Chapter 2
Over the past few years I guess I'd sort of noticed the growing of explicit sexuality in the media, but I confess I'd done my best to ignore it. Absorbed with my role as wife and mother, I refused to believe that anything so unsavory could apply to the wholesomeness of family life.
But now, for the first time, I realized that the greatest threat to the family life to which I was so dedicated was this very obscenity I had ignored. It was clear that unscrupulous smut merchants were dead-set on pulling apart the very fabric of American life as I knew it. I didn't see how I could permit such an atrocity to occur without putting up a fight.
So-called adult book stores had sprung up all over the area recently. In my innocence I had hardly noticed them. Now, with my new awareness, I decided to cross the enemy lines and visit one, experiencing the threat to decency first-hand.
It turned out there was one of these garbage cans less than three blocks from where we lived.
Disguised behind a plain storefront, it operated right next to a corner malt shop that attracted droves of teenagers every day after school. No wonder it was so easy for Melinda to get her hands on such vile smut as I'd discovered.
I marched right in, any self-consciousness I might have felt held in check by my diligence of purpose. Still, despite my single-mindedness, I must admit that it was a struggle to inhibit my shock when I saw the kind of outrageous material the place was selling.
To give you an example, there was a magazine devoted to the practice of fellatio. On the cover, a pretty young girl had degraded herself by allowing a color photograph to be snapped of her mouth halfway covering a man's erect penis. I'm not exaggerating when I say that she looked young enough to be my daughter.
However, as bad as the cover was, the inside of the magazine was even worse. Each succeeding page seemed to feature a deeper and deeper penetration, until finally the turgid member was in the girl's mouth to the hilt. The man's hairy testicles were actually squashed against her chin.
Then, one picture after another cataloged the ejaculation of his sperm in her mouth.
It was really disgusting.
First her cheeks swelled up ... the corners of her engorged mouth turned up in a lewd smile. Her lips flew open ... the white semen came gushing out.
It was all over her. Spewing down her chin.
Flooding all over her naked breasts.
In the last photograph the wanton little hussy was actually smearing the slime all over her body. The filthy gruel was everyplace. She looked like she'd fallen into a vat of whipped cream.
Truly disgusting.
I slammed the magazine closed, and thrust it back on the rack. However, my anger was so intense that my aim was faulty, and I couldn't get the damn rag to stay put. Finally it fell to the floor.
"Somethin' wrong, lady?" a gravelly voice said from behind me.
I turned around and found myself looking at the attendant. I hadn't even noticed him until now. But I must say he fulfilled my expectation of the employee of such a place. Long-haired, unshaven, and dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, as far as I was concerned he looked like he'd come out from under a rock.
"Somethin' I can do for you?" he asked as I glared holes through him.
"Yes," I snapped. "Give me an explanation that won't make me vomit why you're a party to marketing this ... this ... filth!"
He just laughed at me.
I burned all over from his mockery. The mirth of his response seemed more brutal to me than a physical assault.
For a moment there I was on the verge of caving in, running out of the place to get the fresh air I so desperately craved after the stifling sleaziness to which I'd just been exposed. Believe me, I'd have rather been in a sewer.
However, some steel in my will made me stay put. Instead of fleeing, I took a deep breath and decided to stand my ground.
Maybe there was no way a single person could bring the operation of this den of sin to a grinding halt. But, at least until I secured a broader base of support for my crusade, I could make this grubby man standing before me suffer the slings and arrows of my wrath.
"This magazine ... this rag," I pointed to the pornographic garbage I'd dropped on the floor, "is a disgrace to the human race. How can you stand to peddle such cancer?"
"How can I stand not to?" he shrugged. "Nobody will give me a job doing nothing else. I'm an ex-con."
I should have guessed he was one of society's outcasts. Who else but a bona-fide misfit would be a party to such a disgusting enterprise as this foul operation.
"Well, of course I pity you for having taken the wrong road in life," I told him. "However, I would think that a stretch in prison would have rehabilitated you to the extent that no amount of temptation could have lured you into a situation as morally criminal as this one."
"Aw, blow it out your ass, lady," he sneered. "If you're so high and mighty, what're you doing in this joint?"
"Just checking things out," I firmly informed him. "Just taking an inventory of how low standards in the community have really fallen while the so-called good people have been looking the other way."
"In that case," he grinned, "stop wastin' your time with those fuckin' magazines. Go in the back and drop a quarter into one of the peep shows and really blow your mind."
"You're kidding," I replied. "Surely you're not suggesting that you actually have something more disgusting than that unspeakable magazine."
"I guarantee it," he grinned even broader. "The third peep-show to the left makes that magazine you was reading look like the Old Testament."
"Bite your tongue!" I snapped. "I will not have you blaspheming the word of God in that manner."
"Shit, lady, I'll even spring for the quarter myself just to prove it to you."
He reached in his pocket and suddenly a glimmering coin flipped through the air and landed at my feet.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I stooped down and picked it up. After all, it would be an insult to spend any of my husband's hard-earned money in a place like this when the management was so eager to assist in digging its own grave.
With the attendant chuckling softly in the background, I slipped into the booth to which I'd been referred and dropped the coin into the slot.
A small rectangle lit up the darkness of the enclosure. All of a sudden I found myself watching a nude man and woman advancing toward each other from the opposite sides of the miniature screen.
The man's erect penis was immense. In real-life it must have been as large as Melinda's dildo. In other words, at least twice as long as my husband's member, the only male organ I'd ever known.
The expression on the woman's face made it clear that she was very excited by the enormity of her leading man's equipment. In fact, I had to admit, her response seemed so genuine that I was convinced it wasn't merely a performance for the benefit of her salary and the camera.
It was steamy stuff. My mind couldn't help but slip into the appropriate vernacular as the movie's prurient impact registered with me.
When they closed the gap between them, the woman took the man's prick in her hands and cradled it like it was a piece of priceless treasure. Then the camera zoomed in for a close-up and I got an even better look. The picture framed her hands clutching his cock and balls, while her mouth descended toward them.
Aghast, I watched as her red lips parted and slowly folded over the purple head of his hard dick. Even though there was no soundtrack, I could almost hear her slurping as she sucked inch after inch of him into her mouth.
When she had swallowed him halfway to his balls, the film cut to between her legs. For the first time I got a good look at her cunt, and it was dripping.
I could see everything. The folds of her pussy lips ... her pink clit ... the glistening juice pouring out of her gaping red gash. Framing it all, a riot of black curly hair coiled all over her crotch and creeped down her spread thighs.
Now the man's hand entered the picture. Immediately his fingers stuffed her slit and began pumping.
Abruptly the camera cut back to her mouth. In the interim she had devoured the remainder of his cock, and was now blowing him to the hilt. His hairy balls rubbed against her chin abrasively, her fair skin blushing from the scratchy pubic tendrils.
How could she take so much in her mouth, I wondered. It had to be trick photography. His hard-on was a foot if it was an inch.
But, then, just as I'd convinced myself it was an illusion, she began stroking back and forth with her lips. The huge cock moved in and out of her mouth, at one moment penetrating to the balls, and at the next exposed so that only the head was inside.
I'd been wrong. It was no trick. The huge prick was real, and she was actually sucking it as she appeared to be. How she kept from choking to the point of unconsciousness was beyond me.
My disgust was mingled with awe as I watched her oral expertise. Had she been an employee of a circus rather than an actress in pornographic films, she would have surely been a sword swallower.
The more I watched her breathtaking display, the more absorbed I became. To be truthful, the decadence imprinted on the flickering piece of film unreeling before my eyes had me transfixed.
I could feel myself breaking into a sweat. My thighs became itchy. When I uncontrollably rubbed them together I could feel a hot wetness trickling down between them.
Then, at the peak of my interest, the film abruptly stopped. Without warning, I found myself in total darkness, rapidly blinking my eyes and wondering where the picture had gone.
Reluctantly, I stepped out of the booth. To my astonishment I walked right into the arms of the attendant. He had been lurking right outside the booth.
"What's the matter, lady?" he spoke first. "You look all hot and bothered."
"The machine stopped working," I told him. "What kind of clip-joint are you running here, anyway?"
"Two minutes is all you get for a quarter," he informed me. "This ain't no film festival."
"And what if I don't have another quarter?" I asked, saying the first thing that came into my head to keep him from recognizing how agitated I'd become.
"Then you're outta luck," he grinned lopsided ly. "That is, unless...."
"Yes?"
"I feel like staking you for another two-bits."
Suddenly another quarter was plopped into my hand and he was giving me a gentle shove back into the booth. Without stopping to consider the implications of what had just happened, I dropped the coin into the machine and trained my eyes on the dark screen.
When the rectangle lit up again there was a long shot of the girl being simultaneously mouth-fucked and finger-fucked. The cock was down her throat so far that its head had raised a lump at the center of her gullet like the bobbing adam's apple of an adolescent boy. All five fingers were crammed up her pussy, spreading her labia wide enough to accommodate the man's forearm.
The couple went at it hot and heavy for several seconds, and then the girl pulled away from the guy. Removing his prick from her mouth and his hand from her cunt, she kneeled over on all fours and spread the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly an unbelievably explicit rear view of her wide-open pussy filled every bit of the screen.
Even though the projection surface was minimal, the close-up was so tight that her cunt seemed almost life-size. The way it throbbed and dripped in living color, I felt I could almost reach out and touch it.
And, then, when the camera focused on the pulsating pink nubbin of her clitoris, I actually did.
However, just as quickly as I'd placed my fingers on the succulent image, I pulled them away. Not, as you might imagine, because I felt the flat surface of the screen rather than the warm meat that filled my eyes, but because an alien force had protruded into the picture I had temporarily accepted as reality.
As big as life, the head of the man's cock descended toward the cunt from the top right hand corner of the screen. First its shadow, and then the ominous bulk itself. It reminded me of the Goodyear Blimp devastating the Super Bowl in "Black Sunday."
While I watched with bugged eyes, the monstrous phallus glided between the parallel lips of pink flesh that were the girl's labia.
Yes, he was fucking her. Plunging his prick into her cunt. Slipping inch after inch of love-muscle into her expanding love-canal.
When the penetration was complete, his balls came into view. They were clenched and hairy. Throbbing. Churning with the obvious manufacture of cum.
I held my breath as the frictional jogging of cock within cunt began in earnest. Whether I liked it or not, I was on the edge of my senses waiting for him to come. To fill her pussy with hot, steaming jizz.
I felt so randy. So horny. What this crudely photographed loop was doing to me was beyond belief.
While I watched the actress's body being ravaged, I gradually became aware of the condition of my own anatomy. It felt like I had ants crawling beneath my skin. My pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet. My throbbing tits chafing inside the cups of my bra, even my asshole was on fire.
Click....
The movie stopped, catching me breathless. Automatically, I whirled around. As if by magic, another quarter slapped against the palm of my out-thrust hand. I dropped it into the slot without thinking. Mercifully there was a flickering of light, and the film resumed.
Cock and cunt engorged my vision. Hard cock moving in and out of spasming, wet cunt. Cunt with turgid lips pliantly enveloping chafing phallic muscle. People fucking. Doing it to each other.
Since there was no sound-track, I invented the sounds myself.
"Ooooohhh," the girl moaned. "I love your big cock in my cunt. Fuck me harder ... harder!"
"Your pussy is so tight," the man said raspily. "Your tight cunt is choking my nuts."
The man's balls had tightened up against the base of his prick and were turning purple. One could only guess how much cum they had within them.
"Come in me!" the amplifier of my mind made her insist. "Fill my cunt with your hot jizz!"
I swore I heard him grunt, summoning the spunk from his loins.
My timing was perfect. All of a sudden his prick lurched in her twat, his balls jerked, and her hips buckled from the thrill. Within seconds the sides of her snatch were white with cream as the excess cum came pouring out.
I was so excited I had to twist my legs into a knot to stop the flow from my throbbing crotch. I knew instinctively that my panties were ruined from what was going on between my thighs. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been in my life and nobody had even touched me.
My arousal was so complete that my mission to the adult book store was forgotten. All I could think of was cock, and how badly I wanted one at this moment.
"Oh, Jesus, I want to fuck," I heard myself moaning. "Where is a cock to fuck me?"
Then, as the pussy juice dripped down my legs, I felt the air wafting against my ass as the back of my dress was lifted up and my panties pulled down. A thick projectile abruptly insinuated itself from the rear between my sticky thighs. Before I knew it the bps of my cunt were being stimulated by a rubbing muscular force.
It was a cock. A cock between my legs. Its head burrowing insistently now to get inside my cunt.
Bending over so my nose pressed against the image of the two people fucking on the screen, I opened my legs and let the stiff meat inside me. With shimmering satisfaction, I felt my pussy lips swallow the throbbing head and then close around the beginning of the fat shaft.
"Oooommmppphhh!" a male voice gasped gutturally from behind me. At least five inches of blessed penetration accompanied the grunting expulsion of air.
With my eyes right next to the screen, I imagined what I was watching was the image of what was happening to me. As far as I was concerned, I was witnessing the engorgement of my own pussy. All of a sudden I was an actress in a pornographic film, being deliciously pronged by my leading man.
"Fuck me all the way!" I implored. "Let me really feel your cock inside me!"
There was another "Oooommmppphhh!", and a minimum of four more inches of turgid cock-meat up my pussy.
"Ooooh, that's it," I moaned excitedly. "You're getting it now. Getting it in all the way."
A third "Ooooommmmppphhh!" and there were no more inches to go. He was in me to the hilt. I knew because his balls were squashing against my frantically aroused clit.
Instinctively I began wiggling my ass. The stiff prick twisted within me like a corkscrew. I was coming already.
Closing my eyes, I grooved deliriously on the sensations of engorging cock and sweeping orgasm. By the time I opened them again, the movie had blacked out again, but I didn't care.
Dropping to the floor on my hands and knees, I hunched over like a bitch in heat. The muscular body of a man draped over my back and rammed me with its phallic dagger until I was certain I'd be sliced in two.
"Harder ... harder!" I exhorted. "Give me all you've got!"
My body was filled with pumping cock. I was coming like crazy. I'd never known sex could be like this. In comparison with the genteel sex I had with my husband, this seemed like my very first fuck.
"Oh, it hurts," I whimpered joyously. "It hurts so good."
Then, incredibly, the cock in my cunt bloated an extra sudden inch. I knew exactly what that meant. He was coming.
Hot, scalding sperm was what I wanted, and I pleaded for it. "Come in me!" I screamed. "Come in my pussy!"
If my cunt was hot with just the hard-on in there, it was blazing once it was drenched with an abrupt blast of spurting jizz. Molten lava poured between my legs could not have been any hotter.
Almost immediately I could feel the excess gruel backing up in my fuck-hole and then surging from my cock-stuffed slit. It came spraying out from the intense pressure. I could hear it splashing.
Inside me, my orgasm was raging like a forest fire. My senses were burning up. Every shred of decency I'd ever possessed was charred into insignificance. I might as well have been a two-dollar whore in an alley rather than the upstanding wife and mother I'd thought I was up until now.
When the cock finished spurting, it pulled from my gash, releasing a floodtide of cum. As I fell to the floor with orgasmic faintness, my cunt was spewing hot liquid as though an artery had been severed at the crux of my groin. I wound up wallowing in a spreading pool of my pussy's fetid discharge, totally degraded.
Who knows how long I lay there on the floor of that booth. My incessant spasming blotted out all reality except for the thrill of prolonged orgasm.
For an indefinite period I was not the respectable woman I'd always thought myself to be, but just a mindless coming machine.
When I finally started coming around, it was as though I'd awakened from a dream. For several moments there, I had no idea where I was or what had happened.
Staggering to my feet, I wobbled out of the booth and into the open. The first thing I saw was the grinning face of the attendant. He looked like the proverbial cat who swallowed the canary.
I looked away, unable to face him. I'd never felt so humiliated and degraded in my life. I felt so low that as I left the store, I was certain I could have just slithered under the crack of the door.