Sandy couldn’t suppress a gasp of surprise when she opened the apartment door and saw Jeff Green standing there. Her first impulse was to tell him to go away; that she didn’t want to see him. But somehow, she couldn’t. A crimson blush rose and wreathed her face as she recalled how he had lewdly fondled her thigh, and how she had allowed him to, before she at last had come to her senses.
“May I come in?” Green asked, a confident smirk playing about his lips.
“Well, I…” Sandy began lamely, unsure of what to say. Jeff sensed her repugnance, and it touched off a spark of anger inside him. I’ll teach that little bitch some manners in a few minutes… he promised himself, but outwardly, he maintained an air of cool composure.
“I’ve got something to discuss with you. It won’t take long, I assure you!”
Sandy felt somewhat assured by his business-like tone, and motioned to him to enter. Jeff walked right over and sat down on the sofa, and Sandy hesitated before offering him a drink. She didn’t want to encourage him, but on the other hand, she couldn’t bring herself to be rude to him. After all, he was a friend of Harry’s, and even though her husband was very incommunicative about him, she thought it wise not to do anything that would damage the friendship.
Jeff accepted the drink happily, and began to talk to Sandy about commonplace things, making expert small talk. Sandy was grateful for the preoccupation of her own drink, and fervently wished that he would say what he had come to say, and leave. She couldn’t forget how he had fondled her the last time he had come, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t invited him inside.
“What was it you wanted to see me about, Mr. Green?” she inquired at last, her voice frosty.
“No need to be so formal, Sandy!” Jeff said jovially. “After all, we are friends, and it is as a friend that I’ve come to see you!”
Sandy was silent, eyeing him coldly. She disliked his smooth persuasive manner and felt sure that he was trying to play some trick on her.
Jeff was burning with anger at her manner of polite tolerance, and only the knowledge of her consternation and shock when she heard what he was going to tell her stopped him from really getting angry with her. So, patiently, he bided his time.
“Yes, sometimes,” he went on silkily, “a friend has a difficult decision in whether or not to tell…
“Mr. Green, I’m very busy. Would you please tell me what you came to say, and then leave. I’ve got a lot of things to do!” Sandy’s voice held a note of impatience.
Goddamned little bitch! Jeff fumed. She’ll change her tune in a minute.
“No, life isn’t always what it seems. Nor people, either. Take Harry, for instance…”
“Let’s leave my husband out of this, if you please,” Sandy retorted crisply.
“But it’s about Harry that I’ve something to tell you.” Jeff enjoyed watching the look of haughtiness drop from her face and become replaced with a sudden look of concern.
“W-what about Harry?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper.
“I hate to have to tell you this, but it’s about Harry and… and my wife!”
“W-what about them?” Sandy gasped, her face white, her eyes round and staring. There was a deep pit in her stomach, and the past few days came rushing back in a series of silent innuendoes and recollections. Harry’s silences, his long absences, his preoccupations… oh dear God, what was the cause of it?
“There’s something going on between them. I thought it best to tell you, as soon as I,” he finished, sighing, “found out about it. But first, I think you’d better pour yourself another drink. I’m afraid you’re going to need it!”
“But what is it? What do you want to tell me?” Sandy shrieked, her body shaking, her nails digging into the arm of the sofa.
“Here, take it easy,” Jeff soothed, moving closer to her and putting his arm around her shoulder. “Let me get you that drink!”
He poured a double Scotch for Sandy and another one for himself, and encouraged the trembling young girl to take a deep swallow.
“Yes,” he began carefully, toying with his glass, “Your husband, and my wife… are having an affair!”
Sandy stared at him with unseeing eyes, hardly comprehending what he said, her brain agitated with her jumbled thoughts. She should have known, everything pointed that way. Harry was involved with someone else! She wanted to sob, to cry out, to tell herself it wasn’t true. She could hardly believe it, and yet, her instinct had warned her, but she had ignored it. Harry is having an affair with another woman!
“But… but how do you know?” she stammered, her eyes blinded with tears.
Jeff smiled a sorrowful smile, and shook his head.
“I’m afraid I caught them in the act, my dear…”
“No! No!” Sandy shrieked involuntarily, unwilling as yet to completely believe this suave older man. “How do I know you’re… you’re not just…”
“Making it all up?” Jeff finished, searching in his inside pocket. “No, my dear, there is no doubt. You see,” he murmured, withdrawing a large white envelope from his pocket, “I have proof!”
“P-proof?” Sandy whispered, as if she didn’t believe her ears.
“Yes, here, if you care to take a look!” Jeff fumbled in the envelope, and withdrew a large black and white print, and handed it to her.
Sandy took it with trembling hands, recognizing it as a Polaroid photograph, and stared at it with tear-brimming eyes. For a moment, she couldn’t see clearly what was in the photograph, and then her vision cleared and she gasped aloud as she stared at the figures depicted in the print. She couldn’t believe it! It wasn’t true… it couldn’t be! But it was, because there was no doubt that that was Harry, his tongue lolling lasciviously, his eyes half-closed in delight, his mouth reaching for the splayed wet furrow of a nakedly spread vagina! Sandy couldn’t tear her eyes away from the photo. It was a very detailed snapshot, and Sandy knew that it must have been taken from close-up. Every delineation of the woman’s hot throbbing genitals was visible, and Sandy could see the thick swollen outer lips, the fluted pink inner lips, the burgeoning bud of her clitoris above the palpitating hold of her petal-shaped vaginal hole.
“B-but this is sick! It’s perverted! How could Harry…” Sandy was revulsed. How could Harry do a thing like that? Kiss a woman down there, between her legs? It was wrong, forbidden! But he seemed to be enjoying it! Now she understood what he had wanted when he had -tried to kiss her down there, and she had been horrified, unable to believe his intention! She had refused him, and now he was doing it with another woman!
She took the next photograph that Jeff silently offered her, and she stifled a groan as she saw for the first time the beautiful face of the woman who was Jeff’s wife. She experienced an intense stab of jealousy when she saw how lovely she was, even though her face was contorted with lust, her full ripe lips ovalled to receive the full hard length of a fully erect penis, which Sandy knew was Harry’s.
“Now look at this one!” Jeff suggested, and Sandy drew in her breath quickly as she saw the reason for the strange positions of the close-ups. The third photograph showed Harry and Jeff’s wife, juxtaposed, both completely nude, touching only where Jeff’s wife’s mouth was closed around Harry’s bulging prick, and her husband’s face was planted firmly between the beautiful woman’s widely splayed thighs. They were sixty-nining! Then, strangely, a lewd thrill of perverse pleasure clutched at Sandy’s stomach as the word came to her mind, half-remembered from her school days, when she hadn’t a clear idea what it really meant. Now she knew… oh God, how she knew!
“W-where did you get these?” Sandy asked with sudden suspicion.
“I took them myself,” Jeff admitted, feigning a hang-dog look, “you see, I thought I might need them in case…” He trailed off, leaving Sandy to guess his legal meaning. But she was too agitated to pursue the matter, and with a mixture of disgust and trepidation, examined the rest of the Polaroids, each one depicting exactly the degree of passion the illicit pair reached together in their wantonly abandoned act.
“I… I don’t know what to say!” Sandy finally gasped, handing the photographs back to Jeff. All at once, they sickened her beyond belief. She still could hardly believe that Harry was actually being unfaithful to her, much less in such a disgusting way.
Jeff quickly refilled Sandy’s glass and without noticing, she raised it to her lips again, and drank deep from it. Her head felt dizzy from the sudden intake, but she felt a certain relaxation and confidence creeping over her. I need it, I need the drink to stop me from going crazy!
“H-how long has this been going on?” Sandy asked, not knowing what else to say to this man whose wife was the mistress of her own husband.
“Since the day your husband got out of jail!”
Jeff announced in a stentorian voice. “Yes, ever since that day, your husband has been fucking my wife, behind both our backs, right in my own apartment!”
Sandy winced from the lewd word as her mind began to whirl with troubled thoughts. That’s where he spent the day! He must have spent it with Jeff’s wife, before coming back to her… and raping her from behind like a dog! That’s why he was touchy… that explained his abruptness this past week, his silences… oh God, she should have known… she should have known.
“I didn’t think Ann would do this to me… humiliate and hurt me like this; show such lack of consideration for my feelings. It’s just not right, is it, Sandy?”
“No, it isn’t!” Sandy heard herself agreeing.
Well, it wasn’t right. Harry had abused her terribly, and this past week was hell. He was involved with someone else, and she was the one who was suffering. It wasn’t fair, not fair at all!
“You don’t deserve to be hurt like that,” Jeff consoled her, moving close to her on the sofa, urging her to finish her drink. Sandy didn’t know what to think. Jeff was right, of course, but on the other hand, shouldn’t she wait and hear Harry’s side of the story?
“It’s different for me, I’m a man, I can take it,” Jeff went on, his arm creeping protectively around Sandy’s quivering shoulder. “But when a woman finds out that her husband is fucking another woman…”
Sandy suddenly burst into tears, unable to restrain herself. Harsh convulsive sobs wracked her body, and tears coursed down her face. She never dreamed that such a thing would ever happen to her, that Harry would be unfaithful to her. But now it was happening, and Harry, that bastard, had no consideration for her, didn’t care that he was hurting her beyond imagination.
“There, honey, take it easy,” Jeff soothed, his hand caressing her shoulder, his voice soft and persuasive, his breath warm on her cheek.
“I don’t blame you for getting upset. In fact, I wouldn’t blame you if you got really angry at that husband of yours, if you swore to get your revenge on him, to hurt him the way he has hurt you…”
Yes, that’s it, Sandy’s liquor-soaked brain seized on Jeff’s remarks. I'll pay him back for humiliating me like this, for the way he treated me, for abusing me the other day, for cheating on me…
“A man who cheats on his wife deserves to be hurt in return,” Jeff droned, his arm growing more possessive as he whispered in her ear.
Yes, Harry deserves it, Sandy thought wildly.
He deserves to be paid back, the cheating bastard…
“Would you please get me another drink… Jeff?” Sandy asked timidly, as she tried to quell her sobs. Jeff smiled to himself as he poured more Scotch into her glass, feeling pleased with himself for the way things were working out. But easy does it, he cautioned himself as he handed her the glass, don’t rush things this time.
Sandy felt much better as she sipped her drink. Her crying jag had done her a lot of good, and now that she had a tangible emotion to get her teeth into, things didn’t look so bad. She’d make Harry pay for what he’d done to her; that would make her feel better and teach Harry that she wasn’t a timid little doormat any longer. She was a full grown woman, capable of following her own mind, capable of giving as good as she got. Yes, Harry, I’ll make you sit up and take notice, you goddamned bastard …
“Well, I must thank you, Jeff, for clueing me in. You must think I’m a real baby, though, for the way I reacted.” Her voice was cool and self-possessed again as she toyed with her half-empty glass.
“No, I don’t,” he replied suavely, “In fact I think you’re a very brave young woman, in addition to being, I might add, a very beautiful one.”
Sandy found herself blushing, oddly pleased with his compliment. It felt good to-be praised again, after Harry’s neglect, and her mind craved the attention, just as her body reacted to the lack of it.
“T-thank you,” she stammered, unable to meet his eyes.
“I mean it, Sandy,” Jeff persisted earnestly, “I don’t know how Harry could look at another woman after-you!”
“Ah… I don’t know what to say…” she faltered, feeling overwhelmed by his remarks.
“A guy like Harry who has got everything at home, a beautiful sexy wife, good in bed…”
“Oooh!” Sandy couldn’t help gasping, her face fiery from what Jeff was saying. What made him say a thing like that? Had Harry been talking about her? Had he hinted what their love life was like and was Jeff now making fun of her? God in heaven, this was getting to be too much for her…
The next thing Sandy knew was that Jeff was kissing her, his mouth hot and hard against hers, his arms clasping her to him, his body vibrant and passionate as it melted against hers. She was powerless to resist as his tongue squirmed hotly between her teeth and united with hers, teasing it into life, mingling his breath with hers.
“Oh baby,” he was murmuring, “you’re so lovely, so beautiful… I can’t help myself…”
Her body tensed as she felt the fumbling of his fingers with the buttons on the front of her dress, and she was aware, with a paralytic immobility, that they were groping inside her dress, slipping under her bra and…
“Oooooh, God… “she murmured as she felt the cool touch of his fingers on the burning flesh of her breasts, and she realized, without rancor, that her nipples were straining against his hand, anxious to be caressed, rubbed, stroked. It seemed to the bewildered young wife as if her body had suddenly mutinied and was now shocking her with the violence of the feelings which were coursing through it, making her mewl with pleasure under a strange man’s touches, making her sigh with bliss from his illicit kiss. All she knew was that it felt so good to be kissed and caressed and wanted again, after so long, especially… especially now that Harry had found someone else. His fingers were tweaking the hard little nipples, goading them into turgidity, caressing the crinkled aureola to distraction, stroking the soft trembling flesh of her fully rounded young breasts.
She stiffened a little as she felt his hand slide down the flat expanse of her belly and slip inside the elastic waistband of her nylon panties, edging its way still lower until it came into delicious contact with the first thinly curling wisps of her pubic fleece. It hesitated there for a moment, before dropping still lower and brushing against the quivering flesh of her vaginal furrow.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Sandy sighed ecstatically, squirming her hips into the sofa as the finger began to delve between the soft fleshy folds of her throbbing pussy. His mouth was tracing a hot path along her neck, her throat, showering her with hot little kisses, his voice rasping in her ear.
“Oh baby, you body feels so soft and good… your pussy is already so nice and juicy…”
Abruptly, a warning note flashed a vibrant red in Sandy’s dazed brain.
“No! No! We mustn’t… It’s not right…”
Her voice was hysterical and distraught and she struggled to free herself from Jeff’s embrace.
“Why not?” Jeff intoned insidiously. “They’re enjoying themselves, they don’t care about us! Why should you be so lonely and unhappy while your husband is having a good time? And you’re having a good time now, aren’t you, Sandy? I know you are… I know you like my finger playing around in your cunt… I just know you like it…”
He right, I do like it! I like it! Her brain was dizzy, her resolve diminishing. He’s right about Harry, too… why should he have all the fun… he deserves to be cheated on, just like he cheated on me… he deserves it…
Jeff’s finger was like a red hot poker in her openly throbbing vaginal depths, churning around in the wet soft flanges, igniting curious flames of pleasure and desire inside her, melting her brain and body until they were both acquiescent and yielding. It was unbelievable, almost as if he had some secret power over her, the power to give her tremendous pleasure.
Jeff was working smoothly, expertly with her thinly-covering dress and she limply allowed him to remove it, allowed him to take off her bra, lay there meekly while he ripped off the last flimsy protection of her flimsy nylon panties… she was naked in his arms, and she could see the admiration mirrored in his face.
Christ, she’s even better than I thought… her body looks so soft and unused… innocent and vulnerable… just the way I like ‘em! Lust was a tightening knot in his stomach and he could feel the hardness of his aroused prick digging into his thigh, confined by his pants. What a fool Harry is, he laughed to himself, Not that I blame him for fucking my wife; any man would…
He couldn’t draw his eyes away from the sumptuous feast of Sandy’s delicate golden body, quivering and apprehensive, like a frightened fawn. She combined an air of childish innocence and vulnerability with a deep sensuality which Jeff was sure lurked just beneath the surface of her shimmering creamy skin.
With a moan, he lowered his face and his mouth enclosed the tiny trembling bud of one nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling on the hard little tip, drawing sunken moans of ecstasy from Sandy. Her breast felt as if it was on fire and yet oh god, she liked his rough oral caress, liked his mouth on her hardened nipple.
His mouth trailed down her lithe young body, probing momentarily at the puckered aperture of her navel before descending to bury itself in the softly tickling fleece of her pubic down. Sandy drew in her breath rapidly at the alien touch and tried to squirm away as she felt Jeff’s fingers brush against the swollen outer lips, pulling them gently apart, revealing the soft, wet pinkness of her moist little cuntal mouth. He gazed at the appetizing sight, his breath coming quicker and his pulse hastening as he stared at the soft glimmering lushness between her slightly spread thighs.
“No, please… “ Sandy whimpered, realizing with horror what Jeff had in mind.
“Oh baby, your cunt looks so nice and tight and hot… I’m going to kiss and lick it, just like Harry was kissing and licking my wife’s pussy. Remember, baby, in the photograph, how your husband was groveling in my wife’s cunt, ramming his tongue far up inside her, nibbling at her hot little clit, sucking and licking like crazy… do you remember?”
Yes, she remembered. She couldn’t forget that photograph, it was indelibly etched on her brain, and she knew now that yes, she wanted Jeff to do to her what Harry had done to Ann, wanted Jeff to kiss and lick her up between her legs, even though she had thought it was wrong, sick…
“Yes, Jeff, oh yes… “ she breathed, her body tingling from the lewd thoughts leaping around in her jumbled brain. Nothing mattered to her any more, nothing but the incredible sexy sensations in her body, not even the fact that she was here with another man…
“Yes, what?” Jeff demanded, suddenly sadistic in his impatience.
“Yes, kiss me there… on my pussy!” Sandy moaned like an automaton, mesmerized by the older man’s sensual power.
Jeff, elated, reached down and once more drawing apart the protective, softly hair-fringed folds of her trembling little cunt lashed out with his tongue and swept along the full length of the throbbing cleft.
“Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh…” Sandy gasped from the unaccustomed contact unable to believe that it was really she who was naked and flat on her back beneath an almost total stranger whose tongue was licking hungrily at her openly spread vagina. He swiped and probed with his deftly flicking organ, searching and burrowing into the deep sensitively squirming recesses of her hot little pussy, sucking in her excitedly secreting feminine juices, reveling in his conquest over her. Because he had conquered, and Sandy was moaning and writhing, the desire in her body overriding her initial reservation. She liked it! She liked having her pussy sucked and licked by a virtual stranger whose wife her own husband was probably fucking at this very minute.
“Mmmmmmmm… God!” she moaned, writhing beneath Jeff Green’s tight grip on her nakedly moving hips. Her brain was fomenting and her body was bewitched by the overwhelming sensations convulsing it. It was fabulous! She had no idea it would be so good, being kissed down there. She should have let Harry do it… it would have been so good…
Jeff hesitated for a moment, raising his eyes to look at the lovely, naked young body churning on the sofa, delighted with her pleasure. She really digs it… he thought happily, as he returned to his task, redoubling his efforts. Eagerly, he nipped the tiny head of her burgeoning clitoris with his teeth and titillated it with his tongue, wringing cries of pleasure from Sandy. She was riding the crest of complete passion now, and Jeff could see that she was approaching orgasm. She was like a being possessed, her body loosened completely now from the moralistic clutches of her mind.
Sandy groaned with disappointment when the delicious tonguing of her genitals ceased abruptly, just when she was ready for exquisite release.
“Jeff… “ she murmured piteously, her flesh tingling with arousal. “Look, honey,” he growled suddenly, and Sandy, startled, opened her eyes and looked straight at the huge bulging protuberance of his cock. He had undressed and was completely naked.
“NO!” Sandy screamed suddenly, her eyes widening in horror, both at the unnatural size of the organ and the realization of what he wanted to do to her now.
“D’you like it, honey?” Jeff leered, dangling it in his hand, pointing it obscenely at her. It's so big, she thought feebly, falling helplessly back into the sofa, unable to resist.
“Now, baby,” Jeff rasped, settling himself over her, “I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, just like your husband’s fucking my wife…”
Oh God, she thought bitterly, am I going to be as bad as Harry… cheating on him the way he cheated on me…
“I'm gonna shove it into that tight little pussy of yours, the way Harry rams it into my wife’s cunt…”
His lascivious words revulsed Sandy, but she knew there was nothing she could do. It was too late. She was already in this man’s clutches, a helplessly aroused victim of his swirling tongue and fingers and all the liquor she had consumed.
She flinched as he moved nakedly up between her widespread legs and she felt the hard nudging of the rubbery head of his prick against her soft vaginal flesh, and waited fearfully for what would happen. He’s going to tear my vagina, she thought helplessly as she felt him positioning the thick, heavy rod at the tiny, tightly clenched entrance to her belly. Oh Harry, why did you do this to me… it’s all your fault… it wouldn’t have happened but for you!!!
Her feelings of pleasure from her near-orgasm were all but gone now and were replaced with cold dread. She didn’t want this to happen, she didn’t want it at all, but it was too late now.
Jeff poised his huge prick at the small, apprehensively cowering opening and held it there for a moment. He could hardly believe that he was at last within sight of victory, in sight of totally subjugating this half-virginal little number who had treated him with such contempt at first. Well, he had won in the end just like he always did. And now, by God, he’d show her she wasn’t such hot shit, that her proud little cunt would get the best of her and start fucking back just like all the rest of them as soon as it got a chunk of real man-sized cock shoved up into it. With a grunt he pushed forward, feeling the soft tender walls of her open pussy give way like warm butter before his onslaught, and then brutally, he lunged forward in a savage lurch, penetrating all the way to the base of her cervix with his huge driving cudgel.
“Aaaaa-aarrrrrrrggggghhhhhh…!!!” Sandy wailed loudly, blinded by the pain of his sudden, harsh entry.
“No, please stop, Nooooo…” she sobbed as she felt him grind his cock forward inside again, oblivious to her agony, disregarding the near virginal tightness of her futilely resisting cuntal passage.
“Waaaaaggggghhhhhhh…” she shrieked as he forced it up into her another inch.
“Uuuuuurrrgggghhhh… “Still further.
And then… “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh…oh God, stop… please – - stop… noooooooo…” as with a tremendous surge, he managed to sink his lust-bloated hardness to the hilt in her hot tight depths. Sandy felt as if she couldn’t move, or even breathe, so impaled to the cushions of the couch was she by the wide, granite-hard pole sunk between her open legs. Her body was on fire with pain, and her brain was seething with the shame of her lewdly spread position. Oh God, she was allowing herself to be used in this licentious, adulterous way and she had really only herself to blame. It was her own fault!
Jeff flexed his blood-swollen cock inside her tortured little belly, pressuring it against the membrane of her cervix, enjoying her agony as he held her there, impaled like a butterfly on his prick. Then at last, he began to pull out, and he could feel the moistly clinging walls of her cunt lock tightly in protest against his hardness as it withdrew, and the young wife’s piteous moans of shame and humiliation intensified as he continued to exit.
Sandy felt mortified, unable to think or feel anything more. The brutal penetration had cleared her liquor-soaked brain and she realized with a kind of horror what she had let herself in for. Now she had to endure the result of her folly without even the haze of liquor to help her. It was all too much for her and she wished that the ground would open and swallow her up, anything to spare her this obscene degradation.
Jeff plunged forward again, this time unimpeded, conscious only of his own overpowering need to fuck into and empty all of his hot seething sperm into the nakedly spread body of the shame-frozen young blonde beneath him.
“Please, Jeff, please stop… you’re killing me!” Sandy pleaded, her pelvis filled almost to the bursting by his bestial lunging. His massive rod of flesh filled her completely, so much so that she felt she would explode, and yet with each moment it remained in her, it seemed to expand even more inside her. Her flesh felt hot and cold at the same time, and she closed her eyes, fervently hoping for the end of this horrible rape of her helplessly pinned body to come soon.
Then, as she rolled her head in silent protest beneath him, Jeff began to fuck into her with long even strokes, plunging deep inside her on the instroke, and pulled out almost totally as he withdrew. His screwing became progressively wilder as Sandy’s cunt slowly adjusted to his size and opened and closed of its own accord in time to his own rhythm. He was intoxicated by his own success, puffed up with conceit, waiting only for the final evidence of the total submission and subjugation that he knew would be soon in coming…
“This… is… how your husband… fucks into… my wife…” he gasped, his breathing becoming faster, his body hot and panting. Was it? Sandy thought wildly. Did Harry hump over Jeff’s wife like this, panting and heaving like a sex-crazed animal? An image of Harry, hovering over Ann Green’s lovely body, flashed into Sandy’s mind and stayed there with unbelievable tenacity. She could almost see her husband, his penis long and thick and rangy, darting into the hotly waiting crevice of the older woman’s hungrily pulsing pussy… Yes, she could almost see it, and could it be that the thought was exciting her? The thought of her husband fucking… yes, fucking… the lewd word rang in her mind… another woman, just as she was being fucked between her legs by another man? Yes, there was no doubt about the tingle of excitement which was growing deep in her loins, spreading like wildfire now to every sensitive nerve end of her body, thrilling her to the very marrow of her bones. The lewd pictures she’d seen, the ones Jeff showed her, came back into her mind with startling clarity, and sent lascivious shivers of wicked pleasure cascading through her as she recalled the licentious poses of their wanton sixty-nining, how Harry’s face had glazed over with lust as he bent to lick and kiss Ann’s pussy, how Ann’s mouth had clung like a greedy child’s around the thick driving pole of her husband’s hardness… An image of how she herself must look spread-eagled on the sofa, her thighs lewdly splayed, her head thrown back as that woman in the picture’s husband fucked into her with wild abandon, darted into her mind, teasing her with erotic distortions.
Yes, her position was just as lewd and wanton as Jeff’s wife and Harry’s had been… she was as bad as they were…
But there was no doubt now about the rising excitement in her vainly resisting mind. And then… with the same intensity they had fought against it, her loins burst into a giant flame and she was moaning and writhing with unadulterated pleasure, her libido released by the intensity of her own imagination and the hunger in her love-starved body.
“Ooohhhh Jeff, that’s it… it feels so good, Jeff!” she gasped, spiraling her vagina upward to receive his downthrusts, locking her ankles tightly around his lower back, clasping her hands around his neck. She was like a different person as her body rocked and buffeted against his, her flesh alive and sensual in its quest for fulfillment.
Christ, she’s really a hot little fuck, Jeff mused arrogantly through half-closed eyes, his own body lashed with the whip of mounting passion, even hotter than I thought she’d be… she’s like a volcano that’s just been uncapped …
Their nakedly perspiring bodies smacked noisily against each other as they sought to reach release together, soft female flesh fused into and grinding hotly against hard driving masculine flesh. This is it… this is what it is all about… Sandy’s brain droned as her body was carried further and further from the shore of reality and tossed higher and higher on forbidden waves of exquisite pleasure. Her breasts were crushed against Jeff’s chest, and the softly curling fleece of her pubic mound was grinding desperately up against his pubic bone. Her mouth reached greedily for his and she sucked his tongue deep down into her throat, anxious to feel and taste as much of him as possible. She was grateful to Jeff for forcing her into this pleasure, glad that he had stripped her naked and pushed her down on the couch… glad even that Harry had cheated on her and enabled her to taste the same cup of ecstasy that he had tasted. It was worth it…
Her body was like an undetonated bomb, waiting to explode any moment at the signal from its controller. Sandy felt that signal coming as she suddenly held her breath. Every muscle in her body tautened and stiffened almost unbearably, and then, before she had time to think of anything, every cell in her body was bursting into a thousand pieces…
She was there, her arms and legs jerking madly around Jeff Green’s nakedly driving body as her whole being was overcome by a force far greater than anything she had eve known before.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh… Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!…” she sobbed mindlessly, “I’m there… I’m there… I’m cuummmmiiinnnggg…!!!”
Then she was shattered by a terrible explosion inside her as multicolored lights flashed behind her eyes, and she felt her body disintegrating into a million pieces, and she could also feel, very clearly, a most important part of herself, the part that was moral and repressed, being dissolved completely, and leaving in its place, a new entity someone completely different than the one she had been before. Through the din of her incredible release, she was aware of Jeff’s climax, and she could feel him fucking desperately into her, his body like a whipcord as his own coming orgasm swept him along on its relentless path.
“Oooh Baby… Oh Baby… I’m cumming too! I’m cumming too!” he hissed in her ear, his pelvis smashing hard up between her upraised thighs, signaling the release of the first jet of white hot sperm into her churning depths On and on, it spurted from the squirming sanctum of his balls deep into the heated, steamy morass of her hungrily welcoming belly.
“Keep… fucking… back…” he panted heavily as he continued to batter against her, lighting again and again the dwindling fires of the first orgasm she had ever experienced. Finally, her stomach and vagina filled almost to the bursting with sperm, it was all over, and Sandy sank limply down into the cushions, her brain reeling, her body trembling and quivering, unable to think clearly. She had never in her life known anything like the tremendous physical pleasure she had just experienced, and she knew that she had another woman’s husband to thank for it. She didn’t know why she had reached the epitome of excitation with another man, and not her own husband; she only knew that she had and, as she sank into a light, satiated doze, her brain knew only one thing: I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad, even if it hurts you, Harry, you bastard, I’m glad I let a stranger fuck me, I’m glad I had this wonderful orgasm and now know what it’s all about…