Viola and Clifford Mathis stood by the living room window of their home in the Chicago suburb of Schaumburg and gazed out at the newly weds moving in next door.
"How can you tell that they're newlyweds?" asked Cliff.
"I can tell," said Viola without further explanation. Indeed she could. There was a fresh, unspoiled quality about the buxom young blonde girl as she moved and talked, her golden pony tail swinging in the fresh spring sunlight. The moving van had parked in the street and three husky men were moving furniture into the house. From time to time, when the blonde girl's handsome, dark young husband was not around, Viola could tell they were making remarks about the young wife. Then they would be casting glances at her and at each other, and smiling at their secret comments.
As she considered this, the newlywed husband returned to view, and she found herself intrigued. He was darkly handsome, tall, with very broad shoulders, and a cock-of-the-walk sort of stroll that told the world that he thought he was hot stuff. No, that he knew he was hot stuff.
Viola wondered if he was. She felt a mild tingling up between her thighs as she considered the young man, and looked over at Clifford to see if he had noticed anything, but as usual he was completely oblivious.
She went over to an end table and picked up a cigarette, lit it with the table lighter, and blew smoke out quickly through her nostrils. She was starting to feel nervous again. Tonight she would probably have to go out and find some satisfaction again. She had hoped against hope that she would be able to control her raging desires, but it was no use. Now the sight of this handsome young husband next door had set her to tingling again. She had to find some sort of satisfaction, and she despised masturbation. She needed a man, preferably someone hairy and gross, who would dominate her, and make her forget that she was a good suburban housewife.
She went back to the window and stood next to her husband. The young wife was a sexy little thing, all curvaceous and over-bosomy. Her blonde ponytail added a quality of innocence and purity that few men would have found easy to resist, Viola thought. Certainly the furniture movers were devouring the girl over and over again.
Until finally the furniture van was empty and the men stood around lighting cigarettes while the young husband came out and passed a few dollars around. Then the huskies returned to the truck and revved it up, while their new neighbor returned to his new house and his new wife.
* * *
For a long time afterward Viola merely lay in bed naked, squeezing her full, firmly set breasts with her hands and occasionally teasing the moist, warm opening between her legs with her fingers. Clifford had gone out back to water the lawn. He was continually complaining about how dry it was in Chicago's western suburbs, and of the dreadful winds like a North African sirocco that came whipping across the western plains, so that it was pleasantly cool in Schaumburg even on the hottest days.
She slipped her fingers from between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina and thought about the young man next door. What might he be doing to his beautiful, sexy young wife right now, as they excitedly settled into their new home? Probably a lot more than she and Cliff ever did these days, she thought.
It was really dreadful the way they had gravitated into the trap of middle-age inertia. Nowadays they seemed to make love so rarely, and yet Viola had found that her sexual interest had escalated with age. But Cliff seemed to take her so much for granted. There was no longer any spark of excitement between them. What would it take to get them going again?
That is, if they ever could get going again.
Viola sighed and rolled over onto her belly. She was a curvaceous woman in her own right voluptuous in all proportions, and long-legged in addition. Her long thick black hair, bearing violet highlights, wafted all the way down her back to her tiny waist. As she lay on her front side she could look over to the slanted leg-mirror by the closet and catch the reflection of her firmly up-thrusted breasts being pressed flat and oozing out in shapely unrest from the sides of her chest.
How many men had yearned to grip those breasts, she thought. She couldn't count all the ardent young swains she had had to fight off when Clifford and she were courting. Of course, she had been extraordinarily developed for her age. In fact, ever since she was fourteen she had caught men looking at her side wise. At that age she had been as developed as she was now, so it had seemed all the more striking and voluptuous for one so young to possess such majestic breasts, long legs and well-rounded hips. From that time on she had had no peace.
Not that she hadn't delighted in her charms. It was a special, secret satisfaction young girls shared when they caught old men looking at them that way. There was the eternal conflict between what the law required and what society tacitly regarded as reasonable and what actually existed in fact. That was to say, it was not considered "normal" for older men to notice little pubescent girls and yet in actual fact they did. And in the ground between little girls herself, included delighted in teasing them. All with the onus of criminality always on the men, which made it perfectly safe as an amusement for a young girl to tease men.
Of course, she had been "built" so dramatically that very little luring was necessary. Men always noticed her everywhere she went.
She couldn't remember all the men that had brushed against her in doorways and on buses and tried to secretly feel her breasts. For as far back as she could remember...
Then in high school she had met Cliff, star quarterback of Niles Township football team. He had been three years older than she, and how she had idolized him. Going to see all his games, and just kind of hanging around, until finally he had noticed her.
How thrilled she had been when he had finally asked her for a date! Clifford Mathis, star quarterback, all-metropolitan football star, tall and broad of shoulder. He had been one of the prize catches of Niles or any other campus. Not only was he handsome and a magnificent athlete, but also wealthy. Cliffs grandparents had left him a trust fund of half a million dollars although she hadn't learned of this until long after they had become engaged. By then she was so head-over-heels in love with him that it no longer mattered.
Not that this ever caused her to lose her head, of course. In her day it was still common for a girl to retain her virginity until marriage. Therefore she had struggled against their mutual desires to the best of her rapidly disintegrating ability. On more than one occasion they had come very close to going all the way.
Not that she had been over-prudish where petting was concerned. On the contrary, she had often let him unhook her brassiere and fondle her vulnerably exposed breasts with his hot, strong hands. Once after a prom they had parked at Wilmette Beach and he had caressed and squeezed her breasts so that her nipples had come up hard and high and she had found herself panting for breath. And then he had sucked one of her exploding nipples deeply into his hot wet mouth ... sucking on it, licking it until she thought she would go mad with desire. So that she scarcely noticed it when his hand had disappeared under her skirt and begun softly smoothing the trembling flesh of her creamy inner thighs...
"Cliff, you mustn't!" she had gasped just in time, gripping his ears weakly with her fingers.
This had not been enough. His hands had kept on caressing and fondling and pulling at her weakening flesh, roving all over her sensuously quivering body as if they were gentling a hot-blooded mare. His hands caressed her flat young belly, and then moved down to the nylon-concealed mound up between her shivering young legs. His fingers moved there slowly ... then his middle finger traveled under the elastic waistband of her soft nylon panties and finally down into the moist virginal slit between her legs...
"Oh no ... oh no ... God ... Cliff ... don't ... oh that's beautiful ... heavenly ... beautiful..." she breathed ecstatically as his finger plunged into the hot wet warmth of her undulating pussy.
Despite her earnest protest, her hips didn't seem to be listening, and they made a liar out of her, moving back and forth in rhythm with his probing, tickling fingers so that the most maddening sensations assaulted her wildly tormented loins.
Nor did Cliff pay any attention to her, either. In another moment there was the rasp of his zipper sliding down and then suddenly a blunt fleshy object was laid against the top of her quivering thigh. His penis! There was a sharp whooshing intake of her breath as she realized what it was. She had never before felt a man's organ before, and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the feel of it. Almost by instinct, her hand crept over their legs toward that strange and powerful, dominating object. . .
Meanwhile his fingers were still probing gently into her hot wet vagina. Waves of pleasure seemed to be echoing from the soft, curl-rimmed lips on upward into her loins, belly and breasts. Resistance evaporated. She could not oppose these undulating waves of joy that raced through her, and Cliff took this to mean that she had given in. He gripped her hand tightly and forced it to close around his throbbing penis. Her cool, slender fingers closed around him and his answering groan of pleasure made her blood race.
She had never expected his cock to be so enormous. Her longish fingers could scarcely go around it. Still, she clenched it as best she could. Then, instinctively, she began gently massaging the foreskin up and down the excitedly pulsating shaft. Her eyes widened as she watched the thick blue veins bulging up and down its entire length. This was nothing at all like reading about male sex organs in a stuffy biology textbook. This was exciting and mind-rending, and it made one's heart race madly. She would never have believed that anything could excite her so, but combining it with the incessant teasing of his fingers within her swiftly moistening cuntal portals, she felt as if her entire soul was being dredged, demolished, and then pumped up again with the furious fires of lust.
Now he was stretching the small ring of her still intact hymen and she was suddenly afraid he might break it and make all her previous protection of her virginity purely academic. The thrills he was giving her were racing too madly through her for her to resist adequately. With a small, sweet sigh of surrender she suddenly relaxed her tensed and trembling thighs and his fingers took advantage, plunging all the more deeply and working all around her panting vaginal lips. She simultaneously increased the speed with which she was pulling the loose flesh on his penis and heard his answering groan of desire mingled with ecstasy. Now it seemed not as if her hand was stroking a flesh-covered penis, but rather a hard and all controlling instrument of submission.
Suddenly he tried to roll over on top of her at the last minute her few remaining shreds of sanity were adequate to pull her thighs together again, trapping his rock-hard cock uselessly between them. Cliff had struggled wildly then to force open her legs and get the tip of his organ into the opening of her wet, throbbing vagina. But she had forced herself to resist him even though she had wanted as much as he had. She used all of her remaining strength to protect her purity, while inadvertently the massaging grip of her fingers tightened around his fiercely straining penis. Then, just as he had forced the swollen head of his staff under the tight elastic leg band of her panties, and was aiming it towards her warm, wet opening, the heavily pulsating tip poised between the widespread oval of her cuntal lips, she suddenly felt it begin to jerk out of control. And then he was gasping and there was a hot, thick stream of liquid squirting all over her pubic hair and thoroughly drenching it with hot sticky semen. It splayed over the insides of her thighs and dripped wetly between her trembling legs, finally moistening the car seat down between her buttocks.
Then Cliff had emitted an orgasmic groan and collapsed over her shivering body. He mumbled abject apologies into her ear for his failure to put it into her, apparently unaware that she had resisted him. She had stroked the back of his neck tenderly and thought how she had never loved him more, and wished desperately, desperately, that they were already married.
Thus she had consoled him with whispers of love and affection while he continued gasping for several lengthy minutes.
And that had been their closest call before marriage. Afterward she scolded him and made him promise never to try to put it in her again before they were married. And Cliff had hung his head and promised to respect her.
But look at them now. Maybe he had respected her altogether too much, or maybe her personality had become too dominant or something. At any rate, the fire that burned so brightly then had evaporated swiftly into the air within a few years after marriage.
They had married after Cliff graduated from Northwestern. After that they went to live in San Antonio, where he took his flight training at Kelly Air Force Base. Those early years had been truly magnificent sexually, and she could remember keenly the ardent anticipation she had felt each time Cliff had had an erection which in those days had been often. Perhaps it had been the very newness of the sexual experience that had served to leave her disinterested in any considerations of nuances or sexual technique. Clifford's penis had been an object sufficiently dominant in itself to blot out any extraneous requirements. In those early years she had never suffered from paucity of orgasms. While Cliff was in training, she never felt any sexual lack in any way although, of course, the range of her experience was limited. Cliff was not very imaginative in the love department. His equipment was his big attraction.
But she was happy. Even while there were rumors about the misbehavior of other couples on the base, she and Cliff had been so obviously devoted that none of the talk had ever touched them.
And then Cliff had failed to graduate. Shuffled back to an ordinary desk job at Kelly, he had quickly stultified and become morose. And then after he was able to muster out, shortly afterward, they had returned to Chicago so that he could take a job in the marketing department of his father's firm.
Somehow, since then, things had fallen apart and never been quite the same again.
* * *
Cliff showed up at the door, looking at her. How long had she been lying there, daydreaming like this? She didn't bother to cover her nakedness.
She smiled and ran her slim, rapier-nailed fingers down her belly to her navel. "You're not going to accuse me of indecency, are you?"
He made a face and jerked his thumb toward the back of the house. "Our new neighbors are already taking the sun. Don't you want to meet them?"
Viola sat up in bed. That was a prospect that definitely was interesting. She shook her body slightly in front of him, but he only looked uncomfortable and looked away. "I suppose so. What are they wearing?"
"What do you mean, 'what are they wearing'? Summer clothes, of course. Christ, it's in the eighties this afternoon."
"I'll be right out."
When he was gone she stepped to the closet and selected that new purple bathing suit that showed off her long, thick black hair to such startling advantage. That girl down the street whose husband was a university professor had made it for her for only eight dollars, after fussing endlessly to get the cup size just right. Viola had such Junoesque proportions it was very rare that she could get a bathing suit to fit her properly. She had almost felt guilty for paying the girl so little for it, after all that work. But then on the other hand that was all the more she retained for her own spending money. Good bathing suits cost thirty-five dollars these days.
So she put on the new suit and strutted around in front of the mirror. Not bad. The bust was built up with stays so that her breasts were lifted up like a couple of gourds into almost inhuman proportions. But oh, so eye-catching. She fluffed out her hair and went out to the pool.
Cliff was right, they were out on the patio. The young man was leaving just as Viola appeared at the pool. But apparently they had changed to bathing suits as well.
"Hi," said the blonde girl.
"Hi." Viola hesitated as to whether or not she should invite them to use their pool One never knew, where personalities were concerned, whether people would mesh or not, and it was much easier to invite than to disinvite where next door neighbors were concerned. A certain aloofness never hurt anything, especially when feeling out new people.
But she was anxious to see that young man again. The brief glimpse she'd had of him had been most enticing. Long, muscular swimmer's legs and shoulders to match. A real man in a bathing suit. Nothing to be hidden under business clothes. But he wasn't coming right out again, so she shrugged to herself and dove right into the pool, swimming around just a little bit, doing a couple of lengths. Viola was a tall woman, and she never felt quite at ease in anything other than an Olympic-size pool.
When she came up again, Cliff was chatting amiably with the blonde, and the girl's husband had just re-appeared with a couple of drinks in his hand. Viola lifted herself onto the cement and wrung out her hair. Her eyes darted to the pouch in the young man's bathing suit, quite involuntarily. It was hard to say what she thought she saw there. In any case, she had learned over the years that the size and weight of a man's equipment was not quite so important as certain other factors knowing how to use them, for one. Cliff had a penis which, when hard, she could hardly get her hand around and she had a long hand yet he hadn't satisfied her in ages. Occasionally he only hurt her, or worse, bored her.
She stood up and walked over to the beach chair next to Clifford, not paying much attention to what anybody was saying. Her eyes were devouring this handsome young husband. Something inadvertently clutched in her throat for a moment she considered how pleasant it would be to have a genuine love relationship with somebody like this instead of having to rely on the inevitably unsatisfying pickups she made in bars...
"Oh, this is my wife, Mrs. Mathis," Cliff was saying.
"How do you do."
"Hello."
"Hello."
Viola sat down in the lounge chair and lay back, her eyes still resting languidly on the handsome face of their new neighbor.
"I was just telling Mr. and Mrs. Parker, Viola, about how windy it gets here, so we never really have a hot summer like the rest of the Chicago area."
Viola shivered and laughed. "Brrr, you can say that again." Cliff threw a heavy towel around her shoulders.
The Parkers laughed too. The young man had a large, toothy smile, and Viola felt a shiver of excitement as she considered it. Her eyes diluted until they were half shut and she considered what it might feel like to have those large white teeth nipping at the tips of her breasts. She shivered, half with cold and half with some unspeakable thrill.
But would there be a thrill? In actual fact, all of her nocturnal excursions picking up men for the sake of a trifling amount of sex invariably proved to be humiliatingly unsatisfactory. Usually she was left worse off and more urgent than before. Cold showers and other distractions seemed to be the only way of soothing her nervousness in any permanent way.
Then why did she persist with her terrible seemingly compulsive misbehaviors? She didn't know for sure. Perhaps it was just that even with something less than fulfillment, she simply had to have from time to time a male sexual member sunk deeply between her quivering legs, clutched by her warm, wet vaginal walls in the undulating kiss of life, and a male body against hers. She had long ago steeled herself to feelings of shame. Her craving was too bottomless and unfulfilled for her to tamper with it in any way.
The conversation between the two couples was pursued aimlessly without special plan.
They exchanged first names and other odds and ends.
"I'm Randy, and this is Sally," said the young man, tossing back a moist curling forelock of jet black hair. His young wife smiled and extended her hand between the slats of the thin wood fence separating their yards. Viola joined her in a little laugh, saying:
"I hope you'll like it in Schaumburg as much as we do."
"You can call me Cliff," said Cliff, shaking hands with the young man.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll like it here," said Randy. "We know Schaumburg pretty well already-I've done a lot of building around here."
"Randy's put up a lot of these houses," said Sally proudly, shaking her long blonde pony tail around, Viola wondered idly how much affect this young girl's breathtakingly voluptuous body was having upon Cliff; it was very hard to tell. The girl was wearing a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit, and her enormous round breasts fairly overflowed the top of it. She was not stubby by any means, although she was not tall. Rather she was perfectly formed and proportioned from every aspect. Her legs, though not long as Viola's, were shapely in all the right places. Her hips were nicely rounded, her waist very tiny. Viola wondered idly if she was a real blonde. "He's a builder," Sally finished.
Randy blushed. "Yes, I guess I know Schaumburg pretty well. I put up almost all the houses in Caudle Street."
"Not the swimming pools, too, I hope," laughed Cliff. "We're hearing a lot of complaints from over there."
Randy shook his head. "No, that's that fly-by-night outfit that came through here last summer promising such bargains. That's one thing you can never get a bargain in, a swimming pool. If the concrete isn't poured right, you can just forget it. So you only get what you pay for. But we don't do any pools, just houses. We even farm out the landscaping."
A cold, gusty wind came up from the west and both girls shivered. "That's enough for me," said Sally cheerfully, getting up out of her chair. 'Time for a little warmth."
"Me too," said Viola, wrapping the towel tightly around her. "See you later."
And the two men nodded at them and continued talking over their drinks as Viola and Sally went inside.
CHAPTER TWO
Sally Parker sat naked before the vanity and combed out her long, shining blonde hair. Randy had often commented on the wonderful quality of her hair, which was her crowning glory. He often ran his fingers through it as if it were money. Her hair had a metallic, almost coppery quality to it; it was lustrous and totally unlike all those bottle-blondes. At times she was almost embarrassed the way he exulted over it. It was this coppery quality that allowed her to brush it so easily and let it grow so long. It never snarled, and she had never had it cut. She liked it, and she liked the fact that Randy liked it.
Indeed, her hair was probably her most attractive feature. She looked around, to be sure her husband wasn't coming in then cupped her breasts in her hands. Her bosom was another magnetic feature, she knew. Although when she was younger she had been very self-conscious and awkward, and apologetic, about her breasts. Her mother had brought her up very strictly to believe that excessive sexual manifestations were inherently sinful. Consequently when she had begun "blossoming" at only twelve years of age, her mother had made her wrap her breasts up very tightly with cotton gauze so that they showed as little as possible beneath her girlish dresses.
Not that this had succeeded to keep men from noticing her, and trying to get her off into corners. She could even remember a very loathsome and embarrassing encounter with Reverend Peterson but that didn't bear thinking about.
She was married to Randy Parker now, and there would be longer be any of the sort of problem she had experienced as a single girl. She was convinced quite thoroughly that once a woman was married, men left her strictly alone. Only single girls were 'game' for men's baser natures. As a married woman, consequently, she would be relieved for good from all discomfiting male attentions. No more struggles, psychological or otherwise, keeping coarse and crude men at bay. She had Randy now sweet and considerate Randy.
What a relief it was to be married to wonderful Randy. He knew how to treat and respect a girl. He wasn't at all coarse or demanding. He understood that sex was not as much fun for a girl as it was for a man, and he treated her accordingly. Their honeymoon at Niagara Falls had been marked by the utmost kindness, consideration and understanding on his part. He had been very gentle, and never demanding. He had oh-so-gently initiated her into the somewhat repellent mystery involved when a male puts his penis (unbearable even to think of) into a woman's most treasured grotto. If it hadn't been Randy doing that, she would have been disgusted beyond measure. But fortunately it was him, her wonderful husband, and she knew her duty and the fact that they wanted to have children of course so naturally it hadn't been disgusting. She had acquiesced calmly, largely ignoring the act and concentrating on studying the ceiling as his body panted in and out of her.
This was just as her mother had taught her-that the sex act was fundamentally disgusting, but that any good woman acquiesced for the pleasure of her husband and for the fact of having children. Thus it was that Sally had been able to ignore her instinctive revulsion and permit Randy to do 'it'. He had been very easy with her, not forcing his penis in brutally as her mother had taught her to expect and fortunately her virginal membrane had not been very sturdy, so there had been very little pain or blood. So she had merely lain there and permitted him to use her.
Her eyes warmed on her body again in the mirror. When she was living at home with her mother, right up to the time of her marriage, she had never allowed herself to sit around like this, naked. A woman always had to remain covered, and removed her clothing and allowed a man to make love to her only in the dark, her mother had taught her. But somehow she felt Randy wouldn't mind, and it was after all unseasonably warm.
Strange the almost abnormal feeling of freedom she'd had since she'd married Randy. Everything had moved in a dream since that day. She felt more affectionate and yielding toward him every day. He didn't criticize her constantly, as her mother had, in a way it was as if an anvil she'd never known existed had been lifted off the top of her head.
There was a certain indefinable feeling of ease to be found sitting around naked like this, uncaring, in one's own home. But she would never have felt so relaxed about it in her mother's house. But Randy didn't seem to have any objection. Indeed, she had the distinct impression that he liked to look at her body.
But then that was men, after all. Fundamentally men all had dirty minds and were creatures that gave little thought to anything but sex and women's bodies stimulated them. So she really couldn't blame him. He was just a man, after all. It wasn't his fault.
"Hi."
Randy suddenly strolled in and sat down on the bed, his long brown body gleaming with sweat. His index finger fished around in a pack of cigarettes half-crumpled and almost empty
finally coming up with a cigarette. Her mother had never approved of cigarettes, either, and Randy had never smoked them in her presence
until his terrible performance on the day of their wedding, when he'd literally blown smoke into her face. Sally still didn't know whether to forgive him for that or laugh about it.
She continued combing out her hair, letting his eyes wander naughtily over voluptuously exposed flesh. "They seem very nice," she said.
"The Mathises? Yeah, they're okay." He took a drag and blew out shafts of smoke through his nose. His eyes studied her. She thought she noticed in the mirror that his bathing suit had an unseemly bulge in it between his legs. Sally made a sour face and hoped that he wouldn't be too demanding this afternoon. She was really tired from moving, and now the sunshine had taken quite a bit out of her, too.
"She's pretty," she offered.
"Huh? Yeah. She's a dish." Randy stood up suddenly and came over to her, pressing her body against her. She could feel the bulge in his crotch pressing against her bare back he definitely had an erection. She blushed as he reached over her shoulders and took her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples.
"Randy ... I ... "
"Yeah?" He pressed his lips to the base of her neck and continued tweaking at her raw and exposed rubber eraser nipples. Sally didn't like very well the way they hardened under his touch. She wasn't that sort of girl, fundamentally.
"I'm tired," she said at last.
His face soured in the mirror. "No you're not, you're fresh as a daisy." He didn't say anything more, and his face seemed to be concealing something. She made up her mind that if he insisted, she would give in, although it didn't seem quite right to be doing sex and things in daylight, somehow.
She put her hand on one of his, still blushing. He was continuing to knead her breasts, and she almost felt what was it? There was an indefinable something that seemed to be emanating from out of his hands, out of her breasts, up into her throat. She felt nervous, watchful. Ordinarily she had been able to handle the sex thing in her stride; she was unaccountably nervous this evening. He seemed to be rushing her, for a change, and she wasn't quite sure that she liked it.
"I love you," he whispered through her warm kiss against her throat.
She patted his cheek patronizingly. "I know you do, darling. It's just that a woman is not like a man."
"Good thing, too."
"We have our moments," she went on, "when we're just not in the mood. You should know that I'm sure I wasn't the first girl you'd ever been with."
"There is no such thing as rape between a man and his wife," he murmured through his trail of kisses; his strong hands were continuing to fondle and squeeze her breasts. She felt her breathing coming quite irregularly. She wondered what had made him make such an irrelevant statement. Why was he suddenly discussing rape?
"Well, you know I'll always cooperate, dear," she said lovingly, touching his face, and suddenly, as if he had pressed a start button in her side, she got up and went over to the bed, lying down flat on her back with her legs spread. Even as she did this it occurred to her how amazing it was that she was so at ease in her nudity with Randy whom she'd lived with only such a little while-while in all of her twenty years of living with her mother she could never remember being anything but circumspect with respect to the exposure of her nubile bare flesh.
He looked down at her and for a moment and she wondered if she detected a trace of disappointment in his face. No, she thought, that couldn't possibly be right. Perhaps he was just a little over tired too from moving. It had been a long day.
"All right," he said abruptly, and he pushed down his bathing suit.
If it had been anyone else besides Randy, the sight of a man's penis might have thrown her into something of a panic, but she knew by now how gentle he would be with her. She gazed only momentarily at his large and hardened member, jutting out so strongly from his belly hair and the fluffy sac of his testicles, then she shifted her eyes decorously away. She knew very well, as her mother had taught her so diligently, that men preferred their wives to be uninterested in sex. She conducted herself accordingly, looking at the ceiling as he lowered himself between her legs. For a moment his mouth was on her breast, seeming to draw in all of it as deeply into his throat as possible, and she made a little involuntary gasp at this unexpected passion. Then quickly there was the blunt head of his penis, searching between the fleecy blonde hairs surrounding her now nervous vagina ... She felt it there, tickling the cuntal lips, then moving slowly inward...
Sally was not a little surprised that she was actually moist down there, and she quite frankly didn't know what to attribute it to. Towards the end of their honeymoon Randy had taken to using a good deal of vaginal jelly, because she had been so dry. So naturally she was quite surprised to find that she was becoming increasingly slick as his penis pressured her normally quiescent cuntal mouth. She shrugged mentally; that was probably natural, she supposed but she was still surprised.
Randy made a small, male-like grunt and pushed his hands under her creamy smooth buttocks, lifting her slightly. And then suddenly his member was sliding all the. way into her ... Sally let out a small gasp ... This actually felt slightly nice. She hoped he wouldn't find out that it was affecting her! He would think she was a fallen woman! She steeled herself and tried to distract her feelings by thinking of other things, as he pushed in and out of her...
For awhile she studied the ceiling and considered what changes they were going to make in the decorating. But then suddenly, unexplainably, she felt an unearthly twinge of pleasure as he shifted his penis sharply within her hot wet channel.
"Oh! Randy!" she cried involuntarily, cursing herself at the same time for this unseemly explosion.
Fortunately, however, he didn't seem to have heard her. Her fingers gripped his swiftly pistoning rump, her fingernails digging sharply into the two tensed cheeks of his muscular buttocks. Working hard to stifle her inclination to moan, Sally bit hard down into her lower lip and shut her eyes. It was impossible for her to understand why this swarm of obscene feelings was fluttering so wildly within the sensitive walls of her tremulous belly. She looked up at him, but obviously he wasn't noticing her at all. His hands were still like eagles' talons on her outsized breasts, while he had drawn the top half of his torso sharply up and was gritting his teeth, his eyes closed and neck muscles straining for what she assumed would be his orgasmic release.
Oh, God, she thought, he mustn't know what I'm feeling right now these little twinges of pleasure . . .he'd be so ashamed. . .
And then suddenly there was an explosive gasp from Randy's straining lips ... perspiration poured out on his forehead, his hair all damp with passion ... there was a sharp whooshing intake of his breath, and then his body seemed to shudder from forehead to ankles, and she could feel his overheated sperm being spat into her belly with each climactic jerk. Mingled in sighs, they abruptly relaxed into each other.
Breathing heavily, Sally stroked his hair, wondering at the strange obscene force that had threatened to overtake her. After a few moments Randy broke out of her arms and sat up to take another cigarette from a fresh pack sitting on the bureau. He sat there smoking and staring off into space for some moments, saying nothing, and Sally began wondering for the first time just what it was he was thinking of in these lengthy aftermaths when she had allowed him to make love to her.
Randy had always been such a good conversationalist. Could it be that there was anything wrong? She smoothed her belly and looked down at her honey blonde flesh, the voluptuously full breasts swelling out on either side, the nicely rounded belly, the soft muff of golden hair between her legs. No, there couldn't be anything wrong. She knew that she was attractive, even beautiful.
Then what was the subtle, unspoken thing that she felt instinctively that had risen between them in the few short weeks since they had married? She shook her head. There was something not quite right, and she was increasingly sure of it.
* * *
"Going to sewing lessons again tonight, honey?" asked Cliff as Viola self-consciously straightened and fluffed her hair in front of the hall mirror.
"Well, we're paying for it," she answered noncommittally.
He ruffled his newspaper. "That's right, I guess. Well, don't be too late."
"The girls sometimes like to have a drink afterwards."
"No harm done, so long as you behave yourselves." He looked at her, and for once Viola wondered fearfully if there was some querulousness in his tone. Ordinarily he paid no attention. She felt her heart race; could he actually suspect?
No, it couldn't be that. Feelings of guilt, that's what it was, on her part. Guilty conscience. People with something to hide always took note of the smallest sign that they might be under surveillance; usually there was nothing in it. Clifford couldn't possibly suspect anything. When she came home she would be especially loving to make up for it. But she had to go this night because dissatisfaction was drumming in her breast and loins like a fierce tattoo. Especially after meeting that handsome stud that had moved in next door, and imagining what might be going on there right now among the newlywed Parkers.
Imagination could be a dangerous thing. Now she had to find some kind of surcease anything at all that would calm her down.
She put her arms around Cliffs neck and bent down to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek, her long dark hair falling to one side. He patted her on the cheek and smiled, "Don't be late, lover. And don't have too much to drink. You know how you get when you drink."
That stung! He knew very well that they had their wildest times in bed on evenings when they had both been drinking pretty heavily.
She drew back from him, her eyebrow raised, and pretended to fumble nervously with her purse. She didn't trust herself to speak. Finally she merely took her coat from the hall closet and left without another word.
The Fools Rush Inn was a little syndicate-run cocktail lounge above a restaurant off Des Plaines River Road. Viola took the stairs with a trembling heart and hoped to death that everything was going to work out all right this evening. If she didn't get something, some sort of sex, to relax her, she felt sure she was going to go off the deep end before very long.
She was a trifle self-conscious returning to the Fools Rush Inn, as she had picked up at least a half dozen men there in the past. But the bartender was pleasant and apparently was glad to see her. He fixed her a double highball, without being asked.
Why shouldn't he be glad to see me, she thought to herself. Easy pickups draw the customers. They ought to be paying me for sitting here.
She dabbled with her drink, her long legs crossed on the stool. It was a little earlier than she usually went out, and she was obviously the first customer. She had long since gotten used to the stares she attracted she was usually the most voluptuous woman hanging loose in any bar she chose to take a drink in but tonight there were no stares, just the polite bartender wiping his glasses and setting up shop.
Finally she slipped off the stool and went to the jukebox to put in a coin.
But the jukebox at the Fools Rush Inn as it was outfit-controlled, didn't require any coins. Free music all the way. She put the change back into her purse and studied the selections.
Perry Como was always nice, and Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra. She picked out those and a few others, then returned to her stool.
A man in a business suit had taken a seat down from her. He looked down at her. "Buy you a drink?" he asked, as she was almost finished.
"All right," she said noncommittally. She looked over at him and allowed him a little smile. He was a beefy man, about forty. Not near as good-looking as Cliff, but that didn't matter so much.
He smiled back at her as their drinks arrived, and lifted his in the air. "Here's to ya," he said cheerfully.
Viola smiled. She wondered if he was going to be surprised at the reward he was going to get for his troubles. She'd soon know.
CHAPTER THREE
"Come here often?" he asked. The usual. Viola smiled back at him. "No, not so often. Yourself?"
The big man shifted stools so that he could sit next to her. "No, not so often. I'm just drivin' through. I've got my rig at a motel down the road on Mannheim."
"Your rig?"
"Yeah. I'm drivin' a trailer. You know, big diesel truck." He took a few dollars out of his pocket and threw them onto the bar for no apparent reason. Viola watched him with interest. "Just thought I'd take a night off. Christ, I been drivin' full throttle since Los Angeles. Only caught a little sleep at Oklahoma City. What about you?"
His direct question startled her. What did he expect her to say, I come into bars to pick up men and get laid because I'm nervous and dissatisfied sexually?
"Oh, I'm from around here."
"Chicago."
"Yes."
He dropped his hand casually on her knee, slipping it negligently upward onto the fullness of her soft white thigh. She froze momentarily at this unexpected contact. It had to come sooner or later, of course, but there was something vaguely puritan in her subconscious that rebelled mutely all the same, every time.
"We both know what we want, don't we, babe?" he said vaguely. His hand was half way up to her panties before she reacted, dropping her hand in her lap. Then she gradually forced his hand and her skirt downward again.
"Yes, we both know what we want," she replied coolly, "but why do we want to do it here? Is this the most private place you can think of, Mr.--? "
The truck driver laughed, a big beefy smile flattening his face. "Miles," he said, "you kin call me Miles. Because that's how far I have to travel before I sleep. Get it?" At this he laughed uproariously and fell over his drink again. Viola winced. She could have wished for a more couth personality, but perhaps it was just as well. After all, she only wanted to get it over and done with. It was a bodily function and nothing more. That was all. And the earlier they finished, the earlier she would get home from her 'sewing lessons'.
It turned out that Mr. Miles was staying at the Carnival Motel on Mannheim Road. The Carnival had been the scene of several gangland slayings, but in recent years it had changed its name so often that visitors never remembered it from one year to the next. This evening it was quiet and still in the spring moonlight, its unused swimming pool glinting flashily under the cool starry sky. Viola noticed a large diesel trailer truck with a camel insignia on its side. Miles gripped her wrist tightly as he led her towards what was going to be their love nest. She felt altogether unaccountably nervous.
"Here it is, babe," he said after he'd unlocked the door and flipped the light switch.
Well, it was comfortable, she had to say that. It had everything and in particular a good shower with plenty of hot water at all times.
"Let's go, sweetie. How 'bout a kiss?" He took her into his arms brutally and mashed her lips back over her teeth in a savage, demanding kiss that took her breath away. As much as he disgusted her, there was an aura of rampant sexuality about the brute that was making her tingle desperately up between her legs. Perhaps this night she would have an orgasm at last.
His hands came up to grip the firm, full globes of her buttocks, his fingers digging in deeply. Viola winced and began struggling as he seemed to be spreading her buttocks cheeks apart.
"My pecker's so hard it's gonna break off in a minute," he said in a hoarse, guttural tone. "You better start cooperating or I'm gonna get mad." And then he kissed her again.
But now something new in her was rebelling at his coarseness, and she struggled more than she expected to. Finally he flung her away from him onto the bed, wiping a streak of blood from his lips where she had bit him.
He was still smiling, though. "A wildcat, huh?" he grinned. "That's the way I like 'em all right." And then he started taking off his clothes. "Take a look at these while you're waiting," he said, flinging her a handful of photographs he drew out of his wallet. "Maybe they'll get you going a little bit."
Involuntarily her eyes swung to the photos he'd dropped on the bed. The top one showed a girl sucking on an enormous penis, her mouth stretched so wide Viola wondered how she kept from choking on that gigantic shaft. The girl's lips Viola estimated her age at only sixteen, judging from the size and shape of her breasts were locked on the man's penis as if she adored it and never wanted to let it go.
All shame leaving her abruptly, Viola flipped over the top photo and went to the next one. In this one the same girl was sitting on a couch with her dainty feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs and Viola could clearly see his longish, lizard-like tongue curling into the widespread lips of the girl's open vagina. She had heard about men doing this sort of thing to women, but she'd never expected that the photograph of such a depraved act would have the power to excite her. Her thigh tops were consciously sweating, and a fierce tingle was escalating wildly in the very core of her thighs.
She jumped as the big truck driver came over and put his fingers into her hair. She hadn't noticed that he was now completely naked, and it came as something of a start to find that he already had a tremendous erection and that he was trying to push it into her nervous face.
"like what you see, baby? Are you worked up enough? Come on, let's go."
"All-all right," she started to say, expecting to jump up and start taking off her clothes, but before she had finished he had gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head strongly forward, bringing her soft red lips in instant contact with his massive sex rod. Her lips closed instinctively as they were pressed against the rubbery soft head of his penis. But the moistness between her legs was increasing, and there was no denying it. She was getting turned on, but good. She pressed her seat down into the bed, trying assuage that merciless lascivious tingle.
He laughed again and released her. "Still playing coy, huh? Maybe you need to look at a few more of these." He shoved another photograph under her nose. Viola found her breathing coming hot and fast as her eyes locked on this new one. It showed a girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his enormous penis sunk all the way into her belly through the glistening hairs surrounding her cunt. The photo showed with spine-tingling accuracy the thick male member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. The man's cock was in almost to the hilt, only a brief length of it was still visible, wet and shining. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved portrait of ecstatic rapture anyone could imagine.
Viola had never before actually seen a picture of two people fornicating. It appeared so strange in a photograph almost as if they were a single animal, perhaps a crab of some sort. . . the two long tentacles of the girl's legs were wide apart in the air above them ... Viola squirmed-and pressed her thighs tightly together.
"like that, huh?" he said, running his hand gently over her head. She glanced at his penis, which had softened slightly and was drooping right next to her cheek. Her heart raced. He was nice and hairy for a man, even if he did speak rather coarsely. The familiar hunger between her legs was beginning to grow and spread upward through her quivering stomach and on to the stiffening buds of her nipples. She shuddered as his gross, rugged hand moved down into the 'Vee" of her dress and inside her brassiere, gripping one of her tremulous breasts and squeezing it gently. Her breath was coming in short, labored gasps, the fire between her legs raging wildly out of control.
Miles was shuffling the photos one after another with his free hand, describing the actions therein in the most obscene terms he could think of. His lips had descended to the level of her ear and he was whispering filthy, hot entreaties into the sensitive shell-like orifice. Using words she had not heard in years, but which she found strangely, lewdly exciting in this peculiar situation. Lust was tugging at the very core of her quivering pussy.
Suddenly all fight left her as she felt his hand leave her breast and begin to lower the zipper down the back of her dress ... all the way down to the top of her buttocks...
His hands slipped into her open dress, curling around her bared waist and rising to push the tight, confining brassiere up and away from her ripe, swollen-with-passion breasts. He cupped the resilient, blue-veined mounds greedily, trapping her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger, and squeezing until a gasp of pure pleasure broke from Viola's surrendering lips.
"You're ready, aren't you, babe?"
She nodded wordlessly, panting for breath. He laughed and she jerked as his hand left her breast to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft, delicately curved belly. The muscles in Viola's body were taut as bow strings under his maddening fondling. Then his fingers were insinuating into her black lace panties and she sighed evanescently. They moved down into her dark pubic hair, teasing her thrillingly so that she felt as if her loins were about to explode through her stomach. Then they finally shifted downward into her rapidly moistening pussy-slit. . .
"Aaahhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." She gripped his wrist as fingers played with the moist, fleshy lips of her cunt. A fingernail scraped delicately at the tiny bud of her clitoris, bringing it into quivering life. Viola jerked forward slightly as his hand curled more deeply into her yearning cunt, parting the soft lips of her vagina to snake teasing fingers in through the snug elastic opening, sending wild electric shocks of pure delight flashing through her weakened and trembling flesh.
"Over, babe!" he commanded suddenly, and all of a sudden he had slipped her over onto her stomach across the bed, pushing her dress all the way up around her waist. He dropped down onto her and the rigid enormity of his penis pressed deeply into the sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks, pulsating like an electronic beacon. She ground back against it, moaning lasciviously, as his middle finger continued to probe and thrust through the open portals of her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you from the back," the truck driver croaked. "Kneel up a little bit."
"Oh no not in my backside ... please no..."
But she groaned in surrender as he lifted her buttocks Up into the air and pulled down her panties all the way to her knees, slicing the edge of his hand knife-like against the dripping folds of her pussy and dragging them after it. Viola felt as if her muscles were made out of rubber. She rested heavily on her elbows and waited for his assault. Her buttocks waved in the air behind her and she shuddered as his hands smoothed and fondled them. A cool rush of air hit her rear and she suddenly flushed from shame. Her entire buttocks were exposed to a stranger, waving back in obscene invitation for any humiliation he cared to inflict. A final thought of her husband Cliff flickered through her raped and bleeding conscience as the trucker knelt and licked moistly down the entire length of her anal crevice, pausing briefly to flick the tip of his tongue directly into the tightly puckered ring.
"Oh my God," she moaned helplessly as the tantalizing licking invaded her loins, which were already quaking with desire. She shivered back against his maddening tongue, screwing her buttocks in tiny circles all around and around, feeling deliciously the complete tongue-torment of her exposed and vulnerable anus. She had never known a feeling like this before, so obscene and maddening all rolled up together. Men had fucked her, but no one had ever licked her anus before. She felt as if she were dying under that relentless tongue-lashing, it was so wonderful.
Then suddenly he stopped. He slithered his tongue up her moist crevice one last time, then licked over the ridges of her backbone until his progress was halted by the dress bunched up around her shoulders. Abruptly he got off the bed and shifted her roughly around so that her ass-cheeks were waving lewdly over the edge of the bed. Suddenly Viola quivered in fear as she felt the hugeness of the tightly-swollen head of his cock pressing into the split his hands were making of her buttocks.
Oh no, he's too big! a voice screamed in her head. He'll kill met
Viola's buttocks involuntarily cringed away from his rapidly approaching penis, but the rubbery tip followed her with a single intent. Her forehead pressed into the bed. There was nowhere to run, now. Her cringing flesh was trapped between the bed and the brutal penis in back of her.
His hands closed around the tops of her trembling thighs, holding them tightly, his huge fingers digging cruelly into her tender flesh.
"Reach in back put it in," he rasped.
"Oh no it'll hurt!"
"Don't be stupid," he panted. "In your cunt, not in your ass!" His fingers dug into her brutally and she groaned with pain. Instinctively she reached in back of her between her legs and closed her hand over his immense cock. It was enormous! Bigger by far than it had seemed at first glance. She'd never be able to take all of it!
"Go ahead," he croaked again, squeezing her flesh painfully and bringing a cry of agony from her panting lips. "Put it in!"
Weeping bitter tears of shame and pain, Viola placed the blunt, pulsating head against the snug-but-elastic opening of her hot moistened pussy, biting down hard on her lip to stave off greater tears. Then she could feel the smooth rubbery head slowly and teasingly parting the curling strands of the thick black pubic hair. It prodded and worked against her sensitive cuntal lips, parting them and forcing its way up inside the tender cuntal opening at the entrance to her precious passage. There was a great tearing feeling in her loins, and then his cock was worming and burrowing slowly in through the warm wet walls of her hungry vagina. Her thighs were swept apart and his long thick cock slithered through her hot throbbing passage like the trunk of a huge tree. The solid weight of his loins smashed hard against her quivering white buttocks, pushing her brutally forward onto her tear-streaked cheek.
"Oooohaarrggggggg!" she strangled through tightly clenched teeth, her vaginal channel on fire with a queer mixture of desire and pain. The lust-engorged rod of flesh penetrating her body felt like a drill burrowing deeply into her belly in search of oil. Viola struggled and tried to evade this terrible punishment, drawing herself slightly forward and slipping her vagina towards the top of Miles' fiercely punishing tool.
But it was no use trying to escape. He held her waist tightly and merely drove his penis forward with increased savagery, skewering upward right into her to the hilt, then drawing his cock out again with agonizing slowness. Viola was a helpless prisoner, impaled on his rock-hard penis like a butterfly mounted in a collection. Her lips opened and closed soundlessly as she felt the savage torment of that fiercely drubbing rod in her tender vaginal passage. Her cunt walls felt as if they were on fire. She wondered if he wasn't penetrating all the way up into her breasts with each mind-jarring bump to the top. She moaned and wept helplessly into the bedclothes.
Behind her, panting and gasping with delight, Miles began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft warmth of her oozing vagina. Now the pain eased and Viola began to feel a strange, unearthly masochistic thrill at the exciting rhythm of his fucking. Wicked sensuality suddenly coursed like fire through her lust-drugged being, and she actually moved backward onto his cock in order to grip more of it with her undulating cuntal walls. Then she began to make lascivious little circles with her buttocks in obscene coordination with the long thick penis that was fucking into her.
"My Jesus," she breathed suddenly. "I like it, I like it, go on, go on, fuck me, lover."
Miles gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long, hard, punishing strokes that made Viola gasp with joy. His cock seemed to receive its momentum from all the way down in his feet. Feelings of absolute power assaulted him as he held her hips down in total subjection and skewered his muscular organ in and out of her with relentless, unimpeachable fury. The soft, fleshy ridges deep inside of her gave way before his merciless onslaught, and he began pistoning faster and faster.
Viola groaned as he pummeled her with increasing frenzy. His fingers dug into her helpless milk-white flesh, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic power, hurting her, drawing groans of pain from her tortured throat as she struggled, helplessly impaled on his savagely dominating cock.
He gripped the quivering clear moons of her creamy smooth buttocks, stretching them wide apart. Now he could see his cock buried into the wet, glistening pink folds with its dark hairy surroundings. Her cunt clung hungrily to his rampant instrument and he suddenly stepped on his toes and plunged his shaft brutally in to the final remaining inch dragging a cry of agony out of her very entrails. He could feel the fleshy resistance in her vagina spreading before the tingling, engorged press of his cockhead. A soft, explosive gasp broke from Viola's lips as if the wind had been knocked out of her. The trucker sensed that she had never been fucked this mind-jarringly deep before, and he routed the head of his swollen organ around deep inside, enlarging the back end of her passage and feeling the undulating clasp of her vagina kissing his cock all over like warm elastic. The soft enveloping snugness brought a thrill shooting through his balls like a burst of stars in a black sky. His penis, encased by that warmly clasping sheath, throbbed with lewd delight.
Viola's eyes opened dazedly, then shut halfway again, glazed over with uncontrollable passion. She spread her thighs more widely, moving her feet apart and stretching with difficulty the flimsy black silk panties still hanging around her knees. Then she twisted her buttocks backward onto his instrument and moaned with one long, drawn-out sound that resembled nothing human. He ground forward through her twisting ass-cheeks and upward, slicing sharply into her affectionate and loving female sheath. The springy pubic triangle at the base of his cock was like a soft cushion against her quivering buttocks. She rubbed backward into it as he stuffed his throbbing hardness upwards into her, sighing endlessly all the while.
Dropping from her elbows, her enormous breasts squashed fleshly into the bed as he fucked her. She rotated her torso backward onto his cruelly pummeling penis. His cunt-dredging instrument embedded its full rigid length into her, drawing endless explosive gasps from her lust-racked throat. The spongy distended head punched the flat hardness of her cervix, probing deeply where no one ever had before. Viola forgot completely her humiliation of bending over like a slave as this stranger fucked her, venting his brutal animal lust in her flaming loins. She forgot the ripped panties dredged around her quavering kneecaps her lowered flag of surrender to lust. All she could think of or feel now was this terrible obscene joy consuming her from toenails to hair ends like a fire out of control. She had to be fucked like this, drubbed brutally, subjected to every lewd humiliation; this was all her pleasure wracked flesh would accept from him or any man. Every nerve ending in her exquisite statuesque body seemed to be singing with joy.
"Go forward," he rasped, "let's see some action on your part." The trucker's voice seemed to be incapable of producing anything more solid than a long, breathy trail of unclear words. She tried to go forward, but fell face down on the bed dragging him with her. His weight crushed her into the mattress and his penis rammed forward painfully into the solid unyielding end of her cervix. Viola cried out at the sharp sudden pain. Her legs flung wide to ease it, her toes digging fruitlessly into the mattress. She clenched her buttocks cheeks closely together, but this did not ease the pain either.
"Come up," he hissed in back of her, "it's slipping out!"
"Oh, no, I can't. You're killing me," she whimpered into the mattress.
"Hurry up, goddammit, it's coming out."
"No-I can't. The pain. Please. You're hurting me!"
There was sucking withdrawal between her legs, then a cool rush of air blasting into her tormented loins, and suddenly his weight was no longer on her. Viola moaned with temporary relief, but this was very temporary. For then the pain was replaced with another agony the agony of unquenched desire. She began gibbering mindlessly, pleading with him to put it in again, as his rough hands coursed over, removing all of her clothing. The remains of her ripped bikini panties were pulled hurriedly from off her calves. Then he rolled her over to draw her dress up over her head. She heard through her haze of desire its soft rustle as it fell to the floor. Now brutal hands ripped her brassiere away, and cool air rushed in to caress her large, firm breasts now free of their nyloned prison.
She was totally naked now except for her black patent high heeled pumps, her trembling nakedness completely at this stranger's mercy. He pushed her back on the bed with a low, guttural growl, then pulled her thighs wide apart by the knees. The mattress sagged as he crawled above her, holding his wide entrenching tool by its hairy base. Then his fingers slid in through the sex-slick hairs of her pussy, gripping her swollen cuntal lips and pressing them back. A tremor of desire like electric shock surged through her loins, making her rage with desire. And then the smooth, rubbery head of his penis came easing through her cuntal opening. Viola gasped and drew her knees up at a sharp angle so he could get more of it into her. Her whole body writhed and twisted uncontrollably and she groaned an abandoned welcome to that fiery pole of flesh as it returned to punishing her. It sank deeply into her singing cunt. Viola's countenance contorted with lust, moans of helpless ecstasy escaping her tightly-clenched teeth.
"Oh-oh-oh Jesus," she gasped as his hands forced themselves under the lusciously rounded moons of her buttocks, lifting her pelvis so that his cock could slide into her as deeply and powerfully as they both wanted it to. Viola lapsed into a string of incoherent moans and wrapped her warm, smooth legs around his hips as he plunged into her. The smooth, velvet walls of her vagina gripped his penis as it slid through, squeezing that rigid pole of muscle lovingly. She could feel every pulsating blue-veined ridge, every centimeter of flesh on his pummeling cock. Her besieged female flesh reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her loins up tightly against his until she could feel the tantalizing wrinkles of his balls pressed snugly into the wet, widely-stretched crevice below her cunt. The soft, hairy testicles rubbed teasingly against the sensitive outer ring of her tiny naked anus, sending shivers of obscene delight wafting through her fluttering nerve endings. There was nothing else in the world for her, no yesterday nor any tomorrow, nothing excepting this wonderful, belly-tearing fuck with wet flesh slapping wet flesh, loins grinding against hairy loins.
"That's it, darling, fuck it hard ... ooooooh it hurts so gooood ... fuck me!" she gasped, begging for it. Viola could feel her climax brushing tantalizingly near. Her body was no longer controllable under the onslaught of this ruthless sensation. She contorted and thrashed wildly as he threw his cock in and out of her helplessly writhing belly. She spread her legs widely, then pulled her knees up towards her shoulders until they mashed her breasts. She spurred him on like a stallion, beating a wild tattoo on his tensed buttocks cheeks with the heels of her feet.
Viola felt as if she were burning up. Her loins were on fire with a desperate need for orgasm, her body was white hot. Her ecstatic drawn face wailed from side to side, her mouth open in abandon, uttering a single, long drawn-out whine. She swung her legs up and clasped Miles' hips with the backs of her calves, her ankles locking tightly together high up his back. This action spiraled her hungry vagina up the full length of his sliding, pulsating shaft.
"That's it, baby," Miles gasped, "Make that hot little pussy climb!"
But Viola wasn't listening. She gyrated her hips and drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum now. Her belly was full of devilish butterflies dancing and fluttering their wings against the hotly throbbing walls of her vagina. Perspiration was pouring from her naked flesh in buckets.
And then the big truck driver began making it. . .
He clamped his mouth tightly on hers and then suddenly began groaning down her throat and giving short, explosive gasps as he spewed white-hot sperm deep into her hot, slippery cuntal channel. Viola could feel his milky jets, squirting into her in gushing torrents, making his penis jerk with each lust-heated spurt. But she was still moments away from her own orgasm.
"Oooohhhh, darling," she pleaded, "Wait, please wait! Wait for me!" She sobbed her frustration into his mouth, but it was hopeless. She squeezed her buttocks, clenching her vagina tightly around his rapidly deflating penis. But as it softened, its dominance of her lust-wracked flesh gradually waned. Then, with an empty groan, he rolled from between her legs to lie exhausted beside her. Viola humped and rotated her hips, squeezing her legs tightly together, but it was no use. She couldn't make it by herself.
She breathed a tremulous sigh of pure frustration and ran her fingers down into her sperm-soaked pussy hair, prying her sex lips apart. She was beside herself, urgent with desire. She spread out her legs to an obtuse angle and manipulated with small effect the hair-lined sex slit between her slick and sticky thighs. She dug her fingers into herself greedily, trying to reach the same impossible depths that Miles' cock had made it to moments before, before he'd betrayed her by cumming too soon.
Sighing, she looked at the ceiling. As her loins slowly calmed she remembered again that it always seemed to end this way with strangers, in a hopeless, unspent frustration. Was there to be no answer to her feverish, unquenched needs?
And then she started thinking about their handsome, young new neighbor again ... and his lovely buxom blonde wife...
CHAPTER FOUR
Over the next several weeks Viola saw that she found good excuses continually for going over to visit the newly wed Parkers. At first she would borrow a cup of sugar in the morning, then gradually her visits were extended via other routes. Sally didn't seem to have any objection indeed she seemed to welcome the older woman's company and advice. As neither of them went out to work during the day, they had plenty of time to coffee klatch with each other and gabble over this, that and the others. Eventually they were going shopping together arm-in-arm as well.
It did not escape Viola's notice that Randy Parker didn't seem to object to her frequent visiting with Sally. Indeed, she received the distinct impression that he found Viola an attractive and interesting addition to their household. In fact, when Sally was not paying close attention, it seemed to Viola that she could feel something more than merely community spirit in those sidelong glances she received so often from Randy. Clearly, he was sizing her up. But to what end? Was there something about the lives of these two newlyweds that was not entirely quite right? Viola received an inkling of this occasionally in the strange questions Sally would broach to her about sex between a man and wife.
"Oh, we don't plan to have children for years yet," Sally might say, and this would serve as the lead-in for certain questions about sex. Before long it was quite evident to Viola that Sally was relatively inexperienced in the fine art of keeping a man happy.
"But Randy is very tolerant," Sally would say sometimes, almost as an afterthought.
Nor did Cliff seem to have any objection to Viola becoming increasingly friendly with Sally Parker. Indeed, he seemed to welcome it. He often had a good word to say about Sally. He thought she was a good-looking girl, apparently, although somewhat young and immature.
Viola had to agree with his estimate of Sally's immaturity and naivet'. Even when their womanly discussion touched on sex, Sally showed a distinct reticence and embarrassment if sex was discussed in anything but the most general terms. It was apparent before very long that she actually viewed the bodily functions with some dismay, and that specific terminology was outside the range of her attention, thought, and consideration.
To Viola this constituted a fascinating revelation, for it explained to her a few things relative to Randy Parker's mysterious glances in her direction. Obviously it was possible that the Parkers had some sort of sexual problem. Randy seemed altogether too hip, cool and worldly. The contrast between himself and Sally could not have been more striking.
After awhile Viola thought she noticed that Cliff had perceived this, too. There was nothing she could put her finger on exactly, it was just that Cliff always seemed unusually solicitous toward Sally; he treated her like a blonde virgin princess. He held her chair for her when she sat, lit her cigarettes in the most considerate fashion, and always became the picture of a gentleman when she was around. Occasionally Viola felt a stab of jealousy with respect to all the careful, gentlemanly attention Sally received from Cliff, but after awhile she adjusted herself to it. After all, it really didn't matter how Cliff behaved at this late, burnt-out stage of their marriage. Their sex life had disintegrated to the point where they were little more than roommates.
For another thing, she was also fascinated to learn where their little game was taking them. For Viola it seemed as if the air between their houses was charged with tension. She was dying with curiosity to see where it would all lead.
By now the exchange of sociability between their two houses was almost complete. From having drinks together after dinner, they went to having dinner together. Sometimes Viola would do the cooking, sometimes Sally. Occasionally they would go out to one of the many fine restaurants around Schaumburg. It developed that both couples liked pretty much the same types of food. Cliff and Randy both favored thick, juicy steaks, while Viola and Sally could take southern fried chicken anytime. Occasionally both couples were in a mood for Italian food, and then they would go someplace that was candlelit and had soft music.
Occasionally there would be dancing in a restaurant, and now the sexual tension between the two couples seemed to be gradually increasing. Between Viola and Randy there was no longer any doubt. When Randy held Viola in his arms, both of their faces expressionless so that no one could tell what they were thinking and feeling, Viola would lewdly circulate her cuntal mound against Randy's until she could feel the bulge rising in his slacks. Then she would proceed to bear down and rub against that bulge until she could feel an echoing moisture in the slit between her legs. From time to time she would find herself breathing too heavily and hotly into his nicely-tanned ear, and then she wondered if anyone noticed that her eyelids had become heavy and half-shut. But Sally and Cliff always appeared oblivious, whether they were dancing with each other or merely holding a conversation back at the table.
Sometimes Viola would find her fingers creeping affectionately over the back of Randy's neck. She knew that her hot, breathy sighs were echoing in his ear because with each one his penis seemed to jerk within the humid hug of her loins. By then her pussy would be flowing copiously and it would be all she could do to keep her moans from flowing as well. She considered it only a miracle that Sally and Cliff never seemed to notice, Sally because she was too naive, Cliff because he took her for granted.
But the tension was becoming unbearable for Viola. She would have done it on a flagpole with Randy had he but asked her. What was the trouble? Why didn't he approach her, or even sneak a quick feel which was the sort of thing she had gotten used to from men other than Cliff? In a way it seemed almost as if he respected her too much he seemed to respect her as much as Cliff did, in fact.
And because he respected her or seemed to
she felt as if she were glowing all the more for him. Viola felt as if she were screwing herself up
her loins, her psyche, everything towards an agony of sensuality that was coiled like a steel spring, awaiting only the terrible urgency of release.
When would this release come? She had no idea. She knew only that it would have to come soon, because she was going to sleep every night in a molten heat of sensuality squirming her legs and dreaming of Randy Parker.
But they never seemed to have any real moments alone together. They always went out as couples, and there were never any real chances for them to explore further this sexual tension that was so rapidly escalating between them.
It was several months before Viola was finally to have her chance to learn just what it was Randy's intentions were...
They had had dinner at the Blue Angel near the O'Hare Inn and danced a little bit; then they had gone to see the hula dancers at the Hoe Sai Gai on Touhy Avenue. Viola could see that Sally was not quite prepared to accept the Hawaiian hula as being an even halfway civilized dance. Her disapproval, firm and tight-lipped, of how the Hawaiian girls swung their long black hair around and gyrated their voluptuous fleshy young brown bodies was quite transparent. Viola glanced at Randy during the performance; he didn't appear to notice Sally's displeasure. Indeed, instead it was Cliff who seemed to notice Sally's undercurrent of dismay. Before long he was clearing his throat noisily and asking if "Uh, maybe-Viola, do you think it was time we were going?"
Sally seconded the motion, Randy and Viola had no objection, and before long they found themselves driving on the way home, with Sally keeping a sullen silence in the back seat next to Randy.
"Anyone for a nightcap?" Cliff finally suggested amiably enough.
"Suits me," said Randy, not looking at Viola.
Viola smiled to herself. She had a feeling that it was in the cards for something to happen very soon. Sally seemed just slightly put out with her handsome husband this night. There was no telling when the catalyst would come or what precisely it would be, but she did have the feeling that they were heading for a crisis of some sort between the four of them.
Sally went to the little girl's room to "freshen up" while Cliff made drinks for the four of them. Randy and Viola sat down on the long couch carefully at opposite ends, far apart from each other. Viola noticed that the sun had turned the dark black hairs on the backs of Randy's hands a russet brown, giving them a sort of reddish tint. Randy worked outdoors, of course. She wondered if he was a nut brown all over. Cliff was white and flaccid as vanilla pudding; but then, he worked in an office. On the other hand, it was the height of summer. But Cliff looked like a beached white whale with his clothes off. He was getting more and more disgusting.
Both Cliff and Randy were drinking beer. Viola had a highball with a cherry in it, so that it looked like a Manhattan. Sally usually had liqueur like anisette on the rocks, and Cliff always remembered to make it for her.
"Well, that was some show at the Hoe Sai Gai," Viola ventured as Sally returned to the little group and picked up her drink at the bar. She was trying specifically to stir things up.
It wasn't hard to do. Sally picked up her remark immediately, and ran hard with it.
"I'll say," she said, taking a sip of her anisette, "most disgraceful performance I've ever seen in my life. I'm surprised to see they allow that sort of thing within the city limits."
"Aw, it wasn't so bad, honey," said Randy, trying to placate her.
Viola only chuckled. "That depends on your standards. Seemed like harmless good fun to me.
Sally made a sour face and Cliff spoke sharply: "I think Sally has a point. That sort of thing is just a little too ribald for me, I think, or for the community in which we live."
"Then we didn't have to go watch it, or stay once we were there," said Viola.
"That's beside the point," Cliff said almost crossly.
"No, it's exactly the point," countered Viola, "in a free society nobody forces adults to watch suggestive dances. That's a choice you have to make of your own accord."
Randy laughed, looking at her with a highly amused grin on his boyish face. "Well, I hope we're not going to discuss politics all night! How 'bout a refill, Cliff?"
Viola smiled sheepishly, her pretty face burning. Randy had called her out for being unfeminine. If there was any impression she wanted to avoid, that was it.
"Well," she stammered, backing up her tone into something a trifle sweeter, "I didn't really mean-"
"Well, I don't know anything about politics," said Sally, her breast heaving, "but I know it was disgusting all the same. May I have another too, Cliff?" She passed her empty glass to Randy, who passed it on. It escaped no one's notice that Sally had finished her drink unusually fast for her. Ordinarily she merely sipped. Viola wondered if she detected an undercurrent of emotion in the young buxom blonde that was out of the usual. But to be taking two full anisettes like that, one right after the other. . .
Before long the conversation had settled down into less controversial topics, without any further embarrassments. Randy complained about the high cost of building. Bricks and labor costs were rising all the time, and then people took umbrage that their houses would have to cost more. The builder got caught in the middle. Consequently a great many houses had to take cheaper materials, or there would be no profit margin. And so on. It seemed to Viola that Randy was fascinating so young and handsome, so clever, and yet so masculine too. By contrast, Cliff seemed somewhat duller and with less go about him. His field was marketing for the Mormon Oats Corporation, and after all what could one say about that? It was just a dull multi-million dollar corporation, and a nothing job. All the crucial decisions and crises were handled by people far above Cliff. Despite their great plans and hopes his father, after all, had been a senior executive, a vice-president Cliff just hadn't risen very far in terms of either title or responsibility.
So there was no question about who shone in their conversations. Randy Parker was an exciting, vibrant young man. When would they get a moment together alone?
And then Viola saw her chance.
"Which way is the bathroom?" asked Sally, finishing her third full anisette. "I think I'm going to be sick."
CHAPTER FIVE
Apparently Sally was so stung with liquor that she couldn't even make it to the bathroom by herself. "I'll help you, dear," said Viola, getting up and taking her arm. The two women stumbled off toward the bathroom.
Randy shrugged when he and Cliff were alone. "Sally never could hold her liquor," he said, standing up. "Ah, hell, I think I'll take a walk on the terrace."
"I'll put on some music," said Cliff, going over to the stereo. "Maybe the girls will get it together before very long."
In the bathroom, Viola held Sally's shoulders and stroked her shining blonde hair as she threw up. She mouthed imprecations like, "There, there, dear, just get it out of your system. That's the best way."
"I'll be all right," coughed Sally. "I'm all right now. Just go back in with the others. I'll be in, in a minute."
Viola nodded, stroked her hair one last time, and left. She smiled to herself. Drink was Sally's weakness. That should have occurred to her sooner.
She took the long way back to the living room and peered in on Cliff putting some stereo records on what he called his "jukebox".
But Randy was nowhere around. Could he have gone to the upstairs bathroom? She peered into the kitchen. He wasn't there.
And then she saw him. Standing out there on the patio. Alone.
There didn't seem any reason for words between them. Randy threw away his cigarette and swept her up into his arms almost the second she appeared on the patio. She kissed him back breathlessly, her throat husky with sighs. Her mouth opened as his mashed down on hers, his tongue stuffing itself up through her open, passion-drenched lips and licking the sides of her mouth. He clutched her tall, voluptuous body against his hard maleness, and Viola replied by clutching his head so that she could kiss him better, and grinding her cunt and everything else against him so that he could be in no doubt as to what she had.
His hand came up and grabbed one well-rounded cheek of her buttocks. A shiver of delight blasted through Viola's rapidly moistening slit and all the way up into her loins like molten lava. His fingers squirmed deeply into that nether crevice, rubbing her nylon panties material against her sensitive twitching anus. Viola thought she was going to swoon. She thrust her tongue wildly all over his mouth, pausing just long enough to murmur: "Where can we meet, darling?" her hot, lascivious breath all over his face like an open blast furnace.
"Right here," he panted, lifting up her dress and running his hands right up the center of her quivering legs. His molten hot knob had come up between her legs. She moaned as his fingers sliced into her passion-drenched panties, pulling aside the slippery elastic leg band and plunging his fingers right into her oozing wet pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Cliff," she breathed, in her passion using the wrong name. She squirmed her copiously flowing cunt down onto his raping hand. "We mustn't not here..."
He was partly pushing, partly carrying her, to the terrace wall. Viola marveled at the strength in his fine young arms. She was scarcely capable of resistance now, she was so worked up. She would have lain back on the stone patio with her legs spread, had he insisted, with no thought of her husband at all.
He lifted her with seeming effortlessness onto the stone wall, forcing her legs apart and getting to his knees.
"Randy darling," she stammered, "what-what are you doing now, down there, darling ... oh..."
Randy pushed her dress all the way up her quivering thighs and dug with both hands through the seeping sides of her panties, working his fingers into the curling black hairs, then gradually upward towards the boiling, expectant folds of her cunt, where the flood had become a torrent of steaming lust. She gasped and curled her fingers into his gorgeous curly hair. This was moving altogether more swiftly than Viola had expected. What if someone should come out here and find them...
But her desires were in such a frantic state that she was happy to tell herself that surely she would hear anyone coming and have plenty of time to rearrange the situation. This rationalization allowed her to give way completely.
"God, you're beautiful, Viola," she heard the handsome young Randy exult below her, drawing her panties down and breathing hoarsely. Her legs felt all trembling and unreliable. After all these weeks of desperate, intoxicating expectancy, she didn't know what to do or say; she was almost totally at a loss.
It was such a warm evening that she hadn't worn any stockings, so he was able to pull her nylon panties effortlessly down around her ankles, to where they dangled foolishly. Finally he ripped them off with a flourish and Viola could feel all the butterflies fluttering wildly in her belly. The night air was zephyr cool and all the houses around them were dark. She was completely at a loss as Randy pressed her legs up at a wide angle on the low stone wall and worked his face between her shivering thighs, licking and teasing at them as he went. She could feel that handsome sun tanned face like a warm towel between her legs, his hot breath seemingly everywhere. His tongue was at the top of her thighs, licking mercilessly. His nose had teased her pubic hair, and she could feel his breath hot on her exposed and vulnerable pussy. It was all getting to be too much. She felt as if she were going to faint. It was obscene for his face to be so close to her open and helplessly throbbing cunt, yet at the same time it was ravishingly exciting. She knew that she shouldn't let him go any further, yet at the same time...
"I adore you, Viola."
She gasped. The romantic import of his words were like teeth nipping at the dense moist triangle of her naked vagina. She ran her fingers into his hair again and sighed. His hands were underneath her thighs now, positioning her so that she would be most conveniently placed for his continuing assault. Her cunt twinged and jerked in reaction as his nose stroked the outermost lips of her pussy, and then he was moving forward, forward without hesitation...
Viola inhaled sharply as his mouth found its target and began demonstrating its utmost devotion to her magnificent body. She squirmed slightly and he clenched her buttocks more tightly, still arranging her. Then there was one quick rush of his thick moist tongue, and she felt as if the warm fleshy folds of her sex were being forced open with a hot iron bar.
"Oh, Randy," she groaned, shutting her eyes before this furious onslaught that allowed her no room to negotiate for what was obscene and what was not. Her breathing was harsh and labored. His tongue in her soft wet channel just put her out of her mind with desire. There was no stopping now, even had she wanted to. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around the long smooth length of his tongue that was lapping so deeply around up inside her aching flesh. Small quick gasps were followed by tiny mewling grunts as he began curling and flicking his moist wet tongue in the folds of her cunt. He pushed his lips in closer and began to lap like a man possessed. Viola lost all connection as to who or what she was. She knew only that her organs were throbbing and on fire. In a way she felt as if she were dying under the furious lashing of that wild, handsome young tongue.
And then he located her bobbing, sensitive clitoris, which was still the clitoris of a young girl of sixteen. With a single dramatic flick of his educated tongue, developed over so many high school girls at Evanston Township High, he drove Viola right over the line into seventh heaven. There was a burst of orange light and she felt as if an electric cattle prod was bursting in the folds of her cunt. The total effect was blinding. He took the tender pleasure bud in his teeth and nipped and pulled gently, then he lapped her all the more wildly, sucking, licking, nipping as his passion moved him. He wasn't just working her up, but really loved licking her between her thighs. Consequently the total effect on Viola's love-starved nerves was fantastic. Her cries were one long continuous moan now as his mouth sluiced, bit and gnawed at the raw wet wound of her aching sex.
By now her cuntal folds seemed to cover his face like a mask, a jellyfish flung against his eager nose and mouth. All he could breathe was her. She writhed and churned her desire-filled loins above him, moaning all out of control.
"O h o h oh-ooohhhhhhaaaahlihhh," she chanted, delirious from the wonderful obscene drawing of her loins into his hungrily working mouth. He could feel the muscles of her thighs hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamable animal desire. Her vagina flowered open another tiny bit with every wild, swiping lick, her moisture a veritable flood, running in warm trickles down the sides of Randy's cheeks. By now there was no holding back or disguising it she was hurtling forward into an absolutely nerve-destroying orgasm that seemed to have no beginning nor any ending.
He could sense very well that she was ready to cum, sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body. He licked and sucked with wilder urgency as her moans, groaning, whines and whimpering broke like waves over his glistening young curly head. He would have liked to ram his cock into those hot, squirming confines and feel her cunt throbbing all around it, but he wanted to make her cum this way, too. There was lots of time for all the rest of the things they would have in mind and find to do. Some day soon now he would fuck her shitless and explode into her white, curvaceous little belly with himself in rhythm to her urgent cries of fulfillment. His cock fairly ached with the anticipation of it.
But for now Viola cried out and her legs worked around his head as if she were pedaling a bicycle. Then everything in her seemed to explode at once right out through her hair ends and toenails. She clutched his hair tightly, every muscle in her body straining, aching for completion, and then it was there!
There!
A million blinding suns as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her flaming flesh as wave after wave of cum splashed through the walls of her vagina and down into his mouth as he continued to tongue and lick her right to the very end.
Randy felt as if he were drowning in her orgasmic love-juice. He had never before sucked a girl to such a splendid, spectacular, en trail-tearing completion. Viola seemed to tight him off, then groaned unintelligibly, then finally subsided into an endless moan of ecstasy. He drank the juice of her loins and allowed it to cover his face like honey, his cock throbbing with delirium and desire, his balls aching to plunge his heavily throbbing hardness deep into her quivering pussy and fuck her until she cried out for mercy.
And then suddenly there was a harsh white light streaming out onto the terrace.
* * *
Randy was the first to look up. Viola was going through the final wave of her climax and was a gibbering idiot, dead to the world. So it was Randy who saw Sally's curvaceous blonde figure standing there in the doorway.
Frantic, irrational excuses ran like lightning through his bewildered head. He could say that he had dropped something and was looking for it. Viola just happened to be sitting on the wall. She had lifted up her dress in order that he could search better.
But how could he explain that wild, mindless orgasm she was passing through? An attack of hay fever?
"This isn't what it looks like, dearest," he found himself saying, getting up and moving toward her. Sally still hadn't spoken. As he neared her he saw that her hand was covering her mouth. The rest of her beautiful face was frozen solid.
Suddenly, uttering a little cry like that of a whimpering baby, she ran from the doorway. Randy watched her go with a helpless feeling in his chest as if an apple had lodged in his larynx. Whatever happened, he knew that after tonight their lives would never be the same again. His shoulders slumped and he looked back at Viola.
Breathing heavily, she had dislodged herself from the patio wall and was smoothing her dress. She looked at him across the night with cat-like eyes.
"Nothing is going to be the same after tonight, darling," she said as if she were reading his mind, and she took his hand. Her other hand came up around the back of his neck to draw his face down to hers for an ardent, open-mouthed kiss. She rubbed up against him and brought one hand down to grip the erection in his crotch. It was every bit as big and hard as she expected, and it took her breath away. Nothing would be the same again after tonight. Indeed.
Cliff didn't know what to say when Sally suddenly came rushing into the living room, weeping her fool head off. He finally managed lamely, taking her hand as she sat sobbing on the couch, "What's the matter, Sally?"
But she only shook her head and continued weeping copiously. She said something in a harsh, un-Sally-like croak, but he could scarcely make out what it was. Finally he just sat there holding her hand, waiting for her to stop. But where were Randy and Viola? Surely this was more their job than his.
It seemed like an age before Sally was anywhere near calming down. He had never seen a woman cry so much in his life. Tears welled from her eyes like water over Niagara. Meanwhile he put his arm around her shoulders and took her hand in his. This was nothing at all like any experience he had ever had before in his life. Viola was not a crier, nor had any of the girls before her been. He was not a man much used to comforting women. His mother and sisters had all been strong, stalwart types not fazed much by anything. The only time he had ever seen his mother shed a tear had been at his father's bier, and then it had only been just that, a tear.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Sally said abruptly. "Will you come with me?" she asked, holding his hand tightly. "Don't let me go alone."
The old, familiar excitement pulsated through him when her grip tightened on his hand. He hadn't for a long time wanted to admit it to himself, but he was half afraid that he was falling in love with this gorgeous young blonde girl half child, half woman. For a long time now he had suspected as much. He never wanted to stop gazing at that beautiful tanned face of hers, the small upturned nose, the rich, full, pouty young lips with their sexy lower jut, her deep blue eyes with those fluttery, long dark brown lashes, the bright gold hair swept back at the front into lovely waves over the top of her head, then out again into a long shining pony tail. He adored her tiny, shell-like and kissable ears, her face, everything about the way she looked and spoke and walked. To say nothing of the primeval elegant magnificence of her buxom and well-hipped body, with its almost non-existent wasp-like waist. She was not tall on the heroic scale, like Viola, but rather she was cuddly and wildly sexual in all her appearance and movement, like a big blonde furry teddy-but with tits and thighs that could drive a man mad. Nor was she stubby by any means but rather she was perfectly proportioned in all respects, with long legs and well formed calves, knees and thighs. Everything about her was shapely beyond compare. She was a hairless, honey-tanned wonder, and Cliff would have given anything to possess her.
He wondered occasionally if Viola had any clue as to how his tensions were rising. Sally was just too eminently desirable for any man to have ignored her for very long. Cliff found himself dreaming about her at night and conjuring in his head what it might be like to be kissing her mouth and squeezing her breasts as his body rode up between her hips. But the very thought was so exquisite that his imagination had prompted the first ecstatic wet dream he'd had since he was a teenager. Now he had had several spontaneous cums at night thinking about Sally, and he had been dreadfully afraid that Viola would notice. How could one explain a thing like that in a man his age?
But Viola didn't appear to notice, thank goodness. She was blissfully ignorant. Occasionally he thought to assuage his burning desire for this young blonde in Viola, but had finally given up considering that. It would spoil his admiration of Sally somehow, or so he thought. And furthermore, it might make Viola suspicious. He had been impotent for so long, that it might look strange if he suddenly were to become a ball of fire. No, it was best to leave sleeping dogs lie, even if they were the dogs of sex. Why stir up unnecessarily something which had lain in such quietude for so long? Particularly if it might have to return to that quiet state soon again? Why build false hopes?
"Sure. I'll go to the bathroom with you, Sally. Hold onto my arm."
She took his arm and he could feel the full, firm ripeness of her hot young breast bumping against him as they stumbled to the bathroom, where she threw up again all over the toilet while he averted his face.
She stumbled out while he cleaned up after her. Then he took her arm and led her upstairs to the bedroom, saying, "Maybe you'd better he down a little bit. You don't look so good."
Sally nodded lifelessly as he led her to the bed. He helped her lay down on it and then slid off her shoes, rubbing her feet gently as he did so.
"That's so good, Cliff," she murmured with a sigh, touching his face. "Thanks so much."
Her touch was like a high voltage wire. It galvanized his juices. Immediately his penis began jerking in the direction of complete rigidity. His face flushed beet red, and he almost didn't trust himself to speak. His heart was beating like an African tom-tom in his chest.
"Is there anything I can get you?" he asked brokenly.
"I think I'd better have another little drink to calm my nerves," she answered surprisingly.
He didn't think it was wise for her to have any more alcohol, but he was in no position to argue. The mere touch of her hand put him in such a state that he would have gladly ridden into the jaws of death for her now. So he merely gulped and nodded, and went downstairs to fix her a mild highball.
CHAPTER SIX
After Sally had left the patio, Viola continued to stroke Randy and calm him down.
"The worst thing you could do right now is to run after her," she cautioned. "The damage has been done and can't be repaired. But if you rush her, we're going to lose a good chance to manage this thing in a reasonable way, darling. Let's wait to see how Cliff handles her. Don't you think that's best?"
"But Sally's still my wife. I must do something."
"Well, let's just follow her then, and see what happens."
So they had followed after her into the living room, where they had peered in secretively and watched her encounter with Cliff. All the while Viola had continued to stroke Randy's genitals and run her hands over his magnificent young body. She was so hot to go it was ridiculous. Even with that initial shattering climax just minutes old, she felt as if her loins would burst forth with another one on the smallest provocation.
They had also listened in as Cliff helped Sally to the bathroom, and then as he led her upstairs to the bedroom. Randy had gone sour at this, whispering to Viola: "She's pretty naive. He'd better not try anything Sally will bite his head off."
And Viola had laughed, running her hand inside his trousers and then inside his drawers to the hairy-based thick sex meat. She was delighted to find it even nicer than she had expected, and immediately her vagina increased the level of its secretion.
Shushing Randy, she led him into the second bedroom and parted the connecting door between the two bedrooms so that they could hear everything that was going on next door. Then they proceeded to undress each other. In another moment she had relaxed him back down onto the bed, both of them totally naked. Randy was still in a doubtful mood, but Viola shushed him and stroked his genitals and kissed him warmly on the lips. She was thrilled to find his naked flesh even more magnificent than she had expected. Randy was honey-tanned all over, with very smooth flesh set elegantly over firm young muscles everywhere. The only lighter-colored area was made by the outline of his swimming briefs, and even there he was more olive in cast than she had expected. She thrilled to running her hands all over his beautiful body as he fondled the huge overhang of her tits and ran his fingers down into the soft warm nest of squirming sensuality between her legs.
Viola's over-eager cunt hadn't stopped seeping for a moment, and now she made a soft animal sound as his fingers probed into the hot, throbbing well of her sex. She gripped his nicely-shaped cock and ran the foreskin up and down as they explored each other's mouths. She wanted his hot shaft inside of her more than anything she could think of. She had already had one shattering, fantastic climax from his mouth. She felt sure now that his penis was going to break her lengthy string of sexual failures. It would be so wonderful to feel his hot semen squirting up into her as she was flying off into her own orgasm as well.
They heard through their haze of sex and lust Clifford returning to the adjoining bedroom with Sally's drink, but this didn't register very much. They continued pursuing their passion. Viola gripped Randy's cock and masturbated him gently, while his fingers sluiced in and out of her hot wet pussy, making her ready for his organ. They were both so hot that foreplay was going to be at a minimum, although Randy did for a moment take one of her high, two-inch distended nipples into his mouth and draw on her shapely udder as if he were a calf at a cow. This exquisite pressure on her hyper-sensitive breast tissue made Viola squirm maddeningly, and she tried to pull his cock right out of its hairy base in order to implant it in her throbbing body.
* * *
In the next room Cliff had returned surprised to find that Sally had removed her sweater. Her huge, shapely breasts quivered in maddening unrest every time she made the slightest move. The brassiere her breasts were encased in was just ridiculously flimsy against the magnificent swell of her proportions. The deeper color of her areoles shone through. Cliff couldn't remember when he had seen such a beautiful physique on any woman. She was like a work of art, or one of those sexy cartoons of wasp-waisted, immensely over-busted blondes. Sally was almost inhumanly sexy and desirable, if such a thing were possible, a caricature of everything female at its sexiest.
For herself, she was not trying to be sexy. Sally had merely found herself very warm and uncomfortable. A fierce strangling sensation had taken hold of her.. So she had removed her sweater almost from instinct. Now she sat up in the bed, the firm mounds of her breasts jiggling as Cliff approached her. She was totally unaware of the effect she was having on him. The enormous erection that bulged the front of his trousers was entirely unnoticed.
"Thanks, Cliff," she murmured warmly, stroking his hand as he passed her the drink. Her shining golden hair had come undone in several places and fanned out warmly over her back. She took the drink and let the cooling liquid trickle downward. Her voluptuous body moved sensuously before his devouring eyes.
Now that she had regurgitated some of the anisette, the highball went down more smoothly. Sally couldn't remember when she had drunk so much before. Ordinarily she just sipped, and a single drink could last her an entire night.
But she needed something extra this night to blot out the horrible scene she had witnessed on the terrace, with Randy's face buried deep between Viola's thrashing legs, and the older woman moaning and sighing and stifling long, drawn-out groans that were punctuated by tiny little gasps. Whatever it was he was doing, she knew that it had to be obscene. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. Her upbringing had been rather circumscribed, but she had gone to school and at school one invariably heard things, even from other girls. No, especially from other girls.
Not that she had ever taken filthy talk seriously. Rather she had dismissed it as merely an aberration that probably had no place in actual fact. The inventions of young people's vivid minds.
But Randy had had his face between Viola's legs. His face, of all things! This meant that some of the ghastly things she had heard were quite possibly true.
But she was disgusted. Whether or not people did such things, Randy was still her husband, and he had no right to extend the circle of his affections. Yet at the same time didn't she feel a genuine affection for Viola? Was this partly the reason she could not get genuinely mad?
Not that she wasn't in grief. He had sworn to cherish her or whatever. She couldn't imagine anything capable of mortifying her more. When she had seen Randy in that horrible position, with Viola her trusted and dear friend-moaning above him, her whole world had crashed about her ears.
"That was good, Cliff," she whispered as she finished her drink, putting it down and stroking his hand. She didn't notice how his flesh shivered when she touched him. "Just what I needed. I'm feeling so warm." She shut her eyes and rested back.
Cliff looked around nervously. What on earth had become of Viola and Randy? He half suspected that they were not up to any good. Viola had always been a vibrant woman of lusty passions, and since he had entered into "difficulty" and self-consciousness with respect to the sexual act, he was not totally sure that she had abstained as he had. As much as it hurt him, he had to admit that there was no earthly reason for a woman to accept her husband's illness in that regard as if it were her own. One expected one's wife to be faithful so long as her husband was viably a man. But what could one reasonably expect if he wasn't, if he was such a despicable failure as himself? It was humiliating to consider that right was on her side, if she was straying. But maybe she wasn't. Maybe she and Randy had merely taken a walk around the block.
As for Randy, he was just a man, and he knew men. If the truth were known, there were very few of any of them that wouldn't like to have a chance at another man's wife if they could take their prize without injuring their social standing or marital condition. Divorce, after all, soaked the man good and proper. But in any case just because a man could appreciate fornicating with another woman did not mean he valued his wife any the less. In actual fact few men who contemplated straying actually wanted to give up their wives and families as well.
A soft sigh escaped Sally's parted, sultry red lips. She was starting to feel warmish again. So much alcohol had made her feel all funny and loose-limbed. She looked up at Cliff through a scarlet haze that was half booze and half dismay. The instinct seized her to divest herself of as much of her clothing as possible.
"Cliff," she murmured huskily through her boozy lips, touching his arm with her rapier-like carmine fingernails, "could you take off my skirt and stockings? I'm feeling I'm feeling all funny. I think I'm going to be sick again."
She hoped that she wouldn't be, but there wasn't much she could do to help it at this stage. She just felt all dreamy, part despondent, part hallucinatory. Her body felt as if it were being boiled over a slow fire. The general feeling of claustrophobia was positively enervating.
She felt his trembling hands pushing up her skirt and tossing her sideways. Then there was the rasp of the zipper on her skirt, and she felt his hands tugging at it, pulling it down over her quivering legs. There was an audible sigh from Cliff and his breathing sounded labored as the full glory of her well-turned nyloned legs came into view. The soft tan on her lovely legs went all the way up to the crotch band of her panties, where he could detect a single curling blonde pubic hair peeping out through the side of the elastic. His heart pounded in his chest and there was a wild waterfall rushing in his ears.
It was just instinct that led her to run her fingers down onto his arm as he worked at her stocking tabs. It occurred to Sally that Cliff was wonderfully hairy. Her Uncle Matt had been hairy, and she had always associated hairiness with masculinity. That is, she had until she had met Randy. His even good looks had quite swept her off her feet, and his general hairlessness had provided him with an appealing clean-cut look she had appreciated at once.
Her father had been a hairy man, too, with great matted black hair all over his muscular body. In some ways Cliff even reminded of her of her dead father. Although her father had been a brute and Cliff was a wonderfully gentle and considerate individual. No comparison at all with her dad, who had been constantly in and out of trouble, involved in barroom brawls and fistfights with policeman, right up to the day of his death.
No, Cliff was gentle, even if the surface similarity was there. If she hadn't met and married Randy, she could have loved someone like Clifford Mathis so mature, worldly, handsome. In a way he was a sort of father-image for her, although he was not really that old.
All these thoughts rambled through her drink-addled brain in no orderly fashion, but rather disjointed and without beginning, ending or middle. In the meantime she could feel Cliffs hands on her soft honey-tanned thighs. She could feel a soft murmur growing between her legs, but had no cogent idea what it was all about.
His fingers trembled and stumbled as they undid her stocking tabs, then they were inserted in her nylons and she could feel them being gently, if nervously, removed. She suddenly noticed the harshness of his breath and wondered if he had taken ill.
His hands smoothed down her shapely legs. "Thank you, Cliff," she murmured irrelevantly through her smoky mental haze.
"You-you're beautiful," she heard his choky voice gasp brokenly.
'Thank you, dear," she whispered mindlessly. She stroked his face and suddenly a picture of Viola with Randy rose into her mind. She considered what they had looked like, and how Viola had moaned. What had he been doing that made her moan like that? Surely ... her mind broke off. She couldn't quite grasp everything. And then Cliffs hands were on her body again.
"You're beautiful," came his adoring voice again, heavy with emotion. She .thought that was a sweet compliment. She closed her eyes.
Then suddenly there was something else, totally unexpected Cliffs urgent hands lifting her up in order to break the clasps on her brassiere.
For a moment she was thunderstruck but then she realized that he was probably undressing her only because she was so dreadfully dozey from all that liquor. She knew Cliff better than to think he was the sort of man who would take advantage. Cliff was a gentleman. He was probably going to throw a blanket over her and then leave so that she could doze without disturbance.
And then suddenly the brassiere was being taken off he had lifted her by the neck with one hand, then reached the other in through her long, shining blonde hair to unclasp her brassiere. He let her down as the flimsy garment came off, and then suddenly she felt his hands on the huge, firmly-set mounds of her hot young breasts...
"Cliff-no! What-what are you doing?"
She tried to rise up on her elbows, but an enervating voltage seemed to travel through her weakened flesh as his hands squeezed her enormous breasts. She liked having them squeezed like that. His hands were curiously rough, and for some reason not as respectful as Randy's usually were. There was an involuntary sigh breaking from her lips as he pulled them up and out, manipulated them and squeezed them. He pinched her nipples and she cried out. Opening one eye weakly, she saw that her nipples had hardened and were standing out like dark little toy soldiers above the milk-white mounds of her immense breasts.
"Cliff ... you ... you shouldn't ... "
Suddenly her loins sent down a wave of heated fluid and her legs seemed to dissolve. His head had bent and he was chewing soundlessly on her nipples, going from one to the other with lust-crazed abandon. Sally groaned and she heard him murmur below:
"Oh, I adore you ... oh God, Sally ... I adore you..."
He adored her! Her drugged mind struggled to register that fact, but now there were too many other sensations attacking her emotionally disturbed and slowly awakening flesh. Her legs opened weakly and she shook her head, trying to dispel some of her liquorish grogginess. But it was no use. The passionate titillation that began in her nipples was spreading all through the creamy mounds of her breasts, high up into her throat, and seemingly down into her loins as well ...
She began moving her legs back and forth, assaulted by a terrible, and for her obscene, desire. All of her inhibitions seemed to have disintegrated like neutrons under an atom smasher, and were drifting away like wisps. She pushed her fingers into his dark hair as he continued his devotions on her ripe young flesh.
"You're beautiful, Sally," she heard him say below as he laved her vulnerable and quivering flesh. "Oh God, you're the most beautiful thing in the world..."
His ardent adoration of her superb body weakened whatever remaining resolve the naive young wife might have retained for fighting the hideous thing that was happening between them. She could feel his fingers hooking into the top of her panties, but she was too weak to resist. She could feel her lower belly opening like a flower under his healing ministrations, being gradually exposed to the light until finally the top of her blonde pubic hair was open to the cooling air of the room. His urgent fingers then worked even more furiously, and she could hear his ardent gasps of desire. Opening her eye slightly, she looked down and thought she could detect the bulge of an erection in his pants. Sally gave a little sigh and closed her eyes again, resting her fingers on her nicely curved young stomach. Somehow she felt wonderfully at peace and relaxed.
Her panties came all the way down then and she lifted her buttocks ever so slightly, from instinct, in order that he could slip them off more easily. Where were they thrown? She had no idea. But there was a wonderful cooling effect on her legs and steaming pussy-flesh as her thighs fell mindlessly open. She knew that he could see the moist pink oval slit between her legs, but somehow she no longer cared.
Cliffs hands gently caressed her gorgeous legs. She was like a white goddess to him, the most supreme example of femininity and sensuality he had ever seen. He told her all this through the wonderful touch of his hands on her bare legs. And then suddenly his mouth seemed to be all over her legs, licking, gnawing, sucking, at her lovely tanned youthfulness. She moaned in delirium and tried to touch his head. She seemed to be undergoing the fiercest sort of agony in the vicinity of her loins, which were now flaming out of control.
His hands grasped her knees and pushed them frantically apart so that her voluptuously flowing cunt was revealed more clearly to him. He could see the rich oval mouth up between her legs, and his cock was pulsating with fury to get at it. In her present weakened state, she could not fight him off. In any case, he was beyond turning back. He worshipped her; she was too gorgeous for any man with red blood in his veins to turn back at this point. But because he worshipped her, he felt compelled to show his total subservience to the supreme power of her beauty, to demonstrate the ultimate devotion to Sally's pulsating blonde flesh ... and that meant. . .
She felt his hands slipping under the silky smooth ovals of her rear, and then he was pushing her up slightly. Then, before she realized swiftly enough what was happening, there was the touch of something like a finger at the moist open lips of her cunt. . . Yet it was not exactly like a finger, not exactly...
Sally froze as she realized what it was that must be tickling her tenderly exposed cuntal lips. No! He couldn't!
Opening her eyes and rising weakly to her elbows, she saw that it was all too horribly true. Alcohol and grief had led her into this ultimate degradation for now Cliff Mathis was licking devotedly at the hot wet opening of her pussy.
"Cliff. . . no ... you mustn't," she tried to protest, but suddenly a blinding wave of pleasure flashed through her cunt and she fell back with a hoarse gasp. Cliffs tongue had passed through her trembling wet aperture and was lapping at the sides of her inner vaginal walls. He had stopped muttering his devotions, but his mouth still spoke volumes. He took the wet folds of her cunt deeply into his mouth and alternately sucked and chewed on her sensitively throbbing clitoris which jumped and bobbed erect under his ardent ministrations.
Now it was Sally who was moaning and muttering, her beautiful blonde head thrown back as his nose and mouth rubbed in through the fleecy pubic hair. "No ... oh God ... oh Cliff ... oh my God ... I can't stand it ... oh God..."
She felt as if she were dying. No one had ever submitted Sally to this ardent humiliation before. She couldn't believe that she'd be able to stand it for a single second longer. Wave upon wave of the purest ecstasy blasted up through her cunt and her loins, which seemed to be totally at the mercy of Cliffs ardent, soul-destroying mouth...
By now it seemed as if millions of butterflies were fluttering against the walls of her belly. She put her heels into his back and dug in. Oh God ... oh God ... this was sooo beautiful. . .
"Oh no ... oh no ... I can't take it ... oh noooooo ... " She pressed her fingers down into his head as his lapping tongue and nipping teeth continued to throw her pussy into a turmoil. Her lower belly felt as if it were boiling and about to explode with molten lava like a volcano. She couldn't believe that this was her, but then she didn't have much time to think about it, either. Her loins were a witches' cauldron boiling with everything in the world thrown into it for seasoning. She felt as if all sorts of spices had been tossed into her cunt and were gradually eating their way out. She jerked her hips upward, rubbing her golden-haired cunt pressed all over his raping face. By now she could no longer remember who, what or where she was. There was only this fantastic feeling in her guts that was ripping her apart. A fierce burning that was unlike anything else in the world. It was instinct, it was obscene, it was all the pleasure and all the agony in the world wrapped up in savage togetherness. Groan upon groan broke from her lust-wracked lips. There was nothing in the world to compare this with.
All of her nerve endings were on fire, arcing toward what? What, what, what? What supreme agony or ecstasy could possibly compare with this thing that was going on in her insides at this very moment? And then she knew.
"Oh NO! NO!" she sobbed. "OH NO!" She dug her heels into his back and tried to fight him off with her fingernails and hands, her blonde head flung back, her face contorted with ecstasy, her entire body convulsed with an almost unbearable, blinding feeling that was more like pain and less like joy than anything she had ever experienced in her life ... and yet at the same time she couldn't turn back from this feeling ... drawn towards it like an imploding star falling back into an impossibly black hold of infinite gravitational force...
"OH! OH! OH! OH!" The lust-wracked young girl groaned as she traveled through the light years toward the most impossible orgasm ... the first she had ever experienced in her life ... with every nerve ending in her body burning up ... out through the ends of her fingers, and her hair and her tits and her groaning, ecstatic mouth, the most beautiful obscene force in all the world...
"Oh oh OH OH OH JESUS!"
Was that her cursing? She couldn't believe it herself. And then her eyes rolled skyward as this most powerful of shattering climaxes rolled through her with irresistible force as if she were being pounded on an anvil with a hammer, hopeless female jelly in the wake of this powerful force that had no beginning nor ending, but was merely wonderful wonderful wonderful from start to unbelievably hair-raising but lovely finish.
"Aahhhhhhhhh..." she breathed as the last orgasmic secretions of her loins gushed down and out over Cliffs face as he continued to lap her right through the finish and outwards. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh..." And then she lay back in a deep sleep as a rash of after-climax appeared all over her crazily heaving breasts and under her throat, her eyes shut with her lovely arm thrown over them.
Cliff lifted up his face from the obtuse spread of her open pussy. The sheet beneath her was soaked with cum as was his face. He was breathing heavily, and he smiled, pleased with himself.
* * *
The minute they had heard Cliff enter next door with Sally's drink, Viola and Randy had relaxed and laid back on the bed with Randy underneath. Then the lovely brunette lowered her large, pendant breasts toward his mouth and he sucked heavily on each one in turn as she rolled above him, gripping his cock and grinding her curl-fringed pubic mound down onto his genitals. Viola's love-juice was coming so copiously that now it broke stickily all over the handsome young man's naked belly. She gripped his penis and huffed and panted with desire as his hands stroked her beautifully shaped flanks, his fingers digging deep into the crevice of her buttocks and pulling each cheek widely apart.
She gasped at the ardent brutality of his hands. At times the way he pulled and mauled at her breasts he was actually hurting her, but she couldn't have welcomed anything more. "HHhuuuurrrrttt," she pleaded with him, "huuurrrrrttt ... " And he went along, twisting her desire-swollen breasts savagely until she cried out and digging his fingernails deeply into the fleshy mounds of her ass-cheeks.
And all the time they could hear what was going on in the next room. Something having to do with Sally having something done to her, although it was hard to tell just exactly what. They heard all of Sally's moans and imprecations very clearly, all of her protests, yet it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and each gasp from her lips seemed only to egg Randy and Viola on. By the time Viola had positioned herself above Randy's lewdly up-thrusting staff, and taken it into her fingers in order to aim it for her yearning cunt, she was dripping cum all over his loins, lower belly and thighs.
And then she had it. With a single determined movement, spreading her legs as widely as she could so that the hot wet oval of her cuntal mouth was stretched to its maximum invitation, she dropped down onto his cock and felt it moving strongly up within her all the way to the top to bump mind-jarringly at her cervix.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it!" she cried, skewering herself down completely around his massive rod of flesh and riding up and down, her enormous breasts dancing in the air. "That's it! Fuck me, Randy! Fuck meeee!"
The young man rotated his hips, forcing a cry of pure delight from her lips as his lust-engorged penis worked all around her sex-hungry passage. He ran his hands over her long shapely legs, and up her hips to squeeze her tiny waist. He tried to grab her swinging breasts, but Viola was pumping so ardently with her hips, her long black hair flying all around, that they swung and jumped erratically in their glossy skin, impossible to catch.
She was not long in cumming. Viola had been so hot for this excruciatingly joyful moment over the past several months, considering it night and day, examining it from every angle and rousing her ovaries into such a terrible ecstasy of anticipation, that she had very little distance to go. All of a sudden she threw back her head, sobbing as if she were in terrible pain, working her cunt all over his cock and grinding their crotches together furiously. There was an extravagant tracery of blue veins all over her breasts leading right out of her enormous oversized nipples and up to her agonized throat, which was tensed back with every chord straining for the impossibly wonderful release, her face contorted with excruciating agony, her eyes closed, her mouth an echo chamber for an endless series of whines, whimpers and moans.
And then she started making it. Wave upon wave of pure joy. She wanted to cup her exploding pussy in her hands as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Nothing stark, merely endless voltages of electrification making her all tingly and weak.
She collapsed over him, huffing and panting as her loins boiled and gushed love-juice all over his genitals, her long hair trailing teasingly across his flesh. And then Randy lifted his pelvis slightly, let out a groan to signal his own orgasm, and then began jerking uncontrollably as his penis shot wads of white spunk high into Viola's love-chamber.
* * *
And then, almost simultaneously with the orgasms of Sally, Viola and Randy, the sound of some sort of collision outside rebounded through the Mathis house, making both couples turn their heads in order to ascertain the nature and location of that strange sound.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cliff was the first to rouse himself. He was already dressed and he had been lying with his face between Sally Parker's trembling legs. He still had his wits about him. He was over at the window in a trice, pulling the curtain back and looking out on the east lawn.
But he couldn't see anything, although he could hear a great deal. It sounded as if there was some sort of commotion going on in front of the house. He could make out shadows cast by persons moving back and forth under the front walk street lamps.
He looked back at Sally. She was still lying there naked, her lovely tanned arm thrown over her face, beads of perspiration broken out all over her magnificent body with its large heaving breasts and elegant contours. Was she afraid to look at him? She had shielded her eyes, and drawn one leg up so that her genitals were partly concealed excepting for the fleecy yellow triangle between her legs.
He went over to her and pulled a sheet up over her gradually recuperating body. He knew how she must feel. Shame, no doubt, because she had allowed herself to be loved by someone other than her husband. She was young, and no doubt faithful. In a way he felt ashamed himself and yet he couldn't have helped himself. Sally was just so beautiful and his devotion to her gorgeousness and perfect proportions had just been too strong.
He sighed and lit a cigarette. What if Viola found out? What if she had come in while Sally was moaning through her orgiastic routine? The thought didn't bear thinking about. He still loved Viola, even though their recent years had not been to happy sexually.
He sighed again. Well, perhaps he'd better go downstairs and find out what the trouble was.
In the second bedroom meanwhile Viola and Randy were getting dressed. The connecting door had been diplomatically shut. They both knew what had happened outside because Viola had climbed off Randy's rapidly deflating penis and gone to the front window in back of the bed. Obviously there had been some sort of collision on the front lawn, under the big oak tree they had brought over from Wilmette. There were about a half dozen motorcyclists rolled up on the lawn, in black leather jackets, apparently gathered over a fallen comrade who might have struck the tree.
The adulterous pair kissed each other briefly, then moved out the bedroom door into the hall. Viola's husband had already gone down. They went downstairs in his wake.
By now Sally had recovered some of her senses after the fantastic brain-shattering climax Cliff had given her with his mouth. She sat up in bed, her enormous breasts heaving, her long blonde hair flaring out in back of her, her nostrils flaring as she panted for breath.
If that was sex, she thought, it was the most wonderful thing in the world. At the same time, however, she was assailed by powerful feelings of humiliation and guilt.
She would see to it, if it took everything she had in her, that no such occurrence would ever happen again. She had been weak and drugged with liquor, but she was in control of herself now. It would never happen again.
But how could she face Cliff and Viola now, with such a terrible thing between them? Somehow their old relationship was forever shattered this night.
Then she remembered Randy and Viola, what they had been doing. Well, she had nothing to feel guilty about with Viola, after all that. But she still felt as if it would be impossible to face Cliff again.
And yet they would have to live with them for years! Next door, forever seeing each other, forever dreading it or awkward about it. Dreadful!
Somehow the whole world seemed to have gotten out of hand. She stretched and swung her nicely-turned legs over the edge of the bed. Then she got up and began picking up her clothes absent-mindedly. By the time she got dressed, Cliff and Randy were already carrying in the injured youth and putting him down on the couch in the living room. A gaggle of motorcyclists were mobbing in through the front door in back of them as they laid him out.
"What's happened?" Sally asked from the top of the stairs, forgetting for the moment her personal tragedy.
"Went head-on into the big tree out front," yelled Cliff. "You'd better come down and give us a hand."
Sally noticed that several of the young men were eyeing her appreciatively and making secret remarks to each other. Instinctively she straightened up so that the points of her bust were more prominent, then she started walking down the stairs. Viola came out of the kitchen beneath her with a big pot of hot water and some towels.
The motorcyclists were in black leather jackets, Levi's and boots. When one of them turned, she saw that Devil's Angels was scrawled across the back of his jacket. For the most part they were unkempt characters with excessively long hair. None of them were clean shaven. They all had a vaguely dirty appearance. It was clear that their jostling in the doorway was making Randy and Clifford excessively uncomfortable. They appeared to be in good spirits, despite the fact that one of their number was laid out on the couch with a nasty bloody crack on the front of his skull. They laughed and joked and kidded each other around while Randy and Cliff and Viola were doing all the work.
"Hey!" said Randy momentarily when one of the boys jostled him. When he looked away again, the boy made a face at him and the other motorcyclists laughed. It was apparent that the whole thing was getting out of hand. Someone would have to take a firm tone with them.
"You boys will have to wait outside," said
Sally as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Go no, now, shoo."
"Go on, now, shoo," mimicked one of the boys mincingly, dancing around with a finger on his head. His friends laughed appreciatively.
"Go on, you heard my wife," said Randy turning on them. "Outside." He put his hands on the shoulders of two of them, but they just shrugged him off and headed for the bar around him.
"Hey, you got any beer back here?" asked one, opening the small refrigerator back of the bar.
"Get the hell out of there!" yelled Randy, grabbing the boy's collar and whirling him around. But suddenly a new and ominous note entered the situation for another youth, to the side of them, drew a switchblade knife and waved it towards Randy's eyes. He drew back and let go of the other boy.
"Hey, you'd better not touch one of us," said the boy with the knife. "We're the untouchables."
The other boys laughed. There were shouts of "We're the untouchables."
"That's right!" and so on. Randy fell back towards the couch, where Cliff and Viola were kneeling over the stricken boy.
"I think you'd better call the police," Cliff muttered up to Sally. But everyone heard him, and as she moved from the bottom step towards the telephone, one of the youths ripped the telephone savagely out of the wall.
"Hey!"
The boy threw the phone off the floor contemptuously. "You'd better send up smoke signals, straight-head," he said.
The motorcyclists laughed, then they all moved toward the refrigerator and began taking out bottles of beer amid laughs and shouts, and fighting over the bottle openers.
Randy and Cliff and Viola and Sally exchanged glances. Everything was getting out of hand. As for the boy who'd suffered the accident, he was coming to, but the nasty cut across the front of his forehead was not clotting and kept seeping blood. It was keeping them busy just wiping off the excess. Clearly he needed stitches, and he would have to go to a hospital for that.
Cliff stood up and held out his arms. Viola was almost surprised at the air of command in his tone. "All right, you guys, now you've had your fun, but your buddy's gonna die if we don't get him to a hospital."
One youth came over and looked down at the casualty. "Hell," he said, "Fredo's been hurt and worse than that falling off bar room stools." Everybody laughed.
"He's going to die if you don't get him to a hospital," Cliff reiterated firmly.
"Oh screw, let him," retorted one of the boys at the cooler, tossing his long brown hair out of his eyes. He was a skinny lad with a small goatee. "He won't be no great loss."
"In that case we will have to take him to the hospital ourselves," said Cliff. "In which case I will have to ask you all to leave."
A tall, blonde, sullen boy laid himself deeply into one of the big leather armchairs, propping his boots up on a Louis XIV coffee table. "But we like it here," he said morosely, taking a swig of beer.
"That's of no importance. You're going, and now," said Cliff, moving towards him.
Almost immediately at least four switchblade knives made their appearance in the boys' hands. Cliff took a step backward.
"Hey man," said a short redheaded boy with a blonde beard, "let's lay our cards on the table. We like it here. And if you want to get fucking nasty, we're going to pull a fucking Charley Manson on you."
"Yeah," said the blonde boy. "Now, siddown." And with that he whipped from his back pocket a small caliber snub-nosed revolver.
Cliff stepped back. The two couples looked at each other. An entirely new and even more ominous factor had been added to the situation. Knives were something that might be taken in a struggle, but few people had the stomach to struggle with a gun. It only took a strong finger on a light-pull trigger to cause injury. Besides, Randy and Cliff could tell themselves that they had to be careful for the girls' sake as well. They fell back into a cohesive group while the black leather boys helped themselves to the beer and slammed the front door. Now they were really locked in until the gang tired of their little game.
"I'm Tex," said the tall blonde boy, "Tex Villari. Or they just call me the Big Boy. I'm six foot three and I've got a cock to match."
"Watch your tongue!" Cliff flared angrily, but he stepped back as Tex waved the gun again.
"I can see you're going to get dangerous," said Tex, waving his gun. "Tie them up." He pulled the safety back until it clicked. "Now, if you want to give me an argument, mister, I'm going to start shooting. What do you say?"
"You can't get away with this!"
The boys laughed, swilling their beer. The injured boy on the couch opened his eyes and looked around groggily. "Gimme some fuckin' beer," he croaked, and another boy brought him a bottle.
Viola and Sally had gradually edged closer together. They looked significantly at each other. Two motorcycle boys were removing their black leather belts. They approached Cliff and Randy as their companions kept the gun and switchblades at the ready.
"We're just gonna tie you two guys up until we finish our beer," said Tex, shaking a shock of wild blonde hair out of his eyes. He spoke softly and it was clear to Sally that his cool assurance had taken some of the readiness to fight out of Randy and Cliff. The idea being, of course, that if that was all the cycle gang wanted was to swill a little beer and sit for a few minutes, that was nothing to risk death or serious injury over.
"Then we'll go," added Tex, almost as an afterthought, and suddenly Sally wanted to cry out: No, don't believe hint! Because she caught the obscene gleams in the boys' eyes and her suspicions were fully aroused. She didn't trust them at all, no matter what they said.
The two boys with the belts grappled first with Cliff, jerking his arms in back of him and tying his wrists tightly together with a thick leather belt. Then they moved to Randy.
Neither husband resisted, and in a moment their arms were tied snugly behind them. Then all the boys let out a whoop, cuffed them several times about their heads, and dragged them off toward a corner of the living room. Neither Randy nor Cliff said anything as the blows rained down. In another moment they were dumped in a far corner next to each other.
Tex roared with laughter and let the safety on his gun click back again. Then the boys all finished their beer and began fishing around in the refrigerator for more, knocking each other aside in their urgency to get more bottles.
CRASH! A bottle broke against the wall where Tex threw it. He stuck his pistol in his belt and approached the two women, who were now huddled together with their arms around each other's waist. They crouched backward as he approached, towering over them, blonde, beery and dirty in his black leather jacket with its general's stars all over the shoulders and numerous chained pockets. The clump of his big dirty boots across Viola's neat living room floor was enough to make them tremble. What did they want, both girls wondered? What could they expect from these filthy dregs?
"You'd better stay away from us, you bastard," Viola spat suddenly, surprising everybody.
Tex roared with laughter and looked back at the others. "You hear that, men? We've got a cunt here with real balls. She's gonna be plenty good fuckin', huh?"
"You bastards!" Cliff snarled from across the room, drawing a quick series of kicks from virtually all of the boys, and finally a mouthful of raggy gags for himself and Randy. Now the two husband could only watch horrified.
"Well," said Tex quietly, looking back at the two women, shaking up his beer bottle, "I guess that settles it then. We'll just have to fuck the life out of you until you learn to like it. Right?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Viola threw a savage kick to Tex's groin and began slashing at his boyish face with her fingernails as he staggered backwards, but she was quickly overpowered by the others, who dragged her off along the floor and began systematically ripping her clothes off as she struggled and thrashed. In another moment she had been bound with one ankle securely tied to the leg of a couch and her arms bound in back of her head. Two youths ripped her blouse down the front and reached into her brassiere for plentiful handfuls of breast.
"Jeez, she's really built," said one wonderingly. "Get a load of these, Tex." He lifted one breast out in the palm of his hand and fondled it. Then he bent his head and licked her nipple, leaving a lewd trail of saliva all over her areola. The other boy merely squeezed her breast and pulled it around. Viola clenched her teeth and lips like a schoolteacher who's caught a naughty boy up to something. Only she herself knew how deeply she was affected. The pure lasciviousness of the gang's behavior, their imperviousness to any conceivable plea, was a sort of sexual ruthlessness that had to anneal to the most basic, darkest and deepest female instinct. But Viola showed nothing.
Meanwhile Tex had turned his attention on Sally, the statuesque little blonde. "How about you, sister?" he asked. "Are you gonna fight?"
Sally didn't answer. Considering the state of the situation, all struggle certainly appeared useless or less than useless. But she had to do something didn't she? She couldn't merely allow herself to be used.
"Tell you what," Tex said after a moment, taking his snub-nosed revolver out of his belt and waving towards the corner where Randy and Cliff sat bound and gagged. "If you resist, I'm going to kill which ever one of those men is your husband. How about that? I'll just put a bullet in his brain, and that'll be that. What do you say?"
Sally nodded. That was the excuse and justification she needed in order to cooperate. No one could fault her now. She would be free of any feelings of guilt. And it was not required that she struggle. No one could fault her for protecting her husband's life.
For although he had behaved abominably with Viola, she still had to admit that she loved Randy and that she would always love him. But then why had she suffered such an ardent reaction with Cliff and his obscene behavior?
It must have been all that drink, because certainly she would never have behaved so badly of her own volition. Now that she was gradually sobering, it seemed amazing that she had participated in such a disgusting act. Apparently drink smothered her better feelings. She vowed that she would never again allow herself to be seduced by such sickening, animalistic behavior. These boys might use her, perhaps, but she would feel nothing but disgust and revulsion.
"Go on, Tex. Fuck her right now," yelled Red.
Tex laughed and slumped down onto the couch in back of her, pulling Sally down into his lap with his arm around her waist. She struggled half-heartedly, but the sheer hopelessness of her situation was painfully obvious. Across the room, Viola protested and was slapped hard by several hands until she fell dead silent.
Sally squirmed hard against the cyclist's imprisoning hands, but the slow seductive movement of her buttocks crushing back onto the hardness of his loins only sharpened his desire for her. She sobbed into the rough hand over her mouth, and broke away from it by jerking her beautiful blonde head.
"Oh no, dear God! Don't do it to me! Please!"
Her piteous supplication was cut short again by Tex's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back deep in her soft white throat until only broken grunts of anguish flared through her heaving nostrils.
Tex reached down abruptly to her knees and jerked at the hem of her dress, fanning it upward over the dramatic fullness of her thighs, then up farther over the panty-concealed fullness of her buttocks. Tex gasped with lust and wriggled her dress upward farther to the narrow tininess of her waist.
"Hey, she's really something," breathed a voice across the room.
"Christ, what a body, huh?"
"Pull 'er dress up over her head!" yelled Fredo from the cooler. He had recovered enough to get up and go over to get his own beer. Blood still streamed from the long cut in his forehead, but he didn't appear to care, and he merely wiped the sticky excess off on the black leather sleeve of his jacket.
Tex laughed and caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of his gorgeous blonde prize. His hands ran up her trembling thighs and his nostrils flared with desire as his fingers savored the silky smooth softness of her upper thighs. He pinched her buttocks and delighted in Sally's answering groan and the way she screwed them back against his hand, there was only the smooth narrow band of white nylon between them now, bunched snugly in the cleft of her buttocks, and everyone could make out the silken tufts of Sally's blonde pubic hair which curled slightly from under the snug elastic crotch band.
The frightened young housewife was wild with desperation now. There could be no question as to what they had in mind for her she was going to be raped! Raped by a vicious gang of motorcyclists who were little better than animals and had not the slightest compassion for anyone in the world. Her buttocks shivered convulsively from the horrifying thought. Nothing could save her now, not with her husband and friends totally cowed and overrun by this brutal bunch. Her fate had been sealed because they had chosen to play the part of good Samaritans instead of being apathetic or calling the police or a hospital.
Her tortured mind was jerked back to ugly reality by the feel of Tex's hands running up the sides of her almost naked flesh. He rounded them over the curvaceous flare of her hips for a second, then slid them down slowly down again to her tiny waist, his fingers pressing cruelly into her belly as if he wanted to eat her.
"Some body, huh?" came the drunken voices.
"You can say that again, man. Man, what an ass-fuck she's going to make."
Her dress was now bunched up uselessly around her throat. Tex's hands roamed mercilessly all over her exposed and heated flesh. The velvet smooth softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly up into her cunt. And then, suddenly there was something else...
A gasp broke from Sally's parched lips as she recognized the wetness seeping through her panties from underneath seminal fluid from the bulge in Tex's jeans! She tried to struggle up from it, but as she struggled her brassiere came undone and her full young breasts, milk-white and immense, broke free.
There was a whoosh of admiration that seemed to echo like a single breath from the mouths of the gang. Sally groaned and struggled as he pulled the now useless piece of underclothing from around her body and the two big mounds of firm but resilient flesh joggled upward as if they were proud to be viewed. Her nipples seemed to spring instinctively into hardness, as if the erotic nature of her dreadful situation was not lost on them. The bud-like tips of her breasts seemed to throb in the sudden coolness of the open air.
The short, redbearded youth lost no time. As Tex's hands coursed hungrily over the softly rounded spheres of her buttocks, Red came up and grabbed the full round ripeness of her right breast and squeezed it hard, dragging a groan from Sally's unhappy lips. Then he proceeded to pinch hard on her rubbery nipples until she cried out in pain. He bent his head and pressed the hugeness of her breasts all around his face, breathing in their perfumed and delicious scent. He continued to knead and fondle her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was interrupted harshly by Tex.
"Hey, mother-fucker, I'm gonna fuck this cunt first! Get your fuckin' hands off her!"
"Oh shit, Tex, I'm just feelin' her."
Tex flung his arm possessively over Sally's quivering breasts. "These tits are mine until I'm done sere win' her. Got that?"
Red shook his head and back off. "Okay, but Marlon's not gonna like it, you takin' firsts. You know how he is."
"Screw Marlon," yelled Tex. "He don't even know where we're at. He's probably still at the drugstore riding in circles with Shep."
Red shrugged and went back to his beer on the other side of the room. "Have it your way-for now. But I still say Marlon's not gonna like it."
"Shut the fuck up." Tex's eyes gleamed with ragged desire as his hands smoothed up the sides of Sally's quivering body to finally cup her enormous breasts. He pulled and squeezed at them momentarily, then rasped impatiently and moved his hands down to her panties again. His fingers hooked into the soft nylon waistband and with slow, methodical certainty began to peel her panties down over her hips.
Sally gasped and sobbed as the last of her under things was removed from her quivering flesh. She was by now almost paralyzed with fear, a helpless puppet for them to play with at will. She knew that this was by now the point of no return. These wild animals had her nakedly vulnerable flesh at their mercy. She dared not resist if Randy was to live. But on the other hand, what was to be left of their marriage if she didn't? It was all too complex for her to sort it out carefully.
Suddenly there was the harsh metallic rasp of Tex's zipper opening in back of her. And in another moment there was the smooth hard pressure of his stiffened cock pressing against the tender back-flesh of her thighs. She could feel a stickiness where the hot seminal fluid seeped, from its large inflated thunderhead. His hands on her hips, he pushed slightly higher, then insinuated his knees snugly between hers. In one swift movement he peeled the flimsy white nylon panties from the half-moons of her buttocks. When the silken material seized at the juncture of her thighs and belly, he made an impatient jerk and ripped it to useless shreds.
Tex roared as he held the tattered remnant of her concealment in the air, and the other boys laughed, too. By now the others were taking turns mashing Viola's mouth open in a series of ardent kisses as they manhandled her throbbing breasts, but as yet they had gone no further. For the most part they were watching Tex and Sally.
"Lookit that cunt," Red yelled. "She's a natural blonde!" And suddenly he ran forward and stabbed his middle finger into the warm wet juncture of Sally's legs.
"Hey mother-fucker!" yelled Tex, shoving him in the face until Red fell backward onto the carpet. "She's mine!"
Red crawled off groveling and Tex laughed, his fingers moving down into Sally's fleecy blonde pubic hair. She wriggled her buttocks anxiously, trying to evade the voraciously digging fingers thrusting and probing her openly defenseless pussy-lips, but it was no use.
Tex soon found the smooth wet cuntal opening and squirmed his middle finger upward into it. "Aaaarrrrggghhhh," Sally groaned, pressing away from his raping hand which was like a torch with flames licking at her womb. It skewered like a hot poker into the soft smooth folds of her cunt, moving savagely into the hot damp vaginal cavern beyond. He ground his thick long finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding passage, while the helpless young bride twisted and groaned in anguish and humiliation at this depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. Sally felt as though her vagina was ablaze and out of control as his finger continued to rape her without mercy.
But suddenly his thick middle finger slipped out with a wet sucking noise from between the fleshy young folds of her cunt and she was given a moment's respite. Her breath came up pantingly, as if she had just run a long race.
"See, she-likes it," said one of the boys, a youth with jet black curls all over his youthful head. "She's panting like a bitch in heat." And his friends all laughed. By now they had relaxed their manhandling of Viola and were concentrating on Tex's rape of the luscious young blonde with the gigantic breasts. Several of them were rubbing bulges in the crotches of their jeans.
Tex's attention was now on the full cream-white moons of Sally's glossy ass-cheeks. "She's gonna get it like a high toned bitch should get it from a real stud," he hissed crazily. He ran his hands adoringly over her ass-cheeks. "Maybe I should fuck 'er in the ass. That'll break her from bein' so high and mighty."
"Virgin ass-fuckin' is strictly for Marlon," said Red, swigging his beer, and the other boys nodded. "He won't like it if he don't get her first."
Tex snarled at them unintelligibly, but was visible that Red's warning had stung him Whoever this Marlon was, thought Sally through her horrified haze, he must be quite a man to have a hold on these brutes.
She didn't have much time to consider this, though, for suddenly his hands were kneading and stretching the unprotected mounds of her firm young buttocks. Her body jerked convulsively as she felt his thumbs digging in on either side, spreading her full cheeks wider and wider.
"No, no, oh God, please don't," she sobbed helplessly, having no idea at all that her words merely spurred him on. "Oooooh no, please..."
She jerked forward further as Tex's middle finger thrust once more between her thighs into the soft, unprotected folds of young flesh at the lips of her vagina. His finger searched patiently for a moment, then located their velvety quarry. She cringed as an electric shock shot from his pinching fingers up through her hypersensitive clitoris. The cheeks of her buttocks tightened reflexively, trying desperately to impede his movement. But the constant tickling of her exposed sex was sending wave upon wave of female love-fluid down through her vagina and making her sex folds all slippery and pliable.
"Hold on, Tex. She's buckin', " yelled Red.
"I got 'er, don't worry," Tex gasped, working in another finger and wringing a parched whimper from Sally's agonized lips. He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and then Sally felt the last of her desperate resistance break down. Her body shuddered and she moaned as his fingers wormed and tickled all along her passageway. Her female flesh shot down a gushing wave of love-juice all over his hand. She clenched her teeth in a vain attempt to blot out the terrible, filthy sensations that were assailing her. His fingers were a ball of fire growing in bigger and bigger circles within her tingling loins. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out except a helpless muffled groan of exhausted surrender. Every muscle in her twisted imprisoned body had reached the point of helplessness against Tex's immense strength. She couldn't even find the power to protest now at the vile fondling of her hitherto secret parts which had previously been the private domain of her handsome young husband. All that had disintegrated under Tex's moronic fondling.
She gasped and held her breath as his fingers enlarged and stretched the now wildly lubricated walls of her helpless vagina. They slipped around in and out with a lewd wet sucking noise. He squirmed in back of her, his hand wrapped tightly around the lust-hardened cock he had whipped out of his jeans, guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her vagina. Sally cringed as she felt his searching member bumping against her raw and unexposed flesh, her face contorting in loathing and fear. The large bulbous head moved up and down behind her, searching like a cobra for her open passage then suddenly it had located the open slit of her vagina and was moving through the sparse blonde pubic hair ... She tried to close her legs, but his legs insinuated between them and held them savagely open.
"Hey Red, you wanna help me?" Tex called. "I only got two arms and a cock for this she-cat."
"You know it," Red laughed, and left the others, coming over to grip Sally's legs and hold them open. Small streams of saliva were dripping from Red's chin as he slavered over Sally's voluptuous beauty.
She whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of Tex's lust-swollen penis against the soft wet lips of her cunt and the pressure of its blunt head inward. When her vaginal walls tried to contract around his cock to impede its passage, the big boy only laughed and jerked it forward to the very depths of her vagina with a mind-jarring push, dragging an incoherent moan from her open lips.
"No ... oh no ... please..." she whined.
But Tex only laughed and positioned her better, flexing his hips to drive his ramrod cock burningly all the way in to the hilt again with a maddening bump. The huge blood-bloated instrument flashed wetly through her cunt with a rush that left Sally gasping.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She swung her long blonde hair around wildly as the two men worked to hold her in place. The shock of the sudden thrust momentarily galvanized her somnolent muscles, and she thrashed madly over the brutality of his ravishing cock.
"Christ, what a pussy," Tex rasped admiringly as its warm wet walls slipped up and down over his cock like hot melted butter. His head strained backward as his loins blasted forward into the helplessly struggling young bride. His penis raced through her like a drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing everything before it, the warm moist vaginal flesh spreading all around him until finally his pelvis was smacking hard against her and flattening her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the living room. Sally looked across the living room as she groaned Randy and Cliffs eyes were stark with horror at her brutal ravishing, and Viola was sobbing soundlessly.
Sally's muffled cries of pain and humiliation went unheeded as Tex grabbed her shoulders with both hands, pulling her whole body tightly back onto him. His thick hard rigidity was sunk to its fullest, most powerful depth in her quivering white belly, pressing tight against the sensitive end of her cervix.
There was no reason to struggle or fight any longer, even if she had had the strength. She was his conquest. She knelt forward tiredly like a human dummy, accepting her servile state slavishly, impaled hopelessly on his fearsome rod and ready to be used as her dominator required.
As her body went limp, she felt his hands slide down the curvaceous roundness of her hips, then begin a slow, teasing rotation of his thickening penis within her trembling womb. Her wet sex channel expanded further, undulating warmly around his tool, kissing it all over involuntarily from vaginal female instinct. Her tears of humiliation and shame continued flowing without stop, wetting the tops of their knees. Her long golden hair waved over their legs, swinging gloriously in the air. There was to be no reprieve from this vicious battering now, no policemen coming through the door with guns raised, nothing. She was a helpless slave to be used for the whims of these monsters until they tired of her. She could do nothing less than accept the vile obscene rape of her precious blonde flesh without resistance.
His hands continued devouring her gorgeous body, cupping the fullness of her swinging breasts, then letting them drop, then racing into her armpits to lift her up and down along his pulsating cock. Her muffled groans and sobs mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, as he forced her puppet body to dance up and down with each hard, cruel thrust of his mighty sex tool.
"Man, lookit that," said Red, pointing to the long thick cock, glistening with Sally's sex secretion, pistoning deeply in and out of her squirming pussy as her pubic hair painted it like a blonde brush painting a house. The other boys laughed. Several of them had already taken their penises out of their jeans and were rolling them in their hands. Their eyes bulged as they watched the moist pink edges of the protective soft folds around Sally's golden cunt drawing back with each out-stroke, then being swallowed again as Tex thrust inward with the powerful rhythm of his desire. Pumping into her from the rear as if she were a bitch in heat, he squeezed desperately her joggling creamy soft buttocks. With a flash of inspiration his fingers searched out her anus as well, digging cruelly into the cringing puckered hole, then he jerked forward again, clasping her hips roughly and whipping her back down over his penis and he continued to skewer and ram her with increasing abandon.
Tex's body was by now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust unleashed completely against this beautiful golden girl. His bloated penis felt as if it were growing wildly and about to explode through all of its veins. It thickened constantly with every fresh stroke deep within her nicely rounded belly, aching and burning as it never had before. He was almost there, almost at the peak, and he rammed eagerly with long hard strokes.
Sally's echoing sobs became a series of whimpers and then one long, low, continuous whine that filled the house like a gentle siren. Through the quiescent haze of her agonized mind she could feel him growing deep within her with every stroke, expanding, expanding, until she was sure he would burst right up and out through her aching belly. His rampaging tool was splitting her in two, and now she knew he was going to cum. Her tears became a flood, racing over her face, streaking her pretty countenance with dissolved makeup, finally dripping down over her legs and Tex's. The lewd thought that this beast would fill her belly with cum and maybe even make her pregnant was repulsive beyond imagining. Oh God, did he dare shoot the sticky juice of his lust into her hallowed love-vault? She could not imagine anything more disgusting.
And suddenly he was there. As her warm wet vaginal muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving penis, Tex suddenly threw back his head with a wild roar, and began shooting hot semen into her widely spread cunt as if his cock was a fire hose. Sally groaned in helpless submission as spurt after spurt of his driving male cum was shot up into her helpless belly, filling her womb to bursting.
"No, PLEASE! YOU MUSTN'T!" she screamed as she felt his semen ricocheting around like a whirlpool bath in her vagina, the fiery hot reminder of her total degradation to the cruel tormentor who was fucking into her from the rear.
And that was all. The big blonde boy pitched forward over her and lay gasping with exhaustion through her sobs.
And then the doorbell rang.
CHAPTER NINE
The boys looked at each other.
"Now who the hell could that be?"
"Better check," said the motorcyclist with dark curly hair.
"Out the back," said Tex, pushing Sally off of him onto the floor. His cock slid slickly out of her with a noisy pop and she lay sobbing and nude on the carpet. Tex stood up and fixed his pants, then he grabbed the pistol he had dropped in the cushions of the couch. He signalled to Red and the two of them went out through the kitchen.
By now the gang had drawn their switchblades and were fingering them nervously. Viola's one free leg was kicking out wildly, her breasts heaving with emotion after having to watch the fearful fucking Sally received from Tex. In the far corner Randy and Cliff were still sitting bound and gagged. Randy had been weeping and his face was streaked. Cliffs eyes, on the other hand, were perfectly calm.
Sally curled up in a ball and tried to conceal what she could of her naked body, but the gang was no longer interested in her or sex. The four Red and Tex had left behind were just watching the door with their switchblades open.
Suddenly there was a savage pounding on the door and Tex's voice screaming: "Open up, motherfuckers! It's Marlon!"
One of the boys went to the door and opened it. "What's all the racket for," he said surlily. "You'll wake the fuckin' neighborhood. Door's open, man."
Tex shoved him aside and stepped into the house again. Behind him came a surly-looking young man, slightly older than the rest of them, probably in his late twenties. He had thinning hair and a high forehead, a nose broken too many times from fist fights, thick lips and small hands. These were the first things Sally noticed about him. His air of authority as he followed Tex inside was the next thing she noticed. And then there was the dog.
A very nasty looking dark-haired German shepherd. Traveling in back of the newcomer secured tightly to his wrist on a chain.
The dog's eyes seemed to gleam as he caught Sally's, and they were the most disturbing eyes she'd ever seen in a dog. There was something about them that was almost humanly obscene as if the dog were undressing her with his eyes and pawing over her naked body in his mind. She shook her head; of course, that was impossible. Her brain was over-reacting to the horror of their situation.
"This is them, huh?" said the one Tex had introduced as Marlon.
"Yeah," said Tex, looking around at the two girls. "Terrific, huh? We can have some fun and they've got plenty of beer, too. We'll get out in the morning when it's all clear, after the mail and the milk have been delivered. What do you say?"
Marlon looked down at the dog. "What d'you say, Shep?" Shep panted, his long red tongue hanging out, drool slavering from his soft black lips. Sally wasn't sure, but it did seem as if the dog were in a sexy state. There was a red kind of thing coming out of the furry casing between his legs. She shook her head again.
Suddenly Marlon dealt Tex a blow with the back of his hand that sent the Big Boy reeling across the floor.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!? "
Marlon sat down nonchalantly on the couch and began to remove his heavy black boots. "You ass-hole," he said quietly. "You've got us in the fucking soup now. We'll have to go underground but good to keep from getting our asses hung for this."
Tex made a petulant sound and went to the cooler for a beer. Marlon's eyes fell on Sally's exquisite tanned body and she cringed. Would he take her now, too?
He had dropped Shep's leash and the dog had come sniffing up to her, finally putting his forepaws on her legs and trying to stick his long wet nose into her cunt. Instinctively she lashed out and dealt the beast a telling blow on its nose. It went yelping off back to its master.
"Hey," said Marlon crossly, rubbing the dog's furry ears. "That's no way to treat a dumb animal."
"You're all dumb animals!" Sally croaked back hoarsely, amazed at her own courage. "And a good crack in the face is too good for you!"
Marlon smiled, highly amused. Tex made a sour face and fell back on the couch near Viola. The other boys were still boozing and had given their attention to Viola again, although one of them had fallen asleep on the floor curled up in a ball.
"That may be true," said Marlon after a bit, "but a little cunt like you could leam to love an animal." He laughed. "Ever get fucked by Shep here and you'll never go back to men." He patted the dog affectionately on the snout and it licked his hand.
Sally cringed. She couldn't imagine a more disgusting way for a man to talk. Imagine! A woman being fornicated by a dog! What an imagination this person had!
Her real worry was that he was going to approach her himself. Now that he had established his mastery of the situation, and of the motorcycle gang, he'd probably want to take his privileges with her, too. Was there to be no surcease of their troubles? These swine had totally distorted their previously placid existence beyond recognition. Whatever came out of this night, there could be no question that none of their lives would ever be quite the same again.
Shep meanwhile had cast her a sorry glance and was nosing around the three motorcycle boys who were idly playing with Viola, rubbing her pussy and fondling and nibbling on her breasts, and occasionally mashing her mouth open in a kiss. Sally closed her eyes, afraid that she was going to be sick again.
"So you don't think you could make it with a dog, huh?" rasped Marlon over his newly opened bottle of beer. She reflected on the strangeness and intensity of his deep blue eyes and wondered if he was on drugs. As she stared at him he brushed his thinning hair back and took another slug from his bottle of beer. "Well, let me tell you somethin', honey, there's more dames in this town in love with Shep than would dig your husband." He looked over towards the two men. "Whichever one he is." Then he spat on the carpet. "Sorry-lookin' pair of fuckers."
Their gaze was drawn to Shep again. The boys had parted as Shep nosed them out, sniffing up Viola's leg, lapping it slightly, then sniffing around her open and vulnerable cunt. Viola began to scream as if she were losing her mind. Randy and Cliff closed their eyes. Marlon laughed, put down his bottle of beer and sat down on the floor next to Sally. "This is going to be good," he said, putting his arm around her and gripping her breast tightly in his rough hand.
"Watch." He licked the side of her face as Sally's eyes riveted on the helpless tied Viola with her high-pitched scream and the German shepherd that was nuzzling her so obscenely.
Sally gasped as one of the boys inserted a filthy finger into Viola's glistening pink cunt, stroking the tiny bud of her clitoris as if gentling her, until her scream dropped to a noisy nasal whine. Marlon squeezed Sally's left breast as they watched, rolling her hardened nipple around between his thumb and forefinger.
Shep had slipped aside panting as the boy began calming Viola. Ever so slowly her agonized cry died out and she began moving her legs and belly sensuously under the boy's ministrations, her eyes shutting and her head rolling back loosely. His fingers probed inside the pink edges of her contracting and undulating vulva, gradually widening the lips. Then he was slipping his index finger smoothly in and out in her well-lubricated pussy-lips. A low moan rose from Viola's lips and her legs jackknifed back to give him more room, her knees pushing up her mammoth breasts and her softly rounded buttocks tensing in response to the masturbating finger.
Viola's face tightened and she gasped as he pushed in two more fingers. Now he was ravaging her cunt with three full fingers, very forcibly. They seemed to become lost totally on the in-stroke within her hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise and a moan of pleasure echoed from the lips of the helpless love-slave.
Sally tensed. Marlon's hand on her breasts and his tongue in her ear were having altogether too much effect on her, but the sight of Viola being masturbated by the boy, his fingers disappearing deeply in her hairy slit, was even more disconcerting. Sally identified too closely with her helplessly writhing friend not to feel something. And then there was the fact of Marlon's hand on her vulnerable and throbbing young breasts. All the events of the night had combined to make her hypersensitive. She was ashamed of the desperately obscene feelings that were creeping and fluttering between her shivering legs.
By now Viola appeared to have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth clenched tightly as she writhed beneath the youth's fingers as they disappeared up between her legs then came sliding out again slick and glistening. The rhythm of his fingers brought grunts of uncontrollable pleasure from deep in her throat. Again and again they slid up and back through the clinging folds of Viola's pussy, leaving moist sucking sounds in their wake. Viola's face pinkened deeply as her belly lifted and her hips rotated, her loins striving ardently for climax. She groaned in frustration, her one free leg waving back and forth over his raping forearm. Her head rolled with agony side to side on the carpet, her long jet black hair flying around, her face contorted with frustration at the absence of orgasm.
And then with a laugh the boy drew his fingers out of Viola's tightly sucking pussy.
She gasped and opened her eyes. And that appeared to be Shep's cue...
"No!" she wailed, horrified, as the dog moved towards her. "No!" with such anguish that it tore Sally's heart apart. She shut her eyes tightly against this ultimate shame that her friend Viola was being forced to undergo, and then opened them again, helpless with fascination. Could such a thing really happen...? She knew she should keep her eyes tightly closed or she might go mad under this terrible obscene pressure which was entirely disintegrating like cheesecloth the fabric of her life as it had existed thus far. But somehow Viola's helplessness, shaking with fear beneath the German shepherd as it burrowed its moist nose around in her moist crotch, was just too fascinating for her to turn away from. She had to look, compelled as if there was a giant hand on her neck forcing her. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked and defenseless Viola, quaking on the carpet, sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through her. Goose pimples erupted all over Sally's trembling beautiful tanned body, and she felt as if ice water were running in her veins instead of blood.
But the chill passed and she relaxed within
Marlon's imprisoning arm, her eyes glued on her helpless friend. Marlon cupped her large firm breasts, pinching her nipples. She had to confess that now it did feel good as her nipples stiffened and swelled under his fondling hand and tweaking fingers. She squirmed on her bare buttocks, knowing that her pussy was moistening the carpet shamefully. She squeezed her thighs together to resist the tingling sensation growing in her loins. But the roughness of the Mathis' living room carpeting was exciting the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She felt small throbs pulsating through the tiny pleasure button of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to resist the rage of forbidden emotions that were pulsating between her creamy thighs.
By now the dog's nose was pressed deep in the helpless girl's soft hair-fringed cunt, sniffing obscenely around as Viola wailed above him. His tail wagged with pleasure and Viola moaned with terror as that wet nose slipped down the crevice to her anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip of the dog's tongue flicking into the outer flesh of her tiny anal ring.
Viola tried momentarily to squirm away, but Shep only growled and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her legs. He ran his tongue the entire length from puckered little anus up over the moist pink edges of her cunt and then over the hypersensitive clitoris. His great sloppy tongue, slavering with drool, spread through the pinkly glistening opening like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly up and down between Viola's widespread legs, then abruptly slipped into her cuntal opening without warning. "Aaaaaarnrhhhhh."
Sally shuddered. The terrible scene reminded her in part of what Cliff had done to her, so she could appreciate Viola's weakness under that awful stimulus. Her frightened moans and shrieks had by now changed to soft mewls of mindless pleasure. With a deep animal groan Viola suddenly spread her free leg as widely open as she was able, and Sally knew in that terrible moment of insight that if Viola's hands had been free she probably would have gripped the dog's ears as well to pull his snout into her.
Now his giant tongue was thrusting up her moist passageway like an energetic lizard. Viola pleaded and encouraged the beast on as it salivated between her writhing, upchurning thighs.
By now it was obvious to all of them that Viola was enslaved by this dumb animal. And Shep seemed to realize it as well, for he abruptly withdrew his tongue from the pleading girl's cunt to nose her over onto her belly in servile surrender as one of the boys cut her bonds with his switchblade. It was quite apparent that Viola's resistance had totally evaporated under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her open pussy. Her quivering body spread-eagled, but two boys grabbed her and pulled her buttocks up high into the air in what must have been a well-practiced exercise. Viola appeared to be bending before the German shepherd in abject surrender.
Now the dog gave another long swiping lick at Viola's nether crevice, bringing a trembling moan from her drooling lips. She seemed to twist back towards him lasciviously, then suddenly she reached back and spread wide the two moons of her gleaming white ass-cheeks to give better access to the small puckered anus. The tongue lashed her again and she groaned doubly, falling forward on her cheek.
The scene had by now excited Sally more than she would have believed possible. She could feel an aching hunger in "her loins spreading through her belly up into her passion-swollen breasts. She labored for breath and squirmed harder on the carpet, pushing her moist and swollen genitals downward in a useless attempt to assuage their burning fire. Marlon's hands caressed her palpitating breasts, both thrilling and frightening her with their urgency. Her passion-filled eyes stared glassily at the horrific scene before her.
By now Viola was on all fours and the huge dog had mounted the wide-spread rounds of her buttocks with its paws on her back. Meanwhile the glistening scarlet penis slipped dripping from its furry sheath, its tapered point slipping and dancing into the hot wet crevice as the dog quivered and jerked, trying to find Viola's entrance.
Sobbing mindlessly, Viola looked back, shifting her round buttocks to try to capture the lengthening shaft. The sharp red tip missed and almost slid into her anus, but then the dog jerked it again and it slid into the soft, hair-nested crevice, rubbing against Viola's lust-crazed clitoris. The helpless brunette moaned and wiggled her buttocks again. Sally held her breath as the animal attempted to skewer Viola on the lengthening taper of its dripping penis. It growled in frustration and suddenly Viola reached behind her to try to guide the slippery thing with her fingers...
Sally gasped and closed her eyes. When she opened them again the German shepherd had jerked forward and buried his glossy member deep inside Viola's squirming pink vagina. It slithered forward smoothly until the animal's hairy balls slapped up against her hairy open crevice. A moan of relief echoed from Viola's enslaved lips as she moved rhythmically backwards to meet the panting dog's thrust. As its forelegs trapped her waist, she began undulating her body and rotating her pelvis in lewd circles, abandoning herself completely to this delicious animal fucking.
Viola's face was clearly contorted with rapture from the marvelous dog-fucking. Her large, pendulous breasts swayed and danced above the carpet as she gyrated back onto the slavering dog, an endless series of moans breaking from her lips.
The bubbly sensation in Sally's groin was growing wildly as she watched the dog screwing Viola. A film of perspiration had broken out all over her magnificent tanned voluptuous body, and she was no longer offended by Marlon's obscene manhandling of her naked breasts, belly and thighs. A trickle of perspiration ran out of her navel and down into her golden pubic hair, through which Marlon was occasionally running his fingers as if it were money. Another trickle ran down between her full breasts that Marlon had massaged into hardness. She could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs and knew it was useless to hold back. She was a woman, after all.
Viola had completely lost her mind now and was shouting obscene encouragement to the dog through clenched teeth. She begged him to fuck her harder and faster and to squirt his cum up into her cunt. She seemed no longer human, but rather a quivering mass of lust-deranged flesh. She ground her buttocks back against the dog's hairy jerking body as if she were a bitch in heat. Sally watched in abject fascination as moisture escalated in the crevice of Viola's buttocks.
The gang leader was kneading Sally's breasts more vigorously now and making her nipples throb with guilty pleasure. Her cunt had become awash with female secretions. She leaned back, sighing, against him, unable to work up the slightest resistance. His fingers had plunged into the loose wetness of her pussy-lips, which were rapidly becoming flooded. Sally closed her eyes for a moment and gave herself over completely to the sweet pleasure that was washing outward from her loins. Wave upon wave of indecent pleasure drowned out all desire to resist. She closed her eyes and sighed ecstatically.
Now his middle finger had invaded her cunt, quite taking her breath away. It rotated aimlessly as sigh upon sigh broke from her full red lips. She was almost out of her mind now and didn't think she could stand this artful teasing of her genitals for a single moment longer.
Suddenly there was a harsh cry from Viola, her long black hair flying all over her back as the dog fucked her with his forepaws on her shoulders. Obviously her orgasm had come. She shuddered, whimpered and moaned, screwing back on the impaling animal penis, just as the dog began slavering out of breath, its saliva dripping onto her back, reaching its own climax. The animal began to jerk, squirting animal sperm up into Viola's belly. Sally watched in helpless fascination, a spot of drool appearing on her own lips as Marlon stuffed two more fingers up into her cunt.
Viola moaned long and low, her buttocks contracting spasmodically, as if it was drinking all of the dog's fluid voraciously. Thick white spunk oozed from their cunt-penis connection and ran stickily down the long columns of Viola's shivering thighs. And then, finally, Viola slumped forward unconsciously with one long, drawn-out sigh, the dog's deflating cock slipping from her vagina with a slick sucking noise and tunneling back up into its furry sheath.
In a final scene of obscene depravity, the dog bent its head and licked all of its own cum from Viola's sticky thighs, its tail wagging in appreciation. Then it lay down contentedly between her soft open legs, his giant head muzzled in the soft hairy vee.
Sally let out a breath as if she had been holding it for hours. The mindless depravity of the entire scene had left her no better than a puppet dummy. She wouldn't have known where to begin to resist. Nor was she sure any longer that she wanted to.
"like that?" whispered Marlon, nuzzling her ear and running his fingers thrillingly up and down her neck.
For answer she merely gulped and breathed heavily, no longer sure who or where or what she was.
"If she does," suggested Red from across the room, "maybe she'd like a three-way split, too."
CHAPTER TEN
"A three-way split?" Sally echoed hoarsely.
"Sure," laughed Red. He looked at Marlon. "Okay with you, Marlon?"
The gang leader opened his hands and brushed back his hair. "Okay with me, man. As well hung for a fuckin' sheep as for a lamb. We're all the way into this now." He looked over at Tex. The Big Boy was fast asleep. Then his eyes passed to the youth with the jet black curly hair who was picking his fingernails with his knife. "Come on over here, Blackie. You can do a little ass fuckin'. "
Sally cringed as the idea seeped in through her groggy, lust-drugged brain. What did these men intend to do?
"How 'bout me?" demanded Fredo, who had fixed himself a thick ham sandwich between two slices of rye bread overflowing with mayonnaise and lettuce. He shook his lank brown hair off his bloody forehead and came over.
"You were the one who fucked us into this, ass-hole," said Marlon. "You kin suck on her tits and that's all."
"Oh, fuck."
"Take it or leave it," growled Marlon. "Come on, help me get her in position."
"What-what are you going to do?" Sally squealed pitifully as the brutal gang members pushed her up onto all fours so that her long blonde hair was carpeting over her back and her huge tits were dragging on the floor.
Marlon slapped her on the rump as if she were a piece of meat. "Shut up. You'll see in a minute."
Sally began weeping piteously, her neck held strongly in position by one of the boys, her long gold hair falling around the sides of her face. She had the impression from the movement and sounds around her that her dominators were taking off their clothes.
Cruel hands moved her helpless love-slave's body around on the carpet, positioning her as if she were a mindless animal. For a while she couldn't hear anything of what was going on because she was sobbing so hard.
And then suddenly there were fingers attempting to draw her buttocks cheeks apart. Instinctively she clenched her legs and ass tight in reaction to the horrifying consideration of what they were trying to do.
But their savage hands were too strong. Her buttocks parted like a curtain and then strange fingers were sliding up through the wet folds of her cunt and wiping the juice off around her tightly puckered anus. She screamed as an index finger was forced wetly up into that previously virginal hole.
"Jesus, what an ass," came a voice behind her. "I'm gonna love screwing into that."
Sally wept morosely and pleaded with her tormentors, but her sad cries only seemed to drive them to further depths of degradation. Hands were everywhere holding her neck savagely in place, imprisoning her waist so that her hips could not wobble, and so on. And then through her terrified haze she could feel small wiry hands at her buttocks again, parting them widely as a finger proceeded to seesaw high up into her rapidly juicening rectum. Cool air was like ice on the burning hot interior between her legs.
"Too tight," came the voice behind her again. "I'll never get my cock into that. Better stretch it."
Sally groaned as the finger worked harder in her rubbery rectum. It seemed an eternity before the pain began gradually to subside. She relaxed slightly but then suddenly there was a second finger squirming high up into her anal aperture, dragging another burst of groans from her exhausted lips. She tried to move her behind up and away, but the hands held her forcibly imprisoned.
"Oh no, please, oh God, it hurts, it hurts," she moaned, tears of humiliation and agony racing over her cheeks as she realized what must be coming next. This brute in back of her meant to force his penis into her aching backside in the most un-natural act imaginable.
There could be no more extreme humiliation for her than that. Flickering images of Randy, Viola and Cliff raced through her lust-sogged brain. They were probably watching her being degraded so miserably. She would never be able to face the world again after this horrid subjugation. Surely she would die from it.
One more time she tried to drag her anus off his raping fingers, but the gang held her fast. She was impaled like an insect in a collection. The fingers dug hard into her rear channel, breaking little cries of pain from her puffy lips. Yet slowly her anal passage was being expanded and the pain was definitely subsiding.
Then as suddenly as he had shoved his fingers into her, he dragged them out again with a loud pop. Much to her surprise the elastic ring of her anus attempted to follow them. But abruptly the rough hands were on her buttocks again, holding her anus open to the cool night air. Her behind was high in the air behind her now, waving as if with open invitation to the savage ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed with abject submission.
"Jesus, she wants it, Red. Lookit that blonde little ass-hole beg for it."
Suddenly she could feel a pair of hairy legs pressing against hers. She felt wide open and horribly vulnerable, completely at the mercy of these sex fiends. She bit down on her lip until it bled, struggling to keep her sanity and hold back the endless river of tears welling from her enslaved eyes.
Then suddenly there was a long, thick cock forcing itself into the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped in surprise at the first contact. It was immense! How could she possibly take that into her virginal rectum! She jerked and twisted under the imprisoning hands.
"Hold her shoulders, doddammit! She's twistin' all over the fuckin' place!"
Brutal hands dug harder into her shoulders, fixing her in place as if she were a piece of machinery being screwed into a shop floor. She was absolutely pinned and unable to move. Wide and helpless before the inevitable onslaught of the depraved beast behind her. She could feel his hairy loins grating at the pure smoothness of her elegant flesh, the huge searching cock probing boldly into her anal crevice.
Hands caressed her hips and buttocks, thumbs pressing her tiny winking anus wide open. Then suddenly there was a probing of soft and rubbery flesh between those thumbs which was gradually expanding into a hard, irresistible bluntness.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" she gasped desperately through her tears, but the fierce instrument pressing into her backside broke through the snug outer ring which gave way with small resistance before the unyielding bestial pressure.
"Jesus Christ hold her down!" yelled the voice behind her. "Oh Moses, she's tight!"
Sally screamed with pain, then groaned again, both sounds going completely unheeded by the beast who was mounting her. There would be no reprieve, not this time, and she knew that she had to give herself up to it, to blot it out of her mind but to cease to fight it. That was the only way to preserve her tremulous sanity.
She felt a sharp intake of her breath as the torture in her loins became excruciating. Brutal hands controlled her shoulders, hips and waist and fondled absently with her swinging breasts. There would be no escape from the horror of this depraved attack on her innocent golden flesh. The blunt intrusion of that foreign cock into her anus vibrated through every fiber of her quivering being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her painfully stretched anal passage aside and imparting fiercely echoing waves of pain before it.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee," she screamed. "Stop. You're killing me!"
She felt as if she were being impaled on a redwood log. This thing had seized her very soul. She was no longer a human female, but a beast on a spit being roasted over an open fire. She no longer existed nor had any independence whatever in the face of this monstrous force around which all of her body and soul had become wrapped. She gagged and gurgled like a mindless child as it pressed forward through her puppet being. Her eyes and nostrils flared wide with torment and then at last she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her aristocratic buttocks. His savage thickness was buried in her rectum right to the hilt.
"Okay," panted the voice behind her, the voice of her possessor, "that's it. I'm all the way in. Get under her."
Get under her? Now, what did he mean by that?
In another horrifying moment she had her answer, for Marlon's body came sliding underneath her, his hands gripping her breasts and joggling them from side to side. His upraised cock scraped along the insides of her thighs, and then one hand cut into the moist folds of her open pussy. She groaned and pressed backward onto the imprisoning penis stuck so deeply in her rectum. Marlon continued playing with her cunt as if looking for something, and then his fingers dug deeply into her passion-drenched cunt, separating the two sides so that her cunt became an open oval like a human navel. Then he oh so gently fitted his penis into her wide-open pussy slit, jerking his hips suddenly upward and letting her beautiful hot wet vagina close about his organ with its instinctive undulating female kiss for the male member.
The boy in back of her swung back and forth so that his cock reamed the sides of her rectum and made her cry out with pain. Simultaneously there was a speedy uprush of Marlon's penis and she could feel the two cocks bumping into each other deep inside her helplessly skewered belly. Somehow at this point every last centimeter of reserve seemed to break down in Sally's chest and addled brain and loins. Two cocks inside of her! Incredible! All at once the last vestige of psychological defense against eroticism evaporated. The sheer mind-bending lasciviousness of having two cocks inside her, one jiggling her rectum while the other slid through her vaginal chamber, was irresistable. Sally found herself gibbering and gurgling with pleasure as the two instruments proceeded to move in and out of her with a practiced rhythm.
Her groans were no longer filled with anguish but with the sheerest blinding pleasure. There was something exquisite and indescribable, uncatalogueable about the feeling of the cock in her rectum. It wasn't quite like sex, nor like shitting or anything else she could think of it. It was simply different but indescribably delicious.
The boy in her rear began muttering obscenities as he rode back and forth within her exposed bottom. Beneath her, Marlon sucked on her breasts and squeezed them over his face as he worked his long, thick hardness all around inside her belly. Sally felt an absolutely savage orgasm approaching her loins, withdrawing teasingly, then returning. She gasped and did her best to help the two of them, moving carefully so that neither member would be accidentally withdrawn. She had never felt so debauched in her life and yet in a way it had freed her for this beautiful, delirious feeling that was swirling so achingly through her passion-drenched loins. The rod in her backside was moving in long, insistent strokes that provoked ardent cries of ecstasy and desire from her sex-drugged lips, while the other cudgel in her cunt rotated and made her feel as if she were dying or losing her mind all rolled up together.
And then suddenly there was something else rough hands grabbed her hair and jerked her golden head sharply to the side. There was only momentary revulsion on her part, and then with a soft ecstatic sigh she parted her sensually full lips to take in the huge fleshy cock that was being forced in anyway. The soft spongy flesh bumped her teeth and she opened them, allowing it to slide hotly into the open furnace of her panting throat until she gagged from its bumping. She realized that she was going to be used her mouth was going to be used, as was her backside and her cunt as a receptacle for lewd hot sperm, but she didn't care, she didn't care. She wanted all of that hot male cum pumped into her throat so that she could swallow it and go out of her mind with depravity.
The glans of the giant cock-head slid wetly in and out of her open mouth, and she wrapped her long hot tongue around it. The tiny droplets of pre-coital liquid filled the warm cavern between her cheeks with salty, pungent flavor, but she loved it.
Yes, she thought, I love it. Oh God I love it, it's so good. I'm going to suck his balls off. She didn't notice at all the large meaty hands holding her hair, because it was totally unnecessary. She wanted this huge delicious cock now, wanted it as much as she wanted those two rods of lust-engorged male flesh that were pummeling her cunt and anus.
She could see the small tufts of black pubic hair curling out around the base of the powerful young instrument as it moved in and out of her mouth. It was impossible to tell whether her head was bobbing or his pelvis was grinding into her face, but it made no difference, for she loved this big thick cock now and she was sucking it to death regardless of every other consideration in the world.
She ran her tongue wetly around the lubricated glans, flicking the tip of her tongue into the small open slit with its oozing cum and licking it off. She could feel this immense young penis pulsating in her mouth as if it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a gushing fountain of orgiastic juice, a blow-off of hot semen that would boil endlessly in the hot confines of her mouth, thence to slide down her throat into her ravenous churning belly.
Her head bobbed slavishly as her cheeks hollowed and her mouth sucked hungrily. She loved this great thick male cock in her mouth now, adored it, wanted to pull all the milky cum out of it like fine white wine and swallow it. Above her Blackie groaned and twisted as he shoved his cock in through her earnestly sucking lips. He shouted obscenities over her head and twisted his fingers ardently into her beautiful shining blonde hair. He'd never been sucked off by a natural blonde before, and the thought of it was driving him wild. Besides which this gorgeous blonde doll had proven to be an altogether more superior suck than anyone could possibly have expected. He was half afraid she was going to take a bite out of his testicles. He watched with delight the childish cupid-bow lips ovaling over his throbbing shaft, and felt as if gun powder was ready to explode from the barrels of his balls right along its entire length. She was sucking his cock as if it were candy for a starving child. Meanwhile Marlon and Red were assaulting her front and rear, pummeling her rear like crazy and ramming upward into her cunt with bucking hips. She seemed able to handle it all and eager for more.
He began jerking wildly, making her gag as he tried to drive his cock even deeper down her slavish throat, but her gag quickly changed back to the familiar delighted gurgle. Sally's eyes rolled in her head as she considered that any moment cum would be pouring in a flood from that scrumptuous bloated cock. She could feel it throbbing in her wildly laving mouth and licked it even more desperately as it slid in and out, urging it towards orgasm and her ultimate humiliation which no longer seemed like humiliation but rather the most beautiful thing that could happen to any woman.
"That's it, baby, suck suck suck!" Blackie gritted above her, twisting her hair painfully and straining backwards.
Sally gurgled happily and licked and nibbled at the thrusting tool in her face simultaneously as the other end of her undulated over the cocks in her rectum and vagina with a natural female coordination that Sally would never have believed she possessed. His testicles bounced against her chin and there was a stale odor of sweat from dirty underwear that she found desperately attractive and heady and musky. Her nostrils flared as she tried to absorb all of its pungent scent.
Behind her, Red was going out of his mind as his climax came hurtling toward him down a roller coaster of sensation. He fucked into her backside harder and faster, battering mercilessly at the quivering buttocks cheeks which already looked raw pink and used from the terribly pummeling they had received. He gripped her waist hard, occasionally bumping Marlon's cock in the narrow confines, his neck and head straining back for release, squeezing painfully the soft flaccid flesh between his fingers. His lips bared back from his teeth, and he could no longer close his mouth over the exploding gasps of his sex-mad breath. Suddenly he began whooshing with short, staccato-like blasts that crackled obscenely throughout the little house. He looked down at her bucking backside and watched her sucking off Blackie, his penis slick with spit as it moved powerfully in and out of her mouth. The contrast of Blackie's filthy prick disappearing into the blonde perfection of her tanned face and pink cupid lips was wildly exciting and sent electric chills racing up and down his spine. He began ripping at her buttocks with his fingernails, stretching the twin firm moons as wide as he could so that he could see his own thick cock disappearing into the brown anal channel.
"Oh my God," he muttered, "oh my God..."
Red began making short demonic yells. It seemed to him as his cock disappeared into her anus that she was eating it alive in there. Sweat dripped from his forehead and all over his chest and her elegantly curved back. His eyes flickered smokily back to the way she was ardently sucking off Blackie and to the ecstatic look on Blackie's face. Sally licked and sucked like a starving child, working his cock over like crazy within the blast furnace shelter of her mouth. Beneath her Marlon was still worming upward through her hot wet cuntal folds, kneading her joggling breasts roughly where they hung down beneath her bucking and ravished torso.
The saliva in Sally's mouth grew extravagantly, mixing with the sticky emission from Blackie's pre-orgasmic erection. Her nose buried in Blackie's pubic hair as he ground his pelvis into her earnest lovely face. His hips writhed and strained as if he were dying. Now! Sally thought, it has to be now!
Blackie's fingers tightened spasmodically in her long blonde hair as he pulled the young bride's face up and back over his wildly thrusting penis. By now he was imagining that her mouth was a cunt. It only puzzled his passion-dazed mind that his hairy crotch was not meeting her pubic hair. To Sally it seemed as if his blood-bloated instrument had expanded in her jaws until there was not an iota of room left.
Now, she thought it again, it had to be now.
Suddenly Blackie jerked convulsively and writhed his crotch tightly into her face until she choked on his cock, the full length of it deep within her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, and then suddenly it was there.
THERE!
Hot, thick white cum erupted into her ravenously sucking mouth in a torrent as if from a broken dam, and she gurgled ecstatically, trying to swallow it all. At precisely the same moment both Red and Marlon began jerking and shuddering out of control, and then the boys were pouring cum into her from three directions. The blow-off all of those geysers into her sex-crazed belly, rectum and throat, threw her into such a fit of ecstasy that deep, orgasmic waves of pleasure shuddered through her enslaved flesh without stop, until finally she had to stop sucking because she couldn't control her lips anymore. Her mouth came off Blackie's cock and her head hung down helpless as waves of pleasure inundated her sex-dissolved flesh. Sally panted like an animal, her eyes tightly closed, her entire body given over to this fierce, pleasure-giving, soul-destroying orgasm.
The feeling seemed to last for an eternity, and then, her eyes glazed, she took up sucking on Blackie's deflating penis again. By now most of his hot jets had squirted all over her face as his hips jerked orgiastically. She didn't seem to notice, and just continued sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, her cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of Blackie's volcanic sperm, which was like molten hot but delicious salty lava in her throat. She was scarcely aware of it as his penis oozed from out of her lips limply in a slimy soft mass, and just kept lapping at it in order to drink all of his wonderfully delicious cum.
She rested her cheek happily, so wonderfully relaxed as never before, against the rubbery soft tube of flesh, although there was still some grunting behind her as Red endeavored to pour in the remainder of his load. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one final ass-smashing rush, and Red fucked into her mercilessly, yelling his head off, his face contorted with joy. His hot liquid semen spewed deep into her body and a long series of "aaaaahhhhhs" broke from his panting lips.
Then there were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against her soft cream-white buttocks, a desperate digging of his fingernails into the flaccid soft flesh of her flanks, and then he fell face forward over her back, pushing her face deeply into the hairy nest of Blackie's pubis, where she nibbled again on his penis and gurgled contentedly. There was a cool rush of air between her thighs as his deflating pole of muscle withdrew from her ravaged anal passage.
How long did she lie there? She had no idea, then or later. She lay there dreaming, occasionally sucking mindlessly on Blackie's spent cock, or running her hand over the placid roll of dough between Marlon's legs, or running her hands affectionately up over Red's thighs and buttocks.
And maybe she might never have gotten up again at all, if she hadn't suddenly seen the gun pointing in her direction.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh Jesus," Red whispered, as the first to look up. Marlon was in a post-orgasmic doze, and Blackie's eyes were shut as he panted his way back to normalcy. The other boys were dozing around the room over their beer, although one was asleep with his head in the hairy nest of Viola's pussy, who was also looking dazedly up at Cliff, standing in back of her with Tex's gun in his hand.
"Okay, boys," Cliff Mathis said, pulling the safety back, "get up. And make it nice and easy, because I'm very nervous."
"Now-now, look, mister," Red stammered, jumping up with his hands in the air. The other youths came dazedly to, and looked at Cliff as if they hadn't as yet quite pieced together the alteration in the situation.
"Get up!" Cliff snarled, kicking in the head the boy who had been dozing in Viola's cunt. Viola jumped up and ran upstairs to the bedroom, her breasts and buttocks joggling as she ran. The boy rolled over across the floor and lay there inert, breathing heavily.
Tex sat up on the couch, looked at Cliff, considered saying something but instead moved over to the other side of the room with Marlon, Red and the others. Sally, getting her senses together somewhat, began dumbly picking up her clothes. Then she moved over to Cliffs side of the room and started dressing, her face all flushed. The dog Shep gave a warning growl at Cliff, who shifted the gun from Tex to the dog.
"Come over here, Shep," said Marlon softly, and the big German shepherd went over to his master, who gripped his collar tightly.
"Hold it!" barked Cliff, waving his gun at Red, who was drawing on his pants. "You won't need those. Leave them off."
Red let his jeans drop around his ankles. "Take your feet out of them," Cliff commanded. Red did as he was told. Cliff waved the gun around the room in a semi-circle, stopping at each youth in turn. "Don't any of you jerks put your clothes on. Just stay as you are." He nodded at Fredo and two others. "You two guys take off your boots and step out of your jeans and shorts."
The boys did as they were told, if sullenly. Only one of them came up retaining his hard-on. They gave Cliff no argument or smart talk. Being Chicago boys, they had a healthy respect for a gun in the hands of an outraged citizen.
"You'd better drop that cock or I'm going to shoot it off, sonny," said Cliff, pointing at the youth with a hard-on. The erection dissolved almost immediately.
Sally had put on her clothes and slipped in back of Randy to unbuckle the belt around his wrists. She couldn't bear to look her husband in the face, and was blushing furiously. She hadn't noticed at all Cliffs surreptitious movements toward Tex's gun. How had he gotten loose from the black leather belt that lay next to Randy on the floor? There was probably a story in that. She'd probably learn about it someday if either of the two men ever spoke to her again.
She was convinced that her life was finished as Randy's wife. Where would she go now? What would she do? Would the divorce be very lengthy and drawn-out? She made up her mind not to contest it. He had a right to be rid of her after this ghastly ordeal forced to watch his wife engaged in the most abominable acts.
And what was worse, enjoying them.
She closed her eyes and shivered as she considered the obscenity of her behavior.'
Or had it been obscene? Wasn't it true as well that there was no way in the world to blot out the fact from her memory that those acts had unleashed the floodgates of her personality, in a sense? Releasing feelings and emotions that she would never have dreamed existed within her well-brought-up flesh?
All that her mother had taught her about sex being dirty. Somehow she could no longer feel that now. And somehow, she doubted that she would ever feel it again, tomorrow or the day after or even after. It may be that her life was changing more than she could possibly suspect right now.
But did it have to change for the worse? Beginning with Randy leaving her? She knew that she could never live without him now. No matter what he had done and how she had been disgusted with him after that rather minor affair with Viola. Strange how it seemed so minor now. And yet it had driven her to tears and totally disintegrated her personality earlier that night. Now Randy's misbehavior seemed rather innocuous. Indeed, it could scarcely be counted as misbehavior at all. After all, Viola was her friend, wasn't she? And she was their friend, too. As was Cliff Mathis, her husband. Sex, after all, was a relatively minor exchange to effect between one's friends. It was more or less in the nature of borrowing one's car.
Or was it more than that? Somehow she was in a mood to question the whole value of the monogamous system.
What a departure! To question all of her most thorough life-long conditioning after a mere few hours of rampant sex!
And yet that was what it had come to. She no longer disapproved of Cliff for taking advantage of her alcoholic position to lick her between her legs. Indeed, the very thought made her loins tingle crazily. Nor was she angry with Viola for allowing Randy to do the same thing with her. After all, Viola was her beloved friend.
She smiled to herself as she considered the wild scene between Viola and the German shepherd. Now, that was obscene. And yet it had been strangely exciting, to watch a mewling Viola being fucked by a rampaging dog. Sally even found herself half wondering what it was like...
All this ran through her head in the short moments it took to free Randy. She slipped the black leather belt off his wrists, he rubbed them and then, without giving her so much as a nod, ran up to the first boy he saw and knocked him flat with a punch in the face.
Cliff held the gun on the gang while Randy went to each youth in turn, punching away. When he reached Marlon, Shep growled a warning.
"Knock me down and I'll have to let him go, man," said Marlon.
Randy looked at Cliff indecisively, but Cliff only smiled. "I've got a better plan for these aborigines, Randy. Why don't you step aside?"
Randy sat down on the couch, his hands dangling loosely between his legs. Everybody's eyes were focused on Cliff. Viola had come out at the top of the stairs and was gazing downward with a strange, fixated stare.
"All right," said Cliff firmly, "you three guys in leather jackets. Take them off and drop them in a pile." When they hesitated, he waved the gun angrily. "Be quick, you sons of bitches, or I'll blow your guts out! And no jury will ever convict me."
The boys did as they were told. Marlon was still holding Shep in firm check.
"All right. Now take off your shoes, pants, and underwear."
The boys bit their lips and looked all sobby, but they did as they were told.
"We're going to catch cold, man."
Cliff laughed, looking over at Randy, who smiled wanly. Then Cliffs face soured. "Either that way or with a hole in your guts," he said. "Which is it going to be?"
Now the gang was all stripped from the waist down, while three of them Marlon, Red and Blackie were completely naked. And they were shivering. A cold night wind seemed to have come up from somewhere.
Cliff went over to an end table and picked up a cigarette. Sally came up and lit it for him, still so ashamed and embarrassed that she didn't dare look him in the eye. She glanced over at Randy. Would he ever again speak to her? He must be totally disgusted.
"What now, man?" asked Marlon.
Cliff gestured with the gun. "Now nothing, man. You're free to go."
"What?" Randy exploded.
"We'll thrash this out later," Cliff told him.
"Over my dead body," protested Randy. "These bastards belong in jail."
"What about our clothes, man," whined Red. "We'll catch our death of cold out there."
Cliff shrugged. "Tough." Then his face toughened. He waved the gun again. "Okay get going!" He looked at his watch. "If you're not all out those doors in sixty sexonds, I'm going to start shooting. And like I say, no jury will ever convict me. And boss man " He indicated Marlon, " gets it in the balls first."
There was a rush for the door, Marlon in the lead and dragging Shep after him. The boys got partly stuck in the door, then squeezed out in masse and raced for their bikes. Viola trotted downstairs and the two couples went to the window to watch them go.
Suddenly Cliff and Randy began laughing. They put their arms around each other and slapped each other's backs. "Christ, they look funny!" Randy yelled. The gang was totally naked at least from the waist down, their flaccid penises dangling in the cool night, their testicles bouncing on the frigid leather seats. Shep was sitting up in back of Marlon strapped to his back, his forepaws on Marlon's shoulders and his tongue dangling out. There was something about the entire scene so irrepressibly funny that Viola and Sally, their arms now around each other's waist, could not resist laughing out loud, albeit with their hands over their mouths.
Cliff looked at Randy. "Well, what do you say?"
Randy nodded. He shook Cliffs hand warmly. "I'd say that you were smarter than me. I'd have shot the sons of bitches and made a lengthy court case out of it that would have totally ruined our lives."
Then the two men turned and looked at their wives. Viola and Sally looked sheepishly away, then separated. Viola went upstairs, slowly, her head cast down, while Sally went around the room picking up the remainder of her things a cigarette case, a lighter, her brown leatherette purse she had bought in Mexico the previous summer. Her face had an absent, self-conscious look. The roar of seven motorcycles echoed through the still night air as the gang rode off. Then Sally went into the kitchen and out the back door, not saying anything, and across the patio and through the small green separation that led to the Parker property. She went into her house through the back door and closed the door behind her.
* * *
Randy and Cliff stood by the Mathis front window talking for several minutes in low, serious tones. Cliff offered Randy a cigarette and smoked thoughtfully. "I think we might owe those boys a little something," he said after a minute.
Randy looked at him significantly. Then he looked around to see if anyone was listening. "I don't know," he said after a bit, "these last few minutes I've probably been thinking the same thing you are."
Cliff nodded. "Sure. I've got a hard-on, what about you?"
"like a keg of dynamite," said Randy with a small, slow smile. His eyes lidded over and he looked thoughtful. "It was agonizing, but I have to admit that when Sally was getting it from those three guys I really had a hard-on the whole time that could have been used as a steam drill bit to break out concrete curbs. But what about you? Didn't it bother you when Viola got it from that animal?"
Cliff shrugged. "Sure it did. At first. But then I realized that I had an erection and that it was getting me all excited. And you have to admit that that scene with Sally and the three Devil's Angels was terrific."
Randy smiled. He took a drag on his cigarette and let the smoke curl out slowly. "She seemed to like it so well, too," he said thoughtfully, after a pause.
Cliff tossed his head sourly. "Well, you have to admit it was a pretty difficult situation for a grown woman to find herself in. That was one hell of a lot of titillation she had to put up with. I would say that her self-control was good, considering."
"Considering what?"
"Considering that she probably liked it," Cliff chuckled. After a minute Randy joined him with a slow, quiet smile.
'Then what do you propose we do?"
"I don't know." Cliff curled his lips and threw the revolver onto the couch after removing the six bullets. "I've been giving that matter a lot of thought." He looked at Randy. "This business is kind of funny, in a way. You see, I half suspected that you and Viola were up to no good--. "
"We were."
"Oh? Well, fair enough, because I did something with Sally that maybe I should have been ashamed of. But the coming of this gang has kind of cleared the air in a way, and made our other hang-ups seem rather pale by comparison. I probably shouldn't tell you this but Viola and I haven't been getting along too well sexually for some time."
Randy frowned. "And Sally was the worst goddamned prude you ever saw until those three maniacs made her lose her head." He shrugged. "Of course, it remains to be seen how all this will affect her permanently."
Cliff sighed. "Well, it's a relief anyway to see that we can preserve such equanimity in the face of what would ordinarily be considered a calamity." He looked up the stairs toward his bedroom. "Well, maybe I'd better go upstairs and see how Viola is taking it. She looked pretty distraught. You'd better see to Sally."
"Right."
Cliff took the stairs two at a time, and Randy went out through the back door and across the patio toward his darkened house.
* * *
Viola had been lying there naked in their big king-size bed for some time, her fingers coursing thoughtfully through her jet black pubic hair, occasionally running a curl in her fingers, or slipping her fingers into the soft wet lips of her cunt. One long arm was thrown back of her head, resting in the lengthy curls of her black hair.
Her mind had been running completely over the events of the day and everything that had happened.
First, Randy had eaten her and finally given her an orgasm so exquisite she'd thought she must be dying. Then there had been the lasciviously exciting business of having her clothes ripped off and being forced to watch Sally being fucked from behind by that big blonde boy. After that the dog had arrived-
She squinted up her eyes as she considered and tried to remember the slithery feel of that slimy pink animal penis entering her vaginal chambers. The thing itself had been too thin to impart much sensation compared to Cliffs husky thick cock, but what had been most exciting was the desperate quality of the obscene act and the lewd feel of the dog's forepaws on her back. Nor had its panting in her ears been unexciting, either. There had been something fearfully illicit altogether and consequently exciting about the thought that one's lover was wagging its tail. She wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she had totally lost herself, lost her head and her flesh in that obscene, convulsing passion. There was probably something, she thought now, in all of those legends of half-man, half-beast satyrs in human mythology. She wondered idly, twisting a long black curl, how many other woman and girls had savored such a relationship since the beginning of mankind. There may have been quite a few. No doubt in earlier times, when mankind was closer to bestiality, there had been more than there would today. Nonetheless she expected that she was not alone. That dog had had some experience with women, and the whole gang had known it. The German shepherd had known just what to do, exactly where to look for the wet fleshy channel between her legs. It had mounted her as if it was used to her contours, as if it had mounted many women before. Viola shuddered. Nor would she probably be the last.
Still, even with the speed of that fucking, and the sheer lasciviousness of it, she didn't feel as if a dog could ever be a substitute for a man's cock. A man's was thicker, and besides which men had imagination and knew how to love a woman in many different ways. With a dog, sex would always be the same from time to time.
She shook out her long black hair, got up and went to her dressing table. Looking at her voluptuous, undeniably beautiful reflection in the mirror, she cupped her enormous breasts in her hands and pressed them together. That was what men wanted, she thought, tits.
She shook out her hair again. There could be no question that she was a desirable, so how was it that sex had soured between herself and Cliff? Could it be that she had been too much of a prude, that she had not been aggressive enough? She should have forced him to make love if he was distracted by his problems. A woman should always be able to find a way. After all, there was no penis so soft that it wouldn't harden under a woman's lips.
Which regenerated the vision of Sally sucking so desperately on that dark boy's long thick penis, with it passing obscenely in and out of her full, pouty red lips. While one lad fornicated her rectum and another jiggled his penis around in the dripping clutch of her vagina.
Lord that had been intoxicating, she thought, brushing out her long dark hair. Her desire had escalated wildly watching Sally being raped three ways, and her slit had been a veritable flood of sex-juice. It had been all she could to do keep from grabbing the penis of the boy who had been lying with his head in her crotch. Being fucked by a dog and liking it was one thing, but being turned on as a voyeur was quite another.
After combing out her hair, she applied her lipstick, using the reddest she could find and making her mouth a large, wet oval. She didn't blot her lips, so that her mouth was red and waxy like a whore's. Then she attached some rosiness as well to her nipples and areolas, making them large and unnaturally red.
My God, I'm turned on tonight, she thought, gulping, and she opened a bottle of olive oil, poured a little in her palm and rubbed her palm into her belly. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue licking at her bright red lips. Then for no particular reason she applied some of the olive oil to her hair, so that it clung to her neck and shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked at her magnificent body. It was shining now as if she had been dipped in honey. She smiled to herself and rummaged through her makeup again, found what she wanted, and began applying indigo to her eyelids. With some black on her eyelashes to make them long and sexy, her eyes now appeared to have turned almost purple.
My Jesus, she thought, I'm the sexiest thing I ever saw. She moved her naked legs slightly and felt the heated tingle expanding between them.
And then came the voice: "You look like an Indian girl," behind her.
Viola looked into the mirror and smiled at Cliff, her husband. She knew what he was seeing. All about her skin and hair was a sense of freedom and moist heat as if her whole body was breathing freely and soaked in the dew of its own breath. Her vaginal slit felt as if it were on fire with one of those muscle-relaxing ointments.
She turned around and faced him. He had come up close behind her, so that her lips were almost on a level with the most unseemly bulge in his crotch. She looked up at him and fluttered her long dark eyelashes. Then her hand came up and grabbed that bulge. "Darling," she cooed, "you were magnificent tonight."
He looked at her puzzled.
"I mean, the way you threw those boys out." She nuzzled her nose and lips against his protruding erection. "I can't remember when I've seen a man more manly than you."
Cliff blinked. It hadn't occurred to him that he had done anything special, but maybe she was right. Anyway, it didn't hurt anything to accept her admiration for whatever it was worth, at face value. He pushed his fingers into her long black hair, which seemed now to be exotically scented. As he did this, her fingers worked furiously at the zipper on his trousers. She reached in, then, and through the slot in his briefs to grip his long thick sexual member and draw it out. Then, before he knew what was happening, the soft lip stick painted surfaces of her bright red lips were rolling over his rigid penis, caressing the glans cap and moving smoothly down the entire stem until her nose was buried in his pubic hair...
Viola had never in all their married life ever sucked him off, and he was really amazed that she could take in all of his eight inches right down to the bottom of her throat. Her movement took him quite by surprise, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the snug ovals of her sensuously full mouth moved so wetly over the tightly stretched skin of his penis. He had never dreamed he'd see the day when Viola would ever suck on his cock, but she was doing so now ... and beautifully. His eyes rolled backward in his head and his loins pressed forward, his fingers moving down the side of her lovely face to caress her suck-hollowing cheeks.
She was using her tongue ardently now, slowly at first, then she could feel it swiping around him, making his penis dance like a puppet on string, jerking with each fresh thrill. Cliff felt as if his balls were cauldrons bubbling with hot oil. A thin copper wire was electrifying him all the entire length of his prickling penis. Her lips were wonderfully soft and smooth, enclosing him like a snug elastic ring, surrounding his prick with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands to either side of her hollowing face and pressed inward, feeling his fingers bump his cock through her elastic cheeks.
Now she was sucking with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as if she had done this thousands of times before. His sex-crazed mind could scarcely wonder where she had learned it. His testicles were throbbing as if they were filled with gunpowder. All the hunger of her vagina was now concentrated within her cock-filled mouth. Cliff groaned and began moaning obscene imprecations which only served to excite her more. He yearned desperately to cum and watch her swallow his spunk, and she wanted it just as much, to feel that hot spermy liquid spilling down her throat and over her jaws and dripping down her chin onto her neck.
He flexed his loins in and out of her open lips and groaned with every fierce, soul-dissolving suck. His drugged mind saw her open mouth as if it were a cunt, hot and filled with heated love-juice, undulating vagina walls caressing his manful organ as it plunged in and out. His every nerve ending seemed to be located only within those savagely sucking jaws and nowhere else in his entire body. He felt as if his aching loins were burning up in the heat of their own lust as his glistening penis disappeared into her ardent saliva-filled mouth.
She buried her face in his loins with each lewd downstroke, nuzzling her nose in his thick pubic hair. Cliff groaned and held her head closer, then moved it back. His balls slapped against her chin as she worked him over, and the pressure was becoming excruciating and unbearable. He felt as if his cock was the Empire State Building, filled with gelignite right to the top floor and ready to go nova.
And then, all of a sudden, Cliff began jerking and panting out of breath, gasping obscenities and flailing at her hair as his loins came boiling over, spitting hot white sperm the entire length of his penis and into her throat, so that Viola gagged violently, swallowed, and struggled desperately to absorb the overflow. He gripped her head more tightly and shoved his cock as deeply as he could into her tonsils. She gagged again and his sticky white cum burst through the elastic sides of her mouth, spilling over her face and his glistening, vein-ridged penis. She groaned as his fiery thick liquid spurted into her ecstatic jaws, bloating her cheeks until she thought she would burst. Her mouth worked gluttonously, swallowing fast and sputtering up the excess to keep from choking on the sticky milky semen as his testicles pumped relentlessly along the sperm-ridge beneath his cock, emptying his entire load into her starving throat.
Cliffs body shuddered and trembled as the last of his masculine juice drained from his rapidly deflating organ. He tangled his fingers in her thick hair and groaned out the last of his staccato-like climax. But she would not let him remove his exhausted cock from her earnest lips. Instead she nibbled and licked until every last trace of cum had been devoured or dripped down her chin and caked up elsewhere. Then she finally let it slip out, a thin string of milky sperm joining their mouth-cock connection. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him adoringly. Her eyes were glazed over and smoky, with purplish, desire-drugged pupils.
"Fuck me," she croaked.
Cliff whooshed a swift intake of breath. "Well," he muttered dazedly, partly in amazement as he watched his penis gradually elongating again without any outside encouragement whatever, "it certainly looks as if there are going to be some changes around here."
And then there was a heart-stopping knock at the door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Viola and Cliff started. Who could it be at this time of night? "Who is it?"
"Sally and Randy. May we come in?"
Cliff opened the door and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Sure. Why the hell didn't you say so? You gave us the fright of our lives. I almost had a baby. Come on in." His lengthy penis, still very thick and heavily ridged with large, pulsating blue veins, was still hanging out of his pants. He didn't bother to cover it up indeed it didn't even occur to him as he lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. "Well, what's on your mind?" He looked at his watch. "Getting pretty late," he said, actually eager to shove his cock deep between his own wife's shapely legs. He looked at Viola with an altogether new and fresh feeling of urgent desire. She was probably the most gorgeous piece in the world.
Viola, with the ice broken already so many times that evening, did not bother to cover her nakedness, although she did close her legs with a bit of modesty over the sticky sweat emanating around her pussy and upper thighs. She fluttered her eyelashes at Sally, who looked lovely in a sheer blue silk peignoir that matched so well her marvelous honey tan and the shining blonde of her coppery hair.
"I know it's late," said Randy, "but we're all going to have a hard time sleeping tonight anyway, so I thought it might be as good a time as any to lay our cards on the table. Cliff, you know by now that I've screwed Viola. And so does Sally."
Viola blushed, but she wasn't offended. Indeed, his obscenity sent a hot flash of coital fluid through her vaginal walls. It was all an open secret now. They had been through too much together. They were almost like a single family. They had seen each other naked, and shared each other's bodies. They had watched each other fornicating and making love and being forced to have sex with strangers. There was no longer any reason for false modesty between them. They knew each other too intimately.
"All right," said Cliff, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. "Go on."
"Okay, so that's out of the way," said Randy, looking around at the two women and ringing his hands. "We all four of us know that Viola and I have made love, and there's no conflict. Sally knows it, and she doesn't mind or care. Is that right, dear?"
Sally nodded and smiled. She and Viola took each other's hand and smiled at each other like loving sisters.
"All right, then," Randy went on, looking Cliff right in the eyes, "and Sally has told me all about what you did with her "
Cliff looked at him.
" and I don't care. All I want to know now, Cliff, is what we owe you."
"Owe me?" Cliffs face screwed up in puzzlement.
Randy gestured. "You saved us from that gang. There's no telling what might have happened. And now we're at a perfect juncture to continue on a perfectly ideal relationship. I love Sally but I love Viola, too, in a way. I find her sexually attractive. And I know that you want Sally. Is that right?"
Cliff gulped and sighed, "Yes, I guess it is. So what are we to do about it? I've probably behaved pretty badly." His eyes traveled up Sally's luxuriant form and his penis began bobbing. She had magnificent legs, the tiniest waist, a nicely curved belly, and above it all those magnificent breasts curving slightly at the top and jutting outward through the thin silk material, its huge dark aureoles making his mouth water. It wasn't natural for a woman to have a body like that and all that long blonde hair ... he could feel his erection throbbing madly...
"Nonsense," Randy laughed. He wrung his hands again in what Cliff was beginning to think of as an annoying gesture. "Now we can both have everything just as we want it. I want Sally and Viola, you want Viola and Sally. Right?"
Cliffs face screwed up, puzzled. That was about the size of it, all right.
"Well," Randy went on, "Viola's agreeable so long as you don't mind. And Sally's agreeable too, now." He looked at her with the fond smile of an older brother. She blushed uncertainly and reached for the heavy bulge in his crotch, fondling his sex expertly.
Cliff looked at Sally. That certainly wasn't like her, all right. Sally had changed somehow.
"Our little affair with the gang has opened Sally's eyes to the wonderful world of sex," said Randy, "and she also sees the wonderful possibilities in our two homes. Around the world millions of people practice polygamy, so it can't be fattening or unhealthy. And she-likes you too, Cliff. She's told me so. She says you have the most beautiful tongue in the world."
Sally blushed furiously and looked embarrassed as a teen-age girl on her first date. "You didn't have to tell him that," she said sheepishly.
Randy went on, ignoring her as she continued to fondle his genitals. "The point is, Sally and Viola like each other, and I have a healthy respect for you. In a sense, we're already a family, we've shared so much."
"Well, I don't know," Cliff said doubtfully.
Cliff looked at Sally. "Well, we can work out all the details later. The point right now is that Sally has just given me the fornication of my life, and that she feels that she owes you something, too. What is it you told me you want Cliff to do to you, darling?"
Her heart fluttering in her chest, Sally's eyelashes fluttered and she looked down at her shoes. "I I said that I wanted him to to fuck me," she murmured in a wee small voice that was barely audible.
Cliffs eyebrows raised. Well, things certainly were going to be different. He could hear his heart pounding and feel his blood rushing wildly hot all over his body.
"No, but how did you want him to fuck you, dear?" Randy coaxed, a finger under her delicately formed chin. Her lips shone pink as a child's in the dim light.
"In the ass," she breathed. "That is, in my backside..." And she looked away, unable to look Cliff in the eye.
Cliff felt as if he were strangling. He looked at Viola, but she was smiling and still holding Sally's hand in friendly fashion. It was all too good to be true!
"Up on the bed!" he croaked hoarsely, unable to control himself. Suddenly he wanted his hands all over her magnificent body.
Randy laughed at the abrupt change in Cliffs demeanor. He pushed Sally towards the bed, got her up onto all fours so that her breasts were hanging down and grazing the coverlet. By now Cliffs cock was frantically hard and covered with a tracery of pulsating blue veins. He held it in his hand, pointing it at her and breathing hard, while his rod dripped clear cum all over the floor.
Upon seeing the magnificence of his immense hardened member, Sally began mewling sweetly: "Oh, Cliff, can I may I suck on it just a little, please? Oh please, darling..."
Cliff gulped and came over to where her head was, her long yellow hair streaming over one shoulder. Parting her childish pink lips like a little girl about to suck on a peppermint stick, Sally opened her mouth and totally enclosed Cliffs earnest hard member. "Aaaahhh," he sighed as his entire organ disappeared into her mouth and he began churning his loins in rhythm with her ardent suck. In back of her, Sally could feel the hot juices of her cunt seeping backward to moisten her shivering anus, which was twitching with expectancy of Cliffs mighty rod. The boy known as Red had taught her to appreciate a good, solid anal rectification. And now she wanted to keep this newly-found pleasure within their newly-won family...
Randy grinned as Cliff and Sally began their sexual adventure. Then he looked at Viola and took her hand. "Time for you and me, old girl. What do you say? Ready to join your new family?"
Viola laughed and stood up, put her arms about his neck. "Only if you promise to be good to me tonight." She squashed her huge breasts against his chest and licked his lips.
Randy's hands came up to cup her enormous breasts. "Sure," he said, "why don't we start with these?".
Their mouths mashed together in a lengthy open mouthed kiss, with their tongues going into the other's mouth and lapping at sides, top and bottom. Viola sucked furiously on his tongue, swallowing as much of his saliva as she could, that wonderful pink spear that had licked so thrillingly at her open cunt so much earlier that evening. Then, pushing him away slightly, she slid down onto the king-size bed, next to Sally, who was by now groaning with desire as Cliff sawed away mightily into her backside orifice. She could see his glistening tool as it sped in and out of the beautiful blonde young bride. And then Viola laughed and pulled at Randy. "Come on, get your clothes off. I'm starting to get sleepy, lover."
"Not lover," he corrected as he removed his clothes, hanging up his trousers carefully. "Husband. You've got a second husband from now on."
"Come on up here," she said dreamily, her eyes all smoky and half-lidded, her fingers grazing his naked hairy legs, her eyes dwelling overlong on the saber-like hang of his long, meaty cock, and the hairy sacs of his balls. "Husband or lover, I need you, Randy."
He laughed and straddled her, one foot digging its toes into Sally's joggling left breast. By now his young blonde wife was whinnying like a horse as Cliff drove madly in and out of their anal connection, his face dripping sweat and panting hoarsely. Randy centered his cock into Viola's enormous breasts and she pressed them together over it like soft flaccid pillows. Randy was not the first man to want to fuck her breasts, she thought. They were so huge, they were an inevitable attraction. Most of the men she picked up had wanted that. 'Indian-fuck' they called it, or some such obscene thing. She guided his penis into them and watched his face begin to screw up as he slowly began to draw his organ in and out of them.
She could see the pressure gradually building in his face and balls. Occasionally she could bend her face forward far enough to lick the oozing hot tip. Then he would draw it out again, his groans escalating madly until finally Randy began jerking and spewing hot white cum all over her face. It dripped off her dark eyebrows and she tried to lick it off wherever she could, or wipe it up with her hands and then lick her hands. Almost simultaneously Cliff, next to them, and Sally, both began roaring through a fiercely powerful orgasm. Cliff looked as if his eyeballs would pop out of his head, while Sally merely sobbed through her climax as if she was having her breasts cut off.
"I haven't been fucked in a dog's age," Viola said abruptly, looking up at Randy, her pussy feeling as if it were full of pepper.
"A poor choice of metaphors," he laughed, and then he proceeded to accommodate her to her eminent satisfaction, screwing her into a positively mind-bending orgasm.
And after that, the floor was thrown open to suggestions. That night the Mathises' king-size bed was to witness the wildest wife-swapping orgy ever thrown in suburban Schaumburg. The series of mouth-cock-cunt-cock-anus connections were virtually endless. When Sally sucked off Cliff, he might be eating Viola while Viola sucked on Randy's cock as he in turn would be sucking and mauling Sally's breasts. Or Randy would fuck Viola in the ass as she ate Cliff, while Sally sat on Cliffs face, and so on.
So that polygamy and loyalty and friendship triumphed, and that night an altogether new family which had been something altogether different just a scant twenty-fours ago was formed in the nice little houses at numbers 47 and 49 Swallownest Lane...
* * *
On a mild autumn morning three months later Sally Parker awoke with a yawn, stretching so that her massive breasts joggled back at her in the bureau mirror over the end of the bed. She looked around with a sweet little smile on her lovely young face and pushed her fingers up into her long blonde hair, wondering where her husband was.
Cliff had been magnificent last night, she thought with a sigh. Which wasn't to say that her own husband didn't have his fine points, too. Indeed she would have been very hard to choose between them. What a wonderful thing it was that she didn't have to!
Sally stretched and sighed, getting up and running her hand all over her magnificent body. How pleased she was now to have a body like that because it had won her Randy, and Cliff as well. She was proud of her gigantic firm breasts and the attractions of her belly and thighs. To say nothing of her beautiful blonde hair. It all combined to give her the most beautiful life in the world.
She threw on a robe before going into the kitchen, something soft and satiny. Not that she had any shame in front of Cliff. It was just that some clothing was always sexier than complete nudity.
Cliff was making coffee. like a typical husband, he paid no attention to her in the morning. When either of them felt like it, they would switch back to Viola or Randy, or vice-versa. There was no strict rules. They lived in whichever bed or house they chose, although the men usually preferred their original houses because it would have been a job moving their studies and books and so forth and special papers back and forth all the time. And then, of course, there were those evenings, nights, or days which they all spent together in the same big bed, or on a set of bearskins in front of the Parkers' big stone fireplace, with the heat of the fire on their writhing, orgying bodies. By now Sally loved to suck on Cliffs penis as much as she loved Randy's, and it was heaven being fucked in the ass by either one of them. Nor was it easy to tell which one of them ate her better, and both of them were just as good at "straight" intercourse. Although, of course, both men liked her on top so they could suck on her breasts. She didn't mind, she had even come to love the special thrills she got riding in that position.
And she was sure that Viola was equally as happy. The two of them seemed to be aglow all the time now, and always hugging each other for happiness. Gone was her prudish self of yesteryear Sally could scarcely remember her now and gone too was the nervous nail-biting Viola who always smoked too much.
The men also seemed quite content, although they sometimes gave other women the eye when they went out as a foursome. Still, that was pretty natural. After eyeing pretty women all night, their husbands were very enthusiastic in bed immediately afterward, so she and Viola actually benefited from it.
She had to admit that her feelings about her entire "family" were dominated by the purest kind of love. She couldn't imagine a life any more satisfying than the one they shared.
"Hey, Cliff, it's finished!" It was Randy, come bursting in through the kitchen door. "Oh, hi honey," he said to Sally casually. She nodded and sat down at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee. Cliff followed Randy back outside and the screen door slammed behind them. Sally watched them as they walked off deep in furious discussions across the patio.
The patio was totally fenced in as of today. It had been Randy's idea that it was going to be terrific fun to take the sun in the nude and make love in the sun as well in their sun-treated, sun-warm, sun-excited flesh tanned all over. There was something about sunshine which exaggerated one's juices and sexual desires. From now on they would be able to make the most of it all year long, for Randy also proposed to install a total glass ceiling over the patio. With the heat from the swimming pool they'd have fun in the sun for at least three seasons every year.
Not the least of it in the pool, where Randy had built all kinds of contours to accommodate the human body in a variety of positions, some of them requiring a quadruple unification of flesh.
Sally smiled to herself. Randy was a wonderfully thoughtful husband. They both were. In the patio, she could hear Randy saying, "Now, come on upstairs. I've got those plans for knocking out our garage walls and building a complete heated and carpeted passageway. No more running across on cold nights shivering in your slippers, believe me. We're going to be one house from now on."
Cliff laughed and she heard the kitchen door open to the Parkers' house. "Better be a little quiet this morning," came Randy's voice. "Viola and I had a terrific night last night, and she's exhausted, so let her sleep. You know what I mean, old man."
Indeed she did know what he meant, Sally thought through Cliffs answering chuckle, and then she chuckled herself, lifting up her cup of coffee and conjuring in her head what new delights she was going to introduce for Randy that night. She'd make him forget her darling sister Viola for that night at least.
Yes, she knew what he meant, all right. And she smiled softly, felinely to herself, as if with a female secret all her own.
