Chapter 9

Arthur Newcomb had his first heart attack less than a year after he married Karen Driscoll. Some people nodded their heads and said a man should never marry a woman twenty-five years his junior. Other people snickered over the idea that Newcomb was getting himself fucked to death, fucked and sucked and only God knew what else. Karen looked like the sort of woman who could fuck a man to death without batting an eye.

She quickly took to being Mrs. Arthur Newcomb, wife of the president and major stockholder of Fidelity Insurance, an attractive woman with a good body and a taste for expensive clothes. She drove a new car, made new friends, and began a new life. She met important people. One and all, important and unimportant, they wondered what the Newcombs did in bed to turn Arthur into such an exhausted shell of a man.

In the second year of their marriage, Karen realized she was getting bored. Arthur's kinky little games were becoming routine and tedious. She liked his subservience, the way he groveled at her feet, the way he sucked her cunt and ass for hours and hours. She enjoyed it, but never as much as he did. Even the boys she brought home to fuck under his nose didn't do the trick. She had a need for something far out, something really wild, something to establish her complete dominance over Newcomb and drive him over the edge. She thought she knew what that something was.

Maybe it'll kill him, she thought. The idea brought a brief pang of remorse and then a vision of a truckload of hundred-dollar bills falling on her head. She told herself she was a greedy bitcfc and went ahead with her plans.

Then, as if to provide a sort of divine justification for it all, she found out about the television circuit in Arthur's office and his past habit of spying on the women's bathroom. For some reason the idea hit a raw nerve and she went into an extreme rage.

"You're a filthy pervert!" she screamed.

Arthur trembled. He loved her this way- she was all fire and passion and it turned him on.

Karen saw the lustful look in his eyes and sneered, "You want fucking, huh? You want one of your crazy little games? Do you have a hard-on, honey? Is your poor old prick aching to blast off? You said you watched me piss the first day I started working for you. Did it turn you on? Did you jerk off watching me?"

She left him alone and returned in a short while dressed in black nylon-exotic black panties and a black garter belt holding up jet black hosiery. Her black shoes had wicked pointed toes and needle-thin heels. Her bra had holes at the tips and her long thick nipples jutted through the holes like two pistols. She was a vision of hot lust, a sex witch who brought a shudder of uncontrolled desire to Newcomb's body.

"We do it my way, don't we, honey?" she taunted him. "My way or none at all!"

"Yes," Newcomb whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my love."

"That's better. Get your clothes off, shithead. Get your prick out in the air."

When he stood naked, his cock rigid and throbbing, she looked him up and down and smirked.

"You're drooling cock juice all over the rug," she said. "All hot to trot, aren't you?"

She ran her fingers over his belly, over the bush of hair at the base of his cock, and cupped his balls in her palm. He winced when she closed her hand tightly and pulled his ball-sac.

"Hurt?"

"No," he said.

"I ought to hurt you. I ought to get even for your peeking at me in the bathroom at the office. That was nasty, Arthur. Don't you think you ought to be punished?"

Now her fingers moved over the length of his throbbing cock to flutter over his bloated cockhead. She scooped up some of the juice dribbling out of the slit. Her eyes glittering, she brought her hand up to smear the sticky cock juice over his lips.

He licked and slurped and sucked her fingertips clean. Then she wiped her fingers on his chest to get rid of his saliva and patted his cheek.

"You're a good boy, Arthur. Are you clean?"

"Yes," he whispered.

She made him turn around and bend over to expose his asshole. She rubbed the ball of her thumb over the ring of his asshole and then pushed her thumb inside and probed around.

"Tight," she said. "Feel good?"

His only response was a groan of delight. She abruptly pulled her finger out and wiped it on his ass.

"Get on the rug," Karen ordered. "On your back."

They were both lost now, lost in a jungle of dark desires. She knelt over his face, reveled in making him strain his head up to gobble and lick her nylon-covered pussy.

"Suck it!" she groaned. "Take the whole thing in your mouth! Suck the juice out of my panties!"

She made him chew on the crotch piece of her panties until it was soaked with a mixture of her cunt juice and his saliva. Then she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and made him lick her cunt until the hair covering her cuntlips was plastered down with his spit.

"I ought to pee in your face," she hissed.

"You want that, don't you, honey? But not here, not on the rug. We don't want piss on the rug, do we, darling?"

She climbed off him, wiggled her ass in his face, and walked away to the bathroom. He crawled after her like an obedient dog. Inside the bathroom she peeled off her panties and ordered him into the bathtub. They had never yet come this far and they were both flushed with desire.

"In the bathtub," she said huskily.

He meekly climbed into the tub and lay down on his back. After kicking off her shoes, she climbed in after him and squatted over his face with her wide-open hairy cunt only inches from his twitching nose.

"Beg me for it!" she hissed. "Go on, beg me!"

A croaking sound of despair came out of his throat.

"Beg!" she cried.

"Please!" he whimpered.

"Please, what?"

"Please piss on me!"

With a long sigh of relief and exultation, she relaxed her muscles and let loose a stream of hot piss on his face.

He groaned with such ecstasy she thought he shot his load, but he hadn't come and he was still hard.

She helped him clean up. "Poor Arthur," she crooned. "You're so brave. So brave and so sweet, just a regular little sweetie. Everything is all right now. Let's go to the bedroom."

"Can we fuck now, Karen?"

"We'll fuck when I'm ready for it!" she snapped. "Get your ass into the bedroom!"

She followed him down the hall, her eyes on his round firm ass.

"Wait for me on the bed," she said.

She made a telephone call. When she returned to the bedroom, Arthur was curious but she said nothing. She crawled over him, straddled his body and hung her tits over his face. She was still wearing her cut-out bra and only her nipples were exposed. The thick nubs were rigid and extended with her excitement.

"Suck my tits," she ordered.

He eagerly obeyed. She dropped a tit over his face and wiggled the nipple into his mouth. He sucked at her like a baby, his cheeks hollowing and mewling sounds of satisfaction coming out of his throat.

When he had her nipple almost raw and hurting, she pulled it out of his mouth and gave him the other one.

"You sure know how to suck a tit, Arthur!"

she moaned.

Poised over him as she was, it was no trouble to direct her steaming cunt down to his throbbing cock. In a moment she had his thick cock pushed into the juice-filled channel of her cunt and she lunged down to completely impale herself on it.

"Aaahhh, yesss!" she groaned. "That's nice!"

The feeling of control, of doing her own fucking, filled her with a mixture of power and sex that made her almost wish she were a man.

"Good, baby?" she asked, rolling her ass around, bending his cock back and forth inside her cunt.

He shook his head off her tit long enough to answer. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Karen! Fuck me good!"

"That's a good boy," she cooed, dropping her tit to fill his mouth again. "Your cock feels good, Arthur. Lots of nice cock filling me up. Big thick hard cock. I'll fuck you all night. Shove it in there! Fuck my cunt!"

Pulling herself back from him, she cupped her tits in both hands and squezed them while he strained upward trying to get them again. She laughed at him and pushed her cunt down harder on his cock. She deliberately teased him, holding back her tits from his mouth un-

til he started begging. She continued rolling her ass around in slow circles as she moved up and down on his rigid prick.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Who the hell is that?" Newcomb groaned.

Karen laughed softly. "A surprise," she said. She slipped off his juice-coated swollen cock and patted his cheek. "You stay right here until I come back, you hear?"

"Sure, honey," he moaned. "But for God's sake make it quick!"

"Karen, I'm nervous!" Marylou Smith said.

"Don't be silly," Karen laughed. "Arthur is like a little lamb. He'll do anything I tell him to do. That's a pretty dress, honey. You look adorable today. We'll get you dressed up in some sexy things and knock his eyes out! Come on, we can do it in one of the empty bedrooms. One advantage of money, darling, is that there's always enough space. God, how I hate the thought of my old apartment!"

Grabbing Marylou's hand, Karen pulled her down the carpeted hallway and into a small guest bedroom. Getting Marylou involved had seemed crazy when she'd first thought of it, but now that the moment was at hand, Karen found herself flushed with excitement. She loosened the belt of her robe to cool off. She chuckled when she saw Marylou's admiring glance at her nude body under the open robe.

"Get your clothes off," Karen said. "I've got some lingerie for you. Arthur will go crazy when he sees you in it."

"You promised I'd wear a mask," Marylou giggled. "I don't think I could go through with it if he recognizes me."

"Don't worry about that," Karen assured her. "I've got a mask big enough to hide your whole face. He's never seen you without clothes, so the problem is solved, isn't it?"

Marylou nodded as she stripped off her clothes. When Karen had first told her what she had in mind, Marylou had been shocked. Then, after thinking about it, she decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get even with Newcomb for all the little indignities she'd suffered while she'd been his secretary. She tingled with anticipation now. She also found it stimulating to peel her clothes off in. front of Karen. She remembered the erotic sessions they'd had together.

"Sweet little tits," Karen said. She was tempted to throw Marylou down on the bed and gobble her girlish pussy, but Arthur couldn't be kept waiting too much longer.

In a short while the two women walked into the master bedroom where Newcomb was stretched out on the bed.

Except for a pair of shoes with high thin heels, Karen was nude.

Marylou wore high heels, smoky nylons, and a frilly garter belt. Her small tits jiggled provocatively. Her cunthair was completely shaved off to show the pink slit of her cunt between two fat pussy lips. Her face was completely covered by a beaded mask with two openings for her eyes.

"Jesus Christ!" Newcomb groaned. "What's going on here?"

"My surprise, darling," Karen laughed. "You can start by licking her pussy!"

A few miles away, Don Graham was holding his wife's pretty shell-like ears as he pistoned his cock smoothly in and out of her widely stretched rosebud mouth.

Arlene gagged when his cockhead hit the back of her throat.

"Sorry, honey," Don said. "Just hold still and let me do the fucking. You could cover your teeth a little more. That's my baby!"

He used a slow rhythm. Arlene had only recently become used to mouth-fucking and she couldn't take the full treatment yet. Eventually he'd be able to fuck her mouth as though it were a cunt, but for the time being he had to be satisfied with what he could get.

"I ought to be getting a promotion soon," Don said. "Newcomb is sure in a good mood these days. I suppose it's that new wife of his. She's a real piece of ass!"

Arlene noisily pulled her mouth off Don's cock and looked up at his face.

"I don't like the way you said that."

"Huh?"

"She was once your secretary. You didn't fool with her, did you?"

"Hell, no! You know I wouldn't cheat on you, honey."

The memory of Karen's hot mouth wrapped around his cock brought a twitch to Don's cock. "Come on, baby, let's have that sweet mouth again!" he said to Arlene. "I really dig fucking your mouth! Play with my balls while I do it. Just keep jiggling them until I blast off."

"Oh, Don, do you really have to come in my mouth?"

"Jesus Christ, what's a blow job without coming? Just a lousy little suck, that's all!

Blow me, damn it!*'

Arlene obediently cupped her hand under his balls and jiggled them on her palm.

"Use your tongue," he said.

"What?"

"Use your tongue on my balls, Arlene."

"Oh, God!" she wailed. "I know this is perverted!"

Moving her mouth close to the loose-hanging sac holding his balls, she tilted her head back, lapped at his hairy nuts, and finally sucked one into her mouth.

"Yeah!" Don groaned.

She rolled the ball around with her tongue, sucking tenderly on its plum-like softness.

She's learning, Don thought. She would never be as good as Karen Newcomb, but it was better than nothing. Arthur Newcomb was a lucky old bastard to be able to have Karen suck his cock any time he wanted it. Yes, sir, Newcomb was lucky!

On Tinley Street, Charlie Farrell was getting ready to do something he'd been dreaming about for years. Wilma was unaware of what he had in mind. She was kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air waiting for Charlie to shove his cock inside her cunt.

"Luscious ass!" Charlie said admiringly.

Wilma giggled. Looking over her shoulder, she could see his huge cock poised over her ass. He was rubbing it with his hands, bringing himself to a full hard-on. She loved getting it doggie-style-it was the best fucking of all.

Now Charlie hunched forward over her back and parted her quivering asscheeks.

Wilma shifted to present her gaping hairy cunt to his hard cock. She groaned as she felt the spongy head of his cock push into the mouth of her cunthole. Then she gasped with frustration when his cock was suddenly withdrawn.

"Charlie!" she cried.

Once again his strong hands spread her asscheeks apart. She tried to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs in the crack of her ass was too great. Her asscheeks were stretched apart until she could feel the cool air against her quivering asshole.

"Charlie, what are you doing? Don't you dare!"

Charlie grunted. Her resistance added to his satisfaction that at long last he had mustered the will to conquer her tight butt hole.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," he said calmly.

"Never!"

"You're taking it up the ass, Wilma. I've been sticking my tongue in there for years. It's time you had yourself reamed out with something a little bigger."

She moaned. There was an unmistakable finality in his voice that told her it was no use. She could feel the tip of his finger in her asshole. She clenched her ass muscles tight in a desperate effort to stop him. She could cry out or twist away if she really wanted to, she knew that. Her ass was not really virginal-he had sucked it and chewed it and probed it with his fingers. She knew there would be pain at the beginning but pleasure afterward. The idea of having his cock up her ass was strangely exciting and at the same time intolerable.

Now Wilma relaxed a bit. Was Charlie really determined? Then she felt a second finger push into her asshole beside the first. She'd had two fingers in there before, but this time the thickness seemed ominous. She imagined Charlie's cock was more like three fingers than two. There was no way for his cock to get in there without hurting her. She tried to pull herself up on the bed away from him.

"Stop it!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"

"Bullshit!" Charlie hissed through clenched teeth. "You just relax and it won't hurt."

"I don't want it!"

"Honey, this time I don't give a shit what you want. You're getting my cock up your ass whether you like it or not."

A moan of pain and humiliation came out of her throat at the realization that there was no way to stop him.

As suddenly as he had pushed his fingers into her asshole, he now pulled them out again. Then he plunged them in again and began a steady fucking motion with his fingers. He had one palm planted firmly on the small of her back to keep her body fixed in position. Turning and twisting, his fucking fingers drove into her asshole to expand it and prepare it for the coming assault.

Sweet little asshole! he thought. In his mind he could already feel the tightness of it grabbing and milking his cock.

The elastic ring of her asshole clung to his fingers as they popped out with a sucking noise. He forced her legs wider apart with his knees and lowered his face to lick wetly at the damp crack of her ass. Swirling his tongue over the brown ring, he covered the hole with a gob of saliva.

"Raise your fucking ass, Wilma!"

She raised her ass higher, pressing her tits against the pillows, moaning softly at what she knew was the open invitation of her exposed cunt and asshole.

His hands now grabbed her fleshy hips and held them steady. She felt the head of his thick cock at the rim of her asshole and she gritted her teeth as she made up her mind not to scream.

Moving his hands over the cheeks of her ass, Charlie pressed his thumbs on either side of her wrinkled brown shithole.

"Just relax, Wilma. Just take it nice and easy."

She could feel him pulling her asshole open with his thumbs and then probing the hole with the tip of his cock. The touch of his cock was good at first, but then it became a hard, unstoppable force.

"Oh, sweet Mary, mother of God!" she moaned. "Ooohhh!"

She bit on the pillow to muffle her cries. The tight resistant ring of her asshole gave way before the steady pressure and suddenly the head of his cock popped inside her hot shithole.

"Oooohhh, dear God!"

There was no escape. The intrusion of his thick cock in her butthole vibrated through every fiber of her being. The rigid shaft produced waves of agony as it pushed into her rubbery asshole. His cock filled her ass like a wooden stake. In a moment his coarse crotch hair met the softness of her quivering asscheeks.

Charlie felt some easing of her muscles as he began slowly pistoning his cock in and out. Her asshole felt marvelous. It wasn't that much different from a really tight cunt, but the psychological stimulation was overwhelming. He was violating Wilma's hot muscular asshole, the asshole she had always denied him. The sensation of victory was sweet!

"You've got a lovely ass, Wilma," he said. "Really wonderful!"

Her only reponse was a moan. She felt less pain now and the beginning of a warm pleasurable sensation. The feeling of being stuffed and stretched was there, but it was good. Her ass instinctively moved backward to meet each thrust of his cock. Her body tingled with excitement, her hips gyrating in circles, her asshole tightly clasping his invading prick. The hot flashes radiating out of her cunt brought home the fact that she was totally conquered.

Now he rammed into her fast and hard, his swollen balls smacking against her trembling upturned ass. Each mighty thrust of his rampant cock brought a cry of pleasure from her throat.

He rammed again and again, stretching her asshole, gasping as he bent over her back, finally quaking and grunting as he began shooting his hot jism deep inside her shithole.

"Oh, God, help me!*' Wilma groaned.

When at last Charlie reluctantly withdrew his deflated cock, his thick milky cum oozed out of her asshole to stream down the crack of her ass to her cunt.

As he looked down at his wife's fucked-out inflamed asshole, Charlie thought about Newcomb and Karen. How lucky Newcomb was to have Karen's ass any time he wanted it!

Lucky? At that very moment Arthur Newcomb was uncertain whether he was in hell or heaven. He was kneeling on the bed with his shoulders down and his ass in the air. His face was buried in Karen's steaming juice-drenched pussy. Behind him a woman wearing a mask, a woman who seemed familiar but still unknown, had a rubber cock strapped to her thighs, pistoning in and out of his tortured asshole.

Karen's cunt had a lovely pungent smell. He wouldn't mind crawling in there and forgetting the world. He'd crawl right up her drooling cunt and curl up in a good sleep.

"Keep sucking, Arthur," Karen said. "If you don't keep sucking me, our friend will stop fucking you. You don't want her to stop, do you?"

His reply was a great heave and a desperate gasp. His face buried itself more insistently in Karen's dripping cunt.

Marylou giggled and continued pumping the rubber cock in and out of his elastic asshole. She didn't care any more whether Newcomb recognized her. She was having too much fun. She was having the time of her life.

Karen stared down at Arthur's head and suddenly grew pale.

"Something is wrong," she said.

Marylou giggled again. "Maybe he's fainted. I'm sure fucking him to beat the band!"

"No, something is wrong!" Karen hissed. "Arthur? Are you all right? Answer me, Arthur! Arthur! My God, I think he's dead!"

Karen groaned. Marylou was too dumbfounded to make a sound. Like the idiot she was, she continued fucking Newcomb's asshole until Karen lashed her foot out and kicked her away. Karen patted Newcomb's lifeless head and looked at Marylou with vacant eyes.

"I guess I've just inherited an insurance company," Karen said. Then her eyes focused on Marylou and she smiled. 'Til be the new president of Fidelity Insurance. If you'd like a new job, you can be my secretary."

Marylou whimpered and nodded. "Is he really dead?"

Karen started laughing. "Dead! He's as dead as a doornail! He died getting fucked up the ass and you and I are the only ones who will ever know about it. You can keep a secret, can't you, Marylou?"

"I guess so," Marylou said weakly.

"Good," Karen nodded. "Now get rid of that shitty-looking cock and get down here and suck my cunt like a good little secretary."