A man in a raccoon costume was roller-skating around the stage and singing "Red Sails in the Sunset" in Pig Latin. As incredible as this sounds, what was even more incredible was that I was sitting there watching it of my own free will.
One of the panel of so-called celebrities gonged him and I felt a stabbing twinge of sadness. I was so depressed these days that rejection, even if it occurred on The Gong Show, stuck me like a knife. For a painful interlude there, I felt like I was the schnook in the ridiculous attire, being told that I wasn't wanted.
As another Gong Show contestant was hustled into the wings, I couldn't help feeling that my only companion, the television set, had betrayed me. At least when Let's Make A Deal had been on everyday nobody was rejected just for being a jerk. Now, on The Gong Show, all the misfits were receiving nothing but ridicule.
The Gong Show was almost over. A woman who had tap-danced underwater to "Fascinatin' Rhythm" was today's winner.
After a half-dozen commercials, a soap opera came on. I couldn't stand those things. Those people with all their problems-it was too much like real life.
Itching with frustration, I switched off the set and got up from my chair. Unfortunately I had nowhere to go but to a pile of dirty socks and underwear that needed washing, or a kitchen floor that needed something drastic done about its yellow waxy build-up.
I decided to pace for a while, smoke a few cigarettes, and try to burn away some of my tension. If I didn't calm down, I might do something desperate.
As I circled the living room, I found myself thinking about my husband. If only he would get a regular job instead of driving those damn cross-country trucks.
Although Ernie was gone sometimes for two or three weeks at a time, I was just supposed to carry on as though he came home every night at 5:30 like other men. When he did show up, he expected everything to be perfect. What if he got in off the road today? The house was a mess.
Over the years I had tried on more than one occasion to let Ernie know how I felt, but it always ended up in a shouting match. He never failed to remind me about all he'd done for me. "What haven't I bought you?" was how he always summed up h is side of the argument.
I couldn't deny that he was right, of course. Ernie was very generous with his hard-earned money. We had a house in the suburbs, and it was full of the latest gadgets. However, what my husband failed to understand was that none of it meant a thing to me.
For one thing I felt totally out of place in the suburbs. All of my neighbors had doctors, lawyers and businessmen for husbands-I felt embarrassed to admit that my husband drove a truck for a living. Consequently, I had no friends.
Now that she was growing up, my daughter was of no help either. Susan was a teenager now and had her own life. She seemed to want to be away from home as much as possible.
So most of the time it was just me, myself, and I. And, to tell you the truth, I was thoroughly sick of my own boring company.
When I was in the middle of my third cigarette, within minutes the doorbell rang. Even though it was undoubtedly just a salesman, I found myself excited. I was so bored that it would be a treat to talk to anybody from the outside world.
The guy standing at the door was a tall, handsome young man, probably in his early twenties. He was much handsomer than the usual run of door-to door salesmen.
"Hello there," he said with a smile. "My name is Brad Stevens and I represent the Mighty Atom Vacuum Cleaner Corporation."
"I already have a vacuum cleaner," I informed him.
"Not like the Mighty Atom," he grinned enthusiastically. "I guarantee you'll want to throw your present model away after you see a demonstration of the Atom. May I come in?"
Why not? I had nothing better to do. Besides, maybe I could get him to do some of my cleaning.
Once he was inside the door, Brad immediately went to work setting up his display model in the middle of my living room. I watched him intently not because I was interested in what he was selling, but because he was so good looking. It felt good being alone in the house with such a handsome man.
"Look at this section of carpet I've vacuumed," he said after scouring the area between my chair and the television set. "See how much brighter the natural color of the fabric is after just a few seconds of the Mighty Atom."
I pretended to be impressed, but that was only so he wouldn't leave. The only thing I was interested in was the company of the salesman, not his product.
Then he was eagerly showing me another feature of the Mighty Atom. "You just flip this switch," he pointed out, "and instead of sucking in, the hose blows out hot air. Perfect for drying your stockings and lingerie when you're in a hurry and it's raining outside."
When he insisted on a demonstration, I passively agreed.
"Feel that air," he said, holding the attachment out in front of him and pointing it at me after reversing the suction. "Isn't it something?"
Abruptly I felt a warm blast between my legs. When I looked down, I saw that my skirt was flying up around my thighs.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the salesman enthused. When I lifted my gaze to his face, I saw that his blue eyes were riveted to my exposed legs.
Immediately I blushed. In my usual apathy, I had not taken the trouble to put on any underwear when I'd dressed this morning. My skirt was within a couple of inches of the bush of my cunt, and there was nothing to stop this stranger from seeing it if I made a false move.
"Is there something wrong, ma'am?" he asked, still aiming the blast of hot air between my thighs.
"I-I think you'd better turn it off," I stammered self-consciously.
"Don't be embarrassed about me seeing your legs, ma'am," he startled me with his frankness.
"I-I beg your pardon."
"You have beautiful legs," he said with obvious sincerity. "I really enjoy looking at them."
"Please," I begged, but before I could stop him, he had raised his sights a few crucial inches. Now my hem was fluttering around my waist and the bearded triangle of my pussy was as obvious as the nose on my face.
I knew I should grab my skirt and pull it down, then order this impudent stranger from my house. However, this was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in weeks. The uncontrollable tingling between my legs told me so.
"I'll bet you get lonely sitting around here all day," the salesman stated as the hot air continued to blow my way.
"As a matter of fact I do," I admitted.
"I'll bet you were happy when I knocked on your door," he said demonstrating a keen understanding of the psyche of a bored housewife.
"Look, I'm satisfied with the vacuum cleaner I already have," I exclaimed, attempting to cut him off before things got out of hand. "And I have a dryer with a special delicate setting for my underthings."
"Is that where your panties are now?" he leered.
"No," I replied. "I just forgot to put them on this morning."
"I'm glad you did. Ordinarily, demonstrating vacuum cleaners can be a very uneventful job, even with a product as versatile as the Mighty Atom."
Now I panicked. It was clear that he was not about to back off.
To my surprise he switched off the motor and my skirt fell back into place. However, when I looked down and saw that the crotch of his pants was tautly bulging I was not so naive as to think that I was off the hook.
"Don't be afraid," he said, closing the gap between us and placing his open hands on my bra-less breasts. "You know you want it, don't you?"
"No, actually the vacuum cleaner I have has three years left on the guarantee," I lamely stated.
"You don't have to play games with me," he said. "I saw the way you checked out my crotch. You don't have to be ashamed that you want to make it with me."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I huffed, trying unsuccessfully to act as though the suggestion of his cock and balls was the last thing I had on my mind. In reality my brain was engorged with the burning image of a long, stiff prick and two throbbing testicles.
"Oh no, baby," he said with brazen confidence, "you've got it all wrong. There's no way you'd have answered the door with no panties on unless you were counting on the outside chance that ten inches of cock was waiting for you at the door."
Ten inches! My pussy started doing cartwheels. All of a sudden my crotch was dripping.
"You're telling me the truth when you say you're not interested in the Mighty Atom," he went on. "But that's only because you're so busy thinking about how much you want me to pick you up and take you into the bedroom and fuck you."
He pushed me back into my chair and lifted the bottom of my sweater. I didn't resist.
"No bra either," he grinned, just before my tits popped free. He gently grasped them, pushing them together so that he had both nipples ensnared in a single hand.
I was speechless. He manipulated me like I was his puppet, tossing my sweater to the floor so I was nude from the waist up. Below, my skirt was bunched again around my hips. My partially exposed cunt blazed like a piece of charcoal at the center of my itching thighs. A trickle of drool oozed from my slit, darkly staining the upholstery.
"Yeah, baby, you're ready for it, aren't you?" he whispered hotly in my ear. "You're like a bitch in heat. Your husband's been neglecting you, and you'll take it from anybody who's willing to unzip his pants."
In a wrenching insight I realized that the reason for my inability to reply was that what he was saying was true. In the last few years my sex-life with my husband had degenerated into something just this side of a big, fat zero. Ernie was on the road most of the time, and when he was home to fuck me it was just a crude slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing. More times than I cared to remember I wound up flat on my back with a pussyful of alien-feeling jizz, twitching with frustration, far short of having come myself.
"It's true, isn't it?" the salesman said, slipping a finger inside my twat and working it gently in and out. My cunt-lips instinctively clung to it as my senses began to boil. "Your husband has forgotten how to satisfy you. He's too busy to pay any attention to your needs as a woman. To your body. Your beautiful tits. To your hot, throbbing cunt. I can feel your pussy begging to be fucked."
Before I could formulate an answer, he dropped his face down to my breasts. His tongue darted out and flicked one nipple and then the other, then both at the same time. A warm, pulling sensation rippled down my stomach until I felt it in my crotch.
Another of his fingers wriggled to join the initial one within my snatch. Automatically I opened my thighs to accommodate his penetration. Losing control of myself, I moaned when he ran his large hand up and down my cunt, massaging and finger-fucking it simultaneously.
"Are you ready for the bedroom now, baby?" he breathed huskily into the cleavage of my compressed tits. "Are you ready to find out what ten inches of steel feels like?"
"Yes!" I blurted, giving in totally to my runaway senses. "Take me to bed and fuck me!"
"Say please."
"Please fuck me!" I exclaimed. "Rip me in two with your huge cock!"
After what seemed like forever, he stood up and began stripping away his clothes. My eyes were glued to his body as though he were the first naked man I'd ever seen.
When his jockey shorts came off, his cock jumped out at me. I'd never seen one so long and thick. It put my husband's prick to shame.
"I-I don't know if I can take that," I stuttered, reaching out in awe to touch his enormous tool. Not only was it ten inches in length, it was easily half of that in circumference. It seemed more like a battering-ram than an organ of the human body.
"You're just scared because you're used to your husband's dinky pop-gun," the salesman arrogantly declared. "Don't worry, your pussy will stretch to fit me."
He circled his arm around the waist of my skirt and ripped it from my body with a single yank. Now I was completely naked and bathed in a steaming sweat from my uncontrollable excitement.
"Carry me," I begged. "Carry me to bed. If we're going to make love, I want you to dominate me."
Picking me up like I was a bag of feathers, he slung me over his shoulder and made a bee-line for the bedroom. I bounced when he threw me onto the mattress.
My pussy burned with unquenchable desire as I lay there waiting for him to crawl between my legs. His tongue passed hungrily over his smiling lips as he sized me up, and I felt more desirable than I ever had in all my years of marriage.
"Please, please," I shamelessly implored, "stick it in me! Fuck me now or I'll die!"
A short while before I harbored a fear that his gigantic hard-on might tear me in two. Now I couldn't wait until it did. I was dying to feel my pussy ripped apart by his wondrously stiff bludgeon.
He eased down and rolled to top of me. He pried my legs as far apart as they would go and worked his cock into the gaping well of my thighs. Abruptly the massive head of his prick was brusquely knocking at the door of my cunt, pushing aside t he rubbery lips so it could get inside me.
"Ooooooh, that feels sooo goood," I moaned. "Put it in farther and really fuck me!"
He had been relatively gentle up until now, but when he saw this was making me impatient, he threw caution to the winds and lurched like he was having a seizure. All restraint was terminated as I felt his prick ram several thick inches within my tight, wet pussy.
"All the way!" I hysterically urged him. "Stick it in all the way and fuck me to your balls!"
Snorting more like an enraged bull than a polite, young vacuum cleaner salesman, Brad Stevens gored me with his big cock. As total penetration was achieved, my cunt throbbed and oozed just like a real wound.
As his cock pulsed inside my pussy, I was certain that its barbed head had surged all the way into my belly. Then he suddenly withdrew the staff all the way out to the crown before plunging it back in once more to the hilt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried deliriously, biting his shoulder. "Fuck me hard!"
"Go ahead and scream, baby," he said, oblivious to the blood I had drawn with my desperately gnashing teeth. "When your old man comes home, you can tell him what it feels like to be screwed by a real cock."
Then he began to jack-hammer me, pounding in and out with his beautiful hard-on with machine gunning bursts. Totally in tune with the furious action, I met each of his thrusts with an upward one of my own. I was performing stunts with my bucking loins of which I had never suspected I was capable.
"This is the best fuck I've ever had," I moaned each time he drove his cock to the elastic limits of my twat. "My cunt will never be the same. Ram that monster inside me! Make me scream! Tear me to pieces! Fuck me!"
I was so horny that I raised my head so I could sneak a peek of his fantastic tool pistoning in and out of my damply spasming cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek phallus in my gash was enough to accelerate my coming until I was experiencing the most profound orgasm of my life.
I began to whimper. Then groan. My pitch became higher and higher until I was bleating at the top of my lungs, pleading to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked and shuddered as I came like I'd never come before.
I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he knelt and buried the torpedo of his hard-on into me like a depth charge.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd already come more in a few minutes with this big-dicked salesman than I ever had with my husband. However, the incredible part was that it seemed like just the beginning for me, even though my cunt was creaming like someone had dumped a quart of mayonnaise between my legs.
When my lungs were burning and I had temporarily ceased to scream, my door-to-door lover pulled his hard-on from my frothing snatch and rolled me over. I sensed that he had read my mind and knew that I would not be satisfied until I had gone farther than I had ever dreamed of.
"Kneel over," he commanded. "I don't ever want you to forget it when I come in you."
I blindly obeyed, thrilled that he had recognized the extreme nature of my desires. I gasped with delight when he promptly hunched over my back to plunge his huge prick into my asshole.
The sensation of the full ten inches of his cock suddenly filling my virgin shit-pit was more than I'd bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. my God!" I yelled. "This is too much!"
"No, baby, no it's not," he whispered hotly in my ear, while he mercilessly cornholed me. "It's just exactly what you want."
How right he was. His prick made moist sucking sounds as it went in and out of my butt. Within moments I was shaking my hips, responding as if I had been taking it anally for years.
There were about forty massive strokes, as I was fucked in the ass even more vigorously than I had been in the cunt. The friction was excruciating.
My lover's breath came faster and faster. It was apparent that he was reaching the ultimate peak.
He gave one last mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in my butt to the hilt. His roiling balls squashed maddeningly against my pussy lips. I could feel the cum within his scrotum just waiting to erupt.
There was no alternative but to scream like I was being branded with a red-hot poker. "Come in me!" I shrieked. "Fill my ass with your cum!"
The response was two-fold. The first was liquid, and of course totally anticipated. The salesman's jism abruptly flooded my rectum. The other, however, was verbal and shockingly unexpected.
"Mother!" my daughter exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?"
As the scalding spunk continued to stream into my colon, I looked with horror toward the bedroom door. There stood Susan, her eyes bugging out of her head at what she saw her mother doing.
I tried to call her name, but how could I be coherent when I was still in the grip of the sexual climax of my life?
"I'm telling Daddy," my daughter bitterly vowed, and then started to run away.
"You don't have to, darling," her father's voice scorched my ears.
He'd just come in the house and she'd run right into him. Now, together, they filled the doorway, looking straight at my cock-engorged ass. Overflowing cum was spilling down the backs of my thighs.
"Wha… what are you going to do, Daddy?" Susan asked her fuming father.
"Beat the shit out of that bastard in bed with your mother, and then take it from there," Ernie bitterly vowed. "Now you go lock yourself in your room, Susie, this is not going to be pretty."