Chapter 11

"Get your hands off me, you ugly ape!" Barbara swore, trying to jerk free of Rod Banner's grasp.

He pushed her down into the corner into some pillows. Her skirt flew up to her panties. She jerked it down and glared threateningly at him, staring at the way his nostrils flared, broad and open and hideous. His thick lip curled, and he reached down to snatch her skirt back up. He held it there, looking into her panty-covered crotch and the nylons that bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. He saw the birthmark on the inside of her thigh and fingered it, chuckling thickly.

"So," he said, settling down beside her. "It's you after all! I thought it was. I hardly recognized you in those fancy clothes-the way you hide your body and fix your hair. But I'll never forget that mark on your thigh, Wilma."

"I'm not Wilma!" she cried desperately. "You've got the wrong woman. Now let go of my thigh, damn you!"

He laughed again. "Huh-unh, Wilma," he said. "Not unless you get nice to me--the way you used to be."

She slapped his face. He grunted with surprise and gripped her wrist painfully.

"Look, bitch," he growled. "I don't know what your goddamn game is with that stud over there who's dicking my wife, but don't try to play it on me, you hear? Not on your old fucking partner, Rod Banner!"

"Let go--you're hurting me!"

"Good. Then that makes us nearly even for the time you bit my cock, remember? Want to see it, Wilma? Would it make you feel good to see what your nasty fucking temper did to my prick? I've still got the scars, you bratty bitch!"

"Don't...." she cried. "Don't you dare! You've got the wrong woman, I tell you; I'm Barbara Miller!"

He yanked his zipper down. The sound ripped through her mind. Then his cock was flaring up from his thighs. A cock flared into brilliant, pulsing color on the screen. She looked around the room and saw her husband's cock flaring broadly into Sue's mouth. Her head swam, full of cocks, throbbing, spurting, dripping whitely from the tip. Heavy balls, hairy balls, red-inflamed, sodden cunts. Sucking sounds, sloppy, fucking, groaning, plunging sounds of sex.

"No!" she cried again, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, God, let it be past!"

"Look at my prick, Wilma Higby, you hot-fucking, whoring bitch!"

He pressed her head down into his lap and slapped her hands away from her face, forcing her to look. His prick was half an inch from her nose. She had to smell it. She had to remember.

Barbara growled inside her body. A mewling sound escaped her lips. The hand pressed firmly on the back of her head, forcing the terrible, pearly-tipped prick between her lips. She tasted the oil oozing out the eye and made another sound, struggling to get free of Rod Banner's grasp.

"Suck it, Wilma!" he growled. "Suck it like you used to suck, you unquenchable bitch! Remember the day you sucked us all-ten of us in an hour?-and suck me like that again!"

Her mind whirled. She felt so funny inside. She was aware of struggling-of wanting to gorge this terrible prick into her throat and make it squirt and come and fill her belly full. And of remembering who she was-Barbara Miller, not Wilma. Barbara!

She bit down hard on the rigid tube of flesh and tasted blood.

"Ahhhgh! You bitch!" Rod yelled. He swung his fist into the side of her head and made her ears ring.

He yanked his cock from her mouth and looked at it in the flickering light. The bleeding had already stopped--just a surface nick. But his anger was full.

"You've had it, Wilma," he said, his voice gruff and hard as steel. "You're goddamn game is over." He started to get up, and she clutched at him, suddenly full of fear.

"Where are you going?" she asked, looking up. "I'm going to blow your game to hell, baby. I know what you've been doing to that miserable bastard over there. What do you think he'd say if he knew who you were? What do you think he'd do? Wilma Higby--the hustlingest, fuckingest, suckingest little piece on the street. Anything for money, remember, Wilma? Two bits to jack us off, fifty cents a suck, a buck a fuck, and anything twice for five. Remember the price schedule, baby? By God, I do! Tell me, cheap whore, what do you charge your husband for a goddamn look?"

"Pearly, no!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his leg to stop him. "Don't tell him, please!"

He stopped and looked down. Then he grinned. "Well I'll be damned!" he said. "You decided to remember after all-even my goddamn nickname-the one you gave me! Why the hell shouldn't I tell him? No man likes to sit back and watch another man get taken in by a cheap-assed slut like you! You and your fancy-fucking clothes, your superior airs. You make me sick, Wilma Barbara Higby Miller!"

"Pearly! Please!" she pleaded, tears stinging into her eyes. "I'll do ... I'll do anything you want me to! Just like old times! In my ass ... anywhere! Just don't tell him! I can't bear to think what he would do!"

Rod sat back down, still grinning. He reached over and squeezed her tit painfully, watching her flinch.

"Old Pearly Rod Banger," he mused, laughing. "You called me that because of the leak in my cock, remember, Wilma--the little shiny pearl of jizz you used to lick off with the tip of your tongue like honey from a clover bud?"

"Yes," she said, running her hand over his prick suddenly. "I remember it, Pearly. I'll do it again--like you said. Like old times. Oh, God, I feel so funny inside! Hot!"

He laughed. "It's the drug they spike the punch with, baby. Or maybe it's me, huh? The old memories beginning to feel good again?"

"I don't ... yes, damn you, yes! Oh, God, I've been going crazy married to him, trying to hold myself back!" She nuzzled her head into his lap, stripping his pants savagely from his butt and pulling them down his thighs. "You don't know what it's been like, trying to please him by being chaste and pure the way he wanted me to be and yet needing to be fucked hard!"

Rod groaned, feeling her lips suck and kiss and nibble at the bottom of his balls. He lay back and arched his hips. She gripped his cock and jacked it off, running her hand up and down it hard, stripping the clothes from her body with the other hand.

"That wasn't what I heard," Rod grunted, arching his cock, helping her strip. "I heard he wanted you bad, and you wouldn't give."

"I couldn't, Rod!" she cried. "Not after the first! He'd want to know too much! He'd ask questions, he'd find out, and it would be all over when he knew my past! I thought he wanted me to be like his mother-all prim and proper and fitting to be the wife of a prominent lawyer. After I started playing the role, I couldn't stop! Our marriage would be ruined! The money gone!"

He lifted her hips with his strong arms and swung her crotch over his face. He looked up into the dark-curled patch he remembered from so long ago, and his pulse pounded hotly.

"But you're ruining the marriage the way you're working it now, Wilma--holding out on him. He's beginning to look around. You've got to give or you're dead no matter what you do."

"I know it!" she sobbed, gripping his cock and making it stand straight up toward her lips. "I know it! What can I do?"

"Eat my cock!" he cried, his voice strangled, his mind fogging mushily by his own problems.

Barbara squealed low in her throat and plunged the cock into her mouth. She went crazy over the pearl of jizz at the tip. She felt her body shudder all over. How close she'd come the other night to sucking Bob off! Too close, too close! Rod's tongue licked up the walls of her cunt and stabbed hotly inside--far, deep, the way only his tongue could go. She'd never had a tongue like his--not in any of the men she dated and prostituted herself to for money.

She fondled Rod's balls. She felt his finger running up her asshole--so tight after lying dormant for so long. She groaned and squeezed the tip of his prick with the muscles in her throat, tangling her tongue in the hairy root of his cock. Images flashed through her squirming mind--images of the party, of seeing Bob for the first time.

He was so young, boyish-looking, inexperienced. He had such potential. He could get her out of her disgusting whorish ways by providing her with money and taking care of her. She could stop fucking forever, because he didn't expect it.

That was what she thought. She'd fucked him wildly the first night to set her trap. She'd caught him. Then any further thoughts of sex repulsed her. She'd had enough for any two lifetimes.

It lasted a year. Then she wanted it again. But she couldn't. Her role was too fixed. She'd had to hide her desires.

There was a woman. Emily. A man was too dangerous, because Bob would know. But Emily ... And then they'd moved.

"Oh, God!" she cried, feeling her belly spasm.

The orgasm jolted through her like an electric shock. Rod's tongue licked and stabbed into her squirming cunt. She'd forgotten how good it was to let herself go and come and come. Bob tried, bless him. It wasn't his fault. Oh, God, what to do now!

"Mmmgh!" she groaned, squirming her hips over Rod's sucking face. Then she felt the tip of his prick bucking in her throat.

Come, come! she cried to herself. Fill my belly full' Then he was grunting and arching his butt off the floor, stuffing his prick into her throat, squirting his cum up the heavy tube of his hairy cock and making his jizz splash and flood down her pipe into the depths of her belly.

She sucked and pulled on his prick, wringing it dry with her tongue. The old motions were there. The techniques never left. She ran her tongue tightly around his root and milked it dry.

He yelled into her open, wet, gushing cunt, a muffled sound that was full of primitive lust. He hadn't changed, either. Now he would flop her onto her belly and fuck her ass, reaming it out with his broad-tipped cock. That was the way he used to like to do it.

Rod rolled her body off his and lay back and gasped. "Good," he said weakly. "So good, Wilma. There never was a cocksucker like you--not even Sue!"

"Sue's hot," Barbara said. "She can twist and fuck a man's prick off his belly, I know her kind. I've seen all kinds, Rod, you don't know."

He lifted his head. "Yeah," he said, looking over to where his wife writhed and twisted her hips under Bob's plunging prick. "Yeah, and she's doing him again."

"Do me again, Rod," Barbara pleaded, stuffing her fingers into her hole to stop the terrible feeling of emptiness. "Like old times!"

"Without the fiver, Wilma," he said, turning her over, spreading the cheeks of her ass.

"Make it good, Rod," she said. "I won't get it again for another five years."

"Yes you will," he said. "Yes you can! This is your chance! The party has broken your inhibitions. Let it happen just the way Bob planned, and he'll never know the difference. Use your head, you little nut!"

"Yes!" she cried happily. "Oh, God, Rod, I'd rather use my ass right now! Please!"

"Roll over, you pert-assed bitch," he growled thickly.

Barbara propped her knees on the pillow and lifted her ass high in the air for him. She felt his hands at her buttocks and groaned with need. Then the tip of his boring cock filled her anus and was pushing through her rectum.

She raised her head and bleated with joy. "Fuck me, Rod!" she cried. "Pearly Rod Banner the Big-Balled Banger! I remember! Oh, Christ, I remember!"

Rod shoved his cock into her asshole and pumped away. He moaned and flattened his thighs against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. They weren't quite as firm as they used to be, but her ass was even better. Tighter! Hotter!

"Shake it, Wilma!" he cried. "Shake the jizz right out!"

Barbara's butt jiggled and shook, bending his cock and making the tip dig into the soft canal of her rectum.

She felt hands under her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart. She looked down and saw another man, easing under her jiggling body. His cock stretched up long and thin toward her cunt.

"Oh, yes!" she cried hotly, remembering that position, too.

She made room for him, spreading her thighs widely. Then she lowered her pussy down, all the while shaking her ass around Rod's plunging cock. The thin penis slipped into her cunt, going deep and far.

"Ahhhgh!" she bellowed.

The men fucked her hard, both in rhythm, plunging and stuffing her long-quiet body full of watering pricks.

"Barbara, is that you? What a pleasant surprise, honey!"

Barbara looked up. The slim brunette, Peggy, was squatting in front of her face. Her pussy was spread wide open. Jizz dribbled out of her hole.

Barbara went mad inside her head. She cried a thin sound and dove at the cunt with her mouth, filling the hole with her licking tongue.

Peggy leaned back and cried out harshly. The attack was savage. Barbara couldn't help herself. She tasted Wally's cum inside the tight pussy and licked and swallowed and ate ravenously at Peggy's cunt, listening to the woman cry and yell enough to wake the dead.

Barbara's mind seemed to melt like a puddle of heated steel that seared into the column of her spine like the hot, white cum that burned into her cunt and her ass.

Bob heard the yelling. He stopped plunging his prick into Alice's hole and looked across the room. He paused and looked for a long time. He saw the man fucking his wife from underneath, Rod in her asshole at the same time. He saw the source of the screaming. He saw Peggy leaning back, shoving her pussy into the licking, twisted, hungry face of his cold, cold wife.

His prick went limp, and he cried. Abruptly, he got to his feet and left the room, seeking the solitude of the kitchen. Janice wandered in later in the evening, the sounds of wild applause and encouragement to greater indecencies filtering through the swinging door opened by her passage.

She approached the kitchen table where he sat, his arms lying slack before him, his eyes staring straight ahead, unseeing, uncomprehending. "What's the matter, Bob? Don't you want to join the others? Her last remark was punctuated by cheers and fervid sighs and gasps as Barbara, mindless in her reborn lust, brought three men to simultaneous climax, one in her mouth, one in her ass, and one in her greedy, oily pussy.

Bob didn't answer, gave no indication of having heard Janice's questions, nor did he acknowledge her presence. Standing silently, she studied him thoughtfully for a moment and then, still silent, turned and left the room.

Some time later, after all the cocks were drained and all the pussies stretched and used to the point of pain--and all lusts satisfied--Barbara wordlessly collected her husband and they left silently, through the back door going around to the front and their car, avoiding any possibility of long, drawn-out farewells.