Chapter 7
John Owens was still grouchy and getting more edgy by the minute when he got home that evening.
Marilee was just stepping out of the tub when John ambled in the door and headed straight for the liquor. He needed a drink badly after a day like this.
Marilee, wrapped in a big towel around her and quickly darted into the bedroom to dress. John was home earlier than expected, and she wasn't ready for him.
"I'm here, honey. Be ready in a minute!" she yelled as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
With a whiskey and soda in his hand, the troubled young husband went looking for his wife. Marilee was partially dressed when he opened the bedroom door. He looked at her long tapering legs rising up to her smoothly curved asscheeks and said teasingly, "Let's stay home tonight and have our own party. You look good enough to eat, honey!"
Marilee blushed at his statement, and murmured in embarrassment, "You'll have plenty of time for partying with me. Better show up and keep the boss happy, or that old son-of-a-gun will have you kicked right out of the paper." Marilee was smiling, but she didn't feel like it. She felt a heaviness at the thought of having to go to this party. Perry Ellsworth's pawing hands and dirty vulgar comments were more than enough to fill her with dread. Of course, what did it matter anyway, she didn't care anymore. Might as well pretend to be happy and keep John in good spirits. It isn't his fault that he can't satisfy me. I guess I can't cum unless a woman makes me!
Marilee shuddered and forced her mind away from the horrifying thought that had been plaguing her since last night as John continued to watch her dressing. She reminded him of the time when he left the room to commence his shower and dress for the party.
Coming back in the bedroom about half an hour later, the young husband gasped in stunned surprise. Marilee had dressed in a revealing red dress that had a plunging neckline which enticingly disclosed the deep cleavage between her huge young tits! She was standing in front of a mirror, combing her hair and every once in a while casting a dubious glance at her dress. She looked somewhat uncertain as she asked, "Do you think it's too tight?"
"Hell no!" exclaimed her husband as he rolled his wide eyes open. "It's not a bit too tight ... just right in fact, honey, for I can see that nice little ass of yours."
The young reporter laughed loudly at his deeply shocked young wife and continued. "I'm only teasing honey. You look absolutely gorgeous ... and sexy as hell," he said promptly.
Marilee didn't quite know how to take her husband, sometimes, but tonight she might as well look sexy, if it made him happy. Staring at his wife, John was thinking as he dressed about how pleased he was with the change in her. He had always wanted her to dress like this, she had the figure to wear revealing clothes. When other men looked at her, they had a look of hunger, almost jealousy, on their faces, and that pleased him. Like any young man, he was always proud to be accompanied by such a voluptuously beautiful woman.
The party was already in full swing when the young couple arrived. Lisa Marks answered the door, and her eyes popped open in surprised pleasure as she saw the young blonde's seductive outfit!
"Marilee, my dear, and John ... come in! Come in! Let me introduce you around to the people you don't know."
Marilee and John were steered across the room while Lisa made the presentation. "You know Rory and Tessa of course." Marilee stiffened for a moment as she saw the woman who had been so lewdly engaged on the stairwell during the last party, but then thought, What the hell, I don't need to talk to them anyway.
While Marilee was being introduced around, she let her eyes roam over the people and then settle on the only man in the room she had not met, He was an older man, but of great stature, with a mass of steel-gray hair, suntanned leathery skin, and the most handsome infectious smile she had ever seen. He had well developed muscular shoulders and narrow trim hips. She was immediately impressed with his physical appearance. For an older man, he was well preserved with not a sign of fat on him. She heard Lisa saying, "Come with me now, and meet Dave Buchanan."
"Dave, may I present John Owens and his beautiful new bride, Marilee."
"Hello, Mr. Buchanan," John said. "It's all right, John, you can drop the Mister."
After shaking hands with each of them, the guest of honor smoothly shifted between the young couple, and with his back to John, took Marilee's arm and steered her across the room to the bar patting her hand and saying, "Marilee? Okay Marilee, let's get you a drink so you can catch up with the rest of us, my dear."
"Oh, please no, Dave, I don't drink anyway," Marilee answered.
Dave Buchanan was pleased with Perry Ellsworth and his choice of a young blonde to entertain him at the party. He pulled Marilee's luscious body tightly against him and murmured, "Aw, come on, baby, please have one drink with me."
"Okay, but just a small one," Marilee said, her voice betraying her intense nervousness. She had been here less than five minutes and already she was being pawed.
Dave Buchanan moaned hotly under his breath. Of all the luck, she's one of those whining little cunts who don't know what it's all about. Lisa said she was shy, but she didn't say she was uptight too. Sometimes I wonder if the end results are worth the work it takes to break them down. Then, as he handed her the drink, he lifted his glass, "Here's to my career."
Suddenly, Marilee caught a glimpse of the look of desire in the older man's eyes, and felt a cold wind of terror pass over her body. She sipped her drink slowly, and distastefully as his eyes lingered on her titties and lips.
Dave Buchanan had never seen such a beauty. Dressed in that outfit she's enough to make a guy's cock get hard just looking at her, he thought. Her huge sensuous tits were almost falling out of the top of her skin-tight dress. Maybe she is worth all the work after all, I'm sure of it! Just look at those tits and that sweet little pussy, Jesus! If I don't get away from her I'm gonna cream right here and now!
"Pardon me for a minute, Marilee dear," he stammered apologetically. "I see Perry and I'd like to discuss an assignment with him."
Hurriedly, Dave Buchanan strode across the room and began to speak quietly with the editor as though they were discussing important matters.
Marilee stared disinterestedly at the two men as she stood motionless with a half empty glass of whiskey and soda. Her eyes moved to other couples standing in pairs and small groups, arms around each other and laughing uproariously when someone told a dirty joke. She had never known such crude people before, and she really disliked being one of them. She had noticed a couple locked in an embrace slowly ease into the hallway and disappear. She was sure they were up to no good. She was not aware that anyone was watching her until she felt an arm encircle her waist.
"What's wrong, honey?" Ellsworth asked her. "Aren't you having a good time? I've been neglecting you, but I thought my old buddy Buchanan was taking care of you."
"I'm all right, Perry," Marilee murmured. "It's just that I don't seem to fit in at your parties. Lisa is so kind to me and, and all I do is spoil her parties it seems!"
"Of course, you fit in," he responded with a grin. "It might take a little getting used to."
Marilee knew the purpose of being here was to keep Ellsworth happy so he'd help John get better assignments. Also, Lisa was her friend, and she should be grateful enough at least to try to relax and have a good time, but she couldn't. Nevertheless, she had to pretend. She moved slightly, trying to move away from his arm and answered with a smile, "I guess so, Perry, and I'll try."
But the older man only moved in closer and pulled her tightly to his chest. Marilee looked up at his leering face to tell him to let go o her, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Perry Ellsworth abruptly leaned down and kissed her full on her half open lips.
Marilee struggled to pull away without making a scene, but the editor was kissing her passionately, trying to snake his long tongue into her mouth. Marilee was trembling with anger when she finally pulled free.
"Stop it!" Marilee hissed angrily. "I'm not that kind of woman. I love John!"
Perry stared angrily at her for a moment, then shrugged and walked away saying, "You fucking bitch! If that's the way you want it, then you have no one to blame but yourself when your husband's covering a hardware convention in the Bronx."
Marilee was so furious she wanted to run after him and scratch his eyes out. Oooohhhh! she had to get away from this evil apartment as fast as she could.
First, though, she had to find John and tell him she just couldn't go through with it. She and her husband didn't belong with these vile people from the paper. The editor had actually had enough gall to make advances toward her. If that's the kind of career in journalism John wanted, then he would have to count her out and find another way to get it. She was through ... she didn't need these people, and he didn't either, if it meant doing things just to please these creeps. And if John expected her to do everything, then he would be better off with a professional whore who had no scruples whatsoever!
Marilee moved nervously around the room looking for her young husband, but she couldn't see him. He might be on the balcony getting a breath of fresh air, but she was afraid to go out there again. She might not get off as easily this time if Perry Ellsworth or one of those other crude beasts caught her alone.
So, she wandered through the door into the deserted hallway, gradually working her way to the back wing of the large apartment. The young blonde had almost give up hope when she heard subdued voices coming from a partially open door on her right. Marilee had started to turn away when she instinctively halted, all of the warning signals in her mind at full alert. The only light in the room was coming from a candle on the bedside table, casting a sensual pink glow on everything. Marilee stiffened as she heard a wanton cry, and her eyes suddenly focused on two nakedly entwined people on the bed. Then, with a start, she recognized the girl! The nakedly moaning woman was her friend, Lisa Marks!
Marilee gasped in shocked surprise. Lisa's making love with a man! Marilee had started to slowly close the door, when suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the man's face. Oh my God! It's John! She wanted to scream, wanted to run forward and yank them apart but with revulsion and despair shaking her body, she could only stand transfixed, as if rooted to the spot. Unable to move, she felt all her hopes and dreams draining from her just as though someone had opened a tap in her soul.
The reason for her despair was there in front of her as she stood in stunned horror, for she saw the redhead lying nakedly spread-eagled on the bed. Her sensually mature body was motionless except for a back and forth rolling of her head that whipped her red hair softly over her ecstasy-contorted face. That was bad enough in itself, but the worst part of all was John kneeling nakedly between her widespread legs and noisily running his lips and tongue up and down her pussy!
Marilee saw John's mouth now poised over the visible pink bud of Lisa's clitty, his thumbs pressed into the curl-rimmed outer folds of her cuntlips. Moaning with abandoned lust as his tongue snaked out to flick wetly across her quivering pussy, the wildly aroused older woman reached down, grabbed the young reporter's hair, and pulled his face tighter into her fevered cunt. As she mewled in wanton pleasure, her voluptuously curving hips began to writhe and contort like a belly dancer's.
Marilee's stunned and disbelieving eyes slowly moved down her husband's body to where she could see his massively throbbing cock protruding from the curly black hair at his loins. She could hardly breathe, the pain in her aching heart and swollen throat was so great. My husband was doing a horrible perverted thing like that to Lisa Marks. How could be be so awful after what we had together last night. I was wrong about her too. Lisa Marks is no friend of mine, and neither is my husband. They're animals and they're all trying to drag me down with them, and I won't go!
Backing away from the half open door, her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, she ran blindly down the hallway into the living room, straight into the arms of Dave Buchanan.
"Wwoooohhhhhh, what kind of boogey men are after you?" he crooned good naturedly as he put a fatherly arm around her shoulders. Then he looked closely at her expression and his face became stern. "Something's wrong. You'd better tell me all about it, my dear. You're white as a ghost."
Marilee, pale as a sheet and trembling in a combination of despair and anger said, "Oooohh ... ohhh ... you don't know what these awful people are like ... you don't know what's going on. They are having orgies at the Globe's parties. They are immoral and do perverted things ... they are not fit to be...." The last was spilled out as she put her hands up to her face to hide the sudden tears.
"Marilee? Are you sure? What makes you think you're right? Have you seen it happening? Have you been involved in these perverted acts you speak of?" The famous reporter questioned her in rapid succession, his voice full of concern.
"Yes, I'm sure. I can show you if you want me to," Marilee choked out the words.
Dave Buchanan had to think fast. It was a dangerous situation to have a reporter's wife complaining to some other paper about the morals of the Globe's reporters and staff. Ellsworth wouldn't like it. Cajolingly, he said to the vindictive young woman, "All right, if you are sure, then you'd better come with me and tell me all about it. Let's get you a drink to settle you down and then you come with me to some place where we can be alone."
Dave, his arm around her trembling shoulders, led her to the bar where he had the bartender give her a triple shot of whiskey, then he directed the distraught young wife to the library.
Marilee scanned the room and saw it was dimly lit by a single overhead light that cast dark shadows in all of the corners. There was a desk and chair in one corner, a piano and a television set, and instead of a divan or sofa, in one corner there was an area of about eight feet built up approximately twelve inches from the floor, and topped by six inches of foam rubber padding. The pad was covered with a red velvet and had several small comfortable cushions against the wall for a back rest. The older man took her over to the area and gently eased her back on it. By then, Marilee's tears had partially subsided, and now the anger had begun to roll over. She was going to tell Buchanan everything! She was going to tell him how Perry Ellsworth had tried to bribe her into taking part in his horrible orgies, and then this prize-winning reporter might write something about it to make the public aware of the morality of the New York Globe! There was nothing she wanted more than to get even with that filthy man and his sluttish girlfriend who had licked her pussy, then betrayed her by seducing John. If confessing everything to Dave Buchanan meant the end of her husband's reporting, then that was just too bad. John would have brought it all on himself.
"Now, Marilee, tell me what you know about this and I'll take it from there. What about this accusation you've made against the paper?" Dave Buchanan asked in a fatherly manner.
"I saw Lisa Marks and my ... my husband ... in a bedroom ... and they were naked ... and...." Marilee stammered in embarrassment. It was hard to talk about the awful thing she had seen them doing. "I saw them ... I saw my husband ... and I hate him-I hate him."
"You must tell me what they were doing, Marilee, so I can judge whether it's as serious as you say it is. Was your husband fucking Lisa Marks?" The older man used the lewd word skillfully.
"OH!" Marilee gasped in shock and confusion. "What difference does it make what they were doing? It was a vile perverted act!"
"Now look here, Marilee, you have accused these newspaper people of sexual orgies and performing perversions. The least you can do is explain what you mean. You've got to consider this as an informal court inquiry," he said in an annoyed voice.
"I can't use those dirty words, but I saw them. Lisa was naked and lying on her back. John was down there, he had his head between her legs, and he was ... he was down there.
Oh, it was awful ... it was terrible ... so dirty!" Marilee struggled to speak.
"Ah-ha! You mean he was licking her pussy!" he queried.
Marilee was jolted at the vulgar words the prize-winning journalist was using to her, and she considered calling the whole thing off. She just wanted to be left alone, to forget the whole thing; but at the same time, his obscene words sent lewdly tingling tremors of unwanted excitement through her pussy. She wondered if the handsome older man was like the rest of them here at the party. What if he was? Here she was in a room completely alone with him! The wisest thing to do would be to get out of here now before she had the chance to find out what kind of man he really was. But suddenly, she felt Dave Buchanan's arms tighten around her shoulders and pull tightly toward his aroused body.
"Marilee, you didn't answer me. I'd think that you wouldn't want to make complaints against the editor of the New York Globe and his staff simply because your own husband is involved with one of his girl friends. There's a better way of getting even with your young husband, of paying him back for humiliating you this way. Besides, it's not as much trouble as getting involved with a scandal."
"What do you mean?" Marilee asked with concern. "I don't think I could ever get even with him for committing adultery. Nothing could ever even that score ... not for what he is doing right now." Her dejection was obvious from the slumped shoulders and the abject way her eyes were cast on the floor.
"Sure you can, honey, you can do the same thing he's done. You can give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, if the husband does it, why not the wife?" Dave whispered suggestively to the heartbroken young bride.
"Oh! No! I couldn't...." Marilee's shocked answer came out in a croak.
"Why not?" he responded quickly. "You can say you caught your husband licking Lisa's cunt. What do you think he's going to do next?"
"Please ... I don't want to hear it. I hate him ... but I can't do something like that," Marilee cringed.
"Well, honey, your marriage is ruined anyway. You don't want a husband that does perverted vulgar things, do you? So, what are you going to do? Give up without a fight?"
"I don't know ... I don't know ... oh, God!" she sobbed, and was so lost in her grief and bitterness that she didn't resist as the older man pulled her close to his chest and began patting her back comfortingly. A moment later, his hand dropped and began making smooth caressing motions from her shoulder blades to her hips. Marilee was lost in a sea of anguish, and made no effort to stop him as his hand dipped even lower and began a gentle stroking of her smoothly curved asscheeks.
What does it matter? she thought dully. I've always been a good girl, kept myself pure and moral and where does it get me? A husband that licks other women's pussies! Maybe that's the way it's done these days. No one gives a damn about tenderness and love anymore. Why shouldn't I let another man fuck me? I'll show that bastard husband of mine that I don't care. I'll get his goddamned career going for him, and then he can just go to hell! I'll let Perry Ellsworth fuck me ... that's obviously what he wants! Marilee sniffed and struggled out of the older man's grasp.
"You're right, you're absolutely right. That'll hurt him more than anything else I can do. I know who I can do it with too. I'm sorry I wasted your time, but I know exactly what to do now," Marilee said firmly and turned to go.
Dave Buchanan had been watching her face while she was quietly making her decision. Now he stood up alongside her. He wasn't about to let her go find some other cock when he had been the one who talked this luscious little piece into it.
But, before she could object, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began heatedly kissing her neck and shoulders before moving up to her ear. As he snuggled her in close to him he murmured, "Let's you and I show him ... let's teach that young man of yours a lesson. I'll be your friend, and I'll help you get back at him."
Marilee was startled at the words the man was saying, and for a moment she wanted to bolt and run, but then she thought ... why not ... Buchanan was as good as anyone, besides, he was famous. It would even be better this way, and the reporter was a nicer man than that crude bastard, Perry Ellsworth.
While the young bride was battling it out in her mind, Buchanan wasn't wasting any time. He cuddled her voluptuous young body in even closer; then, with his free hand under her chin, he lifted her troubled face up to his and kissed her wetly parted lips, salty from her tears. He kissed her harshly, his tongue forcing its way through the barrier of her lips and teeth before darting inside her soft warm mouth.
Momentarily frightened, Marilee tried to escape him by squirming her head aside and drawing it far back, but the older man's warmly eager lips followed her. She wanted to scream and run, but then she reminded herself that it had been her decision to do this horrible thing. Knowing it was too late and that she would have to go through with it, the young blonde gradually forced herself to accept his fevered kisses.
Almost at once, the fire that his lips and wetly probing tongue had ignited began to spread throughout her trembling young cunt, and she could feel the tender ache in her little pink nipples. Abruptly, it all became very exciting, the erotic sensation was pervading her whole love-starved body as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth, sending rippling thrills that cascaded down to collect in the pit of her belly.
Dave Buchanan felt the trembling young blonde gradually relaxing in his arms as she began returning his kisses. Encouraged, he slowly forced her back down to the velvet pad on the floor, not once removing his mouth from hers. She had begun to shyly play with his tongue now, meeting it, darting away, building up in an urgency that even he could feel in her suddenly quivering young body. Moving slowly, gently, so that he wouldn't frighten her, he dropped his hand to the warm flesh of her nylon-encased thigh.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Marilee gasped and stiffened, then tightly clamped her legs together as Dave ran his lewdly exploring hands up and under her flimsy skirt, caressing her smooth firm thighs and asscheeks. Immediately he was pressing her back full length on the foam rubber padding, and grinding his lust-inflamed body against her. The young blonde wife could feel the stone-like hardness beneath his pants rubbing ruthlessly against her thigh. With a shock, she abruptly realized that her pussy was sopping wet and she recognized immediately that something about this bizarre scene was exciting her sexually ... exciting her as much as Lisa Marks' perverted pussy-licking had done. Was it the drinks she had had, or was she actually responding to a man other than her husband? She knew the answer to that. She was aroused ... aroused to the point where she actually wanted this older man to fuck her ... bring her to the same peak of excitement as John had ... and then push her on to cum as Lisa Marks had. Oh please, she thought, help me become a woman, a real woman!
Dave Buchanan grinned lustfully down at her, sensing the torment of uncertainty she was experiencing and he was enjoying every minute of it.
"All right, let's get naked. We can't do much with our clothes on, can we?" he asked, still not completely sure of her.
Slowly the blonde stood up and reached for the zipper of her sexy dress. Get it over with as fast as possible Marilee Owens, and then get out. My life is finished anyway. The man I love has betrayed me, so why shouldn't I become an adulteress!
A shiver of wanton excitement shook her lushly ripened body as the word adulteress echoed through her mind. Then she was sliding the zipper down all the way and stepping out of her dress before she could change her mind. As she reached for the clasp on her bra, she glanced timidly toward the older man and gasped in shock and surprise. Dave Buchanan already was standing completely naked and was watching her with a hungry leer on his handsome face. He was practically drooling at the mouth as she reached to unfasten the hooks, his long hard cock standing menacingly out from his loins!
Marilee stood in transfixed horror as she realized what she was actually doing. Fear jolting her inexperienced young body, she panicked at the sight of his huge thick prick.
"No, no ... I can't ... no I can't...." she gasped as she reached for her dress. She had to get out of here fast ... that huge long thing would kill her!
Grabbing her dress from her hands, the enraged older man flung it to the floor and said angrily, "Get the rest of your clothes off, you little bitch. Take them off or I'll take them off for you. You need to be fucked by a man that knows how to handle a tight little cunt like you baby. So get ready!"
Desperately trying to cover her nakedness with widespread hands, Marilee cringed in abject fear, "No, no, I'm sorry! I can't go through with it. Let me go!"
"Bullshit, you bitch, you're really going to be sorry if you don't get the rest of those clothes off. I said I'm going to fuck you and I do mean FUCK!" the formidable older man shouted.
Marilee sobbed with mortification as, with trembling fingers, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Then her ripely quivering body sagged with defeat as she peeled her little white lace panties down over her whitely trembling asscheeks and thighs. They fell to the floor in a wilted heap, and with head hanging in surrender and tears streaming from her eyes, she stood completely naked and shaking helplessly. She was stiff with fright as he pulled her unyielding body toward him and began caressing her nakedly trembling titties with their tiny pinkish nipples. Slowly, the powerful older man forced her down onto the cushion and, with one knee, spread her legs apart, as he stared hungrily at her defenseless little pussy.
Marilee closed her eyes in deep shame, the tears flowing freely, knowing it was too late now. This man was going to fuck her, he was going to stick his thick cock up between her legs, was going to cum inside her, making her an adulteress, and there was nothing she could do about it. The helpless young bride's shame and humiliation was almost too much to bear. She made another futile attempt to fight against what was happening to her, pleading to the lust-inflamed reporter.
"Don't ... please don't ... I don't want to get even with my husband ... don't make me! Oh God! Don't touch me there, don't!"
"Too late, baby, you agreed to fuck me to get revenge, and you can't go back on your word now. I said I'm going to fuck you and fuck you good. As a matter-of-fact, before I'm through you'll be begging me. Now get those legs spread wide for Davey."
Marilee shuddered in fear and repulsion as the prize-winning reporter leaned forward and began wetly kissing her naked shoulder and licking his long snake-like tongue down, down across her soft white tittie to the now hardening little pink nipples.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" she gasped at the pain/pleasure as he licked and sucked until she wanted to scream. She didn't want to respond but, overriding her shame and fright, she could feel a delicious trembling in her cunt that was similar to what she had felt last night when John had fucked her.
Suddenly, Marilee felt a slight twitch up between her legs, and almost frantically she pressed them tightly together to try and stop the maddening sensations which were rippling outward from her sensually awakened pussy to engulf her entire body.
While his mouth stayed glued to her huge naked tit, Buchanan's hand moved down to her stomach and lingered caressingly for a moment, slowly moving lower and lower until his fingers touched the downy silk of her sparsely curling cunt hairs. The naked young bride was tingling all over, and the anticipation of what he was going to do was almost too much to bear! She closed her eyes for one long moment, trying to stop the rapidly mounting feeling of arousal that his questing hand was instilling in her.
The warmth of his gently caressing fingers seemed to be searing her skin, but when she moved slightly to the side, he only sucked more harshly on her now tender nipple. Then she felt his outstretched middle finger moving on her, moving downward between her legs as it traced the wet pink slit of her naked cunt.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Marilee squirmed and shivered with fear and then stiffened, her eyes wide in fright, as she felt his finger slipping into the opening between her wetly throbbing cuntlips. Another low groan escaped her as the older man insinuated his finger deeper and deeper inside her warmly moistened cunt. Now, she began to feel a strangely delicious agitation that for a moment almost made her forget all her embarrassment!
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooooh!" Marilee moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and rapidly growing sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her hot little cunt trembling as it sought to rise up and against his lewdly probing middle finger. She didn't want to respond, she didn't want it to happen with this near stranger! Oh God, if he must finger my naked pussy, then I hope I will become numb and not feel a thing except pain, which I deserve as my punishment!
Wiggling her naked young asscheeks down into the cushion, Marilee sought to escape the tantalizing finger and the hot mouth locked so hungrily on her huge tits. Her moan was changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted her aroused pussy, gently fucking into it several times, then parting the curling blonde cunt hairs to make sudden electrifying contact with the tiny pulsing bud of her erect clitty. She felt the warm moisture of excitement seeping from that throbbing center up between her legs, welling up from the unwanted and forbidden arousal that now filled her whole consciousness. She clenched her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure ... no! She would not succumb to the exciting feelings building within her, she just wouldn't. It was so wrong! So terribly wrong! She was a married woman now. And I was about to break my sacred vows to become an adulteress, she thought, or worse, she was doing it for revenge!
Marilee suddenly knew she couldn't let this lusting man do these things to her. What kind of simple-minded thinking had she been doing. She had to stop him even if he killed her!
Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.
"Ooooooh! Nooooooooo!" she snarled up at him. "Stop it ... stop!"
The sudden force of her lunge caught Buchanan by surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her or let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steel-fingered grasp; his weight pinning her nakedly squirming body beneath him.
"You little tramp!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, wedging them open, while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness of her nakedly cringing cunt. "You fucking cunt, I told you I'm going to fuck you, now you're going to get fucked honey, before I'm through you'll be climbing the wall wanting it ... begging me to do it! So relax and cooperate!"
Marilee knew the insane expression of lust stamped on his face, and, terrified, fell back cowering, the horror of her helplessness sinking into her frantic mind. She was trapped! She could only lie there and allow this horrible man to do this to her ... let his hands roam at will over her nakedly defenseless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased; then, when he was ready, he would fuck her, squirting his nasty cum far up into her naked little pussy! There was nothing she could do now to stop him, she had asked for it, and whatever happened to her was her own fault. Oh yes, she was to blame, and she should be punished. A sudden masochistic thrill rippled through her cunt at the thought, and she shivered uncontrollably.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... your cunt's starting to feel good, isn't it, honey?" he asked, digging his finger deeper into her moistly seeping pussy.
Buchanan's voice hit Marilee's ears with a jolt as he blew his excited breath against the naked flesh of her titties. Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, she couldn't answer him for the words caught in her fear-constricted throat. The sensual shock of his finger massaging her hotly tingling clit was causing her to squirm her naked asscheeks down into the cushion to escape the surge after surge of wanton thrills that coursed upward from her soft, vibrating pussy.
"Ooooohhhhh! Oooohhh!" she whimpered involuntarily as he continued his skillful manipulation of her clitty until her naked young ass began to grind upward.
Dave Buchanan moved his muscular body up over the blonde's, freeing her wrist from his strong grasp and bringing his head slowly down, pausing to nibble again at her hugely trembling titties, then slithering his tongue over the plane of her belly and on down until his face was over the sparsely curling pussyhairs.
"Ooooooohhh ... Jeeezz!" he growled hungrily, as he lowered his face into her wetly glistening cunt, and darted his tongue down through the narrow pink slit between her pussylips.
Marilee's stomach muscles spasmed as the lewd sensations arched like electricity through her wantonly writhing body.
"No ... oh God! You mustn't do that to me, don't lick my pussy...." Marilee whimpered, trying to pull his head away from her nakedly spread cunt.
But Buchanan ignored his pleas and continued to ravage her trembling young cunt with his mouth. "I'll do whatever I want," he mumbled into the warm softness of her cunt. His breath rasped in his throat as he tasted the nectar of her almost virginal pussylips and smelled the heady perfume of her arousal.
The terrified young bride could feel his hands as they left her tittie and moved down over her sensuously curved hips, then back up the insides of her thighs, spreading them farther apart to completely expose her naked cunt to him. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt his lips and tongue slide snake-like into her defenselessly quivering pussy.
"Oh my husband hasn't even licked my pussy," she moaned, her voice hoarse with the inexorably rising tide of passion enveloping her. Instinctively, her shamelessly aroused pussy began to respond and her ass ground down into the cushion in an effort to escape the hotly teasing tongue licking against her naked cunt.
Shame welled up in Marilee for herself and for the depraved reporter who was using his tongue on her and forcing her captive body to respond as he furiously tongue-fucked her pussy!
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... my God! Oooohhhhhhhh ... no! Ooooohhhh!" she whimpered and her naked asscheeks lifted of their own volition up and around against his wetly probing tongue.
As the whimpering young bride opened her lust-glazed eyes, she saw Dave Buchanan staring up at her over the fuzzy gold pussy hairs, while his mouth and tongue labored at the widespread slit of her cunt with wet, obscene sucking sounds. She knew then that he was waiting for her final surrender. But couldn't! Ooooooohhhh ... but it felt so good! What was happening to her.
She couldn't even think straight. Her pussy felt so good ... his tongue was driving her crazy, just like when Lisa had licked her pussy!