Chapter 6
Jan felt the sun prying at her clenched eyelids and awakened with a terrible jerk. The last hazy fragments of a tormenting dream clung to her mind for a moment, confusing her. Then it slid away, leaving nothing behind but a vague, uneasy feeling.
At first the young housewife didn't understand what had happened, then she moved her legs and that movement made her raw clitoris sting and vibrate back to life. The sensation brought back the memory of last night in one sickening rush!
"Ohhhh nooooo," Jan moaned, and quickly slipped out of bed. She stood staring down at her sleeping husband and felt deep, deep shame flood in on her. She wanted to run, wanted to go some place and die rather than admit to herself what she'd done. She whirled and was about to run from the room when she caught sight of her image in the large mirror over the dressing table.
The blonde housewife stood transfixed as she stared at the rumpled, red-eyed slut that stood naked before her. She was so shocked by the change she saw in herself that she couldn't resist the temptation to move closer, to get a better look.
Slowly Jan's eyes moved from the tired circles under her eyes past her trembling, slack lips. She noticed a faint purplish line that surrounded one nipple and remembered when Verna's excitement had boiled over and she'd bit her there. The memory of that passionate moment triggered other memories and, without warning, the naked blonde found herself back in that room with Verna again!
"You bitch, you sweet-tasting bitch," the slim brunette had whispered.
Jan gasped softly and felt the lewd impulse to play with her stiffening nipples when her body remembered the wet caress of Verna's tongue and the firm, maddening sucking of her lips. For a moment Jan felt shame creeping on her again but it was a weak emotion compared with her excitement and it was easily pushed away.
"Suck me! Go on girl, you groaned and squealed when I ate you, now it's your turn!"
Jan's hand crept to her mouth. She touched her lips and thought of how it had felt with Verna's black bush pressed against them. Her pink tongue darted out and licked at her fingers as it had licked and lapped at the woman's wet, hard clitoris.
"You were so easy," the rumpled blonde whispered to her staring image. "She knew you. All she had to do was touch you and you were ready to do any filthy thing she asked!" Jan's cheeks flushed pink when she thought of how she'd moaned and writhed as the excited brunette had pressed her flat on the sofa, then climbed astride her, ending up by sitting on her chest. Jan could still feel the strange, twisted excitement-that rose up when Verna's firm ass pressed down on her large breasts and a hand caught her thick hair to pull her head up. She moaned and licked absently at her fingers when she remembered the strong but not unpleasant taste of her rival's slot. At the time, she'd had a fleeting thought of the thick pricks that had speared in between those folds and tried to pull her mouth away, but Verna held her in place. Her pelvis rose and fell as she ground her slippery folds against Jan's lips, sighing and muttering as she was speared and invaded by the blonde's wiggling tongue.
Bits and pieces of what followed taunted and tormented Jan. She still stared at the mirror but the woman there no longer looked like her. It was amazing and frightening to realize it, but Jan knew she'd died sometime during the night." Her body was still here and functioning, but the real Jan, the person she had been, had simply withered and died in the white-hot blaze of the perverted excitement of the night. What stood before her now was a stranger to her, a stranger whose hungers and desires frightened her!
Dave sighed and rolled over on the bed. Jan froze. Her eyes warily watched him but he fell back into a deep sleep. Moving quietly but quickly, Jan went to her open suitcase. She selected a shirt and a tight pair of jeans. She didn't want to be in the room when her husband awakened. She couldn't face him after what she'd done-she just couldn't stand to do that!
It was still early. None of the other guests were up yet and the only sounds in the lodge were coming from the kitchen, where the cook was preparing breakfast. Without realizing it, Jan retraced her steps of the night before and found herself standing before the large sofa in the little living room. She stared fixedly at the rumpled cushions of the sofa and almost cried with shame.
"How could it have happened like that?" Jan said to herself. "I'm not like that, I know I'm not a. . . lesbian, so why was it so nice for me?" She almost wished she hadn't asked herself that, but it was something she would have to face if she was going to understand this new person she'd become.
But she couldn't do it here-it was too close to the problem!
The birds were singing in the trees as the young blonde walked out into the sunlight. She smiled faintly and drew in a deep breath of cool fresh air. Jan felt her blood bubbling in her veins and had to admit that she felt wonderful! Regardless of the shame she felt about last night, her body felt wonderfully relaxed and most satisfied.
There was a faint clinking sound coming from the stable. The sound was followed by the impatient voice of a man. At first Jan was going to walk away. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She had turned and headed in the opposite direction when the voice rose again and she recognized it. It was Sam Bendy, Verna's blonde god of a lover!
Jan still didn't want to see anyone but there was something very challenging about that man. He was so confident, so aware of his appeal to women that it made her want to see what he had. Even while she debated with herself her feet had turned her and had her headed for the stable door.
The big man was just tightening the saddle cinch on the horse when Jan pushed the stable door open and strolled in. He looked up and flashed his perfect white smile at her. She felt uncomfortable when his bold eyes left her face and took a slow, deliberate tour down the lush curves of her body.
"Another early riser. That's great! I thought I was the only one." He smiled again and despite her distrust of him, Jan felt herself responding to his easy charm. Sam moved forward and took her hand in his. "Why don't you go for a ride with me this morning, Mrs. Green? Let me saddle a horse for you and we'll be back before the others even manage to struggle out of the sack."
Jan felt a strong warning chill race down her spine and shook her head as she tried to pull her hand free of Sam's big paw. "Oh ... no, I don't think so ... thank you."
The man just smiled at her shy refusal.
"Of course you'll go. You do ride, don't you?"
Before she could lie about it, Jan felt her head nodding.
"Great, then it's settled. You just wait here and I'll be ready in a few minutes." He had turned and was stepping into a stall before she startled Jan could protest.
"We'll ride up along the ridge. It's always nice in the early morning like this." Sam made a clucking sound to his horse and the big animal headed up the narrow trail. Jan's horse began to move before she knew it, and it followed the stallion up the same trail.
The animals moved steadily up the side of the ridge. After a while Jan looked back and was surprised to see how small and distant the lodge was. She looked ahead and was vaguely embarrassed to see Sam's stallion's immense penis begin to slide out of its sheath and stiffen. She tried to look away but her eyes wouldn't move. There was something so natural, so exciting about the monstrous shaft! Jan felt a giggle trying to escape her. For some insane reason the long animal cock reminded her of Sam Bently!
"We'll rest the horses here. It's a nice spot." Sam swung down from the stallion and unhooked a bedroll from behind his saddle. Jan meekly followed suit and stood to one side while he tied the horses in the shade. She looked carefully at both animals and they didn't look tired or overheated to her.
"We can sit in the shade and look out over the valley," Sam said as he led the way to a grassy spot under a large tree. Without saying another word, the huge man spread the blanket and sat down. Jan stood at the edge of the blanket. She knew better than to sit with him but a little devil was loose in her brain and it prodded her until she moved forward and sank down. Despite these new, aggressive feeling she had, she made sure not to sit too close to him.
"What's the matter, Jan?" Sam asked, using her first name for the first time. "Are you afraid of me?"
His sardonic grain prickled Jan's pride and she fell into his simple trap. "Of course I'm not afraid of you!"
When he grinned again, a new light seemed to flare up in his eyes and the young blonde found that she was afraid after all, but it was too late.
Sam lay propped on one elbow. The position made his shirt gape open, giving Jan a view of his broad, hairless chest. "Good. I'd like to be a friend, Jan, and friends aren't afraid of one another, are they?" He patted the blanket beside him and when she didn't move he leaned forward and caught her hand. "Don't be shy. I won't hurt you, baby."
The big man's fingers tightened around her wrist and the beautiful woman found herself being drawn forward. "Uhh ... please, Sam, you know I'm married," she whispered. But he didn't stop until she lay on the blanket beside him. Sam grinned and shook his head while he pressed a quieting finger against her protesting lips.
"Don't worry, honey, he won't find out. Besides, we both know he's banging Verna, so why can't you have a little fun for yourself?"
Jan felt the sting of resentment surging up in her but he didn't give her a chance to retort. His powerful arm slipped around her shoulders and she was drawn up against him.
"Relax, baby. It's going to be good between us, I can tell." His lips pressed against hers and his muscular tongue speared into her mouth. Jan tried to resist him but it only took seconds for the broad blade of his tongue to find hers and wrap around it. Jan's hand shook as it slowly rose and began to massage the hard muscles of his shoulder. The big man responded to her obvious surrender by running his hand down the base of her spine, he pressed at her and the helpless housewife felt her pelvis being thrust forward until it was mashed up against the growing bulge of his penis.
"Oooo, don't do that," Jan managed to gasp when the kiss broke. "I don't care what Dave does, but I don't cheat!" It was a lie and Jan was sure Sam could sense that. She felt the vibrations of his chuckle against her swelling nipples. His hand kept her pressed tight against him, so tight she could feel the blood pounding in his veins, feel the thud of his heart.
"Just relax, baby. You need a good healthy fuck so bad that I can hear your ovaries screaming for it!" He laughed and pressed forward, rubbing the bulge of his cock against her. "Man, did Verna ever have you pegged right. She told me all about you, baby!"
Anger added spark to her courage and Jan tried to push free of him. "What do you mean? What did that bitch say about me?"
"She told me that Jan Green was an uptight prig. She said the best thing that could happen to Jan Green was for her to be taken off somewhere and fucked until she couldn't crawl!"
It was like being sentenced to jail. Jan felt her courage falter, then die completely as she heard the steady confidence in his voice.
Suddenly Sam released her and rolled up on his knees beside her. His face looked determined, the easy grin gone. His finger popped open the snaps of his western shirt, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Get undressed, chick," he said calmly.
Jan stared up at the man. She made no move to do what he demanded. Sam's voice grew colder and more demanding. "Don't play games with me, honey. You've got a choice-either take your shit off right now or I'll rip it off. Do you want to have to go back to the lodge naked?"
Jan's nerves felt as if they'd been brutally plucked. She stared in shocked amazement at the man. It was obvious that Sam meant what he said. She didn't have any choice-he was going to take her!
The moment Jan's fingers began to undo her shirt buttons she felt a shameful spreading of her lubricating fluids. How could she be excited by what was happening to her? This was nothing more than rape! Why did that make her love-bud grow hot and hard between her trembling thighs?
"That's good," the big man purred. His shirt was off and he undid his belt buckle but made no attempt to unzip his fly. "Hurry up, baby, daddy needs some help here," he said, patting the distinct outline of his big prick.
Jan hurriedly sat up and peeled the shirt from her arms but she wasn't moving fast enough to suit Sam. He grinned and a big finger hooked in the center band of her straining bra. It only took a quick twist of his wrist to rip the garment, baring her full breasts to his icy-blue eyes. Sam's expression didn't change as he fondled her.
Jan shuddered and felt the increased flutter of excitement in her drooling vagina as his rough fingers pinched and squeezed at her fleshy fruit. The blonde's little moan of pleasure turned into a distinct groan of pain as his fingers tightened around on full breast and began to draw her up.
"Owwww, that hurts," the young housewife moaned as she scrambled to her knees. The pressure of his fingers sent waves of pain mixed with excitement and she was amazed and ashamed to feel the nipple of her tortured breast grow hard and vibrate with excitement.
"If you don't like being hurt, do what you're told, slut," the big man grated. "Get your ass out of those pants and do it now!" His fingers slipped down the curve of her breast until they caught the long pointed nipple and twisted cruelly.
Jan's body shook and jerked as she frantically tore at the snaps and buttons of her jeans. Sam loomed over her and she felt helpless and afraid of his brute strength and hard attitude. Her shaking fingers drew her jeans down over her thighs until they bunched up around her knees. Jan felt the cool mountain air blowing across her bare flesh and blushed when she realized that Sam was grinning down at her while he watched her humiliating strip-tease.
"The panties too, baby. Can't fuck too well through nylon." He was being deliberately crude with her and Jan knew it. He was rubbing her face in the filth and making her take it. The worst part was that she was not only taking it but beginning to enjoy it!
Briefly Sam let her wiggle free of his punishing grip on her soft breast. He let her go long enough for her to peel the wadded mess of her jeans and panties down over her feet, once she'd pushed her shoes and socks off. She knelt on the blanket, painfully aware that she was naked before a stranger. She could feel his icy eyes crawling over her like insects and she felt the slick inner muscles of her cunt drawing tight in anticipation. Sam didn't keep her waiting long. A large hand shot out and caught her at the back of her neck. Fingers twined in her thick blonde hair and jerked.
"Owwww," Jan whimpered as she was roughly jerked forward. She was completely off balance and teetered forward, her face pressed against the sweaty crotch of the man's jeans.
"You got the idea right off," Sam said mockingly. "That's just the kind of help daddy needs." The faint humor left his voice and he went on. Jan could hear the strain of excitement in his next words. "Open my fly and fish it out with your tongue, bitch. If you use your hand I'll slap you around." For one raging millisecond the beautiful woman rebelled at being treated so shamefully, at being used like a slave! But the grip of the fingers at the back of her neck killed her revolt before it could begin. He would hurt her, would do even more awful things to her if she resisted him! The young blonde told herself that over and over as she fumbled at the tight buttons of the man's jeans. She told herself that, but deep down inside, where no one else could see, she was secretly glad it was happening. She gloried in the feeling of being dominated and used like a common whore!
The last button popped free and the taut fabric pulled apart with no help from her. Sam wore no underwear and the startled Jan found herself staring at his rampant penis as it snapped free of restraint and quivered before her eyes.
"like it, baby? Lots of chicks go a little crazy when they meet my boy there for the first time." Jan could believe him-he wasn't boasting! Her eyes grew wider as she stared at the monster before her. It grew out of a tangled mat of thick blonde hairs that almost hid an enormous pair of balls. The shaft was so thick it made the tight throat of her vagina ache just to look at it! "Be nice to my dong, baby. Treat it right and it'll send you to heaven!"
Jan felt herself tremble as her unbelieving eyes crept up the thick pole of flesh. He was circumcised and the glans stood free at the top. It was wide and pulpy looking, and the color went from deep red to near purple just while she looked at it. Thick drops of lube were seeping out of the weeping eye in the glans and they trickled down over the broad flange and wet the stretched flesh of the shaft. Sam's fingers tightened slightly at the nape of her neck and Jan knew what was expected of her without another sign.
The pretty housewife's body was at war with her mind. Her lips were already forming a circle, her tongue wetting them, making them ready to slip down over the fat crown of meat before her. She felt her belly shake with excitement as she leaned toward him, but her mind was resisting.
"No, no," a little voice whispered at her as the strong odor of his privates crept into her nostrils. "This is wrong, you can't let him treat you like this. You'll hate yourself if you don't fight him. Let him hurt you-that's nothing compared to losing your self-respect with this stranger, a man you don't even like!" But the call of her greedy body was much stronger than her mind and she impatiently brushed the thoughts aside the second her lips made skidding contact with Sam's furry balls. The big man grunted in surprise and his hand massaged the back of her neck as she began to lick at the round globes that held his lovely hot sperm.
"Ohhhh, shit! Verna was wrong. She told me that you'd never sucked a cock!" A nasty chuckle slipped into his voice as he began to roll his hips slightly, making his slick, wet orbs roll across her searching tongue. "What have you been doing, darling? You don't blow your old man, I know that, so where did you learn to use your tongue like that?"
Jan's ears burned red as he spoke to her but her embarrassment wasn't strong enough to make her stop the lovely licking. Remembering that she couldn't use her hands, the beautiful blonde inched a little closer and wrapped her arms around his powerful thighs as she began to lick and lip-suck her way up the veined, gnarled shaft of his cock. She could feel the hot pulse of his blood against the sensitive tip of her tongue and that combined with the taste of him to make her brain spin!
Inch by luscious inch Jan's tongue swirled and lapped up the impossible length of his cock. She pressed close to him, enjoying the feel of her bare breasts rubbing and brushing against his muscular thighs. The coarse hairs scratched and scrubbed at her pointed nipples. Sam was making deep grunting noises and his hips were jerking as he rubbed the fat meat of his shaft across her tongue.
"That's enough. Get to it and suck me, baby," the big mart growled.
Before she could move, Jan was pulled up by the hair! She whimpered at the stinging pain but her lips were ready and open for him when he pushed her face down on the dribbling knob. The bloated crown slid along her wet tongue and bumped hard against the back of her throat. He ignored her short gagging sound and began to saw the head and shaft in and out of her mouth. Jan made a soft, wet, gurgling sound deep in her throat and began to suck. The wet lining of her cheeks clamped in against his gnarled root and massaged it while her tongue slathered back and forth over the knob of his prick. She heard Sam sigh with pleasure and a perverse sort of pleasure rose up in her. She felt she should be ashamed of what she was doing, but instead she was glad she could do it well enough to please him. She was never going to understand herself!
"Yeah, you've been practicing, baby. You've got yourself some new honey-man who's taught you how to play the skin flute, hasn't he?"
Jan heard the snide humor in Sam's voice but she couldn't respond. His huge cock was moving in and out of her mouth, wetting itself in her warm saliva, stretching her lips so tight it was impossible for her to make a sound around it. "You like taking it this way, don't you, baby? I can see your nice ass wiggle every time it slams home. Well, you've got a good mouth to fuck, baby-the best!"
Jan felt a thick surge of shamed excitement roll in her belly when he talked to her like that. Her lips clamped even tighter around the moving tube of meat that filled her mouth so nicely as her lewd thoughts raced about in her brain. "That's what he's doing, he's fucking me in the mouth," she thought, enjoying the strange excitement. "He's using my mouth like a vagina. What would Dave think if he ever saw me like this?"
The beautiful housewife groaned and her head bobbed faster over the post-like staff as she tormented and teased herself with filthy dirty thoughts. A strange thing began to happen-the feel of the flesh moving through the tight oval of her lips, the taste of his sex, the liquid sucking sounds that escaped her all combined to stir and tickle her own feelings to a point just short of orgasm. "He hasn't even touched you," her fevered brain moaned. "All he's done is use you and hurt you and still you're ready to cum!"
Sam's fingers pulled back on her hair and the amazed blonde's head was jerked free of the thick lollipop she'd been eating. She whimpered in protest and tried to fit her dripping mouth back over the shiny red glans that stood before her. "Whoa, baby, haven't you had enough yet?" Sam laughed as he held her head away from his saliva-slick prod. "You'll get more later, baby. Now lay back."
Jan was bewildered. She didn't expect him to shove her like that and she fell back, landing sprawled on the blanket. Sam fell to his knees and held her thighs apart before she could clamp them closed. "Open wide and say ahhhhhhh, baby," the handsome man said, a sneer on his face as he leaned toward her.
Jan lay on the rumpled blanket staring up at the huge naked man as he rubbed the wet crown of his prick up and down the drooling folds of her labia. The pulpy head parted her folds and mashed up against her extended clitoris. She was ashamed of her quick response to him but she couldn't keep from moaning and squealing when he did things like that to her.
"Are you ready for daddy?" Sam whispered. He lay close to her, and she could feel his breath along her neck, feel his gigantic pole probing the center of her slit, searching for the entrance of her wiggling body. "Do you want daddy to fuck you, baby? If you do, you'll have to ask him pretty-please. Tell him how much you want it."
"Oooohhh, ahhh," Jan whispered and sighed, her heels dug into the blanket as she lifted her open, eager slot to him. "Please, Sam, please don't make me say that..." There was no answer and Jan could feel him lifting his cock away from her, feel him evading the offered opening to her body. She hated herself, hated him, but the need was so strong that she couldn't refuse anything that would satisfy the awful itch she felt in her hungry cunt!
"Ooooo, please, fuck me, Sam. I'll be good. Put your big stick up in me and fuck me ... please. I'll do anything you want-just help me!" The words rolled off her tongue and she shuddered and wiggled as she felt their effect on the man. Sam grunted as if satisfied and began to press in on her.
At first the wet crown nuzzled against the throat of her vagina and then plugged it. Jan moaned and rolled her ample hips, helping him wedge the monster in tight. It hurt, and her flesh felt as if it was tearing, but it was worth it. It was worth anything in the world to feel his hot flesh spearing through her like this. Jan gasped as his hairy shaft scrubbed against her clitoris and her mouth formed a perfect oval of amazement as the first jabbing jolts of her climax tore at her. "Uunnnnggghhh ... hunnngggg Sammmmm!" The big man felt her writhing under him and knew what had happened. He just laughed and continued to thrust himself at her, wedging his fat pole into her tight box.
"Yeah, get with it, mama," he hissed, slamming himself at her, making her body shake and her full breasts bounce. "Have a good time, baby. That's what we're up here for!"