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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife.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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