The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
One evening as the Sachettes were preparing for bed, the beautiful blonde Marilyn was having one of her petulant tantrums. Bob wondered if he was ever going to be able to do anything that would not bring on a tantrum. He spent more time on her problems than he did on the business and he no sooner thought he had everything going smoothly when like a boat the whole damn rig would tip the other way and she would be off again.
"Oh, dear," he sighed. "Now what is it!" He had just had a perfectly lovely evening at a party where the men, as expected, kept Marilyn so busy and out of his hair that he was able to do exactly as he wished.
Looking down at her husband, who had already bathed, gotten into his pajamas, and now lay on the bed, the sheet pulled up, ready to go to sleep, she rained her anger on him. "I don't understand you. You just walked around with a silly grin on your face!" she said scathingly. "Didn't it make you jealous at all? Didn't you want to do something ... drastic?" she asked using her entire voluptuous body as she talked just as some people use their hands. She dropped her shoulders and pulled back her head so that his eyes were forced to folllow the white skin of her throat down to where her sequined dress just about covered the nipples of her big boobs. He had thought himself so unbelievably fortunate to get this incredibly beautiful woman for a wife and she hadn't given him a moment's peace since they were married.
"Drastic? Like what?" Bob asked, mildly, his large brown eyes troubled less about any problem than about the fact that it did not look as though she were going to drop the subject and let him get some sleep. Damn, if I don't start paying attention to the bakery, he thought, there won't be any....
"Anything! Something!" she flung her arms out dramatically. "Tell one of them off, especially that Lennis guy, or punch him! Maybe even grab me away from him and ... and do something to me!"
Bob was patient with her. "What good would that do? Lennie's a good friend and I don't think he'd step out of line. May I remind you also, Mrs. Sachette, that he uses our bread in his very busy restaurant?"
"Not step out of line!" she shrieked, but throatily so as to maintain what she imagined was her seductive quality. "What do you think he was doing out there? He grabbed me and kissed me and pawed me and...."
"Well, you seemed to enjoy it." Bob weighed his words. "At least, I'm pretty sure you liked it."
Marilyn had not expected that reaction from him and was taken aback, momentarily. Then she made a grimace. "Ugh!" she gasped. She reached back to unhook her dress and unzip it to the waist. It fell down obediently and she then unclasped the half bra, stripping it off savagely, her full, round breasts, with their slightly upturned nipples seeming to swell seductively as they were released from the easy restraint. "I can see I'm not as important to you as a loaf of bread! I bet you wouldn't let him squeeze your precious bread like that!"
Bob had to gulp down his desire to laugh because she, of course, saw no humor in what she had just said. "Marilyn, I don't know what you expected or why but I do know one thing I'm willing to bet that you trapped Lennie into kissing you!"
Marilyn turned slowly, provocatively, for her husband, thrusting the fullness of her breasts out toward him, as she spat, "Well, at least he did something about it!" Then, with a lewd smile, she added, "And, he might've done more if I'd given him just half a little old chance!"
"I'll bet!" Bob said dryly.
"You don't think so?"
"No ... I don't!"
"Oh, you!" she spat, turning her back on him again and swiftly stripping off her black lace panties.
Bob watched her absently. He supposed that he should be getting all hot and bothered watching his wife undress, exposing to him the most beautiful body he had ever seen, but somehow he couldn't generate any real excitement anymore. Had he been told this could happen before he had married her, he would have laughed uproariously. God, this was a woman who had absolutely everything! Everything that was important for sexual stimulation, that is.
Keeping her smooth long back turned to her husband, as she picked up the shimmering sequined dress to hang in the closet, Marilyn choked out at him, "Oh, you dumbbell! You've missed the whole point!"
"What's the point, then ... are you trying to make a mess out of everything by trying to get Lennie to take you to bed. What with the complications that would result, it sure would cut down on the income you so lavishly spend!"
"No ... damn you ... no!" she flared. "That's not it at all!" Even with her face averted and invisible to him, Bob could see the little bottom lips thrust out like a pouting child.
After a few moments, Marilyn turned back to face him, her naked body inviting him as she walked to the bed, her hips swaying making her loins undulate erotically. "It's only you I want, darling! You know I can't love a man unless he had dark brown curls and brown eyes...."
"There are plenty of men...." But she was going to have her say. "I was only trying to make you jealous enough to ... to take me to bed ... and fuck me!"
It was his turn to be surprised. Damn! There was no telling what she was thinking sometimes! He sat up suddenly. "You mean to tell me that you went through all that act, the whole rigamarole just so I'd get all horny and...."
"Y ... yes...." It was a shameless admission.
"I'll be damned!"
"I was getting desperate!" Marilyn half-sobbed, her eyes beginning to glisten with droplets of tears. Pulling back the covers, she crawled onto the bed into her husband's arms, her desire for him burning warmly in the depths of her soft white belly.
Bob knew that he had been holding back, lately, denying himself and her as well, because he had felt pressured not only by Marilyn but by the exacting demands of his business. He no longer had to do the night baking but he ought to be down there by two in the morning to supervise the beginning of the pastries. He had stumbled on one hell of a pastry cook. She did exquisite work, but she was always drunk and only he had the authority to insist that she keep the planned quantity schedule for each item. Fortunately, her work was so good that if he didn't have the right number of pecan rolls, he could get a customer to substitute, but constant substitutions was no way to run a business.
Huh, strangely, his reaction to his wife's heated overtures were beginning to have just the opposite effects of her expectations. It was a real switch, he thought ironically. He was turned off! Perhaps, he was sated, like the employess at the bakery, who eat like pigs for the first month or two and then can't touch even Helen's unbeatable pecan rolls! There was yet another possibility and Bob could not have explained it. Maybe her overt advances were robbing him of a prerogative, the ancient roll of the male to be the pursuer.
As Marilyn nestled her voluptuously naked body into her husband's arms, she lifted her sensuous lips to him to be kissed. His head came down to hers, and he found her lips, kissing them tenderly, almost religiously. It wasn't the kind of kiss she wanted. She wanted a deep soul kiss, a sexy kiss, a kiss that would lead to something ... a long, hard, thrusting prick deep in her hungering cunt!
Hungrily, her pink, moist tongue darted into his mouth to search, questingly, hopefully. Then, as she stiffened her avid, lingual member and stabbed it in and out of his mouth, rapidly, several times, she was rewarded in her efforts. Bob began to suck on her tongue, gently. She moaned her pleasure up into his mouth. Finally, he began to extend his tongue, probing, and she knew that he was becoming interested, maybe even interested enough to want to make love to her. No, I want more than that, she thought. I want him to fuck me like he used to want to, like a real man should!
Boldly, knowing exactly what she wanted and ready to go to any lengths to get it, even further than she had already gone, if necessary, she slid her hand down into the waistband of her husband's pajamas to search for what she hoped would be his already hardened cock. Her fingers found and touched and were disappointed.
Bob's penis lay soft and flaccid down along his thigh. Nothing she had done or said had aroused him. God, she moaned to herself. What do I have to do get him hard enough so he can fuck me with it? With frantic fingers she massaged the length of his limp shaft, attempting desperately to bring it to vibrant, throbbing life in her hands. Nothing happened!
She made up her mind instantly. She had already thrown herself at man after man in an attempt to make Bob half as jealous as she had seen him in the past. She had finally asked him in almost abject humiliation to make love to her. Yet, his cock was not responding ... to her! Marilyn Connors Sachette! Oh my, this marriage business sure had its problems. The only thing that gave her the patience, was remembering the patience he had shown her. Well, one thing she knew for sure, he had to have an erection ... or else! She knew what she could do. She had certainly done it before but disliked it so much that it was a last resort. However, the time had come!
Strange, new sensations arced fire in her loins, and she trembled with excitement at the thought of what she intended to do. She withdrew her lips from Bob's and shifted her position to kneel beside his naked body. Her hand was still holding onto the limp flesh of his lifeless cock.
"I'm sorry, darling," Bob apologized, not knowing really what to say. He smiled weakly up at her, a twinge of guilt stabbing into his consciousness as he realized just how hot his wife really was, how much she wanted him.
Christ, he knew what that was like, yet he was unable to raise a hard-on to take care of her. God, he worried, I must be getting in bad shape!
Managing a smile with trembling lips, Marilyn whispered, "Bob, darling. I'm going to do it to you and see if I can make it come up, hard, so you can fuck me with it!"
He didn't follow her meaning. "What do you mean?"
"I want to use my mouth on you, to lick you down there!"
Her suggestions was so unexpected that his mouth dropped open in surprise as her words bounced and rebounded inside his head. She had said, never again! "Y ... you want to suck my cock?" He was incredulous, but at the same time, he felt a throbbing lurch in his cock.
"Yes," she admitted. "I'll do it because I want you ... so much!" She meant it, every word of it!
"Okay!" he agreed readily, feeling the crawling lift of his balls, signaling the beginning of arousal. "If ... that's really what you want to do...!"
Frantically, then, she gripped the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off while he unbuttoned the top and shed it, tossing the garment ... anywhere! He was ready! Christ, was he! He didn't need a second invitation as he thought, God, I should have suggested it but after the last experience and her refusals....
Bob moved over to the center of the bed, and his wife crawled between his legs, her trembling hand reaching out to grip the now hardening shaft of his cock. She held it upright in her tiny hand and looked at it, fixedly, seeming to fortify her resolve. She was not going to change her mind. She was not so selfish that she could not remember the sacrifices Bob had made for their marraige.
"Oh, God, Bob. I want to do it right ... for you!" she breathed, as she worked the foreskin back to reveal the still pink and as yet, unbloated cock-head.
He tilted his hips up, raising it toward her, and her other hand went instinctively under him to caress the softly crinkled, sparsely hair-covered skin of his scrotal sac, lifting and gently massaging his heavy, sperm-packed testicles.
Then she began to lower her head, her lips pursed, to kiss the satiny flesh of the tip. Bob jerked, involuntarily, at the searing contact of her warmly pursed lips on the sensitive head. Instantly, more blood surged into it and it began to pulse to full erection. He looked down to see it throbbing there in his wife's hand, as she continued to kiss and fondle it. "God, oh, God!" he moaned. "Start sucking on it...!"
His wife's honey-smooth mouth came down over the smooth rubbery head, her ovaled lips enclosing the sensitive flesh with warm moistness. Inside her mouth, she used her tongue, twirling it in licking circles around the now throbbingly blood-inflated head. His massive cock jerked in her mouth, and he felt the tingling ache in his balls of complete readiness. He couldn't help but be amazed at the speed with which his cock had come alive in her mouth. God, it felt good ... out of this world!
Just the very thought of what Marilyn was doing to him, the lewd salaciousness of the act, almost as much as the actual intensity of the sensations that her mouth was producing in him, gave Bob an added feeling of erotic arousal. She held the rigid shaft of his pulsating cock with one hand, while the other kneaded his balls caressingly, her fingers feather-gentle on him. Meanwhile, overcoming her first natural hesitancy, Marilyn began to suck his cock with a steady rhythm, her head beginning to move up and down on him, experimentally, as she ovaled her lips tightly around it and made of her mouth another hotly clinging cunt. Gradually then, she began to take more and more of his length into her mouth and throat and she was surprised that she could do it without the adverse reaction she had expected. Oh, it's so masculine tasting and nice! And, except right at first when I almost gagged, it isn't so bad. Maybe it was the whole situation before!
Inside her mouth, her tongue swirled wildly on him now, and he was aware that she was trying to put the tip of her tongue into the split at the top of his cock. Her hand that was caressing his balls was removed and he wondered vaguely what she was going to do to him next.
Tensing his loins, he thrust his cock up into her hungrily ovaled lips, feeling it plunge deep into her throat, and as he looked down, he saw that almost all of it had disappeared between his wife's tightly locked lips. He moaned softly as he began to move his hips in rhythmic counterpoint to her bobbing head.
Bob was in a trance of sensual ecstasy. He had never before experienced such intense sexual sensations as he lost himself in the complete enjoyment of his wife's voraciously sucking mouth. He felt the increase of the speed of her moving head and the strength of the pressure she exerted, which seemed to make his cock pulse, expandingly, to even greater hardness. Her tongue was swirling in a caressing lick of his lust-inflated, almost painfully sensitive cock-head on every outstroke. Damn! There's nothing like it! Her mouth's like warm, sweet butter! Then he wondered, is she going to suck me all the way until I cum? He hoped she would! Christ! That'd feel good, to shoot it right into her mouth and have her swallow it for me....
Her face, he noticed, working over him, was changed. She seemed to be in a sexual rapture of her own. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short, jerky spurts of air through her nose. Then, as he looked beyond, downward to where her firmly rounded breasts danced almost lewdly beneath her, he saw that her other hand was working rhythmically at the light, hair-covered triangle of her loins. She's fingering her own cunt! Maybe she will suck me until I cum and fingerfuck herself until she does, too....
More and ever more intense, the overpowering sensations raced through him, and his wife's beautiful, halo-like blonde hair attracted him as it spread down over his naked thighs, brushing him lightly and adding to the eroticism of what she was doing to him. On impulse, he reached out with both hands to take some of the long strands, using them to guide her voraciously sucking mouth up and down the wetly pistoning length of his cock. Then he began to thrust his hips even more forcefully up into her mouth and throat. In fascination he watched as a little of the soft pink flesh from inside her lips was pulled out with each upstroke, then stuffed back in as her mouth slid over the hardened shaft to absorb him, again, on the downstroke. Her cheeks were hollowing in and out as she sucked hungrily on his now angrily throbbing cock. God! He wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time he wished that he knew it couldn't. Already, he could feel the searing burn of the beginning of his coming orgasm.
Strangling, incoherent sounds began to come from deep in his throat. He could feel it getting nearer for him. It wouldn't be long before he popped, shooting his load of sperm deep in his throat. He could feel it getting nearer for him. It wouldn't be long before he popped, shooting his load of sperm deep into his wife's now greedily working throat. The sweet agony of the built-up sensations in him seemed to concentrate in the lust-bloated head of his massive cock. He could feel it pulsing, expanding and growing larger with every throbbing jerk, as her tantalizing tongue taunted it on every stroke. His sperm was battering against the entrance to his penile flesh, deep in his balls, demanding its release.
Finally he was able to form words, "Oh God, Marilyn, darling, that's good! Keep on sucking until I cum!"
Marilyn heard him. She almost panicked. "Ooooooohhhh!" she moaned aloud, the sound muffled and dim from her husband's prick stuffing her mouth full. My God ... have I ... sucked on him too long! I only wanted to get him ready! I've got to have his cock in my cunt ... fucking me!
With a boldness born of desperation, she made her decision. She had to have it and fast! Suddenly, she kneeled upright, her mouth coming off him, leaving his cock standing hard and straight and glistening wet from her saliva. Her sudden movement had wrenched her hair from his hands, painfully, but she didn't care at that point. She hardly felt it.
Surprised and disappointed, Bob growled, "What the hell?"
But she was already moving. She flung herself forward, up over him, her thighs straddling his hips, as she reached down to grip the hard, throbbing shaft of his cock to guide it straight into her seething cunt. With wild abandon she dropped her loins down on him, cleaving herself mercilessly down on his spearing shaft as she forced her cunt to absorb and suck up inside the whole of his massive cock in one forceful plunge. "Oh, God!" she cried out sharply as his cock soared all the way up into her to crash against the back wall of her cuntal passage. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her face was a study in pure animal desire as she began to lewdly grind her buttocks and fuck up and down above him, sliding her clasping, demanding pussy up and down the steel-hard rod, fucking herself ... fucking him, for all she was worth. The reversal of roles, as she dominated her husband, didn't bother her at all. She wanted and she was she was getting! That's all that mattered to her.
Faster and faster she rode him, the wildness in her knowing no limits as she stroked up and down the thick, lengthy shaft of her husband's cock until he began to buck his hips up against her, attempting to match the tempo of her pounding loins. Oooooohhhh! That's it! It's going up into my cunt even deeper and harder! Aaaaaaaauuuugggghhhhhh!
And then she began her soaring ascent, spiralling to the heights of her orgasmic release. She moaned incessantly, wanting it to cum but also wanting to remain on that high plateau of arousal. She was in an agony of sweet rapture. Her face was contorted. Oh, God, let me cum now! Suddenly she was there! She was launched deep into a timeless space where nothing mattered but the surging explosion of her orgasm. Her body spasmed convulsively as the crashing waves of her release buffetted her, carrying her along in its curl to deposit her gently on their bed again where she had collapsed on top of her husband, not realizing where she was as she heard her own voice dimly screaming, "Ooohhh my Godddddd! I'mmmm cuuuummmmiiinnngggg! Aaaaaauuuuggghh!"
Beneath her, her husband was stalled, unable to cum, as Marilyn's body stopped moving, and she lay prone upon him heavily. Desperately but unsatisfactorily he thrust up into her gently clasping cuntal sheath, but it was no good. He had to cum! Christ! I was almost there, ready to pop! Wrapping his arms tightly around her, using his legs for leverage, he rolled his wife to her back, so that he was now in the topmost position, still cradled between her white, firmly tapering thighs. Then he raised himself above her, grasped her knees and spread them wide, pushing them back toward her chest at the same time. Finally, he shoved his arms into the angle of her flexed knees and leaned down hard, mashing her thighs down on the fullness of her still orgasmically quivering breasts. The entire plane of her cunt was vulnerable and defenseless now and he began to fuck into her like an insane man.
Beneath her husband's pounding cock, Marilyn was overjoyed as she knew that now she could cum again. She felt it begin for her. Oh, God, I'm almost there again! she thought. Then she began to convulse in her second orgasm, almost at the same instant as Bob began to cum, his sperm jetting from the tip of his cock and ricocheting against the walls of her tightly clasping cunt in spurting streams. He slammed his pelvis against the backs of her upraised thighs for one, final, bone-jarring thrust, and a loud moan of satisfaction tore from his lips. "Ooooohhh fuck!"
Marilyn screamed out her second release that was even more intense than the first. "I'm going to ... cuuuuummmmmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaagggggaaaaiiiinnnn! Oh! Oh! Oooohhh! Ooooooooaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!"
It was Bob's turn to collapse in a satiated heap on top of his wife. "Damn," he groaned, his breath heavy and uneven. "You sure do come on strong! That was really something, but a little nerve-racking!"
As each of them lay back and pretended to sleep, as good as they felt and as pressed as Bob was, knowing he should get some sleep and get to the bakery early for a change, neither of them did. As though they shared a dream they were sharing a memory of when the problem was just about reversed, when she had been the reluctant bride and frigid young wife and he was, from her point of view then, oversexed! She must have driven him as frantic as he was driving her now! The one thing that was different, though, was that she had been jealous when he was driven to finding some small relief by a little flirting with other women. Of course, she had feared that his innocent flirting might not remain so innocent and she had been very aware that it was partly her fault, at least from his point of view!
There had been the time, for example, after one of Lennie's parties, when she had really blown up. Her entire mind and body was consumed with furious, jealous rage as with flashing blue eyes and a toss of her cloud of blonde hair, she had faced her handsome young husband, who stood on his side of their big bed calmly undressing. He had just removed his shirt and undershirt to reveal his strong, muscular torso.
"I don't care how innocent you make it sound," she had stormed, hunching her shoulders and turning her chin in a pretty display of wounded pride, " ... the fact still remains that you were kissing her!"
"Oh, hell, Marilyn! Get off my back, will you!" Bob growled. "I've known Janice since we were little kids. She's like a kid sister to me. If I'd wanted her...."
"But maybe you're having second thoughts!" she pouted and yet was sarcastic. "But you're married to me!"
"Damn it, honey, you're jumping to conclusions. It was just a friendly little kiss, maybe we both had a little too much to drink. It was kind of accidental. I ... she was there and the first thing I knew she was in my arms and we were kissing each other," Bob defended, his big brown eyes troubled. He sure as hell didn't want something serious, but Marilyn was being so childishly possessive. She was a little more selfish than other women, probably because she had always been able to get whatever she wanted. She seemed all woman, every voluptuous curve of her. It must have been like having a charge card on life! Who would refuse her? All of this had made him a little wary of marrying her. Yet, the thought of being able to handle a woman like her was too much for his pride to refuse.
"Some friendly kiss!" she accused. "I saw your open mouths and your tongues! It looked more like a lovers' kiss to me!"
"Oh, Christ, Marilyn! You're making mountains out of molehills! It was just one of those things! It'll probably never happen again!"
Indignantly, Marilyn went on, her lip in a pout. "And you had your hands all over her!"
She began her own undressing, sitting on the edge of the bed to unhook the clasps of her garter belt then rolling her nylons carefully down the smooth satiny skin of her tapering thighs and the long curve of delicately sculpted calves. Bob Sachette had had just about enough of his wife's irrational accusations. Sure he had kissed Janice. She had been making provocative little innuendos in conversation all evening long, which Marilyn never did, and once or twice, Janice had brushed up against him, her full breasts soft and desirable, burning into him like a red-hot poker, where she had touched him so lightly. Janice had never married, at least not yet. But, Christ, just because he had kissed her, felt the wonderfull fullness of her breasts under his hands, then let his hands roam around, down to the lithe tightness of her hot, twitching little ass, didn't mean that he was going to jump into bed with her! Not that the idea hadn't crossed his mind. It most certainly had, but ... He knew he hadn't really given Marilyn a chance. He preferred to find some way to solve their own problem than take an all-out risk on losing her.
He sat down on his side of the bed, unlaced and removed his shoes, then stripped off his socks. Suddenly he decided that he might be playing it wrong by being defensive. Marilyn had noticed his hands all over Janice ... fine! "She's got a tight little ass!" he said, smiling lewdly over his shoulder at his luscious wife. Marilyn turned and stared at him, her blue eyes wide in surprise and her petal-soft mouth open. He plunged on. "And the most luscious pair of tits I ever had my hands on!"
"Bob!" Marilyn managed to gulp out, her face flaming.
"She had her hands on me, too!" he teased, "or hadn't you noticed!"
"You mean she...?"
"She had hold of my cock!" he chortled, standing up now to strip off his trousers.
Marilyn was standing now, too, facing her husband, her pearl-skinned shoulders forward, her long fingers spread over her chest in disbelief. "No! She didn't!"
"She sure as hell did, and it came up pretty damned fast, too!"
She said in a weak, feminine voice, "You got hard, for her?"
"Damned right, it did!" Bob told her. "It was one of the biggest hard-ons I've ever had!"
Turning her back on her husband, knowing that it was not at all possible for him to have a hard-on for another woman while married to Marilyn Connors and no understanding at all why he was saying such things, Marilyn had pulled her real silk dress off savagely as tears began to glisten in her eyes. Bob was tormenting her, telling her these things about Janice. Why? And he seemed to be enjoying it, too, like he must have really enjoyed pawing her tonight. She hung the dark green silk in the closet, then as she hid from him, reaching behind her to undo the clasps of her bra, she made another accusation. "I suppose you like it?" she half sobbed in mortification.
"You bet I did!" her husband chuckled.
Marilyn slipped her bra off, her full breasts soaring free of the confinement, and she felt the cool air of the room wash over them. Almost imperceptibly, the areolas were beginning to pucker in tiny crinkles around the base of the tiny, berry like buds of her nipples. There was a strange tingle of excitement in her that she could never have explained in those days. She was furious with Bob for his trespass, taking another woman in his arms, kissing and fondling her, making a complete spectacle of himself as she had caught them in a dark corner of the unlit kitchen, behind the refrigerator. But somehow, his telling her about it was having the opposite effect than she anticipated. Instead of making her more angry, she was feeling the effects of a definite sexual arousal. His words were making her hot! There was that burning little tingle in her loins and the moistness between her legs....
She whirled to face him, her eyes blazing, fists on her lovely hips with arms akimbo and her high, full breasts jutting out as she threw her head back just like a pirate's woman she had seen in a movie once, "Bob, how could you!" she demanded. Her handsome, chestnut-haired husband was completely naked now. He stood on the other side of the bed, tall, lithe and muscular, his dark curls slightly mussed, looking her over with a crooked, salacious grin on her face as his eyes swept over the absolute perfection of her voluptuous body. She saw that his prick was beginning to throb to erection, lifting itself out and away from the tufted dark hair of his loins. She chose to ignore it. If he was starting to get any ideas about making love to her tonight, especially after she had caught him with Janice, he'd better forget about it!
"Let's stop bickering, honey," he placated. "I've just been kidding anyway. It really was an accident sort of, because I sure as hell didn't have any intention of kissing her or anyone else!"
"Then it was her idea?"
"Well sort of," he h-edged. "She probably had one drink too many and, you know, she just sort of fell into my arms and I kissed her. That's all there was to it, honest!"
Marilyn refused to be convinced. "So next time you'll just sort of fall into bed with her maybe...." She turned her lovely face aside, her nostrils twitching. Then she sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands as she continued, her voice breaking with a little sob, "And then ... what happens to us? Where will our marriage be?"
Bob watched her dramatic emotional display with some dismay. Did she really think that he was going to be with Janice over one lousy kiss? Already she was leaping ahead to the conclusion that their marriage was on the rocks ... all because in a weak moment he had held an old friend in his arms and kissed her. That was all it was, damn it! Just one little kiss and a feel or two! He had to fix it up with his wife, he supposed ... somehow. The whole thing could get out of control, then there'd be some real hell to pay! Kneeling down on the edge of the bed, he knee-walked across to her and smoothed his hands down across her white, velvet-smooth shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck, tenderly. "Listen, honey," his voice was low and serious. "What kind of stupid fool do you think I am? I'm not about to crawl into the sack with another woman even if I did want to fuck her, which I don't. It just wouldn't be worth it! I think too much of you to do something like that!"
He thought it was a reasonable argument. His sentiments were right and he meant every word he had said. However, his wife had stiffened under his stroking hands. Her voice was chiding, "Do you always have to talk so crude?"
"No, but I find I can say things better and more sincerely, when I call a spade a spade. A fuck is a fuck!" He gritted his teeth. He was tired of her prudishness. She knew and used every trick in the book to arouse a man and then she tried to turn it off like he was a faucet! Christ, he told himself, we've been married almost a year and she still gets her hackles up when I use words like cock, cunt and fuck! You'd think she'd get used to it after a while!
His cock had come to full erection, hard and alert, lancing out massively from his loins, and he moved in closer to his wife's back, allowing the underside of the slightly seeping head to rest lightly against her creamy satin skin. At the same time, he worked his hands down over her shoulders to the mounding fullness of her breasts, his fingers stroking over them with feather-lightness before cupping them wholly in his hands. "And, speaking of that, honey," he contined. "I'd love to fuck you again tonight...."
"Again?" she gasped. "Why should I let you do it to me again tonight, especially after what happened at the party?"
"Christ!" Bob exploded. "Here we go again with the same old crap. I'm getting damned good and tired of your using sex just to get what you want and as a reward and punishment or blackmail or whatever the hell you're thinking! I don't know! And, you were not even listening a while ago when I was trying to tell you why I won't crawl into bed with Janice! No, you're too concerned about my use of one little four-letter word than my feelings!"
"I heard what you said!" Marilyn stated, attemtping to feel icy. "But I'm so upset by it all, I don't know whether I could let you do it to me again....
In spite of her obvious attempt to be dramatically cool, Bob felt his wife's nipples harden under his massaging palms, coning out to erection in elongated berry-like protuberances. He never had been able to figure it out. She was always trying to deny or limit her sexuality, making things difficult where no problem should exist. Things could be simple, he thought, if you felt like a piece of ass, you went to bed and fucked, but it could never be that way with Marilyn! There always had to be a big hassle connected with it! Christ, would it never end? The ache in his rock-hard cock told him he wouldn't be put off tonight! He was going to fuck his darling wife and properly. Anyway, she wants it ... otherwise her nipples wouldn't be hard like that!
Firmly he gripped her shoulders and pulled her down until she was lying on her back. Then he rolled her over to her side, forcing her to lie straight in the big bed as he lay down beside her to take her into his strong arms. "Well, we'll see," he said with some confidence. "I think you'll enjoy it again tonight, if you'd just let yourself go!"
"It's already so late...."
"So we'll sleep a half hour later in the morning!" With determination, he captured her lips, silencing further talk as his mouth welded tight to hers to savor the sweetness. His tongue flicked out to probe into the soft, moist barrier of her lips and teeth, running it in circles just inside against the sensitive lining until her jaw relaxed. Swiftly his tongue darted snake-like into her mouth to search and stab with intense, demanding fervor.
Bob's hands were on a quest of their own. They wandered down the smoothness of her back to the round fullness of her buttocks where his strong fingers kneaded the pliancy of her flesh, gripping her and pressuring her loins in tight against his own pulsing shaft. It lay between them, long and solidly, pressing into the softness of her abdomen.
Then as his hand smoothed up over her swelling hip into the reversed curve of her waist and up over her ribs to find the mound of a full, white breast to knead and massage, his fingers rolling the pink, gently pulsating nipple to even harder erection, she moaned into his mouth and her tongue joined his in a mutual, savoring deep kiss.
He felt her body begin to tremble and he hoped that this would be the night when he would be able to bring her to full arousal. It had happened so often, almost too often to count even that his wife would begin to respond to his ardor and then ... she would hang there, in a state of wanting, her desire honed to a fine edge, unable to ascend to the spiraling heights of fulfilling orgasm. It was as though she were a mountain climber who tried, time after time to scale the mountain of her dreams but was always stalled just short of her goal. It baffled him and kept Marilyn in a dither of frustration.
Now his mouth, left hers and he squirmed his body down to kiss and fondle his wife's breasts, reveling in their magnificent white perfection. His hand cupped and held while his mouth engulfed a cameo-pink nipple to suck voraciously. Again she moaned softly, "Oh ... oh, Bob ... darling...." Marilyn felt the electric tingle of erotic sensations rippling hotly through her loins. She wanted it! Oh how she wanted it to go on and on until explosive, spasming orgasm overtook her. Oh that feels so good! She shoved her breasts up tight against her husband's hungrily sucking mouth, offering it, offering herself to him and wanting it all to come to a complete resolution ... this time.
The trembling excitement in her body, her movements of giving him her breast and the tiny grinding of her pelvis against his naked and massive cock that lay like a living log between them, emboldened Bob to try again. He knew that if she would ever give him the chance, he would be able to make her cum every time, but something perverse in her would not allow him to do it. I know damned well she'd be climbing the walls if I could just once get my head down there ... between her legs! How right he was, he never imagined!
With extreme care, moving cautiously, he began to move downward, his lips kissing, tongue trailing wetly down over the flat place of her belly. Pausing momentarily he dipped his tongue teasingly into the tiny well of her navel. Then he noticed ... God damnit! She still had her panties on! I'll have to get those off first! Gently he rolled her to her back, kneeled up and grasped the waistband of her filmy nylon panties. With a deft movement he removed them, pulling them down and off. Marilyn's eyes were closed; her breath was coming in little jerky spurts; and her hips undulated in grinding erotic circles under her. Somehow, she knew that tonight she would be the uninhibited woman Bob had always wanted her to be. Her hot anger with him had left her to be replaced with tender feelings of love for her husband. Oh God, that feels so nice ... to have him take my panties off. She shivered delicately. Pretty soon he would be putting his big, hard penis in her and ... I'll cum! I just know I'll cum ... tonight ... with a real hard orgasm, a real one and not a faked one, like I usually do for Bob's benefit! With tingling anticipation, she waited for the moment he would crawl between her legs and enter her.
Kneeling above her, Bob tossed the wispy nylon panties to the floor carelessly. Then using both hands on her knees, he spread her lovely, tapering white thighs far apart to expose the whole of her pussy to him. He stared down salaciously, seeing the delicate coral slit of her cunt, ringed sparsely, with curling golden pubic hair, and peeping out shyly were the inner petals of her cunt-lips, dewy-moist from the wetly rising secretions of her vaginal passage. Her face, he saw, reflected her anticipation, her desire, while below, the slow, rhythmic gyrations of her hips told him of her gathering sexual arousal. Damn! She's really getting hot, hotter than I've ever seen her!
Now! Now's the time! He knew it had to be now! God knew how badly he wanted to fuck his wife, but he could wait. This was the time to do it, if there ever was a right time! Slowly, he slid his hands down the soft inner flesh of her thighs, rubbing lightly and moving ever closer to his hair-fringed goal. Marilyn kept her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the sensations being generated in her by his hot, insistent hands. Bob's massively solid cock jerked and throbbed achingly with the anticipation of what he was about to do. It was only through great effort of will that he suppressed the desire to ram his thick, heavy cock deep into her soft, puritanical little belly and just fuck, fuck her with every ounce of energy he could muster. Slow down! He told himself. Take it slow and easy, damn it! He knew that if he could get his mouth and tongue on her cunt just once ... Christ! I know it'll change everything for her and for me!
Searingly Marilyn felt the erotic sensations that sparked in her loins, and she kept her eyes closed while her husband's strong-fingered hands massaged the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. Now his hands were there on either side of her softly pulsating vaginal lips and she clearly felt it as he used his thumbs on either side of her pussy to part the sparse blonde pubic curls and expose the smoothly glistening flesh of her open cuntal passage. The cool air of the bedroom washed over the tender and highly sensitive flesh. Oh ... God! He's never done it like that before, spreading me out completely naked, opening up with his fingers all the way before he puts it in. She moaned deep in her chest, wanting him to hurry, now, to go ahead and shove his penis in her and do it. Oh, why doesn't he put it in?
Then she felt something warm and moist. It was touching her clitoris. It was moving hotly and wetly there on her and she gasped aloud as a ligthening bolt of intense, unexpected sensation flashed through her erectly throbbing clitoris. "Ooooohhhh! That feel soooooo gooo ... gooooooood!" She opened her eyes and looked down between her widespread thighs. "Oh God ... no ... NO!" she screamed with involuntary horror at what she saw.
Her husband's chestnut curls flared up above her pubic mound, his face buried deep up in the open angle of her thighs and he was ... oh my God,! He was using his mouth on her. It was his tongue she had felt. It was his licking tongue that had caused that wild, momentary, slashing sensation! But God, she didn't want that! It was dirty, perverted, animal-like! Savagely she reached down to grab a huge fistful of his brown hair. Using his hair, she pulled his head away from her cringing cunt. "Stop it! Oh God, stop it!" She was almost in hysteria. "I don't want you to do that to me! Oh, God ... I never thought...."
Bob extricated her hands from his hair. He was grim and unsmiling, his own temper ready to flare out of control. "God damn it!" he growled. "You don't know what the hell you want!"
"I don't want that!" she groaned tearfully, struggling to sit up.
"You're so dead set against it, but you don't know what you are missing, Marilyn! Every sex manual says it's all right, you know that because you've read them too, so why the hell don't you shake loose and enjoy it!"
"I was enjoying it tonight more than I ever did ... until you started doing that filthy, disgusting thing to me!" Marilyn complained, pouting her lip and letting it tremble delicately.
"There's nothing dirty about it. It's an expression of love, damn it! And I love you ... you know that!" he insisted, meaning every word of it. Flexing her knees, she pulled her legs up, swinging them over the side of the bed and sat up. She refused to compromise her position, clinging to it stubbornly.
"All I know is that I think it's horrible! I don't want to go on and let you...." She started to stand up.
Her husband gripped her shoulder hard, holding her in place. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he questioned roughly.
"Let me go," she whined. "I'm going to go sleep in the spare room. I don't want you to touch me ... or do anything to me!"
Bob's red hot temper raged out of control instantly. "Like hell you are!" he roared. "You're going to stay right here! I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight whether you like it or not!"
Marilyn turned white, frightened blue eyes on her husband, disbelieving that she was being contradicted. "You wouldn't ... you wouldn't dare!"
"That's what you think, baby! I'm all ready for it. My balls ache like hell from waiting and by Christ, I'm going to get a piece of your snooty little ass, one way or another!"
Horrified by his threat, his filthy words pounding into her brain, she tried to wrench herself from his grasp. She saw his rage-contorted face, his eyes flashing a combination of anger and lust, and she knew that he was more than capable of carrying out his intentions. She had never seen him in such a terrible rage before and she was terrified. Her heart pounded like a machine gun in her chest. Her face paled visibly. "N ... no, please, Bob," she begged in an agonized, strangling voice.
He supposed it was wrong. First he had been stimulated by the little sex games Janice had been playing all evening and then by his wife with her deliberately expressive body. On top of that, the argument with her, facing her accusations and trying to parry them in good humor had brought them, finally, to the beginning of what portended to be a satisfactory sex act, only to have her reject him, completely! It was too much for him! His anger flared out of control. He had made his threat and by God, he meant every word of it! What in hell does she think a man is? I'm all worked up, ready to fuck her, trying to make it good for her ... and she wants to call it off! Just because I wanted to lick and suck her cunt a little bit! God! I'm almost ready to pop now! I've got to fuck her!
In the heat of his all-consuming lust-rage, his ears were unheeding, closed completely to her pleas. He didn't care. There was only one thing on his mind! A snarling, almost savage animal-like sound exploded from his mouth as he wrapped both muscular arms about the smooth white curves of her torso and dragged her back bodily to bed. He wrestled her to her back, pinning her shoulders down hard to the soft mattress.
"Oh! ... Bob! Bob, darling ... please? You're hurting me!" She was trying to win him with her thick flickering eyelashes and her little girl's pouting voice. All if did was make him hotter! She may as well have pleaded with an inanimate stone wall for mercy as she looked up into the stony grimness of his face. Oh, God, he really is going to do it! Panic stricken, she attempted to free herself from his grasp one more desperate time!
"Hold still, God damn it, or I'll...." He didn't finish the threat. Bob knew his own great strength. He didn't want to hurt her, but by God, he didn't want to be forced to do it! Her body writhed beneath him futiley as he wedged himself down between her thrashing legs, using the superior strength of his own to spread her soft, tapering thighs wide apart. Scalding tears streamed from her eyes as she interpreted his meaning. Oooohhhh, he might hit me ... beat me!
"D ... don't, please, don't hit m...!"
"Then open your legs, damn it!"
"You're trying to rape me!" she wailed, pouting her lips again.
"Call it what you like, but you're my wife and by God, I'm going to fuck you! You're a goddamned cock-teaser and a wife's got no business doing that unless she follows through!"
Marilyn suddenly had to face reality. There was no escaping it. Her husband was going to do it. He was going to force her to have sexual intercourse whether she wanted it or not. "Oooohhhh my God!" she groaned, her thighs relaxing slightly. There's nothing I can do to stop him, she realized.
He came down between her trembling white legs, wedging his hips solidly up between them, his imposingly massive cock spearing out to make lewd contact with the thin coral moistness of her vaginal slit. The bulbous, lust-filled cock-head nestled in firmly against the quiveringly fearful cuntal opening, and he reached down between them, grasping the hardened shaft to guide it directly into her helplessly cringing pussy. Then he flicked his hips forward to gore mercilessly up into her with the hardened rod of his aching cock, the head of it entering her, spreading her cuntal lips wide to soar far up into the softness of her belly. His hardness sliced into her in one quick, long thrust, and thin rippling wavelets of her tender cuntal flesh were pushed before it, until his sperm-laden testicles in their sac smacked up hard against the round smoothness of her nakedly spread buttocks cheeks. Bob grunted with the effort. "Ugggh!" Then as he poised above her, his cock buried completely in her, he expanded it deep up inside her cuntal sheath. "Now!" he promised. "Now you're going to get fucked good!"
Marilyn lay there on her back, her legs spread, her husband's lust-hardened cock buried far up inside her now unwanting cunt and felt nothing but loathing and shame for what he was doing to her. God, oh God ... I'll just have to let him ... d ... do it ... Suddenly she remembered something. For a split-second she had touched her clitoris ... before she had known what it was. Somehow, she knew dimly that she had been a complete fool. If only she had let him go on. But it was too late.
With brutal punishing strokes her husband began to fuck into her, driving his hardened flesh in and out of her with insane fury, intent only upon his own pleasure now. The sting of her rejection goaded him on and over and over, he thought, God damn her! I'll show her! She can't pull that crap on me, especially when I know what I was doing was right! Machine-like, he plundered her resilient, open cunt, his cock pistoning in and out of her without mercy. He knew she would not cum ... it happened so seldom with her ... but he didn't care. She was frigid, probably the most voluptuous piece of frigidity in the country, but the only reason she was, he decided, was because her prudishly puritan ways wouldn't be compromised. She just wouldn't let herself go! I tried! I tried hard! But she just won't see it any other way!
Thundering down on her, Bob drove toward his ejaculation, his anger hardened cock cleaving his wife's helplessly heaving belly cruelly, and his pounding strokes jarred her as every stroke bottomed in her cuntal sheath, flicking past her cervix to ram heavily into the far back wall of her cunt. Beneath her husband's frantic body, Marilyn lay woodenly now, allowing him full access to her unresponding loins. She hadn't wanted it to be this way. After her first anger with Bob had passed and she had begun to respond to his lovemaking, she had known it was going to be good for her. It was until he had dropped his head down between her legs. Why did he do it and why did it ... turn me off?
The acid-like sensations of the beginning of his orgasm seared the root of his cock. It wouldn't be long now. Slack-jawed, his eyes glassy and unseeing, he jack-hammered his expanding cock deeper and harder into the softness of his wife's moistly trembling cuntal passage.
Marilyn was beyond tears. There was nothing more to cry about. She had only to endure it, wait for him to finish, shoot his sperm into her for his own satisfaction, for she knew there would be nothing, absolutely nothing for her. Tonight she wouldn't even pretend a response she didn't feel as she had done on countless other nights. There was just no reason even for that. Suddenly, Bob slammed his cock into her with furious strength. His body stiffened and he held himself immobile in her, his back arching as he strove to drive the massive shaft of his hardness the ultimate fraction of an inch into her, deep up into the softness of her belly. Then he came! Quick thin spurts of his hot semen pumped through the tube of his cock to spew from the slitted head in spasmodic jets. Almost unendingly, it seemed to him, his cum hosed through him until after long moments, he relaxed and collapsed on top of his wife. He groaned with a half-fulfilled satisfaction.
Lying beneath her husband, pinned to the mattress helplessly, Marilyn was glad that it was over. There was a great emptiness in her, a feeling of complete meaninglessness, and now she could only wait for him to release her. Consciously she tried not to think. She wanted her mind to be as numb as her body. Perhaps tomorrow she would think about it, try to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
That night she had left him coldly, taken her douche, and gone to sleep in the spare room as soon as she saw that he was asleep. He, for his part, was not surprised to find her in the other room in the morning. It had not been the first time. But he realized that some solution had to be found and he certainly found one!
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CHAPTER TWO
Bob was restless and wanted to turn over in the bed but was afraid that if he did, Marilyn would suspect that he could not sleep and would want to make love again. It was odd to lie here and recall how cold she had once been. Now she was so hot and demanding that it was driving him frantic. It took all the spirit out of him! He remembered his vain attempt to lick her cunt in the old days and how he had had to rape her to get satisfaction. What had happened to those nice cool days? Dear old Uncle Oliver ... that's what had happened too!
Good old Uncle Oliver! He was Bob's father's youngest brother and about the most understanding uncle a guy could have. None of Bob's relatives had ever appealed to Marilyn in the old days. She had always told him that his family was much too big for a small family girl to understand, with its rowdy openness and its willingness to give when the giving was needed by one of its members. He recalled how she used to rave at him because, being one of the more successful ones, Bob had loans floating around among his relatives with no written records or I.O.U.'s or any of those things that he didn't need. She had suspected, he realized, that half of the loans were probably forgotten and never repaid. Well, what if they were? He came from a family with an open pocketbook. God, her family was as tight with money as with sex!
Well, Marilyn was certainly no longer tight with sex! Good God, no! And the emotional door that had stood so long between her and his own family had, like the walls of Jericho, come tumbling down in a single, final blast! He wished he could remember whose idea the final party was at the cabana. Maybe if Gabrielle had not brought Mudzie, Marilyn would have come out of it with some vestige of normality! Her problem, however, was frigidity, so he had gone to his favorite uncle with that problem and Uncle Oliver, who very likely was itching to get his hands on Bob's gorgeous wife, had a solution. Of course, he had not suggested his own ministration, but naturally Bob had asked, "Do you think you could handle her for me?"
Could Oliver handle Marilyn? He said he'd be willing to give it a try. What wouldn't he do for Bob? That was true. They decided to introduce Marilyn to a side of the family that Bob had kept carefully hidden from her until, if ever, she was ready for it. Oliver would host a party at Jack's cabana and Bob would bring Marilyn to Oliver's house a couple of days early so that he could size up the situation. After all, he didn't know her very well.
"Your Uncle Oliver is hosting a party at Jack's cabana?" Marilyn had asked wryly. "I'm willing to bet Jack hasn't heard about it yet," Marilyn had said with a twinge of disgust.
"I haven't been asked to bring the rolls yet either. I may never be asked, but I'll bring them anyway," he said, wishing she would make some attempt to understand that life did not have to proceed by written invitation, R.S.V.P. only!
They arrived at Uncle Oliver's house two evenings before the party. Marilyn had been reluctant to go. She had never been to a Sachette party, but she could imagine what it would be like: rowdy and with plenty of four letter words! Then when she arrived at Oliver's and discovered that the party was the third night away she was indignant. She had packed for overnight, was wearing her cocktail dress and had a sundress to return home in the next day.
"It isn't tonight?" she stood stock still in consternation when she discovered that they were at Oliver's instead of Jack's cabana and that they would not be going out to the beach for a couple of days. Of course, there was not much she could say with Oliver and some women sitting there in his living room.
"I hope you don't mind if we have a little party tonight, too?" Oliver asked her. Oliver had the same dark curly hair and brown eyes that Bob did and could not have been more than ten years older than his nephew. It was a handsome family Marilyn had discovered at the wedding. It was a large one, too. So large that the guest list had stunned her folks. They had told Bob to be sure to include all his relatives and then had to be assured that these were indeed all relatives.
"Oh, fine," Marilyn answered her host. "I was expecting one," she added acidly. The other woman in the room, Dolly, introduced herself warmly before anyone had a chance to do it for her. A rather forward thing to do, thought Marilyn, but typical of the way the Sachettes lived. She tried to inflict a chill politeness whenever she was among this family. They reminded her of dogs that needed to be trained, and although she knew better than to expect them to learn the proper ways of doing things from her or anyone else, she felt that she should be an example of what she believed, at least.
Oliver winked at Bob. He was in high spirits in contrast to his nephew, who was by now confused with regrets and yet reaffirmations of his intention to cure Marilyn once and for all or end up in the divorce court for trying. He had to do something! Oliver, meanwhile, was gleeful. Not only did he enjoy solving problems for his numerous nephews and nieces, but Marilyn was an incredible dish! She's got the most luscious pair of tits, he noted silently, and the tightest little ass I've ever wanted to get my hands on ... and I'm exactly what she's ready for! He expected from what Bob said that Marilyn was going to try to blow the whistle on everything he had planned for the evening ... and thereafter, maybe! But he suspected he could handle her.
Bob realized that he was taking a dangerous chance. The whole scheme, which he had left to Oliver and didn't really know the details of, could backfire, blow sky-high, right in their faces, but he was willing to take that risk, not with anyone else but his Uncle Oliver in command, to be sure, but if anyone could bring it off....
Oliver served his super martinis that impressed even Marilyn. There was a stack of Hi-Fi records on the stereo console, the lush romantic music furnishing a relaxing background that he hoped would put them in the right mood.
"Oh, I just lo-ove Elvie!" Dolly bubbled leaning into a big plush chair, kicking a short mini shirt that revealed a pair of beautifully curved legs to excellent advantage and had no trouble at all competing with Marilyn, who sat more demurely, yet managed to look sexy, on the couch. What gave Dolly the edge, thought Bob, was her sincerity. She was openly warm and noncompetitive. Marilyn's dress and demeanor were a deliberate tease with no intention of following through on the promises she advertised. Her incredible shape and beauty were appealing to him less and less as time passed.
"I've got some better ones for later on!" Oliver promised.
"Oh, good!" Dolly enthused. "Whose?"
"You'll see!" he grinned and again winked at Bob before turning his attention to his new protegee, Marilyn. Damn, she's just oozing sex! he thought, still finding her frigidity hard to believe. She sat primly, yet her hot pink dress hid nothing at all. She might just as well have been naked. It was not difficult to imagine her body.
Bob sat back on the couch next to his wife. He was a little worried, somewhat apprehensive. So far he hadn't been able to second-guess what Oliver was planning to do. He sipped his drink absently as he watched Oliver, who was having trouble keeping his eyes off Marilyn. I wonder, he thought, if he isn't too damned interested in Marilyn. Well, interested or not, he could be trusted and that's what mattered. How could any man help being interested in Marilyn?
Oliver decided to get things moving. "Bob ... I heard a good joke today. I mean it's kind of crazy ... from Lucille, if you know what I mean." Bob chuckled already and so did Oliver.
"I suppose it's a dirty joke." Marilyn said resignedly.
"I hope so," Dolly giggled.
"Naw," Oliver drawled. "It's just cute."
"It's a Lucille joke," Bob laughed as though that would explain everything. "Shoot, Oliver."
"Well, there were these two kids in the hospital nursery, see. Just born not more than one or two days before. But they were laying there, getting kind of bored. Finally one of them turns to the other and says, 'Hey, you. What kinda kid are you?' 'What do yuh mean, what kinda kid am I ... a new kid, what else?'
'Naw, stupid,' the first kid says. 'I mean are yuh a boy or a girl?' The second kid thinks a minute and then says, 'Gee, I don't know. What are you?' So the first kid says proudly, 'I'm a boy!'
'A boy!' the second kid says. 'How do yuh know that?' The first little kids looks at the other one real disgusted, you know and he says, 'You don't know? Well, wait until the nurse leaves and I'll show yuh.' So finally the nurse finishes what she's doing and gets out of the nursery and leaves the two kids alone, you know? The second kid say, 'Okay now, she's gone. How do yuh know you're a boy?' The first little kid starts to kick at his blanket and he kicks and kicks until finally he gets his legs out on top and kicks his legs way up in the air. 'Look,' he says. 'Blue booties!'
"Oh, Oliver!" Dolly droned. She could not believe her ears. Never had she heard such a mild joke in this family. Bob, too, was surprised. He thought Oliver would come on a little stronger considering the effect he must want to produce on Marilyn. He had been watching his wife, in fact, out of the corner of his eye, he had watched her face harden toward the end of the story as she assumed what the story meant her to assume, but now the corners of her mouth twitched. She laughed a little even.
"I think that's sweet," she told Oliver.
He turned his attention full on his nephew's luscious wife. "You liked that, huh? Well I'm glad someone appreciates my humor around here. Here, let me tell you this one." He sat on the edge of the couch and leaned right into her ear and started to whisper. Bob knew that Marilyn must be thinking how rude it was to whisper in front of others, but whatever Oliver told her did make her laugh in spite of her scruples, and immediately he began to whisper again. Dolly crooked a finger at Bob and Bob left his seat to go to her. Oliver, still whispering, swung around and took Bob's place beside Marilyn, who was apparently enjoying the kind of attention Oliver was bestowing on her.
"Oliver wants you to tell me about the time you went to the nudist beach with him from that chair over there, but you are not to mention that it was with him," Dolly whispered. Bob caught on then! Sure! Uncle Oliver was ingratiating himself with Marilyn, playing the purist next to raunchy Bob! Yeh, he got it! He went to the far chair that had been pulled out of the conversation center before they arrived and broke into the whispering and soft music with a loud voice. First he laughed and then he shouted Dolly's name as though she were twice as far away as she was.
"Dolly! It reminds me of the time I found this nudist beach quite by accident. Well, almost by accident. I knew there was one in the area and I was with this Broa...." He cut that off and glanced at Marilyn as though to remind himself that his wife was there although he was more interested in whether she had heard it. She had although he wasn't sure how much she had heard so he continued. "I'd never been to a nudist camp, so I thought it would be kind of fun. What the hell!"
Bob had Marilyn's full attention now, he realized. Oliver had stopped whispering and said aloud, "I never knew about that, Bob. When was that?" He said this in an almost disapproving tone, probably meant to express what Marilyn would like to have said in a far more vehement fashion.
"Oh, uh, let's see. It couldn't have been too long before Marilyn and I became engaged because the friend I went with ... uh ... went into the service, let's see...."
"Well, anyway," said Dolly brightly, throwing her brown hair back over the chair as she rearranged her shapely legs in a more comfortable position as well as a more revealing one. "Who cares about the details? What was it like? I've never gone!"
"Who said I went in?" Bob asked with mock innocence to tease Oliver.
"Didn't you?" Dolly's eyes were wide from either alarm or interest.
"Yeah, of course I did and it was the most marvelous experience I've ever had," Bob enthused.
"I'm sure it was, dear," Marilyn spoke up. Her face was flushed and her hand came up to her chest as a silent warning that if he continued she would undoubtedly faint or something. He ignored her looks and gestures.
"You ought to go, Dolly. It gives you a great sense of freedom. I was there all day. What a tan! but anyway, speaking of dogs," he continued, pretending that dogs was the subject that he and Dolly had somehow been on. "We were just lying there sort of looking around at how friendly everybody was with each other and this little tiny dog came up. I mean, I've seen plenty of Chihuahuas but that had to be the smallest of them all, but you know what was really amusing was the owner on the other end of the string. God, was she big. A really fat woman. She was so fat and her breasts were kind of flat and they were resting on her stomach. Anyway, she came over and talked for awhile. She was really crazy about that tiny dog. I couldn't help but realize afterwards that the dog was like her turned inside out, you see. Tiny, fragile...."
"Vulnerable," Dolly added with a quick glance at Marilyn.
"Exactly!" Bob agreed.
"You were all naked?" Marilyn managed to ask, revealing the only part of the story that had made any impression on her.
"Why yes, of course!" Bob said. "That's the only way they let you in."
"Oh," she said in a tiny feminine voice, pouting her lip just a little. He was supposed to say that he was sorry and would not talk about such things anymore as long as it bothered her. At this moment, Dolly jumped up.
"Let's hear these records Bob brought!" she said, stopping the one that was then playing and placing a couple of records on the spindle. Marilyn looked wide-eyed at her husband and Bob had all he could do to swallow his own surprise and play along with what ever was cooking.
"Oh yeah," he added. "Listen closely now. These are really first rate!" Damn! What was on these things, he wondered. Oliver was looking at him with humor filming his eyes, which he did not let spill but which he obviously yearned to. Dolly was back in her chair and Bob had no idea whom to watch. He hoped the interruption was well timed. He could see that Oliver had succeeded in winning a surprising amount of warmth from his wife. It might not take much more to make her start climbing that walls although getting her to admit it was something else.
The record began and all four listened carefully and Bob tried to look as though he expected what was going to happen. Oliver must be getting a boot out of this, he thought. I'll kill him, the traitor! A slow, rhythmic bongo-drum beat came softly through the speakers, gaining in intensity and volume then fading to become a background. Bob noted with surprise that Oliver had managed to get and keep his arm around Marilyn's shoulders. In fact she looked kind of as though ... she thought it belonged there! On the record there was a gasp of sharply indrawn breath followed by deep throaty breathing that started to come faster and faster. Bob found himself breathing faster with it as did the others, probably. Then there was a slightly liquid sucking sound, accompanied by a rumbling thump at regular intervals, interspersed with a complaining squeak. Christ, he recognized this old thing. It had been around the family for ages.
Dolly gasped aloud, "Bob, is that really what I think it is?"
"Well, what do you think it is?" he countered. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Marilyn was beginning to shrink into Oliver's protecting arm.
"Oh, God ... I'm not sure!" she listened, excitement rising in her because she, of course, knew what it was.
"Oh, no!" Marilyn cried. "Is it for real? A ... are they actually...?"
"Sure!" Oliver said. "Let's listen. Maybe there's a joke, too, or something. A better joke than I tell anyway," he grinned, squeezing Marilyn's shoulder with affection. The old fox! First he had let her think that he was in sympathy with her and won her confidence. Then once she was accepting that they were of one mind, he was gently and gradually going to lead her mind over to his true way of thinking. Wow! Bob thought. What other guy could have pulled it off?
A woman's voice was murmuring on the record, "Oh ... that feels soooooo goooood!" Bob and Oliver felt it begin at the same time. The contracting lift of the balls, first, and then the surging, tumid growth as wild blood was pumped into the penis and trapped there. Christ, Bob wondered. Am I supposed to take Dolly?
Watching Dolly closely, Bob saw her obvious discomfort as she began to squirm in her chair. Her breath was a little jerky. The fullness of her breasts under her dress rose with her breath, fighting the thin material for release. He grinned to himself. Damn me, if she isn't getting hot already! His cock was hard and ready inside his pants, and he could feel the slippery fluid exuding from its slitted head to be absorbed, wastefully, in the cloth of his shorts.
Marilyn was shocked almost beyond reason. It really is a recording of somebody making love! It's all so realistic. It couldn't be anything else! She didn't want to listen. Consciously she tried to filter it out but the persistently driving rhythm could not be ignored. She could not figure out just where Oliver stood on all this. He seemed to be listening. Perhaps he was being polite because he was also squeezing her arm as though he were sensitive and aware of her own discomfort. She ought to speak up and make it known that she was not a party to this and disapproved. For now, coming clearly through the speakers was the unmistakable sound of nakedly slapping flesh on flesh, and Marilyn could imagine the woman's upturned buttocks, her wide-spread legs cradling the man who was driving a huge penis deep up into her belly. Then suddenly, in spite of her conscious revulsion, she was aware of the rising itch of sexual arousal. Her vagina up between her legs was moist ... and she didn't want it. God! She did not want to be aroused now with everyone here! What kind of game was her husband playing?
Oliver Sachette shot a quick glance at Dolly. Her breathing was quickened, and he saw that her glazed eyes were locked on his nephew, Bob. He followed her gaze to where Bob's pants were bulged out. There was a big cock hidden there just waiting to be used. Christ, he wasn't going to let his nephew go without while he took care of the little miss not-so-iceberg. Dolly was a great gal, and she was sure interested in her part of the deal. He switched his gaze to Marilyn. She was sitting there primly in spite of his warm arm around her shoulders, but there were the slight tell-tale signs of uncontrolled breathing. Likewise he thought he detected a slight, almost unconscious, undulating movement of her hips. He moved his leg just a hair at a time until they just touched. She did not move away. In fact, she relaxed a little. Oliver thought, Bob keeps saying that she's a cold fish, that he can't seem to get her aroused to the point where fucking her is any fun for him or for her! He's got her figured wrong, that's all. There's not a thing wrong with her heating apparatus ... not a thing. Christ, it's going to be a ball finding out what would make her fuck willingly!
Faster and faster, the tempo on the record increased, the bongo-drums accenting the rhythm sharply, and the speakers began to swell in colume, filling the living room with the obscene sounds. Suddenly the woman's voice spoke plainly, "Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me harder!" Then the tempo increased. Faster and faster the slapping sounds of naked flesh on naked flesh came through the stereo speakers, and there was the ragged and raspy sound of labored breathing as the anonymous couple drove toward their climax.
Then it was there! The woman screamed, "Oh, my God! Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk meeeeeeeee! Aaaaaarrrrrdddddaaaaagggghhhi" Each person in the room, including Marilyn, was vicariously there on that unseeen bed as the unknown woman came wildly to a vagina bursting orgasm.
"Christ!" Oliver spoke first, choosing words that would keep Marilyn unsure of him.
"That's almost too real!"
Dolly leaned back against the arm of her chair, her legs stretched out and her own hand was stealing downward toward her pubic mound. Her breathing was raspy in her throat and she moaned, "Oh! I can't believe what it's doing to me!"
"Turn it off," Marilyn said, trying to appear cool and collected but her voice unusually strident. "This is absolutely insane!"
Bob didn't look at his wife. He was watching Dolly, wondering how far she would go over there and having a much better time than he had expected to have tonight. He made no move to shut off the stereo and neither did anyone else. The woman on the record was now gasping, "God ... that was good!"
The tension in the room was almost unbearable. Marilyn saw that Dolly's hand had stolen down to the slightly curving rise of her pubic mound and that her eyes were locked almost hypnotically on the throbbing bulge in Bob's pants. Bob, in turn, seemed oblivious of everything else except Dolly. Then she felt before she looked, Uncle Oliver's eyes alight with a salacious glow. Well, she couldn't really blame him....
The record kept spinning. A different couple on another bed began to make love, the sound boosted so that the slithering sounds of caressing hands were audible. Then a man's voice came through the speakers, "Suck it good, baby!" Against the background of drums, there was the obscenely lewd sounds of a moistly sucking mouth.
"God damn, that's unbelievable!" Oliver said, looking at Dolly. He immediately jumped up after a quick look at her watch.
"Oh ... oh Oliver, I almost forget!" Then she looked squarely at Bob. "I hate to be rude but I have to run. I told Oliver I couldn't stay even this late. Now if I could get a lift."
Bob took the hint. "Of course. I'll be glad to drive you. Are you sure you have to go so soon?"
"Yes, I'm expecting a terribly important call...."
"Dolly," Oliver said without stirring from his position or lowering his arm from Marilyn's almost bared shoulders. "You were a dream to come for this long to entertain an old bach like me!"
"No, no, Oliver," she came over to him and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Thanks a bunch for having me. It was so great meeting your relatives." She smiled sweetly into Marilyn's face and Marilyn was forced to smile back and nod. Things were going far too fast for her to keep up. Bob had already disappeared, found Dolly's coat, and brought it in. In a twinkling, he had helped her on with it and disappeared into the hallway after her while Uncle Oliver was ready to grab Bob's beautiful blonde wife by the shoulders if need be. He was holding her tight in his encircling arms, tighter than she realized. The long playing record was still going. Again, the sounds of wetly slapping flesh and the groan of a bed as well as the moans of the participants came through the speakers to them.
"W ... will you please turn that off, Oliver?" she asked.
"Yes, if you really want me to."
"I don't want to hear any more of that awful thing!" she choked. "It's horrible!"
Uncle Oliver asked with a grin, "Didn't it arouse you?"
"N ... no!" she lied.
"I was hoping it had, because it did them, you know, or didn't you notice."
She shook her head negatively. She was trying desperately to pull her shattered dignity together. Oliver sighed a deep sigh. "It looks to me as though your husband is going to be fucking very soon, and I was rather thinking of entertaining his wife."
"N ... no! You can't! I ... I won't let you!"
"Do you usually let him have all the fun while you sit around with your cold morals?" Oliver took her solidly in his arms, his lips finding hers, so soft and delectable and salty from her tears. For she had started to weep, just enough to remain gorgeous at it. He kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way through the barrier of her lips and teeth, then darting inside her mouth to probe and savor. She tried to escape him, attempting to squirm her head aside, to draw her head for back, but he followed, keeping his mouth tightly welded to hers. She wanted to scream. It was impossible. Futilely, she struggled in his arms, but he held her immobile and helpless.
The inexorable sounds of recorded sexual intercourse still came booming through the speakers, the increased tempo telling of another climax coming to the unseen couple. Marilyn couldn't help hearing it. She couldn't filter it out, neither could she deny her building sexual arousal. It was there ... a reality in her! Sharp, searing sensations slashed mercilessly at her unwanting loins, and she could feel the warmth of the moisture that exuded from her pussy's readying walls. Gradually, against her will, his lips and tongue ignited a slow fuse in her. It became erotic, the sexy sensations pervading her whole body as not his hands began to roam caressingly over her svelte curves. Then one of his hands found the fullness of a mounding breasts and she felt the tiny, coral nipple come to erect hardness under his taunting fingers, through the fabric of her clothing.
She was a mass of sensual feelings now. It was true that she was angry, hurt, and jealous. She believed Oliver about what Bob was doing with Dolly. She had seen them exchanging glances. There had been no previous mention about Dolly's having to leave early and how come she didn't have her own car? Yes, that story had been a lot of rubbish. Dolly was obviously a woman ... she gasped to herself ... who went after what she wanted sexually. Suddenly she became envious of the other woman's honest approach to her own needs. Then there was also that sex record, still dinning in her ears. She couldn't seem to escape it, as the couple, whose sex act had been recorded, came to explosive orgasm, the woman again screaming out her release. Unconsciously Marilyn was there with her, on that unseen bed, and her own breath became jerky and uncontrolled. All of it, the jokes, the sex record, the nudist talk, and Oliver's attentions, his voracious, deep-kissing tongue and mouth, his caressing hands all combined to throw a net over her and she was trapped in a seemingly unbreakable web of ecstatic sensations that coursed through her, charging her and promising her complete rapture. All she had to do was follow the dictates of her sexually aroused body. But I can't let him just do it to me! If I give in, I'll be no better than the Sachettes ... or than Dolly, the shameless little bitch!
There were a few moments of silence from the stereo as the automatic changer cycled and the record began over again at the beginning. The sounds beat against her in spite of herself. She was that unknown, unseen woman who lay beneath a man, taking his cock deep into her cunt while sound engineers made a recording of all that transpired. Then Marilyn was kissing Oliver Sachette back. Her tongue was a live snake in his mouth as she darted it between his lips to search probingly, savoring the sweet-sour taste of his mouth. She began to relax into his arms and her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth in subconscious signal to him of her readiness as uncontrollably, her desire flamed higher and higher with each passing moment. Her high-held principles, all the things she had believed in, were being wrenched out of place as her body began to dominate her completely.
Maneuvering her body around, Oliver laid her down on the couch. He looked down at her and whispered, "You're changing your mind after all, I see!"
She looked around, surprised to find her self stretched out on her back with Oliver looking down at her with lewd anticipation.
"No, no ... no! Let me up!" she struggled to rise.
"You know, maybe Bob's right," he smiled rather paternally. "You don't know what you want! Maybe it's time you got the full treatment!" He pushed her back down onto the couch none too gently. "We'll start by getting your clothes off so they won't get in the way."
"N ... no I won't!"
"Then I'll just have to rip them off!" he said, mildly enough. But there was a certain authority in his voice that stopped further objection. It was as though she had no right to object, as though she were being naughty to do so!
"You ... you wouldn't...?"
"Try me and see." He reached for the front of her dress.
"I'll d ... do it," she choked, shrinking away from that big hand.
Oliver Sachette chortled to himself. Damn! It's working! He had only played a role and she, somehow, had believed that he meant it! He had hit the answer right away. Bob felt too in awe of her. This was a woman who needed to be dominated and not just physically, but her mind had to be directed, too!
Dociley she submitted to being undressed, her garments coming off one by one until she was completely naked, her beautiful body exposed to his lewdly avid gaze.
"Damn it, you're absolutely luscious!" His eyes roamed over her, almost raping her. Then he ordered, "You can get my clothes off now!"
Marilyn hastened to obey. She didn't know why she was doing his bidding but there was nothing in her collection of feminine gestures to cope with this. Furthermore, there was something in his masterful way he went about it. It excited her, made her want to do it, and all the while in the background, persistent as a ticking clock, was the record spinning on the stereo, its sounds of raw sex seeming to permeate her whole consciousness. Then only his shorts remained and she hesitated, her eyes locked on the huge bulge in them. She didn't want to take that final step toward releasing his penis. It meant she was just that much closer to the time he would ... Oh, God! Would he really do it to his own nephew's wife? And what if Bob came back? But she had a sinking feeling that the whole affair had been well planned.
"Strip my shorts off too!" he told her firmly.
She did! Her eyes widened in disbelief. She knew her husband had a big one, long and thick, but Oliver's lanced out massive and solid from his lean belly ... longer and thicker, yet! His hand went down to it to stroke back the heavy foreskin, revealing the shiny, blood-filled head.
"You'll know you've been fucked when I shove this in your tight, little cunt!" he teased.
"Oh!" she gasped. "No!"
Marilyn knew she was trapped. There didn't seem to be any way out for her. In a few minutes as she visualized it, Oliver would be on top of her, kissing, biting, fondling, caressing, and shoving that monstrous thing into her as she lay under him helpless and defenseless. But she would resist him every step of the way! He could do what he wanted to do with her, if that's the way the plan was, but she wouldn't have to like it! The plan didn't have to accomplish anything! It was her last vestige of rational thought. She had never been so wrong!
The completely unexpected happened! Oliver hadn't planned it. Like all the Sachettes, however, he believed that fate was always on his side so that his eyes were open to ideas and opportunities. There on the console, he spotted a long white gull's feather that Jack's little daughter had brought him from the beach last week. What a terrific idea! He left Marilyn briefly, got the feather and held it behind his back when he returned to the couch. "Lie down and relax, sweetheart!" he told her. "No peeking, now! You're treatment's about to begin."
She obeyed, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together. Then her body jerked involuntarily at the light tickling touch of something that moved inch by tormenting inch up the smooth, sensitive groove between her tightly pressed thighs. She opened her eyes to see that Oliver held a long white feather in his hand. It was that she had felt. He was grinning down at her lewdly as he continued to tease her with the soft edge of it, dragging it ever so slowly along the ivory columns of her trembling thighs. Instinctively one of her hands darted to her genitals to protect them. She knew instantly the havoc that feather would play with her if it ever touched her there ... my God!
"I thought you'd like something different!" he growled, catching her hand and holding it away from his target in his own strong-fingered hand.
"It's like a torture!" she moaned. "Please ... please don't do that to me!"
"Not really. It'll be more like rapture, so you might as well enjoy it!" he asserted. "Now, open your legs!"
"No! I ... I won't let you ... use that on me!"
"Oh, you like things the hard way then!" Oliver released her hand and with both his hands on her knees, forced her legs wide apart, forcefully ... rather enjoying the hard, caveman role in which he had to cast himself with her. "Okay, you little bitch! If that's the way you want ... to be forced, I'll force you! You are going to get fucked so hard you'll remember it for the rest of your life!"
Holding her quivering soft thighs apart with one hand, he began again to titillate her naked flesh with the tormenting feather. Marilyn moaned in humiliation as a feeling of helplessness overcame her. She clapped her hands over her face, covering her eyes to shield herself from having to watch as well as to try to impress on Oliver the shame with which he was inflicting her. Marilyn groaned aloud as the tantalizingly light edges of the feather in his hands traced tiny circles on the satiny, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, going briefly into the hollows on either side of her delicate, flesh cunt lips. She wanted to scream in objection to the tormentingly erotic torture he was committing, but Oliver's seemingly sudden change to meanness and dominating force frightened her. This man seemed to be as temper mental as her husband and she didn't want him to become violent! He might hurt her! She stifled the scream as it was born in her throat. Oh! Oooooh! My God!
If he had just crawled on top of her and started pounding his big cock into her, she could have coped with it by denying it, but denying herself ... but the feather! That was something else! He had hardly touched her himself and yet her rising passion spiraled out of her control.
The feather in his hand moved relentlessly and now it was going into the pulsating, coralline furrow of her pussy until it was between the golden, softly hair-ringed lips of her cunt. She gasped involuntarily as it generated powerful electric sensations that arced flashingly in her unwanting loins.
He twisted the tenderness of the feather around and around, dipping it every now and then between the throbbing inner petals, which had begun to flower open with the engorgement of trapped blood. As he watched, he saw them quiver with excitement and begin to turn to an even darker hue of purplish pink. Her body cringed and shivered with lewd excitement and she tried to screw her hips down into the soft cushions of the couch to escape it. Never ... never had she experienced such a lewd, sexy, sensually exciting sensation! Ooooohhhh! That feather! He'll drive me crazy with it!
Panting now in short, sharp gasps, she could feel it clearly as he thrust it twirlingly in and out of her sensate cuntal passage, igniting ecstatic fires of desire she had never known. The sensations leaped and flared in her nerve ending like a forest fire racing out of control before a gale-force wind, destroying everything in its path. She was sure that the innocent feather he wielded was a devastatingly destructive tool of cruel torture, and that it would be the source of her complete moral collapse. Then, there'll be nothing left, she moaned to herself illogically. She tried to fight back against the rising tide of excitement in her loins, attempting to deny the existence of the rapture she was feeling just as she had learned to deny the presence of a rapacious cock plundering her cunt. But she was helpless in the face of that relentless feather.
Unconsciously, uncontrollably, her hips began to undulate under her, inscribing tiny, lewd circles of salacious desire. Suddenly she became acutely aware of the heated moisture in her cunt. Viscid fluids exuded, copiously from the readying walls of her vagina, oozing in droplets of moist slipperiness into the pink throbbing slit of her cunt. Nature had prepared her generously for the entrance of a long and thick, ecstasy-producing cock, one not her husband's but his uncle's! No! God No! I don't want that! I ... I can't go through with this! It's horrible! Insane! "Oh, my God, Oliver! P ... please! I can't stand any more! Please!" she begged in utter huniliation, no wiles at her command now.
Oliver would not stop, not yet. He twirled the feather farther up through the furrow of her cringing cunt, the teasing tip of it sliding finally upward through the sparse golden ring of pubic hair to the erect, throbbing clitoris that peeped out from its protective crevice of flesh. He brushed it tormentingly up and down the short length of the miniature phallus, concentrating on the sensitive triangle of its tumescent head.
Again Marilyn choked back a scream, but this time it was a scream of utter rapture she stifled. No! She would not allow him the pleasure of knowing that he had won, that he had subjugated her with a tiny, insignificant white gull's feather. It played there for only a few moments, then as quickly as it had come to her nerve-rich clitoris, the lust-inciting feather was gone. She felt it dragging lightly up through the silky, softly curling golden hair of her genital triangle, on up across her abdomen and over her flat belly to dip twirlingly, playfully into her navel. Then, reversing itself, it moved out on a diagonal to the hollow of a groin. With a broad sweep, it was suddenly on her breasts, orbiting them in a figure-eight pattern that grew smaller and smaller as it moved up the mounding contours of her smooth, white breasts ... up and up to the crowning cones of her cameo-pink, erect nipples. Oh! Ooooohhh! That feels so good. I won't be able to hold out much longer or I'll go mad! God, why doesn't he just hove his big cock in me and start fucking me with it! Then she realized what she had thought. She had never consciously spoken those words before, even to herself, but they had come readily to her mind and ... and ... they felt so good!
Mewlings and whimperings of fully unleashed desire began to come from her lips in an unceasing stream of unintelligible throat sounds, as the feather in Oliver's hand, still damp from the moistness of her cunt, spun in ever smaller circles until it revolved around only one of her hardened nipples, playing on the areola first and then on the pink, erect column of the nipple itself. Her breasts tingled and swelled with the lascivious sensations that burned in them, seeming to spread warmly through her whole body. Her shame and humiliation was almost too much to bear. Here was yet another feeble attempt to fight against what was happening to her as her mind issued a warning, but it was too late. Her body had won. Its wants and desires had triumphed over her reasoning mind, and she moved her shoulders to jiggle her breasts lewdly against the tantalizing torment of the feather. She wanted more and more of it. The battle was lost! The question really was, who would win the war?
Even as she fought against it, expending the last of her reasoning mind's ammunition, she was aware of the painfully throbbing ache in her loins, an ache that she knew now had only one cure. The moisture there in her cunt made her even more expectant. Anticipation rose excitedly as she thought of the relief that would be hers in the thrusting plunges of Oliver's lust-hardened cock. Every fibre of her being was screaming for fulfillment, for release in a soaringly complete orgasm. There was no question in her mind at that point as to whether he would fuck her or not. She wanted him to do it and the sooner the better!
Pride, self-respect, and reason had battled ineffectually to gain control of her sensuously writhing body and had lost. Now she was forced to see herself as she really was. The image she had finally drawn was that of a young goddess starved for love without knowing that it was for sex! She had denied her own sensual, vibrant body its true sexuality, a body that wanted real love and life and had not been exposed to either. Then she was catapaulted suddenly into a situation with which she couldn't cope, and before she knew what was happening to her, she had been thrown into the arms of her husband's own uncle! Now she lay on his couch while a feather in Oliver Sachette's hand was teasing sensually at the taut nipples of her full, swelling breasts, a slave to him, to her building passions. He was torturing her erotically, arousing her to full sexual response, subjugating her to his will as lewdly obscene fires flamed in her loins. She had fought it but her mind had deserted the field, leaving her body the victor. So why struggle against a gift freely given, the gift of wanton, uninhibited sex pleasure? Come! Enjoy to the fullest she was bidden, and suddenly she realized the foolishness of further struggle. The rewards for not struggling were the greater!
Caressingly her hands drifted to the magnificently sculpted mounds of her breasts. Now knowing why, she cupped them upward, kneading and massaging and involuntarily pressing their beautiful firm ripeness upward from her quivering body, offering the demanding flesh to be taunted and tantalized with yet more of the lewd, exciting sensations to which she thrilled. Her erect, sensitive nipples throbbed with delight, wanting more and more of everything!
As Marilyn's confused mind retreated, releasing her body from conscious control, liberating her to the total, depraved enjoyment of the sensual yearnings of her love-starved body, she was disappointed to feel the taunting tip of the feather leave her throbbing, aching breasts, but it was a short-lived frustration as she felt it trace a sensuous path down through the gently perspiring valley between the white, full mounds of her breasts. It moved inexorably downward, down, down, and down until it arrived again at the pulsatingly expectant furrow of her cunt.
She gasped with sheer rapture as it brushed lightly through the golden curls of her pubic triangle, pausing momentarily to pirouette up and down the short length of her hotly pulsating clitoris. She almost screamed with frustration when it didn't stay there. Instead it danced on down to the moist, palpitating portal of her cunt, where it probed in and out experimentally, with uncontrolled abandon, her hips undulated her loins against the curling tip of the feather and she was sure that there was nothing in the world to equal the fiery, slashing sensations it produced until it moved on, down further, to run in tight circles around the brown, nakedly exposed ring of her anus! Her full, rounded buttocks jerked convulsively as the tip of the feather nestled in against the clasping, rubbery flesh of her rear passage. "Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned ecstatically. The sensations the feather produced were unbelievable. "Oh, God! Stop! Oliver, please stop! I ... I can't take any more of it!"
Oliver paid no attention. He crouched over her loins plying the white feather, watching as she raised her hips up to it, her anus seemingly wanting to claim the teasing feather for its own. God damn! She's really getting hot! Almost hot enough to fuck! I can hardly wait to get my cock into that cute little cunt, but I want to make sure that she's ready for anything...! His big cock throbbed achingly and he was aware that it had been jerking spasmodically, squeezing a tiny rivulet of clear, viscous lubricant from the slitted tip. It wasn't necessary to hold her legs apart now as she was spreading them wider herself, her loins searching upward undulantly for the feather in his hand.
It was her brain, feeling the overload, that craved release from the torment ... demanding relief of the frustration of an ecstasy sustained for too long a time. But her lust-crazed body demanded mroe and yet more of the erotically sadistic tantalization in her loins. Letting go of her legs, Oliver reached down with his free hand to grasp the shaft of his throbbing cock. He milked the foreskin back, revealing the purplish, lust-inflated cock-head. With his thumb, he spread the viscid lubricant over the broad tip while his other hand kept the feather moving, searching out her clitoris again. Her supercharged nerves could take no more of it. "Stop! Oooohhhhh, God ... Stop! Stop!" she screamed. "No more, please! No more!!!!"
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yes ... oh, yes, please! I'll do anything you want, but please ... I can't take any more of that feather!" Marilyn moaned.
Oliver grinned his satisfaction. Damn! She is ready to do anything, everything now! I can do whatever the hell I want to her and she wouldn't object!
The agonizing torment was suddenly gone from her frustrated cunt, leaving her breathless, and she slowly relaxed down into the cushions of the couch feeling a flooding sense of relief that it was all over finally. The sadistically teasing feather had raised her to the highest pitch of sexual excitement she had ever experienced. Now she began to wallow in a depressing sense of shame as she realized that in her desperation she had told Oliver that he could do anything he wanted to her. God! I've crossed completely to their side! I ... I actually agreed to ... to let him, my own husband's uncle, fuck me! And that's what I really want! I want him to shove that beautifully hard cock of his in my cunt and fuck me! Yet this time, she was no longer horrified and she thought of it in more basic terms, devoid of how she "Should" react.
Oliver tossed the feather aside. It had served its purpose! "But you did like it, didn't you?"
"Like it? It was horrible ... frustrating!" she moaned in complain.
"So now you're ready for anything. I've decided not to fuck you. Yet!"
A bombshell of disappointment and frustration exploded inside her. After all this he's not going to fuck me? Oh, no! He can't mean it! Marilyn groaned aloud and she ground her hips undulantly under her. "I ... I can't wait any longer, Oliver, dear, dear Oliver! I've got to have it now!"
"Not yet, Marilyn! I told you that I was going to give you the full treatment, remember? Well, the best part's yet to come!" His lewd smile spread across his face as he anticipated his next humiliating, degrading act. Standing on his feet suddenly, he grasped her ankles and hauled her bodily down the couch until her hips rested on the low, sloping arm. As he positioned her, he grunted, "Grab that throw pillow and put it under the small of your back!" She quickly did his bidding. Then he knelt at the end of the couch, his head dropping down until it hung just above her softly pulsing vaginal opening. Grasping the under sides of her knees, he spread her thighs wide and draped her knees up over his shoulders. Damn! He'd never seen a cuter, tighter, or lovelier little pussy. Avidly he gaped down at the pink, narrow slit. Viscous moisture oozed in tiny rivulets from her open cunt lips. God! She's more than ready!
Marilyn looked down at him through the narrow valley of her full, mounding breasts, her eyes crazed with a lust she had never known. She could feel the palms of his hands hot against the quivering, tender flesh of her inner thighs as he held them wide apart. Suddenly she knew his intentions and she wanted it, too! She had the insane desire to open her legs even wider to allow him full access to her throbbing pussy. After the agony of the feather ... to be licked there ... would be a piece of pure heaven! It's crazy! Everything's turned upside down! To think I've never let my own husband do it and now I'm ready and willing to let his uncle l ... lick me or suck me ... or whatever he wants to do! Watching him, she felt a fascination tinged with exultant anticipation ... and a small dash of horror. She was actually going to let him do it! Her mind had still not accepted the treason of her body completely. Everything she had believed in was being destroyed. Slowly, Oliver Sachette's chestnut curls with here and there a single strand of white, came down over her loins and she moaned with the ecstasy of her joyful anticipation. She wanted it! God! How badly she wanted it!
"Aaaaaauuuuugggggghhh!" she moaned, and her body jerked uncontrollably as his moist, heated lips made searing contact with her hotly pulsating vaginal orifice. Images were blurred, sounds were muffled, and her heart pounded out of control as he planted lewd, moist kisses on the tingling opening of her sensation-filled cunt. Still playing on the stereo was the record Dolly had started. The second couple was on again and the man's recorded voice had just ordered the woman to suck his cock. Dimly, Marilyn thought about it. Oh, I wonder if Oliver's full treatment means he'll make me do that? Suck on his cock? Oh, God, I couldn't do that! Then she forgot it as she became totally involved with what was happening to her, there, down below, between her open legs, where Oliver's mouth was causing all those wonderful sensations.
Her own hands moved with sensual knowledge up over the twin mounds of her throbbing nipples for a moment before they slipped slowly down over the flat plane of her belly, coming to rest in her groin on either side of Oliver's slaving mouth. Caressingly her fingers stroked herself there from the flexing hollows of her inner thighs upward to the fleshy, hair-ringed lips of her sensate pussy, kneading and massaging all around them until she could wait no longer. Slowly then, wanting more than anything else in the world to do it, she spread the pink moist lips of her cunt with her fingertips, pulling them to either side to allow his voracious mouth the complete liberty up between her widespread thighs. It was something she felt she had to do! She wanted to give all of herself to him now! And she wanted everything, in return!
She was moaning incessantly with desire. She pressed her elbows in tight to her ribs as she reached down to pull her cunt's lips apart for him. Her blonde hair was in moist disarray and her head flailed from side to side helplessly. She experienced unbridled rapture as his agile, searing tongue darted out, its soft tip searching for her palpitant clitoris. Tantalized, she felt his lips suck the tiny erectile but into his mouth while his tongue licked at it maddeningly without let-up or mercy. Unashamedly now she groaned out her ecstatic pleasure, mewling and purling with each new searching exploration of his tongue on her over-heated cunt. Slowly he worked his mouth up and down the narrow length of her moist, sex-hungry furrow, starting at her lower belly and moving with steady licking presure on down to the flowered-out opening of her hungrily clasping vagina. He stabbed his long tongue into her and moved it in circles just inside the thin, vertical mouth for several long moments before it traveled down again, down into the crease of her hollowing buttocks, stopping to probe teasingly at the tight puckered ring of her anus. Her hips ground wildly into his face, begging for more of the same. "Oh! Ooooh! Ooooohhhh! My Goddd!" she moaned. "Don't do that ... to meeeee!"
Marilyn's constant moans only drove his tongue faster and faster. He wanted her begging to be fucked when he was ready to shove his big, aching cock into her. She was already more than ready, he knew, and he wanted her that way, practically ready to cum. Then he would be able to bring her to a multiple orgasm. That should do the trick. Say, he might go into business....
Suddenly she reached out to entangle her fingers in Oliver's dark curls, guiding his mouth directly to the palpitating portal of her cuntal passage. She pulled him in tight between her wide-spread thighs in close contact. Obligingly, he plunged his long tongue into the moist, heated vaginal opening, flicking his tongue in and out, then withdrawing it to trace erotically around the ragged coralline edges. With lust-crazed strength, she pulled him in closer, pressing his mouth tight to the throbbing, demanding hole. His lips ovaled to cover the clasping, palpitant orifice, and his tongue began to thrust deeply into her in imitation of a fucking cock. A low, animal-like moan came from deep in her heaving chest as her warm, trembling thighs closed convulsively around either side of his head.
He could feel the moist, satiny flesh of the walls of her cunt as they slipped moistly around his extended tongue, and the lining tissues of her vagina seemed to clasp and unclasp in a tiny sucking action of its own as though her cunt were attempting to pull his lingual member deeper and deeper into its moist, warm depths. Her heels dug in hard against his crouching back to push him down harder into the fleshy vee of her wide-splayed thighs. Christ! He could just barely breathe! His nose was mashed tight to the erectly quivering bud of her clitoris above and his tongue drove into her wildly below. Goddamn! It was inciting his cock to a throbbing hardness that told him he couldn't wait much longer himself. Never before had he been able to hold himself back this long. He had to get into her pretty soon or he would be spewing his spunk all over the whole damned place!
Bob's wife's body was lost, consumed in the fires of her desire that raged sensuously in her. Every fiber of her being was attuned to the sex-sensations that arced blindingly, flashingly across her nerve endings. Her muscles strained and tensed as she shoved her hips undulantly up toward the excitation of the maddening probing of his tongue into her demanding cunt. It was magnificent! It was beautiful beyond compare, beyond her wildest imagination. It was from out of this world. First the tantalizing feather and now, his licking tongue! His sucking mouth was bringing her sex-pleasure she had never known existed. Uncontrollably Marilyn writhed and squirmed under the insanely licking tongue of Uncle Oliver Sachette until she thought she would go mad from the sheer ecstasy he was inciting in her love-starved cunt. Her heart was a run-away trip-hammer in her chest, pounding there beneath her breasts as she watched him, her fingers laced behind his head now, trying to pull the ecstatic torment of his tongue even deeper into her flowered-open vaginal orifice. God! It had gone on and on for too long, and she hoped it would never stop! Suddenly it did. She looked down at Oliver in surprise as he pushed himself back and away from her, breaking the grip of her hands laced across the back of his head.
"Okay, sweetheart, I'm ready to fuck you!" It was a statement of fact, but for Marilyn, it was her moment of truth. She had known it was going to happen, that it had to happen, but now was the time. It had arrived, and there was a fragment of reserve resistance left to her. She lay there as if paralyzed, her eyes staring at him, trying to understand, as his obscene statement ricocheted excitingly inside her skull. There had to be one shred of integrity left her!
"C ... can't you just keep licking ... me?" she suggested.
"No! You're going to take my cock in your cunt now!" Oliver said firmly, standing on his feet and coming over her where she lay with her hips elevated on the arm of the couch, his hips sliding into the acute angle of her thighs.. "So take it in your hand and put it in that hot, little pussy of yours!"
She groaned at what she thought was the final degradation. Her body quaked with both need and shame, but her hand reached out in uncontrolled obedience to his words, to pause only an inch away. She stared in dismay at the monstrous shaft of hardened flesh, the cock-head fiery red and glistening, and she balked, her head shaking her unwillingness to go that final distance.
"Do it ... Goddamn it! Take my cock in your hand and put it in now!" he roared.
"Oooohhh God!" she moaned. "I can't!"
"Now ... I said!"
She did it. Her hand grasped Oliver long and thick cock, and she guided it to the moist, throbbing hole of her cunt, using the bulbous cock-head to part the full, fleshy lips of her pussy. She reeled with both fear and anticipation.
Flexing his hips as he stood leaning over her, Oliver drove his aching cock straight into her with one long, slithering thrust. It gored into her with the force of a rutting bull.
"Aaaaooouuuggghhh!" Marilyn screamed as his thick, blood-engorged prick speared up into the tight, resilient sheath of her cunt, the full length and breadth of it racing far up into her belly until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack heavily up against the soft, upturned cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks.
Oh, God! He's bigger than I ... I thought! A lot-bigger than Bob! She didn't dare move. He might split her in two with it! He had stuffed her full of cock and her vagina felt raw from the brutal force of his entry. She thought she could feel every wrinkle in the surface skin of his massive cock as it lay sunk deep in her belly like an unpeeled log.
For a moment he held it in her immobile as his breath came raspy in his throat. Then deep inside her he flexed it hard, his cock lurching deeper into her another fraction of an inch. He held himself above her not moving and yet, as Bob's wife began to mewl helplessly beneath him, he asked her, "Do you want me to fuck you now?"
"Oh, God, yes! I've waited so long!"
"Then ask!" he demanded.
Marilyn stared at him in utter disbelief. This was the final humiliation then! Her hips were already grinding up to him, wanting his big cock to start pounding in and out of her, but he was withholding it to make her beg for it!
"Please ... do it to me, Oliver!" she pleaded.
"Not that way! Ask me to fuck you!" he hissed.
She wanted it, needed it! Nothing else mattered now! "Ooooh yesss! I ... I want you to ... fuck me Oliver! Please fuck me! I've got to have your cock in my ... cunt ... fucking me now!" she moaned, feeling herself completely subjugated. There was nothing left, no pride, no morals, nothing but the thick, lusting cock of Uncle Oliver Sachette sunk deep up inside her now hungrily demanding vagina.
As he began to rock above her, using short, smooth strokes, Marilyn's body reacted of its own free will. Her complete surrender to the lewd pleasures of sex caused further thrills of salacious excitement to spiral the length of her body from the tips of her toes to the crown of golden hair on her head. Then as she felt the easy tempo of his thrusting cock, she moaned wetly up into his mouth and ground her buttocks hotly up to him, countering him, fucking him back with all her strength. Her lovely face was contorted with the sweet agony of her passion as wantonly, she tried to give back as much as she was getting. Suddenly her body convulsed and she began to climax! Waves of spasmodic ecstasy swept over her as he continued to plunge in and out of her. "Aaaauuuggghhh!" she screamed. "I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Oliver grinned with satisfaction. "That's the first one!" he grunted, increasing his pace and the length of his stroke. "But I'm just going to keep on fucking you and you'll just keep cumming!" Then he began to slam his cock into her with demon force, goring her with it and showing no mercy. He was drawing his thick, heavy shaft out of her, almost all the way, then shoving it home in the moist sheath of her cunt until his bloated balls smacked up hard against the sensitive, puckered orifice of her anus, in the crevice between her hollowing buttocks. His testicles ached with the mounting pressure, the need to cum. His head was light and dizzy with ever-increasing lust. Christ! I've got to cum pretty soon! He searched for one more erotically inciting thing to do to her. He had to do something to make her cum one more time, at least, before he came himself, He found it. She'll get almost the full treatment!
Slipping his hand down over the smooth skin of her lasciviously gyrating buttocks, he used his finger to search out the tiny, crinkled hole that nestled there unprotected. He felt the sharp intake of her breath and the involuntary jerk of her loins as he found it, his finger circling it teasingly. Moistening his finger in the rivulet of warm, viscous fluid that seeped from her cuntal opening, he taunted her tiny, sensitive rectal mouth sadistically before making his move. "Now, I'm going to shove my finger in your asshole!" he grunted hoarsely.
Marilyn had already divined his intentions. She struggled with her breathing as vibrant, ecstatic sensations were born in her anew. She wanted it! She wanted to be subjected to his every lewdly vile whim. The very thought of it caused her to shiver with delight. "Oooooh, yesss! I want it! I want you to shove your finger in me ... there!"
"Where? Goddamn it! Where do you want it?"
"I ... in my asshole!" she trembled. Her body, after that first orgasm had descended to a lower level of arousal, but now prurient sensations soared in her again, and she knew that she would be able to cum again! Never would she have thought it possible!
His head screamed with lustful exhilaration as she accepted his final degrading act, and his hardened, aching cock felt as though it would explode before he ever squirted his cum into her cunt. With unnatural mounting excitement, his finger fumbled and thrust at the tight puckered ring of her anus before he found it and pushed his finger into it brutally, recklessly, feeling the soft spongy walls give way rubberily before his assault. His finger had gone deep into her rectum, clear to the palm of his hand, in one forceful thrust.
"Oooohhh!" Marilyn gasped painfullly as she was skewered by his finger and pounded mercilessly by his rampaging cock.
Goddamn! He'd never had a fuck like this one! He was stimulated beyond all reason, his cock seeming to expand and grow harder with each passing moment. As she forced her heated cunt up and down his jack-hammering shaft, he rotated his finger in her back passage, then began to move it in and out in concert with his thundering cock.
Beneath him she moaned almost incessantly. Never had she felt such exquisite pleasure-pain in her whole life. Pain seemed to permeate her whole rectum from his finger moving inside the deep, rubbery warmth of it, even as unbelievable rapture filled her belly. Then the painful agony of his rectal entrance began to lessen as she adjusted to its obscene presence which suddenly added to the rapturous pleasure spiraling through her. She lifted her loins undulantly, attempting to screw her throbbing anus back onto his finger at the same time as she tried to absorb all of his wonderful cock into her pulsating, demanding cuntal sheath.
Oliver could barely contain his lust any longer. His balls ached with his need to cum, and he rammed into her upthrust pussy with insane fury. She had accepted his hotly worming finger in her back passage with delight. He grinned lewdly as suddenly he pulled his finger out and instantly thrust in two fingers together. She screamed beneath him. That's what he squirmed both fingers around deep inside the warm, spongy depths of her rectum, feeling his own cock plunging in and out of her through the thin tissues separating the twin passages of her loins. Slowly her first whimpers of pain subsided to be replaced by mewling moans of pure pleasure as her rear entrance became accustomed to the lewd, unnatural invasion there.
She had never known such insane ecstasy before, and now Marilyn began writhing and squealing in outright, wanton abandon under his double ravishment. She was so wild with desire she thought her mind would snap.
Oliver Sachette, pounding into his nephew's wife, had reached the point where he feared he would go mad if he couldn't cum soon! God! It had to be ... now! He looked down to where his big cock was slipping smoothly in and out of her delectable cunt, concentrating on the feel of the soft, hair-lined folds of her clasping passage as it seemed to cling to his furiously rampaging prick that was thrusting into her with pile-driving force. Desperately he tried to think of something else he could do to her, something that would humiliate and subjugate her even more and at the same time spur him on to completion. He couldn't think of anything to do unless they stopped. Hell! There's no stopping now come hell or high water! So, he snaked a hand down between them to the lips of her cunt and fondled them, bringing forth further moans from her, and he could feel the clutching muscles of her vagina as it sucked and massaged around the base of his steel-hard cock in its voracious desire to swallow all of his outsize length and breadth.
With superhuman effort he tried to increase the tempo and deepen his jack-hammer thrusts as she writhed and squirmed wildly beneath him, grinding up at his cock with feral, rutting energy, her legs jerking out to the side, her toes curling, and he knew that she would come to her second orgasm ... soon! Harder and harder he buffeted her, suddenly pulling his fingers from her back passage with a moist, obscene hissing sound. He came down on her, pressing her knees back brutally to bring the table of her magnificent loins higher and wider open to his almost inhuman plunges into her completely flowered open cunt. Damn! No woman's ever taken all of me ... like she is!
"Oh! Ooohhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Marilyn began to chant under him, her lovely face contorted with the intensity of her wild passion. Oliver groaned and grunted, grinding hard and deep in his effort to ram his giant staff as far into her as was humanly possible. His cock ached for quick release. Now! Now! Now! Beneath him he watched as her breasts heaved and quivered, seeming to swell before his eyes, the nipples coning out into hard pink buds, drops of perspiration forming on her breasts to trickle into the valley between, and there was a pink blush of passion on her alabaster breasts.
Then suddenly she was screaming under him as her body convulsed in orgasm for the second time. "Ooooh ... my God!" Her voice had an other-worldly quality of unreality. "I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnngggg again! Auuggghh gggghhhhh!"
Deeper and faster he pounded his cock into the moist depths of her cunt, using all of his strength, and he felt her lurch under him and begin to spasm wildly, the walls of her clinging, clasping pussy milking at his cock's head feverishly, her breath coming in raspy, short gasps. He sensed the beginning of his ejaculation. The burning stream racing the full length of his cock to spew far up into the deep recesses of her vaginal vault, brought him an almost never-ending, sweet ecstasy as she ground her cunt up tight to him to absorb his length completely.
Marilyn moaned aloud with her rapture. Her thighs quivered and her belly quaked with the sheer pleasure he emptied in spurts into her, filling the tightness of her hotly constricting belly to the brim. She had never known that such joy ever existed. She let her legs fall limp shamelessly as the euphoric waves of her release flooded through her body, relaxing all the built-up tension. I ... I came ... twice! Now all of the shame, the humiliation was second in her thoughts. She had been fucked and fucked good by a man who was not her husband and she loved it!
God, what a memory it made. Her first real fuck and by Uncle Oliver Sachette! As she lay quietly beside her sleeping husband, Marilyn mused on the possiblity of switching Bob off for Oliver. Would Oliver marry her if she divorced Bob? No. She knew he wouldn't. Whatever Uncle Oliver had done to her, he had done for his nephew, and the Sachette loyalty was very high. Hmph! Now she wished she had an aunt to sic on Bob!
CHAPTER THREE
That night with Uncle Oliver had been only the first night of their stay, too. She and Oliver had finished their evening with another martini and a few Sachette family stories before she gave up waiting for Bob to return and went to bed. He called all the way from the bakery the next day to tell her that one of his bakers was ill and he was going to have to fill in for him. He might not be able to get back except for a late dinner, if Oliver didn't mind waiting. The day had been filled with shopping and movies and lunch with the Sachette women, or some of them. She got back to Oliver's house just in time for cocktails. He had started the coals in the brazier out on the terrace so that they could cook mushrooms to go with his dreadfully good martinis.
"God, I'm glad you got back," he told her. "It was reaching the point where I couldn't wait much longer. It's going to be bad enough having to wait to eat dinner!" Wow, she looked good!
Whatever she wore seemed to set off her luscious body to advantage, even the tailored suit she wore this afternoon. He swept his eyes over her appreciatively as she smiled. He also suppressed the desire to take Bob's ravishingly beautiful wife into his arms and murmur polite amenities directly into her ear, in between kisses. He guessed he ought to leave some of the work to Bob. He poured their well-chilled martinis and handed her two mushrooms on a prong. "You have to cook them yourself," he told her.
"Have you heard from Bob?"
"He called a little while ago and said he'd be in about ninish," Oliver told her. "I suggest we dip into the salad to keep alive and maybe a couple of these little puri balls I made."
"That sounds great," she said, her mushrooms sizzling delectably now. "Baking comes naturally to the family, I see."
"Yeah," Oliver said proudly. "Those puris are the very devil to make. You mix the flour and ghee, which is only a kind of butter, then some water in it, knead it, let it rest, flatten out a bit with the rolling pin and pop it into hot fat about 350." He laughed. "Naw, Bob was always the one who could do the fancy stuff. None of us had his gift for it. Now I'll bet he hardly does any baking."
"That's true," she said. "I don't think he cares about it. He likes being the gentleman boss!" Oliver raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Marilyn sat down now near the brazier, her legs crossed prettily, and he could see half-way up her nylon-clad thigh. Remembering the warmth of her smooth white flesh, the sexy things he had done with her flashed through his mind and caused him some discomfort. He felt the familiar surge of hot blood into the flaccid tube of his penis while below it, involuntary muscles contracted and pulled his testicles up tight against his body. Damn! She's delectable, but I'm still not going to do anything I'd be sorry for later! Oliver was not sure that his favor to Bob extended to this evening as well. Of course, possibly he was supposed to do whatever he thought necessary in as many evenings as it took. He should have straightened out that point. He crossed his legs in the opposite chair in an attempt to hide from her the growing bulge of his erection inside his pants. Christ! What did Bob have to work for and why did it have to be so damned far away? I'm too damned tempted! It wouldn't take much....
Marilyn's large blue eyes regarded him levelly as she remarked, "I wonder that you never got married, Oliver."
It was actually a question, he recognized. He gave her the answer he always gave. "Every large family has to have one or two bachelors. Everyone else wanted to get married and I drew the short straw!" Then he laughed.
"I ... I imagine it would be nice ... to have a woman around though ... wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so, but...." He was never able to explain satisfactorily that he had all the women he wanted and a family that kept him plenty busy as it was. "I think I just like the bachelor life." Oliver looked at her questioningly, sipping his martini and wondering what in the world brought that up.
"You're so ... so...." She stopped, blushing. Then she changed the subject. "Do you have everything done for dinner? Isn't there something I could do?"
"What were you trying to say, Marilyn?"
"N ... nothing," she trembled, beginning to hedge. He decided to let it go.
"I'm going to make the salad, but you can't help," he told her. "One reason is it's practically finished!" He laughed and got up. His martini glass was still in his hand. One long gulp drained it and he stooped to set it down on a low table against the house. As he straightened up again, he saw her eyes flick briefly over the bulge which his erect penis made in his pants. She didn't want to look but her eyes were drawn to it magnetically. Then her face flushed again, pinkly, prettily.
"Yeah," he admitted, having read her silent question. "I'm pretty sexy ... but so are you! I think it would be out of this world if you and Bob moved into town, next door preferably and...." It had been the farthest thing from Oliver Sachette's mind to make a pitch like that to his nephew's wife. It just sort of came out of him.
She had tears glistening in her eyes when she rose from the chair and placed her empty glass on the little table. "Let's go finish the salad," she murmured. "I'd like some now," she added in an attempt at brightness.
"That can wait," he said, surprising himself. Suddenly he found that he was enfolding her in his strong arms, pushing his hips forward and reaching down to the fullness of her rounded buttocks to pull her loins in tight to his hardened penis. She felt it hot and stiff against her abdomen. Her body slumped against him. Strangely, she did not feel like resisting him, and it was true, she had to admit to herself, there had been a vague feeling of anticipation working in her. She hadn't been able to identify it for herself until she had seen that he had a full erection. Then it had struck her that his wanting her, his sticking out big and hard inside his pants ... it had done something to her. She had not meant to give in to it. That other time there were so many things working against her to make her vulnerable, but tonight, she had had only one martini! There was no sex record blaring at her, worming its insidious way into her nervous system! If she did it tonight ... well ... there was no one to blame but herself!
Then Oliver Sachette's lips found hers. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue probing between her lips and teeth tantalizingly. Oh! She loved his kisses and she could feel his wonderful hands on her buttocks, kneading caressingly while he pulled her in tight to his hard cock. She closed her eyes as she felt the initial spark ignited in her loins. Then, like previews, fragments of scenes flashed before her eyes, jogging her memory about the night before ... memories of his kisses, of his hands on her, the agonizing stimulation of the feather, the licking and sucking of his hotly swirling tongue, and finally, the marvelous feeling of his massively solid cock as it had thrust into and out of her, bringing her to not one but two marvelous climaxes ... and it was all so sexy! "Oooooooooh!" she moaned, unable to contain it any longer. Things are so changed around now! I don't know what I believe any more!
Deliciously exciting sensations began to flare in her loins, and she was torn by two conflicting thoughts. The first was a strong desire to break away from him and run ... fast! The second one ... the second desire ... was to strip herself naked and taunt him sexually until he raped her! Oh God! His hands were on the magnificence of her breasts, cupping them, kneading and massaging with masterful knowledge until they tingled, and she felt the nipples spiking out, alert and erect inside her bra. Oh! It feels so good!
Then, unresisting, she was allowing Oliver to lead her across the living room, down the hallway and into his own bedroom. Somehow it seemed natural and all right for him to do that. She looked around at the things in the room and they seemed to look familiar even though she had not really ever seen them before. She felt at home and had to realize that she had come there of her own free will, that she was there for only one reason. She was going to let her husband's uncle make love to her again because this time, it was what she wanted. Yes! She wanted it! She wanted Oliver to fuck her! Reflecting on it momentarily, she had known it would happen from the time she had arrived this evening so why had she been surprised? Why had she tried to deny it? What was this act her body was always putting on ... this crazy facade? Her moral guidelines had become inoperative. As a matter-of-fact, she couldn't even recall why she had had them! Had she become dissolute, willing to commit adultery, almost any time the weakness of her body willed it? She had no more answers. All she could think of was the promise of joy, the pleasure that Oliver's hardened cock could bring her!
As she stood there sorting out her thoughts, trying to find answers that were not there and arriving at the same tenuous conclusions, Oliver removed her jacket and began unbuttoning her blouse. She helped him, shrugging her shoulders at the right time. Her skirt followed, and as it fell to the floor, she stepped out of it, kicking it carelessly aside. Next he unsnapped her bra and removed it, her breasts bursting forth from their confinement to stand out proudly from her chest in full orbed splendor. His mouth was on them instantly, kissing and licking at the erect nipples that stood out berry-ripe from their crinkling areolas.
She was disappointed when he left her breasts. It was to rid her of her panties. They came off in one sweep as he pulled them down over the curve of her hips, the smooth taper of her thighs and the svelte length of her calves. Uncaring she stepped out of the wispy nylon garment to stand, nude, lovely, and desirable before him. "I'm not sure I know what I'm doing," Oliver murmured.
"I don't think we can help it," she answered. Her voice was throaty and low. She was committed now and she wanted to move ahead to the next phase so she said, "Now let's get your clothes off ... quick!" Together they stripped his clothing from him, and in a matter of moments, he was standing naked beside her, his fully erect cock spearing out, hard as granite, mighty in its awesome length and thickness. Marilyn's eyes locked on it, hypnotized, and another gust of erotic sensations whirled through her. She gasped, "Oh, Oliver, darling, it scares me!"
Flattered, he grinned his satisfaction. "It shouldn't. You took all of it up in your cunt last night!"
Marilyn flushed, remembering, as he put his arms around her and moved her to the bed. They sat on the edge and he took her into his arms again to kiss her deeply, his tongue probing avidly into her mouth. She kissed him back, her own tongue jousting and intertwining with his. Slowly then he pressed her smooth white nakedness back on the bed until they were lying straight on it, side by side, his body pressed in tightly to her. His rampant, hard, and throbbing cock was trapped between their bodies, and she could feel it jerk against the softness of her abdomen. She noticed that his chestnut curls were a little more wiry than Bob's and she ran her fingers through it warmly.
"Very touching and very sexy, too!" It was Bob's voice. Her husband stood in the doorway of Oliver's bedroom surveying the scene. Neither Oliver nor Marilyn had heard the crunch of tires outside the window or the sound of the car's engine as he had arrived. Not until he had walked through the entire house and found them in the bedroom were they aware of his arrival. Marilyn tried to rise, her heart in her throat, but Oliver held her close, not allowing it.
"Bob!" she gasped. Her face flamed crimson with shame. She hadn't even stopped to think that he might change his mind and start out earlier than he expected. Her eyes were frightened orbs of anguish. She didn't know what to expect from him.
"Hi, Uncle Oliver!" Bob greeted his relative.
"Hi, Robert!" his uncle answered. "It looks like we got caught in the cookie jar, but it's my fault! I couldn't keep my hands off her!"
"Hell, I'd have done the same thing if you'd get off your ass and find me an aunt, for Christ sake! And it's not your fault you're so damn generous with yourself. We're always pestering you for these onerous favors! Now how about asking me for a favor!"
"All right, kid," Oliver answered him. "Hop in, will you?"
The words struck her like a thunderbolt. They arced and flashed in her brain as she struggled to understand what they were saying to each other. "B ... both at the same time?"
"Sure!" said her husband as he began to tear at his clothes to get them off. "Why not?"
"N ... no! You can't! It's not possible!" Marilyn wailed.
"The hell it isn't!" was all Bob said.
"Oliver!" she pleaded, turning her agony-filled face to him. "Y ... you wouldn't...?"
"He's the boss, sweetheart! I do what he says," Oliver grinned.
"B ... but ... but...."
"That's the way it's going to be!" her husband told her flatly, stripping off his shorts to release his big hard cock to her horrorstricken eyes. Both of them! Bob and Oliver together at the same time? Oh my God!
Stepping around the bed, Bob lay down on it, stretching out to his full length on the other side of her, his warm, lean and muscular body pressed up tight against her back, the hardened shaft of his cock pressing deep into the soft, dimpled smoothness at the base of her spine. The sudden turn of events was almost too much for her. She couldn't believe that it was really happening, and she worked desperately to filter her thoughts and emotions for understanding. Her mind was in a whirl. It wouldn't function properly and there were no reasons, no rationale. She felt trapped in shifting quicksand as she felt herself sinking into complete Sachette-style depravity.
Then Bob reached over, grasped her by the shoulders and turned his wife to her back, his mouth capturing her lips. Snake-like, his tongue darted into her mouth to taste and tantalize. She lay on her back between the two virile men, their naked cocks on either side pressing in against the smooth, tapering flesh of her trembling thighs. His hands roamed at will over her body, seeking and enjoying again all the marvels of her luscious nakedness. Against her will she began to respond to him. After all, he is my husband and I'm still very much in love with him! And he's got every right to make love to me! Momentarily, as she thrilled and tingled to her husband's kiss, to his warm, caressing hands sending little anticipatory sensations surging to her readying loins, she had forgotten that Oliver was lying there on her other side until suddenly she felt the heated moistness of his lips on her sensitive breasts.
She lurched with surprise, trying to withdraw her breasts, not wanting him, the second man now, to do anything to her. Oliver took his mouth away for a moment and Bob told her, "Damn it, I told you we're both going to fuck you so just make up your mind to it!"
Bob had never spoken to her before with such finality in his voice. She started to say something and thought better of it. It was obvious that there was absolutely nothing she could do to change his mind. Her course had been laid out for her and she had no choice! Again his mouth captured hers, his tongue probing her mouth and throat voraciously while below, she felt" the warm moistness of Oliver's mouth on her sensuously quivering breasts. Her nipples were hard and spiky, and the areolas puckered up erotically at their bases as he sucked each in turn. The spark of passion ignited by her husband's hands on her body and by his searching tongue in her mouth was being fanned into the tinderbox of her loins, nurtured to glowing life by the seeking mouth of Uncle Oliver on the voluptuous mounds of her satin-smooth breasts. There was no resisting the heightening flames that began to flame through her loins. Pressing her thighs close together, she tried to deny the desire that surged through her inflamed body, for even though Bob had insisted that both men would make love to her, fuck her, she didn't know how they could do it. She had only one vagina!
Then Bob's mouth left her lips, and he squirmed his body down until his mouth had leap-frogged Oliver's, who still kissed and caressed her tingling breasts. Her husband was now kissing her belly, his tongue dipping into the shallow dimple of her navel teasingly. With inexorable slowness, his mouth searched lower until it was just above the soft, golden down of her pubic mound. His hands reached down to part her legs gently but firmly. There was no doubt in her mind what his intentions were. He was going to lick and suck at her down there. Then she realized that it was her own husband, after all, who was going to to do it, do the very thing she had denied him so long. She welcomed it! For she remembered guiltily that his own uncle had done it to her last night!
Above, Oliver's mouth left her breasts to weld himself to hers while his hands continued to knead and massage her gently throbbing breasts, rolling the hard-coned nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Then after a few moments, he broke the deep French kiss to use his mouth again on her breasts as he took them alternately between his lips, forcing the coral nipples to move back and forth rapidly while simultaneously maintaining strong suction on them. It was a breathtakingly sensual feeling and she moaned aloud with the pleasure of it.
Then she reached down to cup her breasts up to him, offering them almost as a sacrifice and wanting more of the same. Suddenly she realized that she was responding to both men and that she did want them both! The only problem was that she was so inexperienced sexually that she didn't really know yet how she could make love to both at the same time. How are they both going to fuck me? Unless they ... She shuddered inwardly, unwilling to finish the thought.
Bob spread her quivering, unresisting legs apart, his head following, delving into the angle of them, his mouth and teeth taunting the soft, smooth flesh of her inner thighs. He nipped gently with his teeth, his mouth warm and alive on her as his lips followed, kissing her sensate flesh hungrily. Finally, his searching lips found the pulsing furrow of her pussy, moist from the dews of her vaginal walls, and his tongue moved there with avidity, up and down the narrow, female slit, stabbing experimentally into her trembling cuntal opening. Unbidden, her hips began to gyrate, undulating in tiny circles under her and telling plainly of her mounting desire. Oh, God, I'm getting all moist down there and it feels so good! Their mouths'll drive me insane.
Shifting his lanky body, her husband moved to kneel between her legs. With a thumb on either side of her sparsely golden hair-ringed cunt, he parted the fleshy, outer lips of her pussy to expose the inner portal to the core of her being. My cunt, she told herself ... my cunt! Secretions of clear, viscous fluids formed there in tiny droplets, a trickle of it beginning to run down the inner side of her thigh. His mouth came down now, his long, agile tongue blazing a passage that soon, she hoped, the rest of him would follow. Deep inside her cuntal lips, his lingual member rotated in circles, teasing and tantalizing her already over-loaded nerve endings with lewdly prurient sensations. A mewling moan of pleasure emitted from her lips as she thrust her loins up toward his face and her head began to flail from side to side with the intensity of her building passion.
Bob pushed his face down tight into the undulant angle of her loins, his tongue lashing excitedly into his wife's open, pulsing cunt, the strength of her upward thrusting hips telling him that she was fully aroused, almost ready to fuck! Damn! This is different! It's the first time I've ever done it to her and she's hot for it, like she'd been getting it all the time! Good old Uncle Oliver. Christ! He must have broken her in but good!
He inhaled deeply of the heady perfume of her loins and lost himself in savoring her sex juices, the pungent flavor inciting his waiting cock to bone-hard readiness. Deeper yet, he thrust his tongue into her pulsating vagina as moans of pure pleasure came from her throat almost unceasingly, her hips were moving now in rhythm counterpoint to his probing tongue that lashed deep into the coralline depths of her cuntal passage. Without let-up, showing her no mercy, he plunged his long, agile tongue into her, pausing to nip, now and then, at the tender flanges of her cuntal orifice with his teeth. But it was his thrusting tongue, a make-shift cock, that brought her to even higher levels of ecstatic desire, for now she was a blazing inferno of passion. The raging fire in her belly could be extinguished in only one way. She had to have a cock in her cunt ... now!
She couldn't stand to wait any longer. She had to have it! Both of them wanted to fuck her and that's what she wanted, too! Suddenly she heaved her hips up from the bed forcefully, mashing her demanding loins hard into her husband's face and moaned in anguish, "Oh! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! Oooooohhhh!"
Bob leaned back away from her, his tantalizing tongue leaving her lust-incited pussy momentarily as his face crinkled into a smile of satisfaction. "Yes, what!" he asked. "Don't you know the words yet?"
Marilyn remembered the sexual litany Oliver had forced her to use and Bob, her own husband, was insisting on the same thing! For answer she could only moan in humiliation.
"Do you want to be fucked? Is that it?" he probed.
"Y ... yes ... but, please, Bob, darling, I...."
"Then all you have to do is ask the right way!"
All right! She had done it before when Oliver insisted on it! She could do it again, use those terrible but lust-inciting words, beg if she had to, but only because it was the only way she could get what she wanted, what she had to have more than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered! "Oh, Bob," she whined. "Fuck me, darling! Please fuck me!" Her voice was unreal to her. Then, surprised at herself, she went on, "I ... I want both of you to fuck me! I want your big hard cocks in me, fucking me hard and long!"
"Okay, Marilyn, baby! You're going to get it just like you want it!" Bob assured her, a lewd light shining in his eyes. Then his face dropped again to her pulsating, ready cunt, his tongue this time going directly to the tiny, erect bud of her clitoris to lick at it maddeningly. She felt herself slipping into insane, agonizing pleasure as the crashing surf of the sensations buffeting her belly began to build into a tidal wave of ecstatic desire. Uncontrollably, her hips moved forward in tempo to her husband's licking tongue, and she thrust her hips upward into Oliver's face, wanting more and more of everything. She was becoming a glutton for sex! She knew that it was only a matter of a few moments until she would explode in a frenzy of orgasm. Yet, neither of the two men had touched her with their massively solid cocks. They were both ready, their virile, potent pricks stood out rock-hard and rampant, and she wanted them now! Oh God! How badly she wanted them! Why are they making me wait?
Surprisingly and disappointingly, Bob and Oliver were trading places, their bodies sliding along the length of her body, one on either side. God! She had wanted Bob, her husband, to start it. His mouth on her aroused genitals had gotten her so moist and ready for him! It was a frustrating feeling, as though they were teasing her, keeping her guessing, and she was in no mood for games. Why didn't they get started on the real fucking part? She couldn't help the delicious sigh that escaped her as she felt Oliver's hands move, light as a gull's feather, over her cunt, his fingers tracing and teasing at her erotically. Then he inserted two, and finally three fingers into the moistly warm passage, moving them in and out gently, her cuntal orifice stretching to receive the breadth of his fingers with ease. Oh, that feels so nice, but I've got to have his big, hard cock in me!
Meanwhile, her husband was kissing her. Instinctively she knew that the tangy pungency of his mouth was the essence of herself remaining on his tongue as he probed deep into her throat. She liked it and she took Bob's tongue fully into her mouth and sucked on it gently and slowly at first, then ever more violently while his hands caressed and kneaded the soft, melon-like mounds of her throbbing breasts. In a few moments he forced a trade as he sucked and nibbled on her tongue. It was all maddeningly tantalizing. Her ecstasy was building almost to the breaking point, and she was poised, on the brink of her orgasm, full of agonizing, erotic tension. In her imagination she felt almost like a space explorer, sitting high atop a rocket, waiting to be blasted off into deep space, into ecstatic rapture, with the two men who were arousing her almost beyond endurance.
Oliver's strong hands parted her helpless and unresisting legs, and he wedged himself solidly between her thighs, his hands now running caressingly over the satin smoothness of the perfectly sculpted columns. Then he reached down to fondle his massive rock-hard cock. His encircling hand on its shaft worked the foreskin back and forth several times over the pulsing, blood-swollen head. A few drops of the viscous preparatory fluids spread over the fiery silk-like sheen of his cock's head, and when he took his hand away, his prick stood put bulkily rampant and ready, its rigid length and breadth pulsing wildly with his excited heartbeat. He was ready now to fuck his nephew's wife. Fascinatedly he watched Marilyn's hungrily grinding loins as he held himself poised over her. Her cunt was flowered open, moist and gently throbbing. It seemed to beckon to him, bidding him enter, and he knew that she was more than ready to receive him. Damn! She's really hot, hotter even than the first time I fucked her!
Sliding both hands under her gyrating buttocks, he felt the warm softness of them, the lithe muscles working in his palms as his hips spread her trembling, expectant thighs wide apart. Then he was in position over her, his lust-inflated cock-head brushing teasingly at the pink slit of her cuntal opening. She moaned out her need to him.
"Oooooohhhhh! Now! Fuck me now!" Her obscene words spurred him. He lifted her hips, pulling them up toward him easily, the bulbous head of his hardened cock going into the moist warmth of her vaginal opening, the elastic flesh of the vertical little mouth stretching to take it. He allowed only the vast head to go into her for the time being as he stopped short, holding himself immobile over her straining loins. He felt the undulations of her hips as she tried to absorb more of his lustfully throbbing shaft into her hotly seething cuntal sheath.
Oliver squeezed and massaged at his nephew's wife's hips and wide-spread thighs while at the same time, he shoved his fully erect cock into her with slow even pressure, ranging ever deeper and deeper, and he felt the contracting ring of muscles in the walls of her vaginal passage sucking at him tantalizingly. It generated sparks of sensation in the length of his prick that drove him almost to distraction. With a final flick of his hips, he drove his cock the final few inches deep, deep into her writhing belly, the head of it nudging her cervix to lodge right up against the back wall of her cunt. He flexed it then expandingly inside her and was pleased to feel her countering contractions. The walls of her pussy clasped him caressingly, and he could feel it the full length of his pulsingly sensate cock. It seemed to him her cuntal sheath fit him like a pair of good gloves. Damn! She's really nice and tight!
Incessantly his hands caressed and massaged at her quivering white thighs, her smooth, flat belly, his thumbs tracing down into the flexing hollows of her groin. Finally, he slipped a hand down over the rounded smoothness of her moon-like buttocks to search in the crevice for the secret, puckered hole that nestled there defenselessly.
Moistening a finger in the viscid liquid that trickled down copiously from her vaginal orifice, he sought the tiny, brown ring of her back passage. He found it and pressed into its warm sponginess slowly and tenderly. There was none of the haste with which he had done it to her the first time. Her body jerked convulsively once, then her trembling loins screwed back on his finger, absorbing it fully until his palm was pressed flat and hard against the working muscles of her softly quivering buttocks cheeks. He heard her groan of both pain and satisfaction coming to him muffled as she exclaimed up into her husband's mouth, "Oooooohhhhhhh! That's gooood!" She didn't understand. It hurt, but it felt so sexy ... and so wonderfully wicked and forbidden!
Marilyn's soft mouth worked up against Bob's with the ecstasy of her passion. She felt everything Oliver was doing to her below while above, her husband's mouth and hands were driving her insane, his tongue in her mouth almost imitating Oliver's cock in her seething cunt. Her breasts, under the manipulation of his hands, seemed to be a mass of exposed, sexually aroused nerve-endings. They were interconnected to all parts of her body, transmitting sex sensations along super-charged synapses. Their intensity was building to the point where she was sure she would faint if it spiraled any higher. Uncontrollably she moved her breasts up against the hard, lean muscles of his chest, and her arms went around him to pull him close to her, her taloned fingers tearing and scratching at his back in wanton fury of unreasonable sex-need.
Every fibre of her being was responding to the two men. The fires that had been ignited in her loins were now roaring out of control, threatening to consume her, goading her to complete submission. Suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have more! She had to have Oliver's cock in her cunt, surging in and out of her recklessly, the hard length and breadth of him fucking into her relentlessly. Oh God! I've got to have it, got to have his delicious cock fuck me hard and deep! She could have died from the pure joy of it when she had felt Oliver's ponderous cock entering her, spreading and stretching her cunt-lips. Then it had paused momentarily before worming deep up into her waiting belly. Now the sensations of his expanding and contracting hardness elicited involuntary movements of her own, her vaginal walls acting on their own, it seemed to suck up his full, hardened length into her now greedily quivering belly.
Then as his warm hands had swarmed over her, they had brought her body to vibrantly full arousal, his finger slipping into her anus bringing her both welcome pain and pleasure at the same time. The thought flashed through her mind-Oh! It feels so good and I want it! I've learned so many things so fast it makes my head swim! The pain of the unnatural entrance made her jerk involuntarily, and she bit Bob's lips, her tongue pushing deep into his throat. She had hung on for dear life, trembling from head to foot with salacious anticipation. Her greed for them, for the pleasure their big cocks would bring her, rose up in her like monster snake coils, taking over her body-mind to control her completely.
Oliver knew that she was ready to accept his lust-inflated cock into her poundingly, that she wanted him to rock her, plumb her depths, and bring her to the dizzying heights of pure rapture. He was ready, too! God! He was more than ready, for the painful ache in his blood-swollen cock was almost more than he could stand. Beginning then with long, smooth strokes, he began to fuck smoothly in and out of her moist, clasping vaginal passage. He didn't ram or grind into her. It was just a steady stroking movement that didn't hit all the way to the bottom of her cunt yet. He didn't want to rush her or hurry himself too much. As he pumped his cock in and out of her, he was waiting, waiting for her response that he knew would come pretty soon. Then he would give her everything he had! But not yet! Wait! It'll be more fun that way!
Her eyes were becoming glazed, and her breath came in shallow pantings as the sensations in her loins became a raging, unquenchable fire. The only thing that would put out that fire was a soaringly ecstatic orgasm. Her hips began to thrust upward to take him, her cunt slithering up the shaft of his cock, attempting to take the whole of it deep up into her trembling belly. Then she ground her hips back into the mattress on his up-stroke until his penis came out of her cuntal sheath almost all the way, just the head of it remaining just inside her vaginal portal. This was it! Now was the time! She was responding to him, fucking back and Oliver was glad! He couldn't wait any longer himself!
Just at the instant Oliver was gathering his body to ram his cock deeply into her, Bob broke the kiss of deep passion and scrambled to his knees. He glanced at his uncle, cradled between Marilyn's white legs, and said, "Let's get her up on her knees so you can fuck her from the rear while she sucks me off!"
Concentrating only on the pleasure sensations of her body, Marilyn was not aware of what her husband had said or what he planned to do.
Oliver understood immediately. He was disappointed at having to withdraw right then, but he did it. After all, it was Bob's ball game here. Quickly then, the two men hauled her into the new position. She rested on her knees and elbows, the luscious moons of her buttocks waving nakedly in the air behind her. She felt frustration and annoyance at the interruption, but she smiled her satisfaction as Oliver Sachette knelt behind her, grasped her hips hard, and drove his massive cock powerfully into her gratefully accepting cunt, ramming with all his might until his ball-laden scrotum smacked up tight against her loins and his pubic bone crashed painfully into the bones at the base of her spine. He poised there for a moment as he savored the delightful sensations in his loins and heard her mumbled protest. "Oh, what are you doing to me now?"
Her husband, Bob Sachette, was lying down again athwart the bed. He could see her breasts hanging pendulum-like, dancing prettily beneath her kneeling body as Oliver began plunging deep into her belly, the shocks of it making her jerk and sway. Then she was grinding her hips back at him, countering him in his animal-like lunges deep into her clasping cuntal passage. Bob was stretched out in front of her now, and he reached out to her head, his hand going behind it as he forced her head down toward his rampant, hardened prick. Marilyn opened her passion-glazed eyes to look directly at her husband's long, thick, lust-inflated cock. In spite of her own needful lust, she tried to turn her head aside. Oh my God! Bob isn't going to make me do that! Instantly she knew what it was he wanted, but as she tried to pull away, he held her head firm in his hand and moved his loins up to press the blood-inflated head of his cock against her lips.
"Marilyn!" he told her firmly, "You're going to learn to suck cock now!"
"No, Bob! No!" she wailed. "My God, no! I couldn't!"
"But you will!" he stated. "We've both licked your cunt, so now it's your turn to suck cock!"
"That's different!" she started to argue, her lip beginning to pout. She was revolted by the idea.
Bob looked at Oliver, who slaved away behind her, caught his eye and said meaningfully, "You'll suck it or we'll both stop right now!"
The prospect, the very real fear that they might carry out such a threat, leave her in a limbo of extreme arousal when she was just on the verge of fulfillment, gripped her hard and she groaned, "Oh, no, not just now. Please? I ... I'm almost...."
"So, you suck my cock, okay?" her husband ground out at her. "Roll your lips over your teeth and take it in your mouth!" Shoving his hips up at her face, the shiny, smooth-as-silk head of his bloated cock brushed against her firmly pursed lips. Marilyn opened them reluctantly, not really knowing whether the two men would actually carry out the threat Bob had made. She didn't want to find out!
He flexed his hips to enter the soft, spongy head into the moist cavern of her mouth, and she ovaled her lips to receive it. Heeding Bob's instructions, she folded her lips over her teeth as it went into her mouth. It was a huge presence that made her feel like gagging, and the revulsion at what she was doing suddenly slashed through her. This was something she had never expected! But she would have to do it. With an effort, she controlled her feelings and licked at the desire-hardened shaft of flesh. Then she even tried a few experimental sucking motions. But, God, don't let them stop!
Oliver Sachette, behind her, rammed into her extra hard. Her body was driven forward, and without wafning, her whole mouth and throat was filled with her husband's pulsing cock. She closed her eyes and sucked desperately while Oliver gored her with furious strokes. The wonderfully huge, hard cock he drove into her seething cunt almost overwhelmed her with fiery pleasure. Faster and ever deeper, he plunged in and out of her, his massive, hardened shaft moving in and out of her cuntal sheath with the ease and power of a well-oiled piston. It was pure pleasure for her as she felt herself filled up, almost beyond reason, by his rhythmically fucking cock.
As he thrust wildly into Bob's wife, Oliver used his hands on her hips to pull her in tight to him with each insane plunging stroke. The fiery dam in his balls would have to break soon. He could feel his nearing ejaculation. The ache in his balls was becoming almost unbearable. Looking down, he watched her slaving buttocks. He was fascinated to watch how she pushed back at him, the hardened shaft of his big cock cleaving the furrow of her cunt, coming out ivory-white and glistening with moisture. It was vibrant, pulsing with life, as it slid in and out of the coral moistness of her cunt. Then it was buried to the root in her until none of the shaft could be seen. Glancing up, he saw that she had her husband's big cock in her mouth and that she was actually sucking on it. Damn! She learns fast!
Bob pressed his cock deeper and deeper up between her roundly ovaled lips. The delicious, tingling sensations in his balls incited him, and he thrust his lust-filled prick into her mouth until it had disappeared completely. He looked up to watch as the massive shaft of it slipped far back into her throat to the very root, her lips creeping over his length, eating him, devouring him, and his hairy loins were pressing against her chin. It was all in her mouth. Christ! That feels good! I should have made her suck my cock a long time ago!
Marilyn gagged. There was too much of him. She tried to twist her head aside to force him to withdraw it, but he held her head tight and straight to keep his aching cock deep in her throat.
He could feel the swallowing motions of her throat, and the sensations it generated were wild, out of this world. Then Bob knew that he would be coming to spewing orgasm soon! The burning sensation at the root of his cock demanded it. He had to do something else, something more! Holding his wife's head in position over him, he began to plunge in and out of her mouth, fucking her there as though it were another cunt. Unconsciously he matched the tempo that Oliver had established as his uncle knelt behind her and savagely rammed his cock in and out of her over-heated cunt. Marilyn had given in to the lewd sensations of the double ravishment. She tried to relax her throat muscles so that she could accept all of her husband's hard-driving length into her mouth with ease.
Her-feeling of revulsion when Bob's cockhead had entered her mouth almost made her feel ill. It had been hard for her to breathe. She couldn't think straight. The fear that they really might stop had goaded her to try, then with the growing excitement in her loins as Oliver had plundered her voraciously moist cunt from behind, she had begun to take more of Bob's huge cock into her mouth. After all, he was her husband! Finally, she had been able to accept all of it deep into her throat. To Marilyn it was a paradox, completely unexplainable. She didn't understand how those things that had revulsed her, being fucked by another man, having her cunt licked, and sucking cock, she was accepting and even loving part of it ... and wanting! Oh God! I'm changing! I'm not the same woman at all! Dazedly she began to wonder whether or not the two men would tear her apart as they thrust with ever more powerful strokes into two of her body's orifices. Oliver Sachette behind her, ramming with all his strength into her demandingly hungry cunt, and her husband, Bob, thrusting his massive length up into her mouth. Two men at the same time! I just can't believe it's really happening to me!
Then, to Marilyn, the mounting rapture at the very core of her being began to explode inside her. Her orgasm was beginning. It would be soon! Dimly, she was aware that Oliver, also, was ready to cum spewingly into her hungrily clasping cunt. He gripped the smooth rounded nakedness of her hips tight to him and was pounding up between her widespread buttocks with jackhammer force. He was out of control, his long, thick, hard cock was buffeting into her open pussy with a power she had never yet known. She hadn't even thought about it in advance, but had she considered the possibility, she would have been revulsed and sickened. As it was, she didn't have a chance to think about it until it happened. Her husband's cock erupted suddenly in her mouth, jetting scalding cascades of viscous, white sperm far back against her unexpecting tonsils, which forced her to swallow again and again to clear it from her throat and be able to breathe. And almost at the same time, she was helpless to do anything. Out of control herself as she came to her own release, her orgasmic rapture dimming her eyes and muffling her ears. At that instant in space and time there were no other realities for her except the cocks of two virile men, one fucking her cunt and the other fucking her mouth as though it were another vagina. And ... she was cumming! "Aaaaaauuuuugggghhhhh!"
Heaving her hips back against Oliver, squirming and jerking expectantly against him, her body quivering, she waited for the moment when he, too, would shoot his hot, boiling sperm inside her. Faster and faster, harder and longer, Oliver slaved away behind her, his cock pistoning in and out smoothly until suddenly he was there. With a loud groan of satisfaction, he slammed into her as his cock hosed his hot, viscid cum deep into the depths of her cuntal passage to splash forcefully into the depths of her hotly contracting belly. He held himself rigid, his back arched, as his cock pumped it out wildly, and all of his ecstasy was there in the insane jetting of his wildly jerking cock.
Within mere seconds of each other, all three came to their orgasms, the two men greedily clutched her to them, caressing, massaging, and smoothing her with their hands as their cocks bored into her until finally they released her sperm-filled body. The euphoric, relaxing waves of orgasm washed over them, leaving them satiated, their virile cocks pulsing less and less and slowly becoming softer and softer. Behind her, Oliver Sachette pulled his deflating penis from her and flopped down on the bed with a groan. When he was prone on the bed, Bob shifted to lie straight parallel and Marilyn stretched out between the two men.
Now as she remembered that second night at Oliver's, it seemed again as though both men lay beside her. Oh how wonderful it had been, she thought. Yet she had to sleep! She had to think of something else and fight the arousal that was creeping once again over her breasts and into her loins. Her husband was asleep beside her, and even if he weren't, he'd never fuck her again in the same night. He couldn't. Those days seemed to be a memory now. And the irony of it all was that when he wanted her so much, she hadn't wanted him! Now she had to roll over and sleep because ... because the worst thing she could do ... the very worst ... would be to recall the family party at Jack's cabana the following evening. Oh, God!
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CHAPTER FOUR
Jack turned out to be another uncle, a few years older than Oliver. Jack and his wife, Christine, as host and hostess in the loose Sachette way, took charge of Bob and Marilyn upon their arrival. Drinks were pressed into their hands, and they were separated. Everyone, of course, thought that Marilyn remembered them from the wedding although she had seen few of them since. Arline, a sister of Bob's, and Barbara, a sister-in-law, had taken her out the day before, but so far she hadn't spotted them. It was at least a half hour of handshaking and smiling and getting hugged in all directions before Marilyn saw the banner over the big stone fireplace that stretched over half a wall at one end of the room. "Naughty Night", it said simply but in big red letters. Underneath, though, was a long table with all kinds of food ranging from roasted ducks to caviar with generous baskets of plain rolls, pecan rolls, sesame, poppy seed, onion, all of which she recognized as being from the bakery. Suddenly she felt conscience stricken. She knew that all of the women had done their part, all except her. She had refused to make anything, feeling that the bakery goods were all they had any right to expect. But ... but ... now she was feeling left out.
Jack noticed the funny look cross her face. "What can I get you, Marilyn? Are you hungry?" He had just refilled her drink.
"No ... not just yet. I ... I ... I was just wishing I had brought something, that's all."
"Look at the bread!" Jack said in surprise.
"I mean me, not Bob! I ... I didn't understand...."
Jack pulled her into one arm and kissed her on the tip of her soft ear. "You don't feel like one of the gang yet, honey ... but that's what this party is all about!"
"It is?" she asked confused.
"Trust us!" he said. Jack Sachette had lighter hair than his brother Oliver or his nephew Bob.
"How come your hair is so light?" Marilyn asked him. His eyes were brown, although they didn't seem as dark as what she thought were Sachette eyes.
"You think my hair is light, don't you remember Dick? He's standing there with Bob now. That's not all white hair, some of it's blond. My mother was a blue-eyed blonde like you. Dick's got her eyes, too."
As Jack talked on, Marilyn looked around. Things were beginning to loosen up as boisterous jokes were told, the laughter and conversation flowing easily around them. There were couches and daybeds everywhere and people were gradually sitting down. Jack soon indicated a place for them, too, and they sat, Jack's arm resting easily around her, his fingers touching and stroking her upper arm casually as he explained what this relative did and that one there. But Marilyn's eyes were riveted on a tall, dark beautiful woman who was enfolded in the arms of a cousin whose name she had forgotten. One of his hands was up under the woman's dress and from what Marilyn could see, she would have guessed that the woman had no panties on under her mini-skirt.
Jack was calling her attention now to a couple lounging on the day bed beside the fireplace. "You remember Earl. He's married to Bob's sister Annette over there." Jack flung his hand toward the other end of the room. Marilyn stared at Earl and the little dark-haired vixen he was cuddling. She couldn't believe her eyes! The girl's blouse was open, revealing full, white breasts, seemingly over-bounteous for her tiny body. Earl's pudgy hand was fonding them, his fingers rolling her nipples to erect little spears. "That's Corinne Earl's playing with," Jack went on without batting an eyelash. "You've probably never met her because she's been in Europe for over a year. She's Dick's oldest daughter."
Marilyn looked away in embarrassment when Jack pointed out another couple, "You never met one of my sons either. He's older than Corinne, you see. Dick married later than all of us even though he was the next to the oldest...." Marilyn was tired of trying to keep it all straight and shocked by what she saw. The son whom Jack had pointed out was seated on a nearby chair. His fly was open and a redheaded woman with a full, graceful body knelt before him, her hands fondling and caressing the massive penis she had just pulled from his open pants. The man was a rangy, good-looking younger image of Jack.
Becoming panic-stricken, Marilyn searched the room for Bob. Then she saw him standing near the bar, apparently oblivious to the sexual things that were going on so openly around the room. There seemed to be only one thing on his mind, she noticed coldly. His Aunt Christine was plastered up against Bob, her hips undulating provocatively on the bulge of his erection inside his pants and Bob's hands were on the rounded fullness of her buttocks, pulling her up to him, closely and firmly. Oh, God! Marilyn thought as she watched her husband and suddenly realized exactly what "Naughty Night" meant in this family. It was a family, all right, one big happy fucking family!
"Well, at this kind of party, which is not too frequent among us, everybody comes for just one thing," Jack smiled, his eyes hooded as he looked at her with a suddenly lewdly gleaming twinkle in his eyes. "We use it to introduce new members, really. It kind of breaks down all the barriers ... you'll see!"
Well, the open, uninhibited mood that prevailed in the room had not yet caught her up in it! She trembled slightly and started to rise to go after her husband but stopped halfway up from her seat when she saw him laughing and disappearing drunkenly down behind the back of a couch with Jack's wife. She knew now that it was impossible to escape. Suddenly she saw Oliver looking at her from the bar. He looked very stern and was pointing a finger straight in her direction. Obediently, she sat down. "May I ... may I have another...." she held her glass out to Jack.
"Certainly...." He went to the bar and got a drink for each of them. She had had it half in her mind to escape but found that her legs were unable to move. Didn't she want to go?
Did she have some secret, subconscious desire to stay and ... and participate? The Sachette men and most of the sons-in-law were very handsome, fun-loving men, kind though somewhat over-sexy ...!
Oh God! Marilyn groaned inwardly. What was becoming of her? Her parents would die! God only knew what she would be doing before the night was over! Her hand trembled visibly as she lifted her third double of the evening to her lips and drank heavily. Another thing she was doing was drinking too much. These people mixed such large drinks!
"Want to walk around a little?" Jack asked her, grasping her elbow in support.
"N ... no ... well ... y ... yes. I think I'll get something to munch on," she told him. "Let me go," she said as he started to rise. She went to the heavily-laden table, picked some hot shrimp from a bubbling sauce and pulled a leg from one of the shiny-coated ducks and put them on a plate along with two carmel coated pecan rolls. Her steps were somewhat unsteady and she almost left her drink behind on the table, but she made it back to Jack without mishap. He noticed that she had forgotten a napkin and got one for her in a twinkling. How does he do it? she wondered. She had it in the back of her mind to interest him in eating before he got other ideas. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a trip-hammer as she tried unsuccessfully to get him to take a shrimp. "I brought an extra pecan roll for you," she said. That he took, but in two bites it was gone and his arm was around her again.
Finally he pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "I'll give you three more minutes to get rid of that duck." And he kept her close while he waited the three minutes.
It was odd how she felt herself pulled into the thing with far fewer qualms than she expected. She obeyed Jack and finished her food almost immediately. Then she lifted her drink and slugged the rest of it down in a hurry. Why didn't she go find her husband and insist upon going home? Had she fallen so ... so ... where? She couldn't even feel that it was low anymore as her head swirled in a haze of alcohol and the other bodies in the room became blurred and remote yet suggestive as the phonograph record they had listened to ... when was it? Oh God, she breathed a heavy sigh and curled into Jack's arm, forcing him to catch her empty glass as it started to plummet to the floor.
She felt him lift her to her feet and walk her somewhere. She was so utterly comfortable that she didn't want to open her eyes at all. "Come on," she heard him whisper again in her ear. "Start shedding those clothes, honey. Uncle Jack wants to see that hot little cunt of yours."
She felt him lift her to her feet and walk her somewhere. She was so utterly comfortable that she didn't want to open her eyes at all. "Come on," she heard him whisper again in her ear. "Start shedding those clothes, honey. Uncle Jack wants to see that hot little cunt of yours." She opened her eyes a little. All she saw was a wall and a daybed in front of it. Demurely she turned her back and began to lift her skirt up her thighs and over her full, rounded hips. Behind her she heard the sigh of a zipper and the rustle of cloth. He was disrobing, too. Well, what had she expected?
Yet there was something missing ... a warmth. Why he hadn't even kissed her. There was nothing at all like there had been with Oliver. "Come on," Jack suddenly cut into her thoughts. "I can't fuck you if you don't take those things off." The man about growled at her! Then he came up behind her, his hands going around under her arms to capture the rounded fullness of an alabaster breast in each. Purposefully he kneaded and caressed the satiny smoothness of them, and she felt the hairiness of his chest pressed up against the nakedness of her back, and below, the hard heat of his nakedly erect penis brushed the small of her back. It was beginning and she couldn't believe that she was involved in it. Then suddenly she realized the problem.
"This is a funny thing to do to someone you don't like," she said unsteadily to him. Then she turned around to face him. "How come you want to ... fuck me if you don't like me, Jack?" They then stared at each other.
Jack was not in the mood for a discussion. This woman was one hell of a good-looking broad but she was right about his not liking her as a relative. Well, he'd level with her and then they could get down to business. "This whole party was designed for Bob," he admitted. "You've been pretty cold. Oliver says that's all in the past. Well, it isn't for some of us yet. Maybe," he came and held her chin yet did not kiss her. "We can begin to pull down some of the barriers this way."
It was true. She had turned down invitation after invitation, sometimes without even consulting Bob. Well, yes, maybe this was the way to a solution. Her own feelings were still cool toward them. Jack was sitting on the edge of the daybed now, grinning lewdly and pushing her dress up to her panties as he began stroking the soft white roundness of her thigh.
"Drink it.......come on, some more!" a masculine voice was ordering her and, dazed, she found herself trying to obey. Her head and shoulders were being raised and supported by a strong arm. She let her eyes flicker open and slowly the whirling room full of people in various stages of undress and sexual activity began to settle down before her focalizing vision. She felt nauseous and was lying outstretched on the daybed. Someone ... a man was sitting on the edge beside her, holding her up. She glanced at him. It was Jack. For a moment she had hoped it might be Bob or ... or Oliver, at least. His gaunt hand held a glass from which she had drunk, and its contents had caused her tongue to tingle. There was a pleasant, mild burning at the base of her stomach.
"Wh ... what happened?" she questioned feebly, trying to sit upright. , "You fainted," Jack told her. "You better drink the rest of this. It's just some bourbon."
Marilyn pushed his hand holding the glass away and swung her legs around slowly, letting her feet touch the floor. It was then that she realized her dress was raised almost to her hips and recalled that Jack had planned to make love to her. Oh God! Quickly she tugged at her skirt, covering herself, a flush of shame sweeping over her. She said, "I'm sorry. I ... I never fainted before in my life. It's all coming back now...."
"Here," Jack said, holding the glass to her lips. "You ought to finish this, Marilyn."
She took the glass from him and drained it, the amberish colored liquid immediately causing further stimulation in her belly. For Marilyn was remembering now what he had said about her coldness. Why she should be grateful, she thought, that they were even bothering with her at all! They had tried hard to establish a relationship with her for a long time and she had repeatedly insulted them with refusal after refusal. What had been wrong with her? Somehow, somewhere, Marilyn had lost another self that she had been. She remembered. She remembered the cold, proper woman who had understood her own powers, especially over men, and had used those powers mercilessly. But that other woman had ... had evaporated somewhere and now all she had was the lovely body that had brought upon itself so much dislike. Well, she knew that she was going to have to struggle to stay and take whatever the family had planned for her. But she deserved whatever they had in mind and if that meant making love without the love part well ... still ... And again she was hesitant.
She put one hand on her skirt-covered thigh and Jack's big one came down over it. The unexpected act caused her heart to leap in her chest, seeming to bolt upward as if to lodge in her throat. Her breath caught and she gaped at him. Then she eased backwards, squirming into the corner of the bed. He grinned, his face struggling for an appearance of tenderness, but the tiny lecherous explosions sparkling in his eyes belied him. A tremor rippled over her as she felt his hand that had been on top of hers resting on her thigh, move suddenly to her flat, tense stomach, then inch around her waist as he slid closer to her until his face was mere inches from her own. Yet, as horrified inwardly as she was, she fought for the resolve she had made to accept anything. This night might well be the night that would make or break her with Bob's family. Suddenly Jack spoke.
"Hold still, honey. I'm going to fuck you whether we hate each other or not!"
Hate? Marilyn stiffened as if she had been submerged naked in a snow bank. Her mouth fell loosely open and her eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his use of the word 'hate' knifing into her heart and pride. They hated her? This man hated her? Then as she stood up at his-bidding, near-petrified, she felt his hands slipping around her slender waist again and the strength of his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his one hand moving down to encompass the rounded full spheres of her buttocks while the other quickly pulled down her zipper and pulled her dress to the floor. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks in the shame of his hand moving intimately over her tensed, fear-stricken body.
"In front of ... all these people?" she asked weakly.
"No one's paying attention to us, honey," he assured her and it was very likely true. His hands found and unhooked the little clasp of her bra and quickly her great globular breasts bounced free.
Bob! Bob! Help me! My God, where are you? W ... what am I going to do? I want to make it up to them but ... She instinctively struggled a little in Jack's arms, trying to free herself as he pulled off her nylon panties, but she was helpless against his might. Slowly he lowered his head until his wet lips completely smothered her soft, trembling mouth, his tongue smashing lustfully between her lips and against her small, white teeth. He hugged her close, his big hands hot and moving as they pressed into the round, full orbs of her buttocks to force her pelvis tighter against him, the throbbing bulge of his cock pressing hard against the top of her pubic mound and the bottom of her soft belly. An unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor rippled over her. Something ... something absolutely impossible was happening inside her! Without any warm-up whatever, she was actually experiencing wild little sensations of excitement to contrast with the shame she felt she ought to be feeling. Her mouth gave way to the rape of his tongue and she sensed herself going limp against him as he forced her back down on the bed, his big hands covering her erect, full breast, sending further unbelievably lewd fermentations spiraling through her.
"No ... no ... stop," Marilyn groaned without conviction.
"Pure sex, huh, Marilyn?" Jack hissed, his hands roving over her exploringly. He chuckled lewdly. "That tight little cunt of yours is on fire, huh? Makes you want to beg for a cock to fill it? Don't worry, I'm going to fill it for you." He leaned into her again. His wet kiss was beginning to feel a little more human. She was truly coming alive with overpowering, impossible sensations. His hands, his tongue, his body had kindled her aflame with desire almost immediately. Never before, even with Bob, had she felt so overcome with sheer sensual craving. My God, she had to gain a hold on herself! What was happening to her? Was it because of the alcohol? Or was it because the whole affair was so public? Maybe she was just ... just ... changing!
Then Jack's hands were on the satiny, naked flesh of her leg and moving upward, upward to her thigh, the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and God Almighty! She wanted it there! Oh God!
"Oh Marilyn, honey, you beautiful, luscious bitch! Who said you were frigid!" Jack babbled down at where she lay stretched out beneath him while his hands smoothed up the silken flesh of her trembling thigh, moving higher with each stroke until he let them brush to the very peak of the delightful juncture, instigating the sensation of contact as they pressed gently against the golden fleece covered lips of her panting pink-slitted little pussy. Marilyn groaned and jerked to the slight pressured touch against her naked, tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to seize a sense of control over her rapidly overpowering physical senses. Oh, Lord, what had come over her? Would she ever be the old Marilyn again? Would she ever be the Marilyn who walked into the party tonight?
Oh, God! Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion. If only she could think straight! If only she had time to consider what she really ought to do! Maybe she should play along a little and watch for her chance to escape and yet ... maybe it was her last chance to prove to Bob's family that she was a human being!
"You're so beautiful, Marilyn," Jack whimpered. "I could eat you alive! Do you know that?" He went on, interrupting her thoughts as he gently stroked her thighs, brushing her golden hair-covered vaginal lips up between her legs at the apex of every stroke. Marilyn felt her arms move upward and around his neck while her legs opened to him uncontrollably, as if manipulated by a separate brain of their own, while her tongue suddenly trailed across his lips, little mewls of helpless submission emitting from her throat. She felt his thick long finger tracing the thin, pink-furrowed line of her exposed cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath it intractably. Her hands caught at his powerful shoulders, their frosted nails gouging into the muscular flesh through his clothing. A quick moment of repulsion swept her up at her own response even as the prurient spasms of unwanted desire raced through her loins and belly while slowly he parted the wisps of soft sparse pubic hair and wormed it deeper and deeper up into her moist, excited channel, sending shocks of insane delight soaring through her.
Marilyn tossed her head and whined throatily in her emotional torment and unprecedented craving, a stimulating shock playing along the smooth, exposed flesh of her legs, and she twitched and squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her whimpers changing into an incessant-, helpless series of groans as Jack's fingers taunted the sensitive slit between her thighs, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting the silken, blonde pubic hair and making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing center of the undesired passion that had swept over her. It lewdly saturated her whole being, and she chewed at her lips to hold back the moan of sheer delectation mounting ecstatically in her sensuously quivering breasts.
Then momentarily she tried to struggle against him, but he held her as if she were a child, smiling triumphantly down into her shame-contorted face. Then she again relaxed her struggling, caught up again in the confusion of her motives and the hopelessness of her situation. There was nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while this demented uncle explored her soft secret body at will, taking any and all indecent liberties with her that he pleased. There was absolutely no way she could stop him and even if she could, she would lose in the end, for Bob and his entire family might be angry with her and hate her all the more because she had not let this man do it to her! And she knew that her betraying body was reacting with unwanted desire to the maddening play of his fingers in her vagina, her hips actually responding of their own volition in rhythm to his tantalizing fingerfucking in the moistly aroused split between her legs.
"Now that's it, honey," he hissed at her. "That's better. Don't try to fight me. Enjoy it, honey, like that. Do you see? Your tight little cunt is getting nice and wet, and pretty soon you're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you, Marilyn?"
Marilyn couldn't catch her breath. She tried to speak but her words stuck in her throat, the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing around her now hotly quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks down into the bed in a vain effort to escape the frenzied spasms coursing over her soft, vibrant flesh. "Oh ... oh," she moaned helplessly while he continued his clitoral teasing, at last pausing to draw an answer from her.
"Well, am I right, honey? You want me to fuck you, huh?"
"Oh, yes, yes ... anything you say ... only don't hurt me, please?" she begged, breathless from his assault, her lovely face a grimace of the lewdly rising pleasure deep up in her tortured belly.
"Hurt you?" he said, sounding as though he were half aware of what she had asked. "Why should I hurt you? Just fuck me. Fuck me back hard and good, huh?"
Again the sound of the lewd, obscene word caused her to react inwardly, but oddly enough it was with a sense of strange excitement as he uttered it and she rolled her face away from him. "Yes, oh, yes, I'll try," she whispered between tightly clenched teeth, trying desperately not to show the effect his fingers were having on her.
Jack moved up over her, forcing her face back to him with his hand behind her head. He kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth while his thick long finger began to teasingly massage her cunt once more. Marilyn groaned beneath him, fighting to keep control of what mental facilities she still possessed as the convulsive little twinges of delight began to race involuntarily through her loins and belly again. "Let me get my clothes off, honey," he whispered.
As he left her, she only lay there with her eyes closed, refusing to think unless she screamed out in pure fright. As his body left hers, she felt the cool rush of air against her throbbing breasts with their hard, distended pink nipples as they became completely exposed to him again. She heard his sharp intake of breath, his big hand clutching her breasts hotly and kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples painfully between his fingers until finally his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and worrying the tiny nipple maddeningly. Then he took the other in the same manner, his long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow vale that separated them. Her stomach muscles tensed as it slithered down her, dipping momentarily into her navel, taunting it while his hands continued to caress and stroke her aching breasts. And then his hands left her breasts and he was pressing her thighs apart.
Once more she felt a cool gush of air, but this time it brushed against her warm, damp thighs and loins, still refusing to allow herself a single thought, her eyes clenched securely shut. She felt the pressure on the bed while he raised to his knees and she could hear him taking another drink from his glass by the bed. For a long time, but she couldn't reason how long, she lay there in the darkness of her mind, lost in the torment of her thoughts, until his voice reached her, "Come on, Marilyn honey, open those beautiful eyes and see how it looks to you, huh?"
She did so agonizingly and saw him kneeling erect between her open legs that he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him completely and obscenely spread open to him. His face was twisted in a lewd grin, and she let her eyes trail downward over his muscularly powerful torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from his lean loins. Her eyes began to widen in mounting disbelief while his licentious smirk broadened and his hands lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-engorged head. "Look at it, honey! A beauty, huh?" he taunted proudly. "Think it'll fill that luscious cunt of yours?"
But Marilyn hardly heard his obscene words. She was too shocked with the sight of his huge, already pulsating organ to the point of almost destroying any erotic sensations that had possessed her. Yet she couldn't help but gape at the massiveness of his penis, its length and thickness causing her to stare in awe, while the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread-open thighs filled her with miserable shame as once more the helplessness of her stituation dwelled in her fogged brain. Then it further registered that he was sadistically enjoying this debauchery he was subjecting her to, the gleam in his eyes bordering on sexual intensity. Still she stared, her eyes seemingly fixed on the inhuman-sized fleshy instrument he was still holding and stroking. Its thickness was terrorizing! Good God! No woman could take it! It would rip her open! She tore her eyes away from the massive penis, rolling her head to one side as he continued to torment her, watching with salacious delight the horrified expression of fear that she knew was contorting her face.
She prayed that tears would dribble from her eyes to help relieve the ball of agony in her throat, but to no avail. Just as she knew that it would be useless to appeal to Jack, she knew that her body was going to cooperate with him and not her. She had to steel her senses for what she knew was to come and she hardly heard his intakes of breath with their implications any longer. Her brain was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing that there was no escape. She must endure his assault, for certainly he was going to rape her defenseless, cringing body, no matter how much she begged him not to. There was nowhere to turn. She was utterly alone and completely subject to his ruthless lust. Dear God, why? Oh, why did this have to happen to me? What did I ever do except marry Bob, the man I love?
He dropped his weight upon her then, forcing the breath from her soft, white body with a gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into the tender flesh of her belly, his huge hands once more squeezing her full firm breasts so viciously that she cried out with the pain. He eased his hold on them and she realized that he did not really mean to hurt her. Then suddenly his mouth was smothering hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat in his mounting lust. "You hot fucking little cunt!" he hissed, jerking his head up to stare at her. "I'm going to make you beg me to fuck me before I'm finished. Yeah, you're going to beg me to bury my cock in that snobbish little cunt of yours, so fucking deep up your cunt that you'll taste it! Right through to your stuck-up ass!"
Marilyn said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his abuse. Dear God, it was her own fault! She could not blame him! Then he was moving down her body, slithering downward, down until his face was even with her loins, mere inches above them, and the shock of what he intended to do caused her to recoil in horror.
"W ... what are you? My God! No! Oh no, no, please! You can't ... not that! Stop, that's not for just ... just...." She dearly wanted to scream as he placed his palm against the soft inner sides of her thighs, pressing them apart even more open to his lust-inflamed eyes. She moaned aloud, raising her head to stare down between her erect, upthrust breasts and see him, mouth open, tongue out, poised between her widespread legs. "Oh, no, please! I beg ... you ... don't do that to me...."
W-edged strategically between the soft white thighs, their warm inner flesh pressing against him, Jack gazed greedily at the tight pink slit fringed enticingly with its flaxen, golden hair, eyeing the two tiny glistening pearls of moisture that dampened the little tongue-like pink petals peeking out at him from the thin, vertical mouth. As she lay seemingly rooted to the bed beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation nearly complete, she watched petrified as with deliberately slow and decisive movements he placed his thumbs delicately on the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading the soft, blonde pubic curls as the flanges parted almost glutinously, flowering open the moist, coral flesh to his desire-filled sight. He was being pretty rough, he knew, but that's what Bob had ordered. He wanted his wife completely ravaged ... just as much as was humanly possible. Jack figured Bob knew what he wanted.
In utter degradation, Marilyn felt the hot wisps of his rapid breathing taunt her sensitive vaginal flesh and she moaned in shame, her head still upright, her eyes almost refusing to acknowledge the lewd scene they were beholding. Then her own breath nearly choked her as she watched his face lower into the vee of her naked vaginal slit and felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slip wetly up into her shocked and quivering pussy. Her lovely, soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from her lungs while her buttocks ground vainly downwards in her useless effort to evade the perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach lurched and churned in spasmodic confusion and she moaned while his tongue slithered in and out of her hopelessly exposed cunt in warped animal-like frenzy.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... oooohhhhh. Stop ... don't ... please ... oooooohhhh!" She groaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning to flail from side to side negatively as she held it raised in humiliated, shameful horror, gaping in disbelief at his obscene licking down between her widespread thighs. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A horrible and lewd nightmare, that was all it was! She tried to reason it away, but his tongue assured her as it raced in a liquid torrent up into her unwanting yet, rapidly dilating cunt. Tiny unwanted spasms of lewd delight were coming alive within her whole being from his demented and depraved tonguing of her moist, palpitating cuntal slit.
Then his hand moved caressingly up over her smooth white belly to the pulsating, firm flesh of one hard-nippled breast, cupping and tormenting it with sadistic delight while his mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into the widespread split of her loins with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room, it seemed to her. She realized that his dulled eyes were locked in twisted pleasure on her abased humiliated face until suddenly it struck her that he was waiting for a complete destruction of her pride and morals as well as her traitorous body. He would settle for nothing else!
She had to fight him ... had to! But even as she waged the feeble attempt, in the back of her brain she knew it was useless. She was ensnared! Bob was probably fucking Jack's wife and there was absolutely nothing she could do alone. Lust was rapidly overcoming her. Oh, God! God! God! Wildly, her brain raced in its struggle against his obscene attack while he continued to suck and lick insanely at the damp hairline slit between her open legs. She fought desperately to keep her wits from melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that was creeping up from her loins to completely engulf her, its delight telegraphing unbelievable, enraptured sensations in maddening excitement through every tiny vein, muscle and sinew of her subjugated body.
Damn! What a goddamned gorgeous, innocent little goddess she was! He raised his glazed eyes to fix them on her beautiful, contorted face as he unceasingly kept up his wild tongue-thrusts into her tightly clenched vagina. He read the completely subjected expression on her face with enjoyment. Shit, she was beautiful! And the way she was trying to fight it all, that was what made it good. Fight it, you stuck-up cunt! Fight it! That'll make it all the better when you collapse! By God, his nephew was going to have a wife when Uncle Jack finished with her! Then his lips probed and explored until he found the erectile, pulsating button of her clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of agonized pleasure as he sucked the thin, pulsating nub between his teeth and clutching it tightly, laved his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his tongue downward back through the velvet moistened slit to the hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
Marilyn realized that she could hardly, if any longer, control herself at all. The erotic sensations had reached beyond her physical or mental powers of counteraction. She had become overwhelmingly enraptured with his lust-filled tonguing of her cunt, unwantingly so in the beginning but surely lost to its satanic delight now. Her own brain had become a turmoil, and her feeble power to fight had so diminished that it was hardly even a memory. She found herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as he orally fucked her, lashing and plunging his long hot tongue up into her receptive and now hotly clasping vagina, while she listened as if from another world to her own mewling and whimpering sounds as he continued to swirl and thrust his tongue into the warm velvety confines of her moist, passion-charged cunt.
Abruptly then, he was raising her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them until they were wedged underneath her thighs, pressing them relentlessly up until they draped over his broad shoulders, then he maneuvered his hand and wrist skillfully beneath the quivering orbs of her buttocks, pulling them up to his mouth with captive authority. Marilyn's whimpers of ungovernable, if involuntary pleasure filled his ears as he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into the simmering fluid depths between her thighs. She tossed about jerkily beneath him and he watched her hands fight a losing battle with one another until suddenly they were clenching at his hair in desperation, lewdly struggling to press him further and further into her loins. Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as he continued to plunge his tongue deep into the searing, pleasurable depths of her delighted cunt.
What little control she had managed to exercise had disappeared, Marilyn realized. Now her buttocks were jerking and convulsing of their own accord beneath his thrusting tongue that was shooting erotic jolts of never before known sensation through her unfulfilled body. And then, and then she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the secret, tiny, puckered little hole of her anus! She wanted to scream, but instead, she moaned in erotic bliss at the sudden, wet, seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment. "Oh ... oooooohhhhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhhh," she chanted ecstatically. "Y ... you ... you filthy ... filthy man ... ooooohhhhh," she moaned even as she rolled her hips and tried in helpless abandon to screw her tormented rectum back up onto his stiff probing tongue.
Jack couldn't contain his lewd laughter as he thrust against the snug, rubbery opening, raising gooseflesh on her quivering belly and heavy breasts as her buttocks jerked and writhed at the delicious sensations racing wildly through her whole being. "Ooooohhhhh," she gasped further, again raising her head to gape down at his distorted face licking so hotly between her upraised thighs. "P ... please stop...." she begged, the horrifying realization dawning on her that the words tumbling from her lips were false, for she did not want him to stop!
He licked on at her open wet loins while her soft white body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve ends of her pulsating cunt. Her clenched teeth, fists and determination could no longer do anything to hold back the wanton throes of sensual bliss that had seized complete domination over her. There was no fight left in her. He was bringing her intense rapture, the likes of which she had never before dreamed! Her voluptuous, sensitive body had secretly cried out too long for fulfillment! "Ooooohhhhh ... ooooohhhhhh, dear God! Y ... yes, please. Lick my cunt! Suck it! Do things to me...." She moaned lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and twitching beneath his long, hot tongue. She raised her hips to him, her wet, squirming loins submitting in complete servitude. Her hands clutched at his hair as she cried out from the very depths of her soul, all else but the bliss of the moment finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in tighter to the throbbing, wide-spread hole between her legs while the near-insane delight of lust-filled enchantment captured complete charge over her.
"God damn you, you hot little bitch!" Jack rasped raising up suddenly while Marilyn looked dazedly upward into his wetly glistening face from where she lay beneath him, stripped naked and helpless in her degrading, obscene position. "It's fucking time now, honey. Time to stuff that luscious cunt of yours with this throbbing prick of mine, huh? Yeah, honey, you're going to get the fucking of your life!"
Reality was slowly creeping back over her, but she couldn't move. It was almost as if she were hypnotized with her thighs raised and spread wide apart to him, her swollen breasts heaving as she breathed in short gasping breaths and her belly quivered and cringed while her eyes locked upon his long, thick cock spearing angrily out from his hairly loins. Then he was crawling up over her and she started to plead once more, but before she could get the words out, another voice, a feminine one said, "That's far enough, Jack! Now get off!"
Marilyn's reaction was a conflict, yet she was happy to have the decision made the right way for her. Then she heard a heavy, panting sound accompanied by a fierce animal growl. Jack swore aloud while struggling to get off of her, "Goddamn it, Gabrielle! I was just ready to throw a good fuck in her. She's turned on enough now to take on the whole house. Why should I get off?"
Gabrielle, a tall, willowy brunette, maybe in her mid-thirties, laughed wickedly, "I do, Uncle Jack. It's time for a little exhibition, and you had just better have her hot enough for Mudzie here to finish her off. Now get off the bed and let's let him have a little fun."
"I don't know, Gabby," Jack hesitated. "Did you ask...."
"Shhhh!" she shushed him. "Of course I did!"
"Well ... all right then," Jack said, pulling well aside.
Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes as all the people she had seen in the cabana came trooping smilingly in to crowd excitedly around the bed where she lay-. For one brief moment she had thought she might cry for she was that happy to be saved from the ravishment she knew was coming from Uncle Jack. Yet, instead of crying out to the others for help, she had in her shocked surprise not moved a muscle. She remained in her obscenely spread position with her legs up to her chest as if fastened there. It had all happened so fast that her mind could hardly comprehend its meaning. Then she saw that a massive black dog had moved forward and raised up with its forepaws on the bed, its great head between her legs, and a new shudder of horror and shame rippled through her. In utter fear, Marilyn started to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but when she saw the huge shepherd bare his. vicious teeth and heard him growl his warning, she dared not move, only continued to lie there with her thighs still spread and knees drawn up to her breasts, while the beast lowered his head and began sniffing at her saliva moistened vagina, his bushy tail wagging, his haunches beginning to tremble noticeably.
Marilyn tried to beg help from the naked crowd but nothing would come from her constricted throat. The powerful dog was sniffing at her naked vagina as the brute's cold nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus.
"You see," the tall willowy girl, Gabrielle, said to the others. "I told you Mudzie had a preference for fair-haired girls!"
Marilyn, in her shocked, cringing terror, couldn't believe what was taking place. Dear God, they all were standing there naked, their faces actually twisted in glazed lust, at least most of them were, watching the vile, abominable things this horrible beast was doing to her. They obviously had no intentions of helping her at all! Had the whole world gone insane?
She jerked spasmodically then, hardly daring to realize that the animal's tongue had snaked out to lick wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring. "Oh God ... Oooooohhhh!" she whined aloud, then momentarily decided to try and squirm away, but the powerful black animal raised his head, growling menacingly as he began to lap with greed at the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny still erect bud of her clitoris. His thick tongue spread through the soft fleece-sprinkled flesh like a warm knife slicing through butter. It laved relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her vaginal passage. She spasmed convulsively as she writhed helpless under the dominating beast's tongue, all of the wild sensations she had known only a short interval before being quickly revived to sweep ungovernably over her once more.
Then suddenly her fear became a secondary emotion within her, sensual pleasure racing to the forefront! God ... oh God! She didn't care anymore! It ... it was too wonderful ... too beautiful to ignore or fight against! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she found herself placing her hands on the massive dog's ears bravely, and with a deep animalistic groan of her own, she was kicking her legs back farther over her head, pulling his nose forward into her moist, throbbing vagina that was presented up to him now like a naked feast. His great tongue shot up the velvety channel to depths that Jack had never reached, ravishng her upthrust crotch mercilessly, and she couldn't hold back the babbling whines of licentious delight that streamed crazily from her lips.
Bob Sachette, fucking heavily between the tightly locked legs of his Aunt Christine, was interrupted by a heavy pull on his shoulder. It was one of his brothers, Alan Sachette. "Come on, man the show's just beginning! You two can fuck all night later!" It was all he could do to pull himself from Christine's nakedly writhing body, but intuitively he felt that it must be important for his brother to bother him. He had been a bit worried about Marilyn's reaction to all this and he suspected that whatever the 'show' was, it had to do with her. He was rather excited at the thought of seeing others fuck his naked wife. Yet, Bob Sachette in his wildest dreams could never have imagined the shit that would greet his eyes as he walked around the emptied beds and couches to where everyone else had gathered. Jesus Christ! There was Uncle Jack standing naked by the bed, his prick standing rock-hard and erect like a flagpole, watching Marilyn ... his Marilyn ... her naked crotch completely exposed to the huge dog that was ... was ... Christ Almighty, whose fucking idea was this? Gabrielle! It was her damned Mudzie there! The fucking black shepherd was licking his wife's cunt and ... and Marilyn looked as if she was going out of her mind! Or ... or was it he that was blowing his head? Bob gawked at her in stark amazement. Christ, it was absolutely incredulous! Wither she had flipped or she was higher than a bird on something, drunk probably! The whole damn family was drunk apparently. He saw Mudzie raise his great head from Marilyn's wildly throbbing vagina and begin to nudge at her with his nose as if he were trying to roll her onto her stomach.
"Turn over! Turn over!" Gabby ordered. "He wants you over. Get up on your knees! Hurry!" she was instructed excitedly, and to Bob's astonishment, Marilyn was complying like some trained slave, the expression on her beautiful young face a loose wantonness the likes of which he had never seen before. "Yes, like that, like that!" his crazy cousin Gabrielle literally sang. "Raise your ass high!" And Marilyn did, getting onto her knees as commanded, moaning passionately as she obediently lifted her lovely ripe buttocks quiveringly into the air.
Bob gulped aloud, staring in shocked awe while Marilyn twisted her rounded white buttocks back toward the animal lasciviously, reaching with her slender white hands back to spread the cheeks of her ass open to give the brute full access to her tiny, puckered anus. His brain whirled wildly when he saw the powerful beast's animal tongue lash wetly up and down through the smooth, hairless crevice, his own prick giving a desperate, unwanted lurch in his pants at the depraved, primeval sight.
"Oooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh...." Marilyn chanted while Mudzie splayed his long thick tongue wetly through the length of her hotly quivering cunt lips from behind. Then she found herself trying to widen her knees even further in an effort to open the pink gap more to him. His animal tongue thrust up the moist coral furrow, penetrating the deep dilated passageway as it ravished her crotch in never unceasing, mounting bliss. She moaned gutturally in this never before ecstasy as she twisted her head and with blurred eyes thought she saw her husband beside the bed, but it was all unimportant, nothing else mattered, only the enchanting sensations that were taking place back between her upraised ass-cheeks.
Then suddenly, through the haze of her ever increasing passion, Marilyn felt the huge shepherd mount her, his soft furry genitals crowding toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching tightly at her hips in the manner of a male human. The beast's lashing tongue had rekindled the flame in her loins even more so than Uncle Jack's ministrations, and as she turned her head, she caught the entire refelction of their obscene depravity in a tilted mirror that Gabrielle was holding behind her. The salacious sight of the great animal mounting the licentiously spread moons of her own soft rounded buttocks, plus the lurid reflections of the other people lewdly appreciating, coursing their eyes over her nakedly writhing body, sent wildly insane and lascivious sensations of lust-incited rapture racing through her lust-fogged mind and body. She saw the image of Mudzie's unbelievable glistening, coral penis shoot forth from its long fleshy scabbard, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a beveled, scarlet length of raw meat in the damp open slit of her cunt, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his effort to penetrate her vagina with the pointed, thickening shaft.
"Reach back under your cunt and help him, damn it! Help him!" Gabrielle commanded as both she and the crowd watched in lewd fascination now while they caressed each other's breasts, cunts and cocks hungrily.
With an unrestrained moan, Marilyn shifted her round nakedly upraised buttocks in a searching effort to capture the dog's ever-swelling prick, the heated passion within her building toward the mind-shattering stage. Oh God, she wanted the long slippery organ inside her! She had to have it before she went mad with her constantly growing need! She reached back, grasping the wet shaft and causing Mudzie to half-whimper, as she guided the pointed tip toward the now hungrily sucking mouth of her desire-flushed cunt. Immediately he thrust, rammed, and thrust again, spreading her cunt hole open wider and wider as he entombed his long animal cock deep up inside her hot pulsing passage. Gabrielle watched in sensuous absorbtion, gaping as the thick flame-red rod of animal flesh slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to its hilt, the hairy, sperm-laden balls smacked hard beneath Marilyn Sachette's damp, golden, hair-lined pussy curls.
"Oh! Oh, my God!" Marilyn blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as the beast, grunting heavily, fucked searingly into her from behind while she stared over at a man's finger moving sleekly in and out of a woman's lovely pink cunt. "Oh. Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh," she grunted in heavenly relief while she began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Mudzie's powerful, long strokes plunging deep into the greedily welcoming depths of her belly.
Bob Sachette discovered that he was holding then releasing his breath spasmodically as with gaping eyes, he watched the massive dog bucking frenziedly at his now moaning wife's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of the still growing shaft of his hard, glistening prick. And to his sickened amazement, Bob felt his own cock jerk with unwanting lust at the depraved sight of the huge beast fucking forward, burrowing his giant rod of animal flesh, wet and shining from Marilyn's cunt juices, deep up into the squirming, clasping pussy of his helplessly kneeling wife.
"Fuck! I never saw anything like that!" he heard his Uncle Jack exclaim. "Look at the little bitch fuck back. She's coming unglued!"
Bob, in spite of the rising hardness of his penis and the softly teasing hands of his Aunt Christine, caressing his firm, sperm-bloated balls, felt at the moment like leaping to the bed and ripping the dog from his helplessly kneeling wife's body. But instead, he suddenly found himself being pulled toward the bed by Gabby, who had handed the mirror to someone else. He was beyond resistance at this point, and she pushed him roughly down on his back on the bed next to the wildly fucking shepherd and his wife, Marilyn. Then suddenly she was straddling over him with her back to him, her white rounded buttocks poised teasingly above his lust-incited cock. He started to speak but got nowhere. The lovely young brunette had clutched his prick and was working its rubbery head into the tiny, gaping mouth of her visibly clenching little asshole! He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. The very idea of what she was doing was too much even for him. The lust derived from the mere sight of her hand manipulating his rock-hard cock-head into the tiny, puckered hole of her anus, manipulating her breathtaking buttocks the way she was, squirming her tight young asshole down onto his throbbing shaft ... all of it was too much! Then she was working her ass with undulated movements down onto his pulsating cock, absorbing it right up into the tight, velvety constricting depths of her back channel!
"Oh, oooohhhh, oooooohhhhhhh!" she cried aloud in obvious pain-pleasure. "Bobby! Booooobbbbbbby! Fuck my ass, darling! Let me lay back on top of you ... yes ... yes ... and you fuck my ass, Bobby, darling!"
Bob couldn't cope with what was taking place, He lay back fait with the lovely physical presence of his willowy cousin on top of him, his aching rod thrust to its entirety up the beautiful brunette's asshole. And he'd had nothing to do with it! Shit! He was going to lose his mind! Fuck, he was lost! His loins were hammering in their desire for release! He might lose his mind! And ... and his wife, Marilyn! There she was, Christ Almighty! There she was, getting fucked by Mudzie! She was losing her wits, too. Christ, he'd brought this on her but he hadn't counted on Gabby....
Marilyn hung as if suspended on an imaginary level of unbelievable bliss. At first, the vicious invasion had nearly blinded her with the unexpected agony of the massive animal shaft bursting into her, pushing the velvety, resistant flesh of her tight vaginal passage before it, until in seconds he had thundered it in its entirety deep up inside the warm constricting depths of the waiting channel. And as he continued to piston into the softness of her upthrust buttocks, she could feel his animal balls swing hard in taunting rhythm down against the quivering bud of her clitoris below. She was impaled to the hilt on his every growing cock and suddenly reveling masochistically in its bestial possession of her needing cunt.
She breathed a moan from her lust-contorted mouth and she began to move in tempo backward to meet Mudzie's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her rounded white hips like powerful furry arms and she undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd, concentric circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful dog was pounding into her from behind. She wished she could see it better, clearer than the mirror's reflection was affording her, but she had to be content with adding visionary pictures, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent licentious exultation soaring through her maddeningly aroused body. In the mirror, she saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence with the delightful, rampaging, animal prick that continued to grow, grow, grow ... ever growing inside her entire cuntal passage up to her belly. She visualized it sliding deeper, deeper into the forever stretched mouth of her welcoming cunt from behind, a relentless, steaming rod of shimmering flesh lunging into her.
In her lust-dazed state, Marilyn no longer felt human. She was a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this splendid panting beast and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like another animal. Never, never had there ever been anything like it! It was sheer ecstasy and ... and there before her lay her husband, naked, with the tall willowy brunette on her back on top of him, her beautiful white legs spread wide and drawn back to her full, erect breasts, so that her dark, hair-lined cunt was completely exposed to her and ... and Bob's long, hard cock was shoved right up her asshole!
The beautiful girl's tight young pussy looked up at her invitingly, its long pink slit trailing down to her buttocks where Marilyn could see Bob's wonderfully hardened cock splitting them, holding them apart, its thick length buried to the hilt up her obscenely stretched anus, and her husband's heavy balls pulsated before her. Something unbelivably possessive surged through her and she couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself as she nuzzled her face downward and into the soft, sweet-smelling cunt before her face, while the wild sensations continued to race over and permeate her whole lust-filled being. She started her tongue from the tip of Bob's balls, taunting the exposed half-inch of the underside of his prick not yet swallowed into the girl's anus, through her quivering and open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner lips and clitoris into her mouth simultaneously. The voluptuous Gabby had never stopped raising her hips and plunging them up and down Bob's plundering cock, and as she continued the action she pressed her moist pussy that had flowered open with her splayed legs against Marilyn's wildly sucking mouth. Furiously, Marilyn lashed her tongue about the sweet, delicious-tasting cunt, her own yet unsated passion mounting and mounting.
Bob Sachette had given up trying to fathom how the family orgy had reached this point or why in God's name, Gabrielle had brought the dog into it! He had only to look at the expression of wantonness, however, on his beloved Marilyn's face to know that even if he could, to interfere with the animal fucking she was getting would be to drive her out of her mind. She had to climax to be truly fulfilled for the first time in her life, or she might be forever sexually lost, but oh God, how he wished it was his cock that was going to bring her that moment of rapture. And, Christ Almighty! She was licking Gabby's cunt as he fucked her in the ass, going right out of her mind, just as he himself was losing all control! He couldn't contain the groans of pleasure escaping him as he felt the warm soft flesh of Gabby's full, flattened buttocks pressing tightly against his loins. He thrust upward with her every stroke into the obscenely stretched, tightly puckered mouth of her back passage, his eyes locked on his hardened shaft disappearing into the tight, wide-stretched pink oval opening between the twin white mounds of her quivering, self-punished buttocks. He moaned again and watched her raise off from it, gaped with bated breath at the tender coral flesh pulling out with it and then being thrust inside as she slammed her ass down upon his prick once more. His breathing increased, incited by the lewd, lascivious spectacle, and suddenly she began to squirm and writhed upon its length thickness in a hotly rolling cadence that made her cunt more available to his wife's hungrily sucking mouth. He felt the sudden rumbling in his balls announcing the beginning of the end as his cock-head began to throb violently deep up inside the warm clasping channel of her rectum.
Gabrielle had watched Marilyn as if hypnotized, her long fingers pummeling her own moit, dilated pussy as the beautiful blonde's husband, her own cousin, thrust his long thick cock beautifully up her ass in the same manner that her own husband often did, while her eyes remained fixed on Marilyn's passion-contorted face, sensually enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Mudzie was rendering her from behind. She watched the young beauty's lovely, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing body, keeping tempo with the dog's lust-hardened cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from the rear, a merciless piston of glistening animal flesh sinking to its full depth far up into her soft white belly.
Then Marilyn had lowered her head meaningfully, moving her face downward toward her tingling pussy, and Gabrielle had entwined her fingers in the blonde's long silken hair, pressing the beautiful desire-filled face in toward her genitals and immediately feeling Marilyn's hot, wet tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the moist velvety flesh of her cunt. The roundness of her soft flesh sucked feverishly at her clitoris. The length of her tongue darted up into her vagina to slash, swirl and lave. Hot breaths came in tight gasps against her flushed, sensitive cuntal flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously on Bob's impaling cock while Marilyn was grinding her ass back against the animal shaft fucking wildly into her.
The lewd, erotic sight was more than Gabby could bear to watch any longer. Her climax was about to erupt inside from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Marilyn was administrating, and from the ever growing and sodomizing prick that was now pulsing furiously with its building sperm up in the depths of her delighted rectum. She threw back her head against Bob's chest, wailing deeply as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure raced through her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Marilyn's lovely head buried hard in her suddenly erupting loins. She heard Bob choke out a gasping oath beneath her and felt his pumping rod begin spewing its white hot lead deep up into her bowels in jets of fiery sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her while Marilyn began to utter muffled whimpers. Suddenly Marilyn raised her face from her hot spewing cunt, and Gabrielle saw her glazed eyes grow round and wide as she began to moan.
"Oooohhh ... oooohhhhhh, my God, I'm ... I'm going to ... I think ... Something is happening! Yes ... yes! I ... I'm going to cum! I am, God Almighty! I am! Ooooohhhhhh ... now ... ooohhh ... I'm cuuuuuummmmiiinnngggggg!" Marilyn wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her long golden hair twisting from side to side, her head flailing wildly as she began her first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back onto the thickening, driving animal cock with abandoned frenzy.
Bob could see in the tilted wall mirror the reflection of Mudzie, the huge dog's tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth white flesh of Marilyn's back 'while he fucked into her salaciously undulating buttocks with feral fury. Then Marilyn shrieked once more, slamming her ass back against-the dog prick with a frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot animal sperm deep up into her belly in long, hard, jet-like streams. Again Marilyn screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while both Gabrielle and Bob watched the mirror to see the combination human-animal, thick, white orgasmic liquid nearly explode from the swollen lips of her tightly locked cunt that was still clasping and squeezing Mudzie's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky, white fluid running down the satiny white columns of her soft inner thighs in wetly cascading quakes.
Oh God, she had never had an orgasm like that one in her whole life. Remembering the night of that party, the experience was so vivid that for a moment she thought she was there once again. No, she was back in her own bedroom, beside her own gravely-changed husband. But oh, what an orgasm she had had that one time! It felt as though a volcano were gushing the whole of its warmly flowing lava deep up into her almost bursting belly, and then, as quickly as it began, it was over. Somehow the dog, Mudzie had pulled himself from her and leaped from the bed, and then some other relative of Bob's was rolling her limply over on her back and was crawling between her wide-spread thighs and had begun driving his lust-hardened cock deep up into her animalsperm filled vagina. How long it had lasted she couldn't remember now. She could remember though that her own voice was pleading to the naked group of men around the bed to fuck her more, four of them at one time! Bob had disappeared somewhere, and it wasn't until later and God alone knew how many different cousins, brothers, and uncles, that he returned and lifted her sperm-flooded body from the bed, dressed her quickly, and carried her to the car and Oliver's....
But now ... now that she was sexually awake, what had happened to Bob? He told her after that weekend how he had planned with his Uncle Oliver to overcome her frigidity by having Oliver rape her or do whatever Oliver thought would help. The party, too, had been especially staged by the Sachette family specifically to break down the icey barrier between Marilyn and the Sachette family and make her into a warm, more responsive wife for Bob. Well, it worked! It had not only made Marilyn warm and responsive but absolutely avid, just as avid for sex as any Sachette ever thought of being or dreamed of being!
Oh, she felt like growling! She had no sooner become the sex fiend that Bob had wanted when he had the nerve to go the other way! Now who was it who was always making excuses to put sex off until some other, more convenient time? For God's sake, he couldn't even get a hard-on without an hour's work! He had told her once that he thought she was coming on too strong! Fancy that! As usual, she was working herself up into a goddamned sweat over the problem and couldn't sleep! With a loud sigh, she bounced off the bed, unconcerned about whether she woke him or not. Sitting at their desk in the corner, she flicked on the desk light, took a piece of paper from her stationery box. Well, as long as the family wanted a new member, let them solve her problem like they had all joined to solve Bob's!
"Dear Aunt Christine," she wrote in a large, legible hand and then paused, the ball-point pen in her teeth, trying to decide just how to put it. Maybe she ought to just ask to see her....
"What the hell are you doing now?" Bob asked sternly, popping up suddenly.
"Writing a letter," she said simply, her mind still on her choice of words.
"Do it tomorrow!" he said impatiently.
"For Christ sake!"
She heard him say something, but she was in no mood to argue with him. She concentrated instead on trying to decide where would be a good place to meet Christine. She lived so far....
Suddenly Bob was beside her, grasping her elbow and pulling her forcefully to her feet. He never behaved like that! He was hurting her arm! She looked up into his angry brown eyes, both stunned and frightened. His fingers relaxed slightly and for a long time he looked down at her until his eyes had softened their glare. Slowly he pulled her against him and unconsciously, when she felt the hardening bulge in the crotch of his pajamas, she lowered her milk-white shoulders and turned her face slightly aside. "What do you want?" she asked trying to feel the old iciness and failing miserably.
