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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife.html
A Helpful Wife
Chapter 4
"No, Melanie," Amos Anderson whispered with rising heat. "No,
don't think
about how your husband fucked you. Think how much better it will be
when I
make love to you! No man has ever made love to you... gentle, blissful
love...
but I will. I'll show youlead youto the joys you've missed."
He pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other on
the
long, wide couch, and then he ground his loins tightly into her's,
sliding his
hand up over the soft roundness of her buttocks beneath her short
mini-skirt.
"Oh, Amos, no!" Melanie whimpered into the wetness of his mouth
as he
leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips. She tried to pull away
from
him, but she could not seem to find the energy to resist his caressing
touch
and delicious kiss, the evil effects of the marijuana gluing her to his
arms.
She squirmed against the cushion of the couch, forcing the crotch band
of her
panties deeper into the crevice of her inner thighs. Its smoothness
excited
the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She could feel tiny throbs
beginning to
pulse in the little bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lips
tightly to
hold back the forbidden sensations that were slowly building up between
her
legs. Dear God, what was happening to her?
Her alcohol and marijuana-dazed body stiffened as she felt her
handsome
employer begin massaging her softly trembling buttocks from behind. As
he
ground his loins harder against her, his mouth still locked wetly to
her's, she
gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants
pressing into her own unwantedly moistened genitals. She clenched her
eyes
tightly shut, fighting her new unquenchable passions, but the soft
fingers of
his hand nipping teasingly against her inner buttocks and the hardness
of his
pulsating penis grinding into her loins brought further moans of
helpless
submission to her lips.
"Oh, Amos, please don't," she mewled as she felt more lewd
delicious
feelings rippling across the surface of her flesh. "N-No one but my
husband has
ever touched me like this!"
"Always a first time for every thing, my dear," he laughed
softly,
dropping his other hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the
flatness of her belly.
"Ohhh, don't do this to me please!" she sobbed. Her body jerked
slightly
as she felt Anderson's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her
short
skirt up the front of her naked thighs. She moaned and tried again to
pull
away, using all her will power to overcome the strange new sensations
that were
unwantedly building up deep in the pit of her stomach.
"My dear, what you need is to be made love to properly for just
once,"
Anderson whispered. "Just once. You'll never have to be unhappy with
what
you're getting at home again!"
Melanie gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her
skirt reach
the top of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and his fingers
suddenly come
in searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An
electrifying shock
danced along the nerves of her inner thighs as she felt him trying to
slip his
fingers slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She
squirmed
desperately but futilely against the unyielding strength of his
embrace,
whimpering as the full impact of this handsome older man wanting to
make love
to her burst through the lulling effects of the marijuana and brandy.
God,
what had come over him? And worse, what had come over her? They were
both
married, and just because her husband was three thousand miles away was
no
excuse for her to act like some whore! She had to get out of this
awful mess
before it was too late!
"Please, Mr. Anderson," she sobbed helplessly, cringing against
the back
of the couch. "Oh, please let me go! I feel like a fool behaving this
way
with you. I love Tim no matter what, and I can't do anything I'd be
sorry for
later. I just can't, Mr. Anderson!"
"Amos, my dear. Call me Amos, remember?" He smiled paternally
down at
the fearful young wife. "And why can't you enjoy yourself a little on
the
side? Nobody would know. Your husband is out in New York, and
besides, he's
probably balling some pick-up he's made in a bar right now!"
Melanie moaned in self-pity. The suspicions she'd been harboring
about
Tim being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like a dagger as she
heard
Anderson's words. "I-I don't care," she said miserably, knowing she
did. "I
would know what I had done, and that would be enough. I'd never be
able to
face my husband again! I've gone too far as it is!"
"Too late, my dear," Anderson chuckled with a cold, cruel glint
in his
eyes, as he decided to really take the initiative, "I want you, and
deep down
inside you know you want me to make love to you. And by God, that's
what's
going to happen."
Melanie tried to speak, but she couldn't, only able to press
herself
tightly back against the couch in disbelief. She watched, mesmerized,
as he
began stripping his clothes from his body with his free hand. She
wanted to
close her eyes to shut out the horror, but before she could find the
strength,
he was completely naked. His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath
the firm
muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt
spear.
He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down with one hand, and
stroking
the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head
of his
hardened cock with the other.
"Bet your husband never had anything like this to slide into
you," he
gloated proudly. He continued his tormenting of the terrified girl,
watching
the contorted expressions of fear and unwilling arousal cross over her
face.
Melanie tried to avert her eyes, but against her will, she found
that her
gaze was dropping again to the hard fleshy erection he was holding in
his hand.
God, it was thick! In spite of her fear, her drugged mind wondered how
a woman
could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely
apart.
Anderson was built and he knew it, and he hunched near her for a
moment
longer reveling in the awe the size of his cock was bringing to her
eyes. Then
he leaned over her and hissed, "Are you going to take your clothes off
or shall
I do it for you?"
Melanie gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her
skirt reach
the top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come in searing contact
with the
softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock danced along the
nerves of
her inner thighs as she felt him trying to slip his fingers slowly
under the
tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed desperately but
futilely
against the unyielding strength of his embrace, whimpering as the full
impact
of this handsome older man wanting to make love to her burst through
the
lulling effects of the marijuana and brandy. God, what had come over
him? And
worse, what had come over her? They were both married, and just
because her
husband was three thousand miles away was no excuse for her to act like
some
whore! She had to get out of this awful mess before it was too late!
"Please, Mr. Anderson," she sobbed helplessly, cringing against
the back
of the couch. "Oh, please let me go! I feel like a fool behaving this
way
with you. I love Tim no matter what, and I can't do anything I'd be
sorry for
later. I just can't, Mr. Anderson!"
"Amos, my dear. Call me Amos, remember?" He smiled paternally
down at
the fearful young wife. "And why can't you enjoy yourself a little on
the
side? Nobody would know. Your husband is out in New York, and
besides, he's
probably balling some pick-up he's made in a bar right now!"
Melanie moaned in self-pity. The suspicions she'd been harboring
about
Tim being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like a dagger as she
heard
Anderson's words. "I-I don't care," she said miserably, knowing she
did. "I
would know what I had done, and that would be enough. I'd never be
able to
face my husband again! I've gone too far as it is!"
"Too late, my dear," Anderson chuckled with a cold, cruel glint
in his
eyes, as he decided to really take the initiative, "I want you, and
deep down
inside you know you want me to make love to you. And by God, that's
what's
going to happen."
Melanie tried to speak, but she couldn't, only able to press
herself
tightly back against the couch in disbelief. She watched, mesmerized,
as he
began stripping his clothes from his body with his free hand. She
wanted to
close her eyes to shut out the horror, but before she could find the
strength,
he was completely naked. His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath
the firm
muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt
spear.
He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down with one hand, and
stroking
the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head
of his
hardened cock with the other.
"Bet your husband never had anything like this to slide into
you," he
gloated proudly. He continued his tormenting of the terrified girl,
watching
the contorted expressions of fear and unwilling arousal cross over her
face.
Melanie tried to avert her eyes, but against her will, she found
that her
gaze was dropping again to the hard fleshy erection he was holding in
his hand.
God, it was thick! In spite of her fear, her drugged mind wondered how
a woman
could take such a thing inside of her without being split completely
apart.
Anderson was built and he knew it, and he hunched near her for a
moment
longer reveling in the awe the size of his cock was bringing to her
eyes. Then
he leaned over her and hissed, "Are you going to take your clothes off
or shall
I do it for you?"
"D-Don't touch me," Melanie finally managed to stammer through
her
immobilizing euphoria. But she knew there was nothing to do to stop
him now,
for the small part of her mind that was still rational was far too weak
to
fight both his strength and her own body's strangely rising sensations.
This
naked man was going to ravish her helpless flesh no matter how much she
pleaded
with him not to!
He reached out and drew her hard against him, cupping her
terrified young
face in his palms. With a triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips
tightly down
over her's again, thrusting his tongue deep into the warm depths of her
mouth.
She sagged limply on the couch, feeling the hardness of his fully
exposed penis
digging into the softness of her stomach. A last faint thought of
trying to
tear herself away flickered hopelessly through her mind, but faded with
the
tender caress of his hands pressing into the sides of her cheeks.
"That's my lovely girl," he breathed into her mouth softly. "I'll
be nice
and easy... so gentle with you. You'll see."
Melanie was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking
around
her body to the hemline of her sweater. Almost as if he had hypnotized
her
into submission, she allowed him to draw the thin pullover up over her
breasts
and off her head and arms. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she
heard
him mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the
floor and
her full white breasts burst into the warm living room air. He reached
behind
her again to the zipper at the back of her skirt, and with one swift
downward
motion, he opened it away from her ripely flaring buttocks. She could
feel the
sensual rush of air against her thighs as he pulled the skirt from her.
She
swayed dizzily on the couch as she willingly arched her hips permitting
him to
pull her white nylon panties slowly down over the softness of her
rounded
buttocks and let them drop to the small skimpy pile of her other
clothing on
the floor.
There was nothing left. He moved her feet up and now she lay
stretched
out completely naked on the couch, hearing him panting on his knees
beside her.
The heady smoke of the marijuana wafted sensuously through her blood,
intensifying the uncontrollable sensations which were unwantedly
directing her
actions. She gritted her teeth together, resisting as best she could,
but her
utter helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to some
other
woman were too much for the tormented wife's confused, bedrugged mind.
She
could only squirm back a little, whimpering as the tip of his finger
found the
narrow tender crevice of her vagina and thrust gently into it, parting
the soft
pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing
head of
her tiny clitoris. She was wet and sensitive from the unwanted desire
that
permeated her entire being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to
hold back
the sigh of pleasure she felt growing deep in her chest. There was
nothing she
could seem to do to fight him back, and tears of disgrace cascaded
warmly down
over her face as in her shame she found herself reacting involuntarily
to the
tingling caresses of her overly sensitive breasts and vagina. She was
unable
to keep from widening her legs, and found her buttocks suddenly
undulating in
an involuntary up and down rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers
sliding
between her thighs...
And all this while, Sybil Anderson was sitting with a lewd grin
of
excitement on her face as she concentrated on the large plate glass
before her.
She had come directly from the Dew Drop Inn, parking her car in the
garage
where it could not be seen, and gone to the now pitch-dark den beside
the
living room, where a two-way mirror was installed. She could clearly
see all
the action, but from the other side, the glass was only a mirror which
reflected images, and now she sat sipping a tall Scotch as she watched
her
husband progress with his seduction.
Damn! Sybil thought. Amos really knows how to get a woman going!
She
could feel a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming her as she studied
his face
and saw the unmistakable signs she knew so well. Her husband liked to
fuck any
woman he could lay his hands on, and that was all there was to it. But
what he
was doing now to that innocent blonde, Melanie, was going to let her,
Sybil,
inside that same girl later. She leaned back with the obscene thought
of those
long slim legs wrapped tight around her as she shoved her tongue deep
inside
that warm, tender pussy. By God, she'd show little Melanie what loving
was all
about! She could feel moisture seeping from her throbbing cuntal lips
at the
idea as she turned her attention back to the two naked bodies writhing
on the
wide couch on the other side of the mirror. Small beads of
perspiration began
to form on her brow from the excitement she always felt when she
watched her
husband fucking another woman half to death...
Through half-slit eyes, Melanie could see the shadowy form of her
naked
employer crouching between her open legs that were splayed like angel's
wings
on the soft, wide couch. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating
hands
pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, and she watched with
gathering horror as his head dipped slowly down... lower... lower...
and then!
"Ohhhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the
hair-fringed
mound at the base of her belly. His eager face disappeared from her
view into
the soft fleece of her pubic hair as he planted wet tickling kisses on
the
still resisting crevice, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the
quivering
opening of her cunt.
"Ohhhh God, don't! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying
desperately to
screw her naked buttocks back down from the hot tongue flicking
mercilessly at
her defenseless vagina. His answer was a lewd chuckle and a further
stab into
the tight fleshy slit of her moistly pink flesh.
"Ahhhggggggg!" she moaned in undisguised humiliation, her head
falling
back on the cushions as his tongue speared the involuntarily swelling
lips of
her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible
perversion
being done to her helpless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure
began to
burn deep down inside her belly, and tingling little goosebumps rippled
across
her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
"Oh God, I can't, I can't let you do this!" she sobbed
helplessly,
fighting the torturing sensations that were steadily building out of
control
through her naked young body. She clenched her teeth tight together
and fought
with all her will against the growing flames that were threatening to
burst
into uncontrollable fire and devour her resistance. But it was a
losing battle
as Amos Anderson sucked and licked ceaselessly at her increasingly
submitting
loins, and her drugged mind hopelessly sensed her love-starved body
beginning
to shamelessly desert her. Her smooth rounded buttocks jerked up
involuntarily
toward his wetly darting tongue, sending more delicious spasms of
sensation
coursing through her raw nerve ends.
Amos felt her surrender and, with a savage grin, he thrust his
thick wet
tongue deeper into the hotly quivering sheath of her responding vagina.
He
worked hungrily, feeling the soft moist pubic hair brushing
tantalizingly
against his cheeks, knowing that she was far too gone now to fight
anything he
wanted to do to her. As his lips rounded and covered the wetly clasping
cunt
before him, he could hear low guttural moans from the girl whose soft
warm
thighs were now closing spontaneously around the sides of his moving
head. He
could feel her pink wet flesh moving around his long extended tongue as
her
cuntal walls opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting on their
own to
pull him deeper into her. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with
the
marijuana, and he knew she was now completely at his mercy and loving
every
moment of it. She needed fucking bad and she was going to get it, her
body
lost in the heat of her arousal.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, the cruel realization of her total
loss of
control hitting her with shame and humiliation. But her thoughts were
fleeting, all that mattering now to her being the delightful shafts of
pleasure
piercing through her nakedly quivering flesh like tiny prickling
needles of
fire. She had never expected sex to be like this, that any man could
bring
such things from her body. She reached down and desperately tangled
her
fingers in his hair, guiding his face deeper to the spreading lips of
her
hair-lined pussy, splaying her legs wider with abandonment to give him
greater
access.
The evil movie owner could stand it no longer. His penis was
incited to
a hardness he could no longer control, and he had to fuck this innocent
young
wife before he exploded his cum all over the couch. He grabbed her
flailing
legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her
shoulders,
slithering up her sweat-streaked body at the same time. His long rigid
cock
brushed against her saliva-wet pubic hair, peeling her narrow pink
vaginal slit
pulsing its lips with open invitation.
Melanie could see Amos Anderson hovering over her through her
passion and
drug-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hardness of his thick fleshy
penis lying
the full length of her quaking pink cunt, the jerking head of his cock
throbbing between her wide spread buttocks. He insinuated it in a
maddening
tease that caused her to twist her hips up toward it, her hungry pussy
searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip. Forgotten now
were her
morals, her marriage, her vows to Tim. Nothing mattered any longer
except to
have this man's penis far up inside her! Her belly was screaming for
it!
Melanie felt the lips of her eagerly quivering vagina being
forced open.
The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and then gave way
before his
hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically clenched
her
muscles against it as a long low wail came from deep within her throat.
Anderson shoved again, enjoying her screams of pain, ramming forward
and
sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt. Her legs
jerked out
wide on either side of his lean muscular body as she screwed her
buttocks deep
down into the cushions in an attempt to escape the sudden brutal
impalement.
"Nooooooo! It hurts! It hurts worse than Tim's!" she cried out.
She
felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she
would be
ripped in half from this giant male member embedded so deep in her
belly. Her
face was contorted with the agony of his vicious stab inside her, her
lips
curled back from her teeth, and pleading whimpers coming tumbling from
her
swollen lips. God, oh God, she couldn't take it! She couldn't!
Anderson held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of
this
innocent young wife impaled helplessly under him with his huge
pulsating prick
buried deep in her tight little cunt. She'd never had it this deep, he
gloated
to himself as he pinned her back in the lewd humiliating position. He
wished
that her stupid husband could see her now, spread-eagled this way with
a
strange man making her scream and yell. And then he felt her vagina
contract
involuntarily as she flexed her inner muscles to relieve the impossible
pressure. He throbbed his penis gently, expanding it inside her, but
still not
moving his body.
"Ahhhhgggg," she whimpered through bared teeth, trying to
accustom
herself to this greater impalement.
He waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her contorted
face
below. Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut. He
flexed
again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He
watched her
nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat and knew
that she
was on that fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Ohhhhh, God! God!" she mewled as the buried cock expanded more
and
stretched the narrow passage walls of her vagina still more.
Anderson now began long smooth strokes into her defenselessly
exposed
loins that were wet and slippery from his saliva. He withdrew the
shaft of his
burgeoning cock until just its blunt tip was left inside the hot
dilated
opening of her cunt, and then thrust forward hard with his hips until
his
testicles slapped against the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.
Melanie groaned helplessly as her tender vagina was plundered
again and
again almost beyond endurance. He was driving her head hard back
against the
cushions of the couch with every jack-hammer thrust he made, and she
couldn't
fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her
sides by her
own updrawn legs. She could feel the giant heated rod of his hardened
penis
sliding wetly up and down inside her warmly tight passage, and she
strained
back against his vicious assault on her femaledom. But gradually she
was
becoming accustomed to his monstrous size inside her, and a masochistic
pleasure she had never known before began to replace the firebrands of
pain
that raced from her totally filled loins to the top of her head.
Goddamn, Amos is fucking her good, Sybil Anderson gasped from her
seat
behind the two-way mirror. She watched the fleshy hardness of her
husband
skewering to its hilt down between the young girl's widespread thighs,
and an
obscene thrill rippled through her at the sight. Melanie Cartwright
didn't
know it yet, but this was just beginning for her, and Sybil could
hardly wait
for her chance to delve between those same urgently jerking thighs. In
fact,
the way she felt right now, thinking about tasting the softly succulent
flesh
between those long slim legs, she was tempted to go out and join them
this very
moment!
Melanie could feel her womb flare wide and the tightly resisting
lips of
her hair-lined cunt flower open to receive his massively heated staff
of love.
Her nakedly writhing body felt itself coming to life now, the pain
receding
more and more as maddening tingles darted up from her soft white belly.
Electric sensations rippled through her suddenly twitching cunt and out
their
fleece-lined lips, dancing like lightning across her trembling thighs
and up
through the tips of her pink, palpitating nipples. She rotated her
hips from
side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating to
its
rhythmic beating, her body matching his pounding lunges with her own
eager
upthrusts as she greedily sought more of his long hard cock.
Dear God, it had never felt this good when Tim had "fucked" her!
She
didn't know why, and she no longer cared to ask. There was nothing
else in her
world now; no tomorrow, no today, no Tim nothing except her deep, wet
grotto of
lust and the pistoning hardness filling it. This was madness she had
never
knowna total surrender to the lure of flesh, and her drugged mind
reveled in
her wickedness.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, Amos, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hard!" she
begged,
gasping. She was approaching what she instinctively knew was an
orgasm,
something she always missed before, and her body became more animal
than human
as she twisted and contorted in her frenzied quest for her first
climatic
release.
A sudden flash of brilliant light made her clench her eyes
tightly shut.
Through the haze of passion and marijuana she was vaguely aware of
someone
having entered the room with a camera in their hands, but it didn't
matter to
her. Nothing mattered except the naked body driving into her from
above.
"Judas priest!" she heard a voice like Sybil's breath. "Look at
little
Miss Innocent go!"
"I told you she'd let loose once the grass got to her, my dear,"
an
Amos-like voice panted triumphantly. You've been watching?"
"Every breathless stroke. Don't fuck her to death, lover. I
still want
some of her tender pussy too, you know."
"In a minute, my dear. I'm almost there, and so is she!"
"Ram it to her, lover. I want a good shot of this!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd and
bright
white flashes struck again and again. But it didn't matter to Melanie.
She
drove on unheeding, almost ready to cum and unable to stop. Her
ravenously
hungry vagina spiraled up the full length of his slippery plunging cock
as she
strove wildly for the end. Then
"Ohhhh God! God, yes!" she screamed up at him. "This is it!
I... I'm
going to cum! Ohhh God, I've never cum before, and now I'm going to
cummmmmmmmm!"
Suddenly, with a deep-throated mewl, her naked young body began
vibrating
uncontrollably, and heated secretions of release flowed from her
throbbing
cuntal passage, drowning his impaling cock with a sticky warmth. She
reached
frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both her hands to
caress
his testicles that were pressing into the split of her behind. She
felt them
spasm...
"Cum! Cum with me! Ohhhhhhh, God, cummmmmmm!"
She could feel her insides splitting delightfully apart as the
head of
the deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to
tear her
belly in two. It began to spurt and she could feel his delicious thick
sperm
shooting into her like molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her
own hot
flowing cum into the already filled cavern of her pinkly quivering
vagina.
"Ohhhh, fill me up! Fill me up!" she moaned incoherently as the
tender
flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove around his wildly
spurting cock,
sucking the last drop as it continued to gush her own hot streams of
orgasmic
fluids. She screwed her buttocks up tightly against the still
squirting shaft
in her cunt and, with another scream from between her tightly clenched
teeth,
felt her body exploding over and over into what seemed a thousand tiny
sparks.
Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed back on the cushions,
feeling
Anderson's once-hard penis slowly begin to deflate inside her
cum-flooded
pussy.
"Ahhhhh..." she sighed dreamily. She'd been fucked and fucked
better
than she had ever been before in her life. Her pubic area throbbed
with a
sweet continuous ache, and her flesh trembled from the passionate
sensations
which had turned her into a sex-craving animal. So wonderful... and as
the
very shamelessness of her wanton surrender flickered hazily through her
mind,
the mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm by this lewd
man
lying above her incited her drugged mind once more to arousal. The
hunger in
her belly began raging out of control again almost instantly.
Unconsciously
she began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her
cuntal
muscles at the fleshy, flaccid penis still pulsing inside her loins.
She had
milked it dry once, but spurred on by her newly discovered sexuality
and the
marijuana in her blood, Melanie was gripped by the desire to have Amos'
long
thick cock harden in her again. She wanted more of his hot thick sperm
to fill
her thirsty cunt until it overflowed and ran down her already wetly
covered
thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again, wallow in her new-found
depravity.
"Again... Oh, God, again!" she sobbed out with frustration into
his
mouth. But it was useless. As much as she squeezed her buttocks up
against
his softened penis, it would not come alive, again, its mastery lost
over her
seething emotions. With a satiated sigh of contentment, Amos Anderson
rolled
from between her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the
couch.
"Noooooo! Nooooo, I want more! Fuck me! Fuck me again!"
Melanie was
beside herself now with her drug-induced lust. She kicked her legs
wide out in
the air, her own fingers manipulating ineffectually the hair-fringed
slit
between her thighs. She dug into her vaginal flesh greedily, trying to
reach
that impossible height to which that vanquished cock had sent her a
moment
before.
Sybil smiled and tripped the camera she was holding another time
or two,
a glitter of obscene desire burning in her eyes. Then she handed the
camera to
her husband, who was sprawled on the carpet, and said: "All right,
lover, now
it's my turn with her."
"Yeah, and I'll add a few good ones for the album before I join
in, too."
Melanie felt the cushions of the couch depress as another body
sat down
beside her head. Through lust-glazed, marijuana-fogged eyes, she
struggled to
see who it was, and then her hands froze in their lewd position of
masturbation.
It was Sybil Anderson!
"Oh God," she mewled in sudden humiliation at Amos' wife seeing
her like
this, naked and with her belly still filled with the wetness of her
husband's
sperm. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too paralyzed to
scream.
Instead she jerked one arm up from her still widespread loins and over
her
face, her face reddening from the shame of being caught in this
adulterous
position.
"There, there, Melanie," Sybil cooed softly. She began stroking
the
satin blonde hair which was flowing across her legs as the young girl
buried
her head in the cushions beside her thigh. "I'm not mad at anything.
Don't
look so sad."
"Wh-What?" Melanie moaned in a broken, sobbing voice.
"I've come to join your little party, not upset it."
Melanie listened, mouth agape, scarcely able to believe what was
going
on. As the initial reaction of horrified panic settled into
disbelieving
wonder, she now sensed warm, unclothed skin brushing her cheek, and
only then
realized Sybil was as naked as she was!
The young wife gasped, raising her head from the couch to make
sure she
had felt correctly. In shocked astonishment she stared at the sight of
the
naked beautiful woman sitting so close to her. Dear God, what now...
now that
she's here nude like this? Join the party? How? But Melanie's
glazed,
drugged mind was too filled with unsated passions, and her belly too
aching
with unfulfilled desire, to fully understand.
Sybil leaned forward and took Melanie's tear-streaked face to her
large,
firm breasts. Cradling the young wife tenderly as she caressed her
brow with
gentle fingertips. "Now, don't get so upset just because you were
fucking
Amos, dear. I've been watching, you know, watching you all the time
and really
enjoyed it."
"S-Sybil? I... I don't understand... What are you doing?"
"Shhhh," Sybil whispered. "You just relax and let me bring you
more good
times."
Anderson's passionate wife trailed her eyes along the length of
the young
woman's body with undisguised relish, coming to rest at last on her
slim white
thighs where thin trails of lewd sperm that had just been pumped into
her could
still be seen glistening wetly in the dim light. Her face contorted
with
feline pleasure as she thought that now her turn had come... that Part
Two was
just beginning!
Melanie lay as if frozen against the soft, warm breasts pressing
into her
cheek, a dry, almost strangling sensation in her throat. She was
shocked and
surprised, and yet not quite able to resist the smooth motherly
caresses. She
shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still throbbing
vagina and
the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her
confused
mind. Then Sybil's hand reached downward to touch and caress one of
her
breasts, and Melanie experienced another new sensation she had never
known
before. She gasped, momentarily closing her eyes, as she heard Sybil's
husband
chuckle lewdly beside the couch and flash another picture. The long,
slim
fingers caught her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender,
understanding
way only a woman could know, and Melanie began to tremble all over at
the
strange forbiddenness of the situation. This was vile and degrading,
worse than
when Amos had ravished her willing body with his hard, brutal penis...
but at
the moment her entire being was in a torment of drug-filled lust, and
she
couldn't have stopped the beautiful woman's fingers if she'd wanted to.
"You're such a pretty girl," Sybil sighed. "I've thought so
since I
first saw you. Have you fucked many men, Melanie?"
The obscene question jolted her. At first she didn't know how to
answer,
or even if she should...
"Tell me, love... Please tell me. I get more excited then..."
"N-No..." Melanie finally stammered, not really knowing what made
her
respond to the lewd question. "O-Only my husband."
"And mine, don't forget," Sybil giggled delightedly.
"Y-Yes, and... And Mr. Anderson." She blushed crimson, the
obscene words
exciting her strangely through the marijuana haze of her mind. "I... I
let
your husband fuck me."
"And you loved it, too. But you'll like his wife just as well
before I'm
done. I'll promise you that. I'll make you cum like you've never cum
before,"
Sybil whispered seductively, now tilting her head down so that her
nostrils
breathed heavy hot air on Melanie's face. "Kiss me, love... Kiss
me..."
Melanie stiffened as the warm moist lips of Mrs. Anderson closed
over
her's, and a darting tongue probed along her tightly closed lips.
There was a
feeling that to kiss another woman would make what was happening all
that more
obscene, as if there was actual love and affection between them rather
than
just a basic urge to relieve the tensions unbearable in her loins. But
Sybil
had her hand cradling her head now, and after a moment of hesitation
she
surrendered to the insistent soft tongue, opening her lips to let it
slide into
her mouth. Their mouths fused hotly, and Melanie found herself
responding with
all the passion she would have saved for her husband, sucking and
savoring the
saliva from the naked woman's mouth, and only conscious of the
delicious
sensations the French kisses were causing in her already excited flesh.
"Ohhhhh, God, Sybil," she murmured as they broke apart. "God, I
can't
seem to help myself..."
"Isn't that wonderful; But tell me... Tell me what you want!"
"M-Make me cum, Sybil... Ohhhh make me cum...!" Her own lewd
demands
made her drugged mind reel with excitement, and her pulsing blood raced
faster
through her fevered flesh. Sybil's hand continued to massage her
breast with
that special woman's touch, while Melanie, her abused body still
smoldering
with the lust-inspired fires Amos Anderson had kindled in her loins,
found
something horribly fascinating in his lovely wife's attentions. She
closed her
eyes again and began to tremble all over from the depraved sensations
she was
feeling, and Sybil held her tight, rubbing her naked body against her
own so
that the nipples of their breasts crushed against each other.
Melanie felt the woman's full thigh raise and her slim leg
entwine about
her until the soft curly hair of their pubic mounds brushed warmly
together.
Her hand was on Melanie's buttocks, pulling them apart to slip between
and
caress the tight sensitive anus with her finger, forcing Melanie to
move
against the back of the couch and bend slightly.
And then the lesbianic wife of her employer was slithering down
the young
wife's yearning body, and Melanie groaned as Sybil kissed her breasts
with
soft, wet, feather-light lips. The couch sagged again and Melanie
caught her
breath as the woman commenced to shower moistly heated kisses on her
quivering
white thighs and tautly rippling belly. And then Sybil forced her legs
wider
apart, rolling her gently over on her knees. Melanie now straddled the
other
woman who was lying face up beneath her and between her widespread
thighs.
The full expanse of the shamelessly aroused girl's moist pink
crevicefrom
her tiny quivering clitoris hidden in the soft curls of her blonde
pubic hair,
down past the wetly sensitive vaginal opening which had just been
fucked, to
the puckered rosebud of her anuswas entirely open and splayed above the
older
woman's lustful eyes. And in turn, Sybil was lying in such a position
as to
present her own dark-fringed throbbing cunt only inches beneath
Melanie's young
face.
A great shudder coursed down Melanie's spine as Sybil's hotly
quivering
tongue licked across the soft blonde pubic fleece just around her wetly
throbbing cuntal slit. When the tormenting tongue licked again,
Melanie cried
out deliriously as the black-haired wife nipped her budding clitoris
with her
sharp white teeth. The younger woman let all remaining thoughts of
right or
wrong, depravity or passion, pass in one sudden surge of rising
ecstasy, and
she lowered her firm thighs downwards upon the kissing mouth of Amos'
wife,
ecstatically as her sensitive pink flesh was licked and kissed with
frenzied
delight.
In turn, Melanie found that she could not resist brushing her own
fingers
lightly over the tanned belly and full round thighs of the gorgeous
naked woman
below her; then she felt a new surge of excitement when she saw the
older wife
tremble and mewl with desire as little droplets of secretion moistened
the
pulsating edges the flowering cunt below her face. Sybil's skin felt
so good
to touch, and as the other woman continued to plant long slaving kisses
on her
burning vaginal crevice, Melanie was filled with a mounting desire to
return
the soft liquid caresses. She reached down around Sybil's warmly
writhing
buttocks and lowered her mouth to brush lovingly through the soft
velvet curls
of dark pubic hair below her. I can't... I can't kiss another woman's
genitals... And then, suddenly, in a burst of passion her lips and
tongue were
burrowing down inside the tender swollen folds of moist vaginal flesh.
She
could smell the fragrant bouquet of feminine aroma rising from Sybil's
heated
loins, and her own moistening pussy ached all the more from the twin
excitements of being licked so voraciously and sucking another woman's
cunt in
return. She screwed her naked young buttocks down harder, splaying her
thighs
as far as they could go to allow all of her backsides to be fondled and
suckled.
It was this wanton movement which caused Sybil to mewl back in a
gasping
muffled voice:
"Ohhhh! That's it, dear! Faster! Lick and suck me harder!"
Melanie sucked hungrily now, teasing the woman's little clitoris
as Sybil
was doing to her own, and salivating as she had never before from
licking the
moistly quivering loins below. Her insides felt as though they had
melted with
the heat of her passionate arousal. She thrust her tongue harder and
harder
into the other warmly perfumed vagina every inch of her on fire and the
walls
of her grasping young cunt sending out erotically maddening sensations
throughout her entire body.
Amos chuckled as he watched through the viewfinder of his camera,
and
shot a snap of his wife's licking tongue hotly embedded between
Melanie's
lust-swollen cuntal lips. His massive penis which had been soft and
drained
only moments before was once more stone hard and throbbing with lust,
and his
hands were shaking so badly that he could hardly take any more
pictures.
Christ! His plans were working perfectly! Nothing had gone wrong, and
there
remained only his additional subjugation and submission of the
writhing,
drug-lusting young girl on the couch above his naked wife for Part
Three to be
equally successful.
With a growl of bursting passion, he attached a timer to the
camera and
then positioned it on the coffee table near the couch so that its lens
was
aimed directly at the wetly probing mouth of the mindless girl. Yes...
he'd
get one perfect picture of him and heronly one, but it would have to
do. Once
he started in on her, he knew he'd never be able to leave those soft
warm lips
of her's until he'd cum in her mouth! He set the timer and then moved
for her,
fingering his turgid, aching cock lightly and feeling the savage heat
of his
urgency boiling up like a volcano in his testicles.
Melanie didn't notice the naked Anderson until he had climbed on
the
broad, soft couch in front of her bobbing head and had knelt between
his own
wife's widely splayed legs. Fingers tangled in her hair, rudely
jerking her
hungry young mouth up from the delicious folds of Sybil's soft vaginal
flesh,
and then hands fumbled with her wet lips glistening with saliva and
secretions.
She felt a rubbery hardness pressing against her mouth, and she opened
her eyes
to stare at the long thick cock lewdly pulsing against her mouth.
At first she did the natural thing and struggled, trying to roll
her head
from side to side and draw her thighs together against Sybil's ravenous
sucking
of her cunt, but the older man held her tight and she could not move
away. She
could only tightly clench her teeth and lips together and try to keep
from
opening them, but Amos was not to be denied. As he increased the
pressure, it
felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of
her
teeth; she could even hear him groan as he ground his spongy hardness
against
her mouth. It was then that Sybil added an extra delicious thrust with
her
fire-lapping tongue which Melanie was unable to ignore. She gasped
with wanton
delight at the sensations coursing through her sex-crazed loins, and at
this
moment the man crushed his heatedly throbbing penis through her softly
parted
lips and into the warm cavern of her wet mouth.
Amos began immediately to screw his throbbing cock viciously back
and
forth between his lips with an all-consuming lust. The despairing
young girl
closed her eyes, her humiliation and her shame knowing no bounds,
trying not to
think of the depraved attack to which he was subjecting her. But it
was
impossible! His hands were holding her in a vise-like grip, his palms
pressed
hard against her ears until they were ringing. His thick testicles
bounced
against her wettened chin, and there was a warm musky odor from his
genitals
which flared her nostrils with a strange excitement.
"Suck harder, you bitch," she heard him command harshly from
above. "Suck
my cock harder..." And she did! She was conditioned to following his
every
lewd demand now from the arousal in her flesh and the marijuana in her
blood.
Her wetly parted lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting thick
penis, and
she coughed and spluttered at first until she became accustomed to this
unnatural invasion of her mouth. Oh God, what am I doing? she moaned
crazily
to herself as two Andersons, man and wife, began to pummel her
helplessly
sandwiched body between them. The sensual desires deep inside her
belly which
had been released by her orgasm and triggered anew by Sybil's licking
tongue
began to flicker hotly through her loins, and the mental image of how
she must
look in her surrendered position only incited her more. The saliva in
her
mouth grew and grew, becoming salty and thick with the emissions
seeping from
the tip of Amos' wildly pumping cock. She could feel his penile shaft
expanding between her tightly ovalled lips as it had inside her cunt,
and she
moaned piteously around it as he thrust his flexing buttocks forward
and drove
his impaling hardness down her throat as though he were trying to meet
his own
wife's lashing tongue that was skewering deep into her vagina from
below.
Sybil had begun to lick and suck still harder now; spurred on by
the
lewdly inciting thought of how her husband must look as he savagely
speared his
wetly gleaming penis in and out of the innocent young wife's tortured
mouth.
She lashed mercilessly up at the quivering bud-like clitoris of the
young woman
splayed above her, using her teeth to tease and delight while Melanie
writhed
and churned uncontrollably in rising desire. With an obscene and
triumphant
satisfaction she could feel the muscles of the girl's inner thighs
flexing and
unflexing with their own implacable lust, and she knew that any slight
hesitation the girl might have felt earlier was rapidly disappearing.
She
could feel her own spiraling climax approaching like a rocket and
spread her
quivering legs farther apart as she reached down along her perspiring
body to
thrust three fingers into her own swollen cunt. She massaged her
hungrily
clasping vagina with surging motions while she continued to suck
salaciously in
time to the cruel buffeting of Melanie's writhing young body between
her and
her equally depraved husband.
Melanie Cartwright had never felt so utterly abused and depraved
before
in her life. But a lascivious fire was burning in her belly as the
very
knowledge of her helpless submission weakened her already drugged
spirit. A
strange masochistic joy once again began to rage through her tingling
nerves
with the ever increasing sensations of Amos Anderson's long hard penis
ramming
wetly between her lips and his wife's greedy mouth raping her hotly
throbbing
pussy. She was beginning to desire this lewd subjugation and was
growing to
wish for more of the obscene sensations which were saturating every
inch of her
naked flesh. She rolled her clenching buttocks down in tiny lewd
circles and
constricted the muscles of her cuntal walls to squeeze the wet,
flashing probe
of the woman's spearing tongue. At the same time, she sucked
insatiably at the
thick, swollen cock in her mouth, her cheeks bloating with his every
thrust. It
was the first time in her life she had ever tasted a man's penis and
she
hungrily explored it with her tongue, an excited moan escaping from her
throat
as she betrayed her surrender to her own tormenting passion.
"That's right, my dear," Amos chuckled down at her, his voice
coarse and
rasping with his arousal. "You like a man's cock now that you've tried
it. Go
on... go on and take my balls! Squeeze them but be gentle! And suck!
Suck
until I cum in your mouth!"
Melanie cupped his semen-filled testicles gingerly with her
fingers, not
because he had spoken, but because she was unable to do anything else.
She
sucked demon-like in a haze of drug-inspired passion, swishing her
tongue
around and around the throbbing hardness sliding in and out between her
tightly
ovalled lips and taunting the thin little hole in the blunt head of his
cock
with increasing delight. The masochistic joy of being abused like some
dirty
slut picked up out of the gutter permeated her innocent young body, and
submissive mewling sounds escaped from between her lips locked wetly
around his
hard thrusting penis. She groaned with the forbidden excitement of
knowing that
at any moment he was going to spew his lewd white sperm into her mouth
until it
ran from the edges of her lips in heated white trails, and wickedly she
wanted
to experience the lewd taste. She wanted to feel him shoot his cum
into her so
she could swallow the creamy semen down her throat until her stomach
was as
filled as her adulterous cunt. Her shame and debasement would be
complete
then, and she would be the whore she had allowed herself to become
tonight. She
had lost control over everything she knew was right and good and true,
and
there was nothing left for her. She could never face Tim again with
the same
innocence, for somehow she had turned into the animal she had
previously
deplored, her decency and self-respect having totally deserted her for
some
unknown, nightmarish reason she was unable to fathom. The Andersons
wanted her
to fuck, then she would fuck! They wanted her to suck, then she would
suck!
They wanted her to be a whore, and that was what she had become!
Her tormentedly drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very
helplessness
of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that
were
surging so erotically through her belly. Her head bobbed up and down
slavishly
over the thick shaft of his hardness, sucking to end it, sucking to
draw his
milky white cum from it as she thrust her loins down harder against the
more
than willing Sybil, opening her cuntal muscles wide so she could
receive every
fractional inch of that wonderfully working tongue deep up inside her.
Above her flailing head, Amos groaned incoherently, every nerve
he
possessed pulsing and throbbing between her soft warm lips. The
pressure
building in his testicles as she eagerly fondled them was
excruciatingly
wonderful, and his wildly throbbing cock seemed to be inflating beyond
anything
it had ever done before. Then suddenly there was a jerking spasm in
his loins,
and he knew his end had come. Nothing in the world could have stopped
the flow
of thick white liquid that rushed like a geyser up from his aching
testicles
and out the tip of his suddenly jerking penis. He gripped her head
tightly
between his hands and shoved his lust-hardened shaft deep down her
throat,
feeling her wildly sucking lips drawing his hot sperm out into the
warmth of
her salivating mouth. He could feel her throat tighten and untighten
as she
swallowed in great hungry gulps the hot, boiling cream he was spurting
into
her, and he could see her cheeks bloating as the working cavern of her
mouth
filled and emptied, only to fill again as he shot his cum relentlessly
into her
mouth.
Even when his climax had ended, Melanie would not let go of his
rapidly
softening penis. Her lips continued to nibble, her throat and cheeks
constricting as if to draw all of his fleshy manhood inside her, and
Amos knew
that his wife was just about to tongue fuck the young blonde wife to
orgasm.
Melanie felt as though she were losing her mind as she spasmed in
convulsive waves, her mind whirling in depraved sensuality as the fluid
of her
cumming flowed out around Sybil's deeply flicking tongue. Her face
contorted
and a low guttural moan erupted as she felt the other naked woman
thrashing in
her own throes of orgasm, not knowing and not caring that Amos' wife
had buried
three fingers inside her own cuntal hole to achieve this gratification.
And
then, at last, it was over...
Melanie's legs bent obscenely as she rolled over and felt Amos'
now limp
penis slipping from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. A long sigh
of
satiation rasped from the abused young wife's heaving chest, and she
relaxed
her legs in relief from the painfully stretched muscles of her
previously
kneeling position. Her body was beaten and filled as it had never been
before,
and her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the obscene picture the
three of
them nakedly made on the wide cushions, her arms and legs spread apart
and two
sprawling people she hardly knew nakedly covering her between them.
The
euphoria of the marijuana waned with the relaxation of her climax, and
as her
mind slowly returned to sanity, a new and even more powerful wave of
shame and
humiliation overcame her. God, she had no idea what had come to
possess her,
but she had been unable to control herself in any way, and not only had
her
body shamelessly betrayed her, but she had also betrayed her deep
abiding love
for her husband. And with her shame, she was gripped by a bitter
desire to get
away from this horrible house as fast as she could...
"Like it, my dear?" Amos said casually, lifting his head and
grinning at
her.
"Yes," she said miserably. How could she deny the obvious after
the way
she had been acting? "Yes, but now let me up. I want to go home."
"In a minute, in a minute," he replied in an off hand manner.
"I'm still
resting comfortably. You sucked me inside-out, I swear, and right
after I
fucked the hell out of you, too. I'm a little tired. Can you blame
me?"
Melanie groaned from this further indignity. It was bad enough
to have
been so weak and corrupt to have allowed herself to surrender to the
man whose
cum lay hot and sticky deep in both her body's ends, but to have to
listen to
him talk about it afterwards was simply too much to take.
"Amos, please, let me up, please," she whimpered.
"What are you worried about? There's nobody here but us
chickens."
"I know, I know," she pleaded, struggling with muscles that were
as
responsive as melted rubber. "But I've had enough."
"Let her up, Amos," his wife said sympathetically. She moved
slightly so
that her thigh was no longer resting on Melanie's leg. "She looks
dead-beat and
worn to the bone."
"Yeah, she does at that." Anderson smiled and sat up, removing
his arms.
"Maybe she has taken all she can for one night."
"Forever," Melanie whispered in a promise to herself. She pulled
herself
slowly to her feet, pausing as she nakedly stood to allow her aching
limbs time
to adjust to the change before she tried to walk.
She saw herself in the full-length mirrorthe two-way mirror which
she was
still unaware had helped in her seduction. She studied with
tear-blurring eyes
the bruises and welts that marked her smooth white skin, and she
reached up
hesitantly and touched her throbbing breasts. She winced, for they
were
actually more raw and sore than they had been after Tim had so brutally
raped
her a month ago. She stood a moment longer, eyeing her piteous form in
the
mirror, and then stumbled back to the foot of the couch to pick up her
clothes.
They were still in the heap in which they had fallen when Amos Anderson
had
stripped her drug-helpless body naked a seeming eternity ago. A
picture of
that disheveled pile could tell without a word the whole story of her
sordid
downfall. The phrase "one picture is worth a thousand words" ran
crazily
through her mind. A few hours ago she was still a faithful and
innocent wife
who had never had anyone other than her husband, and now she stood with
the
lewd sperm and obscene saliva of two complete strangers one female, one
male
lying deep inside her body. No matter what Tim might be doing in New
York, it
didn't excuse her for what she had done here tonight, and she vowed
that
somehow she would always keep her shame a secret from him. Her husband
must
never knownever!
She struggled slowly into her thin pullover and tight mini-skirt,
and
then surveyed the living room one final time. It would live in her
mind
forever as the symbol of her impossible degradation. Then she turned
without a
word and started slowly for the front door.
"You want me to call a taxi, my dear?" Anderson asked.
She turned and studied the naked man. Handsome and muscular, a
small
satisfied smile on his lips, Amos sat in total ease on the couch with
his legs
casually crossed. His wife was curled beside him, a cat-like smirk on
her
face, one of her slim hands tenderly stroking her husband's obscenely
exposed
penis.
"No," Melanie said coldly, shivering as she turned away from the
salacious pose the two of them made together. "No, I don't want you to
do
anything more for me, Mr. Anderson. You've done quite enough already."
She opened the large front door, hearing a soft chuckle, and she
paused,
her spine stiffening. "And what's more," she called back over her
shoulder,
"Please don't expect me at work tomorrow evening. Or any other
evening."
"Oh really, my dear?"
"That's right. I quit!"
She didn't bother to close the front door, tears of shame and
self-loathing falling down her blushing cheeks as she stumbled out into
the
night. Behind her, she could hear Sybil's loud, mocking shriek coming
from
inside the Anderson home and chasing her into the dark street leading
back to
Greenridge...
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