The headlights of the passing cars glared into Laura's half-closed eyes as the white convertible sped along the divided freeway. Not a word had been spoken since they had left the nightclub, and Laura was grateful for George Farrington's silence. Her confused brain whirled with shame and embarrassment as she recalled her lewdly uninhibited behavior on the dance floor, and she thought guiltily that everything that had happened had been her fault. How could she have been so wanton, so uncontrollably obscene? She knew that the answer must lie in the fact that her sexual needs had been so long unfulfilled, but that was no excuse for the spectacle she had made of herself.
She didn't blame her next door neighbor one bit for having responded to what she considered her brazen overtures while they danced, and she knew that, in losing control of herself, whether because of the liquor, or the atmosphere of the nightclub, she had perhaps ruined their friendship. Little did she realize, of course, that her fatal weakening had been planned for, and exploited by, the man sitting next to her in the car – the man she assumed was her friend.
Deep in self accusation, Laura failed to notice the bright lights of the exit turnoff. George had driven off the freeway far from either of their homes and he seemed to know exactly where he was going. The intoxicated young girl, far on the other side of the car, paid no attention to him, but he didn't care at the moment. He knew the liquor and sex potion he'd given her were still powerful enough to turn her on again if he played his cards carefully. He smiled to himself as he realized that his plan was working perfectly and that her seduction was assured.
Laura watched the lights of the city grow smaller as they drove up Mountain View Drive. Her senses were still fogged, and each impression that she received through her eyes was a singular and momentary one, giving her only time enough to analyze each light, each sense separately. Her mind slowly calmed as she watched the beautiful city unfold below her, spreading for miles in lines of brilliant lights, illuminating every block of the huge valley. She felt completely alone until the car pulled into a secluded parking spot at the topmost viewpoint of the drive.
"I thought you'd like the view," George said matter-of-factly, as he got out of the car. He walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from the interior of the automobile. "It's too beautiful a place to pass without stopping on a clear night like this. Besides, it should clear both our heads a little," he said, with a reassuring laugh.
Laura said nothing as she followed him toward the edge of the cliff. She looked silently, awed by the creations of electrical engineers that had illuminated the city with bulbs of every size, shape and color, giving it an almost supernatural glow. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to her that George should put his arms around her petite waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the spectacle below. That meant they still were friends, she thought drunkenly, and she felt strangely at home in his arms. For a moment the guilt returned, but was swept away in an instant as George slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness of her quivering breasts. At first Laura jumped at his electric touch, but then the drugs she'd consumed stilled her conscience, and she gave herself over to the comforting, relaxing sensations his hands were giving her.
George smiled as he felt all resistance flow out of his helpless victim. He could feel the taut nipples of her voluptuous breasts pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of the light dress. The cool air and events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been dancing at the discotheque, and his expert ministrations urged them on. Laura's head lolled back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her softly resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwining their fingers.
"Ooooooh, George," she murmured softly, her aroused body shifting with the movements of his hands. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the hands manipulating her tingling flesh into the white-hot heat of desire.
Cupping her hands over his, she started to turn, but George took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length, and looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong… nothing… The rock-hard bulge in George's trousers twitched lewdly against her smoothly flat belly, and she felt the dampness between her legs renewed as her thoughts suddenly envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her love-starved cunt. There was no turning back now. It had been too long… much too long. And almost eagerly she let George draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.
Her lips pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat, and the drug she had unwittingly consumed made his touch seem Godlike. She was a Grecian princess standing on a hill above ancient Athens, about to be taken for the first time by a ghost-like creature who had come to her in a dream. A strange, erotic dream that knew no right or wrong, only passion and an all consuming desire that mattered above all else…
They stood motionless as George pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready but she surprised him by how ready she was.
"Oh, please," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Let's make love, George."
Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the fears that plagued her insecure life. She was afraid of being alone, afraid of being unloved, and her words surprised her as much as they did George; but she did not try to take them back. She had said them, and she somehow, through the honesty of her alcohol and drug-dimmed mind, knew she wanted him. The drug had taken complete control of her mind and body and nothing else in the world mattered.
George laughed triumphantly to himself, and led his young neighbor trance-like, to the open car door. He didn't release his hold on her, his one hand fondled her rock-hard nipples as the other hand reached for a lever on the back of one seat, releasing a catch that held it upright.
Laura felt her conscience shouting at her as she watched the seat descend to a reclining position, but she ignored it, and bent robot-like to enter the car. She released the other catch herself and rolled onto her back on the driver's seat as it fell gently back. She lay back trembling on the car seat, her legs slightly parted and waiting to be taken. And, in spite of her desire, she was slightly afraid: it was all new to her and for all practical purposes she felt like a virgin. No man had ever touched her except her husband, but now he seemed like only a dream. Everything was so unreal. She couldn't stop her brain from whirling around crazily, and each movement of arms and legs and bodies as the couple came together in a fiery embrace was slow motion, preplanned, unhindered by inhibition.
Laura felt her neighbor's legs tangle in hers, pressing hard against her velvety thighs as his moist tongue pursued a course under her throat and down her bare chest to the voluptuous valley between her youthfully firm breasts, and she reveled in his touch. No man had touched her for a month. No lips had tried to caress her breasts as these were doing. She felt him slip the straps of her dress over her snow-white shoulders and pull the top lower until suddenly her quiveringly erect nipples were free in the air, free to be touched and tantalized.
"Ooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The young wife spread her ivory thighs farther apart so that she could feel the fullness of his strong body pressing heavily against the wetness between her legs. She felt him grasp her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbingly erect penis, and she voluntarily stroked the incredibly massive muscle that was trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed softly at first, then harder, hearing George groan in appreciation. For a moment she stopped as he half rose and stripped her dress from her body.
George halted long enough to look down in the dim moonlight at the sleekly sensuous curves of the woman who lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the shadowy triangle of soft pubic hair beneath the white silk bikini panties she wore, and he tugged at them until she lifted her hips to ease their removal.
While he hurriedly undressed himself, Laura lay hypnotically back, watching, waiting as his straining cock sprang free from his shorts. It was as large as any she had imagined – even when she had been stroking it she had not thought it would be as large as this. Bill was nothing compared to the giant of a man that kneeled on the car seat beside her now, and a shiver of lewd anticipation rippled through the young woman again as she thought of his erect cock's pleasure-giving thickness grinding around deep up inside her warm moist belly.
For a long moment Laura's aroused neighbor knelt above her trembling form, his breath coming in quick and excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, ravaging the softness of her naked flesh with passionate kisses, his massive cock pressed hard against the outside of her squirming thigh, its heated length searing into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to change his position, but he was the leader. He ran his hand quickly down her sides and across the soft silken mound at the base of her helpless belly. She could feel the fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her silken pubic hair, and then, finding the smooth fleshy slit between her legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her already swollen clitoris.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped. It had been so long, so long, and now, now she was going to be taken by another man, by one of her husband's best friends! Forcing all thoughts of guilt from her mind, she lifted her hips to meet his lewdly insinuating finger and increase the pressure against her neglected womanhood.
"Put it in," she begged. "Please put it in."
George responded by swiftly slipping his middle finger into her hungrily open vagina, and pushing deeply, expertly.
"Oooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around up inside her warmly seeping passage in large circles, caressing the softly fleshy walls of her burning cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before.
"Ooooooh, God, George," she groaned through her tightly pressed lips. Then he slipped another finger into the open passage.
"How do you like that?" he asked gently, knowing he was driving the helpless girl out of her mind.
"Oh, yes, please, more," she sighed, sucking in her breath from the excruciating pleasure he was bringing her.
George moved his fingers back and forth inside her, like a small child walking with his fingers. Laura closed her eyes and pumped her aching loins upward again and again. Her vaginal opening had tightened from so little use, but now it seemed to flower open farther and farther as his obscenely probing fingers excited her to greater and greater heights, vanquishing all the ugly frustration of the last few months.
"Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take me now, George, please! I can't stand it any more!"
"Yes, now!" the burly man hissed, then guided his massive cock up between her widespread legs and against the tightly pleading opening of her desire-inflamed cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the softly hair-lined lips and feeling the enticingly tender flesh beneath him open wider. "Ooooooh, ooooooh!" Laura cried as she felt the bulbous head slip wetly inside her sex-starved vagina, worming slowly into her yearning passage and filling her with all the hardened male flesh she could stand. Her lust-incited senses completely controlled her as her husband's friend thrust his pulsating cock deeper and deeper up into her spastically heaving belly. "Oh, more, more!" she cried aloud, kicking her legs open wider around his pistoning body to take him as deep as she could up between them.
George was surprised at her fury, and her lust-abandoned moans excited him further. He stopped for a moment, his great shaft of blood-engorged flesh sunk inside her to the hilt, his sperm-filled balls brushing lightly against the softly rounded moons of her smooth buttocks. He watched as she thrashed her head from side to side, her mouth open, tears of wild, erotic pleasure in her eyes.
"Please, George, please, give it to me!!"
And the lust-swollen muscle inside her began to stroke slowly in and out between her helplessly dangling legs, a few inches only at first: out for an inch or two, then slipping wetly back inside again as George took control of himself. He wanted this to last; he wanted Bill Wilson's wife to remember this for the rest of her life!
Laura groaned as she felt the maddening movement caressing the moistened walls of her fully dilated cunt. She lifted her trembling knees higher and braced the bottom of her feet against the convertible roof of the car. Her tensed buttocks strained up off the seat, her hungrily throbbing vagina reaching violently up for George's white-hot rod of flesh as it began to increase its maddening pitch. In perfect control, George guided his massively straining cock with merciless precision, lengthening each stroke a fraction of an inch more with each grinding thrust. Bill's wife groaned beneath him and settled into the rhythm, meeting his driving pelvis with her own moistly contracting cunt, tormented beyond her wildest dreams.
Her insides felt as though they were about to burst. With each stroke the brilliant strobe-like flashes in her mind intensified. She thrust upward, harder and harder, trying to fill herself completely with his licentiously pulsing hardness. Never had such a great cock filled her, never had she known such excitement. The aphrodisiac George had given her intensified every feeling until she thought she would go insane.
Laura dug her nails into his hard-driving buttocks and her lover's hands grasped at her soft flesh, nearly pulling it from her. The pain of his strong grip heightened her torturous pleasure, and every inch of her body caught on fire with dancing electric shocks snaking their way at the speed of light through her helplessly writhing young body, throwing her into a nether world beyond the reality of the world outside, concentrating her entire being on the unbelievable sensations the man above her was giving her.
Her buttocks began to tighten orgasmically, the muscles grasping at the monstrous cock driving into her and flexing desperately around it. Her tiny anus puckered inward again and again, and she tried to hold back for a moment longer, making the seconds last. Even in her wild, untamed fury everything was slow motion… each second seemed like a minute… the muscles in her cock-filled belly were responding to the call of her clasping buttocks and tingling anus… she was almost there… almost…
A great wave welled up inside her and the first convulsion started lazily, far down in the hidden depths of her quivering belly, and rolled downward like the sea with increasing power until it hit the bottom of her grinding pelvis at her cuntal opening, crashing against her just as George's pelvic bone crushed into her. The next came faster, snapping like a whip.
"Aaarrrrrggghhhh! Now! God, I'm cumming now, oh, oh, I'm cummmmmmiiiinnnng! Aarrgghh!!" she moaned out adulterously into the night air.
The twisting young woman jerked up again as her entire being seemed to snap – again and again the violent waves of her orgasm crashed through her and she rebounded with them, jerking upward again and again. Her orgasmic juices filled her desperately sucking vaginal passage, lubricating it more and more, until the warm liquid sensation was too much for George to bear. Unable to prolong the delicious sensation, he rose up, throwing his head in circles from side to side.
"Aaaarrrrrggghhhh!" he roared, like an animal about to attack, and the pressure in his heavily swinging balls burst as his white-hot cum erupted from his straining testicles and spurted from his cock-head deep up into her desperately flowering cunt.
Laura was still cumming when she felt his semen hotly filling her naked belly, adding more fuel to the already unbearable fires of her lust.
"Oh. OOoooh, God, oooooh!" she cried out and her head rolled helplessly from side to side on the squeaking car seat as George fell on top of her completely spent, crushing her with his weight. Her eyes were closed, but her attention was still focused on the furnace within her, still smoldering in the aftermath of her spent passions. Her legs dropped limply to her sides as she felt George's cock soften inside her, and then slip from her wetly satiated cunt with a satisfying plop.
She lay still for awhile, trying to force her mind to stay on the present, on the pleasure she had just experienced, on George's heavy breathing as he still lay on top of her. But, the violence of her orgasm had loosened the hold the liquor and drugs she'd taken had gained on her, and she became aware of the persistent gnawing that was budding up inside her: the gnawing of her repressed conscience. Laura's dazed mind began slowly, painfully, to focus on the events of the evening, from her husband's departure to Dallas, through all the drinking, the dancing, and now… this final act of obscene infidelity with her husband's friend. She tried to channel her mind back to the beautiful sensations that had filled her only minutes before, but it was impossible.
Oh God, she thought guiltily, what have I done? What am I going to do? I… I must have been crazy to do this… I must have been insane! Tears began to well up in her clouded eyes as she began to recognize the seriousness of her unfaithfulness. Bill was in Dallas, working for her and their life together, facing the possibility that his past might be discovered, spelling the end of their lives in Oak Park. And she, debased and despicable as she was, was giving herself to another man in a parked car like some… some nymphomaniac school girl!
"We'd better go, what do you say?" George said as he lifted himself finally from between her sperm-covered thighs. She nodded, but didn't say anything. He handed her the white bikini panties that were still moist with the first secretions of her earlier excitement, and they both got dressed.
Tears filled Laura's eyes as she tried to think what to say to her next door neighbor. She didn't want to hurt him; he was so gentle and understanding, and it wasn't his fault that she'd been unfaithful to her husband. It was no one's fault but her own. She had to say that she was sorry, but she had to say it in such a way so as not to lose his friendship.
Neither said anything as they drove toward the Wilson's home. Laura decided that George was probably thinking exactly what she was thinking, that it was a mistake, something that would not have happened if they had not been drunk. He would understand, of course he would. After all, he had understood everything else when they had talked before. But, she vowed to herself, it also was something that would never ever happen again as long as she lived!
She stared silently out the window as the convertible sped toward Oak Park. George Farrington sat beside her, smiling.