Chapter 2
Unlike Debbie and most of the young wives in the town, the sheriff's wife was not from a small town, and it showed. There was something hard and knowing about her. In addition to her sultry sexiness, an aura of slick San Francisco clung to her sharp features and slender curves.
At thirty-five, Valerie Watkins had seen more and knew more than Debbie would ever know even if she lived to be a hundred. She was still strikingly sexy and as she stepped into the living room of Debbie's white frame house, she curled her lip slightly. Val never could get used to hick towns and overstuffed furniture and intensely hot summer days.
But, staring at the tawny blonde with smoldering eyes, the sheriff's wife told herself there were compensations even for a hick town like this. Country pussy, and this one was pure chicken delight! Hot, ripe little tits—not little, really, but plumply juicy —beautiful, pouty mouth, enormous green eyes, the most darling ass Val could imagine, and just a kid of twenty-one or -two.
She had to hand it to her husband, the stud really knew how to pick 'em.
Now—and the thought made Val's lips and tongue tingle sharply—it was her turn.
Val tossed her long dark hair impatiently behind her and sat, uninvited, on the living room sofa. She patted the seat beside her.
"Put it down here, Debbie. Don't bother with a lot of stalling and bullshit about coffee or tea, and don't pop those gorgeous green eyes out at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. Sit!"
Trembling now, Debbie awkwardly sat beside the older woman. She'd met Valerie before at the sheriff's office, and, like a lot of country girls, both admired and feared her. Ed's wife was so sleek, so sure of herself, so obviously big-city, that the rumors about her were probably true.
She'd been a teenage prostitute when Ed met her as a young cop in San Francisco, fifteen or sixteen years ago. He had fallen for her like a ton of bricks, straightened her out and married her. She must have been an absolute knockout then, Debbie realized as she stared at Val now. Even in her mid-thirties, Ed's wife was stunning, although her face could be really hard, as it was now. Her body was still very firm, with high, almost pointed tits, long silken legs that even casually crossed looked like a model's, and gleaming black eyes that now sent shivers of fear up Debbie's spine.
Val lit a cigarette before she spoke, her eyes running up and down the blonde's luscious tits and bare legs. The sheriff's wife hadn't made it with a girl for two weeks now, and she was intensely hot for a delicious young pussy.
In a lot of ways Debbie reminded her of her own teenage daughter, Vicky, although Vicky was a brunette.
And still a virgin.
But not for much longer, by God!
"How long have you and my husband been screwing around?" she asked Debbie sharply.
The young blonde gulped. "That's not true! I mean... "
"Cut the crap," Val hissed, putting her hand on Debbie's plump thigh and squeezing hard to make her gasp. "How long?"
Debbie's voice shook and her face burned. "A month. It wasn't my fault! He—he came onto me one night, and the next thing I knew... " A slow smile curved Val's lips. Poor little pussy was scared out of her panties! If she only knew how Ed and she worked as a team, a slick, relentlessly hungry team with Ed moving in first, plowing his massive rod brutally into their juicy little cunts, and then, when he had his fill and they were hooked on the sheriff, it was Val's turn to dive into their plump hot tits and darling asses and irresistibly luscious pussies.
Then the three-way games began.
Only in San Francisco it had been much, much easier, because it was such a big, wide-open city, and here in this one-horse town everyone knew everyone else's business, dammit! So they had to exercise caution, picking their sex-partners with care, making absolutely certain they didn't screw around with single girls. Singles had nothing to lose if they raised hell afterward, but married girls were a different story...
Come to think of it, Debbie's husband was a hunk of stud himself.
Later for him, Val told herself as her fingers trailed across Debbie's bare silken thigh. Right now it was all she could do to keep from burrowing her frantic mouth down between those tawny thighs and scooping up the blonde's boiling honey in her tongue like a mad shovel!
"Nobody's blaming you," she told Debbie in a husky voice. "But if your husband ever found out, you'd have hell to pay, wouldn't you?"
Debbie's wide green eyes shone with fright. Slowly, she nodded, hypnotized by Val's gleaming dark eyes. She was sharply aware of the dark-haired woman's fingers gently teasing her bare thighs, moving inch by inch up toward her crotch, but she was paralyzed with a strange blend of fear and feverish excitement. She'd been so aroused thinking about Ed's huge prick, her cunt was soaked by the time she'd answered the door. And then the resulting panic, and now the dizzying relief when she realized Val wasn't out for blood or vengeance, but...
What did she want?
"You know, don't you, that I can spill everything to your husband?" Val asked her in a silky voice, leaning close, her tits heaving. "And you know who he'd blame, don't you? They always blame the woman!"
Debbie stared at her, trembling. "You wouldn't tell him, would you?"
"I might." Val stubbed out her cigarette and leaned still closer to the sexy blonde, her fingers now trailing up beneath the hem of her light summer dress, inching closer to the fountain of lust, the wildly hot, delicious feast Val had first learned to crave when she was still a teenager on the streets.
The dark-haired swinger had been a switch-hitter since she was sixteen years old, milking the best of both worlds, loving pricks and pussies with equal fervor. That was one of the reasons Ed had married her, of course.
So she could get girls for him and they could have threesomes.
Only now, after so many bizarre and wild triangles, they both preferred to suck and fuck them alone first, and then trip into the triangle. This was because Val had cultivated some very strange urges of her own during the years. There were things she loved to do to juicy little housewives like Debbie that would make the poor blonde's blood turn to ice if she knew!
"I might tell him," Val said softly, cupping her palm to Debbie's hotly moist crotch lewdly, "but it's up to you, honey. Know what I mean?"
Debbie gulped, shaking her head frantically. It never occurred to her until this moment that the sheriff's wife might like girls. Essentially naive and small-town, Debbie didn't even know what a switch-hitter was. Besides, the idea of sex with another girl or woman just never occurred to her. In her mind sex was something you did with a good-looking man, something that started out in the back seats of cars in drive-in movies, and then happened in a wide assortment of wild places, but then settled down to a marriage bed, with an occasional fling on the side.
Her wide green eyes were about to be opened to a whole new world of exotic possibilities, beyond her wildest imaginings.
"What I mean," Val whispered, fiercely hot herself now at the moist plumpness of Debbie's young things trembling beneath her caressing fingers. "What I mean, honey, is that you'll be perfectly safe if you're good to me, but you'll be in hot water up to your nipples if you're not! And in the process, angel-titties, I'm gonna make you so happy you'll think you've just died and gone to heaven... Mmmmmm, you're hot now, aren't you, darling? Really hot!"
The blonde was tremendously aroused now, through a combination of Val's lewd fingers stroking her juicy cunt and the strange, sexy presence of the sheriff's wife and her earlier eagerness for Val's massively hung husband.
In her simple mind, Debbie didn't exactly know what was going to happen, but there were delicious ripples of guilt surging through her blood and soft involuntary whimpers escaping her throat as her plump thighs parted widely, eager to be finger-fucked.
Val wore a T-shirt and jeans, and although she had to wear a bra because her tits had gotten bigger and more lushly rounded in her thirties, she never, ever, wore panties, loving the feel of the rough crotch of her jeans next to her pussy. More than anything, the dark-haired swinger wanted to strip on the spot, rip off Debbie's clothes and just dig ferociously into her tawny young flesh.
But long experience had taught her the value of timing. Although hot and panting and moaning softly, the cute little bitch could still back off, still be shocked if Val got too aggressive.
She slipped a finger inside the blonde's soaked panties and found the dripping lips of her cunt, ramming a finger into the luscious depths. Instantly, Debbie sucked in her breath and began lasciviously pumping on Val's finger, shocked and profoundly excited at being masturbated by another woman.
Then Val leaned forward and kissed the blonde passionately, snaking her tongue deeply into her hot mouth. While one hand lustfully finger-fucked Debbie, the other played with her swollen young tits, stroking, squeezing, loving them. The sheriff's wife didn't really want to go through all these preliminaries but she knew that a little petting and romance never hurt. Not for a couple of minutes anyway.
God, her cunt was hot and tight and juicy! It trembled and sucked and spasmed madly on her pumping finger, gushing out honey in a small flood of passion, making Val's lips and tongue tingle with aching hunger.
She loved to eat young pussy, and if it ever came to a showdown between going down and sucking off a huge burning cock or a delectable young pussy, Val would have to choose a madly sucking little slit like Debbie's every time.
Or like her own daughter, Vicky's. But that was forbidden territory—for now. She and her husband had some hot arguments over that, with the issue still unresolved.
Suddenly Val pulled back her mouth and slipped her soaked finger out of Debbie's furiously jerking cunt. "The bedroom!" she whispered hoarsely. "Let's go!"
Her face flushed and her tits heaving wildly, Debbie got up and led Val upstairs to the bedroom, aware that she was hotter than she'd ever been in her life. She'd been about to come when the sheriff's wife suddenly stopped finger-fucking her and now Debbie felt as if her pussy was on fire, her loins roaring away like a blast furnace.
"Strip," Val commanded urgently.
While Debbie, moaning and trembling, slipped out of her thin dress and bra and panties, Val undressed with swift practiced movements, her blazing eyes never leaving the blonde's tawny flesh.
"Oh shit, that looks good!" Val whispered, licking her lips greedily. Every ripe curve was plumply defined, with just a mouth-watering coating of baby-fat, hotly swelling young tits with huge dusky nipples, lusciously rounded hips, smooth plump thighs and moist golden cunt-hairs.
The urge to suck and fuck this gorgeous young housewife was so violent in Val's blood that she felt like leaping on her with a soft scream of lust to kiss and suck and bite every inch of that satiny flesh.
In Val's handbag, she'd brought her special dildo, but it was too early for that yet. When she got through brutally fucking Debbie with that monster, the girl would follow her around like a dewy-eyed puppy begging for more!
She wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde and eased her down on the mattress, crushing her own creamy tits to Debbie's tawny ones, grinding their hot cunts together lustfully to make Debbie gasp with excitement. Val's sleek, white nakedness was a perfect contrast to the blonde's lush plumpness, to her golden skin and silky hot curves, and for a couple of minutes the sheriff's wife French-kissed her and made hot fucking motions with her hips to create a delicious friction between their dripping cunts.
Debbie began clawing Val's naked back and jerking her thighs urgently, deep moans coming from her throat. She'd never been held, much less fondled and feverishly aroused by a naked woman, and the strange sensations were sending fierce waves of lust through her naked flesh. Val's tits were hot and huge against hers, her cunt-lips rubbing passionately to Debbie's, making her want to scream with impatience.
Val was whispering things to her now, obscene things that triggered her wild lust to even greater heights.
"Gonna suck your hot little pussy off, you juicy country angel," Val murmured, squeezing Debbie's swollen tits roughly in her fingers. "Gonna suck you dry and lick your gorgeous ass and do things to you no man ever dreamed of, pussy-love! Mmmmmm, God, your tits are so hot and luscious! Hang on, baby, because you're going to get the blowjob of your life!"
The obscene words were intended to add fuel to Debbie's inner fire, and they always succeeded in making girls hotter, in driving them into a frenzy of excitement. This diabolical teasing and suspense wasn't just showmanship On Val's part, though. Lavish promises worked them up, true, and the more frantic they got, then the more profound and shattering it was when they got their rocks off, but Val indulged in such depraved teasing because it primed them for the bizarre games to come, for the eerie torment and wild thrills that enabled the sleek switch-hitter to get her own rocks off later.
Now the sheriff's wife slid down and clutched a firm hot tit in her fingers and sucked feverishly on the nipple, making Debbie cry out with urgency. Val tongued and kissed and gently bit the fat little tip, massaging the burning mound in her greedy fingers. You could fuck a girl's tits if they were big enough, and Debbie's, when they were ripely swollen with desire as they were now, were certainly made for that.
Men weren't the only ones who could use a girl's beautiful breasts sexually. Val would suck and tease and work on a gorgeous tit until the whole mound trembled with frenzied excitement, the nipple burning hot and engorged with blood. Then she'd straddle the heaving tit, holding it firmly in her fingers, and she'd work her dripping pussy down on it, using the hot flesh to cram her cunt until she was climaxing in dreamy waves all over the breast.
Only there wasn't any time for luxuries like that right now. Val slid her lips down over Debbie's softly rounded belly, seizing folds of satiny flesh in her mouth and lewdly biting and tonguing it. She clutched the blonde's big silky ass in her hands and then showered dainty kisses in a circle around Debbie's softly sucking little cunt, the teasing making the young housewife sob and thrash on the now-soaked mattress.
Hunched between the girl's trembling thighs, Val used one hand to press on Debbie's belly, fully exposing her pink pussy. She stared, blazing-eyed, at her forthcoming feast, filling her nostrils with cunt-fragrance. Like a beautiful rosebud, Val thought, utterly sweet and kissable, a natural replica of a girl's lips. Christ, if it tasted as good as it looked and smelled, she'd be in paradise!
"Pleeeeeease!" Debbie groaned, sinking her fingernails into Val's bare shoulders frantically. "Oh, I'm so hot! Please don't tease me any—any —aaaaaaah! Oh, god in Heaven, oooooh! Eeeeee, yessss, yesssss!"
The switch-hitter had begun with a fiercely passionate kiss on Debbie's silky cunt-lips. Then she'd plunged her tongue deep and hard between the juicy walls, eagerly beginning to scoop up her boiling honey, feverish animal moans coming from Val's throat.
It was fantastically hot and delicious, easily some of the best pussy the sheriff's wife had ever crammed into her wild mouth, a fountain of squirming, sucking flesh and nectar, a madly exciting, tremendously juicy, young cunt.
And Val knew, because she'd gone down on hundreds of young girls and women in the course of her lust-inspired life. Sucking and lapping and kissing in a frenzy of impatience at the blonde's drenched thighs, Val smeared cunt-juice over her face in her wanton abandon, loving the sticky-sweet smell and feel of it on her cheeks, unable to get enough of Debbie's gushing honey, every drop trickling down her throat sparking a greater hunger for more.
Over the years, the sheriff's wife had developed a rating score for pussy, giving so many points for fragrance, texture, taste, eagerness, sucking-power, honey-content and just about every conceivable sensation associated with cunt-sucking.
Debbie may not have been the brightest thing in creation, or even the prettiest or sexiest, although she was pure California Cunt with her tawny tan and shimmering blonde hair and wide green eyes, but the young housewife was undeniably one of the hottest, wildest, most exciting pussies Val had ever sucked off.
"Commmming!" Debbie screamed now, locking her burning thighs deliriously to Val's face and swinging her ripe ass in a mad frenzy of delight. "Oh, Val! Oh, God! Oh, shit, I—oooooh! Uuuugh!—love it, aaaagh!"
Never in her innocent small-town young life did Debbie ever dream she could have an orgasm like the incredible, nerve-racking, spine-tingling explosion taking place in her furiously sucking pussy at this moment. Boys and men both had gone down on the sexy young blonde since she'd lost her cherry at the age of fifteen to a football player in high school. She enjoyed it, of course, and got her rocks off almost every time, but they were unbelievably crude compared to the fantastically hot thrills she was feeling right now from the sleek swinger's crazed mouth. The most unbelievable, shattering orgasm of her entire life was welling up in her seething loins at this moment as Val sucked passionately on her tiny clit-bud, flicking her tongue-tip across the button like a fiery whip of pleasure.
Debbie hugged the woman's face deliriously to her thrashing pussy and screamed and shuddered from head to toe as the blowjob of her life continued with relentless lust, as Val used her blazing mouth like a magnet of sex-fire.
Arching her back and rolling her eyes and coming madly all over Val's face, Debbie knew deep down she'd never be the same after this profound experience, that she'd crave having her pussy eaten by the sheriff's wildly swinging wife every chance she got.
Right now she couldn't stop coming, waves of obscene ecstasy tearing through her fiercely sucking cunt like sheets of fire, tingling every inch of her sweating naked flesh. Then an astonishing thrill shot through her tender asshole as Val's tongue slithered deep inside that tunnel, lapping, churning, and sucking hard enough to bring tears of wanton joy to Debbie's glazed eyes.
At that moment, Debbie became hooked for life on the depraved joys of oral sex with women. She'd never felt anything even faintly resembling the dreamy thrills of a long hot tongue slithering lustfully up her asshole while she was still coming over a sexy woman's face, and so frantically happy and hot was the young blonde housewife that she sat up and tugged urgently at Val's armpits, wanting to return the lewd ecstasy with her own eager mouth.
But Val was totally immersed in her own eerie excitement. While still savoring the taste of sweet hot pussy in her mouth, she put Debbie's tender, squirming asshole against her tongue. Even the sexy blonde's butthole tasted like honey! Now the swinger's whole face tingled with pleasure, smeared obscenely next to Debbie's dripping cunt while she snaked deeper in her asshole, her hands constantly roving over ripe, sweating young flesh, exploring, loving, caressing Debbie's plump tits and rounded hips and luscious ass-cheeks, pinching and stroking, on fire with lust.
"Please!" Debbie wailed. "I wanna eat you too, Val! Oh, Jesus, hurry, please, honey! I wanna suck you off too!"
Without missing a stroke of her burning lips which had darted back to Debbie's luscious slit, Val expertly shifted her naked body around the mattress in reverse over the eager blonde. Her knees were on each side of Debbie's ribs, her tits pressing into the girl's soft belly, her own creamy thighs looming over Debbie's face. Coming in steady, lustful spasms that made her ass swing furiously, the moaning blonde clutched Val's naked hips and tugged downward quickly.
And the moment her mouth made contact with the swinger's hot silken cunt, a soft scream of sheer, depraved happiness welled up in Debbie's throat.
It was sweet against her lips and tongue, and dripping with sex-excitement when Debbie began sucking the hot flesh. She explored in a frenzy of delight, lapping deep with her tongue and then finding Val's tiny hot clit with her lips to suck on it passionately, then, in obscene imitation, sliding her mouth up to Val's ass-crack where she rammed her tongue, all the while climaxing feverishly against Val's face.
Both women rocked and moaned and thrashed on the mattress now, caught up in the fierce thrills of sixty-nine, each striving to outdo the other in a contest of wanton thrills.
Val was beginning to come in earnest now, slamming her fiery cunt brutally against the blonde's sweet mouth, her own crazed mouth on fire with insatiable lust, craving an endless fountain of the tawny girl's pussy-juices, unable to control her greed.
The blonde was fantastically satisfying, all sweetness and fire and honey and silk, pure luscious cunt, the kind Val had dreams about at night. And while she devoured Debbie's delicious slit with savage desire, her mind sorted and classified and savored and remembered, always comparing to other hotly sucking pussies.
Debbie was living proof you could never tell what kind of sex a girl could offer. Val's husband had told her the pouty blonde was a fantastic fuck—hell, he ought to know with his record of lust—but their tastes had been known to differ violently. For one thing, Debbie was "cute," and normally Val didn't like this coy, kittenish type, the kind who wore baby-doll nighties. Her ass was too plump, although sensuously rounded, and she had too much baby-fat.
But once she'd gotten her mouth down to the feast itself, it was like plugging into a wet electric socket! Her little cunt had incredible magnetism that sent spasms of maddening excitement through Val's lips and tongue. Debbie's pussy was a mass of animal fire, squirming joyously, gushing profusely, and sucking back at Val's lips with raw sex-power. It was an utterly delicious, fragrant, and boiling-hot heaven.
Val dug her fingers ferociously into Debbie's hotly swinging ass-cheeks and plunged her tongue deeper, as far as it would go into the silken juicy depths, her nose crushed to Debbie's puckered little asshole while she came all over the blonde's stinging mouth.
They were both moaning wildly now, locked in a frenzy of mutual orgasm, Val's sleek white flesh pounding and heaving against Debbie's soft tawny ripeness, their unrestrained cries echoing loudly in the bedroom.
The sheriff's wife had her first girl when she was only seventeen, but she'd already been on the streets since she was fifteen years old, a runaway from a drunken mother she detested. The girl was a year younger than Val, and she too was a runaway looking for a place to "crash" for the night. Val's motives were pure innocence when she took her back to her hotel room, remembering how rough it had been for herself when she'd run away.
The girl was very pretty with long, shimmering chestnut hair, and she was frightened by life on the streets. So Val had taken her in her arms in bed that night, wanting only to reassure her, like a big sister, but the feel of the girl's sweet hot tits against her naked ones, the heat of her soft wet thighs, the contact of silky young flesh rubbing together set off some blazing spark deep inside her.
Minutes later Val was irresistibly drawn down to the girl's wet thighs and then she'd plunged into an eerie, madly exciting world of oral sex, sucking the crying girl off in periodic bursts of savage lust, an hour at a time, letting her rest for a few minutes while she lasciviously licked at her adorable ass and then returning to the source of her fascination.
They had lived together for two months and for survival had sold their young bodies to men during the day but had torrid sex with each other at night for the sheer wild pleasure of it.
Then the girl had drifted out of Val's life, running off with some hippies to Los Angeles and Val never heard from her again. Even now, many years later, she wondered about her, about what eventually happened to her. She probably married some straight guy, like Val did herself, and settled down to raise a family.
Shortly after the girl left her, Val had been arrested by her future husband, Ed. He'd been a young, tough, good-looking cop and she'd gone to live with him, and a few months later married him.
They had two basic things in common: They both loved to fuck and they both loved girls. It turned out to be an ideal arrangement...
And ever since, they'd shared their girls equally, Val frequently picking up young runaways for Ed. For a while they ran a sort of halfway-house for female teenagers in San Francisco, but then because he was a cop and word was beginning to get around about Val's kinky sex tastes, they'd played it straight, with Ed picking up secretaries and working girls in bars and bringing them home for threesomes.
And just two years ago he'd applied for the sheriff's job in this county and had gotten it. Here they had to be even more careful than in San Francisco, choosing only married women who had too much to lose by spilling everything. But even now word was beginning to get around town, dammit. It seemed as if it was impossible to keep anything private or confidential in this jerkwater town, the sleek switch-hitter realized with anger.
The blonde was almost suffocating her with her moist hot thighs now, jerking feverishly as she climaxed in torrents of ecstasy against Val's mouth, her fingers clawing deliriously over Val's naked ass.
Quickly Val pulled her mouth away from Debbie's frantic pussy and sat up, heaving for breath, leaning forward on her palms while the moaning housewife continued sucking her off in her newly discovered lust.
The sheriffs wife swung her ass back and forth while she caught her breath, shuddering as Debbie's harshly greedy lips and tongue lashed at her boiling slit, fucking the girl's face rhythmically. She gave a crude blowjob, clumsy and overeager, but Val couldn't fault her for effort. Practice and time was all the blonde needed. For that matter, Debbie was so sexy and exciting and delicious to go down on, the swinger didn't really give a damn whether the girl ate her or not.
But it was important that she did reciprocate, for a lot of reasons. For one thing, Val liked to hook girls so they were willing to do anything for her, giving her a sense of obscene triumph and power, a delicious feeling that was indescribable. Having your own eager, panting sex-slave did wonders for your ego.
For another thing, Val strongly felt that if a girl was going to go down on another girl at all, the least she could do was give her a decent blowjob. As awkward as the feverish young housewife was with her frantic tongue lapping wildly in Val's pussy, she was already learning the delicate tricks of clit-nibbling and hot teasing and asshole-tickling.
"Ease up!" Val snapped when she tried to wrench free of the blonde's fierce grip. She knew how pussy-eating could quickly become an obsession and Debbie was already whimpering and moaning for more when Val jerked away from her.
Now both naked women lay on the bed heaving for breath, Debbie cuddling up to the-swinger with adoring eyes. Val had corrupted so many girls that she wasn't overly impressed. It was a standard routine for her, turning them on.
"Oh wow," Debbie sighed, "that was more fun than your husband!"
"You're going to have to swing with both of us at the same time before you make that judgment," Val said dryly.
"At the same time?" Debbie echoed in a daze. The torrid sex encounter happened so fast she still couldn't grasp the fact that she'd just had a wild sixty-nine session with another woman. "How?" she added curiously.
Val laughed, playing with her dusky nipples to make the blonde shiver. "You'll find out soon enough, angel-pussy. And if your husband wasn't so square, I wouldn't mind making it with you and him at the same time, either."
"He'd never go for that," Debbie said flatly.
"The hell he won't," Val retorted. What this cute, coy, ripe-assed little blond knew about men you could put in a thimble and have room left over for your thumb.
The sheriffs wife was getting hot again as she played with Debbie's luscious tits and naked hot ass. It was time, Val decided, for the Big One—the most shattering, spine-tingling, pussy-rocking, mind-blowing screw of Debbie's innocent young life.
Val got up and padded over to where she'd left her handbag. From it she removed an enormous red dildo, shaped perfectly like a gigantic prick. The entire ten-inch length was covered with scores of tiny pimple-like mounds, and its upward curve ended in a massive knob.
When you switched it on inside a girl's pussy, she went absolutely wild. A harness was attached to it which went around Val's hips and under her crotch so it could be worn securely.
But the real power—and danger—of the huge cock lay in a tiny red button beneath the base. When this was pressed, a sharp current of voltage tore through the dildo and through its victim's tender cunt. Pressing it down just as a girl was having a climax gave her an incredible thrill, the shock acting as a catalyst to her orgasm, sending convulsive ripples of maddening pleasure through her loins. But the danger lay in pressing the button down too long because the human nervous system could only take so much, pain or pleasure, and if a girl didn't faint she could easily lose her mind.
That is exactly what happened to one eighteen-year-old college student in San Francisco a couple of years before. Val had picked the girl up on a campus lawn, brought her home and seduced her, and in a fit of sudden perverse cruelty, she'd held the button down for a solid two minutes as she'd savagely fucked the slender redhead. The girl didn't faint, but instead became a raving, wild-eyed mass of flesh on fire, and after the brutal session she became in insatiable nympho and switch-hitter, unable to get enough of either sex.
Now as Val strapped on the mammoth prick, Debbie watched with an eerie mixture of panic and feverish excitement.
"You're not really going to shove that thing in me!" she whispered in awe.
"I'm not putting it on to tickle your toesies," Val cracked, securing the dildo tightly on her hips. "Don't worry, honey, you'll get to love it very, very quickly. It's my super-toy."
Debbie shivered with an uneasy premonition. Still, Val was so sexy, so exciting with her gleaming eyes and sleek curves, the blonde felt utterly helpless with her.
Val came over to the bed and knelt, sitting up, between Debbie's widespread thighs. For a minute she simply stroked the hot tawny flesh, her tits heaving with anticipation, her fingers teasing Debbie's pink, pulsing cunt until the girl was sobbing and undualting her ass feverishly. For a few moments Val thought of her own virgin daughter, and a fierce urge rose in her blood. Why was her husband stalling Vicky? Christ, if he didn't take her cherry, some clumsy asshole in high school would beat him to it!
And that was one issue that was strictly a family affair...
At that instant a decision flashed in the swinger's mind: If Ed didn't act in the next few days with Vicky, who was so ripe she was ready to burst for sex, then Val would, and risk his violent rage.
Now the dark-haired switch-hitter leaned forward on top of the naked, trembling blonde. She switched on the colossal cock and very carefully slid in the huge knob. Instantly, Debbie let out a soft scream and sank her nails savagely into Val's bare back.
Beginning to fuck the young housewife with slow, dreamy strokes, Val told herself very firmly she must not, under any circumstances, play around too much with the red button. If any of this came out in a small hick town like this one, Ed's screwing around with the other men's wives, Val having hot, violent sex with them after her husband primed them and set them up, and then the depraved, obscene triangles and games both the sheriff and his wife loved, there would be absolute hell to pay.
"Oh God, oh Christ, oooooh Val! Unnnngh! Gonna lose my everloving mind! Wooow!"
Only three inches of the giant dildo was piercing Debbie's tender hot pussy, but already she was moaning and clawing deliriously beneath the quivering cock, as the little bumps tingled and tormented every nook and cranny of her tight, luscious slit.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Val whispered in her ear, reaching for the red button which would switch on the battery-shock. Now remember, she told herself sternly, no playing around! Only ten seconds the first time.
She hit the button and at once the tawny blonde's back arched in a wide curve and her eyes filmed over. She began shuddering from head to toe, her lips moving soundlessly, sheets of electrifying excitement tearing through her impaled cunt, thrills so intense she couldn't breathe.
Staring into her glazed green eyes, again Val felt that strange streak of viciousness, that maddening urge to keep the button down, to give this sexy little pussy the most unforgettable, unbearable thrill of her entire life, to spark pure heaven and hell inside her juicy, dripping cunt.
"Oh Vaaaal! No—can't take it! Oooooooh! Eeeeee! Fuck meeeee! Aaaaaagh!"
Instead of releasing the deadly button, Val pressed it more firmly than ever and began fucking Debbie in brutal, torturous strokes, her lips sucking fiercely on the girl's hot sweating tits, the blood singing in Val's ears as she pumped deep and hard, her ears ringing with Debbie's high, keening scream of pain-bliss.
If any doctor or psychiatrist could have seen the switch-hitter's burning eyes at that moment, they would have had her committed without delay. She was literally trying to fuck the terrified young blonde out of her mind. Once the sheriff's wife gave in to her savage urges, no one could control her or stop her.
The agonized scream on Debbie's lips quickly became a feverish prayer.