The annals of modern psychology are replete with case studies of obsessive-compulsive behavior. As generally interpreted, the obsessive-compulsive personality is one which has been fixated on a certain canalized mode of behavior by virtue of a traumatic experience occurring in the past-usually in early childhood. The obsessed person, shocked and yet intrigued by the experience finds himself compelled to repeat it in one form or another.
Herein lies the psychological groundwork for the saga that unfolds within these pages. Andrea Peters, the protagonist of this skillfully told tale is a normal healthy woman-except in one respect. Her unconscious drives compel her to sexual exhibitionism. The traumatic experience that foredooms her to acting out these aberrations is one which occurred at the age of twelve and involved sexual acts done to her by her uncle. Her only symbolic safeguards in this instance were the panties she was wearing. As a result of the frightening encounter, the female undergarment assumed for her a symbolic significance far exceeding its actual importance.
And yet, while it came to symbolize a protective shield, it also associated itself in her mind with the forbidden pleasure she experienced on that traumatic night of her youth. Thus, while she is not psychologically free to engage in sexual intercourse without her panties until the very end of the novel, she is nevertheless compelled to flaunt them throughout.
The author, N. Van Heller, has performed a difficult task in this complex presentation of conflicting psychological drives. He has delved deeply into the gaping abyss of the hidden psyche and brought to light the eternal truths that govern, not just the imaginary Andrea Peters, but all the rest of us as well.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The big sleek Cadillac convertible rolled through the win ling roads of the Boy Scout encampment like a hungry, carnivorous animal on the prowl. There were only two occupants in the car: in the back seat a large German Shepherd, and in the driver's seat a tall, dark-haired woman about thirty-four years old wearing sunglasses. The woman's brown velvet miniskirt had slid high up on her thighs, revealing a pair of willowy milk-white legs. The top button of her silvery silk blouse had popped open to show just a hint of her firm, ripe breast cleavage.
It was a warm, sunny day in early spring, a relaxing day, but Andrea Peters, the woman in the car with the top down, was hardly relaxed. Early in the morning her headache had started, and whenever one of those headaches struck her she was apt to do something terrible like what she was about to do now. She had tried vainly to fight it all morning. She had promised herself she would stay home and supervise the servants as they prepared for the large dinner party to be held out in the garden of she and her husband's house that night. But everything had gone so well; the servants were busy dusting and cleaning the entire 30-room mansion, and there had been so little for her to do.
That's when the headache and the unexplainable trembling in her body came one big, massive, throbbing pounding headache and intense trembling. There was only one way to cure it, and that was what she intended to do now, even though she knew she would hate herself for it afterwards.
The car continued to creep along slowly, and as Andrea scanned the sides of the road, she could see all manner and sizes of handsome young men. Not that young men alone attracted her. The Boy Scout camp had simply provided a good excuse. She could easily tell the servants she had taken the dog there for a run.
They were all looking at her-all these young boys on either side of the road. And they were so excitable; some of them even whistled at her as she drove past. But they had seen nothing yet, nothing at all, and the thought of how easily they could be excited brought the first droplets of moisture seeping into the crotchband of the filmy, black, lace-lined panties that hugged her loins beneath her skirt.
Her head was still pounding, but even now it was beginning to feel a bit better, and soon, very soon, the pain would be all gone. She could not stop here though. She would have to find a quieter place. Somewhere farther down the road she would find a small group of these young harmless boy scouts, she told herself as she stepped down on the accelerator. The powerful new car sped effortlessly around a curve that led to a heavily wooded area.
Row after row of dark pine trees whizzed by until a grassy clearing opened up. Andrea brought the Cadillac to a halt at the side of the road. There, on top of a steep hill at the opposite end of the clearing two young Scouts had just emerged and were heading toward her.
It would not be long now, Andrea thought. They were coming closer with each step. Andrea began to breathe quickly as Tyrone, her hulking German Shepherd, rearranged himself noisily on the back seat. She could feel the tingling excitement of anticipation running through her body. These young boys were going to get a rare treat from her-a treat they would never forget.
Andrea slid luxuriously down against the soft white leather of the car seat, testing it and stretching out the entire length of her long, willowy body. Her lustrously glistening black hair flowed down in sensual cascades over her shoulders. The brown velvet of her miniskirt bunched up around her smoothly curving hips, and she could feel .the soft coolness of the leather seat caressing the backs of her naked white thighs. The boys were still perhaps a hundred yards away, dawdling and laughing as they walked down the tall uncut grass of the hill toward the road. These naive, young excitable boys, Andrea thought. They had no idea what was waiting for them.
Reaching over and opening the door on the passenger side wide and then lying back flat again, propping her head back against the door on the driver's side, Andrea closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun beaming down on her face and playing on the slender sensual curves of her body. With a slow, deliberate movement she raised her hand to the top of her thin gossamer blouse and parted the second two buttons to reveal even more of the curvaceous cleavage of her fully rounded breasts that swelled enticingly underneath.
The boys were drawing ever closer, and she could hear their youthfully laughing voices faintly as she ran her fingers hungrily over her partly-exposed breasts. Her yearningly growing nipples had sprung out hard and pointed against the restraint of her brassiere as chills of excitement pulsed through her lazily reclined body. With the palms of her hands Andrea pushed her firmly swelling breasts against each other, squeezing teasingly at the sensuously aching nipples with the tips of her fingers. Any minute now they would see her, and any minute they would stop dead in their tracks, bug-eyed. Oh yes, how badly she wanted them to gape up with their innocently amazed young eyes between her open legs. How badly she wanted them to see the sight of her flagrantly brief silk panties running thinly between her lewdly spread thighs. Andrea opened her eyes now behind her sunglasses, raised her head slightly and saw that the boys were only about fifty yards away.
The older boy, a tall blonde boy, had stopped dead and raised his scout binoculars. His companion, a shorter chubby boy hadn't noticed anything yet and continued to trail blithely along behind his friend. Andrea lifted her legs up toward her breasts along the soft leather seat, pressing her bent knees tightly together. Her skirt slid up on her panties, barely concealing the sensual bulge of her soft, curl covered vagina beneath.
Mike, the older boy, had just focused the binoculars on the open-topped convertible and couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. He had never seen anything like this on a scouting trip before!
"Holy crap!" he shouted.
"What is it?" Ernie said. "What did you see?"
"Geeze almighty, you wouldn't believe it!" Mike peered into the binoculars greedily, a hard little bulge rising up inside his scout pants.
"Come on!" Ernie demanded as he lunged for the binoculars. But Mike twisted suddenly away and raised them up to his eyes again.
"You see that car down there? There's a beautiful woman in it."
Ernie shaded his eyes and squinted below. "So what?"
"You wouldn't say, so what, if you could see what I see through these binoculars."
"Come on, Mike, dammit." Ernie reached out with his chubby hand for the spy glasses. "What's she doin'?"
"She's playin' with her tits. That's what she's doin'. She's leanin' back against the car door and she's got both hands rubbin' her tits together." Mike fell to his knees to avoid being obvious to the woman if she should suddenly spot them. "Get down!" he whispered excitedly to Ernie.
"What's she doin' now?" Ernie's voice was eager with anticipation.
"She's lyin' back on the front seat and she's got her legs raised back toward her tits. Oh Christ, she's startin' to open them up." Mike's hard young cock strained against the confines of his pants. He twisted the adjustment ring on the binoculars to get a better focus.
Andrea could sense she had them hooked now. She glided her hands down over the smooth cool silk of her blouse, over the fuzzy roughness of her velvet miniskirt until they were touching her warm, ripe thighs. Back and forth, slowly, sensually, she began to rub her hands over the insides of her naked, fleshed legs. And then, with her palms pressing outward, she began to spread them slowly apart, inch by inch, kneading the softly tantalizing white flesh teasingly between them.
Ernie could stand it no longer. He gathered up his full weight and with a desperate shove pushed Mike to the ground and yanked at the binocular straps around his neck.
"Jesus Ernie! What are you doin'?" Mike protested as quietly as he could.
"I'm gonna get a good look. That's what I'm doin'." Mike had never seen him act so aggressive before. The short chubby boy's heart was beating crazily, thumping up and down inside his chest as he put the binoculars up to his eyes. He refocused them quickly, his hands sweating and trembling.
"Jeeesus!" he exclaimed wildly. "Jeesus Christ! Now she's spreading her legs apart, and she's holdin' onto her ankles."
Andrea, fully conscious of the young boys watching her, kicked off her brown suede shoes and now the bottoms of her bare feet touched flat against the cool soft leather of the car seat, her knees bent and pointing skyward. She clasped her ankles tightly, drew her feet up under the smooth white moons of her buttocks and spread her legs even wider apart, the thin silken band between her thighs glistening more wetly now and pointed directly at the two excitedly peering young boys.
Yes, she was positive they were watching her now. She could see them from behind her sunglasses as she raised her head momentarily. The black binoculars in the chubby boy's hands were aimed directly at the erotically bulging crotchband of her panties and silky strands of soft thin pubic hair that curled out from underneath the lace-lined sides. Why didn't they come closer? Why were they so far away? She reached down for her skirt and worked it up even higher, revealing the warmly throbbing mound of her nylon panty cloaked vagina, hoping it would tempt them to move toward her.
"Jeeesus Christ!" Ernie moaned. "Here, you take these binoculars. I'm gonna go down by that car and get a real good look."
With a quick gesture, the chubby boy whipped the binoculars off his neck, handed them to his partner and dove into the high grass crawling on his belly toward the parked convertible.
Andrea, unconscious of the young boy crawling nearer now toward her, slowly caressed the insides of her thighs, her fingers moving up and down between them like softly tickling feathers. Inch by inch they slithered up toward the black glimmering sheen of her panties and the thin little strands of her pubic hairs curling out beneath them. The hot wet moisture of her loins began to seep out in greater excitement now against the silken restriction of her panties.
Ernie by now was within ten feet of the car, and he could hear his companion crawling behind him. It had been almost impossible to slither down that hill the way his hard bulging penis was thrashing around inside his pants. Who was this strange woman inside the white convertible? The thought of what she was doing to herself with her legs open that way was starting to drive them crazy. What was she trying to pull anyhow?
Ernie didn't care what happened now. He was going to stand up and look inside that car. He didn't even care if Mr. Thomas, the scoutmaster, came out of the woods and caught him. Hell, all Mr. Thomas cared about was taking nature pictures with that stupid camera he always carried. He probably never even saw a real live cunt in his entire life. With a grunt, Ernie pushed himself off the ground and crept toward the car. Mike was following close behind him, crawling through the high grass like a snake.
Ernie could hear a soft, sensual moan now coming from the car as he raised himself up and looked into the open door from the passenger side. Oh man! He had never seen anything like this in his life before. There was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen spread out in the front seat of that luxurious car. Her legs were untucked now and spread wide apart, and her pelvis was beginning to thrust up and down in a slow rhythmic erotic movement. And with her eyes hidden behind those sunglasses, it was like she didn't realize anybody was there. But she knew all right, Ernie thought to himself, she knew he was looking right at her openly spread, panty covered little pussy.
Through the covering darkness of the sunglasses, Andrea could see the dumbfounded expression on the chubby boy's face as he gaped down at her half-nakedness in wide-eyed disbelief. She could see it, and it drove tingling sensations of erotically forbidden excitement through her body. How badly she wanted to tease these young boys and make them pay for what her uncle Rex had done to her at the age of twelve. The thought of how her uncle had raped and fucked her virginal young body so lustfully and mercilessly drove Andrea into an even greater frenzy of excitement, and her hands began to move in more widely sensuous circles over and around the black silken expanse of her wetly glimmering panties, over the round throbbing bulge of her barely hidden vaginal lips.
"Jeeesus!" Ernie sighed under his breath, barely able to keep his young, boyish cock in his pants.
Tiny electrical pulses of sensuality streamed through Andrea's body as her hungrily searching fingers pushed it aside and moved inside the legband of her shamelessly exposed panties and groped for the wetly throbbing curls of her soft dark pubic hair. Pushing the legband further aside, she slid her relentlessly probing middle finger toward her cuntal slit. She could feel it parting it through the soft wet strands of her pubic hair and touching against the thin pink opening. Her fingers drew the narrowly pulsating slit teasingly open, exposing her hotly throbbing cunt mouth to the smooth tantalizing warmth of her panty silk.
With a low moan she slid her middle finger against the warmth of the hotly excited little slit, and with a slow relentless probing slithered it deep up into the viscously moistened mouth.
"Oh, my God!" Ernie cried, panting heavily as Mike rose up beside him. "Man, oh man!" he exclaimed loudly, unable to control himself. Andrea kept her eyes closed beneath her dark glasses as her finger probed ever deeper into her hotly absorbing cunt, but she could hear the lascivious, excitedly growing exclamations of these hungrily watching young boys, and the thought of them standing there watching her fingerfuck herself with her panties still on drove her wild with narcissistic lust. Her milk white legs suddenly kicked outward and the outside of her ankles pressed hard against the car seat on one side and the dashboard on the other.
Ernie's eyes bulged out like watermelons, and the heavily stiffened young shaft inside his pants leaped around like a tiny wild snake. If it weren't for that big dog in the back seat he would have jumped right on top of this strangely delicious woman and fucked her until he came all over up in her hot teasing pussy. Mike's hands were beginning to sweat. He'd only seen stuff like this in dirty picture books passed around school before. Man, it was incredible! He could see her fingers fucking herself crazily up in between her open legs and hear the low soft moans of pleasure coming from her lips.
At that very moment Andrea was completely unaware that three people were actually watching her-not just the two harmless young boy scouts. And she was also unaware that this third person carried an always loaded and ready for action camera around his neck.
It was not really unusual for Bart Thomas, the Scoutmaster, to bring his camera along on a scouting trip. He always did it. In fact, he took his camera with him almost anywhere he went. As he emerged from the woods and stood at the top of the hill, something unusual caught his eye. There down below him were two boys from his troop gathered around a big white Cadillac convertible that had the passenger-side door open. At first it looked as if somebody we relying down and taking a nap in the front seat.'.. but no, the body was moving. It was strange all right, and he was going to get a good look at it through the telephoto lens on his camera.
Kneeling down in the grass, Thomas carefully set the focusing ring until it drew a perfect head on the figure in the front seat. The scene that came into view blew his mind completely, and his jaw dropped in amazement. The figure on the car seat was a woman, and her legs were spread wide, wide apart. Her hand appeared to be buried deep inside her panties and a lewd, contorted smile played across her face. Damn if he wasn't going to move closer for a better shot. He began crawling slowly down the hill, holding the camera up and out to protect it as he made his way through the tall, uncut grass. Nobody noticed the scoutmaster approach. Ernie and Mike were both too busy being turned on by the woman's wild gasping moans of passion and hotly writhing body.
Andrea was drawing deep, sharp heaving breaths as she felt her climax drawing near. She had completely undone her blouse now, and her full, ripe white breasts were covered only by a half-cut black silk brassiere that matched her panties. The fire burning wildly up inside her belly now had grown by leaps and bounds, and as the two boys watched she lifted her back lewdly and provocatively upward, arching her breasts and pelvis toward the brilliant sun as she supported herself on the seat with only her shoulders and legs. Soon, very soon, she was going to cum, and then her headaches and the strange trembling craving in her body would be all gone.
"Jeeesus Christ!" Ernie exclaimed. The woman was practically poking her pussy right in their faces. She was arched upward like an acrobat, shoving and grinding her loins hotly around in a lewd, provocative circular motion.
The fire was burning so hot inside her now that it demanded even more to feed its lewd hunger. She worked another finger up inside her vaginal lips, sliding it underneath her panties deep into the warm hungry opening of her pussy, moving and grinding upward and out in a lust-crazed throbbing rhythm.
"Oooooh, God!" she gasped. She was going to cum any minute. Her rhythmically twisting fingers were jammed way up inside her cunt grinding and pushing against the warm, wetly clenching walls of her vagina.
"What a shot!" Bart Thomas muttered under his breath. He was much closer now, still on enough of a slope to get a good photograph. But he would have to get it faster before the boys turned around and saw what he was doing. He sighted through the camera, quickly adjusting the telephoto lens, bringing the subject into close-up focus. God, he thought, she must have her whole hand inside her cunt. And the way her pelvis was bobbing up and down, the way she was moaning and gasping with those quick, sharp deep orgasmic breaths, he wanted to rip his pants off and run down and jump right up between her wide spread legs. Jeeesus, she was driving him crazy.
Andrea's hand twisted and turned as she gasped and moaned in an ecstatically quickening rhythm. Her probing, bobbing fingers were making wet, sluicing sucking noises against the thick warm fluid inside her cunt. If only she could reach all the way up inside her belly. She thrust her fingers even deeper, gasping, moaning, grinding her pelvis around more desperately. She could feel it now, oh God, how she could feel it! She was going to cum! God! She was going to cummm!!! She closed her eyes tightly, and a deep sharp moan burst out from her chest as she exploded deep up inside and the hot thick cum gushed out from inside the warmly flooding walls of her cunt, spewing crazily down over her hand into the shimmering warmth of her silken panty crotchband. Her legs jerked out involuntarily as she sank back down into the car seat and began to twitch and thrash with the thickly flooding liquid shooting out in even larger streams from her hotly pulsating cunt, trickling out from the confines of her panties down the insides of her desperately jerking thighs.
"Holy shit!" Ernie groaned in disbelief. It was still as if the voluptuous older woman didn't realize anyone was watching her, she had abandoned herself so completely. Her legs continued to twitch and jerk outward as she spread the vaginal moisture all around between her open thighs and pulled the elastic band of her panties back over her pubic hair so that it again covered the thin, moistly glistening little cuntal slit.
Ernie, who continued to stare in amazement, felt himself being nudged in the arm by his partner. "Holy shit is right," Mike muttered. "There's Mr. Thomas right behind us."
The boys spun around quickly to see their Scoutmaster rising from the grass and tapping the lens cap of his camera nonchalantly. They were so scared at seeing him they didn't realize he had spent the past ten minutes taking telephoto close-ups of the wild masturbating woman in the car, but the expression on his face indicated he hadn't the slightest idea of what was happening.
"Well, boys," he said cheerfully as he walked toward the car. "A little bird watching?"
"G-g-geeze, Mr. Thomas," Ernie stammered. The scoutmaster was only about twenty feet away. Did he know what was going on? Hell, Mr. Thomas was a lawyer. Maybe he'd take them to court if he knew what they'd done, watching that beautiful older woman fingerfucking herself like she'd gone crazy.
Tyrone, the German Shepherd let out a long low growl, as if to warn Andrea, who quickly yanked her skirt down over her naked thighs and sat bolt upright.
God, she hadn't seen the scoutmaster, the one the boy addressed as Mr. Thomas. He must have been looking at her for some time ... and that camera ... did it have a telephoto lens? Shivers of fear crept up Andrea's spine as she quickly arranged herself and jammed the car key in the ignition. What if the scoutmaster had snapped a photo of her from the top of the hill? Andrea shuddered at the thought. If the news ever got out her entire social position would be in danger.
Excited and confused, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. The scoutmaster, a tall dark haired muscular man in his early thirties was only about ten feet away from the car, but he did not appear to have seen what was going on. At least the expression on his face wasn't giving any indication of it. Thank God for that!
Andrea reached for the car key, turned the engine on, put the car in gear and sped off into the road. As she pressed down on the accelerator the car quickly disappeared around a bend into the .pine trees.
"Well," Bart Thomas said casually to the boys, "She's certainly in a hurry."
"Whew," Ernie sighed. Wow, was he glad Mr. Thomas hadn't caught them watching that woman making herself cum like that.
* * *
That evening, as Andrea sat in front of her bedroom dresser after a hot bath, she felt refreshed and sparkling. What she had done, she knew was risky. It was foolish, but her headache was gone.
Ralph Peters, her husband, a tall well-built man in his early forties with steel-grey hair and blue eyes was bent over the bed struggling with a long black evening sock.
"Well, I see the servants have everything under control," he mumbled absently.
"I know dear, I felt absolutely useless today. There really wasn't anything I could do at all to help them prepare for the party." Andrea gazed into her dresser mirror as she spoke, adjusting a dainty gold earring. She was sure now that Ralph had no idea of where she had been during the afternoon.
"Were you working hard again today, dear?" Andrea asked.
"All day. That damn Stevenson case. I'll be flying to Chicago on Monday."
Andrea's heart sank. She turned toward her husband with a plaintive expression on her face. But Ralph was busy grunting as he slipped into his black dress shoes.
"Not again, Ralph. Oh please tell me no." Ralph looked at her in surprise. He could see the pleading frown clouding her face.
"I've got to Andrea. It's the most important case of my career. I may be gone close to two weeks."
"Two weeks!" Andrea turned angrily back to the mirror and began to fidget with her earrings again. Ralph was genuinely puzzled. He could not understand why she was acting this way. It must be because of the Stevenson case, a complicated law suit which had him travelling constantly to Chicago and Washington. For months he had been coming home late from the office tired and exhausted. At nine or ten in the evening he would simply slump in an easy chair with his paper while one of the servants brought him a martini. For months he had left Andrea an office widow. Almost every night as they climbed into bed together, he had been forced to plead exhaustion to her sexual approaches.
And none of it was Andrea's fault. The panties she had worn to bed were the most enticing things he had ever seen-brief chiffon panties that felt soft to the touch, lacy panties, silk panties, of every imaginable variety. She had even begged him to fuck her one night. He could remember her kneeling on the bed, her naked full breasts swaying sensually as she tantalizingly lowered the waistband of her panties down beneath the softly curling nest of pubic hair that guarded her ripely split pussy lips. She was almost saying screw me now, Ralph and I'll let you tear my panties off. God, how he had wanted to do that ever since they were married, but for some reason she would never allow him to take them completely off. She liked it with them on. Even so, that night when she tempted him, it was hopeless. He was much too exhausted, and he fell quickly asleep.
As for Andrea, she had done all she could to awaken Ralph's sleeping sexual drives. But it had been too frustrating, and though she fought the urge as best she could, she broke down completely this morning when she had made her lewd, exhibitionist excursion to the boy scout camp. She knew she had gone too far this time, but she was possessed by the fear that the drives controlling her would take her even further. Where would it all end?
Ralph, sensing that something was troubling her, moved to the dresser, and put his hands on her bare shoulders, massaging them gently. His powerful wrists looked dark and strong against the stiff white cuffs of his dress shirt.
"I'm sorry," he said finally. "I haven't been very attentive to you lately."
He kneaded the flesh of her shoulders, trying to make her relax. What could he say that would cheer her up? Perhaps he should tell her about the new young lawyer he'd just hired to help with business in the home office while he was away working on important cases like the Stevenson case. He was a promising young man, and in practically no time at all he would no doubt relieve the burden of work that had been thrown on Ralph's shoulders. Yes, he would tell her about this new, young lawyer.
"You'll be seeing a new face at the party tonight," he said finally.
"Oh?" Andrea quickly pulled herself together, applying a dab of perfume to her ear. "A young lawyer we just hired."
"What's his name?"
"Thomas. Bart Thomas. He looks like he'll be a real asset to the firm. He went to one of the best law schools in the country, Stanford, and he's very bright and ambitious."
"Good, I'm glad for you Ralph." Andrea turned and looked up into his strong, powerful face, and as she did so, gently patted his hand. God, she thought to herself, how could she have disgraced their marriage the way she had today by shamelessly fingering herself in front of those boys. But those headaches, those insane headaches ... if only she could find a way of curing them. They had been troubling her ever since she was twelve years old and had had that horrible sexual incident with Uncle Rex.
"Yes, I think you'll find this Bart Thomas is really a different sort of fellow." Ralph had moved away from her and was now adjusting his tie in front of the full length mirror at the other end of the spacious bedroom.
"Bart is very civic minded." Ralph continued absently. "Does all sorts of corny things. He told me he's even active in the Boy Scouts or something like that."
Andrea suddenly felt waves of dread riding over her body. She stifled her alarmed expression and, turning to Ralph, mustered an air of casual interest.
"You said his name was Thomas?"
"Yes, Bart Thomas. You haven't run across him before, have you?"
Andrea quickly turned back toward the mirror. "No, no dear, I-I don't think so." Thomas, Thomas, had she heard one of the Boy Scouts talking about a Mr. Thomas? No, it couldn't be. It was too much of a coincidence. But if it were this same scoutmaster who had seen her from the hill, what would she do? And what if he had taken pictures of her? A knot of fear caught in Andrea's throat.
"You better hurry along a bit," Ralph reminded her. "Our guests will be arriving shortly." Andrea now sat rigidly in front of the dresser paralyzed with nervous fear. She suddenly felt ill, in fact. But Ralph was not paying any attention. Admiring himself in front of the mirror, he gave a final smart little tug on his dinner jacket and left the room.
CHAPTER TWO
Andrea Peters was fifteen minutes late for her own party that night. It had taken an inordinate amount of time to compose herself, to arrange her long, thick locks of hair again and again so that they fell just right over her shoulders; to apply and reapply her eye shadow; to adjust the delicate gold necklace that highlighted her thin aristocratic neck. Now, finally she was ready to meet her fate. But perhaps she could avoid it after all, maybe she was exaggerating the problem. It was too much of a coincidence that Bart Thomas the young lawyer could also be the scoutmaster who had seen her from the hill.
Andrea sighed as she took one last look in the mirror. She had put on a thin practically transparent dress that revealed enticingly the full ripe curves of her body. The soft silken outline of her panties was teasingly visible underneath it, and the hem extended barely to the flares of her firm, alluring thighs. She had decided to wear it especially for her husband, but she knew he wouldn't notice it. He hardly glanced at her body in months. It was time to go now. She could postpone it no longer.
With an apprehensive fear growing inside her, Andrea headed downstairs and outside to the garden and the large tent where the party was to be held. It was noisy inside the tent, and she could hear the servants and caterers setting up the tables as she approached. Ralph was standing at the canopied main entrance looking tall and distinguished in his dinner jacket. Andrea gave him a quick loving kiss on the cheek as she entered.
"Why don't you get yourself a drink and help me out with the introduction?"
"In a minute, dear. I want to make sure the caterers don't make an absolute mess of everything first."
"All right. But hurry back, will you?" Ralph gave her a playful pat on the thinly clad buttocks as she hurried to the opposite comer of the tent to one of the portable bars that stood by the buffet tables. Barely concealing her nervousness she ordered a dry martini from the red-coated waiter behind it and downed the drink without her usual lady-like restraint.
The buffet table presented a good vantage point. From here she could keep an eye out for which guests were entering the tent. She set the martini glass on the bar table and ordered another one.
With the drink in her hand she turned to look over her shoulder at the main entrance. So far she had seen no one who looked like the handsome young lawyer type-no one who looked like the scoutmaster who had seen her earlier in the day. But it might be difficult to tell. A scoutmaster's uniform was a long way from a formal dinner jacket.
Two older ladies were entering now, both in long flowing old-fashioned gowns-society types that reminded her somehow of her mother, who always acted stiff and formal wherever she went. How she wished she weren't caught up in the social world. It would be so much easier to live a simple life, not to be surrounded by servants and maids, not to do things because you had to. Andrea downed her drink and snatched a third from the tray of a passing waiter.
She checked the entrance again. Now there were more people crowding in. Some of the usual old stodgy lawyer and stockbroker types along with their wives. But there, third or fourth in line she saw a tall young dark-haired man with a suntanned face. She could not determine the face clearly from the distance, but from his build he looked suspiciously like the scoutmaster she had seen. Then again he could be almost anyone-another young lawyer, a broker, even a client of Ralph's. What could she do? She was beginning to panic now. She could not possibly go back with Ralph to greet the guests. No, somehow she had to escape the party-at least momentarily. An idea struck her suddenly. She had finished half of her third drink. There was still some liquid left in the glass.
All around her the caterers were busy serving the guests. She looked up quickly, no one was watching her, and with a quick flick of the wrist she dumped the contents of her glass on the edge of her dress and let the glass tumble to the canvas floor of the tent.
"Did you spill any on your dress, Mrs. Peters?" she heard one of the servants asking her solicitously. Had he noticed that it was intentional?
"Oh, I'm afraid I've ruined it, George," she said, suddenly relieved as she lifted the hem up to inspect the stain.
There was only one thought in Andrea's mind now. She had to leave that party. Quickly she headed for the side entrance to the tent. Her flimsy, daring dress swished in the cool evening breeze as she walked out along the flagstone path toward the house. The house stood on top of a terraced garden and was a good distance away. She wished her legs could carry her even more quickly than they were now. But no, she must slow down, she told herself. She could not look conspicuous. Inhaling a deep breath of the evening breeze, she checked her flight and turned to look back at the tent. She could hear only the muffled noises of conversations. No, no one seemed to have noticed her exit. She could resume her walk back up the house now, and she turned to continue up the path.
Bart Thomas was by now almost half an hour late for his boss's dinner party. He had parked his car in the front driveway, found his way around the side of the house, and headed down one of the paths that led to the large tent below on the back lawn. His young wife had suddenly been struck by a stomach upset, and this was partly to blame for his being late. But the real reason was that he had spent much to much time in the darkroom, making prints of the strange photos he had taken in the morning at the Boy Scout camp. In fact, for the sake of secrecy, he had those prints inside the pocket of his dinner jacket right now. God, they made him horny as hell. If there were any single available women at that party tonight, he knew damn well he was going to grab one of them.
It wasn't until halfway down the path that he noticed the startlingly beautiful dark-haired woman in the thin, enticingly transparent dress. She was looking backward in the direction of the tent and smoothing out the folds in her dress-somewhat nervously, he thought. Perhaps it had turned out for the best that his wife, Judith, had taken ill. The creature down there on the path was a delectable specimen. He slowed his pace as he approached her, when without warning the woman turned around and bumped smack into him. She was obviously in a hurry.
"Well, I never expected to have a beautiful girl in my arms this early in the evening," Bart smiled.
Andrea jumped back with a start. For a moment she did not recognize the scoutmaster.
She saw only a muscular athletic man with thick rich dark hair and a suntanned face. He was strikingly handsome.
It was only when the words "I'm Bart Thomas" came from his mouth that her heart sank to the pit of her stomach and a cool, clammy sweat seeped into her palms.
Control yourself, Andrea. Smile at him. You mustn't let him recognize you. Keep calm and cool. Everything will be all right if you can just pull it off.
"Well, you must be the handsome young lawyer my husband's been telling me about," she smiled, forcing it with all her might. "I'm so pleased to meet you. I'm Andrea Peters."
"You're a beautiful woman," Bart said calmly, staring at her. His eyes were locked on her face. There was something puzzled in his expression. He had seen this woman before, he thought to himself. Where was it? My God, she looked so familiar. He was staring at her so intently he had almost forgotten how to speak. Andrea fidgeted nervously with the alcohol spot on her dress. She had to take her eyes away from the relentless gaze of this man.
"I'm afraid I've spilled something on this. Really, I must run back and change it."
"Well, I guess I'll join the party then," Bart said as Andrea brushed quickly by. It was rather too sudden, Bart thought, the way she broke away from him. He turned and stared after her as her high-heeled shoes clicked up the path leading to the sprawling house. Just as she wound around past the terraced garden, she broke out into a run. It was as if she had been conscious of the intense young man staring at her all the while. What a strange beautiful woman, Bart thought to himself ... and the boss's wife no less. He would give almost anything to get up between those long, delicious legs, but what was the use of thinking about it. Bart continued down the path to the festivities below.
* * *
By the time Andrea reappeared at the party an hour and a half later, Bart Thomas had consumed three strong whiskeys. He was feeling loose and talkative now and he was holding Ralph Peters spellbound. The successful older man was watching and enjoying every word that came from his mouth. This was just the way Bart wanted it.
But even as he continued to talk glibly he was thinking about Andrea. And as he saw her reentering the tent out of the comer of his eye, he broke off almost in mid-sentence. She changed her clothes all right-and now she was wearing something twice as enticing as before. The shimmering light blue dress was slightly shorter than the other one. It barely covered the rich ripe fullness of her thighs, and he thought he could see the brief tantalizing silken band of her panties beneath. Even the way she walked excited him. Her head high in the air, proud disdainful, as if to say I can dress any way I like but don't you dare look at me. She could think that all she wanted, but it was impossible for any male to take his eyes off her. Bart felt the first stirrings of carnality as his cock began to rise slowly, stiffly. It took a terrible effort to control it as he watched Andrea Peters move alluringly from the entrance of the tent toward one of the portable bars.
It seemed as if he had been staring at her for a full five minutes, and somehow from across the room Andrea must have unconsciously realized it. Turning her head in his direction she caught the full lechery of his intense gaze, and for just a split second a look of terror came to her eyes. She turned away.
That split second was all Bart Thomas needed. His mind clicked. That look! It was the same look he had seen on the woman at the Boy Scout camp as he had approached the car. Good Lord, it was incredible! The woman he had seen at the Boy's Scout camp was Andrea Peters ... and he had her photos right inside his coat pocket. The hard shaft of his cock shot up inside his black striped formal trousers. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. He could have this beautiful woman right in the palm of his hand now. He could do anything he wanted with her. All he had to do was show her the photographs he had. And with this hold over her, it might even be a simple matter to become a junior partner in Ralph Peter's law firm.
Bart noticed that she was downing a drink and seemed to be excusing herself from the small cluster of people who had gathered around her. She wasn't going to get away this time. He would catch her before she could get back to the safety of that house. Bart excused himself and headed in Andrea's direction. She was walking quickly toward the side entrance. He maneuvered himself nimble through the knots of partygoers. She was outside now, heading up the flagstone path again.
"Wait!" he called out, but she continued walking, her hair swishing in the breeze. She wasn't going to escape this time. He walked even faster now to catch up with her. She was only a few feet ahead of him-this proud beautiful woman-but she wasn't about to escape his trap.
"Stop, please!" he said, almost out of breath as he ran up behind her. She turned toward him, a look of anger in her eyes. Bart calmed himself down, took hold of her hand.
"I've seen you before," he said. She tried to jerk her hand away from his, but it closed tighter on her wrist until it almost hurt. "As a matter-of-fact, I saw you today," Bart persisted.
"I doubt it," Andrea snapped, still struggling to break away from his grip. "I've never seen you in my life. You're acting a bit peculiar toward your boss's wife, don't you think?"
Bart's liquor-inspired confidence was growing inside him. There wasn't a trace of doubt in his mind that Andrea Peters was the woman in the white convertible who had so lewdly fingerfucked herself today in front of several of his young boy scouts.
"Talk about me acting peculiar," Thomas sneered, slightly drunkenly. "What about you ... you were acting pretty peculiar at the Boy Scout camp today."
A sudden hot flush shot up through Andrea's cheeks. She wanted to scratch his face with her long manicured nails.
"You were at the Boy Scout camp today, and it's no use telling me you weren't. I have some photographs of you and one's inside my pocket. Matter of fact, I wish I had a couple more like it with me!"
"Oh God!" Andrea gasped. Her hand went limp inside his tight grip. Tears began to well up inside, but she choked them back.
"What is it you want?" she demanded finally, her dark eyes narrowing in contempt.
"Just to talk," her husband's young employee said calmly. He knew he had her now. He would be able to do anything he wanted ... anything at all.
"We ... we can't talk here," Andrea stammered.
"Well, let's go somewhere where we can talk!" He gave her wrist a sharp twist, and a hot twinge of pain shot through her entire body.
"All right, all right," Andrea faltered.
"Where?" Bart said, his teeth clenched tightly.
"The gatehouse. It's not far away." He released his grip and she rubbed her wrist where he had twisted it. There was no use fighting him ... not yet ... She had to find out what he was going to do with those horrible pictures.
It was growing dark now, and only the light of the Chinese lanterns illuminated the flagstone path as the two figures hurried around toward the front of the house and across the evenly trimmed expanse of lawn that spread before them.
Bart Thomas could hardly wait as he followed Andrea's impatient footsteps. She was going to give him a hard time, he knew, but with a hot little cunt like he'd seen this afternoon, she would come around in due time.
The gatehouse, a small, comfortable dwelling formerly inhabited by servants, was located at the front of the Peter's property. It was dark and shaded by trees as they approached the front door, where Andrea bent down for the keys hidden under the door mat.
My God, what a beautiful firm ass she, has, Bart thought to himself as she bent over. And her panties were practically pointing in his face-brief, flimsy panties that looked like elegantly colored tissue paper. God, he was going to rip them right off her body. His hard, thick cock swelled obscenely inside his pants.
Andrea slipped the key into the door, turned the lock and flicked on the lights inside. The shades to the gatehouse were pulled down tightly. What a place! Bart thought to himself. Ralph Peters must be getting a little' on the side, judging from the looks of it. Thick red carpeting that sank down luxuriously as you walked over it ... a mammoth fireplace at one end of the living room and a cozy, U-shaped blue corduroy couch directly in front of it.
Andrea fought to suppress the rage and anger that were rising inside her. At least they were safe in the gatehouse. She could find out what this impudent young lawyer wanted, and if it was blackmail, well she had enough money in her household allowance to take care of that.
Bart followed her in the direction of the blue couch and began stuffing some logs in the fireplace in front of it. Andrea lit a cigarette and paced nervously over the carpet.
"Why don't you sit down?" he suggested. "After all, I'm not an ogre."
The liquor was beginning to take its toll on her, and she obeyed his command almost without knowing it. She was so confused now. A million thoughts were running around inside her head. A moment later the fire in the fireplace was flickering brightly and Bart stood over it warming his hands contentedly as if he owned the place.
"You know, you are a beautiful woman," he said turning toward her. Moving away from the fireplace he took a seat next to her on the couch and reached out to touch her alluringly silk-smooth leg with the tips of his fingers. A shiver of sudden dread and foreboding shot up Andrea's spine. What would he want next? Oh God, she moaned inwardly, why had she ever let her emotions take command of her and gone to that Boy Scout camp?
CHAPTER THREE
Andrea sat uneasily on the edge of the sofa trying to collect her thoughts as Bart Thomas's steely eyes fixed on her and his hand ran feather-like up and down the glistening smoothness of her leg. Her mind spun feverishly. It was true, maybe he did have pictures of her, but maybe he could be bought off and no one would know-least of all her husband, Ralph; it would destroy him emotionally if he ever found out what she had done. A little money, that would solve the problem, and a few good words to Ralph about him. Yes, that should buy him off, but would he want more? Would he want to humiliate and shame her as had never been done before? Even under the most trying circumstances she had always been loyal to her husband. When the headaches struck her and her body had ached and trembled out of control, she had always gone to a neighborhood far from home, and when she felt the urge to pull the thin protective crotchband of her panties aside and expose her naked vagina, she had always done it in front of young, wide-eyed boys or helpless old men. In the truest sense of the word she had remained physically loyal to Ralph and never let anyone else touch her between her legs.
But now this Bart Thomas had his hand on her thigh and he was sliding it up closer to the raised hem of her dress. She could not let him touch her there any closer. The whole scene was too frightening. It brought the memories streaming back ... memories of that night when she was a young, twelve year old girl and her uncle Rex had seduced and ravished her virginal young body in his hunting lodge. How much the gatehouse reminded her of that same lodge with its brightly flickering fire. Crazy images ran through Andrea's mind. She remembered the wild, lust-driven look on her uncle Rex's face as he had ripped her flimsy girlish clothes from her. She remembered herself standing naked in front of him except for her thinly protective panties, which she had defiantly clung to as the last vestige of salvation. And now it seemed like it was happening all over again. The memory of that night had left scars on her-most of all the headaches that drove her to do the things she despised afterward. In her mind she could not forget the trembling excitement that surged through her body that night as her uncle had simply pulled the thin elastic legband aside and plunged his heavily hardened penis deeply into her virginal young loins without even removing her panties. Even now, against her will, something compelled her to seek out the forbidden but wild, masochistic pleasure she had experienced that night so long ago. The sickness was something she could not control, but she refused to degrade herself even further by submitting to whatever demands this brazen young man would make on her body.
"All right. You said you have pictures. I want to see them," Andrea demanded coldly.
Bart, startled by her sudden reawakening, with drew his hand from her leg, reached into his coat pocket and produced the evidence-several snapshot-sized photographs. He was happy, as he had thought he had only brought one.
Andrea's hand trembled as she seized them. All the unpleasant but weirdly erotic memories of the afternoon flooded through her mind. God ... he had seen everything she had done, and even her sunglasses could not effectively disguise her identity. He had taken pictures of the car's license plates as well.
"There's no use denying it's you. The evidence, as I quite often put it to the jury, is there."
Andrea's cheeks flushed red with an anger and embarrassment that she tried desperately to control. "What do you plan to do with these?" she said.
"Nothing ... nothing if you cooperate with me."
"And what exactly does that mean?" Andrea bristled.
"How about a drink first?" Bart said coolly drawing a cigarette case from his coat pocket.
"You hardly deserve it, but I need one myself. There's liquor in the cabinet to your left," she said as haughtily as she could. Bart rose from the sofa, went to the liquor cabinet and extracted a bottle of brandy with glasses. He filled them carefully.
"Suppose we continue with business," Andrea snapped haughtily again.
Uppity little society bitch, Bart thought to himself. At first he had planned to go easy on her, but now he was going to show her who was boss. He would have her screaming for his cock before the night was over. He didn't give a damn if she was his boss, Ralph Peters', wife. She was soon going to be writhing and thrashing like a common gutter-whore beneath his mercilessly fucking body.
"The first thing I want from you is to drink this drink and relax and then we'll talk." Andrea took a long sip from the brandy snifter Bart handed her and set it down on the end of table next to her.
"I suppose it won't do any good to rip these up," she said in hopeless anger. "A man like you has obviously kept the negatives."
"No, it won't do you any good," Bart laughed. "I've got them tucked safely away at home." Tears of rage and hate choked Andrea, and before she knew what was happening, she swung out with all her might at his face. Her palm came across it like a whip, and Bart's head jerked back.
Dirty little bitch, he thought. She's really going to get that hot little cunt of hers reamed out now. His cheeks glowed red from the blow she had delivered. Suddenly, angrily, he lunged at her on the couch, grabbing her shoulders tightly and drawing her struggling body toward him. With ferocious speed his mouth clamped down on top of hers as she tried to jerk away. A low helpless groan come from her lips as she struggled against his onslaught with all her might.
But Bart, grasping her tightly under the chin with one hand, pushed her down on her back on the couch and pressing his heavy body over hers, thrust his tongue like a spear between her tightly clenched teeth which unwillingly yielded before the power of his attack. It probed deep and hard into her warm wet mouth until she felt she was going to choke. Andrea uttered a low gasping moan of total helplessness just as she had done the night her uncle Rex had suddenly thrust himself upon her. It had frightened her so much then, and yet she had to admit, the lewdly tingling excitement had driven her into a wild frenzied passion that had become beyond her control.
Her body stiffened as she felt Bart Thomas's hand reach down and slide hotly under her vainly struggling buttocks, grasping the soft whitely squirming cheeks greedily through the flimsy crinkling material of her dress. Slowly and firmly he pulled her loins hard up into his.
He ground his pelvis hard against her vaginal mound, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, as she gasped again and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness of his penis pressing down into her own involuntarily moistening genitals. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against it with all her strength-but the fingers of his other hand now slid up over her dress to her breasts and were nipping teasingly against her nipple as the hardness of his penis ground into her helplessly squirming pubis.
"No, please, please!" she cried. "Oh God, don't do it to me and I'll give you anything you want. All the money you need, anything!"
"I want your hot little cunt, damn it baby." Bart growled, ripping the flimsy material of her dress down from her shoulder. With a low grunt he slid her silken brassiere strap down over the smooth curve of her shoulder, and hooking his finger beneath the cup jerked down hard on it. The ripe, rich mounds of Andrea's breasts burst forth as she squirmed futilely against his lewd assault. Before she knew it, Bart's hard sharp teeth clamped down on the edge of her breast, and his darting tongue shot out against the pointed hardness of the stiffly crimson little nipple.
"Aaaah!" Andrea moaned involuntarily, her body thrashing against his vise-like grip. Bart's mouth clamped down even harder as he nibbled teasingly at the tiny sharp bud of her desperately squirming nipple.
"Noo, no!" Andrea cried out in agony. But deep, low-throated carnal grunts burst out from the depths of Bart's chest as he thrust his finger back between her softly giving buttocks through the flighty material of her light, filmy dress.
"Ooooh, God," Andrea moaned, overcome now by his power. Bart's finger wormed its way farther and farther up between the now tightly clenched cheeks as she squirmed and thrashed helplessly beneath his weight. Then suddenly he with drew the finger and his hand snaked downward to the hem of her dress. Andrea jerked slightly as she felt Thomas's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried to pull away, but her willpower was beginning to dissipate against the powerful erotically rising sensations building up deep inside her churning belly.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her nakedly trembling thighs and his fingers suddenly coming into hot searing contact against the moistness of the crotchband of her soft, see-through panties. Then suddenly, the night with Uncle Rex again flashed uncontrollably and vividly through her mind. She could feel his heavily panting body over her and his hard searching fingers rubbing wildly against the panties she had worn then. And all the feelings of that night, the feelings of a strange forbidden lust swelled inside her sensuously struggling body once again. Oh God, she knew at that moment there would be no stopping it now that it had started its obscene passion-building force.
An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her stocking-less exposed legs as she felt her husband's associate slipping a finger under the tight elastic legband of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly as the tip found the sensitive narrow slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the softly curling pubic hair up between her thighs and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing head of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building up deep in her chest. The rapidly moistening panty-cloaked vee between Andrea's legs responded sensually against her will to the light teasing of his fingers searching hungrily up between her thighs.
"Spread 'em, baby, spread 'em wide!" Bart Thomas whispered hoarsely, and involuntarily, against everything her mind told her, she found her traitorously cooperating legs slithering lewdly apart to his command.
"God, I want to fuck you silly," he groaned, breathing heavily into her ear. "And I'll do anything to get at that hot little pussy of yours." His handsome face had contorted into a hard cruel smile as he pressed her now spreadeagled body harder down into the couch.
A feeling of sudden terror sped through her as she recognized the rapacious look he was giving her as the very same look on Uncle Rex's face that terrible night so long ago.
Andrea began to sob slowly. If only she could control the strange panty compulsion that had taken her to the Boy Scout camp that day, she would not be in this predicament now. But God, it was those terrible headaches that had driven her to it. And now because of them she was struggling helplessly against the cruel young man who had caught her in the lewd act of opening her legs to the eyes of young boys. Suddenly, her husband's associate released his grip on her body and pushed himself up off the couch. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to release her from the horrible web of blackmail that was about to close in on her. Andrea choked back her sobs as she lay sprawled, legs still open wide, back on the couch. Nothing of the kind was running through Bart Thomas's mind as he tore off his dinner jacket and began removing the studs from his dress shirt. He was going to fuck the haughty Mrs. Andrea Peters the way no troop of young, inexperienced boy scouts could ever fuck her.
Andrea's hopes were suddenly dashed as she saw him stripping off his clothes. The worst was going to happen, and she was powerless to stop it. As Bart unbuttoned his shirt images of the night with Uncle Rex flashed through her mind again. She could see her uncle undressing, all the while with that cold hard expression on his face, and she remembered herself quivering helplessly back on the sofa with her panties still on, the last vestige of protection against his coming ravishment of her virginal young body. And then she remembered how wildly he had tugged at those panties, yanking and pulling at them like a lewd wild beast. Now, oh God, it was going to happen again.
Bart had stripped bare and was now standing over her, his thick, stone-hard penis standing out from beneath his stomach muscles like the hard shaft of a menacing spear. He turned toward her and looking down between her open thighs with a lewd grin on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, bulbous head.
"I'll bet those Boy Scouts didn't show you anything like this in return for your little pussy exhibition," he smiled. He stood for a moment reveling in the size of his cock and then started to move slowly toward her. She knew he was going to ravish her helplessly spread vagina now just as her Uncle Rex had done, and with her firm white thighs spread slightly apart and trembling in fear and anticipation, she remained frozen on the sofa.
"Take your clothes off," Bart commanded. "Or else I will."
He mounted the sofa and straddled her prone and helpless body, Iris knee between her legs grinding teasingly against the moist, tissue-like softness of her panties. Andrea gasped as she saw the menacing pole-like shaft pointing straight down at her vagina and underneath it the dangling bull-like testicles. God, this man was an animal-a cold, cruel ambitious animal.
But now as the liquor set her head spinning Andrea's last ounce of willpower began to trickle away from her. She was dimly aware of the young man who worked for her husband bending over her and his hands snaking around her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With one swift downward jerk he opened it down to the tops of her panty-protected buttocks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her skin as he pulled her dress from her shoulders and slithered it down over her ankles. The brassiere, which he had already unsnapped came next, and she heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor next to the couch and her firmly mounded breasts sprung enticingly up into the open air.
As his giant cock swayed above her belly he hooked his finger in the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down over the softness of her round full buttocks. "Oooooh, God, noooooo!" Andrea groaned, her hips thrashing wildly about. Her hands shot up to her panties. Not under any condition could she allow herself to be stripped of this last psychological vestige of protection.
"P-please leave them on while you do it!" she groaned piteously, her eyes closed tight and mouth open wide.
"All right," Bart growled. "I'll fuck you with your panties on then, even if I have to punch a hole right through them." Before Andrea knew what was happening he bent down and pressed his lips tightly into the nude flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing through the length of her spine.
Bart dropped his lips to the vee of her loins, and moving the soft silken material of the panties aside spread the soft, blackly curling pubic hair with his thumbs and flicked his tongue lizard-like in the moist flowering slit of her vagina.
Andrea jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the bud of her clitoris, and her legs involuntarily shot out wide. Bart pushed forward and clamped his excitedly sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs. Legs spread wide apart and eyes opened now in abject horror at what he was doing to her, she struggled to close them, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle.
She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast of untamed lust. The pink moist flesh of her nakedly spread vaginal slit was presented up to his face in defenseless sacrifice. She lay frozen on her back on the sofa, her humiliation complete as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again he placed his palms flat against the smooth flesh of the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he pushed the excitedly moistened crotchband of her panties aside and drew the ragged pink lips apart, exposing the pinkly glistening little slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the hotly throbbing walls of her pussy.
She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the sofa trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Oh God, oooooh, oooooh!" she whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the sofa looking down at his deeply buried face in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her wide-held legs.
"It can't be! Oh, God, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation, her head flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue swirled rhythmically in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her down between her open legs, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firm rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into their fleshy softness. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in slobbering subjugation at the widespread tightness of her cunt his eyes remained wide open, watching in arrogant delight the pained contortions of her beautiful face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Andrea lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her helplessly trapped body to. There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures, of her uncle Rex flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises her own husband's employee, Bart Thomas's mouth was making down between her thighs. Oh God, how could she have let herself get carried away this afternoon. Why had she gone to that Boy Scout camp? It was her own uncontrollable drive that left her now at the mercy of this lust-crazed maniac.
Bart's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with a cruel triumphant satisfaction. This would show her who was boss. She may be his boss', Ralph Peter's, wife, but she was his now, all his, and he could get anything he wanted from her. She was going to like it too, and before he'd finished fucking her snooty-nosed little cunt, she'd be crawling on her knees to him begging him for more ... and, by God, she'd get it. Chuckling softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them all the way up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her slightly jiggling breasts and exposed her now loosely dangling, passion-drenched panties to his lustful sight. This would get her, he grinned and worming his tongue under the crotchband, flicked the tip of it teasingly into the tightly. puckered little hole of her anus nestled just below the open slit of her cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a low moan of anguish from her tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her lewdly doubled up body.
"Ooooh, God, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at the tightly clenched lips of her rectum. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his hotly nibbling lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy little ring of her anus.
"Aaagh," she groaned again as small tiny goose bumps rippled across her nakedly quivering belly and full heaving breasts. Andrea sobbed helplessly before his obscene attack up between her wide-spread buttocks, and suddenly in spite of her revulsion and humiliation she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensations coursing through her mercilessly teased nerve ends.
"Oh God, no! No I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery that she was committing with another man, but the more frightening and shameful thought that her traitorously responding body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in helplessness. But it was a losing battle as her husband's lewdly grinning associate licked and mewled ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind-the dam burst. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his hotly thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband and her social position. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of white-hot fire.
Bart sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a deep savage grunt, thrust his thick wet tongue deep up into the helplessly quivering channel of her vagina again. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs lining the warmly pulsating lips grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his wetly glistening face. She was his now, he gloated, and there would be lots more in store for her. He was going to enjoy fucking her beautiful aristocratic body many, many more times in the future ... as much as he was going to enjoy becoming a junior partner in her husband, Ralph Peter's law firm.
Andrea squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Bart Thomas's hotly flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised from the couch again, her eyes peering salaciously down at his face, her hands locked tightly behind his head pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her now openly welcoming cunt. It seemed as though the delicious sucking and licking of her vagina would go on forever, when suddenly he forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight again to block out the humiliation of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless except for her now uselessly protective panties. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her back to reality. But then he spoke.
"I'm gonna fuck you harder and deeper now than you ever got it in that hot little pussy of yours before." He reached down to tear away her wetly drenched panties, grasping the. tortuously twisted waistband with his thick powerful hand.
"Nooooo," Andrea shrieked. "Please, please leave my panties on!" Bart pulled hard against the waistband and released it, letting it snap like a slingshot back into the firm quivering flesh of her belly. Andrea jerked from the impact. God, she couldn't let him take Her panties off. No one had ever done that, not even Ralph in all the years they had been married. Her panties had always been the last fortress of protection to her unconscious mind. She could never abandon herself completely by shedding them and letting a man do it to her without them on.
Bart was bent over her prostrate body now, locking his lips hotly into the nipple of her breathlessly heaving breast. She groaned in shame, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and nipping teasingly at the crotchband of her panties, held her down. His lips roamed wetly over the white, palpitating mounds, causing a lewd, blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her silken covered loins below. Her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the couch.
"Goddam, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered hotly over the sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "You'll pay for the way you slapped me. I want to see you twist and squirm around on it when this cock of mine sinks up into your snooty little belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it, baby!"
Andrea lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words and in spite of her inner revulsion at their sound, their very lewdness excited her more and more, but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him.
"Spread your legs wide and reach down and pull your panties aside. I'm slippin' it up in your cunt now," Bart grinned in triumph above her.
Quivering, half in fear, half in anticipation, Andrea slid her hand down and with her finger tips drew the wetly drenched crotchband aside and opened her thighs wider apart as her husband's eagerly grinning young employee levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her nakedly stripped shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward using the thick rubbery head to teasingly part the softly curling strands of pubic hair and the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the sofa, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft, desire-inciting contact against the smooth, hair-fringed edges of her moistly pulsating pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath him, not daring to breathe.
"Ooooooh," she breathed finally as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaaagh," she grunted in futile protest as the tip of his heavily throbbing cock slipped relentlessly through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Andrea felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Oooooh God, no, please, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her lungs as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his sadistic lust-driven grin above her. Oh God, he was killing her and he was enjoying it. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her defenselessly spread little vaginal hole.
Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless socialite wife of his boss spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the warm, hair-lined mouth of her pussy.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal wall in hotly rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a sudden loud groan of conquest his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass cheeks.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft internal flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a pole impaled cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Andrea too lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside. The thickness of Bart's cock jerked up another half inch as he flexed it to make it grow bigger up inside her vagina.
"Auuuuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her beautifully sculptured face contorting to a deeper pain.
"I knew I'd get into those hot little panties of yours," he tormented above her, flexing his cock deeper again.
"Aaaaagh," she groaned more piteously this time, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it? I said." He flexed again.
"Ooooh, yes, yes," Andrea cried, afraid to offend him. The humiliation was just too unbearable. .
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"No, no, I can't," she prayed beneath him.
"Beg me to fuck you now!" He throbbed the huge member deep down into her quivering belly again.
"Oooooh God, don't, I can't." She fought with all her strength and courage to escape this one final humiliation. This she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her self respect, her social position, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg too. She just couldn't. He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulder at the same time.
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg you proud little bitch."
"Oooooh God," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that. Say fuck me," he demanded. "Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she wished she were dead. She could never face her husband, Ralph, again. She was a whore now. A whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was right and good from her. There was no hope left, nothing ... nothing but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep up inside her hungrily burning vagina.
Bart Thomas sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul and clamping his lips suddenly down tightly over her mouth he began a slow rocking motion back and forth between her wide stretched thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth soft-bodied wife of his boss into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet conservative wife in spite of the lewd exhibition of her panties she had put on at the Boy Scout camp, he could detect a latent hot streak in her that hadn't been turned on for a long time. Well, he'd make sure she got turned on tonight and he could think of nothing better than sneaking over to get his hands into those hot silk panties of her whenever he felt like a piece of ass.
Andrea's body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her mind and belly. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender to another man other than her husband sent lewdly rising chills of delight running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Bart Thomas's cock begin skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth shoving her tongue with a sudden complete and voluntary abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in hotly rising torrents from far down in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now-disheveled soft dark hair.
Bart slipped his hands down around her nakedly jerking hips and slid them under the soft, smoothly working moons of her buttocks, cupping them hungrily, one in each hand. As he felt the tightness of the elastic leg band of her panties rubbing wetly against the side of his rapidly thrusting cock, he remembered with lust-inciting clarity the black silk ones she had worn in her car at the Boy Scout camp. The realization that this beautiful, weirdly obsessed socialite was now his to fuck and do with as he wished drove him into greater frenzy.
Her buttocks were flexing and unflexing, oozing warmly around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into their silken clad smoothness. He jerked her widespread crotch harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the wet moist hole of her cunt flowering welcomely open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths.
The pain was gone now, and her inner thighs pressing tightly on either side of him were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she wildly writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of her forced adultery with another man or anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him the wild, uncontrollable pleasure he was giving to her.
Bart slaved above her, moving suddenly into longer smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her now hungrily clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls down against the panty-guarded crevice of her rhythmically flexing anus. He grinned at the thought of conquering her further and slid his fingers down over the smooth tight skin of her buttock cheeks and slipping them under the softness of her panties, found the small puckered rectal lips cradled defenselessly below. They were soft and warm and he could feel them working with the movement of her buttocks grinding sensuously up against his loins.
He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement of his middle finger, feeling the soft rubbery flesh pop suddenly open and yield before his attack.
"Oooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.
He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her tiny mewling cries of subjugation.
"Ooooooh," she groaned this time louder. "God, it hurts!"
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger obscenely around up inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground gleefully into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it too moved into the soft warm clutching depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her now widely stretched anal passage slowly became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.
He smiled a smile of triumph into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt her hesitantly, but, slowly, screwing her rectum back on his fingers probing methodically around up inside the warm rubbery depths.
She was hopelessly impaled now between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina from the front, and his fingers wormed tightly up in her asshole from behind. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in wildly growing abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand up slowly from the other rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined lips of it clasped tightly to his rampaging cock. He could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard jackhammer thrust into her.
He fondled and played with the hotly contracting lips, bringing softer moans of lewdly abandoned sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever-widening passage of her vagina flowering open wider in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far up inside her.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep as she thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked out wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her tightly clenching little rectal passage with a quick wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees pushing them all the way back over her head and hard down against the sofa on either side of her shoulders. Her nakedly squirming body was bent double and the plane of her crotch was wide open to the pile driving thrust of his loins as he fucked brutally into her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she canted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion.
He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that Iris cock bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened digging into him like the buttons of a coat.
And suddenly she shivered under him.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... I'm cumming--cumming! Oh, Ooooooh, Oooooh!"
He felt her cunt opening around him and warm gushes of wet slippery female essence flooding hotly around his pistoning cock. He fucked faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He wanted her to remember this all her life and worked to make it true.
He felt her jerk her wide split cunt up towards him several times, the soft, hair-fringed lips of it working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk his balls dry. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps, and he thrust deeper again, feeling suddenly his own wetly gushing sperm shoot from the tip of his cock far up into her warm, desperately quivering-belly. Their raging hot cum exploded together and mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of joy and passion that Andrea had not known before could ever have existed.
Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still spasmodically heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it had not been in months, and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who it was that was lying on top of her nakedly stilled breasts and stomach....
* * *
Ten minutes later Bart Thomas was standing by the fireplace getting dressed. He had refilled the two brandy glasses with the expensive cognac in the liquor cabinet and handed one to Andrea, who was sitting curled up in a comer of the sofa, clutching her disheveled summer dress closely against her body as if to hide the shame and humiliation of her nakedness.
Small droplets of tears welled in her downcast eyes as she grasped the brandy snifter Bart handed her. In spite of her shame the reverberations of electrical passion were still coursing through her body, and she could feel the hot thickness of his cum oozing gently into the tattered web of her panties. God, she could hardly bear to look at this animal of a man who had subjected her to these indignities, but nevertheless she felt a strange forbidden attraction to him.
"God, where will this end?" Andrea moaned helplessly.
"I think you'll find my demands are quite reasonable," Bart said, his starched cuffs now neatly fastened. There was no longer the nasty cruel tone in his voice which she had become accustomed to. He seemed generous in victory.
"First of all," he continued. "You damn well know you enjoyed that. And you know that doing it with me is a hell of a lot safer than spreading your legs and flashing your panties to a bunch of legally underage Boy Scouts." Andrea loathed his cool self assurance, but his words made sense, and then she could hear him say, "The question is where and when." He swished the cognac around in the elegant glass. "I suppose there's no use trying to avoid it."
"You can't avoid it, I've got the photos if you remember. And besides you're safe with me." Andrea's rage and anger gave way to a kind of numbness and she found she could actually look her husband's associate, Bart Thomas, in the eye now.
"There's a country place in Maryland that we have," she said dully, resigned now to the fact that she had no choice but to submit to his lewd demands of adultery.
"Good," Bart said. "Good. Let's arrange our meeting for next Friday." He gave her a triumphant, arrogant little smile as he threw on his dinner jacket.
"And what about your other conditions?"
"They're very simple. You won't find them difficult at all. First, I want you to speak to your husband about-what shall we say?-my qualifications. I don't like to waste time getting to the top if you know what I mean."
"No, I certainly do know what you mean. You want me to put in a good word for you in other words," she said sarcastically.
"Yes, exactly." He wais going to use her brutally. She would even be forced to mouth his praises to her husband. What a betrayal of her real feelings! She would cringe inside every time she spoke of him, but he was holding all the cards and there was no use in not cooperating with him. He would ruin her if she went against his will.
"Oh-and there's a third condition," Bart continued casually.
"What's that?" Andrea trembled, trying to hold back the tears that were building inside her once again. He began slowly, calmly measuring his words as he spoke.
"You have a rather attractive body. It's a shame not to make the most of it."
"What does that mean?" Andrea protested, her eyes firing with anger. He was obviously preparing her for the final blow, but whatever it was going to be she knew she could not fight it.
"I want some pictures of you with your pussy showing up between your legs," he said finally, his tongue circling his lips. "Photography is my hobby you know." He smiled at her with cruel self confidence. Andrea gasped in astonishment at his audacity. God, he was a horrible sadist.
"Agreed?" he said. Andrea was trembling with rage now, but she could only nod in hopeless assent. With the evidence he had he could demand almost anything of her.
"There's no need to worry. It will all be very harmless. You can wear a mask. The pictures are for my own use only ... remember, I told you before I'm not an ogre." Carefully, Bart Thomas set his glass down on the mantelpiece above the fireplace in front of him and headed toward the door. Andrea heard it close quietly as her head sank down into her arms in despair and she began to sob softly. It was hopeless. She was completely subjugated to this ambitious man who was now in total control of her secret life.
CHAPTER FOUR
The weekend passed quickly for Andrea-too quickly. On Sunday morning as she ate breakfast with Ralph she found it difficult to speak about Bart Thomas, but it became easier as she went on-as if she were talking about a total stranger. Ralph looked at her quizzically as she talked and said finally, "Yes, I'll have to keep my eye on Bart." There was something strange about the way he said it. Did he suspect anything? Or did he simply mean that perhaps Bart Thomas might be the one to help him on the Stevenson case?
On Monday after Ralph left for Chicago the phone call came-the phone call from her husband's young assistant. The maid picked up the receiver and transferred the call to Andrea's bedroom, where she lay propped up on the bed hopelessly trying to concentrate on a novel. Bart's voice was disgustingly cheerful, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them.
"Well, have you made arrangements?" he asked. He uttered the words so nonchalantly it made her want to scream.
"Yes," she said finally. "But you know it's not really safe to talk on this phone."
"Don't worry about it. Is everything set for this Friday?"
"Yes, I've made the arrangements," Andrea said in a hushed tone. You can meet me at the summer place. It's off route ninety-five in Maryland."
"Don't worry, I'll find it, baby." Andrea recoiled at his familiarity. Baby, she had never been called baby by anyone else before in her life. But there was something funny about all this, she thought as she hung up the receiver. The man who was her blackmailer might well turn out to be her salvation. She could do worse than Bart Thomas ... at least with him around to expose herself to, she would not be forced to do what she had done at the Boy Scout camp, even if she did have to submit sexually to him also. Resolving herself to her fate she sighed and picked up the book she had been reading.
The week did not pass well for Andrea. She was alone in the house except for the servants. There was absolutely nothing for her to do. The servants took care of it all. Toward midweek the headaches began building up and by Thursday she found herself in some strange way actually looking forward to her adulterous rendezvous with Bart Thomas.
On Friday afternoon as her monogrammed leather suitcase lay spread out on the bed she could feel the butterflies building up in her stomach. It was the sense of forbidden adventure that was beginning to capture her. But hadn't it always been the forbidden pleasures that excited her, at least since the night with Uncle Rex at the age of twelve?
Her nerve ends were jumping as she prepared for the weekend trip. Pictures of the night in the gatehouse with her husband's calloused, but handsome associate, flickered through her mind-pleasant pictures that recalled all the forbidden sensations she had experienced. And now it was all going to happen again.
Andrea opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and removed a stack of panties, carried them to the bed and spread them out. There were so many of them she. could hardly decide which ones to take ... the brief black silk ones, the ones with soft curly white lace, the thin flimsy chiffon panties that were practically transparent-even the tattered pair that Bart Thomas had almost tom to shreds that night in the gatehouse. She had saved them without even knowing why, and now she found herself folding them neatly, caressing the smooth softness of the material, and putting them in the suitcase along with six or eight other pairs she had finally selected.
As she closed the suitcase she could feel herself trembling with excitement-and all for a man who had threatened to blackmail her and had mercilessly ravished her against her will. God, what was she coming to? The suitcase shut, she headed toward the dresser for one quick last look.
She was wearing her latest outfit, one she had purchased just last week in a small boutique. A snug green ribbed sweater hugged closely to her firmly bulging breasts; her short, black leather skirt hung low on her hips, and the wide belt with the silver buckle was there more for decoration than support. The almost obscenely short skirt clung closely to the round sensual curve of her hips. She had even bought hippie sandals to go with the outfit, plain sandals but with thin leather straps that wrapped around her lithe, well-shaped legs to the knee. She had bought them to match the panties she was wearing now-panties with thin leather straps woven together like a basket leaving large openings that lewdly revealed the smooth tantalizing whiteness of her hips and buttocks.
Yes, she felt good now as she looked at herself in the mirror-refreshed, excited alive. She had barely been able to control herself the entire week. Her thoughts kept going back to the adventure with Bart in the gatehouse. The frenzied passion of that evening was still alive in her mind, and now she knew she would be fulfilled again this weekend. God, how desperately her body wanted to be stuffed full with his rigidly driving penis. She could almost feel it worming around deep up inside her now.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, the bedroom phone rang, and Andrea jumped with surprise. Who could be calling her now?
Was it Ralph from Chicago? No, it couldn't be. He would never call her at this hour. The ringing phone had an ominous sound. She did not want to answer it. She turned toward it but her legs felt frozen. It rang again. She had to answer it now.
When she picked up the receiver she heard Bart's voice at the other end of the line.
"I was about to hang up," he said. He sounded irritated. "I have some news for you."
"What kind of news?"
"If you mean good or bad, that depends," he laughed.
"You mean it's something about this weekend." Andrea struggled to control herself.
"That's right. How did you guess? Well, any way you're off the hook, for now anyway."
"What do you mean?" Andrea's voice quivered in alarm.
"Just what I said. You're off the hook. I can't make it this weekend. You must have done a good job talking to Ralph. He wants me to fly out to Chicago and work on the Stevenson case with him."
"Oh God!" Andrea gasped in disappointment, completely forgetting herself.
"What?" Bart said. He couldn't believe his ears. She actually sounded sorry. Maybe she wanted it more than he had realized. Maybe that beautiful lust crazed body of hers really was aching for his cock. Hell, it would be a damn shame to pass up this chance with her, but there would be other chances to fuck her silly and he had his career to think about.
"Your husband seems to think we'll wrap the case up this weekend. We'll probably be flying into Washington on Sunday."
"You mean it's definitely off then?" Andrea said dumbfounded.
"That's what I'm telling you. You're off the hook for the weekend."
Andrea, now in a total daze, set the receiver down gently. What had she done? It was as if fate were struggling against her. Just those few words she had said to Ralph had destroyed her weekend. She was desperate now. She had set her hopes so high, and now they were dashed to the ground.
There was only one thing she could do. She would go to the country place anyway. She had already arranged her cover with the servants. And maybe it would do her some good. Maybe the peace and quiet of Eastern Maryland could restore her shattered equilibrium. Having firmly decided, she closed her suitcase and buzzed for the servant.
Ten minutes later the baggage was loaded in the trunk of the white Cadillac convertible and Tyrone was straining against his leash as she trailed along behind him toward the car.
"Have a good trip, Mrs. Peters," the servant said.
"Thank you, George, I will." Andrea bent down to release Tyrone, and he shot forward into the back seat of the car panting. Climbing into the driver's seat she started the car's quiet powerful engine and headed out the driveway. It was close to five now. By seven thirty or so she would be at the country house.
* * *
The drive through the flat stretches of New Jersey south toward the Delaware Memorial Bridge was long and monotonous. Perhaps if there was more scenery she could keep her mind off the things that had happened. But no such luck. The terrain was flat and dull, the roads crowded, and in less than fifteen minutes the headache struck again. It was always the same. No matter how hard she fought against them, they continued, the throbbing pain growing more and more unbearable each minute.
Andrea struggled on for another hour, but the pain was finally getting the best of her. Pulling off the main highway she followed a winding back road past a dumpy ramshackle town in Delaware. Up ahead she could see the garish neon light of a combination dinner-motor court. Finally! She sighed in relief. Her head was killing her now.
The white convertible eased into the potholed driveway in front of the diner, and Andrea pulled it up next to a large interstate truck. If the old sayings were right, this must be a fairly decent place to eat ... at any rate there must be truck drivers inside. Andrea checked herself in the mirror, pulled a brush from her large leather handbag and began stroking her hair. The throbbing, pounding headache continued to drive relentlessly inside her skull.
Tony and Hank, the two truck drivers inside the diner, did not notice the tall woman with the long legs and the obscenely short skirt climb out from her car and head toward the entrance. They had their eyes on the sloppy waitress behind the counter.
"Aw bullshit," Hank was saying. "That guy in the kitchen ain't your husband."
"Shut up and drink your coffee," the waitress grumbled, drying her hands on her grimy apron.
"She's a real bad mouthed hussy, ain't she?" Tony winked at Hank, who was big and burly and leaning over the counter like a grizzly bear.
"Yeah, she's got a bad mouth," Hank growled. "But she's got some good tits." The two truck drivers broke out in a prolonged belly laugh, and Hank slapped his meaty hand down on the counter with a thud. The waitress sighed disgustedly and turned to walk to the opposite end of the counter where Andrea Peters had just taken a seat.
"Can I help you, Miss?" she said.
"I'd like a hamburger, and please I'd like an aspirin too if you have any." The waitress disappeared behind the swinging doors that led to the kitchen.
Tony, the smaller truck driver, gave Hank a nudge and spoke in a whisper, "Hey you see what I see?" Hank leaned back on the revolving stool and took a good long look at Andrea.
"Well, I'll be damned!"
"Look at that skirt she's wearing. It's about six inches long and it's made outa leather."
"I'll be goddamned," Hank sighed. He was leaning forward now, trying to look around Tony's shoulder.
Andrea had hardly noticed the two men at first, but now she turned her head, gave them a quick glance and looked away. She wished that waitress would hurry up with the aspirin. God, her headache was killing her. If only she could hold out until she got .to the country house, then she could lie down and relax. Maybe then it would disappear. Andrea resettled herself on the uncomfortable revolving chair, and as she crossed her legs, her already short skirt slid up half an inch revealing even more of her silk-smooth white thigh.
"I think that chick's got her eye on me," Tony said.
"Bullshit. She got her eye on me," Hank growled.
"She don't have her eye on nobody," the waitress said as she emerged through the swinging doors with Andrea's hamburger. "You two bums just mind your own business."
"Bullshit," Hank mumbled. A big broad smile flickered across his face. "That dame's lookin' at one of us, that's for sure."
It was almost unconscious the way Andrea had been staring at Tony, the thinner truck driver nearest her. God, he was greasy and dirty, she thought nervously to herself. He was just sitting there in his stained undershirt, but she could see the bulging, work-hardened muscles under it and the thick black hair that sprouted up from his chest to the base of his neck. Oh God! she groaned inwardly to herself. She could feel the lewdly rising head of her ugly obsession to expose herself to him rearing itself relentlessly inside her.
"Don't you want your hamburger, Miss?" the waitress said. She had been watching Andrea stare vacantly at the truck driver for what seemed like a minute at least.
"Oh ... oh, yes. Thank you," Andrea mumbled the words absently, her mind clouding tortuously with the rising intensity of her lewd feelings.
"Damn, that chick wants it or my name ain't Hank Krause," one said, a big belch exploding from his stomach.
"Yeah, or my name ain't Tony Spinorio."
Andrea fidgeted uneasily in her chair, leaning forward to take a bite from her hamburger, and as she bent over the counter the ripe tantalizing globes of her breasts swayed sensually.
"I'll be damned," the one named Tony said. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna just sit here and watch her." He said it so loudly that she must have heard him, but he didn't care. He knew she was looking at him, and he wasn't just going to sit around making goo goo eyes at her. He hopped up from the stool, tucked his dirty undershirt into his work pants and headed in Andrea's direction.
She could see him out of the comer of her eye, swaggering as he walked, and she could see the hard genital bulge in the tightness of his pants. God, she wished she were facing him and could open her legs slightly so he could look up between them and see her panties.
"Can I buy you a coffee, Miss?" he said casually. Andrea continued eating her hamburger trying at first to ignore him. God, he was grubby looking, but so ruggedly handsome, so virile beneath that filthy tee shirt. But then, seconds later, her resolve broke and she turned her face to him.
"Yes, I'd like a cup of coffee," she said almost against her will. She could hear the words tumbling from her mouth before she realized what she said.. Tony snapped his finger at the waitress, who returned with another cup.
"You better watch out for these guys," she said. "They're just a bunch a bums."
Andrea smiled politely at her and swiveled her chair toward Tony, giving him a head-on view of her obscenely short skirt and her long, elegantly crossed legs. Tony had seen this type of woman before-in the movies. The long, tall snob type, that's what she was, but hell, she was acting friendly enough. She probably had money coming out of her ears, so what did she want with a slob truck driver like him? Then, taking a look at the shortness of her skirt, he knew exactly what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her right in the motel room where he and Hank, his partner, were spending the night. Maybe he would even let poor Hank, the big bear, have a piece of her hot little tail too. Man, she was going to be delicious. Goddamn, look at those leather straps wound all around her lower calves. They were driving him crazy.
"Are you just passing through?" Andrea asked casually in a low, almost inaudible voice, trying to conceal the weird, un waited excitement that was building up inside her.
"Yeah, we're spending the night here, then we're headin' south," Tony said. What was she doing wearing a skirt like that and flashing her naked thighs at him? She was practically inviting him to fuck her ... unless she was some kind of a prick tease. And hell, even if she was just playing with him, he knew what he was going to do with her. He'd fuck her so hard her teasing little cunt would split in half.
In the meantime, Hank at the other stool had his eyes glued right on Andrea's face ... that rich looking face with the narrow cheek bones and the long black hair way down to her shoulders. He'd screwed a lot of women before, but he'd never get another chance with a woman like this. He'd be damned if he was going to let his partner have all the action. Share and share alike, that was his motto. And besides, he was a lot bigger than Tony.
"Damn," he muttered to himself as he slapped his fist down on the counter. He was determined not to let that fast-talking Tony upstage him, and with a grunt he hitched up his pants and sauntered over to where they were sitting.
A shiver of fright sped through Andrea as she noticed the second swaggering truck driver approaching her. He looked awfully mean-a lot meaner and bigger than this Tony she was talking to. What had she gotten herself into now? It was going to be more difficult than she figured to expose herself and get away with it, she thought. But, oh God, it was too late now and she just had to do it, and soon! The sooner the better in fact to get rid of this godawful headache.
The adrenalin shot through Andrea's body as she quietly, almost unnoticeably moved her hands down over her leather skirt to the smooth expanse of her thighs. Almost unconsciously as she continued to watch Tony talking to her, her hands began to rub lightly, teasingly over the firm upper part of her legs. Then they moved feather-like back up toward the skirt, touching the hem.
Goddamn, Tony thought, she's going to strip her goddamn clothes off right here in the diner. Hell, he didn't care where she did it. He would fuck her anywhere, even in a crowded elevator.
The waitress disappeared again behind the swinging doors, and the loud noise of a television set blared out from the kitchen.
This is it, Andrea thought. I'll give these two truck drivers the thrill of their lives now while that waitress is gone. I'll spread my legs and give these big brutes a look at the kind of panties they've never seen before. And that ought to take care of this headache once and for all.
Andrea, remembering what had happened to her dress accidentally the night of the dinner party, reached for the cup of coffee on the counter, brought it toward her, balancing it unsteadily, and with a sudden, pre-planned movement of her hand let it fall to the floor.
"Oh," she gasped, as though it were all accidental. "That was terrible of me. I'm so clumsy." the cup clattered against the floor, and Tony was about to reach down to pick it up, but Andrea was already off the swivel chair. Her buttocks were raised and almost naked to their eyes. That was it for the big burly truck driver. He couldn't stand it any more, and his big meaty hand suddenly shot up between her legs and clamped firmly to her leather strapped panties. His hands had caught a whole fistful of the softly yielding flesh of her ass-cheeks, and his fingers ground lustfully into it.
"Aaaagh!" Andrea gasped, completely taken by surprise. A shiver of fear ran up her entire body. She had never expected anything like this so quickly, not in a public place, and the daring of the burly truck driver's move excited her even more than she was as she had flashed her panties to them.
Tony had just caught sight of what his partner had done, and it sent his penis shooting up quickly inside his pants. Hell, there wasn't any time to waste now. He was going to get his hands on those luscious tits of hers. Fuck the waitress or anybody else who came in. Tony shot up off his seat, and as Andrea jumped from the lewd intrusion into her buttocks he pressed close to her, sandwiching her against Hank's towering form. His hands quickly lunged at her roundly bulging breasts and ground hard against the material of her sweater.
"Oh please," Andrea cried. "I didn't mean to...."
But there was no use screaming. They were going to squash her to death, and she struggled madly between their hot animal bodies that were drawing closer and closer against her.
"No! No!" Andrea whimpered. "Please, not here!" She squirmed and fought excitedly, but her pleas were drowned out by the television set blaring out from inside the kitchen.
"Come on, baby!" Mike growled from behind her. "We're gonna take you to our motel room and really get a look up between your hot little thighs!"
"Oh God!" Andrea cried. "I-I didn't mean it like this!"
But her pleas were all too late, as Tony grabbed hold of her hand and jerked her up from Hank's grip and toward the door. Hank followed quickly behind. Just as the three of them were pushing through the front door the waitress emerged from the kitchen.
"Hey!" she called out. "The lady didn't pay for her hamburger."
"Shut up, we'll get it in the morning. And a good tip for you too, baby, if you just keep your mouth shut!"
"Okay boys, anything you say," she winked knowingly, glad to be rid of them for the evening. "But don't break the bed down with that chick. Mattresses and springs are expensive these days."
CHAPTER FIVE
The two grimy truck drivers were drawing quick deep breaths as they hustled the frantically struggling female form across the parking lot in back of the diner toward the ramshackle motel. Andrea's wrists ached painfully from the pressure of their grip, but she dared not cry out. If there were any kind of incident, any publicity, she would be ruined socially. No, it was better to let these two raging animals have their way. But how far would they go? How badly would they ravish her and what kinds of things would they make her do?
Tony fumbled in his pockets for the key to the motel room while Hank held Andrea's arms pinned behind her. Finally the door popped open, and Tony flicked on the lights. Andrea felt herself being shoved forward onto a bed. She landed with a quiet thud, her long tapered legs sprawled obscenely out and her skirt jerked askew to show her firm, nylon-encased thighs.
"We're gonna fuck you shitless now, baby," Hank, the fat burly one growled.
"No, please, please don't hurt me," Andrea screamed, cowering before the lewdly grinning man approaching her. Hank gave a cruel belly laugh and suddenly lunged at her, diving for her legs. Screaming, she rolled over and tried to leap from the bed, but his powerful arms grabbed her and began spreading her pathetically trembling thighs apart. "No, no!" she pleaded as his enormous head bent and then burrowed up under her skirt; his hot breath felt like a blast furnace against the naked flesh of her inner thighs. She pounded on his shoulders wildly and shot a quick glance of entreaty at Tony, his partner, who stood by watching impassively with his arms crossed.
"Sorry, baby," Tony shrugged. "I can't help you. My partner's a real animal. And besides we don't like prick teasers."
Hank's shoulders now were under her knees, and as he lunged upward she fell back in a half somersault, her futilely scissoring legs pointing up at the ceiling. His hotly wet tongue was licking crazily at the sensitive flesh just above the top of her nylon hosiery. Not only were they going to rape her, she thought, they were going to do it so quickly she wouldn't be able to catch her breath.
But suddenly, Hank withdrew his head from under her skirt.
"Damn, I can't eat pussy as luscious at this without a drink. Why don't you warm her up. If I ran my cock in her now, I'll split her from asshole to navel," he laughed cruelly.
"Anything you say, partner." Tony smiled in lewd expectation as he began to remove his undershirt from his work pants, pulling it up over his head to reveal a set of rippling, work-hardened muscles.
Andrea had barely recovered her breath from Hank's sudden assault, when the big burly truck driver had disappeared into the bathroom searching for glasses. Maybe his partner would be easier on her. If the fat one's sudden attack was any prelude, then she was in for trouble.
"What ... What are you going to do?" she asked, her wetly parted lips trembling.
"Everything, baby," Tony said, crawling up beside her on the bed. "Everything you can think of." He reached down and ran his calloused hand along the smooth warmth of her leg, his glittering eyes taking in the long tapered curve of her calves and the lush firmness of her thighs. His hand moved higher, up over her thigh toward the hem of her leather skirt. Andrea froze rigidly on the bed, her heart hammering in fear as she saw his eager look of hunger.
Just then Hank entered with three tumblers full of whiskey. He sat down on the edge of the bed, handed a glass to Tony and one to Andrea.
"A little bourbon and a good piece of ass will cure anybody," he laughed crudely. Andrea, taking the whiskey voluntarily, drew a long sip. God, she was going to need it, she thought to herself. No sooner had Tony bolted down his drink than he began to yank at the zipper of his pants. In a split second he had slid the pants off and thrown them in a comer of the room.
Andrea closed her eyes and began gulping down the fiery amber liquid. Hank at the edge of the bed, licked his lips thoughtfully, envisioning the things he and his partner were going to do to this proud little prick teaser.
"Ooooh God," Andrea moaned in defeat as Tony turned toward her, completely naked except for his socks and the religious medal dangling from his hairy chest. Shuddering, the attractive brunette turned over and buried her head in the pillow, her long lithe legs spread slightly apart, her leather skirt riding at mid-thigh.
"She looks like she's gonna chicken out now," Hank said.
"She ain't gonna do nothing but want to fuck after I warm her up." Tony thrust his hand suddenly up her skirt, and his fingers worked hotly up between her smoothly rounded buttock cheeks. "Aaagh," she gasped in terror and dismay.
His fingers slowly wormed their way in between the soft leather straps of her panties, as Andrea squirmed backward against his touch. "Damn," Tony said, "I ain't never seen panties like these before."
"Yeah, let me see 'em," Hank boomed.
"Okay baby, come on and show Tony and Hank your cute little panties."
"Nooo, Nooo," Andrea screamed, her resistance suddenly returning at the thought of these savages tearing away the only protection she had. Tony quickly straddled her and easily lifted her hips to his naked loins. She squirmed violently, but his powerful hands undid her belt and yanked it off, throwing it carelessly on the floor by the bed. She could feel his fingers hooking into her skirt and yanking down hard on it. The cool black leather slid down over the flaring half moons of her buttocks and along her sleekly curving thighs as Tony tugged it over her ankles.
"Jeez, you're right," Hank growled, scratching his barrel-like chest in wonderment. "I ain't never seen panties like that either." Tony grinned and ran his hands eagerly over her gently rounded ass cheeks and hips, as he slipped his fingers in between the leather straps, pulled on them and let them snap back into her warm firm flesh.
"Turn around, baby," he commanded finally. Rebelliously, she refused to move or answer until she felt his hands cruelly tangling in her hair and her head being jerked up off the bed. The young brunette's eyes opened automatically, and her face contorted in fear at the obscenely terrifying sight of Tony's long thick cock which was pointing straight at her head. It was a white throbbing monstrosity webbed all along the underside with pulsing blue veins, giving grim warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into.
"You're gonna like being fucked, sweetheart," Tony cooed. "I'm gonna ram my prick so far up in that precious little belly of yours that you'll be able to taste it on your tongue." Both men laughed in nervous excitement from thinking about what they were going to do with this lushly ripe young woman quivering in abject fear before them. She was almost naked now, except for that tantalizingly tight sweater, but they were going to rip that off her helpless body and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Their eyes were lewdly glowing like hot coals in anticipation of what they were going to do to her. Hank swished his drink around inside his glass, all the while with a cruelly obscene grin on his face as he sat watching.
"Come on partner. Hold her while I take her sweater off," Tony said. He straddled her again, then spun her over face-down on the bed. Reaching for the edge of her sweater, he began to lift it slowly, gliding it up over her back, grinning in triumph at the suddenly perspiring Hank. When it was bunched up near her arms he lifted her head by her hair and gave a tug, yanking it off. As she moaned in helpless defeat, his fingers began fumbling clumsily with the snaps of her brassiere. Her struggles increased when she felt Hank's big beefy hands tightly grasping her legs in back of the knees and slowly spreading them apart, pressing them hard against the bedspread as she tried to kick her way to freedom.
Andrea, now in desperation, clutched the sides of the bed tightly, as if to brace herself against the lewd assault that was going to follow. Tony's knees were working together with Hank's hands spreading her fearfully trembling legs apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her calves and thighs. With a sudden "oomph", the breath surged from her lungs and her resistance broke; then she felt her legs being spread wide across the mattress until the toes of her feet hung out over either side of the bed. A soft helpless moan escaped from her lips as she felt the heated throbbing of Tony's penis make contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of the massively thick cock along her panties to the leather-covered wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. Tony's arms weighed down on her shoulders so that her struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her firmly rounded buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him and the piteous sight of her struggling like a frightened animal completely at his mercy only increased his burgeoning desire.
"Come on, you bitch, get up on your fucking knees," Tony commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. Andrea tried to stiffen her almost naked body more and pressed herself tighter into the mattress. She felt her face burning hot, as tingling sensations ran rampant through her body. God, her headaches had gotten her into more trouble than she ever expected. She could feel his nakedly hot skin pressing against her now, as his hands brutally grasped her hips and pulled them powerfully up off the bed. Oh God, this is it, Andrea thought. They're going to rape me and it's partially my fault! Her voluptuous young body was merely a helpless toy to be used by these vile beasts in quest of their animalistic satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only cease when they had exploded their hot liquid desire deep up into her wetly cringing womb.
Kneeling behind her, Tony gazed down at the full white moons of her gleaming buttocks so lewdly revealed through the thin basket work straps of her panties. His eyes bulged wide at the sacrificial offering to him. Goddamn; he had never seen anything like this bitch before! His sperm bloated balls were painfully aching, and he longed to thrust his long hard shaft forward right now through her panties and deep into the little narrow slit trembling fearfully in the air before him.
But first he was going to warm this snotty little bitch up good. The hell with Hank, he would get his too, but later.
The truck driver held back purposely, torturing himself for the moment in anticipation of when he would tear the legband of her panties aside and thrust forward, thrusting his hotly throbbing cock deep between the full moons of her proud little ass swaying in defeat before him. Man, he wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, wanting his cock as much as he wanted her warmly pulsating pussy.
That lewdly pleasing thought raced through his mind like an electric shock, and his animal cunning burned. By God, he was going to make Miss Rich Bitch here squirm one way or another ... and like it, whether she wanted to or not.
For a few torturing minutes he ground his long thick cock into her panties where they were indented in the narrow crevice of her asscheeks. And then unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed the legband of her panties and yanked it aside to reveal the upward sweep of her naked inner thigh and the blushing pink lips of her tight little cunt. Andrea let out a loud gasp and squirmed against his heatedly throbbing penis. Now the smoothly gleaming moons of her buttocks were pointing right up at him. With a sudden low growl of hunger, he began pulling wildly on her panties, jerking them below her firmly trembling buttocks as she gasped and moaned, and her hand shot up to the waistband to protect her loins from full exposure.
Goddamn, Tony thought, the cunt is really putting up a fight to hold on to those fucking panties. But her actions didn't matter now-the warm fleshy cheeks of her ass were nakedly touching his excitedly pulsating cock. He leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the ridges of her spine, and felt her lush young body quiver beneath him.
And then the naked truck driver backed off slightly, running his wetly quivering tongue slowly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks swaying high off the bed. Her shoulders were still pressing hard down into the bed, and Hank, who was beginning to breathe heavily, still had hold of her long leather-strapped legs.
Tony dropped his hands to her warmly fleshed buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He could feel her buttocks clench together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs; and he eased off slightly, but still kept up a constant easy tension until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed bit by bit. His face was on the same level with the succulent pink folds of puffy flesh that covered her vagina, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, the little-cuntal mouth slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming and wetly glistening on the smooth insides of her quivering vaginal lips, as with the easing of pain and the fatigue of resistance, Andrea let her defenseless backside be pulled wider and wider apart.
He moved his face forward now until it was a few scant inches from the softly curling dark pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her cunt, and the odor was one of a warm sweetness that drifted incitingly out to his flaring nostrils.
He sucked in his breath and then blew softly into her wetly clasping cuntal opening. Andrea squirmed, and he could hear a faint groan of protest slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to escape the tormenting breath, but the pressure of Hank's big hands held her in place. Then she was trying to still a rising moan she could feel building deep, deep inside her throat. God, something wet, warm and feather-like was making strange magical circles along the length of her nakedly unprotected back. She shivered slightly as it made its wet way down to the rounded moons of her buttocks widely exposed behind her.
There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange unknown probe. The pressure remained gentle and lingered as her mind puzzled over it. What had she done? Why had she done it? What was this magic tingling running over her nakedly sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling body so gently.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and her ripely flaring buttocks relaxed in a great feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her behind felt open and wet as it had never felt before. She no longer had the strength or desire to resist, and another long mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself be pulled open wide by the magic being played upon her.
Tony, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her buttocks wide, grinned obscenely. He sensed the indecision running through her mind, and knew that it would be only a matter of seconds before she was all his as the fleshy cheeks of her warm white ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried them wide, wide apart until all of her defenseless little cunt was wetly opened before him, his for the taking!
Slowly the truck driver raised his head and pressed his face forward, pushing his hot open mouth hard against her moistly heated vaginal slit. She began squirming like a fish out of water, and he tightened his hands on her buttocks with one quick rush of his wet tongue, he thrust forward into the warm fleshy folds of her cunt. He heard the kneeling young girl gasp from the sudden, unexpected entry into her wetly quivering passage, a gasp that quickly became a sigh that smothered itself in the mattress. Automatically, she had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact, in an involuntary spasm of delight, but just as quickly she screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. Her warmly moist vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long licking length of this tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the bed in long quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts, and she twisted her face harder and harder into the bed as his tongue began a sudden wetly heated curling and flicking that sent powerful surges of wanton pleasure rippling through her open pussy. He pushed his moistly parted lips closer and began to work at the whole of her backside, crazily sucking and licking at it while her fleshy young buttocks throbbed and rotated in tight, involuntarily surrendering little circles back against his face.
"Goddamn!" the open-mouthed Hank at the other end of the bed bellowed, "look at that little cunt shift into overdrive." He gasped as he watched Andrea's complete surrender to the gluttonously licking tongue buried and wiggling like something alive deep up inside her upraised cunt.
Tony worked slave-like behind the kneeling girl, his tongue withdrawing and plunging, withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sluicing noise with each wicked thrust. Andrea's cries were one long continuous moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warmly smooth passage, found her erectly throbbing little clitoris and licked. He pushed his face farther under her warmly perfumed loins and began to tease and suck at the nerve head while the near naked brunette wantonly writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd dance of shameless desire.
"Oooooh, oooooh!" she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a lewdly and triumphant satisfaction she could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of the naked truck driver's cheeks as he wetly licked and sucked at her secret parts with a greedy, untamed animal lust that threatened to drive her completely crazy.
Her hotly pulsating cunt flowered open wider and wider and her cuntal moistness increased until it ran in warm glistening trickles down the sides of Tony's cheeks and down the soft inner flesh of her wildly trembling thighs.
She was almost ready to cum! He could sense it from the way her wet little pussy had begun puckering and unpuckering in an effort to draw his tongue in deeper. He knew it was time, time to ram his impatiently pounding cock into her creamy warm softness. He wanted to feel her hotly clasping cunt throbbing around his long hardness when she reached that climax, and he wanted to cum inside her belly when she started shrieking with her cries of fulfillment.
Tony's massively thick penis ached from the anticipation he could feel building, building while he continued to work at her warmly grinding loins with his punishing hot mouth. With some difficulty he slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into position behind her saliva glistening buttocks.
"Fuck her now!" Hank yelled, greedily impatient.
Tony kneeled up close behind her now, his slender hips pressed tightly against the warm trembling flesh of her asscheeks. He held his long throbbing cock tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the moistly dilated opening of her cunt. He watched with lust-crazed eyes as her warmly pulsating cuntal lips spasmed once in eagerness and hunger. The thought of this sexually voluptuous woman kneeling in abject servitude in front of him made him ache all over, and he let his eyes feast on the way her softly curving buttocks broke gently down into a wasp-like waist so narrow that it looked as though it would break from the slightest pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs he could see her smooth white thighs tapering down to her well-formed knees and then curving out again to the fullness of her firmly shaped calves ringed by those tight leather straps of her sandals. He envisioned her nakedly lying on her back with the wanton strength of those calves locked tightly behind his back pulling him into a savage burst of passion churning like a whirlpool in the heated depths of her cunt. That would come later, the thought flickered through his brain. Now his thickly rigid penis and testicles ached as they had never ached for anything before, and lie had to ram it into her now before it was too late ... before he came all over those beautiful white buttocks kneeling so helplessly before him.
There was just a finger's length between her wet, nakedly exposed vagina and the lust-swollen tip of his cock now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart to see everything more clearly. His eagerly throbbing shaft jerked slightly again as though unable to contain itself, when the tightly puckered little anus came into view just above the moist red opening of her cunt. For a moment he was tempted to fuck her there, but the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dewdrop of moisture forming slowly on the end of his long tortured cock. He had to fuck her now, or it would be too late; he couldn't hold back another instant!
He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her trembling wide-stretched thighs as he could possibly go and guided his massively heated thickness forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting her passion-drenched pubic hair with the rigidity of his throbbing cockhead. Then, miraculously, he felt the warm soft folds of her pussy suck him up inside and close wetly over the rounded head of his penis.
He groaned and rolled his eyes in delight, having never before in his life felt anything so deliciously warm and soft. For a long moment, he left his impatiently throbbing cock there, trapped between the smooth wet walls of warmly ready cunt flesh.
God! What a feeling droned through his now dazed mind. He had to fuck her! Tony flexed his buttocks hard and gasped aloud as he felt the hot walls of her tightly contracting cunt slip over and then wetly enclose the rock-hard length of his surging cock.
"Ooooh," she grunted beneath him as he thrust into her, pushing the warm resilient flesh inside before him like the rippling waves off a speeding ship. Her voluptuously kneeling body trembled and shook before the sudden assault that had taken her so completely by surprise.
"Oh man, what a pussy," she heard a loud low gasping through the room behind her. "God what a tight little pussy!" As the lewd statement finally penetrated, Andrea squealed suddenly, and continued to squeal as he slid heavily and slipperily up into her from the warm moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a moment ago. Her shrill cries of outrage came not from pain, but from the sudden revelation that she was hopelessly trapped on the bed by the hands of the fat burly truck driver who had a death grip on her legs and the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. There was no respite now. The unwanted intrusion deep in her moistly dilated vagina grew and expanded before his uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of his hard muscular loins crushing hard into her defenselessly quivering buttocks, sweeping them wider apart as he pressed further forward with all his strength to sink his long pulsating shaft as deep as he could inside her tautly rippling belly.
"Man," Tony breathed. "I'm all the way in!" Andrea groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed so deep into the mattress from the pressure behind that she could barely catch her breath. Her wetly stretched vagina felt twisted and expanded as though she had been impaled on a hugely throbbing telephone pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy shaft from embedding itself further. But all of her struggles were useless; they only incited him more as her cuntal muscles, hotly clasping around him in protest against the unwanted entry, enclosed his cock like warm melted butter and made the massively thick instrument throb and grow even larger inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination.
Her back ached horribly and from the position Tony had forced her into, and now she could feel the mattress bouncing under a heavy weight as Hank rolled around in front of her toward the headboard of the bed. Suddenly a big hairy pair of hands reached down to her nakedly dangling breasts from in front and began squeezing and kneading them. They were hard cruel hands, and they brought her bud-like nipples to an even greater erection as they harshly milked them.
The hands suddenly released their fierce grip on her, as Hank paused to rip off his work shirt, revealing his broad hairy chest. She could hear the whirr of his zipper as he jerked it down and pulled his pants from off his legs.
Gasping bursts of protest broke from her lips. God, they were both going to destroy her. She could see Hank's thick, angrily throbbing cock arching rigidly up and out poised above her face as she pushed up on her arms to support herself. It was the most frighteningly gigantic thing she had ever seen. Hank shifted up close to her face, until his lewdly pulsating shaft was like a red hot poker prodding hard under her neck into the skin. And then he reached down to her ripely quivering breasts again, twisting and squeezing them with brutal thoroughness until she thought they would burst from the painful caresses.
Kneeling behind her nakedly bent and trembling form, Tony flared his nostrils and began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. He held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moistly throbbing sheath of her vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small, vaseline filled glove.
But this was still not enough for the wildly lunging truck driver. He had to have far more than rapturous moans from this rich, spoiled little bitch, he wanted her to know without question, who was boss. He knew damn well if he walked into her country club she wouldn't even spit on him. She was the kind who went out slumming and thought she could get away with a little tease for kicks. He wanted her bent to his will, completely bent to his will. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out fucking strokes and brought it down hard against her nakedly quivering buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the room. Andrea's scream of pain and outrage shattered the silence.
"Move that ass, baby," Tony hissed. "And move it good."
Andrea complied without hesitation. Her buttocks rotated slightly with her first cautious experiment and then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting back hard against his heatedly ramming cock as though she were glued to it.
"Come on, shake it!" he rattled through tightly clenched teeth as he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into her awkwardly gyrating hips.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed again and again as she bucked beneath to his command. With his every lunge, Tony's thick lust-heated cock was filling her moistly tingling cunt to the bursting point, flinging her forward hard against his partner's sweating body. She felt as though she were being attacked by giant apes, the one in back of her pushing her smooth straining thighs open to the utmost angle and reaching to the deepest point in her belly with his monstrous ever-growing cock.
His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild frenzy and then, without warning he began worming his outstretched middle finger in through her tightly puckered little anus.
"Aaaahg!" she screamed as the extended finger rammed mercilessly into the warm rubbery depths of her rectal channel.
He swept and rammed into her like a maniac as she began to react erotically from the sensation of hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel Tony fucking into her from behind more sadistically now, as the lewdly exciting sight of her voluptuously bucking body incited him to greater and greater effort. Her breath had become one long continuous groan as her lips opened and closed fish-like in torment, half in humiliation and shame from the uncontrollable feelings surging through her, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her body.
Suddenly, there was another movement around her head, and the mattress sagged as Hank arranged himself in front of her. His fingers fumbled with her wetly parted lips in an effort to open her mouth, and then she felt something hot and spongy pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and in horror saw that Hank was trying to put his massively hardened penis in her mouth! For a split second she thought about screaming, but then tensed as she realized she would have to open her mouth to yell, and that would be all the burly truck driver wanted. Hank brought her head down his throbbing thickness, his hand winding itself in her hair; with his other hand he moved the lust-swollen head of his cock back and forth across her wetly glistening lips. God, what had she let herself into? She tried to jerk her head away, but she was as weak as a baby in his tight grip. She clenched her teeth tightly together, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against their softness, feeling them parting bit by bit until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the truck driver fucking her from the rear, she gasped. The broad thick penis in front of her crashed into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the entire length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its hot fleshy hardness.
Hank, in his lust-incited state, began to fuck his heatedly jerking cock in and out of her widely ovaled lips with a quick, desperate rhythm now. His hands held her head in a vise-like grip with the palms pressed hard against her ears. She struggled mentally and physically against this obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of Tony fucking into her from behind. His strokes never quite pulling his long rigid shaft all the way out, but always left the great throbbing red tip just beyond her lips in the warm moist shelter of her mouth.
Andrea's mind tumbled in a dazed numbness. In her trance-like state she watched the length of the long hard penis where it came out of the open fly of his pants and jerked toward her mouth like some horrible snake creeping from its hole in the ground.
"Suck, baby, suck!" she heard him command harshly above the top of her head ... and she did! The crazed sensation of lust had overtaken her mind completely now. Her wetly ovaled lips slowly began to nibble at the lewdly thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His sperm-laden testicles bounced hard up against her chin, and there was the lust-inciting odor of male sex around his loins that filled her nostrils with a constant reminder of the depraved attack she was being subjected to.
Behind her Tony could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly the frantically quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard driving hips. His hands gripped her waist hard, squeezing the softly warm flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth, and his breath came in short coughing rasps that crackled obscenely through the darkened motel room. He stared down at the girl's sensually bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Hank's wetly glistening cock disappearing in the lipsticked oval of her face shot lightening-like sensations of implacable lust up the length of his spine. Tony tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin globes as wide apart as he could and watched his own eagerly throbbing shaft disappearing into the moist pink flanges of her wildly twitching cunt.
"Jesus! Jesus!" he sputtered.
As be worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her puffed-out lips clasping and unclasping around the thick white cock of his partner who was forcing her to suck him. Andrea worked in a daze, following each command he made his fingers and hands licking and sucking like a hungry child as he forced her to take his every thrust into the tender shelter of her mouth. Her brutal ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her tortured young body as the crazed Hank cupped her ripely jiggling breasts hanging down beneath her, kneading them with a cruel hard pressure that periodically jerked her mind from the wildly growing rapture building fire-like inside the nakedly buffeted depths of her belly.
Her saliva grew until it began to run down both sides of her mouth and drip from her chin; it was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the truck driver's hugely pulsating cock. She could feel his powerful hips writhing and straining below her frantically bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His cruel fingers were tightly curled in her hair, forcing her mouth to slip up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as though her warmly wet lips were just another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She could feel his massive penis stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left; and she moaned piteously around it as he thrust brutally forward, down to her tonsils as though his heatedly jerking shaft were trying to meet the other hard cruel cock skewering deep into her openly accepting cunt from behind.
She had never felt so utterly used and degraded in her life, and she willingly sucked with all her might and wriggled her buttocks in wild little circles to end it as quickly as she could.
The truck driver in front of her jerked suddenly as if stuck by a pin and rammed his hips tight up into her face, sinking the full depth of his suddenly jerking cock deep down into her helplessly gasping throat. She fought to breathe but it was hopeless, as suddenly his lewdly pulsating penis erupted like a fireworks display in the warm wet interior of her desperately sucking mouth. Unintelligible sounds of profanity rolled from his lust-tightened lips as his thick hot cum spewed into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a small storm drain. Andrea sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating in time with his convulsive spurts. The hot release from the bursting dam of Iris sperm lasted for a seeming eternity, and her mouth was filled with the pungent taste of his sperm and passion as his slowly withering penis began to soften beneath her swirling tongue. The kneeling young girl's senses were gone, and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later, he slowly withdrew the soft, wetly glistening pole of flesh from between her still voraciously sucking lips. His hand pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
She could still feel the rubbery warm length of his penis pressed tight against the cheek of her face when she heard a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last buttocks-crushing rush as Tony shoved his massively jerking cock as far as it could go into her belly and began spewing his churning hot seed deep up inside her warmly rippling womb.
His. mouth opened wide with a loud uncontrollable "aaaah!" as she felt his heated sperm flooding up into her hotly palpitating vaginal passage with a great inexorable rush of cum. She could feel it flooding like molten white lava and filling the quivering depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the softly upturned cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the soft flaccid flesh of her hips, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated Hank who had just forced her to suck him dry.
There was a movement of bodies, and Andrea felt herself falling to the mattress as Hank lifted himself from under her, and Tony lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool rush of air between her widespread legs as the truck driver's penis was withdrawn from her ravished and wet loins.
Andrea rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move, and not caring. She had never felt so debased in her life. Before, she had always had the situation under control-at least before Bart Thomas had taken those lewd pictures of her exposing herself to those young boy scouts. And now, now what had happened to her? She had been humiliated and raped by two primitive truck drivers. God, God! What would come next? What further depths of depravity was she capable of stooping to?
The big truck driver, Hank, rolled out from under her, stumbled to the other end of the bed and poured himself another drink.
"Damn, that was sure good for starters!" he said. "But I don't think that tight little pussy of yours is ready for me yet. I'm gonna have to stretch you a little bit wider first."
Andrea groaned in agony and collapsed on the bed as the big hulking truck driver stumbled toward the bathroom muttering the words, "I'm gonna stretch you real wide, baby. I've got a little present for you ... a big black dildo I'm gonna jam way up inside your cunt. It'll stretch the shit out of you ... then old Dad here will come visit awhile."
A dildo! The word pierced her brain like an electric shock. Wasn't that some sort of false penis? This depraved truck driver was going to split her in half. No, it was too much! She would have to run for her freedom. The bathroom door slammed closed now. What was he doing inside there? What could he possibly have in store for her? She was suddenly determined not to wait around to find out.
Tony had rolled over on the bed, completely collapsed. He had drained himself of everything he had. Silently, Andrea reached for her skirt on the floor by the bed, and keeping a careful eye on the half-dozing form next to her, slipped it on. She clutched her sweater close against her chest and sat poised at the edge of the bed. She would have to make a break for it now, even if she was half naked. Tony's eyes were closed, and he was groaning now, his legs spread open and rocking back and forth as if repeating the fucking motions he had just delivered to Andrea. The bathroom door was still closed. Now! It would have to be now! She summoned all the energy she had left in her body, then springing away quickly, she ran for the door and darted outside in the open air.
"Hey!" Tony yelled, and charged toward the open door. But suddenly, as he reached the steps, he remembered he was standing there stark naked....
CHAPTER SIX
Andrea raced from the motel room to the car in complete disarray. Her large-buckled belt hung undone from her skirt, and the straps of her sandals dragged from her legs like useless strings. She stopped suddenly and took an apprehensive glance back toward the room. No one was coming after her yet, but they would be soon. They would bolt out of that motel room like a couple of crazed maniacs. Balancing herself first on one foot then on the other, she removed the clumsy sandals, stuffed them in her handbag and continued her flight toward the car in her bare feet, the rough stones of the driveway pressing painfully into her soles as she ran.
Tyrone had been asleep in the back seat of the car, but when he heard his mistress approach, he quickly shot up, leaped over the door and bounded toward her.
"Good boy," Andrea whispered hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. She turned again toward the darkened room in the distance. She could hear footsteps now pounding over the driveway in hot pursuit. God, she must get out of here before that maniacal truck driver caught up with her. He might even get violent-there was no telling what he would do.
"Quick, Tyrone!" Andrea commanded, and the dog raced toward the car, leaping over the back door to his customary seat. Andrea ran as quickly as she could in her bare feet to the driver's side.
The sound of the heavy pounding feet came closer and closer as Andrea fumbled in her pocketbook for the car keys. She could make out the truck driver's big massive form barreling toward her. It was almost a matter of life and death now. She had to find those keys. Her fingers rummaged hurriedly through a pack of kleenex, a compact, a tube of lipstick an old necklace and several other bits and pieces of junk which fate had put in her way. As Hank dashed toward the convertible holding up his trousers with one hand Tyrone let out a long, low growl, baring his fiercely white knife-like fangs.
"You ain't gonna get away from me you little bitch!" Mike snarled as he lunged toward the door on the passenger side. Andrea glanced up at him, her eyes wide with fear, but her rummaging hands had just caught hold of the key case and she quickly jammed the engine key into the ignition.
Hank's hand was on the door handle now yanking ferociously as it as the engine started up. He had the door almost halfway open when Tyrone lunged at the huge, beefy paw with his mouth bared wide like an angry alligator.
"Yaaaaaaah!" Hank yelled out in pain. Tyrone's mammoth jaws clamped down on his fist like a knife-filled vise, sending bursts of pain shooting through it. Andrea jammed the car in reverse, and it lurched backward bouncing over the rutted driveway. The dog's jaws were still clamped on the truck driver's hand, and as the car pulled away Tyrone's head jerked back taking with it a good size chunk of skin. Hank tumbled head over heels backward as the white convertible spun away, laying tracks of rubber and shooting out a hail of gravel in its wake.
Andrea, breathing heavily, reached back to pat Tyrone on the head as she steered the car with her other hand. "Good boy, Tyrone! Good boy," she said breathlessly, her heart pounding like a mallet. The dog whined in appreciation and licked her face with his long, wetly panting tongue.
Andrea in dazed confusion guided the car along the back roads toward the country house which was still an hour away. A confused mixture of thoughts and emotions were swimming through her head. God those truck drivers had frightened her, but the headache was completely gone. What had she come to? She had actually enjoyed the forbidden acts of sexual depravity that the two crude men had subjected her to. Where would it all end now? If only Bart Thomas had kept his promise, then she would have been fulfilled without lowering herself to the crude sexual demands of those two abominable men that she didn't even know. But it would never happen again, never.
Andrea squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt the last remnants of warmly flowing sperm seeping lewdly out of her cum-flooded vaginal passage. The electrical thrills of sexual excitement were still pulsing through her body, and the lewdly reminding wetness in the web of her panties made her shudder as she maneuvered the long sleek car through the darkness of the countryside.
The country house was not far away now-she would be there in less than half an hour. As she drove thoughts of more pleasant times ran through her mind. She remembered the times she and her husband, Ralph, had spent together in front of the fireplace, out on the boat in the bay, even just hiking through the woods.
It was a large place-modem and spacious but comfortable. Situated on one of the fingers of the Chesapeake Bay, it was relatively isolated. The other summer neighbors were well to do like Ralph and Andrea, but there were poorer people in the area too-backwoods people who had lived in tiny hidden shacks and cabins for generations-people like Ned Cramp, the mysterious hermit who could only be glimpsed at nightfall.
To the summer people Ned Cramp was a mystery all right, and that was the way he liked it. The only thing he wanted out of them was to steal their firewood. Even during the summer when a cool breeze blew in off the bay, the vacationers liked to lounge around their fireplaces, so there was plenty of wood to be had all year-wood that could easily be stolen and resold in the nearby towns.
At the very moment when Andrea Peters' white convertible had taken the last fork onto the dirt road that led to the country place, a dim shadowy figure was busily rummaging around in the Peters' woodpile.
Ned Crump was just beginning to fill up his wooden wagon with his second load of kindling. The Peters place was a damn good haul, Ned was thinking to himself. They had enough wood to make him a bundle, and he was going to spend the next couple of days getting his share of it. Bending over the pile, he picked up the logs with his ape-like arms, carrying them like a bunch of bananas.
He was a short powerful man with a flat, rounded head that was shaped like an unshaven pumpkin. His dark, egg-like eyes darted furtively back and forth, constantly scanning the night for suspicious strangers. He could relax now, he told himself. Those Peters people never came out here this early in the year.
Ned worked steadily for about fifteen minutes, piling his wagon high with logs. He had become so engrossed in the operation that he did not hear the white convertible turn off the dirt road and head up toward the house. The bright lights, in fact, caught him completely by surprise, and he threw up his hands to shield himself from the glare.
That was when he heard a low, long threatening growl, which he instantly recognized as coming from the Peters' German Shepherd. He froze dead in his tracks. The dog was heading toward him threateningly now straining against his leash. He could see the tall statuesque figure of Mrs. Peters trailing behind him. Damn, he'd better make tracks quick.
"Just a minute, Ned Crump," Andrea called out angrily as the bent-over hermit was about to scurry away. He stopped dead in his tracks glaring at the slightly disarrayed woman approaching him.
"I thought I told you never to steal our wood again. If you need kindling you can cut it in the woods and we'll gladly pay you for any that you want to sell us."
"Y-y-yes, Mrs. Peters," Ned stuttered, pretending to cringe. He didn't like these summer people at all, but he knew how to play the game with them. He always acted humble, but he knew damn well he'd come back at the first opportunity and take all the wood he could get. And besides, if this snotty little rich bitch got too down on him he might even sneak back and give her a good licking. She obviously didn't have her husband with her now.
"All right then, Ned," Andrea lectured. "You run along and I don't want to see you rummaging through our woodpile again, is that understood?" The old man nodded and grunted something unintelligible in reply, then hunching up his shoulders, started to haul his wooden wagon back through the trails toward his hut.
She could lecture him all she wanted to, he told himself, but he knew she was up to no good. What was she doing here in early spring? It wasn't tourist season yet. Yep, that rich bitch with the short skirts, she was up to no good all right.
Andrea watched with her German Shepherd, Tyrone, in tow as the scruffy backwoodsman stumbled into the trees. Well, she had told him off now and she could go inside and relax. As if what she had gone through weren't enough, she had to find this miserable hermit raiding her woodpile. It would be good to make a fire, sit back and just watch the flames.
Walking over to the woodpile which Ned Crump had just scurried away from she took a small load of logs in her arms and headed toward the house. At least there would be enough wood to get a small fire going tonight. She would have to come outside for more when she needed it.
The inside of the Peters' place was opulent and cozy-a large fireplace in the center of the room with a shiny brass duct that led to the chimney, exposed beams from the ceiling and dark rich wood paneling around the walls. Andrea dropped down her load of logs by the fireplace, returned to the car and came back in carrying her suitcases, which she set temporarily by the bedroom door.
It was past eight now. She would shower to wash away the smell and sperm of the truck drivers and return to sit in front of the fireplace. After she had changed and returned from the shower Andrea was so tired she spent the night snuggled comfortably on the couch that wrapped around the fireplace. When she awoke the next morning the fire had died out, and feeling chilly, she returned to the bedroom to dress. The entire day sped by quickly. Andrea spent long hours walking in the woods with Tyrone, returned to prepare dinner and fell asleep early that night. By Sunday she felt rested, but by Sunday afternoon she was growing restless again. She did not like being alone with her thoughts. If only there were some way to fight the headaches and the strange drives which still periodically took control of her body. But there was nothing she could do. She seemed doomed by her panty obsession to eventual disgrace. Sooner or later her secret would be out and her marriage to Ralph would end. In spite of everything, Andrea determined to spend one more night at the country house. On Sunday evening after she had finished a light dinner she walked outside in the cool night to fetch some logs.
This time Ned Crump was more alert than he had been the first time. He had come back to the woodpile to finish the job, but when the porch light switched on he noticed it immediately and pulled his half-filled wagon behind a tree. He wasn't about to run away before he had piled up a full load and figured he could wait it out until Mrs. Peters returned inside the house.
What he saw coming toward him boggled his mind. There was Mrs. Peters wearing a pair of short white hot pants that barely covered the firmly rippling moons of her ass, and on top she was clad in nothing but a half cut bra. Even in the dark, Ned's sharp eyes could make out the delicious slender body ambling in his direction. Damn, that woman was up to no good. What was she doing outside with practically no clothes on? As he looked at her statuesque form a large hard bulge burgeoned inside his dirty tattered pants. He sure would like to get his hands on that woman who thought she could lecture him like a schoolboy. She was just like the rest of these tourist people. When they weren't laughing at him they were trying to chase him off their property.
Andrea had reached the woodpile now without noticing the hiding recluse and she was bent over it so that her firmly rounded buttocks were practically bursting out from her shorts. Ned Crump's eyes bulged out. Damn, he thought, he hadn't had a woman in close to ten years, and he had never even gotten near to one of these tourist women before. But the opportunity was right there in front of him, and he wasn't about to pass it up. Crouching down like a jungle ape, Ned sneaked out from behind the tree and approached the lithe form of the sensual young woman bent over totally unaware in front of him.
At first Andrea thought the thing crawling up her leg was some small forest animal, but when she suddenly realized it was a human hand, she screamed in shock and flung the logs she had gathered back into the woodpile. She gasped in surprise and turned quickly around to see the full view of Ned Crump's lecherous face. His eyes twinkled, and he smiled dumbly at her.
"Get out of here immediately!" Andrea shouted in panic.
"I ain't goin' nowhere," Ned said springing up from his knees. He was suddenly transformed from a harmless halfwit into a vicious male beast in quest of a female. As he moved menacingly toward her, Andrea searched desperately for an escape route, but she was trapped by the woodpile.
"Oh God!" she screamed wildly, her neck muscles straining, but it was hopeless. Ned's tight grip fell on her shoulders and he pulled her struggling body toward him. "Please, Please!" she screamed hysterically.
With a sudden surge of maniacal energy Ned slid his arms down from Andrea's shoulders over her full throbbing breasts and clamped his hands hard around her waist. Then with a deep grunt he jerked her struggling form up over his powerful slumped shoulders, and with his fingers digging under her shorts into her panties he carried her like a sack of sugar toward the house.
It was like a sudden nightmare to Andrea. She could not believe that old harmless Ned Crump would turn on her like this.
"No, God, please Ned!" she cried out in agony, digging her nails deeply into his scalp. She heard only a deep carnal grunt in reply as he bounced her on his shoulder like a toy doll.
Ned had both his hands firmly around Andrea's panties now, and she jerked as she felt his fingers searching around up inside the thinly stretched elastic legband. In complete panic, Andrea kicked and flailed her legs like a hopeless child, pounding her arms wildly into his thick shoulders.
"There ain't no use fightin' Mrs. Peters," Ned growled. "I'm gonna fuck ya and there ain't nothin' you can do about it with that rich bastard husband of yours not around!"
"Oh God, Ned, please. What have I ever done to you?"
"You ain't done nothin' to me. It's what I'm gonna do to you," Ned mumbled as he hustled her struggling form through the porch door of the house. Before Andrea knew what was happening she found herself being carried over the threshold like an abducted cavewoman. Tyrone, who had been sleeping peacefully by the fire, leaped up teeth bared and growled at the intruder. His fearsome body was curled up like a snake about to strike.
"Help, Tyrone, help!" Andrea screamed insensibly, biting and kicking at the unshakeable old man who continued to carry her further inside the house. Tyrone coiled back and sprang at the sleeve of Ned's pea coat.
"Goddamn it!" Ned swore as he jerked his arm back and swung the dog to the ground. For a moment they struggled titanically, flecks of foam seeping from the dog's tightly clenched jaws. Ned by now near the bedroom door with Andrea still struggling above him worked his arms out of his coat leaving the dog with an empty piece of cloth to mollify his temper. Quickly, Tyrone burst for the door, but it slammed shut just as he lunged for it. There was a thunderous noise as the weight of the dog slammed against it. But Ned Crump was unscathed, and with a grunt he threw Andrea's helplessly pleading body to the bed.
The hermit gloated in triumph as he looked down at her fearfully sprawled out form, a cruel half-witted smile flickering across his face. She was all his, he could do whatever he wanted with the rich little bitch now, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Andrea looked up at his leathery stubbled face in a dazed shock. The truck drivers had been bad enough, but now this ragged defiant recluse ... The thought of his naked ageing body forcing its way between her helplessly spread legs was too much to bear.
Then suddenly, in the midst of her thoughts, the moronic looking man's lips curled up and with a menacing sneer he growled, "Take your clothes off." For a moment, Andrea could not believe what she was hearing. But there was nothing she could do. She was tired of fighting them all. If it was using and cumming in her vagina he wanted, she would let him do it, but she was going to make him pay, by god she was going to open her thighs to him and tease him with her panties until he went crazy.
Andrea's expression in one moments time changed from one of fear to a sensual, lewdly come-hither smile, as she reached back for the snaps of her brassiere. The older man was standing at the foot of the bed taking deep excited breaths, and the cock inside his pants had sprung out like a thick bamboo pole. Slowly Andrea's fingers undid the snaps but teasingly she held the brassiere against her breasts and inhaled luxuriously, making the rich ripe globes expand outward until she could see Ned Crump almost begin to drool. Inch by inch she lowered the cups of her brassiere revealing the full white mounds like a secret treasure to the sex-starved hermit.
Ned Crump couldn't stand it any longer. He ripped down his zipper and tore off his pants, fumbled crazily with his shirt buttons.
"You thought it was going to be difficult to fuck Mrs. Peters, didn't you Ned, darling?" Andrea cooed. "But it's not. Andrea's going to have fun with you."
The hermit's jaw dropped. This wasn't the way he had expected it at all. He had wanted to rip the clothes off her spoiled, rich-ass body and shove his cock deep up into her naked cunt while she squirmed and pleaded for him to stop beneath him.
"Now Ned, dear, you do want to see my panties and fuck me with them on, don't you?" The grizzled old man stood in dumbfounded silence. "Well you do, don't you, Ned. Now say yes Mrs. Peters." Andrea leaned toward him with the brassiere still cupped against her breasts.
"You ain't undressed," Ned gulped. "I-I can't see 'em with your clothes on."
"Oh but Ned, yes you can, then you have to help me take my clothes off." Andrea slipped the brassiere strap down Over her left shoulder and smiled up at the hermit with her lips slightly parted, revealing a sparkling white teeth. Then smiling even more wickedly, she lifted her knees and as the legbands of her shorts slipped up her thighs, she spread her knees slowly apart to reveal the soft silken crotchband of her white panties to him.
Ned stood stark naked except for his underpants, which now overcome with the flames of sudden desire he ripped away from him. His hard thick inflamed cock rocketed outward like a gigantic catapult. He was standing within inches of her face and could feel her warm sensual breath bathing the thickly bulbous head, and the sensation drove him wild. Suddenly his hands shot out and he gripped Andrea's long lustrous hair and jerked her head toward him.
"Aaaagh," she gasped in surprise. The hermit's thick gnarled hands pressed inward at her cheeks forcing her jaws open wide and with a quick forward flick of his hips he thrust his heavily throbbing cock in between her lips. She could feel it ramming in between her teeth, and there was no stopping it now. But also, and much more humiliating to her, there was no way on earth to stop the overwhelming sensations of lust that exposing her panties to him sent raging through her body. The hermit's thick blood-filled cockhead was pressed deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth and his hands reached down to her brassiere straps, giving a hard jerk. His thick burly hands slipped the brassiere down over her arms to reveal her naked crimson-tipped breasts swaying defenselessly in front of him. The sight of the full firm globes excited him to a deeper frenzy and his hands clamped firmly on the nipples pulling them outward toward his excitedly pulsating loins.
"Aaaagh," Andrea gasped at the sharp pain. And as the older man's fingers crazily massaged her bud-like nipples she found her mouth involuntarily closing tightly around his thickly throbbing penile shaft. She had ceased caring now. She had descended as low as she could go and now the only thing left was the huge pulsating cock fucking wildly into her mouth. Then suddenly, driven wild by the sheer helplessness of her position, she wanted more. She wanted to suck out and swallow this crude old man's lewdly waiting sperm deep into the depths of her stomach. Her inflamed desire made her hands circle Ned's waist and cup his rhythmically hollowing ass-cheeks passionately in his palms. A deep grunt erupted from his throat as she dug her nails firmly into his naked buttocks forcing his excitedly swollen cock further into her warmly absorbing throat. The obscenely rising sensations of the hard driving cock-flesh jammed into her roundly ovaled mouth sent crazed ripples of electric-like fire streaming through her helplessly seated body. Her warm slithering tongue curled around the tip of his cockhead, sucking and licking at it crazily, pumping like a piston engine.
Ned Crump's hard hands pulled her breasts up and rubbed the nipples lewdly against his testicles. God, he was going to cum so hard up inside her hot, cocksucking little mouth that the back of her head would fly off. The loud heavy gasps emanating from the bedroom had aroused Tyrone into a protective frenzy. Whining and mewling he pawed at the closed bedroom door. Then leaping up he caught hold of the door knob between his mammoth jaws, but the slippery brass knob slipped from between his teeth.
Ned released his hands from Andrea's breasts and tangled into her hair as he pulled her face toward his belly. His stiff cock fucked mercilessly into her throat sending wild spasms of pleasure rising lewdly through his loins. Any minute now he was going to flood her proud-ass little throat and belly with his hot heavy cum.
She was sucking on his heavily hardened rod like a milking machine, her head bobbing back and forth in a frenzied rhythm. It was driving him insane. As she kneeled before him on the bed his hand shot down to her white shorts and yanked furiously at them. Andrea groaned and mewled as she licked ceaselessly at his heavily sawing cock. His hand dug into her waist band, his fingers clawing at her white succulent belly.
"Aaaaauuuuugh," Andrea gasped as he jerked her by the shorts higher and harder against his loins. His entire cock was jammed deep inside her throat now. She was sucking and pulling on it like a vacuum cleaner. But damn, he wanted to get inside those teasing little panties of hers before it was all over. His eagerly searching fingers found the zipper and yanked down hard on it as Andrea's hand sprang to defend it.
But everything was too late now. He was going to cum in her hotly working mouth any second as Andrea's head bobbed furiously, sucking greedily in and out along the full, heavily hardened length of his steel-stiff cock. He fumbled crazily with her shorts and panties trying to jerk them down over the ripe twin globes of her buttocks, but he was in an impossible position.
Tyrone was clawing at the door even more ferociously now, and again he leaped up at the doorknob, grabbing it firmly between his teeth. The knob continued to slip between his saliva-coated teeth, but with the tremendous pressure of his jowls he managed to turn it slowly but surely.
Andrea's wet warm tongue slithered lewdly against the gnarled old man's stiffly sawing cock as the first droplets of lubricating fluid spurted out and seeped deep down into her throat. She had turned the hermit into a raging crazed animal and as his hands yanked at her hair, his pelvis wriggled obscenely, and in a second it happened. The hot, whitely snarling sperm coiled inside his cock suddenly burst out like a blast of liquid dynamite. His cock jerked crazily inside Andrea's throat, and the hot blasting liquid spurted and jutted harder up inside with each obscenely moving jerk. Her fingernails clawed insanely at the hermits ass cheeks pressing his loins harder and harder against her desire contorted face as the huge mammoth instrument raged and jerked around inside her mouth like an unleashed fire hose. She was going to gag, and she swallowed and sucked desperately to keep from choking on his hotly flooding sperm. The huge writhing snake spewed the last of its deep venom inside her throat, and as it gradually began to go limp Tyrone burst suddenly through the bedroom door. He had finally succeeded in turning the doorknob with his huge jaws and he tumbled inside, his eyes ablaze and a mean snarl bellowing from deep in his chest. The startled hermit quickly withdrew his cock from Andrea's mouth as she fell back limply on the bed. Tyrone kept his distance, as though he were setting himself up to leap straight into the hermit, who was now quickly throwing his clothes on.
"Now, n-now, you just set there boy," Ned cautioned, his voice quavering. The damn dog was ready to tear him apart and he knew it. Andrea, sprawled on the bed, remained oblivious to the scene. The thrills of ecstasy running through her body rendered her powerless to do anything. She had been heated into a passion from sucking the hermit's long thick throbbing cock, and with her shorts pulled halfway down over her hips and buttocks, she spread her legs out as if an imaginary male body with its long thick cock were slaving between them. There were no barriers left. She had broken them all with this depraved act on the aged old recluse, and now she could not blame her headaches, not this time. A deep otherworldly moan began in her chest and rumbled through her throat.
Tyrone, hearing the strange noise, interpreted it as a sign of pain from his mistress. His hind legs poised like sinuous catapults he groaned at the hermit who flung on his pea coat in a complete panic. Ned had barely shoved his arm into the coat of the sleeve when the powerful dog suddenly lunged at him. There was a fierce growling, and as Andrea raised her head from the bed she could see Tyrone's white glinting teeth gnashing into the hermit's arm. Her mind was a welter of confusion. She did not know whether to call him off or not. The hermit's thick hot sperm shooting into her throat had sent her mind reeling. God, it was not enough, she wanted more, her loins were aching for a huge male cock now.
"Stop! Stop, Tyrone!" Andrea yelled out as the dog's mouth clamped over Ned Crump's arm, tearing the coat to pieces. Andrea pushed off the bed and yanked on Tyrone's collar as the hermit, white with fright raced out of the bedroom door, banging it shut behind him. Fuck or no fuck, he muttered to himself as he raced from the house, he wasn't about to be eaten alive by that crazy-ass dog. In his haste Ned had left his shoes by the bed and headed for his wagon barefoot over the twigs and branches that littered the way.
Andrea, panting breathlessly on the floor, yanked hard on the dog bringing him to an involuntary sitting position. Flecks of drool dribbled down the sides of his open panting mouth and his red wild eyes gleamed with blood-lust.
"Easy, Tyrone, easy," Andrea said, petting the excited animal. Bending down she slipped her arms around the dog's thick powerful neck as though she were cradling a baby. She could hear the quick pounding palpitations of his heart as she stroked the thick fur of his chest. Tyrone, realizing the danger had passed, turned to his mistress and began licking her face consolingly, his long purple tongue slithering wetly over her sperm-drenched cheeks.
"Good boy, good Tyrone!" Andrea cooed, and she could feel the dog's warm excited body next to hers. God, the interruption had left her so excited. She could still taste the warm male pungency of the old man's cum inside her throat. God yes, she needed a man's cock now, but there was no one ... no one but the huge slobbering dog whose thick tongue had moved down from her cheeks and was running over her neck, making her feel warm and excited.
"Oh yes, Tyrone, yes!" Andrea said excitedly, a sudden insane gleam flickering in her eye. God, how she needed cock now, how she wanted it! Who was there to stop her. No one would ever know. And Tyrone was so big so huge. Yes, she would do it. No one would ever know, not even her husband's young associate, Bart Thomas.
"Come here, Tyrone, come!" she cooed as she cuddled the dog's head next to her soft, nakedly throbbing breasts. As she held the dog's head with one hand she guided her nipple into his gaping cavernous mouth with the other. "Lick, Tyrone, lick!" she commanded, her heart pounding excitedly. Her mad sexual drives had taken over her mind completely now at the thought of what this huge animal was going to do to her.
She gurgled, and the huge beast, as if human, seemed to understand. His vise-like jaws clamped around her bulging throbbing breast and his tongue shot out against the stiff crimson nipple. Shivers of excitement shot up Andrea's spine. There was no use pretending now. She had gone the limit, and she was going to enjoy this depraved act to the hilt. Tyrone's tongue swirled around and around like sandpaper against her naked breasts, rubbing hard, grinding against her stiff crimson nipple "Aaaagh," she groaned wildly and pressed her breast further inside the widely opened jaws until it disappeared way inside the dog's throat.
The dog's long red penis suddenly shot out from its protective sheath like a reptile slithering from its lair, and he licked at his mistress' breast in carnal abandon. God, no human could set her off like this, Andrea told herself. It was depraved and perverted, but she was going to enjoy it more than she had enjoyed anything before.
Andrea parted the dog's mouth gently with both hands and withdrew her breast. "Good boy, Tyrone," she groaned softly. "Now I'm going to give you something nicer to lick and smell." Tyrone was panting excitedly, the fiery gleam in his eye glowing like hot ember. Andrea jerked her shorts down halfway on her hips and rolled over on her hands and knees, dropping her upper body so that the nipples of her breasts touched the floor and the full firm cheeks of her half naked ass stuck sensually in the air. "Come on, boy, come on!" she called to Tyrone, and the dog moved eagerly around behind her. Andrea ground her buttock cheeks close back to the dog's cold wet nose, which slowly began to sniff at the thin, silken crotchband of her panties. And suddenly he caught the scent, the wild female odor of his mistress' excitedly moistened underwear. The dog went crazy as Andrea let out a gasp of excitement and reached back to pull aside the legband of her thinly encasing panties. Parting his huge jaws he thrust his tongue greedily into the thin, soft-fleshed crevice of her buttocks and began licking excitedly.
"Yes, yes!" Andrea cried. She had never been so turned on in her life. The dog's fierce teeth latched on to her panties and with a hard jerk of his head he yanked them further down on Andrea's ass, revealing the ripe twin globes of her buttocks, which swayed invitingly before him. There in front of him was the source of the sweet, lust-inciting feminine scent he had smelled. Tyrone thrust his tongue against the softly curling strands of her pubic hair, flicking it greedily, lapping it as though it were a bowl of water. "Ooooooh, God!" Andrea cried, her face contorted in a grimace of wild, uncontrolled ecstasy.
The dog, panting heavily behind her upraised buttocks and spurred on by her moans, licked lower with his tongue, probing at the pinkly flowering folds of his mistress' thinly glistening cuntal slit. The sensations sent thrills up Andrea's spine and with a long low throaty moan she reached back again and holding the crotchband of her panties aside, parted the wetly palpitating lip of her nakedly exposed vagina. In a moment she felt the wet cool rush of the dog's tongue flicking hotly around the tiny throbbing tit of her clitoris.
Tyrone whimpered in pleasure as his tongue slithered moistly against the throbbing bud-like head. "Yes, Tyrone, yes, lick it!" she groaned in uncontrolled ecstasy. The dog in obedience to her command shoved his long wet tongue deep up into the pinkly waiting folds of her flowering vagina, deep into the moistness of her warmly gaping vaginal cavern. As she felt the thick drooling tongue sliding into her like a snake she began to move her hips around back at his nose and around in lewd sensual circles. With a slow tortuous movement as she braced herself against the floor with her head her fingertips again touched the ragged pink lips of her vagina, pulling them further apart.
Tyrone's wet muzzle and sharp teeth were pressed hard against her buttocks now, and with a deep grunt bellowing from his chest, he snaked the full length of his long winding tongue deep into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy and Andrea's buttocks churned wildly from the lewdly shooting sensation of animal lust. She had journeyed to the lowest depths possible, but how she was enjoying the frenzied sensations that this powerful animal was inspiring inside her obscenely aroused body. A long low animal like groan escaped from her open lips as the dog's tongue probed relentlessly up into the warm wet passageway of her nakedly absorbing cunt.
"Oh god," she grunted unashamedly beneath him. There had never been anything like it in the whole world! Never, never, never!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been a long, hard week for Ralph Peters and Bart Thomas, but unexpectedly on Saturday they wrapped up the Stevenson case in Chicago. On Sunday they flew to the Washington office to prepare depositions for the Federal Court.
At dusk they were still working. "Whew, I'm exhausted," Ralph said, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his dress shirt.
"Me too." Bart agreed as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered one to Ralph.
"Well, Bart, you're a real pro. I think there'll be some good things in store for you with the firm.
"Thanks, I'm glad you gave me the chance."
"It's funny, I know you're a capable young man, but ordinarily I wouldn't have given the opportunity to someone without more experience. You have my wife to thank for all this. Andrea's a pretty perceptive woman. She knows talent when she sees it."
Bart chuckled to himself as he puffed on his cigarette. True, he had been pretty rough on Andrea, but he had gotten what he wanted. He wasn't sorry by any means for what he had done to her. In fact, the memories of that night with her long, beautiful legs wrapped around him in the gatehouse sent pleasant sensations streaming through his body.
Ralph, who had been gazing absently up at the ceiling, suddenly turned to Bart with an idea. "You know what we could use-a rest."
"Sounds like a damn good idea to me."
"I think we can take a couple of days at my country place in Maryland. I've got a boat there and enough fishing gear for the two of us. It's about an hour's drive from Washington. What do you say?"
Bart smiled. The country place ... if only Ralph knew that under different circumstances he might have spent the weekend there with Andrea Peters. But Ralph seemed to have no idea at all; he seemed so jovial now; they were the best of friends.
Ralph bent down in his chair and rummaged through his bottom desk drawer, extracting a bottle of Jack Daniels and two plastic cups.
"What do you say we have a drink to celebrate the Stevenson case?" There was a twinkle in his eye as he handed Bart the cup, but the feelings running through his mind were not those of comradeship alone. This Bart Thomas was a slick character all right, he thought to himself, but there was something funny about him, and during the two days they would spend together at the country place, he was going to get to the bottom of it. He wasn't a high priced lawyer for nothing.
* * *
An hour later the large black company car that Ralph Peters kept parked in a garage near the Washington office was racing smoothly over the winding back roads of Maryland toward the country place. The two shirt sleeved men inside were loose and relaxed, and Ralph Peters was pretending to be a little drunker than he really was.
"Well, Bart," he drawled. "What did you think of our little shindig last weekend?"
"I enjoyed it Ralph, I really did," Bart said casually.
"I notice you didn't bring your wife along, was she sick?" Even though Bart had downed three strong drinks in the office he could sense that Ralph Peters was being a little too obvious about cross examining him, but he would have to play along. Ralph was obviously trying to hint that he knew something was going on between Bart and Andrea.
"Stomach ache," Bart said. "She was very disappointed at not being able to come." Bart, who had been talkative up till now, fell silent. He knew Ralph was up to something, and he would push just a little further to see what it was.
"I didn't get much of a chance to speak with your wife," Bart said, and then he turned his head slightly to see Ralph's reaction. There was none. The older man simply concentrated on the road without replying. He was a cagey one, Bart thought to himself. He wasn't going to let on about anything until he had all the goods. Abruptly, Ralph shattered the silence and said.
"I'll tell you Bart, when I go fishing, I don't care if I catch a damn thing. I just like to sit out in that little boat of mine and listen to the water."
Bart laughed contentedly. Perhaps Ralph hadn't been trying to cross examine him at all. If Ralph had been suspicious, why would he have put him on the prestigious Stevenson case. He had been too jumpy. There wasn't a thing in the world to worry about.
The car made the last turnoff onto the dirt road that led to the house. It was growing dark now, and Ralph flicked on the high beams. All of the other houses in the area were dark and deserted, still boarded up. But further down the road as the car approached, the silver-haired lawyer noticed something out of place. There were lights on in his house.
He slowed down immediately and assumed a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Bart said.
"Those lights are coming from my place." Ralph answered worriedly.
Bart sat up quickly and looked out ahead.
The lights meant that either someone had broken into the country house or that Andrea had decided to spend the weekend there anyway.
Pulling the car off to the side of the road, Ralph brought it to a halt. "Looks like there might be some trouble," he said. "We better go up there quietly." The two shirt sleeved men hopped out, suddenly stone sober and began walking stealthily down the road toward the lighted country house. Neither had the slightest idea of what was really going on inside ... that at that very moment a huge panting German Shepherd had just mounted Ralph Peter's beautiful, slavishly kneeling wife from behind and that his paws were scraping excitedly into her naked back.
"Closer, Tyrone, closer!" Andrea commanded. She was breathing heavily now in anticipation of the dog's huge redly throbbing cock jamming itself way up inside her open vagina. She could feel the massive animal positioning himself with his hind legs, and she could feel his hot panting breath raking her naked back as she slowly pulled aside the silky crotchband of her panties again.
Slowly as Tyrone moved his belly closer, his thickly churning animal cock made wetly searing contact with the moist floss of Andrea's pubic hair. Pangs of lust shot through her body as her mind conjured up the depraved mental picture of being fucked like a female bitch in heat by another dog, and then she felt the throbbing blood-filled tip piercing ever so slowly at first up into the pink flaring flanges of her vagina, grinding slowly up around inside her. Electrical sensations of wild, obscene delight pulsed through her loins, and she shoved her hips back hard against the dog's thickly burgeoning cock. Tyrone, excited into a lust-crazed state, lunged his hips forward, sending the rock hard animal shaft still deeper into the warm slithering wet walls of his mistress's hotly absorbing vagina.
Andrea gasped at the sharp unexpected lunging sensation. "Aaaaaugh!" she cried, her face contorted in a lewd grimace. The dog's cock felt like a thick steel shaft reaming deep, deep up into her belly and mingling wetly together with her own naked flesh inside. She could feel it imbedded thickly inside her, and she pushed her upraised buttocks back against the animal, beginning a lewdly rocking sensual rhythm. The dog seemed to catch on, and his massive bulging cock began to fuck in and out of Andrea's cunt, pushing the softly yielding flesh of her vaginal walls in soft rippling waves of pinkly glistening pussy flesh before it. "Oooooh! Oooooh!" Andrea cried. She had never felt such a huge massive cock up between her legs in her whole life. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh on it as it speared relentlessly into her open belly. For a moment she held her body perfectly still, and the dog obeyed her unheard command to wait. Then suddenly she felt a jerking throb inside as Tyrone lunged forward again, scraping his paws fiercely against her back. His cock had jerked up another full half inch, and she could feel the walls of her vagina flexing tightly around it. "Auuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting in hungry, crazed passion.
Ralph, creeping up to the porch with his young assistant, Bart Thomas behind him, had picked up a heavy tree branch. Extracting his keys from his pocket, he opened the door slowly and crept inside on tiptoes. The fire was still smoldering, he noticed. There had obviously been someone inside. A loud muffled grunt broke the suspenseful silence. It was coming from behind the closed door of the bedroom. Was it a gang of teenagers who had broken in? Or was it something worse? Ralph with the makeshift club in his hand moved carefully toward the bedroom door. He leaned against it, listening intently. Bart joined him, cupping his ear.
Andrea had no idea that anyone had entered. She was totally dazed now, grunting and mewling with each jerking thrust of the dog's long thick penis up under the wide-held crotchband of her panties. Any second she was going to cum. Her crotch was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of the dog's heavily jerking loins behind her. Tyrone slobbered and panted as he quickened his stroke so that his cock bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of his slavishly kneeling mistress's womb.
"Oh God! Oh! Ooooooh!" Andrea hissed, her head thrashing wildly about against the floor.
Ralph, a puzzled frown on his face, could swear he recognized the voice coming from inside the bedroom. He pushed the door open a crack, trying not to make any noise. Then he pushed it further. When it was halfway open he peeked in.
His breath went out of his chest with a fast rush. He could not believe what he was seeing. There on the floor of the bedroom was his own wife with her head buried in her arms and her buttocks raised high in the air, her wide split vagina locked tightly onto the heavily pummeling cock of the rampaging animal fucking into her from behind. The blood ran quickly from his head, and his jaw dropped in amazement. He was not even conscious of Bart Thomas looking over his shoulder.
Andrea could sense the breeze on her naked body from the open door, but nothing mattered now. She was going to cum-cum as she had never done before.
Her breasts heaved and quivered, and her hard pointed nipples dug into the carpet beneath her. Her cunt opened and closed rhythmically around the red raging cock inside her, and warm gushes of hot wet liquid began to flood out around it. The dog quickened his stroke and fucked into her faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He could feel the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis as though milking him dry. His mistress's breath was coming in short deep gasps, and suddenly, with a low animal whine from his throat, a huge flaming rush of hot wet sperm shot from the head of his cock deep into her softly quivering belly.
"Oh God, I can't believe it!" Ralph Peters cried out, slamming his hand to his head as if he had been struck by a blow.
Tyrone, having completed his task, disengaged himself, but Andrea's buttocks continued to wave in the air, and she could feel the hot thick cum of the dog wallowing around far up inside her wetly flooded belly. She had heard a noise in the room, but did not realize what it was until she raised her head and looked up. Oh God! The impossible had happened! She had been caught in the most depraved act of all. Her face felt numb as she stared at the two stupefied men who were gazing at her in unbelieving amazement.
* * *
It did not take Ralph Peters long to recover from the initial shock. He turned quickly on his heel, marched into the other room and poured two triple cognacs-one for himself and one for Bart Thomas. It was as though the shock had not registered with him yet.
"Well, something needs to be done," he said finally. Bart gulped the cognac down, not knowing what to think. Would Andrea spill the beans now about his blackmailing her? She had nothing more to lose; what was to stop her?
"Yes, something has to be done," Ralph said with a business-like air. He brushed back his silver-flecked hair with his hand. "Something has to be done, and you're going to help me." Ralph's eyes fixed coldly on Bart. He seemed totally in command of the situation now.
"Me?" Bart said, surprised.
"Yes, you. I've known for quite some time that something's not quite right with Andrea."
"W-What do you mean?" Bart stammered.
The older man swished the liquor around in his glass confidently.
"For some time I haven't been able to give Andrea the attention she needs. I've been too busy. And I believe this isn't the first time she's turned to other sources for sexual gratification."
"What do you mean?" Bart repeated mindlessly.
"I mean you, Bart," Ralph said as he set down his drink on top of the liquor cabinet. "That night at the party ... I don't know what happened exactly, but as you know, I'm not stupid. You were gone a long time, and so was Andrea. I'm just putting two and two together." Bart's face flushed red. "Now wait a minute," he said, suddenly stiffening.
"No, you wait a minute," Ralph continued evenly. "We'll forget about that, but I want you to help me now. I intend to cure my wife of a certain-hangup."
"And you want me to help?" Bart couldn't believe how cool Ralph Peters was even after he had seen his wife performing with a dog in the bedroom.
"That's right, my boy. The two of us are going to give Andrea the screwing of her life, and I personally am going to tear her protective little panties to shreds once and for all!"
Bart found his penis leaping up inside his pants at Ralph's lewd suggestion. He was beginning to wonder if the older man was right in the head, but he seemed so cool and controlled.
Ralph with a sudden surprising smile, slapped Bart on the back, the two of them re-entered the bedroom. Andrea, her disheveled hair curled ever one eye, was ashamed but still thoroughly aroused. She looked up pleadingly at her angered husband, tears beginning to form in her eyes. It would all be over now-her marriage to Ralph, the social status she enjoyed. She had ruined it all by her crazed and lewd exhibition with the huge German Shepherd, Tyrone. She was almost completely naked now with the exception of her thin flimsy panties, the crotchband of which she had pulled back over her animal sperm covered vaginal lips.
Ralph fixed her with a steady gaze, his steel blue eyes cold and determined, but he did not appear as shocked as she had expected. Bart Thomas' jaw hung open wide and his face was covered with excitement. Suddenly Ralph said, "Get up off the floor, you little bitch!"
She obeyed his command without hesitation, rising up from the rug to her full height and walking across the room her proudly naked breasts swaying invitingly. She was numb with mingled fear and the still lingering excitement of her lewd sexual coupling with the dog.
"Kneel down in front of Bart," her husband snapped. Andrea looked forlornly into his eyes. She did not know whether to cry or simply obey him. But obediently she slumped down on her knees, and involuntarily her eyes fixed on the huge throbbing bulge inside her husband's young assistant's pants.
What was Ralph Peters up to? Bart wondered in spite of his rising excitement. Whatever it was, it would be unforgettable.
"All right," Ralph snapped as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. "When he pulls his cock out, I want you to wrap those hot little lips of yours around it and suck him dry!"
"Wait a minute, Ralph," Bart backed off. "You're sure you want to do this to your own wife?"
"You're damn right," Ralph said, his eyes cold and glazed. "And if you still want a job with my law firm, you better pull down your zipper and get your cock out."
With a quizzical frown on his face Bart slowly zipped down his pants and reached inside for his cock, which had now grown to full size, pulsating and throbbing heavily in his hand. Andrea looked up in amazement at the huge pulsating veins that ran through it as it stood poised straight in front of her face.
"Oh God, please Ralph, don't make me do it with you watching!"
"I'm going to cure you of wanting to get fucked with your panties on once and for all," he said sternly. "Now put your hot little mouth around his cock."
It was all so cold and inhuman, Andrea thought to herself, and yet the dog cumming up inside her from behind had already excited her beyond all human imagination. Slowly, her eyes glazed in helpless submission, Andrea reached out and touched the excitedly quivering head of the young man's cock, her fingers warmly, lovingly encircling its full girth. She drew it close to her mouth until her wet moist lips barely touched the throbbing head. Bart could feel the heat of her breath against it, and it made him tremble with the lewd anticipation of having another man's wife suck him off while the man stood by and watched it all.
"Now suck the cum out of him!" Ralph commanded violently. There was a vengeful sneer on his face. "You two should enjoy this after all the time you spent fucking each other in the gatehouse."
A pang of shock rippled through Andrea. Oh God, how had Ralph known! Did he really know, or had he simply pieced things together and drawn his own conclusions.
"Go on!" Ralph demanded, tearing off his shirt. "Start sucking, baby! This is just the beginning!"
Andrea shivered with a sudden wild, wickedly growing excitement. She had never seen Ralph so violent, so commanding before. There was no choice. She had to do as he said. Her lips ovaled widely and, drawing a deep breath that forced her breasts out against his legs, she slid them slowly and wetly around his lustfully throbbing cockhead. Her moistly slithering tongue lashed out hungrily at the desire-stiffened shaft, and she began to suck in earnest. She was determined now to give them both a show the likes of which they had never seen before, and her tongue swirled faster in lewdly sensual undulating circles around her husband's assistant's heavily throbbing penis, her teeth grating against his hard rigid flesh. She moved her head closer and closer to the base of his cock so that now she had practically swallowed the entire bulging rod up into her roundly ovaled lips. She could feel it pressing hard against the back of her throat, and she let out a long deep moan.
Bart was going crazy. She had practically absorbed his entire cock into her desire-contorted, beautifully slaving face. It was driving him insane. Hell, he didn't give a damn if the little bitch's husband, Ralph Peters, was standing next to him. And before he knew what was happening, his hands shot out, and his fingers curled tightly into Andrea's thick dark hair drawing her head even closer into his obscenely grinding loins. He could feel her warm red lips locking tighter around the lustfully bulging length of his cock. God, it was crazy! Crazy! And he loved it. He wanted her to suck so hard on it that he couldn't bear the pain. He wanted her to suck out and swallow every last drop of the hotly building cum that was swirling impatiently around for release in his balls below. And, as if sensing his passion, Andrea's tongue worked wildly against the steel-hard head that was thrust deep back in her throat, and her teeth slid against it, biting down hard until she could hear a superhuman groan bursting out from deep within Bart Thomas' chest.
Her husband, Ralph, has stripped completely naked now, and he was watching the entire scene in front of him, his cock shooting out straight and hard. He had started them off all right, and now he was going to finish the whole thing and finish it good. He was going to give Andrea the fuck of her life, and without those panties that she always clung so passionately to. God, he hadn't fucked her in months, but he was going to fuck her now ... fuck her so hard that her teasing little thighs would split right up through the middle of her cunt.
With his lust-hardened penis protruding club-like from between his legs, Ralph moved around behind his subserviently kneeling wife.
He could see her head bobbing madly up and down, sucking crazily on Bart's cock as the younger man propped himself back against the wall for support. If she was enjoying it now, she was going to enjoy it even more in a minute. She was on her knees now, her hands propped up for support between Bart Thomas' legs. Then suddenly, impulsively, Ralph reached down and clasped his wife's hips in a tight vice-like grip, jerking her knees up off the floor. She gasped in surprise as her head was suddenly torn away from the younger man's cock, and Bart quickly took, advantage of the opportunity to strip down. Hurriedly, he slipped off his pants and his shirt and tossed them haphazardly in a pile on the rug. He could see Ralph behind Andrea, hoisting her panty-clad buttocks powerfully up in the air as she desperately supported herself with her arms against the floor. But he wasn't about to let her stop sucking him off now. As he tossed away his undershirt, Bart kneeled down in front of the helplessly groaning woman and moved menacingly toward her, his hard pulsing cock pointed directly at her face. With a sudden lunge, he grasped her hair and again shoved the lewdly pulsating shaft of his penis deep into the warm, futilely protesting cavern of her mouth.
Ralph, behind her, had lifted her legs high in the air now, and his firm powerful hands slipped down from her hips, coursed along her thighs and grasped her ankles tightly. And slowly, he began to force her legs widely apart.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Andrea gasped. Her body was being contorted and twisted about like a helpless rubber doll. What were they going to do to her? She felt helpless and child-like suspended in the air like this.
"God, I'm going to fuck you so hard back here you won't believe it!" Ralph groaned, his face suddenly transformed into that of a lust crazed maniac. Then, in a quick burst of strength, he splayed her legs wide apart and pressed forward up between her sweat-glistening thighs until his lewdly throbbing cock pressed tight against her panty-covered buttocks.
One swift hard jerk, that was all it would take to rip her panties from that roundly writhing little ass of hers, and then he did it! Twisting his hand hard into the flimsy silky material, he gave an angry, lust driven yank. There was a fast dull ripping sound, and the panties tore apart at the crotch.
"Aaaaaarrrrgh!" Andrea screamed, but she was powerless to do anything. Bart's hands were locked tight into her hair, imprisoning her mouth on his hard, heavily pulsating cock.
"Suck, suck!" Bart commanded.
God, she was almost totally naked now ... naked as she had never been in front of men before. She could feel the cool tantalizing rush of air against the round ripeness of her partly covered buttock cheeks. Ralph, behind her, gripped her tightly on the full fleshy firmness of her thighs, as his fingers grazed against her soft fluffy pubic hair, and in sudden passionate abandon, she ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back against his loins. She could feel his heavily throbbing cock pressing lewdly against the softly quivering flesh of her belly, and at the same time, feel with renewed intensity Bart's rock hard penis fucking wetly into her tightly locked lips.
And suddenly the hands slipped further down her thigh, and Ralph's cock withdrew from underneath her belly. There was a tense anticipation, and finally she could feel it touching feather-like against the upturned crevice of her buttocks. Slowly and cruelly the blood filled tip teased against the tiny puckered ring of her anus. He thrust slightly forward until he felt it give with a slight stretching noise and the tip enter just a hair. A deep gurgling shriek welled up inside her chest as her angered husband pressed harder against the helplessly cringing tightness of her rectum. Only a tattered shard of panty lay like a torn silken flap over the white soft moons of her strongly upheld ass cheeks.
Then suddenly another jolt of masochistic wildness seized her body, and she ground her nakedly jerking buttocks back in growing ecstasy against the maddening probing from behind and at the same time worked furiously on the wetly skewering cock in front of her, puffing her cheeks in and out, sucking with all the furious energy she could muster. She could feel Ralph's cock from behind slipping deeper, deeper into the vainly resisting channel of her rectum. God, they were going to skewer her body to death between them. But suddenly her husband relaxed. His grip on her legs fell loose, and he withdrew his heavily imbedded cock from the tightly quivering crevice of her rectum.
"Stop!" Ralph commanded, as he let her legs down on the floor so that now she was kneeling in front of Bart, her face pressed tightly into the warm jungle of his pubic hairs. God, how could he stop now? Andrea thought. Her loins had grown crazed with passion. Then, suddenly she felt his hand yanking her hair, jerking her head abruptly away from Bart's cock. It stood out straight and glistening from the saliva of her tongue.
"Get on the bed," Ralph demanded. Andrea rose from her knees, mounted the bed and spread her legs wide. The distorted shards of her panties lay like tom flags of surrender over her loins.
If this was the way he wanted it, she would give him a show worth seeing. Her legs spread wide, she began to grind back and forth slowly, undulating against the satin bedsheets. She could not stop now. She wanted them both to fuck her at the same time with everything they had.
"I've been waiting for this a long time," Ralph said, a smile of lewd anticipation flickering across his face as he mounted the bed at her feet. Bart was in a semi-daze. The interruption had driven him wild, just when Andrea's soft delicious mouth had felt so good locked around his cock. Hell, he wasn't about to stop now. As Ralph maneuvered in between Andrea's widespread legs, Bart hopped on the bed and straddled her breasts, his large bull-like testicles sperm-bloated and hanging down against her stiff excited nipples.
Andrea's entire body quivered with excitement as she felt her husband's hand reach for the last remnants of panties that guarded her loins. For a long moment, it lay poised above the soft, torn material and Andrea held her breath in suspense. Then suddenly it descended, clamping on, and with one swift clean jerk, the panties were ripped away from her passionately aroused cunt.
"This is going to cure you forever of that goddamn panty hang-up!" Ralph snarled. "Spread your legs." Andrea felt the breeze against her nakedly exposed loins, and without hesitation she scissored her legs as far apart as they could go until the pinkly glistening lips of her vagina, still wet from the dog's cum, were open to full view beneath the softly curling strands of her pubic hair.
At the same time, with a powerful push, Bart pinned down Andrea's shoulders and guided his lustfully trembling cock into the warm wet oval of her lips. Her heaving breasts ground hotly up against his naked ass cheeks as his cock slid slowly into the tantalizing moistness of her mouth. With a long low moan of ecstasy, Andrea's hungrily writhing tongue curled around his rock hard rod, and then she began to suck it for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down in a wild, ecstatic rhythm as Bart Thomas fucked his cock lewdly in and out of her desire-contorted face.
The sight of his young lawyer associate sliding his heavily hardened penis into his wife's open mouth excited Ralph to a complete frenzy. In a fit of abandoned passion he thrust his face forward down between her legs, closer and closer until he could detect with his nostrils the enticing odor of her hotly steaming loins. And with his thumbs pressing outward against the base of her thighs, he thrust his tongue forward into the wetly glistening slit of her vagina. Andrea's legs suddenly jerked outward, and her entire body began thrashing and undulating in a wildly uncontrolled rhythm.
Bart, seized with electrical sensations of lust, jerked forward, supporting himself on his hands and thrusting his cock deeper into Andrea's now greedily absorbing throat.
Ralph quickly withdrew his tongue from her widely split cuntal slit, and as he did so her legs thrashed crazily and her pelvis swayed upward, she was begging, begging for him not to stop. Her cunt was gaping and pleading up at him like a hungry animal now, and "by God" he thought gleefully at her surrender, he was going to tease her until she exploded. Bending forward again he slid his mouth wetly over the tempting softness of her pubic hair up over her navel, and at her navel he stopped. His wet slithering tongue suddenly plunged outward, grinding against the soft undulating flesh of her belly. Her legs in response shot up and out and locked tightly around his head in a passionate death grip. His head, caught now between her thighs, moved lower, maddening patterns of sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She sucked in her breath and with it sucked Bart Thomas' cock deeper inside like a vacuum cleaner into her mouth. Small muffled gasps and mewls of pleasure burst from her choked throat as she felt her own husband's fingers again spreading the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina. His tongue flicked forward teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb wildly into a greater hardness. He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart then, suddenly dropping his tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into the pink moist flesh of her pussy. Her thighs convulsively jerked tighter around his head, and her hands automatically reached out for Bart's lewdly churning buttocks above her, pulling his loins deeper, deeper into her throat.
"Oooooh God!" Bart groaned as almost his whole penis disappeared into the warm open circle of her lips. Bart's deep groan excited her even more, and she jerked her cunt hard up into Ralph's face. His tongue skewered deeper into her, and he began to lick in earnest now, skewering and twisting it up into her welcoming passage, opening it wider and wider. Her body worked wildly beneath his, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head as her head jerked up and down on Bart's heavily twitching cock in her mouth. Ralph could feel the warm soft resilience of her thighs pressed tightly against his ears as she twitched involuntarily from an extra deep flick of his tongue.
Her belly began to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing from side to side as she moved with Bart's cock locked tightly inside her mouth. He knew she was on the brink of orgasm, not quite there but on the verge of it. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest below as Bart's mammoth bulging testicles slammed rhythmically into them. Her fingers twisted crazily against his hard driving ass cheeks, groping wildly for his anus between them. Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbled from deep down in her throat.
Ralph knew it was the right time now, and he withdrew his head from between her legs. Andrea's legs unlocked and thrashed out to the sides of the bed twitching uncontrollably. Ralph placed his hands firmly under her buttocks and lifted them up toward him as he moved on his knees close in again between her legs. The tip of his wildly throbbing cock was almost touching the pinkly yearning opening of her cunt. It moved closer, parting the floss-like pubic hair, and then it touched the naked pink flesh of the moistly glistening opening.
"Eeeeeeeaggghhhh!" Andrea screamed in wild abandon. The vibrations of her scream vibrated along Bart's cock inciting him to an uncontrollable lust, and he sawed his cock even more mercilessly into the warm wet cavern of her throat. As he did so he reached back with one hand, still supporting himself with the other, and ran it wildly over her breasts, pinching her large rigid nipples ferociously. Andrea bucked and danced wildly under this assault to her body as she felt the head of her husband's blood-filled cock easing into the pinkly flowering slit of her vagina. God, God, she thought, they were going to fuck her to death between them!
Ralph's fingers groped for the opening of her pinkly throbbing slit and pushed apart the wet moist flowering folds of skin, easing his throbbing cock slowly inside. Andrea's bulging lust-crazed cunt bucked crazily upward, and his cock slid forward as her legs shot up again and locked desperately around his back. It was the first time in her life she had ever been fucked completely naked without her panties on, and he was going to erupt inside her like a volcano.
She could feel the walls of her hungrily throbbing pussy opening wide and her buttocks jerking as the mushroom-like head slithered slipperily over her distended clitoris, sending a shower of raging sensations of lewd sexual delight coursing through her body. Her husband, Ralph, began to fuck in and out of her cunt harder and faster now in rhythm with Bart's rapidly gyrating buttocks in front of him. Every muscle in Andrea's body was tensed with excitement as her hips banged and slammed up and down against the bed toward the maddening probe between her wide held legs.
Ralph felt the tight hot walls of her spasmodically contracting cunt slipping deeper and deeper over his lustfully thundering cock. He lunged forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated organ into it like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh before it in rippling velvety waves, until his balls smacked heavily into the nakedly upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
He could see Andrea's hands in front of him wrapped around Bart's buttocks, pulling them back and forth in a fast frenetic rhythm to meet the rhythm of his own raging cock thundering into her loins below.
The sensations throbbed out in waves through Andrea's body and danced like fire across her nakedly writhing flesh from her head to her toes each time the huge impaling cock lurched deep in her belly. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath the two frenziedly fucking men and she groaned incessantly. Up in front Bart's frenzy was working toward fulfillment. His hugely lunging cock forced her lips wide apart with each forward jerk until the whole of his heavily driving cock length was swallowed in her mouth, and the huge blood-filled head was embedded deep in her throat. His hands held her head in a vice-like grip as she coughed and sputtered when the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils with each instroke.
Suddenly Andrea felt the rising tide of orgasm beginning deep in her hotly quivering belly. The very humiliation of her position sparked strange new pulsing waves of excitement that danced like demons through her shredded nerve ends. The saliva in her mouth was becoming sticky as small emissions of her husband's young assistant's pre-seminal lubricating fluid seeped from the end of his cock into the openly sucking depths of her mouth, but she continued to suck harder at the huge fleshy staff that had disappeared even deeper inside her greedily working throat now. She sucked for it all to end as she felt her own insides beginning to explode in a wild cascade of sparks and meteors searing their way through her veins like liquid fire.
Then, as if in response to her own coming orgasm, Bart Thomas jerked suddenly and writhed his groin up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock back deep into her desperately gasping throat. She groaned as the hot thick liquid squirted out, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and hollowing, inflating and hollowing from the pressure of the wildly bursting dam of sperm. At the same time her own orgasm was flooding in great sensual waves of hot female cum juices around the jack hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base. It was indescribably, and the whole of her crotch felt wet and fucked beyond all belief.
Tears of joy rolled from her eyes as she became aware that Ralph's cock seemed to be getting larger and larger as he thrust forward up into her open belly without mercy. And suddenly, it too began to jerk around and spurt out inside her and she could feel the delicious white-hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire, trickling down into the walls of her vagina like streams of molten lava. The muscles of her cunt clasped hungrily and hotly around it, milking greedily at the deep-sunken instrument. There was nothing else in the world now but the heated throb in her sperm flooded vagina and the still-jerking cock in her desperately sucking mouth.
Then, the lewd obscene thought of the whole scene of her being fucked by two men at the same time, without her panties, suddenly hit her like a lean angry fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing incomprehensible joy broke over her erotically thrashing body, and she groaned out her release as Ralph's thickly throbbing cock pumped the last ounces of his heated sperm deep up into her happily welcoming belly.
Her strength was suddenly gone, and she lay limp and panting as Bart lifted off her and Ralph Withdrew his wetly glistening cock from her loins below. God, she had done it now! She had loved it without her panties on! She was cured, cured forever of the obscene obsession and she exulted to herself as her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted into a deep peaceful sleep.
* * *
It was late in the evening, and the two men sat side by side on the couch by the blazing fireplace.
"Cognac?" Ralph said, passing the bottle to Bart, who filled his glass. "You know, I've never felt better in years."
"Me too," Andrea smiled as she stood at the doorway to the bedroom. She had changed to a short blue skirt and a tight sweater and now she bounded into the room refreshed and relaxed, plumping down on her proudly beaming husband's lap.
"Well," he said. "I think we've got things straightened out once and for all."
Andrea beamed back in her husband's face, and as Bart Thomas swished his drink around in his glass his hand slowly made its way up her skirt.
"Just what I thought!" he exclaimed as Andrea turned to him in surprise. "No panties."
With a smile she playfully slapped his hand, then broke out in a girlish giggle. The two men laughed heartily, and Tyrone who had nestled at Ralph's feet let out a high-pitched pleasurable whine. Inside the bedroom Ned Crump's weather-beaten shoes lay in a silent heap by the bed. But he would return for them some day, someday again when young Andrea Peters' husband was far, far away....
