Trodding softly and keeping just inside the line of trees bordering the natural meadow, Andy made for the spot where he knew Joan Wright would be. Birds flitted and warbled in the trees overhead; he stopped and watched as a bright blue feather came skimming down from the heights, its erratic flight through the sifting sunlight making it a thing of beauty. Impulsively, he ran to catch it before it could touch the ground. He held the feather in his hand and surveyed its deep iridescent sheen, his artist's eye appreciative of nature's use of color. Putting the feather in his shirt pocket, Andy grinned salaciously to himself; it might come in handy.
Damn! The last time I did it to Gayle she climbed the walls!
In a few moments he saw her, a vision of golden loveliness as she stood naked in the stream soaping her body. He watched as she ran the soap over the full, pouting mounds of her milk-white breasts, over her flat belly and sensuously curving hips. God damn! She was beautiful! He saw that the triangle of her pubic mound was covered with light, sparse, golden hair that matched the fiery gold of her head.
She's not a bottle blonde… after all! Christ! She's got it! Those tits are perfect…! And, her hips and thighs! God! I can hardly wait to get my hands on her!
He moved forward, silently, to crouch behind a bush. It was too early to make his presence known. When she had finished her ablutions and was getting ready to dress would be a more propitious time.
Now, she squatted down in the water rinsing the soap from her, the suds rushing downstream away from her in glistening array as they caught the sunlight. She washed her face, thoroughly, scrubbing it to a rosy glow of cleanliness; then he saw that she performed a primitive douche, using her hands between her thighs to scrub and ream. His penis jerked and throbbed to erection as he watched her hands at her loins, visible to him in the clear water. She rinsed her body, again, and waded to the bank where she picked up her towel and dried herself vigorously, imparting a rosy, healthful glow to her vibrant skin and serving to warm her against the light stir of the air. Now! Now, was the time to move! The architect rose to his feet and cleared his throat as he walked slowly toward her.
"Beautiful!" he said. "Beautiful! Like a Venus de Milo… with arms!"
Alarm… fear… shame stabbed into her like arrows; she gasped aloud as she turned toward him, her face reddening in a deep flush.
"Oh! My God!"
He went on: "… Or Diana At The Bath…"
"Oh… It's you… Andy!" she exclaimed, recognizing him.
"Yes… your protector… and admirer! You were being very naughty to go off by yourself… this way! Our home-grown hero gave explicit orders… that neither of you women were to go anywhere alone!"
She had whipped the towel in front of her in modesty at the first sound of his voice, and she was very much aware of her nakedness in the presence of this man.
Dear God! He must have been watching me…! Hiding out there in the woods… like a peeping tom!
He continued to walk toward her, boldly.
"… But, I had to… to take a bath…"
He was two paces away, now. Joan began to panic as suddenly his intent came to her mind.
"Yes, I know… It was necessary… wasn't it, my dear?" he grinned, lewdly.
"Stay away f-from… m-me!" she blurted. "S-Stop… right there?" She read the lust in his eyes.
Andy stopped a foot away from her; he looked down at her trembling body, her fear-struck eyes staring back at him.
"You felt it necessary… to wash the essence of him out of you," he chortled. "… And your desire for cleanliness is to be commended!"
"W-What do you… m-mean…?" she trembled.
"I saw your performance… this afternoon… with Buzz Henson! Does that jar your memory?" he rapped out at her.
Joan moaned aloud in shame and humiliation; she dropped her tear filled eyes to the ground, not daring to look at him, now.
Oh, God…! Wasn't it enough that Buzz shamed me…? Andy was watching me… us… too! I feel so… so vile!
"H-How could you… know… see us…?" she stumbled.
"Easy! With field glasses… on the opposite ridge!"
"… And, you… s-saw… e-everything…?"
"Everything!" Andy assured her with finality.
"OOh, God!" Tears started again into her eyes, misting them so that she couldn't see.
"I've been debating with myself… Should I, or should I not… tell your husband!"
Suddenly, Joan's mind grasped what he was going to lead up to, and she had to counter him… stall him, somehow.
"You wouldn't?"
"That's right… I wouldn't… under certain conditions!"
"C-Conditions…?"
"Yes… it's very simple! I want to fuck you… and I won't tell him… if you're completely cooperative!"
Joan saw her opening. She looked up at him and pulled the towel closer to her.
"What difference would it make… if you told him. He's already bargained me away!" she said, defiantly.
"What…? How… did you…?" he sputtered.
"… And… I decided to choose… I took Buzz!" she finished.
The architect's face contorted in sudden rage. He reached for the towel and stripped it from her body.
"And, your stupidity will cost him his job…! As soon as we get back… I'll fire his ass right out of the office!" he gritted.
God, oh God! What have I done…? Jimmy can't lose this job…! What shall I do…? How can I keep him from being fired…?
Her answer came with his next words. He went on: "… Unless you play the game… doll!"
"You mean…?"
"You fuck me… and he keeps his job!"
"D-Did you promise him a-a raise…?" she asked. "If I-I cooperated…?"
"Hell! I did better than that… I offered to cut him in on the partnership…!" he bragged, reaching out to take her in his arms and crushing her in a bear-hug to his chest.
"No! NO! Don't… please…?" she moaned.
He kissed her neck and shoulder as she twisted her head aside, violently, to avoid his searching lips.
"Isn't that good enough for you…?" he growled.
"I-It's not that… There's one more thing I-I've got to know…!"
"What's that?"
"Your wife… and Jim…? Did he want her… too?"
"Well… since you asked… I don't know about Jim… But Gayle had the hots for him…! And she usually gets what she goes after!"
Andy slid his hands down her back feeling the svelte smoothness of her naked skin… down to the twin protuberances of her fully rounded buttocks; his fingers dug and kneaded the cool flesh of them, then with cruel strength, he pulled her loins in tight to him, the bulge of his erection cleaving into her cusp with devastating force. She moaned into his shoulder as her loins began to smolder in sensual response.
"And… and you let her… do it…?"
"It's our little arrangement… makes an exciting marriage!" he explained.
"It sounds… repulsive!"
"That's what you think… now! Wait until you've really learned to swing… you'll think differently!"
"S-Swing…?"
"Swap… swing… whatever you want to call it…"
"… And, Jim… agreed…?" she asked. "Jim really agreed… knowing what it was all about…?"
"You bet your sweet ass he did!" Andy grunted, dropping his head in search of her mouth, again.
Joan avoided his avidly searching lips; she had to have time… time to think about it… about what she really thought… about Jim's bizarre bargain, the conditions just laid down by her husband's boss, Gayle's sexual desire for Jim… and her darling husband's obvious desire for his boss' wife. It was all so confusing… crowding in on her, demanding a solution… a decision!
With Buzz, this afternoon, there was no chance for her to decide, with a clear head whether or not she would… or would not make love to him. He had forced her… debauched her with shame, degradation and humiliation, her defenses weakened to the point where she had surrendered, unconditionally, to him. Was it to be that way, now, with Andy? Did she really have a choice?
I'm so mixed up… now! Dear God! What should I do…? Andy's not really forcing me… to do it… the way Buzz did… I could jerk myself away from him… and run away! He might catch me… and rape me… maybe, even hurt me…! Heaven forbid! H-He could… even kill me… if he didn't have his wag with me! If I refuse him… he'll fire Jimmy from his job! God… I wouldn't want to be responsible for that…! But if I agree… just lie down and spread my legs for him… and let him use me… Jimmy'll keep his job… become a partner in the company… and I would be no better than a twenty dollar whore! Did Jimmy think about that… when he agreed… t-to let Andy have me? That's what I'd be… a WHORE! I'd be trading my body for something of value… something we've both wanted! Is it worth it…? Could I live with myself…? Would Jim still love me… want me…? Dear God… there are so many questions I don't know the answers to…! I don't know… I just don't know… what to do…! Help me…! Help me to do the right thing… make the right decision…! Please? God?
She was jolted out of her confused, indecisive, reverie; the architect shifted a hand to her jaw, grasping it in strong fingers to swing her head around, their eyes coming into contact: his glaring anger; hers shame-ridden; his voice came croaking out at her.
"God damn it! I'm tired of playing games! Let's fuck, baby. Just like you did this afternoon."
Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through the barriers of teeth and lips to probe and savor her. She tried to escape… drew her head back and away… to scream, but he held her immobile and helpless in his strong arms. His lips and tongue ignited a slow fuse in her, the erotic, sexy sensations in her mouth as his tongue moved there, the sweet, yet pungent taste and smell of tobacco on his breath, the sweaty, acrid odor of man-sweat and the strength of his hands and arms holding her against him, the rough fabric of his shirt, irritating and arousing the coraline nipples to erect hardness all combined to throw a net over her… trap her in a morass of ecstatic sensations that coursed through her in rapturous, sensuous sexuality that threatened to explode with devastating force in her loins. Oh, dear God!
I can't! I can't let him do this to me…! Make me want it… Make me give in to him! Dear God! I feel like a slut! A man just kisses me now… and I want it… want to have his thing in me! Is that… what makes a woman into a whore?
Then, she was kissing him back; her tongue came alive in her mouth and jousted with his, finally, lashing snake-like into his oral cavity where it searched and caressed.
The hand that still held her in close to him, relaxed on her buttocks and began to explore the curving outlines of her waist, hip and thigh; the other hand dropped from her jaw and began its own teasing search of the mounding hemispheres of her breasts, finding a hardening nipple which he taunted to full erection between rolling thumb and forefinger. Now, she raised her arms and placed them around his neck to pull his head down tighter to her lips, and her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth in subconscious signal to him of her readiness… her desire that flamed higher and higher every moment.
Leaving her thigh, Andy's hand worked its way in between them to the golden bush of her triangle, and he slipped a finger into the top of her vaginal slit, working it down until he found the hardening spike of her clitoris hidden within the fleshy folds of her cunt-lips. He brushed over it lightly, feeling it throb to hungry life under his finger tip.
Joan was suddenly weak in the knees; she slumped against him, her vision blurred, swimmingly, and she felt dizzy, lightheaded… tingling all over with unbidden, unwanted sexual desire.
Damn! What his lips… and hand do to me…! I feel absolutely helpless… to resist him! But I can't let him… dominate me… shame me… without a fight! If I let him make me want it… so easy… where does it end…? Any man… that just touches me… could… could fuck me… anytime, anywhere… Oh, God! No! I don't want that…!
He released her and she slumped to her knees in the soft grass; blindly, dumbly, she picked up the large bath towel and spread it out, a mewling hum coming from her throat that she could not control. The towel spread, she lay upon it, on her back, her legs clamped tightly together, eyes closed and arms crossed over her breasts, as a furious battle raged in her, for the second time that day… her sensuous body pitted against her reasoning mind; she was determined that, this time, her body would not win!
Losing no time, Andy threw off his clothing, stopping, at the last moment, to retrieve the feather from his shirt pocket, mentally congratulating himself on his foresight. The feather was exactly what he needed… the implement that would break down the final barriers she had erected; he chuckled silently to himself in anticipation of what was to come, noting that she had lain down with all her defenses up. Christ! This was going to be fun!
In a few moments, Joan knew, Andy would be on top of her digging, poking, pinching, biting and trying to get his erected cock into her vagina as she lay there, defenseless and helpless, but she would resist him… fight him… battle with herself every step of the way, not allowing the vile, debasing sensations of sexual rapture to get the upper hand in her. She could not help herself, now; she knew that there could be only one ending to the game she played with Andy Sloan. He would mount her, fuck her, frantically, for a few minutes, spurt his vile sperm into her… and that would be that!
But… dome it! I don't have to like it…! I'll resist it to the end! I won't become what they are trying to make out of me! I won't! Won't! WON'T!
Then, the unexpected happened!
Joan was caught completely by surprise; her body jerked, involuntarily, at the light, tickling touch of something that moved, inch by tortuous inch, up the smooth, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs where they were clamped tightly together. Her eyes flew open and she gaped down to where Andy was crouched beside her, a bright blue feather held lightly in his fingers; he grinned down at her lewdly, as he continued to tease her with the tip of it, dragging it along the ivory columns of her quivering thighs. Instinctively, a hand flew to her genitals to protect them. She realized in a flash that if he were to touch her there with that feather all would be lost. It would be too much for her to bear!
Catching up her hand, easily, in his own, strong-fingered hand, he growled: "I thought you'd like this… there's nothing quite like it… so why don't you just lie back and enjoy it!"
"Oh, my God! That's torture!"
"Not really, my dear… It'll be rapture… before long!" he exulted; then, commandingly: "open your thighs!"
"N-No! I won't! I won't let you… do this to me!"
"Very well! I'll stop, now… and that mutton-headed husband of yours is out of a job!" he gritted. "Take your choice! It's the same one you had a while ago!"
Hot tears streamed from her eyes. "I-I just can't… let you do it… to me!"
"You seemed to enjoy Buzz Henson… this afternoon!"
"H-He forced m-me…!" she sobbed.
"That sure as hell didn't look like a rape to me!" he chortled.
Hell! Maybe that's her bag…! She's got to feel like she's being forced! It gives her art excuse! That's it…! Buzz found it out… and worked on it! I should've remembered it, myself! That little red-head I brought into our club about three months ago was like that!
Andy released her hand, and with both hands on her knees he pried her legs apart, forcefully, taking pleasure in the part he had to play.
"OOooh!" she sobbed. "Don't! Please don't?"
"All right, then… you little bitch! You want to be fucked the hard way… eh? Well, I'm tired of messing around with you! You're going to get fucked so hard… you'll remember it the rest of your life… and tell it to your granddaughters!" he roared.
Then, holding her thighs apart with one hand, he began, again to tantalize her naked flesh with the feather as she moaned out her humiliation, her hands over her face to shield her eyes from the shame of it.
Joan groaned aloud as the tantalizing lightness of the feather traced tiny circles on the soft, sensate skin of her inner thighs, going into the hollows on either side of the fleshy cunt lips. She wanted to scream with the torment, but his sudden change to meanness and demanding force frightened her. He might become violent! She didn't want to be hurt, so she stifled the scream in her throat.
The feather moved, relentlessly, and now it was moving in the coral furrow between the golden, softly hair-fringed cuntal lips. He twisted it around and around, dipping every now and then between the inner petals that had begun to flower open, blood-engorged and turning a darker coraline as he watched. Never, had she experienced such a lewd, sexy, exciting sensation. It was even more arousing than the cunnilingus that Buzz had performed upon her. Somehow, she had to retain her sanity… fight against it… not let it get to her as Buzz had, this afternoon! Dear God! Help me!
She panted in short, sharp gasps; she could feel it now as he thrust it, twirlingly, in and out of her cuntal passage, igniting searing fires of desire that leaped and flared in her nerve endings like a forest fire racing before a strong wind, destroying all in its path. She was sure that the innocent feather was a destructive tool of uncommonly cruel torture and that it would be the source of her complete destruction.
She tried to fight back the rising excitement in her loins, denying the existence of the rapture that had begun to move her. Unconsciously, uncontrollably, her hips began to move under her, scribing tiny lewd circles of salacious desire. Suddenly, she became aware of the warmth and wetness in her cunt, the viscid fluids exuding from the inner walls of her vaginal vault to ooze in droplets of moisture into the throbbing pink slit of her female being, the portal becoming wet and slippery, readying itself for the entrance of a hard, joy-bringing cock.
"Oh, my God! Andy! I can't stand it! Please…? Oh, please…?" she begged in utter humiliation.
… But, Andy would not stop; he turned the feather further into the wet furrow of her cunt, the teasing tip of it sliding, finally, upward through the sparse golden fringe to the erect, throbbing clitoris encanopied there. He moved it, tormentingly, up and down the short length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a twisting motion on the sensitive triangle of its tumescent head. Again, she stifled a scream in her throat… but this time it was a scream of utter joy that she killed. She would not allow him the pleasure of knowing that he had subjugated her with a tiny insignificant feather! No! NO! NOO! her mind screamed!
As quickly as it had come to that secret place, the lust-inciting feather suddenly was gone, and she felt it trailing up through the silky, softly curling hair of her mons, across her abdomen and over her flat belly, twirling, playfully into her navel, moving out to her groin to twist in the hollow there; then, with a broad sweep it was on her breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight that grew smaller and smaller as it worked up the full mounds of her milk-white breasts toward the crowning coral-tipped nipples.
Oh God! That feels so good! I've had more pleasure… in sex, today… than Jimmy's given me in three years of being married! I don't understand it…! Why? Why do I feel like this…? And neither one of them… is my husband! Oh, God! I won't be able to hold out very much longer! I wish he would just shove his cock in me and fuck me… and get it over with right away! This is sheer hell!
Soft whimpers and mewlings commenced to issue from her lips, as the feather, still moist from the wetness of her cuntal slit moved in ever smaller circles until it circled only one of the hard erect nipples, playing on the areola, then on the pink column of the nipple itself, her quivering breasts atingle with the lascivious sensations it generated in them.
Her shame and humiliation was too great, crying to her confused mind, trying to warn her that it was almost too late, but her body was ascendant; she moved her shoulders to jiggle her breasts, lewdly, against the tantalizing feather. Her body wanted more of it, even as her mind fought against it!
Even as she fought with all the power of her mind, she was aware only of the throbbing ache at the vee of her loins, and the viscid moisture there made her even more expectant, the anticipation of what was to come stabbing excitedly at her confused being. Every cell in her aroused body cried for fulfillment… for release from the torture of the feather on her trembling breasts.
Reason, pride and self-respect battled to gain control of her writhing body; she was forced, finally, to see herself as she really was. The image was of a young wife, love-starved without knowing it, sensual, vibrant, alive… wanting life and love but never exposed to either. The plane crash… her husband's injury, the need to feel needed… Buzz Henson licking her to full arousal… fucking her as she had never been fucked before… soaring to the heights in orgasm… all of this paraded before her eyes; then in the present… the feather, sensually teasing the taut nipples of her breasts, torturing her… arousing her, again, to full sexuality, a slave at the hands of yet another man – not her husband – a man who was forcing her, subjugating her to his will as the obscene fires of unbridled passion flared in her, AND she fought it with all of her strength of mind! And then, her mind turned. Why? Why did shed fight against a gift freely given… the gift of sex enjoyed to the fullest? Suddenly, she realized the foolishness of her struggle. The rewards of not struggling were the greater!
Her hands drifted to the magnificent orbs of her breasts; against her will, she massaged them upward, unwittingly pressing them up straight from her prone, quivering body, the two upstanding orbs demanding, now, that they be teased and tormented with lewd, exciting pleasures they had never known before, and the taut, erect nipples throbbed with delight as they seemed to offer themselves up to the torture of the feather, almost as if her breasts were an entity of their own, completely separate from her sensate body trembling under the tormenting caress of the feather in his hand.
As the young wife's mind began to release her body from conscious control… to liberate it to the total, depraved enjoyment of the sensual, sexual ministrations of her husband's boss, she felt the teasing feather again trace a salacious path down through the moistly perspirant valley of her breasts and move downward, down, down, again to the pulsating pink flesh of her warm, moist cunt. She gasped in sheer ecstatic pleasure as she felt it slide through the golden curls of her pubic mound, pausing, momentarily, to pay twitching homage to her pulsing clitoris; she almost screamed her frustration when it didn't stop there; instead, it plowed, lightly down through the coral moistness of her furrow and began to run in smaller and smaller circles, homing in on the brown, puckered ring of her anal opening. The fully rounding globes of her white, soft and smooth buttocks convulsed, suddenly, as the tip of the feather nestled, tantalizingly against the clasping, rubbery, nether portal of her anus.
"OOOOOoooooh!" she moaned, ecstatically, as the unbelievably powerful sensations coursed through her. "Oh, Christ! I can't take any more… Andy! Stop! Oh, God… please stop!"
Andy breathed heavily as he crouched between her legs plying the blue feather, watching as she raised her full curving hips, the clenching and unclenching anus seeming almost as though it reached out to claim the torturing feather for itself.
She's going to be ready in just a little while! God! She's getting hotter than a three dollar pistol! This is the most luscious little piece of ass I've ever seen! Damn! I'm going to enjoy fucking her…! I can hardly wait to get may prick in her!
His cock throbbed, achingly, and he was aware that it had jerked several times, involuntarily, squeezing a small rivulet of clear, viscid lubricant from the tip. It was no longer necessary to hold her legs apart, as she spread them wider, searching upward for the feather with her loins; now, her tortured mind craved release from the torment, demanding surcease from the frustration of rapture too long sustained, but her lust-crazed body demanded more of the sadistic taunting of her pulsating loins.
Releasing her legs, Andy reached with his free hand to grasp his throbbing cock. He milked the foreskin back to reveal the red, blood-engorged head, spreading the lubricant with his thumb over the broad, chunky crown, the feather alive in his hand as he searched out the enshrined clitoris in its fleshy folds of cuntal flesh.
"Stop! STOP!" she screamed. "Oh, please, please… no more! NO MORE!"
"Are you ready… to take my cock, now?" he chuckled.
"Oh, yes… please! Anything…! But, please… I can't stand any more… of that feather!" she moaned.
With her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly lifted from her frustrated cunt, leaving her breathless, as she slowly relaxed and lowered her upraised pelvis, feeling a sense of relief in her clenching wet slit. The teasing feather had raised her to the highest pitch of excitement she had ever experienced. Now, she wallowed in her shame again; she had told Andy she was ready… ready to take his cock… ready to be fucked like a slut by her own husband's boss.
Andy had tossed the feather aside.
"It's served its purpose!" he said. "Did you like it?"
"L-Like it…? It's horrible!" she moaned.
He slithered down between her legs until his mouth was hanging just above her softly palpitating vagina. Christ! He'd never seen a lovelier cunt! He gaped at the narrow slit, its pink ragged opening was wet with the viscous moisture from the walls of her cuntal passage. God! She was more than ready!
Joan gaped down at him crouched between her legs through lust-crazed eyes. She could feel the palms of his hands, hot against the tender softness of the flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart; suddenly, she knew his intentions, and she had the crazy, unbidden desire to open them even farther for him, to allow him full access to her most secret, inner femaleness. This afternoon with Buzz had been an experience beyond her wildest dreams, but now, after she had been aroused with the feather… to be licked there would be next to heavenly. She watched him in fascination tinged with anticipation and a small dash of horror. Her mind had still not accepted, fully, the erotic domination – the treason – of her body, for surely, it was her body that had betrayed everything she had ever believed to be good and holy. Slowly, his gray-tinged head lowered toward the golden mound at the base of her belly.
"AAAaaagh!" she moaned and her body jerked, uncontrollably, as his hot, wet lips closed over her warm, pulsating vaginal opening. Her vision blurred, his face out of focus as he planted wet, lascivious kisses on the still tingling aperture of her snug young pussy, his tongue lashing insanely into the moistness of the quivering hair-lined opening.
Her own hands moved with sensuous knowledge down over the twin mounds of her throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing the erect, coral nipples for a moment before they slid slowly along her smooth, flat belly, finally coming to rest in her groin on either side of his working lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a few moments from the flexing hollows of her inner thighs upward to the fleshy, hair-lined lips, rubbing and caressing all around them until she could wait no longer; then, she slowly, of her own volition, spread the pink, wet lips apart, pulling to either side, allowing his hungry mouth the liberty of all her moist, secret being, the feeling deep in her that she must give all of herself to him… now!
Moaning, incessantly, now, she pressed her elbows to her ribs, her blonde hair in moist disarray as her head flailed from side to side with her unbridled rapture as his agile, searing tongue flicked out, its soft, searching tip circling her palpitant clitoris, tantalizingly. She felt his lips suck at her, drawing the warm soft petals of her fluorescent cunt deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its maddening licking of the throbbing pink and erect bud of her sex. Unashamedly, she groaned out her pleasure from deep in her throat, mewling and purling as the hot, searching tip of his lingual member worked its way up and down the narrow length of her soft, wet furrow, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down over the resilient opening of her hungrily clasping vagina; then, his tongue traveled down, down into the crevice of her hollowing buttocks, stopping, momentarily, to probe wetly at the tight, puckered anal ring, below. Her hips gyrated wildly as she shoved her undulant pelvis up at him in beggarly supplication for more.
Joan's constant moans drove his tongue faster and faster as he slaved away at her steaming, hungry crotch. He wanted her begging for it… literally screaming to be fucked when he was ready to ram his big cock in her, and she was more than ready, now; he knew, however, that she would be capable of multiple orgasms, if she let herself go, so he was not worried that she might cum while he was still licking her; she would cum again and again with his cock in her cunt. He liked it that way!
Suddenly, she tangled her fingers in his graying hair, guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her cuntal passage, pulling him in tight between her widespread legs, close contact and he stabbed his long tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it teasingly for a moment, then withdrawing to trace around the ragged, coraline edges. With sex-crazed strength, she forced him in closer, pressing his mouth directly over the snug portal of the demanding hole in her squirming crotch, and as his lips rounded and covered the clasping, palpitant opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, flicking in and out with a set rhythm in imitation of a fucking cock; a low, guttural, almost animal groan emitted from her lips and her warm, trembling thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He could feel the moist flesh of her satiny smooth cunt walls as they slipped wetly around his long, extended tongue, the lining of her vagina opening and closing in a tiny sucking motion of its own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into its moist depths. Her heels, in his crouching back, pushed him down hard, pressing his body into the fleshy trap of her open thighs; he could barely breathe, his nosed mashed tight against the tiny, erect button of her sex, above, his tongue, below, savoring the alkaline flavor of the flowing juices of her lust. God! It was inciting his cock to a throbbing hardness he didn't believe was possible. Never had he been able to hold himself back this long before as he brought a woman almost to the peak of climax before shoving the rock-hardness of his prick in her and bringing them both to the rapturous, soaring heights of sexual release. He had to get it in her pretty damned soon or he would explode his jism all over the place.
The young wife's body was lost, consumed in the ecstatic fires that raged, sensually, in her. Every muscle of her body tensed as she strained her hips upward, pushing up toward the excitation of the maddening probe at the junction of her thighs. It was magnificent! It was beautiful beyond her imagination; first the feather… now his licking tongue brought her pleasure from out of this world.
Her updrawn legs scissored, opened and closed around the tormenting head licking gluttonously at her flaming cunt. The cords of her neck stood out, strainingly, as she pulled with superhuman strength against the back of his head.
"OOoooh! OOOOOooohhhhh! AAAaaggggggh!" she groaned in ecstasy of beginning release, as she realized that orgasm would come to her with the licking of her cunt only, and she splayed her legs wider and ground her pelvis up into his face to give him greater access to her cunt that roared with the flames of hell. "Go on! Don't stop! Oh, God… don't stop licking me! Lick me! Lick my cunt!"
There came a roaring in her ears and she was one with the lacy canopy of the trees overhead, the birds that flitted and twittered there; her home was the blue sky… and she was in it and of it, the rapture of space and of the deeps in one… one soaring climax that described a parabola of the infinite and the finite and she wanted it to go on and on forever. She screamed with the sweet, intolerable delight of her transport, and when it was over she lay gasping for breath, her eyes glazed, her body jerking convulsively as wave after wave of welcome euphoria, well-being and relief flooded through her. Gradually, her senses returned and she was still on the ground, lying on her bath towel, the same trees overhead that filtered the sunlight on them in ever-changing patterns of light and shadow.
Andy watched her as she climaxed. She had come too early, he decided… maybe he had gone on licking her for too long.
She's had her fun… now I'll have mine!
He turned her over to her stomach, and she didn't resist. Her willpower was, seemingly, drained from her by the power of her orgasm. He leaned down to kiss the full, smooth, rounded buttocks; his teeth nipped at her with sharp, little playful bites. She felt him draw the smooth, rounded orbs apart with his hands and he licked the soft, fleshy crevice between them. She felt the stretching strain on her anal opening as he pulled the skin around it. Suddenly, she felt obscenely naked and defenseless as he hovered over the deep red hole of her back passage, but it didn't seem to matter, really… nothing seemed to matter, to her, any longer.
Then, she felt him dip a finger into the viscid moisture of her vagina and spread it on her tightly clenched anus, lubricating it for the finger that now probed at the puckered, tight little portal.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered. She obeyed him, splaying her legs far to either side. His finger circled the opening before he prodded it into her. She winced with the sudden, unexpected pain, jumping forward, squirming away from the goad in her backside as he strained to shove it into her, and suddenly it was in her, not hurting as she had expected; rather, the unnatural entrant into her rectum was sending sensations of erotic, salacious pleasure through her trembling body.
He moved the probing digit around in the tight, expanding hole, sawing it in and out, widening and stretching the tiny passage more and more. She found herself, unaccountably, shoving her hips back, wriggling them, lewdly, her fingernails digging into the black, moist earth. He forced a second finger in, and she wailed aloud with the pain of it, attempting to crawl away from him; he followed, pinning her down with the palm of his other hand in the small of her back. For a moment, his hand was still, allowing her backside to adjust to the larger size, then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging rectum as he deliberately stretched and expanded the resilient flesh. Her mouth fell open and she began to moan, excitedly, as she undulated her pelvis back onto the strange invaders, a sense of masochistic and abject subjugation sweeping over her, enveloping her with the pure delight of the pleasure-pain.
Feeling the muscles begin to relax, Andy pulled his fingers out of her, the rubbery skin of her anal passage clinging to them and making an obscene, sucking, hissing noise as they popped out.
"Get on your knees!" he rasped. "Get your ass up in the air… quick!"
Obediently, she drew her knees up under her, presenting him with the smooth rounded hemispheres of her buttocks, and she felt the hot, hairy warmth of his loins as he came between them. A delicious shiver of anticipation surged through her, as she felt the breadth of his red-cowled cock resting within the crevice of her ass, and from her upside-down position, she could look down between her legs to where his heavy, sperm-loaded balls hung down in their sac, below. Impulsively, she reached back through the arch of her white, tapering legs and cupped them in her hand, caressing and teasing them.
"Put it in for me!" he hissed, and without hesitation, she reached up to grasp his throbbing rod of hardened cock, the enormous size of it apparent to her, for the first time, as she found that she could not encircle it. It was huge!
She held her breath as he clutched at her waist, beginning to pull her back against him, and she placed the knob of the lust-inflated cudgel against the tight, hairless portal of her backside. She felt him begin to shove at her, the tip beginning to worm into that forbidden passage when she began to realize that it would never fit. She could never take that thing in her rectum! He strained with redoubled efforts to force an entrance; suddenly, he flexed his hips, driving the blood-engorged head into the smooth, softness of her anus. She screamed, the sound of it resounding and echoing through the primeval forest… the sound of primitive fear… and lust. Frantically, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her tight. She could not escape the crush of his powerful hands.
"Oh, dear God! It hurts… too much! You're too big! You'll split me!" she screamed.
… But, he ignored her pleas, shoving, mercilessly onward, as he hugged her hips to him, forcing his cock ever deeper and deeper into the tightness of that tiny, virginal back passage.
"Push back! Push back… against me!" he rasped. "Shake your ass! It'll go in!"
She couldn't think. There was only pain… unbearable pain that permeated her loins, spreading like poison in her belly… an unbelievable agony that seared her body-mind. It was as if a huge, unpeeled log had been rammed into her body.
"Back! Back! Shove your ass back!" he snarled in frustration, beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow.
She pushed, straining back at him, opening her asshole with deliberate, mind-shattering will, and his enormous rod surged into the spongy, resistant flesh of her backside without mercy, pushing waves of pink, tortured rectal lining ahead of it. She groaned and groaned again in ear-shattering peals of sound, as she felt sure that she had been split asunder, a vision of the punishment meted out in olden times flashing through her crazed brain. She felt like one of those ancients who were drawn by the legs up onto a sharpened stake and then set upright in the ground… left to die a horrible soul-wrenching death!
"AAAAaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as his pelvis smacked with stinging force against the softness of her smoothly rounded buttocks. She heard him whine in pain and passion as he began to move in and out of the soft tightness of her resistant rectum.
Slowly, by degrees, the torment of that unbearable pain lessened, and a certain masochistic yet erotic stimulation began to meld with it. She clenched her teeth, grindingly, her head wagging from side to side, her hair, shining gold, in the sifting sunlight hanging down almost to the ground and covering her face in hopeless entanglement, as he rammed into her again and again… and yet again.
She was being sodomized!
The dawning realization came to her that she was suffering a final debasement… that a most obscene, vile act was being performed upon her defenseless body, and her shame flooded over her, enveloping her, pinning her, helplessly, immobile, unable to think straight, to winnow out her feelings and thoughts, rearrange them into some logical sequence or system of reasoning; she tried to think, but each time he thrust into her, brutally, driving her forward, she braced herself on hands and knees and squirmed herself back onto his beautiful, ravishing cock until she was filled to overflowing with an all-encompassing feeling of masochistic joy. The pain in her backside had now become a strangely pleasurable thing to her. Uncontrollably, not knowing why she should do it, she began to rock backwards and forwards, vigorously, in time with his rampaging, primal movements. She found her undulant body moving in perfect harmony with him, her buttocks scribing tiny circle as she moved back against him, absorbing the great length and breadth of his cock into her sensate rear passage. The excitement had begun to mount within her, and she reached back under the cusp of her loins to the swinging balls, below, caressing them with her fingers as he pounded into her.
Blinding sweat poured down Andy Sloan's face as he labored to satisfy his demanding prick buried in the spongy depths of her clenching rectum. He watched with fascination as the pink flesh of the tight, round hole drew back with his cock, greedily clasping at it, imprisoning him there. He grinned with sadistic delight as his balls smacked heavily with a flat slapping noise against her coraline cunt each time his prick was sunk to the hilt in her widespread crevice. He watched enthralled, as his white, throbbing cock disappeared all the way up her undulant ass with every rampaging plunge, leaving none of his great length visible to the eye as it was absorbed full length into the tight resilient channel, straining to burst right up into her bowels.
His balls had begun to palpitate with almost unbearable pain; he had waited too long, and his prick felt as though it would burst like a gas-filled balloon laden beyond its bursting point. Each time he thrust into her, his sensate cock felt as though he were ramming it into a meat grinder. He knew that he was almost ready to come, the searing, acid-like pain back, behind the root of his cock made him feel that a great lake of sperm, damned behind the tumescent flesh of his penis was ready to breach and flood from him in a huge tide of spewing white, hot liquid. She was moaning, crazily, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head and she panted in short gasping breaths of pure animal passion.
She groaned: "Yes… oh, yeeessss! Fuck it… hard! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Hard! Hard! Hard!"
Her words incited him even more; he could cum, now, any time he wanted to shoot it into her. He withdrew his prick to the tip, watched her tight, elastic anus pucker around him, but still gripping him, tightly; then, he rammed in one, long, smooth stroke all the way to his pelvis. Joan whined in ecstasy of building rapture. He rammed, again, pulling her back, simultaneously, onto his lust-incited cock, the sheath of her rectum sliding up his rock-hard rod with the ease of a well-oiled machine, and she screamed out her lewd lust to the forested hillsides.
Then it began for him! The boiling magma of his sperm came roiling through the length of his cock, hosing from him in never-ending jets of white semen, viscous and hot, jetting far-far up into the forever-stretched channel of her asshole. His body jerked, convulsively, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed, as he felt the blasting force of his ejaculate spew from him; he slammed into her one more time, pulling her buttocks back tight, tighter into him, his cock skewering into her another millimeter of depth as he froze, immobile, and let the pleasurable sensations of his orgasm swarm over him, his sensate cock pumping wildly, below, draining his bloated balls of their too-long-held load of lewd sperm.
"God! I'm summing! Fuck back! Pound your ass back at me," he cried, his voice rasping in his throat.
Joan, beneath his battering assault, felt the first delicious spurts of the hot, white sperm spew up into the depths of her backside. It splashed through her body like a giant tidal wave, the pure force of his wildly ejaculating cock hosing into her touching off her own racing climax, the second he had given her, and she screamed with the voluptuous rapture of wanton abandonment, as a great surging gush of heretofore unknown pleasure rippled through her, and she felt his hot, thick semen running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the furrow of her naked cunt, be low.
Grunting, Andy collapsed on top of her, bearing her to the ground with his weight. He moaned in satiated agony.
"God! That was good! That tight little asshole almost milked me dry!"
Beneath him, Joan mewled and gurgled, gasping for breath.
I didn't know it was possible! Oh, God! That such a vile thing… could give such pleasure… is almost unbelievable!
Shame and degradation swarmed over her, again, the shame of it reddening her cheeks. She stirred beneath him.
"Let me up, now… please."
He rolled from her, his rapidly deflating cock pulling from her with a hissing pop.
"Did you like that, doll," he asked her.
"It was… undeniably sexy…" she said. "But, horribly vile… and obscene! I-I couldn't ever endure it… again!"