The white convertible turned into the alleyway that led to the Richards' suburban home. Martin turned off the lights as he guided the sleek '68 model car along the narrow roadway until they were behind her house. She lay half lifeless on the seat beside him.
Her tears had dried streaks of mascara on her cheeks. She had cried for most of the ride until finally no more tears would come. No matter what had been going wrong between she and Greg, it was no reason for infidelity. Her mind was made up. She would tell Martin that the mistake would not happen again. She would not tell Greg, and beg, if she had to, for Martin not to disclose what had happened. With this new understanding, perhaps both the Kelly's and the Richards could work out their marital problems. She had no fear. Firm in her convictions, she felt like Joan of Arc, ready to do battle for what she believed was right. There was no other course.
"Wake up," Martin told her. He was unaware that she only feigned sleep. "You're home now. Wake up, Janet."
She turned and shook her head as if to thrust the sleep from her foggy mind. Rather than talk on the drive home, she had pretended to pass out. It saved unnecessary talking and had given her the time she needed to think.
"I'm awake, Martin," she said as he got out of the car and walked to the other side to let her out. "You don't have to walk me to the door. I'm fine. Besides, there is something I want to tell you now. If we can get this straight, then there will be no problems."
"You can tell me inside," he said as he opened the screen door, taking the key from her hand and unlocking the door. "What we need is some hot coffee if we plan to talk."
"No, Martin, really…"
"You're not going to say no to me now, are you?" he said, almost pushing her inside with his hand. He looked for a moment for the illuminated night switch, then flicked it up. The fluorescent lights flickered hesitantly before sharing their energy with the rest of the room.
Janet did not want him in the house. This was her refuge from Martin and the outside world. It belonged to her and to Greg. "Martin, please, not tonight."
"I like mine black," he said curtly, walking through the swinging door to the living room as though he owned the house.
Janet stood in the glaring light for a moment, not knowing what to do. Perhaps, if she gave him the coffee, she could make him understand. She turned, looking for the coffee, but could not remember where she kept it in her own kitchen. Get a hold on yourself, she thought, as tears started to fill her weary eyes again. How am I going to do anything if I fall apart. Where is the coffee? The white canister stood where it always had on the counter next to the built-in range.
She walked to the counter and removed the wooden lid. Automatically she scooped six tablespoons of the freshly ground beans into the clean white pot. Staring at the percolator she became impatient that it would not perk immediately. This is ridiculous, she thought. I'm standing in my own kitchen making coffee for a man who has just screwed me in his hopped up automobile, a man who is supposed to be my husband's best friend, and now I've used him, and he is going to think it represents something more. Why must I have these problems? Not even the damn coffee pot will work right. What is becoming of me. Am I so rotten as to hurt Martin as well as Greg? Please hurry, coffee!
Her hair was tangled and she tried to straighten it. The image reflected in the glass door of the oven was one of a woman who did not deserve the good life she had, she thought. I look like a whore, and now I'm beginning to feel like one. But I'll find a way out, I just have to. The coffee started to boil over. It had been perking too long.
"Where's my coffee," Martin shouted just before she swung open the kitchen door and entered the room. Martin was sitting on the overstuffed couch in front of the stone fireplace. He had built a fire that was already roaring. He was looking through a new woman's magazine that Janet had purchased the day before.
"These women's magazines are unbelievable," he said smiling almost contemptuously at her as she crossed the room. "There is more sex and sex problems in this single issue than anyone would ever suspect of finding in Lady Chatterly's Lover. It's no wonder that women can think of nothing else to talk about, except their sex lives, or the sex lives they wished they had. I probably would too if I read this kind of trash all the time."
"That's not so," she said, finding that she was defending herself. She wanted to get to the point and make things clear to Martin. Confession was supposed to be good for the soul. She wanted to tell him that she had used him. Perhaps, he would understand. He must understand, she thought. He's too kind, too intelligent not to.
"Those magazines have good advice, Martin. Maybe if more women read them, and maybe men, too, you and I wouldn't have the marriage problems we do," she said, handing him a cup of hot black coffee. "Thank you. Here, have some of this," he said, pulling the leather covered flask from his pocket. "I saved some for us."
"No, Martin, I can't," she protested as he poured a shot into her cup. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Martin. What happened tonight was a horrible mistake. It just can't be allowed to happen again."
"A mistake. Who the hell are you trying to kid. I'm not a school boy, young lady. You practically raped me on the dance floor, and certainly didn't object when we drove to Mulholland. Now you are going to try to tell me it was a mistake? What's the matter, didn't you like it? Say no to that and you take the cake as liar of the year."
"Martin, we were drunk…"
"Oh, hell, who are you trying to kid. You were as horny as a Goddamn bitch in heat."
"Please," she said. "Try to listen. I don't want you to misunderstand. You must believe me. I…"
"Drink your coffee. We came inside for coffee didn't we?" he said. "Don't shake your head. Drink your coffee!" Janet obeyed. His tone frightened her, and she picked up the cup, sipping at the laced drink. Surprisingly the liquor he had poured into the cup wasn't bitter at all. It added a little something to the taste, more of a tang, than an alcoholic taste. She took a big gulp. Martin smiled.
"Martin, I was going to try to make Greg jealous. I wanted to use you. I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it to go so far. I-I just got carried away."
Martin laughed. He spilled some of his coffee. Use me, he thought, that has got to be the ultimate. She wanted to use me. He couldn't stop laughing.
"What's so funny? What did I say, Martin? I didn't mean to hurt you." His laughter increased to an almost roar. "Stop it! Please stop it!" she screamed.
He settled down for a moment, still smiling his contemptuous smile. Neither said anything for almost a minute. Janet was terrified at the grin on his face. For the first time since she had known Martin, she was aware that there was more to his smile than mirth. "Why-why were you laughing at me?" she asked.
"I suppose you could call it a private joke. I've never been used by a woman before, not to go to bed anyway."
Janet sipped at her coffee. She was beginning to feel slightly dizzy again. The movements in the room were slowing down. The fire made it much too hot for her. She wanted to hurry and undress upstairs and climb into bed. The thought of bed unexpectedly excited her.
"I told you," she said. "I didn't want it to go that far."
"Sure you did. But do you think for one minute that I'm going to believe you. You work well, and fast. I never saw a woman so eager to fuck."
"Martin!" she exclaimed, unable to say any more. The word had shocked her, but the thought it conjured only excited her. She could not understand the sudden erection of her nipples as he had said it. She was afraid of the eyes that looked intently at her.
"What do you plan to do, Janet? Tell Greggy boy that his little wife took his best friend out and screwed him in his car like a teenager?" he said, his grin widening. "No, I don't think you will. I'm still his best friend, and a deceitful man would believe a friend before he would believe a deceitful wife."
"What do you mean deceitful man?"
"For Chrissake, don't tell me you don't know that your precious husband is a thief."
"What? You're wrong. You're lying, Martin. Why? Stop it. Please don't."
"He didn't tell you, did he?" Martin said, knowing that she was innocent of her husband's wrong-doings. "How do you think that you can afford this nice house, or the new car or the color television and stereo? Do you think Greggy boy did it all with his own little hands. Well, on second thought, he did," he laughed again, "but with sticky fingers."
He watched her shocked look. Tears streamed down her already tear stained face in long black streaks from her mascara. Impossible! she thought. Greg would never lie to me. He would never steal. Martin watched her for a moment. "Your display of loyalty and shock is touching, but entirely useless. If you didn't know before that he was stealing, then I'm doing you a favor by showing you that your husband is a man you can't trust to tell you his most important secret, the one that is haunting him, keeping him out of your bed. But then, he may have found another bed more to his liking. If he could lie to you about this, he could certainly lie to you about screwing another woman."
"Please," she sobbed. "It's not true! I know it's not!"
He ignored her plea. "I can prove every word of it, at least about the embezzlement. And if I tried hard enough, I could probably find a mistress of his somewhere in town. I know him well enough. Probably better than you do."
Janet absorbed his words slowly, one at a time. The drug had already taken effect, accenting his usual precise speech and manner. He took another sip of coffee. "He can't trust himself, how will he be able to trust you either." He said. "Imagine the look on his face if he had seen us in the car."
"Oh, Martin, how could you? I thought you were so…"
"So sweet? Wasn't that what you said earlier? It's about time you learned that there is very little in this world that is sweet, starting now."
Janet could not comprehend the full impact of what had happened to her in the last few minutes. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress, whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, but she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.
"Do you think you could afford to expose us to Greg? Would it be worth his life in prison to you? You are going to do everything I tell you Janet, and without delay. If not, Greg will spend the best years of his life in jail."
"Martin…" she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Darleen? she'll find out sooner or later."
"You still haven't caught on, have you? Darleen knows all about this tonight. Do you think she could get a headache after spending half the day getting ready to go out with us. Not on your life. She was out getting herself screwed half silly, just like you. The only difference is, she'll never see him again. But I plan to see a great deal of you."
Janet sat motionless as he moved across the couch to her. Her coffee was gone and the drug held her in complete submission to whatever would be demanded of her.
"I'm going to see a lot more of you," he said. "Starting now."
"What do you mean?" she asked between the soft heaving sobs coming from her throat. The girl had begun to regain control, but still did not completely understand what he wanted of her. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind man she had thought still clouded her mental senses. She could not quite grasp what he wanted. Afraid to admit that he wanted her for a part time bed partner, she tried to find other solutions, but nothing would suffice.
"You're not stupid, Janet. Figure it out for yourself."
"You don't mean that you expect me to continue…"
"Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did, probably more. We can continue for a long time, with no annoyances from your husband. His mistake has become our good fortune. He can't object, and for his sake, neither can you."
It was true, she thought. There is no way out of this but if he will only leave now, I'll be safe until I can think of something.
"You're trembling. Are you afraid?"
Janet could not answer. Her voice was caught in her throat. Though she felt the heat from the fireplace, her body shivered with chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to Martin once. But the thought of his lovemaking moved another shudder through her body. She had enjoyed it. There remained no doubt of that. Martin was more experienced than Greg. He knew how to make her feel like a woman wanted to feel. But… The nagging fear, the strict Midwestern upbringing, the morals of a church centered society still plagued her. She was married to Greg for better or worse. I just can't, she thought. I just can't do it again with another man.
"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours." Martin said grinning lewdly and looking down at her exposed knees.
Janet reached nervously for the small pot trying to stall him off. "I don't mean coffee, baby, we're going upstairs, to bed. There's enough aphrodisiacs in the two cups that we've had to keep us going all night."
Janet recoiled at his words, she didn't know what to think. Had she really been drugged? Was all of this such an evil plan, that every detail had been taken care of. Janet suddenly realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of a drug, a horrible drug that took her control away.
Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying, so intriguing. "Let's go," he said. "I don't like to waste time."
The girl refused to stand and he pulled her to her feet. "We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that?" he said smiling. "I'm going to fuck you like never before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"
His words were true. She knew that he could do all that he said and the sounds that vibrated through her head as he spoke intensified the growing feeling inside her. She stood helpless as he turned her around and unfastened the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were in her purse, where she had put them after they had finished in the car. She was completely naked and exposed to the fire whose flaming warmth licked over the sensitive nerves of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her nipples rose at the sudden exposure to the air. She stared straight ahead as though in a trance as he surveyed her body. But, in spite of her immobility, she seemed to sense the physical presence of his eyes as they traveled over the whiteness of her body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.
Martin undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him. His penis was soft and swayed as he stepped toward her. That was the organ which had given her so much before, she thought. And now, it didn't seem to be what she wanted, but her body knew differently. A dampness swelled in her vagina lubricating her passage and softening the already soft, silken lips of her vulva.
"Upstairs," he commanded and her body obeyed mechanically. Her mind refused to follow his directions and with all the willpower that she could muster she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud. She was in a dream world, swaying with every motion. She felt his hand touch her soft, swaying buttocks as he followed her up the long staircase.
Janet stopped and turned on the stairs to look down at the man following behind her. She watched his large, still soft penis swing back and forth like a pendulum as he climbed the last two steps. Then, when his face was level with her loins, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her pubic mound. His lips seared lewdly through and into the nakedness of her overheated skin. She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her flesh and the goose bumps rise all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her body.
Oh no! I can't do this, she thought, helplessly, and turned panic-stricken to run into her private bedroom, seeking sanctuary. It was her domain, hers and Greg's. No one could intrude. It was her fortress, her castle, fortified with the strength of her love for her husband. Nothing could conquer that. She was safe! Safe!
But, a moment later, Martin entered the room. His smile was still bright, even in the dim light. He was a man sure of himself, sure in the knowledge that he could possess this girl anyway he wished and no one, particularly her, would stop him.
Janet dropped to the edge of the bed and watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she could retreat no further. There was no where else to go.
"I didn't know you were so anxious," he said, his lewd grin broadening. "I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us."
Janet sat looking at him. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands into the bed spread and spoke. "I can't do this, Martin. I don't care what the cost." But her words were soft. There was no authority and only a minor note of conviction. Janet knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warm. A fire was building down between her legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.
Martin walked toward her. Standing only a foot from her he held out his hand and touched her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingers. His large penis hung waiting, like a patient cobra between his legs. It was soft and heavy. "You've finished with your childish tantrum, I hope?" he questioned, knowing the answer in advance.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her head close to his hairy stomach. She could smell the odors from their sexual encounter an hour before and her heart began beating faster. Her fear was transforming to sexual excitement. "Suck it!" he commanded pushing her head lower to his penis. "I want it in that pretty little mouth now. Suck it!"
Janet was frightened at what he had said but her vagina involuntarily filled with more fluids as the lewd, obscene thought whirled around in her confused mind. She had read of felatio in some of the magazines, but never had tried it with Greg. It was too awful, too perverse! "I can't," she groaned, "please, Martin, don't make me do it. I just can't."
But the heavy hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft, smooth tip that hung a few tantalizing inches from her face.
Tears flowed from her eyes, across her cheeks to the skin of his abdomen. And slowly as though she were hypnotized, she took the cock in her hand, kissing gingerly. It wouldn't bite, she knew that, but it wasn't right, it wasn't human.
But, it was hot in her palm. "Suck it!" he commanded fiercely.
She hesitantly leaned forward and kissed the top of his penis, moving her mouth toward the end. The head was terrifying. Her fear was terrifying, but she must obey. There was no other way. She must obey Martin and the new, exciting craving deep within her belly.
Her lipstick covered lips opened slightly and the soft rubbery head slipped easily into her saliva filled mouth.
It was larger than the average man's, certainly larger than Greg's and it slowly began to grow even larger in her mouth. She didn't notice it at first as she sucked it gently and rubbed her tongue softly at the loose foreskin on the bottom. It grew more quickly as it filled with blood and Janet's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her wet, nibbling caresses. But, oh God, it was growing too fast. It would be too big for her mouth!
She started to release her grip on it, but he pulled her head back harder against him. The massive cock seemed almost white hot as it grew to its full size against her tongue, hard and throbbing. She could feel his quickened pulse as the great prick pulsated impassionedly in her mouth.
Unable to catch her breath, she gasped. She was choking on the massive flesh that reached back toward her throat, but Martin kept his grip on her head, and she found herself adjusting by necessity to the intrusion. Careful not to bite him, lest she incur his wrath, she slowly and deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back and forth.
"Use your tongue more, you hot little bitch," he growled down at her, his eyes locked lustfully on the top of her bobbing head as he watched the elastic flesh of her ovalled lips drawing out slowly and then sinking back inside again as she slid them forward.
Eager to please she began swirling her tongue around it as best she could as she sucked at him. Her head moved faster as it slid back and forth along the length of his cock, never allowing it to leave her mouth completely but always leaving a tiny fraction of an inch inside the shelter of the warm, moist cavern of lips.
Martin held his head back, no longer holding her head. He was still standing as she sucked him. The wetness of her mouth and the constant sucking had put him into a euphoria. He clenched his buttocks in rhythmic flexing movement, in tune with her head as it slid along the length of his huge cock.
"Hum," he commanded. The single word was enough for her to begin making a humming sound in her throat and nasal passages. She felt completely debauched. Not only must she suck this man but she must submit to his even more depraved demands. Tears filled her eyes as the sound of her humming grew louder in her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to stop and run out of her bedroom, out of the world.
But it was too late, for as she sucked and moved more and more, a new feeling was creeping into her mind. Urged by the needs of her body, and coupled with the sound of her voice, she felt a passion rising in her. She could feel every inch of the twitching cock in her mouth and the hair of his muscular thighs brushing against her breasts as she moved. Instead of revolting her, it suddenly became an object of desire. She began to suck harder, wanting more and more. There wasn't enough! Wasn't enough!
She could hardly keep her breath as she tried gasping for air, sucking all the time, working at her salivic glands trying to get more moisture into her mouth. She wanted it wetter, hotter! She wanted him to come in her mouth, filling her with the white hot fluids she now felt she could not live without! She wanted to be debauched and used as she had never been before! Oh God, she wanted it!
Above the sound of her sucking and humming she could hear Martin gasp. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth hurting him as she sucked, but she wanted him to cum, to cum now. Her own fires burned hotter between her legs. Her free hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her vagina. Quickly she inserted a finger and began finger fucking herself to the rhythm that her mouth was beating on his cock.
Martin's gasp changed. "Aaarrgggghhhhh," he moaned aloud as the dam behind his balls broke. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her mouth as the hot liquid fluids spurted deep into her throat, spewing more and more of his cum. She was nearly choking, trying to swallow the thick, warm liquid as it filled her mouth, bloating out her cheeks almost to the bursting point.
He relaxed momentarily, but let her continue sucking him. His cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax. He grabbed it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick, wet sucking noise.
"That's mine," he said. "You let me take care of that. Do you want me to suck you or fuck you?" he grinned down lasciviously, enjoying the torture he was putting her aroused body through. But, his friend's wife was too excited to do anything but suck at his now deflated cock. He pulled her head away, a thin trail of sperm following from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She needed his cock so badly and it was soft. She leaned forward to put it back between her parted, sperm glistening lips. She wanted it hard, and hard now.
"Answer my question," he hissed, lifting her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed eyes. "Shall I eat you or fuck you? Make up your mind, bitch!" He knew that for the moment with his deflated cock he could never enter her, but he taunted her with the cruel words of hope.
"Lay back on the bed, if you won't answer me," he said, and watched her roll over flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her hips grinding hungrily down into the softness of the mattress, her open vagina pointed directly at him. "Tell me you want it," he said, his grin widening at her helpless need.
"I want it," was all she could murmur in her agony of desire.
"Not that," he yelled. "Tell me the words. Say what you want, you horney bitch. Tell me you want to be suck and fucked!"
"Yes, please… Please fuck me, suck me, anything, just do it to me! Now, please!" she begged, her head lolling helplessly from side to side on the mattress.
Janet could not believe her own words. She had never ever consciously said words like that before, but he was forcing her now. Each time he spoke something more cruel was done to her. She knew she would never ever be the same again. How could she face herself after saying them. He mind whirled in a haze. Tears of confusion, shame and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her belly needed quenching. "Please," she cried unashamedly, "Please fuck me. Ooooohhh, please!"
Martin was smiling again. This was exactly what he had wanted. With her so excited, so confused he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He kneeled on the bed and she put her arms up to pull him onto her, but his cock wasn't hard yet. He would worry about that later.
He picked up her right foot in one hand and kissed the bottom. A chill ran up her leg like a zipper opening every pore on her thigh. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of her very being.
Carefully, slowly, he kissed at her foot, moving slowly to her ankles, then up her leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had never sucked Greg, he, too, had never eaten her. He had tried to kiss her around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last minute, her puritanical upbringing triumphing over her desire but all that was forgotten now.
Now she reached down to grab Martin's hair and pull him faster to the open, pink lips of her throbbing pussy but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his own speed until a seeming eternity later she could feel the beat of his breath tickling the soft, inner flesh of her thighs.
"Are you ready for this?" he grinned down between her legs. He delighted in teasing her and knew she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and she would turn into a raving maniac. "Yes, yes," she gasped, looking down between her breasts at his leering face. "Please, now suck it suck it good!"
Satisfied that she could take no more teasing for the moment he spread the soft hair-lined lips with his fingers and flicked out his tongue at the swollen bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spreading her legs wider.
He flicked with his hardened tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the throbbing center of her pleasure.
Nothing was ever like this, she thought as her mind whirled in ecstasy. Her head thrashed back and forth. She breathed in gasps. It was almost too much. The pleasure bordered on pain. She wanted to climax, but was only at the brink, not able to bring herself over to the final culmination that she so desperately wanted.
He slid his tongue down the moist, hairlined furrow from her clitoris to the opening of her pulsating cunt and thrust it into the warm, wet channel as far as he could. "Oh, oh, ooohhh," she cried. "Harder, harder." He continued licking her, pushing his tongue in to the smooth, slippery walls as far as it could go.
His hands clenched at the cheeks of her ass and a single finger slid its way across the milky white flesh to the rubbery ring of her anus. He probed at the opening softly and she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what was about to come.
"Don't stop," she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. He was hard and wanted to put his tremendous tool to use again. His finger remained for a moment toying with her anus. Then he ordered, "Turn over."
No, she thought, as she struggled to roll her body over as he had commanded. He can't be, he isn't! Knowing that Martin would go to any length to humiliate her further, she was afraid of what might happen. She and Greg had always had sex in the male superior position with no variations. Now what was to happen? Her mind, fogged by the drug and the lusting minutes that his tongue had played in her fiery vagina could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said.
"Spread your legs," he commanded harshly as he massaged the soft yielding flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread them apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her anus. She clenched the muscles that controlled her sphincter tightly. He bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue to the virgin anus and licked at it gingerly for a moment.
Oh my God, she thought. He was going to do it. Please… "Please, no," she whimpered down into the bed spread. "Not that." But he ignored her and pushed against her thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her legs were wet with her own excited fluids of near orgasm. He smiled noticing the liquid remnants of the extreme pleasure that he was giving her before. Now, now he would do something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not even her husband.
He slipped his finger along the soft crevice between her buttocks until it reached her anal opening. He probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, clenching her buttocks as tight as she could. "Please, no," she cried again. "It's wrong. It's wron… arrggghhh," she moaned as he pushed his finger into the tiny, rubbery opening up to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought, as he watched his hand and her squirming bottom as he pushed his finger further and further up into the resisting channel. Then with a final thrust all the way to the hilt until his palm pressed flat into the soft, flaccid cheeks of her ass. "Ooowwweeee," she moaned. "It hurts. Stop, please stop!"
"Quiet, sweetheart," he told her. "You've had nothing yet."
There was a cruel, unyielding relish in his voice as he began to rotate his finger deep around inside to loosen the passage. He could feel the soft, buttery smoothness in her rectum as he skewered her like an animal and his grin widened more at the lewd thought of taking her there. But to Janet, writhing beneath his hand, it felt as though her whole backside was pierced with pain. It seemed like he was going to tear her open. And… a moment later in her confusion she thought his finger had grown larger, but with a piteous moan realized that he had slipped a second finger into her back passage.
She was sobbing openly now, blubbering wetly like a child. The pain tore at her insides like a hot probing poker. Her frustration at being able to do nothing to stop this man built a rage in her, a rage that would know no normal release. But there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Satisfied that the opening was primed for him, Martin removed his fingers. He's through, she thought. He's not going to do it. Oh, thank God, thank God! She breathed a long sigh of relief hoping perhaps she had satisfied his perverted desires. Maybe he would leave her alone for the rest of the night. Though she was still in need of climax, she could do that herself after he had left. The aphrodisiac still had its hold on her, but not enough, she thought, to overcome the hurt and humiliation of his perversion. Her attention centered on the furnace in her vagina in an effort to ignore the pain that still permeated her behind.
Martin repositioned his body. His weight shift on the bed had not been noticed by the girl. She had no idea what he was going to do until suddenly she felt his long, overheated cock sliding up the crevice of her buttocks toward her anus.
"You're going to like this," he said, waking her from her fantasy. "It'll only hurt for a minute."
Her eyes were wide open in terror as she heard his words and felt his great massive prick probing at the tight, puckered opening of her rectum. This was the ultimate submission, the ultimate disgrace. She had been used by this man in the worst ways she could have imagined, and now he would do this to her, push his huge cock deep into her rectum where not even her husband had done it to her before.
He nudged the weapon forward slightly and she tried to clench the muscles tighter but failed. His warming up exercise had left the muscle tired and useless… "Aaaarrrggggghhhhhh, it hurts," she screamed as the rubbery red crown of his cock wormed its way into her forbidden passage. "No, no, no!" she sobbed, begging him to stop.
But it was no use and she knew it. The fiery dagger was forcing its way further and further into her and there would be no respite. The pain raked her insides and she started to pass out, but a last ounce of courage kept her conscious. If she would suffer this, then she must suffer it. But, oh God, she thought, her brain screaming inside her head, it hurts, it hurts so…
The change came suddenly. No longer the pain, no longer the torment. The shock, the newness had turned to a sudden, almost masochistic pleasure. The borderline between pain and pleasure had disappeared. They were one to the young woman whose tear-drenched face was turned into the pillow while her husband's best friend ground his cock in long easy thrusts down into her widely stretched rectum.
The red hot crown of his cock rubbed against her insides, caressing the hitherto untouched flesh. Visions of unseen places and pleasures flashed through her mind. She was rocking on a sea of passion, rolling with each wave as he pushed at her. She responded, lifted her bottom higher, then pushed backward to slap her buttocks hard against his driving pelvis as he rammed into her.
"Oooh, oooh, oooh," she grunted, beads of perspiration pouring heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they worked harder into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to the finish first. Her final subjection to his depraved desires had become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being used as she had never thought possible, and she liked it! She liked it! He forced her to do as he wished and she wanted it no other way. She knew that there were endless possibilities for them now. There was no thought of her husband, Greg, or anything else that had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the moment had overtaken her. Bodily pleasure was all she craved and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all!
Martin could hold back no longer. The scraping of his cock along the sides of her overheated rectum were taking their toll. He had nearly split her open. Her small ringing squeals of pain and pleasure testified to that. But his concern was no longer for forcing her to do what he wanted for he was rapidly approaching the end.
He could feel the doors that held his climax unlock. The pressure behind them was too much. The first spasm of orgasm unleashed itself in his balls as the white hot sperm swarmed through his passage. He jerked back. "Now," he yelled to the ceiling. "Now, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnnggggg!" And the white hot jets of cum shot from his cock like a blasting rocket.
The hot, fiery liquid spewed into Janet's lasciviously rotating rectum in wet, streaming torrents the sperm easing his last dying thrusts. She felt as if her insides were being filled with hot, thick cream, the same cream that she had swallowed only a few short minutes before and, with each slowing thrust of his cock, it forced his semen deeper and deeper up inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of orgasm.
Unbelieving, she screamed, "Aaarrrggghhhhhh," as she pushed hard back into him again. It felt like a thousand hornets were stinging at her as the muscles of her stomach and lower abdomen contracted, then like a huge serpent, rose up and struck at its unseen victim. "I'm cumming," she howled. "I'm cummmiinnnnnggggg," like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blinded by the awesome power of the ravaging climax.
Then with one final scream of never ending pleasure, Janet fell forward on the bed exhausted. The orgasm had left her almost senseless. Never before had she experienced such a total involvement in sex. But also, the end of the climax brought the end of her desire. The potion had been no stronger than to last until she had cum one time, and now it was drained from her body like everything else.
The pain returned to her anus where Martin's cock, still half-hard, rested. His penis was sore from the ravaging he had given her tight rear passage and gently he tried to pull it from her. But even though her passage was wet and lubricated with his sperm the pain remained. He would have to pull it out quickly, like removing a splinter. The faster he pulled, the faster the pain would cease.
With one mighty jerk he yanked the soft deflated member from her backside with a sudden wet, sucking noise. "Ooooooooh!" she groaned half consciously, tears flooding from her eyes. The final indignity, she thought hazily. She suffered with silent sobs as Martin rose from the bed and started to leave the room. He would have to dress downstairs in front of the fireplace. Her dazed mind barely heard his words. "You loved it, and you'll want it some more, won't you? In any way I want to give it to you," he gloated triumphantly, knowing what her answer had to be.
"Yes," she said limply, "I liked it, I loved it." She was astounded by her words. In the span of a few short hours, she was becoming a slave to this man who owned not only her body, but was bidding for her soul. She seemed to have no control to resist him. She knew that she would do anything he asked. She had no choice, it meant protecting Greg, it meant protecting her sanity. There was no other way.
She fell quickly into an exhausted sleep when he left the room to dress and take another swallow from the small, leather covered flask. He would need some more of the potion.
Darleen was expecting him at home.