Laura lay with her head cradled on the backseat of the Farrington's powerful white convertible, as it sped through the blistering Friday afternoon heat. As usual, George Farrington was driving at a breakneck pace, and Laura preferred to keep her eyes closed rather than watch his terrifying progress along the crowded four lane highway.
The last few days had been the longest Laura could ever remember. It had almost been as though time had stood still, breathless in anticipation of what was to occur that weekend. Laura hadn't seen George since her humiliating meeting with him in her kitchen, but she had known that he was ever present, just out of sight, the threat of his appearance upsetting her as much or more than his actual presence.
But Friday had finally come, and now, as she rested her eyes from the brilliant sun that glared off the freeway, Laura listened to Bill and Abby chatting, and George occasionally punctuating the conversation with a hearty laugh. As for herself, Laura was content to withdraw from the group, and try to prepare herself mentally for the test she knew was bound to occur within hours. She noticed the car's change of speed as it evidently left the freeway, but kept her eyes closed until she heard Abby's excited exclamation.
"There it is! It's that brown one over there with all the space around it."
Laura opened her eyes, and looked off to the right where Abby was pointing. To her surprise, she discovered that they had already reached the ocean, and were riding along a narrow dune lined road that occasionally afforded glimpses of a long line of rather plush beach homes, all with sun drenched porches that faced out to sea. An amazed whistle escaped her lips.
"Wow! This is really something!" she said appreciatively as she stared at the attractive little brown bungalow that Abby had pointed out.
"Yeah, this is our little hideaway," George said proudly. "We bought up the lots on either side so we could have a little privacy."
"Hell," Bill laughed, "it looks like you own the whole beach. What's that building down by the water?"
"Oh, that's our boat shed," George answered nonchalantly.
"I didn't know you had a boat!"
"Yep. A real honey. I'll show it to you first thing."
George pulled the car around the circular drive in front of the cottage, and stopped next to the front door. As they all piled out of the car, George turned to his guests.
"Come on, let's go take a look at my little ship."
"Oh no you don't," Abby said quickly. "I need somebody to help me carry these groceries and things in. Bill, you're elected!"
"Well… sure," Bill responded hesitantly. "You two go on down to the boat. I can see it another time. We've got the whole weekend."
"Ah, nothing like true sacrifice," George laughed, already taking Laura's arm and beginning to guide her down the steep path to the boat house. "We won't be long. Why don't you guys fix yourselves a drink and we'll join you in awhile."
Laura felt there was something just a little too glib in George's speech, and tried to hold back as they began down the path. But then she saw that her husband was already busy unloading the car, and, deciding that George would never dare to do anything so soon, and with her husband so close by, she followed him down to the boathouse.
George fished through a set of keys before finding the one that fit the padlock on the boathouse door, but then quickly opened it and stepped inside, turning on the lights as he did so. Laura followed him through the doorway, and then gasped in amazement as she saw a beautiful thirty foot sloop displayed in the dim light, its mast extending up and out of a hole in the roof that had been made for that purpose. The boat was white above the waterline, blue below, and had a trunk cabin raised at least a foot and a half above the well kept teak decks. The sails were all furled and ready to go, and the whole boat looked new and vivacious, almost as though it were eager and anxious to set out at that very moment.
"Oh, George, it's beautiful…"
"Yeah. Abby and I just came down and cleaned the whole thing up; you know, scrubbed it down and replaced a few of the older pieces of rigging. She's ready for sea right now. In fact, we may try her out this weekend. Would you like to see below?"
Laura's curiosity and immediate love for the boat outweighed the slight feeling of apprehension that flitted across her brain at her host's invitation, and she followed George onto the boat, waiting while he unlocked the hatch cover and disappeared down the companionway. Then some lights came on in the cabin below, and Laura ventured down the ladder.
The boat, inside, was every bit as luxurious as it was outside. There were places to sleep four, a small galley and head, and surprisingly ample space for a thirty foot boat. Laura was particularly impressed with the interior decorating, which George had told her had been planned by Abby, but which still had a distinctly masculine air to it. She was examining what seemed to be an antique oil lamp when she suddenly felt George's powerful arms close insidiously around her waist.
"No, George! Don't!" she said forcefully, surprising herself a little bit by the force of her response and the way she struggled quickly out of his unwelcome hold. "I don't want to do that."
"But I want to do it, Laura, and I think…"
"I don't care what you want! Or what's happened in the past. It's not going to happen again."
George looked with amusement at his recalcitrant young guest, smiling at her determined, but ultimately futile attempt to put him off. He could see that this little show of temper would have to be nipped in the bud. He moved quietly back and sat on the edge of one of the bunks.
"It's not going to happen again?" he smiled questioningly, his face a picture of attempted understanding. "What's not going to happen again? You mean you're not going to let me take you again? Or you would just prefer it if I didn't take you again?"
Laura stared at him, as if she couldn't make up her mind to plead with him or try to construct a defense against him, which she had little hope would succeed. She decided on the latter.
"I… I mean… that you can't… I won't allow you to…"
Laura stopped abruptly as George stood up suddenly, his face creased by anger. She suddenly felt her will leave her with a sudden rush, making her feel more alone and afraid than she ever had before. She suddenly knew that, try as she might, she was going to have to face him again, here and now, even though her husband was less than a hundred yards away. She knew this as surely as he now stood there, grinning lewdly down into her frightened face. And that realization suddenly made her bolt.
She turned quickly to the ladder and tried to climb up, but immediately felt George's powerful hands on her again, pulling her off the ladder and throwing her viciously across the small cabin. She stared in horror as he turned slowly to her, and then made his way to the opposite side of the cabin, and proceeded to unfold a large double bunk from the wall.
Oh no! Laura thought to herself in desperation. What can I do? It's going to happen again, and I don't want it to… Please God, I don't want it to…
Laura was aware of the tiny tingle that always raced along her spine when her thoughts turned to the act of making love, and of being taken by this powerful man who now stood facing her. But this time she thought, she hoped, that she would not be betrayed by that reflexive arousal that had already proven her downfall before with her lusting neighbor. Laura buried her head in her hands, hoping to blot out the familiar shame and the fear which was again threatening to conquer her being.
"You say you don't want it to happen again, eh Laura?" came George's sneeringly confident voice. "Well, we'll just see about that. We'll put you to a little test."
The desperately anguished young wife looked up, and gasped at what she saw. George was standing in front of her, calmly unzipping the fly of his pants, unbuttoning the top button, and sliding them off his hairy loins with a smoothly hypnotic motion. His jockey shorts bulged obscenely with the growing swell of his aroused cock, and his hand snaked along his hips, in one quick motion lowering his shorts to his knees and allowing his massively jutting shaft to spring out toward Laura with unbelievable force.
The trembling young woman gasped, and yet could not take her eyes off the glistening shaft of male flesh that stared her in the face with its one, monstrous eye. She couldn't even look up at George, but was mesmerized by the rapidly swelling penis in front of her, immobilized by the lurid sensations that were beginning to course through her veins and suddenly threatening to rob her of her sanity.
Oh God, don't let it happen again! Please don't let me be beaten again! But her silent pleas went unheeded, as George slowly and teasingly approached her from across the cabin, his hypnotically pulsating penis swaying backwards and forwards in front of him as he walked, like some kind of cobra, turning her will to jelly as she stared. Her resolve, her defenses, were both swept away almost immediately this time, as though the number of times she had already submitted to this lasciviously plotting man had somehow weakened her defenses – weakened them to the point that the simple sight of his nakedly inviting body was enough to turn her into a willing and obedient slave.
I'm evil… I'm a whore. But I want to touch it. I want to hold and kiss it… and suck it… Oh, God, I've got to.
With an anguished cry, Laura threw herself onto her knees before George's hugely throbbing cock, grasping it wantonly with both hands and rubbing its muscular rock-hard flesh along the smooth whiteness of her cheek. Her mind was suddenly empty now, empty of all her self-recriminations, her self-debasement, her feelings of shame and humiliation. Her whole consciousness was focused with insane completeness upon her grinning host's powerful tower of quivering maleness, and she wasn't even aware of what George was saying as he groaned with pleasure above her. It was as though her mind had suddenly snapped under the pressure.
"That's it baby. That's right. You want it, and you can have it. Just like you did before. That's it. It'll do for a start, and then we'll go on to other games."
Bill Wilson had finished unpacking the car, and now began to make his way down toward the boathouse. He didn't like the idea of his wife and George Farrington down there alone, and had grown even more suspicious when Abby had tried her best to keep him with her up at the house. If he had his way, he wasn't going to let Laura out of his sight the whole weekend.
Coming to the foot of the path, Bill walked slowly to the open door of the boathouse, and then stepped inside. He saw the lights on in the cabin of the sailboat, and crept forward until he stood beside the cabin. If George Farrington thought he could force his wife to submit to any more of his blackmailing advances, he had another thing coming.
Bill heard sounds coming from inside the boat, and knelt down to peer through the open porthole on one side of the trunk cabin, pausing a moment to let his eyes grow accustomed to the dim light inside the shed. Then his face suddenly contracted in anger and disgust as he saw what was happening, and heard the commanding voice of George Farrington cry out: "That's it, Laura, baby! Suck it! Suck it like only you can! OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bill reeled at the obscene commands his neighbor was calling to his wife. His first inclination was to rush into the cabin, and to tear George's writhing cock from his wife's unwilling mouth, but his resolve left him in a flood as he realized that his wife was enjoying it, was not being forced, but was eagerly devouring George Farrington's obscenely swaying shaft between her willingly grasping lips.
This was something he hadn't suspected! Bill had been sickened when Laura had first told him of how George had forced her to submit to his will, and had comforted her when she'd seemed so upset by her experience. But now, all at once, the realization hit him that his wife must have been lying to him, must have been using his love for her to cover her own willing participation in her unfaithfulness. Suddenly, Bill saw his wife painted in the damning colors of the typical adulteress, who had used and deceived him by saying she had been forced to bend to their neighbor's will, when she had in fact enjoyed it… enjoyed it just as she was enjoying it now!
The sight of them naked on the bunk, and George's lust-hardened cock stroking sleekly in and out of Laura's wetly cavernous mouth, was the most salaciously hypnotic depravity Bill could have imagined. At first, he thought he might be in the throes of a lurid nightmare, but then he realized that it was horrible reality! An almost bewitching sense of helplessness and rage overwhelmed him, and he stumbled against the boat for support. But even as his helpless rage began to boil inside him, he felt the unwanted stirring and swelling of his own cock inside his pants at the lascivious spectacle taking place before him. He gaped through the porthole at Laura hunched on all fours between George's spread legs, every inch of the lewdly pulsing cock completely absorbed inside her ovalled lips and wildly sucking mouth, her magnificent breasts juggling and swaying to her pumping motions while George strained his powerful loins upward at her face in perfect rhythm.
She was enjoying it!! This thought bounced back and forth in Bill's stunned brain, wiping out all thought of his wife's previous protestations of innocence. She suddenly became in his shocked mind the perpetrator of this whole horrible hoax, and as such… she had to be punished! His abused and violated trust had to be avenged!
With quiet and cat-like movements, Bill moved onto the boat and to the hatchway, pausing only long enough to stare at the couple below him sprawled salaciously on the bunk inside. Then he moved quickly down the ladder.
"Bill!!" Laura exclaimed, as she saw him. "Oh thank God…"
"Shut up, you fucking bitch," Bill spat mercilessly. "So he made you do it? He made you fuck him, did he? You lying slut!"
"Now Bill, listen…" George began.
"Shut up before I smash your fucking face in, Farrington!" Bill hissed. "I'm talking to you now, bitch. Answer me! And don't try to tell me you aren't enjoying this… this disgusting exhibition!"
"Bill, you don't understand, I…"
"I understand well enough, you cheating slut! I understand you're sucking another man's cock! I understand you could have called out to me if you really hadn't wanted it to happen! I understand that all you've said to me about how George raped you were nothing but Goddamned lies!!"
"Bill…"
"Don't try to worm your way out of it now!!!! I saw you just now, and you can't tell me anybody was forcing you to do anything you didn't want to do. Well, go ahead, don't let me stop you! I'll just watch…"
"Oh God…" Laura moaned piteously.
"No, I'll do better than that," Bill continued relentlessly. "I'll join in. How would you like that, you cheating whore?" Bill did not wait for a reply, but immediately began to strip his clothes from his body, furiously impatient in his haste to hurt this woman who had hurt him, this woman whom he still loved. Bill's mind was irrational, the lurid spectacle of his wife and George Farrington somehow causing him to lose all control over himself and become a raging, illogical animal. Laura was deathly afraid as she stared at his reddened face, frantic at what he might do to her. She had never seen him like this!
She gasped as he quickly lowered his naked body onto the bunk behind her, lewdly fingering the bulbous immensity of his already rage-enflamed cock. Perhaps she deserved it, she thought to herself miserably, because she hadn't resisted George Farrington enough, because she had again fallen prey to the hypnotic spell of his depraved sexuality. Yes, she suddenly cried to herself, Do it, darling! Whatever you have to do to me, do it… do it…!!
Bill stared down at the erotic sight of his wife's enticingly naked cunt, and within him, a conglomeration of rage and lust commanded as he hungrily drank in the warm voluptuousness of her young body bent lewdly before him. Without pausing to consider what he was doing, the enraged husband plunged his middle finger into his wife's moist cunt and watched her hips and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. He smeared the damply viscid moisture from her flowing vagina over the tightly crinkled aperture of her rectum, then wet the head of his pulsing cock between her open vaginal lips, and finally nuzzled his burgeoning maleness tightly up against her constricted anus.
Laura felt his hands clutching at her hips harshly, holding her vise-like, his pelvis thrusting his vengeful cock forward in an unbelievably agonizing stretching of her defenseless anus! Her breath caught in her throat as the vicious spasm of pain became so unbearable that she strained and waggled her buttocks desperately to get free of it.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhh! D-Dear God! Stop it, Bill! Please!!" she wailed, jerking her head upright away from George's throbbing shaft of flesh and twisting to look back in pain at her husband.
Bill laughed mirthlessly and Laura felt his strong fingers gouging into the tender white flesh of her hips, continuing to hold her in the same obscenely subjugated position. Her every move only seemed to help to drive the thick rod of solid flesh deeper and deeper into her cringing anal passage. She gasped as George took her head between his hands and forced it down once again over the neglected tip of his achingly aroused cock.
"Oh… oh God!" the young wife moaned as she closed her mouth mechanically over George's blood-engorged penis, unfathomable sensations of love, pain and lust racing insanely through her… until suddenly she heard herself gasping back at Bill. "Do it! Go on… do it! Do everything… everything you want to me! I deserve to be treated like the bitch that I am…!"
Bill had no intentions of stopping, nothing could have kept him from the debasing act he was about to commit on his errant wife. Damn, if any woman ever deserved chastisement that she could understand, she did… and he could think of nothing more degrading or humiliating than sodomizing her, something he had never before done in his life. He stared down at his trembling wife's obscenely bent body with insane rage, and the sight of his thick cock protruding from her widely stretched asshole fired his lust in a suddenly unexplainable burst of licentious desire.
Laura hunched bravely back as she felt her angry husband press forward once again. She felt the excruciating torment of his erectly throbbing cock surging into her there, pushing the rubbery resisting flesh before it until finally, with one lust buttock-flattening lunge, he ground his punishing shaft of flesh all the way up inside the warmly constricting depths of her wide-stretched rectum.
"Oh God!" she moaned! She deserved everything Bill was giving her for all that she had done to him… but she would be good to him… and she would gladly endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation he would inflict upon her to prove her love for him.
George lay groaning under Laura's continually sucking lips, gone now with the ecstasy she was passing to him through her gasping mouth. The sight of Bill fucking his own wife in the anus while she sucked the life out of him raised George to unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes closed, feeling every pulsing throb of his quickly approaching climax.
Laura rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving her voluptuous ass cheeks back at her husband lasciviously, knowing that there was nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly subject herself to for him – that mere realization causing a masochistic excitement to flood over her ravaged loins. Even though there was still some pain from his large cock skewering into her defenseless rectum, it had suddenly become strangely pleasurable too, and she found herself beginning to buck and writhe back to meet the lewd impalement as he plunged mercilessly forward into her.
Bill couldn't restrain the grunts of lewd pleasure gurgling from his tightly drawn-back lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful woman whom he loved with all of his heart! Damn, she'd know the meaning of chastisement when he was finished with her! He felt with lust-incited sensation the warmly soft flesh of her flattened buttocks pressing tightly against his churning loins. He rammed forward into her clutching nether passage and slid his hand down beneath them to her vagina, moist and hot now with her own excitement, the viscid dampness lightly coating the glistening cuntal lips and seeping into the curls of her silken pubic hair. He grunted, drawing his erectly spasming penis out slightly, watching with hesitant breath the tender ridges of her reddened anal flesh pulling out around it. His breathing came faster, until with a gasp of increased lust, he began to saw sadistically into and out of her warmly clasping asshole.
Suddenly, George moaned and strained beneath Laura, and before she realized what was happening, her mouth was filled with an undamming of his burning cum, gushing down her anxiously swallowing throat in surprising quantity. She fought for breath and gulped in desperation as the milky white fluid ejaculated wildly from his potent cock and plunged all the way up to her contracting throat. And then, as suddenly as it had erupted in her mouth, the spurting penis began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it slipping from between her feverishly sucking lips… until finally, she trailed her pink tongue over her moistly sperm-coated lips, snatching at the last remaining drops of his delicious semen that had trickled there. George sighed with satiated pleasure and then watched as Bill began a greater assault back against his wife's heaving buttocks, and she screwed back against his driving cock wantonly, tiny pleading mewls of passion beginning to tumble from her lips.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she moaned gaspingly, her face resting on George's belly, while her own husband's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her lush white ass cheeks.
"Oooohhhhh, my God… I-It's beautiful…! I never realized… Oh, Bill… rape it! It's yours! Make me know that you love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard…!" She wanted him to cum… to shoot his hot load of sperm deep into her belly, to split her open and drown her in his sticky warm semen's loveliness.
I'm going to cum in her ass, Bill thought insanely. He felt her reach back between her widespread thighs to graze and caress his frantically churning balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands. Her face was turned so that she could see the effect his sodomizing cock was having on her, and he watched her lips open and close in all consuming torment of pleasurable rapture spiraling through her soft vibrant body. He felt her clench her buttocks tightly, as if to imprison and secure his driving penis inside her, the sensation spurring him to increase his own hammering pace.
"Ooohhhh! OOooooohhhhhh…! Unnnnhhhh… yes… yes…! I'm… going to cum! Fuck it hard… hard…! I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"
Laura had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with a man… nor such carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that moment, with her body quivering and convulsing wildly in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone… utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wild exploding sensations of enchantment in her belly and loins.
"Oooohhhhh… aaaaahhhh," she moaned in overwhelming rushing release, her senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly, then, she heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity, gasping behind her and thrusting into her so hard she thought he had reached her throat, and inadvertently she moaned with the slight new twinge of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot swirling sperm flooded deep into her rectum, filling her contracting passage nearly to the bursting point.
She heard him gasp again and again… until at last he grunted one final moan of release… and she sensed him failing back away, slowly pulling out of her, collapsing on the bunk inside the now suddenly quiet cabin.
George was the first to move. He extricated himself deftly from the tangle of arms and legs on the bunk, and got to his feet, immediately moving to his clothes and getting dressed. He looked silently at the two people on the bunk before him, and then said quietly: "Very interesting. I think you two hold promise. Get dressed and come up to the cottage. I'll have some drinks ready, and we'll talk."
And with that he was gone, leaving Bill and Laura to themselves, embarrassed and self-conscious in the aftermath of their irrational passions.
"Bill… darling… I'm sorry…"
Without a word, Bill got up from the bunk, moved across the cabin, and sat again on the settee with his head between his hands. It was a long time before he spoke.
"No… no, don't say that, Laura. It's… I'm the one who should apologize… I… Oh Christ, what came over me?" he asked, with despair in his voice.
"Don't worry, Bill, please… don't worry."
Bill looked up into the forgiving eyes of his wife, and could hardly bear to see the love and understanding he knew he would find there.
"I'll make it up to you, Laura. I swear I will…"
"I know you will, darling," Laura said with infinite tenderness, "and I'll make it up to you. And don't worry, we'll find a way out of this… as long as we love each other, we'll survive anything anyone can throw between us…" But even as she said this, even as she hoped it was true, Laura wondered fearfully just what would be the next humiliation the Farrington's could think up to throw their way.