Chapter 4
Laura couldn't believe her own eyes. It was unreal... like a bad dream. It just wasn't possible that the scene before her was taking place! She watched humbly as her husband stood up, leaving the woman to kneel on the floor and finally, to lean forward and wipe her cum-filled face on the bedclothes.
Her mind told her to run, but her emotions blocked all action. She could hardly breathe, but she did turn to run as fast and as far as she could from the obscenity in Number 15. But Bob was faster than she was, and he strode forward quickly and yanked her into the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Noooo . . . oh, God, no ... " Laura screamed, but it came out as only a pitiful gurgle, so choked were the muscles of her throat.
Connie sat cross-legged on the floor, her cunt exposed, her breasts quiet, now, looking in an amused manner at the scene between Bob and Laura. Bob held her in a tight grip, grinning evilly at her until she finally stopped her frantic efforts to escape. She just stood there, trembling, her mind rocking with the enormity of the act she had seen her husband engaged in with this strange woman.
"Just calm down, Laura.. .that's the girl... that's much better," Bob said as he put her hand behind her, holding both wrists in his huge hand. He moved behind her and shoved her slowly toward the bed. Laura tried not to look at the obscene caricature of a woman who was watching all this with a crooked smile warping her face. She had never seen such large breasts, nor such a monstrously wide pussy. She must be losing her mind ... this couldn't be reality! She tried to pull away from Bob's grip, but it was a weak and futile gesture.
"Bob..." Her voice was panic-stricken, pleading... "What are you doing ... how can you..." she broke off in despair, knowing she had walked into another sex-saturated trap conceived in the devilish mind of her husband. Bob sat her on the bed, close to where Connie was still squatting on the floor, moving her body so she could follow their actions.
"How can I what, baby? Have a woman suck my prick? It's easy, baby, after the icebox-way you acted with me. I wanted some real action with a real woman. Who wants to try to fuck a statue? Now you take Connie, here ... she's really something else. She's a real woman!" He gestured toward the woman on the floor, smiling evilly at the redhead, who giggled and winked back at him.
Laura felt faint, and the sobs came suddenly, rocking her body as she covered her face with her hands to blot out. the scene. She was going mad! The whole world was mad! Sex mad! Obscene! She cried like a whipped child in huge, shuddering sobs.
Her determined husband calmly poured a shot into his glass and gulped it down. Then he poured another and extended the glass to Laura. "Here, take this. Crying gets you nowhere, baby. All this isn't as bad as you think. Don't kmock any of it until you've tried it!" He glanced at Connie and said, "Eh, baby?" The obscenely grinning waitress nodded, beginning to enjoy it, but feeling a faint twinge of pity for the crying woman on the bed.
Bob forced the glass to his wife's lips and, rather than have him force it down her, she took it and drank it all. She felt it like fire in her throat, then her stomach, and surprisingly, it helped a little. She coughed a bit, but she downed it all. She sagged back onto the bed, feeling she had to pass out. Her mind couldn't take any more of this inferno she had walked into.
Bob was talking, but she didn't hear him. The words were just sounds as Laura drifted on an empty cloud, hoping she would never return to reality.
". . . and this is too good to keep, baby. I want to share it with you ..."
She wondered what he was talking about, but then, what did it really matter? Nothing mattered any more. The alcohol was racing through her blood, taking effect, making her feel light-headed and even more mixed up.
"When a man comes across a good thing, he ought to share it with his wife. . . " Bob was saying, "and Connie is really a good thing!" He laughed nastily and bent to pinch one of Connie's taut nipples. She slapped playfully at his hand, but her smile told him she was enjoying the whole thing.
"Bob!" Laura screamed suddenly, "what are you trying to do to me ... drive me insane?" Her head shook from side to side and her body trembled as her pretty face was transformed into a mask of fear and hate.
Bob's mood changed. His face hardened and anger clouded his eyes. Maybe she still hadn't learned her lesson!
"I told you to drop the innocent, little-girl act!" he snapped. A sly smile replaced his frown. "That's it, baby, pretend it's a show ... just an act. Just a little show for old Bob, huh? You'll like it... I promise!"
His words weren't making sense to her confused mind. Bob looked down at the redhead. "How about it, Connie? Want to put on a good show for old Bobby?"
Connie had been eyeing the svelte body of Laura, and she nodded eagerly. This broad might be a weak sister, she thought, but she sure is a sexy, beautiful woman! "Why not?" Connie said, leering at Laura, whose mind was beginning to grasp what Bob was implying.
Laura shook her head in horror, then loathing took over her expression. Her eyes flashed wildly as she glared into Connie's lewd face.
"How dare you? You're insane! I wouldn't have anything to do with a ... a cheap whore like you!" she spat. She began to scramble off the bed, but Bob blocked her way, one hand balled into a huge fist.
"If you don't, baby, I'll knock your pretty face into hamburger! I swear... I'll break every bone in your face! And then I'll walk out and leave you with this crummy joint to yourself!" He was almost foaming at the mouth in his anger. "I'm fed up with this chicken-shit operation ... and almost fed up with you!"
Laura's brain reeled. It wasn't so much his threat to beat her again as the threat to leave her. She had felt a deep dread of this for weeks ... months, perhaps, and she hadn't been able to look into the future without him! She had clasped her hands over her breasts, the robe opened slightly to expose part of her breasts. Now, as she looked dumbly at Bob, then down at the leering, lecherous face of Connie, she felt revulsion steal into her brain.
Involuntarily, the words leaped from her throat! "No! You can't do that!"
Bob sensed that he had hit home.
"Oh, can't I? Remember, baby, I've got a pretty good bankroll right now, and as Connie showed you, I can get me some pretty sharp, hot, willing chicks! And if you don't shape up fast, you'll find yourself finger-fucking your own pussy every night!" He leered at her, knowing he was winning.
Laura felt as if her body were drifting away, bit by bit. Her soul was dead. Her mind was numb. What would she do alone?
Connie sat staring at them impassively. It didn't mean a thing to her, but she wished they would quit shouting. It was getting nerve-wracking. If Bob wanted a lesbian for his prissy girlfriend... or wife, whatever she was... she didn't see what the fuss was all about. Connie didn't mind an occasional three-way sex session, although she really preferred her kicks from men. The red-haired waitress stood up, hulking almost as tall as Bob, and she stared down at Laura with contempt. The helplessly confused wife looked from her lascivious face to Bob's balled fist, and her body heaved with a deep sigh.
She said timidly, "What... what do I do?"
"Now you're talking!" her insistent husband exploded gleefully. "First, get that goddamned robe off and show us that sexy body!" He pulled her forward and quickly removed the robe, leaving his blonde-haired wife naked, blushing under their lewd stares.
Bob poured her a stiff drink from the almost-empty bottle and she drank it gratefully, hoping that it would knock her completely out. It made her dizzier and she closed her eyes, feeling as if she were on a giant roller coaster. She just wanted to block out the whole thing. The two of them standing there naked, ogling her bare body, lust making their faces ugly. She wanted to vomit. The idea of having that woman who came from God knew where, touching her! The idea of Connie ... who was probably some hired prostitute ... touch her breasts or vagina with either her hands or her mouth.. . was revolting.
"I won't! I can't!" she burst out in panic. But she looked up at her husband and saw the cruel look of determination on his face, and she knew that if she refused, he would beat her to death! Her nails bit into her palms and she bit her lips until the blood came. She had to ... if she wanted to stay alive!
She thought bitterly of her bright hopes as she had primped to come down here.
Bob sensed her surrender and he said to the redhead, "Why don't you make little Laura feel at ease?"
Connie leered at the lovely breasts, the flat stomach, the beautiful vee of the blonde pubic mound, and her tongue licked her lips hungrily. The wanton waitress had begun to be a bit bored by the whole thing, but now that she had been called on to get the ball rolling, she responded with alacrity. She sat down beside Laura and as her hands went quickly to the lush breasts, massaging them lovingly, she felt Laura go limp under her touch. Bob stood leering down at them, his cock beginning to harden at the sight of the two women together. His mouth twisted evilly as he wondered why he hadn't thought of something like this a long time ago.
The massaging waitress's fingers on her body made Laura's skin crawl and she wanted to scream as she heard Connie say, close to her ear, "Honey, you've really got 'em. You should never put a bra over those luscious boobs!"
It was hideous, having a woman touching her breasts and making lewd comments about them. The distraught blonde-haired wife had always thought of her body as something sacred ... for her husband's sight and touch only, and now he was flaunting her like a common slut in front of this cheap, perverted imitation of a woman!
"Hey!" Bob cried enthusiastically, "You two look like you were made for each other! You really fit!" Laura's heart leaped then sank. Was this what she had to become to attract her own husband ... a cheap lesbian target? Connie gave each nipple a sudden tweak, and it jolted Laura out of her thoughts with the sudden pain.
The lascivious redhead looked up at Bob, as if seeking approval. His eyes were on their bodies, and she continued to twist the hard nipples of his young wife. Hell, she thought, Bob is a good lay, and a sucker, to boot. Why not give him his sex kicks. Who knows. .. he might come in handy some day. .. especially if he would ever win some money from those other slobs. She'd give him a real show, and, she just might teach this Laura something about the extra kicks she could get from having sex with another woman. It sure as hell looked as if she wasn't having any fun with men!
"Come on, Connie, get with it. Get to the nitty-gritty!" Bob cried out, his cock now standing out from his loins stiff and ready. He was getting a big kick out of this. His leer faded as he surveyed the beautiful body of his wife. Hell, he thought, he had a good deal in Laura... if only she would thaw out. He recalled the violent but futile scene of a couple of nights ago, as his eyes feasted on her lovely breasts, her long, beautiful legs, her trim waist and her magnet crotch. He would let Connie warm her up tonight, he thought, and later, he'd really pump his cock into that cunt... so good that she'd have to come around to him. He felt like jumping her right then ... knocking her to the floor and raping her. He wanted to see those sexy legs spread wide ... those arms around his neck... and that mouth calling his name, demanding that he fuck her harder! He was so excited that he sat in a nearby chair, fearing that he would do exactly what his fantasies demanded.
"Come on, Connie," he shouted, as if he were at a sporting event, "give her the whole treatment!"
Connie responded by dropping one hand to Laura's thigh, rubbing it gently, then suddenly thrusting her whole hand up against the warm, trembling lips of Laura's cunt! Laura sat meekly, accepting the degradation, growing numb. Tears began to trickle from her eyes, hot, searing tears that came fresh from her soul. She felt like dirt... like a piece of shit!
"Come on, honey," Connie coaxed, "get with it. You're missing one hell of a lot out of life if you don't!"
"Yeah," Bob commented excitedly, "you can do better than that, baby. I haven't even seen that pretty cunt of yours pop open yet. Spread those pretty legs ... Connie and I want to see that cute little cunt of yours!"
Reluctantly, hardly realizing she was doing it, Laura spread her legs a little . .. then a little more. Connie's small hands darted quickly between her thighs, spreading them wide open so that the honeyed split between her legs was totally exposed to Bob's lascivious stare.
She ran her fingers up and down Laura's thighs, crooning, "Come on, honey ... nobody's going to hurt you. .. open up. You'll like it. .. you'll see."
No! Never! the helpless blonde wife thought. I can't. .. and if they make me do it, I'll never like it! She felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, as her legs unconsciously spread wider, showing more of her cunt to her husband, who now leaned forward, licking his lips, enjoying the sight more than he had ever enjoyed any sex scene or action! Bob wanted to jump on her and shove his hard cock so deep up into her that she would yell out loud, but he was enjoying the sex scene too much.
Connie looked at him, a smile of triumph on her face. "You look like you want to shove it into her right now," she said with an obscene leer.
"I can wait!" Bob snapped, anxious for the main event to take place.
Laura could feel Bob's hot eyes on her wide-open cunt, and she felt degraded. She was aware of the feel of Connie's hand on her pussy, and her breathing began to be rapid. The sensual smell of Connie's perfume, added to her natural woman scent, was making Laura dizzy. She didn't want to succumb to their dirty, evil plot, but... Connie's hand massaging her cunt lips was beginning to arouse her!
She wasn't aware that she had fallen back on the bed, nor that she had spread her legs even wider, nor even that she wanted it to happen. She was aware that Connie's fingers were tracing little curlicue patterns on her upper thighs, and that they moved into her blonde pubic hair, sending shudders of aroused delight through her body. She could feel the expelled breath of the other woman as Connie's face came close to her belly, and one of the redhead's outstretched fingers stole into the crevice of her cunt, seeking and finding the mound of flesh that controlled all of Laura's passions!
"Come on! Come on!" Bob encouraged, unconsciously stroking his rigid cock as he watched Connie's face go ever-closer to his wife's widespread pussy. Laura tried to tell herself that, if she endured it, it would soon be over. But as the redhead's probing fingers found and massaged her clitoris, she forgot her revulsion. It felt too good. The nails hurt her at first, but as Connie became more involved with arousing her, tickling her clitoris almost lovingly, Laura found herself twisting and turning in mounting desire!
She wanted to cross her legs to shut out the invading hand, but she couldn't! She knew that Connie would go all the way, and with a guilty feeling, Laura suddenly admitted that she wanted her to! She just wished that her-husband wasn't there, staring maniacally at the sex action, playing with his rigid cock! He was the wrong one to be there ... not Connie!
Connie pushed one hand under Laura's wildly thrashing white buttocks, holding the other hand firmly pressed against her vagina as her fingers busied themselves with her clitoris. The aggressive redhead was controlling her every movement, for when Laura withdrew to escape the exploring fingers, Connie would push up on her buttocks, forcing her helpless victim's pelvis to meet each oncoming thrust of her demanding fingers.
Connie was warming to the sexiness of Laura's body now. "What a beautiful ass, honey," she gasped. "And that pussy ..." she gave a vicious dig at Laura's clitoris, "... God ... I've got to taste it... suck it... lick it!" The redhead was now totally unaware of Bob's presence. All she wanted was to devour this wonderful, virginal cunt!
The helplessly violated blonde-headed housewife looked down at the probing fingers, and caught sight of the lewd, evil face of her husband, stroking his tremendously hard cock. It was horrible. It was unreal. But the most unbelievable part of it all was that she was beginning to welcome the fingers of Connie inside her cunt, and ... God help her... she actually hoped that Connie would suck and lick and bite her cunt! And quickly, before her conflicting emotions tore her in two!
She heard the gasping of her husband's breathing, and the almost sobbing panting of Connie, and the sound of the bed creaking faintly. And she heard the low, but distinct sound of the redhead's wet fingers, sliding in and out of her cunt, making soft, slithering sounds. Most astonishing of all, she heard her own choked moans ... and she was moaning with pleasure!
Laura was jolted out of her lethargic pleasure by Connie thrusting her whole hand up deep inside her cunt! She screamed in pain, and writhed to escape the cruel invasion, but as Connie leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Laura's, her tongue lashing furiously between her lips, the scream faded and the distraught blonde became aware of the sensations she was feeling! Her mind darted back to the pain-pleasure of the dildo, and she felt the fiery lust begin to rise in her belly and spread to her whole body. She was betraying everything she'd ever believed in, yet, she was unable to resist the masochistic, engulfing pleasure that was flooding her body as Connie's ruthless hand plunged deep up into her cunt, filling it, thrilling it, hurting it!
"You do like it, honey..." Connie said huskily as she plunged her hand in deeper, her fingers spreading to touch every tiny part of the inner pussy. "I know what a woman likes," she went on, her lips touching Laura's mouth, her tongue darting out to brush the opened lips of Laura.
In spite of the guilt that seared her brain, Laura couldn't help herself. She spread her legs wider, welcoming the deep thrusts. She was excited beyond description by the lewd abandonment that she felt. Suddenly, she felt herself relaxing, and she felt that she was in her element here with the kind of sexually-loose people she belonged to!
She found her hips moving from side to side to allow Connie's hand more leeway, to allow her to touch more, of the innermost parts of her cunt... and she was enjoying it as she had never enjoyed sex before. Deep inside, she told herself that she was being forced to do this, but her mind pointed fingers of shame at her, for Laura was enjoying it to the hilt! She heard Bob clearing his throat nervously, and the thought of making him jealous gave an added impetus to Laura's movements. She'd show him! If he had to force this pleasure on her, she would let him know that he was doing her a favor... that a woman was far superior to him when it came to arousing and satisfying her!
She spread her legs wider, her head rolling from side to side. She was too far gone now to fight the thrilling sensations that swept over her body like a consuming fire. She said huskily, "Suck my titties, Connie . .. and lick my pussy ... stick your tongue in deep ... suck it... lick it... make me cum ... please!"
Connie had been growing more turned on to Laura as she went on, and at the invitation, she immediately began to suck Laura's nipple, her invading hand still probing deep up into the moistly heated cavern of her vagina. As she sucked and nibbled, the lust-driven redhead murmured words of endearment. "Oh, honey . . . darling ... I'll take you to heaven ... I want to taste your sweet cunt... I want to make you cum ... and I want you to suck my cunt, too ... please!"
The red-haired waitress was totally out of control, and she had to have this ripe young woman totally. She was unaware of Bob's presence, her whole being given over to satisfying this beautiful body. And now she wanted to feel the mouth of this innocent blonde-haired woman on her own quivering cunt!
Connie's tongue moved rapidly downward, licking at Laura's navel, then moving quickly to her sparse pubic hair. She encircled the blonde hair with her tongue, licking at Laura's lower belly, her upper thighs, zeroing in on the wide open slit that was her ultimate target. She withdrew her hand, feeling Laura's body twitch and leap as she felt the large mass of flesh withdrawn from her vagina.
Laura's vagina was throbbing, but not with pain ... it was desire she felt... desire for the lips and tongue of this wild, wonderful sex partner whom her husband had forced upon her. She wanted this wonderful feeling to last forever!
As Connie spread her legs wide, shoving a hand under each ass-cheek, pushing her cunt higher to make it more accessible, Laura had to prop herself up and look down at the marvelous sight. She watched avidly as she spread her legs even wider, and the redhead's hungry mouth came down to her blonde crotch. She unconsciously spread her cunt lips even wider, welcoming the lashing, excited tongue of Connie. As her hot tongue contacted Laura's clitoris, and she moved it about, touching the sensitive areas on either side, she moaned with ecstasy, flinging her arms and legs out as wide as she could, wanting to take in all the sensual joys that Connie's mouth could provide. She forced her hips up higher, bucking and rolling her hips under the lust-consumed waitress's expert tongueing. All shame was gone now ... she felt free as the air... free as any woman had ever felt... as she turned and twisted, moaned and wailed, whined and pleaded for Connie to fuck her . . . make her cum! "Oh ... don't stop ... don't stop now ... don't ever stop, darling..." Laura heard herself saying. More astounding, she was feeling it in her heart.
Neither of them were aware that Bob was now standing. He was pumping away at his stiff cock, driven insane by the sight of their lasciviously uninhibited love. He massaged his lust-swollen cock as he tried to envision his wife giving herself to him in this same total abandonment... this pure sensual joy ... that she was giving to Connie.
Orgasm hit Laura like lightning! She suddenly was breaking into a million pieces... each floating off serenely into its own little niche of delight. She was walking in heaven.
. "Aaaaah ..." she gasped. "Oooooh, lover ... ooooh ..." There were no words to tell of her blissful state. She let her whole being go as she felt overcome and shattered by one final, beautiful orgasm. She was oblivious to Bob... even to Connie, the giver of this pleasure. Her body seemed to be a separate entity, floating on a sea of sexual bliss.
Bob stopped pumping his throbbing cock for a moment as he saw that his wife was writhing in the throes of an overwhelming climax. He had never seen her like this. The astounded husband had never guessed she would be capable of this kind of arousal or gratification! Savage jealousy ripped through him. She had never responded to him that way! Never! But he couldn't stop his hand from stroking his throbbing cock. He had to cum ... even if it was only while he was imagining his own wife letting him suck her pussy, bringing her to the same heights of ecstasy that this cheap barmaid, Connie, had done with such ease!
As he watched Laura writhing in the final spasm of her gigantic orgasm, he put both his hands on his cock, jerking it madly, wanting her to see him shoot his cum out into space, as a sign that he didn't need her... he didn't need any woman! All he wanted to get across to her was that the most important person on earth, to him, was himself! He looked triumphantly at his wife and at Connie as the shots of white semen spurted out into space, landing on his legs, on the carpet, and even spewing onto the bed where the two women lay, enjoying the aftermath of their lesbian lovemaking!
He moved over close to the bed, trying desperately to make the last few spurts of his cum shower onto Laura's stomach, but he realized it wouldn't matter, for someone else had beaten him to the punch - another woman!
Bob was drunk. He admitted it. He had been slightly sobered by the sight of his wife's cunt opened wide to the tongue of Connie, his best fuck ... but he knew that he couldn't possibly get a good enough erection to take care of either of them. Not now. But later ... his eyes shone with anticipation.
He flopped feebly on the bed beside his wife. He was too drunk to care about sex, yet, vaguely in the back of his sodden mind, he wondered if the two women would continue to enjoy each other's bodies without him Connie climbed fully onto the bed, her arm draped over Laura, vaguely aware that Bob had flopped on the other side of her, on his face. It was hard not to know, for he was snoring loudly, sleeping the sleep of the drunk.
Connie smiled as she felt drowsiness close in. She had had two wonderful experiences. She couldn't lose. If Bob couldn't fuck her now, there was still Laura. Bob was completely out of it.
The satiated blonde-haired housewife lay with her arm over her eyes, floating on a cloud of pleasure, yet aware of the soggy arm of her husband that was draped over her belly. His breath smelled like a swill-barrel, and his snores were loud enough to arouse the whole motel unit. Yet, she couldn't feel the hatred of a couple of nights ago. After all, regardless of his aims, he had led her into the most exciting sexual encounter she had ever known. Subconsciously, as her mind surrendered to exhausted sleep, Laura's arm crept over to Connie's shoulder, and without even thinking about it, she snuggled close to her, appreciating the feel of her buttocks against her pelvis, and her hand stole unbidden to caress one of her seducer's breasts.
Finally, her worried mind took refuge in sleep, and her body shed the feeling of having been ravished. All-in-all, it had been a wonderful night!