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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife04.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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