Chapter 4
The blonde's eyelids fluttered for a moment as she regained consciousness. Debbie was instantly aware of a colossal, tingling pressure in her tight pussy, an almost unendurable thrill, and then, more slowly as she became fully awake, of soft hot tits crushing hers, of a silky, moist belly grinding against hers, and of long silken legs wrapped tightly around hers.
Then the blonde remembered it all.
"No more," she begged in a whisper to the dark- eyed swinger on top of her, "please, Val, no more! I'm losing my mind! Unnnngh!"
"Won't hurt you, baby doll," Val murmured in her husky voice, continuing to fuck the young housewife with gentle strokes of the huge dildo. The sheriff's wife couldn't stop now if she wanted to. She was so feverishly aroused at the feel of the tawny blonde's hot, plump tits and burning belly and ripe thighs shuddering beneath hers, so lustfully excited as she raped the whimpering housewife, that Val began biting the soft flesh of Debbie's shoulders as she worked the massive rod even deeper into her gorged slit.
She'd continued holding the red shock-button down long past the dangerous ten-second mark, and Debbie, whose nervous system was on the verge of shattering from the most intense, explosive thrills of her life, lost consciousness just in time.
There were times when the sheriff's wife could come without anything up her pussy, moments like these with the sobbing hot blonde who was steadily crying now and responding with lust in spite of her fear and dazed mind. God, Val loved to fuck beautiful young girls! Their sweet sweating tits rubbing against hers, their steaming thighs their cries of ecstasy and clawing fingers and madly gyrating asses, the heady smell of pussy in raw heat mingled with the exquisite scent of ripe flesh, all these vivid, lascivious sensations combined to trigger her own sharp orgasm.
"Could fuck you all day and all night, beautiful little bitch," Val panted in Debbie's ear, her fingers digging harshly into the girl's luscious ass-flesh. "Hang on now, 'cause here comes another roller-coaster ride!"
Debbie's eyes glazed over with panic but before she could protest Val had switched on the red button. Again that unbelievable ripping, jolting thunderbolt shot through her spasming cunt, and the blonde's entire body rose off the mattress in a high arc, carrying Val with it. She shuddered fiercely in uncontrollable convulsions, her pussy coming in wild gushes of honey. Her lips found Val's and she bit them savagely with her sharp white teeth.
It was this frenzied animal reflex that saved her because the lusty swinger instantly turned off the shock. Now it was Val's turn to be dazed as she tasted her own blood on her lips. Why, the nasty little bitch!
If there was one dangerous element to the sheriff's wife, it was her violent temper. Normally cool and calculating, when she did fly into a rage she was maniacal.
Now her dark eyes clouded over with an insane fury as she stared down at Debbie's contorted young face. But instead of giving into it at once, with typical diabolical vengeance, Val resumed fucking the crying blonde in dreamy, thrilling strokes, tenderly kissing her throat and her face and her lips, working her up to a profound orgasm.
She used words as weapons of deceit, too: "Ah, sweet hot tits and darling little pussy, Debbie!" she crooned in her ear, snaking her tongue in to thrill Debbie. "You taste like California Gold, baby, all honey and fire, my beautiful little angel, mmmmmm, come on now, Debbie, get your rocks off, sweetheart, come all over me, yes, yessssss!"
Now the tawny blonde was wrapping her arms around Val in a feverishly happy embrace, responding to the obscene praise along with the incredible feel of the pimpled monster in her fiery cunt, and she began climaxing in long, breathtaking waves, sobbing and thrashing and moaning, sweat pouring off her golden skin in rivulets, intensely hot and excited.
Val reached down to suck on one of her luscious tits while she pumped relentlessly away, deep and dreamily in Debbie's slit, feeling the girl react like a sensitive violin to her playing, building up her own suspense for the moment of vicious truth.
She'd long ago lost track of the girls and women she'd seduced and corrupted, gone down on and raped to satisfy the bizarre urges in her blood, and in the long run Debbie was no more to her than she was to Val's husband, a notch in the sheriff's belt and a delicious, victorious memory in Val's eerie mind.
Debbie screamed and dug her fingernails savagely into Val's soft ass as still another blazing climax shot through her massively gorged cunt.
Then, at the very pinnacle of her ecstasy, Val abruptly slid out the humming cock.
"No!" Debbie cried, locking her arms fiercely around the swinger. "God, don't stop now! Pleeeeez!"
"Just... one... moment, honey," Val panted, groping for the blonde's tiny asshole with her finger. She found it, moist and puckered, and placed the quivering dildo directly against it.
Debbie froze in the greatest terror of her life.
"No," she begged, shaking her head, tears stinging her eyes. Through the haze of tears she could see the insane gleam in Val's eyes, the maniacal fury that turned her blood to ice. For a long, perilous minute the dildo merely hummed away at the entrance to her anal slit while Val smiled mockingly down at her.
"What will you give me if I don't?" Val taunted.
"Anything! Oh Christ, anything, Val, pleeease?"
"Will you get other girls for me?" Val asked softly.
Debbie nodded her head frantically. "All you want," she cried. "Beautiful girls, honest!"
"Will you make it with anyone I order you to?" Boy or girl, man or woman? At once, on the spot?"
"Yesssss! Honest!"
A strange smile flitted across Val's sultry face. Then without warning she rammed the gigantic prick deep into Debbie's asshole. At the same time as a bloodcurdling scream tore from the blonde's shocked lips, a deep sigh of satisfaction came from the sheriff's wife.
It was hard to say exactly when the cruelty and viciousness started for the sexy switch-hitter. Too much sex, too many girls and boys and men and women had left her restless and jaded years ago, anxious for new kicks, eager to explore new avenues of lust and depravity.
And when she got a girl trapped beneath her in bed like this, a thrilling sense of power gripped her. She could wield either pain or pleasure, ecstasy or white-hot agony, send them to heaven or hell with a single thrust.
She loved that feeling.
Gazing down at Debbie's horrified face, feeling her sweet hot flesh tremble madly beneath hers as the monstrous cock hummed and quivered in her narrow asshole, Val realized that just a minute before the blonde was in sheer lust-heaven. Now she was in hell.
And it was all her doing, and that God-like feeling of magnificent power sang a strange melody in Val's ears as she began fucking the helplessly screaming housewife savagely in her tender asshole.
"All for your own good," Val panted, feeling herself begin to come, small explosions rocking in her own pussy as she thrust even more savagely into Debbie's ripe young ass. "Some day you'll get down on your knees and thank me for this," she purred in Debbie's ear. Val groped for the red button, waiting for just the right moment.
Beneath her, Debbie sank her teeth into her own lip, tasting blood, as the blazing torture ripped deep into her squirming bowels. She actually enjoyed being ravished in her plump ass by men, but this wasn't a real cock. It was a nightmare!
No matter how hard she tried not to move, the brutal pressure of Val's lunges forced her to try to wriggle back, only intensifying the torture. Her entire torso was on fire with raw agony and she pounded Val's naked ass with her fists to vent her helplessness and pain.
"You're gonna learn to love this," Val whispered, reaching for the dangerous red button beneath the base of the prick. "Your little asshole tastes so sweet, honey, this extra charge is my way of saying thanks. Ready?"
Val hit the button.
A film covered Debbie's huge green eyes and she stared into space as if seeing something for the first time. Her body froze in mid-air and even the sweat covering her tawny bare flesh seemed to turn to ice. This time she didn't faint.
She came.
She climaxed so furiously, so violently, with such unexpected lust and sheer nerve-tingling intensity that her mouth slammed to Val's and she snaked her tongue in deep and rammed her fingers up Val's cunt and issued a low, insane animal sound which seemed to come from her boiling loins.
To Val's astonishment Debbie crushed her belly furiously against the swinger's, trying to ram even more of the enormous cock up her tawny ass, wrapping her legs savagely around Val's and locking ankles for tighter contact.
Val held her breath, realizing this had never happened before. Christ, she was coming on raw agony! She couldn't stop climaxing as Val continued driving the quivering rod brutally into her naked ass-cheeks, careful not to use the button again after a violent reaction like that, wondering if Debbie had gone totally insane.
She sure as hell sounded like it. Mad moans came from her throat and she thrashed her head from side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks, her silky flesh going into sudden convulsions of pain-bliss, the strength in her arms and torso incredible as she frantically embraced her tormentor and swung her off the mattress like a feather.
What really happened was that the young blonde had made the shift from coming out of pleasure to climaxing from anguish in less than a minute, speeding up the process by days, weeks, even months. Almost any girl could be conditioned to come from torment and pain over a period of time.
With Debbie, it happened instantly.
It might have been no more than a total and sudden surrender of her mind to the inevitable—as long as she was suffering, she may as well get her rocks off over it!—or it could have been a nerve-reaction, a swift changeover in the nature of nerve-impulses, with her body protecting itself against further agony by turning her reaction into ecstasy.
Or it could have been that she actually had gone insane, choosing this outlet instead of a strait-jacket.
Whatever caused it, the frenzied young housewife was now thoroughly hooked on sex-torment and pain...
Craning her head down, Val could see that the immense dildo was covered with blood, but still Debbie screamed and climaxed, grinding her dripping cunt feverishly to Val's steaming crotch, clawing, biting, crying, an uncontrollable mass of flesh, hotly panting tits and wildly swinging ass, madly contorted face and enormous blazing eyes.
It took a serious effort of strength to jerk the cock out of Debbie's raw asshole. Quickly, Val climbed off the bed and out of her reach, but still the blonde kept coming, rubbing her own swollen tits and thrashing on the mattress deliriously, her nervous system gone berserk.
Val unstrapped the blood-covered dildo. Naked, she padded to the bathroom and quickly opened the medicine cabinet. She found a bottle of sleeping pills. She poured three of them in her hand, got a glass of water and hurried back to the bedroom.
Debbie had subsided a little, but her naked, sweat-covered body continued convulsing and her hips jerked feverishly to an invisible partner.
Cautiously, Val raised her to a sitting position. "Now, ease up, honey, come on, baby, take these pills and drink some water, do as I say, dammit! Come on!"
The harsh authority in the swinger's voice seemed to snap Debbie out of it long enough for her to follow orders.
Val lit a cigarette and smoked it thoughtfully, watching the moaning blonde through narrowed eyes. Goddammit, she'd better snap out of it! If her husband found out she'd been at it again with her dildo-ass routine, there would be almighty hell to pay.
The blonde had gone crazy all right, but crazy with lust, not in the way Val had expected. Debbie wasn't aware of it yet, but from now on she would practically have to be raped in the ass in order to climax!
All of this only confirmed one truth Val had known for years, after swinging with scores of men and women alike: You never knew what was going to turn a person on. What drove one girl to a padded cell turned another into a raving, mouth-foaming swinger.
Ten minutes later, the tawny, sobbing blonde began to calm down. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her crazed attempts to burrow her face down in Val's sleek thighs lost their fervor. Soon after that she was half-asleep, moaning drowsily, her twitching hips and heaving tits almost at rest now. The stinging fire in her ass was a soft glow to the housewife now, a dreamy, languid ripple of lingering ecstasy.
"Sleeping pills," she mumbled, smiling up at Val with adoring eyes. "You gave me sleeping pills. Fuck me while I'm asleep, okay, Val? Do it to me all day and all night! Wanna eat you for breakfast, too!"
She giggled and a minute later her breathing became deep and regular. Sighing with relief, Val went back to the bathroom and wet a washcloth down with warm water. She returned to the sleeping blonde, knelt between her thighs and tenderly licked the blood off her ass. Then she gingerly washed her puckered anus with the cloth.
Val dressed then and got ready to leave. She gazed at the ripe, silken blonde on the bed and resisted one final urge to dig her mouth down between those plump, delicious thighs, to get one more exquisite mouthful of hot honey. Every time she gave into those crazy urges, they got wilder and more uncontrollable the next time, dammit!
Enough was enough, even for her. Debbie would be all right, hopefully. She'd sleep for a few hours and wake up with the sorest ass of her life, and she'd walk around as though it was made out of fine crystal for a while, but she'd be okay.
In a strange and tender ritual, Val leaned down and softly kissed Debbie's hot pussy once. The girl stirred and reached out with her arms, but Val strode out of the bedroom and away from her before she lost control again. Driving back to her house, the sultry switch-hitter felt that deep glow of fulfillment radiating its heat from her lips and tongue and pussy. That was a good one, really a wild, torrid, utterly satisfying session.
The frenzied housewife proved one thing for certain: Blondes did have more fun.
Val couldn't kid herself about her own crazy urges, either. She was profoundly satisfied right now, but how long would it last? Two weeks, one week, five days, three days?
Each savage encounter demanded a shorter interval, and each time her hunger grew wilder and a little more dangerous. She was like a blast-furnace blazing out of control.
The fact was, the sexy blonde was only a diversion, a substitute for what the sheriff's wife really craved with every fiber of her tormented soul.
Her own virgin daughter, Vicky.
She could suck and fuck every cute, adorable thing in town, but it would only postpone what she knew she had to do in order to keep from going completely mad.
She had to have lovely little Vicky, and to hell with her husband, and to hell with the consequences, too! She knew that Ed was stalling her because he was afraid of her vicious streak when it came to sex, of her diabolical and wanton impulses which seemed to spring up with maddening violence and without warning, the way they'd done with Debbie, and other victims.
But he really ought to know her better than that. After all, Vicky was her own sweet daughter, wasn't she? No matter how crazy or impulsive Val got with other girls, she'd never, never, never do anything to hurt darling Vicky.
But deep down, the wild-eyed switch-hitter knew the road to hell itself was strewn with empty promises like that...
It was all or nothing now, she decided grimly. She'd get Vicky's cherry first chance, making certain only that Ed was away.
Unless that selfish bastard got to her first!