"Art!" Tim's startled bride exclaimed in alarm, hastily covering herself with her scanty nightie, "What are you doing here!"
"Thought you might be sorta' lonesome, baby," he replied with a sneer, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him." I saw the light on up here and thought you might have some use for a big fat prick in that tight cunt of yours."
"How dare you speak to me that way!" the shocked young wife cried out. "Get out of here or I'll call the police!"
The young intruder's only reply was to smile cruelly at her, his thick sensual lips drawn back over his white teeth like a lustful barbarian. The young wife shook with fright as she realized that her trust in the young man was obviously a terrible mistake. The pleasant, easy charm he had projected earlier that day was gone now, and in its place was a leering obscene animal, standing just inside the bedroom with his hard stiff penis jerking lewdly toward the young wife's defenseless body like a striking snake.
"I… I don't understand Art," Susan stammered nervously, "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"
"No, ain't had a drop of liquor all day. Though I see you been tipplin' a bit," he remarked, eyeing the empty wine glass on the nightstand and the half-full bottle beside it. "Ain't good for a woman to drink alone, that. 'Specially if she's horny. Ain't no need for you to stuff them fingers up your pussy when I got this big cock of mine all rarin' to go. I mean, just look at the way it's jerkin' around. It can't wait to slide up inside you."
The young wife felt icy chills shiver through her flimsily clad body as he spoke.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded, her voice trembling with hysteria.
"Crazy? Am I crazy?" The handsome youth's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he began to walk slowly, menacingly toward the wide bed where Susan sat cowering against the pillows. "They said I was crazy… but they're wrong… I ain't crazy… it's them that's crazy… the world's crazy… you don't think I'm crazy, Susan, do you? Do you?"
He leaned in toward her, his face contorted in a hideous mask of anger, and Susan instinctively backed away, her hands clutching at the sheer black lace of her nightie, her eyes wide in uncomprehending terror.
"No… no," she replied weakly.
"That's good, baby, that's good." Standing at the edge of the bed, his cock still stiff as a log and jutting straight out from the front of his unzipped jeans, he reached down into his boot and withdrew an object that he held hidden in the palm of his hand. Then the young drifter suddenly pressed a button on the object and Susan saw a gleaming knife blade snap into view with a sharp click. He had a switchblade knife! She gasped in terror, paralyzed with fear. "Anybody says I'm crazy reckons with this little sweetheart! Get the picture, baby? And if you scream, or try to phone the cops, or try anything funny, you're gonna regret it. 'Cause I'll carve up that pretty face of yours so you'll look like a Halloween pumpkin!"
Susan closed her eyes, while an abysmal sensation of cold horror shook her body like a strong wind buffeting a young oak tree. She was trapped, held captive by a strange young man who she felt sure was mentally unbalanced! She was at his mercy, and if she didn't do what he said… a freezing blast of fear tore through her as she opened her eyes again and saw Art slowly turning the glittering blade of his knife over and over, as if tormenting her with his power.
"What do you want with me?" she said finally, in a small shaky voice.
"Just some fun… a weekend of fun for a poor boy from the South. I ain't never had the advantages you have. I ain't never lived in a fancy house like this and had everything I wanted on a silver platter." He glanced with contempt at the comfortably furnished bedroom. "All this bullshit furniture and crap you got all over the house. While I've had to struggle for every dime… stealing, beggin', grabbin' it wherever I could like a gutter rat. It's time I had a vacation, don't you think, baby? It's time I had some real nice fun… and we're gonna have fun together, you and me… so just relax… I won't hurt you… that is as long as you do exactly as I say. Exactly. Understand? Understand?"
"Y… yes… yes… I understand."
"That's just fine, baby," he said calmly, replacing the knife in his boot. "Now let's start in right now. And remember, I'm the boss here… the master… just like on the old plantations before you goddamn Yankees fucked it all up. And you're my slave. My obedient slave. You got me?"
"Y…yes…"
"Now you're doin' real good, Susan… real good."
Slowly he began to undress before her, slipping the T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, then pulling his tight jeans down over his lean hard hips. The imprisoned young wife realized that he wore no underwear as his hugely throbbing cock and balls were at once totally revealed to her gaze. His enormous penis was much larger than Tim's, and his testicles, swaying lewdly beneath his thickly distended shaft of male hardness, seemed to be the size of tennis balls. Within a few moments her youthful tormentor had slipped off his boots and jeans and stood near the bed, naked, his well-muscled body gleaming menacingly in the soft light of the bedroom.
The horrified young wife became conscious that the radio was still playing, now blaring out harsh noisy rock music. She winced in shame, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of her situation, cursing herself inwardly for being so foolish as to trust the young man, wishing her husband would come home. And now the rock music, hard and mean, grated on her ears as if to taunt her further.
"What's the matter, baby? Don't like good ol' rock and roll? Too nasty for the little princess? Ah, you fuckin' uptight chicks are all alike. Too refined for real life, aren't you? You like everything nice and clean, so it don't smell. Don't you? Well, baby, that's bullshit, and old Art here is gonna introduce you to the other side of things!" He sauntered over to the radio, arrogantly displaying his well-sculpted body to her terrified gaze, and turned the music up full, so that the raucous beat of the drums pounded deafeningly through the room. Then he turned to her, one hand gripping the mammoth girth of his cock, and smiled again, like a beast of prey about to devour its entrapped victim.
"Now baby, I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight."
The young housewife instinctively clutched the lacy garment tighter to her body, gulping back tears of humiliation and anxiety.
"Please," she murmured softly, "don't do this. I'll give you anything… do you want money? I'll give you whatever I have…"
"No, baby, I don't need money right now. I need some hot pussy wrapped around my prick. And yours'll do fine. And you want it too, don't you? You want my fat prick in your cunt, don't you?"
Susan closed her eyes tight shut and turned away from him.
"Don't turn away, baby, I want to hear you say it. I know you want me to fuck you, and I gotta hear you say it! Now!"
The terrified young wife felt the hot tears burning her tightly clenched eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this kind of cruel trick of fate? It was unthinkable that something like this should happen to her… in her own house!
"Didn't you hear me, bitch? I said say it! Say you want me to fuck you!"
"Art… I… I can't…"
"You can and you will, baby. Or else you're gonna feel my knife on your neck. Now say it… cause underneath that prissy little surface I know you want it. Now say it!"
The young wife knew she had no choice but to do as he said. A great wall of repulsion and horror crashed down on her, and her body shook helplessly on the bed as she struggled tearfully to obey him.
"I… I want you to… fu… fu… fuck me… I want you to fuck me…"
"Come on, you can do better than that. Say it like you mean it, bitch."
"I… I want you to fuck me!" Suddenly the words came tearing loose from her throat, "I want you to fuck me!"
"Not bad, bitch. Not bad." Art walked slowly toward the bed. "Now take off that lace shit you're wearing and let me see your body all naked."
Slowly, her hands trembling with fear, Susan removed her sheer nightie and placed it carefully next to her on the bed.
"Good," the young tormentor replied, growing rapidly more excited as she meekly obeyed his commands. "Now stretch out that body of yours on the bed and spread your legs apart so I can see your pussy real good." The young wife extended her quivering limbs and spread them slightly, easing her body back on the mattress until she was lying prone, waiting in fear for what he would do next. "Wider, bitch," he snarled, and suddenly he grabbed both her ankles and splayed her legs as far as they would go.
"Ooohhh!" Susan cried, for his cruel gesture had hurt her, stretching her leg muscles to the point of strain.
"Stop whining, or I'll punch you good and hard in the face," he bellowed. He stood now at the foot of the bed, staring lasciviously into the fully exposed slit of her pink moist pussy, still pulsing from her recent self-gratification. His lean young body shook with excitement to see the vulnerable young girl spread-eagled obscenely before him and, with a deep growl of lust, he clambered up on the bed and thrust his full length roughly on top of Susan's trembling form. His face was just above her own, a twisted contorted mask of hideous cruelty. The young wife cringed, desperately trying to push her body down against the mattress in a ludicrous attempt to get away from him. But she knew it was hopeless. She was his slave – his abject, humiliated slave.
Towering above her like a crazed animal, Art licked his lips in anticipation. She was his now, completely his to use as he wished, and he gloated in sadistic delight, his mind swarming with obscene fantasies of what he could subject the quavering young girl to over the next day or two. He would have to be careful, of course, to keep her under control and away from the phone, and he had to watch out for the husband's return. But he was an old hand at games like this, and knew his instincts would keep him safe and sound for a long orgiastic weekend.
Growling hoarsely, he fell forward, his weight crushing her fully rounded breasts against the young wife's chest. He thrust his hips downward at the same time, deftly ramming his rigid bloated cock against the wetly resilient flesh of Susan's vulnerable pussy-slit. He reached down and, with one firm move, positioned his lurching cock at the already stretched entrance to her vagina. Then, with a second thrust of his hips, he drove its rigid thickness deep into her moist throbbing cunt like a raging bull, pushing the hot soft flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping the rudely impaling cock until, with a loud slap, his balls smacked against the obstruction of her tensed and trembling thighs.
"Ooohhhh Goooddd!" she cried out beneath him, stunned and mortified to be taken so quickly, to have his relentless cock-shaft tearing with no preparation into her cringing vagina, spearing her without mercy. His huge penis lay burrowed deep in her belly, filling every part of her violated cuntal sheath. She was so moist from her feverish finger-fucking only minutes earlier that she was helpless to resist the lewd intrusion. It was as if her vagina welcomed his obscene girth, craved it, despite her horror and indignation. She was being betrayed by her own body now, unable to control her physical reactions at all.
Art lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his eager lips down over her tightened mouth as he began a slow rocking motion between her fearfully shuddering thighs. The already heated cuntal passage widened greedily with each smooth skewering stroke as Susan gritted her teeth, her loins burning with the pain of the harsh impalement.
She cursed herself for trusting the stranger so readily but there was nothing she could do about it now. Why has it happened, why? she demanded inwardly. Although everything in her conscious mind struggled against it, her body began to respond hotly to the increasing frenzy of his brutal fucking. Already she was experiencing faint throbbings of carnal pleasure, feelings she had begun to unleash in herself only minutes before, and now it was too late to hold them back! Her body craved release, and made no moral judgments on how or why it happened! Fully aware of the bitter irony behind her situation, Susan twisted her face into a strange, perverse smile as Art began to lunge into her with increasingly rapid strokes, thrusting his iron-hard shaft in and out of her responding cunt.
Her body began to twitch and writhe now, freeing itself of Susan's conscious control, as she involuntarily breathed groans of pleasure into the moist cavern of Art's hungry mouth. Passion raged like a grass fire through her lust-conquered frame and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light film of perspiration broke out on her forehead beneath the soft disheveled strands of silky hair.
"I knew you'd like it, baby," Art snarled as he drove into her with unabated fury, "Let yourself go, cause you got no choice now. Dig it, baby, dig it!"
With a moan of shame-filled surrender, Susan realized that he was right. At least if she submitted to him totally, body and mind, it might ease her torment. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she began to consciously rotate her pelvis, each move drawing Art's huge lurching cock deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping vagina. Suddenly her cuntal flanges were acting on their own, sucking like a baby's lips drawing in a peppermint stick, drawing his mighty penis greedily up inside her tremor-shaken body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders, her fingers digging desperately into his sun-tanned flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity while the hot moist walls of her vagina flowered open to receive his battering cock-blows.
There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She had drunk too much wine, was too numbed with the shock of the sudden turnabout situation, too sexually excited from her earlier finger-fucking to do anything but eagerly submit to the pounding thrusts of her tormentor's rampaging penis. Her legs, on either side of his impaling rod of flesh, were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered wetly up against his mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up from her throat. She couldn't believe the searing flames of passion that were rippling through her naked twisting young body. It seemed impossible that under these circumstances she could experience such ravishing thrills, but it was true! It was real! Finally a great wave of blazing forbidden excitement tore through her ravaged limbs, blasting her anxieties away in an explosion of unbridled lust! She was being fucked mercilessly by a sadistic stranger in her own home! And she loved it! It was shamefully, obscenely true! She loved it!
Art labored hotly above her, tormenting her with cruel lunging strokes that brought his long thick cock almost all the way out of her wetly clasping vaginal inferno on the backstroke, then thrusting forward hard, battering her tender flesh with the force of a sledge-hammer on an anvil. He quickened his pace as she thrashed her body abandonedly beneath him, then he pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them up into a jackknife position so that they were crushed against her breasts, so that the plane of her seething crotch was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his cock as he smacked brutally into her.
"AAaaannnngggghhh!!" she moaned depravedly beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement. Radiant bursts of heat exploded in her loins, causing every inch of her skin to sizzle with ecstasy as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.
Art groaned in obscene enjoyment, quickening his strokes even more, grinding deep and hard into her drenched cunt so that his blood-swollen cock drove far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. His huge heavy balls, slapping roughly against her upturned anal crevice, grew hot with their churning load of semen. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy were becoming more and more frequent. The galvanic fire in his testicles had reached the bursting point now, and he knew the moment was at hand.
"Shit! Ooohhh shhiiittt!! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" he groaned with savage intensity. "Uuuuuunnnngghhh!!"
Beneath him, Susan quivered like a helpless whore gone out of control, her perspiration-drenched body flailing distractedly, her head tossing shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the rampaging pleasure she was experiencing, as her wildly clenching cuntal walls quaked with a colossal passion. She was cumming again! Even more intensely than she had a few minutes ago! This cruel, crazed youth had taken her to heights of barbaric pleasure she had never known existed.
''aaaaahhhhhh… Uuuuunnngggghhh!" she shrieked, as the force of her orgasm tore through her body like a forest fire. "Rrrrrnnnnggghh!"
Art felt her hot cuntal depths opening and closing around him crazily as he gushed jet after jet of thick scalding semen into her drenched interior. Her vaginal secretions flowed hotly around his wildly jerking penis, mingling her sex juices with his own. Wave upon wave of white cum squirted from the parted glans of the sadistic young drifter's cock-head, welling headlong into the tormented housewife's writhing, welcoming channel. He twisted his muscular body and bucked his hips, draining himself as she lunged up toward him, the lips of her involuntarily contracting cunt sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry.
Susan moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she felt herself bathed in the luridly warm pleasure that enveloped her as Art gushed the last of his surging load into her madly palpitating cunt. Then finally it was over. Slowly Art withdrew his deflating cock-shaft and collapsed next to Susan on the bed. The young wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of confused emotions. She had been brutally fucked by a strange young man, taken in the most humiliating manner conceivable, and yet her body had responded hungrily, greedily, like a thirsty man gulping down great draughts of cool water. She shuddered as she fully realized the horrible depravity of what was happening to her, unable to comprehend how it happened or why. Dimly she heard the radio in the background, still blaring at top volume.
"This is Radio Station KRKT signing off for the night. We begin our broadcasting day at six this morning with the Early Bird Matinee. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams…"