Brenda felt Denton's thick steamy cum squirting into her cunt. She shivered as she took it. She'd cum several times, losing count. Her crazy need was satisfied, and she was coming down fast, shame and guilt washing over her.
My God, what was the matter with her? Why couldn't she be faithful to her wonderful new husband? She swore she'd never cheat on Hal again. She'd go home now, and she wouldn't leave.
Denton stood up and pulled up his pants. He was leering at her. "That was a real good fuck, baby," he said. "You're a damned fine lay. You shouldn't waste talent like that. Think again about my offer. You just do a little dancing, then fuck my best customers. It's easy, and you'd get good money."
Brenda got quickly off the couch and put on her clothes. Her face was cold. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I won't be coming back to the club. You can keep that paycheck. This is my last night."
Denton shook his head. "Baby, you are crazy. You're passing up a great chance. Besides, face it – you can't get along with just one man. If you try the housewife route, you'll be climbing the walls in a week. It just ain't gonna work, doll."
Brenda ignored him, hurrying out of the office. She didn't want to hear that kind of talk, because she was terribly afraid it might be true. Maybe she was some kind of nymphomaniac. If she was, though, she'd fight it. She loved Hal, and she would work to be faithful to him. All she wanted was to be a good wife.
She left the skimpy red costume in the dressing room and put on some jeans and a shirt she'd kept there. She'd never need that costume again. As she left the club, Denton was lounging in the doorway of his office. He grinned knowingly at her.
"You'll be back," he said. "You won't be able to stay away."
"Go fuck yourself, you creep," said Brenda.
She stormed out the door and got into her battered old VW Bug. She didn't look back at the gaudy blinking lights of the Red Dragon. She was going home for good, to a new life. Thank God she had a good man to go home to. Sure, she might miss balling other men, but not that much. Hal was worth every sacrifice.
As she drove up to the house, Brenda saw that a light was on in the master bedroom. She grinned. He'd waited up for her, and she was going to give him the fuck of his life as a reward. She felt so guilty about Denton, but that guilt would fuel her love-making with Hal.
As she came in the front door, she heard strange noises. They seemed to be coming from the bedroom – deep masculine moans, and a higher voice, squealing, shrieking. Brenda felt alarmed. What was going on?
She hurried down the hall to the bedroom, and as she ran, the noises became more distinct. She recognized Hal's voice, husky with passion, moaning just as he did when they made love. The other voice, high and girlish and excited, belonged to her daughter Debby.
Brenda began to shake. Those noises were all too familiar. It couldn't be true, though. There must be some other cause. Her hand shook as she quietly pushed the bedroom door open a few inches. She peered inside. She stifled a gasp and went deathly pale.
Hal and Debby were fucking. Her new husband and her little girl were making love. There was no doubting the evidence of her eyes. Debby squatted over Hal, and his thick rosy prick was jerking in and out of her little hairless slit!
Brenda moaned softly and slumped against the door frame. It was no rape, she could see that. Debby was howling with pleasure, her childish face twisted into a grimace of lust. She worked her tiny hips up and down, keeping time with Hal's strokes. She clearly enjoyed his fucking.
Hal's face was flushed and grinning as he swiftly balled his thirteen-year-old stepdaughter. He was having the time of his life, Brenda could tell. He moaned and yelped as he worked his meat in the little girl's tight teenage box.
"Do you like it, honey?" he said breathlessly. "Feel good?"
"Ohhh, yes, Hal," Debby said. "I just love it. Please don't stop. Fucking is the most fun thing in the world."
Brenda stood there speechless, tears running down her face. Her little innocent girl was ruined. Debby was behaving like a whore, wantonly slamming her creaming pussy up and down the thick pole of Hal's cock. Brenda had hoped her daughter wouldn't inherit her deep and constant lust, but it looked as if she had. Like her mother, she loved to fuck, had to have it…
Brenda supposed it had to happen sometime, that sooner or later Debby would get involved with boys. Brenda could handle that. What she couldn't handle was Hal's behavior. That he should cheat on her, that he should seduce her own daughter, that he should take Debby's virginity – it was monstrous.
If he'd done it with anyone else, she might have forgiven him, but this was too much. It was dirty and sick. Fucking his own stepdaughter, cheating on his wife with her own child – Brenda despised him for it. She'd thought he was such a wonderful man. She'd felt so guilty about being unfaithful to him. She'd been a fool.
Her face hardened. She'd be damned if she'd waste any tears on Hal. If he could use her, she could use him. A plan began to form in her mind.
"Ohhh," Debby wailed, "Oh, Hal, I'm cumming… oooooo…"
Brenda watched stonily as her little daughter screamed her pleasure, her small body rocking in a violent orgasm. Debby's tiny pointed tits bounced crazily, and hot juice steamed from her cunt.
"Awww, Christ," Hal moaned, "yeah, yeah!"
His eyes rolled wildly as she shot his cum into Debby's tiny hot nipping cunt.
When it was over, Debby rolled off him and sighed loudly. "Oh, WOW, Hal," she said, "that was great. I wanta do it again and again. I…"
She stopped short, her green eyes widening hugely. She was staring over his shoulder at the door. Hal turned to see what she was looking at, and he went pale.
Brenda was standing there in the doorway watching them.
"Oh, my God," Hal said hoarsely.
He felt about one inch high. He'd never meant to hurt his wife like this, to have her come home and catch him balling their daughter. Brenda must have come home early. Hal struggled for words, but none came.
Finally Brenda walked into the room. Her face was stony, and her voice was cold. "Debby," she said, "go to bed now. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Yes, Mom," Debby said meekly. She jumped off the bed and hurried away to her own room.
Brenda turned to her husband, who was still lying naked and stunned on the bed, his cock shriveled and wet. "Well, Hal?" she said. "Have you anything to say about this?"
He forced himself to speak. "Brenda, there's no excuse at all for what I did," he said. "It's horrible… I can only say that all my life I've had this problem. I mean, I'm attracted to little girls. I tried to fight it, but it won't go away. I swore that at least I'd keep my hands off Debby, but I couldn't even do that. I love you, Brenda, but I can't seem to overcome this problem. I don't know what to do about it."
Brenda listened, feeling a faint sympathy for him, but not enough to overcome her outrage at finding her daughter ruined. If it had been anyone but Debby, things might have been different. She believed Hal when he said he loved her, Brenda, but for the moment at least, she no longer loved him.
"I see," she said when he finished. "Well, Hal, if you can't overcome the problem, there's only two choices. You can have yourself locked up, or you can succumb to temptation. Perhaps it would be better if you just went on following your instincts."
Hal stared at her, puzzled. "You mean go on making it with young girls?" he said. Brenda nodded. "But, Brenda, I can't trust myself around Debby. I'm likely to do it again. And what about you? How could you stand being my wife and knowing what I'm doing?"
Brenda shrugged. She seemed so cool, beyond shock and anger. "I'll take care of myself," she said. "As for Debby, it doesn't matter now. The damage is done. She seems to like making love to you, so there's no problem."
Hal shook his head, not believing things could be solved so easily. He couldn't believe Brenda could be so generous. "I don't understand," he said. "Will you stay with me, not divorce me?"
Brenda's face lit with unholy glee. "Of course I'll stay with you, darling," she said. "I need somebody to pay the bills."
Hal was beginning to catch on. "And when you said you'd take care of yourself," he said, "You meant you'd do whatever you please? Make it with other men?"
"That's right," said Brenda with that strange smile that chilled his blood. "I'll do whatever I please, and you'll pay the bills. That's the price you'll pay for ruining my daughter and for me keeping quiet about it. I could have you arrested, Hal, put in the slams. Think about it, and make your choice."
Hal moaned quietly. He saw it all now. Brenda despised him for what he'd done, but she saw the advantages for herself. She'd never have to work again, never have to lift a finger. She could indulge herself completely. Hal would just have to take it, if he didn't want trouble with the police. Well, it wasn't all bad. It was better than being in jail or the psycho ward, and he'd still have Debby. In fact he'd have two women, mother and daughter, which was not such a bad deal at all.
"All right," he said. "I'll do as you say, Brenda."
Her smile faded. "Good," she said. "That's very wise of you, Hal. Just remember – I do anything I want, and no objections from you."
Hal nodded sadly. He'd have to endure sharing his wife with other men.
"All right," said Brenda, "the first thing I want is for you to make love to me. You'll do it my way. You can start by undressing me."
Hal eagerly leaped to obey. He found he was getting off on this weird reversal of roles, with Brenda ordering him around. It was a relief, in fact. He didn't have to make any decisions. That dark-haired beauty with the ice-cold face would be making all his decisions for him.
Brenda stood beside the bed while he carefully removed her shirt and jeans and bra and panties. He found her more exciting than ever. As he unhooked her bra and her lovely creamy breasts sloped gently into place, he began to feel hot excitement. He reached out to touch the big warm globes, but Brenda stopped him.
"Not yet," she said. "I didn't tell you to touch me."
"Sorry," said Hal.
He cast a wistful longing glance at her superb thrusting tits, then bent to unzip her jeans. He tugged them down carefully, helping her to step out of them. Then she was wearing only a skimpy pair of black lace panties. He rolled them down over her slim curving hips, over the delicious tight little rounds of her ass. He caught a glimpse of her luxuriant dark bush. Again he ached to touch her, but Brenda didn't give the command.
She leaned lightly on him as she stepped out of her panties. Her hand was cool and dry on his shoulder. She seemed completely without emotion. That, too, excited him. He wanted to break through that reserve, drive her wild with his lovemaking, as he'd done in the first days of their marriage.
In a way, Brenda wanted him to do that, too. She was conducting an experiment. She wanted to see if Hal could still turn her on, in spite of her shock and anger and hatred. At present she felt nothing for him, but she wanted to find out how good he really was…
Naked, Brenda climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back. Her huge heavy breasts still thrust straight out, firm and pointed. The tight brown nipples were soft, showing that she wasn't aroused yet.
"All right," she said, "you can touch me."
Hal approached her carefully, planning his strategy. He had to get her excited, prove himself as a lover. It wasn't going to be easy. She was furious at him for what he'd done to Debby, and he didn't blame her. If he could get through to her in spite of that, he might have a chance with her.
He placed his hands gently but firmly on the massive rounds of her gently quivering tits. They overflowed his hands, huge and warm and silky. He began to massage her lovely big boobs, squeezing and pressing and fondling. That got him very excited, but it seemed to have no effect on Brenda. She just lay there looking at him languidly, as if he were only mildly interesting to her.
All right, he'd have to try something else. Usually she got off on having her tits fondled, but not tonight. He'd move on to the surefire techniques, the things that always got her aroused. Gently he parted her legs, drawing them well apart. Her slit was pretty, a narrow scarlet line fringed with feathery dark hair. It was dry, though, not swollen and wet like it usually was for him.
Hal lay belly down between her spread legs and gently pried apart the fat furry lips of her mons. Her tiny clit was flaccid and dry, a small dot of red flesh that appeared completely unaroused. He stuck out his tongue and applied the wet tip to her soft little nub. He began to tickle and lash it in the way she liked best. If this didn't work, he was really in trouble.
A quiver went through her body, and she gave a little sigh. He licked faster…
Brenda lay back with her eyes closed. At least her question was answered – Hal could still arouse her. She couldn't resist it when he licked her clit. Just as with Denton, she hated the man but loved his tongue, loved his cock. She was glad. She intended to go on being married to Hal, so it was good that they could still interest each other in bed.
His expert tongue played deliciously in the folds of her mons lips, lashing around her sensitive clit, flicking and tonguing the tiny red organ. Her belly seemed to melt with pleasure, and she felt her cunt getting hot and moist. Yes, he could still arouse her…
"Yesss," she said, "yes, lick meee…"
Hal gave a sigh of relief. He was getting to her at last. Her low husky voice, the moistening and swelling of her pussy, told him that she was enjoying his flicking tongue. He tickled faster and faster with his wet tongue tip on the hot little bud of her clit, and Brenda moaned. A sudden gush of scalding cream from her cunt wet his face. He grinned.
He planted his mouth on her swelling little clit and began to suck it hard and hungrily.
"Ummm," Brenda said. "Yes… Oh, yes, suck my clit…"
Fiery jolting pleasure rippled through her belly. Hal was doing a superb job. Never had he sucked her so well – but then his marriage and his freedom were at stake. She had a firm guarantee that her husband would always be good in bed.
She wanted to test him, though. She wanted to see if he'd perform well in everything. He'd damned well better, after what he'd done to her daughter…
"Lick my cunt," she said. "Hurry…"
He obeyed instantly. She felt his big rough tongue sliding off her swollen hard clit, down between the plump folds of her pussy, and into the steamy pit of her cunt mouth. He tickled and rimmed there for a few teasing moments, and then she felt his thick wet tongue snaking into her. Pleasure rocked her body.
"Yes," she said hoarsely, "stick your tongue up my cunt… Yes, damn you, do a good job…"
He thrust his tongue into her as far as it would go. He probed and tickled inside her boiling sheath, lapping up her creamy essence. Brenda felt drunk and wild with pleasure. His expert tongue-fucking always did that to her, but tonight he was better than ever. He'd earned his freedom, earned her as his wife, if he just kept up this great performance.
She had to go on testing him, though. His trial wasn't over. It would take an awful lot to makeup for deflowering her little girl. He was going to pay for that all his life.
"Stick your tongue up my ass," she said harshly.
Hal didn't hesitate. The whole scene was turning him on powerfully, and he wanted to do every crazy thing imaginable. The idea of arousing a cold-hearted woman, of proving himself her master in bed – this was making him incredibly horny and daring. When she commanded him to put his tongue in her asshole, he felt his cock go rock-hard.
His hands sweating, he pushed her lovely long legs wider apart, exposing the little light brown wrinkle of her anus. He zeroed in on it, tickling it with his wet tongue tip, then wriggling the tip inside the tight muscular opening. He tasted her pungent juice, then thrust deeper.
"Oooooo," Brenda cried.
She felt his scalding slick tongue slicing up her tight asshole, and she almost came in her excitement. She let her anal muscles relax, allowing his thick tongue to slide up the tight clenched passage.
"All the way," she panted, "Put it in all the way… Lick my asshole, you bastard… YES!"
Hal stretched his tongue up her steamy tight bumhole till he was lodged to the root. Drooling in his horny excitement, he reamed her clean. Brenda squealed and moaned and writhed with intense pleasure. Her cunt cream spurted out in heavy jets to soak his face.
"All right," she panted, "that's enough. Now I want you to ball me – hard and fast. Hurry. Do it NOW."
He jerked his tongue from her nipping bumhole and rose to his knees. He threw her legs up over his shoulders, trapping and exposing her. Aiming his heavy stiff prick at the dripping little mouth of her cunt, he rammed into her as hard as he could. He felt his aching meat encased in fiery slick flesh.
"YES," Brenda wailed, "yes, ball me hard, you motherfucker… Yesss…"
She hadn't made such a bad bargain after all, she thought. It was okay for him to go on fucking Debby. The girl obviously liked it, and it would satisfy Hal's kinky lust for little girls. It was all okay, as long as he continued to ball Brenda this well… If he didn't, she wouldn't be alone for long.