Chapter 3
Jimmy O'Brien was waiting for Lainie the next day when she came back from visiting Carl. The tall, muscular man lounged arrogantly in the doorway of her apartment, a self-assured smile on his handsome face.
"Hi, Lainie," he said, holding out his hand to her. "I've been waiting for you."
The dejected young wife nodded, pulling back her hand after a few moments caressing by Jimmy's strong fingers. She had never liked Jimmy O'Brien, although she really had no reason to dislike him. But there was something crude about the man, something that made her shiver uncomfortably when he stared at her with his insinuating eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked, holding her door key in her hand, not wanting to have to invite him inside the small apartment.
"Hey, is that any way to treat a friend?" he asked in reply, grinning again. "I want to know how Carl is, that's all. All the guys are concerned about him. Hey, can't we go inside and talk?"
She shrugged her shoulders and unlocked the door. What the hell, she thought to herself, at least Hank Groggins can't bother me again while Jimmy is here.
They went inside and Jimmy immediately closed the door behind them. He was dressed in the uniform he wore at work, a pair of grey trousers and matching shirt, with the colorful insignia of the oil company he leased the station from embroidered on the shirt pocket above his name. At six-feet three, the twenty-nine-year-old man towered above Lainie and made her feel tiny. And there was no denying that most women found Jimmy extremely attractive, with flashing white teeth, dark masses of curly hair, and an easy-going manner that she, herself, found insolent.
"You got anything to drink?" he asked, eyeing the empty half-gallon jug of wine on the coffee table, and the two empty glasses she had neglected to take into the kitchen last night.
"No," she replied, shaking her head impatiently. "Look, Jimmy, I'm very busy. What exactly did you want to know about Carl?"
"Oh, you know, how he is ... when he's getting out ... that sort of thing?" Jimmy said slowly, an expression of concern on his face. "And what we can do to help you," he added quickly.
"Help me?" she asked sarcastically. "Haven't you and that bunch of 'friends' down at the Four Aces done enough already? If all of you had just let Carl alone ... hadn't encouraged him to spend what little money we had and all of this time down there drinking with you, none of this would have happened!"
"Carl's a grown man," Jimmy O'Brien said with that same smirking expression on his face. "He knew what he was doing. Besides, you can't blame me. I was going to put him to work at the gas station today."
Suddenly the unhappy young wife felt old and defeated. Bitter tears sprang up to her eyes and flooded down over her cheeks as her shoulders began to quiver and tremble. If Carl had only not raced out of the house and gotten drunk that night, he would be working today. And, even more importantly, Lainie wouldn't have been raped last night by the lecherous apartment manager. It all seemed so terribly unfair. Now she was alone and helpless, without a job, with no way to fight off Hank Groggins or to save what was left of her morality and decency.
"Hey, honey, don't cry," Jimmy O'Brien said soothingly, gathering up the near-hysterical young wife in his arms and patting her back as he fought to calm her. "Come on, Lainie, it isn't as bad as that. We'll figure out a way to get Carl out of jail and back to work, you'll see."
"And can you figure out some way to blot out what happened last night?" she asked sarcastically, pushing him away. It was the hardest thing she had done in months. At that moment she desperately needed a strong man's arms around her, comforting her, telling her that everything was going to be all right.
He looked at her with a puzzled frown on his handsome face. "What did happen last night?" he asked.
Lainie hadn't intended to tell anyone of her shame and degradation, especially not Jimmy O'Brien. But suddenly the words just tumbled out, her voice rising as she recounted the way Hank Groggins had come to her door and threatened to go to the prosecutor with the bad check Carl had written for the rent. Then how the ugly, middle-aged man had forced the wine on her and then pawed her naked flesh with his disgusting hands. She held back nothing - not the way Hank had ripped her nightgown off, not the horrible degradation of his savage cock ripping into her bruised and aching pussy! When she was finished with the sorry, lurid story, Jimmy O'Brien looked at her with an expression of rage on his face.
"The dirty son-of-a-bitch!" he exploded. "Did he give you back the check?
"N-n-no," Lainie stammered, suddenly frightened at what Jimmy O'Brien might do to Hank Groggins.
"You just wait here, honey," Jimmy said coldly, clenching and unclenching his fists. "I'll take care of everything!"
"Please, I don't want any more trouble," she pleaded, trying to grab his arm and hold him in the apartment until he cooled off. The last thing she needed now was more problems.
"Don't worry, I'll fix things," he repeated, shaking off her hand. He went toward the door, turning at the last minute to smile crookedly at her. "Carl took care of me in Vietnam, Lainie ... plenty of times! It's the least I can do for him now."
"Oh God, what have I done?" the terrified young wife said aloud as she watched him go out the door and slam it behind him. She knew from her husband's stories about Jimmy O'Brien that the handsome gas station owner had an uncontrollable temper, that he was capable of killing when aroused. There was no sympathy in her for Hank Groggins - he surely deserved some awful retribution for what he had done to her. But she was fearful that Jimmy would only exacerbate an already dangerous situation for Carl by confronting the lecherous rapist.
She was still standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands when Jimmy came back fifteen minutes later. He was smiling triumphantly, holding out two slips of paper to her.
"W-w-what happened?" she whispered, dreading the answer.
"Nothing very much," Jimmy grinned. "Mr. Groggins returned the bad check with his apologies. He said it was all a terrible mistake. He also gave me this for you. It's a receipt for two months rent! Starting last Wednesday!"
"You didn't hurt him, did you?"
"Oh, I punched him a couple of times," Jimmy replied, rubbing his scraped knuckles. "But, don't worry, he's never going to bother you again. And some dark night the rotten motherfucker is going to get his lumps, I promise you that! Now how about that drink?"
"We don't have anything," Lainie said helplessly, a great burden suddenly lifted off her shoulders. If Jimmy O'Brien said that everything was all right, it was, and Hank Groggins could take his chances with the vengeful man. He deserved whatever he got.
"Come on, then, let's go out and get something to eat and a drink," Jimmy said. "I want to hear all about Carl. We'll figure something out, baby, you'll see!"
Jimmy chose a tavern other than the Four Aces. He ordered a large lunch and drinks for both of them, and then went to telephone the gas station and tell them he wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
He was bubbling over with enthusiasm now, telling the depressed young wife that he needed a part-time bookkeeper cashier at the service station and that the job was hers if she wanted it. Lainie protested that she knew nothing about accounting, but Jimmy waved aside her objections, telling her that he would teach her everything she needed to know. He was on his fifth beer now, and his speech was starting to get a little slurred.
By the time the lunch crowd had gone back to work, Lainie was feeling more than a little tipsy from the excitement of the morning, and from the four gin and tonics she had drunk. It seemed strange to her that she could be sitting in this little side street bar and feeling no pain after everything that had happened to her. She had always hated places like this, refusing to join Carl when he wanted to spend the evenings drinking and bullshitting with friends in similar bars.
Now it seemed perfectly natural that she and Jimmy should be here, talking suddenly like old friends, making plans for her new job and trying to figure out some way to raise the five hundred for Carl's bail. She wondered how she could have been so wrong about Jimmy. He was easygoing and charming, making her laugh when she felt down in the dumps, relieving her of all of her worries, making her feel like a whole person again.
One of the drunks at the bar put money into the jukebox and a twangy hillbilly song filled the tavern. Suddenly Jimmy smiled drunkenly and finished his drink.
"Let's dance, huh?"
"No, I don't really feel like it, Jimmy," Lainie answered, wondering what time it was. "I should be getting home in case ..." Her voice trailed off. She had been about to say in case Carl got home early. But he wasn't coming home tonight, she realized bitterly. He wasn't coming home for a long time. She wanted to cry again.
Jimmy stood up and put his strong hand on her shoulder. The beautiful young wife stiffened and tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into her flesh and held her, not brutally or painfully, just tightly enough to make it difficult for her to refuse him. Reluctantly she took a last sip of her drink, then rose and let him lead her to the small space at the back of the tavern where the dance floor was. He gave a slight, mocking bow and took her into his arms, beginning pull her around the floor to the shuffling rhythm of the hillbilly song.
At first Lainie tried to hold her body back, but his hands were pulling her closer to him, and resistance seemed too much trouble. After all, she thought through her alcoholic haze, this was all innocent enough, even if the close contact of their bodies was somewhat erotic. After a moment she completely surrendered, letting him squeeze her tightly, mashing her tender breasts, his thighs brushing against hers. Through his trousers she could sense the stirring hardness of his prick, like a snake uncoiling as it inched its way upward along her stomach, swelling until it was an enormous hard pole. She tried to move away again, but he still held her tightly in his grasp, refusing to let go of her.
They danced in silence, her mind reeling with horrible memories of Hank Groggins and what he had done to her lush young body. She wondered if every man in the world had only one thing in mind - to get into the damp, sticky slit between her legs? First it had been Carl. His lovemaking was brutal and without tenderness. Then it had been Hank Groggins, a lecherous old man who had given her only pain and mental anguish. Somehow, in her drunken state, she wanted Jimmy O'Brien to be different: She wanted him to respect her as a woman; a feeling, sensitive female who had needs of her own. Thus far today he had shown her how strong and masterful he could be with Hank Groggins - had, in fact, saved her from further torture at the hands of that ugly, middle-aged rapist.
She gasped silently when she felt Jimmy's hand inching down her back, brushing lightly over the soft swell of her inviting buttocks, kneading them sensuously.
"No, Jimmy, please, don't ..." she murmured, feeling a strange warmth stirring in her loins, a totally new sensation for her.
"I'm just trying to be friendly," he whispered, patting her on the buttock with his hand, then letting it come to rest even lower where the cleft began down into her trembling thighs. "I wouldn't hurt you, Lainie, he said in a softly sensuous voice that sent shivers up and down her spine. "You believe me, don't you?"
Lainie didn't know what to believe. The song had stopped now, but he still held her close to his hard male body, running his hand lightly along her spine, causing funny little chills to flow through her body. It felt incredibly good to know that Jimmy could take care of everything, but there was a lingering doubt in her mind about his motives. Probably he was just like the rest, wanting to seduce her, wanting to shove his hard, disgusting cock far up inside her aching pussy and flood her cunt with his sticky male sperm.
The alcohol had dulled her senses, and she tried to clear her mind. But the warmth of his body, his strength, his hands around her, all combined to make her more confused than ever.
"I think it's time we split out of here," Jimmy said suddenly, to Lainie's intense relief. "Come on, let's get some fresh air."
Lainie followed along behind him, stopping for a moment in their booth to retrieve her purse and sweater. It seemed to her that her legs were behaving strangely as she walked across the dimly lighted tavern, and she clutched at Jimmy's arm for support. She made no protest when he slipped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her against his hip, laughing brightly as they went out into the bright sunshine and climbed into his convertible. Lainie could see that her short skirt was hiked up around her creamy thighs, but she didn't pull it down, even though she could feel his hungry eyes devouring the luscious flesh. The warm air felt fresh and exhilarating to her and she leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes happily.
"Just relax, honey," Jimmy whispered, starting up the car. "I'll have you home in a jiffy!"
Her mind drifted aimlessly as they drove quickly along the uncrowded street. And only the lightness in her head and the full sensation in her stomach told her that she had drunk too much. Lainie usually didn't drink at all. Now. in the past twenty-four hours she had consumed two full glasses of wine with Hank Groggins, then five or six - she couldn't really remember - gin and tonics in the tavern with Jimmy O'Brien.
She opened her eyes lazily when the car finally came to a stop. Then they widened as she saw they weren't at her apartment at all. They were sitting in front of a small, stucco house.
"W-w-where are we?" she asked, trying to shake off her mind's cobwebs, sitting straight up in the seat.
"Relax, Lainie," Jimmy answered, getting out and coming around to her side of the car. "I didn't think it was a good idea for you to go back to that crummy apartment just yet. I want you to come inside and take a nap while I run down to the station and see how things are. Come on, let me help you."
Suddenly all her old fears were back. She resisted his arm, struggling to get free. "No, I want to go home!" she cried out. "Please, I don't want to go inside!"
"Don't fight me, honey," Jimmy warned good-naturedly, sweeping his arms underneath her legs and picking her up from the car seat. "Hey, it's going to be all right. After you've had a nap I'll drive you home."
"You promise?"
"Sure, on my word of honor."
The small bungalow was a typical bachelor's house, with no sign that it had been cleaned in weeks. Jimmy picked his way through the debris and went down a short hallway, kicking open a door that opened into a tiny bedroom. Besides a double bed, dresser, and a straight chair, the room was empty. There was a semi-clean set of sheets and a blanket on the bed, and Jimmy sat Lainie down and pulled back the blanket.
"There you are, honey," he sighed. "I'll get you one last drink, then I'm off for a couple of hours. I wish I didn't have to go, but those damned kids I've got working for me will give away the station if I'm not there."
Before she could answer, Jimmy left the bedroom. He was back in a few moments, carrying a tall, frosty glass filled with an amber-colored liquid.
"What is it?" she asked when he had thrust the glass into her hand.
"Just bourbon," he lied smoothly, "and a little ice and water. Drink it down or you'll wake up with a terrible hangover."
Jimmy neglected to mention that he'd added a touch of a soluble white powder to the drink. He'd picked up the strong aphrodisiac in the closing days of his tour of duty in Vietnam. And, although it didn't always work, the powder greatly stimulated the genitals. He was praying that it would work today.
Lainie took the glass and sipped at it. At first she found the taste bitter, but as the liquid coursed down through her body, she began to relax again.
"Okay, I'll see you in a little while," Jimmy said with a lewd smile. "You get undressed and have a nice rest. Later we'll talk about raising that money for Carl's bail."
The potent drink had already begun to take its effect as Jimmy left. She was hardly aware of it at first, but then her body began to grow warm and tingly, and a pleasantly euphoric haze began to spread through her mind. "Everything's going to be just fine," she giggled, suddenly becoming obsessed with the idea of taking off her clothing to cool her rapidly heating flesh.
Soon she was feverishly pulling at her clothing. In a moment she was totally naked in the strange bedroom. The small window was open, and through the tiny slit at the bottom of the shade she could feel cool air caressing the creamy white skin of her softly rounded body. The sloping protrusion of her firm young breasts grew goose-pimply, and the pink-tipped areolas hardened slightly in erotic response to the breeze that drifted over her nakedness.
Oh, I feel so wonderful, she thought, so wonderful. She lay down on the bed, letting the sensitive curves of her body ease sensually against the soft sheet. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to press her rounded white buttocks against the smooth material and stretched out on the bed, aware of a burning ache in her loins. She had never felt this way before, not even when she and Carl had first been married and his lovemaking was more tender and gentle.
Lazily, as if in a dream, she let her hands wander over her suddenly responsive skin, her fingers grazing over her hips, moving upwards until she found the desire-hardened tips of her warmly throbbing breasts. She cupped the two nakedly soft mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them, relishing the tingling delight her actions produced.
What's happening to me? she asked herself. I've never felt like this! Her alcohol-and-drug sodden mind urged her on to new heights of inhibition. She closed her eyes and felt as if she were floating on a cloud high above the earth. And unconsciously, her hands moved down to her now hotly pulsing pussy-slit, tentatively touching the wetly heated flesh. At once rippling waves of pleasure surged through her loins and she sighed happily, like a child, letting her eagerly probing hands penetrate her warmly responsive cuntal depths. She sighed deeply, wondering if this was what desire felt like, cursing her own body for not responding to Carl this way.
But she had drunk too much alcohol to stay awake now, even though she was becoming more and more aroused sexually. Her eyes closed sleepily, and she began to drift into a warm, sensuous cloud of nothingness, her hand still pressed tightly to the downy dampness of her excited young pussy.
At some point she began dreaming. It was like a lurid scene in a movie. All the colors were heightened and blurry, and so beautiful she could hardly believe it. In her dream she was shamelessly fingering her pussy-flesh, enjoying it immensely as she pulled the pink, softly pulsating outer lips apart with her hands. Her long, gorgeous legs were spread out, opening her glistening cuntal softness to the world and exposing the wetly blushing entrance of her inner depths. Tenderly she stroked it, without shame, without blushing, making it flare open as she moaned and writhed in utter ecstasy.
Slowly, in her dream, she could see the door to the bedroom open. Jimmy O'Brien entered, only now he was completely naked like her, his slender young body gleaming, his muscles firm and thick, his handsome face glowing with desire. His long, hard prick rose out of a halo of dark curls arching upwards, the thick undervein visibly throbbing. Beneath his fully erect cock, his testicles swayed obscenely, pushed forward by his lean thighs. He smiled at her, his teeth glistening while his hands grasped his massively thick prick and began to stroke it slowly, rhythmically, up and down.
She could hear him talking to her as he walked toward the bed, telling her soothingly that everything was going to be all right, murmuring his love for her and saying that he would protect her from the world.
Suddenly Lainie felt a overwhelming desire for the handsome man. Great waves of pulsing need swept over her like nothing she had ever felt for a man before. She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted his strong, youthful body to crush her, to press softly down on her pliant breasts and make her squeal with excitement.
In her dream state she could hear him more clearly now as he stood at the side of the bed with his huge cock jerking and pulsating mightily. "Do you want me, baby?" he was asking in a soft, desire-charged voice. "Do you want me to show you what it's like to come? I'll stick my tongue up inside your pussy, Lainie ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big hard cock right up in that beautiful cunt of yours ... would you like that, honey?"
"Oh, yes," she heard herself moan in a far-off voice. "Yess ... I want you! Lick my pussy for me, darling! Oh God, I need you!"
The lithe gas station owner climbed up onto the foot of the bed and knelt nakedly before her, his massively long cock jutting upwards like a curved sword. His bright eyes glittered with hot male desire as, slowly, he lowered his face down to the wildly throbbing mound between her legs. His moist, snake-like tongue flicked out to lightly lick the fluted edges of her warmly pulsing cuntal split.
The touch of Jimmy's tongue on her eagerly quivering pussy-flesh sent delicious shimmers of warmth rippling through the young wife's nakedly writhing body. She moaned, cat-like, as he licked the full length of her fevered cuntal opening, and then began to hungrily suck on her sensitive clitoris, teasing it until the little bud grew erect and began to throb intensely.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned, scarcely believing the fantastic thrills that sizzled through her hotly throbbing loins. She drew up her knees and lifted her hips upward in lewd invitation, opening her entire cuntal plane as far as possible to give the lusty man full access to her hungrily churning pussy. Her hands flew to his tangled hair, and she ran her fingers through it, relishing the feel of it. She couldn't get enough. It was a wonderful, wonderful dream.
Suddenly Jimmy stiffened his moistened tongue and teasingly explored the dilated mouth to her tight little cunt. Then, his tongue wiggling like a crawling worm, he pushed inside the warm, succulent flesh and began to rotate it inside the softly palpitating interior, sending bursts of radiant heat throughout Lainie's shamelessly aroused body. Her head turned from side to side in ecstasy as she began to whirl his tongue faster and faster inside her. Groaning in lewd delight, she gripped his hair tighter and forced his wetly questing mouth to press hard against her frantically quivering pussy.
At that moment a car on the street outside began blowing its horn, and Lainie was jolted awake from her dream. It was only then that, to her horror, she realized that it was no dream! Her legs were pulled and wantonly spread, and the muscular friend of her husband was actually licking her pussy! Screaming in fright, the naked young wife struggled to pull away from him.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, kicking her legs furiously in an effort to escape his tantalizing oral probing. He lifted his face momentarily, his eyes flashing cruelly.
"You wanted this as much as me, baby," he sneered. "Now you just relax and get your kicks like I'm going to do! Goddammit, stop fighting me or I'll slap that pretty face of yours!"
"W-w-what's happened to you?" she screamed in disbelief. Only a short while ago he had promised to protect. Now he was like a raging beast, worse than the lecherous Hank Groggins! Her mind reeled in terror at this latest betrayal.
"Never you mind, little lady," he laughed. "You think I don't know it when a broad is turned on? You're hotter than hell, honey, and I'm going to put out that fire!"
With a gasp of horror, Lainie realized that she was completely at his mercy. She had to submit to him now, no matter how terrified she was. Closing her eyes to blot out the shameful sight, she lay helplessly back on the bed, trembling from head to foot. Immediately Jimmy plunged his face down into the steaming wetness of her pussy again, driving his tongue deeply up into the fearfully clenched flesh.
Lainie was confused and mortified. She couldn't imagine how she could have trusted Jimmy O'Brien. Shame crashed over her a tidal wave. Yet her body, still under the damning influence of the powerful aphrodisiac and the alcohol, once more began to wantonly respond to Jimmy's urgent tongue-fucking. Despite her humiliation, hot flickering explosions of desire burned in her warmly throbbing cuntal depths, and her naked skin tingled with excitement that she struggled desperately to resist. She couldn't give in! She couldn't! It was too horrible! Dimly she realized the irony of what happened. Jimmy had saved her from the awful clutches of Hank Groggins only to claim her as his own helpless victim!
OH NOOOO! her mind screamed. I can't stand it, I can't!
Yet the brutal intensity of Jimmy's savagely whirling tongue began to have its effect on her, aided immensely by her own confused emotional state. Soon she was frantically writhing on the bed, overwhelmed with surges of animal passion so strong and exciting that she couldn't resist it. Despite her anxiety, low moans of delight bubbled up involuntarily from deep in her throat, and her increasingly passionate young body began to pulse with ripples of pleasure.
"OOOOHHHH ... OOOHHHH ... YES ..." she groaned.
Jimmy continued to drive his lewdly licking tongue deeper and deeper into her spontaneously clutching pussy. At the same time he gripped his still inflated hotly jerking prick in his hand and began to pump it up and down.
He knew the drug he had given her had been successful, for despite her brief resistance, she was twisting and turning her upraised pelvis against his mouth, writhing in delight as his ovalled lips greedily sucked on the wetly pulsing flesh of her cuntal slit.
"OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH GODDDDDD!" she changed, scarcely believing the waves of excruciating passion that rippled through her helplessly aroused loins and shattered the last of her futile inhibitions. Her excited pussy flared open hungrily now, and the moistly quivering walls of her inner pussy clutched greedily at his hotly twisting tongue, trying to pull it even further inside her desperately sucking vaginal depths. Her body seemed to be on fire from the powerful drug, the alcohol, and her deep and unconscious need for the complete sexual release which was pent up inside her for years. Now there was nothing she could do to stem the tide of raging lust that thundered like a flash-flood through her. There was nothing to do but surrender - surrender fully to it.
The excitement was almost unbearable. She was bobbing like a rudderless ship on a turbulent sea of sensuality. The fire raging in her loins became an inferno, and she twisted and writhed to accommodate its urgent hunger. She felt like a shameless whore, vulgar and vile. Then, suddenly, she knew instinctively, she was close to her first orgasm, and in a lurid flash she remembered the other times she had felt some gnawing ache in her cunt. She had almost forgotten those brief moments of elusive pleasure. Pin wheels of light seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyelids. Her nakedly writhing young body was being consumed with a cascade of liquid fire, and she was suddenly afraid that she would explode from the overwhelming force of her first orgasm.
"Oh God, what's happening to me ... what's happening?" she shrieked, barely able to recognize her strange, lust-filled voice.
Suddenly Jimmy knew the moment he had been waiting for had arrived. Swiftly pulling his tongue out of her body, he slid his own heavy frame up over hers and directed the massive head of his rod at the twisting slit between her legs, feeling the dilated pussy-lips separate like the petals of a flower as he lunged forward and buried his throbbing rod deep into her churning cunt.
"AAAAHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy, feeling his own fiery flesh inside her quivering belly.
Her legs instinctively flew up around his hard-driving back, clutching at him, her ankles locking so that she could draw the exquisite male meat all the way to the very depths of her passion-filled cunt. She ground her slickened pussy up to meet the insistent strokes, moaning and mewling with ecstasy as he drove in and out of her velvety flesh. This was rapture beyond belief, something that she could barely comprehend. It seemed as if every nerve in her body was centered in the gaping slit between her legs. And she wanted more - much more!
Jimmy was fucking her with savage fury, pumping in and out, his heavy testicles slapping erotically against Lainie's upturned buttocks, slamming into the puckered little ring of her anus and magnifying her pleasure a hundredfold. With each powerful stroke of his gigantic rod into the pulpy flesh of her cunt, Jimmy's cock pounded against her inflamed clitoris, making her choke back the sobs of pure animal ecstasy. She was being swept away on a sea of lust, a boiling, churning, maelstrom of exquisite delight.
"NOW ... NOWWWWW!" she begged, almost out of her mind from the massive prick pounding at the very depths of her soul. "MAKE ME COME ... MAKE ME COME ... I WANT TO COMMMMMMME!"
He renewed the savage fucking without mercy, feeling her fingernails scraping down over his naked back, reveling in the tightly clenched pussy that worked like a tiny milking machine on his turgid shaft. This was even better than he had expected.
He stroked her cunt with a fury born of his own savage need for sexual release, his hardened shaft nearly rubbed raw by her tight slit. Nothing seemed important to either of them now except the anticipated explosion of lust that threatened to destroy them.
Suddenly they were both coming!
Jets of thick, milk-white come squirted obscenely out of the dilated slit in the end of his gigantic cock, streaming out and splashing in rich pools deep inside her burning, aching cunt.
Lainie's madly quaking cuntal walls were suddenly consumed by fiery ripples of pleasure as her own hotly cascading come flowed out around the burning rod of male meat. Every muscle in her lovely young body strained at the wonderful rod, milking it, sucking at it, spasming around it as she felt the most overwhelming sense of sexual relief and pleasure she could imagine.
She moaned incoherently, not wanting to let him go, demanding more of the wildly satisfying sensations that rocked her belly and left her a screaming, moaning animal. The obscene delight that she had never known until this very moment was like nothing in her experience - warm and wonderful, exciting beyond her wildest hopes!
She groaned in protest as he pumped the last of his scalding hot sperm up into her desperately clenching cunt, then pulled his softening rod out and collapsed on the bed beside her.
She lay silent for a moment, totally exhausted by the insane intensity of their lovemaking. Then, slowly, she began to realize what had happened. For the second time in two days she had committed adultery! She had acted this time like a shameless whore, begging and pleading for more of the wonderful cock, uncaring about the fact that she was married and that her husband was now sitting in the county jail. Even worse, this wasn't rape, as it had been with Hank Groggins. She had allowed Jimmy O'Brien to fuck her - had, in fact, pleaded with him to make her come!
Oh God, she thought bitterly, what's happened to me? How can I have turned into an animal almost overnight! This was a nightmare - a savage trap into which she had fallen! There was no hope for her now! Only the continued shame and degradation of knowing that she was little better than a whore!
"You loved it, didn't you, baby?" Jimmy whispered smugly, letting one hand come to rest against her still quivering, naked thigh. "Jesus, that was the best fucking I've had for years! If I was Carl I wouldn't let a hot number like you out of my sight!"
Her face burned with embarrassment at the spectacle she had made of herself. She shoved his hand aside and pulled up the sheets to cover her naked young body. Her eyes were tightly shut.
"Leave me alone," she begged piteously, afraid that her lust would get the better of her again. "Please, Jimmy, just leave me alone!"
"Okay, Lainie," he laughed sensuously, "I'm going out for a little while anyways. You want to finish your nap, is that it?"
"I just want you to leave me alone!" she shrieked, staring up at the handsome naked man with hatred in her eyes. "You got what you wanted, now please be good enough to leave me in my misery!"
"Yeh, okay," he groaned, climbing out of bed and massaging his snake-like prick. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, honey."
Lainie lay on the bed and watched him leave. She tried to force herself to get up, get dressed, and go home to the small apartment where she could be alone with her depression. But she couldn't move, her mind and body so sexually satiated that she felt totally helpless. And before she knew what had happened, she had once again fallen into a deep, troubled sleep.