"It's happening again," Robert Simmons said to his sister, Peggy. "Come on. Don't you want to see what it is? Can't you hear it?"
Blonde-haired Peggy Simmons perked up her ears a bit, and then, she could hear it. There was a loud cracking sound, followed by a groan. When she heard it again, she knew that it was the sound of something hitting naked flesh.
Her older brother took her by the hand and led her out of her bedroom and down the hall, where the noise was coming from.
"Look," she said to him, as she pointed to her parents' bedroom door.
Whatever was happening, they knew, was happening behind that door. That was where the cracking sound had been coming from all along.
Robert went over and pushed the door open slowly, just a bit, then looked in.
He couldn't believe what he saw in front of his eyes.
His mother, Judy, was tied down to the bed, and naked. Her wrists seemed to have been bound tightly, and her ankles were, too. Robert had never seen his mother completely naked before, and he was starting to get hard looking at her large tits, heaving up and down, and from looking at her spread cunt.
"Let me see," Peggy whispered, and she pushed her way over.
When she looked in, the first place that she looked was toward the dresser. She could see her father, Sam, leaning back against the dresser. He was completely naked, and it was the first time that she had ever seen his cock hard. It looked so big and thick, and something was happening to her inside as she watched it.
When she saw her father pick up the whip and lash it out at her bound mother, she understood just what that cracking sound was after all.
Her father was whipping the poor woman, and her mother seemed like she was in pain.
As Peggy and Robert both tried to get a better look, they hardly even realized how much they were pushing the door open. Suddenly, they had pushed too much, and the door flew open all the way.
Their father looked over at them, and the look on his face was anger.
"You little bastards," he screamed. "Can't a person have any privacy in this fucking house? You snooping little shitheads."
And then, he was running after them, the whip flying in the air...
CHAPTER ONE
"How do you like the stew?" Judy Simmons asked her family, after they had had enough time to taste it and make some kind of judgement.
"Not bad," her older boy, Robert said, and he ate some more.
"Yeah, mom, it's pretty good," Peggy, her daughter, added.
Judy looked at her husband, Sam. It was really Sam whose opinion she wanted, and he seemed to know it. There were a few moments of tense silence between them, and then Sam just started to laugh a bit.
"It's not bad. The meat tastes like shit though. What did you use? Shit?"
Peggy almost coughed up what she had just put into her mouth. True, she knew that her mother would never do anything like that, but the idea of it stuck in her mind.
Judy quickly looked at her two children, just so she would have someone else to focus her vision on. Sam hadn't seemed like he was in a good mood when he came home from work that night, and she knew what that could mean.
Also, he had already had a few drinks. When he had first come home and had walked right over to the bar, before even saying hello, she had known that something was wrong. She had even said something about him drinking, but he had turned on her.
Peggy seemed to sense that something was wrong between her mother and father that night, and she started to smile.
She hoped that she would spread some joy around the table.
"Did I tell you all that I'm up for the lead in the school play?" she asked.
"A thousand times already," her brother Robert said.
She looked at him with some hostility. She wanted to tell him that she had only brought it up to try and ease the tension in the room, but she knew that if she did that, her father would hear it, and then, it wouldn't ease up.
"That's so nice," her mother said. "I'd love for you to get it. You know, I was almost going to be an actress once myself."
"Tell us all about it," her husband said, sarcastically. "She had a fucking walk-on in some shithole production in the boondocks."
"Sam, please. Don't talk like that in front of the children."
"Like what? Oh, you mean that I said fuck, right? Well kids, you both know what fuck means, don't you? And shit. You know what that means, too."
Peggy couldn't help what happened next. She thought what her father was doing was so funny, that she had to start giggling.
The second she "did, her father flew into a rage. He stood up and started to scream at her, telling her that little girls who giggled the way that she did were assholes. They were the kind of girls who just got themselves fucked over good one day.
Then, he turned and started to storm out of the dining room, not before he had the chance to talk about what shit the dinner had been.
Once he was gone, the tension stayed. Judy looked at her daughter, and she saw the way lovely Peggy was trying to choke back tears.
"Dear, your father just had a bad day today," she said to the girl. "That's all. Don't hold it against him."
"He's been in that mood for a long time now," Robert said.
"I know. He's having trouble at work, and we all have to bear with him."
The three of them ate in silence, and later, after Robert finished and went to his room to do homework. Peggy helped her mother do the dishes. She knew that her mother was feeling wretched, too, because of what had happened with her husband, and she really wanted to know if her mother wanted to talk about it.
When she asked her, Judy Simmons just shook her head no.
"Peggy, it's nice of you to try, but you're just too young to understand. Maybe one day when you're older. Why don't you just go up and practice your audition speech. The more you practice, the better you'll be, and the better your chances will be of getting the part. Now run along, like a good girl."
Judy watched her daughter run off, and she had to smile. Sometimes, she wondered how Peggy was turning out to be such a bright, perky young girl, considering all the shit that went on in the house with Sam.
She waited until she heard Peggy's bedroom door close, then walked into the living room. Sure enough, there he was, sulking in his large club chair, holding a fresh drink in his hand. As she looked at the color of the liquid in the glass, Judy was quite sure that Sam was now drinking straight scotch.
"All right, Sam, what's wrong?" she asked him. "What is wrong?"
He patted his knee for a second, indicating that he wanted her to sit. Warily, the, blonde woman moved over and did as he gestured.
As soon as she was sitting on his knee, he moved his hand behind her neck. He caught some of her long blonde hair, but mainly, he was concerned with holding the back of her neck, and squeezing it hard, so that it hurt.
"What's wrong?" he asked her. "You know what the fuck is wrong."
"No, I don't. Really. Please tell me. I want to help you."
"You weren't like that this morning," he said to her. "When I wanted some help from you this morning, you didn't want to help."
She closed her eyes for a second, and the events of the past morning came back to her. She had gotten up a few minutes before he did, but as she had moved on the bed, she had awakened him. As she had tried to get out of bed, he had reached for her hair and had pulled her right back down.
Judy had known what he had in mind. She had seen the large tent-like bulge that his cock made under the sheet, and she knew that he wanted her to suck it. As he had started to push her head down, she had tried to pull away.
He kicked the covers all the way down past his cock, and she had seen the long hard eight inches, the heavy balls, and the thick black patch around the shaft.
Judy had always loved that cock of his, until recently, when he had started to get a little too brutal with her. He was being brutal with her that morning, as he tried to force her to take his cock in.
It had been early morning, she remembered. She had just gotten up minutes before all that had happened. She hadn't brushed her teeth, and the taste in her mouth was so awful that she wanted to brush her teeth first thing.
It had been her mood, she remembered. The scent of his cock, which normally turned her on, was just repulsive that morning, too.
Maybe, she had reasoned, had it been a little later, she would have been willing. But in all the seventeen years that they had been married, she had never really enjoyed sex first thing in the morning, and he knew it.
Eventually, he had managed to push her head down around his cock, so that his shaft started to sink between her lips. She had gagged around it then, for the taste had been horrible, because of the bad taste in her mouth, too.
It had not been until he had let up on the back of her head, that Judy Simmons had pulled her head all the way back. At the same time, she had jumped off the bed, and she had run into the bathroom and locked herself in.
By the time she had come out, she had noticed something.
Sam's cock was no longer hard. Not only that, but there was a thick wad of come all over her pillow. He had purposely jerked himself off there, as if it was some kind of vengeance of his, and she had been so angry.
But she had said nothing, for she knew something.
When it came to displays of anger, Sam's could top hers any day. Not only that, but Sam's anger could sometimes turn out to be physical, while hers was always emotional. Although she tended to feel that her emotional anger hurt more than anything else, because he was the one usually causing the hurt, it was his physical anger which ended up hurting her more.
A hard slap across the face from him hurt more than her broken heart, which was most certainly broken at times by her husband.
"So you didn't help me this morning," Sam said to her. "A little sexual release might have started my day out a little better."
"I'm sorry," Judy said, trying to turn her head a bit. His hand was getting tighter and tighter around the back of her neck, and she kept thinking that if he had been holding the front of her neck like that, he would have choked her to death.
"I'm sorry," she said again, "but you know how I don't like it in the morning."
"Well it happens to be evening now. Let's see what you can do."
He pushed her off his lap, onto her knees, and he still held her hair. Then, he started to pull his zipper down, and within seconds, he had pulled his limp cock out of his pants. She could see just how limp it was.
Having been married to him for as long as she had been, she was sure of one thing. Sam would never be able to get that cock of his hard now. He had been drinking too much and all the sucking in the world wouldn't work.
"Sam, the kids," she said to him. "What if one of them should come down?"
"Just do it fast, you bitch," he said.
"If you want me to do it, let's go up to the bedroom. Please. Come on."
He smashed his hand down on the back of her head, pushing her face down into his groin. She could feel his limp cock rubbing against her nose, and she had to move her head a bit, so she could open her mouth.
She started to lick the slit of his cock, and she could taste a slight trace of come there. It tasted good to her now, and she wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck, at the same time that she flicked her tongue over the slit.
That was one way in which she knew she could get him hard. It had worked so many times, but she started to feel that it wasn't working that time.
She desperately wanted to pull her head up and reason with him. She wanted to tell him that she would be more than willing to do anything that he wanted, so long as he would be reasonable and go with her to their bedroom.
She wanted to tell him that she would suck him slowly to get him hard (because she knew that was going to be the only way to do it), and yet, she was terrified.
She started to move her mouth up and down his cock shaft faster and faster then. It was one of the easiest things she could do, because his cock was limp, and she could fit the whole thing into her mouth so easily.
Judy didn't have to worry about his cock hitting and penetrating her throat, because as long as he stayed in that limp state, he would never be long enough.
She closed her eyes and started to think about the good times. She could remember when she and Sam Simmons first started dating. She had been a high school cheerleader, and he had been one of the star basketball players.
He was the one she would always watch when the teams were playing, even if he wasn't playing for that quarter and was just sitting on the bench.
There had been something so wonderful about his rugged looks. Judy had known what it was, even back then.
She had always been attracted to older looking men, and although Sam was just about her age, his looks made him seem older. He had a firm jaw and a wonderful smile, and she dreamed, many times, of running her fingers through his hair.
Luckily for her, she had told her friend all about the way she felt, and her friend had gone right over to tell Sam. She hadn't expected anything like that to happen, but once it did, it made things so much easier.
Sam, as it had turned out, had the hots for her from afar, too, so once they knew that much about each other, it was easy to get together.
Sam Simmons had been the perfect gentleman with her when they first dated. He had started to come on to her in stages.
The first time they went out, he only held her hand. He offered her a slight peck on the cheek as a kiss when they were splitting up for the evening. The next time they went out, he walked with his arm around her shoulder, and the kiss at the door was a peck on the lips, without the use of tongues.
The third time, his hand had wandered a little bit more than usual, and when it had come time for the kiss, the tongues had explored the mouths. Judy had gotten so hot that she remembered the way she ran up to her room afterwards, undressed from his waist down (because taking off her blouse would have taken too much time), and played with herself.
She had spread her cunt lips wide apart and she had started to wiggle her erect clit back and forth, fast. She had had an image of Sam towering over her, with his hard cock sticking straight out, ready to enter her.
She had not been a virgin at the time, although none of her friends knew that she had lost her cherry. It had happened to her one summer, visiting her cousins upstate, and since that was a whole other part of her being, she decided that she wouldn't even tell her school friends about it happening.
So she knew what a cock was like, and how it could feel, although she had no idea of just how nice Sam's cock was at the time.
She had played with her cunt for the longest time, for one orgasm hadn't satisfied her. Instead, after she had felt her juices flowing once, and her cunt walls had been spasming harder and harder, she had had to continue.
Judy remembered the way she had made herself come about four times. Just as she had been coming out of her final and most powerful orgasm, the phone had started to ring, and she had reached over to answer.
"Why are you so out of breath?" Sam had asked her then.
"I don't know," she lied to him.
"I was just thinking about tonight and what a good time I had. I'm really starting to like you so much, Judy."
"I feel the same way, Sam," she said. "In fact, I do know why I was out of breath. I was masturbating. I was thinking about you and masturbating."
He had laughed then, and for a few seconds, she had felt embarrassed.
"Same here," he told her. "I did, too, only I did it once and was satisfied. You know what this means, don't you?"
"No," she had said to him, although she had an idea, but didn't want to admit it.
"It means that the next time we get together, we're not going to have to masturbate ourselves after the date."
The idea of it had made her hotter and hotter, so that by the time they were going out on their next date, they were both worked up.
Their next date after that talk was all sex, she remembered.
True, he had not called her and asked her out for a fuck. He had called her and asked her out to a movie, but on the way to the theater, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other.
So, they had decided to go parking, and Judy would never forget how tender he had been. As soon as he had stopped the car, he had reached over and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
She had felt the way the vibes flowed through her body. First, her red nipples had popped up in all their stiffness. Then, the vibes had continued down to her cunt, until she had felt herself spasming lightly. By that time, his mouth had been on her neck, and his fingers had been working her blouse buttons open, faster and faster. Soon, he had pulled her bra down below her tits and he had been sucking on her nipples, one at a time. She had never really had anyone do that to her, for the boys she had let fuck her upstate had just stuck it into her and thrust, until they had come.
She had lifted her ass up off the car seat, and she had pushed her skirt and panties down to the floor, so that he could eat her cunt.
That was just what Sam had done, too. He had stayed with her tits until he saw her naked, exposed cunt, and then he had licked his way down to it. His tongue, flicking over her navel, had sent more waves of pleasure through her body, and soon, he had been licking his way up and down her cunt lips.
They had spread wide apart for him, and as he had dug his tongue in, he had come right up against her clit. Judy had loved the way it felt, and she had thrust herself up against his face, more.
"Suck my clit harder," she had moaned. "Work your lips all over it and bite it a little bit, too. I like it that way."
Sam had been more than willing to follow her orders, and soon, he had had her coming so hard, that she had to cover her mouth to stifle her moans. After all, they were not the only car parked in that lover's lane area. She had wrapped her legs tightly around his head so that he couldn't pull back, and she had started to hump her pussy up and down against his face, faster and faster. Judy remembered the way, much later, he told her she had almost choked him to death.
After he had made her come two or three times, he had started to lick his way up her body again. She had not even noticed that he had opened his pants and that his hard cock was sticking straight out.
She had only felt it touching her leg lightly, and then, he had moved it right into her cunt, so that she had felt it entering her.
Judy Simmons would never forget how nice that first fuck had felt.
Sam's cock, she had discovered, was thicker than any of the other cocks that she had taken in, and because of that thickness, the friction that he made against her clit was too sensational to-be believed.
She had started to moan loud again, and she. had been thrusting herself up and down against his cock to keep him moving all the time. However, at one point, he had thrust in deep and hard, pushing her flat against the car seat and holding her there.
"Wait, you eager little cunt," he had laughed at her. "Don't you know that the longer I stay hard, the more pleasure I can bring to you?"
"Of course," she said, and that had been a he. After all, the others who had fucked her hadn't stayed hard inside of her for too long. They had fucked her until they had come. In fact, once they had entered, they had kept thrusting. They had never taken the time to slow down, the way that Sam had.
"Then wait a while," he said. "I can feel the pleasure in my cock, too, and the longer I feel it, the better off I know it will be. Once I come, it'll take me a while to get hard again. I'd prefer to just wait."
And so, they had. She had moved every so often, just so she could feel some fuck friction, Hut since he had been on top of her, he had been the one who had complete control. When he was ready, he had started to fuck her hard again.
As Judy sucked his limp cock now, she remembered how nice it had been that first time. So nice, in fact, that she could feel the way her cunt was starting to get a bit wet, even with his limp cock in her mouth.
Usually, a limp cock did nothing for her, the way a hard cock did, but as long as she was thinking about Sam's cock when it was hard, she could keep herself turned on.
She started to think about what had happened when he had come in her cunt that first time. She had felt his cock pulsations getting more and more fierce, and she had even opened her eyes and looked right up at his face so that she could see the way his cheeks were getting all red. The look of pleasure on his face had been sheer heaven.
"God, I'm gonna come any second," he had said to her. "Any second."
She had started to come, perhaps for her fourth or fifth time that night.
And just as that had happened with her, she had felt his cock shooting warm loads of come into her. She had felt the way her cunt walls started to spasm around him harder, and much later, he was to tell her that it had felt almost like her cunt had been sucking the sweet cream right out of him.
After he had unloaded an orgasm full of come into her, he had rested on top of her for a while, still with that smile on his face.
"Judy, do you realize what happened?" he had asked her then.
"No," she said, knowing that she had to be totally honest. After all, had she said that she did know what happened, he probably would have asked her what, and then she Would have been caught in a lie.
"We came together, Judy. We came together. Do you know what that means?"
"No." Although it had never happened before with any of the others, she could see how impressed Sam was that it had happened with him.
"It means that we're made for each other. You and me, kid. That's what it means. You know, it's rare when two people come at the same time with each other. True, lots of people talk about simultaneous orgasms, but they talk about them more than they actually happen. Do you know what that means then?"
"No," she had said again. "But I have a feeling that it's good."
"It is. It is. It means that we're a couple. A couple who can really get it on good with each other. A couple whose future looks bright."
She had loved hearing him talk like that, and she had pulled his mouth close to hers so that she could kiss him hard on the lips. When he had pressed his tongue into her mouth, she had started to suck it harder than ever.
That first time they were together, besides fucking, they had gone down on each other at the same time. After his cock had been resting inside of her cunt for a while, he had pulled out of her.
He had started to eat her again, and as he had been doing it, she had been begging him to turn his body around so that she could suck on his cock. When he towered over her mouth, she had been a bit apprehensive.
Close-up, his dick looked bigger than it had looked before.
Still, she had wanted to suck him, and as he had gotten stiffer in her mouth, she had felt the kind of power that a cock has. She had felt the way he pulsed a bit in her mouth, and she had felt how silky his cock was against her lips.
Sam had come in her mouth that time, and she had come in his mouth again.
Then, after he had gotten a third hard-on, they had fucked, and although they had not had simultaneous orgasms then, they still thought and talked about their first fuck when it had happened at the same time.
As Judy felt the way her husband's cock was starting to get stiff in her mouth that night, even after all those drinks that he had had, she looked up at him. She could see that cute smile on his face, and she started to wonder about something.
His eyes were closed tight, and she knew that he had to be fantasizing about something, but what the fuck could that be?
Was there another woman, she thought. Could that be it?
Because recently, he had been treating her like shit. True, she remembered those few times when they had first gotten married, and there had been money problems. He had hit her a couple of times, and she had felt pain.
Once, she recalled, he had slapped her across the face so hard, that he had broken her lip. She had been in tears, and when he had seen the blood, he had felt so bad that he had started to massage her tenderly.
In the end, they had "made love on the floor. It had all been so spontaneous and that had made the whole thing hotter.
It had started with the fight, and then when he had seen how much he had hurt her, his anger had turned to love. He had pushed her down on the floor and he then started to kiss her mouth, even though it was still bloody.
Then, he had been taking off her clothing and kissing her breasts and her cunt.
When he had started to fuck her, she had come so hard.
Things like that had happened often, she remembered, although not that often. She always tried to keep up her defenses, meaning, when Sam came home from work, she would feel him out and see what kind of a mood he was in.
If he seemed like he was in a shitty mood, she would try to cheer him up, but only for a few minutes, because if she noticed that he wasn't feeling better, she would realize that it was just better to let him get over it on his own. She would usually try to stay out of his way on nights like that.
If he came home in a good mood, she would always feel good, too.
And usually, Judy recalled, if he wanted to make love to her, she would let him, because sex was always a good form of relief for him. And even on those nights when he had come home angry at the world, wanting to make love to her, his lovemaking would be nice and tender, and she would always come hard.
It had been that way for some time, but then, things had changed.
During the last two or three years, when he would come home mad and want to make love to her, the lovemaking seemed to reflect his anger.
He would no longer fuck her gently, as he knew that was the way to release all the pent-up hatred that he had inside. Instead, he would fuck her brutally, sometimes causing a pain on her thighs that hurt for days afterwards.
That happened, of course, because of the way that he would slam himself in and out of her cunt, hard, so that his groin was constantly making a hard slapping sound against her thighs, as the pain was being inflicted.
When it came time to suck his cock, he would force it onto her.
Judy remembered once talking with her friend Amy about making love to a man, orally, and Amy had had many things to say about it.
"There is a difference between making love to a man's cock, which I could easily call sucking it, and having a man make love to your mouth, or fucking your mouth."
"What?" Judy had asked, for she had been totally confused.
"I mean, when I take a man in my mouth, I like to be able to do what I want to do to that man's cock. That means, I like to be able to suck him at my own rate. But when a man starts to fuck my face, so that he can drive his dick into my throat as deep as he wants to, then I hate it. I even think that there's a difference in the way a man feels when he does something like that."
"And what is that difference?"
"When he lets you suck him, it's because he likes you and wants you to do what you want. When he starts to fuck your face, it's usually a sign of some kind of brutality and it means that you're just another hole for him to fuck."
And that was how Judy felt about Sam for the last few years.
She was just another hole for him to fuck. He no longer let her move her mouth up and down his cock shaft at the rate that she wanted to. Of course, that was how it started that night, as he sat in the chair.
He was letting her move her mouth up and down his cock shaft as fast as she wanted to, but he only let her do that until he got stiff.
And as soon as that happened, his hand moved behind her head and he started to drive his dick in and out of her mouth, fast.
Judy couldn't believe it. She could feel the way his cock head was penetrating her throat, and she could feel the way that she was gagging. In fact, she thought that she was gagging so loud, that her children had to hear it. She kept wondering what they would think if they came down and found her.
She kept wondering what had made Sam change so much toward her over the years.
There had been a time when he had been tender with her more often than not, and the brutal side of him would come out on occasion. But now, it seemed like the brutal side of him was on display more than the tender side, and although she still loved him during those moments when he was tender, she hated him for those times when he was brutal.
Therefore, she knew, she was actually starting to hate him more than love him.
She felt the way his cock started to throb in her mouth then, and she could feel the way he was trying to hold himself in her throat a little bit longer. She hated the way his throbbing cock head forced her throat open, and she was so sure that if he started to come in her throat, she was going to gag.
She moved her hand to his thigh and tried to dig her nails into his flesh.
He slapped her hand quickly, then slapped her face, and at the very same moment when his hand made contact with her face, he started to shoot his load of come into her throat, so that she was gagging.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and as she looked up at him, she could see that he was looking right at her then, his eyes open and everything. He seemed to be getting off on the fact that he had made her cry, which only served to make her more upset.
He shot a few more loads into her mouth, and as he let up on the back of her head and she was able to pull her head back, he started to smile at her.
"Now that was nice. Maybe if you had done that to me this morning, I wouldn't have been in such a shitty mood."
"Bullshit," she said to him. "Sam, what is wrong with you? I want to know. A simple blow job in the morning wouldn't have calmed you down any all day."
"How the fuck do you know that?" he asked, as he stuffed his cock back into his pants, something that made Judy happy.
At least now, she thought, if the kids came down, they wouldn't even know what had happened between them.
"I don't know it, Sam," she said to him. "But you have been acting more and more angry recently. Is it me? Is it the kids? What is it?"
"I don't know. I'm not angry now. I'm pretty satisfied, as a matter-of-fact."
Judy stood up then, and moved away from him, only because she knew that what she was going to tell him would make him mad, and she didn't want to be close enough to him so that he could grab her and hit her.
"Well I'm not satisfied," she screamed. "I'm pretty pissed off, right now."
"Well then, you tell me about it," he said to her. "You tell me what's pissing you off. I would have told you, had I known what's getting me upset."
"It's you. You say that you're satisfied with that sex we just had. That wasn't sex. You just fucked my face. I could have been any hole and you wouldn't have cared. You think that's satisfying for me?"
"Oh, you want me to satisfy you," he said to her. "Is that it?"
"A little reciprocation wouldn't have hurt, Sam. You just held my head and fucked my face, as if you cared about me the same as you care about the shit you make in the morning. How do you think that makes me feel?"
"I'm sorry then," he said, and he seemed genuinely sorry. "I'll make it up to you if you want me to."
"You will?" she asked him, and suddenly, she was smiling. "How?"
"How do you think? You say the word, baby, and the two of us will go up to the bedroom right now, and make mad, passionate love. What do you say?"
She moved closer to him and leaned down. She kissed him on the lips, but as she did, she could smell the scent of alcohol. It was really not much of a turn-on, and she felt like telling him that she wanted him to gargle, or something, just so that she wouldn't have to smell it.
Still, he seemed to be in such a sexy mood, and she didn't want to break it.
"I'll tell you what," he said to her. "You go up to the room and get ready. I'll be up in about five minutes, okay?"
"Yes," she said to him. "I'm really looking forward to it."
"Me, too," he said, but she was already on her way up, so she didn't even notice that wicked smile lighting up across his face.
CHAPTER TWO
He sat for the longest time thinking about her, and when she called down to tell him that she was ready, he called back up and told her to just wait a few minutes. He wanted to do some thinking.
Sam Simmons was thinking about Marcy Mason, his bookkeeper.
Marcy was a hot looking redhead, and she had been working for him now for over ten years. She was not married, he knew, and she had always seemed to take such a genuine interest in him and his hardware store.
He remembered what had happened between them that day at the store. For she was a perceptive bitch, and when he had come in with that angry growl on his face, she had noticed it right off.
"Something wrong, Sam?" she had asked, as she poured him some coffee.
"Everything. Nothing. I don't know, Marcy. I don't know. What the fuck is this life all about? I just don't seem to know anymore."
"Hey, I'll look it up in my book called 'Life and What it's About,' and tell you later, all right?" she had asked.
She had started to laugh then, and he had laughed, too.
It seemed like in the past few weeks, Marcy Mason was the only one who could make him laugh like that, and he was quite sure that she knew it.
She did not let up on him all day, and it was only when customers came in that they didn't have arty time to talk about his problems. But between the times when there were customers, she had learned a lot about him, for the first time.
For usually, he was something of a quite, introverted man, at least around his own store, but that day, Marcy had probed enough.
"Is it your wife?" she had asked him at one point. "Is that it?"
"I don't know," he said to her.
"Come on, Sam, how could you not know? Is she satisfying you sexually? I mean, that can be a big part of a relationship. Not the biggest part, but it certainly does help when it comes down to two people getting along."
"I think that has something to do with it," he said, and of course, he had started thinking about that morning, when Judy had pulled away from him before blowing him all the way, which had only left him more frustrated.
And although Judy had said nothing when she. had come out of the bathroom, he knew that she had seen the wad of come on her pillow, which he had left there, just for her.
Marcy had seen him thinking, and she had gone on to ask him more about his wife and their sexual relations.
Eventually, Sam had started to talk about what had happened between them that morning, and she had listened attentively.
"Well, that explains your shit mood this morning," she told him. "Obviously you are quite frustrated this morning. That's part of the problem."
"I know. You're right about that, Marcy," he had told her.
"I do wish that there was something I could do about it, Sam. I really do admire you and I hate to see you suffering so much."
When she had said that to him, she had run her tongue over her lips, and her light green eyes had suddenly seemed to be shining at him.
When she smiled more, her whole face had been lit up.
"Marcy, what are you thinking about?" he had asked her then.
Sam remembered what he had been thinking about. He had, in fact, been thinking about taking her and making mad passionate love to her.
He had even started to look at the way her tits seemed so large in her tight sweater, and the curve of her hips was also attractive. She had been wearing tight jeans to work that day, and as she had turned at one point, he had seen how her tight jeans just seemed to be hugging that ass so nicely.
Overall, he had been getting hard watching her. And yet, he had not been able to bring himself to say it. He just couldn't. In all the seventeen years that he had been married, Sam Simmons had been a faithful husband. It's not that he didn't think about other women, but rather, that he just didn't think of himself as the kind of man who would cheat on his wife, no matter what was going on in their relationship.
But Marcy had been so obvious, and since he had left it to her to explain what she had in mind, that was just what she started to do.
"Sam, I have wanted you ever since I started to work here," she said to him. "I remember how hot I got over you the first time you ever looked at me. I've loved working here, just because you and I work so closely together. A lot of my friends think that it's strange that I'd take a bookkeeping job in a hardware store, rather than in some big office, but I always tell them it's because of you."
"Marcy, I'm really flattered," he had said to her. "Really. I don't know what to say in response to that."
"Don't say anything," was what she had said to him, and she had walked down the narrow aisle, stocked with merchandise, toward the front of the store. She had pulled down the shade on the glass door, then reached under and turned the card around so that it read closed instead of open.
"Now, you don't mind losing about a half an hour worth of business, do you?" she asked him. "I don't think it should take any longer than that."
She had been unbuttoning her blouse as she had been saying that, walking back toward him, so that by the time she was in front of him, her sweater-blouse was completely open, and her lovely tits were bared.
Sam's cock had gotten hard in a second. Those had been the first pair of naked tits that he had seen in the flesh since he had married his wife, and they had looked even larger and firmer than his wife's did.
As he had moved his mouth down to one tit so that he could start to suck on her nipple, she had moved her hand to his crotch. She had started to massage his cock bulge through his pants, and he had felt the way he stiffened.
Then, as he kept sucking her nipple, she had slid his zipper down, and she was pulling his cock right out of his pants.
"Sam, I knew that you would be this big. I just dreamed about it."
And then, she had sunk to her knees. Sam's two hands had moved down with her so that he could play with her nipples at the same time that she was sucking on his cock. Her mouth had been sensational, he recalled, and he wasn't sure about one thing, but then again, he didn't think of it for too long, because he knew that if he did, it would take away from some of the pleasure he was feeling.
He was thinking this: was it really her mouth that was so good, or was it just that this was the first mouth that he had felt on his cock since his wife's in over eighteen years? He knew that could really make the difference.
Sam remembered the way her nipples had throbbed under his touch.
It was sensational, and it turned him on so much, that he had found himself leaning forward even more so that he could slide his hands into her pants and open them. He managed to push them down a little bit, and then, he was sticking his fingers into her cunt lips and feeling around for her clit.
She had loved it. She had started to moan loud, as she was pressing her cunt up and down against his fingers, and he had felt the way her juices started to flow down all over his clit-wiggling fingers.
When she had come hard, he had felt himself pulsing in her mouth. Then, he had started to shoot off, and she had sucked him dry.
Sam remembered the way that Marcy's tongue did a little dance along the underside of his cock as he was coming. That served to turn him on more during those tense moments of orgasm, and also, it managed to keep him hard even after she had finished sucking him, so that when she pulled back and stood up, Sam's rigid dick was still sticking straight out.
"Wow, what a load," she had moaned softly, and she had wiggled her way out of her pants and panties, so that she stood before him, naked.
"I want to fuck you so badly," he said to her, and she just hopped right up onto the counter and spread her legs.
Sam had moved his cock into her cunt gently, and then, he had started to fuck her nice and slowly, feeling the way her cunt walls spasmed around him.
At first, he had been loving it, and it seemed like she had been loving it, too. However, since he had just come a few seconds earlier, and even though he was still hard, he knew that he wouldn't be coming in her for a while.
And after a while, the fucking had seemed rather commonplace and tedious.
It had been Marcy who had spoken up about it.
"Now don't get upset Sam, and most certainly, don't lose your hard-on when I tell you this, but this isn't working right for me. I like my man to be more aggressive. I like my man to be more cruel."
"What?" he has asked her, for those times when he would get too aggressive with Judy, she would start to complain.
"Well, it all has to do with my first time," she went on to tell him.
Sam would never forget that story she told him, not only because he had thought that it was rather hot, but even more so, because of the honesty it had taken for her to tell him the story. She hadn't been nervous at all.
Instead, she had just told him about the way her father had raped her when she was a little girl of only eleven. He had brutally fucked her after having a fight with her mother one night, and after ripping her hymen open and causing her to bleed, and then coming, he had walked out of the room, and out of her life.
He had left her mother, too, of course, and for many years afterwards, Marcy's mother had told the young girl how she would be scarred when she grew up.
"I would even understand it if you, my own daughter, turned out to be a lesbian. I wouldn't be upset. I just know how much he had to have hurt you."
And he had, Marcy told Sam, but the hurt had been so long ago.
It was when she had first started dating boys, at age eighteen and even later, that she knew boys liked girls for one thing more than anything else. They loved to fuck and the girls had the cunts to be fucked.
So, she had let it start to happen to her, and she had been amazed.
It hadn't hurt her, the way her mother had told her it would, but then again, it hadn't felt good, the way her girlfriends told her it would feel.
It hadn't had any feeling to it at all, she had decided.
And so, it had been easy to let any boy fuck her when he wanted to. All she had to do was lay back, spread her legs, and let them enter her. Sometimes, she would get wet on her own, but more times than not, she insisted that the boy either eat her cunt first to get her aroused, or use some cream.
And then, she had met Jake, a rugged longshoreman. She had met him at a bar one night, and she had taken him home with her.
They had started to make love, and as he had pulled out his cock and pushed her down on her knees, she had felt something. He had forced his cock into her mouth, and the whole idea of being forced had started to turn her on.
This man had fucked her face, and it had been the first time that any man had done something like that to her. Her mouth had been sore, and her cheeks and chin had also ached by the time he had come in her mouth.
Then, as he had pulled her up to her knees, he had turned her around. Within seconds, she had felt him pulling her arms behind her back, and binding her wrists together with the leather belt that he had been wearing.
Then, he had pushed her down on her knees in front of him, and he had gotten down on his knees, too.
Before even starting to enter her, he had spanked the hell out of her ass, so that her two taut buttocks had felt like they were on fire. Then, he had started to pull at her nipples so hard, that she had felt like he would rip them off.
When it came to fingering her cunt, he played with her clit so brutally, that she thought he was going to rip it off, too.
And yet, the one thing that Marcy had not done was complain.
She couldn't, because for the very first time in her life, she was feeling a sexual pleasure. She knew what sexual pleasure was supposed to feel like, with all the senses being raised and all, because she had had enough talks with friends, and even with a psychiatrist that she had gone to for about a month, before deciding that this man wasn't going to be able to help her.
Instead of complaining about the way Jake was hurting her, all that she could do was start to moan, and that had brought many comments from him.
"See, I knew that you were this kind of raised to be beaten bitch when I first saw you in the bar. I could tell. You had that lost look about you. The kind of look that let me know you loved abuse. Yeah, you cunt, you just love it, don't you? All this abuse just makes this cunt of yours run and run some more."
And he had been telling the truth. Her cunt had been spasming so hard, and her juices had been dripping all over his fingers.
Then, he had moved his cock into her cunt from behind and he had started to fuck her really hard. She had felt the way his groin slapped against her buttocks each time that he thrust into her, and she felt the way he kept two fingers near her cunt in the front, just to keep her clit all worked up.
Marcy would never forget that night with Jake. He had fucked her for hours, and that had also been a first.
Usually, since she didn't feel much from sex, she would just lay back and let a man fuck her, and more often than not, the man fucking her would do it fast and get it over with fast, so that the whole experience would last about ten minutes.
But Jake seemed to be fucking her for hours. He came in her cunt once, and he stayed hard, so while he moved his cock around in her just a bit, he spanked the hell out of her ass again. Her already fiery red ass cheeks, seemed to burn more than ever, and she was sure that she would pass out from the pleasure.
After that one encounter with him, she had been with a few more men. However, she would always make it clear just what she wanted from a man before taking him home with her for the night. After all, it was a bore to have a man fuck her the old way that never turned her on, when she knew a way that did.
The more she got into it, the more supplies she even started to buy.
She had a few whips at home, because every so often, she loved the feeling of hot leather on her buttocks as she was being fucked.
The position that she loved the most was when she was on her back with her legs thrown up over a man's shoulders while he fucked her, so that as he was fucking her, he was able to whip her ass at the same time.
Of course, it was always better when she was tied, too, she had learned, because that made her more vulnerable, and vulnerability was one of the turn-ons of these brutal sex encounters. On a scale of one to ten, when she was tied, the encounter was always at least three points higher than it was when her hands were free.
So, midway through her passive fuck with Sam, she had started to tell him all of those things about herself.
And, when she had been finished, she had looked at him and smiled.
"I hope you don't think that I'm strange to like sex the way I just told you I did. I know that some men do think it's strange. I've been to a lot of bars, and had guys come on to me, but then, when I tell them what I want, they get turned right off and don't want any part of me."
"I think it sounds interesting," was what Sam had first said. "I've never really done anything like that before."
"You're kidding. You mean that you've never been hard with your wife when you fucked her? And when I say hard, I'm not talking about your cock. I assume that your cock will be hard. I'm just taking about the force behind the fuck."
"Well, I have been kind of hard," he said to her. "There have been tense times when I've been hard. I don't think she likes it."
"And you?" Marcy had asked him. "I would think that for a man who gets as tense as you seem to be at times, a hard fuck is just what you need. It just lets all that pent-up hostility out. So, what do you say?"
"About what?" he had asked her.
"About doing it to me the way that I want it done. Come on, Sam. We have all the necessary things right here in the store."
And then, as if to prove her point, she hopped off the counter and started to run down the aisles of he store, completely naked. He had watched her, because he was getting off on the way her tits were bouncing up and down.
First, she had run to the area where they had all kinds of spools of ropes, and she had measured out a few feet of the thickest rope. Then, she had run to another area where they had a few leather straps.
As she ran back to him, she was holding all of her equipment up.
"Now, I want you to tie me, fuck me and whip me. Do it as hard as you want to Sam, because I can take it hard. I've had men draw blood at times, and although I don't like blood too much, there's no way that I could argue with the pleasure that I was feeling as they were doing it to me."
As soon as she had handed him the ropes, he had pulled her hands behind her back. He had never really done anything like that before, but he managed to tie her wrists together, and then pull her hands up behind her back and tie the other end of the rope around her neck, rather tight.
That way, if she pulled on her arms too much, it hurt her.
He had pushed her back on the counter top, and pushed her legs up in the air. Then, he had started to whip the hell out of her ass with the leather straps that she had taken from the store. As he did, he had been watching two things.
Her ass and her cunt. He could see that her buttocks looked rather red already, and he wondered when was the last time that someone had done something like that to her. Her cunt was a whole different story.
He could see the way her red cunt lips started to spasm open and closed as he was whipping her ass, and as that was happening, there was a slow trickle of her juices that was starting to run down her cunt lips.
Sam's cock had been hard, but when he saw that, he pulsed a lot more.
She had to have been looking at his cock, for she said something about him fucking her before the pulsations went to far, and he started to come without even entering her. When she said that, Sam Simmons had rammed his cock deep into her cunt, and he had felt the warmest, tightest spasm around him.
In fact, he hadn't thrust in and out for a few minutes, because her cunt had been feeling so nice and tight, that he didn't want to run the risk of coming too soon.
The fact that an hour had already gone by made no difference to him. And as he sat home and thought about that, he was even more turned on.
After all, he was usually the kind of man who would worry about his. own business, but that afternoon, he had been so lost in the feeling of Marcy's hot body underneath his, that he didn't mind losing more than an hour's worth of business.
She had looked so hot there with her red hair strewn out all over the counter, and that thick cord around her neck, which he always knew was keeping her tightly bound.
At some points, he had been smacking her ass with the open palm of his hand instead of the leather straps, and he had loved that feeling. He could feel how taut her buttocks were each time that he hit them, and he could also feel how nice and sweaty they were getting as time passed by, so that he knew she was getting more and more turned on.
He had been amazed at the way her passions just kept rising, and they never did seem to subside. It was the first time he had ever been with a girl who could get so turned on like that.
By the time he was ready to come in her, she had been begging him for it. She had been feeling his cock pulsations around her cunt, and she had known that he was just about ready to shoot it into her.
"Oh yeah, fill me," she had started to moan, and that was about all that he could take. He had wanted to hold back some more, because of the way it was feeling so nice, but he had held back long enough.
When he had started to shoot his load into her, she had come so hard around him, that he had been reminded of the first time with Judy.
He remembered the way he had been so impressed the first time he had fucked his wife and they had come together. It had meant so much to him that the two of them could actually come at the same moment, because he had known how rare it was that it happened between two people, particularly on their first fuck.
It had happened that time with Marcy, too, and he had loved it.
Her cunt had spasmed so tightly around him, that he hadn't even lost his hard-on again, and she had been begging him to keep fucking her, because she couldn't remember the last time that she had been fucked so well.
He had pulled out of her in the end, only because an hour and a half had gone by, and they had only been planning on fucking for a half an hour. After his orgasm, his business self started to return, and he wanted to open the store and make some money.
They had both washed themselves in the small bathroom in the back of the store, and when they had both made themselves look presentable again, they had opened for business.
But first, he had thanked her a hundred times over for what she had done for him, and because he had been so grateful, she had started to be a little bit wary of him. She had been asking him more and more about himself as the day went on, and even though they had been working with each other for a long time, she learned many things about him that day that he had never told anyone.
During one break, she had asked him if his wife satisfied him, and since he had heard so much about her previous sex life, he decided that he would be as honest with her as she had been with him.
He had told her about the way they had dated, and how they had slowly progressed to fucking, and how they had come together during that first fuck.
"Big deal," was what she had said to him then, and he had laughed.
"You know, if I had thought that way when it happened, maybe I never would have married her. But I actually did think that it was a big deal. It had never happened to me and any other girl like that before."
"Well, I'm sure you know that it happens a lot now," she said.
"No," he told her, and then he went on to tell her that she was the first girl he had slept with since he had married Judy.
And he actually said slept with, until he realized that they hadn't even done that. They had just fucked each other, on the counter, and it had been sensational.
"How long did you two date each other?" Marcy had asked him during another break when there were no customers in the store.
"About a year, a year and a half," he said. "We got married because we had to."
"What? You're kidding."
"No. We never talked about contraception, and I just assumed that she was using something. Most of the girls that I had dated before had all used something. I hate to fuck someone with a rubber on. By the way... "
"I'm on the pill," Marcy had said to him. "Never to worry. And I can understand you hating rubbers. It feels shitty when a man fucks me with a rubber. I don't like the feeling of the rubber."
"I know. There's nothing better than a naked cock inside of a cunt. When I did fuck one girl once with a rubber, I felt like I was taking a shower with a raincoat on. And then when it came to pulling the fucking thing off, it got caught in my pubic hair and shit like that. Overall, it was a pain in the ass."
"But, had you used one with Judy, you might not have had to marry her."
And although he hadn't really talked with Marcy that much about it, he had thought about it himself. He had known that he didn't really have to marry Judy, that time when she came to him and told him she was pregnant.
She had been the one who had suggested an abortion, but he, being the proud boy that he was, wanted to do what was best.
"We could get married," he had said to her. "We could do that."
"And live on what?" she had asked him. "You haven't even graduated from high school yet. I thought you wanted to go to college and become a lawyer."
"I can go into my father's business. He's always asking me to come and work in his hardware store and take it over when he goes. I could do that."
"But you wouldn't be happy," she said. "I know you wouldn't."
"Judy, I would be with you," he had said to her. "I would be with you and our child, and that would make me happy."
And so, he knew that he couldn't blame Judy for what had happened, although he did like to think, every so often, that had she used some contraception, there never would have been that child, and he never would have had to play the noble young boy who would agree to marry his girl so that his child would have a father.
It had been a happy marriage for a while, too, which was something he did tell Marcy.
After Robert had been born, they had been so happy with one child, that they decided that they would get to work on the second child right away.
Hence, Peggy was born about a year later, and after they had had a boy and a girl, they had decided to stop.
His father had died when he was twenty-two, and by that time, he was the father of two children. So he just continued to run his father's business.
And it was only now, that he was just past thirty-five, that things had been starting to bother Sam Simmons. He felt trapped in his life, and although he always did remember that he was the one who had been noble, he tended to blame it all on Judy anyway.
By the end of the day, Marcy had learned most of those things from him. She had learned how a once happy marriage was suddenly seeming to go down the drain, and she really hadn't been at all surprised to hear it.
"I don't think I know one couple that's happy now," she said to him. "I used to have a lot of married friends. They're practically all divorced now, and the ones who aren't will be in a few years. But let me tell you something, Sam. If you ever want to leave her, I'll be glad to take her place."
He had shook his head no when she said that, only for one reason. He still liked Judy, at times, and he still liked his kids, at times. But even more so, he thought about the alimony which he would most certainly have to pay, and he knew that he could never afford something like that.
He knew that if he got a divorce, Judy would get so much alimony, that it would leave him with very little to live on. He would never be able to live according to the lifestyle he enjoyed if he would divorce her and become single again.
"Well," Marcy had said to him, as they had been closing the store toward the end of the day, "although I told you that it's only so important, I can't even remember what your answer was. How is your sex life with your wife?"
"Eh," was all that he had said, and Marcy had laughed.
"No wonder you were such a hot fuck, Sam. I thought that it was just me, but you' were a pretty hot fuck as well. I thought that it was quite sensational. Now, I know that I shouldn't even be suggesting this... "
"What?" he had asked her, but she held up her hand to silence him.
"Just because I still like you, and think about what it might be like if you were all mine. But maybe if you and your wife could have sex the way that we did, things might be better between the two of you."
"I don't understand."
"You were hot. From what I gather, you just don't get so hot with her anymore. You were hot with me, maybe because I was a new woman for you, but also, maybe because you liked being as aggressive as you were. You really did get into spanking my ass when you were fucking me, and when you came in me, I could tell from the expression on your face that it was a good fucking orgasm."
"Oh, it was," he had said to her. "You were so hot, Marcy."
"So were you. Look, all I'm suggesting is this. Maybe if you would fuck your wife the same way that you've fucked me, you would get turned on more, and maybe she would, too. I really don't know if it would happen for sure, but it's worth a try."
He had started to think about it, and then, she had pushed a paper bag into his hand as they had walked out of the store.
"What's this?" he had asked her, as he locked up the store.
"The rope and the leather that you used on me. Take it home and then, if you want to use it on her, try it. If not, then just forget about it."
And now, as he sat in the chair thinking about what a hot session he had had with her that afternoon, he thought about the paper bag.
He hadn't bothered to bring it into the house, but rather, had just left it in the car, because he knew that Judy would have been after him to find out what he had brought homeland he would have had to tell her.
He thought about how he had fucked her face just before, when he had forced her down on her knees between his legs.
Although he hadn't exerted as much force as he knew he could, he had loved the power that he had felt over her.
And somehow, thinking that she was the one responsible for fucking up his life the way it was, getting pregnant and all, he had managed to find much satisfaction in the way he had thrust in and out of her mouth, hard.
"Sam," he heard her calling, "are you coming up now?"
"I'll be up in a second," he screamed back up the stairs. "I just have something that I want to get out of the car."
"What?" she asked, but he had already walked into the kitchen, then through the door which led to the garage.
He picked up the paper bag and started to walk back into the house. He walked up the stairs slowly, wondering whether or not she would try to scream. When he thought about that, he reached into his pocket.
His handkerchief was there, and he knew that if Judy opened her mouth to try and scream, he was going to gag her.
He stopped by his son's room first, and stuck his head in. He apologized for being so nasty during dinner, and told Robert that he had just had a long day, and was going to his room now to go to sleep.
Sam told Peggy that very same story, and she stood up and walked over to him. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
"What's in the bag, daddy?" she asked him then, smiling.
"Just a little present for your mother."
"That's nice, because I could tell that she was upset about the way you acted at dinner.. It'll cheer her up again. Oh, I'm so glad that you're in a good mood now."
"Have a good night's sleep, baby," he said.
Then, he walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door, and when he saw the way she had laid herself out on the bed for him, he was really turned on.
Judy was lying there naked and spread out.
He could see the way her large tits were heaving up and down, and he saw how stiff her red nipples looked. As he let his eyes wander down to her cunt, he could see the way her red cunt lips were spread wide apart, and they looked rather wet. He wondered if she had been playing with herself, but didn't really care too much about it.
"What's in the bag?" she asked, for it was the first thing she noticed.
"Oh, just a new soap dish for the bathroom. I noticed that the other one was cracking and I brought this one home from the store."
He started to open his shirt buttons, as he put the bag on the floor by the bed.
"Why don't you put it in the bathroom?" she asked him, but he just smiled, and then continued to strip himself.
He stepped out of his shoes and pulled his socks off, then started to open his pants and push them down around his ankles. He slid out of his underwear, and then, as he turned to her, he rolled on top of her.
His cock was pretty hard then, and as he started to kiss her on the lips, he could feel how soft and warm her body was under his.
"Oh, Sam, you haven't been this loving and tender in God knows how long," she moaned.
"Just wait, baby," he said to her. "Just you wait."
He could feel the way she kept pressing her cunt up against his hard cock, as if she was hoping that he would slide his dick right into her. He loved the way she was doing it, because she was turning herself on at the same time.
And because of that, it was easy for him to start pulling her hands up over her head, holding one hand in each of his two hands.
He had left the bag open a bit, too, so that when he had both of her hands up over her head, it was easy for him to hold them both with one hand, and reach down for the bag with his other hand, to get the rope.
Judy was so lost in her passions, that she hardly even noticed what he was doing. All she was thinking about was his cock between her legs, and how she would love to reach down and guide it into her cunt.
But she kept thinking that he would do it in his own sweet time, and that the time before he did it would be a time for her to get more turned on.
It wasn't until he pulled the rope tight around her wrists, that she felt it cutting into her flesh, and knew something was happening. Something horrible.
CHAPTER THREE
Blonde-haired Peggy Simmons couldn't sleep at all that night.
Many things were on her mind. She had an English exam the next day, and she had just put no time into studying for it, mainly because of the part that she was up for in the class play. Although she knew that there was a chance that she'd fail this English exam, the thought of getting the lead in the play was much better.
So, she had been practicing her audition speech all night. She had decided to do one of Juliet's speeches from Shakespeare, because she thought that the drama coach would be impressed with her for choosing an author as hard as Shakespeare.
She had memorized the speech days ago, and each time that she went over it, she seemed to put a different emphasis on different words, until she was just so confused with what she was doing, that she decided to forget about it for the night.
It was not until she lay down to try and sleep that she discovered she was' having trouble falling out. Now that she had stopped trying to think about, the play, she was thinking about her English exam, and it was making her nervous.
And that was when she had first heard it.
There was a cracking sound that she was sure was coming from her parents' bedroom, and when she heard it, it made her shudder. It was the first time that she had ever heard anything like that before.
The hard crack was followed by something that sounded like a moan. Or a groan. She couldn't really tell the difference, although, just the other day, she and some friends at school had been talking about it.
"When someone hurts you, you groan," Sue Smith had said, "and when that same someone makes you feel good, you moan."
"Bullshit," Leila Haren had said. "That's total bullshit. There are such things as moans of pain, you know."
"That would be groans of pain," Sue-had insisted. "Moans of pleasure and groans of pain, and that's all there is to it."
"No. There are also groans of pleasure. Some people groan instead of moaning and they're still feeling that same pleasure."
And so it had gone on back and forth, and back and forth, until they had turned to Peggy so that she could decide.
But she hadn't been able to tell them anything, because Peggy Simmons was a virgin, and although she heard about things like that, she had never really thought about it too much, enough so where she would want to explore.
But that night, in bed, she heard the cracking sounds, and the groans, or the moans, and she wondered who they were coming from.
It seemed to go on for the longest time. She heard other kinds of slapping sounds, and she started to think about something.
Slowly, she pulled her hand up and then slapped herself on the leg.
That was when she was sure that the slapping sounds she heard from the bedroom next to hers were the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. She tried it again, just to be absolutely positive, and when she was, she was scared.
She wondered what was going on in her parents bedroom. Who was slapping who, and if anyone was slapping anyone else, why?
Although her father had started out the night in one of his shitty moods, when he had come to say goodnight to her, he had apologized for the way he was acting and had really seemed like he had gotten himself together.
So who was hitting who?
She tried not to think about that too much, for her Juliet speech and her English exam were still running through her mind. In the end, she did something that she had just started doing for the past few weeks. It had been something that she had discovered one night, just by chance.
She had been feeling this kind of itch in her cunt one night, a few weeks back, and right away, she had thought that she had some kind of social disease. Of course, it had never occurred to her that one would have to have had sex with someone in order to get a social disease, and she was terrified.
Slowly, she had slid her nightie up, and she had moved her hand down to her cunt lips. She had spread them wide apart, hoping to be able to look in and see what was going on in there. Her clit had been nice and stiff, and once she had had it exposed, she moved her fingers to it.
Peggy had discovered that night, just by touching herself, that she could make herself come really hard. She hadn't really known that it was coming, what she was doing, but when she had felt her juices flowing and had remembered hearing all kinds of talk from her friends, she had been sure.
And she had loved it. Of course, her first orgasm had been rather scary, for her cunt kept spasming, and the juices just kept flowing, and for a few seconds, she had thought that she might have broken something inside of her body.
Eventually, the spasms had subsided, and she had been so happy about the feeling, that she had started playing with herself a second time. She had worked herself up to an even more incredible orgasm than her first one had been, as far as the surge went.
The spasms and the flow of juices had not lasted as long as the first one had, but she had been rather happy about it.
The one thing it had done for her was wear her out.
That first night when she had played with herself, she hadn't stopped for such a long time, that when she finally was finished, she just fell asleep with her fingers still buried inside of her cunt.
It had been a good thing to know, Peggy soon discovered, because there were many nights when she had trouble sleeping, and the only way to go about wearing herself out was to masturbate herself into an exhausted state.
This night, as she heard the cracking sound and thought about all her problems at school with the play and the test, she knew that the only way she would ever get to sleep would be for her to play with herself.
And so, she pulled her nightie up over her blonde-haired cunt patch, and she started to slide her fingers down to her pussy lips. She massaged them gently, and she could feel the way that they were getting wetter.
Then, she spread her cunt lips wide apart, and she felt her exposed clit. She moved her fingers down and touched it, and just as that happened and she felt a minor surge, she heard the cracking sound again.
It was almost as if the surge and the cracking sound melded into each other, and they all seemed to be part of the same feeling.
She moaned at the same time that she heard the groan or moan from the other room, so that she really didn't hear it as well as she had the other times. Instead, she just knew that it would have been coming, and because she expected that response, she was sure that she had heard it.
She continued to play with her cunt for the longest time. When her cunt started to spasm around her fingers, she moaned softly.
And the whole time, there was that cracking sound. Sometimes, it sounded like flesh hitting flesh, and at other times, it sounded like something else hitting something else. She thought that the second something else could be flesh, too, although she really didn't know for sure.
And the whole thing continued to meld. It was almost as if she was starting to get off on that cracking sound as she was playing with herself, and soon, she had managed to work herself up into a frenzy.
She did get some sleep that night, but by the time she fell asleep it was already rather late, and when she woke up the next morning, she couldn't believe that the evening had flown by as fast as it had.
Peggy got up and showered that morning, to wash the come from between her legs, and then she started to put on some make-up. She wanted to look her best at the audition that afternoon, and she was sure that her mother, who usually didn't approve of her wearing make-up, wouldn't mind that morning.
Peggy was not at all prepared for the way her mother looked, nor the tension that she could feel in the kitchen, as soon as she walked in for breakfast. She looked at her father first, and that was when she felt the tension.
Then, she looked at her mother. She could see the way her mother was wearing a turtleneck blouse with long sleeves, which seemed like such an odd thing to be wearing on a day that was supposed to be rather warm.
She was also wearing a pair of jeans and boots, so that the only part of her flesh that Peggy could see was her hands and her face.
And it was her face that let her think her mother was in pain. She could see the way there were bags under her mother's eyes, and she could see how pale her mother's complexion was looking.
"Good morning," Peggy said, to try and break the tension, but neither parent answered her when she spoke, and that bothered her.
It was Robert who seemed to liven things up a bit. He ran into the kitchen bubbling with energy, so much so, that he hardly even seemed to notice the tense silence that had been there seconds before.
"Today's the day I try out for track," he said. "And today's the day that you try out for the play, Peg. Isn't that great? If the two of us both get into what we're trying out for, it'll be terrific."
"It'll mean a lot of practice and rehearsals, right?" their mother asked.
They both shook their heads yes, and although Peggy wasn't too sure of what her mother mumbled, she was pretty sure that it had to do with the fact that they wouldn't be home as often as they usually were, if they were accepted.
She seemed to be saying it as if she didn't like the idea too much, as if she wished that they would be around the house more often. Although she wanted to wait for her father to leave first, so she could ask her mother if something was wrong, time was running by fast.
Both kids had to get up and run off to school, and Peggy dutifully kissed her mother and father on. the cheek, then waited for Robert.
As soon as they were outside, she spoke to him, while walking.
"Did you hear something strange last night?" she asked. "I know you might not have. My room is right next to theirs."
"I wish that I knew what the fuck you're talking about, Peg."
"I thought that I heard a cracking sound coming from their bedroom. I thought that I heard a groaning sound, or something."
"They were probably fucking, you snoopy little bitch," he told her.
Robert knew all about fucking. Just the other week, he had finally coerced Jenny Tiler into putting out for him.
He had been seeing her for a while, and he had been coming on to her more and more as each date passed by. Finally, he had just come right out and told her that there were many girls who wanted to fuck him (which was not the truth) and that if she wasn't going to do it, he would get someone else.
"And you know what that means?" he asked her. "It means I'll never want to see you again. It'll be an end to our relationship."
She had seemed shattered when she heard that, and so, she had put out for him.
Robert would never forget how nice it had been to feel his cock sinking into the lush wetness of her cunt, and when she had started to spasm around him, he was sure that there was no feeling in the world that was better, than fucking.
He had managed to hold back from coming for about a half an hour.
Because he had managed to hold back for so long, and he had been feeling the pleasure running through him the whole time, he had been well aware of the way he and Jenny had both been moaning really loud.
That was why he could explain all of that to Peggy as they walked to school.
"It was the moans from the fucking that you heard," he said to her.
"And what about the cracking sound?" she asked him. "What was that?"
"I don't know," he said to her. "Shit, I answered one of your questions. How much do you expect me to know?"
Suddenly, Peggy pulled her hand back and slapped her brother across the face.
At first, he had seemed like he was ready to strike back. After all, ever since they were kids, Robert would still beat up on her if she got on his nerves. He didn't think that there was anything wrong with hitting her, especially if she'd struck the first blow.
That time, though, he didn't try to hit her. He just stopped walking.
"Now what the fuck was that all about?" he asked her. "Why did you just do that?"
"Did you hear the sound?" she asked him. "Did you hear it?"
"How the fuck could I not hear it, Peggy? You hit me about three inches away from my ear. I could hear it all right, and feel it."
"Well, that was the sound," she said to him. "That was the slapping sound that I heard coming from the bedroom. I think that someone was hitting someone else."
They continued to walk. They were only a few blocks away from the school then, and Robert looked at her as if she was crazed.
"And who do you think hit who?" he said, and he was smiling about the whole thing because he thought that it was all a crock of shit to begin with.
"I'm sure that he was hitting her," Peggy said. "Didn't you notice how terrible she was looking today? Didn't you see it?"
"No, I'm sorry, but I didn't," he said. "What was wrong?"
Peggy started to tell him about the way their mother had been wearing the turtleneck shirt, and also, about the way her complexion had seemed to pale.
However, he told her that she had to be imagining things, and by that time, they were walking up the school steps toward their respective classes.
He wished her good luck at the audition, since they never saw each other during the day, and she wished Tim good luck at the track try outs.
As Peggy started to walk toward her first class, she felt a hand pull at her hair just a bit. She was so startled, that she let out a low scream.
She turned, and saw that it was her friend, Leila.
"Hey, did you hear the news?" the black-haired girl said to her. "Well, I guess you couldn't have heard the news, as I just heard it today, and the only way that I heard about it was when I went to get Sue, on my way to school, and... "
Leila had a habit of taking forever to tell a story, Peggy knew, and she could tell that was just what her friend was doing then. She put her hand over Leila's mouth, and she started to smile at her.
"In the simplest way possible, Leila. I don't have all day."
"To make it simple, Sue's father was taken to jail last night."
And that was all that she said, for she had made her point, and she started to walk right ahead of Peggy. That time, it was Peggy who grabbed her hair.
"Now you tell me what happened," she said. "Don't just tell me that."
"Christ, I wish you would make up your mind. All right. This is all that I know. I went to pick up Sue this morning, and she said she couldn't come to school. Last night, her mother and father started to have a fight. From what Sue said, they were having it in bed while they were fucking."
"How could she know a thing like that?"
Peggy asked Leila.
"How?' It's easy. She heard the yelling and tried to find out what it was, and when she opened the door, she caught her parents in the middle of fucking. Her father's dick was still in her mother. She knows what fucking is."
"We all do," Peggy said, even though she had no immediate experience.
"Well, he was beating the shit out of her, slapping her across the face, punching her in the tits. At least that was what Sue said. And when her mother spit into her father's face, the man moved his hand to the woman's neck and started to strangle her a bit, pressing harder and harder.
"That was when Sue made her move. She jumped onto her father's back and managed to wrestle him off of her mother. She said that as she pulled him out, she could see the way his cock was still hard. Isn't that strange?"
Peggy could hardly believe it. She had heard stories about wife-beaters, but she had never heard one first hand, and with such detail added.
"Was Sue able to wrestle her father all the way off?" Peggy asked.
"Her mother broke a lamp over his head, and while he was out cold, they called the police who came to take him away. Imagine, having a father who beats your mother. Shit, I don't know if I could live with it. I'd think that it would leave some kind of psychological scar in me or something like that."
"I don't think you have to worry, Leila," Peggy told her.
For when Peggy thought about Leila's father, she thought that he was one of the most passive men in the world. He kind of reminded her of a little worm, and she was thinking that if there was any beating going on in Leila's house, it would have to be her mother beating up on her father.
During her first course, which was history, Peggy kept her English book open and tried to cram. She did so through her second period, Music, and finally, period three was the test. As she walked out of the class, she felt that she had passed, not with such a good grade, but for the amount of time that she had put into it, she was sure that she had done all right.
It was a relief. It made the rest of the day go by faster, except, of course, for the audition, which she kept thinking about.
The auditions were held at the end of the school day, and by the time she got there, the place was packed with young hopefuls.
Mr. Steve Pinter was the head of the drama department. He was a handsome man with black hair and a beard and moustache, and he seemed to be acting all the time, even when he was just teaching his class.
Peggy had always thought that he was a most attractive man, and as she walked over to him to get a number, so she would know when she would audition, he took her hand.
"Peg, would you mind staying a little late?" he asked her. "You see, I want to see all the girls before you go on. I've seen your work in class and I'm really thinking of you for the lead. That's why I'd like to see you last, so that I can compare you with all the others who try out. And I'd like your opinion on the others, too."
She knew that she had nothing else to do that afternoon, and felt quite honored that he had asked her to stay.
In some ways, she was so sure that she would have the lead part without even having to audition for it. She didn't sit next to him, because she thought that would make all the other young hopeful hate her.
But every so often, when someone was reading a speech, she would turn and look at him, and make some kind of gesture of approval or disapproval, which he, in turn, would pick up on. Then, he'd make some gesture back. There were literally hundreds of them, and after the first few, Mr. Pinter was just cutting the speeches shorter and shorter.
"To be or not to be, that is the... " someone started to say, and the teacher spoke right up and told the young man that he had heard enough.
Of course, it was not good for the egos on those young students, but Peggy kind of liked it, only because she knew that she would get to read her speech sooner, if he kept things up like that.
It wasn't until five-thirty that she got to read her speech. By that time, the place had cleared out, for after a student auditioned, he or she left, because they had all been told that the cast list would be posted the next day, and there was really no sense in waiting around.
Peggy started to walk up on the stage, and she was rather surprised when her teacher began to walk up on the stage with her. She would have thought that he'd want to sit in the back and watch her read.
She started her speech, and prayed that he wouldn't interrupt her.
After all, it had taken her so long to learn the fucking thing, that she didn't want him to cut her short.
He didn't. He stood in the wings of the small stage and watched her, his hands folded across his chest, so that she had no idea whether he was liking her or not. It was making her a little nervous, but she still managed to finish.
"Very good," he said, clapping his hands together, and she started to walk toward him. "That was very good. You could easily get the lead, but... "
And he stopped talking just then, which really bothered her.
But, what? But, what? That was all she could think about, and she was just too scared to want o ask him.
Finally, she had to, and he kept smiling at her.
"But there are others who are just as good as you. I was wrong, I see. I thought that you were better than all the others. You're not bad, but you're not that much better. Debbie Thomas was very good. She could easily get it."
"Mr. Pinter, what are you doing?" she said to him then.
"I don't know what you mean," her teacher answered, and he kept smiling.
"I mean, why are you putting me through this. Am I supposed to ask you what I have to do to get the lead in this play?"
"That would be a nice start," he said to her. "A very nice start."
"All right then. What do I have to do to get the lead in the play?"
He didn't say anything at first, but she could see the way his eyes were looking up and down her body. She was dressed properly, in a blouse and jeans, so that he really couldn't see anything important.
But his way of looking at her was making her well aware of what that something was that he had in mind. In fact, there was no doubt left in her mind when he moved his hand down to his crotch and started to rub himself.
"I see," she said to him. "I see."
"What do you see, Peggy?" he asked, and he was being the sly one. After all, he knew how much he could hurt his position if he came on to her too strongly and she refused and then reported him.
So, to save himself from any harm, he was just playing it cool. He was not coming on to her strongly at all. He was, in fact, waiting for her to suggest it.
"If I let you make it with me, I get the lead, right?" she asked.
He didn't even say yes. He just shook his head, and waited for her reply.
Peggy was stunned. She had always found her teacher to be quite attractive, although she had always found him to be a bit affected. In fact, she had thought that he was one of the kind of man who didn't even like women.
But now, she was learning something different, and all she was thinking about was how much did she really want that part.
She wanted it bad. She had put so much into the audition, and she had talked with everyone that she knew, telling them how much she wanted that lead role.
Slowly, she walked-right up to him, and then, she moved her hand between his legs. She started to rub the cock bulge that she could feel forming there, and she closed his eyes and started to moan softly.
"Yes, that does feel nice. I know that a mouth around my cock would feel even nicer. A mouth running up and down my naked cock."
Slowly, Peggy started to open the man's zipper. She reached into his pants and underpants, and pulled out his thick cock.
As she looked at it, she was quite amazed. She thought that it was quite nice looking for one thing, and for another, it was huge. She hadn't really known that a cock could be so big, but then again, it was her first.
He moved his hands to her shoulders and started to apply pressure. She let herself sink down to her knees n front of him, and then, as she opened her mouth, he moved his cock head there.
He thrust himself in all the way, and she felt how her throat had to open to take his cock in Still and all, there was something so nice about the way that it felt. He started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth rather slowly, and she could taste the flavor of it.
When he moved his hands to her blouse buttons and opened them, she felt the way her nipples were starting to get aroused. He pulled her bra down below her tits and started to massage her nipples with his open palms.
Peggy moaned loud around his cock. Her nipples throbbing more under his touch, and he seemed to know it, too.
He was moaning louder and louder as she was sucking him, and she was rather surprised when he started to come so fast.
She was surprised, first, because of the way his cock pulsated, and second, because of how warm and tasty the cream was. He had pulled his cock back a bit so that the head of it-was no longer pressed in her throat, and Peggy felt the way his cream tasted on her tongue before she swallowed it.
"Yeah, keep sucking, Peggy," he moaned, "because this is only the beginning. I want to stay hard, and then I want to eat that red-haired pussy of yours. And then, I want to stick it into you, deep."
She thought about the way her own fingers turned her on, and she knew that his cock was going to have to do the same thing. In fact, she kept thinking about those moments when her cunt spasmed hard around her fingers, and she was so sure that it was going to feel even better when she had a nice hard cock to spasm around.
When she felt that his cock stayed hard, she pulled her mouth back. Then, he helped her stand up, and led her toward a raised platform that was in the wings of the stage.
He told her to get undressed and lay back on the platform. .
Peggy did as she was instructed, even though she did feel a little bit embarrassed about having to get undressed in front of him. Still, when she pushed her pants and panties down, and he saw her red cunt patch, he let out a low moan that made her know how much he had to want her.
Then, as she lay back, he got down on his knees near the platform.
Mr. Pinter moved his mouth to her cunt lips and started to suck on them. She could feel the heat raging through her body as soon as his tongue flicked inside of her and made contact with her clit, and she started to come rather hard. She was moaning louder and louder as she was coming.
And then, she felt it. At first, she was hardly even aware of the feeling, as much as she was aware of the sound.
While he had been eating her, he had just spanked her buttocks with both hands.
It was that same sound that she remembered having heard the night before.
There was a slight rise in her passions, and she felt the way her cunt started to spasm even harder, so that more juices gushed forth.
When he knew what he had done, he spanked her ass again.
That time, she felt the pain on her buttocks, but that pain wasn't as bad as she would have thought it would be. Because all of her senses were heightened, her flesh was quite open and receptive to touch.
When he hit her ass so hard, her buttocks tingled more than they had in the longest time, and she loved it.
They started to work out a pattern. Each time he would wrap his lips around her clit, he would spank her ass, and he would feel her clit throbbing in his mouth, and then open his mouth for the flow of juices.
Peggy was getting hotter and hotter as each second passed by.
At one point, when she sensed that he was going to start licking his way up her body, in order to fuck her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his head and held him there, so that he couldn't pull away.
"Keep eating me longer," she moaned. "Spank me, too. I like it."
So, he kept eating her, and his spankings were getting harder and harder, or, she thought, her ass was just starting to hurt more because of all the previous ass slaps that had been applied to her flesh.
She came so hard, that she hardly even noticed it when he licked his way up and rammed his cock right into her pussy, for she had been lost in the middle of an orgasm when he had done that to her.
He started to thrust in and out of her cunt like crazy.
At the same time, she heard the cracking sound, and when she lifted her head up just a little bit, she could see what it was.
He had pulled his belt out of his pants loops, and he was starting to hit her on the ass with that, instead of his hand.
It hurt more, because the leather could hurt more than his flesh, and when he looked at her and saw how puzzled she was, he explained to her that his hand had been starting to hurt him too much, and the leather didn't.
Peggy felt her ass on fire, and she felt that way in her cunt, too.
She was glad that she had had no hymen for him to break, because she knew that it not only could have been bloody, but it also could have been a terrible mess. That way, she had been able to get right into the fuck sensation.
When it seemed like he was going to shoot it into her, she wrapped her legs tightly around his ass, during one point when he had thrust in deep, and she held him there as she was moaning louder and louder.
"No, not yet, Mr. Pinter. Not yet. I want to wait. I want to wait. I don't want you to come inside of me so soon."
Her teacher seemed to be panicking, she could tell, and he really was. He knew that the janitor would be coming in to clean up the auditorium soon, and the thought of being caught with his cock in his student's cunt, was not a good one.
"Come on, Peggy, loosen your legs. We don't have much time," he moaned.
"No, please, just a few more minutes. Just a few more."
She could see the way he was getting more and more angry with her, and she liked the feeling that she was getting from him when it was happening.
He started to panic more and more because of her tight leg grip, and he pulled his belt back and whacked her on the ass harder. Mr. Pinter started to do that over and over again, so that the last few lashes he inflicted upon her ass were harder than all of the others combined.
He did break her leg lock, and Peggy felt the way he started to thrust in and out of her, all over again.
That time, he worked himself up fast. She felt his cock pulsating harder in her cunt, and soon, he was shooting his cream into her.
The girl threw her head back and let out a long, pleasure filled moan. She started to thrust her cunt up and down against his cock, and she could feel the last few drops of his come filling her up.
By the time it was over, her flesh was wet with sweat, and she felt as if she had just stepped out of a rain storm.
She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him on the lips, at the very same moment that she felt his cock fall out of her cunt. Then, there was a noise in the back of the auditorium, and he pulled away completely.
All he had to do was stick his cock back into his pants and put his belt back on, but she first had to start getting dressed.
By the time the janitor had walked on stage, she had her bra and panties on, and when the man gave the teacher an odd look, Mr. Pinter just smiled.
"It was an audition. We're going to have a scene in the play where she's dressed in just her bra and panties, and I had to see how she looked."
The man nodded, as if he understood, but he did look at the wet platform they had fucked on.
Peggy was the one who finally turned her back on the janitor so that she could finish dressing, and then, she and her teacher walked out.
"Do you think he knew?" she asked him, and Mr. Pinter smiled.
"He knew. But then again, I've caught him one or two times, also."
"I want you to know that it was the first time I was ever with a man," she said to him. "I don't know if you can believe it, but it's true."
"It's nice to hear," he said. "I don't know if I do believe you, but I think that I will. It really is a nice thought."
She followed him out of the school and down the front steps.
"Do I get the part?" she asked him then, and he nodded. She hugged him, and then she pulled away from him. "I don't know if I should be doing that anymore."
"Not in public. But when we start to have our private rehearsals, you can do it all that you want to."
She couldn't have been happier, and was even more happy when he asked her if she needed a ride home. Although she lived close to the school, and could have walked, she liked the idea of getting a ride from him.
It was not until they were in the car, on their way toward her house, that she decided she was going to ask him.
"Mr. Pinter, why did you start to spank me when you were eating me?"
"Why? Well, I used to go with someone who loved to be spanked like that. In fact, it was the only thing that really turned her on."
"You're kidding. There are people in the world who get turned on being spanked?"
He started to laugh then, and she was so confused, until he explained.
"Of course there are, Peggy, and you're one of them."
"No, I'm not," she said to him. "I'm really not. That just can't be."
"Why? When I was first eating you, I could tell that you were feeling some nice pleasures, but it wasn't until I started to spank you that I noticed the way you came even harder. That's why I kept it up. I could feel the way your cunt was spasming around my tongue. I could feel the way your juices were flowing."
She thought about it. It was true. She had been getting turned on the more brutal he had been with her.
"And what about the belt?" she asked him. "Why did you use that?"
"Some people get turned on by being whipped," he said to her. "That's why I did it to you. I didn't whip you as hard as people have been known to be whipped, but I know that I easily could have."
"Are there really people who get off on being whipped?" she asked.
"You were coming harder when it was happening. Didn't it ever happen to you before? I was trying to figure out why you were getting so turned on."
But she didn't want to tell him about the noises that she had heard in the middle of the night last night, because she was still a little bit upset about them.
However, she knew one thing now that she had not known that morning.
One sound that she had heard the night before had been the sound of a hand slapping flesh, and the other sound had been that of leather hitting flesh.
She knew that it had to be her mother's flesh that had been beaten, otherwise, her mother probably wouldn't have been dressed the way she had been.
It confused Peggy, and more than anything else, she wanted to get to the bottom of what had happened.
CHAPTER FOUR
He had been the last one to try out for the track, and therefore, he was the last one in the showers at the end of the day.
Robert Simmons was feeling sensational as the warm water washed the sweat off his body, only because he knew he had made the team. His time had been better than the times of all the other boys, and it was reason to rejoice.
Of course, there were other reasons not to be so happy.
He had passed Jenny Tiler in the halls at school many times that day, and she had been coming onto him like a bitch in heat. At one point, during passing, she had gotten him near a wall, and had almost been pressing her cunt against him. Her tits had been inches away from his chest.
What's the matter, Bobby? Don't you like me anymore?"
Of course I do," he had said, lying a bit. I told you I do."
You haven't said one nice word to me since we fucked each other. You've been treating me like I'm just some cheap piece of shit."
Now, Jenny, you know that isn't true," he had said to the brown-haired girl. I've just been busy. I've just been trying out for track, and I don't have time for girls now. They take away from my energy."
Well, you lying bastard," she had said to him, I see where I stand now. Right behind you and your fucking track field. Well, I think that sucks."
She had turned and had walked off. For a few seconds, Robert had thought about going after her, but he had decided not to.
He knew that if he had, he would have given her the wrong impression. He would have been letting her think that he really did like her, and that wasn't the truth.
He had liked her once, but now that he had had her, he was no longer interested. She had a nice body, and she had been a hot fuck, but he had other things on his mind. Track, like he had said, was first and foremost.
There was a reason, that only someone like Robert would figure out.
The track meets at the schools were huge events. Hundreds upon hundreds of hot young girls would come to watch them.
His goal was to prove himself to be such a star, that all the girls would want him and he would take them on, one at a time.
He was sure that there would be a few who would be hot enough, and warrant a second roll in the hay, but he wouldn't even think of a third time with any girl unless she was the hottest thing on two feet.
After all, that third time could have been his first time with a new bitch.
Thinking those things in the shower was starting to make him hard. He could see the way his dick was getting stiffer by the second, and he was so glad that he was all alone in the locker room. He knew that if there had been any other boys down there, they might have thought that he was strange, getting a hard-on and all.
He moved his soapy hand around his shaft, and he started to rub it. He could feel the way the pleasure was surging through his body, and when he saw a drop of come at the slit of his cock, he moved his finger there and rubbed it away.
He was moaning so loud, that he .hardly even heard the door to the locker open. He didn't hear anything, in fact, until there was a voice.
Well, look at that," he heard Jenny saying. Look at that cock. Didn't I tell you that he had a nice big one?"
Yes," Nancy Rubin agreed, and they were both standing near the shower stalls, looking in and watching him.
He turned to face them, his hard cock bobbing up and down in the air.
What are you two girls doing here?" he asked, and he was not at all ashamed of his cock. If anything, he was feeling quite proud, because he could see the way that Nancy's gaze had moved right between his legs.
He knew that she was turned on by his hard-on.
I watched you run," Jenny said to him. I watched you run, and then, I waited until all the others had left."
Slowly, she was starting to peel her clothing off. He could see how hot her tits looked when she took off her blouse, and when she slid out of her pants and panties and bared her pussy, he wanted it.
Then, he looked at Nancy. She was still standing there, just watching.
Why did you bring her with you?" he asked.
For one thing, I didn't think you'd want me alone. You didn't seem to want me today. I thought that I would bring you someone new. I'm sure that you're man enough to be able to handle us both."
When Jenny looked at Nancy, the red-haired girl started to get undressed, too.
As she did, Robert could not help but compare their bodies. Although he was more turned on to redheads than he was to girls with brown hair, he thought that Jenny was still hotter looking, only because her tits were bigger.
Nancy had nice-looking tits, he could tell, but they were small. Her red pussy patch was nice and hot looking, though, and when he saw it, he could feel the way his dick was bobbing up and down. He started to walk out of the shower stalls.
After all, there were benches in the locker room, and he knew that it would be just as easy to fuck on a bench.
He moved right over to Jenny, since she was supposed to be his girl and he didn't want to get her jealous. He put his arms on her shoulders and then he started to kiss her all over her face.
He pressed his lips against hers, and dug his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he could feel her sucking on it, and reaching for his cock. She started to rub the head of it against her cunt patch.
Then, he felt something happening from behind. He could feel the way that Nancy was moving herself closer to him.
She was rubbing her cunt patch against his buttocks, and moving her hands up and down the sides of his body.
He moved his hands behind his back, to reach for her cunt.
At the very same moment that he did it, he felt something being snapped on his wrists, and when he tried to pull them apart, he couldn't.
At that very same moment, too, both girls stood back.
Look at him," Nancy started to laugh. He's as helpless as a baby."
Yes, and that's just what he is," Jenny said. A spoiled baby, who, after fucking a girl, has no interest in her after."
What are you two doing?" he screamed. . What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I'm going to get even with you, you bastard," Jenny said.
She pulled her leather belt out of her pants, and started to whip him on the ass with it. He hopped all around the room, naked, with his hands bound behind his back, just to try and avoid the blows.
However, it turned out worse for him because of the way he moved.
The belt hit him on the thigh many times, and it did come close to hitting his cock at a certain point, which scared him.
He was surprised that his cock stayed hard the whole time, and he could see that the girls were just as surprised.
"How would you like to suck him?" Jenny asked Nancy.
"You said that I could, if I would do this with you," Nancy said.
"Then go ahead. You'll see how eager that one is to be sucked."
Nancy moved right in front of him and sunk to her knees. There was nothing that he could do, nor was there anything that he wanted to do, once he felt the way her sweet lips just wrapped right around his shaft.
She started to flick her tongue along the underside of his cock shaft, and he could feel the way he was pulsing a bit.
Then, at that same second, he felt another hard crack on his buttocks.
Jenny was whipping him with the belt, harder and harder, and he could feel the way his ass was stinging even more.
And yet, because of the way that he was aroused, that cruel pain was starting to feel nicer than he ever would have expected it to.
The flesh all over his body was very sensitive, and his buttocks were sensitive as well. When he had been fucking Jenny that time, and she had been rubbing her hands up and down his ass, he had felt nice tingling sensations.
Now, with the hard whipping, those sensations were intensified even more, so that he was feeling even better.
He started to moan louder and louder, and Nancy, who was not all that used to sucking cocks, could feel the way he was pulsing in her mouth.
"I'm gonna come," he screamed, as Jenny screamed out, "No."
But it was too late. They had both worked him up so much, that he started to shoot his come right into Nancy's mouth.
She, being caught off-guard, and not really liking the way his come tasted, started to gag around his cock a bit.
He saw the way his come was dripping out of the side of her mouth, and he was laughing louder and louder. He turned to face Jenny, who was still naked and holding the belt. She had stopped whipping him, though.
"It didn't work, did it, Jenny?" he asked her. "You thought that I wouldn't be able to come if you whipped me, and you turned out to be wrong."
"Keep sucking him," Jenny screamed at Nancy. "Keep him hard."
Nancy didn't seem to want to, he could tell, but Jenny had commanded her, and for some reason, Nancy seemed to really be under Jenny's command.
She kept sucking him, and because his orgasm had been so fast, and so nice, he was not at all surprised at how he stayed hard in her mouth. Eventually, Jenny moved in front of him and pulled Nancy back.
"Come on," she said to him, and she pulled him by his arms.
She dragged him over to one of the benches, where he had thought that they would end up getting it on to begin with.
She lay him down on his back, and his arms hurt as they pressed against the small of his back." His hard cock was pointing straight up in the air, and he watched the way that Jenny started to spread her legs.
"You knew that you would get me one way or the other, didn't you?" he said, and he was starting to laugh at her.
She lowered herself onto his cock, all the way, so that he could feel her buttocks rubbing over his groin. Then, she started to ride him up and down.
As she did, she reached for the leather belt again.
That time, Jenny Tiler started to whip his chest. He hated the way that felt, for it was more painful than it had been-on his ass. And yet, his senses were heightened again because of the fact that his cock was hard and was being stimulated, so there was not all that much pain.
Soon, in fact, it was turning into a nice kind of pleasure, and he started to moan a little bit louder as he felt it.
He could feel his cock pulsating inside of her cunt then, and he tried not to moan so loud. He had some idea of what that cunt wanted to do to him, and bringing him pleasure was not the idea.
However, bringing him to the peak of pleasure without letting him come seemed to be the idea. He remembered a talk that he had had with Jenny the first time he had been with her, and he knew that she had to remember it.
It had happened when they had been deciding who would be on top during their fuck session. He had ended up on top, in the end, but he had explained it.
"You see, one of the most frustrating feelings in the. world for a man is to have a woman ride him. Do you understand?"
"No. I would think that he'd like it. It would save him from having to move."
"But sometimes, the woman doesn't really know what's happening with the man and his cock, and the most frustrating feeling in the world is when a woman rides a man and then decides to slow down, just when he's ready to peak. That just leaves him hanging and leaves him feeling like shit."
Of course, he hadn't really known that for sure, since she had been the first girl that he had ever fucked.
However, he had masturbated enough to know that it would be a frustrating feeling if anyone ever did that to him.
And that was just what Jenny was doing to him now.
Just when he thought that he was going to come, she sat all the way down on his cock and didn't move an inch.
"Ha," she said to him. "I bet you thought that I was going to make you come, didn't you? Well, I'm not. I'm going to frustrate the shit out of you. How do you like you, you fucking bastard? How do you like that?"
She somehow managed to move her hand near his buttocks and hit him hard. He felt her open palm make contact with his flesh, and he winced in pain.
"Hey, what am I supposed to do?" Nancy suddenly said, and when they both looked over, she was just standing there, stark naked.
She kept moving her hands up and down her sides, as if she wished that she had some pockets to put her hands into.
"You want him to eat you?" Jenny had asked her. "He ate me, and he eats a cunt pretty well, considering what a fuck he is."
"Yes," Nancy said. "That would be nice. I think that I'd like it."
"Then lower your cunt onto his face. Smother him with-it."
Robert had mixed feelings about that. He didn't really mind eating a pussy, for he did love the taste of them.
However, to have one forced on him was a whole different story. He preferred it when the girl would lay back, so that he could move his mouth down on the cunt. When he saw Nancy's spread cunt moving toward his face, there was nothing that he could do but open his mouth and wish for the best.
Jenny started to ride his cock up and down again, and he felt her hitting his chest with the belt every so often. Also, she started to spank his ass every so often, too, so that his buttocks felt like they were on fire.
And somehow, that bitch knew just what was happening with him. He didn't even move an inch when it came to thrusting, because he was hoping that she wouldn't realize how much she was turning him on, so that she would make him come. He knew that if he would start to thrust, she would slow down completely.
But, without his even moving, she seemed to be well aware of the tension in his cock pole, and by the third time, when she was sitting on his cock and he was praying for her to move up and down because he would have shot if she did, he knew that this was really a horrible kind of punishment. He hated her for it.
He even started to beg her a little bit, and he did hate himself for doing something like that. He felt that it was putting him into an even more vulnerable position than he was already in. However, since Nancy's cunt was down over his mouth, he wasn't even sure if Jenny could hear what he had to say.
Nancy's cunt. The more he thought about it, the more turned on he was getting.
He had been told once, that the taste of pussy was something that he would have to get used to, and that it would take some time. Jenny's had been the first one that he'd ever eaten, and he had liked that one already.
But Nancy's was tasting even better than he could remember Jenny's having tasted.
He started to think about something else, too.
He had once been talking to his friend Jeff, who was something of an expert at eating a girl's cunt. At leas that was what Jeff always told everyone.
"It happened to me a couple of times when I was eating a girl," Jeff had said to him. "It happened so many times that I really can't remember how many."
"What?" Robert had asked him. "What happened to you?"
"Well, this chick wasn't even touching my dick too much, as if she was scared of touching it. She was just letting me eat her, and when she started to come, I got so turned on, that I could feel my cock throbbing. The more I ate her, the more it throbbed, until finally, I just shot my load."
"You mean you came without touching yourself? Or without her touching you?"
"Yup, and it was all because of the sweet taste of her pussy. It just turned me on so much, that I just started to come. Isn't that amazing?"
Robert hadn't thought it to be amazing. Actually, he had thought it was impossible.
He could remember going home a few days after that talk, and getting himself hard. Then, he had lain back on his bed, and he had started to think of the one thing that turned him on more than anything else. He had been thinking about fucking Jenny, since it was something that he could relate to.
He'd been thinking about his cock moving in and out of her cunt, working her over so well, that she was coming in all directions. Of course, that would mean that her cunt was not only warm and wet around him, but also, that it was spasming tightly around him. He had thought about it with such intensity.
And yet, nothing had happened with his cock. Nothing at all. After a few minutes, in fact, because of the lack of any kind of physical hand stimulation at all, he had felt his cock starting to go limp.
Now, as he was being forced to eat Nancy's cunt, and Jenny was riding him up and down and stopping at the worst moments to frustrate him, he started to wonder if he could actually will himself to come.
He started to tongue Nancy's stiff clit even faster, wiggling it back and forth and listening to her moan as he was doing it. He could feel the way her cunt juices were dripping into his mouth, slowly.
And then, he started to think of just how much he was loving the taste of them. He thought that there was no taste in the world that he was enjoying more than the taste of her come, and it started to work.
He felt his cock throbbing in Jenny's cunt. She had been riding him up and down rather fast, and hard, and when she felt those pulsations, of course, she sat all the way back down on him, and wouldn't move.
It was a whole mind over body trip then, and Robert was trying to get his mind to work for him as fast as possible.
He could feel the way that Jenny was pressing herself down on his groin harder and harder, as if she thought that she might be hurting him.
He knew why. After all, he could still feel his cock pulsing, and from he way she had been riding him before, and slowing down at those times when he pulsed hard, he knew that she had to still be feeling him pulsing now, even though she had slowed down.
"What the fuck is going on?" she said, not to anyone in particular.
He had his eyes closed. He was just thinking about the good taste of the pussy over his face, and his cock was throbbing more and more.
And then, suddenly, he started to come. Jenny seemed to be attempting to pull herself up off of him as he did, but for some reason, she stayed down there.
Robert thought about it. She was probably so into the feeling of a cock shooting off inside of her, that she just didn't want to get up, now that it was happening.
He was moaning louder and louder, and although he was no longer tonguing Nancy's stiff clit, her pussy juices still continued to flow into his mouth. At one point, he felt someone touching his nipples, and he could feel his passions rising more.
Robert couldn't believe how much he was coming, and he was loving the whole feeling of it. It was really the first time that he had never had to do anything to make himself come except for lying back.
Jenny had been doing all the riding on his cock, even though she had not really accomplished what she had set out to do. And even though she wasn't moving up and down his shaft as he was coming, he felt her starting to spasm.
He knew that it meant she was turned on, too, and not matter how much she might try to deny it later, there was no way that she could.
Just as he had done a mind over matter thing to get his cock to shoot in a pussy that seemed to want to keep him from coming just to torture him, he knew that her cunt was working against her mind.
She probably didn't want to come, but his load shooting into her was turning her on too much, and there was nothing that she could do.
A few seconds later, he felt her pulling off of him.
"Shit, you fucker," she said to him. "Nancy, get off his face."
Slowly, the redhead lifted her cunt off his face, and looked down at him.
"You really can eat a pussy well," she said to him.
But Jenny was not even thinking about things like that. She pulled her belt back and lashed it out at his chest, hard, so hat it cut into his skin. He could feel the way his chest bled a little bit.
"Jenny,, what are you doing?" Nancy asked her. "You'll hurt him."
"That bastard hurt me, and I wanna hurt him back. How dare he come."
"It's not your fault, Jenny," he said to her. "You were doing a good job. You almost kept me from coming. However, I worked it all out."
"How?" she asked him, and she hit him again.
"I really don't think that's any of your business. I'm not going to tell you."
She started to hit him even harder, and suddenly, Nancy attacked Jenny. She pushed the girl down on the floor and started to slap her across the face. As she did, she was sticking up for Robert at the same time.
Any guy who can eat a girl and make her feel that good isn't all bad, were some of the things that Robert thought he heard her saying, but he really wasn't listening all that well. He had managed to sit up, so that his hands were no longer pressed behind his back, and he was really getting off on watching the two girls fighting.
After all, they were both totally naked, and he loved the flying tits and hair that he could see as they attacked each other.
Robert was happy that Nancy ended up winning the fight, only because he was sure that Jenny would whip him again.
"Get dressed and get out of here," Nancy said to Jenny.
"You bitch. You said that you would help me get him," Jenny said back.
"I did. We both got him. But he got to me. I like him and I think that what he did to me was good. Just leave him alone."
Nancy stood there, holding Jenny's own belt over her, as a kind of threat, and slowly but surely, Jenny started to get dressed.
She cursed Nancy out as she started to walk toward the exit, and as she was just about to leave, Nancy called to her and threw her belt at her.
When the two of them were alone, Nancy freed Robert's wrists.
"That was a nice thing for you to do," Robert said to her. "I'm really glad that you stuck up for me."
"Well, I've kind of always had the hots for you, Bobby, and when Jenny told me what she was going to do, I liked the idea of it. I thought that she carried out what she was going to do okay. There was no reason to start whipping you afterwards."
"No," he said, and he moved his hands to her large tits.
He started to play with her nipples, and as he did, he could feel them getting stiffer. At the same time, much to his pleasant surprise, she slid her hand down to his cock and started to massage it a bit.
Robert was getting more and more turned on by the second.
"Robert, will you fuck me now?" she asked. "I wanted you to fuck me so bad when I was watching you and Jenny, but I was afraid to ask her."
"Sure," he said, and he laid Nancy down on the bench.
He spread her legs and started to rub his cock against her wet cunt lips. He could hear the way she was moaning as he did that, and he started to enter her good and hard. Suddenly, he felt something shattering inside of her, and as he pulled his cock back, he could see some blood there.
"Nancy, you are a virgin," he said to her. "You're a virgin."
"I was," she said to him. "You just changed all that. Keep moving."
Robert was a little bit upset. He knew that he had been the first one with Jenny, too, and look what that had gotten him.
He started to thrust in and out of Nancy's cunt faster and faster, and he could feel the way that she started to respond rather fast, too. Her pussy juices were flowing all over his erect shaft, and he was throbbing harder.
He held back from coming for the longest time, only because he knew that it was her first time and he wanted to make it last.
But when he could no "longer hold back, and he finally started to shoot his load into her, he also moved his lips to her ears and whispered.
"Don't fall in love with me, Nancy, and don't think that I owe you anything the way that Jenny did. Just remember that."
CHAPTER FIVE
After the children left for school in the morning, Judy and Sam had some harsh words with each other. In fact, they started the very second what the two young people walked out of the kitchen.
She stood up from the breakfast table, walked to the stove, and smashed a pot down on top, so that it made a loud crashing sound.
"Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked her.
"What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What do you think?' "I have no idea," he said to her.
"You bastard. How could you do what you did to me last night? I don't understand it. I really think that you suck."
"Don't tell me you didn't get turned on," he said to her. "Don't tell me that."
And she had closed her eyes for a second. She remembered the way he had come into the bedroom. He had started to kiss her gently, rubbing his body all over hers so that she had felt such warmth from him.
When he had started to thrust his hard cock up and down against her, she had been dying to feel it inside of her cunt.
Overall, she had still been confused. He had started out being in such a shitty mood that night, and she couldn't remember the last time his mood had changed so quickly.
The warmth of his flesh had kept her going for the longest time, so that when he was pulling both of her hands up over her head, she had hardly even seemed to notice it. That is,, until she felt him binding her wrists.
At first, she had even just felt a slight ropey feeling against her wrists, and she had no idea of what it was. But then, when he pulled the ropes tight and she felt them cutting into her flesh, she had hated it.
She had opened her mouth to scream, just as he had moved his and there.
"Don't say a word," he told her. "Don't say a fucking word. I'm not going to hurt you too bad; you bitch."
She couldn't believe it. Not hurt her too bad. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? She didn't want to be hurt at all.
When he had asked her if she promised to keep quiet and she shook her head yes, he had pulled his hand away. As calmly as she could, she had asked him.
"Just what do you think you're doing to me, Sam?"
"I'm trying something to add some spice to our marriage. It's a way to let out some of my aggressions. I think that you'll like it."
As fast as he could, he had rolled her over onto her back, and then, he had pulled part of the long rope down behind her. She felt her hands being tugged. She felt the rope fitting into the crack of her buttocks, and then, she felt the way he was tying the other end of the rope too her ankles.
After he had rolled her back onto her back, she had been helpless.
She had watched him reaching for something then, and when she had seen it she had had the desire to scream out again. She knew that if she did, she could get her kids to come running and come in and help her.
And yet, as soon as he saw her open her mouth, he had sensed that she was going to scream, and he had reached for his handkerchief.
She'd groaned as he'd stuffed it into her mouth, and then, he had hit her with the leather strap for the first time.
He had hit her right on the belly, and it had hurt. She had tried to struggle and squirm away from him, but all that seemed to do was make the ropes cut into her flesh even more,, and that was hurting like hell.
Eventually, Sam had started to go down on her. He had moved his mouth to her cunt and he had spread her cunt lips. He had started to lick her pussy lips, running his tongue up and down, and then, he had attacked her clit.
Just as she had felt a nice pleasure surge, he had spanked her.
Thee loud cracking sound of his hand against her ass had hurt her more than the actual feeling of it. She had been so surprised.
Her buttocks had been quite sensitive at the time, though, and she had been even more surprised when she had started to come a little bit harder. Of course, because he had felt the way that it was happening, he had started to hit her over and over again.
Judy had groaned a few times, even though the groans had been muffled in the gag that he had stuffed into her mouth.
At one point, Sam had started to turn his" body around. As he did, he had pulled the gag out of her mouth, and soon, he was straddling his cock right over her face and lowering himself into her mouth.
She couldn't scream then, because his cock served as a kind of gag.
He had started to thrust in and out of her mouth then, and she had tasted how sweet hiss cock was. For the next few seconds, he had really started to get into what he was doing, when it came to eating her, and she kept getting more and more turned on.
But then, he would change things. Every so often, when she would thrust her cunt up against his face, just so his tongue would sink in deeper, she would feel both of his hands hitting both of her buttocks at the same time.
The loud cracking sound bothered her more than anything else.
However, the pain that she felt was not as intense as it had been the first time he had hit her on the ass.
Judy had started to realize why. As he was turning her on, and her senses were being raised more and more, her skin was much more sensitive. When he had first slapped her, she hadn't been turned on at all. The second slaps came just as she was starting to come mildly, and so, her orgasm had felt a lot more intense.
But overall, he had started to go overboard, she knew. Because he had seemed to sense that she liked the ass slaps, he had started to administer them to her harder and faster, to the point where she was hating it.
He had made her come a few times, and although her pussy felt nice, her wrists and bound ankles were killing her.
As she stood by the stove and thought about it, he even pulled her long sleeves up a bit and looked at the rope burns on her wrists. She knew that she had those same kind of deep red burns on her ankles.
Then, there were the burn marks on her neck, which she thought she would never be able to forgive him for.
That had happened much later. It had been very hard for her to suck on his cock because off the positions that they had been in.
Actually, he had just been fucking her fate, thrusting himself in and out faster and faster, and she hadn't even been doing anything with her tongue.
Finally, after he had made her come a few times, he had pulled himself out of her mouth. He had sat her up on the bed, and he had stood up.
He had taken the leather strap and he had wrapped it around her neck. For a few seconds, she had contemplated screaming again, because she had been so sure that her husband had gone completely crazy, and was going to kill her.
She felt that she had to make one last effort to call her children for help.
But then, he had pulled her head closer, just by pulling the leather. It was almost like he was s making the leather strap serve as both a collar and a leash so that he could control her head more than ever.
And he was controlling her head. He started to guide her up and down his cock shaft, and at times, when he would pull so that his cock was buried deep in her mouth and throat, and she would try to pull back, she'd feel the way the leather was cutting into the back off her neck more and more.
And she had hated that part more than anything else. When she had felt him starting to throb, she had hoped that he would have the decency to pull back and not come in her throat. .He knew that she didn't really love it when he came in her throat, and now, it would have been even worse because of the confining leather strap.
He did start to come in her throat, and she had been gagging more than ever.
He, on the other hand, had been moaning louder and louder.
"Yeah, you hot bitch. Take it. Take it. Drink all of my come, you hot bitch."
His words were another thing that were turning her off. She hated hearing them.
She had even been crying a little bit, but they were involuntary tears. They had just started up because of the way she had been choking around his cock, and there had been nothing that she could do to stop them.
Sam had held himself in her mouth for the longest time, and when he had finally pulled out, he was still hard.
He had kissed his way down her body a bit, but every so often, she had felt the way he bit into her flesh instead of kissing her. At one point, he had ground his teeth against her nipples, and she had hated it. She had felt such pain, and had thought that he was going to bite her nipples off.
But then, he had eased up a bit, and she had felt him sliding his cock right into her cunt. At first, it had been nice.
The only thing that she had really hated about it was the fact that she was still tied. She wanted more than anything to be able to touch his flesh.
And then, when he had started to fuck her hard, she had wanted to slow him down..
There had been other times when he had tried to fuck her as hard as he had the last night, and she was always able to stop him from doing it by wrapping her legs tightly around his buttocks and keeping him from moving.
However, with her ankles bound together, there had been no way that she could do it. His cock kept slamming in and out of her, and she had thought that she was going to just die from the pain.
When she had looked at his face, though, she had seen such contentment, that it had scared her more than anything else.
Then, the slapping had started up all over again.
At certain points, by driving his cock into her deeply, he was able to lift her ass up off the bed, and when that happened, he would start to slap her on the buttocks. She hadn't minded it that much when he had been eating her and making her come and slapping her at the same time, because his eating of her cunt had made up for all of it.
But when he was fucking her hard and slapping her, she hated it.
The fucking was hurting her as well as the slapping. There was no part of it that she could enjoy, and the fact that he seemed to be enjoying all of it was just turning her off more and more.
She remembered the way she had actually felt hatred for him. It had been a long time since she had felt such an intense hatred for anyone, including him.
"Please stop it," she had started to beg him. "Please. I just can't stand this."
"I love it," Sam had been moaning. "This is the best sex that you and I have had in years, baby. Don't you think so?"
"No, I don't. I hate every single second of it."
"Get used to it," he had said, and when she had heard that, she had started to cry. She had thought that he was really crazy. He had come inside of her, but it hadn't even been soon enough. He had only been fucking her for about twenty minutes, but as far as Judy was concerned, she would have been happier had it all ended in five minutes.
He had left her tied for a while, and he had hit her a few more times.
And then, he had untied her, and he had gotten up to go to the bathroom. She had just laid there, wondering what to say.
She had, in fact, been hoping that he would say something first.
He hadn't. In fact, he had just come out of the bathroom and he had gotten into bed. He had leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, and then, he had wished her a good night. Seconds later, he rolled onto his side, and was snoring.
Judy had cried herself to sleep that night, and when she had gotten up the next morning and had seen the marks that were left on her body from his brutal treatment, she had cried a little bit more.
She had felt like a jerk putting on a turtleneck shirt on such a warm day, but she knew that both of her children were quite observant, and if they had seen the marks on her. body, they would have asked her what happened.
After they left, and he had told her how turned on she had gotten, she had flown into an even deeper rage.
"You think that I got turned on last night?" she screamed at him, as she turned around to face him. "Is that what you really think?"
"I could feel the way that you were coming hard when I was spanking you and eating you. You were coming harder than you ever do."
"Bullshit.. Sam, you had no right to do that to me. No fucking right."
"I have every right, baby. You're my wife. You're supposed to serve me. Let's face it, Judy. Things have not been good between us lately."
"And whose fault is that? I'm not the one who comes home in such a shitty mood. You are. Why don't you get your act together?"
"I did. I found out what really turns me on last night. It was the best sexual release of my life, Judy. Well, maybe not the best. When we first started to go together, straight fucking was just enough for me."
"And it's not enough now?" she asked him. "Is that what you're telling me?"
"Right. I've bee very unhappy with you for the last few years. But last night, well, it was almost as good as our first time together. No, it was better. And it's going to keep getting better, too."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that was only the beginning, Judy. There are so many other ways to tie up a woman and make love to her. There are so many other sex toys that we can work into our life.. I'm going to open up a whole new world for you."
"Never," she said to him. "I'll never let you do that to me again. I felt like a piece of f shit yesterday when you were abusing me like that, and I'm never going to let you do it to me again."
"Oh, you will," he had said, and he had stood up to get ready for work.
He had moved behind her, and he had started to kiss her gently on the neck. At first, she had felt rather nice, for her neck was sensitive.
She had started to moan a bit, and then, she had felt the way he was rubbing his groin against her buttocks. She had felt the way his cock was starting to stiffen as he rubbed himself there, and he had whispered into her ear.
"You know, I never did try to fuck you in the ass. A lot of girls supposedly love it when they have a cock in their assholes. I'll tell you what. We can do that tonight."
She had pulled away from him, and then, she had turned to face him. She had slapped him hard across the face with her open palm.
At first, he had stood there, somewhat stunned, she could tell. But then, he had pulled his hand back, and he had hit her back.
The sound of his flesh cracking against hers was so loud, and she could feel a stinging on her cheek and a ringing in her ear.
"You shit," she had said to him. "You fucking shithead."
"Hey, bitch, you struck the first blow, and I struck the last. Now you just get used to this new lifestyle of mine."
"And what if I don't?" she had asked, and she was sure she had him.
"What if you don't? Well, let me tell you something, baby. I could be happy going out and picking up a hooker, who would be more than happy for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do too her. If you're not going to let me do it, there are thousands of girls in thee world who will. Think about that."
And then, he had stormed out of the kitchen. She had stood there, dumbfounded, until she heard the front door slamming shut.
And then, she had sat down at the kitchen table. For a few seconds she had been choking back her tears, but then, she just couldn't help herself. She couldn't remember the last time in her life that she had felt so miserable.
She knew now that the only way they would have sex would be for him to tie her up and abuse her. She hated that touch of cruelty.
She had been brought up to love tender caresses, and she didn't think that she would ever be able to learn how to get whipped and spanked and love it as it was happening.
But somehow, she knew that she would have to. She just knew it.
Because the idea of him going out and fucking hookers was horrible to her. She thought about all the diseases that he could pick up, but even more, about all the pleasure that she would be denied if he didn't fuck her anymore.
CHAPTER SIX
The only thing that Judy didn't know was how to go about learning. She really didn't even think that it was possible for a person to love being treated cruelly.
So, for most of the morning, she just cried. She didn't even do her normal Tuesday afternoon chores, which included laundry and cleaning the kitchen, because she just couldn't put her energy into it.
She kept thinking about learning to get turned on to pain.
For she had already figured out that it was a matter of learning that, or just facing the fact that she and Sam were through.
And yet, she still loved Sam, even though he had hurt her the night before.
It wasn't until she started to look through her phone book, that she came across the name of Millie Reynolds.
Millie and Judy had been good friends ever since high school. Millie, in fact, had been Judy's maid of honor at her wedding, and it was at that same wedding that Millie had met Jeff Reynolds, the man she was to marry.
Jeff had been a friend of Sam's, and in many ways, Judy had been so happy when the two of them had started to date, and even happier when they had decided that they were going to get married.
They had gone out together a few times after the marriage, and that had been many years back. Because one night, as she and Millie had been talking, she had noticed that there was a red gash mark on Millie's wrist.
For a second, Judy was sure her friend had tried to kill herself.
The mark, after all, looked like the kind that was left after someone applied a razor blade to her wrists.
"Are you unhappy?" Judy had started to ask her. "Are you? Is that it?"
"I've never been happier," Millie had told her. "Jeff is all that I need in a man. Why do you ask me something like that?"
"Because of that," Judy had said, pointing to the red mark.
And Millie had started to smile. She had started to tell Judy that she was proud of those marks on her wrists, and that was the reason why she never really wore long sleeves to try and cover them, the way that the others did.
"Others?" Judy had asked her. "What others are you talking about?"
"The other beaten wives," Millie said. "Well, I shouldn't really use those words to describe our group. I mean, when you hear about a beaten wife, you start to think that it's bad. No. We're masochistic women, I guess. We like to be abused."
"What?"
And then, Millie had gone into detail. She had started to tell Judy that Jeff loved to tie her up and whip her before they made love. She told Judy about some of the positions that he would get her into, and how sometimes, he would whip her hard enough so that the leather cut deep into her flesh and made her bleed.
As she had talked about it, she had had a huge smile on her face.
Judy, on the other hand, had had a look of shock on her face. She couldn't believe that any woman would let a man do that to her, for one thing, and for another, if she did, she couldn't believe that the woman would be proud of it.
After that get together, Judy had had a talk with Sam.
Basically, without going into detail and telling Sam what Jeff did to Millie, she just told him that she believed that they were growing apart, as far as couples went, and that she didn't really know if she wanted to see them again.
They had seen each other a few more times, but gradually, their friendship had worn down, so that it had been years since Judy had last talked to her.
In fact, she didn't even know if Millie was still at the same number, but she knew that she had to talk with someone about it.
So, she dialed, and she couldn't have been happier to hear her friend's old familiar voice on the other side of the phone.
"Well, long time since we last talked," Millie said to her.
"I know. I'm sorry, Millie. It was all my fault. It's just that... "
"Hey, you don't even have to explain. Jeff and I talked about it. He was a little bit confused when we all stopped seeing each other, but when I told him that you knew and were really turned off to the idea, he understood. We've been hanging around with people who are more into what we're into."
"And is it still as good for you as ever?" Judy wanted to know. "I mean, it's been years, and, does it still turn you on as much as before?"
"More than ever," Millie said. "You see, once I got adjusted to the pain and learned how to make it my pleasure, it was easier for Jeff to apply more pain. And the more pain, the more pleasure. It's a great relationship."
"I'm really happy to hear that," Judy said, and then there was a pause. She had no idea how to go about asking her, but finally, she just came out with it. "Millie, I think that I have to learn how to get turned on to pain."
There was another long pause, which was rather tense for Judy, and then, Millie just burst out into laughter.
"I knew that you would finally come around to it," she said to Judy. "I just knew that you would Your marriage was headed nowhere."
"It was all Sam's idea. He's into it, suddenly, and I know that if I don't get myself into it, too, I'll lose him."
"Smart girl," Millie said to her. "When do you want to start?"
"
"Today, if it's at all possible," Judy said to her. "Can you come over?"
"Can I bring a friend with me?" Millie asked her, and of course, Judy told her that it would be fine.
She made a nice lunch, and by noon, there was a knock on the door.
As Judy opened it, she could not get over how attractive her friend looked. If anything, Millie looked better than she had the last time they had seen each other, and that had been over ten years earlier.
She still had the same short cropped black hair, and the same cute face. Her figure looked even better than it had. She had always been a little wide at the hips, but now, she didn't seem to be that way, and because of it, her tits looked even fuller than they had looked before.
Judy was surprised when she saw the man standing behind Millie. When Millie had asked if she could bring a friend over, Judy had just assumed that it was going to be another girl. As Millie stepped in, she introduced the handsome blond man.
His name was Peter, and he was a master of all masters, so Millie said.
"He's going to help to teach you all that you need to know."
She was still shocked, even as they sat down to have some lunch first.
Peter did most of the talking. He started to tell Judy all about a private kind of class that he ran. Women came there to be made slaves, for there were many woman who loved to get off on the feeling of pain, but needed to learn how to.
"Of course, the most important thing is that you love the man who is going to be inflicting the pain," he said to her. "That's one of the things that keeps you going. If you don't, it won't work well."
"Why?" Judy asked, as she passed around the sandwich platter again.
"Because one of the things that helps you channel your pain into pleasure is knowing that your master is feeling good inflicting the pain. If you have no concern at all for your master, and don't give a shit about the way he feels, then you won't care that what he's doing to you is making him feel good. All you'll feel is pain."
There was a pause, and Millie asked the next obvious question.
"So, how do you feel about Sam?" she said. "I mean, are things still good between you, or have things deteriorated?"
"I'm confused. I don't know. You see, last night he just turned on me. He's been really down lately, but last night, he just turned on me."
"And how did he seem to feel when he did that?" Peter asked her.
"Terrific, if I remember it right. I mean, I do remember that smile on his face. I hadn't seen one like that in the longest time."
"Obviously he's been getting tired of the same old fucking routine. Last night was something new to him. It turned him on more than anything else. If you loved him enough, knowing that he was so turned on should have kept you going."
"I guess maybe it should have, but I was just too stunned. You see, he pulled it on me all of a sudden, and I didn't even know what hit me until he started to. I didn't really understand everything that was happening."
They had finished their lunch, and Peter stood up.
"Where can we go to show you some things?" he asked her. "Do you think that we could go up to the bedroom?"
"Sure. Come on," Judy said, leaving the dishes until later. The three of them started to walk up the stairs, with Judy leading the way. Therefore, she hardly even noticed the fact that Millie was already starting to open her blouse and pants until they were in the room.
Then, her black-haired friend tossed her blouse onto the floor. Judy turned in time to see her huge tits. They looked so nice, and the nipples were thick, stiff and brown. As she took off her pants and panties, Judy could see something else.
She had a shaved cunt patch, so that her pussy lips were in full view.
"Now, where are the whips and things?" Peter asked Judy.
Judy reached under the bed. She had seen Sam putting the ropes and leather straps there the night before, after he had finished with them.
Within a few seconds, Peter had tied Millie up. He had pulled her arms behind her back and roped her wrists together, and then, he had laid her back on the bed and spread her legs, tying each ankle to a bedpost.
Then, he picked up a piece of leather, and lashed it out at her.
Judy was amazed at the response. As soon as the leather made contact with her flesh, Millie let out a long, loud moan.
And because of the way her cunt patch was shaved, keeping her cunt lips fully exposed, Judy could see something else.
She could see the way that Millie's cunt started to spasm a bit. Her lips were opening and closing, and a wetness seemed to be seeping out of the cunt onto the lips. All because of that whipping.
"I don't get it," Judy said. "How could that have turned her on?"
"You see," Peter said, as he started to unbutton his shirt, "Millie and I have made love many times with each other. Don't be alarmed. Her husband knows all about it. In fact, we have had threesomes.
"Millie loves the idea of turning on a-man. She loves a cock. What about you, Judy? Do you love a man's cock?"
"When it's the right man," she said. "I'd do anything to please the right man."
He continued to undress. Judy could see that he had a hairy chest, and it was one of the first times that she had ever seen a blond man with a hairy chest. She thought that he really looked terrific.
Then, he took off his pants. He was wearing no underwear, and his hard cock sprung right out and bobbed up and down in the air.
He looked sensational. Even Judy was starting to get turned on to the look of his body, and she kept thinking that she was really going to like this.
"Now, Millie knows that if she pleases me, she gets a reward. Watch this."
He climbed onto the bed and moved his cock right between her cunt lips. Judy watched the way her friend's cunt lips seemed to try and wrap around the man's shaft, as if they were trying to suck him in.
He laughed a bit, then pulled his cock back, at the same time that Millie let out a loud groan of disappointment. "Bitch," he said, and he slapped her across the face hard, so that she moaned with pleasure. "You don't think that you're going to get it so soon, do you? You should know better than to think that."
He started to laugh, and he moved his cock back, then pulled it back.
"You see," he said, turning to Judy, "there is a certain power that I feel I have over her when she's bound. She, on the other hand, is completely helpless, and she knows that I can do anything I want to do. What do you have in mind the whole time, Millie?"
"Your cock," she said to him.
"Very good. Do you understand all of that, Judy?" he asked her.
"I'm not quite sure. I think I'm beginning to, but could you explain it?"
He seemed a little bit upset, but then, he started to explain it again.
Once more, he told her that Millie was cock-hungry, and being that way, she was really looking forward to the feeling of his cock inside of her. She knew that she would have to put up with a lot, but she was mentally psyched up so that she was willing to put up with anything he had to deal out.
"Just so long as she knows that in the end, my cock will fill her."
Judy still seemed a bit confused, and it was Millie who spoke up.
"Do you remember Sarah Ryan?" she asked Peter. "Remember her, and how hard it was for her to get into it? Don't you remember what you did to show her?"
"Of course," Peter said, and he leaned over and started to untie Millie.
Judy had no idea of what was going on. In fact, she was totally confused.
Because after Millie was untied, the two of hem started to change positions. He lay on his back, and Millie began to tie him up.
She tied his arms together, and pulled them up over his head. She didn't even bother with his ankles, because they both knew that he wouldn't be tied for too long.
"Get undressed, Judy," Millie said to her, and for a few seconds, Judy just stood there, acting as if she was completely embarrassed.
"Come on, Judy, don't cop out on us now," Peter said. "You wanted to learn this so you have to be willing to go all the way."
And so, she did start to strip herself, slowly. She could feel their eyes on her, but then again, she remembered the way she had kept her eyes on both of them as they had been getting undressed.
She looked back over at Peter, in fact, and she could see the way his cock was bobbing up and down in the air. He was nice and hard, and overall, she was thinking that he had one of the finest looking dicks she had ever seen.
Once she was naked, Millie handed her a leather strap.
"What's this for? I thought I'm supposed to learn how to love pain."
"Well, there's one way to go about it. I think that we'll have to do it that way with you. We did it with Sarah Ryan, who I thought would never learn," Peter told her. "You see, what we expect you to get out of this, is a feeling of power. That way, you'll be able to understand the kind of power that a man feels over a woman, or vice versa. I mean, the kind of power the master feels over the slave."
"Whip him. Come on," Millie was saying. "Whip him and just feel the flow."
Judy walked closer to the bed and stood right over him.
She pulled her arm back and held it up high, and just as she was ready to lash the leather strap down on him, she just couldn't.
"Come on," Millie said to her. "Try it again. You can do it. Try it again."
She did. She lifted her arm again, and that time, as she lowered it, she let the leather crack down against his flesh.
She heard him moan, and at the same time, she felt a surge.
She started to hit him again and again, and she would have continued, had it not been for Millie and the way the naked black-haired woman grabbed her arm.
"All right. You can stop for a second. I didn't tell you to kill him."
"God, I'm sorry," Judy said, but both of them started to laugh.
"No reason to be," Peter told her. "We could both tell that you were feeling it strong. You were really into it then, weren't you?"
"Yes," she said. "Yes, I was. It felt... "
"How? Come on. Don't be afraid to tell us how it felt. We all know."
"Well, suddenly, I could feel this power coming over me. It started to run through my body. I mean, I felt as if I was so superior, and I could do anything that I wanted to do to you. It was a nice feeling."
Suddenly, Judy felt Millie moving her fingers right to her cunt. She had never had another woman touch her cunt before, and for a few seconds, she was nervous. But Millie only held her fingers there for a couple of seconds, then pulled them away.
"Yes, she was hot, let me tell you, Peter," Millie said. "Her cunt is soaked."
"Did it happen to you when you were hitting me?" Peter asked her. "Was that when you felt your cunt starting to get wet?"
"Yes," she said to him. "Yes. That was it. That was just when I felt it."
"Good. Now, all you have to do to take the reverse position is remember the kind of pleasure that you felt as the master. Now, if your husband was doing this to you, and you were tied, you now have some idea of the way he feels, right?"
"Yes, I guess I do. I think I can understand how he was unleashing some pent up aggression. But where does that aggression stem from?"
"Come on, Judy. After so many years of marriage, two people have to be into a love and hate relationship. It happens all the time. There are things that he loves about you and other things that he hates about you. When he's whipping you, he's just able to get all the hateful things out."
"Yes," she said, for it was all beginning to make sense.
She was starting to think that there was a lot more to sex than just the physical thing involved, especially when it was coming to a form of bondage and sex. There was, a whole other part of it. The mind part.
Millie moved back to the bed, and she started to untie the ropes that bound Peter.
When he was free and standing up, he smiled at Judy.
"Now, tell me, are you willing to let me tie you up?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she said to him. "I'm not too sure."
But then, all of a sudden, he just attacked her. He pushed her down on the bed, and she was so sure that he was going to tie her.
In many ways then, she was surprised at what happened. He just spread her legs wide apart and rammed his cock into her cunt.
It had been the first time in over eighteen years that she had felt a cock other than her husband's inside of her.
Peter's cock was a little bit thicker, and it was feeling so sensational. She started to moan louder and louder as he fucked her.
His hairy chest was pressing down against her stiff nipples, and she could feel the way her clit was on fire. It was throbbing, and when she started to come hard, she felt him slowing down.
He fucked her for a good fifteen minutes, and made her come about three times, each orgasm being more intense than the one before it.
Then, as he was still thrusting, she could feel the way that Millie pulled her hands up over her head. Judy was so lost in the sensations of the thrusting and throbbing cock, that she hardly even felt herself being bound.
Millie tied her wrists to the bedposts, and then, Peter pulled out of her.
Judy tried to pull her hands free, because the only thing that she wanted then was to grab his cock and pull him right back into her pussy. She had gotten so turned on that she wanted to know that he was just as turned on. She wanted to feel his cock shooting off inside of her pussy.
When she felt the ropes cutting into her wrists, she started to groan a bit.
Then, she felt the way that Peter lashed her with the leather strap. He hit her rather hard, and she groaned in pain for a second.
"Think of my cock in you," he said. "Think of the pleasure that I must be feeling as I do this to you. You felt it when you did it to me."
"Yes," she said, and she thought of that power surge.
She felt him lash her again, and as he did, she looked at his cock. She could see the way that it was bobbing up and down.
It had happened like that when he had lashed her, and she knew he was feeling such pleasure. She knew something else, too, because he had told her that it was one of the things to keep the bound victim going.
He was planning on fucking her with that cock again.
He had fucked her just a little bit so that she would know how good a fucker he was, and now that she did know, she wanted him back inside of her.
"Later," he said to her, as if he could read her mind. "Later, I'm going to fuck the shit out of your cunt. I'm going to make you feel like it's not only your cunt that's coming,, but like it's your whole body. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful," she started to moan. "Just so fucking sensational," Millie started to laugh, and she stood by Peter. She moved her hand to his cock and started to rub it a little bit. She could feel the way he throbbed under her strokes, and like; the way that felt.
"Why are you laughing?" Peter asked Millie, but she couldn't stop.
Judy was starting to moan, for Peter was hitting her over and over again with the leather. And all that she was thinking about was having that hot cock inside of her, fucking her until she came so many times.
