Every thrust of his big plunging honker was lifting her little ass several inches off the cushion. She had never taken such a delicious battering in her life.
The lurching girl wasn't prepared for the intense orgasm that enveloped her. The moment she felt his white-hot semen gushing against her grasping cuntal walls, she exploded into a climax that was so intense it frightened her. Never had she experienced such exquisite pleasure. She lurched and writhed against him for several minutes as wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy washed through her shuddering body.
"My God," the exhausted girl gasped a few minutes later as she stared at his thick soft penis flopped over his hairy leg. A sticky rivulet of semen was still clinging to the end of the big monster.
"Thank you, Tony," she whispered. "Thank you very much."
"You're some hot bitch, once you get fired up," he smiled.
Lying completely relaxed, for the first time in years, Jan watched the man slowly getting dressed.
"Will I see you again?" she finally asked.
"Sure," he grinned, "just call me the next time your horny little cunt starts itching for a good fuck."
"Where can I reach you?" asked Jan.
"Just call me at the Wagon Wheel Tavern," he grinned. "I hang around there almost every afternoon. If I'm not busy servicing another broad, I'd be glad to come over and take care of you."
"Thank you," she answered with a hurt expression on her face.
"Don't forget," he smiled as he opened the door. "It's the Wagon Wheel Tavern."
It was only after Tony had gone that the enormity of the vile affair filled her mind. The girl couldn't comprehend how she, Jan Wilson, could have participated in, and even enjoyed, the debauchery that she'd shared with a crude, loathsome stranger.
Sitting completely naked in the living room, her exhausted body glistened with perspiration as she watched a trickle of sticky semen oozing out of her tender, swollen cunt. She couldn't believe that it had been deposited in ther body by a stranger's big cock.
Shuddering with revulsion, she walked into the bathroom to shower and cleanse her ravished body. Even after several minutes under the scalding shower, the girl still felt filthy, both inside and out. How could she ever face Ted after what she had done this afternoon? She tried to rationalize that the man had physically forced himself on her, but she couldn't explain away the fact that she'd enjoyed it, had actually begged for more. God, how she dreaded facing her husband when he came home. She wondered how she could ever let her husband touch her defiled body after she'd indulged in such a filthy affair.
Waiting for her husband to return, she mixed herself a very dry martini, something she rarely did when she was alone.
Later that afternoon, as he drove his car into the driveway, Ted Wilson noticed the red-haired teen-ager standing on her front lawn.
"Hi!" she called to him as he got out of his car.
"Hello," he smiled, watching her saunter over to him in a pair of shorts and T-shirt. The way her big luscious boobs rolled around under the shirt, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'm Becky Adams," she smiled, walking up to him. "I'm your new neighbor."
"Y-yes," he stammered, "I've seen you around."
"And I've seen you," she half smiled, brazenly staring down at his crotch. "I've seen a lot of you."
They both knew that she was referring to the morning they had both masturbated in full view of each other.
"I'm Ted Wilson," he stammered, looking into her big saucy eyes. Her moist, baby-soft lips were smiling up at him as she teasingly flicked them with her tongue. He had never seen such a brazen, lovely little face in his entire life. She looked even younger up close, but every movement of her animated face and body exuded sex.
"Hi, Ted Wilson," she smiled, reaching up and brushing her lush red hair back from her face. Raising her arm, the girl's T-shirt pulled up, exposing the dimpled navel in her smooth little belly.
"It's certainly nice to have such a lovely little lady for a neighbor," he grinned with embarrassment.
"Thank you, and I hope we see a lot of each other," she giggled, boldly looking down at his crotch again as she walked away.
Ted stared at her cute young ass until she disappeared around the corner of her house.
Jan was sitting on a sofa sipping her second martini when Ted entered the house, his thoughts still on the little teen-aged prick-teaser.
"Hi, honey," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Looks like the cocktail hour is early this evening."
"I just felt like a drink," she grinned, the gin having started going to her head. "Let me fix you one."
"Thanks," he replied, dropping into a chair, his thoughts still on the child next door. He knew that he would never touch the youngster, but her brazenness certainly excited him.
During dinner, his cock gave a wild lurch every time he thought of little Becky Adams' soft lips. Jan was pleased that her husband was preoccupied with something else, as she was in no mood for conversation. Her thoughts were on nothing but the terrible affair she had indulged in during the afternoon. The girl actually loathed herself for the filthy, vile acts she had performed. How could she possibly allow her fine loving husband to touch her filthy defiled body again?
"Would you care for a brandy?" she asked her husband casually after dinner, hoping that the alcohol would numb her tortured mind.
"You're really hitting the sauce tonight," he smiled.
"I'm rather tired," she answered nervously.
"Okay," her husband continued, "I'd love a brandy."
Later that night when Ted suggested that they go to bed, Jan was half-smashed on the four brandies she'd consumed. Lying in bed, Jan was only dimly aware of her husband's presence as the warm alcohol surged through her veins.
Ted tried to sleep, but thoughts of the little red-headed prick-teaser had given him a powerful erection that made sleep virtually impossible. Knowing how sexually inadequate he'd been with his wife yesterday, he was at first reluctant to approach her. His painfully hard cock felt like it was ready to explode. Unable to control himself any longer, he reached over and drew his wife into his arms.
Half-numbed with brandy, Jan could feel his fiery prick burning against her stomach through the thin nightgown. She was filled with repugnance as she felt him lifting the hem of her nightie. Since that afternoon, the thought of sex had been sickening to the mentally tortured girl. She lay numbly in his arm as his free hand moved slowly up her inner thigh. She gave a shuddering lurch when his finger brushed against the swollen flesh of her ravaged cunt. The ruthless pounding of Tony's big cock had left her vagina tender and sore.
"Please, not tonight," she whispered.
"Oh, God," he sobbed, his throbbing cock aching for release.
Filled with remorse, Jan was aware that she shouldn't make Ted suffer for her filthy behavior. She knew it wasn't fair to reject him for her vile sins. She could tell from the heat and stiffness of his cock, that the man was aching to unload his sperm into her cunt, the same vile cunt that a loathsome stranger had filled with semen earlier that day.
Reaching over and gently taking his throbbing cock in her hand, she slid his foreskin up and down his excited shaft. A faint tingle rippled through her pussy as she unconsciously recalled the massive cock she'd been caressing earlier that day.
Finally releasing her husband's quivering prick, she spread her thighs and rolled him over on top of her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming with pain as his cock slid through the raw torn flesh of her swollen pussylips. As the flow of her cuntal juices mounted, the lubricating fluids began easing the pain. When at last he'd fully penetrated her, she recalled how Tony's big bloated cock had so completely filled her grasping fuckhole. Rememerbering how deliciously it had pressed out against her widely stretched cuntal walls, Jan unconsciously screwed her cunt up tighter against the base of her husband's stiff prick.
In the darkness of the room, Ted could visualize Becky Adams' soft little mouth smiling up at him as she squirmed her juicy young cunt around the base of his trembling cock. He could see her lustrous red hair flowing across the pillow while she cradled his naked body between the soft flesh of her bare thighs.
Thinking of the young prick-teaser, he began wildly thrusting his raging cock in and out of his wife's slippery cunt. Knowing he couldn't last much longer, he pounded faster and faster, eager to fire out the big load of semen that was screaming to be released.
Frantically clutching to her plunging husband, Jan was remembering how Tony's cruel big honker had ripped through her trembling flesh that afternoon. Thinking about the crude boy's massive cock seemed to stimulate Jan. She felt the excitement rising higher and higher in her body as she thought about Tony's big thick sinewy shaft.
"That's it, baby!" she suddenly squealed. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"