Chapter 11
The sight of Todd straddling Sharon's neck and stroking his stiff prick in and out of her mouth burned itself into Steve's brain. He stood for a moment and just stared at the fantastically lewd spectacle of his wife carrying on this way with her own brother.
Suddenly rage overcame Steve, and he rushed into the room.
Todd saw him and quickly pulled back, jerking his cock out of Sharon's sucking mouth. She opened her eyes and stared drunkenly up at her husband. She gasped.
Todd backed off the bed. He forced a grin. "We were just kidding around, Steve," he said. "We both got kind've high and ..."
Steve moved up to the younger man and threw a punch with lightning speed. It connected with the point of Todd's chin and toppled him. He dropped onto his butt on the floor and passed out.
Sharon, sick with fear and the realization of what Steve had seen, scooted backward on the bed so that her spine was pressed against the headboard. Her mouth and eyes were open wide as she stared at her husband.
He turned toward her.
"No, Steve ... ooh God, no ... please don't! she cried, fearing that he might kill her.
He had a right to do so, she thought. She had betrayed him terribly, and she had betrayed herself as well, by getting sexually involved with her brother.
Steve had never felt such hatred for another human being. Yet even so, he couldn't ignore Sharon's beauty or the appeal she still held for him. He wanted her, even as he hated her. His interlude with Barbara, satisfying as it had been at the time, didn't lessen his desire for Sharon now.
He stared at his wife's open thighs, at the soft, hair-encircled cunt which beckoned him moistly and his penis began to harden in his pants. But he couldn't just take her and forgive her for everything. He would have to punish her, make her suffer as she had made him suffer. Then he would walk out, he tentatively decided.
The couple from the other room, who had finished their fuck by this time, crowded into the doorway to see what was going on. Barbara stood next to Steve, fearing what he was about to do with his wife.
"Take it easy, okay?" she said, clutching his arm. "Don't do something you'll be sorry for."
"I won't be sorry," he insisted. "But she will," he added, glaring at Sharon.
"Ooh, Steve ... noooh! " she wailed again.
He lunged and grasped her by an arm, pulling her toward him. But she managed to roll over and started to scramble off the bed.
He stared at her luscious bare ass, twisting and quivering, and suddenly he knew what he was going to do to her. By God, he would do it right now! he thought.
His cock turned bolt-hard in his pants.
He dropped onto the bed partially atop his wife, pinning her down. She gasped, then whimpered. She tried to struggle out from under him, but that was no use.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, long dick. He stripped the foreskin off the pink, swollen head.
Sharon, gazing fearfully over her shoulder, saw this and stopped struggling. He's just going to fuck me, she thought. Far from representing punishment, this pleased her.
She lifted her hips invitingly and pressed her chest against the mattress.
"Do it to me, darling," she pleaded as she waggled her ass at him. Her knees were positioned well apart, and her cunt was completely exposed.
But he was staring at her ass crack and at the pinkish brown dimple that nestled between her white, satiny buns. Make her suffer! was the thought that dominated his enraged mind.
Barbara, the bearded man, and the blonde girl watched tensely, saying nothing. Todd remained unconscious on the floor.
"This is for being a cheat!" Steve told his wife, and spat on his fingers. He rubbed the saliva on the head of his cock.
"But I want you to take me, darling," she said. "I'll never cheat on you again."
"And this is for cheating with your own Goddamned brother!" Steve added, spitting on his fingers again. This time he rubbed the saliva into the crack of Sharon's ass, swabbing it into her anus.
She finally realized, through the alcoholic fog in her brain, what her husband intended to do.
"No!" she exclaimed as she tried to move forward. But her head was against the headboard of the bed, and she couldn't get away.
Steve jammed the glans of his penis in between her buttocks, pushing it against her tight little anus.
"Noooh!" she cried again. "You'll kill meee! Ooh, God! Somebody stop him!"
But no one made a move to help her.
The bearded man and the blonde had their arms around each other's waists, and she was stroking his cock as they watched the erotic spectacle on, the bed. Barbara just stared, wide-eyed.
Steve applied greater pressure with his prick, twisting the tip of the wicked instrument against the small ring of muscles that guarded his wife's rectum. She let out, another cry, for he was beginning to hurt her. But she was even more fearful of the hurt which was yet to come.
Steve pushed and twisted harder. He bore his cock against his wife's anus with all his might. Suddenly the resistance of her muscles gave way, and the thick head of his penis popped into Sharon's asshole.
She felt as if someone had pointed a blowtorch up her rear, and she shrieked loudly. Blinding pain enveloped her. Steve showed her no mercy, but kept pushing and grinding his vicious prick, forcing it up her narrow spasming rectum. Sharon's pain increased. She began to lose consciousness.
But then, after Steve had driven most of his cock up her butt and was holding it there, pulsating inside her, a miraculous change in her attitude began to take place. His invasion of her asshole still hurt, but with less intensity, and in a peculiar way the pain began to give her pleasure.
She knew she had wronged her husband, and wronged nature itself by her involvement with Todd, and she had really wanted to be punished for this, though she hadn't been conscious of the desire. Now she was getting her punishment, and it was good! she thought. In addition to that, Steve was proving himself to be the dominant, uninhibited male that she had wanted and needed.
Though tears streamed down her cheeks and her ass still felt as if it were on fire, she moaned, "Darling ... darling! Ooh fuck it, fuck it."
Steve growled, baring his teeth. He began stroking his prick in and out of his wife's hot, tight, spastically contracting asshole. His rod sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. He smacked his pelvis rhythmically against her springy buttocks.
She moaned from the strange mixture of pleasure-pain which consumed her, and gradually she began to grind her ass against his deep-probing thrusts. She pushed backward to absorb even more of him into her fire-ravaged rectum.
Her passionate response surprised him, and it displeased him also. His purpose had been to make her suffer, and here she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
He fucked her ass harder.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she said as she bumped against his brutally impaling cock.
It felt wonderful to get fucked like that! she thought. Her soul was being cleansed in a bath of fire, and she would be a good person when it was over. She knew she would.
Sharon's asshole was so tight and it was clutching so excitedly around his pumping prick that Steve couldn't prolong the screwing to the extent that he had wished to.
He became so excited that he had to let go. His penis jerked in the warm, encircling embrace of her anus, then spewed its spurts of thick, warm fluid into her bowels.
She vibrated blissfully and moaned as she came.
Steve pulled out of her and backed off the bed. He wasn't yet satisfied that she'd had the punishment she needed. As he was fucking her ass, he had gotten another idea, one that was really far-out but which appealed to his angry, resentful mood.
He headed for the living room, brushing past the bearded man and the blonde who were standing in the door, playing with each other. Steve stared at the German shepherd that was stretched out on the living room rug.
"That your dog?" he asked the man.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I want to use him for a minute."
"For what?" the bearded stranger inquired.
"Don't worry," Steve said. "It won't hurt him. He'll probably enjoy it."
Steve approached the dog and reached down to take hold of its collar. But the animal refused to stand, up. Steve tugged at the collar and drew a growl from the beast.
"Bring him into the bedroom," he said to the dog's master.
"Shit, man. I'd like to know what you're gonna do with him."
"I'm going to have him fuck my wife," Steve announced.
The blonde gasped.
The man just stared, a gleam in his eyes.
Sharon had heard her husband's remark, but she was in such a dazed state that his words hadn't gotten through to her immediately. When they did, she gasped and scrambled off the bed.
Barbara watched her head for the bathroom and she followed, preventing Sharon from closing the door.
"I can understand that you want to clean up a little after that sodomy," she said, "and that's okay. But don't get any ideas about locking yourself in here."
"But you heard what Steve said," Sharon exclaimed in anguish, as she pushed the hair away from her tear-filled eyes. "He's going to have the dog take me."
"So?" Barbara didn't bat an eyelash. "You enjoyed the other. You'll enjoy this, too."
"I did not enjoy. . ."
Sharon found it impossible to complete the statement, because the other woman's eyes were calling her a liar.
"You know you deserve to be punished," Barbara said. "And Steve's right when he thinks you haven't been punished enough yet. I'll leave the door open. Clean yourself and get back out here."
So everyone was against her, Sharon concluded. But she knew Barbara was right. She did deserve further punishment and she supposed, deep down inside, that she actually wanted the dog!
The bearded man led the great beast into the room. He sniffed at the naked blonde, then walked over to nuzzle Todd, who still lay in a heap on the floor, his eyes closed.
"Sharon, come here!" Steve called imperiously.
After a few moments, she appeared in the bathroom doorway. She had wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, and looked at him levelly.
"Get onto your hands and knees on the bed," he directed.
She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed.
"Stick your ass up in the air," he commanded. "This is going to be doggy style for real!"
A shiver went through her, but she obeyed this command also. She spread her legs well apart, her shaggy little cunt in full view.
"Get your dog up onto the bed behind her," Steve told the man with the beard.
"Baby, I don't want to get in trouble for this," he said, hesitating.
"There won't be any trouble. Get the Goddamned dog up there."
The blonde and Barbara watched in speechless fascination. The dog's master appeared fascinated also, if his upright prick was any indication.
Sharon gazed over her shoulder fearfully, although she felt a strangely pleasurable anticipation.
The dog was positioned on the bed behind the submissively exposed young woman. The beast eyed her wide-open ass, then moved closer and began to sniff. Sharon felt his intake of breath stir the hairs around her cunt, and she whimpered.
Oh, why doesn't he do it? she thought. Why doesn't he climb up on top of me and stick his thing in my hole? I want it! Oh God, I want it now!
But Adolf chose to take his time. Evidently this was something very new and strange to him. However, he obviously was interested.
After sniffing Sharon's cunt and asshole quite thoroughly, he unleashed his long, red tongue and began to lick her between the legs. A spasm of wild sensation shook her. The feel of the beast's moist tongue licking up and down her pussy and along the crack of her ass was extremely stimulating in an odd and frightening way.
As everyone watched the beast sniff and lick Sharon's ass, his cock came out, long and red and gleaming. It was a ferocious looking thing and very large, befitting the dog's size. Steve winced as he saw it, but he didn't waver in his determination to have the beast fuck his wife.
She had taken on her own brother, Steve reminded himself, so she would take on the dog, too. That seemed right and fitting.
"Up, Adolf!" the dog's master commanded. "Up!" He gave a jerk on the beast's collar, and the animal raised his forepaws onto Sharon's back.
She shuddered as she felt the large, rough paws slide against her skin. Because of the way she was positioned, with her legs flexed and her shoulders against the mattress, she could bear his considerable weight.
"Let's help him get close to her," Steve said as he bent to position one of the animal's hind legs.
The dog's master guided the other leg, and together the two men shoved him up close to Sharon's ass so that his springy-stiff penis wedged into her crack. She gasped and recoiled. But erotic excitement played an equal part in her response. Along with that, there was the desire for further punishment and further debasement.
She felt that after this perverted act was over she would be truly free. And she believed that Steve might be free of his hatred for her, also. At least, she dared to hope that would be so.
"Help the dog get his cock into her cunt," Steve told the beast's master.
The latter reached underneath the animal, grasped his slippery prick, and tilted it downward slightly so its tip became lodged in Sharon's wet, flaring vagina. The dog whined and jerked his head irritably, but his master managed to achieve the contact between dog cock and girl cunt.
The feel of the canine penis nosing its way into her vagina sent a new shuddering spasm through Sharon's body. She felt as if she was about to climax, but at the same time she remained frightened. She moaned.
Just then Todd, still on the floor, blinked his eyes, realized what had happened to him, and sat up. He stared with amazement over the edge of the bed at the huge dog poised on his sister's rump, his prick making contact with her vagina. At first Todd thought he was having a hallucination. Such a thing couldn't be happening! he thought. But as he continued to watch, he became convinced that it was real.
He thought about jumping to Sharon's defense, but it became obvious to him that she was willing to have the act proceed. She was waiting for the dog to thrust his dick fully into her.
It didn't take Adolf long to accomplish that, now that the contact between penis and vagina had been achieved. The dog hunched, and Sharon gasped as his slippery, rigid prick glided deep into her cunt. It felt strange and brutal, but it excited her fully as much as a man's cock would have, more, in a way, because of the perversity of the act.
The dog began to pull and thrust rhythmically, driving his hot dick in and out of her at a rapid rate. His great paws slid scratchingly against her back, and saliva dripped from his gaping jaws to stream over her shoulders.
She moaned and began to move her hips against the beast's fucking thrusts. She felt herself nearing an orgasm, and she gasped, then let out a frenzied yelp. She pumped her hips rapidly, and the big dog fucked her in fervent response.
She came, the encircling muscles of her cunt clutching spastically at the dog's pumping prick. Then the beast finished, letting out a little whine as his hot semen squirted into her, hosing the depths of her vagina.
Barbara's eyes gleamed.
"My God!" said the fascinated blonde.
Todd sat on the floor and stared stupidly at the fantastic display.
The dog clambered backward off Sharon, and his master allowed the beast to leap off the bed. Sharon rolled over and stared up at her husband, her eyes strangely glazed and her lips slack.
Steve's cock was up.
He didn't hate her any longer. In fact, he felt a wave of tender compassion for her.
He quickly fell atop her and drove his penis into her still-quivering cunt.
"Baby ... baby ..." he groaned as he fucked her.
Todd got up and searched for his clothes.
The blonde and the bearded man sank to the floor and went into an erotic clinch. Barbara glanced hopefully at Todd.
"You don't have to put your clothes on right away, do you?" she asked.
"Damned right, I do!" he said. "I've been here long enough."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet. To the Goddamned Army, I suppose. But I know I've got to get out of here."
Steve and Sharon paid no attention to what was going on around them. They had each other now, and they felt a mutual oneness that they hadn't known before. As they fucked blissfully, the rest of the world could have disappeared, for all they cared.
Later that night, when they were alone and lying quietly in bed, Sharon told Steve how she felt.
"I enjoyed what happened," she said. "I really enjoyed it, as strange as that sounds."
"Because you thought you needed the punishment?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Partly that. But mostly because it was you doing those things to me. You must have changed your ideas about sex, or you wouldn't have done them."
"Yeah, I've changed, I guess. I believe I'm ready to accept you now, the way you are. No. Accept isn't the right word. What I mean to say is I'm prepared to appreciate you."
"Darling..." She snuggled close to him, and they kissed.
"I was pretty narrow-minded before. But that business with your brother, that was too much."
"I'll never let Todd touch me again," she promised. "Anyway, he's gone. I guess he's made up his mind he's going to be drafted."
"The Army may be good for him."
"Is it good for anybody?" Sharon asked.
"Some guys seem to like it. And some seem to need it. I don't know about Todd, but he sure as hell needs something to settle him down."
"Lover?" she asked softly.
"Yes, hon?"
"Would you be very angry if I asked to do something for you? Something that would please me--and you, too, I hope?"
"What's that?"
"I'd like to suck your cock, Steve," she said softly.
"And I'd like you to do it, darling," he replied.
They kissed again, then she quickly pushed the covers off him and slid lower on the bed. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, furnishing all the illumination they needed.
Sharon placed her hand on her husband's cock and balls, and began to fondle his relaxed privates gently. Though he had exerted himself a great deal that night already, new power flowed into his loins, and his prick stiffened to stand rigidly erect.
He had bathed before coming to bed, and his organ exuded only the fresh odor of his maleness as she leaned close to it. She encircled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and slid the foreskin back away from his inflated glans. She blew gently at the tip of the organ, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick the smooth, rounded head.
Steve writhed blissfully as his beautiful young wife tongued his glans. She lapped gently against the underside of the knob, then worked slowly around the ridge. She fluttered her tongue teasingly against the very tip of his prick, and a drop of clear moisture came out to roll back on her tongue and down her throat.
Now she licked and nibbled along the entire length of his penis and proceeded to pay loving attention to his balls. She sucked at them individually and licked the wrinkled, hairy sac all over. She lifted the sac and licked underneath it.
This act was giving her a great deal of pleasure, not only because of the physical sensations involved, but because of the supplication which it indicated. He was her absolute master--he had proved that earlier tonight--and she was, by this act of humility, begging for his love and kind treatment. She was putting herself completely in his hands, to do with as he wished. And she knew he would love her without inhibition from now on.
As she licked and sucked at the soft skin surrounding his testicles, she had an urge to go even farther. She must never hold back with him, she decided, just as she expected him never to hold back with her.
"Turn over, darling," she whispered as she raised her head.
He rolled onto his stomach.
She stroked the firm, hair-strewn mounds of his buttocks and the backs of his thighs. Gradually he eased his legs apart. She climbed between them and positioned herself on her knees.
As a sweet surge of excitement mounted within her, she took hold of his buttocks and pinched them so that they separated. She looked at the dark, hairy furrow between, and particularly at the puckered depression which it contained.
She leaned closer and blew into the dimple of his ass. He writhed and moaned pleasurably.
Now she stuck out her tongue once more and lowered her face until it was pressed directly between his buttocks. She licked at his tingling asshole, deriving a keen sense of enjoyment from this most humbling of all acts.
As her passion increased she pressed the tip of her tongue against his sphincter and wormed it moistly into his ass. She clamped her wet lips around the aperture and sucked as she stroked her tongue slowly in and out ... in and out.
She tongued his ass in this manner for a long time, until he became wild with lust, then she let him roll over and she took his immense throbbing cockhead into her warm, loving mouth.
She sucked his cock with intense ardor, pumping her head briskly up and down. His glans rode the velvety length of her lapping tongue, surging into her throat and bunting the roof of her mouth. Her teeth scraped his shaft, and her lips sucked unceasingly.
Finally Steve could hold back no longer, and his cock gushed into Sharon's sucking mouth and throat. She drank the thick bland-tasting cream, loving it because it was his.
He knew now what her needs were, and he resolved to tend to them thoroughly for as long as he remained at home. But what about after he left for Alaska to serve his next five-month stint? he wondered.
The one thing he didn't want to have happen was for Todd to come messing around again.
The next morning, without discussing it with Sharon, he put in a call to Barbara. That afternoon she came over, catching Sharon at home alone, as Steve had planned.
Sharon was surprised to see the other girl--and not too happy about it, either, because Steve had been out with her the night before. But Barbara had proved, also, that she had an understanding of Sharon's needs. Now she quickly convinced Sharon that she wanted to be her friend.
"Steve doesn't mean anything to me," she said frankly as they had coffee together. "He's a great guy, and I like him, but I certainly wouldn't try to take him away from you. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure I couldn't do that even if I wanted to."
"I hope that's right," Sharon replied with equal frankness.
"You can bet on it. You're the only woman he wants. Of course, that's not to say that he may not screw around a bit when he's up in Alaska. Boys will be boys, you know." Barbara smiled.
"That's where they have the advantage, I guess," Sharon observed.
"I wouldn't, say that," Barbara replied thoughtfully. "There are ways for lonely wives to be taken care of, also--that is, if they know the right people and if they have a good understanding with their husbands."
"What are you getting at?" Sharon asked.
"Just this. I could, well, arrange to have you meet a few fellows while Steve's gone. Not the wild sort who were at the party last night, but some good, clean young studs. Guys who like to fuck instead of drink and blow pot. Know what I mean?"
Sharon believed she knew. But she was afraid Steve wouldn't approve. After all, she thought, she had pledged to be true to him from now on.
Barbara continued. "Some of these fellows are barely into their teens. You see, I have a younger brother, too, just like you have. But my brother, Rick, is only sixteen years old." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she went on. "He's introduced me to a number of his friends."
The thought of screwing a real young man, someone even younger than Todd, thrilled Sharon. But at the same time, she didn't want to do anything that Steve would disapprove of.
"I'm afraid that's out, Barbara," she said regretfully. "Thanks just the same."
"What's the' matter? Are you afraid hubby wouldn't like it?"
"That's just what I'm afraid of," Sharon admitted.
"Well, you might be wrong about that," Barbara said. "Why don't you discuss it with Steve and find out?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Barbara smiled. "I thought you two had a perfect understanding now. That means you ought to be able to talk about anything and everything. Take my advice and discuss it with Steve tonight. He won't be angry, I guarantee it."
Sharon wondered how the other girl could be so positive about this. But she gave Barbara a great deal of credit for her sexual know-how, and the thought of having some young boys to entertain her while Steve was gone was very appealing.
"All right," she finally agreed. "I'll take it up with Steve and let you know."
She waited until they were in bed together that evening and the lights were out.
She said, "You know, I'll expect you to have some sex when you go up North again. I realize that a man can't get along without women for five months."
"How about a young woman getting along without men for that length of time?" Steve asked, taking her hand. "That can be just as difficult."
"Yes, it can be," she admitted.
He continued. "So I'm willing to give you as much freedom as you're giving me."
"Really, darling?" she asked happily.
"Of course. Just one condition--stay away from Todd."
"He won't be back here again, I'm pretty sure," she said.
Now she had something to think about, and to look forward to. But for the next couple of weeks, Steve would still be with her, and that was the time that was really important to both of them.
So as not to lose a moment, she rolled into his arms.
"I love you, darling, very much," she murmured as she took hold of his cock.
"I love you, too," he told her.
Several quick strokes of her hand on his penis were all that was required to put him into a condition of thrusting readiness. He slid toward the foot of the bed and readied her with his tongue. Then she swung astride him and took his virile shaft up into her throbbing vagina.
As they began to fuck, she knew that all was well with the world. She had, she fervently believed, the closest thing to a perfect marriage that had ever existed on God's green earth.