Chapter 8
Things had gone very well for Steve. When he'd presented himself at Pam Henderson's front door, she'd given him a long calculating look before finally inviting him inside.
"Kind of thought it was about time we got to know our neighbors better," the stocky salesman said affably. "Particularly now, since my wife and your husband have their car pool going." But secretly he was thinking, I know a horny broad when I see one, and this broad is HORNY!
Steve's eyes flicked appreciatively over Pam. She was a tall, slender, elegantly built blonde, with a tight round ass that made the body-hugging modish pants she was wearing the focus of his attention. How I'd love to get in that ass, Steve thought excitedly. Hell . . . I KNOW I'm going to get in that ass!
There was a short silence while Pam and Steve sized each other up. "Care for a drink?" she finally asked, signifying that Steve had been made a little more welcome. While she mixed them each one, Steve plotted furiously, trying to decide how best to approach his beautiful companion. Despite what he diagnosed as her horniness, there was a cool aloofness about Pam that the brash Steve didn't quite know how to breach. She really controls herself, Steve thought. Not too hard to understand, knowing who she's married to.
The first thing was to get physically close to her. Pam was sitting on the couch and Steve was ensconced in a chair facing her. "You have pretty hands," he said, his first directly personal remark to the girl.
"Thanks," she said, obviously a little pleased.
"Let me take a look," Steve said, getting up from his chair before she could answer. "My grandmother used to tell fortunes. She was supposed to be part gypsy." And he seated himself next to Pam on the couch, on her left, reaching across her body to take her right hand firmly in his. He'd used the 'gypsy grandmother' ploy many times, although he wasn't aware of the slightest amount of gypsy blood in his family. But most people love to have their palms read, hoping that their hands will contain something unusual, flattering.
"Well, lets see. ..." Steve murmured, pleased with the soft smooth feel of his intended prey's hand. "Say, that's quite a lifeline ... you should live a long, healthy life." That for reassurance. "Now, this is your head line, the line that controls your mind. From all indication you're an intelligent person with . . ." he screwed up his face a little as if concentrating, "with a strong love of the arts." That was a fairly safe bit because of the numerous drawings and little wall hangings Steve had noticed in the living room.
"But what's this?" he continued, looking concerned. "See this break in the line here? Indicates a time of great emotional upset. . . say, when you were about eighteen or twenty!"
Pam nodded eagerly, the memory of past pains flashing over her face for a moment, very impressed with Steve, little realizing that he'd made a shrewd guess, gambling on his observations that most American girls have a rough emotional time at about that age.
"Go on!" Pam said eagerly.
"Now this is your heart line," Steve went on. "Hmmmmm, I'd say from this that you build strong attachments to members of the opposite sex. And this little curve above it, joining these two fingers indicates that you have a very passionate, sensual nature . . . particularly in. . . ." Steve paused delicately, "matters of the flesh!" Was that an answering gleam he saw in Pam's eyes?
"Unfortunately," he went on, "it looks like you have undergone a great deal of frustration in this very natural tendency toward physical expression. . . . That for a long time you haven't had the right outlets, and that you've had to bottle up. .. ."
Pam had become so engrossed in what Steve was saying, that she hadn't noticed that his arm, which was reaching part way across her body had for the last few minutes been repeatedly grazing over the tips of her breasts. Even if she had noticed, Steve had been clever enough to make it look as if the fleeting contacts had been accidental. Nevertheless, the already spell-bound Pam had slowly been becoming aware of a growing sexual excitation in her tightly controlled body. Steve hadn't read her wrong-the young housewife did have a genuinely passionate nature, and her marriage to the nervous, timid Joe had left her quivering under a burden of sexual frustration.
Pam suddenly became acutely aware that she was sitting very close to a young, virile man- that her hand was in his and one of his arms had settled firmly against her suddenly awakening breasts. And most startling of all, his other hand was now tracing small meaningless patterns over the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs!
Steve, ever the master salesman, spotted the look of mingled fear and passion in Pam's eyes and made his move at precisely the right psychological moment. Another few seconds, and Pam's normal sang-froid would have taken over, and that would have been the end of his plans for seduction. Without warning, he swept the young blonde into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She stiffened for an instant, then melted against him, her lips parting to admit his questing tongue.
"Mmmmnnnnnnnn," they both moaned into one another's mouths, and Steve lost no time in expertly running his hands over Pam's firm, uptilted breasts. Little shivers of excitement rippled over the girl's rapidly heating body, and Steve was sure he was home free. Even when his hand slipped lower, Pam obligingly opened her thighs so that he was able to slowly and seductively rub her pussy through the material of her pants. She squirmed and panted, her legs closing hungrily on his hand.
But when Steve tried to unzip the girl's tight pants and insinuate his hand down inside against her naked flesh so he could search out her seething pussy, the girl began to fight back.
"No!" she cried. "That's going too far!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Steve asked, genuinely surprised. "You can't tell me you don't want it as much as I do!"
"Yes . . . yes ... I want it! God knows, I want it!" she moaned. "But I just can't! I'm a married woman! I'd never forgive myself if I betrayed my husband!"
And no matter how hard Steve tried, she wouldn't let him get an inch closer to her tantalizing pussy. This maddened the usually successful seducer, because he could feel the heat of Pam's need radiating from her sexually hungry body. He decided to play his trump card.
"So," he said thoughtfully. "You'd like to make love, but you just can't stand the thought of betraying your doting, faithful husband . . . even though he obviously doesn't take care of your very real sexual needs?"
"Yes ... I know ... it sounds stupid, but I love the poor dumb guy!" Pam said, and her feelings began to explode out of her. "For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me-that I was some kind of raving sex maniac. But a lot of the things I've read and heard about since then got me over that. I've probably got no more than a normal sex drive, but poor Joe. . . . Christ! It's all just too much for him! He's told me a little about those miserable Bible-quoting, hate-filled parents of his, and it's easy to see what they did to his mind. He's so up-tight about sex that he actually apologizes when he wants to make love to me -he is human, you know-he wants sex just as much as any of us."
"But when he makes love to you, it's no good?" Steve broke in.
"Like a rabbit!" Pam burst out, the first edge of bitterness coming into her voice. "Wham, bam, and I'm sorry ma'm, as if he wanted to get the whole sordid thing over with before it polluted both our spiritually pure bodies!"
Which made sense to Steve after having watched Joe's frenetic fucking of Ellen. If Ellen didn't cum so easy. ... he found himself thinking. "Well, then," he said, "why don't you do both yourself and Joe a favor and get some sex on the side. It'll take some of the strain off both of you if you aren't running around half out of your mind with horniness all the time."
"I've thought of it," Pam said. "I've thought of it a hundred times, but I finally had to face up to the fact that it would be betraying my husband. He tries ... he really tries. I just couldn't do such a thing to him. It'd be the worst kind of betrayal," she declaimed firmly, managing to look slightly noble.
"And what if he were just making a sucker out of you ?" Steve asked slyly. "Playing around on the side while you stayed home, faithful, jittering your nerves away?"
"Joe would never do anything like that!" Pam said positively. For an answer, a poker-faced Steve drew the sheaf of Polaroid photographs from his pocket and presented them to Pam.
"The woman in the pictures is my wife," he said. "You'll probably recognize the man."
Pam sensed what the pictures were even before she looked at them, but she bravely went ahead and thumbed through the whole stack, one by one. For a few seconds afterwards, the betrayed young wife sat staring stonily into space, the pictures slipping unnoticed from her fingers.
"The BASTARD!" she finally cried, "the lousy, two-faced bastard!"
"See? There goes your last excuse," Steve said cheerily. "Now how about getting a few licks in from your side?"
Pam turned calculating eyes on her stocky neighbor. "I don't think I like you," she said coolly. "I can just see you setting this whole thing up. But you're right. . . . It's time to get a few licks in on my side before I lose the nerve!"
Pam looked steadily at Steve. "Let's fuck!" she said flatly, already beginning to unbutton her blouse. Steve was willing, even if he was a little nervous by Pam's cold, matter of fact manner of approaching the whole thing. But his uneasiness changed to enthusiasm when he finally saw the girl's naked body. Christ! he thought in awe, staring at her long graceful legs and firm, pink-nippled breasts. Pam's coloring was superb-creamy ivory skin highlighted with pink, sky-blue eyes and honey gold hair sweeping down over her shoulders and half-hiding her pert breasts, rich ruby lips, and the silkiest blonde pussy hair he'd ever seen.
"Well . . . how do you want to start?" he asked. "It looks like you're in charge."
"Anything!" she burst out. "Anything but missionary style! All Joe ever does is lay me on my back, pick up the hem of my nightgown, and pump his nuts off between my legs!"
"Okay," Steve said amiably, taking off the last of his clothes. He ambled over to a thick rug in front of the fireplace and lay down on his back, massaging his cock with one hand so that it stood up straight and stiff above his hairy belly. "You just go ahead and settle down on my little friend here, and you can fuck yourself any way you want."
"Oh God!" Pam murmured. "Oh God . . .
I've wanted to do that so long! If only he'd...."
Without wasting another word, Pam moved quickly over to Steve and straddled his recumbent form, so that he had a highly stimulating view of the increasingly excited girl's slightly gaping pink pussy slit. It's practically dripping! he thought admiringly. God, this broad really gets it on fast! "You sure you don't want a few preliminaries?" he asked. "Like maybe having your cunt eaten a little?"
"No!" she panted. "I want a hard cock up in me, making me cum! Can you last a long time?"
"Hours!" Steve bragged, and a moment later saw the beautiful Pam lowering her tightly curving loins down toward his waiting cock.
"Oooohhhhhh, fuck .... shit ..... piss!" Pam moaned as her pussy lips made their first electric contact with Steve's pulsing cock. "Talk to me dirty. . . . Make me feel like a slut!"
This babe's got a lot of things to work off! he marveled, but was happy to go along, if it would get that lovely body of hers settled down on his. "Okay, cunt," he growled. "Ram your snatch down on my cock and we'll fuck each other's ears off. . . . Come on . . . move! Slip my pecker into that juicy hole of yours!"
Pam moaned under the lewd stimulation of Steve's obscene words, at the same time guiding the tip of his immensely swollen organ up into her cunt with her cool little fingers. Then it was Steve's turn to groan as her voraciously hungry, long-denied cunt swallowed up his throbbing rod. What a tight pussy! he marveled as the girl's warm inner wetness encased his quivering penis. Gotta watch I don't cum too soon!
As soon as she felt a cock in her, Pam went mad, knowing the lewd man beneath her would encourage her in any kind of wild behavior. All the girl's carefully reigned in inhibitions burst loose as she began to frantically slam her cunt up on and down on the excitingly hard shaft of Steve's big cock, moaning obscenities as she flailed above him. "Oooohhhh, God . . . God . . . God!" she wailed, "I can fuck as long as I want!"
Suddenly both Steve and Pam stiffened as a terrible bellow of rage rang out. "PAM . . . FOR GOD'S SAKE . . . WHAT THE HELL . . . ?"
Pam spun around, Steve's cock still stuffed up inside her dripping cunt, and was horrified to see her husband, Joe, standing just inside the door, his mouth now working soundlessly as he stared at the unbelievable scene of his beautiful pure young wife, crouched naked over a nude man's humping loins. Pam's first impulse was to leap up from the shameful act in which she'd been caught and run from the room. But her terrified features hardened as she saw someone else come into the room behind Joe, a woman in a robe-Ellen. So he brought his whore with him! she thought savagely, recognizing the red-haired Ellen as the woman in the Polaroid snapshots. Then why is he acting so shocked at what I'm doing? A bitter stubbornness swept over the usually obedient young wife.
"You go to hell, Joe Henderson!" she screamed, before he could even open his mouth again. "I've put up with your Goddamned prissiness as long as I can stand! This is the first good fuck I've had since I met you, and I'm going to keep right on fucking until I've cum!" And turning her attentions back to the dumbfounded Steve, the lovely young blonde once again began to slide her cuntal channel furiously up and down his rock-hard shaft.
Behind her, Joe Henderson was too stunned to move. As he thought of his wife's bitter words and watched her madly humping over the hairy loins of a stranger, great cracks began to appear in the firmament of his mental world. Continents sank and new mountain ranges appeared. The seas of his mind boiled. For years he had made his lovely and seemingly pure young wife the repository of his stunted, fear-laden view of life. She had become the center of a cult of sexual and emotional repression to him, not because she wanted it that way but because his own early traumas had made it inevitable that he could relate to another human being in no other way. And now the whole false edifice came tumbling down, leaving him with nothing but himself, and to Joe's surprise, his most noticeable feeling was relief! He had, in a sense, put all of his hang-ups in one basket, and that basket had suddenly burst. He wasn't yet the man he should have been-that would take time-but he was also no longer the neurotic, life-denying robot he used to be.
Why don't I stop them? Joe asked himself curiously as he watched Steve and Pam fucking, which was exactly what every one else in the room was wondering too. God, what they're doing looks so ... so. . . . He wanted say disgusting which was his old way of looking at things, but now the thought came out sexy! And the staring young husband felt a slow heat building up in his loins. He became aware of Ellen standing nervously near him, and he thought, I was fucking this woman just a little while ago! The memory excited him.
Then Joe looked again at his wife, amazed by the totally abandoned way she was giving herself to Steve. Is that Pam? he asked himself incredulously, remembering the strained way she reacted to his rigid lovemaking. Look at her go! Why ... why, that's . .. fantastic! And suddenly all the years of suppressed sexual desires surfaced in Joe's mind as a burning need to make love to his wife in the most depraved way he could imagine. Furiously he began to tear off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Ellen asked next to him, but he paid her no attention. For a fleeting instant he had the thought of performing his crude act on her, but it was his wife he really wanted.
Pam had heard Ellen's brief exclamation behind her, and wondered tensely what her husband's final reaction to her shameless rejection of him would be, but she stubbornly continued fucking her body down onto Steve's, determined that she wasn't going to give up one inch of her new-found independence. But she nevertheless jerked in alarm when she felt naked flesh press itself hotly against her backside.
"Joe!" she exclaimed, turning to see her naked husband right behind her. "What are you doing?"
"You don't seem to like the way I've been making love to you," he said, malice in his voice. "You seem to think I've been too . . . conservative. Maybe I have, but now I'm going to make up for it."
"What do you mean?" Pam asked, more frightened by her husband's set determined expression than she had been by his earlier rage.
"I mean I'm going to fuck you in the ass, baby," he growled. "Now get up off that fat hairy bastard and get ready for a hard ride!"
Pam was too stunned to reply for a minute. Did I hear him right? she wondered in amazement. Old, straight-laced Joe? And then a wave of hot lust swept over her as she sensed the lewd possibilities in what he had proposed. "No," she panted, her body suddenly on fire. "I'm not taking Steve's wonderful cock out of my cunt. If you want to fuck me in the ass, you'll have to do it right here and now! With Steve still in me!"
Nobody could have been more surprised than Steve by Pam's incredible suggestion. He had been nervously keeping an eye on Joe, his respect for jealous husbands having been reinforced by several nasty incidents in the past. But when his mind finally drew a picture of what Pam was proposing, his own body responded hotly.
"It's okay by me," he panted, which left the matter up to Joe. After a moments somber thought, the transformed husband decided to make the best of the situation, slowly kindling as he realized the very depravity of what his amazing young wife had proposed.
"You asked for it, cunt!" he growled, savoring the feel of the lewd word in his mouth. His cock jerked to full erection as, for the first time, he thought of his pristine wife as a gaping, needing hole, ready for his swollen cock. Joe wasted no more time. Crowding in close to Pam's well-rounded ass, he positioned the blunt head of his cock against the tight brown pucker of her asshole, parting her richly curved ass-cheeks with his hands so that he had a clear shot at his impossibly small target. The panting Joe still had enough sense to realize that it was going to be hard to worm his heavy shaft up inside those unused anal depths, and quickly reached down to his wife's gushing cunt, wetting his fingers in her copious fluids so that he would have some lubricants to smear over the tip of his cock. He shuddered as he felt Steve's cock racing in and out of the vagina that up until now had been his sole property. To keep from being jealous, he replaced the jealousy with anger, and gritting his teeth, suddenly rammed his moistened cock all the way up into his wife's tight little asshole, not caring very much if he hurt her, but not expecting the reaction he got.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!" Pam shrieked, as she felt her bowels invaded by her husband's red-hot probe. She thought she was going to faint from the unexpected agony. It felt as if her ass had been split wide open!
"Did ... Did it hurt that much?" Joe asked weakening.
"Don't. .. Don't you worry about that," Pam gritted out, fighting the pain. Now that her husband had got this far, her greatest fear was that he would back down. She wanted to be used! She wanted to be hurt. She wanted to make up for the years of sexual nothingness in one great orgy of pain and ecstasy. "For God's sake, fuck me!" she snarled. "Don't you know what to do with that Goddamned thing between your legs?"
Stung by his wife's harsh words, Joe sprang into action, beginning to ram his long thin cock in and out of his wife's gradually widening asshole in long smooth strokes, while from below he could feel Steve pumping his own swollen organ rhythmically up into her well-filled cunt. A great feeling of power swept over the humping man as he pounded his phallus into the moaning woman kneeling in subjugation before him. And at the same time he felt a great burst of brotherhood toward Steve. They were men, doing to a woman what men had always done to women-forcing cries of pain mingled with delight from their tender bodies with the powerful weapons they carried ready between their legs!
Pam too, felt this new sense of wild strength in her husband, and panting, trapped between the two rutting men, felt used as she had never been used before. I love it! she screamed to herself over and over again, slowly beginning to think of herself as the meat in a sandwich of lust. She felt a powerful orgasm building up in her loins, one far different than the panting releases she had been able to wring from her own reluctant body on those few occasions she had permitted herself to masturbate.
"Oh God!" she shrieked, her face glowing with sexual joy. "Fuck your big beautiful cocks into me. . . . Both of you!"
Across the room, Ellen found herself staring mesmerized at a humping, sweating, swaying tangle of flesh such as she had never before even imagined. Why isn't that me? she cried silently, envying Pam the attentions of the two powerfully fucking men. Never one to be left out, the irrepressible redhead quickly shed her robe and negligee, and stark naked, walked over to the obscene trio writhing together on the rug. Stepping over Pam's laboring back, she straddled the young blonde, pushing her red-furred pussy only inches away from Joe's surprised face.
"For God's sake, eat my cunt," she begged, arching her back and reaching down to lewdly part her full-fleshed pussy lips, presenting the fever-pink inner depths to Joe's stupefied gaze. Joe hesitated a moment. Earlier in the day, such a disgusting act as Ellen proposed would have sickened him. But the fact that he had his swollen cock up his wife's wide-stretched rectum while another man fucked into her pussy from below had considerably widened his horizons. With a hungry moan, Joe leaned forward and sucked Ellen's tender cunt-flesh deep into his mouth. "Uuuunnnnnhhhh," Ellen gasped out, and reaching forward, seized Joe by the hair, pulling his slavering lips tight against her spasming cunt.
The four participants in that lewd pyramid of lusting flesh swayed together for several more minutes. Ellen was the first to go. Already turned on by Joe's earlier fuck, her pussy flamed into another orgasm from his powerful sucking of her wildly excited clitoris. For the first time in his life, Joe tasted the rich heady flavors of a woman's orgasmic fluids, mingled with the cum he had pumped into her less than an hour ago. He sucked and sucked, until the exhausted Ellen toppled weakly away, lying panting on the rug next to the remaining trio.
Steve was the next to go. All at once he had become sharply aware that he could feel Joe's cock alongside his up inside Pam's nakedly writhing body, separated only by a thin membrane. The obscene realization was too much for him, and he felt his swollen balls spew up their hot load. With a choked cry, he dug his fingers painfully into Pam's soft asscheeks, pulling her tight cunt as far down as it would go over his jerking cock and proceeded to pump his hot load up into her womb.
Which touched off Pam. Driven almost beyond the point of sexual endurance, the double-fucked young blonde felt her inner depths explode in a hot flash of long-delayed orgasmic release. Twisting and jerking, she writhed wildly between the two men, slamming her loins back hard so that she could fill her twice-impaled body with their hot male hardness. And as she struggled, the sphincter muscles of her rectum clamped rhythmically, powerfully around her husband's tightly trapped member, drawing the boiling sperm up from his drum-tight testicles.
"JEEZUS CHRIST!" he roared for the first time in Pam's memory breaking his rule of carefully controlled orgasmic silence. She thrilled to his hoarse bellows as he emptied his nuts up into her bowels in a hot stream that seemed to be drilling a hole through into her shuddering belly. And behind her, Joe panted out the last of a lifetime of frustrations, reborn again as he stared down to where his painfully swollen cock was pumping its load up into the tight little hole he'd never before even dared think about. He felt an immense sense of liberation.
Exhausted, Joe fell forward, nearly suffocating the trapped Pam. "Please," she begged weekly, and managed to wiggle out from between the two men's heavy bodies, wincing regretfully as she felt their softening cocks slither wetly from her nether openings, coming to rest next to the still panting Ellen.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," Pam repeated over and over again when she had got enough of her breath back to talk. She doubted that Steve and Ellen had acted out of altruism, but was grateful just the same, suspecting that their intervention had, at the very least, brought her and Joe's marital problems to a head.
"Yes ... I want to thank somebody," Joe said humbly. "I guess I've been acting like an asshole for years."
"Hey, you all really liked that?" Steve said. "I thought it was a gas, myself. Say, I got an idea," he said enthusiastically, his promoter's instincts coming to the fore. "We should all live together. . . . Set up some kind of a sex commune. You know, where everybody makes it with everybody else. I'll bet it would grow like wildflower. What do you think, Ellen? I bet we could get Peggy to join it. She's one hot little bitch! And. . . ."
"For God's sake, shut up and let me suck your cock, or something," Ellen said lovingly as she moved next to her excited husband. "Can't you see you're disturbing something?"
Surprised, Steve followed his wife's gaze, and saw that Joe and Pam were pressed together in a long, passionate embrace. With great interest he watched Joe's groping finger slither up Pam's cum-slippery cunt.
"Well, would you look at that," he said with a smile. "That boy's going to turn out to be a real lover after all."