In the parking lot where Grace Furness had told Tommy Singleton to wait for her, in a different part of the complex of buildings from where both of them lived, Tommy was sitting in his car, nervously smoking another cigarette. She had told him not to wait after two o'clock if she didn't come, and it was almost that now. He had already set his mind on another exciting afternoon in bed with her, and he was trying to decide how much longer he would wait past two o'clock. He decided to stay an extra fifteen minutes in spite of what she had told him, and at the very moment he made the decision, he saw her wending her way toward his car. She had to make her body twist and turn as she passed among the closely parked cars in front of him, and he gritted his teeth, hissing his breath out between them as he saw her fully mature breasts and hips undulating back and forth from her efforts. He abruptly decided it would be worth it to keep this thing going with her for the time being, despite his initial reservations about agreeing to let her husband try his luck with Linda. Nothing he had ever experienced could compare with the promise of pleasure her body offered him over and over again every time he caught sight of his gorgeous blonde neighbor. He flipped his cigarette away out the window and opened the door to greet her, not even glancing around first to see if anybody they knew was observing him.
"Hi, honey," she smiled as she came close. "Sorry I'm a little late, but I couldn't get away from the neighbor next door until now." She lifted her face up to his and he pressed his lips down over the moist softness she offered to him. Without hesitation her tongue slipped wetly between his lips and probed deep into his mouth, her eager body pressing full length against his sending surges of urgent heat soaring down into his loins.
"The neighbors suspect something is going on," she almost whispered to him when they finally separated. She looked carefully around the parking lot as if to see if they had been watched.
"So what?" Tommy asked, emboldened by the lustful sensations rushing through his body and his previous success with his friend's wife. "If it's all right with Fred, who cares about the neighbors?"
"We still have to live here," Grace explained a little curtly. "Believe me, it can be awfully uncomfortable if the local gossips get started on you."
"Are you trying to back out on me now?" Tommy said, surprising himself with the masculine forcefulness in his tone.
"I wouldn't do that in a million years, lover," she replied, playfully digging her fingers into his ribs. "But I think I ought to go up to the apartment first, and after a few minutes you come up as quickly and quietly as you can. Don't use the elevator. Somebody might hear it stop and look to see who's coming onto the floor."
Feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't canceling him out that afternoon, Tommy agreed and watched her leave in the opposite direction from the way she had come. He glanced at his watch and timed himself.
A few minutes later he emerged at the top of the fire stairs and opened the door as softly as he could. To his surprise, Grace was waiting outside her door with a tight smile of complicity on her face.
She put her finger to her lips in a sign for him to keep quiet and then they entered the foyer of the apartment. When the door was shut behind them, Grace put her lips tantalizingly close to his ear and whispered, "Let's not make a sound until we're in the bedroom with the door closed. Why don't you go into the kitchen first – see if you can find us a drink while I do a couple of things to get ready?"
She let her hand graze lightly over the crotch of his pants as she left him, and he walked toward the kitchen feeling his penis throbbing slightly inside his jockey shorts. He tried his best to keep the ice from clinking into the glasses as he mixed up two gin and tonics, and then smiled to himself foolishly as he thought of the moaning and mewling noises she would be making under him in a few minutes. But if she thought it necessary to be quiet he wouldn't argue the point.
Grace did as she had told Tommy she was going to do. She went into the bedroom, stripped naked before the mirror and then put on a frothy red silk robe which she knew would excite him. She splashed a little perfume on her breast and up between her thighs and finally let herself back out of the bathroom without making the slightest sound. When she reached the door into the bedroom, she put her ear close to the wood and listened. She was disappointed not to detect the sounds of lovemaking that she wanted to hear from inside the room, and leaned down to look through the purposely enlarged keyhole.
A satisfied smile passed over her lips at what she saw. Fred is a sly one, she thought to herself. He was inside with Tommy's wife all right. And it looked like he was hot on the trail. He was holding the innocent young wife in his arms as if comforting her. At the same time his softly murmured words were paving the way for his designs on her youthful body, and Grace knew it wouldn't be long now before he got down to business.
I'd better get back to lover-boy now and do my bit, she reminded herself, and she straightened up to return to the kitchen.
"Jesus, you look great!" Tommy exclaimed when she stepped through the door. Through the almost transparent gown he could see every indentation and hollow of her tantalizing body, and in spite of his familiarity with its firm yielding contours he sucked in his breath at the sight.
"All the better to seduce you, lover," she smirked, flipping the gown open briefly to reveal to him the delights she again offered him. A taunting smile on her face, she reached for the drink he held out to her. Now, she told herself.
Pretending not to have had a tight grip on the glass, she let it slide through her fingers and fall to the floor. It smashed into a thousand pieces at their feet, glass flying in all directions, the ice cubes skittering off under the refrigerator.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "I'm so clumsy, Tommy. And now I've wasted the drink." She bent over and began to pick up the largest pieces of the broken glass.
"Christ! If that didn't get through to your neighbors, nothing would," Tommy exclaimed as he bent over to help her. He suddenly felt his penis jerking into life in his pants as he noticed that her knees were widespread as she knelt in front of him, the pinkly layered folds of her vaginal opening visible from his position. As he watched, the tiny inviting mouth seemed to open and close slightly from the way she repeatedly dipped and bobbed to pick up the broken glass.
Finally she noticed him staring wide-eyed at her exposed pussy, and she spread her bent knees still wider apart, giving him a better view. She made a little moaning sound with her lips and he tore his eyes from her palpitating cuntal slit to look into her eyes. She smiled a lewdly seductive smile and, disregarding the possibility of being hurt by any glass she had missed she rolled slowly back onto her haunches. Slowly she lay herself back completely on the floor and raised her knees, parting the gown to reveal her nakedness beneath in all its glory.
She lifted up her arms in invitation for him to come down on top of her, and he wasted no time in ripping off his clothes. Nothing mattered to him now but to enter that warm wet world inside her moistly flowering cunt as soon as possible. Dropping his shirt and pants into the dear puddle of gin and tonic on the floor, he lowered himself over her. They were rocking in time with each other even before his blood-inflated cock-head touched the welcoming wetness up between her thighs and they began crooning into each other's ears.
"What was that?" Linda whispered in a startled voice in Fred Furness' bedroom. "I didn't know anybody else was here in the apartment."
"Shhhhh! It must be Grace," admonished Furness. "She must have come back sooner than she said she would." He stood still for a long moment, listening and pretending to be thinking. Finally he grasped Linda by the arm and squeezed it hard in his fingers.
"Quick, Linda. This may be our chance. Get some of your clothes off before she comes in here." At the same time as he was talking, he was taking off his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons out of the material in his haste.
"W-what did you say?" she asked in stark disbelief.
"Undress, damn it! Don't you want to go through with making Tommy and Grace think we're up to something together the same as they are? If she sees us in here on the bed with half our clothes off that will be all it takes – you can be sure she'll tell Tommy as soon as she can talk to him." By now he was unbuckling his belt and his pants dropped to the floor, leaving him standing before her clad only in his jockey shorts. "Come on, Linda," he said impatiently, taking a step in her direction.
Even in her confused state of mind, Linda saw that Fred was about to begin undressing her himself if she didn't do it, so hesitantly she reached up to the back of her neck and lowered the zipper there before lifting the mini-dress slowly up over her head.
Furness watched with glowing heat in his eyes as she revealed little by little the white nylon panty-briefs tautly bulging with her firmly rounded hips and buttocks. The scarcely concealed mound of her pubic hair formed a tight triangle under the flimsy material, with little blonde wisps showing slightly around the edges. Furness fought to keep down the excitement in his loins which threatened to cause his penis to jerk up into a blood-engorged erection inside his shorts. He watched as the hem of her dress slowly slipped up over the elastic band at the top of her panties, finally unveiling to his gaze the white smoothness of her belly centered with its tiny round navel. He wanted to drop to his knees then and there and thrust his tongue into the shallow hollows of her torso and rip down her panties with his hands to get at the pink-lipped slit hidden under them, but he held himself back, knowing it wouldn't be long before he could finally sink his fully hardened cock up to the hilt in the moist almost virginal narrowness of her pussy. He gasped audibly as her burstingly filled brassiere came into view, the full vibrant orbs of her breasts beneath straining at the garment like ripe fruits. Then Linda lifted the dress over her head and folded it neatly over the back of the chair at the foot of the bed.
She felt Furness' eyes burning into her like fire even before she looked up to meet his gaze, and her cheeks blushed bright red with embarrassment from undressing before a man who was not her husband. She had never quite got used to taking off her clothes even in front of her Tommy, and this was even worse. He looks at me just the way Tommy does, she reflected in her confusion. Unconsciously, she tried to cover her partial nakedness with her hands, but it was useless, and finally she let her arms hang limp at her sides and stood docilely before his obviously lustful gaze.
"Linda…" Fred Furness began, his voice husky, his hand again closing firmly around her arm, drawing her toward him.
"No, please, don't," Linda protested as he tried to envelop her in a tight caressing embrace. Involuntarily her body stiffened and her heart began to thud uncomfortably in her rib cage as without another word, she jerked away from him and darted toward the bed, wishing as she flung herself onto the mattress that she could hide her body from him by pulling the covers right up to her chin.
Without wasting any time Furness stepped over to the bedroom door and opened it enough to let sounds in and out of the room, and then he quickly returned to the bed and lay down beside Linda. She shuddered slightly as he moved closer to her, but she didn't jump up and run away in fright as Fred had thought she might. Tentatively he laid his hand on her smoothly rounded shoulder as if to calm and reassure her that they were doing only what they had to do to save their respective marriages.
Then Fred put his mouth close to her ear and whispered hoarsely. "Let's listen for her to come this way," he told her. "Then we'll have to put on some kind of convincing show."
Linda nodded her head dumbly and continued to stare at the ceiling, unable to keep from wondering if she were doing the right thing. After all, she had heard of tapes being rigged before with false voices by actors. What if that was what Fred Furness had done just to get her in this position with him?
Then suddenly all doubt was gone from her mind.
She heard the unmistakable sound of her husband Tommy's voice coming from another part of the apartment! She couldn't make out the words from where she was, but it was obvious that he was doing something to Fred's wife Grace and that he was enjoying it.
How could he! she thought to herself. Right in his best friend's apartment!
Fred had heard the sound too, and felt Linda's reaction beside him on the bed. He pretended to be shocked and surprised to learn that Tommy was in the other room with his wife, and growled into Linda's ear, "That shameless bastard is fucking my wife right now – in the kitchen!" He made a move as if to get up from the bed and go catch them in the act.
"No – wait!" Linda cried in alarm. There was no telling what would happen if Fred Furness should be confronted by the sight of his wife and Linda's husband actually engaged in the act of love. He might even completely lose control and God only knew what would happen then.
Furness let himself be pulled back down beside her, holding back as if reluctant to give in to the hand tugging at his wrist.
"Did you hear him?" he asked in an angry tone looking down at her tense young body in a distracted rage. "He's fucking my wife Grace!"
"Yes," she mumbled back, surprised at the way the lewd word strangely no longer offended her ears.
He stretched out beside her again and they lay absolutely still, staring at each other for a long moment, overhearing the increasingly passionate groaning and mewling voices echoing dimly from the other room. Suddenly Fred Furness' face hardened into a determined grimace and he seemed to come to a decision.
"Goddamnit, it's just not right! I believe in an eye for an eye, a fuck for a fuck. Why did this have to happen to me? I can't even get back at them!" he whispered roughly into her ear. Abruptly he pulled her onto her side so that they were facing each other, grinding his pelvis tightly into hers and sliding his hand down to the contoured roundness of her buttocks, forcing her loins to stay pressed against his.
Inevitably, he felt his cock jerking wildly and swelling with the engorging blood pumping hotly into it.
"Oh, no, God, no, we can't, we can't!" Linda whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to clamp itself against hers, forgetting for the moment that he had said he was impotent. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too much for her and she only succeeded in worsening her position, not daring to struggle too much or to cry out for fear of bringing attention to themselves. She had suddenly decided that she didn't want to even pretend that she and Furness were having a secret affair. She only wanted to get dressed and get out of there as soon as possible and leave the whole sordid sequence of events behind. She no longer believed she could look either Tommy or Grace in the face again without being filled with disgust, and she would never, never be able to let Tommy touch her again.
"Why not? Your husband's fucking my wife!" Furness growled, holding her body in contact with his in spite of her vain struggles to escape the vise-like grip of his arms.
"B-but you said you couldn't make love! You told me that was the reason why Grace got involved with Tommy in the first place," she pleaded, not comprehending. She couldn't help but notice the rigid shaft of insistently pulsating flesh pressing into the yielding firmness of her belly, and it suddenly dawned on her that, whatever was true before about his not getting an erection, he had one now and he wanted to put it up inside her unwilling vagina.
"Yeah," Furness snorted. "That's what I told Tommy, and he agreed to do me the favor of taking care of Grace for me – but that's all changed now. Feel that?" And before she could resist, he took her hand in his and relentlessly forced it down between their bodies on the bed, uncoiling her fingers and wrapping them around the thick throbbing rod still inside his shorts.
"Oh, please. Please don't do it to me!" she cried, tears again bubbling to her eyes. He was much stronger than she and had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. There was no chance that her husband Tommy would come to her aid even if she should call out to him. He would only think they had been up to something all along without his knowledge.
Her body stiffened as she felt Fred Furness begin massaging the taut trembling cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins still tighter against his. As he ground against her, his mouth now locked wetly to her tightly compressed, resisting lips, she gasped and held her breath. The frightened young wife managed to pull her hand away from the fleshy shaft, but now the pulsing thick hardness of his penis in his shorts was grinding into her genitals – and inexplicably she could feel a tingling sensation down there, a gradual moistening of the narrow band of nylon pressing into the quivering vaginal slit up between her thighs. Sudden uncontrolled sensations began to course through her body against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against it with all her strength.
Through the rushing noises filling her confused mind, she heard the occasional high-pitched whine of Grace's voice intermingled with lower guttural grunting and moaning noises spilling out of Tommy's throat. She could feel Fred's insistent moist tongue thrusting again and again against her compressed lips as it tried to force its way into her mouth, flicking and lashing like a serpent striking from the wet cavern engulfing her lips. Her body pitched and writhed against his like a trapped animal trying desperately to escape, but his harsh fingers began nipping and teasing at her turgidly erect nipple through the thin cloth of her brassiere, and the lewdly persistent hardness of his penis kept on rubbing into her loins, bringing further soft moans of helpless submission from deep in her chest. The thought of her very helplessness and of her husband a few yards away in the kitchen making love to another woman were too much for her tortured mind.
Furness made a long slow, sweeping motion of his hand over the roundly curving contours of his blonde neighbor's body from her thigh all the way up over the voluptuous swell of her hips and buttocks to the resilient firmness of her breast, finally pulling his open mouth away from hers. "God, you're really built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this swap."
Linda turned her face into the bedspread, her long blonde hair falling to cover it from his view, whimpering as she felt the lewdly delicious feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. It had suddenly dawned on her that this whole thing had been planned very carefully for this moment, but the realization of what was going on had come too late.
Her body jerked slightly as she felt Fred's fingers hooking under the clasp of her brassiere, and she moaned trying again to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the strange sensations still building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you good. That'll teach you to treat me like some kind of low-life slob," he growled, grinning triumphantly as he finally succeeded in undoing the clasp holding her brassiere. "And I'll be returning the favor to your husband at the same time."
Linda gasped again and held her breath, instinctively thrusting her breasts tightly against his chest to prevent his pulling away the now uselessly dangling brassiere. But nothing could stop him now, and an electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her legs as she felt him slipping a finger slowly but surely under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back from him a little, whimpering helplessly as the tip of his finger found her narrow sensitive pussy-slit and gently thrust up into it, parting the soft pubic curls and making sudden maddening contact with the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire coursing through her body, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back me groan of pleasure building up unbidden in her chest. She couldn't make a sound, couldn't let Fred know he was having such an effect on her, couldn't broadcast her presence to the wanton couple in the other room.
"Spread your legs a little, baby," Furness ordered. "I want 'em open wide."
"Oh God, please don't, please don't make me," Linda begged. "Not while Tommy is in there."
"Too late now, baby," Furness said with a cold cruel grin playing across his lips. He knew now that this would be the worst humiliation she could suffer at his hands, and the realization increased his anticipation twice as much. It would do his heart good to know she would suffer more from his violation of her innocence because of her husband's presence. "This is what I've been waiting for, and I'm not going to let all my plans go down the drain. Besides, Tommy's out there balling my wife. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?" he added.
"You mean you thought all this out before?" The brutal realization that she had been led into this like a naive young school girl suddenly hit her with all the impact of a sledgehammer.
"Hell, yes," he gloated proudly. "You don't think that fool husband of yours would have had the gumption to seduce my wife on his own, do you? No, baby, it was your sweet little ass that got him where he is now and nothing more. And I intend to get a lot out of you for it." Abruptly he let go of her and got up, slipping his shorts down at the same time.
"Now it's game time, baby. Get naked," he commanded, a cruel glint in his eyes that told her he meant what he said.
Linda stared across the room in disbelief. She had been trying to hold the loose brassiere in place with her hands, but when he stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out toward her from beneath his slight paunch, she unconsciously let the garment fall away from her shoulder.
Furness glared hungrily at the exposed whiteness of her vibrantly out-thrust breasts with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over his hard bulbous cock-head.
"Like that, honey?" he smiled, enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. "Bet your husband never had anything like that to shove up in you," he continued, sadistically, enjoying the horrified girl's torment, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her face. Linda tried to speak in protest, but she was completely frozen on the bed as she watched him lewdly stroking himself before her. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the rigid fleshy penis he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing up inside her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the menacing hardness of his still swelling cock brought to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her.
"D-don't touch me," Linda finally managed to stammer through her immobilizing fear, her voice a husky whisper over which she had no control. She knew she could never escape him now – he was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
"Are you going to take off those panties, or do I have to do it for you?" he snarled, reaching out a threatening hand.
Linda mustered all her strength and will power and made a desperate lunge, vainly attempting to duck under his arm and run for the door. But he was too fast for her, and she felt his vise-like grip clamp around her wrist and jerk her up into a standing position between Furness and the bed. She stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing else she could do against his strength and determination. She was completely at his mercy to do with as he wished. Her brassiere was hanging loose from her upper arms, useless below her ripely rounded breasts, and he reached out with his other hand and lightly removed it, dropping it carelessly to the floor beside them.
Then he suddenly without warning jerked her hard against him, cupping her face in his palms. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers, this time thrusting his tongue deep up into the depths of her mouth before she had time to clamp her teeth together.
Linda stood limply in front of him now, feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the yielding softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from him flickered through her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. "I'm going to do it to you nice and easy."
The aghast young bride's eyes closed to blot out the horror and ugliness of it all. She was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around her rib cage to fondle and pinch lightly at the resilient roundness of her sensitive heaving breasts, holding her in place by pulling at the pinkly erect nipples. She heard him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he explored them with his fingertips, and then his lips left her mouth as he dropped down before her. She swayed above him, her eyes still closed as he took first one, and then the other sensitive nipple in his hotly working mouth, his nibbling teeth sending surprising chills running up and down her spine. Her breath was coming in great gasps now, as she struggled to keep from fainting and falling backward onto the bed, and then she felt his fingers hooking in the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and slowly pulling downward.
She sucked in breath to fill her lungs and then held it, tightly clenching her upper thighs together to prevent him from totally exposing her most secret parts to his eyes. But he pulled the panties slowly down over the quivering smoothness of her fully rounded buttocks, and when they caught at the juncture of her pressed-together thighs, he gave one swift downward jerk, ripping the flimsy material into useless shreds.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked like a vestal virgin before an altar of sacrifice in times of old, except that before her on his knees she could hear him panting in lustful jubilation. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips slip wetly down over her quivering belly and then press tightly into her defenselessly naked flesh, his tongue boring like an obscene worm into her navel. The sudden indecently darting contact sent another chill racing through her body and she automatically reached forward with her hands, locking them in his hair to keep from falling. Mistaking this for total surrender he dropped his lips to the "vee" up between her marble-white thighs, spreading the soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.
Linda jumped from the sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris, losing her balance and falling backward toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Fred Furness leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the wriggling insides of her straining thighs and held her as she landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled to close them but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him now kneeling on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proud upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly trembling flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete as she watched his tongue slowly circling his thick sensual lips in preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the softly quaking flanges of her cunt. Then, with a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs he drew the pink outer folds slowly apart, exposing the moist inner mouth to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan he dropped his head to bury the full length of his darting slippery tongue snakelike up into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.
She jerked, a soul-shattering moan escaping from deep in her chest, her buttocks grinding down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret almost virginal genitals.
"Oh God! Ooooooh, oooooh!" she whimpered before his depraved attack, her head up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head began to rock up and down in greedy feast between her legs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless cunt, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing.
Once more she desperately tried to squirm free, but Furness' fingers held her relentlessly, pressing hard into her thighs, holding the unprotected plane of her nakedly spread vagina open wide to his unnatural attack.
"Nooooo… oooooo God…" she moaned again as he slipped his hotly probing tongue over the full length of her instinctively cringing vaginal slit, unable to understand the weird, almost delicious sensations he was causing to rise obscenely inside her. She held her breath as his tongue continued its salacious illicit exploration of her cringing cunt, dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, searching in the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her innocence by teasing her moistly pulsing flesh.
"Now that's not so bad, is it baby?" Furness leered up at her from his position down between her trembling thighs, stopping his oral rape of her inexperienced vagina for a moment. Linda didn't give him an answer, though something deep inside her had to almost agree, and when, a second later, he dropped his head back down again, it was almost with a sense of profound relief that she felt his slithering tongue recommence its wanton probings. He positioned himself between her lewdly outstretched legs, licking and sucking at the moist slit, beginning to stab at the enticing furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking with his greedily prodding tongue, swirling and rotating around in the soft wet folds of quivering cuntal flesh. Linda moaned, her body trembling as her almost virginal pussy adjusted to the alien touch of the tireless tongue maddeningly twisting around her now hotly burning pussy.
Fred Furness' hands reached up over the white flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the upthrust softness of her breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like in hungry subjugation at the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of total abandoned surrender he knew were sure to come.
Linda was sobbing helplessly under his attack, and then suddenly, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, she felt her body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"Oh no! No! I can't!" she cried out into the room, the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hitting her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but of the more frightening and shameful awareness that her body was now enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness, but it was a losing battle as Fred Furness mouthed and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured confused mind – the dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly convulsed spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue, her hands curling down into his hair with a low, soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband in the other room, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Fred sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin thrust his relentlessly ministering tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath of her vagina where he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. She was his now, he gloated to himself, watching excitedly the pained pleasure contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with growing excitement, until he rammed it deep up into that white little belly of hers and shot his hotly spewing sperm all the way up in this tight steaming pussy. By God she wasn't too good for him anymore. She was just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get up between her widespread thighs.
Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right… and get it good.