it for real. The rape soon
developed into a session of sexual lovemaking that was as tender
and caring as any woman could've wanted, and yet it was incredibly
passionate.
Butterflies flitted about in Sue's stomach. Her nipples grew
crinkled and sensitive. An itchy sensation started between her
legs, making her squirm with the beginnings of a sensual
discomfort that wouldn't be denied.
"Getting to you?" Hub asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, but when he changed glasses
with her, she picked up his highball and took a nervous drink of
it
"It's getting to me," he said. "Wanna feel?"
She didn't want to, but he grasped her wrist and drew her
hand over into his lap anyhow, rubbing it against the erection
which was still inside his trousers. When she started feeling him
up of her own volition, he chuckled and pushed her hand away, got
up and walked away from the table.
Feeling rejected and humiliated, Sue turned up the highball
and finished it off. How could he treat her this way? Why did
she stand for it?
On the screen, there was a close-up of the young man's prick
plunging in and out of the nun's pussy as she hunched it up to
him. Sue's own hips began moving imperceptibly as she empathized
with the passionate nun. She had to force her hips to quit when
she realized what she was doing. Sue had never dreamed that
pornography could be beautiful, or that it could arouse desire
within her.
The nun and her rapist-lover changed positions. Now they
were going sixty-nine. The camera zeroed in on the nun's groin
and showed the young man's tongue lapping eagerly at the hair-
surrounded split. Just the sight of it made Sue tingle between
her thighs. Then she saw the nun's lips sucking longingly at the
young man's organ, and it made her own mouth water.
When Hub returned with fresh drinks for them both, the movie
was just ending, with the young nun, smiling her satisfaction,
returning to the chapel to pray. Sue accepted her drink
gratefully and took a gulp of it.
"That flick make you hot?" Hub asked.
She shook her head.
His hand darted up between her legs and under her miniskirt,
and he cupped her crotch. Her snatch had a fever and the sheer
strip of nylon covering it felt moist to the touch.
"That flick make you hot?" Hub repeated.
Her cheeks turning red with shame, Sue nodded her head. How
could she deny it when he was feeling the proof?
"Just proves what I've thought all along," Hub said matter-
of-factly. "It wouldn't have done anything to a decent woman."
As he spoke, he hooked the dew-dampened secretion band of her
briefs to the side and slid a finger up into her slippery sheath.
Sue sucked in her breath and shuddered, partly from the
pleasurable sensations of his probing finger and partly from the
depraved thrill she always felt to one degree or another whenever
he humiliated her.
The next movie started. This one was in color. A young
white girl of about fourteen was hitchhiking. A new Lincoln
Continental stopped for her. A huge black man with an Afro
haircut and a beard leaned over and opened the door. He looked
the youngster up and down with an appraising eye. She winked at
him and licked her lips. With a grin, he drew her into the front
seat of the car and they were driving off as the scene closed.
In the following scene, he was driving along with his arm
around her, fondling her tiny titties, while she pulled out his
massive black organ and started jacking him off. Before long, he
pulled her head down into his lap and stuck his cock into the
child's more-than-willing mouth. She went down on him like a pro,
and this scene ended with a terrific come-in-the-mouth shot.
Her breathing labored, Sue watched unblinkingly as the sordid
sex acts between a little white girl and a big black buck went on
before her. She was getting hotter and hotter, what with Hub's
finger stirring her honeypot continuously while she absorbed the
bombardment of erotic visual stimulation as well. And she also
began turning on to the crude and obscene remarks being called out
occasionally by some of the men now. It sounded as if they were
becoming affected by the movies, too. In her mind's eye she could
see them sitting there with hard-ons bulging their trousers, and
this lewd mental image excited her all the more.
"Reach over here to my lap, Suzy Baby," Hub whispered.
She reached over into his lap and discovered that he'd freed
his penis from the confines of his trousers. Instinctively she
jerked her hand away.
"Play with it," he urged. "It's dark in here. No one will
know."
Tentatively she extended her trembling hand and searched for
his penis. It wasn't difficult to find, big and hard as it was.
A tiny moan of longing escaped her lips as she wrapped her slender
feminine fingers around the thick hunk of tubular turgidity.
"Feel good to you?"
"Uh-huh," she admitted, as she began stroking her hand slowly
up and down the massive member.
On the screen now the big buck was struggling to penetrate
the tiny hairless cunny of the little white girl. The Lincoln was
parked on a trail in the woods, its driver and his passenger lay
on a blanket a few feet away. The men in the audience were having
mixed reaction over this film. Some of them cursed it as too
obscene, and a few of these got up and went to the rest room or
back to the bar. But most of the men were going wild, and one
yelled out. "Cram it up her, Rastus! That little box will
stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch!"
To her dismay, Sue found herself silently seconding the
motion and siding with the majority of the men who wanted to see
the child impaled by the enormous black. This unladylike emotion
was totally incompatible with her normal self. Sue realized this,
but she was too far gone to care now. The tranquilizer and booze
had done their wicked work and now the dirty movies were doing
theirs. Lust was taking her over. Ruttishly she beat Hub's meat
for him while he stroked his passion-provoking finger in and out
of her juicy split. When the huge black man managed to work the
bulbous head of his penis into the young white girl, Sue nearly
swooned. She gawked as the sturdy black stanchion slipped in and
in and into the small body of the child. Then the black man was
fucking the little girl and Sue could hardly get her breath. At
the last split-second, the man withdrew and shot his cum all over
the girl's heaving white belly. It was more than Sue could bear.
Something had to give, and give it did.
"Oh ... oohh ... ooohhh," she sighed aloud, forgetting where
she was as the mind-numbing tremors of a fabulous orgasm swept
over her.
"Have a good one?" Hub asked, after Sue's breathing returned
to a semblance of normalcy.
"Mmm-hmm," she sighed, glancing around the darkened room to
see if any of the men had noticed. Apparently they hadn't, much
to her relief.
"Thought so. You nearly squeezed my pecker in half," he
chuckled. Then he backed his finger out of her and handed her his
handkerchief. "Now me."
During the next movie, Sue jerked Hub off and caught his
semen in his handkerchief, just as he'd made her do in the car
that night which seemed so long ago now. After that, he got them
fresh drinks. Sue sipped hers too fast, and Hub gave her his.
She was quite tipsy now, and the dirty flicks, each of them only a
few minutes long but coming back to back, had made her very much
hot and bothered again. She could hardly wait for the stag show
to end so Hub would take her home and give it to her good.
After more than an hour, the movies ended and the lights were
turned back on. Blinking, embarrassed now that she no longer had
the darkness to hide behind, Sue stood up. She bent over and put
her mouth close to Hub's ear.
"Take me home and ravish me, you big brute," she whispered.
"Sit down," he said. "It's not over yet, stupid."
Sue felt silly. She sat back down and, lowering her gaze so
she wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of the sexed-up men
surrounding her, she remained silent and subdued.
A middle-aged man mounted the bandstand. He took down the
movie screen. Then he announced, calling out loudly, "It's time
for the live entertainment. Let's bring on the live
entertainment."
Somewhere someone threw a switch and the bandstand was
flooded with light. The middle-aged man blinked and shaded his
eyes. He stood there awkwardly for two or three more minutes,
then he called out, "Where are the live entertainers? Hub, didn't
you hire some live entertainers?"
"I made the arrangements," Hub called back. As chairman of
the entertainment committee, this was his responsibility.
"Then do you have any idea of just where in the hell they
might be?"
"They're supposed to be here," Hub replied. "Maybe they're
dressing."
"Or undressing," a new voice quipped, and several men
laughed.
Just then two strapping black men, in their late twenties or
early thirties, walked into the room carrying a mattress. They
were fully clothed, wearing sports shirts and trousers. After
they'd climbed onto the bandstand, they put down the mattress and
turned toward the audience. One of them stepped forward.
"Please accept our apologies for the delay, gentlemen. I
wish I could announce that the show is ready to go on.
Unfortunately, I can't. This has never happened before. It's
certainly not like Rita - Rita's our partner - to be late for a
gig. But she is late. And she hasn't called or anything. I
don't know what to do. Without a lady, my partner and I have no
act. We ain't that kind, guys."
The big room was filled with laughter.
"And you wouldn't want us here if we were," he continued.
"So, shall we wait a few minutes and see if Rita shows up ... or
what?"
"Or what," Hub called.
"How's that?" the black man asked, cupping his ear.
"Or what," Hub called again, louder this time. There was a
glint of pure licentiousness in his eyes as he stood up, taking
hold of Sue's wrist and pulling her to her feet, also. Being
chairman of the entertainment committee, it had been quite easy
for him to set up this situation. And now, excited over the
carnal degradation which he had arranged for his stepson's wife,
it was time for him to come to the rescue. He began pulling the
totally bewildered young blond toward the bandstand, calling out
for all to hear, "There's no reason why the show can't go on.
Hells bells, why should we sit around waiting for this Rita broad?
Suzy here will be glad to fill in for her, won't you, Suzy Baby?"
Shocked to the point of stupefaction Sue couldn't even find
her voice. Her mouth dropped open, then began working as if she
were trying to say something, but no words passed her full pink
lips. Her eyes wide with horrified disbelief, all she could do
was shake her head and glance about at the men, silently begging
them to help her as Hub dragged her nearer and nearer the
bandstand.
Most of the men were leering at her, their expressions
clearly saying they could hardly wait to witness her ravishment at
the hands of the two paid black performers. "Neat twist, Hub,"
Sue heard one man say as they went past him. "She's quite an
actress. Almost makes a man believe she's really not the third
member of this team we hired to perform for us."
They think I'm ... Oh, dear God! Sue moaned inwardly, and
just as Hub dragged her onto the platform and turned her over to
the two black men, both of whom had hurriedly stripped to the
buff, she found her voice and screamed, "OHMYGOD, NO! HELP ME
SOMEONE! I'M NOT A PERFORMER! HUB IS MY HUSBAND'S STEPFATHER,
AND HE -"
One of the blacks had grabbed her from behind and clapped his
hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her. Both the
performers were in on Hub's plan. In fact, he'd paid extra, out
of the lodges money, in order to get the men without their female
partner. They didn't know the whole truth of the matter however -
that they would actually be raping a young and beautiful blond
bride in front of half a hundred or so of Hub's horny lodge
brothers who were also being fooled - because not a single one of
them would ever dream what 'good old Hub' was really doing to this
poor girl. Hub had told the black men that Sue was a pervert who
could only enjoy sex in this manner, that it was her idea and that
she had begged him to fix it up for her. They were free to
sexually use and abuse Sue in any way they wanted to, so long as
they didn't do her any physical harm. Both of the oversexed black
men were eager to get at Sue, too, once they saw how pretty and
appealing the 'kinky little honky' really was.
While the one held her from behind, his hand still over her
mouth, the other divested her of her blouse, miniskirt and
panties. She wished she could simply die when he showed the
secretion-soaked crotchband of her panties to his partner and
commented that the 'old dude' must've told them straight.
"She's a hot one, all right," the other agreed. "Let's give
her the works."
The one standing in front of her nodded agreement and,
leaving her high heels, nylon stockings and lacy black garter belt
on her, as per Hub's instructions, he began running his hot black
hands all over her pure white body. Being touched by a 'nigger'
made Sue cringe. When he put his hands on her breasts, she
thought she might be sick to her stomach. He took her tender
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began massaging
them with a rolling motion.
Sue closed her eyes and, the hand still over her mouth, she
sounded a nasal moan of protest. She was absolutely mortified by
the screamingly obscene situation in which Hub had put her. It
was beyond her how he could humiliate her this way, or why he
would even want to.
"Nnnn!" Sue whined, when the Negro, following Hub's
suggestion, tweaked her nipples rather roughly.
He pinched and twisted her nerve-rich nipples again and
again, and Sue couldn't help her reaction to it. The sex pain and
the humiliation together struck the cord of her masochistic bent
and twanged it into vibrant reality. To her further shame, she
could feel the juice of her unbidden desire as it overflowed her
furry cup of love and began trickling down the insides of her
trembling thighs.
"Oh, please," Sue begged, when the one behind her uncovered
her mouth. "Won't someone help me? Please, please ... I'm not
part of a show! Don't let them do this to me!"
"Hey, she sounds to me like she's tellin' the truth," Sue
heard a man somewhere in the audience say. Her hopes soared,
until another spoke up, "Aw, sit the hell down, Herman. You've
had too much to drink. Would good ole Hub put her up there if she
wasn't a part of this here show? Now, I ask you?"
And that was the end of it. Sue knew then that she wouldn't
be receiving any help of any kind from any of the sex-crazed men.
All they wanted was to see her ravished and ruined by these two
strapping black men.
Four black hands were roaming ruttishly over her white body
now. Sue didn't seem to have any strength of her own. Her knees
threatened to buckle. A sense of utter helplessness enveloped
her, causing her entire body to begin trembling. She shook as if
she were freezing cold, when she was really burning up with the
seething passion all this fondling was causing deep down inside of
her. When they lowered her to the mattress and started licking
all over her torso, she twisted and squirmed about in sensual
discomfort. It felt good, what they were doing to her, even if
they were black.
Finally they positioned her on her back. One Of them knelt
between her legs and the other swung astride her chest. The one
sitting on her chest took her head in his hands and drew it up
until the coal-black head of his circumcised penis was staring her
right in the face.
"No," she gasped, her eyes growing wide as she shook her head
in horror. "I ca-can't bring myself to do ... that! No. Please,
no!"
Just then the man kneeling between her legs lowered his head
to her crotch and licked her.
"Ohhh," she moaned, shivering with a surge of sudden
pleasure.
He licked her again, starting at the bottom of her plushy
little blond pussy and snaking his tongue through it right up to
the top where, for good measure, he flicked at the tiny pea-sized
nub of her ultra-sensitive clitoris.
"Ahhh-haaa!" Sue cried out involuntarily, for the sensations
surging through her sweltering loins were like nothing the young
bride had ever experienced before.
Then the mouth of the unseen man covered her hairy hole
completely, causing Sue to suck in her breath and shudder in
sinful expectation. She felt the tip of his tongue tracing round
and around the smooth inner surfaces of her blood-swollen labia
majora, and she sighed in sensuous enjoyment. Then, without
warning, he stuck his tongue up her vagina far as it would reach.
"Nnnn-aahhhh!" Sue yelled shrilly, her head snapping back and
her eyes clamping shut.
His black hands cupped the soft cheeks of her white behind
and he started sliding the full length of his educated tongue in
and out of her tunnel of love.
"Feel good?" the one sitting astride her chest asked, already
knowing it did by the expression of sheer delight on Sue's pretty
face.
Opening her eyes, she gazed up blinkingly at him. He was
smiling down at her, and his voice sounded so friendly that he
disarmed her. She nodded and gave him a weak smile in return.
"It does. Oh, yesss!"
"How about doing something to make me feel good, then," he
said, lifting her head toward his groin again, bringing her mouth
nearer and nearer to the denuded dome of his massive organ.
Even as she shook her head and whimpered for him to have
mercy on her, Sue could feel that familiar melting sensation
starting in the pit of her stomach and spreading outward. Her
baby-blue eyes grew large as half-dollars. She stared fixedly at
the blue-sheened black glans of his penis, watching it not because
she wanted to but because it held her attention like a powerful
magnet. Closer and closer it came to her mouth, until it was so
close she got a whiff of its masculine odor, and still she
couldn't rip her fearful but fascinated gaze away. The tip of it
touched her tremulous lips.
No! her conscience protested. You can't! Don't open your
mouth! Not for a black man! What would Doug think of you if he
found out!
But as the bluntly rounded forefront of the manly instrument
probed insistently between her soft lips, Sue's wifely will to
resist proved to be weaker than the temptation to give in. It
suddenly didn't matter to her that she was a married woman, or
that once she'd been a faithful and devoted bride. Now all that
mattered was the sinful pleasure being pumped into her by the
constantly thrusting tongue of the black man who was going down on
her with gusto, giving her a brand new thrill that none of the men
she'd had before him had been considerate enough to give her. Not
her husband, nor Hub, nor the dirty old man he'd called his
friend.
It was perverted, to be sure but, ohh, it felt marvelous!
Especially when he pressed his lips tightly against her steaming
slot and applied suction slowly until she could feel the divine
drawing sensations deep down inside her belly.
"Come on, little white mama, open wide for your big black
daddy," the one sitting astride Sue's chest said with a chuckle,
and he began applying pressure beneath her ears with the balls of
his thumbs in order to force her to do his lustful bidding.
The desire-dazed young woman could resist no longer. With a
sigh of surrender to the sexual sinfulness surrounding her and
taking her over mind and body, Sue opened her mouth for him. Her
tongue met the vanguard of the conquering invader and bade him
welcome. She lapped off the droplet of clear fluid and made an
involuntary purring sound in her throat as the delicate flavor of
his sex oil penetrated the pores of her taste organ.
She allowed her tongue to be depressed and used as a carpet
on which the undersurface of the fat dick slid deeper into the
warm, wet chamber of her submissively feminine mouth. Only when
the head of his pole bumped into the soft membrane lining the back
of Sue's throat, making her gag reflexively, did he stop and,
retreating slightly, let his pulsating member lie there idling
like a powerful machine inside her oral cavern.
Tentatively she caressed the organ with her tongue. The
muskiness of his strong and distinctive taste made her somewhat
lightheaded. The funky smell and flavor excited her tremendously,
though. Unsurely, she wrapped her pink lips around his black
penis and began lightly sucking on it. In less than a minute, she
was going out of her gourd with lust, for something inside her
snapped and she lost all of her self-control.
She flung her arms around his hips and began bobbing her
pretty blond head furiously back and forth at his kinky-haired
groin, chanting, "Oomm, oomm, oomm," through her nose. Nothing
had ever excited her quite so much as having a 'dirty' black dick
in her white-woman's mouth. Judging from the vulgar remarks some
of the men in the audience were making, Sue knew she was giving
them a thrill, too, and this spurred her on.
"Suck that black cock, baby!" a man called out.
"All the way!" another chimed in.
"Make him come!"
"Swallow his jizz!"
The encouragement of the men looking on rang obscenely in
Sue's burning ears. Her ears weren't the only thing about her
that were burning, either. Her entire body was feverish and a
film of perspiration was breaking out on her creamy white skin,
but her poor little pussy was so hot it was almost ablaze. The
heated blood of her runaway passion rushed to her loins and most
of it remained there due to the oral stimulation provided by the
cuntlicking she was receiving. The kneeling black man was a
master muff-diver and he was giving Sue the full benefit of his
lingual expertise.
Sue thrashed about in a fit of lust, greedily copping the
knob of one black man while his partner pushed her ever closer to
paradise with his talented tongue and suctioning lips. She wasn't
aware of how her actions were affecting the men in the audience,
nor did she particularly care at the moment. So caught up in the
whirlwind of emotion accompanying this delightful double-suck with
her in the middle was she, that she didn't even notice the men
getting up out of their chairs and crowding around the bandstand
in order to get a better view of the sordid spectacle she was now
willfully making of herself.
The pressure mounted in her blood-congested loins until Sue
was literally suffering with the need to reach a climax and find
relief. She could hardly stand the tightness of preorgasmic
tension. Then it began to unfurl deep inside her, rumbling upward
like a new oil well bursting forth into a gusher.
"UUUNNNNNNNN!!!" she groaned, automatically hugging the one
she was blowing and accidentally taking the bulbous glans of his
penis clear down into her throat as the almost painful release of
a thundering orgasm blasted through her entire lower torso. She
gulped reflexively at the hunk of hard meat lodged in her gullet,
and the tight rings of her throat skimming back and forth over the
tufted, ultra-sensitive rim of the man's coronal ridge brought him
off instantaneously.
However, he was a stag show performer and he knew from
experience what a bunch of drunken men wanted to see. They wanted
proof that he was coming and, exercising phenomenal self-control,
he provided that proof. Grabbing Sue by the hair of her blond
head, he jerked her head back until, with a loud and lascivious
slurping noise, her puffy pink lips lost his twitching phallus.
And just in the nick of time, too, for his saliva-coated dickhead
was at that instant swelling up like a balloon.
"UUUNNN!" he groaned, biting his lower lip and squinching up
his face.
It was only a split-second later that his prick spewed forth
a stream of sticky white come which splattered all over the pretty
young bride's confused and lust-contorted visage.
"Go-oodd-damn!" an onlooker exclaimed. "All over her face!"
Shuddering from the waves of her own mouth-induced climax,
Sue sluttishly opened her mouth and, straining her neck, caught
the rest of the black man's spurting semen on her outthrust tongue.
"Look at her!" another man gasped, as if in disbelief. "Look
at her lap it up!"
At the moment, Sue couldn't have cared less what anyone
thought of her. She was experiencing the thrill of her life, and
wanted to swallow every drop of that hot, black man's ball juice.
Sue's satisfying climax did not, however, signal the finish
of the salacious show she'd been half-tricked, half-forced into
being a part of. As soon as the rhythmic twitching of the sperm-
ejecting penis stopped and it immediately began to go limp, its
owner milked it down with his fingers, lewdly allowing the final
sluggish drops of his come to drip smilingly upon Sue's
magnificent breasts. Then he climbed off her and, quick as a
flash, the one who'd sucked her off mounted up in the classic
position of male on top and he stuffed her full of throbbing hot
manmeat with one skillfully penetrating thrust.
"WWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Sue yelled out in surprise, as a
mixture of pain and pleasure spread through her loins as a result
of the unexpected and sudden womb-jarring-deep penetration of her
small albeit well-prepared pussy.
There was plenty of lubrication present, both the man's
saliva and Sue's slippery sex fluid, but this black dude had a
hammer on him that even Hub's huge hose couldn't measure up to.
Sue batted her eyelids in astonishment and she made a couple of
muffled choking noises because it felt for all the world as if the
grinning black man above her had stuck it so far up her that the
head of it was about to come out of her mouth. To her profound
relief, the man didn't start screwing right away but instead
rested his weight on his knees and elbows for awhile, allowing her
shock to wear off and her sex sheath to stretch enough to
accommodate his hunk of mighty manhood.
"Jesus," Sue moaned, making a face as she moved her hips in
an exploratory motion. "Lord, man, you mu-must be ... part
horse!"
"You okay, blondie?" he asked amusedly.
She nodded. "I th-think so ... but take it ... slow and easy
at first, huh?"
"Sure thing, sugar," he replied, and he backed what looked to
the men watching from all sides like a yard of glistening black
horsecock out of Sue's slender shaking, white-woman's body.
He withdrew it all the way so the paying spectators could see
the gaping gorge that he'd reamed from the previously tiny blond
muff. There was no blood, no torn flesh, but from their vantage
point several of the lodge brothers could see right into Sue's
snatch, where the crimson color of her sexual arousal shone wetly
with the coating of her clear cunt fluids.
"Put it back," Sue moaned longingly, her hips lifting toward
him in search of his long dong. She felt so empty without it, so
unsatisfied, so hungry for more. "Put it back in me. Come on!
Now, big black daddy! Give that hunk of heavenly horsecock to
your little white mama!"
It flattered his male ego to have Sue so eager for it. He
made her beg a little before he would let her take hold of his
horn and guide the bloated head into the red-rimmed elliptical
opening between her widespread legs.
"More ... aahhh ... MORE!" she cried, her small white hands
tugging at his protuberant buttocks as he sank the huge prong into
her very slowly this time, deliberately driving her wild so the
wanton young woman would make him appear all the more a stud of a
man in the eyes of their beholders. Finally his hairy, hanging
nutsack nestled intimately into the cleft of her undulating rump,
and she had it all, every glorious, woman-stretching inch that he
could give her. "Ohmygod," she sighed. "It fills me so full!"
He threw a wicked fuck into Sue, giving her a really mind-
boggling orgasm, but holding back his own. While she was still in
the final, weaker throes of her climax, he climbed off her and his
partner climbed on. They took turns screwing her, holding back
their own orgasms, until Sue was virtually out of her head with
lust and all but coming her guts out.
Then, the one with the largest penis lay down on his back.
He told Sue to get down on her knees between his legs and suck him
off. She was more than willing to oblige. In fact, she was
downright eager to take a suck on his sturdy, mouth-watering
stalk. Its coating of her own sexual juices made it appeal to her
all the more. Loving the licentious mood she was in, she knelt
between the man's legs, took his upright pole in hand and planted
a loving kiss right on the tip of it. Then she snaked out her
sinful tongue and started licking her clear cuntcream off the big
black organ.
Sue was so lost to lust by this time that she hardly knew
where she was or what she was doing. It was as if she'd ceased to
exist and that other woman inside her, the wild and wicked wanton
who had only started to emerge recently, had taken over control of
her feverish and perspiring body. Greedily, she orally engulfed
the mushrooming dome of the black prick and began going down on
the man.
It was a real mouthful, just the head alone. She made
kittenlike purring sounds way down in her throat as she moved her
head up and down at his loins. Her puffy pink lips clung
salaciously to the girthful black shaft, distending out around it
lewdly as she drew up on him, sucking so hard her cheeks folded
inward.
When she felt hands grasping her hips and knees wedging her
legs apart, Sue wondered dimly who was behind her and what he was
up to, but she was far too engrossed in giving head to let up long
enough to check it out. Not that it would have made any
difference if she had, for the other black man wouldn't have taken
no for an answer to his obscene intentions. Holding her by the
hips, he sank the full length of his rock-hard pecker into her
dripping, upside down snatch.
"Mmmmm," Sue sighed, around her mouthful of succulent
manmeat, as the second black man started humping into her from
behind, giving it to her dog-fashioned.
And then, once he had her liking it and had thrown her off
guard, he backed his well-lubricated rod out of Sue's glory hole
and aimed it at the tiny, puckered pink orifice directly above it.
"Nnnn ... NNNN!!" she exclaimed through her nose, when she
felt the bulbous knob of the man's penis probing insistently at
her impossibly small rectum. Before her passion fogged mind could
fully react to the situation, the bloated glans of the penis bored
its way inside her, suddenly stretching the ring of her anal
sphincter to the limits of its muscular elasticity. Up came Sue's
head, her eyes bulging with shock and disbelief as the force
required for penetration sent the ramrod speeding into her anal
canal right up to the very hilt. Her mouth opened and closed
silently, like a fish out of water, and then her voice caught hold
and she screamed. "NNNNNNAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
She broke out in a cold sweat from the ripping pain of it.
But he gave her no respite. Holding her by the waist, he began
buggering her with deeply penetrating strokes. Sue gasped for
air, because it fairly took her breath away. Although there
wasn't a drop of blood, Sue would've sworn that he'd ripped her
rectum wide open and then set it on fire.
"It hu-hurts!" she whined. "Stop! Oh, stop! You're ki-
killing meee!"
But he kept right on ramming it to her and, to Sue's
surprise, much of the pain drained quickly away as the rubbery
ring of her nether hole adapted itself to the girth of the penis
pistoning in and out of it.
"Oohh," she moaned, her face mirroring the pain-pleasure of
taking a fat dick up her virgin asshole for the first time.
"Still hurt?" the man whose legs she was kneeling between
asked.
She nodded, absently licking her lips. "But g-good ... it
hurts good now!"
With a knowing grin, he said, "Then how about wrapping those
sweet lips back around my fuckstick, sugar?"
"What a wonderful idea," she murmured, and immediately put it
into action.
After having held back for so long, the stag show performers
now gave themselves over to the carnal pleasure of Sue's febrile
flesh and rushed headlong toward the relief-giving orgasms which
their tight, aching testicles demanded. Neither of them lasted
long. First off was the one she was blowing. His dick twitched a
warning, then the head expanded and ejected a spiraling jet of
steaming sperm into Sue's suctioning oral cavity.
Emitting a nasal moan of fellatio fulfilled, she sucked all
the more voraciously on the throbbing dickhead as it gushed forth
the frothy male fuckjuice from his oversized balls. The black man
was a virtual reservoir of come. His pounding prick kept pumping
it to her faster than she could gulp it down. Her cheeks
ballooned as it built up in her mouth. It trickled from the
corners of her mouth, then spilled out in a foamy white wave over
both her puffy pink lips.
The furnacelike heat of her super-snug shit-chute brought the
other man off mere seconds later. His fingers bit into her full,
feminine hips as he jerked her back toward him and simultaneously
hunched his cock balls-deep up her dirt road. Giving out with the
age-old cry of the male planting his seed, he clung to her hips,
his entire body shuddering as his rectally sheathed rod sprayed
hot jism into the very depths of Sue's roiling bowels.
Sue thought she would faint from the sheer lascivious thrill
of being on her hands and knees between two black men, sucking on
one of their nasty black dicks while she took the other one up her
virginal asshole, allowing them to soil her soul itself by
shooting their slimy sperm into her from both ends at the same
time! And then the black men withdrew their softening peckers.
Her vision clouded by the steaming fog of her unfulfilled passion,
Sue saw them picking up their clothes and walking off, leaving her
with a sexual hunger greater at this particular moment than at any
time during the crazed sex show which was now over.
"Come back," she called after them. "You can't leave me
hanging like this! Oh, please, come fuck me just a little bit
more!"
"Little Suzy needs more cock!" Hub cried. "Line up boys,
this little slut's got enough snatch for everybody!"
Most of the lodge brothers began wandering off, but fifteen
of the more horny among them mounted the bandstand and lined up to
get in on the free gangbang. The first man slipped it to her in
the pussy and started hammering away.
"Ohgod ... yes, yesss," she squealed, wrapping her arms and
nylon-clad legs around him, using the high heels of her shoes on
his buttocks like spurs to force him to give it to her harder and
faster yet. He went off before Sue got going good.
The second man had her get on her knees and elbows. He gave
her a brief but really butt-banging cornholing. She sobbed out
her climax and ground her rump back at his loins while his jerking
peter sent the jets of his joyjuice into her convulsively clasping
anal passageway.
Before Sue and the second man had finished coming, the third
one slid his loins eagerly in under her head and stuck his proud
penis into her gaping mouth. He lasted less than a minute, then,
grunting like a pig, he gave Sue another mouthful of mancream.
Gluttonously she drank what he willingly gave her, and then she
stripped the final sluggish drops from his spongy stem before she
allowed it to slip from between her semen-smeared lips.
Two of the horny devils came at her together next. One of
them started fucking her in the old-fashioned way but soon rolled
over on his back and brought her on top of him without breaking
their cock-cunt connection. Then the second one mounted her from
behind and buggered her good. This was something new and
different for her, and she experienced a terrific thrill at the
feel of the two peckers bumping together inside her with only the
thin wall of an elastic membrane separating her two erogenous
channels.
Evidently deciding to best their buddies, three men took Sue
simultaneously and plugged each of her three portals with
pulsating prick. They were too worked up to last long, but Sue
managed to shudder through another orgasm of her own as the three
pounding peckers inundated her with torrents of sticky hot sperm.
By the time the three men finished with Sue, the remaining
seven had seen and heard so much that they were far too horny to
hold back any longer. All seven of them piled onto the mattress
with Sue at once. She was too sexed up to be scared. Salaciously
she started sucking one man off while another pushed his penis
into her sopping snatch and yet another drove his up her come-
dripping dirt road. Seconds later she was also jacking off a man
with each hand, while yet a sixth man pulled off her shoes and,
holding her stockinged feet together from toes to heels, began
fucking into the pussy-shaped opening formed by her arches. The
seventh man jacked off in her silky blond hair, wrapping it around
his prong and caressing his balls with it.
Chapter 10
Sue knew she should tell her husband what Hub made her do at
the stag show, but she just couldn't. How could she confess to
the man she loved that she'd been with seventeen men in one night,
and that two of them were BIG BLACK MEN?! And that she'd
dearly loved every sordid second of it, literally wallowing in the
pleasure of the perversions they had perpetrated upon her. She
simply couldn't find the words to tell Doug and finally decided
that he was better off not knowing he'd been cuckolded so
completely.
"What's the matter, honey?" Doug asked. They'd just finished
eating Sunday's noonday meal. Hub had gone to shoot some pool at
his lodge. Sue was washing dishes. Doug was drying them for her.
"You haven't said a dozen words since I got home yesterday. Hub
hasn't been spanking you again, has he?"
She shook her head no.
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Just a mood?"
She nodded.
They finished the dishes in silence. Sue tidied up the rest
of the kitchen, frequently smiling over at her husband as he stood
there watching her. His trousers began to bulge and she suspected
he was getting a hard-on. This surprised her, since he'd already
screwed her three times before going to sleep last night and once
before rising this morning.
"It's too nice a day to sit in front of that idiot tube,"
Doug said. "Want to go for a drive?"
"Okay."
In the car, he put his arm around her and drew her close, the
way he used to do before they were married. Sue snuggled up and
laid her head on his shoulder. It was very pleasant, riding along
with the radio playing, comfortably cuddled up to her man. She
placed her hand on his leg and patted him.
"Has Hub been screwing you?"
She nodded.
Doug gulped audibly. "It's really good for you ... with him
... isn't it?"
She nodded.
"I guess he's quite a man."
She nodded. "So are you."
"Still love me?" His voice sounded strained.
"Only you," Sue said reassuringly.
He gave her a squeeze and patted her shoulder.
Absently she began rubbing his thigh with a circular motion
of her hand. His trousers started to bulge again. She ran her
hand up between his legs and caressed his crotch. When he scooted
down slightly in the seat and spread his legs a bit wider, Sue
looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.
No words passed between them, but there was no mistaking what
he wanted her to do. She unzipped her husband's fly and pulled
out his erection. Encircling the shaft with her slender fingers,
she made a fist around it and started running her hand slowly up
and down his stem. This was something they'd never done before,
and what a charge it gave her to ride along the streets in broad
daylight, playing with her own husband's proudly projecting peter.
Soon Doug's breathing became labored and he was having
difficulty with his driving. Sue was too turned on to stop by
this time, though. She knew she should leave his pecker alone
now, at least for awhile, until he regained his composure.
Instead she stroked him harder and faster. She wanted him to
come, right here in the car, while he was driving down the street.
"Jesus!" Doug exclaimed. "Honey, you'd better stop!"
She kept jerking him off.
"Don't want to ... have a wreck," he gasped, dangerously
close to orgasm now.
"Then pull over!" she hissed.
They were approaching a shopping center. Most of the stores
were closed on Sunday. Doug drove into the virtually deserted
parking lot and stopped the car in an isolated area.
"Let the seat back," Sue ordered.
He let back the seat and stared in stunned fascination as his
sexy blonde bride lowered her head into his lap and orally
engulfed his orgasmically primed organ.
"Ohhh," he sighed, at the instant pleasure which her hot,
moist mouth bestowed upon him.
This was a first for Doug. Not the first blowjob he'd ever
had, but the first one he'd had from his wife. Sue was a nice
girl when he married her and, in his old-fashioned mentality, nice
girls just didn't do such nasty things. And then, after the way
he'd turned on while watching his stepfather feed her that big
cock of his, he'd been too ashamed of himself to ask her to go
down on him. But now she was doing it, giving him head, and he
knew she wanted to because it was her idea.
Doug was wildly excited. By this time Sue was quite an
accomplished fellatrice, and she was trying her best to make it
really good for her husband. She succeeded, too, for in a matter
of seconds Doug began to shake all over. She redoubled her
efforts, her head fairly flying up and down as tiny wet sucking
sounds filled the car's interior.
"Honey ... HONEY ... OOOHHH ... UUUNNGGGG ...UNG, UN, UNG!"
he cried out gruntingly, as his pulsating peter pumped the
contents of his tight nuts into the heavenly mouth of his sweet,
cocksucking little wife.
"Do you still love me ... after that," Sue asked as she
raised back up in the seat beside him.
"I've never loved you more than right this minute," he told
her.
Sue offered him her puffy pink lips, and he kissed her
passionately, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth and then
accepting and sucking on her tongue. The taste of his prick in
his wife's mouth turned Doug back on even before his penis went
completely limp.
"Let's go home," he said.
"And screw?"
"You bet your sweet ass."
"Oh, darling, yes," she sighed. "Let's hurry!"
Doug drove toward home as fast as the speed limit would
allow, with his sultry bride curled up in the seat beside him,
fondling his exposed pecker.
They were in their bedroom when Hub arrived home, sooner than
expected. He could hear them going at it when he entered the
house. After having a few drinks at his lodge, Hub was in a sexy
and playful mood. As quietly as he could, he shut the front door
and tiptoed toward the sounds of lovemaking emanating from the
bedroom of his stepson and stepdaughter-in-law. Their door was
slightly ajar. Cautiously he inched it further open and peeked
in.
The sight which greeted him brought a grin of devilish
delight spreading over his coarse-featured face. They were in
bed, both of them naked. Doug lay on his back. Sue sat astride
him, her beautiful big titties bouncing and swaying as she pumped
her lovely rump up and down above his loins, making her hair-
fringed hole skim rapidly to and fro along his upstanding rod.
While he looked on, Sue's face took on an expression of impending
ecstasy and her movements became more and more jerky.
"Ohhhh ... oh, darling ... my darling ... coming ... I'm com-
MMMIINNGGGG!" Sue announced, as her torso began to tremble and
slump forward. She leaned on over and, flattening her breasts in
her husband's chest, she kissed him with openmouthed urgency, all
the while uttering deep in her throat the subdued sobs of a woman
experiencing sexual satisfaction.
"Bet that little snapping pussy of hers is eating your cock
alive right now," Hub said with a chuckle as he walked uninvited
into the bedroom, invading their privacy as if it never occurred
to him that the young couple might want to be alone at a time like
this.
Doug grinned sheepishly, was all. Sue merely glanced Hub's
way, her eyes glassy with the rapture of coming. Once her climax
subsided, she ignored Hub completely and went on riding the rock-
hard erection of her beloved husband.
"That's right," Hub encouraged. "Don't mind me. You two
just go right on fucking. Maybe I'll join you later."
Later meant as soon as he stripped, because he was already
unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. Hub shed his clothes in record
time and piled onto the bed with his stepson and step-daughter-in-
law. Neither Doug nor Sue offered any objections when their horny
stepfather knelt astride Doug's legs then leaned over and started
licking their joined genitals while their act of sexual
intercourse continued. Nor did Sue protest when he dragged his
tongue up and down the crack of her bobbing ass, swabbing it wetly
with his warm saliva.
"Oh, you darling man!" Sue trilled, when he started tickling
her tiny asshole itself with the tip of his naughty tongue. She
paused for a moment and wriggled her rump in his face invitingly.
"What do you want, Suzy Baby?" Hub asked.
"You know," she sighed.
"Sure I do, but I want to hear you ask for it."
"Your tongue," she said in a sultry voice. "Stick it up my
butthole!"
All he wanted was to hear her ask for it, and now that he
had, he gave her what he'd teased her into wanting. Spreading her
buttocks with his thumbs, he wormed the tip of his tongue in
through the rubbery ring of her tight little rectum.
"Nnnn!" Sue whined.
He stuck his slippery tongue right up her rear channel, every
bit of it, and he waggled it around in the moist heat of her murky
depths.
"Oh, wow!" Sue exclaimed, shivering with perverted pleasure
from the forbidden act being performed on her. "That's ... oouuu
... so nice, daddy! Do it deeper! Fuck my butthole with your
tongue!"
Nothing could've pleased him more. Sue began riding her
husband again and, while she did, Hub kept his lips glued to her
musky-tasting nether hole, tonguing her asshole until Doug shot
off in her snatch. Then Hub lay down beside them, on his back.
"Come on over here, Suzy Baby," he said, taking hold of his
massive member and moving it about in a circular motion. You just
won first prize, and this is it."
In her present state of arousal, the nine-incher of her
husband's stepfather looked tempting indeed. Her eyes smoldering
with desire, she stared at it as he teased her by skinning it back
to reveal the purplish-hued, sleek-skinned dome. A drop of clear
precoital fluid was forced out the tiny, pink-lipped mouth at the
very tip of Hub's livid cockhead, and Sue automatically licked her
lips.
"You do want it, don't you?" Hub asked very cock-sure.
"Yes, I do," Sue admitted. "Doug, would you mind terribly?"
"Tell her it's okay, son," he crooned, and gave Doug a wink.
"What the hell, I've been hosing her while you were gone and I
figure to get me plenty more of her hot little cunt when you leave
town again. Why don't we face up to this situation like men?"
"Well, I guess she's got enough for the both of us," Doug
said unsurely. It was one thing to sit by and watch Hub take Sue,
but quite another to give his approval to their affair.
"Damn right, and then some," Hub said. "Come on, hot cunt,
climb on this joystick and slide down it."
Sue looked at her husband.
"Go ahead," Doug husked.
"Thank you, darling. You're so understanding," Sue cooed,
and she pecked a kiss on the tip of his nose before she hurried to
Hub. She swung astride him on her knees, reached down and grasped
his skinned-back dong and brought the denuded head of it to her
furry slot. "You big-dicked bastard," she said lovingly, as she
wriggled to get the head of his hose and her hungry hot hole lined
up.
Doug looked on. Some of his come trickled out of Sue's juicy
slot and dropped onto the head of Hub's prick. It gave Doug a
strange, inexplicable thrill to see his wife wedging the bloated
crown of his stepfather's organ into her adorable blond muff.
"Oouuu," she whimpered, as the broad section at the rear of
Hub's glans penis snapped into her dilated orifice. Then, bracing
herself with her hands on Hub's hairy chest, she lowered her body
slowly but surely, sighing again and again as her snug-fitting
snatch skidded inch by inch down his long dong, making it
disappear from her entranced husband's sight as she took it into
her belly. Sue could tell by Doug's facial expression that this
was perhaps more exciting for him than it was for her. And if his
expression wasn't enough, the way his own penis sprung swiftly
back to erection was all the proof she needed. "Doug? Darling,
does this turn you on?" she asked when her blood-swollen labia
settled into the coarse pubic hair surrounding the flared base of
Hub's fully inserted phallus.
Doug gulped audibly but said nothing.
"Honey, tell me," she insisted, smiling at him as she rotated
her rump round and around with his stepfather's pole inside her.
Reluctantly Doug nodded his head, as if he were ashamed of
his unhusbandly emotions.
"It's all right, darling," she told him. "I'm glad you feel
this way about it, because I don't think - mmmm - I want to do
without this - oouuu - lovely horsecock of Hub's now that I'm u-
used to having it - aahhh - regularly!"
With that, Sue began riding Hub like a rocking horse. She
closed her eyes and rolled her head about sensually. Absently she
sucked her lower lip in between her perfect white teeth and chewed
it lightly as the pleasure grew stronger.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," she chanted, her tits flopping about when
she speeded up the tempo.
"Is it getting good, honey?" Doug asked.
"Oh, yes, darling," Sue replied, gazing into the handsome
face of her excited husband as she took carnal enjoyment from the
cock of his stepfather. "Good ... mmmm ... very good ... oouuu
... what a hunk of heavenly cock! I love it, love it!"
Sue increased her efforts until the bed began bouncing and
the springs squealing from the force of her fucking motions. Her
eyes glazed over with lust and she started perspiring freely.
Before long her breath was coming in rasping gasps.
The sight of his glassy-eyed wife glistening with sweat as
she bucked furiously up and down on Hub's huge horn whipped Doug's
perverted passion to a feverish pitch. "Goddamn, Hub, does she
always get this wild with you?"
"Generally," Hub casually replied.
Doug could hardly stand it. His penis was so hard a cat
couldn't have scratched it. He took it in hand and squeezed it in
an unsuccessful effort to ease the internal ache.
"You got a problem there, son?" Hub chuckled.
Doug grinned and nodded. "I can wait til you've finished."
"What the hell for? She's got three good holes on her." Hub
drew Sue down until her titties rested on his chest. "Be still,
Suzy Baby." He reached back and pulled her lovely, rounded
buttocks apart, exposing the tiny pink orifice above the larger
one he now had his cock in. "Come on, Doug. She's your wife.
Got a tight little asshole on her. Try it on for size. Tell him
it's okay, Suzy Baby."
"God, yes, it's okay," Sue husked, wagging her rump and
clenching some internal set of muscles in order to make her rectum
wink invitingly at her husband. "Come on, darling, I want you to
stick your sweet dick up my butthole. Do it! Hurry!"
Doug could hardly believe this sexy blond bitch was his
beloved bride. Sue was certainly not the shy modest girl he'd
married, but if anything he loved her more not less than he had on
the day of their wedding.
When Doug climbed on top of her, Sue fingered some juices
from the junction of her cunt and Hub's cock and she reached back
and smeared the natural lubricant on her husband's stony stem.
Then, taking him in hand, she guided the head of his penis into
her anus. After giving a gentle tug to set him in motion, she
jerked her hand out of the way and shivered with delight at the
sensations of being penetrated rectally by her husband while the
horsecock of her lover was fully sheathed in her velvety vagina.
"Nnnn ... mmmmm ... oh, darling, yesss," Sue sighed, as he
sank his average-sized peter balls-deep into her anal canal.
"It's so hot ... and tight!" Doug gasped.
"Do you like my butthole, darling?" she asked.
"I'll say!"
"Then fuck it!" she squealed. "Fuck it good!"
Doug set out to do just that. He backed his brown-tinged
dong nearly all the way out of her gripping little asshole and
then he crammed it right back into her, so hard that his hips made
a splatting noise as they mashed her fleshy buttocks flat.
"Oh, yesss," she cried. "Way to go, darling! More! Give it
tooo me!"
The furnacelike heat of her incredibly tight asshole bathed
Doug's pecker with steaming waves of fantastic pleasure. He'd
never dreamed that sex could be this good. Throwing caution to
the wind, he reached around his wife's perspiration-sheened torso,
took a tit in each hand and started buggering her for all he was
worth.
Once Doug got going, Hub picked up the cadence and began
humping into Sue's plushy young pussy from below.
"OH, GOD ... GODDAMN ... IT'S SO GOOD!" Sue shrilled, hardly
able to speak because they were both crashing against her at the
same time, making it difficult for her to breathe. Disinclined to
complain, however, she gasped, "DARLINGS ... MY DA-DARLING STUDS!
CRAM ME ... FU-FULL OF COCK! I LOVE COCK! AND I LOVE YOU ... T-
TWO HORNY RASCALS! OH, CHRIST YESSS ... FUCK ME, FUCK ME ... FUCK
ME TELL I TURN TO ... MU-MUSH! OOHHHH! GIVE IT TOO ME! HARDER!
AAHHH! FA-FASTER! OH, DARLINGS, YOU'RE PU-PUSHING ME OOHHH ...
OOVVEERRR! COMING! AAAHHHHHHH! I'M CO-COMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG!
Every raw-ended nerve in her sensual body vibrated gloriously
as the most unbelievable intense orgasm swept over her in wave
after wave of mind-blanking rapture. She dimly realized that both
Doug's and Hub's pricks were throbbing erratically inside her and
spewing come into both her convulsing holes, and this only added
to the ecstasy she was experiencing from this thrilling act of
troilism.
* * *
"Good-bye, darling, see you this weekend," Sue called from
the front porch, and she threw her departing husband a kiss as he
got into the car. It was Monday morning and Doug was leaving on
another sales trip.
"Sell a bunch," Hub, who was standing beside Sue, called.
Doug smiled and waved.
As they stood on the porch watching Doug drive away, Hub
reached over and patted Sue's lovely young ass. "Did you tell
Doug about the stag show?" he asked.
Sue shook her head no.
Hub chuckled and patted her butt again.
They went back into the house.
Heading for the john, Hub called casually over his shoulder,
"I'm having five guys over on Wednesday night for a poker party.
You can either plan to spend the night away from the house or be
prepared to serve sandwiches and drinks ... and yourself when the
game is over."
Before Sue could answer, he entered the john and closed the
door behind him. She went into the kitchen and poured herself
another cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and, sipping at
her coffee, thought about what Hub had said. At least he was
giving her a choice, and that was a big improvement.
Doug was making good money now. They could move out any time
they felt like it, but Sue didn't really want to move now and
apparently Doug didn't either. Doug had seemed happy as could be
this morning, going off and leaving her with Hub. She figured her
husband must like what had been going on. Since Doug was asking
virtually no questions, she supposed he didn't mind what she and
Hub did during his absences. As to the other men Hub had been
giving her to, well, Doug either suspected or he didn't. If he
did suspect, he wasn't saying anything; and if he didn't suspect,
then what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Gotta get moving. See you tonight, Suzy Baby," Hub said as
he charged through the kitchen in his workclothes and rushed out
the back door.
Sue jumped up and ran to the door.
"Hub!" she called, just as he was climbing into his pickup.
"Yeah?"
"About Wednesday night," she said, giving him a sexy smile.
"What kind of sandwiches do your friends like?"
The End
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