Chapter 3
The reds, yellows and blues of the Sunday morning comics lay on Margie's single bed in a disarrayed heap. She stared, unseeing, at them through a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that she exhaled through her full pouting lips. The paper had been read and re-read, but Margie couldn't remember a single word of the smeared black print.
She was alone, as usual.
Though it was Sunday, Ben had turned off his alarm at six-thirty and scrambled out of bed, ready for another day's work. After a shower he had dressed, not knowing that his wife was awake and watching him, then silently left their apartment to search for the hit and run driver that would ensure his partnership in the detective agency.
As soon as he left Margie had tried to go back to sleep, not wanting to think about her adulterous sexual encounter of the previous day, but the memories would not leave her in peace. She couldn't help comparing the wild savagry, the passion, and yet gentle touch of Jamie Barth to the unpolished, unfeeling, mechanical techniques of her husband.
She tried to find escape in the morning newspaper and its colored comics, but the first thing she read was that the police were still searching for the hit and run driver who had killed the teenage girl late Thursday night. They were sure of an arrest before Monday morning, which left Margie even more unsure of herself than she had been before reading the story.
Now everything was mixed up, and fragments of thoughts ricocheted from the long corridors of her mind. There was still the vivid flash of the speeding car and the muffled thump of the child bouncing off the dirty white fender onto the hard dark pavement. Following in sequence were Jamie's call, sounding to her memory like it was spoken in a foreign language; Ben's determination to find the reckless woman who drove the old convertible; Jamie's blackmail and the forciful way he had made love to her, giving her, for the first time, the infinitely beautiful sensation of sexual orgasm; and finally Ben's monotonous efforts to make love to her last night.
One haunting emotion, however, blanketed every event of the past four days: her tremendous sense of guilt.
Margie Carney had always seen herself as a tragic figure in the small history of her life, but she had never done anything to hurt anyone, or to be ashamed of. But now she was guilty of the most horrid crimes she could imagine: Manslaughter, adultery, cowardice and a lack of desire for her own husband's lovemaking.
Frustrated almost to tears because she couldn't cope with her muddled situation and its many contradictions, Margie kicked the newspapers off the bed, at the same time throwing the warm white sheet away from her aching thighs who had seen two men between them the night before. Almost to her surprise she realized that she was nude in the bed, not remembering that she had removed her nightgown after she had brought the paper in from the porch.
She had been sitting cross-legged in the bed, not even noticing that her breasts were exposed and hanging loosely in their fullness as she had read the paper and smoked. Cautiously she brought her hands to the red pointed tips and tested for soreness, hoping that she might encounter the same electric sensation that Jamie had given her when his mouth had eagerly engulfed her nipples the night before. Teasing with a thumb and forefinger, she smiled wonderingly as the tiny sensitive buttons suddenly rose and hardened, pointing straight out from their light brown circles.
Why couldn't Ben do that to her, she thought hopelessly as she felt the tingling spread through the firm resiliant flesh of her well rounded breasts. Somehow it didn't seem fair that he, as her husband, couldn't give her the same exciting pleasure that Jamie had. But at the thought of tall, skinny Jamie Barth, a smoldering fire of shame began to burn again. He had blackmailed her, forced her to submit to his teasing and practically raped her in her own home, leaving finally without even saying anything.
Without saying anything! He hadn't told her where to find the tailpipe before we left, and he hadn't called. She had been so sure the night before, so positive that he would call and tell her, but it was already ten o'clock and not a sound from him.
As she bit her lip in fearful frustration, the sharp pain reminded her of the pain that he had inflicted between her thighs with his hard swollen penis. Unable to concentrate on any one thing for very long, Margie suddenly forgot the tailpipe and centered her sexually aroused attention at the soft furry triangle between her legs. Carefully she slid her hands over the soft rounded curve of her hips and lightly touched the edges of her silken red pubic mound, wondering if the orgasm had changed her appearance.
Clinically, she spread her legs and searched through the soft red hair until her fingers found the outer lips and she cautiously spread them, afraid that there might be some damage. Like a small curious child she lowered her head as far as she could between her open thighs and marveled at the pink inner flesh. It hadn't changed at all, she thought, remembering having looked once before, the night she had given her virginity to Ben. It looked the same as it did then, pinkish and ... moist ... she could see clearly the glistening moisture that she had secreted herself by simply toying with the tiny buttons at the tips of her breasts.
So that was it! That was the change that a single orgasm had instigated in her body. Now she was really a woman, and not just a biological entity existing day to day. Before now only in her dreams of the handsome stranger and his sensuous probing tongue had she felt the sensuous tinglings and warm dampness between her thighs. But after last night, naked on the sofa with a stranger, she could sense the ripples of desire in reality. Perverted or not, Jamie had done one good thing for her!
But why couldn't it have been Ben, she thought, her eyes transfixed on her fingers as they lightly brushed back and forth along the damp pink crevice. Though unaware of her fingers, she still could sense that unmis takablc sensuous tingling that rippled in her thighs. Warm salty tears clouded her deep green eyes as she whispered her husband's name over and over. Why couldn't she feel the tittilating pleasures of sex when he touched her? Why did it have to be a stranger in a dream, or worse, yet, a sex-obsessed mechanic, a depraved blackmailer who forced the hidden desires to surge up from the deepest wells of her body?
Margie let out an uninhibited sob of shame and humiliation as she realized what she was doing to herself, but she hadn't the willpower to stop her hungry fingers as they pressed harder against the sensitive pink flesh between her vaginal lips. She watched her clitoris growing with desire as it appeared from beneath its moist pink shroud, and suddenly realized, though she had never seen it before, nor seen any other, that it had grown larger than normal, resembling a man's tiny penis growing to erection.
A low moan of pleasure slipped from between her lips and she lifted her head and fell back onto the soft blue pillow, at the same time uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide apart. Two fingers of each hand were working their salacious way back and forth across the burning pink flesh of her sparse hair-trimmed vagina and she reveled in the rising tortuous tide of pleasure that coarsed through her lust incited body. They were the dream-stranger's tongue, Jamie's throbbing rock hard prick, and Ben's hot wet mouth all at once, licking, rubbing and sucking at her hot pulsing cunt, forcing her hips to rise up as she arched her back, tears still streaming over her flushed burning cheeks. What was happening to her, a married woman, masturbating because her husband couldn't satisfy her, be cause her passionate desires could only be fullfilled in lewd fantasy or obscene infidelity.
"Ooohhh," she whimpered aloud as the two fingers of one hand suddenly slipped their way into her clasping wet cunt. The strong contracting muscles of her cuntal walls enveloped the two fingers as if they were a rigid male cock and began massaging them with a firm sensuous throbbing that she had never sensed before. She clenched her smooth rounded buttocks and whimpered with delight as the fingers began involuntarily to slowly slide in and out of her yearning hair-covered pussy. It was wrong! It was wrong! Yet she couldn't stop the obscene fingers as they sank their bony lengths as far as they could into the throbbing wet passage, withdraw halfway out and thrust again, deeper and harder with increasing speed. Everything was wrong with her, with her life ... everything ... but she had no control over herself or her sordid circumstance and she shuddered with a deep racking sob of shame and self-degradation.
The teasing fingers drove faster and harder through the open pink passageway as her other hand frantically rubbed her painfully erect clitoris in a frenzied lust-ridden desire to reach the orgasm that she needed so badly. Her tightly clenched eyes were almost blinded by flashing lights of red, yellow and blue that shut out everything else until suddenly....
An intruder!
The blaring ring of the telephone punctuated her pitiful moans of unfulfilled lust, hammering at her ears until she opened her eyes to the sunlight that streamed through the open window.
Slapped in the face by the bright daylight and the harsh shrill telephone, Margie felt herself suddenly pulled into the stark reality of Sunday morning. The hot honied smell of her passion rose from between her twitching thighs and stung her nostrils, forcing her to acknowledge that she was guilty of still another crime, self-abuse.
Ashamed and humiliated that she had been caught by the telephone in an animal passion, she let out a sob as a new flood of tears streamed over her flushed cheeks and her strong prudish modesty forced her to grab the sheet and pull it over the still tingling flesh of her slender exposed body. Then slowly she turned and lifted the bedside telephone from its receiver.
"Where the hell have you been?" Ben's angry voice struck at her ear. "The phone's rung a dozen times!"
Stifling her pent up desire to break down crying and confess everything ... the hit and run, the blackmail, the infidelity, the masturbation, everything ... Margie choked and told him that she had been in the shower and hadn't heard the beckoning ring. Ben accepted her explanation and gave her his message: he wouldn't be home for a couple of days because of new leads in the case.
Alone, she thought. Alone! Alone! Alone! When she needed him most he was going to leave her alone and helpless to cope with the forces that were changing her life so rapidly that she felt like a complete stranger to herself.
After a moment's more conversation and instructions, Ben hung up with a curt "good-bye", sealing the black door of communication between them.
Margie listened to the dial-tone for more than a minute while her confused thoughts hammered for a solution. Why couldn't she just come right out and tell him, open her tortured soul to him for comfort and help? She did really love him, but something held her back: a fear, nameless and beyond understanding-a fear that had made her submit to Jamie Barth in order to save her husband's profession-she was trapped in a horrible cesspool of lies and more lies until there was no way out!
Depressed and trampled by her own guilt-ridden thoughts, Margie slowly replaced the receiver and laid back onto her defiled bed. She watched the sunrays dance through the light flakes of dust in the air, but could see no joy in their celebration. Hopeless was the only word she could think of as she slipped into a deep sleep, the first she had had in what seemed like an eternity.
Blind!
Margie sat up in the bed with a start. The total darkness of the room had deceived her sleep-fogged vision when she first awoke, not realizing that she had slept through the entire day. A blurred glow caught her attention and she focused on the luminous dial of the alarm clock which told her that it was twenty minutes past nine.
God, I've slept for hours, she thought, amazed. She half-recalled unrelated flashes of dreams: the stranger again, the accident, Jamie, Ben, and a bizarre composite of her husband's career, completely destroyed until he was forced to leave the city and take a job as a prison guard ... at the prison where she was held behind bleak grey bars awaiting execution.
Shuddering at the recollection, Margie quickly caught hold of her wandering imagination and turned on the lamp. She winced at the bright light and closed her eyes to let them adjust to the glare, and made a resolution to herself. Sleep had given her the courage that she so desperately needed, and she knew that no matter what, she would get that piece of tailpipe from Jamie and destroy it. The rusted metal tube was the only link that could possibly convict her for her crime, and it would have to be destroyed for Ben's sake. He wouldn't have to suffer because of her hideous crime. She would make sure of that, no matter what it cost her.
An hour later, fresh from a hot bath and her newfound courage, Margie was nipping through a glamour magazine and nibbling at a ham sandwich when her attention was rudely diverted to the doorbell. A few quick steps and she was at the door, unlatching the safety chain, and somehow knowing who was on the other side.
"You don't look surprised," Jamie observed as he looked at the expressionless face of the young housewife who stood in front of him framed by the soft light of a lamp behind her.
"I'm not," she replied curtly. "I wondered when you'd call. I tried to call you, but you're not listed in the phone book."
"It's safer that way," Jamie winked and walked past her into the living room. Margie closed the door behind her and followed him into the room. She watched his slender back as he stood by the couch remembering the exciting sexual intercourse that they had had little more than twenty-four hours ago. She knew that he had already stripped her mentally and was ready for another sexual bout, but unless she was forced, she would not submit to his lascivious touch again.
"I'll have a beer," he told her as he turned to look at her sensuous silhouette framed by the light of the lamp.
But Margie didn't care to be hospitable. Her every thought, every motion was guided by her determination to get the evidence that he held, evidence that could destroy not just herself, but her husband.
"No, Jamie," she said confidently, as if she were a disciplinarian reprimanding a child. "We don't have time for drinks. We've got business to take care of, and it's your turn to live up to your end of the bargain. I certainly did my part!"
So that's it, Jamie thought as he stared at her almost in disbelief. The bitch is trying to be the high and mighty Margie Carney again, huh?! Well, two can play at this game, but I'll be the winner!
"Sure, I know, Margie," he said. "That's what I came for, but I thought you might like to have a little drink, too."
"No, as soon as I get the pipe, our relationship will be over."
Jamie wanted to hit her, slap her wise-ass mouth shut, but instead he said: "Well, O.K., if that's the way you feel. I just thought we could still be friends."
"We never were," Margie said sharply, her arms folded across her full breasts like a defiant gladiator. She knew that victory was hers. It was obvious that Jamie didn't have the courage to back up his threat about the police, and her confidence increased as she continued her stiff-lipped offensive.
"Now give me the pipe," she ordered.
"Sure, sure, Margie. Goddamn, there's no reason to get pissed off," he said defensively using the obscene phrase to irritate her. "Get your coat and we'll go get it."
For a moment her confidence faultered. In her own living room, comforted by the familiar surrounding and spurred by determination, she knew that she could keep him at bay, but out of the house in the dark her courage might falter.
"W-Why didn't you bring it?" she asked.
"'Cause I don't wanna be caught with it," he answered quickly. "Come on, get your coat. It won't take long; it's just a few minutes to my place and you don't have to worry because I live with my mother."
Encouraged by his seemingly sincere tone of voice, Margie did as he said and followed him in her car. She thought it was foolish for him to worry about getting caught with the pipe in his car, but maybe he was more of a coward than she thought. I'm the one who should worry about being stopped by the police she thought and felt her heart quicken at the picture of a uniformed officer holding her by the arm. She felt like a thief or a smuggler about to go on his first job, not quite knowing what to expect.
Ten minutes after leaving her apartment she stood uncertainly in the darkness of his front porch as he fumbled with a key and unlocked the door. As he shoved it open, Margie heard a weak straining voice call out from the darkness.
"Is that you, Jamie?"
"Yeah, Mom," he answered and led Margie down the hallway to where he slid two heavy oak panels apart to reveal a dimly-lit living room and his aged mother.
"You're early," the older woman said, surprised that her son was home before three o'clock in the morning.
Jamie nodded and took Margie's hand, leading her into the room. He introduced her to his mother, who was glad her son had brought such a pretty girl home with him. Then like a dutiful mother she excused herself, saying that she had to get her rest.
"You children enjoy yourselves," Margie heard her say, and felt sorry for the poor woman because she didn't know that her son was the kind of man who would force a married woman to commit adultery because he had some horrible hold over her.
Margie said that she couldn't stay long, then watched as Jamie helped his mother up the stairs to her bedroom. She watched the two pairs of feet as they ascended the dark stairs that were guarded by a heavy hand-carved banister. It seemed so unfair that a cowardly person like Jamie should live in such a beautiful old house, she thought as she looked about her at the dark woodwork and old, nearly antique, furniture. If only she and Ben could live in a warm, cozy house like this ... maybe after his promotion.
Margie was thinking about Ben's partnership in the detective agency when Jamie came back into the room. Absorbed with the idea that Ben would be promoted even if he didn't solve the hit and run case, she didn't notice the change in Jamie's face until he spoke to her.
"Have a drink," he said sharply as if commanding rather than asking. Margie looked at him in surprise. He wouldn't dare, not with his own mother just upstairs, she thought as her eyes glanced fertively around the room for some kind of reassurance, but her gaze stopped at the heavy oak panels. He had closed them!
"I said, have a drink," he repeated and held out an empty glass to her.
Her jaw began trembling imperceivably, and for lack of anything else to do, she took the glass and held it while he poured it half full of bourbon. One drink won't hurt. Then I can get the tailpipe and get out of here, she thought and downed the glass in one swallow, wincing at the bitter alcohol as it burned all the way down to her uneasy stomach.
"One's enough," she said as he held the bottle out to pour her another. "I've got to go now, so let me have the pipe."
"Oh, yeah, your tail-uh, pipe," he said, hoping he'd frightened her. "We'll get that in a little while. First have another drink."
Something in the back of her mind told her she had better not offend him, and she held out the glass while he poured it completely full. Already the hundred proof bourbon was beginning to work on her overwrought senses. This isn't why I came, she thought dizzily, suddenly aware that the room was very hot. She had come for the evidence that would free her and Ben from Jamie's clutches, not to start drinking again like she had done all day yesterday.
"Lemme have your coat," he said and she murmured something, setting her glass on a table.
As if it were all by arrangement, she let him take her lightweight coat from her, pausing for longer than necessary with his large thin hand on her soft smooth shoulder. She could feel the heat from his palm generating through the thin material of her bright summer dress, and rather than jerk away, she, too, paused. What was she doing here with him, she thought with uncertainty, her courage and determination quickly disappearing to a secluded corner of her fuzzy mind. Somehow she knew that there was another reason for being alone with Jamie Barth, but the alcohol clouded the images that flashed before her hazed vision, and she couldn't remember her purpose.
Jamie didn't know that the bourbon had such a startling effect on the defenseless young housewife, un aware that the only thing she had eaten all day was a bite or two from the cold ham sandwich she had been eating when he had arrived at her apartment. As far as he was concerned, he had screwed her so well the night before that she wanted him to do it again, but was afraid to say so. Well, afraid or not, she'd pay for playing around with him and making him wait.
"Before you get that tailpipe, you and I are going to have a cozy little talk," he said while he sneered obscenely at her.
The tailpipe! Of course, she remembered, that's why I'm here.
"I don't have time," she said, surprised that she was slurring her words. "I've got to get home."
Not believing that the bourbon could have effected her speech already, but suddenly unsure of herself, Margie waited impatiently for him to answer her. She could see his sardonic grin clearly enough, but suddenly realized that she was afraid to try to walk. If she faltered, it would be all too obvious to both of them that she was drunk and helpless. A quick memory of his tittilating teasing from the night before flashed through her hazy mind, and she shivered at the sudden fearful chill that shot through her spine.
"Come 'ere," he said and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him. He didn't have to be so rough, she thought, feeling his free arm encircle the small of her back and hold her soft, pliant torso against his bony frame. There was no question in her frightened mind about what he wanted, but she'd sworn to herself earlier that she'd do anything to get that pipe back, and by God she would, no matter what.'
"So, you want that pipe, huh? Well, I'll tell you baby, you're gonna have to pay for it," he told her through clenched teeth. "Last night was just a down payment, cause you pissed me off. No bitch orders me around like you did an hour ago. No one! Understand!"
Even through the alcoholic blanket that warmed her tanned body she could sense that he was fiercely angry. Margie, trembling at her own humiliation, knew that she would let him make love to her again; she'd already made her decision about that-but now his overconfidence and rude manners frightened her. His angry red eyes shouted an unspoken hatred for women, especially Margie Carney, and she knew that if she wasn't careful, he might hurt her worse than anything she could imagine.
"But, Jamie, I didn't mean to sound like I was bossing you," she said, painfully aware of his tight grip. It's just that I thought we made a deal and I thought that you wanted to give me the tailpipe."
For a few short seconds there was an unearthly silence, as he carefully weighed her defense. It was possible she meant what she said, he thought, that she actually didn't mean to be telling him what to do. But she was a woman, and couldn't really be trusted. Only a test would prove her sincerity. Besides, she was a wild screw, and he wanted to get as much of her as he could before he gave her back the evidence.
"Sure, a deal's a deal," he said, trying to mask his uneasiness with a calmer tone of voice. "But you were such a wild little piece of ass last night, I want to try you out just one more time."
Oh, no, she thought through her alcoholic haze. Her unconscious mind didn't want to allow him to touch her again, though she realized that it was the horribly high price that she would have to pay for the hidden evidence that could destroy her life. Unwillingly she knew that part of her wanted him to strip her, throw her helplessly on that floor and sink his rock-hard penis into the hot, deep cavern between her thighs-and bring out the animalistic passion that had released her orgasm the night before.
"W-Well, if you r-really want to," she stuttured finally, knowing that she had to submit to his depraved demands so that he wouldn't hurt her. "It's fine with me, but where do you think we should go?"
"Right here!" he said anxiously.
No, she thought, not here! Not with his mother only a few feet away in the upstairs bedroom! My God, how could he ... but the pressure of his arm around her slim waist told her that he was serious-and she knew that she had to do what he said.
"Take off your clothes," he said with a lurid grin.
"Oh, no, Jamie, no ... please," she whispered frantically, the bourbon forcing her to slur her trembling words. Her excessively prudish mind revolted at the thought of him seeing her naked ... in the light this way. She wouldn't allow even her husband to look at her nude, let alone a stranger like Jamie. She tried quickly to think of an excuse to turn off the light. "What if your mother came in and saw us!"
Jamie smiled, knowing that his mother wouldn't bother them. The prudish little bitch wants to fuck in the dark! But he wanted to feast his eyes on that sensuous little body and see the naked, supple flesh that he'd fucked so wildly last night bending around him. O.K., he thought to himself, we'll play your little game for a minute, then we'll go by my rules.
"Yeah, you're right," she heard him say and felt his arm slowly release her. She stood unsteadily while he walked over to the wall and flicked off the light-and then listened to the rustle of his clothing as he quickly undressed in the dark. There's no getting out of it, she thought, and slipped the dress over her head, nearly falling because of her drunken imbalance. She "shivered slightly as her full rounded breasts fell free into the cool openness of the darkened room. Margie could see a vague male silhouette standing in front of her as she dropped her bra to the floor, waiting for the inevitable touch of his rough hands.
The shadowy form suddenly grasped her naked flesh, sending a frightened chill through her spine. She trembled as the icy fingers slipped over her hips and slid her black lace bikini panties down the curved length of her long, smooth thighs and easily pulled them from her trim ankles.
I have to do it, her dazed mind chanted, I have to do it! But, as the chilling fingers pulled the panties away, a warm moist tongue pricked salaciously at her trembling thighs and then across her firm, flat stomach ... and she shamefully acknowledged to herself that her body wanted the depraved Jamie to take her again, just as he had done in her own living room only twenty-four hours again. What had made her do it? What?
A low rumble came from his lips as he opened his mouth and enveloped the thrusting nipple of one of her quivering breasts. He sucked at the growing bud gently and began easing her naked body down to the deep red pile carpet, sliding his own skinny frame on top of her. The now familiar tingling rippled through her trembling loins, and involuntarily her hands rose to his head and ran through his long black curly hair, pulling him harder against her tightening breasts.
Margie bit her lower lip as the fearful knowledge of her infidelity struck at her again, whispering condemning obscenities at her half-drunk, half-conscious mind. Whore! Whore! Her conscience shouted at her and at the same time flashed the lewd memories of her dream I lover and his exciting tongue, Jamie and his ecstatic cock, and the lascivious self-masturbation that she had gone through earlier. She wanted to cry, to scream at her humiliation, but the flashing memories were more like pornographic pictures than reminders of debauchery as she felt the rippling sensations of Jamie's sucking tongue quiver through her lust-incited breasts. Somehow she had to rationalize, to excuse her adulterous acts-quietly telling herself that it was for Ben, that she had made her resolution to do anything to save him from defamation. It was all-right ... all-right ... and the tiny trickle of blood that she tasted from her bitten lips assured her that she was really being punished for her adulterous infidelity. Yes, she was being punished, and somehow everything would balance out.
"Yeah, Baby, you're oaky," Jamie panted as he lifted his head from her quivering breasts. He knew she was just like all the rest of the women in his life, eager and willing to be fucked by his massive throbbing cock, but she was more exciting than the others because she was married and claimed that she loved her husband.
He sneered to himself in the dark as the thought of this sweet young thing being an adulteress urged his own excitement to rise even further. She was married to someone else, and yet couldn't resist Jamie Barth, me, he thought-and pushed the pulsing head of his lust-maddened cock against the soft, tender flesh of her trembling ivory thighs.
She whimpered in shame as her hands involuntarily slipped from his head and roamed over his back, dragging their painted pink fingernails across his pale white skin like tiny daggers. Feeling the burning fingernails dig into his flesh, he felt a new surge of power rush through his aching loins, and he pressed his hardened cock forward until the rubbery tip rested against the soft silken red fuzz that covered her faithless vagina. Unable to control herself, she sobbed as her searching fingers ran involuntarily over the clenching flesh of his buttocks and slipped around his hips to grasp the twitching, rock-hard flesh of his huge prick.
He inhaled the sensuous odor of her perfume as he felt the warmth of her palm envelop his swollen, jerking cock-and he crushed his mouth against her full red open lips, plunging his stiff wet tongue into the unresisting open heat of her mouth.
Screaming for release as tiny fires of excited passion danced over her flushed skin, her body jerked and pushed upwards against him ... completely oblivious of her mind's rational commands to stop. She drunkenly sensed the remembered animalistic, passion that had given her the first electric orgasm and she wanted to feel it again. NOW! ... even though she knew that it was wrong.
Her disobedient hand was wrapped around her tormentor's cock, milking the throbbing shaft to even greater heights of lusty excitement, though her dazed and frightened conscience begged her to stop. Somehow the hot flaccid skin she pulled back and forth over the rubbery pulsing head was more sensuous and exciting than anything she had ever felt with her husband. It was a naked, aching cock ... eager to fuck her ... it wasn't Ben's! ... but she needed it ... oh, yes, she needed it.
"Oh, yeah, Baby," he whispered in her ear as her soft milking hand slid over the smooth, rubbery head of his throbbing cock Man, she really loved it; she wanted to be fucked, he thought, and freed his hands to wander excitedly over the guilt-ridden young wife's sweating flesh.
Pinching and pulling at her quivering nakedness, his hands glided swiftly to their mark ... the moist, pink lips that lay hidden in the soft silken forest of her pubic mound. Down, between the trembling eager thighs until ... there, moist and silken, the red pubic hairs seemed to reach out for the calloused tips of his searching fingers.
Tingling, aching for his touch, the pink flaccid lips involuntarily spread beneath the soft curling hair and let his searching fingers into the hot, damp crevice and brush against the already erect bud of her throbbing clitoris. It felt so good, so good, Margie thought as the fingers rubbed slowly over the hardened red bud, but then suddenly her mind flashed the picture, the obscene picture, of herself in bed ... masturbating. Wrong, wrong, no matter how good it felt, she knew immediately that it was all wrong, and not thinking about her resolution to get the tailpipe-she jerked away from the tantalizing fingers.
Rejection! Jamie rose up from the naked girl in the dark, angered almost to tears that she really didn't want to fuck, that she was only using him to get the pipe.
"You bitch!" he shouted and got up from the rug and walked across the room. Margie listened to his footsteps, they heard the frightful click of the switch as he flipped on the bright accusing light, exposing her nudity to his angry, flashing eyes.
"Jamie, please don't," she pleaded and tried to cover her nakedness with her small dainty hands. Now she was completely exposed in her sexual crime, naked in the light and accused of adultery, the unforgiveable sin!
Modesty and infidelity, an incongruous contradiction, forced the trembling girl to lower her shameful head with a loud racking sob. Clouded with tears and alcohol, her eyes gazed at her naked thighs as she sat up on the rug. Ben, oh Ben, she prayed silently. How could I do this to you? How? She wanted the pipe; she wanted to save him from a terrible shock. But now she was afraid of the passions that still boiled in her sensuous, aroused flesh ... the passions that could destroy her. The light was on, exposing her, but she knew that she would submit anyway.
Jamie, however, didn't know and didn't care what she was thinking. She had teased him, made him believe that she really wanted to be fucked, and then rejected him. Now she would pay, he swore. She was a whore, just like any other bitch, and he would force her to bow to his depraved punishment of her body.
Staring at her naked thighs, Margie suddenly saw Jamie's feet standing only a few inches from her on the thick rug. Slowly her eyes traveled up his skinny legs until she saw the massive throbbing prick that jutted straight out from his hair-covered groin, God, it was even bigger in the glaring light, she thought as her eyes widened-and then she was suddenly aware of the rekindled fires of desire that still smouldered in her warm, damp pussy. That's what almost drove her insane last night. That's the huge prick that had triggered the first explosive orgasm of her life!
"If you wanna play games, you little bitch, then we're gonna play my games!" he shouted and grabbed her full head of red hair, pulling her abruptly to her feet.
"OWwwww," she wailed, her prudish hands leaving their protective covers and reaching for her scalp. "Jamie, Jamie, you don't understand. Please stop!"
"I understand, all right," he growled and pushed her halfway across the room onto the old sofa. "And now you're going to understand something else!"
Margie fell into the corner of the couch, holding her hair and leaving her firm, still-excited breasts and pubic mound completely exposed. She whimpered in pain and fear as he came toward her, his eyes burning with anger. Why didn't he understand? Why didn't they all understand? It was obvious that something was wrong with her, but how could she tell him? That she wanted him, but was so ashamed of herself because of Ben....
"Jamie, Jamie, please listen," she begged, knowing that she had to think of something fast or she might never see daylight again.
"It's not you, not you. It's just that I'm scared of ... sex, Jamie, really. Y-You do things that my husband has never done to me before ... and it scares me. I-I'm just so, afraid," she whimpered as tears started to roll down her flushed cheeks.
Oh, God, she thought as she sobbed aloud. Margie had wanted to lie to him, but had really told the truth, or at least, part of it. She waanted to think that Ben was the real reason for her sudden rejection, but knew that he was only a small part of it. She really was afraid of what Jamie did to her, because he'd brought out exciting sensations in her that she had never dreamed possible. She was afraid of being really sexually alive and uninhibited, uninhibited to the point where her life might never be the same!
He knelt on the couch beside her, his underdeveloped mind wondering if she were telling the truth when suddenly the humiliated girl reached out with one hand and firmly enveloped the pulsing red tip of his cock. Through tear-filled eyes, Margie watched her long slender fingers slide along the rigid shaft to the wide thick base and back again, trying to hypnotize herself with the lewd, rhythmic strokes. The truth was out and she had no course but to submit to his debased desires. Somehow there had to be a reason for her obsession with orgasm, but it was beyond her reach and she tried to dismiss her questioning, concentrating strictly on the salacious stroking of her long fingers.
Jamie realized that she wanted to show him that she was telling the truth, that she really couldn't resist him! So, she was a slave to his huge, demanding cock, he thought. I'll fix her ass for good and then she'll never be able to say no to me again!
Completely ashamed by her humiliating admission, Margie continued to stroke the jerking cock, her tortured and confused mind wondering how it felt to him. Then, she felt him suddenly pull at her shoulders, forcing her to let go of the huge throbbing prick-and then he turned her over and forced her face down into the soft cushions of the divan. He was the master and she, the slave who would do anything he commanded!..
Still not understanding what he wanted, she lowered her pounding head to the comfort of the soft cushion and tried to dry her tears when a salacious ripple of pleasure suddenly shot all the way from the tender backs of her trembling thighs to the warm confines of her now pulsating vagina. Lying on her stomach, she realized that he was climbing on top of her, dragging his hot pulsing cock along the insides of her partially spread thighs.
Why? She asked herself silently, sensing the throbbing organ's rubbery tip as it slid along her trembling flesh, burning a fresh path of obscene desire in its wake. The damp pink lips of her cunt opened involuntarily, expecting to be met by the massive jerking prick, but somehow she understood that they would be disappointed.
Margie bit her lip and raised the upper part of her torso so that her breasts swayed helplessly beneath her. It was no use, and she knew it. Her willpower had been smashed by the bourbon and her own humiliation and she obeyed the commands that issued from her trembling, tittilated flesh.
Now the hot rubbery tip slid to the long pink crevice that separated the quivering white orbs of her virginal buttocks and she began to understand what he was about to do. Once, twice, the rock-hard shaft pushed at the damp crevice, searching for the tiny evasive elastic ring that hid between the perspiring orbs.
Oh, God, no! her conscious mind begged.
She had submitted to his demands last night and tonight, but why this? Why did he want to do it to her there?!! Hadn't he done enough to degrade her just by forcing her to do it the regular way? What's the matter with me, she thought, why don't I scream for help, or try to escape? Why?
It was for Ben! Yet it wasn't for Ben! Not realizing it, she was panting as she felt the swollen twitching cock probe at the rubbery red ring of her tiny untouched anus, searching for the key that would unlock the virginal orifice and force her to accept the sadistice intrusion.
Pain, pleasure; pain, pleasure circled through her drunken mind as beads of sweat poured off her body. Each confusing thought of the two contradicting words cued her tiny sphincter and it clenched and unclenched in rhythm with her heartbeat, seeming to grasp at the burning red tip of the rock hard cock and pull it towards her untouched anus. She heard him grunt, then suddenly felt him throw his arms around her, grab her firm jiggling breasts, and pull her up and around to face him.
"Too tight," he panted. "Need it wet."
At first she didn't understand what he meant, but the depraved obsessed look in his burning eyes gave her the terrifying message. Oh, God, he was so cruel! she whimpered to herself, but before she could protest he grabbed her head and pushed it against his groin.
"Hurry," he commanded and the helpless girl knew that there was no way to refuse. Cautiously she parted her full red lips and eased her tongue out of her mouth. She had never seen a man's cock so close, none that is, except her dream-stranger's. Now she was face to face with a hot jerking rod of flesh ordered to wet it with her mouth. God, how ugly, how awful, she sobbed to herself, but the pressure of his hands pressed her against the pulsing red tip. She was nothing! Here was a man who was going to sodomize her, and she was doing nothing about it, nothing except lubricating his huge instrument with her trembling mouth.
"It'll hurt worse if ya don't," he told her through his tightly clenched teeth.
She let out a humiliated moan and flicked out her long pink tongue to wet the burning tip with her own saliva. It didn't taste that bad, but God, how could anyone do such a terrible thing, she thought through a drunken haze. And then, guided by his strong hands, she quickly ran the length of her tongue along the hot pulsing prick. She could taste the sweetness and nothing else ... Ben, she thought half-crazy with fear and desire. I wonder what Ben would taste like. As if she were detached from reality she continued to lick at the twitching shaft, thinking of her husband, of her infidelity and what it really meant. None of her life was thighs and the terrible knowledge that in spite of her real; none of it except the throbbing ache between her horror of it, she was becoming a depraved sexual maniac like the man hovering above her.
"Christ!" he groaned and suddenly pushed her away, turning her body with his strong sinewy hands and forcing her to lie face down on the couch again.
She knew that he had almost cum, and shuddered as she imagined his white burning sperm filling her mouth. Maybe if he had come in her mouth, he wouldn't rape her back there. After all, swallowing it couldn't be as bad as sodomy, she thought as she felt him slither between her wide-spread thighs, once again, and quickly guide the huge throbbing cock to the tight red hairless ring.
It waas too big! No, she couldn't let him do it to her there; he'd split her open! She rotated her upraised hips frantically trying to escape the probing hot penis, but only managed to lodge the wet burning head at the elastic entrance of her untouched anus. It was wet, lubricated all right, but she couldn't take it. It was too big! Then suddenly a hand slid from her slender waist, over her firm flat belly and quickly through the soft red pubic hairs to the bud of her swollen clitoris. She gasped at the exciting light touch and jerked her buttocks backwards, feeling the hot pointed red tip gain a small foothold in her defensively clenching anus. It wasn't fair, no it wasn't fair! He couldn't do it to her ... but the finger ... feels so good ... no ... no!!
"Please," she pleaded, wanting him to stop but unable to move away. Her swollen clitoris, practically unknown to her until yesterday, was the true master of her sex-starved body. It guided her physical being, un caring about her mental refusal, wanting only the sexual gratification that she had been denied for so many years. Now it ordered her frightened buttocks to relax, and without hesitation, the tiny sphincter loosened its precarious hold on her tight defenseless rectum.
A second, two seconds, and the swollen pulsing cock pushed slightly forward.
"Oh, oh," she gasped in stifled painful breaths and shook her round smooth buttocks, making the delighted white orbs shoot rapid, hot shocks of sexual electricity through her helpless body. Strange! Obscene! Perverted! Her long-ago-learned prudery shouted at her, but went unheard as the swollen rigid prick shoved forward against her defenseless anus. It hurts, oh God it hurts! What if Ben were here now, watching? Would he see the blank stare of submissive passion on her tormented face as she tried to screw back against the intruding prick? Would he listen or try to help her? She was doing it for him, she sobbed to herself, knowing instead that she needed Jamie's cock more than Ben needed his partnership. The cock was nearly inside her elastic young anus and Margie didn't want it to stop, not really!
"Aaarrgghhhh!" she suddenly moaned in a mixture of masochistic pain and ecstatic pleasure. "Stop, Oh God, it hurts! Please stop!"
She jerked her quivering white buttocks to one side, then the other in an effort to stop the fiery pain that grew hotter as he pushed his slim hips forward with a choking grunt. The pain! It was too much, more than she expected and she howled as her upraised buttocks squirmed helplessly in a futile effort to escape the hideous rape of her virginal anus. Shamed by her own newfound wanton desires and the obscene sex-ridden thoughts that raced through her dazed tormented mind, she began to sob uncontrollably. Whore! Whore! She was nothing more than a common whore, but she was even worse ... she was a faithless married woman.
Jamie listened to her whimpering sobs with sadistic desire as he rested inside her dark, clamping rectum. The thick fat head of his pulsing cock was more than six inches deep in her ravaged oriface and his free hand toyed with the hard swollen clitoris that tormented her so ruthlessly. Kneeling behind her, he knew that he had won another victory over the helpless young wife, and he slowly began to push the massive prick further into her tight ravaged channel.
It hurts! It hurts! rumbled through her mind as she felt the massive driving cock sink another agonizing inch into her tortured clasping anus, stretching it beyond all limits of endurance. It should hurt, she moaned to herself. It should split her open and punish her for her infidelity, for manslaughter, and most of all it should punish her for the masochistic pleasure that she suddenly felt rising in her lust-incited loins!
Pushing slowly, painfully backwards, Margie in her masochistic passion tried to ease more of the giant cock into her tight clasping rectum and her heartbeat registered the steady thump, thump, thump of continual pain as she screwed herself back onto the rigid shaft.
The perverted mechanic began a lewd undulation with his slim hips, trying to match the steady groping pressure of her slowly thrusting white buttocks. Sliding slowly and evenly, his aching wet cock pushed forward as it sank deeper into the ravaged damp oriface, almost overcome with pain as its flexible purplish skin stretched to its absolute limit. He'd never had a hard on like this one, he thought; never as big or as hard and it was killing him with ecstatic painful desire.
Helplessly skewered by the hard rotating prick, she thought she would be split in half and moaned piteously for him to stop, knowing instinctively that he wouldn't. Punished! she thought, shamed by her own pleasure. I've got to be punished! But the pain was quickly receding, leaving the quivering white orbs of her buttocks and tightly strained muscles of her back passage, only to be replaced by a strange lewd sensation that rippled shamelessly within the deep warm confines of her soft elastic rectum. The obscene desire was growing rapidly, and she could vaguely feel her pulsing clitoris joining the re-kindled sexual fire as Jamie began building a tittilating pressure in her trembling loins with his insistant rubbing finger.
Eagerly she obeyed when he tugged at her long slender legs, forcing her to lie flat on her belly instead of kneeling like a bitch in heat with her quivering buttocks swaying obscenely in the air. The smooth softness of the couch, the savage hardness of his ravaging cock both engulfed her quivering body at the same time, making her lust-maddened nerves ripple with wave after wave of wild sensuous torment as her slowly undulating hips sucked the thick rhythmic cock deeper and deeper inside her clasping rectum. His hard pelvis smacked against the tender white orbs of her trembling buttocks, crushing her firm round breasts downward into the couch. The trembling cheeks crushed by his weight, would spring back to life when he pulled away from her, then suddenly deflate again when he drove the massive throbbing prick deeper inside her tight, hairless little hole. The pain had completely disappeared, replaced by an insatiable flaming desire, but her dazed mind still demand punishment. She had fallen into a thick mire of degradation, the lowest form of sexual slavery and she wanted to pay for it with her masochistic pleasure, a pleasure she wanted to regret. She grunted almost hysterically in her defilement and wished for more of the stabbing, thrusting cock, more, more, more
"Oh, oh, oh," she howled as he drove the savage prick inside her tortured anus. "Harder, further, Oh! Fuck me harder! Oh God Fuck Me Harder!"
Her begging plea beat at his lust-maddened brain and he began to stroke more frantically, plunging his aching obsessed cock deep into her ravaged bowels. She grunted as her clasping rectum filled again and again with the rock-hard shaft, then felt his fingers rubbing, tearing viciously at the rigid red bud of her insanely jerking clitoris. There was nothing left in the world for her but the frenzied fucking, the awful sodomy of this degenerate. Now she was naked, raped and uninhibited ... completely alone in the world except for the driving cock back between the dancing white cheeks of her tender buttocks.
Jamie had widened her tiny elastic hole until he had an almost easy entry, sliding in and out more rapidly as his white seeping semenal juices lubricated the ravaged passageway.
Out of control with insane desire, Margie's long slender calves shot up vertically from her knees and flailed helplessly on either side of her. They twitched spastically, loosening her ravaged anus even more, and allowing the depraved sodomist to slam another smashing blow with his hips against the trembling cheeks of her helpless bottom, driving the last inch of his lust-maddened cock deep into her savagely raped bowels.
She winced painfully at the sudden masochistic pleasure that shot through her obsessed loins and groaned softly. It felt so good ... he just couldn't stop, he just couldn't!
Helpless and maddened by the tremendous prick that skewered her defenseless virginal rectum, the girl felt that she had achieved the ultimate degrading punishment for her multitude of unforgivable sins. She was flat on her stomach, her white sweating buttocks bucking spastically in the air while he slammed his massive aching cock into her with all his crazed strength, fucking her like a dog. Back! Around! Faster! she commanded her frenzied hips as she threw herself like a trapped animal on the couch, exciting him even more with her frantic jerking buttocks.
"Oh, Fuck!" she screamed, exciting herself to the ultimate breaking point by the obscenity as much as she excited him.
Now!
The pressure, the growing balloon of sexual ecstasy filled with the blood in her abdomen as it readied its explosion for the final release into her aching vaginal muscles.
Suddenly the balloon burst like an oilwell, and all her crime, all her punishment was blotted out by a single blow as she jerked spastically, throwing her helpless legs out to the side and the white electric shocks of orgasm tore at her brain. Snapping like a bull-whip, her body convulsed with the brutal crash of climax as it hit at the very center of her being, then flooded her untouched, yearning pussy with the hot flowing juices of a woman fulfilled and rewarded for her obscene pleasures and pains.
Jamie felt the raw burning liquid spew from her jerking cunt onto his hand that rubbed so viciously at her excited swollen clitoris. Yeah, he'd made her come by fucking her in the ass, but she wasn't done yet, not by a long shot, he grinned obscenely to himself.
Both of his hands quickly sought her well-rounded hips and drew her roughly up toward him, while at the same time he leaned back and watched his thrusting cock, making sure it wouldn't come out of her ravaged backside until he was done with her.
Dazeed by the alcohol and still feeling the final rumblings of her earth shattering climax, Margie obediently lifted her hips as he pulled roughly at her soft resilient skin. The two white moons of her buttocks quivered from the force of her climax and were separated by the sweating pink crevice between them. Crazed with frenzied sexual excitement, Jamie looked down at the trembling orbs and the helpless girl's anus where the rigid shaft of his huge throbbing cock still rested.
Watching as if he were hypnotized by the obscene spectacle, he slowly began to slide his aching reddened prick in and out of the hairless oriface, sucking lewdly as it moved back and forth. He'd forced her to be fucked in the ass just like so many others who had thought he was a nobody. Now it was she, a nobody, who had been defiled and degraded by his sexual power and strength.
"Yeah, bitch, you loved it," he mused as he kneaded the pliant flesh of her smooth white buttocks with his calloused fingers.
The girl moaned in drunken ecstasy and began to slowly roll her hips from side to side as the sadistic rapist sunk his pulsing cock in and out of her helpless tortured bottom. She gasped at the renewed pain, then slowly rolled her hips again, only to be widened once more by the ravaging cock. But it didn't make any difference to the debauched young wife. She had paid for her crimes, her infidelity, her lust and though she still felt the tingling ripples that could bring yet another savage climax, she knew that she could get the tailpipe back, especially if ... if she made him come there, in her tight clasping rectum. She had to do it!
But now there was the tearing pain again, and the girl tried to relax her ravaged anus even more as he grabbed her loosely hanging breasts and began pulling her trembling buttocks back against him as he thrust forward.
He looked at her pain-racked face as she squirmed helplessly on the couch, but paid no attention to the clenched cheek muscles and flow of humiliated tears. He felt the rubbery walls of her tortured rectum clasping and sucking at his massive penis as he drove harder into her tormented backside. It was still too tight, tighter than any pussy, and it made his prick feel like it was being scrubbed by a hard, rough brush.
The tight muscles in his thrusting buttocks flexed spasmodically as he smashed against the helpless white flesh of her undulating behind. Clinging to her full jiggling breasts, he continued to pull her back, making the poor helpless girl feel like an animal being used for experimental sexual perversion. Driving, thrusting, ramming into her tiny elastic anus, the obsessed maniac widened the rubbery red ring until it was ready to split open, but he refused to stop the brutal onslaught.
He panted obsceneties as he fucked savagely at her quivering backside, slipping both hands around her rounded hips so that he could spread the ravaged opening from the outside with his strong lean fingers. It hurt him, too; the dryness, the tightness, all of the depraved perverted act was more painful than pleasurable, but that's exactly what he wanted for both of them.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she gasped in pain, knowing at the same time that her uncontrollable bestial whimpering would excite him to the point of no return.
He knew there was little time left as the tight skin around his rigid thrusting cock screamed in pain, afraid that it would be torn by the tight burning ring of her anus. Jamie could hear her tormented moanings and feel the pressures of her soft succulent buttocks as they slapped incessantly against his thrusting belly. It was all too much, all too good! Then finally it started deep in his balls as they smacked hard against the soft red pubic mound that lay exposed to their onslaught. There was the quivering of racing liquids, then the stoppage, the one final second of control before the first jets of sperm shot from the aching tip of his tormented cock deep into her ravaged bowels.
Then, suddenly screaming like a wounded bear, he leaned back and jerked wildly against the flaccid white flesh of her full round buttocks.
Once, twice, a half-dozen times he jerked as his final punishment was heaped deep into the girl's trembling rectum, filling her anus heavily with the white hot liquid from his tortured balls.
Ten agonizing minutes passed while Margie lay stretched out on the couch, Jamie's unconscious form resting on top of her. She couldn't close her eyes for fear of her mind seeing herself lying there, trying desperately to force his deflated cock out of her pained anus.
He moaned slightly and started to come out of his exhausted sleep, and Margie knew that she must say the right things, the right way. If she didn't he could refuse to give her the tailpipe and she would have to find another way to free herself from his cruel unfair bondage.
Jamie moaned again, then began to raise his head, looking around for something that would tell him where he was. As he lifted his exhausted body, he put one hand on Margie's back, almost crushing her shoulder blade with his weight, but a short squeal from the girl warned him and he drunkenly removed the pressure.
Realizing that he was still coupled with her anus, he grunted with clenched teeth and yanked his limp penis from her still stretched passage with a hollow popping sound. That waas it, she thought through a veil of tears, relieved that it was finally over.
"Jamie," she asked a minute later as she started to put her clothes back on, uneasy about the light in the room. "Jamie, can I have the tailpipe now?"
Beg, bitch, he thought and turned to smile obscenely.
"Let yourself out the back way, I'll see you tomorrow," he told her softly, then walked to the heavy oak panels, slid them apart and left her in the room alone.