Chapter 4
Mandy Thomas stood in shocked silence and watched the three boys walk out of the woods. Mandy was thirty-three years old, and she'd never seen anything like the scene she'd just been watching. She could see the blonde woman getting dressed, trying to wipe away the spots of cum that covered her body.
"My God," Mandy said. "It's disgusting. Disgusting!"
Mandy walked quietly out of the woods and hurried back to her trailer. Over and over she kept telling herself the same thing. It was disgusting. A woman shouldn't allow herself to be used the way the blonde had allowed herself to be used.
Mandy couldn't believe that people even considered doing things like that.
Certainly Mandy wouldn't have done anything like that with her own husband. In fact, Mandy did very little with Ronald. He was a dull man, but she'd always been happy with him. At least she had always thought that she was happy. Suddenly she wasn't so sure. If what she had been watching was so disgusting, then why had she stood there so long? And why had she had so many strange new feelings while she was watching?
Why had she been so curious, and maybe even jealous?
Mandy shook her head. She wasn't jealous. Not that. She could never be jealous. She would never allow men to use her body that way. Not that men didn't want to use her.
Mandy was dark-haired and blue-eyed, but it wasn't her face that drew men's eyes to her. It was her body. She was tiny and stacked, and she had a vulnerable look about her that men loved. She knew that she could have her choice of men if she gave them any opening at all.
But she never did. She wasn't like that blonde woman who was always half-dressed and trying to seduce men. No wonder she had gone into the woods with those three boys. That woman didn't try to hide the fact that she loved having men look at her.
But Mandy wasn't like that. She just wished she understood the strange feelings she had gotten from watching the lewd scene in the woods. She had never felt like that before. Every nerve in her body was keyed to a feverish pitch. She could feel a tension at the back of her neck. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Ronald wasn't home when she got back to the trailer. He had evidently left for work early that morning. She was glad. She didn't want him seeing how flushed and upset she was. She didn't want to make any explanations.
In her trailer, Mandy turned on the air-conditioning. She wanted to cool off. She also fixed herself a cool drink. She sat on the couch sipping slowly, but even the cool liquid didn't seem to help. Finally she was forced to slip out of her clothes and put on a brief, thin, robe. At least she was a little cooler.
But she couldn't seem to get those lewd pictures out of her mind. She kept seeing those three blood-thickened cocks spraying white jism in the air and all over the blonde's shapely body. Mandy shivered. She wondered how the blonde could stand it. Then she wondered what it would feel like.
Perhaps Mandy would have gone on wondering about other men, and about sex, forever, if the doorbell hadn't rang at that moment. Any other time, she would not have gone to the door in that robe, but she was feeling slightly naughty and a little giddy from drinking so early in the morning.
She went to the door as she was, and she was surprised to find her next door neighbor standing outside.
She didn't know him well. She only knew that he was the husband of the blonde woman she'd just seen in the woods. He was a big, broad-shouldered man, and he was very good looking. Mandy wondered how his wife could play around on him.
"Excuse me," Greg said, his eyes taking in every luscious curve. "I was looking for my wife. She usually goes out for a swim, but I couldn't find her at the lake. I saw footprints in the sand leading back here."
"She's not here," Mandy said. "I saw her earlier this morning. I'm not sure where she went."
"Oh," Greg said. "I thought you might have spoken to her."
"No," Mandy said. "It's a shame, but Ronald and I haven't talked to many people since we moved in. It's hard for us to make new friends. We're both kind of shy people."
"I understand," Greg said, "but I thought she might have mentioned where she was going. Lisa sometimes acts as if she's only got half a mind."
Lisa, Mandy thought. So that was the blonde's name. It seemed to fit her. Mandy wondered what her husband would say if she told him the truth-that his wife was getting dressed after behaving like an animal out in the woods. Mandy decided against saying anything like that. This man looked like he might get violent when he was angry. Mandy didn't want to feel responsible for anything happening.
"Well," Greg said. "I suppose she'll come back when she gets ready. I have to get to work.
He started to leave. Suddenly, Mandy didn't want him to leave. Maybe the drink was working on her a little, but she knew she wanted him to stay with her for a while. She told herself it had nothing to do with what she'd been watching that morning. She didn't have anything in mind-just a little talk.
"Do you have to go right now?" Mandy asked. Greg stopped. He wondered what was going on in her mind. She wasn't that pretty, but he could see the outline of her shapely body under the robe she wore. She also had gorgeous legs. He would enjoy getting in between them.
"I should be going to work," Greg said, "but maybe I could stay for a few minutes."
"That would be nice," Mandy said. "We could get to know one another."
Mandy shivered as she allowed the tall, handsome man to come into her trailer. She had never been alone with any man except her husband-especially dressed as she was. She was naked underneath the thin robe, and she knew she was giving him an eyefull.
She couldn't seem to make herself send him away. Something inside her wanted him to stay, needed him to stay.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "Or maybe some breakfast?"
"It's a little early for me," he said.
She sat down on the couch. He sat down across from her. Greg grinned. It was obvious that this young woman was on the make. Maybe for the first time in her life. Greg felt an uncomfortable bulge in his trousers. Well, he would damn well give her what she wanted.
"You're a very pretty woman," Greg said.
"Thank you," she said, "but I'm not really."
"Certainly you are," Greg insisted. "You're the kind of woman a man likes to think about-a womanly woman. In these times, a woman like you is hard to find."
"Stop that," Mandy said, but his words caused warmth to spread all over her body. She was ready when he moved over on the couch and his knee touched hers. He was hot. His knee almost burned her. She wished she had the strength to stop, but she was curious to see what was going to happen. She kept telling herself that she would stop things before they had gone too far.
"A very pretty woman," Greg said, putting his hand on her knee. "You're really very sexy!"
"You shouldn't be talking to me like that," she said. "I'm a happily married woman."
"And I'm a married man," Greg said, "but that shouldn't matter when two people like each other."
She was taken by surprise when he kissed her. What was even more surprising was the tongue that suddenly stabbed into her mouth. She didn't push him away. She couldn't. Her entire body was suddenly burning with desire.
She put her hand on his thigh. She didn't have the courage to move her hand any higher, but he took care of that. He put his hand on top of her and slowly pulled her hand up his thigh. She felt the tip of his cock and jerked her hand away.
"Oh God," she said. "What am I doing? I can't do this. I'm a married woman."
"Just relax and enjoy," Greg told her.
He took her hand again. This time he forced her resisting hand into his lap. She felt the hard prick there. Her hands began trembling. She wanted to move her hand, but she also wanted to leave it there. She was just so confused.
"Please," she said. "Don't make me do anything."
"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do," Greg told her.
She wished she had on more clothes. Greg was kissing her and slowly pushing her backwards on the couch. Her robe had slipped up above her thighs. She knew he could see the curly black hairs of her pussy.
"I'm afraid," she said, shivering. "I'm so afraid."
"I'm going to take care of you," Greg promised her. "I'm not going to hurt you."
That didn't make her feel any better.
Greg was unbuttoning the top buttons on her robe. She kept putting her hand on top of his, but he kept pushing her away. He got half her robe undone and freed her perfectly shaped tits.
"Gorgeous," Greg said. "Your tits are gorgeous. They look so good that I have to taste them."
"Oh please don't do this to me," she begged, but he wasn't listening to her.
He bent his head and took one of her succulent nipples into his mouth. Her titflesh tasted sweet. He sucked more of it between his lips and used his teeth in gentle little bites. He could sense that he was getting her more turned-on.
He moved his face down her belly, licking and kissing her belly and then her other tit. He sucked as much of her creamy titflesh into his mouth as he could manage. He rolled the nipple beneath his tongue and then bit down gently on it.
She was a wild one-wilder than the red-headed bitch he'd had a few days before. Maybe it was because her pussy had never been tapped by a man who wasn't her husband-at least Greg didn't think it had.
He had her moaning in delight as his tongue moved over both her round, creamy tits. He wet both tits with his saliva. He kissed the softness of her belly and felt her excited tenseness.
"You taste good, baby," he told her. "Your tits are fresh and sweet. I love to tongue a woman's tits, and her belly, and especially her pussy!"
He had her really squirming now. His lips had touched the soft downy fur just at the end of her belly. She knew what he was going to do; it was driving her wild.
"Oh my God," she said. "I've never heard a man talk to me that way before. I've never had a man do this!"
Greg wondered how this pretty little cunt had managed to keep her panties on all these years. The cunt was starved for it. All a man had to do was find the right button to push, and she'd be willing to do anything.
Greg pulled the robe a little farther apart and moved his head down to her cuntmound. She gasped as he began kissing the soft fur of her pussy and almost running his tongue between her legs.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "I've never felt anything like this before. Oh!"
"You want me to eat you, baby?" Greg asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "I'm afraid."
Greg only smiled as he pushed her creamy thighs apart and took a long look at her sensitive clit. He could see the glistening juices on her pink pussy, and he knew she was ready for some good tongue kissing.
"I'm going to show you a good time, baby," he said. "I'm going to show you how to cry with delight."
He put his face between her legs and began licking at her tasty cunt. He knew that nobody had ever done this for her, and she was going crazy. She acted as if she was trying to buck him off. He pulled his face back and took a deep breath. Then he buried his face in her pussy once again. He stabbed his tongue deep into her burning cunt. He could feel her shivering with delight as he began driving his tongue in and out of her pussy like a cock. He wanted her to really enjoy it. He slipped the robe completely off of her and slipped his hands underneath her shapely little ass. He lifted her asscheeks in his palms and was able to stab his tongue deeper into her pussy.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "Jesus, that feels funny. It feels good. Good!"
He explored the crack of her ass with his finger, and he knew it felt strange to her. He also knew she wanted to try different things, and he was just the man to show her how.
He stabbed one finger into her asshole and started moving his finger in and out of her tight fitting asshole with the same rhythm of his fuckin tongue.
"My God," she groaned. "You're driving me crazy. You are making me crazy all over!
Mandy had never felt so strange. She had never had a tongue in her cunt before, and she had never had a finger in her asshole. She was remembering how it had looked when that boy had been fucking this man's wife in the ass. Mandy was remembering the intense pleasure as the blonde took all three boys on at once.
Greg raised his head. She didn't want him to stop. She reached for his head and tried to pull his face back. He only laughed at her. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Oh please," she begged him. "Don't stop. Don't stop!"
"What do you want me to do? Tell me, baby. Use the words. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy!"
She knew that he was trying to break her down, to leave her without any pride. Then she would have been conquered by him completely. She would be his. She hesitated. She didn't want to lose that much. She wanted to be left with a little bit of respect for herself.
"Come on, pussy," he said. "Tell me what you want. Beg me. Ill give it to you."
She couldn't stand the wait. She was burning hot. She gave in to her desires.
"Eat me," she begged him. "Eat my pussy! Put your tongue in my cunt! Eat my pussy!"
Greg was grinning as he pushed his face into her pussy. This time he was going to take her all the way. He wanted to feel her going crazy under the touch of his tongue. He kept moving his finger in and out of her ass while he licked her pussy.
"Yes," she cried. "That's what I want. Oh yes. That feels so good!"
She cried out loudly as she felt him sucking her taut clit into his mouth. A shiver of delight went down her spine. She twisted so that he was getting more of her clit into his mouth. Now he started sucking on it hard. She could feel the tautness in her stomach and along her back.
"Oh God," she cried out. "I don't know what you're doing to me. You're making me feel so crazy!"
She put both hands on the back of her head and began grinding her cunt into his face. At that moment, she wouldn't have given a damn if her husband had walked in. She would have gone right on squirming beneath Greg's hot tongue.
"That's good," she moaned. "That's so good! So good!"
She felt the first tingling explosion in her belly, wilder than anything she had felt before.
"Em coming," she screamed. "Em coming. Oh, your tongue feels so good! I'm coming. COMING. AIEEEEEE!"
She heard him swallowing her juices as she flooded his mouth. The sounds made her come more and more. Finally, the shivers quit going through her body.
"Oh my goodness," she said. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Greg knew he was only just getting started teaching her to feel new things. He sat up and took a long look at her luscious body. She was really built. She had been wasted for a lot of years, and he was determined that she wasn't going to be wasted anymore.
Mandy began to turn red under his direct stare. She was beginning to realize what she had done. She had turned into a wanton woman, begging for his tongue and acting as lewd as the blonde in the woods.
She reached for her robe, but Greg caught her hand.
"Don't try to cover up, baby," he told her. "You're mine now. Mine to look at and to fuck when I want. So don't try and cover that sweet looking pussy."
She protested, but what he said was the truth. She had given in to him, and there was no fight left in her. She nodded, and he knew she had accepted the fact that she belonged to him.
"That's better," he said. Greg leaned back on the couch. "Now I want you to undress me."
She was trembling, but she didn't resist. She moved closer and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. She bit her lip as she stared at his trousers. He took her hand and pressed it against his prick again. She felt the hard cock there and shivered.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Undress me."
She undid his belt buckle and slipped his trousers down his legs. He still wore his shorts. She looked nervously at the big cock bunched up there. Finally, she put her hand back in his lap again. She sighed as she felt the throbbing prick in her fingers. God, her husband had never felt like this. Her husband had never given her these kinds of feelings. Ronald was an unexciting man compared to Greg.
"I'm scared again," she admitted.
"That's all right, baby," he said. "I'm going to teach you to do everything for a man."
She nodded. He made her take down his shorts to release that magnificent piece of cock in his shorts. She wrapped her fingers around the prick without being told. She could feel it jumping excitedly.
"Have you ever kissed a man's cock?" he asked. "Have you ever sucked a man until he shot his cream in your mouth?"
"No," she answered weakly.
"Well get on your goddamn knees then," he said. "Get down there and gobble my prick up. Get it in your fucking mouth!"
She had never been talked to that way before; it excited her. She had to do as he told her. She sank down to her knees in front of him and took a long look at his purplish cock. She had never realized a man's cock could be that big. It frightened her. She didn't think she could get it into her mouth.
"What are you waiting on, bitch?" Greg asked, taking a thick handful of her hair in his tight grip. "Get down on it. Take a hot mouthful of cock!"
Her heart was pounding as she dropped her face to his lap. She could smell the strong male aroma of his cockmeat, and she could see the little white drop at the tiny slit. She shook her head. She couldn't do this. This was disgusting.
"Damn it," Greg said. "Suck it, cunt, suck it or I'll break your goddamn neck!"
He was giving her no choice. He drove his prick against her lips; she tasted his thick jism. She licked her lips. It really wasn't so bad. It had a strong salty flavor.
She felt him stabbing his prickhead against her lips again. This time she opened her mouth and sucked his hot, sweaty cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue over the meaty crown, almost hoping that he would be satisfied with that.
"Come on, bitch," he said. 'Take it in your mouth. Suck it deep, and I'll give you a nice mouthful of cum!"
He put his hand on the back of her head and forced her closer to his prick. She took more of his hot cock into her mouth, feeling his hot meat grow swollen.
"That's it, sugar," he said. "That's the way. Take it all in your mouth!"
He held the back of her head tightly and began stabbing his hot wet cock in and out of her mouth. She felt the bloated head reach the back of her throat; she gagged. He pulled out, but only for a moment. Then he was stabbing his cock deep into her throat once more.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "This is what a cunt like you was made for-just to have a cock in your mouth. That's right, cunt. Use your tongue and teeth on my cock. Suck me good!"
He loosened his grip for her to bob her head up and down. She established a rhythm with her sucking and bobbing. She tasted more of thick cum leaking into her mouth. She raised her head as he wrapped two handfuls of hair around his fingers.
"Come on, sugar," he said. "Come on. I want you to suck me good. Come on!"
He pushed her back down into his lap, and she tasted his cum juice leaking all over her lips. She licked it away before she opened her mouth wide enough to take his bloated cockcrown.
"Tickle my balls, sugar," he said. "Tickle my balls. Put your fingers on them."
She moved her hand up his thighs to his balls. She ran her fingertips over them as he stabbed his prick in and out of her mouth. She felt another glob of his cum filling her mouth, and she felt his cock growing bigger.
"Shit," he moaned. "Oh shit. I'm going to come, bitch. I'm going to blow it in your mouth. Swallow it, baby! Swallow every goddamn drop! OH FUCK!"
She gagged as his thick juice spilled into her mouth. She felt it spilling out of her lips. She felt the wet liquid cum on her chin and spilling onto her tits.
"Swallow, bitch," he groaned. "Swallow!" She began to swallow quickly and drink the rest of his hot fluid.
"That's right, baby," he told her. "Now lick my cock clean. Lick up every drop!"
She felt wicked as she began licking his thick cock. He didn't grow soft as she'd expected. Instead, he was still as hard as a rock, and she could still feel his prick throbbing as she licked him.
"My God," she said finally. "I've never met a man like you."
"No, baby," he said. "And you never will again. Now why don't you lay back and I'll give you about six inches!"
It didn't take her long to lean back. Her pussy was hot and ready when he came over her. She lifted her ass to meet his brutal thrust.
"Oh Jesus," she screamed, as she felt that hot cock sliding up her hot fuckhole. "Jesus!"
"Move that ass, baby," he said. "Fuck me!"
"Oh shit," she screamed. "Oh shit yes!"
She had all kinds of lewd pictures going through her mind as she began to hump back to meet his thrusting cock. She kept thinking of the blonde in the woods and all those hard cocks stabbing in to her. How come that blonde would play around when she had a cock like her husband's waiting at home?
Greg's cock filled her completely, stretching her pussy in such a delicious way. She loved it. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ass.
"Give it to me," she screamed savagely. "Give me all your cock! Give it to me!"
Greg knew he had latched onto a wildcat as he thrust into her pussy as hard as he could. He could feel her pussy squeezing the thickness of his cock each time he fucked into her. Her pussy juices were boiling again. She was rubbing her big tits against his chest.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Oh, give it to me hard!"
"I'm fucking you as hard as I can now, bitch," he told her.
He kept fucking his prick into her and felt her body start to shiver.
"I'm coming," she screamed. "Oh Jesus, I'm coming again. I'm coming again. OH GOD!"
She learned fast. Almost as soon as she started coming, she slipped her hand between his heavy balls. She began fingering his sacs as he drove his prick into her.
"Fill me up," she moaned. "Fill me up with your cum juice. Fill up my cunt."
"Oh God yes, bitch," he moaned.
He kept stroking her until he felt the hot cum in his balls start to shoot up his cock. He slowed down his pace. He wanted it to last, but he couldn't make it last forever. Her fingers tickling his balls made him start slamming his cock a little faster again.
"Shit," he groaned. "I'm going to come. Oh shit, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming. SHIT!"
He stabbed forward and his prick juice began to pour into her cunt. She kept squirming beneath him until his prick had been drained dry. Only then did she take her legs from around his ass.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "I'll say one thing for you-you can really go once you get started!"
His cock had fucked her completely. She was his to command. She rolled over on her side and stared at his cock hungrily. He could already feel a hot swelling in his balls. Christ, he had created a fuck monster.
"Mmmmm," she said. "Are you going to fuck me again?"
"Sorry, baby," he said, "but I've got to get to work. We'll see each other again. That I promise you."
"I'll be looking forward to it," she said.