Jill Parker sat huddled in a far corner booth of the Hidden Valley Resort bar. She held a Drambuie in her trembling hand, sipping it as she had the previous three glasses. Her brain was full of abject, overwhelming misery, and the warm liquor had taken the cutting edge off her agony. Occasionally she daubed her swollen eyes with a tissue, for there had been no end to the copious flow of tears since she'd walked out of her cottage. "Jill?"
For a moment, Jill thought Tom was speaking to her, that he had come after her and found her here. She looked up, and stared into the eyes of Harry Sommers.
"Go away, Mr. Sommers," she said curtly. "Please go away."
"Jill… Jill, I know how you must feel. I'm sorry."
"So am I. Please go away." She dropped her eyes to her drink.
"I can't, I'm afraid… I… must speak with you."
Without further ado, Harry sat down in a chair across from her. His eyes were contritely downcast, and he held his hands together as though very sad. "I know this sounds terrible, but I want you to forget what happened last night. I want to be friends with you, and believe me, it was the liquor in me that caused all the trouble."
Jill smiled ruefully at the glass in her hands. Liquor. Salvation… or hell? She was beginning to feel the Drambuie, being as upset as she was and having had nothing to eat, and she was having a little problem focusing on Harry.
"My wife and I… well, we're having sort of a get-together to start the week off right, and I want you along. Your husband is already there." You bet he is, thought Harry to himself He should be in there any minute now! In my over sexed wife that is!
"No… I'd rather not."
"Please. It's the only way I can possibly make it up to you, and besides, Gay wants to meet you very much."
"No, thank you."
"At least come up for a minute to make her acquaintance. Then leave. I won't press you further if you'll do that for us."
"Oh, all right," she said a trifle petulantly, "if you insist." Jill didn't want to at all. She didn't want to see any more of Sommers, of her husband – of anybody. Only the bottom of the Drambuie glass. She finished the liquor and licked the rim of the glass. But the only way of getting rid of Sommers was to make the trip, she could see that, and so she rose from the table, a little wobbly, and said: "Let's get this over with. I'm thirsty."
"Whatever you say," Harry said graciously. He got to his feet and took her arm, helping her. She allowed him to lead her for the second time through the maze of tables, across the lobby and outside.
As they moved outside, the bright early morning sun caught Jill by surprise, and she closed her eyes from the glare. When she opened them, she found that she was moving down the small road to her own cottage.
"Hey this is the way to our place," she said in confusion, her speech slurred slightly from the liquor she'd drunk.
"Yes, I know," Harry said quickly. "Our cottage is just beyond yours, remember?"
Blushing from the memory of what had happened the day before, Jill allowed herself to be led along, swaying and occasionally stumbling against Harry's powerful body. Suddenly, Harry stopped, as though he were listening very care fully.
"Did you hear that?" he asked quietly.
Jill looked up, and noticed that they were standing in front of her own cottage. She listened, and then did hear something. Something strange, like two people in an argument.
"Come on, let's go see what's going on," whispered Harry, already leading her up the walk to the cottage.
Dazed and confused by the liquor she'd consumed, Jill allowed herself to be pulled along, and soon found herself in the living room of her cottage. The whole thing was unreal, like a dream, a fantasy she was watching but not taking part in. But the dream was suddenly brought into focus, and the fantasy shattered, by a scream that came through the open door to the bedroom.
"Ohhhhhh fuck meeeeeee! Fuck meeeeee!
"Why… why that sounds like it came from my room!" Jill whispered.
"So it does. I wonder what's going on!"
Jill began to bolt for the bedroom door, but Harry grabbed her arm.
"No!" he cautioned, "We don't know who might be in there, and I think we'd better go carefully." Without waiting for an answer, he guided the pretty wife by her arm to the door. "Shhhhh," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "I'll just ease the door back like this…and.
There, to Jill's completely uncomprehending eyes, was a clear view of her husband and a strange woman on the bed, humping like two mad, naked dogs!
"My God, Jill!" Harry whispered in hushed tones. "That's my wife!"
Again, Jill tried to focus her liquor clouded vision on the salacious spectacle, but she had difficulty. Then all the horror, all the sickening, foul terror and revulsion curdled in her mind, burned her retinas, and made her gasp with total rejection. She stepped back, knowing she must flee from this disgusting carnal abuse which was before her… but Harry caught her and held her in such a way that she was forced to stay. Her eyes bulged wide.
Tom, her husband, making love to another man's wife! Oh God, it couldn't be true. It couldn't! She must be having a hallucination, an impossibly wretched nightmare, for this was impossible! And yet… it was happening! Was Tom some sick, perverted animal deep inside who had to rut and grovel in sex? Yes… yes, that must be true for what else would explain his treatment of her last night and all the other nights?
Harry's rapidly swelling cock had grown from the lewdly exciting sight of his nakedly writhing wife being fucked by his young account executive, and the bulge of his painfully throbbing penis almost touched the sensual swell of Jill's trembling ass cheeks. He moved her closer, guiding her gently, and she took his support as she would have taken a life preserver if drowning. She leaned gratefully against his body, and her warmly soft buttocks rubbed against his lust-hardened shaft making it almost burst with an eagerness to get inside her tight little cunt. He brazenly pressed his hotly pulsing hardness against her smooth round buttocks, knowing that the only thing she was aware of with her Drambuie-dulled brain was the obscene ritual of copulation on the bed in front of her.
Tom grunted like a mating ox as he thrust deeper and deeper into the soft warm flesh of Gay Sommer's wetly upthrust vagina. His huge, sperm-bloated testicles smacked like cymbals crashing against her smoothly flexing ass cheeks, and Gay in turn mewled and sung her wild lyrics of passion as she worked demonically to milk his heatedly thickened cock of his great load of white hot sperm.
Noooooooo! Jill's mind cried out. Please God, make this stop! I'll die ~f I see any more… hear any more! Ohhhh please, I can't stand it! She tried to put voice to her pleas, but she found she'd been struck dumb by shock. But then Harry's smooth, silky voice filled her ears.
"Look at them, Jill, Look at Gay and Tom enjoying themselves, fucking and fucking and fucking..
Shut up! Shut up! Oh my God! Can't you see that I know what they're doing? I must go, I must break free of this man, of this room, of this crazy world! I must! I must!
But still the commands that came from the one section of her brain which had remained rational could not make her move or talk. The orders were short circuited by the degradation she was a part of, and helplessly she stood and watched the flagrant defilement of her husband's marriage vows. And behind her was Harry Sommers, rubbing his hotly burgeoning penis up and down the satiny surface of her light summer dress.
"Look, look, Jill. Watch them make love. Watch them
And unconsciously at first, then with growing realization of what she was doing, Jill DID watch them. Strange emotions pervaded her soul, and a perverse oddness seemed to trickle through her as she watched the lewd performance of her husband and the boss' wife. She stared at Tom's hardened shaft of male flesh, long and glistening, as it sawed in and out of Gay's pink, wetly dilated cunt.
Then slowly, insinuatingly, as a snake slithers upon its victim, Harry took one hand and worked his way across the involuntarily palpitating belly of Jill Parker. Cautiously curving it under her blouse as he had the previous night, Harry slowly and carefully rubbed her chest and sides then moved up to cup one firm, tender breast. He squeezed the succulent flesh gently and could feel the nipples harden under his easy manipulations.
Jill's liquor dazed, shock contorted brain reeled from his familiarity. He's doing it again! My God! His hand is on my breast again! No… I must stop him! I must! He hasn't the right, no matter what sick, lewd sin is being committed before me… But she couldn't stop him, any more than she could run or speak at that moment. Her brain was as if frozen. What had happened to her? Oh God, what was that fluttery feeling in her stomach now that made her feel as if she might throw up? And… and between her legs seemed so hot and wet… as if somehow, some way, she was aroused sexually! No.
"My wife and your husband, Jill. Making each other feel good, just the way you and I could feel good. I want to make love to you, Jill, make love as they are"
Noooooo! She couldn't do such a thing! The very idea appalled her, made her want to run… but she couldn't run! Was she crazy? Perhaps the events she'd witnessed had twisted her mind, because, incomprehensibly, she was not appalled… no longer… she no longer cared about anything!
Involuntarily, Jill squirmed back against Harry's slightly moving loins and moved her chest so that her warmly tingling breasts were more firmly embedded in the cup of his wandering hand. Her breath came in jagged spurts, and her nostrils dilated, and her eyes were locked upon Tom and Gay. She was no longer her own master, but the slave of some alien force. and she felt her will to resist departing on wings of sudden speed.
Harry saw that the time was right. Expertly, he raised her blouse, and obediently, though trembling, Jill raised her arms and the blouse came off to be thrown aside. Her ripe young breasts quivered and her belly rippled, but she didn't lose sight of the couple fucking directly in front of them. Then the brassiere… and her warmly palpitating breasts, trembling like leaves in autumn winds, were free. She moaned, and then Harry was clutching her to him, caressing each firm, proud young mound of warm flesh lavishly with his hands, tweaking the tips to round, rock-hard berries.
"It feels good, doesn't it, Jill? My hands feel good on your breasts
"Yes… yes, they feel good," she responded automatically. She didn't know what was happening to her except that she was too weak to fight this wonderfully new feeling that seemed to be pervading her traitorously interested body. It was awful… terrible… a thing to be loathed… what was happening around her, to her, and by her! Yet she wanted it to continue. Oh, Dear God, she wanted it!
Almost trembling himself with the passion to fuck this frightened female before him, Harry slid the zipper of his pants down, the rasping sound almost inaudible. He looked once to see if the couple on the bed had heard, or more precisely, if Tom Parker had heard what was happening behind him, but a cannon wouldn't have disturbed Tom from the pistoning hot release he was searching for. This was the test, Harry knew… the test as to whether he had been right about Jill Parker's hidden wells of sexual emotion. This was the test.
"Jill… honey, Jill… Let's take your dress down so that we can make love while we watch.
"Yes… " Jill's mind replied before she realized what she had thought. Her fingers plucked at the zipper and gathering the cloth of her panties with the fabric of the dress, she wriggled slightly and slid them down, then stepped out of them… and was bare. BARE! NAKED! NUDE! her mind screamed at her, but she didn't notice. She couldn't, for she was too far gone then on the Drambuie and the sexual arousal and agony to care. She was consumed totally by new and powerful emotions seething in the pit she'd for so long kept a lid on… a lid which had been thrust aside by the shock of seeing Tom, her own husband, locked in a lewd sexual coupling with another woman.
The exposed lush whiteness of her smooth, rounded buttocks were lust provoking to Harry's jaded eyes, as was the glistening wetness of her hair-fringed little cunt which peeked so provocatively from between her legs. "I'm going to make love to you now, Jill," he murmured into her ear. He massaged the warm pliant flesh of her ass cheeks and dipped one outstretched finger into her wetly quivering cuntal valley. "I'm going to take off my pants and fuck you like your husband's fucking my wife."
Nooooo howled the last vestige of her morality, and then came the louder, more sonorous bellow of a new Jill Parker. A voice which over shadowed the old. Yesssss, I want to be loved. Please love me… now!
She heard him remove his clothing in hurried, almost frantic haste, and then he was beside her again with his hotly throbbing penis pressed tightly to the fleshy crevice between her trembling ass cheeks, and she felt it leave a thin trail of wet seminal stickiness as it slid up and down between the gently palpitating moons. She also felt his lust-bloated head and marveled in its size as it heatedly pulsated against her naked backside. With a sudden sense of shame, she tingled with the same terrible feeling of wantonness and need which had brought her to such subjugation as this. She couldn't understand it… and she didn't want to.
"I'm going to do it now, Jill… I'm going to slide my cock in your pussy now… please don't make any noise. Be very quiet… so we can watch them.
Jill sucked in her breath, every fiber trembling with fear and anticipation. She spread her legs wider and bent over slightly at his command, and she sensed her wetly pulsating vagina flower open and secrete more juices than she had ever thought possible. Then he pressed forward, and the first, tentative nudges of his massively thickened cock against the softness of her pubic hair sent shivers racing through her marrow. Then, almost without her being aware of it, his warmly throbbing cock-head had effortlessly slid into her wetly clasping cuntal opening. He added another throbbing inch, and slid yet more into her sensitively elastic hole.
He's inside me, she dazedly thought as the sensations of her desire reduced her to an almost quivering mindlessness. He feels good, just like he said, and not like Tom does when he rapes me… oh yes, he's so big, but so gentle and sooooo nice… yes, this is what I dreamed love making felt like.
And then, as if an admitting to herself that there was goodness and warmness to be found in making love, a certain relaxing of Jill's mind took place. She found that her ability to move had returned, and she moved, slowly and rhythmically back against his huge, wonderfully hard penis with her warmly inviting buttocks. She found her voice again as well, and turning to shine her eyes of passion upon Harry, she said; "Fuck me"
Harry smiled triumphantly as he heard Jill's whispered cry of total surrender, and he immediately levered forward with a victorious thrust. His huge, bloated cock surged like some monstrous dredging machine along the moistly warm tunnel of the young wife's tensed cunt, spreading wide the tender membranous walls as it roared deep up against her womb. The bulbous, lubricated head hammered mercilessly against her cervix, while at the same time his semen-heavy testicles slammed hard up between her dampened and quivering thighs.
Jill suppressed a scream of anguish at Harry's harsh onslaught as her glazed eyes stared at the sight of her husband and Gay Sommers in the other room. Gay's warmly elastic cuntal sheath was molded wetly to Tom's wildly rampaging penis, clasping it almost defensively as Tom withdrew to plunge again into her eagerly receptive cunt from the rear, flexing his hips to drive the great hot poker of flesh into the very core of her being.
Jill hurtled her own tormented buttocks back against Harry's jackknifing penis in an almost reflexive action, but the involuntary movement only served to flower wider her passion-dampened cunt around Harry's lust-thickened cock, and he thrust savagely again. He was fucking into her with long looping thrusts of his loins, seeming to gain impetus from the very bottoms of his toes, reveling in the complete subjugation of this innocent young married woman whom he and his wife had so gleefully plotted to corrupt.
In the whirling confused brain of Jill Parker were hot thoughts of self loathing and self-pity, born of the liquor she'd drunk and of her hapless experiences of the past two days. She hated Harry and Tom and the entire damned stinking, mixed-up world. I'm a harlot, a common gutter whore, she thought piteously. I have sunk to the lowest of all depths with this act I'm now apart of… andl deserve this brutal rape of my body for having proven myself that I'm no better than a slut.
Harder and harder Harry rammed his thick mighty penis deep into her helplessly quivering vagina, and the pain at times was almost too much for Jill to endure. He hammered his hairy loins against her defenselessly upturned ass cheeks… again and again and again… and his huge sperm laden balls cracked like a slap on the face against her softly wet crotch as he fucked his passion-hardened shaft into her tight little cunt with increasing fury.
The pain, the pain… the pain?
And then, as if by some strange act of benevolence, there was no more pain!
It had simply and magically vanished! For the first time in her life she was having painless sex!
For a brief moment, Jill felt nothing at all, though Harry was still burrowing hard and deep into her wetly throbbing cuntal passage with his heatedly immense cock. Then, slowly, little paroxysmic jolts of pleasure filled her belly and soon the little jolts of pleasure filled her belly… and soon the little jolts became bigger ones, became wild and wanton waves of desire that threatened to consume her body in one paramount enveloping wave. Her hips churned in an undulating cadence back against his rock-hard cock with increasing fervor, and little tentative mewls of pleasure escaped her throat. Her head flailed from side to side, and the lewd carnal picture of Tom… her beloved Tom… bucking and fucking into the wildly twisting vagina of Gay Sommers dimmed before her eyes.
Her mind tried desperately, vainly, to dispel the prurient sensations which now controlled her whole physical and mental being; it tried to tell her that what was happening to Gay, was also happening to her… that it was merely a carbon copy of the same filthy perversion, that she was being fucked… yes, that was the word, dog-fashion as Tom was fucking Harry's wife… But it was all useless, for crazily, impossibly, terribly, something strange and heretofore buried deep inside Jill Parker's subconscious mind had stirred and come to life. Something had been awakened, to give forth these new and frightening ripples of passion that were not, in spite of her mind's urgent suggestions, a product of her whorish submittal to her husband's boss.
Gone now, with the flight of pain, was the degradation of the act of which she was partaking – and gone was the shame and the guilt and the fear and the self-pity and self loathing. They were gone, no more to return, and in their place were the surging inferno like fires which this lewd man and his hotly surging penis had branded forever in her hotly responding cunt and in her belly and in her soul. She was aroused, really aroused for the very first time in her life… yes, and she was responding, shamelessly, abandonly responding to a man… a man who wasn't even her husband, whom she cared nothing for, who was triumphantly fucking her while they watched her husband doing the same thing to his wife!
Jill's hips and loins swirled in ever-increasing submission now, attuning themselves to the hard strokes being heaved into her warmly clasping cuntal hole by Harry's gyrating pelvis and battering ram cock. She liked it, it was good, good, soooooo goooood! Harder and harder she ground her eagerly rotating loins back against him, endeavoring to ingest more of his pleasure-giving cock deep into her very core, and then and then he stopped! For no apparent reason, Harry stopped and… Jill… gasping and panting… swiveled her head to look up at him with beseeching eyes that begged him to continue fucking her, to cum inside her and make her cum with him. Harry felt an intense burst of triumph, for he knew that he had snapped the barriers of her ethical and moral upbringing, initiated this young innocent forever into the carnal ways of the flesh, and that his massively throbbing cock embedded deeply in her honey-warm cunt was the battle stave which had earned him his title of vanquisher.
He wanted nothing more in that moment to continue to hammer forward into her tightly sweet young cunt until his sperm churning balls erupted with the great load of his hot seething cum; Christ knew, his testicles ached with the need for release at that moment. But if he did it that way, here in the doorway, the young bitch's husband would become aware of them there (he never could refrain from groaning aloud, when he came, and the way this hot little cunt had put herself into the job of fucking him once her moral shackles had been snapped, he knew that she would probably scream herself silly).
Holding Jill by the waist, Harry gently drew her up so that, although she was still nakedly humped over with his powerfully pulsating penis still planted firmly inside her hotly wet cunt, she was standing as he was. Her face, flushed a brilliant red, dotted with tiny drops of sweat, contorted from the pleasure-pain of his lust-hardened cock inside her tight little cunt, continued to look over her shoulder at him with confused, kitten-like eyes. Slowly, carefully, making sure that his wildly throbbing shaft did not slip from its clasping elastic sheath, Harry quietly closed the door between the two rooms, and then guided the naked young blonde wife away from the doorway and across the room in a hobbling, ludicrous manner. It might have been almost laughable if it had not been for the fact that both were so near cumming, that their muscles were taut and straining with the need for crashing, billowing release. Jill, completely subjugated, her mind awash with her newfound excitement and need, did not even realize except in a dim, peripheral way that she was being led away from the lewd carnal sight of her husband and Gay Sommers' bodies locked nakedly together.
Then, at last, Harry was easing Jill forward, down onto the sofa in the living room. She knelt there on all fours, gratefully, expectantly, her long damp blonde hair fanning out on the spread below and her smoothly rounded young buttocks upraised in a pagan offering to his every whim. Harry, panting from exertion and lust, dug both hands into the tender warmth of the softly yielding ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Then he poised his still inserted cock with the head just inside the warm wet vaginal channel… and finally heaved forward savagely once again to impale the trembling young wife on his rocklike flesh.
"Oooooo ooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, God!" cried Jill, unable to restrain the agonized and yet rapturous moan which burst from her throat. "Oh God, oh God, oooohhhhh God!"
She was his! Harry thought gloatingly. She was goddamned well his. now, and whenever he wanted her again! He knew it, he felt sure of it; things would go according to plan later, when she and her husband Tom confronted one another with their mutual infidelities… as he knew they would. He was seldom wrong about such things.
He drew his lust-heavy penis almost all the way out of her sweet little cunt and then slammed home again with demonical force, drew out, slammed home with increasing tempo. He was near cumming, and he knew she was too. Her fists hammered on the sofa, she made cooing, moaning sound, and her firm resilient breasts danced wildly below her swirling, churning torso. Harry bucked and twisted into her, kneading her tight young buttocks convulsively, wrapping her hotly moistened cuntal flesh tight around his thick pistoning shaft. He was unable to hear his wife and Tom Parker in the other room and gratefully realized that they couldn't hear him either.
Jill's turmoiled mind was half-insane with the new and consuming passions flooding her body, and she buffeted crazily back against the heaving belly of her husband's boss. Strange spiraling sensations were beginning to filter through her now sensations which she knew portended an orgasm – an orgasm! A real orgasm, one that consumed the whole body and mind with bliss and rapture! The kind of climax she had always dreamed of having with her husband, the kind which meant fully and irrevocably that physical love between a man and a woman, a husband and a wife, had achieved its beauteous and ultimate end.
The very thought of it caused her to eagerly grind her warmly tingling buttocks back and match Harry's thrusts with perfectly timed ones of her own in an ever ascending frenzy. She had to cum, she had to achieve that rapturous orgasm Her mind instructed her vocal chords, and the thought found words.
"I want to cum, I want to have an orgasm, I want to have an orgasm, I'm going to cum, going to orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, Orgasssssmmmmmmmmm!"
With those wailing, little-girlish words ringing n his ears, Harry was no longer able to control himself His impending release happened before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into her with a wild maniacal force as his heavily swaying balls slapped hard against her soft moist furrow and the first hot, fiery torrent of cum shot upward through the unseeing eye of his great jerking cock and flooded the helplessly trembling cervix and womb of the groaning young wife.
"Oh Jesus, ohhhhhhhhhh!" he howled, kneading her soft, sensitive ass globes convulsively with his nails, leaving angry red marks in the warmly pliant flesh. Gusher after gusher of his sticky white cum, like an oil well gone berserk, filled her eagerly milking cuntal passage to the brim.
Jill felt the tremendous sensation of the hot spurting semen lashing against her innermost womanhood, and in that single moment of knowledge, her wish was fulfilled… fulfilled as she had hoped it would be. She came! Oh God, yes, she came and came and came!
It was like taking a wild hallucinogenic ride on a merry-go-round, that cumming, for she felt as if she were spinning and spinning and that there were beautiful, lovely colored lights all around and that music was playing… calliope music, happy and gay and wonderful… all around her and inside her head too. Incomprehensible gurgles bubbled ecstatically from her graceful white throat, and coarse bleating sounds came from Harry commingled with them as his cum was commingling with hers… and they came together, came screamingly together.
The impact of that orgasm was so great on the mind and the body of the innocent young woman, that her mind was carried off to another world, and she did not even feel Harry's thick deflated penis pop wetly from her semen-flooded vagina. Nor did she feel him lower his head and plant a possessive and yet thankful kiss on the warm dampness of her warmly twitching vaginal lips. She did not even hear her husband, Tom, scream in a high-pitched voice when he began filling the insatiable cunt of Gay Sommers with his own fiery hot semen in the next room.