Chapter 4
"Gordon 'Edwards? You mean your name is Guy EDWARDS?" Carolyn asked, her face brightening as she looked down at the nakedly reclining boy beside her.
"Yes ... do you know him?" Guy asked.
"KNOW HIM ... HE LIVES NEXT DOOR!" she exclaimed ecstatically.
"Far out!" Guy excalimed. Nothing at all would surprise him now. It was all fitting into place so smoothly, so easily, just as his young body fit into Carolyn's perfectly, with a precision that must have been predestined.
"That means we can see each other all the time!" she cried, jumping up from the bed. It was almost twilight, and Carolyn peered out the window trying to determine what time it might be by what was going on outside. Guy lay back on the bed watching the splendid smooth surfaces of her golden buttocks as she moved away from him.
"That is ... if you want to ... " she added shyly, almost coyly. \\
"WANT TO?" he asked. "I may never leave your apartment!"
Looking down he could see the tall tower of his thick young cock. His foreskin slid easily down with a slight pressure of his thumb and forefinger, and he could feel the chills rippling along the back of his spine again.
"Come ..." he beckoned with his finger, his face already bearing the tell-tale signs of his arousal. His cock was still wet from the moisture of Carolyn's orgasms ... two or three; he couldn't tell anymore how many she'd had in their continuous romp on the bed. He looked at' it glistening dully before him in the rapidly fading light.
He groaned. "Come sit on me again!" he said softly.
Carolyn moved toward her young lover again, slowly at first and then eagerly, as she too yearned to feel his hardness far up inside her tender body. His experience and expertise was growing by the second.
"I don't think your sister-in-law comes home for a few hours anyway," she said, "And Gordon works the night shift!"
It was well after dark when Sharon finally roused herself from a fitful sleep beneath the covers. She realized with a start that her upset over the antics next door had made her lose sight of all her plans for the night with Gordon. Feeling bedraggled and with a terrible sadness inside her, she got up and looked around her.
She was completely disoriented, and her auburn hair was tangled and her body perspiration-soaked from being beneath the stuffy covers. After taking a shower, the young wife realized that if she hurried she might be able to get something interesting for dinner that night from the store at the corner. She put on a pair of slacks and a blouse. It was an old one, but nobody important would see her anyway, only old Mr. Stone at the grocery store, and he couldn't care less what she looked like.
"Seems to be my lot in life," she thought sullenly, as she went into the living room. Mercifully the sounds had stopped and there was silence next door. She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself.
"I guess it was pretty silly of me anyway ... getting so upset about a thing like that! After all, what that girl does is her own business." She made a note anyway to speak to her the next time she saw her about the thinness of the walls between their two apartments.
Feeling a bit better now that she had faced the odd situation squarely, she opened the door to her apartment and stepped out. Fifteen minutes later bearing a shopping bag filled to the brim with groceries, lettuce for a salad, two small individual steaks, a bottle of red wine, frozen spinach and frozen strawberries and frozen rolls to bake in the oven. Sharon opened the door of the small apartment building on "A" street. She had gotten so carried away by her shopping that she hardly thought about what might be going on behind Carolyn's door now. Nevertheless she walked a different way when she passed it. Tighter, somehow, and faster.
She was alarmed though just as she was turning the key in her lock to hear the door opening just down the hall, and upon turning to see Carolyn's tousled blonde head sticking out the door.
"THERE SHE IS!" Carolyn cried. "Hi SHARON ... GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" she grinned at the older woman.
Sharon almost ran into her apartment, but then she remembered that there was really no need for her to be frightened of this young blonde girl, even if she was a promiscuous little tart! She, Sharon, was after all a grown woman... 24 years old, and respectably married to boot. She stood motionless, her mouth gaping. She had no idea what the girl was talking about, and she still felt flushed over being called by her first name by someone she didn't even really know! Carolyn's head had disappeared and the door to apartment A closed slightly but not all the way, and Sharon started to go inside her own apartment. But suddenly there was motion at the-door again, and a young boy came out. Sharon noticed with some embarrassment that he still seemed to be adjusting his clothes!
"Have they no shame at all?" she inquired of herself, using a phrase that had once been her mother's whenever the older woman saw pictures of what the so called "hippies" were doing all over the world.
"Hi..." the young boy said, shyly, and Sharon looked at him, puzzled as to why she was being made to meet this person who had just been cavorting so lewdly with her next door neighbor. But even while she was thinking this, and even before he spoke, she was noting something familiar about him. Something around the eyes. There was something ...
"You don't recognize me ... " Guy said, and put his hand up to his sprouting brown beard.
And then she did. She had only seen him once, and that had been a year before. He was already taller and very, very different from the thin adolescent who had run from the dark house in Albany to wave good-bye to them over and over as they drove down the street. It had been the only time that Sharon had met Gordon's parents, and she had the feeling that nobody involved had looked forward to it, and that the actual meeting had been painfully awkward at best.
"I'm Guy!" he said, smiling and making a move toward her.
Sharon fought a sudden impulse to turn again and run inside and lock the door to her apartment and never come out again. She smiled, letting the smile warm to a special greeting to cover her upset. Her hands fluttered a little and she stammered, setting the shopping bag down on the floor of the hall.
"WHY ... YES ... GUY ... B ... But What... ?"
Guy laughed, and Carolyn stuck her head out from the doorway again. She was wearing some kind of Mu-Mu that was loose and flowing, and Sharon knew that the young girl was completely naked beneath its folds.
Carolyn laughed too, a startling bird-like sound, and Sharon almost cringed away from the two of them as they gave their explanation of what had happened.
"Guy's been waiting here for you to get home from work!" Carolyn cried.
"I just thought I'd say hello ... maybe stay with you a couple of days, if that's okay!" Guy said, earnestly.
"We ... well ... come in!" Sharon stammered, starting in the door. She had never been caught so off balance before in her life. She didn't want to invite that girl into her house. She didn't even really want Guy to come in, but he was her husband's little brother, after all. However, under the circumstances she would have to invite them both in.
Sharon was relieved to hear Carolyn refuse. "NO ... you two talk family. Guy, I'll see you later, baby ... for SURE!" Carolyn blew a kiss at young Guy and disappeared into her doorway. Sharon led the way into the living room of her apartment. Words were tumbling from her lips, but she really wasn't thinking about what they were actually saying.
"Come in and sit down, Guy. Gordon won't be home until after midnight... he's been working so hard lately on this night shift. I hope its over with soon. Have you had dinner... I can get you something. Something to drink. I guess you'll have to sleep out here ... this sofa bed is very comfortable ... I used to have it in my apartment before your brother and I got married. I guess I'm saying it like it was a long time ago ... it was only 2 months ago, wasn't it?"
Too soon for visitors ... she thought... even from family!
She had been putting away the groceries when suddenly she stopped chattering. She turned and saw that Guy was sitting on the sofa looking at her oddly. She realized that she didn't even know if he had said anything since they'd entered the apartment. Then, she was aware of the old, tight faded slacks she was wearing and the blouse that hung loosely, showing the full firm roundness of her breasts in a revealing way, a way of which she knew Gordon would never have approved.
She flushed a bright red, and suddenly excused herself, running into the bedroom. Once there, she realized that she was very near to tears again. How could he have been in there doing those things with a girl he hadn't even met before that morning!!!??
She tried to calm herself as she put on a short house dress. It was very comfortable and covered her ample curves quite adequately as well as being easy to wash and easy to get on and off with its front zipper. Sharon had ordered three of them in different colors from the Ward's catalog. She pulled her long, reddish-brown hair back tight again and returned to the living room.
She saw that Guy was standing looking down at the record player. He seemed to have gotten himself something to drink from the kitchen.
"You ... you can play anything you want," she said, feeling terrible for having already acted so strangely with the boy. He seemed so young ... so innocent. She knew that he was only about 16 or 17. What had gotten into her anyway!!?
"I hope I haven't bothered you by coming like this ..." Guy said. "I mean without letting you know ..."
"Oh, no ... no, of course not..." Sharon lied, moving to sit on the couch. She wanted desperately to be able to act naturally and kept trying to think of natural things to do. She folded her hands across her legs which were tightly closed together in front of her as she sat.
"You ... you're always welcome, Guy."
Guy looked at his sister-in-law. She was up-tight about something but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. He supposed he ought to have dropped Gordon a note, but then he had made his decision about leaving overnight and there just hadn't been time. He hated talking about things on the phone and besides he hadn't wanted to put the toll call on his parent's bill.
"I left kind of sudden!" he said by way of explanation.
"So ... you're on your own now?" Sharon asked, politely. How would she ever pass the time until Gordon got home she wondered.
"Looks that way..." he replied. "Say, Sharon, you wouldn't mind if I just lie down for a while would you. I'm asfully tired, and I want to be able to talk to Gordon when he gets in!"
Sharon bristled at the mention of how tired he was. She knew all too well how tired he must be! But she was glad to suggest that he sleep on the couch while she retired to the bedroom.
"We'll all have a late supper together," Sharon said. "I usually get up to be with Gordon then anyway," she added, then blushed as she thought she might somehow be betraying her frustration, her totally unsatisfactory marriage to Guy's older brother.
"Great!" Guy replied, and turned over on the couch after stretching his long legs out and yawning sleepily.
Sharon returned to the bedroom and shut the door.
"Wow, what a surprise!" Gordon was still saying it, even though he had come home two hours before and they were all now finishing up a late supper of beef Stroganoff and salad. Sharon had cut the steaks in strips to make enough for all of them and had added canned mushrooms and sour cream, serving it all over noodles. She sat sleepily at the round table trying to maintain an expression of polite interest as she listened to the two brother's discussing endless details about Albany and life at home. Sharon realized that the two men hardly knew each other, and that this was in effect their first meeting on any kind of equal basis. Guy had been a child when Gordon left home, and now he was almost a man.
"Man enough," she reminded herself bitterly, "to go at it like that with that little whore next door!"
"Yeah ... well you know how Mom is ... " Guy was saying, and Gordon reared back in his chair and laughed out loud. "DO I EVER!!?" he roared. The wine was almost gone, and Gordon had gotten a six-pack of beer from the corner. Sharon cleared away the table and tried to hum to the record that Guy had put on the record player. She had put on a long skirt and a black cotton top, and had tried to make her hair as severe as possible. She had even considered wearing her glasses to dinner, hoping to claim eye fatigue, but decided against it.
She felt totally neglected by them though, as though she were some kind of third wheel. Most of what they were saying was not the slightest bit interesting to her. Gordon had hardly looked at her since he walked in the door. The way things were going, it looked as if she would have to go to bed soon in order to get up early in the morning, and the two of them would stay up laughing and drinking beer half the night! Then to her surprise, as she passed the table to set out new glasses for the beer, Gordon patted her on the buttocks. She was shocked by the action, and tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, but Gordon called attention to it by doing it again.
"Been talking with the little woman?" he asked. "She's something, isn't she?" Sharon smiled nervously and tried to pull away in a good natured manner as her husband clasped her around the waist and hugged her to him.
"He's had too much to drink!" Sharon thought, her face flushing once more. She squirmed a little letting it be known that she would rather not be held, but Gordon held her firm. He looked up at her and his face glowing from the effects of wine and beer, said to her, "Say, honey, can I let your hair down ... ?" he laughed at the truth of his own pun. "Guy's a member of the family, and I want him to see what a good looking chick his older brother married!"
Sharon was so surprised that she said nothing, her lips setting in a tense line as she felt Guy's eyes appraising her. Then she felt Gordon reaching up and undoing the back of her hair, and before she could adequately protest, the long amber locks were flowing softly and voluptuously to her shoulders.
"Now take a look at that... look at the difference! Can't very well let her go out in the streets looking like that, can I?" Sharon was mortified. It was with a great deal of difficulty that she kept back the tears from her dark eyes. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of property, some livestock in which he had invested, and of which he was very proud! And worse, young Guy was looking at her in what she took to be a new light, now that she was "transformed" by the change in her hair-style. The same young boy who had so appreciated that girl Carolyn's looks that he had done those disgusting things and made those hideous noises for hours next door... was looking at her!
"She's something else!" Guy agreed, using his youthful hip terminology.
Gordon made a funny noise in his throat and then said, "Yeah ... you got to get you one of these some day soon!"
Sharon twisted abruptly away from her husband. Never had she heard him use such crude language in referring to her, and it pained her deeply, even though she knew he was slightly drunk. It was especially upsetting because his younger brother was there. She did not want that young boy to think of her as a woman at all, after what she'd heard him doing. She only wanted to go to the bedroom and never come out again as long as he was there! She made her excuses hurriedly, and dashed into the bedroom, where she collapsed on the bed. She thought at first that she was going to cry. But her eyes were strangely dry. She kept them wide open and lay there for a long time, listening to the sounds of the two men's voices as they continued to talk in the other room. She felt something odd happening inside her, a new attitude forming, a new way of seeing and thinking about her husband. It was frightening, but the as yet unformed thoughts kept circling in her confused mind, until she gave up and began to think about how safe and wonderful it had really been in those days when she had still been living with her mother ... before the loneliness of her "bachelorette" apartment in town and before ... she couldn't even find the adequate words, but finally stumbled upon one ... "emptiness" ... before the emptiness of her two-month-old marriage with Gordon.
It seemed a long while later, when Gordon came in and shook her awake. She sat up groggily and went to change into her nightgown while Gordon stripped and got under the covers. Before she had even returned to bed her new husband was sound asleep. How she hated that! To have to get into bed beside his inert sleeping form. He could at least wait until she got into bed and say good-night to her! Later Sharon was to wonder what made her do it, but at the moment it had seemed a simple, almost a normal thing to do. She decided to take a look in the living room to see if between them they had found the covers for Guy's bed. She was still tormented by the alternating nature of her emotions, and her fundamental sense of courtesy and hospitality kept cropping up to remind her that she was being neglectful. She moved into the darkness of the living room taking a tentative step forward, because she could see nothing. Then she stepped forward again. Her eyes adjusted themselves to the dark and suddenly she could see that Guy was not there! The bed hadn't even been turned down! Instantly, Sharon knew where he was and without even thinking her anger consuming her so that she started trembling, she moved quickly in her bare feet, her short white nightgown swaying around her naked young body underneath. She reached the wall behind the sofa and knelt up on it, placing her ear to it and steadying herself with one hand against the back of the sofa.
"Suck me ... baby, suck me!" she heard as clearly as if she had been in the same room with them. "OOOOOOOhhhh HONEYYYYYY ... YYEESSSSSSSSS ... NICE AND SOFTTTT ... LLIKE THAAAAAAAT!" There followed the sounds of bodies squirming on the bed and the soft creaking of the springs.
"MMMMMMMMMmmmm____OOOOOOooo."
It was Carolyn of course, Sharon's 19-year-old blonde neighbor, and Sharon knew without a doubt that her husband's younger brother was in there with her!
"OOooh GUY BABY! SUCK ME SUCK ME SUCK ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! OH I CAN HARDLY STAND IT IT'S SO GOOD! MMMMMMMFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNGH!" There was further squirming noises and Sharon squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as though she could block out the lewd images rioting in her mind... the picture of Carolyn nakedly thrusting her hips upward, pushing her straining loins higher and higher against the lapping sucking wet mouth of the young 17-year-old boy!
Tears came now, creating streaks down Sharon's soft cheeks, and making a sour bitter feeling inside her head that was the start of a terrible aching in there.
"I have to do it to you now! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER! YOUR PUSSY TASTES SO GOOD!"
"Then come on, lover, come and fuck me. Slip it in ... slip it aaaaall the way IN!"
There was a loud bang directly against the wall, and Sharon jumped back. Her ear actually had been hurt by the forceful impact. A loud wail of pleasure came through the wall, and Sharon slid down on the sofa, her eyes open now, staring sightlessly into the dark livingroom.
In the next room her new husband slept peacefully. Tomorrow morning he would sleep too, while she got up to go to work. He would sleep probably until her working day was almost over, and then he would awaken refreshed and . bright.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooh OH OH OH OH OH!" Carolyn's lustfully excited voice expanding directly through from her apartment next door. There was a steady knocking and banging against the wall now, and what was worst of all it would stop for a second and then take up again.
Sharon knew it meant that they were shifting positions in there, or that they had stopped to explore some particularly good feeling further before continuing. That Carolyn was feeling Guy's youthful penis high up inside against her womb, that Carolyn was receiving more pleasure than Sharon had felt in a long while. More pleasure perhaps than Sharon had ever felt, from the sounds the blonde girl was making!
The strain was getting to be too much! Sharon sat despondently upon the couch, feeling a desperate longing welling up within her. She wanted to be held tightly, protectively in Gordon's arms, to feel his muscular body pressed against hers, to know that he would take care of her! She felt sad and angry at the same time, and it was the most terrible feeling that she had ever known.
Sharon cupped her hands under her breasts, blushing and perspiring there in the darkness on the sofa, her ears filled with the obscene sounds coming from the next apartment. She felt a surging thrill mounting in each full breast as she reached beneath her short nightgown and touched their tips, beginning to twist their berry shapes until sensation raced from them, spreading to all parts of her nakedly trembling body beneath the gown; it touched her gently sloping belly and raced through her loins and Sharon pressed her thighs softly together, thereby increasing and holding the excitement she felt there.
"OOOOhhhhh!" she sighed, "I need it... I need it!" She was embarrassed by the sound of her own voice, and she stopped her moving fingers on her tensed, swollen breasts only for a moment, though. Then she started again.
The bumping and the scraping against the wall had momentarily stopped, and Sharon visualized them in there, naked bodies pressed tightly and hotly together, Carolyn's full brown thighs spread wide as Guy lay up between them, both drenched in a pool of sweat as they felt the lingering traces of orgasm between them.
"I have to!" she thought, "I just have to!" Sharon lay back upon the couch, pulling her gown all the way up so that it formed a ring above her tensely heaving breasts. Heat seemed to permeate her body as the cool smooth sheets of the sofa-bed touched her naked buttocks and back. She lifted her legs up a little, bending her knees and keeping just her feet planted on the sofa. A coolness rushed down between her quivering white thighs, and she shuddered. A wave of sensuality began its sinuous path through the core of her being, and Sharon twisted and turned on the sofa, moaning softly as in the grasp of the desire mounting within her fluttering belly. She wasn't touching herself at all now, her arms lay flat against her sides, her fingers clenching and unclenching against her palms. She was beginning to imagine her husband's lust-hardened penis heaving up into her, parting the softness of her vagina, rising, rising...
"Ooooooh!" she moaned in spite of herself, as one hand went suddenly down to her rapidly moistening desire-filled pussy. Her other hand went to the softness of her breasts, massaging and kneading with a sure steady motion. The young bride's fingers parted the soft wet curls of pussy hair and slipped into the shallow crevice that housed her tiny clitoris. It was Gordon touching her, she pretended... Gordon loving her!
There was a great commotion next door that taxed Sharon's imagination but the sounds were of such a nature that she could no longer control herself. A loud slamming and banging commenced and the bedsprings on Carolyn's big brass bed squeaked horribly.
"LIKE THIS ... AND THIS? AND THIS??? OR DO YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT? AAAAAAAAH! OH SHITTTTTT!"
"MMMMMMMM! YESSSSSSSS! OH ... OH ... OH ... I.. I.. I.. OH STOP GUY!"
"Oh Gordon!" Sharon moaned, listening with all her soul to the wicked sounds. "I wish ... oh, how I wish ..." Her hands became her husband's lewdly groping hands, as she tickled and flicked at her swelling pink clitoris, making it rise like a tiny cock, reddened and ready to explode with tingling sensations. Sharon's back was arched as the warm excitation flooded her streaming wet pussy with lubricating juices. Her head turned from side to side, her face contorted with the strength of her emotions; and all the while it was Gordon making love to her, his weight pressing on her, his surging thick cock filling her, stretching the sides of her tight hair-lined cunt!
Then suddenly Sharon stopped her frenetic masturbation. It just wasn't enough! It wasn't enough at all!
All at once she knew just what she had to do. She felt shameful, but determined. She just had to satisfy her need, and she would find a way! She hurried toward the kitchen, her mind working rapidly, and she began to hurriedly rummage through the drawers and cabinets, thinking all the time, What could she use????? Then she remembered. She opened the refrigerator door and bent down to the vegetable bin. Her own husband had given her the idea, she realized as she looked into the bin. Could she really do it? she wondered briefly.
She could still hear Gordon's voice uttering the phrases that had embarrased her at the time as he toyed with his salad one Sunday when he was off from work.
"Did you know that you can tell what kind of instrument a woman likes by the way she picks out cucumbers!" he had said, laughing.
"Instruments ...?*' What do you mean ... ?" And then she had understood and blushed, and ever since then she had felt that everyone was watching her when at the market she picked them out. Sometimes she didn't even feel them, although she knew she ought to. It was just too disconcerting! And then they put oil on them that made them feel almost disgusting!
But there were two large cucumbers in the vegetable bin now, and deftly, without thinking about it further, Sharon picked up the larger of the two and closed the refrigerator door. The vegetable felt cool and hard in her hand as she scurried barefooted across the floor. It felt comforting. Already she was wondering how it would feel... what it was going to be like. But she already had a pretty good idea! Her eyes shining lustfully, she felt a surge of delight at her own lewdness as she lay back on the sofa, spreading her smoothly tapered legs as she breathed heavily, and listening to the soft sobbing and cooing that was now coming through the wall to her burning ears.
She concentrated on the feel of the obscene object in her right hand and gasped as she let it hover above her widespread vaginal lips. Slowly she brought it to the quivering entranceway to her auburn-fringed pussy, where the cold hard tip sent a chill of shock through her. It was so cold! But the oil on it had given it an almost human feel, and its blunt end was cooling the fervently heated area of her feverish cunt. Her original shock turned rapidly into a perverse thrill at what she was doing, and she grunted and pushed the hard vegetable inward.
At first it would not go in, but as she began to work it sideways a little, her lips a thin line of determination as she arched her whole body to the task. Her white cotton gown fell midway across her lewdly jiggling breasts in a crumpled mass as the blunt end of the cucumber became further moistened by her own cuntal juices. With her left hand, Sharon reached awkwardly between her widespread legs and parted the tiny petal-like pussy-lips wider still. Then it slid a little way in and stopped. "OH MY GOD!" Sharon cried. The lewd instrument did not give at all like a real penis would, it just lay hard and uncompromising just within the warm moist softness of her sex-starved vagina. But there was a burning desire higher up that made Sharon continue her solitary task. She would not give up yet! She tried hard to relax the tight circular ring of muscles inside her desperately straining pussy and opened her long white thighs wider to accommodate the swollen girth of the cucumber. It began to slide slowly inside her narrow channel, creating the strangest but most pleasure-filled sensation of friction that Sharon had ever known. It moved along the sides of the hungry wet tightness of her yearning young cunt as the pretty auburn-haired bride pushed steadily upwards, letting the enormous fake cock slide to the very end of her thickly stretched vaginal passage. She lifted her trembling buttocks up just the slightest bit from the couch and felt the huge cucumber touching the very end, pressing hard and now no longer cold, pushing against the entrance to her womb.
It felt incredibly good! Better than anything she had felt in a long time, and it would have been completely satisfying if it had been real, but it wasn't. She was very aware of the fact that she was only making love to herself because her husband had been lacking in that field.
But Sharon's desire made her force these thoughts of her sleeping husband to the back of her mind. She began to respond more and more to the frantic fantastic feeling of the firm unyielding cucumber buried deep inside her trembling hot pussy. Her clutching fingers pushed it in with all the strength she could muster and she gave a loud grunt at the impact and then began to rotate her hips upward, screwing herself to meet her own thrusts with the make-believe cock. She bucked and jumped about on the couch, crooning to herself as her hands worked feverishly, pushing the rock-hard cudgel further and further in.
If anyone had been able to see her they would have thought she had gone completely out of her mind. And Sharon did feel crazy as she held the unlikely sex object hard and fast, unaware that she was hurting herself, only wanting to feel more and more of it, to attain the release of the orgasm she had been denied for so long. Staccato grunts and groans escaped from her twisted hps and her teeth bit softly down on her sensually protruding tongue. Deep in her warmly writhing belly, Sharon could feel a curious mixture of pain and stimulation combined with a feeling of guilt that was rapidly being replaced by a hidden satisfaction with her own inventiveness. Her own wantoness!
After all if her own husband wouldn't make love to her didn't she have every right to satisfy herself? It was her body ... not HIS ... even though he liked to think of her as belonging to him! But then she would yearn for him again ... want to be his, to use magic to turn this hot object churning between her quivering thighs into her own Gordon's heavily burgeoning cock!
"MY GOD!" she groaned, "MY GOD!" There was utter silence next door, but Sharon knew that they were occupied with each other, that they would begin again in a few seconds ... that the marvelous completeness of their two bodies would rub and rub against each other in outrageous coupling. She began to make short jerky motions like an animated doll, murmuring incoherently and gasping, choking out Gordon's name as tears spurted from her eyes at the excruciating pleasure emanating from the battering that her sex-starved little pussy was receiving far up between its stretched-taut hair-lined lips.
The tormented young bride half hoped that her husband would come into the living room to find her so lewdly spread-eagled on the couch like that, that he would come in and take the obscene cucumber from between her legs and climb on top of her and insert his long hard cock into her desperately contracting pussy. But he didn't come, and she knew he wouldn't. He was a very sound sleeper and nothing would wake him until he was ready to be awakened. She remained alone with her obscene lust-object, her voluptuously rounded breasts heaving and bouncing, her hair undone and soft and shiny, tangling in long auburn swirls around her head and shoulders on the living room couch. A great pressure was building in her loins and she could think of nothing but the agonizing fury of pleasure bursting within her. She lost all cognizance of the lustfully entwined couple next door. Her young brother-in-law and the promiscuous 19-year-old girl were forgotten as the thing between her legs seemed to be bigger and harder with each long thrust she gave it.
"GORDON ... GORDON ... GORDON ..." the unhappy young housewife mumbled. She was trembling all over from the emotion and the effort of her nervous hands on the thickly plunging instrument of her desire. "MORE ...MORE... NOW... NOW!" she kept on saying as the knobby chunk of the cucumber dug into her vulnerable pussy flesh. It seemed to fill the whole of her belly with its evil presence.
Then, as if someone had ignited a spark high up inside her hotly pulsating cunt, every inch of her nakedly writhing body was afire, and she felt the heat of it consuming her. It raged on out of control, spreading and creating a bright flame of pleasure and sparkling hot lights glowed and burned brightly inside of her. Blood was rushing from her head to her convulsing loins, leaving her dizzy and giddy with fulfillment. It was building and building ... enormously, overwhelmingly. It was shattering her and she was flying in all directions at once. Then it was all pure happiness, and she felt herself soaring above the clouds, or was skimming along the surface of the water, surfing before the crest of the waves that carried her along at a maddening pace.
"AAAAaaaaaammmmmmnnnnooooOOOOH!'' She could feel the heated wetness seeping from within her and streaming down the huge artifical cock ... trickling slowly down the soft outer crevice of her wildly clenching buttocks.
Tears of relief were flowing now as Sharon dropped back onto the moisture dampened sofa. Her breath came in hoarse uneven gasps as the powerful sensations slowly subsided leaving her nakedly quivering body weak and limp from exhaustion.
Through the ringing in her ears, Sharon gradually was able to hear the sounds again. Steady rocking sounds, the bumping of hard upthrusts by her brother-in-law Guy's young lust-hardened penis, as he rammed it all the way up into Carolyn's yielding blonde pussy.
Sharon trembling all over now and, suddenly cold, staggered up from the couch. She felt dirty and somehow lost as she took the hideous object that had just made love to her only a few moments before, from between her quivering and satisfied thighs and carried it to the trash.
"Oh Dear GOD ..." she shivered, as she went into the dark bedroom and her sleeping husband's snoring reached her ears. "Oh Dear God, help me!"