In the lives of all young people, particularly those that have been protected to the point of naivete from the sharp pointed edges of the world, there comes a moment in time in which they must place their trust in someone; This someone may not always be a personal or long time acquaintance. Nor is the trust and faith they place always a studied or conscious thing. It can arise suddenly and without warning as in the intense work presented here by novelist, James E. Vandamere.
A multitude of problems, of course, may exist prior to this extension of faith that may compound the emotional upheaval the act almost always brings on.
Here, in his poignantly presented story of the young woman, Sandy Luden, Mr. Vandamere brings this particular point out with vivid clarity. The basic problem she faces is not one that is unusual in the present pace of our industrial society. It is merely one of loneliness. But, the related complication is the fact that she is married to a much older man. This has not been too great a problem in our present day social structure but if the current trend continues it may well arise in the future. One of our major magazines in one of their recent issues published a story listing the important personages in our own country that have contracted these May-December marriages.
Whereas it is true beyond any doubt that the much older man may, as pointed out in this novel, give a much younger woman the emotional and financial security she desires, but, can he fulfill the physical aspects required of a full marriage? During the first part of the union, there is usually no question that he can. But . . . what happens if he is sixty years old at the time. The ancients said the ideal ages for marriage were 37 for the man and 19 for the woman because they would both reach the age of declining interest in sex at the same time. This would be at around 68 years old for the man and 50 for the woman. In our example above, this gives the man only eight years of sexual prowess after the marriage is consummated. What happens to the remaining 22 or 23 years of the woman's life when she is still attractive and her body is still sexually active? Author Vandamere probes this sensitive question in depth and perhaps the conclusion he arrives at through the vehicles of young Sandy Luden and her older husband Peter, shall shed some lio;ht on the problems that Will be encountered by those considering a Mav-December union. We, as the publishers believe it will and sincerely hope that you as the reader shall also find this to be true.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
As Victor undressed in the darkened motel room, Sandy felt a twinge of guilt at what she was about to do. What would it do to Peter, her husband, if he ever found out? She lay there breathing quietly, watching Victor. A mixture of fear and longing welled up in her as she saw him standing nude before her. Thick black hair covered the whole expanse of his chest and arms. He was not tall, but his muscular frame gave the impression of a very big man.
He was the first man she had ever seen nude other than her husband, yet she found herself prey to strange longings, somehow compelled by his magnetic presence. It was as though she had become a different woman.
She sat up and impatiently but slowly worked her way to the edge of the bed. She was grateful to him for still being soft, so that she herself could make him hard. His thighs pressed close to her shoulders as she pushed her face into the curly mass of his groin. Victor's hands tightened around her hair as he felt her tongue slide through the soft ringlets of dark pubic hair surrounding his quivering cock. Sandy swung herself around so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed with Victor's legs surrounding her. Clasping her hands around the back of his thighs, she pulled him closer to her. As she did so she could feel the tip of his waiting penis pressing wetly against the soft white flesh of her throat. She tilted her head back slightly, allowing his erect member to spring up to meet her tongue moistened lips. She gasped slightly when she saw it, for he had not only grown several times larger, but also thicker; so thick that a sudden flood of moisture oozed ex-citedlv from the damp between her legs. She closed her fingers around his hardness. Her tongue darted across her lips, wetting them again as she pressed them to the smooth, rubbery tip.
Victor sucked in his breath quickly at the sight of his hardened cock disappearing slowly into Sandy's mouth. Soon he saw nothing but the top of her head moving slowly against him. Being inside her mouth was soft; it was warm; and as moist as entering a woman who had cum several times in quick succession. He tightened his grip around her head and holding her motionless, thrust the full length of his lust-hardened penis as deeply into her throat as he could.
She choked as she felt the enormity of his cock filling her mouth to the very entrance of her throat, blocking off her breathing. Victor pulled back quickly but she held him fast, and wishing her mouth was twice as big, began long slow diving motions up and down his passion-hardened shaft. Victor's breath became increasingly more rapid as he plunged deeper into her mouth. His hands slowly began the journey down her shoulders and across her soft white chest until at last he reached the hardness of her fully erect nipples. He caressed each breast with the fullness of his hands, and taking the nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeezed them, making her moan at the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body.
The room was filled with the rhythmic pattern of wet, lewd sounds emanating from their love-making.
Victor could feel himself growing increasingly harder. The skin grew tighter and tighter around his cock until he thought it might split. His thighs felt as if they were turning to solid rock. Knowing what was soon to follow, he gently withdrew from the heat of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her.
Her mouth was full and soft, and as his tongue pushed further into it, he could taste the pungency of his own juices ... he put his fully open mouth upon hers, forcing her gently backward on the bed as he did so. When he had her lying flat on her back, he carefully explored the wet inner crevices of her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues mingled in a mock battle to see which of them could get deeper inside the other.
Sandy moaned as she felt the full weight of him on her naked body. She wanted him to press her so hard she would be obliterated like nothing under him. She was mindless, knowing nothing but the feel of him on her, his tongue in her mouth preventing her from crying out . . . from begging him to enter her.
Suddenly he stopped kissing her and lifted himself up so that he could look at her. She lay there dazed, her eyes wild and almost brimming with tears, her hair all over her head. He found her beautiful beyond belief. Her breasts stood up toward him, still tense and craving his touch. But he did not touch her then; he wanted to enjoy this moment before he gave her what she wanted . . . what they both wanted. She groaned and turned her head to the side. He noticed as she turned the delicacy of her ear, and leaned over to kiss the lobe. As he did, he whispered, "Let me return the favor."
He felt her entire body jump as if from an electrical shock.
"Oh, yes, yes . . ." she murmured rapturously, turning her head from side to side.
He slid down and putting his arms about her, let the weight of his chest press on her stomach. He put his mouth over one breast and his hand around the other and sucked and kneaded persistently, listening as he did so to the sound of her voice calling his name over and over.
But he was in no hurry now. He savoured the fullness of her breasts as though he were deriving nourishment from them, finally putting them both together and sucking both nipples simultaneously, almost in the same way she had sucked his inflated penis a few moments earlier.
Her whole body arched beneath him and he could feel her rubbing the soft wet pubic hair between her open thighs against his chest. She pushed and rubbed harder and harder, sideways and up and down as he pushed on her and licked her breasts until they were red and flushed with blood. He know he could make her cum like that, but he did not want her to cum just yet, so he released his hold on the delectable mounds of flesh, and let his tongue slide down the smoothness of her gently rounded belly. He paused there, letting his tongue go round and round on the contours as she steadily pushed her hips up to him. Then he pulled himself up and, kneeling between her legs, slowly separated the lips of her soft yielding pussy with his fingers. He contemplated the rose colored delight of her inner vaginal lips and her tiny red clitoris which seemed to be quivering with excited anticipation.
"What a beautiful cunt you have," he said almost religiously as he touched his tongue to her, and then, letting his whole mouth down upon her, softly began to suck it and tease at it with his lips.
He heard her making a new kind of sound now; a lower, slower kind of groan . . . the sound she was making combined with the incredible woman taste of her welled up in him so that he thought that surely he must enter her now, but he waited still, and passing his hands around under her soft yielding buttocks, pulled her upward to his mouth and let her legs wrap around his neck. It was as if he had created a world of his own; his mouth and her cunt communicating to each other in the dark and smooth wet folds and tiny mounds of quivering woman flesh. Her hands held his head, pushing his face even deeper into her. She was grunting now and her whole body shook with each hard, flicking lick he gave her between her open legs. He shoved his tongue into the open, throbbing hole from which moisture seeped forth, making a tiny prick of it, and then substituted two of his fingers, then three, so that the tips of his fingers could touch that spot deep inside her body that would make all the difference to her. Still gently sucking her, he pushed his fingers in all the way and withdrew then as she screamed with pleasure, only to push them in all the way again.
He pushed her harder and harder, and neither one of them realized that they were slowly pushing their way off the bed. Sandy's head was touching the floor when she suddenly came with a great cry, and Victor thought the force of her muscles contracting on his hand would break his fingers, yet he held steady as she writhed and twisted around his hand and under his mouth. He could feel the sweat standing out all over her sensuously undulating body, and he could hear himself laughing and saying, "Yes, yes . . . there it is, yes, Sandy baby . . . Yes . . ."
He eased both of them down to the carpeted floor . . . looking around, he saw that they were on the other side of the bed. They had traversed all the way across the large double bed in their struggle.
Sandy lay whimpering on the floor . . . her body glistening with perspiration. She took large uneven gulps of air. Her eyes still closed tightly, her face flushed with emotion.
Victor lay on his side watching her a moment, then as she seemed to be catching her breath, he took her hand and placed it on the tip of his wet, throbbing penis. She jumped at the contact for he was huge by this time. Her hand felt the shape of him tentatively at first, and then she began to move her hand up and down, pulling the foreskin all the way back with each movement. Victor suddenly stopped her, and spreading her legs with his leg, rolled over onto her.
"Now I'm going to fuck you . . ." he said, placing his veined and throbbing member at the entrance of her open, wet cunt. He pushed slowly, knowing she would have to adjust to the size of him. Even though she was wet and slippery he would have to be careful not to hurt her. Her hands were at his face, caressing him. She raised her face to kiss him over and over.
"Oh, darling, darling, my darling ..."
She broke off as he gave a thrust and began to enter her tight, resisting little vagina. She gave a cry of pain, but he pushed again and slid almost all the way in. Sandy felt her entire being centered around the enormous rod sliding into her . . . there was nothing else in the world at that moment. She could only feel an acute wave of pleasure coming from this center, enveloping her in a height of ecstasy she had never before attained. White lights and sparks appeared behind her closed eyes. He was so big that she could not move to meet him; she had to wait for him to come to her. This he did and with one more push, he was as far in her as he could go.
"There!" he groaned, and as he did so he felt her melting all around his thick, throbbing shaft. All up and down, her muscles went wild and he felt a suction as though she were trying to swallow him up with her cunt.
She was screaming now, but he could not make out what. She wasn't making any sense. All he knew now was that he wanted to shoot so far up inside her that it would never come back down.
He would make her his woman with this one shot; so that she would never be the same after this. He wanted her to crave his cock in her in her every waking hour.
"It'll be better than this," he was saying to her as he continued his relentless plunging back and forth ... he could no longer tell the number of orgasms she had had, it all melted into one long wail of joy.
"It'll be better than this next time, baby, better than this ..."
He felt it coming as though it were coming from somewhere behind him. He knew it was a lot before it got there; then it was there.
"Aaaaahh!" he yelled as the gushing stream came rushing out of him in great spurts, and as it came he was thinking of filling her belly with him cum until she couldn't hold any more. Her battered insides absorbed the sudden spurts of hot, thick liquid. It seemed as though it would never stop. Its warmth spread throughout her quivering body. This is what she had been waiting for . . . this was what she wanted.
"You've really got it, baby," he said. "You've really got it. I think I filled your whole belly."
Chapter Two
Sandy started the motor of her sky blue Lincoln convertible which she had parked on an inconspicuous street near the restaurant, several blocks away from the motel. She noticed as she turned the ignition key that her hands were trembling, and as she drove off, headed for him, she realized she could not control the gentle quivering of her long sleek thighs so recently entwined about Victor's muscular torso. Yet even the memory of the most vibrant sensations her young body had ever felt was not enough to dispel the increasing sense of guilt welling up inside her as she thought of Peter, dear sweet Peter, who had given her everything, including his trust when he married her.
It had been three years now since her parents had died suddenly in that terrible automobile crash; leaving her, at 18, with no one to turn to and no place to go. Peter had given her the comfort and warmth she needed. He had been a close friend of her father's for many years, even though Peter was president and chairman of the board of Peter F. Luden Realty and Management Co., and her father was only a salesman for the firm. It was only a matter of weeks before he had tenderly and fearfully asked her to marry him. The past three years had been wonderful for her. As Mrs. Peter Luden, she had achieved a status in the community beyond her wildest childhood dreams. In addition to which, Peter had showered her with all the material needs she could desire.
At first, his generosity had been an embarrassment to her, but later, as she saw how much pleasure it afforded him, she learned to enjoy being worshiped by him and gained growing affection for this man who was almost 35 years her senior. Even so, in spite of the luxurious life she led, in the last year she had become more and more restless. She had been completely satisfied in all ways but one; and her blossoming young body had begun to trouble her mind.
Sandy found it difficult keeping her mind on the road as her thoughts wandered back and forth between Peter and Victor. She shuddered as she once more seemed to feel Victor's enormous shaft fervently plunging deep inside her passion moistened belly. Still trembling, she turned the powerful Lincoln into the spacious driveway of the stately home Peter had given her as a wedding present. The sight of the house from the bottom of the driveway never ceased to thrill her. It was hard for her to realize that it was really hers. As she left the car in the garage and walked slowly to the door, she tried to recall how she had felt at more innocent times traversing the same path. If Ruth and Martha, their maid and cook, were watching, would they be able to see the difference in her?
Not wanting to risk any such encounter in her present state, she let herself in and quietly climbed the winding stairs to the bedroom. Peter would not be home for at least another hour, but she still did not waste any time.
She slid the filmy summer voile dress over her head and flung it across the room. She could not bring herself to look too closely at her surroundings; the bedroom she shared with Peter . . . their large oversized bed seemed an accusation of her infidelity. She stood before the mirror and could not help exclaiming when she saw the beauty of her slender, well shaped form. She had admired herself before many times in this mirror, but never had she seemed so . . . she could not decide what it was at first, and then the word came to her lips, "womanly" ... for a moment she was proud ... at last, she was no longer a child . . . she had waited so long for this—too long.
She arranged her tousled strawberry blonde curls with her fingers and turned her body slightly to the side. Unhooking her bra, she let her breasts free . . . she had not realized how tight the bra had been on the red swollen tips of her firm, fleshy breasts. She tenderly massaged them with her hands, holding them out for closer inspection in the glass. They tingled and hurt as she gently kneaded them with her fingers, yet she could not resist touching her nipples together . . . she had always been proud that her breasts were large enough to do this, and at the same time, firm and pointed.
She remembered when she was in high school how the boys had all wanted to feel her breasts . . . and in her senior year, she had let Jimmy Walker feel them one night after a party; but that was all she had let him do. The next man to fondle her had been her husband, Peter . . . and no one else but herself had ever touched her until today.
When she touched the aching nipples together, a searing pain went through them, but it rekindled a tickle of desire high up in the depths of her saturated womb, which made her cry out Victor's name.
The cry startled her, and she became aware once more of where she was and who she was. She slid off her wet panties and with one last glance in the dressing room mirror, went into her private bathroom, where she ran herself a hot tub. She threw the flimsy panties in the swirling water, then added some sandlewood scented bath-oil that always soothed her. As the water ran, she tried to calm herself.
"After all," she thought as she pinned up her hair at the dressing table, "it was bound to happen sooner or later." She felt she was lucky it was someone like Victor, someone who was not even from the area, and whom she assumed would be discreet. Besides, he didn't know anyone that she and Peter knew, so there would be no embarrassing meetings or confrontations. The more she thought, the more she convinced herself that everything would be alright. She smiled to herself as she recalled how she and Victor had met.
It had been at the supermarket of all places.
She liked to do her own shopping for Peter, even though they did have the household help ... it seemed the least she could do. She also liked to prepare special little meals for him every now and then. She had planned one such special dinner the day she met Victor in line at the supermarket. It was a market some distance from her neighborhood, but one which had an especially good butcher, who always gave her choice cuts.
Victor had started a conversation with her when she was in line at the check-out counter. He began to ask her questions about the products she bought . . . and for a moment she thought perhaps there was a hidden camera and she would be on a television commercial. It turned out however, that he was a salesman for the Dell Company, whose products included everything from cat foods to cake mixes. She had laughingly told him that she liked to make all her cakes from scratch, which was true, when he asked her if she would like to have a drink with him that afternoon.
For some reason the proposition did not shock her, perhaps because she was laughing and so was he, and it all seemed very innocent. What could be wrong with having a drink with him? She felt slightly naughty accepting, but the feeling brought a pleasant glow to her cheeks, and it made her feel more alive. Besides, he seemed very nice and she was certainly old enough to see that nothing untoward would happen.
They had drinks in a small but comfortable cocktail lounge nearby. Victor had a bourbon and water and Sandy ordered a daiquiri ... by the time they had their second round, Sandy felt as though she had known Victor for a long time. He never said anything that she could construe as threatening to her or to her marriage. And although he did pay her many compliments, it was always in a pleasant, undemanding, even jovial manner. She liked him and she was having a good time.
When she went home that afternoon, she felt refreshed. The unaccustomed afternoon drinks had given her morale a decided lift. For the next few days her life with Peter went on as before. She was unprepared for Victor's call the following week. She had forgotten that she had given him her name and address in the interests of his survey, so he could easily get her phone number from the book. He asked her out again ... for lunch this time, and after a slight moment of hesitation, she accepted.
All week long before their scheduled meeting, she worried about the propriety of meeting with Victor, but when the time came, she found herself anxiously anticipating seeing him again. They went to a small restaurant that Victor suggested, had an elegant lunch, and what with the wine and several strong Daiquiris, Sandy's head was swirling. The smooth taste of the rum in her mouth made her tongue tingle. She realized as Victor was paying the check, that she had confided to him something she had never told anyone, not even herself, before . . . that although she admired Peter and cared for him deeply, she could not say that she was in love with him. She bit her lip and tried to recall just what it was she had said about their love life . . . then she remembered; Victor had asked if Peter was as good to her in bed as he was otherwise. She had gasped and had been unable to say anything. Finally the moment had passed, and she realized now that she had said more by her silence than words could have expressed.
Victor suggested a ride in his car after they left the restaurant. While driving slowly along, he asked her how she felt, and when she said she felt fine if a little tipsy, he placed his hand on her thigh, at first in almost fatherly manner, and then suddenly, he pushed his hand up and under the skirt of her dress . . . stroking the smoothness of her naked inner thigh in one long hard motion. He brought his hand up to the pliant mound of her defenseless loins, and before she had time to express her shocked reaction, his rough but nimble fingers had invaded the elastic legband of her panties . . . those same panties that were now floating in the tub . . . and she felt one finger plunging into her moist, open slit as hard and as fast as it would go. Another manipulated her sensitive, slippery clitoris, expertly sliding back and forth with a delicious friction between the dampened curls of her already excited cuntal lips.
When he turned into the court of the motel, he withdrew his hand. They sat for only a brief moment. Sandy was unable to speak, so strong was the emotion that had hold of her. But if she had been able to speak, she would not have said no.
It was hard for Sandy to believe that all this had taken place that very day; that that very morning she had sat in her tub, preparing to meet Victor, never once suspecting that she would return a changed and adulterous woman. She turned off the water and stepped into the warm tub. As she slid down, she felt her vagina stinging at the contact with the water. She looked down at herself, and saw that her vaginal lips were swollen so that they stuck out far beyond the usually confining light brown pubic hair between her legs.
The soft and sweet smelling water surrounded her tired, love worn body, entering and soothing her sore, invaded crevices. She let herself relax completely for a few minutes before soaping herself with the expensive translucent soap her delicate skin demanded.
Moments later, she stepped out onto the furry carpet of her bathroom floor and wrapped herself in one of the many luxurious white towels that lined her bathroom. They all had a blue monogram engraved on them. Peter seemed to have a mania for monograms and his initials appeared on almost everything he owned. Perhaps it was because he was proud of his family heritage . . . going back to a very old, very good European family. His stationery even had the family crest embossed on it.
Sandy decided to wear one of Peter's favorite dresses that evening ... a simply cut melon-colored silk that accented the lines of her breasts and clung lightly to the sensuous curves of her thighs. . . just enough to be suggestive and still in good taste. She pulled her long naturally curly hair back and let it hang down on her neck. Her features were delicate and fresh looking, her neck smooth and white. She looked carefully for any signs of her afternoon's loving, but could see none . . . unless it was in her eyes, which seemed of a slightly deeper blue than usual, and seemed to sparkle just a bit more than before. She went downstairs hoping that she would be able to be her usual self with Peter. She could not bear the horrible thought that he might guess what she had done.
Peter was late getting home . . . Sandy arranged a few knick knacks here and there; unnecessarily for Ruth kept the house in perfect condition, knowing just how Peter and Sandy liked things done. She noticed as she passed through the dining room that the table had been set. Delicious odors came from the kitchen. Sandy had asked Martha to prepare a roast leg of lamb for dinner. She went into the kitchen and spoke briefly with Martha who was busily preparing the evening meal. She was a good natured, friendly woman and Sandy was very fond of her. She considered herself very fortunate to have her.
"My, you look pretty tonight, Mrs. Luden. Will you and Mr. Luden be going out tonight after dinner?"
"No, I don't think so, Martha," she answered. "Mr. Luden is a little later than usual; he's sure to be tired this evening. I think there was a meeting of the board this afternoon. That always seems to take more out of him than usual."
Sandy left Martha to her cooking and wandered into the spacious living room where she began to prepare the pitcher of drinks her husband would crave on his arrival home. Just as she finished mixing the Beefeater martinis in a beautiful crystal pitcher, Peter came in. He rushed toward her and held her for a long moment in his arms.
"My darling, how absolutely beautiful you look. What a lucky man I am!" He stepped back from her a moment and looked at her adoringly, admiring the dress and the lovely young wife of whom he was so proud.
"Have you had a good day, my love? Tell me, what have you done with yourself?"
Sandy turned and began to pour two drinks from the pitcher into the glasses she had already prepared by rubbing lemon peel on the rims. She handed one to him and holding on to her own, led him to the sumptuous oyster-colored velvet sofa.
"Oh, I went window shopping in the city . . . I didn't see anything I really wanted, so I wound up not buying anything. I thought I'd get a new dress for that big party coming up at the club, but there's still plenty of time to find something."
"Sometimes, darling," said Peter, "I wonder if you wouldn't prefer the company of friends closer to your own age." He sank into the soft pillows of the sofa and sighed deeply, and leaning his head back, he placed his arm around Sandy's shoulders. Sandy looked at him. He seemed very tired. She studied her aging husband's handsome features, topped by the beautiful white hair she found so dignified, but found no sign there of suspicion.
"Ah, you were in the city," he said, changing the subject. "It so happens that I myself was in the city this morning, my dearest." He reached into his coat pocket and brought forth a package. "A little something for you, darling."
Sandy took the package and carefully undid the wrapping. Inside was the familiar red box of Cartier's. She caught her breath.
"Peter!" Opening the box, she saw nestling in white silk, a beautiful gold link bracelet. "Oh, darling," she cried. "My darling Peter, how wonderful you are. What a wonderful man!"
"I hope you think that, sweet," he said as he watched her putting the bracelet on her thin, delicate wrist. "I hope you will always think that," he said, helping her with the clasp. "I'm an old man you know . . . not getting any younger, at any rate!"
"Of course, I'll always think that, Peter," she said, kissing him warmly on the cheek. For a moment a terrible sadness overcame her, for she had just had an image of herself writhing under the full weight of Victor's muscular young body in the motel that afternoon.
Ruth served dinner to them by candlelight after Peter had had several more martinis. Sandy hated to see him drink so much, but she knew he had a lot on his mind. He also seemed to worry a great deal about her happiness. With a twinge of guilt, she realized what it would do to him if he knew. She could barely eat the excellent dinner she had planned for them. Fortunately, Peter had had too much to drink to notice and
Ruth was too polite to mention anything as she cleared the table.
They went up to bed almost immediately after dinner. Usually Sandy would read or watch television in bed, while Peter slept soundly beside her, exhausted from his extensive duties during the day . . . his body encouraged to sleep by the number of martinis he had consumed during the evening. That night was scarcely different. She undressed in her dressing room and came to bed wearing one of the beautiful long gowns of sheer chiffon that Peter had bought for her. He was already in bed, wearing his blue silk pajamas with his monogram neatly embroidered on the pocket. Sandy climbed in beside him and as he was not yet asleep, she curled her body close to his . . . perhaps they could make love tonight, she thought. Then she wouldn't feel the memory of Victor so strongly and the guilt that came with the memory.
She gently placed her softly rounded thigh between his legs and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Peter groggily returned her kiss and she felt his hand fumble at her gown. She took his hand and placed it inside the lace of her nightgown on her waiting breast. Excited by his touch, she pulled herself up and tearing her gown away from her shoulders, sat before him; her mountainous peaks glistening with moisture from nervous perspiration as they pointed directly at him. Peter wars murmuring phrases of endearment to her, softly crooning her name. Finally, she could wait no longer for him to make a move. She thrust her shining breasts down into his face, pushing one throbbing nipple into his mouth. She sobbed and moaned softly as she twisted the tip in and around his mouth.
"My love," he said when she released his mouth from the soft quivering morsel, "I think . . . would you give me a massage? I think it will help."
Sandy reached in the drawer beside the bed and brought out the familiar hand vibrator. She adjusted it on her hand and plugged it into the wall plug. She felt her hand pulsating quickly but smoothly and turned to apply its pressure to Peter's shoulders . . . but when she looked at him she saw that his eyes were closed and his breath was coming evenly from his lips. He had fallen asleep.
She almost cried. She could feel the moisture of her still throbbing vagina wetting her inner thighs. She needed something . . . she wanted a good stiff prick inside her, pushing against the inner walls of her cunt, making her scream with the ecstasy of its long, deep plunges. She could almost feel it . . . but it was Victor's cock she wanted.
Slowly she unplugged the vibrator and, leaving it on her hand, silently left the bed. She went into her dressing room and closed the door. She knew what she was going to do. Even though she had never done it before, she had thought about it. She had always been too ashamed before, but now she stretched herself out on the floor on the fluffy white carpet, feeling its tickling points all over the underside of her body.
She plugged the vibrator into a floor plug and lay back once more. Her entire body trembled with anticipation. The vibrator hummed softly, and as she placed it on her breast, she cried out softly at the sharp pleasure it gave her. She began to run her hand back and forth across both nipples. They were now sharply erect and she shook them wildly ... it was as though they were asking for more abuse from this artificial lover she held in her hand. She experimented with pushing down on them and twisting the hungry points between her vibrating fingers. She could have gone on and on . . . thrills ran up and down her squirming body . . . suddenly she rolled over on her stomach, letting her beautiful full blown buttocks feel the cool air. She ground her crotch down into the pointy hairs of the rug, moving herself up and down and back and forth. She was crazed by the steady signals of desire coming from the stiff little pricks her nipples had become. She put her free hand down to her moisture flooded loins and heard herself wish out loud for Victor.
"Oh, help me!" she cried. She turned over once more; pointing her toes and spreading her long legs as far apart as she could get them, she transferred her vibrating hand from her breasts to her now wildly twitching cunt. As the wetness of her own flesh crept between her fingers, the throbbing of her tiny, coral clitoris responded to the violent vibration. And then . . . the moist fruits of orgasm were running down her legs and onto the rug beneath her as she continued . . . once was not enough . . . she kept at herself in a wild frenzied attack until exhausted, she could bear it no more.
When she returned to the bedroom, Peter was sleeping soundly, just as she had left him. She slipped silently into bed and fell guiltily asleep, crying at what she had done.
Chapter Three
The Wholesale Grocer's Convention was at its height and Victor was on his fifth bourbon and water and it was not yet three in the afternoon. He looked around the smoke filled hotel room hoping to see the big titted blonde who had come in with Charlie Thompson from the southern office. That was the one thing Victor liked about these conventions . . . there was always an endless supply of pussy available. He wandered across the room to see what was going on. He got the come on from several good looking pieces, but he had his sights set on that big blonde bitch.
When he got to the bedroom of the suite, it was jammed to the door with people and he could tell by the noises seeping out of the room that an exhibition was going on in the bed. He fought his way to the front of the crowd and there was Charlie Thompson with the blonde; bare-assed naked going at it on the creaking mattress.
"That's some pussy, ain't it?" the guy standing next to Victor said.
Victor turned to him. "Not bad, but I've seen better."
Charlie was on his back with a pillow under his ass. The reef swollen tip of his cock was disappearing slowly into the blonde's mouth.
"Take it, Iris, take it!" he yelled grabbing her hair and forcing her face to meet the hardness of his stomach. Iris started working up and down his cock as if she would devour him whole. The room grew quiet until all you could hear was the wet, sucking sounds of Iris' pliant lips on Charlie's long thin cock.
Victor could feel his prick getting harder and harder under his pants. "Man," he said, "would I like a piece of that pussy!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Go get some, Vic, go get some!"
Victor went over to the bed and quickly pulled off all his clothes. A cheer went up from the men in the room and he noticed several of the women darted their lips across their already wet mouths at the sight of his huge erect cock. He knelt on the bed behind the blonde's ballooning buttocks and without warning, thrust three thick fingers up into her upraised vagina. She moaned and lewdly rotated her voluptuous rear-end, but never stopped her relentless siege on Charlie's lust-hardened prick.
Victor worked his fingers in and out of her slowly at first and then jammed into her with such a force that it almost knocked her over onto Charlie. Then, tiring of that, he replaced his fingers with his mouth and started noisily sucking the lascivious juices out of the hot, pulsating "V" in between her soft white legs and under the firm mounds of her quivering buttocks. He used his tongue like a cock and forced it in and out of her, alternating this with sharp bites on her outer vaginal lips.
Charlie started to moan louder and longer and Victor knew that Charlie would soon cum in Iris' mouth and then he would have this bitch all to himself. He heard Iris gagging and gurgling obscenely with the hot stream of Charlie's thick cum erupting into her throat.
When he knew it was finished, Victor flipped her onto her back and pulling himself up to meet her, he thrust the full length of his hot rigid cock into her open vaginal lips. She was so ready that he had no trouble entering her fully to the hilt.
A roar went up from the crowd, but Victor was aware only of himself on top of this prize gash. He went to work on her with fast deep plunges into her throbbing, willing cunt. He could feel himself touching bottom every time and knew this would be a fucking the blonde whore would never forget. Iris wrapped her large fleshy legs around Victor's neck and lifted her enormous hips to meet him every time. The lewd sound of their bodies slapping together made Victor even more excited . . . but he wanted this to last. He paced himself for a full five minutes of wicked pleasure until both he and Iris were covered with a lather of sweat and the bed was a damp crumpled mess.
Iris dug her long vermilion painted nails into Victor's sinewy back and screamed, "I'm cum-ming, oh God, I'm cumming now!"
Victor slammed into her writhing crotch even harder.
"I'll be right with you, bitch!" His cock streamed forth with the hot seminal fluid that filled her pulsating cunt and spilled out of her onto the bed. The liquid of his orgasm mixed with hers, filled the room and bombarded the applauding onlookers with the sweet pungent odor of sex.
Victor pulled himself out as soon as he had caught his breath and said simply, "Thanks, baby." He picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom to shower and dress, leaving Iris to the rest of the men in the room.
As he put his clothes down on a chair in the bathroom, he could still hear Iris moaning in the other room. Another raucous cheer went up and Victor knew someone else would be climbing up on top of that big blonde bitch. He had to admit, she was one good lay. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature ... he liked a good hot shower. Stepping into the tub, he pulled the white curtain shut. The steady stream of steaming hot water felt good as it traveled the length of his thick muscular body.
He unwrapped a new bar of soap and threw the wrapper over the top of the curtain. He soaped his chest and arms, vigorously building a thick coat of lather, massaging it into his body with his large rough hands. As he stepped further into the stream of water to rinse off, he could see the lather rushing down his chest and belly and around his still protruding prick. He picked the soap back up and began to lather his still hot groin, massaging it again and again . . . working his hand in a circular motion ... his huge cock nipping up to meet his firm stomach with each movement.
Victor began to wish he hadn't left the bedroom so soon ... he was more than ready for round two. He closed his eyes and could still see that big blonde bitch under him. Suddenly, the shower curtain was pulled aside slightly . . . Victor opened his eyes and there was a beautiful brunette he had seen earlier in the bedroom.
"Need someone to wash your back, honey?" she asked, wetting her lips with her pointed tongue. "I'm pretty good at washing backs."
"I'll bet you are," Victor replied, grabbing her arm. "Won't you join me?" With that, he reached out, picked her up and pulled her into the shower with him, clothes and all. He crushed his mouth to her and feeling her luscious body beneath her wet clinging clothes, began to undress her.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down to her waist. She wore no slip or bra and her large pointed breasts stared up at his waiting mouth. He bent over slightly, taking one of the nipples in his mouth and bit down hard.
"Ooooooohhh!!" she squealed. "Please, not so hard!"
"Come on, baby," he answered, "you knew it was going to be rough before you came in here. That's the way you want it, isn't it?" He bit down hard on the other lush white mound of soft, giving flesh.
"Oh, yesssssss . . . that's the way I want it" she groaned. She reached behind her back and grabbed onto the spigots to support herself.
Victor crouched down and slipped off her soggy shoes and threw them out onto the floor. He reached up and pulled her slippery dress the rest of the way down and she stepped out of it. All that was left was a black garter belt and long black stockings.
"No panties, huh, baby? You came prepared for anything!" He reached up with one hand and cupped her wet loins at the thighs. "I'll bet that tastes good."
"Oh yeah, Vic. It does taste good. Try some," she panted.
"Oh, you know my name, huh? What's yours?" he asked, probing her already undulating slit with one thick finger. "What's yours?"
"Anita," she moaned.
"Well, Anita, let's see what you're made of." He started a slow in and out motion with his inserted finger and brought his mouth to meet it. His teeth closed sharply around the outer lips of her soft open vaginal passage.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!" she groaned. Victor kept up a steady pace of sharp bites and kept adding another finger into the already moistened channel between her legs. He could feel the sharp pellets of water bouncing off his shoulders and back. Finally, he had all four sturdy fingers working in and out of her.
"Feel good, baby . . . feel good?" he grunted.
"Oh, yes, Vic. It feels real good . . ." she sputtered.
"Then this will feel even better!" By now his cock was standing straight up. "Let's put something more useful up in there," he said, jerking his hand out and rising to meet her. He forced his liquid covered hand into her mouth. "Here, baby, take a taste of this."
As she started sucking her own juices off his hand, his wildly throbbing cock found the hungry opening between her legs and he rammed it in to the hilt.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!" she hissed, tossing her head from side to side. He started long slow driving motions into her warm wet channel. He pulled his fingers out of her hungry sucking mouth and started working on her large full breasts with both hands. Digging his nails into her hardened nipples, he twisted them as hard as he could, never stopping his constant penetration of her inflamed vagina.
The water gushed from the shower head; enveloping the two of them as if they stood under an open waterfall.
Anita released her grip on the spigots and wrapped her arms tightly around Victor's neck.
"Hold on tight, baby!" he said. "We're going to try something a little different." With that, he released her throbbing breasts and placed his hands around the back of her quivering thighs. He lifted her legs and placed them around his steadily working hips, his hands supporting the soft round bulbs of her protruding buttocks. The lewd position allowed him to enter her wide-stretched cunt even deeper.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh. . ." she moaned. "Oh, yes . . . that's so good . . . fuck me hard . . . fuck me hard!"
Victor turned them around so that her back was to the wall and the water spilled down in between the lusting bodies.
"I'm going to give you just what you want, you cunt," he panted.
He started a relentless siege on her gyrating body; slapping her against the wall . . . lewd wet smacks echoed with each mighty thrust. Victor's groans of ecstasy grew louder as her soft outer vaginal lips parted, each time welcoming him, begging for more of the hardened pole of flesh ramming into her.
Anita could feel herself cumming; she could feel the tingling building at the base of her spine and she bit her lip hard as the first delicious flow of sensation began to spill around Victor's ramming, leathery cock. Wave after wave of wild sweet cumming rocked her body. She felt as though she had been created by nature to serve only the purpose to which she was now being put.
Soon, Victor was reaching his climax. . . he could feel Anita's orgasm, throbbing and spilling all around his swollen, ready phallus. He ended with a dozen back breaking thrusts which any hardened whore would have been reluctant to endure. He shot into her, feeling his warm, liquid cum rebound around deep in her hot, heaving womb. Panting and sputtering they both gradually came to a halt.
Anita's legs slipped down Victor's rock hard thighs to the base of the tub as he pulled out of her wet, throbbing vagina and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. Anita was still in the shower moaning softly to herself as he slipped on his shorts and leaned out the door which led to the bedroom. "Hey, Herb!" he shouted. "I got a hot one warmed up in here for you!"
When he came from his shower and passed through the bedroom, he could see several of the other men getting sloppy seconds from the big blonde Iris. He walked back into the living room of the suite and poured himself another bourbon and water. A group of men gathered around him and the usual congratulations went around. Victor took full advantage of the situation.
"Man, she was nothing. Last week, I was servicing one of my accounts in Rye when I came across this little strawberry blonde . . . natural, I might add . . . and I gave her the survey routine. You know, what do you think of our products and all that crap? Well, within five minutes I had her in a bar lifting a few and she starts telling me her life story and how her old man is this big real estate hotshot and gives her everything except what a woman needs in bed. So I played it like sympathy Sam, listening to her story like I really care without so much as a pass at her.
Well, she forgets I have her name and address from my "survey." So I call her a few days later and invite her out for a drink. She shows up in this flimsy dress and she's got these knockers out to here. After a few drinks, she's ready to go for a little drive with me. So I start out for this convenient motel I know about and on the way my hand works it way up her dress to her cunt. Well you could tell she was as ready as I was. My fingers slipped right up inside her, she was so hot and bothered.
"When I get her to the room, she pulls off all her clothes and starts begging me to fuck her. That bitch wanted everything all at once. Man, I tell you, those suburban cunts are the best lays and so easy to get!"
"That's quite a story." Victor turned around at the sound of a voice he knew to be Grover Jackson's. He had been trying to get the Jackson stores account for months, to no avail.
"I'd like to hear more about this girl. How about joining me for a drink at the bar downstairs?"
Victor was not about to pass up a chance to be on good terms with an account the size of Jackson's.
"Would be my pleasure, Mr. Jackson!"
"Call me Grover, Vic."
The bar was crowded with conventioneers, but with a sizeable tip to the hostess, Grover Jackson managed to get a table in the corner where they could talk.
"Bring us two double bourbons and water, Marie."
"Of course, Mr. Jackson. It's always a pleasure to serve you, sir," she said and left to get their drinks.
"Now, Vic, let's hear more about this gash in Rye. Tell me, would her name be Sandy Luden, by any chance?"
"Yes, but how did . . . ?"
"Let's say I'm an old friend of the family."
"Listen, Mr. Jackson," Victor started. "I didn't mean to say anything out of line!"
"Of course you didn't, Vic; and my name is still Grover. If you can prove what you say, I'd be grateful to the tune of . . . oh, let's say exclusive rights for Dell Foods in all my New York stores."
Victor almost jumped out of his seat. He contained his excitement because Marie was there with the drinks. He had difficulty controlling his emotions, as getting the Jackson account would surely mean a regional manager's job. for him.
"Thank you, Marie," said Jackson, and she was gone.
"Please go on, Grover!"
"Well, Vic," said Grover, gulping a large mouthful of bourbon, "that little bitch Sandy has been a thorn in my side ever since she married old man Luden. She thinks she's such a grand cunt. Always putting on airs at the country club like she was some sort of vestal virgin.
"I always knew she wasn't getting any from old Pete Luden and what she really needed to straighten her out was a good stiff prick! Well, it seems you've taken care of that. You know, I'd like a good taste of that sweet little pussy myself!" He drained his drink and signalled for the second round. They were not long in arriving.
"Here are your drinks, Mr. Jackson." It was Marie again. As she bent down over the table to serve the drinks, both men were afforded a perfect view of her full, ample breasts swinging beneath the loose dress she was wearing. Grover reached up and grabbed a handful of swaying flesh.
"Ever see a pair as nice as these, Vic?" Marie slowly pushed his hand back down.
"Please, Mr. Jackson, someone might see you!"
"Well," said Grover, "why don't you stop up to my room when you get off, tonight? There won't be anyone to see us there."
"I might just do that, Mr. Jackson ... I might just do that." Grover slipped a $50 bill into her hand.
"I know you will, and keep the change, Marie." When she was out of earshot, Victor continued their conversation.
"Grover, seeing how easy it is for you to get good pussy, your offer seems to be awfully generous. I mean, I know Sandy is a prize piece, but . . ."
"There's more to it than I've told you, Vic. You see, old man Luden and I have been at each other for years. He controls almost all the best property in Westchester county and all my stores have been built on property he sold me. And that bastard has made me pay through the nose for every piece of land I have. I've had to pay almost twice what he would have charged anyone else for the same properties.
"And now, he's been holding out on a piece of land that I've been after for almost a year now. This is just what I've been waiting for . . . to cut them both down a few notches."
"Well, Grover, it seems we each have something the other wants."
Both men downed the last of their drinks in a toast to their new partnership.
"Come with me, Vic. I've got a meeting to go to, but there's a stop I want to make first." Grover led Victor out of the bar, across the lobby of the hotel and into the camera shop.
The well-stacked salesgirl approached them as they entered.
"May I help you, gentlemen?"
"Yes," said Grover. "I want to see the best color Polaroid camera you have."
Chapter Four
Several days had passed since Sandy's first obscene adventure. Her anxiety torn mind still turned frequently to Victor and the memory of their lewd afternoon together. She went about her daily routines, still hoping as each day passed that she might be able to return her life to its normal course. But she was alarmed to find that she seemed to be thinking wicked thoughts almost all the time. Lascivious images would appear to her mind and no matter how she tried to erase them, they would stay or become even more perverse. Her body tormented her, giving her no rest from its urgent requests for relief . . . requests for the feel of Victor's monstrous prick in her now constantly hungry vagina.
When Victor's call came one morning toward the end of the week, she listened to the sound of his voice with a sense of foreboding, but her heart was beating wildly in her chest as he asked her to meet him that afternoon. She knew that she had to go to him. She dressed quickly, but carefully, wanting to be as beautiful to him today as she had been on their last meeting. She covered her sleek loins with a tiny pair of sheer champagne colored nylon panties, trimmed with a delicate white lace that set them off to even better advantage against her smooth white thighs. As she adjusted the clasp of a brand new matching lace bra, she surveyed the voluptuous twin mounds of her breasts jutting saucily forth toward her mirror form. The bra cups only covered the underpart of them, forcing them up and inward forming a soft cleavage almost equal to that of the dual cushions of her buttocks.
She completed her outfit with a frilly garter belt that supported her lightweight coffee colored nylons, and tossed on a skimpy chemise that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her thin clinging dress was of a light blue color, setting off the color of her eyes.
When she was ready, she rushed down to the garage and backed her car out of the driveway. She had already left instructions with Martha about the evening meal and she looked forward to having several hours to spend with Victor.
They met at the cocktail lounge and restaurant that was the scene of their last encounter. They had a few drinks, Victor sticking with his bourbon . . . having quite a few . . . and Sandy consuming three daquiries. When Victor asked her to come with him to the motel, she was more than ready to go.
The motel room was not the same one they had occupied before, but it was identical to it and it almost seemed like home to Sandy; so many times had she visualized it during the past week.
Victor closed the door behind them and as soon as he had done so, he clasped Sandy's pliant form to him and kissed her hungrily. He could feel her willing breasts nudging impatiently into his chest. He held her still closer, wanting to feel the mound of her sex against his leg. He parted her thighs with his leg and by raising his knee slightly, was able to feel her pulsating crotch pressing on his leg with the full weight of her body. He felt he could control her like a doll.
"Oh, baby," he said as he groped the curves of her soft, smooth buttocks with both of his huge hands. "Baby, I've waited for this . . . you don't know how I missed you!"
Sandy's breath came haltingly . . . she could feel Victor's cock pushing hard against her belly and the feel of his straining leg muscles rippled under her cunt. She wanted to rip off her clothes right then and get naked next to him.
"Victor, my darling Victor. I've waited too; it's been so hard waiting!"
Victor stood her up straight before him and looked at her exquisite shape, her beautiful, passion swept face upturned toward him, waiting for him to do anything and everything to her.
"Baby," he whispered, "I'm gonna do it all to you. Don't you worry, Vic won't let you down!"
A thrill went through her body as she heard Victor's words.
"Yes," she moaned, "yes ... do everything to me!"
Victor turned her around abruptly, and cupping his hands around her breasts, walked her to the bed. When they reached the edge of it, he unzipped her dress and pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pushed her so that she fell face down on the bed. Sandy started to turn around to face him, but he said, "No, baby . . . stay that way a minute. I want to look at you."
He studied the sight of her young voluptuousness lying there before him; her firm tantalizing buttocks sticking in the air barely encased in the sheer panties . . . the glowing flesh gleamed through the flimsy material ... he could see a few strands of hair of her moist pussy pushing through where the crack of her buttocks disappeared between her full, trembling thighs. Her garter belt made soft indentations in her young flesh. Victor stood looking at the delightful form for a moment. She was even better than he had remembered her. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his twitching cock from its tight confines.
"Man, you're really ready for a piece of that little tail," he said to himself. He fondled his enormous tool for a few seconds and then decided to take off his pants and shorts. He did so quickly . . . meanwhile he started to talk to Sandy in a low, course voice.
"Baby, you are the living end. I've never wanted anyone this way . . . you are something else again!"
He knelt down on the bed behind her and placed the red, rubbery tip of his hard prick between her legs. He bent over her and pushed his hands under her so he could hold onto the jutting orbs of her breasts and at the same time pulled back on her so that her soft, yielding buttocks rose up off the bed.
"Those tits, babe, were made for these hands," he whispered hoarsely to her. He started a rocking motion and Sandy could feel the bulb of his hard cock through her panties pushing against the opening of her warm throbbing vagina.
"And this prick was made for your sweet little pussy, baby. Do you hear? Do you feel it? . . . Do you want it?. . ." With each question he pushed a little harder and as sandy cried, "Ooooh, yes . . . yes!" he made a final push and the moisture drenched panties gave way, ripping loudly as Victor shoved his cock into Sandy so hard that it moved them both several feet up on the bed. Sandy screamed at first with the wide stretching pain and then with an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This is what it meant to be a woman . . . this feeling that every inch of her was filled. She felt Victor's shaft pressing against each molecule of her hot, lubricated passage. She groaned over and over with a low, rutting sound as Victor pounded steadily into her from behind.
"Victor . . . Victor, I love you," she cried, turning her head to the side. "Oh, God, how I love you!"
Victor let up on his thrusts into her widespread crotch and then slowly withdrew from her and lay down beside her, his mind working rapidly on the plan he had worked out with Grover Jackson.
"I love you too, Sandy," he whispered, taking her face in his hands. "You know, it's gonna be real hard on me being away from you. I don't think I could ever get enough of you. Would you let me do something that would mean that you'd always be close to me?"
Sandy began to catch her breath. Her thighs were all wet, and she could feel that her stockings were torn . . . her chemise was up around her waist.
"What is it, darling?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Wait, I'll show you." Victor got up from the bed, his hard shaft advancing before him and went to open the package he had left on a chair by the door. He brought it back to the bed and, after taking off his shirt and tie, which were soaking wet, proceeded to open it. When Sandy saw the Polaroid camera, she thought at first that he must be joking . . . but then she realized he was very serious.
"You see," he explained, "this way I can have you with me all the time."
"Oh no, Victor. I couldn't possibly . . . it's just silly!"
"Silly? How can you call me silly? There's nothing silly about you and me, baby." He sat on the edge of the bed looking dejectedly at the package in his hands.
Sandy pulled herself up still feeling a quivering deep in the moist folds of her vagina and tentatively touched Victor's massive back which was turned to her.
"Darling," she hesitated, "I didn't mean that. I only meant ..."
"What?" he said, turning to her. "What did you mean then?" She paused, thinking.
"Oh, well," she started, "well, I suppose it would be all right. I don't mind, Victor. Really I don't." She didn't want him to be upset with her .. . she wanted it to be perfect between them, just the way it had been a few moments ago . . . and besides hadn't she just told him that she loved him? The least she could do would be to grant this one request.
Victor smiled and hugged her to him.
"Come on, little girl," he said, ruffling the blonde curls of her hair playfully. "Take off that pretty slip before it gets ruined."
"Yes," she replied, blushing, "there's hardly anything left of my panties!"
"There wasn't too much to start with, baby!" he said as he began to adjust the camera.
Sandy took off her ripped stockings and torn panties and put them on a chair, along with her other clothes. When she turned around, she was blinded by the flash of the camera. She instinctively covered her breasts as much as she could with her hands. Then she remembered . . . she wanted to be cooperative. What was wrong with taking pictures, after all? She stood still a moment, not knowing quite what he wanted her to do. Victor came over to her with the camera in his hand. He rubbed the lens against one of her strawberry tipped nipples. The cold made her squeal . . . yet she felt a tremor of excitement as she began to relax a bit more.
Victor pulled the tab and showed her the picture of her naked body.
"Why, it's very nice!" she said, surprised at how pretty she looked, nude and unaware of the camera . . . and for some reason she had not expected it to be in color. Victor took his hand and cupped it under her wet loins, drawing her to him with the force of one finger penetrating the moistness of her vaginal lips.
"You bet your sweet little wet cunt it is . . . and it's all mine, isn't it?"
Sandy gyrated her hips lasciviously around his impaling finger and began to run her hands up and down the long, thick shaft of his penis.
"Yes, it's all yours," she replied, hoping they would soon be making love again.
"I have an idea, sweetheart," Victor said, taking her over to a straight chair in a corner of the room. He sat down on the chair and pushed her down in front of him between his knees.
"How'd you like to suck your daddy's cock a little?" Shaking the huge instrument in front of her mouth, Sandy recalled the thrill of the out-sized member touching the slippery inner recesses of her mouth and eagerly bent down to engulf it once more. Her tongue darted out and circled the glistening smoothness of the head, then she ran her mouth down the length of it, her face turned sideways. As she did so, Victor, holding the camera above her, snapped another picture, catching a side view of her face withx her darting little tongue hungrily licking his swollen prick. She jumped, but he held her steady with his free hand.
"Stay where you are, little girl. Lick that stick that's so good to you. That's the tool that makes your little cunt squirm and beg for more, remember? Kiss it good, yes . . . like that . . . that's right . . . that's the way daddy likes it, nice and smooth and easy. Suck it till it wants to shoot its load all over your pretty little face! No, wait!" he said, "I have a better idea."
After pulling out the photograph without bothering to show it to her, he led her to the bed. She lay down, trembling with excitement. At first, his obscene language had upset her, but then it seemed to reach her on another level. She began to enjoy it ... it made her feel more as if she did belong to him.
"I want a picture of your cunt, baby. Spread those gorgeous, long legs. Further, further . . . come on, you can do better than that! Spread 'em wide, just for me. Good! Now open up your cunt lips with your fingers. Let me see what I've been fucking. This is in living color, sweetheart."
Sandy complied, exposing the fluted pink edges of her secret parts.
"Have you ever see the color of the inside of your pussy? I bet you haven't!" He snapped the picture. "Now," he said, after removing the photo, "kneel on the bed facing me . . . stick those tits in my face. Stick 'em way out, 'cause I'm coming to suck on them. Just to make them perky for the camera!"
He approached her and shoved his face greedily down onto her breasts.
"You wait, sweetheart, I'm going to give these babies a work out like they've never had before. .." Sandy moaned as his teeth nibbled at her stiffening nipples.
"Now spread your thighs . . . yes, that's right. Give me your hand!" He took Sandy's hand and shoved it into the mound of moist ringlets that gently curled around her quivering vaginal lips.
"I want to see you frig yourself a little bit baby. Here, like this." He forced her fingers in a lewd in and out motion into the fleshy hair trimmed lips of her hot pussy. "That's right. Now hold onto your tit with the other hand . . . finger the nipple . . . good!"
"But, Victor!" Sandy protested, aroused by the feel of her own digital manipulations.
"Don't say a word! Stay just like that!" He left her and ran to take the picture. After he had completed it, he made some more adjustments to the camera, fitting it onto a tripod at the foot of the bed. He went over to Sandy who was reposing on the bed trying to get her thoughts together. Her body tingled all over and she felt that all Victor would have to do would be to touch her again and she would burst. She had never been through anything like this and yet she felt ready to do still more. Her body was alive at last!
Victor climbed onto the bed beside her.
"I love you, baby. I love everything about you!" he said, parting her legs with his rough, hairy hand. "I'm gonna suck your pretty pussy, my sweet bitch!" He bent over her and stuck his long flat tongue into her open slit. "Mmmm, that sure tastes good," he mumbled, licking hungrily at her loins with the flat of his tongue.
Sandy clasped his head to her quivering mound, holding him captive to her pleasure . . . directing his mouth now up, now down on her tiny passion aroused clitoris. Hearing the steady wet sound of his busy mouth, she moved her hips up and down and sideways, gyrating to the waves of acute delight that thrilled her entire body. She held onto her bobbing breasts and began to tease the nipples in a tantalizing circular motion. She felt a rising tension in her belly mounting from the suction of Victor's tongue . . . the harsh bite of his lips on her swollen, wet pussy. This seemed to be the center of her being ... a tiny hot erupting volcano!
"Oooh, darling," she cried out. "Oooh, it's . . . it's so good ... I can't stand it any more . . . I'm . . . I'm going to . . . Aaaaaahhhhh ...!!!
Then, as she was cumming in a frenzy of torturous sensation, Victor triggered the button attached to the end of the cord he had carefully concealed in the bed covers, thereby setting off the flash and efficiently taking a picture of both of them.
Sandy never even noticed, but continued to squirm under Victor's expert attack. Finally he stopped and drenched with sweat... his mouth' filled with the taste of her sweet cum ... he rose and exposed the latest picture.
"A masterpiece!" He showed her a photograph of the contorted features of a woman in heat . . . a man's thick and muscular back between her legs . . . the man's head burrowed deep down into her private crevice.
"It certainly doesn't look like you were faking it, baby!" He moved closer so that his long, lust-hardened prick stood out just above her face.
"No, my darling ... I wasn't faking," she sighed, barely looking at the photograph. "I couldn't possibly fake anything with you!" She gazed up at the cock hovering over her face. Drops of moisture clung to its red rubbery tip. She wanted to feel it unmercifully pounding against her pelvis.
"Please, my darling . . . take me now . . . take me now!!"
"I'm gonna be good to you, baby. But let's just take a few quickie shots before I really let you have it." He was getting anxious to get inside her, but he needed a few more shots to complete his deal with Grover Jackson. Setting the automatic timer, he posed her sitting on top of his cock as he lay on his back. Her cunt slid down over his magnificent member with a loud sucking noise. As in all the other photos, he was careful not to have his face showing. He could barely restrain himself, when after the shutter had clicked, she started moving up and down on his fiery pole, frantically trying to get the satisfaction her body had to have. He lifted her away from him and regretfully went to tend to his picture. She lay on the bed writhing.
"Oh, Victor . . . please . . . please . . . now, oh God, now . . ."
At last Victor could take no more, and when he returned to the bed, he had decided he had enough pictures for the moment. Now he was going to fuck her cunt ragged.
"Okay, baby, now!" he said, falling heavily on her soft prostrate body. His stiff black curly chest hair dug into the softness of her breasts and torso. He pushed down hard on her, grinding her body deeper and deeper into the rumpled bed.
"Oh, you're hurting me, Victor!" she cried. But he continued to rub and push against her as though he wanted to obliterate her. He was acting like a crazed animal, rubbing and rocking the small but voluptuous form beneath him. Sandy could feel her nipples being pushed inward, the bulkiness of her breasts crushed almost flat, the full heavy weight of the man pressing against her ribs. She was afraid her ribs would not hold up under his pounding chest. She wanted to scream, but Victor's mouth was on hers, his tongue shoving deep into her mouth, in and out, then, stopping and sucking from her all her breath. He began to alternate this with blowing heavily in the helpless, saliva filled cavity of her mouth.
The room was filled with the loud slapping noises of his body pounding down on hers, along with the wet nibbling sounds of their mouths coupled tightly together.
Victor's cock shoved up and down on top of her flattened belly. There were rivers of sweat running between their heated bodies. The smoothness of her skin and the warmth of their combined moist juices slid along his throbbing penis. He lowered his panting body a few inches so that the tip of his maddeningly-hard prick touched her wild throbbing pussy. With the swollen bulb of his hardened rod, he probed the outer edges of her vaginal lips, still moving back and forth and up and down. He could hear Sandy groaning loudly beneath his weight, and now with each savage thrust of his cock against her quivering clitoris, a new tremor went through her. Suddenly he could bear the friction no more . . . and with one mighty blow, rammed himself into the streaming passage of her cunt. As he did so, he kept his mouth on hers so that she couldn't let out the yell caused by the pain of his huge rock hard cock invading her abused body, slamming into her cervix.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" he cried, withdrawing part of the way. "That is good! That's a tight li'l pussy you've got!"
Sandy moaned and tried to close her legs slightly in an effort to prevent him from entering her so deeply.
"Not so deep . . . please, Victor . . . not so deep ..." she pleaded.
But when she half closed her legs, Victor remained in the same position. His cock buried halfway in her squirming pussy. She felt an insidious wave of pleasure at the feel of her muscles contracting against his lust-stiffened prick. She sighed loudly and an expression of delight crossed her beautiful, sex dazed features.
Victor could feel a fresh wave of sticky fluids surrounding his lusty throbbing member as it pulsated against the pliant walls of Sandy's inundated cunt. Ignoring her previous request, he plunged again still deeper into the wet, tender crevice. Sandy's entire body arched with the impact which sent searing blinding flashes of pain throughout her almost shattered nervous system.
"Ahhhggg!!!" she cried, choking with the excess of her own saliva trickling down her throat. But as the obscene pain subsided, it gave way to a warm, sweet sensation and she began to pump her fully rounded and firm hips up and down to meet the blunt cudgel that filled her straining vulva with its giant mass. She thrust her pelvis up further and further each time as Victor bucked over her as though he were riding an unbroken bronco.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" he grunted, grabbing for the bouncing breasts that bobbed beneath him. He held one bulbous globe in each hand, squeezing and pressing them harder and harder with each new thrust into her wildly thrashing body.
"Darling . . . darling," she blubbered, "oh, yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . fuck me ..." The words came again and again. She no longer knew what she was saying. There was only one part of her that mattered and that was her hot and battered pussy that steadily sent out stronger and stronger waves of ecstasy created by the insane friction of Victor's relentlessly probing cock against its mucous filled walls.
"I'm fucking you baby . . . I'm fucking you ... I told you I'd fuck you good, didn't I . . . didn't I tell you that? ... is it big enough for you? ... is Victor's tool big enough for your hungry little hole?"
He could feel his balls slapping against the wet crevice of her upturned buttocks. They made a wet sucking sound as the vaginal fluid and sweat mingled against them and flowed down the crevice in her tightly clenched behind to the already sopping sheets beneath them.
"Oh, you bitch!" he cried out as he felt the first twinges of an impending orgasm rise from deep within him. He sunk his teeth deep into one of her nipples, still squeezing the other as hard as he could.
Sandy could not feel the pain in her breasts; to her it felt only as if something insanely divine had gotten hold of her ... a delicious sensation that started to break down a barrier deep inside her battered insides. It felt like the walls were crumbling around her and suddenly she was cumming again . . . cumming with a force she had never known . . . her whole body was in convulsion . . . her legs loose and flopping . . . her eyes rolling round in their sockets . . . from her mouth came a steady wail of delirium as the tide of the orgasm continued ... on and on as though it would never stop.
Victor rode the tide with her, feeling his seminal fluid start to empty out into her . . . His head snapped back sharply and to the accompaniment of her wailing, he let out a long cry as the heavy stream of his sperm came jutting out in a flood of hot viscous liquid, splashing against her climaxing cervix. Rising on his knees, he pulled her up . . . his hands about her slender waist so that she was impaled on his jerking cock . . . her arms and legs flailing about in the air as they both reached the shattering apex of their climactic spasms.
Sandy collapsed, blissfully unconscious beneath him, his sperm warm in her belly. Victor rested a long moment on top of her and then slowly withdrew from her plundered, bruised body.
While she slept, he once more set up the camera beside the bed and took several more pictures of her exquisitely proportioned but ob- viously ravaged body from various angles as she lay spread eagled on the stained and sweat soaked sheets.
As he took the pictures, he felt his limp penis begin to come to life again. He had to admit, she really was the best looking gash he had ever had, not to mention the hottest. He began to pump his limp cock up and down with his hand, pushing back the thick foreskin as far as it would go. He set the automatic timer on the camera, and hastily straddled the exhausted girl, sitting on her and letting his now stiff prick dangle in her face.
He parted her soft, slackened lips and inserted the head of his once more blood gorged shaft between them. As Sandy stirred and woke, gagging, he was sliding his member in and out of her mouth in a lewd rocking motion. She opened her eyes wide in astonishment as Victor let forth a torrent of hot white spurts that ran down her gasping throat and spilled out of her mouth like molten lava as the flash of the camera filled the room with a blinding flash of white light.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, collapsing beside her, "your mouth is like fucking an angel!"
When she and Victor parted some time later, they had agreed to meet again the following week. Sandy felt a joy she could not control. She was happy and, in spite of herself, deeply in love.
Chapter Five
The melodious strains of orchestra music playing "The Way You Look Tonight" filled the elegant hall of the country club and floated out onto the terrace past the swimming pool and across the well tended golf course. The most influential members of the community were gathered for the biggest social event on the club calendar. Fashionably dressed matrons drifted about the polished dance floor with each other's husbands. The friendly tinkle of ice in glasses and the murmur of polite conversations blended with the sound of the music.
It was the best club party of the season and everyone seemed to be having a good time. The buffet table was filled with tempting delicacies, and the bar was well stocked, as usual, with every imaginable liquor.
The music changed and the band began to play a lively rock tune. The younger members of the club swarmed to the dance floor and began to jerk and sway spasmodically to the exciting rhythm of the steadily rising tempo.
Sandy sat with Peter at a small table near the dance floor. She had been slightly bored until the music had changed, but now she began to discreetly twist her body about as she sat there, snapping her fingers as she did so. Peter sat beside her, draining his large drink, a double martini, one of the many he had consumed thus far. By this time, he was barely aware of what was going on and just sat there seemingly in his own world.
An attractive young man of about 25 approached Sandy and smiling brightly, bowed mockingly to her and asked her if she would like to get away from it all for a few minutes and dance with him. Sandy was used to this from the upstart members of this usually more sedate group. They all seemed to assume that just because she was younger she wanted to ditch Peter and go off with them. She hated them, with their spoiled, rich boy looks and their snide unpleasant remarks.
"No, thank you. I'm quite comfortable here," she answered turning away from the young man toward Peter.
"Go ahead, darling," Peter slurred. "You must want to do some of these dances the young people are doing. Don't let me worry you ... go on!"
"No," said Sandy, emphatically. "No, Peter, I don't feel like dancing right now."
She remained tense and nervous until the young man had departed, shrugging his shoulders. She never felt quite comfortable at these country club affairs, although each time, before going out she had tried to persuade herself to have a good time. It seemed there was always someone trying to flirt with her or make insinuating remarks. This had always upset her before, and tonight it upset her even more since she had undergone the drastic transformation brought on by her new clandestine relationship with Victor. She felt overwhelmed by a great love for him; she could no longer deny it to herself. She didn't even bother trying anymore . . . she could only try to pass the days as quickly as possible until she would see her lover again. She wished he could see her tonight for she had bought a particularly beautiful dress of a silvery metalic material with a skirt shorter than any she had ever worn before. She had resisted the new shorter styles up to now, but with her new outlook on life, she saw no reason not to wear them. They were, after all, the style of the times and even Peter had seemed to like this one when he first saw it, encouraging her to wear it to the party. She wore tights of a similar silvery sheen that encased her long, willowy legs, in addition to covering her more secret parts, barely covered by the hem of her dress.
Her firm breasts amply filled out the taut bust line of the dress which was very high necked in order to cover the welts and bruises that marked her soft, downy skin. She had been very careful not to let Peter see her nude since her last encounter with Victor when he had treated her body as if it had been a helpless rag doll. It wasn't hard to keep her shameful secret since she generally made a habit of undressing in her dressing room and Peter was never demanding of her in any way. Her wardrobe was so extensive that she never had any difficulty finding attractive clothes to cover her plundered flesh. Many of the marks had disappeared by now but there were still some tell-tale bite marks remaining on the jutting mounds of her breasts.
The orchestra shifted to a softer melody and Sandy thought to herself that she would like to dance, but glancing at Peter, she saw that his condition was such that he would not be able to manage it. She realized that he was really getting much worse about his drinking. She thought perhaps they should be leaving shortly, but she did not want to go home just yet. Even though the party was dull for her, at least she was out of the house. She had dressed so carefully, and in spite of her annoyance with her various admirers, she did enjoy being seen. If they went home now, all she would do would be to look at some late movie on television or maybe read a book.
She longed for Victor. If only she could be with him in some secluded place ... he would reach beneath her dress and touch her throbbing pussy which began to drool drops of moisture, even now as she sat primly at the club across from her unsuspecting husband. She was beginning to blush involuntarily at the lewd thoughts she was having, hoping no one could read her mind when she looked up to see another young man standing before her, asking her to dance. Her lips began to form the words 'No, thank you,' when Peter suddenly leaned across the table to her.
"Sandy, I insist that you dance with this young fellow. You hear me ... I insist!" He began to raise his voice. "I won't have you sitting here not having any fun. Now you go on out there and dance!"
Sandy jumped up from the table, surprised at this sudden outburst from her usually docile husband. Not wishing to cause a scene, she smiled nervously at the smirking young man who stood before her. They stepped out to the dance floor and they were no sooner out of sight of the table when he crushed her to him so tightly that Sandy could hardly catch her breath. As they turned in step to the music, surrounded by the other crowd of dancers, she could feel his fingers gliding along her spine; then rising up from her waist to the soft flesh under her arm, his fingers began to probe further to the side of her breast.
In spite of herself, Sandy suddenly felt a Buttery thrill deep in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the definite impression of his organ growing rapidly larger right at the center of her crotch. It felt warm and good, and even though she hated this obnoxious man, she could not help briefly imagining what it would be like to be made love to by him. Involuntarily her moistened loins twitched against his welling member; and her muscles completed a shivering spasm before she could control herself. By then it was too late, and he had felt the undeniable signs of her arousal.
"Oh!" he said, merrily. "I think Mrs. Luden wants me to do something for her!" He danced them over to the other side of the large room, where doors led out to the terrace and to the dark foliage of the grounds beyond.
"Would you like to take a stroll along the grounds, Mrs. Luden?" he asked, still smiling.
"No, thank you," said Sandy abruptly separating herself from his obtrusive frame. "No . . .
I think I would like a drink now. Something cool." She was completely herself now, and she figured she might as well make the best of a bad situation. Perhaps another drink would calm her nerves.
"Would you get me something like a collins? Yes, a Tom Collins?" she smiled demurely up at him.
"Of course," her partner said, bowing and backing away, "But, my princess, you must promise to stay where you are until I return. I'm sure you and I have so much in common!"
He went off in the direction of the bar, and Sandy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease for a moment; when suddenly she spotted Grover Jackson across the room, making his way toward her. Her heart leapt in her throat, for he was by far the most obnoxious member of the crowd that frequented the club. He had unceasingly made attempts to paw her whenever the smallest opportunity had arisen. In addition to which he seemed to think he was God's gift to women, always implying that Sandy must be frustrated with an 'old man' like Peter, and wondering aloud why she refused to give in to a virile, 'younger, but still experienced' person like himself. Sandy guessed that he must be about 10 years younger than Peter. She detested him and despised his cocky ways.
As soon as she saw him, she turned away, and seeing no better place to go, walked quickly out on the terrace. The cooler night air felt good on her face as she walked along the gravel path leading to the tennis courts. She had not gone very far when she heard the insidious tones of Grover Jackson's voice, bellowing out to her from the terrace.
"Well! And how is Her Royal Highness this lovely evening? Taking a little stroll?"
Sandy turned to see his flabby form bounding toward her on the walk.
"Good evening," she said icily, as he reached down and picked up her hand, raising her fingers to his wet cushiony lips. A shudder of disgust went through her at his touch.
"Yes, I'm taking a stroll ..." she said, and then hastily added, "and I would prefer that it be a solitary one." She pulled her hand away as quickly as she could without actually snatching it back, and turned to leave him. As she did so, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back toward him.
"Listen, Little Miss High and Mighty! Don't you be so damned stuck up with me. You think you're too good for me, don't you, sweetie? Well, I know someone who says you're not so snooty after all." He paused a brief moment and then spit out, "Someone by the name of Vic Rogers!" He ground out the words, letting his saliva fly into Sandy's face.
Her knees grew weak at the mention of Victor's name, and she felt her entire body begin to tremble. She was speechless, her mouth gaping in shocked surprise.
"Name sound familiar to you?" Jackson continued. "It should. I've got a whole set of some very interesting pictures that indicate you should know that name very well. Very well! I think maybe you and I should go somewhere nice and quiet and talk about this. I can't help thinking how interested good old Pete would be in seeing those photos!"
"No!" Sandy cried, pulling her arm away from his clamped fingers. "No, I don't believe it. You monster, you're lying!" Tears of anger and helpless frustration sprang to her eyes.
At that moment, both she and Grover were surprised to see Peter come reeling toward them on the gravel path. He was drunkenly calling Sandy's name.
"Oh, there you are, darling," he said, barely noticing Grover standing with her. "Listen, I think we should be going now. I think I'd better get home."
Sandy rushed to his side, her mind whirling. She took his arm, helping to support his unsteady form.
"Oh, Peter," she cried. "Yes, we must go home right away!"
"Yes," said Grover, pushing toward them and taking Peter's other arm. "You should definitely leave. I suggest that I drive you both home. Pete, you're in no condition to drive, if you'll forgive my saying so . . . and Sandy, I think you might welcome a little assistance." He began to propel them both toward the parking lot.
"Why thank you, Jackson," Peter said. "That would be a very good idea. I don't like to have Sandy driving these roads at night." He stumbled on the walk, but Grover and Sandy kept him from falling and got him to the parking lot. They spread Peter out on the spacious back seat of Grover's Cadillac, where he promptly fell asleep.
Grover motioned for Sandy to sit in the front seat with him.
Sandy's thoughts were in a turmoil as they started the long drive toward her home. She could not even begin to think clearly. She only knew that if it were really true that Grover Jackson had the pictures . . . those pictures, and if he were to show them to Peter, it would have disastrous results. Heaven only knew what reaction Peter would have.. It would certainly mean his ruination; and his faith in her would be utterly destroyed. He might even do something rash . . . she dared not think what.
Grover was silent for a long while and then he reached into the glove compartment of the car and brought out a silver flask.
"Here," he said, thrusting it at her. "I think you probably need some of this. It's the best brandy available." Sandy took the flask and opened it. She placed it to her trembling lips and took a long gulp of it. The first swallow burned her throat, but the warmth of it spread throughout her system. Thinking she would gain some measure of self-assurance from the golden liquid, she tilted the flask several more times and each time felt somewhat more able to cope with whatever might come.
"'At-a-girl," said Jackson, reaching over and taking the flask back when she had finished. He put it to his gross lips and let the rest of the brandy gurgle noisily down his throat. When he had finished, he threw the flask back in the glove compartment and belched loudly. He let his hand drop down to Sandy's lap and began to caress the tops of her thighs with his thick pudgy fingers. Sandy flinched and moved over . . . farther away from his monstrous touch.
"Okay, Miss Priss," he said, returning his hand to the wheel of the car. "We'll wait a little bit. I've waited this long, I guess I can wait a little while longer!" He laughed raucously . . . his laughter ending in another loud boozy belch.
When they arrived at the house, Grover helped Sandy carry Peter up to the bedroom and get him into bed. His eyes hungrily swept the confines of Sandy's private room. She nervously directed him out of the room as quickly as she could, not wanting his contaminating presence in this intimate setting any longer than was necessary. She felt woozy and almost sick as she descended the stairway to the living room . . . hearing Grover Jackson's heavy step directly behind her. When they entered the living room, Sandy went to the sofa and sat down, as Grover went directly to the bar. He poured two oversized glasses of Peter's best scotch and brought them to the couch. He sat down heavily next to Sandy. She took the glass offered to her and drank some of it . . . trying to think of what to do. Grover did not give her long to think. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and extracted several photographs from it, spreading them out on the cocktail table before them.
"Now, supposing Mr. Peter Luden were to receive these little gems in the mail. What do you think would happen? Hmmmmmmmm? . . ."
Sandy uttered a cry of shock and dismay. She remembered all too well the scenes depicted on the graphic photos before her and it seemed as if she could still feel the shock of the flash of Victor's camera in her eyes. Tears began flowing down her cheeks . . . Victor How could he have let this man get hold of these pictures? How stupid she had been! She snatched the pictures up from the table and tried to crumple them in her hands. Grover grabbed her, twisting her wrists and forced her to drop them back on the table.
"No, my pretty . . . not yet. You don't get to have them yet! There are a few things I've had on my mind for a long time. I think you'll want to help me get them off, won't you?"
He moved closer to her and reaching behind her, cupped the soft mounds of her buttocks with his hands.
"Nice," he whispered, "very nice!" His hands traveled up her back and around to her firm breasts. She could smell the odor of his liquor laden breath coming near her face.
Sandy felt a wave of revulsion course through her entire body. There was no doubt as to what was about to take place. He was going to use her as if she belonged to him . . . and in her own home ... on the very sofa where she and Peter had spent so many pleasant hours. She tried not to think about what was to happen, but the ugliness of it all would not leave her.
"No . . . no . . ." she muttered. "Not this : . ."
Grover ignored her pleas.
"A little drink always improves my talents," he said, handing her the glass. She drank desperately from it. "And with such a nice piece, I want to be at my best!" As he gulped down a large portion of his drink, he began to take off his clothes. When he had his jacket and tie off, he stopped.
"I have a better idea . . . you undress me."
Sandy hesitated for a moment but he grabbed her and pulled her to him, spilling most of her drink onto the beautiful carpet.
"Never mind about that," he said. "Get busy with my clothes!"
She put her glass on the end table and started the task she was forced to perform. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it onto the chair. He wore no undershirt and Sandy was disgusted with the soft, flabbiness of his hairless chest.
"Now the pants, my dear. And hurry, my impatience grows with each minute!"
She undid the belt to his trousers and bent down to untie his shoes and pull them off. She reached up and pulled down the zipper and his pants fell down around his ankles. He lifted one leg and then the other so she could slip them off. She looked up and there, in all his ugliness he stood, wearing only jocky shorts and socks. Sandy felt as though she would vomit.
"I'm waiting, my dear . . . and I don't like to be kept waiting!"
She removed his socks and finally reached up and pulled at the elastic of his shorts. As they came down his flabby body, his limp, ugly cock bobbed up out of them. She threw the shorts across the room, disgusted by the feel of them. He reached down and lifted her up to meet his naked body.
"Shall I do the same for you?" he said grinning ear to ear.
"I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself!"
"As you wish, my dear."
She reached behind her back and undid the hook at the top of her silver gown, slid the zipper down, and letting it fall to the floor, stepped out of it. Her slip was next and as she removed it, she could feel Grover's eyes devouring her. She felt dirty . . . but determined that he would never see her grovel. When she' lifted her head to meet his penetrating eyes, she could see the entirety of his body. His sagging yellow flesh hanging over his now erect penis jutting out from a mass of dark brown fuzz in his groin. He revolted her so that she thought she surely could not go through with it.
He approached her and pulled her to his soft body. His hard, ugly cock jabbed viciously at her silk covered loins and he reached behind her to unfasten her lace bra. As he threw it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes, his mouth covered hers and began a relentless sucking that left her breathless. Suddenly, his mouth moved away and slipped down to her breasts. He began biting at the nipples with such a force that she cried out. He reached up and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Please, my dear. We don't want to alarm anyone, now do we?"
She broke from his grasp and backed away from him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson ... I ... I can't go through with this ... I just can't!"
"But my dear . . . remember the wonderful photos I have of you . . . you know what my price for getting them back is . . . I'm afraid I'll have to insist!" He reached out, grabbing her and forcing her across the room to the sofa. She struggled to no avail. The combination of fear and liquor weakened her so . . . she felt like a small child in the grips of this huge man. Her head spun round and round . . . her thoughts confused . . . suddenly, all she could see was the ceiling.
"This can't be true," she thought. "This just can't be true!" But the reality of it was all too true. She struggled but the great weight of him was too much for her young, frail body. She could feel her tights and panties being ripped away from her skin ... his sharp nails dug into the soft white flesh of her legs. The weight on her body grew, spreading her thighs wide and suddenly between her legs, there was a sudden hard thrust ... it was as if a red hot poker had been shoved into her body. She screamed and tried to get away but he held her fast forcing his mouth on hers to stifle her useless protests. He rammed into her again and again, never waiting for her to adjust to the size of his rock-hard, throbbing cock. She thought she had been split apart . . . surely she must be bleeding. Tears ran down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, but still he continued his relentless plummeting . . . again and again and again until she finally passed out.
When Sandy came to later, she was aware of rough hands fondling her naked breasts. As her eyes opened, all she could see was the back of the sofa and she became aware of a great weight of hot flesh pressing into her back. She was naked except for her torn nylon stockings . . . and then the pain of her ravaged vagina hit her. It all came back to her ... it was over . . . Thank God it was over! Now perhaps her life could go on as before ... all that mattered now was that she would have those terrible photographs back . . . Peter would never know . . . now she was safe. "Please," she whispered, "a glass of water." His hand ran down the length of her body until it reached the aching flesh of her battered vaginal passage. One finger pushed into the sensitive folds of her cunt.
"Certainly, my dear. A small reward for such excellent services." She felt the weight of his body leaving the sofa and she turned to look at the horrible ogre who had just used her against her will. She watched as his body shook as he walked to the bar. She could not grasp the reality of what had just taken place. It was impossible to believe.
"I'm going to make you a Grover Jackson Special," he said.
"Please, just a glass of water."
"This will be much better!" Sandy watched as he opened the small, well-stocked refrigerator behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of cold champagne. Next, he took out the lemon juice and from a shelf, a bottle of cognac.
"This my dear, is what's known as a French 75. A fitting drink for the occasion, I think . . . don't you?"
He put 2 ounces of cognac, one ounce of lemon juice and a teaspoon of sugar in a shaker. He added ice and shook it for what seemed an eternity. He emptied it into a large glass and filled it to the brim with the champagne.
"Voila! my dear ... a French 75!"
He handed the drink to her and she thirstily drank several mouthfuls. He reached down, took the glass away from her and lay down next to her again. She could feel his huge erection pressing into her flesh.
"Please," she said, "you have to go now. It must be very late!"
"But dearest," he answered sarcastically, "the night is still very young." He turned her around bruskly so that her back was to him and began to take small bites at the nape of her neck. The feel of his tongue on her neck sickened her. His fingers played with the lips of her bruised vagina and then entered her secret passage. His stiff cock probed between the back of her thighs searching for the opening in between her legs.
"Please," she cried, "I'm much too sore. You've had what you wanted. Please leave me alone."
"Listen, you bitch!" he hissed, "do you want those pictures or don't you. It would be just as easy to see that the old man upstairs gets them!"
Sandy's entire body contracted in anger. She knew he could do anything he wanted until she at last had those pictures in her possession.
Suddenly the slimey head of his lust-hardened prick found the opening of moist flesh in her groin. He rammed her viciously and went so far into her that she cried out and tried to pull away from his iron grip.
"Please, you're hurting me!"
But he held her fast . . . each hand wrapped around her hips holding her immobile. His thrusts grew sharper and deeper with each lustful movement he made. She struggled and groaned, impaled like some large beautiful butterfly on a collector's table. His hairy thighs scraped the back of hers until she could feel the burns they were causing. He pummelled into her with all the force he could muster, filling the entirety of her being, hurting her more and more with each thrust of his heavy gross body.
Sandy felt as if someone were forcing hot pokers into the fragile walls of her vagina. His nails dug into her soft stomach causing her to squeal in pain. She felt pressure against her hips as he began to pull her up onto her knees without stopping his relentless pursuit. She allowed herself to be propped up, hoping that it might hasten the end of this debasement by this man she hated. He drew himself still closer between her widespread thighs, pushing them further apart with his knees. He forced himself even further into her . . . right up to the hilt... up into her helpless cunt . . . deeper and deeper into her.
Sandy thought her body would split in two. Her breath came in short gasps . . . her back ached from the pressure of his hands forcing her further down until her soft yielding buttocks were thrust almost straight up into the air. His body battered against her with brute force. She could hear him whining above her. He seemed to grow larger and larger with each searing thrust into her flaming hole. She tried to think of other times . . . other places . . . but her mind could only concentrate on the searing pain caused by the brutal attack she was being subjected to. She wanted to scream ... to scream again and again, but she knew she could not. She was trembling all over . . . surely he must finish soon ... he can't go on much longer . . . but still he was stuffing his hard cock up into her cervix with a wild fury, almost forcing her off the sofa with each painful thrust. She gritted her teeth . . . she could not stand it much longer. Then she could hear him moaning between his clenched teeth. At first it seemed far away but then it grew louder and louder until at last he gave a cry as great, hot thick spurts of liquid filled her gasping vagina almost to the overflow.
"Thank God, it's over," she thought as he collapsed onto her, squashing her soft helpless body under his massive weight. He stayed on top of her for a few minutes, panting heavily, blowing his liquor breath delightedly in her face.
Finally, he pulled out of her with a slight wet sucking noise and without dressing went to the bar to fix himself another drink. Sandy got up slowly and went into the powder room to clean her ravaged body. With shaking hands and weak knees, she put on a dressing gown she always kept there and returned to the living room.
Grover was sitting on the sofa . . . his drink in one hand while his other hand fondled his soft, but still enormous penis.
"Well, my dear," he started, "I'll bet you never had anything that good from that old man you married, did you?"
Sandy reeled in disgust. "Haven't you had enough, Mr. Jackson?"
"I think you know me well enough now to call me Grover . . . and no, my sweet, I haven't had enough. Come here, I have a little taste treat for you!"
Sandy knew there was nothing she could do but subject herself to his wishes. She walked slowly over to the sofa. She could see his soft cock growing larger every second until at last, as she reached him, it was fully erect. He reached up and grabbed her arm and forced her down on her knees, dangling the obscene looking instrument of hardened flesh in front of her face.
"What would your husband think if he could see you now, you little slut? Don't act like you're repulsed by my prick . . . you've sucked cock before and I have the pictures to prove it! Now take off that robe . . . and beg me for some cock to suck . . . and remember I said beg me!" He grabbed her hair and forced her head backward. "Come on baby, I want to hear you beg for it." He took his cock in his hand and began rubbing the wet, lippery tip of it around her face.
"Sandy! Sandy?" It was Peter calling from upstairs. "Is everything all right down there?" he asked, still in a drunken stupor. "I thought I heard voices."
"Yes, darling, everything is fine," she forced bravely through her tears and humiliation . . . "everything is fine. . . ."
"Well, send your company home soon, darling and come to bed. I miss you."
"Yes, darling, I will," she answered, trying to make her voice sound normal. "Go back to sleep." She knew she would have to get Grover to leave soon. She had no choice now.
"Please," she whimpered, "Please, Grover, I want to suck your cock ..."
"My wonderful cock," he hissed pulling her hair even tighter.
"Yes, your wonderful cock . . . please ... let me suck it . . . please . . ." Grover pulled her head back down and forced his lewd member into her open mouth.
"Now you suck it good, you little whore. You suck it good so you can go back upstairs to your waiting husband. I bet he might like a good blow job, too." With that, he rammed the full length of his lust-hardened stick into Sandy's mouth. She gagged at the taste of it but started sucking as hard and as fast as she could. The room was a mixture of sounds . . . the lewd slurping of her mouth on his penis . . . the groans coming from Grover . . . mixed with Sandy's soft sobbing. She sucked harder and harder . . . and he forced his way deeper and deeper into her round, ovalled mouth each time. His breath became increasingly more rapid.
"Maybe we should ask Peter to join us. I bet he doesn't know that you're such a good little cock sucker, does he? I'll bet he doesn't know his loving wife goes around sucking other men's pricks, does he? Well, you keep on sucking, you little slut, because pretty soon I'm going to give you what all little cock suckers want. A mouthful of cum ... is that what you want? ... a mouthful of cum ..."
Sandy pulled her head back letting his rigid cock dangle in front of her face.
"Yes, that's what I want. . . ." she groaned out in her shame. "That's what I want . . ."
Grover brought his hand back and slapped her hard across the face.
"I didn't say you could stop did I? Get back on the stick, baby!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mouth was once more filled with the thickness of his glistening cock. She sucked harder and harder wishing that this was somehow causing him pain instead of pleasure.
"That's it, you proud little cunt," he moaned. "It won't be long now!"
Sandy could feel his cock grow tighter and harder until she knew he was about to cum. She braced herself for the final thrust she knew he would give before his climax . . . but instead, he pulled out of her mouth quickly and holding her head steady with both his hands, his hot sticky cum spurted out in long hard gushes into her imprisoned face. Her eyes burned fiercely at the contact with his seminal fluid and she could feel it running into her nose and mouth and down the sides of her face into her hair. She gagged and coughed, sickened by the disgusting torture he was putting her through. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up.
Grover laughed, an almost insane cackle. He released her head from his grip and she fell backward to the floor. While she lay there sobbing, Grover went to his clothes and dressed quickly. Sandy wiped her face on the hem of the robe, and still lying on the floor, wrapped it around herself for warmth.
"Please, Grover," she sobbed, "give me the photographs . . . I've done what you asked . . . please give them to me . . . please . . ."
"Yes, you did do what I asked . . . and very nicely too. Here's a little reward for you." He reached into his pocket and threw the three photographs he had shown her before on the floor next to her. Sandy reached out and grabbed them.
"But, where are the rest of them? Give me the rest of them!"
"Surely, you didn't expect to get all of them for tonight's amateurish little performance, did you? You'll just have to work a little harder for the rest of them, now won't you. I'll let you know when."
Sandy leaped up from the floor and flew at him in a rage. Her hands lashed out at his face and her nails dug deep gashes into his cheeks. He reeled back for a moment until he caught up with his senses. She was thrashing out at him in a blind fury. He caught one of her hands and twisted it up behind her back.
"You're going to pay for this, you tramp. You're going to have to work long hard hours under me to pay for this. And ... it won't be so nice the next time ... oh no baby, not nearly so nice!!!"
Pushing her arm even further up her back, he forced her to bend over. His free hand separated the back of her thighs and found the opening of her inflamed cunt.
"This is something to remember me by," he said as he thrust first three, then four fingers, then his entire hand up into her flayed vaginal opening, twisting it cruelly. Sandy started to scream but it was lost in the total darkness that enveloped her.
When she awoke, it was almost morning. She was still lying on the living room floor. Her mind staggered when she thought about what had taken place. Yet, it was all true! She looked around the room ... at every turn she was reminded of the obscene tortures of just a few hours ago. Her body was racked with pain, but still she knew she would have to clear the room of everything that reminded her of last night.
She took her clothes and the stained robe and threw them into the incinerator in the kitchen. She straightened up as much as she could until at last, almost in a state of total collapse, she groped her way upstairs to bed.
She washed herself as quickly as she could, put on a warm flannel nightgown that covered almost all of her bruised body and slipped into bed next to Peter. Feeling used and dirty, she turned over to at last fall deeply into sleep, when she heard Peter stir.
"I heard laughing a short while ago, dear. Did you have a good time?" he asked sleepily.
Sandy started to answer, but he was already fast asleep and she was glad.
Chapter Six
It had been several days now since Grover Jackson's intrusion into Sandy's life. She had to pretend a case of flu virus to her servants and to Peter, in order to explain her new morose appearance, spending many hours of the day in the privacy of her bedroom.
One particularly gloomy day, she ventured down to the living room, scene of her hideous transgression with Grover Jackson and poured herself a much needed drink. She drank vodka and tonic because it seemed less offensive to her stomach than any of the other things she had recently consumed, both willingly and unwillingly. She sat in a large easy chair, gazing unseeingly out of the living room window to the spacious grounds of the house. She was desperately trying to think of how she could manage to extricate herself from her horrible predicament. If only she could think of something to keep Peter from getting hurt!
She went over and over the disgusting events of the past few weeks.
"How foolish I've been," she thought. "How could I have ever let myself get involved with anyone other than Peter?" She cursed the wickedness of her bodily lusts that had gotten her into such ugly difficulties. Well, she no longer felt desire for anything but the quiet life she had been leading with her husband prior to meeting Victor.
As she sat there, slowly sipping her drink, the telephone rang. She was shocked to hear Victor's voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Hi, baby!" he said nonchalantly.
"Victor! I don't believe you have the nerve to call me . . . what kind of man are you? Do you know what I've been through!!!"
"Hey, beautiful, lay off a minute. If you'll meet me tomorrow, I'll explain everything to you. Maybe I can even help you a little. Who knows? I'll meet you tomorrow afternoon at our favorite bar. One o'clock . . . wear something pretty for Victor . . . okay?" He hung up abruptly.
Sandy stood there with the phone in her hands for a moment and then after hanging up the receiver, she collapsed in tears.
The next day, she dutifully appeared at the cocktail lounge at one o'clock. She still had one flicker of hope left that somehow Victor could help her get out of all this. Perhaps he even had some plausible explanation of how all this had come about.
When she arrived, Victor was waiting for her outside. He led her to his car and drove off. They rode along in his car for some time without speaking to each other. Sandy sat dejectedly looking out of the window as they drove further and further into the country. Finally, she said, "Where are we going? Victor, you must stop soon, I have to talk to you. You said perhaps you could help. How did Grover Jackson get those pictures? . . . Oh, Victor, tell me it wasn't your fault . . . I'm so confused ..." She burst into uncontrollable sobs.
Victor turned and looked at her.
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Of course I had something to do with it. Grover had something I wanted and I had something he wanted. It's as simple as that!" As he was talking, he turned up a secluded lane off the highway. They drove on for about ten minutes while Sandy, now completely without hope, crouched in her corner of the car. They passed woods and meadows, and finally arrived at a completely secluded field.
It was what appeared to be an abandoned picnic spot. There was one wooden table in a state of disrepair under a huge oak tree. It was clear that no one had been to this place in ages and they were miles from the nearest human being. Victor turned off the motor and turned toward Sandy.
"Where are we?" she asked. "Why did you bring me here?"
He took her face in his hands and turned her tear glistening face toward his.
"Come on, baby, don't mess up your pretty face. It's not worth all the fuss you're making." He started moving his hands over her breasts, then, slowly worked his way down to her shapely hips. Sandy could not even bring herself to protest this new intrusion. She just sat, letting him do as he liked with her. He undid her dress and took it down, stripping her to the waist. A shiver went through her body as the country air touched her shoulders. Victor quickly undid her bra, anxious to once more set eyes on the magnificent young tits of this prize pussy.
Sandy still sat, humiliated by his gaze, as he exclaimed, "Wow, baby, looks like someone else has been at those luscious tits. Now come on, you got to be at least as good to old Vic!" He began to fondle the luxurious orbs that felt so good in his hands ... he toyed with them, letting them bounce up and down in his palms.
"Daddy sure wants his baby today. I've been thinking about you . . . about those tits . . . that ass of yours . . ." He kissed her wetly on the lips, pushing her head back on the car seat. She felt his warm tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, going far back into her throat. She was stunned. She couldn't believe it was really happening again. He pinched her already sore nipples and she gritted her teeth and bore the pain. She tried to shift her body to a more comfortable position as he leaned heavily on her, crushing her into the seat. As she moved her buttocks slightly, he took it as a sign of her excitement, and increased his fervent pressures on her bruised flesh.
He let one anxious hand drop to her thigh, and reaching under her skirt, felt the smooth and sensuous lines of her inner leg. He stroked her for a while, alternating between legs. Then, he reached up to her crotch, tightly enclosed in smooth nylon panties and pushed at her vagina through the material, content for the moment just to feel its rounded contour.
"Please," she said, "let me take off my dress before you ruin it."
As she was slipping off the dress, Victor pulled off his pants and then his jockey shorts. His huge cock stood straight out from under his shirt. Sandy now wore only panties, garter belt, stockings and her high heels.
Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out a pint bottle of bourbon.
"A little something to warm you up, baby," he said handing the container to her.
"No, not for me, please."
"Come on, baby, do as Victor says
Sandy opened the cap and started to take a small sip. Victor grabbed her head and forced it back. He poured a large quantity of bourbon into her open mouth. She gagged and coughed, but most of the harsh liquor found its way down her throat. He put the flask to his lips and took a large swallow. He put it back in the glove compartment and took out a small penknife. Opening the blade, he slipped it between her flesh and the elastic of her panties. Then, he ripped the material all the way down. He pulled the torn garment out from under her garter belt. Her warm, soft pussy was now completely exposed to his lustful gaze.
"Let's get out of the car," he said hungrily. "There's not enough room in here for what I have in mind."
Sandy opened the door and stepped out into the cool summer breeze that enveloped her exposed body. Victor was right behind her.
"Let's go, baby," he said, "over to that picnic table." Pushing her against it, he made her lie down on the dirty top. Her stocking clad legs dangled down to the ground, her buttocks resting on the edge of the wooden planks. Her loins were opened and completely vulnerable to his attack. "Spread those legs, baby," he commanded. "Oh, Victor," she cried, "why does it have to be like this? . . . Why?"
"Why?" he answered. "Because that's the way Victor wants it. And what Victor wants, he gets. Now spread those legs!"
Sandy started to open her legs, but it wasn't fast enough for him. He pushed his hands between her thighs and forced her legs as far apart as they would go. He pressed his body to hers and guided his throbbing cock into her moist, open cunt. His hard thrust almost took her breath away, and suddenly against her wishes, she began to long for the hard fucking she knew she was about to get. She really wanted it inside her now. If he pulled out, she would go mad. But he had no such thought of leaving her. He pushed and shoved to get further and further inside of her until he was stopped by his own thighs touching hard against her inner softness.
The picnic table began to cut into the back of her upper thighs.
"Victor, it hurts so much this way," she whimpered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Sure it does, baby," he groaned. "That's what makes it so good!" He started long diving movements in and out of her widely exposed cunt. He took his time with each thrust so he could savour every inch of her warm, clasping insides. Sandy could feel the walls of her vagina melting around this blunt cudgel that seemed to pierce her very being.
"Oh, Victor ... it feels so good ... it feels sooooo ..."
"Sure it does, baby, sure it does . . . it's going to feel better in a little while ... in a little while . . . oh, baby, it's going to feel better right nooooowwwww!!!!" Then his beet red staff started erupting inside of her now tightly clasping cunt. The hot stream of white liquid screamed out of his probing cock deep into the interior of her womb. Wave after wave of his seminal fluid emptied out of him until he could feel it seeping out of her vagina and running down between their tightly pressed loins. And then, just as she too was on the edge, his cock pulled sharply out of her desperately grasping cunt.
"Oh, no, Victor . . . don't stop now!" she started and then gave a sharp cry as his rough probing fingers found her hard, quivering clitoris. He knelt on the ground between her legs and thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out as he closed his lips on the hard little button. She pushed her hips up at his rotating mouth, arching her back across the table. She no longer noticed the pain the wooden structure was causing her. She knew only that she wanted to cum into his mouth ... to fill his open cavity the way he had filled hers.
She began gyrating her hips in a circular motion pushing at his open lips with each movement of her lust-crazy body. Gone was her shame . . . gone was her torment . . . she only knew the pleasure of this man's mouth pressed tightly against the quivering lips of her vagina. She moaned over and over; her head flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of her dilating cunt.
As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like, slobbering at the wide-spread wetness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. Then without warning, he released his hold on her clasping cunt.
"Should I stop now?" he asked tauntingly.
"No . . . no, for God's sake, Victor . . . Please . . . finish . . . please finish me."
"Will you do anything I want . . . anything I say?"
"Yes . . . I'll do anything you want. . . anything ... just finish me... please Victor.. . please ..."
"Okay baby, here goes!"
He pushed his face as far as he could into her sweet soft slit. His teeth came down sharply . . . she screamed ... his tongue rammed inside her . . . she moaned . . . he bit . . . she screamed ... his tongue darted . . . she moaned. Over and over he continued the same ritual . . . bite . . . probe . . . bite . . . probe. Finally, she could stand no more. Her hands reached for the back of his neck and she shoved his face deep inside her. She lifted her legs one at a time and placed them on his shoulders, wrapping them tightly around his neck. His entire mouth was enclosed by the lips of her passion-crazed vagina.
Sandy's shamelessly aroused body jerked spasmodically; her hands curled down into his hair.
Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband . . . forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!," she creamed over and over.
Victor never stopped working on her insides. He continued to suck mercilessly on her flooding loins. He could not tell how many orgasms she was having. They all flowed into one long frenzy of orgastic pleasure. His mouth and face were covered with the moisture of his labour. And still, he continued his relentless sucking on her limp insides. Waves of excitement coursed through her writhing body. Her cum mixed with the saliva from his mouth and trickled from her body forming a small pool of moisture on the ground below them. When at last she was completely wasted, he broke free from her entangled legs and lifted her limp, momentarily satiated body up onto the table. His rigid cock stuck out straight in front of his taut groin. Sandy writhed on the table top, completely lost in her own lust. Victor wiped his face on his shirt tail.
"Now, it's my turn!" he said in a half-crazed voice. "Anything I want, that was the bargain, remember?"
"Yes . . . yes," she moaned. "Anything you want . . ."
He picked her up from the table and had her kneel on the bench beside it. He pushed her upper torso down on the table so that her soft, quivering, buttocks were raised high up in the air. Next, he put his index finger in his mouth and moistened it. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, his finger found the tight puckered opening and he pushed up inside her as far as his rigid digit would go. Sandy screamed, "NO, Victor! Not that!!" as the pain shot through her virgin rectum.
Ignoring her, he twisted his finger still more and then dug another thick digit into her, hurting her so badly that she let out one long gurgling scream. He felt impaled like an animal on a spit. He was treating her like an animal and she no longer felt like a human being.
"No . . . no . . . Victor," she cried with all the force her lungs could muster.
"Listen, bitch!" he growled, never releasing her from his painfully thrusting fingers. "You said anything ... or don't you remember that? Now shut your mouth! I'm going to ram my rod into that little asshole of yours . . . then maybe it won't be so tight afterwards . . . eh?"
He began to ram his fingers from side to side, stretching the opening painfully a she did so.
He was beside himself with excitement now. His prim and proper wife had never allowed him to even touch her there, much less fuck her. It was one of his constant dreams to feel the tightness of those strong firm anal muscles molding his stiff prick as he plunged into the innermost recesses of an upturned bottom.
He slapped the soft whiteness of Sandy's soft, yielding cheeks, enjoying immensely the sharp sound of his hand against her defenseless flesh.
Sandy screamed again and again as she felt the searing and easing of her hitherto uninvaded back passage as it responded to the steady sawing motion of Victor's crude fingers. Her knees were cut and bleeding, she was sure, from the rough surface of the splintery table . . . she felt as if she would faint from the pain. She was being subjugated in a way she had never known. He was deliberately stretching her tender anus in a way that would hurt her the most, making sharp twisting motions, just when she least expected them.
"Don't. . . don't. . . ," she cried. "I can't bear it!"
"Oh, you can bear it all right. In fact, you'll do better than bear it!"
Suddenly, Victor removed his fingers with a soft sucking noise. He moved in closer to her and she felt him grab her hand and bring it sharply behind her back.
"Here, get a feel of this, baby!" He forced his hardened cock into her hand, making her fondle it. "Here, you can even put it in for me . . . come on . . . yeah, a little further . . . that's right."
She felt the tip of his enormous tool touching at the tender puckered opening of her rectum and knew that he could never, never fit it in her. The sides of his cock automatically stretched her cheeks apart and the smooth, rubbery head of it seemed at least two or three inches across to her. It would be impossible to take him there!"
But it was too late.
Victor, crazed by the sight of her inviting position began to push. She heard him spit noisily into his hand and rub the head of his tool and the crevice of her buttocks with the slippery liquid. He shoved into her with the force of a man gone mad. She tried to pull away with all her might, but his hands around her hips held her fast. She could not think. There was pain everywhere, blinding her, sending sparks in front of her tightly closed eyes. She felt as though a telephone pole were being rammed into her wide-spread buttocks.
"Aaaahhhhggggggg!!!!," she grunted and gasped as she felt him stop moving.
"Push back at me!" he screamed.
"I can't ... it hurts so much, Victor . . . please don't make me . . ."
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Shut up and push back at me!!" With that, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, forcing his huge cock that last fraction of an inch into her inflamed rectum. She could feel the huge bulb at the head of his cock pressing against her insides and she thought surely he would rupture her.
"Nooooooooo...," she screamed. She could not think clearly. Everywhere her mind turned there was searing pain.
Victor began to gasp for air as he began a steady rhythmic motion and completely disregarding her intense pain, sunk himself deeper into the soft hidden passage of her tight little hole.
"Oooooohhhlihhh... oooooohhhhhhh...," she moaned, as his pelvis continually smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white mounds. She was hopelessly impaled. He rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. His white vicious cock disappeared all the way up her tight, resisting anus with each cruel blow. None of it could be seen as it buried its way into her tight virginal canal.
Sandy's face was flushed a bright red . . . her long hair lay in damp patches down her sweat soaked back.
Gradually the pain eased up slightly. She had not expected to be sodomized like this. In all her torturous shame of the past week, never had she felt so naked and debased. And then, for some reason strange, unknown reason she did not understand, she began to feel a masochistic joy. She could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her, but she gritted her teeth and did all the things she knew he would want her to do.
She began to move backward to meet his forward thrusts. Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her battered back passage. She heard his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the open field and hated herself for the orgastic pleasure it was affording her. She pushed back to meet the forward thrust of his immense cock undulating inside her body in tiny rotating circles.
Behind her, Victor, impassioned and delighted, groaned each time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck her harder and deeper. She was his to do as he pleased for as long as he wanted. And he liked what he was doing just fine. He muttered gross obscenities behind her back.
"Come on, you fuckin' bitch . . . on, yea . . . come on, fuck back . . . fuck back."
"Aggggggghhhhhhhh!" she groaned and he flicked deeper again. "Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh-hhh!!I." He was stretching her muscles beyond all human endurance.
"Oh God," she grunted. "Cum . . . cum . . . for God's sake, cum ..." She thrashed in a wild mixture of pain and masochistic pleasure and fucked back at him for all she was worth.
"Oh no, baby ... I ain't coming just yet! I got a lot more fucking to do!"
Victor, crazed behind her, began bucking into her rectum with increasing fervor. He spread the cheeks of her ass and watched the full length of his long, thick cock split the tightness of her now well stretched hole.
"Do you like it?" he rammed in again.
"AaaaarrrrggghhH!" she answered.
"I said, do you like it?!" He rammed her even harder.
"Yes . . . Yes," she cried out.
"Well, then . . . beg me for some more!"
"No, please Victor, I just can't . . ."
"I said beg me to fuck you in your tight little hole!" His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her shoulders.
"I can't . . . don't . . . don't ... I can't . . ." He had already taken everything else from her . . . her pride as a wife . . . her self-respect . . . everything was gone. She just couldn't let him have the satisfaction of hearing her beg too.
"Do it!" he screamed at her. "Do it! Beg for it, you little cunt!"
"All right," she gasped, at last giving in to the intense pain. She would do anything to have him finish. "Please do it to me!"
"Not like that! I want to hear you say fuck . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!"
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Please fuck me in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass."
"My tight ass!"
"Yes ... in my tight ass . . ." She collapsed in tears on the table top.
"Lift that ass back up, you bitch! Lift it!!" His nails drew blood. Sandy, sobbing helplessly, thrust her buttocks backwards until she could feel the firmness of his stomach muscles pressed hard against them. She knew she would have to give him exactly what he wanted. She groaned again in anguish as he thrust into her inhumanly contorted body with long deep strokes that travelled the full length of his hard throbbing cock. His driving loins smacked hard against the uplifted mounds of her ass. The sound of his thighs against her moisture dripping flesh echoed through the valley like claps of thunder in the distance. Sandy bucked her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end. She grunted and moaned with him, encouraging and pleading for him to end it and fill her behind with his hot, scalding orgasm.
Victor's shirt got caught between them and he reached up and yanked it off his body ripping several buttons in the process. His prick was swollen to almost twice its normal size. His breath wheezed out of him in long gasps . . . like a man exhausted from hard labor.
"My God," she groaned. "My God!"
His balls ached and his cock danced with thousands of hot sparks every time he pushed into her. She was completely his. His slave, submitting to his every wish. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowed back making it glisten in the light of the afternoon sun. His eyes focused on the whiteness of the undulating body that slipped over his raging cock like a tight fitting glove.
"Oh, cum, darling . . . cum!" she gasped back at him. She had to get it over with soon.
"Sandy!," he screamed. "Sandy!!!" He thrust the full length of himself into her fully stretched rectum . . . his body jerking convulsively . . . his hands ripping at her flesh. He gave one last ramrod thrust and suddenly the dam burst and emptied wave after wave of hot white liquid into the depths of her rear passage.
Sandy screamed . . . partly out of pain and partly out of joy ... it was over. Thank God it was over.
A few minutes later, Victor slowly pulled himself out of her ravaged crevice. Sandy tried to stand, and collapsed in complete exhaustion on the soft, cool grass. Victor wiped himself with a towel he brought along in the car. When he finished dressing, he picked her clothes up from the floor of the car and walked over to where she was still lying.
He threw the clothes down on the wet grass beside her.
"Hurry it up, baby. I got an appointment in town."
Chapter Seven
Sandy realized that she could no longer go on like this. She was barely able to get through a day without bursting into tears several times at the thought of her shame. There she was, married to the kindest, most considerate man she had ever known; who would do anything for her, give her anything she wanted, and how had she repaid him? By betraying him in the most obscene ways known to man.
She could no longer look at her body in the mirror . . . her baths were no longer long and luxurious . . . her main attentions to her once coddled tender flesh were to rub salves on her wounds in order to heal them quickly ... so that she would have as few reminders as possible of her depraved lovers.
What a dreadful burden she carried! She had resisted having the family doctor come to examine her as Peter had suggested when he saw how nervous his usually vivacious young bride had become. Martha had made her consume a homemade nerve tonic of her own invention, whipped up in the well supplied Luden kitchen. Every morning, before breakfast, she downed the soothing liquid.
But nothing seemed to help, really. She knew that there was only one thing to do to ease her mind. She would have to tell Peter everything. As horrible a prospect as that seemed, nothing could compare with the torture of going on living with her dreadful secret ... at the mercy of the demented fiends who had her lovely body in their clutches. She was like a beautiful erotic puppet, at their beck and call; with all her once private and secret parts exposed to their lustful whims.
Once she had decided to tell Peter all, she breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of the release that was to come, no matter what his reaction. She went to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to try to think of the best way to break it to him. Although she was calmer now she knew what she was going to do, lewd visions continued to dance before her eyes. She lay back on the bed, allowing her long breakfast robe to fall open so that her body was exposed to the warm air of the room. She tried to recall a time when the idea of sex had been an entirely pleasant one for her. As she lay there thinking, her tired mind allowed her to fall into sleep.
It wasn't an altogether restful sleep however, for her subconscious continued churning her problems about and before long, she was dreaming. In her dream, she seemed to be swimming in a secluded pond. Everything was beautiful all around her . . .
The sky was clear, blue with sparkling white clouds . . . and everything seemed right with the world. As her voluptuous body moved slowly in the warm water of the pond, she could feel its gentle pressure all over her skin. It felt like the most delicious, tantalizing massage she had ever known. She turned and twisted, letting her long blonde hair stream out behind her, sometimes diving deep beneath the surface of the water where there were rainbow colored fish of all sizes living peaceful underwater lives among swaying plants of a beautiful emerald green.
She decided to explore the bottom of the pond more carefully; and when she got down there, it seemed that she could breath underwater like a fish so that she was entirely comfortable. She lay down on the downy soft mud of the bottom, feeling the plants tickling her flesh with their pointed tips. She lay there, undulating with the flow of water and the fish came to visit her. She was very happy for their company for they were very gentle, and very beautiful.
They began to nip at her body playfully . . . and seemed to have soft and pliant puckering lips. Two of them approached her breasts, and one on each side, they began to softly suck her so that her nipples sprang up and twitched in their tiny mouths. More of them came and began to suck on the curves of her belly, then another swam between her legs and with one deft motion of his nose, parted the silken hairs of her vagina and placed its mouth on her tiny clitoris. It sucked and sucked letting the most heavenly sensations rise in her belly, and while it sucked, another came and gently wiggled its entire body inside her cunt, where it fit snugly. Once inside, it began to wriggle back and forth, up and down . . . it seemed to go on for hours ... it was the most unbelievably wonderful thing Sandy had ever felt.
The beautiful erotic fish continued to delight her throbbing, water smoothed body. The steady pushing of the fish inside her wet vagina sent tingling messages out to all parts of her reclining form. The pointed breasts continued to be nudged and nibbled by the diligence of the other two watery lovers as more continued on her belly and another would not cease sucking at her swelling little clitoris.
Sandy knew that soon she would burst with the most overwhelmingly satisfying climax she had ever known. She felt it coming for what seemed a long long time . . . and suddenly it was there spreading from her deepest recesses, rising like a gigantic tide throughout each and every particle of her titillated body, bringing with it an exquisite pleasure, unequalled in the world of reality.
"Ooooooh! Aaaaaah! Uuuuuuuuh!" Sandy moaned, as she woke, spread-eagled on the king-sized bed, her arms outstretched on either side of her perspiring body. She woke to the feel of her vaginal muscles violent contractions around a phantom phallus, a dream. Her open loins ex-ploded warm waves of cum as she continued to writhe with the unearthly pleasure surrounding her. "Mmmmmmm!" she cooed, and softly touched her quivering pussy with both of her hands as if to hold the mighty pleasure in, to make it last still longer.
By evening, about the time she expected Peter home, Sandy was feeling much better. She had had a long nap, and then had pampered herself for the first time in a long while with a hot bubble bath. She carefully oiled and perfumed her pale smooth skin and brushed her hair until it shone with a silken sheen. She had decided how to tell Peter. Tonight was to be very special. She had taken great care that the dinner was one which Peter especially liked and also one that was light and tempting, so as to stimulate him without filling him.
When Peter came home, Sandy was waiting for him in the living room. She looked stunning in a long hostess gown of pale yellow. Her breasts bulged magnificently . . . now flawless and without blemish ... at the top of its low neckline, the first she had dared wear recently. On her wrist she wore the beautiful gold bracelet he had given her so many nights ago.
She had prepared some tiny canapes for him and instead of his usual lethal martinis, she prepared a toned down mixture of Gin and Campari in order to whet his appetite rather than detract from it. They sat over the long and delectable meal for a long time. Sandy was grateful that he had not been drinking before his arrival home ... he was the old Peter she had known when they first met. She had high hopes that this evening would be successful ... so much depended on it.
Peter was impressed with his wife's appearance that evening. He was so happy to see her looking fresh and beautiful again. He took note of her full, rounded breasts thrusting toward him during the first course of oysters on the half shell. They had a light Rhine wine that complemented the dinner perfectly. There was a flush to her cheeks as she leaned over to him to serve him more of the delicate filet of Sole Almondine he enjoyed so much. She had told Martha and Ruth to leave early as she wanted to be completely alone with her husband that evening.
"Darling," she said, smiling across at him as they consumed the lemon mousse dessert, "I want to apologize for the way I've been these last few weeks."
"My love," said Peter, a glint of admiration shining in his eyes at the lovely sight of his wife by candle light across the table from him, "please, no apology is necessary. It must not be much fun for you here . . . stuck with an old man . . ."
"I don't want you to say that anymore, Peter. Please ... I just want us to be happy together."
They had their brandy in Peter's study which was just off the living room. It was a small but comfortable room with leather couches and arm chairs and walls lined with books. Sandy reclined on the couch, inviting Peter to sit close to her. She had placed a wonderful record of South American Indian guitar music on the hi fi, to be followed by other equally soft and sinuously exciting recordings. She felt very mellow and ready to be loved as she should be, by her husband. Peter took her hand and pressed it palm upward to his lips. A shiver ran through her body as he moved even closer to her, and finally took her in his arms tenderly.
"Oh, Peter ... my darling husband____
Peter kissed her moistened lips, and she returned the kiss fervently shoving her tongue into his mouth. She put her hands inside his coat jacket and let her fingers run up and down his back.
"Darling, take Off your coat . . . take off all your clothes," she said quietly. "I want to feel your body next to me."
Peter, breathing heavily from the excitement of her kiss and the feel of her warmth close to him, stood and slowly removed his clothing . . . placing his things on a nearby chair. His body was still firm and without fat, grey hair curled on his wide chest. He approached Sandy again. She had remained seated on the couch watching him with a sense of anticipation growing in her loins.
She undid the top of her gown and brought her breasts out of the snugly fitting material. Wrapping her arms around Peter's standing body, she pushed her breasts into his still limp penis, shaking them from side to side and gliding up and down so that it would give him the sensation of making love to her enormous globes of satin. She felt his shaft quiver and begin to rise.
"Oh, Sandy . . ." he gasped. "That feels so good."
She continued until he was hard, then bending over, placed her lips on his now rigid cock and began to run her tongue up and down its sides . . . then around in circles on the head. She could feel him panting with excitement, and she began to grow more and more impatient to feel him inside her.
Wiggling out of her long skirt, she continued her up and down motions along his long, thin, throbbing member. The dress rustled to the floor and she was completely nude underneath it. Her long creamy thighs glistened in the soft light of the den. The soft sparse hair of her vagina was moistened by her excitement. She opened and closed her legs, wanting the feel of her man between them. She felt good letting herself go this way with Peter ... at last she was not sinning with a horrid stranger.
She pulled Peter gently over on her, feeling his white curly hair tickle the soft double domes of her breasts as they both fell back on the couch. The leather beneath her felt cool and smooth beneath her back.
"Darling, come," she said taking his head in her two hands. She stuck out her little pointed tongue and let it slide over his mouth. "Darling," she said, "Do this to me . . . down there" . . . she poked her tongue into his mouth exactly as though it were a wet pussy. She felt his cock twitch against her leg. Slowly he manouvered himself down to her wide-spread legs. He pushed his whole face into her crotch letting all of her juices wet his distinguished features. His nose, eyes, and both his cheeks were wet with the sweet, woman smelling fluid from her cunt. He felt as though he wanted to breathe her into him. He continued to move his face back and forth between her legs, parting her fleshy vaginal lips with each movement . . . his nose nudging her clitoris, making it stand up in the wetness.
Sandy moaned and called his name, pushing his face harder and harder into her waiting crevice. He began to lick her smoothly then, with the flat of his tongue, feeling each tiny mound of her delicious cunt beneath his adoring tongue. She could feel the swelling up within her that would lead to an orgasm . . . his tongue and mouth worked away at her and she could hear the obscene, wet sounds of his panting and love-making.
"No, darling . . . come, enter me ... I want to cum with you inside me. That's the way I want it!" She pulled his head away from her flooded loins. His face gleamed with her genital juices.
She folded her trembling legs around his back, and putting her hand between his legs, guided his cock to the waiting entrance of her hungrily throbbing vagina. Peter moaned and began to push down on her . . . she felt his penis losing girth in her hand as he pushed, but she held onto it tighter, hoping that the increased pressure would raise its size again. It remained large, but with no hardness . . . she squirmed under him, and pushed the drooping member into her warm excited opening. It went halfway in . . . and she could feel Peter pushing more to get deeper inside her. He was sweating profusely now, and his chest weighed heavily on her torso.
Sandy reached down further and grabbed hold of his swaying testicles and gently began to massage them . . . but it was to no avail ... at the next involuntary contraction of her straining loins, the deflated cock slipped maddeningly from her squirming cunt.
"Oh, darling . . . no," she cried, when she realized that it was just not going to happen. All her careful plans gone to waste ... all of her hopes for the future dashed . . . Peter lay quietly beside her, one arm draped heavily over her still trembling body . . . one leg still between her smooth, softly formed thighs. Peter let out a long and torturous sigh . . . and Sandy thought she could hear him sobbing softly beside her.
"Forgive me . . . forgive me, my darling . . . ," he said quietly.
Sandy reached her arms around him and once more grabbed hold of his soft, deflated penis. Slowly she began to stroke it, hoping to bring it back to life.
"Let me kiss it again," she said softly.
Peter sat up and turned toward her as she shifted herself down on the couch so that her mouth was once more facing his groin. Slowly she sucked the limp wet prick into her mouth with a soft wooshing noise. She nipped gently with her teeth on the rubbery tip, tasting its natural flavours in her saliva filled mouth. Then she sucked harder and harder, forming a vacuum with her lips.
Peter moaned above her. It felt wonderful to him . . . but still his penis would not rise. She held onto it with both hands, moisted by her saliva, and let her fingers work it up and down while keeping it within the confines of her full, red lips. She worked and worked and suddenly she felt a weak spurt of liquid in her mouth and the familiar pungency of cum. She heard Peter moan and call out her name mournfully and she knew he had cum . . . without ever stiffening . . . for the first and certainly the last time that evening. She swallowed the thick, warm liquid and resting her head on his thigh, allowed the now shrivelled penis to remain a while in her mouth. An overwhelming sadness enveloped her as she once more heard the words, "Forgive me, my darling ... for being so . . . old."
His voice cracked ... he had wanted so badly to satisfy her.
"If only I were even ten years younger . . . oh, my darling ... if I were a young man . . . what a working over I would give you ... I would never turn you loose!"
Sandy sat up and put her arms about him. She knew she could never tell him now . . . about her hideous indiscretions . . . she could not destroy him that way . . . not after this miserable failure.
"Oh, Peter," she cried, "believe me . . . you please me more than any young man could . . . much more . . . there will be other times, my love . . . you know that. Please . . . don't be sad . . . I'm happy just to be with you . . . and to give you pleasure when I can."
Peter, somewhat reassured, smiled almost timidly at her thinking how deep his love for her was. He hugged her closer to him, hoping that next time he would be able to do better.
Sandy's mind began to whirl again as she realized that she was still right where she had start- ed; in the most nightmarish predicament she could imagine. She had no idea how to escape her lewd, vicious tormentors.
Chapter Eight
The following afternoon, Sandy paced nervously in her bedroom, desperately trying to figure out a solution to her problem. Last night had been such a miserable failure ... it would kill Peter if he knew now. There had to be a better way of his finding out . . . she could not go on the way she had for the past few weeks.
The ominous sound of the telephone reached her ears and a tight knot formed in the pit of her stomach. She rushed to pick up the receiver before either Ruth or Martha could reach it.
"Hello, Mrs. Luden," the voice began, "or may I call you Sandy?" The ugly laughter that followed assured Sandy that it was indeed Grover Jackson. "I've been thinking about our little arrangement," he continued, "and I think we can arrange for you to work off the rest of your debt this afternoon." Sandy's thoughts flashed to the lurid photographs of herself and Victor that Grover had in his possession. She had to do anything he asked . . . those photographs had to be destroyed before they destroyed Peter. Grover's raspy voice invaded her thoughts.
"Now listen carefully, Mrs. Luden. I'm only going to say this once. You are to do exactly as I say ... if you alter any of my instructions even slightly, you may jeopardize your chances of getting all the photographs back. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Grover, I understand," she said. "I understand perfectly."
"Good! First a package will arrive for you shortly by messenger. It has been paid for, you must merely sign for it. In it are the clothes you are to wear today. Wear everything in the box and only what is in the box. You will then meet me at 45th Street and Broadway in the city at one o'clock this afternoon . . . and be sure you are not late. I am a very busy man and my time is most important. Good-bye, Mrs. Luden."
The phone clicked on the other end and Sandy knew she had been cut off. When she hung up the receiver, she was shocked to find that she was covered with perspiration. As she ran into the bathroom to wash herself off, the front doorbell rang. She ran out of the bedroom to the landing.
"Don't bother, Ruth. I'll get it," she yelled as she dashed down the stairs to the main hall. "It's just a package I've been expecting!"
She yanked open the front door with such a force that the delivery man was taken by surprise and almost dropped the small parcel he was holding.
"I got a package for Mrs. P. Luden-. That you, Lady?"
"Yes. I'm Mrs. Lunden."
"Okay, sign here." Sandy's hands shook so fiercely she was barely able to sign the receipt slip.
When she returned upstairs, she slammed the door behind her and threw the package down on the bed. She ripped off the brown paper it was covered in, and read on the box . . . DO-MINIKS OF HOLLYWOOD. Sandy had seen ads for the shop in movie magazines at the beauty parlour. They specialized in lewd erotic clothing for women. She had always wondered what kind of woman had patronized the store . . . now she knew.
She glanced at the clock out of the corner of her eye. It was 10:30. She had to hurry if she was going to make the city by one. The drive to the train station was a long one and she still had to shower and change into whatever was in that box. She ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Afterward, she powdered her long sleek body and brushed her golden hair letting it hand down to her shoulders. She lifted off the top of the box and found a note. THE PANTIES ARE TO BE WORN OVER THE GARTER BELT.
Lifting up the tissue paper, she found a pair of long black net stockings and a black lace garter belt. She slipped her smooth, tapered legs into them and attached the garter belt around her hips and fastened the garters to the stockings. She looked up from where she was sitting at her dressing table and her reflection came back at her from the full length mirror on the wall.. She stood up arid admired herself in the glass. The firm whiteness of her body stood out in sharp contrast to the black garments. And her golden blonde pubic hair stood out strangely like a star in a black sky.
She went over to the box and took out the black panties. When she had them on, she gasped . . . there was no crotch ... it had been cut out and the opening was trimmed with lace. She reached in the box for the bra ... it too was black lace and like the panties, it also had holes in improper places. When she fastened it behind her back, her two proud nipples jutted out nakedly in front of her, surrounded by the black frills. She stood in front of the mirror and gazed in wonder at the image she presented. Her full voluptuous body pitted against the jet black of the lewd outfit she was wearing caused a surge of obscene excitement deep in her belly. For a brief moment, she forgot the vile reason for which these clothes had been sent.
Sandy snapped back to reality and went to the box for the rest of the outfit. She found a pair of extremely high heels which she had no trouble slipping on. She was amazed at the accuracy of Grover Jackson's size choices. At the bottom of the box was a dress. She took it out and slipped it on over her head. It was a tight fitting black sheath mini-dress that hugged her in all the right places. The neck-line was cut in a wide V that barely covered her breasts and the hem line barely covered her upper thighs.
Sandy knew she could not let Ruth and Martha see her dressed likt his. She went to her closet and pulled out a lightweight raincoat to throw over her shamefully clad body. Suddenly, she realized she could not leave like this without a explanation. She sat down at her writing table and left a note for her husband.
"Dear Peter, I have gone to the city for the day. I will be having dinner with an bid girlfriend from high school . . . don't wait up for me. Love, Sandy."
She slipped the note into one of her mono-grammed envelopes and sealed it. Seeing the empty box lying on the bed, she hid it in the back of her closet until she could dispose of it later. In the closet, she noticed the hatbox she used for overnight trips and decided to pack a change of clothes to come home in. She went to the wall intercom and pressed the button that would connect her with Martha in the kitchen.
"Martha," she called.
"Yes, m'am?"
"Martha, I won't be home for dinner tonight . . . just prepare something for Mr. Luden."
"Shall I save something for you to have later, Mrs. Luden?"
"No, thank you, Martha. I'll be eating in the city." Sandy hung up in disgust with herself. She hated all this lying . . . this cheap deception . . . and for what? To satisfy the depraved desires of a sex-crazed madam. God, she hoped it wouldn't last long!
When Sandy arrived in the city, it was almost a quarter to one. She took a cab to 46th Street and walked down the block to where she was to meet Grover. It was a tawdry section of town that she usually avoided. But now, she had no choice. She stood on the corner and looked for
Grover's car. Traffic was heavy and Sandy had never realized how many of the cars looked so much alike before. She crouched down slightly so she could see the drivers' faces. She didn't want to have to stand on this corner any longer than was necessary.
The minutes dragged by and still she saw no sign of Grover Jackson. She was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable as she stood on the busy corner. Most of the men who passed by her stared long and hard ... a few made lewd remarks. A constant stream of cheap looking women passed by her seeming to check her out. It took a while before Sandy realized that Grover had her waiting on a street full of prostitutes.
"My God," she thought, "he's even managed to degrade me in public!" She blushed a crimson colour and tried to avert her eyes from the steady stream of passers by, wishing she had brought a pair of sunglasses. Suddenly, a man came up to her and touched her arm. Sandy jumped and spun around. It was Grover Jackson.
"Well, how nice to see you again, Mrs. Luden. So sorry you had to wait so long, but I was busy with the preparations for our afternoon together." He slipped his arm into hers and led her down the street.
"Come, my dear," he said in the sarcastic voice he always used with her. "Our hotel is just around the corner."
Sandy walked along with him silently . . . her mind in a daze. She was barely conscious of the stares she was getting on the street and did not remember even entering the hotel lobby. Some- how they were on the 10th floor and Grover was opening the door of 10C. Sandy could hear the sound of masculine voices in the room.
He led her in and had her sit in a chair next to the bed. Sandy could not lift her eyes to face the other men in the room. She was humiliated beyond belief that he would drag her into a room filled with other men.
"Well, Grover," a familiar voice said. "I didn't know you were such a stud. Imagine! Seducing little Mrs. High and Mighty. Well, I suppose poor old Peter just couldn't get it up enough!" The men let out with a raucous laughter . . . Sandy couldn't believe her ears. It couldn't be ... it just couldn't be. She lifted her eyes to see who had been speaking . . . tears streamed down her cheeks as she first recognized Bob McBride and next to him was sitting Glen Phillips. Both men owned important businesses in Westchester and were old "friends" and associates of her husband.
"Nice day, isn't it?" laughed Glen. "Don't you worry none, honey. We'll show you a good time, won't we men?" They all joined in a good laugh.
Sandy could not believe that Grover had the nerve to bring her here ... in the presence of her husband's friends. It was just too much to bear. Her hands gripped the edge of the chair . . . white showing at the knuckles, as she prepared to leap up at any moment to try and make an escape. Gut Grover came over to her and pulled off her raincoat, tossing it on the floor.
"Mmmmmm, nice fit," he said, his eyes appraising her appearance in the tight, clinging dress he had ordered her to wear.
The other men nodded and murmured their approval making obscene sounds with their mouths and uttering long low whistles as they looked her up and down.
Sandy sat silently in the chair. The humiliation was just too great. She had never dreamed Grover would be this crude. Glen Phillips brought her a large drink. She took it without raising her eyes to him, she was so ashamed. There was a young girl sitting across from her, leaning on the window sill. Sandy had not noticed her before . . . but now she saw that she was staring at her rather curiously. She wondered if the girl was in the same kind of predicament, or if she was just one of the men's girl friends.
The men were still laughing and talking and cracking jokes, enjoying their liquor. She saw Bob McBride sit next to the slighty built young girl and heard him call her Gina. She was dressed casually in a pair of loose flowing slacks and a long sleeved silk blouse . . . she seemed to be very much at ease.
Sandy drank some of the rye in her glass . . . it disgusted her, but she needed something to steady her nerves. She overheard Gina saying, "Sure, Bob, anything you say . . . why not? It wouldn't be the first time . . . for me, anyway."
Sandy caught them looking at her, her lips curled in the beginnings of a smile.
"Besides," Gina continued their conversation, "she's kind of pretty ... I wonder. " her voice trailed off. Bob jumped up from their seat elated. He called over to Grover who was talking with Glen in the other corner of the room.
"Hey, Grover . . . it's all set . . . come on over here!"
Sandy was confused, but she knew that something awful was about to happen. She flinched at the sound of Grover Jackson's name . . . and as he approached, she hungrily took another long gulp of her drink.
"Well, Grover spurted, rocking his heavy form back and forth on his heels, "Sandy, I have a little task for you . . . you're going to give us a show. I think you might even enjoy it... a little exhibition with Gina here!" He sat next to the small dark girl on the sofa and put his arms about her. She seemed to have no reaction at all to his advances . . . but she did not pull away.
"NO . . ." Sandy said, understanding beginning to dawn on her. "Grover, no ... I won't do that ... I just can't . . . it's . . . it's . . ."words failed her.
"What do you care what it is, Mrs. Luden? What do you care as long as you get what you want . . . remember? I've got something you need!" He tapped his breast pocket knowingly. "And as for Gina," he continued, "don't worry about her . . . she's getting paid for it too . . . very well. Right, Gina?" he asked, facing the impassive girl who continued to stare at Sandy.
Gina stood and slowly ambled toward Sandy. She perched on the arm of the chair and began to caress Sandy's hair. There were tears in Sandy's eyes. Would there be no end to the list of perversions required of her? Gina bent over closer to Sandy's face and asked her if she would like another drink.
"Yes, please . . .," Sandy sobbed and the girl went away for a moment returning with a martini.
"I always like martinis at times like these," Gina smiled. Sandy took it from her and drank. It was pure gin. The room began to get a little blurry and Sandy could no longer see the hideous faces of her tormentors, quite as well as before. The men were now lined up on the couch across from the two women where they had a good view of what was going on. It was a welcome relief that she could no longer focus on them so well. She took another sip of the strong drink.
"That's right," Gina said perching again on the chair next to Sandy. Sandy thought again of making a run for the door . . . perhaps she could just leave town ... go far away where no one would ever find her. But even as the thought began in her mind she knew that she couldn't do that. She would never be free again from her own self, and the memory of what she had done to Peter.
"All right," she finally said, her voice trembling. Her hand shook, almost spilling the remaining gin in her glass. "All right, what is it you want? What do I have to do?"
"That's my girl!" bellowed Grover. He had never doubted for a moment that she would do anything he asked. "Now get up and take off that dress. I want to see the pretty underwear I got you!"
"Gina, help her out of those things . . ."
Sandy stood up unsteadily and hesitated for a moment. Then she felt Gina's hands undoing the back of her dress. She felt the zipper go down, and suddenly the dress was on the floor at her feet. Tears began to stream down her cheeks once again. She was being undressed by a common prostitute. And there was Grover Jackson savouring every moment along with two of her husband's closest business colleagues. She could not think of a more hideous situation . . . especially now that her dress was off, and the obscene underclothes she had been forced to wear were visible to them all.
Gina gave an appreciative chuckle when she saw the bra which left Sandy's globular breasts sticking out for all the world to see.
"Bravo!" called Grover at the sight of his pur-cases on such an excellent model. The other men muttered gross sounds indicating their approval at the sight of Sandy's beautiful body exposed to them thusly. Her hard little nipples stood out stiffly at the exposure to the air . . . and the delicate curls of the soft wisp of hair showed clearly between her fully rounded thighs, poking out from the barely covering split material of the black nylon panties. Sandy felt herself getting dizzy, and steadied herself against a nearby table.
"I can't!" she cried. "I just can't!!" But then, she felt Gina's hands curve around her breasts, clinging to the full contours, the nimble fingers caught onto her protruding nipples.
Sandy shivered at the touch of the woman's hands. She wanted to cry out again, but she knew that no one was paying any attention to her protests.
"Wow!" Grover said, as Bob and Glen grunted their approval.
Gina began a light massage on Sandy's nipples and whispered to her, "What pretty breasts you have, sweetie . . ." Sandy bit her lips until they were colorless. She knew she would have to go through with it.
"Okay, Gina . . .," Grover called, "let's have a little more action over there . . . you can do better than that ..." A growl had crept into his voice as he grew more and more excited by the spectacle of the two girls in front of him. Sandy's figure was of a perfection the men sitting there had rarely seen. Her breasts were smooth and delicate in color, the softly rounded shapes of them balancing out from her slim torso created a delightful contrast. Her waist was small, almost tiny, sloping gradually out to the full blown hips. A tiny line of down hair ran from her navel to the top of her black panties where it plunged to the top of the triangular V of her exposed sex mound. Exquisitely shaped legs bulged beneath the black garter belt, set off by the mesh of the stockings Grover had sent to her.
Grover Jackson thought, while looking at her, that she was just made to be subjected to every form of lewd behavior known to him. He thought back on his previous plunder of her body and lust crept under his skin, making his huge member hard at the thought. He sat, smugly congratulating himself on getting Sandy just exactly where he wanted her. He would make her his slave, he thought and he would even make her like being one before he was done with her.
Gina guided Sandy gently to the big double bed that took up so much of the room. As Sandy turned around, the men whistled as the ample white mounds of her behind juggled nakedly as she walked, jutting forth from the parted material of the almost non-existent panties. She was unsteady on the high heels, and the whole scene now seemed a blur to her. The liquor she had consumed raced through her system, playing havoc with her senses . . . making her tremble all over.
"Fabulous!" cried Grover. "Go ahead, Gina . . . go ahead!" he ordered impatiently.
Gina first ran her soft hands over Sandy's soft, round buttocks, feeling the satiny skin of which Sandy was once so proud.
"What a prize!" Gina exclaimed, looking over at the men on the couch, standing beside Sandy at the edge of the bed still fully dressed, casually patting Sandy's contours.
"Yes . . ." Grover called out. "Don't you wish you could really do it to her?"
All the men guffawed and Sandy wept with shame . . . the idea of a lesbian coming near her made her skin crawl. And here she was being touched by one. Gina reached out and grabbed her breasts in both her hands, placing her small body squarely in front of her shapely trembling form. She stared Sandy directly in the eyes with that same, curious glint.
"Don't worry, fellas," she said. "I'll make out all right!" She began to gently push Sandy down on the bed behind her . . . "And you, my sweet," she said . . . "don't fret so . . . it's not as though you were going to be screwed by one of those dirty apes with their hard pricks . . . it's just me, Gina . . . why before you know it. . . ."
Sandy fell back on the bed and began to sob . . . "no . . . no . . ." The sound of Gina's purring whisper was making her ill. She did not want to be so close to such a creature. With that, Gina's voice became hard, and kneeling on the floor by the bed, she directed.
"Spread those legs, sweetie . . . wider!" She took Sandy's legs and began to spread them apart. "Come on ... I want to see what I'm getting in to . . . and I'm sure everyone else wants to see too!"
"Yea . . . ," sneered Grover. "Spread 'em for us, Gina . . . she's got the best little pussy this side of heaven ... I ought to know . . . right, Sandy?"
As Sandy tried to resist her legs being spread . . . Gina grew impatient and yanked them apart fiercely.
"Oh, don't," Sandy cried out in pain and humiliation at the sudden exposure of her naked loins.
"I may not look strong," Gina warned her, "but don't be fooled by appearances."
Sandy lay flat on the bed, her legs stretched wide. Her pink vaginal lips showing brightly in the patch of her soft cuntal hairs. Gina stood up looking down at Sandy's exposed tender flesh, allowing the men on the couch to get a good view.
"Soon that little pussy's going to be begging me for it," she announced proudly. She knelt down once more and removed Sandy's high heels . . . then undoing her garter belt, released the black stockings, tossing them over in the direction of her audience.
"These things are just going to be in my way," she said. She pulled down the split center panties hastily and pouncing on top of Sandy, undid her bra.
At the feel of the agile woman's frame on her, Sandy knew that she had never known such shame. This woman was going to do with her what she wished. Gina was still fully clothed and by now Sandy was stripped naked. Her skin seemed to burn at the contact of her naked flesh with the material of Gina's clothes . . . but Gina was moving all the time. She did not stay in one place long . . . she knelt on the bed between Sandy's wide spread legs and deftly ran two fingers along the inside of her vagina . . . one on either side of the delicate jutting mound of her clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhh Sandy moaned, trying to twist her body away. "The touch of Gina's fingers on her tender secret parts was offensive to her, but Gina would not allow her to escape her probing hand. She forced Sandy to lie flat again, and began a light flicking motion with her two fingers on Sandy's unprotected clitoris. At first Sandy tried to thrash about, but then she felt a woozi-ness coming over her and she began to realize that there was nothing she could do. She might as well try to get it over with as soon as possible.
Gina sensed a new attitude in Sandy . . . and said, never ceasing her relentless finger touching, "Yes, honey, relax and enjoy it . . . you'll be a good lay yet, won't you?" She continued playing with Sandy's naked vagina, now alternating with a circular motion in the crimson folds. She could feel moisture seeping up from Sandy's cunt, as in spite of herself, Sandy became aroused at the warm touching and sliding . . . the gentle pressure that never seemed to change . . . the steady building of soft sensations . . . Gina shifted and without removing her hand, began to undo her own clothes. Soon, she too was naked . . . She had a small compact body with slim hips and small pert breasts and moved in a boyish, matter of fact fashion.
The men on the couch had drawn their seat nearer by this time so as not to miss a second of the action. They had grown strangely silent now, as the show began to get more serious and they became more and more excited by the spectacle of the wiry young lesbian contrasting with the luxurious beauty of their proud, young captive. The panting of their breaths was the main sound in the room . . . and occasionally one of them would tentatively fondle his own steadily rising prick.
Sandy had kept her eyes tightly closed and she did not know that Gina had undressed until she felt the touch of the girls tiny pointed breasts on her thighs. Gina pushed herself up between Sandy's legs and brushed her breasts against her tender inner legs by moving her body slowly from side to side. As she did so, she began to massage the moistened crevice of Sandy's pussy with both her hands, gliding up and down on her moistened loins.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh . . . ," Sandy moaned. She no longer knew exactly where she was or what was happening to her ... all she knew was the sensation of what was being done to her body. One last remnant of her guilt rose in her but then Gina plunged her busy fingers into the wet opening of Sandy's slowly surrendering cunt. Even though she was already wet with the illicit thrills caused by Gina's expert hands, her inner muscles were still tightly contracted so that with the first plunge of the invading fingers, Sandy uttered a small cry of pain. But the pain abruptly abated as Gina began an insistent in and out motion, causing small sucking noises as she did so.
Her other hand went under Sandy's buttocks and slowly manipulated the lush cushions while her serpent-like tongue found the gentle indentation of Sandy's navel and performed a sensuous circular dance within its confines.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . ," said Gina, loud enough for the men to hear. "How nice you feel inside . . . just right for some nice hard prick . . . just right for my hand . . ." So saying, she added another finger to Sandy's hot, pliant opening, plunging up through the ring of flesh through the softness of her helplessly pulsating muscles.
Sandy arched her back at the pressure being forced within her. A seeping pleasure began to unfold deep in her suddenly quivering belly. To her bewildered and tormented mind, it almost seemed to stem from the very idea that she was being taken advantage of in this way . . . being forced to do these dreadful things. She began to get excited at the image of herself helpless beneath this horrid girl, nothing but an object for the delight of her evil tormentors. She began to _ flex and unflex the muscles of her legs inadvertently increasing the mounting pleasure in her loins. She was aware that her buttocks were being gently squeezed and it made her begin to push her hips further down into the soft bed at each thrust of Gina's hand.
"Now that's more like it, honey!" Gina cooed down at her tightly clenched teeth, feeling Sandy's hips jerking beneath her. "I thought that would get to you after a little bit. It didn't take too long, did it? I bet you never thought a sweet little housewife like you would go for my type, did you?" Gina's voice was low and tense, her words accented by the effort of her actions and her own excitement.
"She's getting nice and hot for you now . . . ," Gina called out. "Nice and hot. . . she'll be ready to fuck any minute now!"
Sandy let out a low helpless moan ... it was getting to be too much for her. She could barely control herself. She felt the eyes of Grover Jackson and her husband's friends on her. They were seeing all of this . . . even now when she was shamelessly undulating her naked body with longing . . . they were seeing her. Then suddenly, without warning, she no longer cared that they were seeing it all . . . she was no longer herself . . . she felt there was nothing more to her but an animal lusting and she had to give way to it!
Delightful spasms began to rack hr body as she bucked and tossed beneath the steady hand . . . the hand that seemed a part of her insides by now, so closely did it mold to the screaming contours of her aching vagina. Her legs kicked out wide and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rolling hips. The feel of Gina's tongue on her stomach was almost driving her mad. It was all so good ... so very good . . . like something she could taste. Her desire mounted and mounted. The men were now standing around the bed, fascinated by the lewd unbelievable sight taking place before them.
"Good God Grover exclaimed. "What a hot little pussy she's got!"
Sandy heard the obscene words, but they only served to increase her desire now. She felt floods of moisture seeping from between her legs and suddenly Gina's tongue was moving along her stomach . . . down . . . down further to the unbearable tension of her taut, pointed clitoris, sticking out almost begging to be touched. Gina's lips clamped around it, sucking it softly as her hand plunged in and out . . . around and up in Sandy's streaming passage.
Sandy was no longer conscious of anything other than her own needs now. She let out a low growl . . . her head tossed from side to side . . . her hands went down to Gina's curly dark head and held it . . . held it as Gina continued to lap at her steadily flowing juices ... to tantalize her demanding loins.
Gina's other hand found the opening between Sandy's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectum. She wormed it in as far as it would go . . . and this coupled with the other extreme sensations
Sandy was being subjected to added an unexpected heightening of the already unbearable tingling coursing through her body.
Gina lifted her head from its position at burning center of Sandy's widespread thighs and pulled herself up so that her face was level with Sandy's quivering breasts. Still working her hands in the two straining orifices, she managed to double Sandy's body so that she could mouth her squirming victims rosy tipped nipples.
"This is the end of me," Sandy moaned to herself. "I'll never be the same again." She felt the growing sensual delight in her loins and knew that there was nothing more in the world for her. She must have this exquisite joy. She felt as though tiny sparks were leaping from her nipples which were under attack by the kneading, sucking mouth of this perverted female. The sparks flew to her innermost parts . . . her womb . . . her quivering genitals . . . her puckering anus. She began to relish every stroke . . . every touch. She was a bundle of craving desires. She felt the smooth touch of Gina's skin all over her ... a sensation she had never felt before ... it was soft like water . . . like the water of her sex dream a few weeks ago. She knew that soon she would reach the breaking point. Her entire body felt as though it was rising up and up . . . she was soaring like a rocket, gathering momentum all the time. She could hear Gina talking and she could hear the excited voices of the men watching her . . . but she could not make out what they were saying . . . she was in a different world from theirs. Their ugliness could not touch her.
She was a wildly shooting star and soon there would be an impact and the explosion. Yes, she could feel that the explosion was on its way now. The sound of her own wailing voice reached her ears as though coming from a great distance. She was scarcely aware of her flailing arms and legs . . . her rolling, tossing body arching and contracting beneath the young girl who seemed to ride with her like a jockey on a spirited horse.
There was no more shame . . . only the glorious moment that went on and on, surging through every particle of her being. . . .
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh . . . aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-hhh . . . ," she moaned as relief and joy spread from her loins to the tips of her fingers . . . the curled tips of her toes. It went on for so long that the onlookers could not believe their eyes. Gina panted and held on to maintain her pleasure giving manipulations.
Grover held onto his rigid cock. His face was red and his breathing came in heavy gasps. He was consumed with a burning jealousy. He had never seen anything like this in his life. Certainly he had not been able to evoke such a reaction from Sandy. He wanted to make her go through the same ecstasy of wild abandon ... it must be his cock that made her lose all control. He would make her his slave if he could ... try anything until she submitted to him in this manner.
Sandy began to call out ... to babble forth words.
. .. I'm cumming. . . ." and with a piercing shriek, the final crescendo struck her like a torpedo and she felt as though she was exploding into a million flying pieces.
Finally, she lay quietly on the bed, exhausted and only semi-conscious. Tremors continued to race over her spent body. Her hair clung to her head in close ringlets. Slowly, Gina separated her own perspiration soaked body from Sandy's. The entire adventure had been more than she had expected. She picked up her clothes from the floor at the end of the bed and began to get dressed.
"Okay, fellas," she said, still out of breath. "I got her just where you want her. She ought to go for just about anything now . . . give her a few minutes anyway ..."
The men were scarcely paying attention to Gina's words. They continued to stare down at the perfection of Sandy's lust worn body spread-eagled on the rumpled bed. Each one had an image in his mind of what he would do to her. Gina quietly finished dressing and at a nod from Grover, left the room.
"And now that you're warmed up, Mrs. Luden, let's put that hot little pussy to some good use!" Grover looked down at the bed where Sandy lay moaning in the exquisite pleasure she had just experienced with Gina. "You guys give me a hand."
Bob and Glen stood on either side of the bed.
"Turn her over," Grover directed. "I want to make sure Miss High and Mighty has learned her lesson."
Sandy offered no resistance as both men flipped her over onto her stomach. She was barely conscious of what was being said.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmm-mmmmmmm..."
"I'm sorry, my dear," said Grover. "But Gina's all through for now. It's Grover's turn!" He brought his hand high into the air and brought it down as hard as he could across the soft white mounds of her upraised buttocks leaving one huge red hand print seared into her flesh.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
"Now, you little bitch, you're going to beg me for some good cock. I told you you were going to have to work harder for your reward the next time. Well, my dear, this is the next time and you are going to have to work hard to please me . . . very hard!" His hand flew up once more and gain the force of his blow sent a scream from her mouth.
"Aaagggghhhhh!" Sandy turned her head to the side and tried to reason with Grover. "Please . . . Mr Jackson, please. I've done everything you asked me to do . . . aaaaaahhhhhgggggggg!!!!!"
His hand started a relentless windmill motion on her soft flesh. He battered against her skin again and again. Sandy screamed louder and louder until Bob covered her face with a pillow to muffle her yells. She fought to free herself but she could not overcome the strength of the two men holding her prisoner. Her body writhed again and again under the vicious attack Grover was raining down on her buttocks.
"Tell me what you want Grover to do to you," he asked, leering at the helpless figure beneath him. "Tell Grover how much you want his hard cock inside you!"
Sandy tried to speak under the stifling pressure of the pillow.
"Mmmmmmllllphhhh . . . ," she gagged. Bob lifted the pillow off her face which was by now flushed a bright red with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please ... no more . . . please, you're hurting me so much . . . please stop!!"
Grover hit her again.
"You know how to stop me, baby. Beg me for it!"
"Yes, Grover," she cried. "Yes . . . please, anything you want . . . fuck me . . . take me any way you want ... I don't care . . . just stop . . . please . . . stop!"
Grover smiled in triumph at the two men on either side of Sandy. "You see," he started, "she learns her lessons very well!" He had waited for this moment for a long time. Breaking her will had been almost an obsession with him . . . and now it had happened. And in the best way . . . in front of two of her husband's associates. Now he'd show this stuck up little bitch what a real man was.
Sandy lay on the bed sobbing while Grover slowly pulled off his clothes and threw them on the chair.
Bob and Glenn reached under her limp body, each grabbing onto one of her large breasts and began kneading them with hard twisting motions. Sandy lay moaning beneath them, her mind in a daze . . . her soft white body an open invitation to their lustful desires. Her voluptuous buttocks rising above her slim waist and her long tantalizing legs.
Grover was now completely naked. He climbed on the bed behind her and spread her legs with his rough hands.
"And now, my dear, I'm going to fill that tight little box of yours!" Sandy clenched her teeth in anticipation of the painful thrust she knew he would subject her to. She wanted to make it difficult for him; but she knew she had no strength left. There was no use in trying to prolong the inevitable. They were going to use her as she had been used so many times before during the past few weeks. Let them take what they want . . . damn them! Let them tear me apart if that's what they want, she thought. She had nothing left now .. . . there was nothing more for them to take.
Grover ran his hands down the length of her body. She shivered at his obscene touch as she remembered the torture he had already put her though just a few nights ago.
Bob and Glen laughed lewdly at the thought of seeing this little number actually getting it from Grover. Sure, they had known it would happen but here they were . . . and soon it would be their turns to get into her. Both their minds burned in anticipation that had been building since they had entered the room a short time ago.
"I don't think you'll have to hold her down any longer," Grover spoke. "She knows what she has to do!"
Both men released their grip on her and stepped back to get a better view of what was about to take place. Grover let his body dr on top of hers and Sandy felt her breath force its way out of her lungs.
"Oooommmmmmmmph!" she grunted. A muffled groan escaped her lips as she felt the pressure of his rock-hardened prick stab against the tender, wet inner flesh of her thighs.
"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his stale breath blowing into her face. Sandy's mind was slow to react, but Grover had no patience with her. He grabbed the flesh behind her knees and shoved it up toward her belly.
"Perhaps you need another lesson in obedience!" he threatened.
"No . . . please . . . I'll do what you say!" Sandy pleaded.
He gazed down at the twin white mounds of her soft, quivering buttocks pointing straight up at him. His eyes burned with the hot desire welling up inside him. His balls tingled and ached and he had to hold himself back from taking her at that very moment. He had waited too long for this to have it end too quickly ... he wanted to prolong it as long as possible. She was going to be his. He was going to make the most of this. Now that he had broken her will by force again, he was after something else. She was going to want him to fuck her whether she liked it or not. He had made the physical conquest . . . now he was going to conquer her mind.
He ran his hands slowly and caressingly down the entire length of her smooth skinned back. He massaged her hips and buttocks gently for long minutes until he could feel her easing up the tension that had built up in her. His eyes watched a small amount of moisture form at the soft crevice in between her thighs as the pain eased off and she fell gently into the rhythm of the soothing touch of his massaging hands.
Grover lowered his head until he was just a few inches from the soft warmth of her pussy. His nostrils filled with the sweet womanly smell of her. He pulled he cheeks of her buttocks apart with his thumbs until he was afforded a perfect view of her soft inner flesh. He took deep breaths and blew out the air gently. The moist ringlets of hair surrounding her vagina rustled in the breeze he was creating and the cooling air rushing inside her made Sandy groan in helpless, unwanted delight.
She had been prepared for any torture to which he might force her to submit, but not tenderness. He had caught her completely off guard. Now, there was something different... he had replaced the cruel blows of a moment ago with the soft caressing touch of a lover. Sandy sighed and let her entire body go limp at this unexpected comfort.
Grover knew he had won his battle as the cheeks of her buttocks slowly relaxed. He pulled them as far apart as they would go until he could see her entire crevice open and ready before his eyes. He raised his head slowly and pressed his face into her, opening his mouth when he reached the wetness of her cunt. He held her firmly around the legs and with one quick movement, thrust the full length of his tongue deep into the fleshy confines of her vaginal canal.
Sandy gasped at the unexpected entry into her soft secret passage and jerked forward with the first spasm of pleasure that coursed through her body. Then, she pushed back to meet the warmth of his mouth. Her vaginal hps closed around his searching tongue with every push forward he made. She breathed in short, quick gasps, rolling her head from side to side as he began a sudden curling and flicking of his darting tongue.
He pushed his mouth closer and began working on her entire back passage, sucking and licking at it while her young tortured buttocks quivered and ground back at his probing face.
"Hot Damn!" Glen grunted as he watched Sandy giving in completely to Grover's lustful advances. She was really going to be ready when it was his turn.
Bob could only stare at the beautiful tossing doll on the bed. One hand found its way into his fly and he began to fondle his long hard penis. His pants were stained with a small circle of wetness that had seeped out of the red tip of his cock. He released the throbbing member from its imprisonment and began stroking the foreskin gently back and forth as he watched the two of them on the bed.
Grover worked steadily behind the kneeling Sandy . . . his tongue working fast and furious . . . plunging in and out of her with a lewd wet sucking noise with each hard thrust. He pushed his face further into her upturned crotch and began sucking and biting her until she groaned and twisted above him in a wild dance of lustful desire.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh . . . Ooooooooohhhhhh- hhh. . . ." she moaned, completely out of control now. Her leg muscles contracted around the sides of his face as he licked at her with animal-like lust until she thought she would go crazy.
Her cunt opened further and further until he could almost get most of his mouth completely inside her. Her juices slowed gently down the side of her soft inner vaginal walls and he could feel the moisture trickling down his cheeks.
Grover stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up between her exposed buttocks to the base of her spine. He knelt up behind her and Sandy quivered as she could feel the hardness of the tight-swollen head of his cock press into the split between her wide-spread thighs.
"You gonna screw her now, Grover?" Bob called out, his eyes glinting . . .
"Yes, he's gonna fuck her good!" said Glen, fingering his hardened cock. "And man, she's really ready for it!"
Grover paused at the entrance of her pussy. He could feel its warmth on the bulbous head of his cock ... its tiny contractions tickling his tight stretched skin. It felt almost like a small animal breathing against his blood-gorged member.
The smoothness of her waving buttocks brushed against his now taut belly and he could feel each gentle mound taking up its place against his flesh . . . and his cock was ready . . . ready to plunge into the heat of her loins.
Thoughts flicked quickly through his mind as he prepared to ram her. He could visualize her
. . . Sandy Luden, forever his very own plaything. He would use her for many years, he thought . . . good insurance for his old age. She had years and years of use to come, and she would still be sweet young pussy to parade in front of his friends. He would start calling her in the middle of the night, making her come to him . . . making her invent bigger and bigger lies to tell her husband.
He would make her influence Peter Luden so that he would get better and better business deals. In addition to all of that, he would make her want him and only him as he had always wanted a woman to want him.
Images of her lying on her back with her legs spread wide beneath him, moaning and groaning over and over ... in many different places . . . at many different time danced in his head.
But now, he had to enter her or his aching balls and throbbing penis would give way right there. He adjusted his large paw-like hands around her tremulous backside, and by pulling up slightly, was able to lift her entire read end, legs and all into the air. He let his prick slide deliciously along her parted vaginal lips, hearing her gasp as he did so . . . then, letting it slide back again, he once more paused at the moist, ready entrance to her vagina.
His cock jerked hungrily at the opening to this tasty morsel. Grover was in an ecstasy of anticipation. He could feel more and more moisture seeping from his victim's parted legs. A tiny drop of his own seminal fluid could be felt forcing its way to the opening in his round leathery penis.
"Yes," he said to himself. "Now!" He would have to do it now. He would have to know the feel of the inside of those soft folds, curving all around his thick cock . . . feel every tremor of her shapely body again. Know her inside and out like the back of his hand. He moaned loudly. He came the closest he had ever come to feeling something akin to tenderness, so great was his joy at the submissive girl beneath him.
He lifted her hips once more, feeling the unbearable sliding of his member between her legs again, and parting her cheeks looked at the rosy opening of her anus. Perhaps he would take her there, he thought for an instant, but then he knew he would not. He would save that for later. There was plenty of time ... all the time in the world.
Thrusting his hips forward, his enormous cock entered her vagina . . . the lips parting smoothly to allow for its entrance. He felt his prick surrounded by the tight softness of her vaginal walls. It was warm and slippery in there . . . now it was tighter . . . now it was looser as Sandy controlled her muscles letting the prick glide deeper and deeper into her soft unresisting flesh until it finally touched the tip of her cervix.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhh . . . God!" she cried at the incredible feel of the smooth leathery head touching her sensitive parts, its girth filling her entirely. It felt wonderful to her . . . especially after the brutality she had just undergone. It was a surprising sensation and because it was so unexpected, it carried with it greater pleasure.
She began to shiver and quake as Grover began a steady and slow pushing into her. The friction built along the walls of her cunt . . . built and built until suddenly, Grover pulled out of her.
"Oh, no!" she cried, in spite of herself. "Don't pull it out!"
But Grover had a sudden desire to hear her cries of anguish once more. He picked her up by the legs and held her, wheel-barrow fashion so that she had to support herself on her hands. Then, standing beside the bed, with Bob and Glen standing by appreciating every move, he pulled her legs around, leaving only her torso and supportive hands on the bed. He stood between the long and shapely legs, clasping the full round thighs in his strong tight grasp. Then he began to ram into her from his standing position.
Sandy was suddenly snapped back to the reality of her situation. This ugly man was fucking into her so hard she was racked with pain by the blows of his penis against her cervix. Each thrust pushed her face deep into the bed. She tried to hold herself up with her hands and arms, but finally gave up. Her breasts scraped into the rough covers with each move. She called out for mercy . . . but none was coming. All of her former humiliation returned as she heard the voices of the men talking to each other and egging Grover on.
"Oh, man" Glen exclaimed as he worked his thick foreskin back and forth over the tip of his swollen prick. "That's some fucking!"
"Yea!" panted Bob, taking out his own throbbing cock. "Come on, Grover, let us have some too . . ."
"Just a few more . . .," grunted Grover. ". . . just a . . . few . . . more . . . strokes . . ." With each word he worked his way deeper and deeper into the defenseless girl, tunneling into the wetness of her cunt. And each word was punctuated by a scream of pain from Sanely."
"Oh, please . . .," she called . . please . . .!"
"I think . . . I . . . can . . . get it . . . in . . . just . . . a . . . bit . . . more . . .!" With that he heaved with all his might and sent them both barreling into the bed. He fell on Sandy's flattened form with all of his weight, knocking the wind out of her so that she almost blacked out at the impact.
She felt Grover shaking and turning her with the force of his body . . . back and forth and sideways as suddenly a thick spurt of cum splashed up into her womb.
Grover cried out loudly as the final jets from his lust filled cock emptied into the depths of Sandy's cunt.
She groaned and then lay as still as she could beneath Grover's heavy bulk. She could hardly breathe. It felt as though her lungs were being crushed. Her battered vagina felt raw and torn. She realized that by fighting him, she only excited him more . . . but then it didn't seem to matter what reaction she had ... he was still determined to have his way, to make her grovel and cry as much as possible.
Grover raised his great hulk up, leaving Sandy lying there . . . her legs wide apart, his liquid orgasm streaming from the crevice between them . . . the soft rounded spheres of her buttocks exposed for all to see. Then moments later, she could feel hands on her body.
Glen had rushed forward as soon as Grover stood up and stuck his hand between Sandys legs, fingering her swollen clitoris and the tender folds of flesh surrounding it. His hand was rough and he fondled her without sensitivity, content only to feel the delicate female parts rolling between his harsh fingers.
She had hardly the time to react to this new invasion, when she felt other hands parting the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks and then a quick thrusting of fingers into her anus. She let out a hoarse cry, her throat was dry and constricted from screaming . . . her vocal chords tired from so much added stress.
"I want to get in her cunt!," she heard Glen say as the finger twisted painfully in the rubbery tightness of her rectum.
"Go ahead," said Grover. "It's been warmed up for you .... she loves it too!" He had gone into the bathroom of the hotel room and come back with a towel with which he wiped the sweat from his wet, corpulent body. No sooner had he said this, then Sandy felt the hard tip of Glen's prick pushing against her already sore vaginal slit, replacing the probing of Bob's fingers. He pushed as Sandy tried desperately to constrict. . .
"Let's get it in, baby . . . ," he grunted. "Bet you never got it from Pete this way ..." One more push and he had entered the first tight ring of muscles. His penis did not seem to be as wide as Grover's and at first Sandy thought it would not be as painful . . . but when he had reached the length of her wet passage, she realized that although he was thinner, he was much longer ... so that each thrust automatically impaled her more sharply than the last. It was to be an agony of sensations. Glen's fingers still working in her anus . . . his pounding prick tormenting her abused pussy.
Bob had worked his way around the bed to her head. He lifted her face to his and hungrily kissed her wetly on the lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She felt as though she was going to suffocate. She choked and gagged at the pain and horror of what was being done to her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Bob's hand reached under her, kneading and pulling at her breasts with savage ferocity.
The two men had watched so long that they had no interest whatever in being gentle with her. Each saw her only as the object of his lust.
Grover Jackson watched his buddies at work on Sandy's controted body. Glen was going to cum soon the way he was going at it . . . like he'd never had a woman before. Just pushing and pulling as fast and as hard as he could . . . still screwing his fingers in Sandy's voluptuous, undepended anus.
"Aaaahhhhh, baby . . . aahhh, baby . . . that's good . . .", he babbled.
Grover smiled at the sight. He had this little bitch just where he wanted her. Bob looked like he was going to tear her tits off the way he was squeezing them . . . Grover could see the hard little nipples had turned an even deeper color red. As Bob adjusted his prick in front of Sandy's face, Grover turned and went to the bar to fix himself a drink. He was well satisfied with himself. He returned to the bed to find that Bob had shoved his hardened prick into Sandy's ovalled gasping mouth and was jerking it back and forth, forcing it in and out of its soft neat confines. Her lipstick covered lips clung obscenely to it like a tight red elastic band.
The lewd noises in the room multiplied. . . . Grover sipped his drink and observed, feeling his own "deflated member begin to rise again at the obscene sight he had brought about.
Bob was kneeling on the bed in front of Sandy's face, holding onto her head so he could ram his penis deep into her throat at will. Glen was in a frenzy of lust at the feel of her pussy helpless beneath his lunging rod. He rammed her harder and harder, watching the whiteness of her flesh writhe at his every move. Her wide-stretched rectum received his fingers with small popping noises. It felt so good ... he felt like he wanted to obliterate her . . . this previously forbidden pussy was now his and he was going to get the most out of it. He could hear her trying to protest... to cry out... her sounds muffled by Bob's prick at her mouth.
"Watch out Bob," he cried. "I'm getting ready to shoot so far into her that it'll come out the other end!"
"Not unless I get to your end first!," Bob laughingly groaned and continued his plunder of the soft moist lips, crushing his cock deeper and deeper into the wet cavern of her mouth.
Sandy felt a numbness invading her . . . she was beyond pain now, beyond humiliation. She could only pray for the end of this torture. Every tender part of her body was being abused. Her breasts had been twisted everyway but loose by Bob's frantic manipulations. Her saliva flowed freely filling her mouth and throat with moisture as Bob's cock pumped in and out. She could see nothing but his hairy parted thighs and the pendulous balls that slapped beneath her chin.
Grover stood beside the bed, his member once more large and full . . . stiffened by the frenzied spectacle.
Suddenly two masculine cries rent the air as Glen reached his climax, spilling hot jets of cum into Sandy's already flooded womb, and Bob's prick poured forth a steady stream of seminal fluid deep into her gagging throat.
Both men jerked and twitched in their final spasms, pushing deep into her opened cavities, emptying their pent up fluids to the last drop.
When it was over, each of them dropped heavily away from her . . . Bob to the bed, and Glen to the floor beside it. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room.
Sandy lay panting . . . trying somehow to recover from this dual attack. The pungent taste of sperm filled her mouth . . . her vaginal walls burned and her aching womb was inundated with hot, wet pools of unwanted cum. She still lay stretched out flat on her stomach . . . her legs lying halfway on the floor. Slowly she crawled up so that all of her smarting body was once more on the surface of the bed. She curled her legs up and tried to cover herself with a piece of the crumpled bedspread. Whimpering softly, she closed her eyes tightly trying to blot out all of the ugliness around her. She felt Bob leave the bed and then she heard the voices of the men coming from the bathroom.
They were congratulating themselves heartily on their conquest of her body . . . that body that was once so sweetly innocent.
There was the sound of the shower's watery splash coming from the bathroom, mixed with the laughter of the men. Her ravaged body was sore all over. She tried to shut out the sounds in the room as well as the sights by covering her ears with her hands.
She had incorrectly assumed that all of the men were occupied elsewhere and would no longer bother with her. She thought that it was all over and that her tormented flesh could at last rest.
But suddenly she was aware of something touching her foot. It was a hand . . . Grover Jackson's hand. He pulled at her foot, making her slide down on the bed and then he turned her over on her back. She looked up and saw nothing but his huge cock standing stiffly up in front of him and over that his leering face looking down at her. She no longer cared. She could not bring herself at this point to care what he was going to do to her. The absurdity of her situation was unbelievable . . . she tried to convince herself that none of this was really happening ... it was all a bad dream of hell.
But Grover Jackson's hard cock was no dream as he unceremoniously rammed into her bruised and battered pussy.
"Ooooooh, baby," he cried and fell upon her once more flattening her breasts beneath his hairless chest. He executed several brutal movements in the soft distended flesh between her thighs, then slowly began a rhythmic movement into her.
Sandy lay under him . . . hating him in spite of her efforts to remain emotionless.
"Remember this prick, Mrs. Luden," he said . . . "this is the prick to remember. This is the one you're going to be getting a lot of!"
The loathsome words kindled in Sandy a spark of something she could not at first define. She thought to herself, "Yes, I deserve this ... all of it . . ." All that was happening to her was her punishment for her wrongdoing. The burning cock deep in her loins gathered momentum and the pain began to turn to pleasure . . . the perverse pleasure she felt at being totally at the mercy of this wicked man.
Grover Jackson's enormous cock churned within her and she felt an overwhelming surge of lust at the image of herself pressed under her lascivious tormentor. She began to feel it getting better and better in spite of herself. In spite of all the humiliation she had been through, something else rose within her . . . and it was pure salacious and obscene pleasure mounting steadily at each touch of Grover's throbbing penis scraping and rubbing at her cervix.
She let it come, unable to do anything to stop it . . . all pain was gone. Her head rolled in ecstasy . . . her mouth hung open and she babbled incoherently.
Grover could feel her begin to undulate her buttocks in a circular motion. Her grasping pussy held his cock, sucking and contracting as though to swallow him whole. Her legs kicked out to the sides and wrapped passionately around his pounding hips as she struggled desperately to get closer, to get more of him inside her. She just wanted to feel herself ravaged . . . split . . . plundered by this giant shoving prick so that she could release the flood of orgasm again ticking like a time bomb within her.
It came suddenly and with astounding force.
As she felt Grover stiffen above her and give way to his own tumultuous climax. He let go all his jizzum with a low rutting grunt as Sandy moaned, wallowing in abandoned sensual delight . . . her eyes tightly closed . . . tiny white lights sparking all around the blackness in her head. Her wild desire had been satisfied by the thick cudgel of Grover Jackson's flailing rod of flesh.
She sank back at the thrills of excitement ebbed from her loins. She turned her head toward the bed and lapsed into a stupor. But before she did so, she once more knew the deep burning shame and horror of what had happened. It seemed to cancel out any pleasure she had managed to attain.
Grover withdrew his limp penis from Sandy's spent loins. He showered and dressed quickly, leaving the hotel room a happy satisfied man, along with Bob and Glen who had similar smirks of contentment on their faces.
An hour or more passed before Sandy came back to her senses. She left the disgustingly dirty bed and after washing her abused body, she hastily put on the clothes she had brought along with her and stole out of the room. She felt dirty and cheap.
People in the lobby of the hotel seemed to stare at her as if they knew what had been happening to her. And even if they didn't know. Sandy thought, she knew . . . and that was more than enough to have to live with.
She was glad it was dark when she got outside so she would not have to face the bright glare of sunlight. A glance at her watch told her that Peter would surely be asleep by the time she reached home.
She hailed a cab and sitting in a daze all the way, finally reached the station where, bedraggled and completely without hope for her salvation, she caught the last train for home.
Chapter Nine
Sandy had had enough. There was no longer any need for her to pretend to herself that she could get out her situation honorably. She was nothing but a bundle of nerves. Everything in her house seemed to conspire to remind her of her original infidelity and her subsequent adulteries. How had she ever begun this? She had never before even dreamed of the existence in the world of monstrous people like Grover Jackson . . . and now here she was deeply involved with him.
It took her several days to recuperate from the encounter in the hotel. Even though her body had healed, she still felt ugly and dirty. She had moments when she almost wanted to destroy the voluptuous body that continued to inspire her attackers to scenes of such lustful depravity.
She realized finally that Grover Jackson must be destroyed ... at any cost. And even if it meant destroying herself. She had cast about in her mind so many times for an answer . . . any answer . . . and now, she thought she had one.
She knew that Peter had power enough in town to destroy Grover. Well, she would see to it that just that very thing happened. She decided to arrange it so that Peter would catch them together in the midst of one of the evil scenes he was so fond of organizing. It was just too bad that she would also be ruined. Any hopes of a future happy life with Peter would be shattered. But the way she felt, it seemed as though she deserved punishment . . . even as great a punishment as that for her sins.
She set the wheels of her plan into action. First, she went downstairs and informed Ruth and Martha that they could both have the following day off as she wanted some time to be alone in the house. Both women had worked extra days since Sandy's "illnesses" began a few weeks ago and were more than happy to have a day off.
"Are you sure you'll be all right alone?" Martha had asked.
"Yes," Sandy answered, "I have a friend coming over to keep me company." She went back upstairs and called information.
"Directory assistance," the operator answered.
"Would you please give me the number of Jackson Food Stores" Sandy asked. "I want the number of the executive offices." She dialed the number the operator gave her.
"Jackson Enterprises!" the voice on the other end of the line said.
"Yes, would you please connect me with Mr. Grover Jackson. Tell him it's Mrs. Peter Luden." She waited for a few moments, her plans running carefully through her mind.
"Well, Mrs. Luden," she heard Grover saying, "how nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?"
Sandy hesitated . . . but only for the briefest second.
"Grover, I just called to apologize for the way I've been acting ... I realize now that you were right all along." She almost gagged on the words, but she knew she would have to be convincing. He must not suspect her real motives for the call.
"I thought I might be able to make it up to you in some small way. Perhaps you would like to come over to the house for . . . "Tea" tomorrow?"
Grover was silent for a minute.
"Just the three of us?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, no," Sandy answered. "Peter will be out of town over the weekend, and the servants have the day off tomorrow. It will just be the two of us. Now that we understand each other, I thought we could get better acquainted."
"That sounds just fine!" Grover answered in triumph.
"Good . . . shall we say around three o'clock?"
"Three o'clock it is!"
"Until then," Sandy whispered provocatively.
"Good-bye . . . Mrs. Luden . . ."
Sandy hung up the phone and smiled to herself. She had been sure he could not resist her advances ... his ego was too big not to swallow the bait.
She went to the closet and pulled out the box she had hidden there . . . pleased that she had not had the opportunity to destroy the obscene clothing. It would come in handy now. All she had to do was wait for tomorrow afternoon.
That evening, she was especially tender with
Peter. She knew that perhaps this was the last evening she would spend with him. She dressed in one of his favorite dresses and had a special dinner prepared for them. They spent a quiet evening together reading and listening to music in the study and she was glad that they were happy ... at least she would have this to remember.
The next morning, Sandy awoke from her troubled sleep to find herself alone in the house. Peter had left early for work and Ruth and Martha would not be in today. She went downstairs to have some breakfast, but found she had no appetite. She paced around the living room trying to occupy her mind, but her thoughts turned only to the afternoon. She began to doubt that she would be able to go through with it. She wanted to pick up the phone and cancel everything . . . cancel the horror that the afternoon would bring but she knew it was the only way out of her completely hopeless predicament.
She went upstairs and soothed herself in the tub. Her skin tingled at the soft touch of the oiled water, but she was unable to forget for even a brief moment.
Her eyes constantly glanced at the clock as the minutes dragged by. It was only noon, but she felt she might as well prepare herself. She carefully dressed the way she knew Grover would want her to.
Sandy put on the obscene under clothing she had been forced to wear to the hotel that terrible afternoon and then added a revealing chiffon peignoire to the costume.
She went back downstairs and mixed herself a drink to relax her nerves. Her hands shook as she put the ingredients into the blender, and then poured it into a glass. She took long sips from it, and the rum soothed her trembling body.
The minutes turned into hours, until at last it was time for Grover to show up. Three o'clock came and went and Sandy began to doubt that he would come. Perhaps he had seen through her phony invitation . . . perhaps he knew what she was up to. If he didn't come, she would be right where she had been for weeks. Where was he? . . . why was he so late?
Sandy jumped as she heard the front door bell ring. She put her glass down and rushed to the door. She stopped for a moment in front of it to compose herself. She opened the door slowly and smiled at Grover.
"Come in," she said smiling seductively, opening the door wider for him. "You're a little late."
"I would say your invitation was a little late, my dear lady. We should have been doing this years ago."
He walked over to the sofa and relaxed into it as though he owned it.
"May I get you a drink?" Sandy offered. "Bourbon, isn't it?"
"It sure is, baby!" Grover answered, now overly confident.
Sandy poured him a large drink from the bar and brought it to him. He reached up and took the drink from her and with his other hand pulled her down to him. He lifted his face to hers and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her warm mouth. Sandy returned the kiss as if she meant it. His free hand roamed across her body and found one of her protruding nipples.
"Take ii easy, Grover ... a girl likes to go slow and easy for a while, you know."
"I know just about all there is to know about women, baby!" he answered smugly. "You should know that by now!"
"Oh, I do, Grover . . . I do . . ."
She sat down next to him and picked up her drink.
"A toast to us!"
Grover took a long gulp from his glass and set it down. He leaned over to her and his hands began searching under her negligee for her private parts. He grabbed both her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead persistently. He forced his mouth down on hers and sucked and probed into her mouth as if he were already down between her legs and it were her vagina.
Sandy leaned back on the sofa and secretly disgusted, allowed him his every wish. She would give in to every move as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Her hands went around his back and she massaged him gently as he continued his crude love-making. He let one of his hands travel the length of her body until it at last reached the soft, resi-lient pubic bush between her thighs. He could feel her exposed cunt where it protruded from the opening in the black panties.
"I'm glad you like the things I picked out for you," he said lustfully as one thick finger worked its way inside her vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm. . . .," she sighed as she felt his stiff digit digging inside her. "Ooooooo-hhhhhhhh ... it feels so good in my pussy that way..."
Sandy pulled her arm from around his back and let it fall to the bulge rising in his pants. Her hand began caressing his crotch, pushing in and down on it. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper on his pants until she finally managed to pull it down. She reached inside his pants and released his stiffening prick from the confining material . . . wrapping her fingers around the tip of it. Slowly pulling back the foreskin, she began a slow up and down motion as she gently pushed him back so she was free to replace her hand with her tongue moistened lips.
Grover sucked in his breath as he felt the warmth of Sandy's mouth cover his hard prick like a wet fur lined glove. His hands wrapped in her hair and pushed her face down until she could feel the cold metal of his zipper on her cheeks.
"Oh, yea . . . suck it, baby . . . suck it good! . . ." he groaned as she swallowed him up.
Sandy worked her way off the sofa until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She continued sucking as her hands reached up and undid his belt and the top of his pants. He lifted up slightly and she pulled his pants down past his knees. He was working himself into a frenzy and helped her by pushing his shorts down . . . he began lifting up to meet her mouth with every dive she made down his long shaft.
Sandy worked her hands under his thighs and set one hand working on his large balls, kneading them gently while the other probed and scratched at the sensitive area between his sac and his rectum.
"Oh, baby," he hissed. "You have learned your lesson well . . . oh, yeah, . . . real well. . . ."
His hands reached down and once again he grabbed onto her taut nipples sticking out of the lewd black lacey bra.
"Come on, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Let's get out of these clothes . . . we have a lot to catch up on!"
Sandy made one more dive down his rock-hard cock until she had all of it in her saliva filled mouth and then pulled off quickly making a loud smacking sound with her lips. She looked at him invitingly.
"Let's go where we'll be more comfortable," she said taking his hand and leading him toward the stairs.
When they got to the bedroom, Grover ripped off his clothes as quickly as he could. Sandy smiled to herself ... it seems the positions are reversed, she thought. She had him right where she wanted him.
Grover pulled back the bedclothes and jumped into the bed. "Hmmm," he crooned, "right in old Peter's bed. This'll be good."
Sandy began taking off her outfit slowly . . . one piece at a time, teasing him with every gesture.
First came the peignoir which she let slip off her shoulders to the floor. She reached back and undid the bra and threw it to him where he lay on the bed. He picked it up and playfully kissed the holes where her nipples had just been. She slipped off the panties letting them hang on one foot and kicked them to him. He grabbed them and took a deep wiff of the womanly smell that seeped out of them.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he whispered, "that's good! Nice and young and sweet!"
Sandy stood in front of him wearing just the stockings and garter belt.
"How would you like it, Grover? With or without the stockings?" As she spoke, her hands travelled up and down the luscious curves of her body stopping at the vital places for brief moments and fondling herself obscenely while he watched, his lust growing larger every second.
She walked slowly over to the foot of the bed and stood, legs spread, in front of him. Grover crawled to the edge of the bed and turned over on his back ... his face looking directly up at her waiting vagina. Sandy spread her legs and bent her knees slightly until her vaginal lips were touching his face. Grover opened his mouth wide, letting most of her soft downy pussy slip into his mouth. He clampedd his teeth sharply around her sensitive skin.
"Nnnnnnnnngggghhhh . . .," she cried out in pain.
He reached up and spread the soft skin surrounding her cunt until her inner vaginal walls were nakedly exposed to him. He lifted his face slightly and dug his nose deep inside her, breath- ing in her pungent odors . . . while his tongue lapped up at her open loins.
Sandy moaned above him and ground her body hard into his face. Grover sucked and bit at her cunt as she reached down to his chest and grabbed his small nipples and dug her nails into them. She could feel him buck and jerk at the pain, but he was imprisoned by the weight of her body on his face. He freed his hands from between her legs and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her down on top of him. Her face fell forward directly into his hot groin and he pushed his stiff member into her mouth. . . .
"If it's rough you want baby . . . it's rough you'll get!" she heard him say in a muffled voice from between her thighs.
He lifted his legs and wrapped them around her neck forcing her ovalled lips all the way down his long shaft. Sandy gagged at the unexpected invasion of her mouth but only hesitated for a second before she got over her revulsion and began to suck at him with slow sensuous deliberation.
Grover went back to work on her warm Vee, spreading her legs apart with his hands until she thought she would split up the middle. Both their mouths worked furiously at each other filling the room with lewd, smacking noises. Grover worked one finger up the smooth, warm crevice of her buttocks and groped for the tight puckered opening of her unprotected anus. His finger found the soft wrinkled hole it was searching for and prodded at it . . . first gently and then with such a force that he penetrated it up to the first knuckle.
"Uuunnnnggghhhhh!" Sandy cried out as searing pain rushed through her body once more . . . but she didn't stop him. She would just have to endure it.
Grover forced his finger the rest of the way into her tightly clenched rectum, twisting it back and forth. His mouth continued its relentless pursuit into her moist open pussy while he worked his finger in and out of her tight rear passage.
Sandy worked on his prick while he fitted another finger into her back passage. She mentally begged for the strength to be able to bear the pain. She remembered only too well when Victor had taken her that way.
By this time, Grover was no longer content to be sucking her between the legs. He could think only of getting into her tight little anus. He rolled her off of him and pulled his swollen prick out of her mouth. Pulling his fingers out of her rear, he said, "Come on, baby ... on the floor." Sandy obeyed without question and got off the bed.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. She assumed the animal-like position and Grover knelt directly behind her. He took his blood-flushed prick in his hand and guided it to the opening between the soft domes of her ass ... the huge tip separating the full rounded cheeks as he pushed to meet her.
Sandy gasped as she realized they were directly beside the full length mirror she used for dressing and they were both afforded a perfect view of Grover's cock pushing into her.
"This is better than I expected, baby " he boasted. "Nothing I like better than a good view of what's going on!" He gave a sharp push forward and his cock, already slippery from Sandy's saliva, slipped a full inch into her tightly clenched rectum.
Sandy grunted and jerked forward, trying to escape his sharp attack, but he held her steady. He reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, and with one quick movement, pulled her back, forcing his long cock all the way into her tightly resisting hole.
Sandy screamed ... a long wailing scream as Grover's thighs smacked into the soft flesh of her upturned buttocks. Grover groaned in ecstasy as he felt his throbbing cock being squeezed by the strong muscles of her anal passage. It had been a long time since he had had a woman like this, and he knew he would have to make the best of it as quickly as he could for he already felt his balls building up to the finish.
Pulling out of her slightly, he looked into the mirror to see their lewd reflection. He could see his long hard shaft partially engulfed in Sandy's quivering flesh. Her face twisted in pain as she thrashed her entire body around. Grover knew he didn't even have to move any more ... she would make him cum with her gyrating body alone. His eyes remained glued to their reflection as Sandy bucked and jerked under him. His cock throbbed and ached inside her until he thought he would burst.
Finally, he could stand no more and began fast sharp jabbing motions into her. By the time he had plunged into her five more times, his cock was swollen beyond anything he had ever seen. He pushed his way into her as far as possible . . . until there was not a fraction of an inch between his thighs and her ass . . . and with a deep-throated groan shot long hot spurts of cum far up into her white, quivering belly.
Sandy felt the warmth of his fluid fill her entire insides as she collapsed under him . . . completely exhausted by the excruciating pain he had caused her. As she fell forward, Grover's still spurting cock slipped out of her back passage and the last of his semen spat out lewdly onto her back.
"Oh God, that's good!" he groaned. "That's the best yet!" he said dropping down to the floor next to her. He turned her face to his and dug his tongue deep into her throat.
Sandy was still gasping for breath and she gagged as he cut off her flow of air.
"Please, Grover," she gasped. "Let me relax for a while."
"Sure baby," he answered, "sure. We got lots of time!" He got up from the floor and went into the bathroom. Sandy could hear him urinating in the John and fiddling around in the medicine cabinet.
She glanced quickly at the clock . . . 4:15 . . . Peter would be home in less than an hour. He always came home early on Friday nights to avoid the rush from the city. Soon it would all be over . . . she rolled over on her back and breathed a great sigh of relief. Grover stood in the door to the bathroom and misunderstood h sigh. He of course assumed it was a gesture of her rapture with his lovemaking. His cock trembled as he looked at her for he had decided what he would next do to her submissive body. He approached her, holding behind his back the plastic hair brush he had found in the bathroom cabinet.
He positioned himself on the floor next to her prone form. One hand began to stroke her long and shapely thighs . . . then the flat of his hand began to brush across her luxurious growth of soft pubic hair. He pulled backwards with his hand so that her soft, pink vaginal slit was stretched tight, the point of her clitoris stood out from the surrounding hairs pushing up through the flushed pink of her genital folds.
Sandy lay still wondering just what he had in mind, but determined to get through it. . . whatever it might be. Grover transferred the brush to his right hand and gleefully began to tickle her exposed clitoris with the bluntly rounded handle. Sandy jumped at the cold contact of the plastic. She knew immediately that it was some foreign object, and tried to raise herself so that she could see what it was.
Grover pushed her back down with his shoulder. He sat there, fascinated by the reactions of her pussy to the brush handle. He moved it back and forth in the gentle hills and valleys of her cunt. Now sideways . . . now up and down with the flat of the smooth handle. He watched as her pussy began to seep moisture onto the brush. The clear plastic was covered with a slippery milky film.
Sandy began to moan and twist and turn with the unexpected pleasure the object was giving her as he began to rub it back and forth furiously, creating a heated friction that almost drove her mad . . . then, without warning, he plunged the handle directly into her vagina where it rapidly disappeared up to the hilt.
Sandy's body arched at the force of the thrust . . . but the sensation it gave her was startlingly exciting. The old feeling of being used welled up inside her, becoming twisted in her mind with a masochistic pleasure. She felt the brush being savagely shoved back and forth and with each push her inner muscles pulsated wildly to the slippery movements of the handle. Any disgust she might ordinarily have felt at the obscenity being performed on her body was changed to rapture as she was transported to greater and greater heights by the alien touch of the brush.
Grover continued, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Sandy's twitching and trembling legs . . . the appearing and disappearing brush handle, sliding in and out of her straining pussy.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he crooned to her. "You should see how it looks from here . . . quite a sight ... I had no idea you'd like that so much!" He could feel Sandy's body tense as she began to reach a climax brought on by his plunder. Just asshe was about to cum, he rapidly withdrew the brush from her wet, clinging in-sides.
He stood over her, looking down at her voluptuous curves and her beautiful white skin set off by the dark rug. She was completely his now . . . there would be no more trouble from her. She would come whenever he called ... do anything he asked ... no resistance ... no fighting . . . no tears . . . just submission to his desires.
In her daze, Sandy reached up from her prone position and grabbed the bulbous end of his penis. She pushed the foreskin back over the tip and Grover sucked in his breath at this touch. He put his hands out to her and helped her up. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard, he walked her backward until she felt her back bump into the wall. Grover continued kissing her as his hands once again found her now lust-hardened nipples and began kneading them. He spread her legs open with his knee and pushed his hard thigh up against her soft, warm sex. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth ... his hands worked constantly at her tingling nipples . . . and his leg pressed into her pussy causing waves of pleasure to run up and down the length of her quivering body.
She could feel his rubbery cock gaining in firmness as it slowly stood up against her leg. He pressed in even tighter against her and began to rub his prick against the softness of her thigh. Sandy could feel her body trembling all over now . . . she had yet to cum and Grover working on every part of her body was about to accomplish just that.
Deep inside her quivering body, she felt her climax begin ... at first it was just a small wave of sensual pleasure that grew with every second . . . but then, she felt the explosion deep inside her womb and the dam burst. Her moisture flowed out of her and she groaned in ecstasy as
Grover could feel her cum running wetly down his leg. But . . . she wasn't through . . . there was more . . . more to come . . .
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh, yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . ooooohhhhhhhh, yes . . .," she moaned as her pleasure built to greater and greater heights ...
Grover put his other leg between her thighs and pushed his hot fleshy rod hard up against her flowing pussy. Sandy almost swooned at the feel of the hardness against her sensitive loins. Grover released one of her nipples and took hold of his prick and guided it into her gasping vagina. He allowed just the head to enter her and rotated his hips so it would touch against the walls of her cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... it feels so good ...," she hissed, temporarily forgetting her mission.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked her. "Tell me what you want!"
"I want to be fucked!!" she cried out. "I want your cock inside me . . . Fuck me . . . ," she screamed. ". . . fuck me hard! . . ."
Grover continued to tease her with just the tip of his throbbing member. Sandy tried to push against him ... to get him deeper inside her but he held her fast against the wall . . . imprisoned by the weight of his large frame. He bent down slightly and began taking sharp bites at the tips of her full breasts. He continued asking her, "What do you want, baby? . . . what do you want Grover to do? . . . ask me for it, baby . . . ask for it!"
"Oh God," she cried out. "I want you to fuck me ... I want to feel you ramming your big cock into my cunt ... I want to feel you cun in me ... I want to cum all over you . . . fuck me . . . push farther in me . . . please . . . now!"
Jackson grinned victoriously and rammed himself as deeply as he could into her . . . Sandy screamed half with pleasure and half with the pain caused as she was slammed against the wall. Grover pulled out slowly and then pushed his way back in. Sandy could feel herself melting all around the thick cudgel invading her cunt which offered no resistance to his attack . . . she was well lubricated with her own juices.
Grover could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on his cock as if it wanted to eat him alive . . . She opened herself wide with each of his forward thrusts and then held him tight as he pulled back out. They repeated their sensual motions in a rhythmic pattern that made them seem more like a well oiled machine than two human forms coupled in sex.
Sweat poured down their backs and the wall paper behind Sandy developed a circle of moisture from their perspiring bodies.
Images flashed through Sandy's mind as she coupled her hungering body with Grover's. The combination of lust and hatred in her mind conspired to drive her crazy. The mixed emotions made her behave like a mad woman. All the repulsion she felt toward this crude gross man churned inside her and became an overwhelming craving for satisfaction from his greedy prick. The idea that this would be the last time . . . that this would be the finish of Grover Jackson made her even more abandoned. What joy to let him think he was using her . . . when in fact she was leading him into a trap from which there was no escape . . . for either of them . . .
She felt the wall slamming into her back as her body bounced back and forth between it and Grover's hard protruding belly, which slapped against her stomach with each thrust of his cock inside her. Over his shoulder, she could see her crumpled marital bed. Soon it would be all over . . . she wondered if she would ever sleep in that bed again. The probing deep inside her vibrating pussy once more began to shatter all thought. .. .
"Oh, God" she groaned, as she was buffeted back and forth.
The demands of her tormented flesh rose again from the pit of her being, begging for more and more of the steady thrusts. She felt inhuman . . . she would have no peace until she had put out this sparkling flame of want that taunted her.
"More! More!" she cried, thrusting her hips out further still to meet his thrust. She rotated her pelvis so that she could catch the side angles from his cock.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as the big prick touched the sides of her vaginal walls from the new angles she had created. Her hands clawed at his back to keep from falling as she lifted her legs high off the floor and wrapped them around his torso.
Still he pressed on into her, deeper still now that her legs were wide spread and clamped around his back. Sweat poured from him as he tore into her like a great bull in mating season. He lowered his hands so that they cupped und
Sandy's gyrating buttocks. He allowed his fingers to slip into the crevice of her ass, and parted the sensual cheeks. He lifted her up still further in the air and plunged her down again on his fat cock. As she landed, skewered to the hilt, he shoved a finger from each hand into her an is. Sandy gasped and wiggled more as she felt the penetration of her rear end . . .
Grover could feel the friction of his own prick moving against his fingers through the thin inner wall between her vaginal passage and her tight and straining rectum.
Sandy's breath was coming in raw gasps and the building intensity in her belly grew at a maddening pace. Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Small rivulets of perspiration ran down the back of her neck and down between the cleft of her globular breasts. Her nipples brushed and scraped along Grover's chest. She began to beg for it to be harder . . . then faster . . . her eyes were glazed with a film of lust and she stared, unseeing into space.
She began to emit a long low gurgle that started deep in her throat, sounding like a wildcat in heat. The gurgle became a wail of wanton abandon as the prick pounding on her inner walls seemed to catch fire and ignite every particle of flesh within her throbbing pussy.
She was all flames as she came . . . with what seemed to be every centimeter of her squirming body. She was cumming deep in her anus, in circular rotations spiraling in her cunt . . . with tingles of excitement zig-zagging across her belly, shooting in and out and around in her convulsing womb. Each contraction brought more pleasure as she ground herself down on Grover's huge driving cock. Her breasts ached from the spreading orgasm invading the tight hard nipples.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh . . . ," she crooned, undulating and quaking all over. "Cum in me . . . cum in me . . ."
She wanted to be filled with his lewd sperm, filled until her tortured womb could contain no more. At these words, Grover, no longer able to control himself, released a hot, scalding stream of sperm deep into her soft white belly. His knees weakened as all his strength spurted up into the secret folds of Sandy's womb. As they twitched and panted with their final spasms, he lowered their heated bodies down to the soft carpet of the bedroom floor.
They both lay exhausted for a few moments. Sandy fell back, spread-eagled on the carpet, a smile of bliss on her face . . . and Grover lay face down, heaving great breaths of air beside her.
Sandy stirred after a short while and started with alarm. She looked up quickly at the clock on the night table ... 5 o'clock ... if she was going to arrange the scene the way she wanted, she would have to work quickly.
Her mind was crystal clear as she went to work on Grover. She knew just what she would have to do. At first she was worried that she could not arouse Grover again . . . but she underestimated the lascivious nature of the man.
She bent over him, and turned him on his back on the floor. She smiled sweetly down at him, saying, "Grover... what a wonderful man you are..."
"I was wondering when you would begin to realize that. . . .," he answered smugly.
Sandy bent down still further and began to trace her tongue along his fat stomach. Down and down she went until she reached the end of his flaccid prick. Taking it carefully into her mouth, she began to suck on it softly. Soon it began to take form in her elastic lips. She sucked harder and harder . . . then voraciously, letting her cheeks hollow and fill with the growing bulk.
Soon it was at its full size and Sandy's mouth struggled to contain the enormity of it. When it was just as she wanted it, she stopped. . . . "Oh, baby . . . don't stop now . . . ," groaned Jackson.
"No . . .," said Sandy. ". . . now you do me a little ..."
She lay back on the floor . . . her long well tapered legs spread wide allowing her golden pussy to gape wide in a lewd invitation to Grover. He took one long look at the moist exposed flesh . . . the tiny clitoris sticking Out from the rest of her tempting mound and fell upon her with his mouth like a savage from the jungle.
He sucked at her wickedly, moving his head back and forth like a great dog. Sandy felt him take her clitoris between his teeth and nibble it, making it swell still more . . . the warm wetness of his mouth on her genitals sent a shiver of disgust through her.
Then she heard the car . . . and at the first sound of it, she clamped her legs around Grover's head forcing his mouth further into her open receptive pussy . . . thereby effectively covering his ears as Peter pulled into the driveway directly beneath the bedroom window.
Sandy's heart began to pound wildly. The moment was approaching now ... She thought about the saying that one's life passes before you in moments of great danger . . . and indeed, she could recall most of her happiest moments with Peter.
But these thoughts were brief ... as Grover's hard searching tongue was still licking at her furiously. She looked down at his shaking head with loathing, and said, "Come Grover... come to me..."
Grover looked up at her smiling, angelic face . . . his own face dripping with her viscous fluids. He thanked his lucky stars for the break that had brought this sweet bitch his way . . . and bringing himself up between her out stretched legs, entered her waiting cunt with a hard strong pressure.
Sandy moaned and began furiously working her hips on his pushing cock. He shoved into her churning cunt five times ... six times
And at the enticement of her words, Grover felt himself, once more being rent apart by the sweetness of the feel of her cunt surrounding his burrowing prick . . . her muscles working at him . . . her ass moving beneath him, squirming up to meet his very thrust.
It would not be long now, Sandy knew. She turned her head in time to see the doorknob of the bedroom door turning . . . and with that she gave a squeeze to Grover's pendulous balls, bringing his climax to a surging peak.
Grover cried out loudly at the acute pleasure just as the door opened and Peter, totally unsuspecting, entered saying, "Darling, I've got a surprise for .... !"
Chapter Ten
The following afternoon, Peter and Sandy sat in comfortable lounge chairs on the back terrace of their home. Before them sloped the well cared for grounds of the estate. The sun shone brightly on them, warming their bodies as they sipped iced-coffee from tall glasses.
". . . so you see, my darling," Peter said reproachfully, "it was foolish of you to think that I would not understand your needs. I know full well that J have been unable to give you the physical satisfaction you need . . ." He paused, sighing, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip from the cooling liquid."... only too well..
Sandy blushed, keeping her eyes lowered. Peter continued.
"You are a normal, healthy girl, my love. There is nothing wrong in that. I only wish you had come to me long ago . . . long before any of this started."
He reached over and took her hand in his. Sandy looked at him adoringly. She had never dreamed that she would ever have Peter's love again, once he found out about her misadven- tures. Instead, he had reacted totally differently from what she had expected. He had forced a shocked and surprised Grover Jackson to surrender the photographs to him, and had kicked him out of the house, hurling threats of what he was about to do to the terrified man as he scuttled away.
Then Peter had thrown all of the photographs into the incinerator, sight unseen.
It was too good to be true . . . and yet it was true. Peter not only still loved her, but he understood the torment she had been going through all this time.
He had made several long distance telephone calls that morning . . . the first was to arrange a long holiday in the Bahamas for the two of them. The rest were made to well placed friends at the stock exchange and various other business men in the area, including some who had their offices out of town. It was an easy thing to spread the rumours about mismanagement at Jackson Enterprises.
Grover had manipulated too many factors, over-extended himself in too many areas, and Peter Luden knew it.
Stock in Grover's company instantly began to fall and by afternoon, the bottom had dropped out and major stockholders in the company began pounding at Jackson's door. His phones rang persistently . . . they were all demanding a thorough investigation of the books. By that evening, Peter knew that Grover would be packing his bags in the knowledge that a court order for seizure of the books would be out.
There were going to be a lot of people after his hide . . . there was nothing for him to do but flee. His biggest mistake had been in thinking that in addition to manipulating his business dealings, he could also manipulate Peter Luden's wife.
"If you had only come to me," Peter continued, "I could have arranged something. I guess I've been trying to gather up the courage to tell you that all this time. There are just too many opportunists around, my darling . . . just waiting for a chance to pounce on a sweet young thing like yourself. A young, frustrated woman . . . and I might add, one with a wealthy husband. The combination is just irresistible to a certain kind of man!"
"Oh, Peter!" Sandy sobbed softly. "I've been such a fool! If I had had any sense, I would have realized that you would know how to help me somehow ... I was just so confused . . ."
Peter leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, inhaling the fresh fragrance of her perfume.
"Well," he said sternly, "from now on, if you find someone you think . . . well, that you think you'd enjoy having an affair with . . . you must let me know."
"Yes Peter," Sandy said, not quite understanding.
"And then," he continued, "I can check him out. Make sure he's all right . . . not someone who will take advantage of you ... of us!"
Sandy rose from her chaise and went to him. She sat on his lap and threw her arms about his neck, feeling deep love for him emanating from her being. Peter enfolded her in his arms and held her to him tenderly.
"Oh, my darling!" she cried tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, "Yes, I promise ... I always will ... I promise!"
