Chapter 6
When Janet woke up from her nap, she felt wonderfully refreshed, and wondered why she had been such a baby before. She decided right then and there that she would go to the party tonight. There was just a little bit of malice towards Paul in her decision. After all, didn't he often stay out late at night, and, ever since she had got those photographs in the mail, she knew that he had been doing far worse things than just going to an innocent party with an old friend. Let him worry a little, she said to herself.
She kicked the covers back and walked into the adjoining bathroom to take a long luxurious shower. She couldn't help admiring her body in the mirror as she began dressing again. It still looked the same, maybe even a little better, she mused to herself. Somehow, she had expected to have some visible evidence showing on her body of the lewd and perverted acts she had been engaged in over the last two days, to be branded a whore for everyone to see. But everything was still in its correct place and she was secretly pleased at the well-rounded, full curves that filled the mirror.
She had just finished dressing when Laura entered the room.
"Well, up already," she said smilingly. "Pete got home just a little while ago, and it's almost dinner time. The party starts at eight, and we have to be on time. It's a masked party, did I tell you? You know, one of those society things, where everyone wears a mask. Here's yours."
Laura handed her a small white mask that would just cover the upper part of her face. Janet felt a little excited. Despite her earlier reluctance, she loved parties and had not been to one in a long time. Paul had always been too tired after work. And her excitement mounted at the romantic thought of a masked party. She had never been to one. She supposed that everyone would unmask at midnight, or something like that.
She took the mask with her when she went into the dining room with Laura. Pete Jamison was already there, sitting at the table. Janet had never particularly liked the man and wondered what Laura saw in him. He was not especially ugly, but he did have a certain coarseness about him that offended Janet. She wondered how Laura could stand to go to bed with him. He looked like he might have been quite tall and well-built at one time, but now he had developed a paunch. He wasn't fat, though; and there was a certain brutal strength about him.
"Well, how's the girl?" he said in his loud voice. "Hear you're going to the party with us." He talked a lot during dinner and Janet had the impression that he was trying to be pleasant to her. That made her feel guilty for the unkind thoughts she had felt about him before, and by the time the dinner was over and it was time to leave for the party, she felt very comfortable about being with the two of them.
All three of them sat in the front seat of Pete's Cadillac. "Just wait until you see this guy's house," Pete had enthused. "It hangs right out over the Pacific on the edge of a cliff. You could put an army in it. And, awh, what the hell, you'll see it for yourself, soon enough."
They finally pulled up in front of a large mansion even bigger than Janet had expected. A uniformed doorman came out to open the doors of the car for them, then whistled for a boy to drive the car away and park it. The man escorted them to the entrance and opened wide one of the huge double doors.
Janet couldn't believe her eyes as she entered the house. They were standing in a huge courtyard that had a splashing, brilliantly-lit fountain in the center and gleaming white marble statues half hidden behind a riot of brilliant flowers and exotic plants. Further back, carved wooden doors set deep into a massive wall led into the main part of the house. Janet felt like a princess as she and the Jamisons walked slowly across the wide courtyard.
But if the outside of the house had impressed her, she was stunned by the interior. They entered a large hall with a ceiling at least three stories high. Beautiful works of art hung on the walls, and there were expensive oriental carpets on the floor. Stained glass windows set in a high curving arch took up nearly ten feet of one wall.
"Well, what do you think of the dump, honey?" Pete said, his loud voice partly muffled by his black mask. "And this ain't all. Wait'll you get a load of the library. Some pretty rare stuff in there." His voice broke off in a loud snickering guffaw. Janet flinched a little, the spell of this beautiful room broken by Pete's coarseness. She caught herself and hoped Pete hadn't noticed ... but he had, and he had to fight hard to keep down a growing rage deep inside himself.
Stuck-up little bitch, he thought to himself. Think's she's too good for me, does she? Well, shell sing a different tune before this night's over, when I've got my cock sunk to the hilt in that proud, little belly. And, God, I hope that son of a bitch of a husband of hers has to watch it all. He almost gave himself away then, but his mask hid the ugly scowl that had come over his features.
Janet turned to look at the other guests. She noticed that they all seemed fairly well-dressed, and that the women in particular had very good figures. Something about the way they looked tugged at the back of her mind, and it was a moment before she knew what it was.
It was the masks! Everyone had a black mask except her! Her mask was white!
Funny, she thought, and then innocently put the thought from her mind. She felt she was just being silly. The Jamisons hadn't expected her tonight and probably just didn't have another black-mask for her.
Janet had been paying so much attention to the other guests that she had not noticed that Laura had wandered off leaving her and Pete standing alone together. When she finally saw this, she looked around the huge room and noticed that Laura she could recognize her by her dress was talking to a well-built young man on the far side of the room. She started to go over to her, but something in the intimate way the two were talking made her hesitate. She remained where she was.
It was only then that the beautiful young wife began feeling a little uneasy. For some reason, she felt that the other guests were staring at her, but she knew that was ridiculous. Unless she cast a quick look down at herself to see if her slip was showing or if she had on different-colored shoes, or some other thing that would attract attention. But everything looked all right, and she tried to push the feeling of being stared at out of her mind. For the first time she was glad that Pete was here. At least he was someone she knew...
Across the room, Paul, Janet's husband was standing talking to Laura Jamison. God, he thought to himself as he looked down at Pete's wife, I can hardly wait to get you in bed. He sensed that this would probably be his last chance, sure in his own mind that this would be the last one of these parties that he would go to. From now on, he was going to stick to his own wife. Well, after tonight, anyhow! As long as he was here, he might as well have one last big fling before going home to Janet.
A small worry tugged at his mind. Before leaving the office he had called home to tell Janet that he would have to work late, but there had been no answer. He had assumed that she was probably out shopping or some such thing and that perhaps he could call her later from the party. His thoughts were interrupted by Laura's low, throaty voice.
"Well, Paul. It's been a long time since I've seen you. The last time, you promised to come over to the house some time when Pete was away on business."
"Sorry, Laura, I meant to," Paul bed. "But they've been running my tail off at the office lately, and between that and being a married man, I just haven't had much time." The truth was that Laura made him a little nervous as well as sexually exciting him. It was all right to screw the hell out of her at one of these parties, but the thought of a real personal involvement with her didn't appeal to him at all.
"Better late than never," Laura crooned suggestively, running her fingers lightly down the front of Paul's shirt. Then Laura glanced across the room before she spoke again.
"How do you like the new member?" she asked.
Paul looked over at the lovely blonde standing next to Pete!
"To tell the truth, I think she's terrific. Some figure. She has just about the most perfect ass I've ever seen." He stopped a moment, almost embarrassed to be talking this way to a woman, then he remembered where they both were and that the only thing that connected him to Laura was that they both had a lascivious interest in sex.
"Yeh," he said, licking his lips in growing excitement at the thought. "I'd really like to get into that. Bet she'd really be great." Then he looked around in surprise as Laura began to laugh. He didn't see anything funny in what he had just said.
He looked over at the girl again. She was just about perfect. Along with the rest of the people in the room, he had spotted her as the new member to be initiated as soon she had entered the room.
New members always wore white masks!
Yeh, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd get to break her in tonight. His eyes swept over the way her tight buttocks thrust out from the long sweep of her thighs. Damn, he thought excitedly. He'd like to screw her in the ass. Funny though. As he looked at the girl, the thought of his wife Janet kept coming into his mind. Maybe it was because both Janet and this girl were blondes, he mused. And maybe because he had always wanted to screw Janet in the ass, but she had never let him...
Across the room, Janet had been growing more and more uncomfortable. There was nothing she could put her finger on, but it was something about the guests at this party. Something about the way they acted towards one another; some kind of tense excitement in the air as they gathered in little groups of men and women. Something in the way they looked one another up and down as if they were in a market, shopping for scarce merchandise.
Two well-dressed, beautiful women had drifted near to where she and Pete were standing; they glanced together across the room to where Laura was talking to the tall, well-built young man.
"MMMMmmmmm, would you look at that," one of them said to the other. "Some hunk of man. I'd like to see if his cock matches the rest of him."
"It does, darling," the other said archly. "And he really knows how to use it. He can really make a girl's pussy feel loved."
Janet was stunned. Had she heard right? She shook her head in disbelief, but she knew she had heard the women correctly; they had only been a few feet away. She glanced quickly at Pete, but he seemed unconcerned. But he had to have heard too.
She didn't want to be here, she thought to herself. Oh God! Why had Laura gone off to talk to someone else? She decided then to ask Laura to take her home, and had just made up her mind to go across the room and ask her, when a large gong sounded.
She turned quickly to see that a liveried butler was standing in the doorway to an adjoining room, making an announcement.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he intoned in a sonorous, dignified voice. "Motion pictures will be shown directly in the library."
There was an excited murmur from the guests and they began to make their way towards the door. Despite herself, Janet was swept along with the crowd. She felt a hand on her elbow and looked up to see that Pete was beside her, grinning down at her underneath the jet-black fabric of his mask. The thought flashed through her mind that he looked just like a devil.
Janet gasped as she saw the room they were now in. It was not as large as the huge hall they had just left, but still was immense. And it seemed to be perched on the edge of the cliff, hanging by some magic of engineering over the thundering Pacific Ocean below. It was dark outside, but enormous lights were trained on the surf and the huge glass windows curved in at the bottom so that she could see almost straight down. Low couches were set along the base of the windows, covered with soft cushions. A large screen was set into the wall at one end of the room. It looked like a television screen but was six feet wide. The guests were scrambling for seats on the couches that faced the screen.
"Come on," Pete said and grabbing her arm tightly, he used the weight of his large body to push his way towards a large section of empty couch. He pulled her down next to him, and then held his arm out when someone else started to sit down.
"This seat's saved," he growled, embarrassing Janet with his rudeness.
After everyone had been seated, several liveried butlers began passing through the room with trays loaded with glasses of bubbling champagne. The sound of soft, nearly hypnotic music floated through the air.
"Over here, boy," Pete shouted and grabbed two glasses of champagne as soon as one of the butlers was close enough. "Here, good for you," he grunted and handed her a glass of the sparkling, cool liquid. Janet was repulsed by Pete's crude manner and almost refused the glass, but she loved champagne and just couldn't resist taking at least one tiny sip.
Mmmmmm, it was good, she thought in surprised joy. It was the best she had ever tasted. She and Paul had never been able to afford anything like this on his salary, and she found herself taking another, bigger drink of the delicious, ice cold drink, and then another.
Gradually, the lights dimmed and the huge screen in the wall began to flicker and glow, and then all at once a picture began to form on it. Pete squeezed her shoulder lightly
The picture flickered again and then Janet could see the image of a young, innocent looking girl standing by a bed. She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing Janet had ever seen. She had a melancholy look on her face that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Janet to the depths. She knew what that feeling was like. She felt bound to that girl somehow, by some unexplainable connection, and she sensed an automatic feeling of sympathy begin in her as it often did when she was watching some especially sad scene in a movie or on television.
The girl picked up a picture from a dressing table, looked at it longingly for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.
She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Janet could hear sounds of delight from the males watching the screen as the dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her beautifully rounded torso emerged. Her brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firm ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the camera light and their quivering, turgid nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, then peaked higher as the girl raised her arms high over her head, pulling the long black hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
Janet stirred uncomfortably, the winds of doubt beginning to flow through her mind.
The girl was almost naked now, in just high heels, long black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience. She drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly, turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, framed excitingly by her long black hose, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood."
Janet shifted nervously next to Pete. She had never expected anything like this. She had seen daring shows before always in the company of her husband but in those shows, the girls had left on something, but this exposed all the girl had to offer. She was making no attempt to hide it, either.
The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture oi her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing.
She was aroused and needed release!
Janet almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand began massaging her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair up between her thighs. Her feet were pointing directly at the heavily-breathing audience watching the girl slowly work herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Janet didn't understand how anyone could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered how she had almost relieved herself with her own fingers just two nights ago before Paul had come to bed. She blushed slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vaginal lips. She jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened. , Pete, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne and Janet signaled one of the butlers and hurriedly took another glass, her eyes locked on the screen. She downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting to cool some of the warmth of the girl's passion that had been transmitted to her own body. She felt a now familiar ache beginning to form deep within her belly.
With each sip, Janet could feel herself mentally unwind. The heat and excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push her dress and panties into her crevice. She rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her pussy. Her body rocked on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm, in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny rising clitoris through the sheer panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye to make sure that Pete hadn't noticed what she was doing and was surprised to see that Laura had returned, bringing the young man back with her. They sat down together, on the other side of Pete. Laura did not seem to be paying any attention to either her or Pete.
Janet leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs, and was shocked to find Pete's arm behind her, waiting. She did not know what to do for a moment and looked guiltily over towards Laura to see what reaction she would have when she saw her husband put his arm around another woman. But Laura had curled up against the young man and was slowly running her hand up and down his thigh. Right there in front of Pete! Janet was so surprised that she was incapable of protest when Pete's hand came to rest heavily on her left breast.
It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the screen, but it was only moments. The air of unreal excitement in the crowded room had distorted her time sense. The girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her naked young body as though out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. Janet was amazed that the spectacle being shown on the giant screen was also equipped with sound, as she heard the girl groan at the sudden contact of her hands with the feverishly moistened slit between her thighs. The actress now had her knees up, her toes on the mattress; then, she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper groan she let them fall wide apart, exposing to the excited audience her moistly glistening cuntal furrow between. Her fingers crawled to her soft, hair-covered pussy lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks were divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting just below the swollen and agitated vaginal lips.
Janet gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pink flesh and began stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. Pete's hand squeezed her breast tighter as she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier. The uncertain young wife was afraid to look at him. She was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. As she slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated Bps, her legs jackknifed back, knees against her breasts, and the soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the thrusting finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry pink folds of vaginal flesh. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and a deep moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.
Janet tensed in momentary shock at the depraved scene before her, and only Pete's firm grip on her now-throbbing breast kept her from running from the room. She sensed somewhere deep down inside her own mind that she had better go, before it was too late and her own excitement ran away with her. But balanced against this fear was the reluctance to make a fool of herself in front of all these people and a strong desire to see what would happen next. Janet felt too closely identified with the girl writhing in desire on the screen before her and knew that there could be a danger point from which there would be no turning back. She took another sip of champagne, and as she felt the tiny bubbles trickling down her throat, her mind began to relax, easing her of the fear of the passion raging through her own body. She leaned back again, foggily determined, somehow, to keep her guard up.
The girl on the bed had become possessed now. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight pink opening, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the bedspread, her buttocks straining, the grunts coming faster and louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, a giant Saint Bernard dog ran into view on the screen and jumped up on the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror and she tried to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation, thighs spread and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Janet had jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Pete's'arm tightly; her nerves had been on edge before, but this had almost frightened her out of wits.
"My God," she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"Whadda ya think?" Pete answered hoarsely, his voice distorted by his unnatural passion. "But don't you worry any, the dog is really trained and just loves to eat up little girls." He licked his lips as his eyes went back to the screen.
Janet knew that she should leave now, to keep from going to pieces herself. But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying up there, shaking with fear beneath the snarling dog, sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked defenseless girl quaking on the bed sent shivers of convulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a moment she felt strangely cold. She took the champagne Pete pressed into her hand eagerly and downed it with one nervous gulp. Just then, she heard Laura's voice.
"Ohhh, I like you touching my nipple like that." Janet's face flushed in amazement beneath her mask at these lewd and shameless words, and she couldn't help turning her head slightly to see what they were doing out of the corner of her eye.
To her amazed horror, she saw that the young man had his hand inserted down the front of Laura's dress and was massaging her breasts. She had her head back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly, a rapturous expression on her face.
To her further horror, she saw that Pete had also been looking towards the panting couple, and awaited his angry explosion with dread. But, instead, he turned back towards her, a strange smile on his face. Then he jerked her head abruptly towards him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly down over hers. She groaned and struggled vainly for a sudden panicky moment, then felt herself go limp, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing into her mouth. She had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing. In spite of her guard being up against any emotion overcoming her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach. At the same time, she could hear soft mewling noises coming from Laura's lips and the grating noise of the young man's heavy, deep breathing told the story well enough. Janet could barely see through the dim light the vague shapes of other couples wrapped in tight embraces around the room. No one seemed to be paying any attention whatsoever to anyone else.
Pete Jamison pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second, and lewdly exciting thoughts of the things he was going to do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delicious kaleidoscope pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would turn her every way but up and then maybe that way too. She'd know she had been fucked when he finished with her, that was sure.
Then the screen claimed all their attention. The giant Saint Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair covered crotch and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the moistened crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy anal ring.
For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and growled again, then resumed his greedy lapping of the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her pussy. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the Saint Bernard lapping and sniffing at her naked young loins.
Janet shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure, pleasure that she did not want and had set her mind against, but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at her had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward, into her well-lubricated cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like a red carpet unfolding, ravishing her up-thrust pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the girl's lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her shamelessly upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
Janet hardly dared to breathe. The champagne had turned her body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe what she was seeing on the screen in front of her or the feelings it was causing to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Pete Jamison had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move, and during the excitement of the young girl's ravishment by the dog, he had inserted his hand down the "vee" of her neck and cupped a naked breast. She could feel small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through her sensitive flesh as he rolled the tiny hardening nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head towards her and locked his lips wetly against hers again. She tried for a moment to twist away but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state. Finally, aroused in spite of herself, Janet thrust her tongue back sharply at him as he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew how to kiss. Paul, in all the time they had been married had never kissed her with such wild animal abandon and passion, and she squirmed hard down into the seat. She was beginning to feel a relaxed justification in being here. She thought back to the pictures of Bob and those women that had come in the mail and decided that she had just as much right as he did in enjoying something like this. As long, of course, as it didn't go too far! She found herself thinking that Pete had really been acting pretty much like a gentleman so far. He had been looking after her all evening and she was grateful to him for being so considerate.
Pete withdrew his lips from hers and looked back toward the screen.
"Goddamn, look at that," he turned and whispered heavily into her ear, his fingers tightening in excitement on her breast.
The dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch and was nosing her over on her stomach in servile surrender, her resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her nakedly defenseless body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks. She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching behind her to spread the ivory globes and give full access to the tiny brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment.
Janet felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for breath, and squirmed harder against the cushion, pushing the wetly swollen lips of her cunt against it in an effort to put out the fire burning there. Pete's hand, caressing her warmly tingling breasts, thrilled her and frightened her. She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved only as far as his, and then fell back, uncontrolled into her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy eyes back to the screen.
The Saint Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's pelvis, pushing his massive head between her vagina and the mattress. Janet's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the great head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain. And the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread ass cheeks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender ... and a lewd eagerness. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her most sensitive flesh for interminable minutes.
The girl was on all fours like a bitch in heat as the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping, and a second later the tapered point slipped and danced into the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her nakedly rotating buttocks in an effort to capture the long scarlet organ and sheath it in her wildly hungering vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily-relaxed anus, and attempted to enter there. With a cry, she tensed and evaded the slippery shaft, but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success.
The huge beast thrust forward, the thin tip sliding unsuccessfully beneath into the warm, hair-lined cuntal crevice, and jamming up against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his thrusting penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them.
Janet held her breath along with the other spectators who had stopped to watch the huge dog bucking madly behind the moaning girl as he attempted to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping penis. Out of control, the beast growled in frustration, and the aroused young girl desperately reached back to grab the slippery organ and guide the point of it into her wetly glistening cuntal mouth.
Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant Saint Bernard jerked forward and buried his long penis deep up the nakedly squirming girl's pussy. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways towards the excited audience and they could see fully the erotic effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture and her large taut breasts danced firmly beneath her writhing torso which was moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.
Janet's breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment as she watched the girl being ravished. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm close room. The excited breathing of the audience acted as a giant heater, and Janet could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm her buttocks down against the sofa, and the cushioned edges rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her warmly throbbing pussy. She bit hard on her lower Up to keep back a groan of frustration.
Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her ripely quivering breasts that Pete had massaged into hardness, his hand slipping over the nipples and his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it.
Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew she should demand that they take her home. This crowd was just too fast for her, and this wasn't being true to Paul. She already had gone too far by letting Pete squeeze and knead her naked breasts this way. Well, she thought hopefully, perhaps it was ah right! This "petting" didn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any further. She could always stop Pete if he tried to do anything other than touch her breasts. Her heart was pounding like a tom-tom. She was sure Pete could feel it beneath the tight breast he held in his hand. She would stay just until the show was over and then they could go. She would insist ... She just had to; she had never intended things to go even this far.
To reassure herself, she turned towards Laura and then froze in shocked disbelief. Laura's head was working up and down over the young man's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his thick erect penis. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh, God," Janet moaned to herself, turning back to Pete and hiding her face tightly against his shoulder.
She hadn't expected this. Kissing, yes! But not this, right out in front of everyone else. She had thought a moment ago that she had herself under control and could handle herself under any circumstances, but now she found she couldn't. The awful sight of the young man's penis disappearing into Laura's hungrily sucking mouth was just too much for anyone to stand. The sounds coming from next to her were just like on the screen, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by lewd groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She could hear other like sounds coming from around the room, too, as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl on the screen, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. She burrowed her head tightly into Pete's shoulder, trying to shut the sounds away, but it didn't help, they were everywhere ... coming at her from ah sides. Again, she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her now if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but he here in Pete Jamison's arms and listen on tormentedly. She turned her face back to the screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure from her ears.
The obscenely swaying girl, kneeling before the hunching body of the Saint Bernard, had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast. Her eyes were wide and vacant in lust as she begged him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm in her mindless lust and that was all that mattered. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by this panting beast as she ground her naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Janet watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks. They glistened in the light of the screen, and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her wildly trembling legs.
Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Janet, jerking her attention from the screen.
Laura had lifted her dress up over her hips and had crawled up the young man's body. She obviously had worn no panties as Janet had not heard the tell-tale noise of clothing being removed. She was straddling him, the round whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long thick cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and guided his eagerly pulsating penis up between her widespread thighs. Janet held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of his cock make contact with the moistly opened cunt. Laura moved it up and down in the wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair, and then, with a slight "oooomph," ground her buttocks down hard on the thick shaft of hot flesh.
"Oh, God, Laura, oh God, that feels good," she heard the young man cry out, and Janet's heart froze in her breast. She knew that voice.
It was her own husband, Paul!
Janet's eyes widened in hypnotized-disbelief as she watched Paul's eagerly thrusting cock slide slowly up into Laura's clasping vaginal lips making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all Janet could see was the base of his cock protruding from the tightly enclosing pussy lips surrounding it. She knew she should scream and reach out and tear them apart, but the tranquilizing effect of the alcohol and the tightness of Pete's arms holding her to the couch would not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Laura began a slow grinding up and down movement with her nakedly gleaming buttocks rising in the air above Paul until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, with an "ooomph" each time she made the movement, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
Janet turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making love, particularly her own husband, and found it affected her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she had expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering up between her thighs. She closed her eyes and pressed her face back tightly into Pete's shoulder, but still the vision of Paul's thick cock, wet-and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of Laura's vagina raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes tight, but could not blot out the lewd exciting picture. Their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of intercourse drifted across to her ears magnifying the obscene image a thousand times.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from the screen. The girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the mattress. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her ass cheeks greedily back against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the naked waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the huge beast just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its hot animal sperm in hard spurts deep in her clasping vagina. Janet watched in fascination as the girl's rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering young belly. Thick white liquid streamed from her tight cunt squeezing the dog's penis, and trails of the sticky white fluid ran down her quivering inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. The girl was out cold and the dog stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity he dropped his head to her widespread crotch and licked at the warm white liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He lapped at it hungrily until at last there was no more and then lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.
The image faded slowly from the screen, leaving the depraved scene the subjugated girl and her animal lover lying in satiated sleep-imprinted deeply in the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with an almost tangible aura of sex electrifying as a result of the lewd, passion-inciting exhibition. Janet, too, had been swept in the general sensations of lust at that final climax, but her mind was wrenched back to the present by her knowledge of the closer, more personal spectacle between her husband and Laura next to them on the couch.
Pete's hand ground harder into her breast, as he, too, suddenly became aware of the wet coupling of the two bodies next to them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless moan into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her sensually awakening body to squirm again down into the seat in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her.
"He's fucking my wife," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you see them?"
"Y-Yes," she mumbled back, the lewd word strangely exciting her.
"You know who that is, don't you? Fucking my wife I mean," he growled at her, his eyes fixed fiercely on her face.
"W-What do you mean?" she asked faintly, hoping against hope that he didn't know that it was Paul.
"Oh, come on," he snarled. "Don't pretend you don't know that's your precious husband over there fucking the hell out of my wife. You knew it, didn't you," he said fiercely, still whispering and clamped his fingers painfully into her upper arms. "Didn't you?" he repeated.
"Yes, oh yes. Stop! You're hurting me," she sobbed out.
"I believe in an eye for an eye," he whispered roughly and pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks and pulling her loins to his. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Oh, no, God no, we can't, we can't," she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She tried to squirm away from him, but his strength was too great, and she only succeeded in worsening her position. The terrified young wife didn't dare struggle too much for fear of bringing attention to them. Paul mustn't find out she was here, he just mustn't. He would never forgive her for being in such a place, and it would destroy all chances of working something out between them when she confronted him with his infidelities. She knew that no matter how unfair it was, a woman could forgive a man for indiscretion ... but a man could never forgive a woman.
"Why not, your husband's fucking my wife? I'm just going to even the score and fuck his wife, by God," Pete said. He sounded as though he meant it.
"Oh, please, don't do it to me," she pleaded, tears bubbling to her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. If she resisted too strongly then Paul would certainly hear, and all their chances of any future happiness would be ruined forever. Oh, why had she ever got into this mess anyhow? Why hadn't she just burned those awful pictures that had come in the mail and forgotten all about them?
Her lush young body stiffened as she felt Pete begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder in against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, for she had just then felt the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals. The sharp clear taste of the champagne bubbled through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her belly against her will. She clenched her eyes tightly shut fighting against it with all her strength, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her nipples and the hardness of his penis grinding into her loins brought further soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to another woman not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured girl's mind.
"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy this little swap."
"Oh, don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delicious feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. Her words only made him laugh softly, and he dropped his hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly. Janet looked helplessly around her for the help she knew in her heart would not be there. She was vaguely aware somewhere in her terror-stricken mind that there was once again an image on the giant screen; movies of a couple making love.
"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't." She sobbed, still conscious of Paul's groans of wild abandoned passion next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Pete's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her dress up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away using all her fortitude to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good. That'll teach that husband of yours to keep his prick in his pants around my wife," Pete grinned triumphantly. "You ain't never gonna be happy with what you're gettin' at home again."
Despite her growing terror, Janet once again found her attention strangely drawn to the flickering image of the couple making love on the giant screen. But before she could turn and look at the picture fully, she gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her thighs and Pete's fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the surface of her trembling legs as she felt him slowly slip his outstretched finger under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly as the searching tip of his finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing vagina, and gently thrust into it ... parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the tingling head of her clitoris. Her entire cuntal area was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She couldn't make a sound. Paul would know, he would know, and he just couldn't find out it was his own wife wrapped in this horrible obscene embrace with Pete Jamison right in front of him. All she could do was to he here helplessly while he roamed his hands over her body at will and took all the indecent liberties with her he desired. There was nothing she could do, and the tears of humiliation cascaded warmly down over her face as, in her horror, she found herself reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breasts and vagina. She was wet up between her legs and found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers rummaging between her thighs.
Despite the deep tremors of mixed delight and guilt that were shaking her mind and body, she felt that for some unknown reason, she had to turn and look past Pete's leering face at the images flickering over the screen. Some subtle sixth sense was stirring somewhere deep in her.
"Spread 'em a little, baby," Pete breathed harshly into her mouth, "Daddy wants it wide open."
"Oh God, please don't. I just couldn't stand it. I ... Oh my God!" her voice faded away as her eyes finally identified the lewd images on the screen and her body sagged. For just an instant, Pete felt that he had won; that he had conquered her. But then her body stiffened and a choked cry started deep in her throat.
The couple making love on the screen were herself and Jack Brady!
There were no thoughts at all in her mind now. Just a raging storm of panic and horror. She remained frozen for several seconds, one hand pressed tightly to her partly open lips. Then she knew she had to go, to run, to get out of here. She tore herself away from Pete with the strength born of terror and soundlessly ran towards the exit. Pete started to get up and follow her, but his legs became entangled in one of the cushions that she had knocked to the floor in her flight, and he almost fell. By the time he had got free, she was already out of sight. Damn, damn, damn, he thought to himself. He had almost made it and then those damn pictures. He cursed himself for trying just one too many things to break down the pride of this little bitch. She had fallen right into his hands almost by accident and then a part of his and Laura's careful planning had ruined it all.
Well, maybe it still wasn't too late, he thought grimly, and started towards the door.
Janet ran blindly from the library, not really aware of anything until she found herself back in the huge hall where she had first entered the house. She saw a crowd of people gathered around the main exit, eyeing her curiously. She hesitated to approach them, was afraid they might try to stop her. She heard a hoarse cry from behind and knew that Pete Jamison was already after her. Without hesitating now, she ran to the nearest door and passed through, shutting it behind her.
She found herself in a narrow hallway with several doors leading off it. She automatically ran down to the far end, iooking for a way out, but then heard Pete's heavy footsteps approaching the hall door. In her panic, she reached out and desperately tried the nearest door handle, praying that it was unlocked. The handle turned and the door opened. She quickly stepped through and closed it behind her, leaning heavily against it as she tried to slow her terrified breathing.
She looked around her and found that she had entered a large luxurious bedroom. The room was softly .lighted and beautifully furnished. A huge king-sized bed sat in the middle on a rich oriental carpet. One entire wall was taken up by a huge mirror.
She spun in fear as she heard Pete's slow menacing footsteps moving down the hall. She heard him try one door after another, and then he was just outside. She shrank back towards the bed, and her eyes widened in terror as she saw the knob slowly turn. And then, suddenly, Pete was standing before her.
An evil smile spread over Pete's heavy features as he looked down at the trapped girl.
"So, you little bitch," he said in a rasping voice. "You think you can get out of our deal. You leave your goddamn husband in the other room fucking the hell out of my wife, and then you try and cheat me out of what's rightfully mine. Well, we're going to see that justice is done, aren't we?"
Janet looked at him in horror, knowing that she was helplessly trapped. Oh, God, what was the use? she thought hopelessly to herself. Maybe he was right and the best thing to do was to let him have his way with her once and for all.
She nodded her head dumbly.
Pete knew at that moment that the battle was won. He was going to fuck this high-class bitch and there was nothing she could or would do to stop him. He had drained all fight from her, and now she would do anything he demanded. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop slowly to the floor. His hardened cock stood out from his body and pointed like a thick finger of doom straight at her. It looked like a giant oak growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair, as with one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding head. It grew jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his huge growing member. His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her eyes. She, would be more fun than he had ever had before. He knew that soon he would be bringing forth moans of pleasure and pain and that she would feel it when he drove deep into her helpless little belly.
"Strip," he hissed at her. "Or should I do it for you?"
Janet moved. She couldn't stand the thought of this beast touching her yet. She undid the buttons of her dress at the back, wriggled it off her shoulders, down over her lush full hips and stepped out of it. She could feel Pete's hotly glowing eyes devouring her body, but she didn't dare look at him. She pulled her slip up over her head and let it limply slither to the floor at her feet with the dress. Suddenly, for the first time in years, she felt extremely defenseless and naked. Thank God for the alcohol that had deadened her nerves.
Pete had removed all his clothes now, except his socks, which he kept on in a lewd parody of nudity. His heavy, flaccid flesh drooped down from his rib cage; his long sinewy cock jutted menacingly out from under his belly.
Janet shuddered visibly this time, comparing this gross man before her to the trim athletic body of her own husband. Until just two days ago she had prided herself on the fact that she had never been unfaithful to him ... and now ... this! This horrible creature was standing before her, ready to perpetrate nameless indecencies on her helpless body. She was revolted by the thought of that heavy body slithering across hers, using it for its own obscene pleasures. She couldn't do it ... she just couldn't ... !
Pete Jamison stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long full roundness of her silk covered legs, the firm protuberance of her breasts that formed a fleshy valley above her brassiere, the whiteness of her taut little belly above the tops of her sheer nylon panties. His gaze nauseated her and she gasped, "Don't touch me, you filthy animal! Don't touch me!"
"It's too late, baby," he slurred contemptuously, grasping her shoulders, with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her naked flesh. "We made a deal, remember?"
"I don't care! I changed my mind!"
He loomed above her, his eyes void of pity. They shone into hers coldly; lust, cruel and unyielding boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands permitted no escape from his hateful gaze.
"No, no, I mean it." the helpless woman whimpered. "I can't do it, I just can't."
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his powerful arms enveloped her, his lips crushing tightly down against her. His heatedly throbbing penis pressed hard into her soft yielding belly below as his tongue shot wetly into her mouth. The helpless young wife tried to struggle, but fear and the champagne had drained her strength to fight. His thick probing tongue and his body glued itself to hers tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider web from which there was no relief.
"Please, please don't," she groaned, despair whirling crazily through her mind. The room spun crazily as he pushed her backwards toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force of their momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back, his body pinning her tightly to the swaying bed. She pressed her thighs firmly together, attempting to hold back the powerful body trying to lodge itself between them. His hotly pulsating cock was trapped there, forcing itself up and down against the thin nylon crotch band of her panties, and she could feel the wetness of it sliding in its own excited lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. His head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the lobe of her ear. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge the painful teeth. His body sank triumphantly between her legs as they splayed open, and now his long fleshy penis was throbbing angrily against the soft flesh of her quivering buttocks. She was incapable of further movement because his knees held her thighs sadistically apart.
The battle is over, the thought somehow came to her dazed mind. And now the pain and humiliation are all that's left to feel.
The ceiling whirled above her until suddenly it, too, was blotted out by Pete's leering face moving over hers, the mocking eyes laughing at the glazed look of defeat and hopeless acceptance of his victory.
His pelvis began a slow grinding motion against her upturned pelvis, rubbing the sheer nylon band into her wet cuntal slit. The huge rubbery head traced a sticky path up and down the length of the slippery, passion-soaked nylon, pressing gently against it until the full outline of her fleshy, hair-lined vaginal lips could be felt impressed clearly through it.
He ground slowly against the restraining band, watching the changing expressions on the tormented young face below him. He knew she couldn't stand up to this teasing forever. She was the proud kind who could control herself well as long as there were other external realities to guide her. But he had destroyed those other realities, and now there was nothing for her but his body twisting above.
He had dreamed of having her like this ever since he had first met her. She had always been cold and stone-like, and she obviously was hiding something deep inside her that had to explode someday, given the proper circumstances. It needed some kind of spark to ignite that fire that lay buried mysteriously beyond the reaches of the outside world. He was patient in his probing and gloated to himself that he would find this key, that he would ignite this voluptuous little bitch's body.
Janet felt as though she were suffocating as she felt his hotly throbbing penis scraping up and down her trembling inner thighs. The silky tingling hair of Pete's legs scratched against the tender backs of the upraised columns of her thighs, and somehow it felt tremendously erotic. Pete's lust-thickened shaft moved teasingly against her, probing and flicking at her like a giant snake playing with its helpless quarry who had become so tortured and tormented that peace lay only in being devoured by it.
Her unconscious mind fought the tantalizing torment of the teasing hot probe, fighting against surrender to it.
"Nooo, nooooo, please," she groaned beneath the lewdly grinning face.
Her hips were the first to betray her resisting unconscious mind. They began moving in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but hungrily rotating none the less. At that moment, her only reality was the searing fire that burned deep in her passion-tensed belly, the flames of lust licking out between her legs, crying to be extinguished.
Pete felt the victory!
Her thighs which had been pressed tightly against his hips in defense suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low animal-like groan her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his mouth tightly down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her lips, soft mewling sounds escaping through the wet sucking noises. She ground her crotch tightly up against his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw it through the flimsy nylon material still guarding the hotly pulsating entrance to her cunt. Pete lay for a moment savoring her frustration until he, too, was beyond delaying any longer.
He reached between them, ripping the passion-soaked panty-band viciously to one side and guided the eagerly throbbing head of his cock between the now unprotected fleshy folds of her cuntal lips.
He grinned in obscene triumph above her. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and skewering this squirming little bitch on his aching cock, but the desire to punish her and her kind for all the times they had turned their noses up at Pete Jamison overcame the desire. This one was typical of all of them, she was everything he wanted to humiliate. Proud, innocent, spoiled by the condescending young men of her kind who did her every bidding. If one ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, he would do it! He would fuck her until she couldn't walk ... and she'd never forget it!
He could feel her softly curling pussy hair parting as he nudged his lust-swollen cock head forward into the moist heat of her cunt. The lust-inciting sensation caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward.
Janet felt the lips around her erotically throbbing vagina forced open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for only a moment, then gave way before the relentless pressure. The pain was harsh and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a low groan from deep within her throat. He liked that! He liked hearing her hurt!
He shoved again a deeper groan he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And, suddenly, he could stand it no longer. He rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his long thick cock all the way to the hilt in her cringing little cunt. He could feel his sperm-filled balls slap tightly against her defenselessly upturned buttocks, and could feel her trying to screw her hips deep into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his heavy body, kicking futilely in the air.
"Oh, God! Nooooo! Nooooo!" she screamed, her impaled form pinned helplessly to the bed. With each beat of his pulse, his huge cock head seemed to burrow deeper into her painfully stretched vagina. Pete's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his wide-spread knees held her thighs split apart. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant pulsating instrument embedded so deeply in her belly. He rammed into her screaming body again and the fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, buffeting her head back harshly against the headboard of the bed.
He watched the tortured young blonde from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was contorted with the pain of that series of vicious jabs. Her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, attempting to hold back the blunt hard head pressing against her womb like a great hard .stone.
She's never had it this deep, he gloated to himself, as he held her pinned in the lewdly humiliating position. He looked down again and could see his curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with her golden pussy strands, the base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep into the pink throbbing furrow. He could see the lips of her tight young cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the white skinned base of his cock.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little bitch impaled helplessly under him, with his virilely pulsating penis buried deep in her belly. He wished her husband could see her now, spread-eagled this way with old Pete Jamison making her scream and yell and dance beneath him. He was going to give her a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived.
Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading shaft, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more, and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. The tight walls of her cringing cunt clasped around his thickened hardness like a glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a telegraph line.
It was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip pressing against her cervix, the rigid flesh along its pulsating length, the tickling hairs of his balls scraping in the crevice between her ass cheeks were part of her. She was one with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips. Her nostrils flared deeply, drawing the pungent odor of his body into her, mingling it in strange marriage with the feeling of the heatedly throbbing cock lodged deep in her belly. It all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more. Her vaginal muscles contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced through her mind.
Pete felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his buried penis and grinned in lewd delight. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her nakedly spread-eagled form, waited patiently until she became accustomed to his thick presence rammed so deep in her belly. He flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, teetering on the fine line of pleasure-pain.
He waited a moment and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooooohhh!" She held her breath as the hotly buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow walls of her vaginal passage further apart.
He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewling sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gentle ministrations
"Oooohhh, oooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh..."
He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis as her wetly clasping cunt began a soft opening and closing around his pulsating shaft.
He did not move, but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the helplessly skewered girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the otherwise still room. Her head lolled from side to side unconsciously on the pillow as her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his impaling rod. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungrily nibbling vagina screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis.
Janet's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddeningly electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her warmly throbbing cunt and out the fleece-lined-pussy lips, dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her milky white thighs, up the full length of her splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib cage and out through the tips of her wildly tingling nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds, sensitive to even the touch of the stale close air about them.
Janet wantonly rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy impaling shaft, her throbbing wet vagina dilating in time to his cock's rhythmic beating. His pulsating penis felt as though it had a heart imbedded in the head, and the beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She was one with it! She and this man above her were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged magically together by their lust. He had crawled into her! He was a part of her!
Pete Jamison could hardly contain his glee as he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles within her tight little cunt were nibbling hungrily at his sensitive cock head. Her dilating pussy lips pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his thick shaft for several inches and then nibbling their soft warm way slowly back up until her pubic hair was entangled with his and the fujl length of his cock was embedded in her belly. He stayed immobile, resting still above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight against the mattress. He let her wantonly quivering body pump up and down at will on his rigid piston of flesh that fused them together.
He could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress. And the entry, pushing the soft folds back into her cunt as the moist shiny length of his penis was swallowed, whole, back into the warm opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her labors, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts up against him became more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into his lower lip. He knew she was straining to come. The heated juices of her milking vagina were already beginning to flow, and she could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, burying it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees tightly against the mattress. She bucked against him wildly and then she was screaming, "Oh, God, yes, yes. I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming. Aaaaaggghh!"
Suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. Wet white cum oozed from her throbbing cuntal opening, drowning his impaling member with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her wildly pumping buttocks.
Pete Jamison went berserk as she grunted out the last of her warm lust against his matted pelvis, her nakedly quivering body still jerking spasmodically up to him. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the mattress on either side of her head, the wide-spread slit between her legs completely open to his desire.
He withdrew his deeply embedded cock until just the tip of the lust-swollen head rested between her wetly twitching pussy lips. Then he rammed forward with all his stored up bitter strength. He had waited to destroy this little bitch. She had had her fun and now it was his turn. The full throbbing length of his hardened shaft sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina. He could hear the wet flat smack as his belly thudded against her torso and his body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe breasts tightly against her chest. He locked his saliva-covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep into her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position as he rammed into her defenseless little cunt like a madman. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the soft warm flesh and pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart.
He began long hard strokes into her wetly streaming passage that was now slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside the hot viscous opening, and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his cum-filled balls were screwed tightly against the wide-split cleft between her nakedly churning buttocks. By God, Pete thought wildly to himself, he'd open up this hot little bitch like she'd never been opened up before.