The Kinky Couples

Chapter 1


Janet Howard cringed as she heard her husband's car slam ... Damn, she
thought to herself, he's home for lunch again.

Bob and Janet Howard had been married for only a brief seven months,
yet already their relationship was beginning to show signs of wear. For
one thing, Bob seemed to have a much larger sexual appetite than Janet
and it was causing an ever widening gap in their already disintegrating
marriage. Not that anything had really ever been said, it was just
becoming more and more obvious to Janet that something had to be done
to break the pattern.

For the past two weeks Bob had been popping home for lunch and as he
put it, a quickie. Janet wasn't that much into fucking in bed at night,
let alone at lunchtime - usually she gave it the "old grin and bear it"
attitude but even that was becoming more and more difficult for her.

"How's my little honey," she heard Bob whisper softly into her ear as
he crept up behind her in the kitchen, slipping his arms around her
immediately and caressing her voluptuous breasts.

"Oh come on Bob not again," she complained, "we made love this
morning."

"Never can get enough," sang Bob turning his wife around and planting
his lips fully upon hers.

"If you sold a few more houses for a change we might be in better
shape."

"What's my selling houses got to do with fucking?" he groaned, slipping
his hand up his wife's housedress towards the soft resilient curls of
her pussy.

"Not now Bob," Janet said angrily wrenching herself away from her
husband's bear-like grasp.

"I want to fuck you so bad honey," Bob groaned, "I've been thinking
about it all morning long."

"Great ... that's why you aren't selling any houses."

"Oh honey would you get off that kick. Just because I'm not the
greatest real-estate salesman in the world isn't enough reason to have
you on my case all the time," the young husband groaned.

Janet thought now of all the hopes she had had before she married Bob.
With him in the real-estate business she had dreamed of her own house
and all the comforts in life but her dreams were slowly crumbling as
she realized that Bob was barely making enough money to feed them.

The disgruntled young wife walked out of the kitchen into the living
room and sat down on the couch, pouting.

"Oh Janet honey, I love you, you know that. I'll make it good, just you
wait and see," whimpered her husband. "Please honey, give me a little
loving."

Janet felt her husband's arms encircle her once again and his insistent
mouth press down upon hers. She felt his fingers once again begin to
creep up her soft white thighs and she squirmed and whimpered as the
tip of his middle finger found the narrow slit of her now sensitively
throbbing vagina, rising boldly upward and making sudden, hotly searing
contact with the throbbing tip of her clitoris.

"Oh!" Suddenly the entire area of her thin hairlined vaginal slit was
wet and slippery, and rush of unwanted desire permeated Janet's entire
body. She strained backward and sucked in her breath, withholding a
groan of sudden passion as it rose to her throat. She had to admit it,
it felt so good ... and yet there was something terrible about the fact
that it felt good. She felt herself being pushed down on the couch now,
feeling the almost obscene warmth of her husband's finger pressing at
the hidden little center of her cunt lips. She felt his hands fondle
her trembling body, touching her breasts and vagina until she was so
wet between her legs that she felt mortified and embarrassed. Even
though he was her husband it seemed indecent and tears of humiliation
flowed slowly down her face. He was teasing up into the tenderness of
her involuntarily moistening pussy with a tiny, fingering rhythm that
made her want to respond by moving her hips and thighs up to his hand.

"Open your legs!" he whispered to her tenderly, but with an underlying
tone of animalistic desire that frightened her. "Let me feel your
little cunt wide open honey!"

"Oh no ... Oh God, Bob ... Please don't ... not now!" she pleaded
softly through her tears. "Please don't make me!"

"That's all you ever say recently honey ... what about my rights!" he
yelled, angry now.

"That's not true Bob and you know it ... No ..." But his fingers were
working a lewd magic within the soft confines of her helplessly open
pussy, as his hands slowly but inexorably forced her legs apart. His
desire hardened cock was nudging insistently against her thigh, and she
wondered suddenly how she could have married a man with such an
enormous penis. It go so big sometimes that it didn't seem normal, and
horrified, she wondered if all men were like that.

"I've been thinking about fucking you all day honey," he groaned again
as he forced the thickness of his fingers up a little higher into the
moist darkness of her tightly clenching vaginal opening.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Janet reacted to his moan with a little jump.

"I was trying to show this guy a house this morning and all I could
think of was coming home and shoving my hot cock into your delicious
little pussy."

Janet felt her husband's penis give a lurch against the nakedness of
her upper thigh and she felt a wave of helplessness come over her as
she realized what he was going to do to her. Then she felt his fingers
pulling downward, leaving the elastically spread walls of her narrow
vagina, exiting with a soft, wet, sucking sound, leaving her insides
feeling somehow empty and open. He rolled over on top of her and moved
up between her legs, forcing them open with a rapidity that alarmed
her, and she cringed backward as he reached down toward her, lifting up
the crumpled material of her housedress and removing it by pulling it
off over her arms and head. She felt a cool rush of air against her
skin as she lay completely uncovered, completely nude before him. She
heard him give a little groan of lust as he took in the magnificent
sight of her nakedness.

Her full round breasts peak upward proudly ... Bob Howard loved his
wife's body, especially the chestnut hair-fringed lips of her delicious
pussy, just waiting for the entrance of his cock. He leaned forward and
pushed his young wife's legs far apart, determined that he would get
the pleasure he'd been dreaming of all morning long.

Janet looked down now to see her husband kneeling on all fours between
her open legs. He looked just like an animal, and she felt a moment of
pure unadulterated dislike for him. Pressing his thumbs outward against
the sensitive pillowlike lips of her chestnut pussy and slowly,
teasingly spreading the silken hairs to either side, he peered hungrily
into the nakedness of her pink moist cunt. His thumbs trembled
nervously against the widespread outer flanges as he drew the smooth,
pink lips apart, completely exposing the glistening inner flesh to the
mercy of his gaze.

She squirmed.

"Let me look at it ... Let me see it," he yelled. "It's mine, isn't
it?"

Janet wanted to yell back at him ... to tell him no ... no, it wasn't
his ... it belonged to her, and if she had her way, he wouldn't ever,
ever see it! Much less touch it! But she lay frozen to the couch,
completely humiliated by what he was doing, watching his lust-distorted
features as he brazenly contemplated her helplessly exposed genitals.

He looked greedily down at her for a long moment, and then with a
sudden inspiration, dropped his head down to the now openly spread lips
of her tiny throbbing cunt. The full length of his long tongue snaked
against the nakedness of her open cunt, wallowing warmly among the
folds and mounds of highly sensitized flesh. Janet jerked backward, her
trembling buttocks grinding further down to the mattress as though
there were some escape there. A soul-searing moan came from her lips as
she realized the full meaning of the horrible thing that her husband
was doing to her.

"OOOOOOOH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she cried.

It was depraved and ugly. Never had he even intimated that he would do
such a thing to her. Her hands went down to his hair to try to push his
face from between her thighs ... to get him to stop his greedy obscene
sucking. Her head was lifted up off the couch as she watched with utter
disbelief the horrifying scene of her husband hungrily lapping between
her widespread legs, his head wagging back and forth like some huge,
sex-maddened dog.

Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever, and
she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled with
the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom.
Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her
entire body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by
her husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly
squirming hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly
into the involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething
vagina ... and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was
doing. How could she ever face him again after he did this to her? And
the worst was that in spite of her horror at what was happening, in
spite of her utter revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling
through her lower belly. Her body was responding to the forbidden
licking of her loins in such a way that she couldn't help gasping with
pleasure. She could see him looking at her, observing her, even as his
mouth remained fastened to the widespread tightness of her besieged
pussy, and she read in them a challenge that she fought desperately to
meet. His hands reached up to the white mounds of her breasts, and she
felt him grappling with the tender nipples, twisting them harshly while
his tongue still worked at her hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.

Bob continued to look at his wife as he felt the forbidden flesh of her
tiny open pussy clenching and unclenching helplessly beneath his
thrusting tongue. The bittersweet taste of her filled his mouth as he
watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. God, it made him feel good
to see her like this! He was good and tired of her arrogance ... and
this would teach her a good lesson! But he was going to have to fuck
her soon, or go crazy! Below, his cock hung down thick and heavy as he
kneeled forcefully between her widespread legs.

The huge, lustfully throbbing hardness felt like it was going to burst
any second, and although he wanted to continue the more than
pleasurable sucking of Janet's unwilling cunt, he knew that he couldn't
last much longer. His hanging testicles felt filled and tight with his
building sperm ready to let loose at any second if he didn't get it up
inside of her soon.

"OH GOD!" he thought, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young face
that he'd fallen so deeply in love with, his hands never ceasing their
deft manipulation of her soft pliant breasts. "I'VE GOT TO FUCK HER."

With lightning speed, he lifted himself up from between her legs, and
throwing himself upon her, he held the pulsing rod of his cock in his
hands and tried to direct it to the tiny hair-fringed opening of
Janet's vagina. But Janet squirmed backward, clamping her legs tightly
together and twisting to the side.

"No! No!" she cried, terrified both by what might happen and by what
might not.

The unexpected shift in his wife's position startled Bob and his heavy
cock grazed against the side of her thigh. His entire being had been
geared to entering her that second, and he realized with something akin
to desperation that the mechanisms of orgasm had already been set in
motion inside him. Everything was going lightning fast, and yet it
seemed like slow motion as he felt the tremendous force of his climax
speeding to explosion inside him. His cock quivered in his hands and
his head snapped back in an anguished recognition of the powerful
release that was coming.

"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! OH JESUS!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was
starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething
through his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she
turned on her side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over
on her back as thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out
from his suddenly jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered
droplets upon Janet's naked, trembling breasts and belly as the
continuing madness of the exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's
body. Thrill after thrill racked him, tormenting and controlling him
with acute sensation. His body twitched, out of control, totally
immersed in the wild climax.

"OOOOOHHHHH! GOOOOOD!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his
shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a
contorted mask of anger and disgust.

"Honey I'm," he started to say.

"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the couch
now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"

Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious case.
Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from the
office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss anything.
Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it so hard
for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his clothes.

"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he
left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with
me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or
something. Something to make it up to her ... if I don't she'll never
give it to me again!"



Chapter 2


Gary Spencer had gone to real-estate school with Bob Howard, the only
difference between Bob and Gary was that Gary knew how to sell. He'd
only been in business for a year and already he'd made enough money to
buy his wife the beautiful house of her dreams. He felt sorry for his
friend Bob and was aware that his marriage was really suffering because
of his lack of salesmanship.

"You know Julie," he said to his wife across the breakfast table, "I'd
like to invite Bob and Janet Howard here for the week. I got a call
from Bob and I sense things aren't what they should be in their
marriage. Maybe a weekend around us would cheer him up."

"My sense is that Janet Howard isn't at all in touch with her
sexuality," purred Julie Spencer crossing her legs to allow her husband
a view of her shapely thighs, as well as her panties.

The show was not lost on Gary Spencer either. He considered himself
damn lucky to have married as sexually alluring and seductive a woman
as Julie. She was ready any time to fuck, anywhere, as many times as he
wanted. He knew he was a lucky man.

"Does she turn you on at all Gary," Julie smiled, thinking of Bob
Howard and how extremely attractive he was to her.

"A little, well in fact a lot but then I hear she just can't let go,
and after you babes, I'm spoiled," he grinned lewdly.

"Don't you think we should give Bob a little of what he needs."

"You mean don't I think you should give it to him, you sexy wench,"
laughed Gary.

The Spencer's were loose and easy about each other making love to other
people, as far as they were concerned it improved their marriage rather
than took away from it. But they knew they were pretty unusual in this
respect.

Gary leaned over now, reaching out for his lusciously curved wife and
pinching one nipple through her thin caftan.

"Do you remember the last couple we swapped with," groaned Julie as her
husband's finger continued to excite her. "Do you remember the way she
wanted both you and her husband to sandwich her between you at the same
time?"

"Do I ever," grinned Gary.

"Well I didn't have that much fun, I had to masturbate like mad to stop
myself from flipping out. Next time it will be different."

"Oh poor baby," Gary teased, as with one hand he reached under her
dress, cupping the silken crotch of her panties and the softly rising
mound of her fuzz-covered pussy with his open palm.

"Mmmmmm ..." Julie sighed. "That's nice, but don't stop there ... go on
... go on ..."

Gary Spencer continued to fondle his wife under the breakfast table, it
was one of the games they liked to play, it made them feel so wicked
like a teenage couple who couldn't wait to get to the bedroom!

"Mmmmmm ... right there ... yes, that's it ... like that," Julie's
words were interrupted now by her husband's middle finger slithering
wetly up under the tight elastic leg of her now warmly moistened
panties. The hotly probing tip teased and slid around and about her
thinly bearded vaginal slit for a few delicious moments which Julie
groaned out her pleasure in a soft, passion-laden voice.

Gary reached under his wife's dress now with his other hand and slowly
rolled her panties down over her smoothly rounded hips until the
entirety of her pubic triangle was exposed and her sheer white panties
clung tenuously down around her knees. Then without waiting longer, he
reached back under her dress and began pressuring his tightly cupped
hand up against her nakedly exposed pussy. At the same time, he lowered
himself to the floor and, thinking of a new tactic, slipped her panties
down around her ankles and helped her step out of them. Gary remained
sitting on the floor, giving him an unobstructed view of the glistening
pink opening of her exposed vagina surrounded by its blonde curling
cunt hair.

Julie now calmly picked up the newspaper as her husband's hands began
to smooth along behind both her resilient white buttocks, patting and
caressing them, even as his finger teased hotly around the bearded
mouth up between her thighs, and then slid wetly up into her slippery
open pussy.

Julie groaned aloud while her husband's thick fingers lingered
lovingly, expertly touching, investigating sliding back and forth in
the warmly seeping liquids that were exuded by the tender vagina that
nestled so snugly between her legs.

Then, her mouth hanging slightly open in rising rapture, Julie began to
shift her weight slightly to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was
receiving.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH ..." Julie groaned out lustfully as both of Gary's hands
played and teased now in the warm pubic lips above him. They were
throbbing and pulsing now and the smoothly split little mouth of her
pussy glistened like a beacon in the dark. Gary thought his wife's cunt
was just about the most erotic thing he had ever seen as he continued
his secret playing among the wet cuntal folds up under his wife's
skirt, keeping a keen ear out for her little sighs that came more and
more frequently as she read haltingly and with heavy breath from the
newspaper.

Julie's clitoris throbbed heavily and hotly, her pussy pulsated up
between her slightly spread thighs as she began to grunt a little under
the obscene pleasure of her husband's expert manipulations. Her face
flushed a deep scarlet and her eyes glazed over slightly. The rising
sensation beneath her dress was almost too much ... it seemed so
wicked, so deliciously dirty ... she couldn't remember when she was so
turned on. God, if anyone could see this happening to her!

Suddenly the door opening and Julie's Irish maid, Bridget entered the
kitchen.

"Oh sorry mam," she stammered, "I thought there was no-one here."

"That's all right, Bridget, you can work here," Julie smiled to
herself. She knew that Bridget couldn't see Gary because he was totally
covered by the tablecloth and this would be as good a time as any to
see if Bridget would ever be joining in any future orgies. Their last
two maids had done so, why not Bridget?

Bridget did as she was told but she didn't like it, there was something
peculiar going on in the kitchen this morning and she didn't like it.
The missus had a strange look on her face and the sounds that she had
heard through the door were most peculiar.

Gary was hysterical under the kitchen table, he could hardly believe
his wife's audacity, still, he didn't mind -- two could play at that
game!

"Mnnnnnmmmmm ..." Julie cried out as Gary's middle finger began
flicking at her clitoris, flicking steadily now that he knew what kind
of response it was going to get. The wetness was pouring out of her now
and occasionally Julie could feel tiny drops of her vaginal fluids
sliding down the naked insides of her smooth white thighs. Gasping, she
continued reading the newspaper.

"Pardon me, mum," Bridget asked, a confused look on her face.

"Nothing ... nothing, Bridget, go on with your work ... Ooooohhh ..."

What on God's earth is going on thought Bridget as she turned to
continue her work at the kitchen sink.

Gasping now, Julie felt her husband's hotly working fingers increase
their attentions. Her pleasure grew and grew until it was so enormous
that she could do nothing but sputter out names in the newspaper in a
mad jumble until suddenly she felt the beginnings of a violent orgasm.
A gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping
through her wildly aroused cunt held her in its grip.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH ..." she screamed out in the room nearly scaring Bridget
silly. ' ' YESSSSS! NOWWWWWWWW ... NNNNNOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"

Bridget turned in horror to look as she finally understood what was
going on underneath the kitchen table. She stared wildly at the
tablecloth, her eyes boring through it to where she knew Mr. Spencer
was messing about with his wife. She knew that it was wrong and evil
but she liked it all the same, just like she had enjoyed the baker's
son Paddy who had messed around with her every time she went in to buy
bread at the bakery.

"NNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHAAAA!"

Julie's entire body shook violently as her orgasm shattered within her,
breaking into a billion little bits. Waves of lewd sexual delirium
racked her body, releasing her pent-up emotions and all the time Gary
continued to do exactly the right thing as his thick plying fingers
continued to feed the raging fire of his wife's dizzying orgasm.

Beneath her caftan, Gary Spencer grinned and visualized the maid
watching his wife's torment. Devilishly, he wormed one finger up into
the tight little puckered hole of her anus, nestled just below the
opening of her still vibrantly climaxing cunt. The unexpected contact,
in the midst of her orgasm brought a low moan of anguish from Julie's
lips. She could feel it starting up all over again. She clenched her
eyes tightly shut, her lips bared back over her perfect white teeth as
the divine sensation began to race through her body, speeding insanely
the short, infinitesimal distance from her quivering pussy to the
sensitive rubbery entrance of her anus.

"OH GARY!!! GOD, GARY!" she cried out, unmindful of Bridget who was now
staring directly at her.

"Oh my lord!" moaned Bridget.

"AAAAggghhhh!" Julie groaned again. Tiny goosepimples were rippling
across her arms and belly, and she could feel the tips of her nipples
hard and swollen pushing against the soft silk of her caftan. Her
creamy white buttocks jerked and twitched involuntarily as spasms of
delicious sensation set all her nerve endings to tingling. The full
impact of the lewd spectacle she was making of herself hit her,
bringing a perverse added pleasure to her loins. What must Bridget be
thinking? But it hardly mattered as the wonderful licking sparks burst
again and again inside her, all but devouring her in a lustful
conflagration. It was so absolutely heavenly, that she could not bring
him to flick and probe ceaselessly into the nakedness of her passion-
wet loins and buttocks, while she jerked spasmodically above him,
reacting to each thrust with a weaving, trembling motion of her own.
All that mattered now was the wonderful pleasure that pierced her
heated flesh like little arrow points of fire!

"Oh my God, Gary!" she breathed downwards towards her husband, "you
finger me so good honey, so good. Don't stop yet, I can still take
more."

Gary Spencer chuckled. It was true, he was the luckiest man alive, his
wife was the most seductive woman in the world. This time I'll kiss her
pussy a little, see how she can stand that, he grinned lewdly to
himself as he nuzzled his face up her creamy white thigh and with a
swift movement of his tongue plunged it directly against her wildly
pulsating clitoris.

"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH, YESSSSS," hissed Julie through clenched teeth, "I SAY
YESSSSS!!!"



Chapter 3


"Now this is a house," glowed Janet Howard in appreciation as she and
her husband Bob pulled up into the driveway of the Spencer residence.
"How long did you say Gary had been in business," she asked casually.

"Look here Janet, we're here for a nice long weekend, I don't want jibs
about how much more money Gary is making than me, okay ... I just want
to have a good time."

"Okay," pouted Janet, "no need to take offense."

Almost an hour later, drink in hand, sitting comfortably in Julie's
livingroom, Janet could take a really good look at her surroundings.
The Spencers lived just the way she wanted to live, now why couldn't
Bob make a lot of money, was it really that difficult?

She looked across at Julie Spencer and had to admit that she was a very
beautiful woman ... she certainly fits the house, thought Janet
jealously.

"Can I give you a refill, Janet. You know those men? Once they get
talking about real estate they're locked in for hours. We probably
won't see them until dinner."

"Yes, I'll take another drink," Janet said boldly, wondering if in fact
she should, two was usually her limit and this was her third and they
were rather strong into the bargain ... still, she felt bold.

She felt a little uncomfortable too, perhaps another drink might help.
Suddenly the little dress she had bought for the weekend looked so
cheap and shabby next to Julie's.

"Your husband's a very attractive man, Janet, you should be proud of
him."

"I am, only ... only ..." Janet murmured.

"Only what? He doesn't make enough money, is that it?"

"Something like that," confessed Janet.

"Well let me give you a little advice, if you don't mind. Some women
wouldn't mind that at all ... as long as they have a handsome man under
their clutches. So, don't be too mean to him, that's all."

"You think I'm mean to Bob?"

"I didn't say that, I just said, don't be, that's all."

Janet was a little confused and there was something about Julie's tone
of voice and the way her gown would fall to one side and expose her
entire naked breast that suddenly made Janet feel insecure and yet
Julie couldn't have designs on her husband ... it just wasn't possible,
or was it?

* * *

"So, what kind of fun have you two been getting into recently?" Gary
Spencer beamed across the dinnertable.

Janet was a little put out, what did he mean ... he seemed to be
implying something other than an occasional movie.

"Oh not much," she heard her husband answering his friend. "We've been
cutting down on expenses recently you know."

"Well, lots of things are fun and they don't cost money," winked Gary,
"remember what I was talking about earlier."

Janet watched her husband blush now... what's going on, she wondered,
obviously something is that I don't know about ... it's all rather
strange. I'm beginning to feel that I've been invited here for the
weekend for an experiment, or something.

Bob Howard started a little now as he felt a delicate nudge of his leg.
He looked slyly across at Julie Spencer and found that she was staring
at him quite intently. Was he imagining it, or was she coming on to him
...

* * *

"I insist, I absolutely insist," Bob Howard heard his friend Gary
saying to his wife as he helped her into his car. "I must take you to
my special spot by the ocean to watch the moon set, it's a rare treat I
can tell you."

But what about the others," he heard his wife falter, realizing that
she was afraid to go and she was afraid to say no.

"Oh Julie will keep Bob entertained for a while believe me, this is
part of your weekend, I insist," he said forcefully.

Bob heard the car door slam and the sound of screeching brakes, he
turned to Julie Spencer. "I must say your husband is a forceful
character."

"Forceful and smart, he knows that I want to be alone with you," purred
Julie seductively, and with that she edged over slightly on the couch
until her body was placed closely to Bob's and parting her lips
slightly, pressed them over tightly against his, thrusting her moist,
pointed tongue deep into his surprisedly gaping mouth.

Bob, was stilled, momentarily by the shock but then recovering,
countered by forcing his tongue back and slipping his into her mouth as
she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth
that sent sexual chills running the length of his spine. He pulled back
for a moment to escape the rising sensations and thought guiltily about
his wife.

"Your wife isn't giving you what you want, is she?" Julie said
directly.

"W-what ... why ... no ... as a matter of fact, she isn't. Can you
tell?"

"Of course I can and believe me I intend to make it up to you."

"But what about Gary, he's my friend."

"Of course he's your friend, why do you think he took Janet away with
him. Why don't you let me make up for what you've been missing!" Julie
purred, letting her hands travel down between their tightly pressed
bodies, coming to rest at the growing bulge in Bob's pants.

Bob could hardly believe what was happening to him as Julie began to
fumble with the zipper of his fly, slowly lowering it and then slipping
her softly searching hand inside.

"Ooooooooh ... it's so big!" Julie cooed as her fingers came into
contact with the hard rod of flesh. "It's going to feel so good inside
of me and twisting around deep in my pussy. Quick, let's get naked ...
I'll teach you some things you can take home to that wife of yours."

Bob jumped up from the couch and began desperately stripping his
clothes off. Julie merely slipped out of her gown until she was
completely naked, she wore no brassiere or panties.

Bob lay down beside her, dragging her closer to him on the soft furry
carpet. He moved one hand down the smoothness of her buttocks and
cupped them strong in it. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he
had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she
raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand
searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped as
the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. He pressed his
head forward and kissed her nakedly curved back. Her lips were soft and
she crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her
pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her hips around and
pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him
between them.

Bob was breathing hot moist air all over her and with all his weight on
her, Julie had some trouble breathing for just a moment ... she didn't
mind, she knew that in moments she would be writhing in the wild throes
of sexual ecstasy beneath her husband's friend and she wanted to hasten
the time as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and
pulsing near her belly, the fiery length of his long, lust-hardened
penis.

Her hands came down between them and circled around Bob's excitedly
throbbing cock, guiding it between the lips of her hot, desire
moistened cunt. Bob groaned above her as he felt her move up and down
between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the
pulsating, blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing
it into a greater hardness until it ached from the maddening pressure.

Bob couldn't stand it for another second. His hands went underneath his
friend's wife's legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and
her calves rested up on his back, her heels digging into the muscles of
his buttocks for support. He let his desire-swollen prick insinuate
itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the quivering
entrance to her pussy. Suddenly, he flicked his hips forward with a
sudden cruel thrust that drove it with a flesh splitting crash into the
gaping hot mouth of her cunt.

" Yyyyyeesssssss ..." Julie hissed beneath him as she felt her warm
elastic sheath slip wetly over his engorged penis. It entered with a
slight pop and his long prick raced up her cunt to the full depths of
her belly, warm and tight at first, then easier as the wetness of the
passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.

Julie felt herself being pressed into the floor, but instead of being
crushed under his weight she pushed up against him and felt herself
being transported by him.

Then Bob's balls slapped hard against the rounded upturned cheeks of
her ass. Julie let out a low animal-like scream, twisting slightly to
escape the unexpected pain, and then let out another cry of pain. She
felt as though her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous
hard circumference of her husband's friend's penis. But ignoring her
cries, Bob thrust into her even harder, grinding his pelvis tighter
into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good
and lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside,
proud that he could hurt the aristocratic beauty and make her squeal
this way. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like
around his churning prick as he rocked his full weight against her,
splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her.
He could feel her legs flailing out in the air on either side of his
driving hips but he could only grab onto the nakedness of her smooth
cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet
his prick.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Julie ... JULIE, BABY!!! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU GOOD!!"

Bob worked his hips up, kneeling above her helplessly held body and
using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating
profusely and big drops fell from his forehead onto her hotly quivering
stomach. Julie was stunned at the way she seemed to have lost control
of the situation as Bob ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid
flesh beneath him. Julie strained back under him, arching her loins up
at him, lifting them both a few inches off the floor. She moaned
ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked her open pussy desperately up and down
his rhythmically pistoning cock, her mouth gaped open wide, her head
flailed from side to side on the rug, again and again in wild abandon,
she shrieked out her pleasure.

Bob's rigid cock was touching every pore of her deeply impaled belly,
filling her with heated male flesh as she had never been filled before.

Looking down at his beautiful conquest, Bob felt like a God. Before he
was through, he would have her begging for more. He thrust into her
moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading
the smooth full moons of her jiggling white buttocks in his nervous
cupping fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the floor now,
helplessly impaled by his ramming prick. He could feel his cock growing
and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst
from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped
heavily against her buttocks below.

"... yes ... yes ... yes ..." Julie chanted over and over, her eyes
rolling up into their sockets in a dazed state.

Bob's face grew redder and redder from desire as with long even strokes
he continued the glorious fucking of this rich beautiful woman, the
wife of his best friend. This was forbidden fruit, forbidden pussy and
by God, he was going to enjoy it!

Great tides of desire rose and fell within Julie as she writhed beneath
his powerfully grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen prick reached
the farthest depths of her defenselessly open cuntal passage. The lewd
smacking noise of his swinging, spermfilled testicles slapping
rhythmically down against her wet, nakedly exposed buttocks filled her
ears combined with her own deep groans and sighs of wildly careening
passion.

Bob could tell that her tightly clinging cunt was near cumming as she
gripped him tightly between her desperately straining thighs, opening
and closing them around him in time to his hard, long thrusts into her.
She gurgled beneath him, the sound came from deep within her throat as
though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he
continued his relentless fucking between her wildly flailing legs with
all his strength.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH ..." Julie sang out, feeling her lover's heavily
perspiring body pressing down on her now while the tautly stretched
moons of her buttocks split wide, her legs gangling in mid-air as her
cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract
wildly. A series of spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped
ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls
steadily back, massaging them internally with each fuck of it in and
out. He withdrew his huge hardness all the way out of her, leaving just
the head at the entrance and then with all his might, rammed back into
her hotly steaming pussy. "Oooooooh God! I'm cumming ..." she gasped,
her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming ... cumming ...
cumming ..." she mumbled on, almost incoherently until the sounds
coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables
whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs
tighter, her knees touching her nipples, until the whole of her
hungrily sucking and clenching vaginal slit was presented up to him to
fuck into and use as he wanted. Her ankles locked over his shoulders,
her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of
abandoned-ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide
at the ceiling.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed out again, bucking up against his
savage thrusts. Bob crooned with delight knowing she was beginning the
real part of her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep
into the soft confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his
cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching mouth of her
strainingly bearded pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she
continued to grunt steady words of encouragement to him, he knew that
he too was going to cum. His huge prick seemed filled with a hundred
hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he totally dominated
the wealthy, aristocratic woman. His sperm seemed to be crying out from
within him, begging for release into the hot steaming pit of his best
friend's wife's womb.

A low wail suddenly formed on Julie's lips as her nostrils flared and
she screwed her cunt desperately up on Bob's wildly thrusting cock and
locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs, while her
loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. Her entire body arched
beneath her lover's powerfully thrusting hardness, her face almost
unrecognizable in its passion distorted state. A steadily wailing
scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back
with both hands and heels doing an odd sideways dance with her
climaxing pelvis. Her raging hot vagina clung to the enormous hardened
rod that filled them so entirely while gushing sparkles of light seeped
through her, throbbing wildly through every pore of her body.

"OOOOO AAAAAHHHHEEEEE ..." she screamed out in mid-air for several
seconds while Bob quickened his pace, ramming into her with short, hard
strokes that triggered her inner explosion and kept it going for long,
delicious moments when suddenly a great gushing stream came rushing out
of him in hot, thick spurts, filling her belly until it couldn't hold
no more.

"Yessss ... Oh God! YESSSSSS!!!" Julie cried as she felt the great
shooting jet of his hot, scalding sperm ricocheting around inside her
wildly contracting cunt like a great flood of undammed volcanic lava.

She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, and then expelled it
as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing
limply down into the floor. She lay still, except for the
uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around her
husband's friend's deeply imbedded penis. They lay quietly now,
breathing deeply, their eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Mmmmm . .. you are sweet," Bob murmured.

"So are you," giggled Julie, her long blonde curls gently flailing from
side to side. "That was quite a ride we took .. . I want you again you
know," she purred seductively rubbing her hands sensitively up and down
his passion-drenched body.

"Now," he grinned weakly.

"No ... we can wait a while, and anyway we have the whole weekend long,
we can arrange some little excursion or something. Would you like that
lover," Julie smiled lewdly.

"You know I would Julie, as long as Janet doesn't get hurt."

"Oh, we'll be very careful about Janet. Maybe she'll open up a little
too, who knows," she smiled mischievously as she thought of her
husband, whispering inwardly to herself. If Gary can't melt her, no-one
can!



Chapter 4


Janet Howard wasn't exactly sure what was happening that she didn't
know about, but something was. Gary Spencer had been very attentive to
her the first night, taken her out to see the moon set, even put his
arm around her, until she had edged away sharply, but now ... she was
alone. It was the second time she had been left alone and she didn't
like it.

Julie Spencer and her husband Bob seemed to be hitting it off just
right. She liked to play tennis, so did Bob, Janet hated tennis. She
liked to sail, so did Bob, Janet hated sailing. Gary had some business
to take care of in the house, it was the maid's day off and suddenly
Janet found herself once again alone.

The sun was shining however and so she took advantage of the day and
the sun's rays. One thing Janet did like was to be brown as a berry.
Now stretched out sexily in her white bikini, her skin looked almost
ebony ... little did she know how seductive and alluring she looked,
especially to Gary Spencer who could see her clearly from his study
window. He could see Janet but she couldn't see him because of the
willow tree between them but Gary could see just enough through the
branches to know that he still desired Janet's hot little body, even
though he knew she was a touch on the cool side he felt he could melt
the ice a little. I'll just give her a little time, he decided.

Janet sipped her gin and tonic and sank back into the comfortable
wicker chaise, relaxing into its soft pillows was the best thing she'd
done for herself all day, she thought sleepily to herself. She felt the
sun sinking into her body and she felt invigorated. She started to
drift off and suddenly she found herself thinking about the previous
evening in bed with Bob. It was the first time in months that he hadn't
tried to fuck her, she couldn't understand it, it was so unlike him. He
just didn't seem interested in her body at all. She found herself, even
in bed and especially now feeling sexy. It was almost as if because he
didn't want her, she wanted him.

She felt her nipples begin to respond to her lewd thoughts too and tiny
rivulets of perspiration were beginning to gather under her arms and
down the inside of the finely curling chestnut pubic hair nestling
snugly between her legs. She pressed her legs together as if in an
effort to quell the salacious feelings that were gathering there then
realizing that this was only causing her to feel even more seductive
she opened them. A little rush of air up her legs however increased her
feelings even more. "Mmmmm!" she sighed as the air sent a small tingle
of pleasure rippling through her loins. "Ah, now that feels good!"

Suddenly she knew what she wanted to do ... no-one could see her, Gary
was in the back of the house somewhere reading work lists or something.
She wanted to be naked ... naked in the sun, it really appealed to her.
I can't imagine why I'm having such lewd thoughts, Janet mused to
herself, but I haven't been having much fun this weekend, if being nude
in the sun makes me happy, I don't see why I shouldn't indulge myself.

Funny how sexy I feel though, she thought. Janet wasn't used to such
feelings, at least not in a long while. It was almost as if Bob's
voracious appetite for sex hadn't allowed her to have one at all. He
never gave her the chance to want him because he always wanted her
first.

Janet tentatively slipped out of her bikini now, looking around
furtively just to make sure no-one was looking and then she was free,
completely naked and she felt wonderful. She felt the little bud of her
clitoris quivering wildly as the air fully hit it and almost without
thinking she let her hands roam freely over the swelling curves of her
breasts down her tapering waist until they came to rest on the slightly
rising mound of her naked vagina. Her fleecy chestnut pussy pulsed
slowly with a rising moisture ... her face glistened with the natural
oils of her body and she caught her breath as her middle finger reached
the prickly sensitive folds of her pussy. She felt a sharp thrill rush
through her entire body now as the tender surface of her pussy was
exposed to her quietly little manipulations. The feeling rose from her
pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly where it lingered
before rising higher still to reach the taut protrusions of her
breasts, large and ripe and melon-like.

Janet could hardly believe that she was touching herself this way, she
hadn't done it since she was a little girl but she couldn't help but
admit to herself that it felt good ... really good.

"Ooooohhhhh ..." she gasped as the deliciousness of the sensations
caused by her fingers grew more and more acute. It was just like when
she was a little girl only more acute. Her fingers slipped into the
moistly moving crevice between the softly fringing outer pillows of her
exposed cunt, sliding across the delicate hidden tissues of her
genitalia. Across the jumbled screen of her mind flickered several
different imagines ... Bob, her husband ... Gary Spencer ... and then
her fingers were rubbing, teasing, churning feverishly inside the
ripeness of her vagina as she remembered how wicked she was being. She
fell back onto the chaise now, her fingers never stopping their tender
ministrations for one moment, deeper and deeper her fingers plunged
into her hungry pussy, her long legs stretching out, scissoring back
and forth as her orgasm came crashing down around her, battering around
inside her then rushing out to meet her invading fingers. Giant sparks
exploded inside her head and great waves of flashing colors blinded her
vision as her vaginal walls contracted wildly around her slim tapering
fingers still churning deep up inside her virgin pussy.

"Yessss ... I say yessssss ..." Janet hissed softly to herself as her
body's pulsations slowed down, until she was merely undulating up and
down on the chaise, her fingers still deeply imbedded inside her wetly
moistened pussy. And as the wetness of her orgasm crept between her
fingers, alternating hot and cold chills ran up and down her body as
the moist fruits of cumming gushed forth in a steady stream of warmly
seeping vaginal secretions. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HHHHHAAAAAHHHHH ..."
she screamed out, now totally unaware that her cries could possibly be
heard by Gary Spencer. She was beyond caring, now all she cared about
was the climax she was experiencing, a feeling she had desperately
needed for so long, cutting off from her husband so often she never
experienced the fullness of orgasm and now as she rose and fell with
her gently writhing body.

She could hardly believe that she had just masturbated and yet she
didn't really feel guilty ... she had enjoyed it too much to feel
guilty. Serves Bob right for not fucking me properly, she groaned to
herself, it's not my fault if he leaves me unsatisfied, I do my best.

* * *

Gary Spencer smiled broadly to himself as he watched Janet Howard
thrashing up and down on the chaise in his garden, impaled on her own
fingers.

"So, she is a hot little cunt, after all," he grinned lewdly. Whoever
would have thought it. Well now, if that's the case then she'll get the
treatment before the weekend is out, can't let that little number slip
by me untried, that would never do. Besides, Julie is having so much
fun with old Bob, I deserve a little too. Better watch out little Janet
sexy pants, I'm on your case now, you won't get away from me easily ...
not easily at all!



Chapter 5


Janet Howard had removed her chaise to the far end of the garden, she
had had enough of the sun now and wanted to lie in the shade and read.
No-one can see me here, she mused to herself. I'm safe and sound, here
all alone.

She felt good, her masturbation of earlier in the day had fulfilled her
and she had been riding on a cloud since. She felt sure that if Bob
made love to her like that, she would never be mean and bitchy to him
but she wasn't sure about that. He still needs to make some money in
the world, I don't want to live in that dump all my life, she thought.

Her face was creased now as she thought of her house, the house they
rented, compared to the house the Spencer's owned, plus a sailing boat,
two good cars and a maid. Oh dear, Bob will never be that successful
she cried wistfully to herself, I'm almost sure of it.

Janet settled back into the cushions of the chaise with her book,
propping the pillows behind her head she allowed her thoughts to
concentrate on the page.

She couldn't help her mind drifting back to her husband Bob though and
how short and sharp he had been with her the evening before. He just
didn't pay me any attention at all she whined to herself, I wonder why
not, it's so unlike him. Usually he's all over me and I don't want it
... I wonder if he's going to be nice to me tonight - I do hope so. He
seems to be paying a lot of attention to Julie though, strange Gary
doesn't mind. I'm not sure that I like it, come to think of it, I don't
like it at all!

* * *

Julie Spencer and Bob Howard had arrived back from their sail a little
early.

"Hello everyone," called out Julie as soon as they entered the house,
"anyone home?"

The adulterous couple listened for sounds of their respective wife and
husband but none were forthcoming. "Well Gary's probably at the office
and Janet, well, maybe she went out for a walk, or something," Julie
said casually.

"What shall we do," Bob Howard taunted, edging closer to the soft
voluptuous woman now begging for him to fuck her. He could see the lust
practically oozing out of her eyes.

"I want you to fuck me," Julie drawled, "and I want you to fuck me in
the rose garden."

"I hope there's some grass," Bob groaned.

"Oh lots darling, don't worry. Come!" she commanded, lifting up her
hand and taking his, gently urging him towards the sliding glass doors.

Moments later they were in the rose garden, tucked away behind a clump
of willow trees. "We're totally safe here," she purred, "come my
darling," she cooed, pulling the anxiously waiting man down beside her.
"Oh God! you're so sexy ... pity your wife doesn't realize it."

* * *

Janet was so engrossed in her book that for a while she didn't notice
that there were other sounds in the garden besides the birds but
suddenly she became aware of a totally different sound coming through
the willow trees.

"GOD, IT'S SO BIG AND BEAUTIFUL ... LET ME TOUCH IT, HONEY!"

Janet started, whose voice was that. She was immensely curious now and
putting down her book she started to tiptoe towards where the sound was
coming from.

Suddenly she stopped short ... she just couldn't believe the sight
before her eyes. There on the grass were a nude couple playing with
each other's private parts and one of them was her husband Bob and the
other was his best friend's wife Julie, her hostess for the weekend!

Janet's eyes almost boggled out of her head ... she knew that she
should leave, that she shouldn't watch but she just had to. She just
couldn't leave!

Bob lay tense on the ground with his desire-hardened penis pointed
straight up at the pale blue sky. Julie reached out with her hand and
began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh up and down in a
slow, magical rhythm that obviously delighted him no end. Then, she
slowly rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a
scant few inches from the throbbing head of his prick. She held it
tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms
in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate
hungrily in time to her maddening rhythm.

Her head dropped suddenly toward his hardness, and her tongue flicked
forward, the top boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on
the end. Bob sucked in his breath from the sudden unexpected contact.
Chills rippled along his back, bringing a groan from his lips. Julie
brought her roundly stretched mouth down all the way and enclosed the
whole of the smooth rubbery head in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips
tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping
it completely around the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

Bob mumbled and grunted something Janet wasn't able to make out but the
look on his face was unmistakable.

Julie adjusted herself so that she had better access to the bloated
instrument by kneeling between Bob's widespread legs. She massaged the
soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked
the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as
she began to suck rhythmically up and down. Bob could feel the softness
of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the
withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the
gland at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised,
watching the top of her blonde head bobbing up and down below. The
sight of his hard, rhythmically throbbing penis sunk completely between
his friend's wife's wildly ovaled lips increased the sensation a
million times over. He felt as though the top of his head was about to
be blown off. Janet sure never did anything like this for him ... he'd
thought about it plenty of times ... but to have it happening like this
... out in the open with this beautiful woman! There seemed to be no
end to what she would do for him.

Julie's excited tongue was wrapping itself hotly and wetly around his
excitedly pulsing shaft, her mouth widening as though to bite him but
instead, shaping the hard edge of her teeth around the girth of his
penis in a tantalizing mixture of hardness and softness, her tongue
licking in a steady circle, tracing tiny electric jolts everywhere it
touched.

Bob's prick began throbbing wildly and Julie could feel his reaction
and began to suck him a little harder, letting her teeth trace small
white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface
of the skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without
disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between
his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them to her
palms, pulling her loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped
around and around the growing gland furiously until Bob began to groan
constantly as she took almost all of the rigidly quivering cock deep
into her hot, burning throat.

Janet was certain that Julie Spencer was going to choke to death but
still Julie continued the maddening sucking on and on. Janet seemed to
be in some of limbo state as if the two people on the ground just a few
feet away from her were complete strangers ... a movie perhaps ... but
certainly not her husband and her husband's best friend's wife. Oh God!
How could she do that, how could she put a man's prick into her mouth
... what a vile, disgusting act, thought Janet bitterly to herself and
yet she still had to watch ... she couldn't unglue her eyes from the
obscene spectacle.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Bob's balls as he watched
Gary's wife's face working above his sweating loins. His prick pulled
almost completely out of her mouth and then plunged back in again to
the hilt. His balls slapped up obscenely against her chin and as she
continued her mouthing, she let his large penis slide in and out and
sucked hard on it until she could feel its heated friction against her
lips. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from
the side of her face as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The
muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from
the pressure as he arched his back up off the ground, pushing even
further between the moistness of her lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh
pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.

Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward and took hold
of Julie's mouth with his hands, giving a loud grunt as he forced it
hard all the way down onto his stonelike hardness until Julie's large,
pouting lips were almost smashed flat against the roughness of his
pubic hair.

"NNNNnnnnngggg ..." he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her
breath as the large, rubbery width of his cockhead forced the back of
her throat into an unnatural wideness. But still he held her head firm,
her smooth silken blonde hair slipping beneath his fingers, as with a
groan he began to buck his hips up into her face, forcing his overtaxed
and throbbing prick into the far, hidden recesses of her tonsils. He
suddenly became aware of the fact that once more their roles had been
reversed. Whereas she had been the aggressor, now he was the master of
the situation, fucking into her mouth as if it were his right! The
forbidden pleasure seemed to invade his body and capture him
completely, the pure licentiousness driving him crazy.

Julie's head was bobbing furiously up and down over his cock, working
hard at sucking him, her tongue swirling and licking wetly all around
the head and shaft, never stopping its lewd revolutions and he
controlled each thrust with his own hands. The flames licking at Bob's
loins sent wave after wave of multi-faceted lust sweeping throughout
this huge hulk of a body and his handsome features reflected the
depravity of what he was feeling.

"Suck it, baby ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ... suck it ..." he
began chanting through his tightly clenched teeth as Julie's hands
slipped teasingly and possessively about his hairy balls massaging them
in a slow, hotly exciting rhythm as again and again her husband's
friend slammed roughly into her mouth. She began to suck at him even
more furiously, her full lips cushioning the smooth sensitive flesh of
the head from her teeth and nibbling warmly down to cover every inch of
the wetly thrusting pole of his rock-hard prick.

Julie was filled with a strange new feeling she had only begun to
experience with previous lovers when she had sucked their cocks, but
with Bob ... it was almost as good as being fucked. His strong hands on
her head made her feel as though her mouth was nothing but a wetly
clinging hole for his satisfaction and lust and a masochistic spark
deep inside her increased her lustful excitement. She could feel her
cuntal fluids wetting the narrow tunnel of her vagina and the cool
garden air grazing against the nakedly exposed pubic hairs that covered
her up between her legs.

Suddenly, Bob gasped. The moment was there and a low guttural growl
started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky
sperm begin its journey from the burgeoning depths of his balls, just
as Julie's tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip just right and her
lips clamped tight, and his hands grappled with her hair, pulling her
head down harder on it!

"SUCK IT!" he grunted loudly just as his lust inflamed prick began
spewing hot thick streams of molten cum deep into her desperately
sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she
greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She
went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white hot sperm farther and
farther into the waiting wetness of her hungrily accepting throat. His
hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of
his loins as he pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to flood hotly
against her naked tonsils.

"MMMMMMmmmmmm ..." she sighed, as he jerked his loins lewdly upward one
last time to empty the last of his searingly swirling cum deep into her
openly contracting belly.

"Oh My God!" groaned Julie as she struggled to swallow the final onrush
of his male cum. She loved it, every moment of it and she felt that she
could go on forever making love with Bob. She didn't want him to leave
her, she wanted him all the time as well as her husband Gary, she had
enough for both of them, she knew it!

* * *

Janet Howard suddenly came to her senses. Suddenly she realized that
she had been watching the most foul, obscene thing she'd ever seen in
her life and she'd been watching the act performed on her very own
husband. Suddenly she felt nauseous ... she had to leave, she had to
get out of the garden before they saw her, it would be too humiliating,
she just would die!

She stumbled away blindly and ran into the house, up into her bedroom
where she threw herself down on the bed and started to sob, quietly at
first with increasing strength as she realized what she had witnessed.
She could hardly believe that her husband Bob would touch another woman
let alone make love to her and now she had seen it, she didn't know
what to do. Should she leave him? Oh God! She felt like dying!



Chapter 6


Bob Howard sat up on the grass and grinned at Julie. His cock was still
tingling with the incredible feelings that she had evoked in him.

"We must have fallen asleep," he groaned looking at his watch. "Good
thing we didn't get caught."

"What time is it," yawned Julie sleepily.

"Five o'clock."

"Goodness me, I have to arrange for dinner," Julie said quickly,
springing up to assume her wifely details. "See you at cocktails
darling and be a good boy," she threw over her shoulder and she slinked
off across the lawn seductively, purposely swaying her ample buttocks
from side to side to tantalize Bob.

He watched her disappear and then got up from the grass himself. That's
one hell of a woman, he groaned to himself, now why couldn't I have
married a woman like that instead of bitchy old Janet. At the sound of
his wife's name, Bob Howard suddenly felt guilty. I wonder if she's in
the house, he said suddenly to himself.

Almost the moment Bob turned the door of his bedroom and looked at
Janet's crumpled body lying on the bed, he knew that she had seen him
on the lawn with Julie. Whether she had seen them fucking or not, was
another question but she knew something. It was obvious.

"How was your sailing trip," she sneered, her tearstained face all red
and blotchy.

Bob Howard blushed deeply with obvious guilt. What could he say, where
could he hide. Obviously she knew, he was caught, trapped like a bear
in a cage ... there was no way out!

"How could you, you filthy bastard," she screamed, "fucking in the
bushes like a dirty dog. How could you let her touch you, she's a dirty
bitch. Oh My God! How could you let her put your cock in her filthy
mouth!"

That was all Bob could stand, suddenly he s napped and before he knew
what was happening streams of abuse were pouring from his mouth towards
his young wife. He knew she was shocked, that was obvious from the look
on her face, he had never spoken to her this way in all their marriage.

"Bob, listen honey, I ..." she stammered now, anxious not to enrage her
husband further.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU FUCKING BITCH," he commanded. "I've taken just
about as much of your bitching as I am going to take. Julie happens to
be a real woman, believe me. Janet you wouldn't know what that was, but
I do. All you ever think about is money and the fact that I don't seem
to be as good at doing that as other men. Well, let me tell you
something, Julie looks at me like a man, she makes me feel like a man
and I like the way it feels."

Janet was backing further and further towards the bed now as her
husband Bob pushed her, his face only inches from her, red and
contorted and very ugly. She had never seen him this way before, it was
horrifying. Suddenly she realized that she didn't even know who he was.

"GET ON THAT BED WOMAN. I'M GONNA FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW!! THAT'S WHAT YOU
NEED, A GOOD FUCK!!"

Mortified by his obscene language, Janet couldn't help but fall
backwards in such a way that her dress rode up, showing the thin white
crotchband of her panties under which pressed the swollen mound of her
teasingly hidden pussy. She had just showered and changed for dinner
and now she was ruining her dress. She tried to straighten it out but
this only angered Bob more. He reached under her skirt to pull her
panties down. "NO!" she screamed, trying to get them back up, but it
was no use. Bob pushed them to the floor and kicked them away with his
foot. Grabbing her by the waist he quickly flipped her over.

"Stop it Bob ... Stop it, what are you doing."

"I'm doing to you what I should have done months ago," Bob replied,
lifting up his frightened wife's dress so that he could see the
smoothly naked flesh of her helplessly trembling buttocks.

"Oh!" Janet gasped, as she heard the rustle of clothing behind her.
Obviously Bob was undressing and she once more felt a pang of fear as
she tried to scramble away, but found herself pulled rapidly back into
the same vulnerable position.

Bob's hands were unbuttoning the side button of her dress, pulling down
the zipper and removing it completely without her being able to do a
thing about it. She tried to scream but found that she was too
embarrassed to do so, what if someone came in and found her in this
position?

"Stop, stop, Bob! NO!" she cried as he lifted her sweater up. But it
came too easily off over her head in spite of her tears. This left only
her bra, and Bob, eyeing the tiny clasp at her back ruthlessly ripped
it apart. Janet felt the weight of her released breasts as they pressed
forward, and somehow she felt even more ashamed that their surface was
completely exposed too.

"Don't worry ... I'm not gonna touch your tits!" Bob said gruffly. "Not
yet anyway!"

Bob peered down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he
would do something to really humiliate the little bitch. He hadn't
fucked her in a while, not that it was his fault. She was the one who
wasn't putting out. And of course, now that he and Julie were getting
along so well, he didn't even miss her ... the little prude. Well,
tonight, he was going to see that some of that prudery was washed away.

"I'm going to give you something you'll remember for a long time. I've
got a right, you know ... I'm your husband!"

His finger prodded into the softly yielding crevice between the smooth
fleshed ovals of her ass cheeks as with his other hand he drew them
apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny reddishly
puckered hole of her anus.

"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. Naked behind her, his
thick swollen penis bulged lustfully large, pulsating veins that stood
out on the sides of his rock-hard shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and
deliberately parted the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than
the first time. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his
lips, he bent forward and with his tongue tip licked wetly at the small
brown opening.

"NNNNNnnnnnnooooo ...!" Janet begged all fire and fight drained out of
her as her husband's teasingly flicking tongue sent chills running up
and down her spine. She felt ashamed and more naked than she had ever
felt before.

Bob withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the tight puckered
opening between his wife's nakedly gleaming ass cheeks.

"Spread 'em wider!"

Janet's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could
feel the pull on the tendons where her inner thighs met softly against
her pubic.

Bob stuck his index finger to his mouth and moistened it with his
saliva. Then reaching forward, the tip of his finger found the small
anal entrance and he pushed it up inside until half of it was imbedded
in the small, tightly clenched mouth.

"NNNNNNOOOOO!!!" Janet screamed out as the sudden rush of pain filled
her. She tried to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn and
twist slowly around in the deep rubbery channel of her rectum, sliding
steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt
jerking motions until finally, through the pain, she could feel the
palm of his hand pressing flatly against her soft naked buttock cheeks.

His finger was moving about in her ass, now expanding it, sawing in and
out and the pain was acute. Anger clouded Janet's eyes as she screamed
at her husband, begging him to stop. But as she begged, Bob added a
second finger alongside the first, forcing it with an almost
sadistically satisfied grin into her virgin passage.

Janet felt as though she were a butterfly specimen pinned cruelly to
the bed by some cold, inhuman collector who felt nothing.

"STOP!" she pleaded with her husband, "... for God's sake, PLEASE
STOP!" She tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat
on the bed. Perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just
had to get him to stop somehow. But Bob, his hand hooked strongly under
her buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating
position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling and
playing.

Janet cried out again and again as she felt the searing pain in her
unaccustomed anus as it responded to the steady swinging motion of her
husband's fingers and for a brief moment, she thought she might faint.
She was being subjugated in a lewd, debasing way she had never known
before. He was deliberately stretching her tender anus in a way that
would hurt her the most, making sharp twisting motions just when she
least expected them.

"You snooty little bitch!" Bob hissed between his tightly clenched
teeth. "I'm really gonna give it to you ... no wife has the right to
hold on to her husband ... YOU HEAR ME ...?"

Janet went pale at the sound and tone of her husband's voice. She had
never known him to be like this before. Oh God! she thought. What's
happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her short chestnut
curls fell into her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her
elbows, but every now and then, she would pitch forward, propelled by
the force of Bob's forward rushing fingers.

"Don't ... Please don't, Bob ... don't ... I can't bear it!"

"Oh, you can bear it, all right ... in fact ..." he breathed heavily,
"... you'll do better than bear it ... much better!"

"AAAAaaaaaarrrrrggggg ..." she screamed as Bob punctuated his last
words with a sudden quick twisting motion of his fingers that caused
her widely stretched rectal lips to open slightly and emit a slight
hissing little farting noise. In spite of her poise, her face flushed a
crimson red at the embarrassment.

"Tell me you want to do it!"

"Wh ... what?" Janet asked, not believing her ears.

"Say you want it!" Bob repeated. "Say ... fuck me up the ass!"

"Noooooo ... NNNOOOOOO ... I can't ... I can't!!!" Janet cried into the
crumpled pillow below her face.

"SAY IT!!!" Bob bellowed down at her trembling form. "SAY IT ALOUD AND
CLEAR!!! SAY IT!!!"

"Yes ..." Janet managed to force the word out through her sobbing. "Yes
... do it to me ... that way ..."

"WHAT WAY!"

"Up ... up ... up the ass ... take me up the ass ..."

"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS!!!"

"YES!! FUCK ME!!!" Janet almost screamed out. "FUCK ME UP THE ASS!" She
would do anything now to get this over with. Anything to be released
from the tortuous pain and humiliation that she was being subjected to
be kneeling there with her own husband's middle finger imbedded deep in
her helplessly exposed rectum. But somehow, it never registered in her
clouded brain that there might be more to happen than just Bob forcing
his fingers into her.

Bob's fingers slid out abruptly with an even greater hissing sound and
Janet's slightly stretched anal passage felt relieved and momentarily,
she thought it was all over. But then, she felt her husband's hard firm
stomach pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the
hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with dread
certainty, she felt the hardness of his prick running up and down the
thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy to
the base of her spine. Then, she felt it pressuring softly against the
tiny, nakedly quivering lips of her just emptied asshole.

"NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed out when finally she realized what was
about to happen. "NNNOOOOOO ... YOU CAN'T!"

"YES!!! YES, I CAN ... AND I WILL!!!"

And with that he began to rock and push, working all the time. The pain
was excruciating to her and she clenched her buttocks as tightly as she
could to resist ... but ... again he pulled her helpless body back to
him so that slowly, relentlessly the thick bulbous head of his lust
engorged penis wormed with a small popping sound just up inside the
tight elasticity of his chestnut haired wife's resisting anal passage.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!"

It felt as though he had rammed his entire fist into her. Janet twisted
desperately, trying her best to get away from the red hot searing pain
in her rectum. Bob's lust-hardened prick was sinking further and
further into the dark virgin passage of her anus and to the physical
pain was added a dreadful shameful pain that hurt even more. She had
never known that anything could hurt this much. All that filled her
mind was pain. She just couldn't get away from him. Coherent thoughts
just wouldn't come. A solidly, cylindrical rock was being thrust
mercilessly up into her behind. She screamed out, trying to lift her
head up but Bob pushed her head back down with the flat of his hand and
ground his hips teasingly around so that his cock rotated painfully
inside his helplessly kneeling wife's hotly burning rectum.

He pulled almost all the way out of her and Janet thought for a moment
that she might get some respite from the awful hurt, but her angered
husband lunged forward again and her knees almost collapsed under her,
leaving her gasping, impaled totally by his thick penis wedged like the
end of a heavy axehandle up between her buttocks, his dark curling
pubic hair pressed tightly up into her widely open ass split.

Bob began to gasp for air as he began a steady rhythmic fucking motion
behind her nakedly quivering ass cheeks and completely disregarding her
intense pain sunk himself deeper into the soft hidden passage of her
tightly resisting little nether hole. Janet felt weak and debilitated
and as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible
rape of her intestines back there.

She could feel her husband beginning to warm to his task, beginning to
moan out his lust behind her. She felt the hot touch of his hands
roaming around the naked curves of her body, pinching and kneading her
tender flesh into tiny balls of pain.

Bob gloated above her as he watched the progress of his desire-hardened
cock in the roundly stretched little hole. It felt so tight and good,
he wished he'd done it to her before this. He watched the reddish skin
of the tiny clinging circle draw back with his prick, clutching at it
as if it didn't want him to come out. At first the pressure on his cock
had been unbearable, but now it was just right and exhilarating as it
throbbed hotly around it.

Then unexpectedly a low guttural wail began to seep out from Janet's
throat as without the slightest warning she began to feel a weird
masochistic spark deep within her, come to life. Her belly quivered
with a dully, at first, pleasure at what was happening and something
about this ghastly treatment released that hidden torrent of lust that
lay buried deep inside her ... kneeling lewdly her full rounded
buttocks waving high in the air while her wildly angered husband fucked
mercilessly behind her upraised buttocks into her once virgin rectal
passage.

Bob's eyes were glued to his hardened lust-bloated penis as it
disappeared right up his young wife's ass with every stroke. It went
right in so that not half an inch of it showed and then it moved about
in the tight, resistant hole with the whole length of it straining out
as if it were going to burst. He reached down and struck at her soft
yielding buttocks with hard viscous smacks that resounded through the
room. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowed back making it
glisten in the light of the room. His breath came in short puffing
gasps like a long distance runner, his eyes taking in the whiteness of
her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight
fitting glove.

"OOOOOoooooohhhhhhh ... God ... God ... yesss ... yesss ..." Janet
gasped as her angered husband pressed tight against her soft buttocks
and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her
moans were adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her
buttocks and back, and bright red welts followed his fingers as they
dug into her tender milk white skin.

"MMMMMmmmmm ... ooooohhhhhh ..." Janet began to croon, but the sounds
were different now. Her arousal was apparent even to Bob as her
buttocks began to twist beneath him, offering him encouragement as she
lewdly, salaciously now, ground her naked hips back at him in obscene
invitation. He was fucking deeper up inside his beautiful wife's
asshole than he had ever thought his lustfully burgeoning cock would
go.

"OH GOD BOB ... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME ... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ..."
She felt half crazy as his gigantic rod skewered her tightly into her
open belly and her entire body undulated and jerked, her hair flying,
her mouth gaping. Over and over she cried out, dancing obscenely back
into Bob's powerfully lunging cock, her knees trembling and shaking,
her heart palpitating. The frenzied delight spread to her ignored
moisture drenched pussy and she felt the pleasure take hold there with
an unprecedented strength.

Her husband began to fuck rapidly into her hard and fast, battering and
flattening her quivering buttocks with his strongly driving pelvis. He
gripped her waist with his fingers squeezing the nude, well tanned
flesh that contrasted so sharply with the whiteness of her untanned ass
into strange, odd shapes. His mouth hung open and his breath whirled
out of it in long, broken gasps.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING CUMMINGCUMMING ..." Janet screamed out as Bob gave
one last spine-chilling ramrod thrust. His groans mingled with hers,
his cock growing first stiffer and then exploding out its heavy load of
sperm high up into her wildly sucking anal passage. Wave after wave of
his thick hot jism spewed from the swollen tip of his prick filling her
desperately contracting belly to the hilt with his molten cum.

Bob's fingers dropped down around Janet's thighs to manipulate the
passion moistened lips of his wife's wetly drenched pussy, toying
teasingly, increasing her frenzy as together they experienced the wild,
untamed thrill of mutual orgasm overtaking them.

Janet's rectum had been thoroughly ravished and she knew it. Life would
never be the same, she would never be able to look at herself in the
mirror without thinking of her husband's cock plunged obscenely into
her anal passage.

She wouldn't be able to face anyone else tonight, she just knew it. How
could she sit down at the dinnertable and make polite conversation all
the time knowing that her animal husband was gloating over his
conquest. She might have enjoyed it finally through the pain but she
certainly was not going to let him have the pleasure of really knowing
that. Oh God ... how she hated him!



Chapter 7


Janet Howard fell asleep finally after her husband had gone down for
dinner. She positively refused to talk to him and had almost thrown up
when he had leaned over to kiss her. "Get away from me you filthy pig,"
she had screamed at him. Nor the first time in her married life, Janet
had been afraid, she had really thought he was going to strike her, she
had never seen such anger, such rage on his face before.

Oh God! Why did we come here, she sobbed to herself, I'm so unhappy.

The anguished young wife came out of her sleep to the sound of a sharp
knocking on her door. I wondered who that could be, she thought
sleepily, trailing her dressing gown to the door with her.

"Yes," she said feebly, who is it?

"It's me, Bridget miss. I thought you might like a little dinner on a
tray."

"How sweet," Janet said aloud, realizing in fact that she was rather
hungry now. She threw on her dressing gown and let the Irish maid into
the bedroom, showing her where to put the tray and thanking her.

She turned back to the tray and noticed that there was a pitcher of
martinis on it and two glasses. Now who could the other glass be for,
she pondered. She had hardly thought that thought when another knock
came at her bedroom door.

"Yes," she called out.

"It's me, Gary, thought you might like a little chat."

Janet thought about it for a moment and then realized that it would be
nice to have someone to talk to. Perhaps Gary wasn't so bad after all.
"Come in," she called out.

"Ah good," Gary said as soon as he saw the tray, "so Bridget did her
thing ... good for her."

Gary sat quietly for a while, watching Janet nibble at her food. "How
about a drink," he said at last.

Janet sipped her martini quietly, she felt a little embarrassed, she
didn't know what to say to Gary and yet she knew that she had to tell
him about his wife and her husband.

"Gary, I ... well ... I have to tell you something."

"Really, does it have something to do with Julie and Bob?" he smiled
patiently.

"Yes. How did you know? Well, I saw them together ... they were ...
they were ... Oh God! I can't tell you," she finally sobbed.

"Are you trying to tell me that they were fucking," he smiled at her as
if she was a child.

"W-what ... you know?"

"Of course I know. They have been having a gay old time ever since Bob
arrived here."

The anguished young wife was silent for a moment. "That's not all, Bob
just forced me to ... to ... to ..."

"To do what?" Gary said with an amused look on his face.

Suddenly Janet felt stupid, she didn't see how she could say it but she
knew she had to. "He fucked me in the ass," she said suddenly.

"Is that all. I fuck Julie all the time in the ass. Really Janet you
are quite a little girl you know," he said leaning over and patting her
on the knee. "Why don't you take another drink, it will make you feel
much better."

Janet sat in her chair like one who has been hypnotized. Is everyone
mad around here, she wondered to herself. Her brain was reeling, she
just couldn't understand what was happening to her universe anymore and
the martinis were really beginning to hit her now, on an almost empty
stomach they were working alarmingly fast.

"They did it in the garden as well," she said at last.

"Did what Janet, you'll have to be more specific," Gary said calmly.

"I can't," Janet said finally.

"Perhaps I can help you. You just say yes or no, or even nod your head
so that I understand you and I'll put a few questions to you. It's
important to me to have all the details."

Suddenly Janet saw him take a long thin book from behind him, he must
have had that all along, she thought amazed at her lack of
concentration upon details.

Gary began to read: "Jenny's vagina had a tiny reddish clitoris, and it
still quivered with obvious excitement. The old man's tongue snaked out
and the tip slipped across the tiny point of throbbing flesh."

Oh My God! What is he reading to me, thought Janet wildly, I've got to
get out of here. She tried to rise but Gary pushed her back into the
chair.

"Let me read a little more," he insisted, "now where was I ... oh yes.
The people in the room groaned with delight when they saw the girl was
beginning to feel acute pleasure. The old man teased it wetly with his
tongue and then began to rub it slowly up and down the length of the
little girl's wide open slit, bringing new, pleasurable contortions of
delight to her face."

Try as she might Janet couldn't help but feel naughty thrills of
delight begin to erupt in her pussy as Gary read to her the lewd book.

"The child wrapped her small hands into the old man's thick white hair
and the tiny muscles in her arms stood out right and strained as she
pulled his craggy face forward toward her. With all the strength she
could muster she pulled it directly into the wetness of her loins.
Instantly, her hips began a slow grinding up against him as his
protruding tongue sunk with breathtaking speed deep into the tightness
of her tiny clasping pussy. It was obvious to the people in the room
that the little girl was becoming more and more a quivering mass of
desire as she writhed and twisted under her grandfather's probing
tongue! "What do you think of that, Janet," Gary said suddenly bringing
her back to consciousness.

"Oh My Cod! Gary, how can I answer you," groaned Janet. She wanted to
leave the room but found she couldn't, her legs felt like a quivering
mass of jelly.

"Ah, now here's a scene. Perhaps this is what Julie and Bob were doing
in the garden, how about this ... The man kneeled in front of Tina's
face letting his knees straddle her body on both sides. He had a
gigantic rigid cock that stood out in the air like a cannon positioned
for firing. He held his hand around it, and persistently rubbed the
rubbery, moisture drenched tip against Tina's lips. Tina didn't want to
open them, that much was clear, but he reached forward and forced her
mouth open by covering her nose with his hand. Coughing and sputtering
for breath, Tina fought for a moment in desperation until with a sudden
horrid gasp, she opened her mouth wide. By flicking his hips forward,
the man let his huge blood filled cockhead plunge deep into the
confines of her lips."

As she listened to Gary reading, Janet experienced a sensation totally
unlike anything she had ever experienced in her young life. Instead of
being revolted by the obscene description, she was being turned on by
it.

"Tina's lips expanded and hollowed with each long stroke of the man's
blunt tipped penis into her mouth. He sawed rhythmically back and
forth, back and forth until Tina began to warm to her task. She reached
up and cupped his two softly hanging testicles in her small warm hands.
Above her, the man gasped and encouraged her as she began to suck
hungrily at his thrusting cock."

Janet knew that she should scream and tear the book from Gary's hands
but the tranquilizing effect of the martinis she had consumed made it
impossible for her to do so. Suddenly she felt Gary's arms around her.

"Don't you think cock is such a beautiful word ... much nicer than
penis, don't you think Janet? Listen Janet, I want you to do something,
I want you to visualize what you saw this afternoon, only instead of
seeing Julie and Bob, I want you to imagine two people you don't even
know."

Janet tried very hard to follow Gary's instructions but she found that
she couldn't get Bob's face out of the picture, for that matter she
couldn't get Julie's either. The soft moans and sucking noises she had
heard earlier seemed to be drifting towards her ears once again though
and suddenly as she looked at the picture she saw that one of the
people was herself!

Suddenly she felt Gary's hand ground hard against her breasts and she
uttered a cry, but he gave her soft rubbery nipple a hard pinch beneath
the fabric of her dressing gown, and she was immediately filled with
such a weird combination of pain and pleasure that she thought she
would faint. She tried to cry out but she couldn't as his mouth came
down heavily on hers. Against her wishes she felt her passion rising
now, rising and rising until she felt that she would burst.

"Don't you see, it doesn't matter who fucks who, as long as everyone is
satisfied," Gary murmured into her ear.

"G-Gary, you can't mean ..." Janet gasped.

"Exactly," Gary crooned, crushing her mouth once again with his.

Oh no, this is all wrong, thought Janet wildly to herself, all wrong.
What am I doing letting this man kiss me even and now he's telling me
that he wants to fuck me ... oh no, this can't be ... it just can't be
...

"Janet ..." Gary's voice made Janet tremble wildly, "lie down on the
bed," he commanded.

Suddenly Janet felt starved and unfulfilled, neglected and abandoned
and Gary's voice sounded strangely good to her, like her father's voice
in a way ... yes, that was it, Gary sounded like her father. Almost
like a somnambulist, Janet rose from the chair and walked to the bed,
lying on it as Gary had commanded her to. She felt Gary's mouth
covering hers and his hands moving up inside her dressing gown seeking
out the full heaviness of her breasts. The heat of his hands boldly
encompassed each of her trembling breasts and she gave a little moan of
desire and turned her head slightly to the side. His mouth followed
hers, his hands remaining on her breasts, inching and twisting hard at
the hardened little bullets of flesh on the tips. His tongue ground far
back into the read of Janet's mouth and with his entire body, he pushed
her down, his own body tense and hard against her futile struggling.

"Please Gary, let's stop now," she pleaded. "Let's stop before we go
too far."

She heard no answer from Gary however, he only increased the
manipulation of her sensuously tingling breasts. Janet could feel his
tongue filling her mouth and she felt herself sinking into an abyss of
desire. "Oh God ... this is wrong," she thought and yet she knew there
was nothing she could do about it. She felt Gary's expert fingers
rolling her nipples around and around, making them ever harder and
sensitive and she felt the pain miraculously turning into spark-like
sensations that spread like a brush fire from the peaked quivering
mounds right down to her belly where they spread on down between her
thighs to the vibrant little split of her seeping pussy. She tossed her
chestnut curls back and forth trying to get away from Gary's thrusting
tongue, but it was of no use. She was trapped, impaled, used and
misused.

Gary could hardly believe his luck, it had been much easier getting
Janet onto the bed than he had thought it would be. He felt his cock
throbbing wildly now against his pants and he knew that he would have
to take her soon or explode in his pants. Oh God! I can't wait to fuck
her tight little pussy, he groaned to himself. Never for one moment
allowing his tongue to slip out of Janet's warmly quivering mouth he
started to unzip his pants and to pull them down over his working legs.
Thank God! I didn't wear my shorts, he thought mischievously to himself
as he struggled to kick his pants off his ankles. Oh Boy, I can almost
taste her delicious little pussy now and she's all mine for the taking
... all mine at long last I get to have my rewards!

Bob Howard was intrigued once again with the voluptuous wife of his
best friend. She always seemed to surprise him, show him something
about life that he hadn't seen before or even known about. Now he felt
like a little boy again being led by his mother towards some great
unknown delight. Julie promised him something really special tonight,
something she said that would blow his mind and give him a whole new
perspective on his wife and his marriage ... well, he was ready. After
the incident earlier on in the evening with his wife he was ready to
have his mind blown again!

The anxious husband opened his eyes now to find that he was in Gary and
Julie's bedroom. "Mmmmmm ... well, this is a first," he murmured.

"Oh, this is just the beginning darling," cooed Julie, immediately
crossing the room to him, running her hands over his body and tugging
at the zipper to his pants.

Suddenly Bob looked across the room to the wall that was practically
covered with mirror and saw to his astonishment that someone was making
love through the mirror.

"Who's that?" he asked curiously, "is that a mirror, or what?"

"My sweet innocent," purred Julie, still tugging at his clothes, "that
is a mirror yes and it goes through to another bedroom."

"Why, that's Gary, your husband," stammered Bob.

"Of course darling, who else. This is his house you know."

Bob felt his cock begin to lurch in his pants as he watched his best
friend licking some hotly churning girl's naked cunt ... really doing
her in! The girl seemed to really like it too from the way she was
wriggling and squirming her hips to meet Gary's foraging mouth.

"Exciting?" Julie cooed, running her fingers up and down the huge thick
hardness of his prick, fondling the blunt tipped head and withdrawing
the loose foreskin, pulling it down taut with each down stroke.

"God, yes ..." Bob replied. "Do you and Gary do this often ... I mean
watch each other fuck ..."

"Of course honey, don't you think it's fun?"

Bob continued to look at the couple, but now his hands were searching
eagerly up under Julie's dress, searching out her delicious blonde-
fringed pussy, while her fingers massaged his aching cock.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed ... "Just look at her go!" Suddenly he was
curious, "who is she anyway," he questioned.

"You'll see darling," Julie purred seductively. "Ooooohhhh, honey ...
that feels good ... right there!" She bumped her hips up a little as
Bob's middle finger teased beneath the silken little crotchband of her
panties into the narrow wet split of her cunt, tickling at her swollen
clitoris.

Bob turned a little of his attention to the disturbing presence of his
best friend's wife beneath him. He guessed he could fuck all night ...
the way he felt right now.

"Ever do it standing up?" Julie asked, with a thin, lewd smile on her
lips.

In the other bedroom, Gary reared up from his best friend's wife's wet
and glistening pussy. He looked down into her desire riddled features
with an expression of utter satisfaction.

"Oh Janet ... it is going to be good to fuck you," he moaned.

Kneeling up between Janet's open thighs, he watched her close, her eyes
tight again but noticed that she made another gesture toward getting
away.

"You liked to get your cunt sucked, don't you?" he asked ..." Well,
you're gonna like this, too."

Janet lay still, her belly heaving as though she were going to burst.
Oh God! She couldn't help but be excited by Gary's obscene words.

"You're a hot little piece of ass Janet, and don't you ever think any
different."

Trembling, half in fear and half in anticipation, Janet kept her thighs
open wide, as her husband's best friend levered up over her, letting
his hands rest on her shoulders. Then, he dropped one hand between
their bodies and gripping his hard throbbing cock between his fingers
pushed it slowly forward, letting the thick, rubbery head part the full
fleshiness of Janet's cuntal lips. The thin, vainly resisting little
hairlined opening parted slowly as with a shudder, Janet felt the entry
of Gary's lust-hardened cock. She shuddered as she felt its hardness
penetrating the soft, moistly slippery mouth of her defenselessly naked
pussy, and held her breath for a long moment.

Gary pushed, bearing down and up a little at the same time.

"Oooooooooooooh!" she cried, feeling the first pressure hard and thick
against the tight hair-lined mouth of her vagina.

"AAAAAAAaaaaagh!" The tip slipped completely through stretching the
rubberly yielding channel wide as it advanced, and Janet felt as though
she were being split in two by the girth of Gary's desire-thickened
penis.

Watching her beautifully young face contorted by shock and her
involuntarily rising lust made Gary suddenly go completely wild. He had
to fuck her and fuck her good ... He just couldn't wait a second
longer! He grunted heavily and fell forward, letting his weight smash
against her full firm breasts, pushing them tightly back against her
naked chest. Thrusting his hips forward simultaneously his giant cock
moved forward into her cunt, an irrepressible object battering
relentlessly against her softly giving vaginal walls.

The soft moist flesh of her tightly clenched pussy gave way like warm
melted butter before the battering ram of Gary's cock, retreating back
in helplessly rippling waves as with a loud groan, he smashed hard
against the trembling upturned cheeks of her buttocks, filling her so
completely that she cried out in a screaming agony of desire.

"OOOOOOOOH GIVE IT TO ME, GARY!!! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!!!"

She was like one possessed now, all thoughts of the rights or wrong of
the situation were gone from her mind, all thoughts of her husband Bob
were completely erased. All that mattered to her now was the battering
cock in her hungry pussy, she wanted it, she really wanted cock for the
first time in her life ... she wanted his cock!

* * *

As Bob was ramming his enormous cock high into Julie's wide spread
pussy, while she stood, his knees slightly bent, leaning back against
the glass wall, he suddenly heard his own wife's voice. Julie had
turned on the sound switch that sent all the noises from the second
bedroom through to the master bedroom. Bob's eyes opened wide and over
Julie's shoulder, he could now see Janet's face very clearly. He hardly
recognized her, her face was a contorted mask of unadulterated lust,
and she moaned and whimpered, twisting her whitely naked young buttocks
in lewd abandon under Gary's obsessed ravishment of her cunt!

"Janet!" he cried, but Janet couldn't see or hear him in the other
room, she just kept right on grunting and groaning, egging Gary on with
each stroke of his cock, letting it bore far up into the hidden
recesses of her womb.

"OH, IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD, DO IT GOOOOOOOOOD, OH GARY!"

Bob could see now the sticky wet fluids from his wife's cunt flooding
hot and heavy around Gary's rampaging cock. He had never known she had
it in her, for Chrissakes! The dual shock of seeing his wife with
another man and that man being his best friend was having a strange
effect on him! A very erotic effect!

"You'll have to excuse me for a minute!" he said grimly to Julie,
letting his cock wetly slip from her insatiable pussy.

"Of course darling, I quite understand," Julie said sympathetically.

"Is there another door into the bedroom?"

"Right through here," Julie said pointing to a small handle in the end
of the mirror.

Bob turned the handle sharply, his cock waving lewdly before him,
bounding into the room.

"Roll over!" he screamed down at the two wildly fucking figures on the
bed. "Roll over!"

Janet was so lost in her passion that she barely knew there was now
someone else in the room with her and Gary. But Gary had been waiting
for just this moment and knew instinctively what Bob had in mind.
Without losing a single rhythmic stroke, he rolled over onto his back
pulling Janet's small frame on top and straddling his much larger bulk,
giving Bob clear access to Janet's recently indoctrinated anal opening,
as he continued fucking up into her hungrily clasping vagina.

Bob jumped on top of his wife's back, flattening her down onto his best
friend's hard chest, and letting his lust-hardened prick rest up
between the smooth, tightly clenching crevice between the two whitely
shimmering globes of her ass. He grunted with pleasure as Gary's
thrusts upwards into Janet's streaming cunt pushed her helplessly
trapped body up against him, forcing the length of his prick deeper
into the softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks.

Janet was aware of another presence now and she felt a mounting fear at
what was about to happen and yet still she couldn't relinquish the
pleasurable ecstatic joy of the hardened cock that belonged to her
husband's best friend fucking up into her heated vagina. She was awed
by Gary's strength as he entered her powerfully from below, each stroke
making her grunt out her breath into his mouth locked tightly to hers.
The moments passed and she tried to ignore the thought that anything
terrible was going to happen as the growing swell of desire overwhelmed
her. But a few seconds later, he, buttocks were being stretched wider
apart and she felt the hard pulsating tip of another male penis teasing
against the tiny puckered mouth of her rear passage. It was still
slightly stretched from its previous attack and without having to see
who it was, she knew that it was her husband Bob who had caught her
being fucked by his best friend!

"OOOOOOOOoooooh God! No! Don't let him hurt me! NNNNNOOOOOO!!" she
pleaded down into Gary's mouth, her lips still locked tightly to his
and her mind swelling with fear of what her husband might do in his
anger at having caught her committing this incestuous adultery.

But there was no respite and she felt the small, rubbery lips of her
tightly clenched anus being ceaselessly prodded at and suddenly pop
open and slip tightly over the smooth rubbery head of the cock of her
husband boring into her from behind.

"Oooooooollhhh God!" she grunted this time in greater fear as she felt
her buttocks contract helplessly in protest and by their very action
suck it involuntarily deeper up inside the futilely clenching walls of
her anal channel.

On the other side of the two way mirror, her excitedly watching friend
Julie groaned as she saw the unrelenting hardness of Bob's cock, still
wet from her own vaginal juices, pop suddenly through the tight,
restricting little ring of flesh. Her mouth hung open as she saw the
young, helplessly squirming Janet's roundly stretched anus slipping
over and clasping the tip of her husband's cock like a tightly
stretched rubber band. He grinned above her like an evil, avenging
devil and thrust his hips down hard, again sinking his prick halfway to
the hilt. Janet cried out in pain, the sound muffled by her lover's
mouth covering hers and flailed her legs out on either side of the two
men, filling both the wide split openings up between her legs.

Bob's thick, hard cock pushed into the moist naked split of her behind,
never pausing for a second on it's bellyward journey as it sought to
impress itself all the way up inside her tiny hairless anus.

Janet jerked forward in pain. The huge penis that churned deep in her
vagina seemed to meet the unwanted elongated shaft that ground
ceaselessly forward into her vainly clenching little rectum. Inside
somewhere, the two blunt edged rods of male flesh were rubbing almost
against each other, separated at the base by only the thin partition of
tight elastic flesh dividing her cunt and anal mouths. She groaned in
anguish, holding onto her lover's shoulders for dear life. She had
never in her life felt anything remotely resembling this incredible
dual ravishment. She was impaled brutally from both sides and there was
no escape from the excruciating torture. She could feel her husband's
hair circled loins pressing into her back as he strained forward,
hooking his cock ever forward and upward between her trembling white
buttocks and in front, the hairy base of Gary's cock spread her small
pink cuntal lips to their utmost width as his groin pressed
persistently against the wide open split of her vulva. Her clitoris
rubbed unmercifully against the curling pubic hair of Gary's groin
while giant waves of pain vibrated through every fiber of her being as
her husband's thick rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her
tiny puckered anus reaching the furthermost depths of her bowels with
its probing hardness.

Suddenly, she felt the three of them rolling over once more, this time
putting her husband, Bob, underneath her and once more, Gary lay on top
of her and still neither man lost a single stroke. Then, a few moments
later, both men fell into a single mutual rhythm, buffeting her between
them like a sack of soft resilient foam rubber. Janet was uttering a
single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her
but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they
smacked into her body with harder and harder force.

Julie watched mesmerized, her eyes a few feet away from the incredible
spectacle where the two lust thickened cudgels skewered into Janet's
wide stretched loins like twin battering rams. Her excited lust-dimmed
eyes watched the moist long cocks wet from Janet's vaginal secretions
fucking into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt
drawing back with Gary's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back
inside as he rammed it home again deep into her belly. The same was
true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched little
asshole as Bob screwed into it with a demonic fury.

And then, what seemed the impossible happened. Julie suddenly heard the
low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and
then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of
passionate pleading.

Janet was beginning to enjoy it!

It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very
helplessness of her position or from the lewd, obscene thought of being
fucked half to death by two men at once like this ... one man her
husband and the other, her husband's best friend! But whatever it was,
she began to feel it. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the
upthrusts of Bob's cramming it into her rectum and then forward again
to swallow the whole of Gary's plunging cock into her suddenly hot
streaming pussy. Her entire body undulated between the two wildly
fucking men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles of
ecstatically rising desire.

With long smooth strokes, Bob plunged the full length of his penis in a
punishing rhythm of debauchery far into his chestnut-haired wife's
helplessly exposed rear opening, while between the two men, she jerked
and quivered as her ears resounded hotly to the lewd, grunting sounds
of pleasure emanating from her madly aroused ravishers.

"Oooooyyyyyessssss ...!!!" Gary began to chant out, bucking and
churning, his giant cock slipping and sliding, impaling her hot
clasping pussy with new determination. He grunted and groaned and Janet
knew that he was going to cum into her at any moment. Frantically, she
caught onto his hair, her hair flung back, mouth open and gaping, eyes
rolling back in their sockets. Her husband plowed jerkily into her
buttocks as suddenly Gary's prick began to spurt thick hot jets of cum
directly up into his wife's enraged cervix. Her chestnut curls bobbed
from side to side as she bucked and churned, obscene words of
encouragement spewing from her mouth.

"YYYYYESSSSSS!!! FILL MEEEEEEEE!!! CUUUUUMMMMMIN MEEEEEE! ...
YYYYESSSSS!!!"

Both men, overwhelmed by her response, squeezed and fingered at her
tender, sweat slickened body in the final convulsive states of their
ruthless fucking of her helpless body between them. Four hands grappled
with her trembling breasts then four hands pulled at her hotly
quivering buttocks. Her cockfilled pussy was kneaded thirstily from
behind with lewdly flicking fingers as Bob slipped his hands between
the drenched flesh of his wife and his still climaxing friend.
Powerfully he jogged forward one last time, feeling Janet's anal
passion-strengthened muscles contracting wildly around his cock.

"FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK! FUCK YOUR ASSHOLE BACK!" he panted into his
wife's ear as he released wave after wave of his hot steaming cum deep
into the burning channel of her bowels. His hairy balls smacked hard
against the underside of her soft nether cheeks with a last jerking
tremble, he pressed tight against her, feeling her rectum full to
almost bursting point with the molten fluids spurting from the swollen
bulb at the tip of his prick.

Janet was now riding the most ecstatic orgasm of her life. She bucked
and writhed and tossed between the two deeply impaled cocks until she
thought she would go out of her mind with pleasure. She had never
experienced such divine pleasure before, it was so good it was almost
painful. She was being drowned in an ocean of bliss and she wanted it
to go on forever and ever ... she never wanted this wild fucking to
stop. It had taken her years to know that fucking could be this good
and now she wanted as much as she could get ... as far as she was
concerned they could plunge their hot cocks into her all night long!



Chapter 8


Julie Spencer grinned lewdly to herself ... now they're ready for me,
she chuckled softly, moving through the secret passageway into the
second bedroom.

"You didn't think you were going to leave me out, did you?" she smiled
seductively to her lover and her husband as she approached the bed and
the satiated triangle strewn across it.

"OH NO ... OH MY GOD!" gasped Janet as she saw Julie's obscenely
grinning face.

"Julie baby, I was wondering when you would make your entrance. Want
one of your little treats, do you. Janet I hope you're ready for
Julie's specials, because they're the best around."

Bob was holding his wife now so that she couldn't escape. Janet was
puzzled, what was Gary talking about ... what was a special and what
did Julie have to do with it. Suddenly she felt Julie's hand on her
breast and she knew without a shadow of a doubt what they were
referring to.

"NO!" she shrieked, "NO, YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!"

"Gary, I think Janet needs another little drink, she's scared of me,
she needs to relax a little," Julie crooned in her hypnotic voice.

Janet watched mesmerized as Julie got up, her naked buttocks jiggling
seductively and moved to pour Janet yet another martini. As soon as she
reached the bed again, she handed Janet her drink and started to
massage her breasts once again.

"What beautiful titties you have darling," she cooed.

Janet could hardly believe what was happening to her, how could this
woman be touching her this way and how could Bob and Gary allow it?

"Now lie back darling and relax," whispered Julie sexily and she began
to push Janet back onto the bed.

Janet was beside herself now, sobbing wildly, "No ... no ... no ..."
how could she allow a woman to touch her this way, how could she?

"You're perverted, leave me alone," she begged.

"Spread your legs honey," commanded Julie sternly now.

"Come on honey, spread 'em," Bob joined in, "just like you did for Gary
here."

"Come on Janet, don't hold out that lovely pussy, you've got a
beautiful pussy, Julie should have a little too."

Julie knelt between Janet's legs now and peered into the cleft opening
of Janet's soft, still sperm flooded cunt. It was still warm and pliant
from its recent fucking by the two penises of the men. Her own full
breasts hung down between the younger woman's thighs, and watching
them, Bob thought to himself ... God ... they were both made for
fucking! Seeing the two incredibly formed women together was truly
exciting and the two men sat close by with their drinks to watch.

Janet with a figure like some fantasy creature, perfect in every way.
Full firm breasts that jutted out above a slender torso and tiny waist.
Hips that someone must have dreamed up, and thighs and legs made for
wrapping around a man's back. She was magnificent! And Julie, whose
long blonde curls made a perfect contrast to Janet's short chestnut
curls, with her equally fabulous breasts and slender hips almost like a
boys.

They watched as Julie nimbly got to her knees in front of Janet and
then matter-of-factly parted the young wife's legs, revealing the
vulnerable young vaginal split that they had plundered so violently
just before. Their pricks jumped to attention once more as they watched
the look of mortification of Janet's face as Julie pried her legs even
further part after Janet made a last futile attempt to close them
again.

"Baby, I'm going to lick your little pussy so you'd better relax,"
ordered Julie.

"Yes, listen to the lady," commanded Bob.

Janet knew she was licked, she might as well relax. She was so ashamed
she didn't know what to do. She felt utterly naked and vulnerable and
tears streamed down her cheeks. She knew that Julie was staring right
into her wide open vagina and that Bob and Gary were watching
everything that happened.

Julie's fingers were really beginning to explore the still moist little
opening of Janet's still warm pussy now, making searing contact with
every little cranny of the sensitive organ. With an expert touch, her
thumb smoothed around Janet's clitoris while her fingers began to slip
teasingly into her vagina.

Janet knew that she was now among the lowest of the low. Yet she knew
she would endure it.

"Come on baby, relax," she heard Gary urge her.

"God, her cunt's tight," groaned Julie, looking at the two lewdly
grinning men. "How did you two ever get those huge pricks of yours
inside her?"

"Don't worry about us darling," Gary urged, "make sure she enjoys you."

"Don't worry, I will," smiled Julie salaciously.

Her nails scraped for an instant against the walls of Janet's vaginal
walls, tearing at the tender abused flesh and Janet bit her lips,
gasping at the sharp pain. Then Julie pushed herself up between Janet's
legs a little further and brushed her breasts against her tender inner
thighs by moving her body slowly from side to side. As she did so, she
began to massage the moistened crevice of Janet's pussy with both hands
now, gliding slowly up and down on her passion drenched loins.

"Ooooooooohhhhh ..." Janet moaned, no longer knowing exactly what was
happening to her. All she knew was the very sensation of what was being
done to her body. One last remnant of shame rose in her, then Julie
plunged two of her fingers teasingly into the wet opening of Janet's
slowly surrendering cunt. Even though she was already wet with climatic
juices from her previous ravishment, her inner muscles were still
tightly contracted so that with the first plunge of the invading
fingers, she cried out once more at the small sharp pain. But soon it
abated as Julie began an insistent in and out motion, causing small wet
sucking noises as she did so.

Her other hand went under Janet's buttocks and slowly manipulated their
lush white softness while her serpent like tongue found the gentle
indentation of Janet's navel and performed a sensuous circular dance
within its confines.

"MMMmmmmmm ..." Julie cooed out loud. "How nice you feel ... just right
for my hand ..." And with that, she added another finger to the now
slowly squirming chestnut-haired wife's hot pliant opening, plunging up
through the tightened ring of outer flesh to the softness of her
helplessly pulsating walls inside.

Janet arched her back at the pressure being forced within her. A
seeping pleasure began to unfold deep in her suddenly hotly quivering
belly. To her bewildered and tormented mind, it almost seemed to stem
from the very idea that she was being taken advantage of in this way
... being forced to be a party to this lewd performance. Once again the
thought of how she must look to someone watching ... and indeed, this
time there was someone watching ... the helpless girl, trapped beneath
this woman, nothing but an object for the delight of the only two men
in her life. She began to flex and unflex the inner muscles of her
thighs inadvertently increasing the mounting pleasure in her loins. She
was aware that her buttocks were being squeezed gently and it made her
begin to push her hips further down into the bed at each thrust of
Julie's hand.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Julie whispered up to Janet now, low enough
so that the men wouldn't hear.

Janet let out a low helpless moan ... It was all getting to be too much
for her. She could barely control herself. She could feel the two men's
eyes on her, and she didn't know which was more horrible ... her lover
or her husband. They were all looking at every single detail of her
shame ... her shameless undulating was being carefully watched! Then
all of a sudden, without any warning, she was no longer a wife and
mistress to the lewdly bulging eyes watching ... she was only an animal
lusting after the satiation of her needs! Delightful spasms began to
rack her body as she bucked and turned beneath Julie's steady fondling.
Her hand seemed to have become an integral part of her insides by now,
so closely did it mold to the streaming contours of her aching pussy.
Her long legs began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her
rotating hip. Julie's tongue on her belly was almost driving her mad.
It was all so good!

She could feel her desire mounting second by second as the hotly
teasing fingering of her wetly contracting cunt continued. The two men
were now standing beside the low couch, fascinated by the unbelievable
extent of Janet's arousal.

"Good god ... to think that that's my wife!!" Bob groaned.

"Yeah, and she's being fingered by my wife," moaned Gary.

Janet could hear them talking, but the words only served to increase
her frenzy. Tiny gushing floods of excited moisture seeped from between
her open legs and suddenly Julie's tongue was moving along her stomach
... down, down further to the unbearable tense little pointed clitoris
that stuck out from the damp matted curls of her aroused pussy. It
seemed almost to be begging to be touched.

Julie clamped her wetly sensual lips around it and began to suck softly
on it as her hand worked its way salaciously in and out, around and up
in the flaming hot passage up between the helplessly squirming woman's
thighs.

With a low growl, Janet signaled that she was only conscious of her own
needs now ... her head tossed wildly from side to side, her hands went
down to Julie's blonde curly hair and held it, as she continued to lap
and suck at her steadily flowing juices. Tantalizingly, Julie found the
opening between Janet's buttocks with her other hand and slowly worked
her finger into the tightness of the tiny puckered rectum, so recently
plundered by Janet's husband. Ignoring the young woman's muffled squeal
of discomfort, she wormed it in as far as it would go ... and this
added a unique and unexpected heightening to the already unbearable
passion coursing through Janet's body.

Julie lifted her head from its position at the burning center of her
lover's wife's thighs and pulled herself up so that her face was now
level with Janet's ecstatically quivering breasts. Still working her
agile fingers in the two straining orifices, she managed to bend over
so that she could mouth her squirming young victim's nipple tipped
breasts.

Janet felt as though she had been missing something all her life. The
growing sensual delight in her pussy told her that from now on she
would seek out this blissful joy ... no matter whether from a man or a
woman ... she had to have this exquisite feeling! Tiny sparks were
leaping from her attacked nipples as Julie kneaded and sucked at them
with her tongue. She began to relish every stroke, every touch,
becoming a bundle of craving desires. The smoothness of a woman's skin
all over her ... it was almost like making love in the water, compared
to a man's skin. She knew that soon she would reach the breaking point.
She felt like a giant time bomb was set to explode up inside her
helplessly trembling belly. The sound of her own screaming reached her
as if from a great distance, and she was vaguely aware of her flailing
arms and legs. Yes, the explosion was about to happen ... her rolling,
tossing, naked body arched and contracted beneath Julie's expert
fingers and tongue.

All feelings of shame were completely gone, only the glorious moment of
orgasm that went on and on, overwhelming her with its intensity, making
her behave like a gluttonous slut, begging and sighing and moaning out
her pleasure wildly, shamelessly.

"Aarrgghhh oooHHHggy YESSsYESS!"

It seemed to go on for so long that the startled onlookers could hardly
believe their eyes. Julie panted and held on to her convulsing victim
for dear life while Bob and Gary stood close by, holding onto their
rigid cocks.

"OOOooohhh ... AAAaaahhh! I'm cumming ... CUMMING!!" she moaned as
relief and joy spread from her besieged pussy to every point of her
body down to her curling pointed toes. As the sounds of her delight
gradually dwindled to several low whimpers, Bob stepped forward quickly
and separated the two nakedly perspiring women. His mouth was
completely dry, and he was totally overcome with emotion by the sight
he had just witnessed. Janet had relaxed alright ... too much! He was
suddenly consumed by a burning jealousy that was stronger than anything
he had ever felt when he had watched Janet with Gary. What she needed,
he decided, was another test of a man's cock ... and he was the one it
was going to be!!

Julie staggered into her husband's arms now, "God, what a hot little
cunt," she panted.

Gary smiled lewdly as his wife fell into his arms, and pulling her down
to the softly carpeted floor he whispered into her ear, "but watch this
honey," he said, placing his hands between her trembling thighs.

They both looked up to see Bob shoving his again hardened cock into his
swooning wife's wet and pulsating cunt that was still visibly trembling
from the waves of her recent orgasms.

"Oh baby, what a fuck you are now!" Bob cried out as he felt his stiff
penis slipping into his wife's tight warm sheath. He slammed into her
so hard that he lifted her entire bottom half off the bed. Blow after
blow, he fucked into the ecstatically wailing young woman, letting his
balls smack loudly against the whiteness of her smoothly upturned ass
cheeks.

"AAAaahggh!" Janet screamed as battered pussy once more was subjected
to a tortuous beating.

"Now ... you're going to have to work harder for me this time than you
did for Julie, honey!!" he cried, his face a mask of fury. He began to
fuck into her with brutal strokes, not caring that he was hurting her
as she groaned and twisted beneath his flailing body. Again and again,
she pleaded with him, but he reached out to the side and pushing his
hands beneath her buttocks, lifted her up and bent her backward so that
she was almost doubled over, her knees hitting the couch seat up over
her shoulders. His driving loins smacked hard against her, resounding
through the room.

"BOB BOB ...!!" she cried, helplessly, but nothing would stop him, and
she found herself letting loose a steady stream of invective against
him. There was no more pain left in her body she had thought after the
awful anal punishment he had made her suffer.

"OH DARLING!! OH DARLING!!" Janet wailed. She felt like he was
obliterating her, smashing her to smithereens ... and she could think
of nothing better than to be utterly destroyed in this magnificent
manner. Bob felt the tremendous difference in his wife's response and
with a groan, he began to call her name. THIS WAS THE WAY HE HAD WANTED
TO FUCK HER EVER SINCE HE'D KNOWN HER! With every stroke, she responded
with a push of her own, until they were fucking so rhythmically and
beautifully, that Bob thought they could go on forever!

She was so beautiful, he could hardly believe that she was his wife and
as Janet opened her eyes she looked upon her husband in a new and
entirely different way. "Yes Bob, I really do love you," she chanted
over and over again.

"ME TOO, BABY," groaned Bob, feeling her inner vaginal muscles
contracting so hard around his wildly pistoning cock, that he thought
it would burst of happiness. "This is more like it, honey ... isn't
it?" he cried, and then in silence they concentrated on assuaging their
mutual lusts, each one determined to give the other his utmost
attention.

There was silence in the room now, the only sounds being that of
ecstasy. Gary and Julie rolled and writhed and bucked and fucked wildly
into each other and Bob and Janet took pleasure with each other until
they were all four of them satiated. Initiated at last into the true
pleasures of fucking, Janet knew that she had at long last found
herself as a woman ... never again would she be uptight and angry with
her husband, even if he didn't make a lot of money, he was her man.

Suddenly the door opened and to everyone's mutual surprise, Bridget the
maid walked in.

"I thought you would like a little something to eat mum," she smiled
shyly at Julie.

Julie Spencer was quite taken aback, Bridget seemed totally nonplussed
by the situation, in fact she seemed to be happy to be in the room.

The four sex-ridden people watched in silent wonder as the maid moved
over to the little table at the side of the bed and placed down the
tray. It was at that moment that they all realized that Bridget wasn't
wearing her usual maid's dress, she was wearing a much shorter dress
and as she bent over to place the tray on the table they saw the white
expanse of her buttocks. BRIDGET WASN'T WEARING ANY PANTIES!

All four of them gasped at once and then Gary's hand swept underneath
Bridget's dress and began to fondle her buttocks wildly. All eyes were
on Bridget as Gary continued his lewd ministrations and the maid began
to tremble violently suddenly as his fingers suddenly plunged up into
her open moist, waiting pussy.

Janet heard Julie suck in her breath and watched with bated breath as
Gary slowly pulled up Bridget's dress. Now she was fully exposed to the
party, her thighs and naked legs shimmering in the dim light.

"My God! Bridget, you're beautiful," Julie Spencer gasped. And then
Gary pulled Bridget's dress all the way over her head until she was
standing stark naked in front of them. Her jet black curls were
suddenly unleashed from the prim bun and they all realized that Bridget
the Maid was a stunning beauty.

"Why don't you lie down Bridget, you'll feel better," Gary said
solicitously.

Bridget moved easily over to the bed now and lying back allowed her jet
curls to cascade over the pillows.

Janet watched fascinated as Gary's hands began lewd seductive motions
over Bridget's voluptuous form, lying so helplessly on the bed, just as
she had been earlier. "Open your gorgeous thighs Bridget," he urged and
as she did so Janet noticed that Gary's hardened penis was waving
wildly in the air.

Bridget spread her thighs wider and Janet heard Julie chuckle to
herself, "I can't wait to suck this little pussy myself."

"Everyone gets to fuck Bridget, that is if that's what Bridget wants."

"OH YES, PLEASE!" cooed Bridget seductively, "that's exactly what I
want."

"Good, but me first," groaned Gary, "I can't wait," he crooned lewdly,
reaching forward to run his middle finger up the tightly closed vaginal
slit, parting the softly curling hairs of the maid's cunt and making
smooth teasing contact with the slowly moistened flesh beneath. He
hooked his middle finger slightly up into her tight little vaginal
opening and Bridget shivered and cried out in a mixture of agony and
pleasure.

Janet could feel a rising lust in the pit of her belly as she kept her
eyes glued to the lewd sight. Behind her she could feel her husband's
hands on her naked buttocks again and she felt her inner thighs moist
with desire. She was more than ready and reaching over she grasped her
husband's hot, rigid cock and pulled forward on it until he was right
up against her buttocks from behind. Bob turned his wife on her stomach
and straddling her, inserted his quivering rod of flesh once again
between the little ridges of tender flesh of her pussy sticking his
cock downward just beneath her ass cheeks. This way, lying on her
stomach, Janet could see what Gary was doing to the maid. She wriggled
a little so that Bob's cock pressured forward slowly and by opening her
legs slightly, allowed it to slither slowly up into her excitedly
moistening pussy, sliding all the way up with one smooth stroke into
her waiting womb.

"MMMMMMmmm!" she moaned as she felt the thick rubber head graze
teasingly back against her cervix.

She looked across at Julie now, the beautiful woman was slowly and
tenderly caressing Bridget's body also and Bridget was caressing
Julie's pussy as Julie's husband began to tongue in and out of her
wildly quivering cunt. Suddenly Janet realized that everyone was going
to get satisfaction this time, everyone at once.

"FUCK ME HONEY, FUCK ME," she screamed out to her husband, "LET
EVERYONEFUCKEVERYONE."

"I'll second that," moaned Julie as her own body began to vibrate
deliciously with the salaciously thrusting of Bridget's fingers into
her warmly moist cuntal opening. "And welcome Bridget to our little
club."

"I'll say," murmured Gary, lifting his mouth for one brief moment from
Bridget's squirming pussy. "Bridget is the best maid yet."

And then there was silence, no more words were heard, only the wild
moans and cries of sexual abandonment as the orgiastic coupling on the
bed rocked and writhed its way to ecstasy. First one exploded and then
the other and then the other and finally they were all coupled again,
only with different partners.

"Here we go again," Janet grinned lewdly. "Oh Bob honey, I love
fucking, I really love fucking."

"You can say that again," they all echoed. "FUCKING IS FUN!"


The End