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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife02.html
A Helpful Wife
Chapter 2
Tim Cartwright drove with the car window rolled all the way
down, the cool night breeze ineffectual against the
swirling heat of his inebriation. The drinks he'd had only
a couple of hours ago were headier than ever in his
bloodstream, and were making his already maddened emotions
a hazy blur. He glanced savagely at his lovely blonde wife
who was sitting far over against the door, and the sight of
her demure, righteous expression enraged him all the more.
She hadn't talked to him since she'd demanded to leave the
movie, and that was just fine by him!
Some hot piece of ass he'd married! Out of bed Melanie
demanded all the little things involved with a story-book
romance, with her teasing and suggestive remarks and her
provocative come-hither looks. But she was all sham as far
as he'd been able to determine in two years of bedding her;
all sugar-coated icing on a flat, stale cake.
Goddamn Melanie! He loved her very much, and he'd be
deliriously happy if only she was a woman, a red-blooded
female who wanted him physically. His cock and balls were
aching for the loving caress of a sensual wife, but all
he'd been able to expect from her was the responsiveness of
a pound of calf's liver. He often pictured the ideal
situation with Melanie mewling and moaning with pleasure as
he made love to her in a hundred different ways, and she in
turn writhing and sucking and kissing him with unquenchable
lust just like that little teen-age bitch had been doing in
the sex movie. He could almost feel the creamy secretions
of her nakedly hungry cunt as she whispered his name in
pleading supplication, and he groaned as he drove, gripping
the wheel tightly, knowing all too well that her pussy was
as dry and arid of moist desire as the Sahara Desert in
summer.
Goddamn it! This was the last night before he went away to
New York City for God only knew how long. He had to have
her! He had to and no question about it! He was going to
fuck the shit out of his young wife tonight whether she
liked it or not, come hell or high water!
Tim drove more recklessly than was usual after he'd been
drinking, his lewd and obscene desires firing his liquored
brain until he was unable to think of anything except
Melanie stretched out naked on their large double bed.
Christ I'm drunker than I thought! he told himself, but he
didn't care... he didn't care about anything except
fucking!
They entered the quiet residential street on which their
apartment house was built, the car tires screaming as he
suddenly braked in the parking lot beside the red brick
building. Still without a word between them, Melanie and
Tim, both tight-lipped, took the elevator to their
sixth-floor apartment. Melanie stood to one side and
tapped her foot with irritation as Tim fumbled with the key
to the locked door.
Inside the sparsely furnished living room, Tim drew his
wife to him with an abruptness which surprised her. Her
wetly parted lips were smothered as he pressed his mouth
hotly to her. She felt herself go rigid as the warm
quivering eagerness of his tongue bid for entry into her
mouth, and then she gently pushed free of him.
"I... I'll make some coffee," she offered in a gasping
voice.
"I don't want any damned coffee," he snarled down at her.
I want a drink."
"But"
"A drink, damn it! Can't I have a drink in my own fucking
house?"
Melanie cringed from his yelling voice, turning around so
that he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes again.
The evening was ruined. Their last few moments together,
and it was ending in bitter and hateful quarreling. She
took off her coat slowly, and then almost fearfully, she
said timidly, "Are... Are you coming to bed, Tim?"
"Damned right I am, baby," he grinned with drunken lewdness
at her. "Soon as I pour myself a drink. You go get
yourself all ready for lover-boy. Because he's rarin' to
go tonight!"
He watched her slump off in the direction of their bedroom,
and then with a disdainful grunt, he stalked to the cabinet
where the bourbon was kept. He didn't bother to find a
glass, but unscrewed the cap and tilted the glass neck
directly to his mouth. The hot liquor burned all the way
down to her stomach, making Tim feel slightly nauseous for
a moment. He staggered to an easy chair and sagged down in
it, lifting the bottle up to take a yet greater swallow. A
few seconds later he was rewarded by a lightheadedness that
swirled heatedly through his blood, and he raised the
bourbon still again to take more of the soul-inflaming
alcohol.
His long, hardened penis was bent mercilessly in his pants,
and he could tell that he was oozing seminal fluid from its
passion-throbbing blunt tip, soaking into a wet stain in
his white underpants. Never had he felt so hot and
intensely aroused, the combination of the drinking and the
lust-arousing SINFUL STUDENTS film boiling in his mind with
ever-intensifying desire. The pain in his doubled-up cock
was now excruciating to him, and with the desperation of
the drunken man he was, Tim reached down and fumbled for
the fly of his trousers. The zipper protested, because the
sitting position he was in made for awkward maneuvering
even for a sober person, but slowly he was able to lower it
until his white underpants bulged through the narrow
opening.
Tim Cartwright looked down at the protruding bulge. There
it is he said drunkenly to himself. There was his hard
cock with which he'd fucked his share of girls in school.
He was a damned good looking guy, and he didn't mind
telling himself so, for enough eager and willing girls had
while they'd been rolling in the sack with him. He had a
tall, broad-shouldered shape to his lean, muscular body,
with a tanned face and a smile that they all said could
have been used in a toothpaste commercial. He ran his
hands through his rich black hair and stared morosely down
at the aching bulge that was enlarging from the open zipper
of his pants, and Tim thought to himself that a fat lot his
good looks and big cock was doing him now.
Trembling with pent-up frustration, he touched the swelling
flesh and felt a tremor race through his loins and
buttocks. The narrow band of thin white underwear seemed
to widen of its own volition as he ran his fingers along
its frontal band, the sensations he was causing himself
almost too overwhelming to be withstood. His fingers
caressed the stiffened cock, its outline hard against his
underwear, and then he pulled the material aside. Like a
steel spring unwinding, the fleshy shaft and blood-swollen
head of his hotly aroused penis shot free and out into the
open air.
Tim stared with fascination down at his own erect cock,
seeing the lust-bloated hardness quiver with anticipation.
He'd never seen it bigger! His fingers caressed his large,
rigid shaft, and the cool air of the living room made it
tingle all the more maddeningly.
For Christ's sake, this is stupid! he chastised himself.
I haven't done this since I was a Boy Scout! But he
continued almost without conscious effort, the foreskin
folding back as his hand stroked the long burning length of
his cock. Sperm churned in his hotly tormented scrotum,
and he could feel the rising of his impending cum building
in the base of his penis. He sat in his living room chair
like that for a long moment, staring down at his rock-hard
cock as the full fist of his hand wrapped around its shaft
and pumped up and down with furious speed, his breath
becoming ragged and hoarse.
It was only then that the drunken young husband realized
that he was too far gone to fight the primeval urges his
body was thrusting upon him, and with a violent surge of
salacious lust, Tim Cartwright leaped to his feet. He
started his desire-wracked body toward the door to his
bedroom, his hand once more enclosing over the turgid hard
length of his erectly pointing cock. Yes... Toward the
bedroom and his wife Melanie... Ready or not, here he
came...!
Melanie had gone into the bedroom feeling an overwhelming
sense of sadness and despair. She began to fold back the
sheets of the double bed, wondering what had gone wrong
with the evening and what she might have done to avoid this
awful situation. Had she been unfair to make Tim leave the
theater when she had? Was she being too demanding of him
to treat her with respect? No... if anybody was too
demanding, it was Tim. Physically demanding, she thought,
and she shuddered at the knowledge of what would probably
happen to her in just a few minutes. It seemed to her at
times like now that the only reason Tim married her was for
her body, and that all he ever had on his mind was sex. He
wanted to make love to her almost every night, and then
like an animal at times.
Melanie shuddered involuntarily again. The thought of
Tim's huge, brutal hardness tearing into her defenselessly
tight vagina made her tremble with fright. Didn't he know
how to be gentle and patient with a woman? She had been a
virgin when she'd married him, and he certainly had been
aware of that better than anyone else. She had dated many
boys before she'd met Tim, and had engaged in the usual
back-seat petting with a few who had appealed to her more
than others. She had even on occasion let a couple of them
brush their hands over her full ripe breasts, but despite
their pleadings she had never let it go any farther. It
had aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she
had always overcome this by strict concentration on the
moral values her mother had drilled into her.
Her mother was extremely religious and had made Melanie
attend church with her every Sunday without fail, when most
of her other friends had been running off to play. Her
mother had also given her persistent warnings on the evils
of "s-e-x" and the innate beastiality of men. Melanie had
told Tim frankly about her strict upbringing because she
wanted to be a giving and loving mate for him. All she had
ever asked in return was for him to be patient with her and
understand why she didn't believe in pre-marital
intercourse or all the lewdly wicked positions in which
some uninhibited persons indulged. Tim had promised he
understood and would cherish her wishes...
But he had not, taking advantage of her love and trust in
him even before they were married to press his baser
instincts. She had never gone "all the way" with him
during their courtship, but several times it had been very
close, being all she could do to control the both of them
in their moments of passion.
Often, in compromise, she had let him reach under her
sweater and unfasten her brassiere, and caress her nakedly
exposed breasts while they were petting in the back seat of
his car. One time they had parked inside the garage of her
parent's house where it was very dark and private, and he
had massaged her painfully full breasts into a maddening
hardness until she had allowed him to slip off her blouse
and brassiere. He had suddenly taken one of her nipples
into his wetly eager mouth, and the gentle playing of his
tongue around the chip-like bud had nearly driven her
insane with new sensations. She had hardly noticed when
his hand had slipped under her short skirt and had begun to
caress her creamy white upper thighs.
"No, Tim, no!" she had gasped, sensing that she might not
be able to hold him back this time. But he had kept on
stroking her, insinuating his outstretched middle finger
under the legband of her thin nylon panties and into the
moistly heated slit of her virginal vagina. It had started
a tingling sensation that she had never known before, and
she squirmed around on the car seat beneath his hands, her
heavy breathing fogging up the window beside her.
"Tim, not now, darling, wait for our wedding night..."
He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the
metallic sound of his zipper opening. She had tried to
pull away with a suddenly gripping panic, but his finger
between her thighs had been probing up into her wet vagina,
sending electric thrills of rippling pleasure up through
her that froze her to the seat. She had not been able to
move for the moment as the delightful sensations raced
around inside her body, and he had taken this to mean she
had surrendered her will to his abuse. He had stretched
the elastic legband of her panties farther aside, and
suddenly tried to roll over on top of her to insert his
fleshy male hardness. At the last possible moment she had
clamped her legs tightly together and trapped his fully
exposed penis painfully between them.
Tim had struggled like a maniac to pry her thighs apart and
get the tip of his rock-hard penis up into the wetly
throbbing opening of her vagina. But she had been
possessed with the fearful certainty that she must wait for
a wedding ring, and had struggled with all her strength
against his attempting rape. Just as he had forced the
head of his straining cock under the legband of her panties
and the throbbing blunt tip was poised between the
unwantedly spread lips of her cunt, she had felt it begin
to jerk out of control. Tim had gasped and she had felt
hot, thick liquid spurt out from the end of his penis and
drench her matted pubic hair with his warm white sperm. It
had covered the insides of her thighs wetly and had dripped
down between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her
squirming buttocks.
Tim had emitted a final groan and had collapsed over her
body as she began crying with uncontrollable hysteria. He
had tried to comfort her but she had refused him to even
touch her, feeling soiled and dirty and humiliated beyond
belief. But later, she had calmed down enough to realize
that Tim was only a man and controlled by the fevered
desires her mother had always warned her about. She had
scolded him and made him promise never to do that to her
again, reminding him that it was just as much his
responsibility as her's not to let himself get carried away
before they were married. He had apologized and had never
made any serious attempt on her virginity after that.
It had been a wonderful wedding night, and she had felt a
complete woman to have been able to give up her virginity
to him. Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good as
his hotly throbbing penis stretching her tiny hymen and
then slipping wetly all the way up inside her belly. The
thrills he had given her that night had raced too wildly
through her for her to think of her original fears, and she
had relaxed her tense inner muscles to give him greater
access to her womb. With each delightful stroke he made,
she had been able to feel her bridegroom's penis jerking
into greater hardness until at last the white hot semen
that had once spilt all over her outer skin surged in
seemingly unending streams to inundate her inner cuntal
walls and fill her belly to its fullest.
Yet strangely, she had not felt that mysterious peak of
excitement that she had heard women could enjoy as well as
men. "Climaxes," she'd heard whispered from the lips of
her girl friends; "orgasms," she had read in the few
forbidden sex manuals she'd glimpsed through. Or maybe she
had experienced a cumming like her new husband had, only
she hadn't known it... Confused and bewildered, Melanie
had always been too ashamed and reticent to ever ask about
what she might be missing. Still, it had felt good for
her, and she had always tried to be agreeable when Tim had
wanted her. And then had come his lurid demands for
perversions, and his increasing estrangement as though he
was tiring of her...
God, how times have changed, Melanie thought bitterly as
she smoothed out the bottom sheet and stood up. Tim's
actions during that dirty movie tonight were the worst yet.
In spite of what everybody else says, maybe her mother had
been right all along...
She undressed quickly then, folding her dress and
underclothes in a neat pile on top of the clothes hamper.
As she waited for Tim to finish drinking and come to bed,
she looked at herself critically in the full-length mirror
attached to the wall beside the bureau. Melanie Cartwright
was a slim woman, about five feet six inches, and her body
was beautifully and symmetrically proportioned to her size.
Her blonde hair hung long, and when she let it fall down
across her shoulders, it partially covered her voluptuously
full breasts. She did that now, thinking that she looked
very sensual that way, and almost brazen. She swept the
hair back up again, studying the creamy white skin of her
breasts and the pink aureoles that made large, perfect
accents for her small, bud-like nipples. She raised her
arms over her head, stretching her globular breasts taut,
and she looked like some classic nude sculpture from the
Golden Age of Grecian art.
She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes roam
down across the flat plane of her stomach and the cute
indentation of her navel. The curly blonde hair of her
sparse pubic triangle was silky and golden, highlighting
the pink fullness of her vaginal lips. And she could see
the tiny tip of her clitoris peeping shyly out from the
softly rounded flesh of her cuntal valley. She pirouetted
lightly, examining the dimpled curve of her satiny buttocks
and the rippling smooth muscles of her calves. She had
long, curvaceous legs which tapered from the firm swell of
her thighs down to her neat little ankles and small, dainty
feet.
I've got a good body, Melanie thought, I really do! But it
hasn't brought me full physical happiness in two years of
marriage...
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, hitting the wall
behind it with a resounding crash. Tim stood in the
doorway, breathing in every inch of her lovely nakedness.
He had seen her naked before, of course, but never like
this! Every sensual detail of her unadorned flesh was
lucidly clear to him in spite of his drunkenness, from her
tiny rising nipples down to the soft curls of her pubic
hair that nestled invitingly below her soft white belly.
His eyes blazed with the uncontrolled lust which was
burning through his loins, and his immense, fully exposed
penis pointing and jerking ahead of him as he moved
deliberately across to where his young wife stood in
dreadful apprehension. He held his massively rigid cock
pointing at her with his hand still beating frantically up
and down its lust-hardened shaft.
Melanie felt fear clutch at her throat until she thought
she could not breathe. Dear God! This was worse than the
time before they were married, when he'd nearly raped her
in the car with all his clothes on, only his zipper down to
expose his genitals! At least then, he hadn't been
flaunting his... his member at her like he was now, and
playing with himself so wickedly!
"I've got to have you," he breathed raggedly at her.
"Right now, right here!" Melanie cowered back, whimpering
with fright. He stepped closer and then grabbed his naked
wife with his free hand, sweeping her to him despite her
protests. She was hauled ruthlessly against the hardness
of his lust-burgeoning cock, and she could feel the
pounding heat of his rigid penis against her trembling
flesh as she stared abjectly up into his desire-contorted
face. His eyes were more obscenely glittering than she had
ever seen them before, and his mouth was tightly drawn back
over his teeth like a wild animal ready to pounce on some
unsuspecting prey.
"Tim! My God, Tim, please! You're drunk!"
"Damn straight, I'm drunk, woman!" he snarled down at her
thickly. "Drunk from wanting to fuck you!"
Tim's hands explored her warmly naked body with rough
callousness, clutching and squeezing her soft, sensitive
flesh as his penis throbbed excitedly against her cringing
belly. Melanie struggled feebly for one panicky moment,
but she couldn't fight his overpowering strength, and she
thought desperately that perhaps if she gave in a little it
would help return him to sanity. She thrust her moistly
parted lips against his mouth and flicked her wet, pink
tongue between Tim's teeth. He sucked it hungrily, his own
returning kisses burning her like a firebrand.
"Easy, darling, please be gentle with me..." she murmured
entreatingly into his ear, but the drunken young husband
was beyond hearing her pleas. There was no verbal response
from him, just a deep-throated growl of desire rumbling
from his throat as he pulled her cruelly toward the open
bed. She felt herself fall upon the mattress and roll to
one side, and then she dimly felt him crawl up on the bed
beside her, hovering momentarily with an evil grin of pure
lasciviousness spreading across his alcohol and
passion-lined features.
"Now, damnit, I'm going to fuck you!"
"No! Don't! Don't use that word!"
"Fuck, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Tim unbuckled his pants and slipped them down to his knees.
Then he sprawled drunkenly on the covers as he tugged at
all his clothes, and within seconds he was as naked as she
was.
"Please, Tim! Please be gentle with me!" Melanie's voice
moaned as he leaned over her nakedly defenseless body. He
held her down against the mattress with one hand and ran
the other greedily over the lush contours of her young
flesh, kneading her ripely succulent breasts with hands he
seemingly was unable to control. His head dipped down to
the tender budding nipples, and he chewed hungrily at their
pink tips until he could feel her resistance slowly giving
way and the sweet taste of her skin filling his mouth.
"No, darling, noooooo!" Melanie mewled hopelessly, but her
pleas fell on deaf ears. Her long blonde hair thrashed
from side to side on the coverlet, her face contorted with
torment and fear, as she cried out over and over until the
sounds became nothing but incoherent mumbles of slurring
words.
Ignoring all of his wife's moaning cries, Tim rolled on top
of her and caught her naked young body as her long slim
legs scissored out in one last desperate attempt to escape
his brutal assault. Drunkenly, he held her wildly
straining body tighter to the bed, imprisoning her, as the
weight of his heavy chest tensed down upon her like a giant
boulder. His hips fell heavily down between her full
widely-splayed thighs and pinned her jerking buttocks
tightly down against the bed. The soft fleece of her curly
pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing male
hardness, inciting him to incoherent ravings of drunken
lust. His knees spread her legs farther apart as he ground
his lean muscular pelvis into her squirming, defenseless
loins.
"I'm going to fuck you silly, baby," he hissed viciously
down at her. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you just as if you
actually wanted it!"
"Ohhhhhhh," Melanie groaned haplessly, knowing she was to
be brutally raped... Raped by her own unloving husband!
Tim Cartwright drove his hand down between the
fear-trembling hollows of her soft inner thighs in his mad
search to find the elastic snugness of her cringing little
vaginal hole. He felt the blunt rubbery head of his cock
slip moistly between the sensitive pink lips of her cunt
until, using his fingers to guide it, he led it directly up
against the tight pulsing hole of her pussy. He jammed his
blood-rigid shaft forward with a groan, shoving it all the
way up inside her soft white belly with one savage lunge of
his driving hips.
Melanie felt his heatedly pulsating penis forcing its way
along the tender walls of her vagina, pushing her resisting
flesh before its skewering hardness like a sword slicing
through meat. She winced tearfully from the excruciating
pain, knowing full well from previous times that there
would be no escape for her, no let-up of the torture until
he had emptied his burgeoning testicles inside her and
mercilessly filled her womb with his lewd cum.
Tim rammed forward again, hearing maliciously his testicles
slap up against her twitching up-tilted buttocks. She
ground her hips against the bed in a futile effort to
relieve some of the brutal pressure, kicking out her legs
vainly in the air on either side of his cruelly impaling
body. "Timmmmm!" she screamed wildly. "Oh God, you're
hurting me! Agggghhhhhhhh! You're hurting me so much,
Timmm!"
The alcohol-crazed husband grinned obscenely as he heard
her guttural wail of pain that had come bursting helplessly
from deep in her chest. He pumped his rock-hard penis
deeper and faster into her warmly yielding flesh, his thick
shaft of meaty cock sinking with each demonical stroke all
the way into her fear-quivering pussy, the warm wet walls
of her cunt wrapping tightly around it.
"That's right, baby!" Tim taunted down at her. "Scream
for it!" He flexed again, and asked: "You love it like
this, don't you?"
"Uhhhhggggg!" she yelled piteously. "My God! You're
killing me! You're killing me!"
"That's not the right answer, Melanie!" Tim snarled,
thrusting even more savagely down inside her quivering
belly. "You like it, Don't you?"
"Ohhhhh, yes! Yes!" the tortured young wife cried out,
tears running freely down her red-flushed cheeks. She was
afraid now of offending him and making him crueler and more
brutal to her than he was already, and she frantically
lied: "Yes! I like it! I like it! Ohhhhhhh!"
Tim laughed more harshly in response to her babbling words,
stroking more quickly in and out and pounding her tender,
stretched vagina harder and faster. He moved his clawing
fingers back to grip her supplely fleshed buttocks and pull
her tightly grinding cunt closer to his driving loins, his
vicious thrusts filling the bedroom with lewd, smacking
sounds that blended with Melanie's continuous moans of
torment and pain. His own breath became shorter and
heavier, blowing out from his tight-lipped mouth in little
gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly with beads
of salty sweat. He felt himself lose the last remaining
vestiges of self-control, and he howled out wildly: "I...
I'm cumming, baby! Fuck back! Ohhh, fuck back!"
But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful
streams of his hot white semen began to erupt from the
suddenly expanding head of his throbbing cock, searing deep
up inside the fleshy well of his wife's tightly pulsating
cunt. His cum spewed forth with the rolling force of a
tidal wave, burning Melanie's inner belly with liquid fire,
drowning every fractional inch of her raw, sore little
pussy until the hot semen spewed out around her painfully
swollen vaginal lips. Melanie could feel the trickling
sensation of his warm, wet sperm flowing down between her
hair-fringed cuntal crevice and puddle on the clean white
sheets beneath her wildly trembling buttocks.
And then her husband collapsed, his once-hard cock
deflating rapidly with his momentary satiation. Tim fell
exhausted across his nakedly cringing wife, one arm splayed
wide across the bed and his legs like rubber limbs nestled
between her involuntarily open thighs. Melanie stared up
at the spent muscular body of the man above her, and in the
wake of his spent-out passions, shame and revulsion filled
her mind, tears falling like rain from her red-rimmed eyes.
"Why?" she moaned softly to him. "Why, Tim... Why do you
treat me like this?"
"You'd never understand," he breathed huskily against one
pulsing breast. "You'll never understand about a man's
feelings. I'm no robot that can take being married to a
beautiful woman like you and having to beg for a decent
piece of ass."
"Don't... Don't talk like that to me!" Melanie hissed.
"You wouldn't say or do such things if you loved me!"
"I love you plenty, baby," Tim responded, feeling anger
once again building in his stomach.
"Only I married a statue, not a woman!"
"You... You're nothing but an animal! A sex maniac!"
"An animal?" He raised up over her, his face contorting
with indignation. "A sex maniac?" He felt his limp penis
begin to rejuvenate with new-found life, hardening out into
as strong an erection as ever. He heard his fearful wife
stifle a cry as she felt him push his rehardened cock along
her semen-matted pubic hair and down into the moist slit of
her lubricated cunt. "A sex maniac, am I!" he growled
thickly. "Well, I'll show you just what a sex maniacan
animal sex maniaccan do to a frigid old prune like you!"
Tim never even gave her a chance to adjust to his sudden
re-entry deep up into her womb, beginning to fuck
immediately in and out of her like a dog gone wild. His
only thought was to flood more hot cum deep up inside her
where it belonged, and he vented his raging, drunken lust
time after time, spewing her belly again and again with the
thick, white liquid of his sexual frustrations...
* * *
Meanwhile, in a sprawling ranch house high up on the wooded
hills outside of Greenridge, Sybil Anderson switched off
the light in her maple furnished living room and walked
into the lavishly decorated bedroom, where her husband,
Amos, was waiting for her.
She slipped off her shoes and did a small pirouette in the
center of the room before she padded bare foot to the huge
king-sized bed. There, she smiled seductively at Amos
while she slowly undid the buttons along the front of her
light blue dress.
Amos' breath sucked in slightly from the excitement of her
provocative strip. Damn, he thought, there's just no woman
like her!
Undulating her lithe, firm body, she slid the dress down
along her slender shape until it lay on the carpet at her
graceful feet. Her eyes were heavily ridded and smoky as
she watched her husband's face while she tantalizingly
reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere. She pulled
the thin cloth cups away from her firm, full breasts,
making sure that the already aroused berry-sized nipples
were the last to meet Amos' hungry eyes. She dropped the
brassiere on top of the dress and then slipped her fingers
inside the waist-band of her bikini panties and slowly
began to work them down over her long, tapering legs until
she was standing before him entirely naked.
"You like me, lover?" she purred throatily at him.
"Christ! You're a damned whore when you get near a bed!"
Amos gasped appreciatively. "But hell, I wouldn't want it
any other way, my dear."
His eyes roamed hotly down over her well-tanned body,
savoring the full swell of her rounded breasts and the
fleecy, dark curls of her pubic hair which framed the
moist, pink folds of her vagina. She was something else,
all right, and in the six years they'd been married, he had
never had such an insatiable woman who could please him
more. None had ever surpassed Sybil in any way, and that
was quite a compliment for Amos Anderson to give,
considering the number of women he'd had in those six years
with her.
Sybil reveled in his openly lustful gaze for a long moment
and then lay down on the satin spread of the huge bed. She
scissored her legs invitingly wide in a wanton pose,
exposing to his eyes all the moist pink crevice of her
hair-fringed cunt. She rotated her hips up and then
lowering them in a measured, sexually intoxicating manner.
"Aren't you going to get naked for me, lover?" she cooed
lewdly.
"You better believe it!" Amos breathed huskily. He
quickly shed himself of his trousers and shirt, letting his
clothes fall where they would in a disorganized heap on the
thick carpet. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked
down at her voluptuous nakedness, his long, thick penis
standing out rigidly beneath the taut muscles of his
well-developed abdomen.
"Open wide, my dear... I'm coming in fast!" he grinned,
and leaped on the bed beside her.
"Not so fast!" Sybil giggled mockingly, rolling out of the
way. "You were going to fire me up with the plan you've
got for little Melanie Cartwright, remember?"
"Ah, my dear, but you're torturing me," Amos pleaded
good-naturedly. He knew this was a game with her and one
that they often played. He knew she was more than ready,
right now, but that she liked to be coaxed a little before
the action began. "I'll tell you afterwards. I promise."
"No, sir," she said, squirming her legs together. "No
talkie, no fuckie." And then in a seductive coyness, she
reached over and placed one hand around the pulsating
thickness of his upstanding cock. "You tell me all about
it. I'll just sort of... amuse myself while you are."
"Well," Amos said, grinding his teeth together as shivers
raced up and down his spine, "we'll use the old
One-Two-Three play on her. I think that'll work the best."
"One-Two-Three?" his naked wife asked as she moved closer
to him across the bed. Her fingernails scratched lightly
over his long hard cock which was reaching yearningly
toward the ceiling, and Amos groaned and gritted his teeth
at her teasing ministrations of his testicles and penis.
She raised up on her knees and hovered on all fours with
her face poised just above his squirming loins until he
could feel the hot air from her breath, and then she dipped
lower, planting a kiss on the blunt tip of his penis.
"Go on, lover," she sighed softly. "What's One-Two-Three?"
Again, all that Amos could do was groan and thrust his
loins upwards involuntarily as the warm moistness of her
soft lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his
penis.
"One... ohhhhh, One will be just me. I'll... oh God,
Sybil! I'll... I'll get her up here all alone and seduce
her for the first time, and then... Ohhhhhh!" He lifted
his head slightly to watch her contorting face, and then
reached down to tangle his hands tightly in her hair to
guide the rhythm of her bobbing head.
Watching and helping her made the wild sensations that much
more exciting to him, and he lustfully gazed at the
thickness of his saliva-gleaming hardness slide up and down
between her wetly ovalled lips.
"GO-wan, go-wan," she mumbled around his plunging cock,
increasing the swirling of her tongue around the
lust-swollen head of his thick, rigid cock. "Go on...
what's Two?"
"Two... Two is when you... Ohhhh, and then I..." Amos
shivered, unable to think coherently as his wife became
caught up with her delicious task and concentrated on
taking all of his heatedly throbbing hardness deep inside
her hungry wet mouth. "Oh, to hell with it," he finally
managed to gasp. "Just suck me off. I'll tell you...
tell you later, my dear!"
He watched hypnotically as the soft flesh of her lips clung
to the rubbery skin of his hardened shaft on every
outstroke she made with her mouth, and then enclosed inward
as she sunk the full length of him all the way to the back
of her throat. Her ripely dangling breasts danced below
her pumping torso, their hard red nipples brushing
tantalizingly across the sensitive flesh of his belly,
adding to the lust-inciting scene.
"Suck, my dear... suck!" he hissed, dropping his head
back heavily on the mattress and pretending for a moment
the woman who was sucking his cock so well was the innocent
blonde girl he had hired for the theater. By God, he'd
shove his prick all the way down to her stomach when he
finally got into Melanie. He'd pump his hot cum all the
way down her throat and into that white little belly of
her's until she burst!
"Ohhhhhhh, suck! Suck, Sybil, suck!" he grunted to his
wife as she slaved below, her body beginning to gleam from
the tiny droplets of perspiration forming over her skin.
He felt the pressure growing in his testicles, and knew it
wouldn't be long now before he would cum inside her warm,
wet mouth. He shoved his loins hard up against her face in
his quest for the final climax that was building...
building deep inside his painfully aching cock. He gasped
and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were
being tortured by fire, and then...
His big, hard penis began a sudden wild jerking that
flooded his wife's wildly sucking mouth without warning in
a torrent of thick white sperm. Her cheeks bloated
outwards with each bullet-like spurt as she tried to keep
from choking by swallowing as fast as she could, mewling
and crooning all the while around his thrusting loins.
With one last savage groan, Amos Anderson emptied the last
of his semen into her lips, but his wife went on nibbling
voraciously, sucking every tiny droplet from the head of
his ejaculating gland. Gradually, his satiated penis
deflated in her mouth, and Amos threw his arms out to the
side in exhaustion, a great sigh of delight escaping from
his lips. Sybil lay for awhile with her head on his inner
thigh, still nibbling gently at the now limp and useless
penis in front of her. Then she crawled up over his naked
belly, kissed him hard on the lips, and dug her tongue into
his mouth.
A moment later, she took her mouth away. "What about
number Two, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him
with a slight sparkle of triumph in her eyes. "What about
me and you and number Two?"
Amos chuckled contentedly and stretched out with
satisfaction before he answered his wife. "Simple, my
love. I know you've had your eye on that tight little
Melanie for as long as I have. Well, what better way of
breaking her into our kind of movies than to show what all
sorts of loving can be likeincluding your own special
brand! No reason why we can't both enjoy her hot young
body, is there."
"So part Two is when the two of us have her at the same
time."
"Exactly, and with my little snap-shot camera along for
fun-time photos. That should take the stuffing out of her
for good!"
Sybil smiled erotically down at her husband, pleased at the
obscene idea he was proposing. She preferred the hot,
hairy bodies of men and their large, pleasure-giving cocks,
but every now and then she had a lusting for the satiny
feel of another woman's soft curves under her arms and
lips. And lovely blonde Melanie Cartwright's tender young
body had been as arousing to her as it had been to her
husband. Yes, it sounded delectable, and she knew how Amos
loved to watch her making lesbian love with another woman
just before he joined in to become the third partner of a
depraved seance a trois...
"And number Three, lover," she asked in a passionate voice
unmistakably excited by his obscene plot. "Quick, what is
it?"
"Well, One will be with one me and Two will be with two,
right? But Three... ahh, that might be with more than
just three! We'll get as many of the boys together as we
can, and then let things happen as they happen, andthe best
part will be"
"Yes?" Sybil asked breathlessly.
"The best part will be that we'll let our color movie
cameras roll the whole time. We'll do it in the studio out
back, and presto! We'll have our next full-length
feature!"
"My, you are clever," his naked wife teased. "We'll
blackmail her into cooperating with the photos of us with
her. When are you going to start in on precious Melanie?"
Amos thought for a moment, then replied: "I'll have to
judge that as it happens. It depends on how soon I can get
her to trust me. Then a little of that marijuana on a
balmy, romantic night up here..."
"Wonderful!" Sybil chimed in gleefully. "As long as I can
watch!"
The lascivious sex film producer began to laugh with lewd
delight, and before she knew it, Sybil was joining in with
him. If her husband's cruel seduction worked, and Sybil
was sure it would, she would soon be face-deep in the
lovely blonde softness of that young wife's velvet pubic
hair. Sybil could feel her mounting desire just at the
expectancy, her already moistening vagina flowering still
more, and her high, round breasts hardening tautly with
tingles of anticipatory passion. She reached her hand down
and felt her lascivious husband beginning to stir with
renewed desire, his large, thick cock hardening again with
rising excitement. She grinned, feeling the wetness
seeping between her own throbbing thighs, and knew that it
was going to be a long, delicious night with Amos...
Followed by many even longer, more delicious nights with
innocent, unsuspecting Melanie Cartwright. After all,
Sybil silently smiled to herself, doesn't every woman want
to become a movie star?
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