Naked Exposure

Monday morning in thousands of homes throughout the United States means the beginning of another work week, another forty hours of drudgery, commuting, sandwiches for lunch and the impatient wait for Friday afternoon at five o'clock.

To Margie Carney those were the lucky ones. Their greatest problems were mortgages or car payments, neither of which could match the terrifying gravity of her hopeless situation. She had discovered that she was incapable of dealing with the piling difficulties, her husband, Jamie Barth, and especially with herself. She just couldn't seem to cope with the problems now surrounding her.

Monday's color has traditionally been blue, the same color of the dozen barbituates that lay on the rumpled sheet in front of her. There seemed to be no other solution, but for an hour and twenty minutes Margie had stared at the small blue capsules, afraid to take them and die; afraid not to take them and live.

Closed eyes and restful sleep had not shared her bed during the long agonizing night after leaving Jamie's house. She had driven home, drawn a bath, and soaked her ravaged loins and buttocks in hot water for more than two hours. Since then she had sat cross-legged in her bed, unable to find a solution to her desperate plight, until, that is, she remembered the powerful barbituates.

Suicide, however, only conjured old fears of God and a possible hell, or the unrelenting fear of an empty nothingness after life. It just wasn't the right answer, but what was? The mechanics of her confused brain had worked through the entire night searching for a solution, but there seemed to be none at all, and for the first time since she left Jamie's the night before, she started to cry with deep racking sobs.

Glistening her cheeks, the tears seemed to all be labeled: one for suicide, one for sodomy, one for adultery, and hundreds more until her sobbing, tear-stained lips uttered the key words, "hit and run manslaughter!"

Of course, Oh God, why didn't I do it before? she asked herself silently and wiped the streaming tears away with the warm wet sheet. That had been the beginning of the whole mess, and that would surely be the ending. It was so simple: Just get into the car, drive downtown, then walk into the police station and give herself up. She'd just have to pay for her mistake through the law. There were judges, juries, courts of appeal, every kind of opportunity to be given fair treatment. None of their penalties could be as heartless, as hopeless, as Jamie Barth's cruelty.

Determined to serve justice, Margie Carney jumped from the bed, spilling the dozen blue capsules onto the rug. The closet-a quick selection of a suitable blue dress suit and she was quickly dressed and out the door.

Ninth and Harrison came into view as she drove towards the city's business district, carefully observing the traffic laws. The intersections seemed to possess none of the awesome power that had frightened her so badly a few short days ago. Now it was all part of the past. Somehow it brought back only a vague, objective image of speed and a muffled thump. She knew at last that in a few minutes she would be free of the horrid guilt that haunted her so relentlessly.

A few more blocks, a red light, an uneasy wait, then a right turn and there it was.

The sign was old, but it left no doubt; this was the city police department. Margie looked at the neon lights that listed the year's traffic death toll and knew one of those numbers belonged to a teenage girl she had run down last Thursday night. The girl could never be broght back to life, but Margie knew that she must pay for her crime anyway.

Margie parked her old white convertible across the street from the police station and got out, not bothering to lock the doors. Now she was committed, resolved to be brought to justice. She started to jaywalk across the street, then looked both ways. After all, she didn't want to get a ticket for jaywalking, she thought bitterly.

She glanced furtively around her, then across the street. Her eyes followed the outline of the police station until she gazed at the top two floors of the six story building.

Bars! Cold, grey steel bars of the city jail stared down at her accusingly. Prison was frightening, unknown and unimaginable to the young housewife, but she had made up her mind to go ahead with her plan.

Instead, however, she stood frozen in the street by her car, suddenly hypnotized by her husband's trans parent image, the image she had seen in her dream a few nights before. She pictured Ben guarding prisoners, sweepng floors, and living in a small one room flat. No, she owed him more than that. He was her husband! she thought and turned dejectedly to climb back into her car. She would just have to find another solution, an answer that would free her from guilt and from Jamie Barth.

But Jamie had other plans for the young housewife as he sat in her convertible on the passenger's side, smoking a long thin cigar.

"Oh," Margie gasped as she slid behind the steering wheel and discovered that Jamie was in her car.

"Hi, baby, where ya goin'?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, nowhere, I guess," she answered fretfully. "I was going to do some shopping, but I changed my mind."

"Well, that's just fine, Margie," he told her, his eyes narrowed and striking. "You and me both know that you can't shop at the police station, don't we?"

Margie hung her head, looking into her lap and nodded. He was right, of course; she knew she couldn't turn herself over to the police, not without hurting Ben.

Jamie lectured the young girl for the next ten minutes while she nodded to everything he said. There was prison for her to consider; there waas Ben for her to consider, and of course, now that Jamie was involved, she had to consider him, too.

"Christ, baby," he chided. "Just think of all the good screwin' we'd miss if you was arrested."

What a cruel man, she thought painfully as tears for the thousandth time began to cloud her deep sensuous green eyes. Hadn't he humiliated her enough without talking to her like she was a common tramp, shaming her in her own eyes every time they were together. Now, even in broad daylight, he tormented her constantly with his lewd comments and obscene references. Why had she ever gotten mixed up with a terrible man like him?

Jamie continued to talk, mostly about himself and what he had planned for her. "...Beginning tonight," he added, then slowly slid the long cigar in and out of his mouth in an obscene mockery.

"N-No, Jamie, I can't," she pleaded. "Ben'll be home tonight and he'd know if I sneaked out late."

"Wrong, baby," he sneered. "A friend of mine who knows a lot of answers says that Ben won't be home for at least two more days. He's out chasin' bum leads on the hit and run job ... man, that's really funny," he mused aloud. "The big hot-shot private dick's looking for a killer, and all the time it's his own sweet little wife!"

Margie listened to his hideous laughter, until he finally settled down to a mild chuckle. He was cruel, insensitive, and practically a maniac she thought as he started to get out of the car, grinding out his cigar in the ash tray, then pushing his lanky legs out of the door.

"Tonight, baby," he ordered, looking back into the car. "Midnight at the Go-Go Club, and don't be late!"

Tonight, she thought with regret, and pretty soon it'll be every night until I can't take it any more. She wanted to fight him, to ignore his commands, but knew that he held the upper hand. Life's so rotten, she sobbed shaking her head and slowly pulled away from the curb to drive home.

Time, agonizing and tortuously long hours, had passed much too slowly for Margie Carney that afternoon. After hours of deep recriminating thought, unable to remove herself from the punishing gaze of her own tormenting conscience, she had started drinking a half-empty bottle of clear yellow scotch that Ben had left unfinished in the drawer of his bedside table. Now it was past midnight, and she was late for her clandestine appointment with her master, Jamie Barth.

The wrinkled old cab driver watched her with a disapproving look as she gave him a rumpled five dollar bill and walked unsteadily from the curb to the dark forbidding doors of the Go-Go Club where Jamie impatiently waited inside. Her high heels wobbled, but she managed to keep her balance and slowly pushed the heavy door open, snapping her head back at the unfamiliar odor that struck her from within the dimly-lit club. It was a strange, heavy smell, yet at the same time deliciously pleasing and inviting to the young housewife's liquor-clouded senses. She stood for a moment in the entranceway, luxuriating in smoky odor and pounding beat of an electric base guitar that beckoned her to enter the darkened main room of the club.

As if she expected it, a hand slid over her shoulder and began to remove her light summer coat, pulling it away from her tall sensuous body to reveal her full, rounded bosom straining at the confining bright red fabric of her tight fitting cocktail dress. She took a deep breath to fortify her false courage and without looking at the man who had taken her coat, strode into the club, her head high in mock pride.

Almost immediately Margie saw Jamie raise his hand and direct her toward his table near the back of the small room. It's just a date, she thought trying to rationalize her meeting with the perverted blackmailer. We're just here to dance and drink, then I'll go home alone ... I have to. Wriggling between chairs, tables and the jerking, dancing crowd, she got to Jamie's table and stood unsteadily before him, waiting to be introduced to the young couple sitting beside him.

"It's almost one o'clock," he said angrily, not bothering to rise when she came xo the table. "Another ten minutes and you'd miss the show."

Margie slowly lowered her head as he chided her and whispered that she was sorry for being so thoughtless. Somehow it was always her fault; every time something was wrong, she was to blame, whether Jamie scolded her, or Ben griped at her inability to ever do anything right. Slowed by the pint of scotch, she felt even more guilty now as Jamie stared at her. Then he introduced her to Janie, a girl she vaguely remembered from high school, and Gary, who Jamie said was to be Margie's escort through the rest of her uncertain evening.

My date, she wondered, why my date? Maybe Jamie doesn't want me any more, maybe he's going to give me the tailpipe tonight ... or maybe, maybe he's just giving me to Gary for tonight. Hesitantly, she sat beside the young blond, afraid to refuse Jamie's command and unsure of his purpose in making her Gary's date. He looks nice enough she thought carefully scanning his classic straight nose and square jaw. His long blond hair was styled expertly and trimmed with two long fashionable sideburns that slanted slightly downward to a point. His face was clean and almost boyish and Margie felt safer when he smiled at her, asked her what she wanted to drink, then ordered it from a passing waitress.

At least he's a gentleman, she thought, remembering that neither Ben nor Jamie would have ever thought to ask her what she wanted. They didn't care that she was a living, feeling human being, but maybe Gary did....

Suddenly, Margie noticed that the music had stopped, and she could hear the clamorous murmerings of conversation drifting through the darkened room. Looking around the smoke-filled club she could see the half-shadowed forms of young men and women, their heads close together in secretive communication. One girl, a blonde at the booth next to them was taking a long drag from an ornate oriental pipe, sucking at the smoke until her breasts almost sprung from her low cut, revealing mini-dress. Then, instead of exhaling the cloud of smoke, she held her breath and passed the pipe to the long -haired young man next to her. He, in turn, sucked at the pipe the same way, and as the girl exhaled a full, blue cloud of smoke, her date passed the pipe to another girl at the table and she used it the same way.

Margie cocked her head in amazement, wondering why they were all smoking from the same strange looking pipe. They couldn't be smoking marijuana, she thought through the confused haze that the scotch had draped over her mind. This is a public place, a nightclub ... but as she scanned the rest of the crowd, she could see that every booth and table was clouded with blue smoke and everyone was either passing a pipe, or short brown cigarettes, inhaling slowly, then holding the smoke in their lungs.

"No," she said aloud, her voice weak with fright. What kind of place had she come to? If the police raided the club, they would all be arrested, then Ben would know that she was out with another man! No, she'd have to leave, she had to get out before it was too late!

"What did you say?" Gary asked her softly, pulling her away from her frightened thoughts.

"I-I've got to go," she stammered, looking directly into his clouded blue eyes. "I forgot that I've got to get home."

"Oh, come on now, Margie," he whispered, shuffling his lean tough body closer to her so that she could feel the dry warmth of his breath caressing the bare skin on her smooth shoulder. "You just got here, and Jamie told me you wanted to stay for a while. If you leave I won't have anyone to watch the show with. You wouldn't want me to be lonely, would you?"

Lonely she thought bitterly remembering how lonely she had felt for so many long months. No, she didn't want anyone to be lonely, and she really didn't want to be lonely either. If only she could be sure that he was sincere, and not just giving her a line like so many other men would have tried to do. How can I be sure? she asked herself silently.

"Here," she heard him say and looked into his upturned palm. There in the pale darkness she could see the vague outline of a corncob pipe wrapped in aluminum foil that nickered softly in the candlelight. Margie didn't have to ask to know what was in the forbidden pipe, but instead of refusing his offer, she set down her glass and took the marijuana from his hand.

Silently Margie put the pipe to her mouth while Gary held a match above the tightly packed weed, and she began to draw on it just like the blonde girl had in the next booth. As the hot smoke entered her lungs and began to saturate her cells, her confused conscience whispered softly in her ear. It waas wrong, taboo! It could lead to nothing but trouble ... but her other ear could hear only the rememberance of one terrifying word ... lonely. She didn't want to be lonely tonight, or any night, and besides, what could happen to her if they just sat there and smoked the forbidden weed in a public place. She alrady had broken her sacred vows of marriage, but this wasn't like a real transgression. Now she was just trying to find companionship, and somehow that seemed to justify her being with Gary, her smoking pot ... everything. And more important was the horrid reality that she couldn't offend Jamie by leaving. He knew where the tailpipe was, and he was the only person who could destroy her marriage and her life, and at the same time was the only person who could save it.

The burning marijuana smoke forced her to stifle a rough cough as it scorched her throat, but Margie held the cloud deep in her lungs and passed the pipe to Gary. She watched him take a long deep drag and breathed deeper herself, suddenly feeling a rapturous subtle throbbing begin behind her eyes. The grass was already beginning to take effect with the first long puff, and she could see her thoughts more clearly now through the fractured enlightenment of the soul searing weed. It wasn't so bad, she told herself as she exhaled the heavy blue cloud and took the proffered pipe from Gary's hand. He was nice, really-nice looking and he acted nice, especially by giving her the pipe to share. She hadn't really shared anything with a man in so long, especially her husband.

"It's better than regular stuff," he told her trying not to exhale any of the precious smoke as he spoke. "It's hashish and marijuana. I call it mixture number sixty-nine."

Sixty-nine, she puzzled to herself as she took another long drag. It was a familiar number, but she couldn't remember why it had any significance for her. She had heard it somewhere, but neglected to pursue the thought any longer as she felt the throb grow behind her eyes, pounding in perfect rhythm with her thumping heart. It felt nice, soft and smooth now, not hot at all ...

"Mmmmmmmmm." she cooed when her lungs were filled and she handed the pipe back to her companion.

At the sound of her own voice she turned her head, half-ashamed to be so entranced already by the strange drug, but as she did, her gaze fell on the center stage where a young topless dancer had been performing when she had first come into the room. Now the sensuous dancer was back on the stage, but instead of being topless, now she was dressed in an alluring transparent black nightgown. Margie could see the girl's naked breasts probing at the flimsy cloth, but the sadness that darkened the dancer's face held Margie's attention more tightly. The girl was just like her, sad and lonely, afraid of what might be happening to her and ... from the look in her eyes she was obviously heavily drugged. The young housewife, half-drunk with alcohol and drugged by the powerful mixture of marijuana and hashish, felt her heart go out for the young dancer. They were friends, kindred spirits in a cruel and heartless world, friends who understood each other's empty lives.

The girl turned on the small stage and looked into the audience, hazily surveying the stoned audience in their drugged revereies. Then, with hardly any hesitation slipped the straps of the black nightgown over her rounded white shoulders and let the flimsy gown fall to the floor.

Margie gasped at the girl's sudden nakedness. She hadn't even considered that the girl was going to do a strip-tease, but this ... completely nude, exposing the full firm roundness of her breasts and long sleek legs that joined at her luscious hips ... this was obscene, horrible ... yet somehow Margie could not find room in her mind to condemn the girl as she reached high into the darkened air above her and stretched like a yawning cat. For some reason the dancer's naked body wasn't obscene, not like Margie would have thought a few weeks ago. Her prudish ideas were slowly being broken down by the alcohol and the drugs. Now, as Margie stared at the naked girl and listened to the delighted low cheers from the crowd, the girl's nakedness was beautiful ... yes, beautiful and natural, she thought, and smiled as she took another long heavy drag from the foil covered pipe.

Slowly the girl unreeeled from her long stretch and ran her slender fingers along the shadowed outline of her body, seeming to almost pant at her own touch. Her hands ran sensuously over her thighs and down her calves until the girl was completely bent over, then she fell back lightly onto a small bed that rested behind her.

Margie had never imagined anything like this before. It reminded her of the times she had lain on her own bed, hot and unsatisfied beneath the sheets, wanting only to be loved by the man she had married.

"Oh," Margie suddenly gasped as she watched the girl's hands-slide along the soft supple skin of her firm flat belly and begin slowly kneading the firm taut flesh of her full-rounded breasts, forcing her tiny pink nipples to grow to an excited hardness. Her knees up and bent, the girl slowly moved her legs apart, exposing the moist pink lips of her vagina through the soft silken hairs that covered her tender pubic mound. Loud panting breaths came from the audience in the club as they looked directly at the tantalizing wet slit between her legs. She ground her quivering white buttocks down hard against the mattress, showing her need, her uncautious desire to be fulfilled as a woman. Margie knew the feeling! She remembered vividly the mounting desire that had forced her to masturbate in her own bed less than a day before, her own fingers massaging her tight red nipples until the salacious tingling had coarsed guiltily through her wanting body. Ashamed of her guilty memory, she twisted in her seat nervously, hoping that no one knew what she was thinking, but the sudden movement of her firm round buttocks against the cushion made her suddenly aware of the growing tingling that was trembling in the moist slit between her own thighs. She choked inaudibly at the realization that she, too, still had a burning need, then turned to look at Gary.

Completely stoned because he had been smoking the forbidden drug for more than an hour, Gary sat looking at the girl on the stage, his eyes glazed with the fruits of marijuana and the sensuous movements of the girl on the stage.

Margie reached toward him and took the pipe from his hand, drawing it immediately to her full pouting lips and taking another long deep drag.

She knew she couldn't blot out the salacious tinglings between her trembling thighs, but perhaps the pot would clear her mind and make her understand. She pulled the pipe away from her mouth and held the smoke tightly in her lungs, reveling in the increased pounding behind her eyes. Now she knew the effects of the uninhibiting drug. She could feel the remnants of the old Margie Carney falling quickly away as she smoked and then started swaying to the sensuous rhythm of her own heavily beating heart. The girl on the bed, the heavy breathing and the intense humidity of the room were massaging the tender senses of her body that had frightened her so badly only a few short days before. She wriggled her quivering buttocks again and crossed her legs, forcing the tight silk bikini panties to slip into the damp crevice between her ivory thighs. She clenched her legs tightly together and felt the swelling bud of her oversized clitoris respond willingly to her manipulations and begin to grow. Slowly, in perfect tune with the undulating hips of the girl on the stage, Margie slid her thighs back and forth, rubbing her warm trembling flesh against the moist pink lips of her vagina, making them brush against her aching clitoris. The same tingling, the same flow of moist hot liquids were beginning to lubricate her passage and spot the smooth silk crotch band of her panties.

Afraid that she might be seen in her silent, private masturbation, Margie looked toward Jamie and Janie who were snuggly pressed together, totally immersed in their own pleasures. Jamie's hand had slipped down under Janie's mini-dress from behind her neck and found its way to the firm supple flesh of her rising breasts. Margie could see that the girl's legs were slightly apart, exposing a few silken strands of pubic hair from under the leg bands of her tight black panties. Janie either didn't notice, or didn't care, but only stared at the writhing girl on the stage in sexual rapture.

Margie slowly took her eyes off the swaying couple beside her and leaned back in the seat to discover that Gary had put his arm exactly where her shoulders touched the back of the booth.

He feels gentle, she thought and put the pipe back to her lips for another long tantalizing drag. She sensed his caressing warm breath on her uncovered shoulder and relaxed a little more, handing him the foil-covered pipe.

While she held her breath and slowly, imperceptibley rubbed her thighs together, she turned her attention back to the stage. The girl on the bed was tracing small circles over her skin, sliding her hands along the soft ivory flesh and over her firm flat belly until they came to rest at the downy vee of her warm moist crotch. With an almost delirious moan the girl rolled her head back and forth, then slid her finger into the silken mat of her pubic hair and let her long slender legs fall limply to each side, allowing the entire hypnotized audience to view to the moist trembling pink flesh of her down-covered vaginal lips. She groaned with delight and slipped a finger of her other hand alongside the first and slowly, salaciously parted the trembling pink lips until the crowd gasped at the quivering wet flesh that looked out at them, yearning for relief. Involuntarily her squirming round buttocks twitched, forcing her tiny red anus to clench with delight against the soft satin bedspread.

Frightened, yet entranced by the girl's probing fingers, Margie watched her slowly slide one finger over the straining pink bud of her lust-incited clitoris. Gary's hand slid over to her shoulder and clenched her left breast firmly, but she didn't protest. The sensation of his grip only forced the tiny red nipples of both her breasts to tighten as she sat drunkenly immersed in the obscene spectacle before her. The girl's hips were involuntarily rolling back and forth as she ran her maddening fingers over her wet, sex-starved clitoris, driving herself almost into a frenzy. Her open vagina seemed to clench and unclench, grabbing at the torturous fingers as they slid through the burning pink flesh. Her legs rose suddenly and she pulled her knees to her breasts, raising her ivory buttocks to the full view of the crowd. Then, slowly and deliberately she slipped the painted tip of one slender finger to the edge of the quivering wet oriface, brought another finger next to the first, and slid both of them into the clasping confines of her aching cunt with an obscene groan. The audience whistled with lewd delight as the two fingers were sucked into the wet pink passage of her hair-trimmed pussy.

"Oh," Margie gasped, and felt the sudden urge to rush from this awful place before it was too late. She knew that she was torturing herself by rubbing her overheated thighs together tormenting her oversexed clitoris, but she just couldn't stop herself.

She felt Gary's strong fingers massaging the firm resiliant flesh of her taut full breasts, and was suddenly relieved of her fear. It didn't really hurt anything, she rationalized, then picked up the pipe and took another sex-inducing drug. Margie felt herself becoming the girl on the stage, except that she was alone and at home, masturbating herself into a lustful frenzy. She knew how the girl felt, how she needed a man, and then the soothing smoke entered her lungs and beat an obscene jungle rhythm along the tender excitable flesh of her self-stroking thighs. Sexually aroused and hungry she turned her whole attention back to the young girl on the bed.

by now, in a drug-induced sexual euphoria, the girl was writhing in a raging fire of frenzied passion, her face contorted with lust as her sex-starved finged drove maddenly in and out of her hot clasping cunt. Uncontrolled moans of ecstatic sexual excitement whimpered from her full red panting lips as she thrust lewdly up against the probing Angers deep into the clenching pink wet opening of her hair-lined pussy with a loud lusty sucking sound. Her bright white teeth showed through her sensuously parted lips as she fought for climax. Faster and faster the frantic fingers drove in and out of her fiery wet cunt, but they weren't enough! Frustrated by her drug-induced passion the girl thrashed on the bed, almost screaming for orgasm, thrusting her upraised hips in a wild abandoned effort to cum. But still it was no use, though she clenched her tiny red elastic anus again and again trying to force the ripples of climax to flood her twitching body.

Then without warning, one of the male members of the audience who was sitting directly in front of the frantically masturbating girl jumped up onto the stage and started ripping his clothes off. The sudden movement shocked the impassioned girl into a semi-reality and she gasped in horror as she watched the lust-maddened man strip, freeing his massive thick cock from his semen soaked trousers. She started frantically to crawl away, but the fierce, crazed look in his eyes told her to freeze where she was, her legs upraised, leaving her trembling buttocks and the fiery plane of her upturned crotch in full view. She shuddered with fear as she saw his huge rock-hard prick jutting out from his body. This wasn't in the show! They hadn't told her she would have to have a partner! Frantically she looked towards her boss who was sitting near the stage, but he was grinning lewdly and massaging the fur-covered pussy of one of the other topless dancers who was wriggling on his lap.

Margie gasped in horror when she saw the big man jump onto the stage. It was a terrible intrusion she thought, still identifying with the girl on the stage. It was an intrusion into her private narcissistic world of sensual masturbation.

"Oh, no," she moaned weakly. "Leave her alone."

"It's alright," Gary slurred into her ear, suddenly slipping his hand inside the open crevice of her low cut dress and fondling her heaving breasts. "The girl don't expect it, but she won't be hurt."

Margie, though, wanted to leave this awful place. Just twenty feet away a man was going to rape a naked helpless girl, a girl who was excited by her own frantic caresses and the pungent hashish she had smoked. But her fear was turning into an unwanted facination as she watched the naked man looming over the defenseless, but sex-starved young girl. Somehow the whole macabre scene had become too much like what she had already experienced, and she had to see how it ended. The memory of her forcible rape by Jamie, coupled with the lust-inciting drugs brought the remembered tinglings of sexual urgency back to her tense, electrified body. She felt Gary put the foil-covered pipe into her hand and she automatically took it, pulling another long drag from the stained black stem. A sudden chill coarsed through her body as she recognized the salacious touch of Gary's fingers toying with her hard erect pink nipples. It felt so soft, so good, but she didn't want to acknowledge her pleasure with any out-cry or movement that might alert the others. She knew that Jamie and Janie were next to her, fondling each other, and she didn't want them to see that she had been overcome by the drugs and the impending rape on the stage. But as his persistant finger plucked at her tiny excited red nipple she felt the agonizingly delightful tingling slide through the rippling veins of her torso to the hard swollen tongue of her oversized clitoris. She wriggled against the soft cushion and brushed her trembling thighs together involvuntarily, making the tight elastic band of her bikini panties ride further up info the moist pink crevice between her quivering vaginal lips. Her clitoris was begging for her carress or even his carress, and she knew that she should get up and run away to the safety of her own home, but she couldn't.' Instead, she squirmed deeper into the cushion, rubbing the tender soft flesh of her vaginal lips against the leather upholstery, exciting the aroused pink lips even harder. She wanted to stop herself, but the sight of the naked man hovering over the girl on the stage forced her to remain where she was and torture herself with the rising excitement that was growing fiercely hotter between her trembling white thighs.

Margie watched, petrified as the big man knelt between the terrified young girl's widespread thighs and nosed his way toward her open, hair-lined pussy. She could see the thick jerking cock swaying back and forth under his belly as his tongue suddenly snaked out at the girl's tight puckered anus and then slid quickly along the open white crevice between her full quivering buttocks.

The girl tried to kick her legs out in an effort to escape, but the man grabbed them with his thickly muscled forearms and pinioned her to the satin cover. He looked up at her with an evil commanding glare, then lowered his head, and began lapping at the already moist slit beneath her soft downy pubic hairs. His tongue parted the trembling pink lips and he ran his hot hard tongue along the entire length of the fiery pink flesh lapping at the quivering ruffled lips of her burning cunt, then sliding over the red tight bud of her erect clitoris. He bobed his head as his ravaging tongue flicked through her silken pubic hair, then back to the aching clitoris, his whole head seeming buried between her widespread ivory thighs.

Terrified, yet hypnotized by the obscene oral rape of the helpless girl's trembling crevice on the stage Margie felt a sudden chill coarse up her spine as she realized the change that was coming over the girl. She could see that she was now squirming against the rampant tongue pushing herself up against it involuntarily, even though she still was straining her long slender legs in a futile effort to escape. Her body was settling into the softness of the mattress and shuddering, making her full firm breasts jiggle as she stopped her terrified moanings and began cooing softly as the red wet tongue slipped through the fiery crevice between the trembling pink lips of her clenching cunt. Margie knew the girl was being raped against her will in front of almost a hundred people, yet her fear was turning to desire.

For a long moment, Margie watched the girl's hand hover above the lust-maddened man's head then, suddenly, reach down and grab his thick head of blond hair and pull him tightly against her ravaged burning cunt, burying his nose in the clasping entrance of her hair-lined pussy. She panted like a wild savage beast as the obscene tongue licked ravenously at her tortured clitoris, then began wailing with uncontrollable passion as the man started sucking voraciously at her clasping pussy, pulling the soft fiery flesh into his tormenting obsessed mouth.

Margie heard another agonizing whimper next to her and turned to see Janie, her legs widespread, undulating her full quivering buttocks as Jamie held his long slender finger over her hot moist pubic mound, one finger free and carressing the swollen clitoris that begged for release between the trembling lips of her aching cunt. Margie whimpered in shock at the obscene spectacle beside her. These were two people that she knew, yet they were engrossed in the lewd rape of the girl on the bed, Jamie's finger sliding in and out of Jan ie's clasping cunt while she eagerly massaged his swollen rock-hard cock through his semen-stained trousers.

Through her drug-fogged mind she saw other couples in the room writhing in the dark shadows, vaguely jerking or rubbing at each other in obscene mutual masturbations. No! No! the last remnants of her morality begged. Get out of here now, before it's too late, before you become one of them ... But the lascivious whimpering on the bed slapped her conscience down and she unwantingly focused her attention back to the stage. The sex-crazed man was slowly turning the girl over, lifting her hips so the white shining orbs of her quivering buttocks were upraised and she knelt like a bitch in heat. She was trembling with uncontrolled passion as her new master positioned her for his final assault.

Pleadingly the tortured young girl undulated her hips in salacious circles, reaching back with both hands to spread the quivering cheeks, exposing the tight red ring of her virginal anus. Margie watched as the man lowered his head and slid his long lascivious tongue along the pink perspiring crevice. Her eyes were glued to his hard red tongue and she felt the agonizing tremblings deep within the moist pink crevice beneath the hair-covered lips of her aching cunt. Her unsatisfied body was agining control again and she could feel the lewd tinglings coarsing through her tortured loins. She pressed her firm round buttocks down against the cushion in a futile effort to put out the rising fire, but she only succeeded in adding more fuel to her sex-incited fire as the swollen lips of her burning vagina rubbed against the hot black leather. She was frightened by Gary's insistant fingers as he massaged her nipples even harder, and tried to stop him, but her muscles would not obey the command, and she whimpered an imperceptible sigh of defeat and lowered her hand back to the burning heat of her lap. She rolled her head in futile desperation and looked once more at the obscene rape on the bed.

Totally obsessed with uncontrolled lust the man was lapping at the defenseless girl's upraised loins, licking frantically at the fiery flowing juices that spilled from her tortured wet cunt. Margie watched as the madman suddenly raised his head and shuffled forward on his knees, moving his jerking red cock closer to the swollen lips of her soft hair-lined pussy.

Now on all fours like a bitch in heat, the moaning young girl knelt submissively as the sex-crazed man started to mount her from behind like a panting dog. Margie stared at the girl's swaying upraised buttocks then saw the man's throbbing cock jerk involuntarily, and probe at the moist wet slit held before it.

Begging for release, the lust-obsessed girl began jiggling the white round cheeks of her ass in an effort to push back against the pulsing red cock. Her moist clasping cunt missed the hard rubbery tip and it slid up to the puckered elastic ring of her tiny red anus and the man pushed forward, thinking in his lust-ridden mind that he had found the right hole. But the girl squealed fearfully and fell forward, followed immediately by the jerking head of the massive swollen prick. His head thrown back in ecstatic pleasure, the man thrust forward again and rubbed the purplish tip of his rigid throbbing cock against the swollen pulsating bud of her tortured clitoris. Margie watched open-mouthed as the man jerked forward again and again like a mindless animal in search of forbidden treasure. The entire audience, masturbating each other in a wild orgiastic frenzy, was glued to the obscene spectacle, watching the helpless lust-maddened young girl as she tried to push backward and clasp the jerking cock with her desperately clenching cunt. Finally in desperation the girl reached back and grasped the throbbing head, pulling it against the open pink orifice, then suddenly pushed herself backwards, lodging the rubbery tip half an inch into her aching wet pussy.

Margie gasped as she watched the sex-crazed man lunge forward in an animal-like response and bury his huge pulsing cock deep into her widened pink wet pussy. He clenched ,his teeth and groaned with relief, then pulled back a moment, only to thrust forward again savagely. This time burying the whole rigid shaft deep into the helpless girl's smooth fiery pussy. He stopped for a moment and shook his drugged head while his swollen testicles slapped against her open pink slit, banging their sperm-laden weight against the swollen bud of her erect red clitoris. She pursed her lips at the obscene slapping, then moaned a sigh of passionate relief as she began to undulate her full round hips in circles while the man remained motionless behind her, his massive cock embedded deep within the warm clasping confines of her fiery wet cunt. She gritted her teeth and looked back at the enraptured audience as they watched her now fucking the man who had begun by raping her, and was now being overcome by her animal lust. She moaned with perverted pleasure while her curvaceous hips rotated back and forth over the massive jerking cock, giving herself the fucking that she had craved so badly when she masturbated only a few sex-filled minutes before.

by now Margie could hardly control herself. She was panting like a crazed animal as she watched the lewd scene on the bed, barely able to keep her choking throat from screaming. Everything seemed unreal to her drug-stained mind as she watched, feeling the beads of sweat trickle off her kneaded breasts and slide across her firm flat belly to mingle with the burning vaginal moisture that already soaked her silken pubic hair. She tried to fight the rising tide of desire that screamed for release, but the total scene: the girl on the bed, the masturbating couples in the room, and Gary's insistant hand rubbing and pulling at her tight pink nipples had almost overcome her fighting conscience.

Her breath was coming in gasps as Gary gripped her breasts roughly in his own lust-heightened excitement. She didn't know what to do; whether to stop him now, or let him continue until he tried to put his hands between her fiery trembling thighs. It didn't hurt to start all this, but now she was really afraid, not of Gary, but of herself and her own hidden sexual desires, already stimulated almost to the point of no return. There was Ben but after all her sexual faithlessness, first with Jamie and now Gary, there was really almost no Ben at all. She wanted him to keep pulling at her heaving breasts, but she felt suddenly ashamed when she thought of Jamie's tormenting finger sliding in and out between Janie's shamelessly open legs. That could be Gary and me, she thought guiltily and wanted him to stop, but the obscene image of Jamie's finger tormenting Janie's hot aching cunt forced another burning ripple of excitement to sweep through her already uncontrollable body. Her thighs trembled with lust, but her mind now fought for her body, telling her that it was alright to stay just for a little while longer, just long enough to see the end of it ... that was all right: ..It had to be!

Confused, fogged and deranged by alcohol, drugs and the overpowering obscene rape before her, Margie stared back at the lust-crazed girl on the bed. She was screaming obsceneties at the sex-maddened man whose massive prick was buried deep in her aching wet cunt. As he thrust his jerking cock again and again into her pink clasping pussy, she yelled at him to fuck her harder and faster and shoot his rapist's cum deep into her swollen belly. She wanted to be fucked and humiliated in front of all the deranged spectators in the room. They were her audience, the observers of her final sexual downfall as she begged and pleaded, screaming at the lust-crazed madman to rip her shaking cunt apart with his gigantic prick. Margie, sweating and panting in rhythm with the deranged girl watched with masochistic horror, imagined herself on the bed in front of all the strangers. She could see the trickling beads of perspiration on the girl's quivering buttocks flowing into small rivers, raging down the widespread crevice of the ravaged girl's white glistening moans until they broke loase and spread like a flood across the abcks of her straining ivory thighs.

Margie squirmed on the black leather cushion in frustration, afraid that Gary knew what she was doing. Her temporary fear brought her halfway back to reality and she tried to cover his kneading hand as it pressed harder against her already aching breasts. Her nipples strained with frustrated desire, almost ready to burst from the pain and she wanted to cry out, but nothing would come but a stifled whimper. The full-rounded breasts heaved as she sighed with a defeating delight, then cautiously looked toward Jamie and Janie. She didn't want them to know that Gary was fondling her, but gasped in shock when she saw them, and knew that they didn't care what she and Gary were doing. Jamie was thrusting his skewering finger as fast as he could into her soft pink hair-lined pussy in a wild sexual frenzy, while Janie bucked her totally exposed hips obscenely, writhing and groaning with intense sexual pleasure, at the same time pulling his massive rigid cock from his trousers and masturbating the throbbing shaft with strong spasmodic strokes.

Margie turned away in horror and shifted her legs again, pressing the trembling flesh of her ivory thighs against her overgrown erect clitoris. Just as she moaned at the salacious pressure of her thighs, she felt Gary's hand slide to her knee and begin to trace a path toward the full firm flesh of her upper thigh. She had to stop him now, before it was too late! Quickly in desperation she dropped her hand to her trembling upper thigh and then set it firmly as a block against him. She was more afraid that Jamie and Janie might see her than she was to have Gary's hand slide up to the apex of her thighs. She wanted him to stop, but she didn't want him to stop! The drugs and the obscene spectacle on the bed had ordered her to let go of her inhibitions; but not in public, no, she just couldn't do it in public, not in front of Jamie or any one else.

But Gary wouldn't be stopped!

He removed his hand from beneath her sheer minidress and rested it in her lap for a short second. She tightened her desperately crossed legs, pressing again at her aching clitoris. As she involuntarily moaned, he moved his hot perspiring hand to the firm flesh of her flat belly and began kneading the resiliant muscles through the lightweight material of her sheer summer dress. While he insistandy teased her with his probing fingers, she squirmed against the black leather cushion and pressed her thighs together more tightly, knowing that she was destroying her resistance with every obscene move that she made. The hot black leather cushion served only to force the remains of her tight lace panties into her flooding pink cuntal lips and rub against her rigid clitoris. She clenched her tiny anus in desperation, but knew that it would do no good. She had passed the point of no return, but still she couldn't let him touch her here, not in front of all these people, not like the girl on the stage. He continued to torment her trembling soft pubic mound through the thin dress and could feel the dampness that flooded from her tightly clenched vagina. Her tight bikini panties were soaked in her hot flowing juices and she knew that he was completely aware of her excitement. It was wrong ... but it felt so good, oh damnn it, she cried to herself, no longer thinking about her husband or her blackmailer, but only about the insistant fingers that teased her mercilessly while she sat helpless in the booth. The fiery lips between her legs was clasping involuntarily at the fingers that teased its trembling softness from outside her dress, and she wanted to get away ... not to escape him, but to escape the crowd so they could be alone!

Still, though, she wanted him to think that she wouldn't go any farther. But she knew it was no use. Before she could breath an insistant "No!," he had slid his hand under her buttocks and had wormed his finger into her wet burning slit through her dress and straining panties, teasing and tormenting her flooding hair-trimmed crotch until she could do nothing but pant and moan at the ecstatic shocks of sexual electricity that blasted through her throbbing loins in a torrential fury. Her full red lips were parted in passive abandon as he began rubbing his teasing finger along the inside of the tight elastic band of her panties until it broke through the hot wet barrier and started to slide along the quivering pink crevice in long rhythmic strokes. Through her drugged haze she tried to squirm away from the probing agonizing finger, but it suddenly slid over the aching swollen clitoris and she wailed aloud with an uninhibited sexual abandon.

At last, at last! He had touched it and she had exploded like a breaking glass bulb, unable to control herself. His tortuous finger began moving rapidly back and forth across the rock hard clitoris from beneath her. She heard him whistle a low sensuous breath of appreciation and amazement at the gigantic size of her swollen clitoris and involuntarily spread her legs ... but she had to stop ... somehow she had to stop him now, before she humiliated herself in front of all these people....

Suddenly an ear-shattering wail screamed through the room.

Margie and Gary both jerked up to see the girl on the stage writhing in the final jerking spasms of orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side frantically as she screamed with volcanic relief and bucked her jerking hips back toward the lust-crazed madman who was shooting his white flowing sperm into her fiery clasping cunt. Margie watched in terror at the intensity of the helpless girl's climax. Like a wild animal she thrashed against the man's driving pelvis, screaming obscenities and ranting like a maniac. She could see the hot white sperm overflowing from the girl's throbbing cunt, rolling down her long trembling thighs as her orgasm lost its fury and she slowly rolled back and forth until the half deflated cock suddenly slipped out of her ravaged vagina with a slight sucking noise, releasing her from its grip and allowing her to fall forward completely unconscious.

Hypnotized by the girl's limp satiated body, Margie barely heard Gary tell her: "Let's go." And without any hesitation she got up and followed him out of the room, stepping over couples who were wildly making love in the aisles and even on the shaking tables. Stoned by the drug, she fought for her balance until they were out of the room and in a dark back hallway.

Up two flights of stairs in the dark, holding on to Gary's arm all the way, Margie suddenly found herself in a bedroom, illuminated only by a flashing neon sign from across the street. Dizzy, she easily fell into Gary's arms for support, then felt his large hands cup her round firm buttocks, pulling her tightly against him. It was over downstairs, but not in this bedroom, not for Margie Carney.

Desperately, all control gone, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to her full red lips, crushing him. His massive cock twitched eagerly beneath his trousers, pressing roughly against the smooth flat muscles of her stomach. It was like a dagger stabbing at her, and in the whirling vortex of drugs, alcohol, and stormy, obscene sexual excitement she wanted the tremendous prick to stab her until she lost consciousness like the girl downstairs on the stage.

"Take off your clothes," he panted.

"No, you do it," she answered softly and walked unsteadily to the bed. She wasn't being forced this time, yet she still didn't feel guilty about making love with a man who wasn't her husband. The hashish and marijuana had taken complete control of her mind and body. She was as much a slave to the drugs as she was to Jamie Barth. Now, though, she wanted this young. lean man to strip her and relieve the terrible torturous need that throbbed deep in her excited genitals.

She fell heavily onto the bed and felt him follow her quickly. She could hear his heavy uncontrolled breathing as he slid her dress over her head and expertly unfastened her bra. Her nipples, already hard, tightened at the salacious touch of the cool air and trembled as his eager hands easily slid her tight, sex-moistened panties down over her long smooth ivory thighs. As he stood up and began to remove his shirt, she sat up on the bed and wrapped her long slender arms around his thick, heavily-muscled thighs.

A complete slave to the demanding desires of her passion-wracked body, she hugged his thick legs tightly and felt the tremendous throbbing bulge of his rigid cock press against her flushed cheek. She pulled her head back and slid her hand up the coarse cloth of his pants until she grasped the pulsing prick, squeezing and testing it, praying somewhere deep in her loins that he would be enough for her, not like Ben.

Margie Carney was a woman on her own now. She felt no remorse at her faithlessness; the drugs had taken care of that. She had only a vague image of her husband, of Jamie, the tailpipe, the accident and prison. There was nothing in the world but the throbbing cock that she gently stroked with her hand ... a driving shaft that would relieve all the torment and emptiness in her life....

She squeezed the rigid spear again, the kissed it through the rough cloth, surprising herself. What have I become? she asked herself silently, thinking that she was the girl on the stage-bed. Nothing made sense to her drug-clouded, sex-maddened mind, but she no longer cared.

In a surrealistic haze she watched his hand slowly open the zipper and unclasp the metal hook at the top of his trousers.

Eager and curious, she pushed his hand away from the open zipper and reached for the imprisoned cock. Her whole body shuddered as she grasped it and pulled it free, watching his pants slide to his ankles as she felt her nipples twitch to the jiggling of her excited breasts.

It was hot, though, so hot, she wondered in amazement, then heard Gary moan above her. It was long and thick and hard ... and so hot.

She looked at it in the flashing red neon light, examining the purplish red tip while he panted, looking down at her childlike curiosity. There was nothing else for her now, nothing but the burning throbbing penis in her hand. The rock hard penis that would relieve the terrible ache in her tortured loins. :

She ran her inquisitive hand over the rubbery tip, seeing a man's penis for the first time up close ... she had seen Jamie's erection up close, but he had forced her, and that made a difference. Not Gary. No, he had been nice ... he had toyed with the tormenting bud of her overly sensitive clitoris, pulling and rubbing gently ... Gently she pulled at it, then started to apply a growing pressure with her tightly clenched fist. She wanted to see how hard it really was ... it felt so good, so strong....

When she finally squeezed it too hard, he reached for her wrist with a gentle pressure and made her release her increasing grip. Then slowly he guided her hand back and forth over the tight blood filled skin and she began stroking the throbbing hot cock by herself while he moaned softly above her, at the same time pushing his hips forward, putting the pulsating jerking tip only a few tantalizing inches from her peach textured skin.

The urgent panting of his passion grew rapidly until he suddenly reached down and pulled her softly stroking hand reluctantly from his aching cock, then ran his strong trembling fingers through her hair and tugged at her head, drawing her pouting red lips to the burning red tip of the swollen prick. Gently he bobbed her head forward, lightly bouncing her mouth off the rubbery purplish head, urging her to follow the obscene example. She could taste the almost salty white liquid that hung in a large single drop from the open red verticle slit and her mouth involuntarily opened as he pulled her forward one more time. The faithless young housewife heard him moan in sexual ecstasy as the rubbery head of his swollen cock slid easily into her open wet mouth, brushing against her straight white teeth. At first remembering her horrible oral experience with Jamie, she wanted to stop, to "cease the obscene sucking before she would regret it, but Gary ... Gary was different. Instead of choking her, raping her almost virginal mouth, he was gentle ... and he needed her full moist lips around his throbbing prick. The drug told her it was alright with Gary ... it was alright to suck as the warm fulfilling cock that probed her mouth, and slowly she began to bob her dazed head back and forth, filling her mouth with saliva to lubricate the pulsing cock as she started sucking gently at its rigid hardness.

While she sucked at the burning organ, trying to cool it and pull it deep into her throat, she could hear his ecstatic lust-incited groans panting through his open mouth. His hands pressed her head tighter towards him, but she moved backwards instead, taking the pulsing cock in both hands and began sucking and licking at the throbbing hot head, enveloping it with her lips and lapping at its dripping white juices with her hot moist tongue, reveling in its newness and turgid fires. It was so big, so hot, and full of life, and she wanted to suck forever, as if she had never done anything else in her entire life.

Whirling, tumbling through her mind were brightly colored images of the gigantic throbbing penis growing, expanding, then jerking back to its original size, only to grow and expand with newfound strength. She wanted to suck all of it, all of the thick massive shaft until it filled her hungry throat, then expelled its life-giving juices into her lust-incited body.

She heard him gasping uncontrollably for breath, panting like a deranged wounded animal. His hands pulled viciously at her long flowing red hair and she felt him clench the rippling muscles of his buttocks spastically as short grunts whispered hoarsly from his parted lips.

Suddenly he jerked forward again and again and she felt the massive prick jerking in her mouth, then realized that this was it ... he was cumming! She sucked voraciously at the burning liquid as it emptied deep into her hungry throat, filling her mouth to overflowing while she tried to gasp for breath and continue to suck at the orgiastic juices. Hot sticky fluids filled her sucking hot mouth and spilled over the edges of her lips, while she swallowed all of the life-giving sperm that she could take.

She felt him suddenly go limp as he stood above her and she realized that he had finished, but he hadn't satisfied her urgent burning need. Somehow, though, it seemed alright because she knew she had satisfied him, and that's what a woman's for.

There was a vague memory of her obscene fellatio, of her infidelity, but it was quickly blotted out by the burning torment from the hungry red furnace between her trembling white thighs. Her eyes clenched tightly shut, she began running her long slender fingers over her tortured flesh, toying a moment with her rigid pink nipples, then moving quickly to the downy apex of her thighs in an effort to satisfy her lust-crazed body's aching need.

As her excited fingers felt the raging heat from her hair-covered crotch, she suddenly sensed him kneeling on the floor between her widespread thighs. She felt the hot heavy rhythm of his breath on her ivory smooth thighs as his lips neared the trembling flesh, and kissed the full softness, snaking out with his tongue and tracing a quick eratic path along the quivering inner flesh of her straining thighs until she felt the hard wet tongue slide over her two fingers that rested on the soft silken pubic hair.

She shuddered with electric delight as his panting breath blanketed her pulsing pubic mound and she eagerly moved her fingers away to make room for the tittilating wet tongue.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned erratically as the tormenting tongue flashed out at the pink breathing slit and lapped at the burning wetness of her ruffled wet vaginal lips. It was fantastic! never before had she felt anything so electrifying, so soft, so exciting ... except her dream stranger ... the man who came in her dreams every night and licked at her in the safety of her own bed. Now it was real, a real happening!

She reached to pull his frantic tongue harder against the burning pink flesh of her quivering cunt and he responded by burying his head in her hair-covered crotch, his tortuous tongue searching for the tiny erect clitoris he had felt when he toyed with her yearning vagina in the club downstairs.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped aloud in the first shocks of erupting pleasure as she felt his tongue dart out and slap at the pulsing depths of her being. The tormented bud was throbbing crazily, fantastically out of control. Though almost never erect, it had always been capable of such a gigantic feeling, but never before had she felt anyone touch it so lasciviously, so obscenely with their lips and tongue. Now she experienced for the first time, the soul shattering ecstasy of full sexual delight.

The powerful drugs had Gary floating on a soaring trip as he sucked at the tiny quivering clitoris. God, she as wild, he thought frantically as he listened to her lust-maddened whimperings. He's never known a woman who got so turned on, and he'd never even imagined a woman with a clitoris that was so sensitive and lust inspiring. It jerked and throbbed like a miniature cock and he was excited even further by the obscene thought of tiny, living clitoris trying to fuck another woman.

His own thick massive prick had swollen again to its monstrous proportions and was aching to slide into the clasping wet entrance of her aching cunt. He lapped once more at the swollen clitoris, pushing at it with his bared teeth, then lifted his head crawled up onto the bed between her widespread thighs, pushing his knee against the hair-lined flesh of her now wildly quivering pussy.

He ground his knee against the trembling wet cunt and listened to her drug-induced moanings as she writhed against his knee's tortuous pressure. Goddamn, she's fucking wild! he thought through his lust-maddened mind, and slid back so that he lay on top of her, his rigid thick cock throbbing against the downy soft pubic hairs that covered her yearning unfulfilled genital opening.

Looking down at her in the flashing red neon light he could see her full-red mouth open and slack with desire. He leaned forward 'and suddenly crushed his lips over hers, sucking at her long red tongue lust like it was her lust-crazed clitoris, pulling it into his mouth and encircling it with his own hard wet lips.

Her full firm breasts quivered beneath him and her naked hips undulated slowly beneath the weight of his massive throbbing cock. With a sexual certainty, animal instinct, he slid his body into position for his final thrust, feeling the pulsing head of his jerking cock slide out over the fiery wet crevice that guided him to the clasping entrance of her hungry, burning cunt. Cautiously he pushed forward and the pulsing shaft slipped through the pink slippery crevice until it was suddenly almost sucked inside her smooth cuntal passage by the swallowing pink muscles of the tortured, unfulfilled entranceway.

"Aaaahhhhhh," they moaned in unison as the rigid cock slid easily into her clasping pussy, filling her with its lust-maddened hardness. The long jerking rod seemed to burn as he slowly, gently pushed in then out out of the well lubricated pink passage, building a grinding rhythm with her undulated hips as she rotated them lasciviously beneath him.

Margie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself upward, lifting her legs high and out wide at the same time, just as the girl had done on the stage-bed. She mewled incessantly with lustful delight as the stroking hard cock slid in and out of her open, upraised pussy and she involuntarily clenched the trap-like muscles of the pink wet flesh, clasping at the massive burning prick as it plunged again and again into her tortured, hair-covered cunt.

Oh man, he thought through his lust-maddened desire. She's so fucking tight, so wild, oh Goddamn!! He felt her wriggle against him, squeezing and releasing her long, straining thighs against his sides as he sank the jerking cock again and again into her fiery clasping cunt. Oh fuck! She was so fucking wild, so fucking stoned on pot ... like a goddamned wildcat ... an animal ... Oh fuck!

Crazed like a depraved maniac he increased the frantic tempo of his lust-maddened driving prick, at the same time grabbing both cheeks of her white, wildly undulating buttocks. She clenched her tiny hairless anus and her buttocks quivered with delight, as she felt his finger slide into the open white crevice and slip over the clasping tight elastic ring of her tiny red sphincter. Everything, every touch, every sound brought new and exciting ripples of tortuous sexual excitement to her fiery bucking body. Now this, now his finger against the almost virginal ring of her anus ... Oh God! She squirmed towards the probing finger, trying to grasp it with the frantically clenching sphincter. She was bouncing now on the bed in a wild abandoned sexual frenzy, and his finger found its forbidden target and pushed against the clenching red ring.

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" she whimpered as the finger wormed its way slowly into the soft hairless hole. Gasping and wailing in a whirling vortex of hallucinating drugs and lust-maddened excitement she felt the worming finger rotating in her buttocks while his rigid driving cock plunged deeper and harder in and out of her straining, wet clasping cunt.

He drove at her furiously, inceased by her animalistic cries of wanton passion until he could feel nothing but the pounding throbbing that raced through his thick aching cock.

Jerking and bucking, her soft white thighs seemed almost to fly out from around his waist and there fall limply and submissively beside him, flailing spastipally in an uncontrollable helpless passion. The tendons of her widespread crotch strained from beneath her skin as she stretched herself past her limits to suck more of the pounding cock deeper and ever deeper into her clasping pussy.

As she bounced on the tumbling bed in frantic sexual fight for climax, she threw her long arms around his neck and lifted her head up, viciously biting at her lower lip in an erotic effort to suck his phallic tongue deep into her panting throat.

Now his rhythm suddenly slowed, though the power of his brutal thrusts became almost unbearable to the lust-maddened girl's down covered pelvis. He was nearing his release, his excruciating climax, and she could sense his spasmodicly clenching buttocks and began to thrash her hips sideways in a cruel effort to pull his driving rock hard cock from his body and suck it deep into her fiery, tortured womb. She flexed the straining muscles of her buttocks against his kneading hands, clenching the tight elastic ring of her ravaged anus, pulling at the worming wet fingers as it probed the deep dark depth of her smooth rubbing rectum.

He grunted, fighting for release, then felt one hand slide from his neck, over his back and slip across his tight clenching anus. Too much! Christ she was too fucking much!

Through his lust-maddened mind he could hear her gasping in short mewling grunts of uncontrolled passion as the first throes of orgasm racked her body until the volcanic climax suddenly erupted in a blinding flash of thundering colors, shooting wild flashes of light through her tortured cuntal walls until finally she jerked her whole body spastically in a final bucking frenzy and screamed at the flooding tide of burning wet juices that shot through her wildly spewing belly.

She seemed to fall almost limp, but he continued thrusting his aching cock, knowing that it would burst at any second. He felt her holding tightly to his neck while her free hand still slapped at the clenching red ring of her anus, forcing him to drive even more viciously as the lust-maddened pressure in his balls began to erupt from its imprisonment.

"Oh you fucking cunt." he screamed at her as the white hot jets of sperm fled from his lust swollen balls and shot through the long seem of his massive thrusting cock in one final explosion of frenzied passion. He screamed in the erupting release as the fiery white juices spewed from the hard throbhing tip into the hot wet confines of her hair covered pussy until suddenly with a deep throated groan he fell on top of her with one final exhausted gasp, completely satisfied with the young faithless housewife who had fucked him almost unconscious.

For more than twenty minutes they had lain in silence on the bed beside each other. Margie's drug clouded mind tried to sort out the confused events of the night: where was she? Who was she with? And what did he do to make her feel so good? Her volcanic climax had left her limp and exhausted, yet she could still feel the smoldering fires of eroticism smoking deep in her loins. She had never known that sex could be so beautiful, and her drugged consciousness wondered if they could do it some more.

Suddenly her half-conscious thoughts were awakened by the creaking of bedsprings in the room. Slowly, suspiciously, she turned her head to see the vague sillouettes of two naked bodies on the other large bed in the room. Who? How did they get there, she asked herself frantically and looked toward Gary for the answers, but he was entranced, watching the other couple in their obscene position.

Somehow they had entered the room without Margie or Gary hearing them, and now they were ... Oh God! Through the flashing neon light she could see the sharp features of Jamie Barth kneeling between Janie's widespread thighs. She gasped in a mixture of horror and the re-kindling of sexual fires in her own loins as she watched Jamie running his moist red tongue over the soft sensual flesh of the girl, twirling small circles around her taut jutting nipples. He sucked eagerly at her heaving breasts, then quickly ran the salacious wet tongue down the length of her trembling torso to the downy blond hair that covered her silken pubic mound. Janie was moaning in erotic throes of pleasure as she pulled his head tighter against her open crotch in eager anticipation of the hard wet tongue's probings.

Margie bit her lower lip to keep from eying out at the lewd spectacle before, her and drew blood from the full, pouting lip. It had felt so good when Gary had put his tongue there, but it was so horrible to watch, so degrading. But no matter what she tried to tell herself, the young housewife knew that the obscene perversion she was watching could easily turn her drugged and sexually liberated body back into the wanton, obsessed creature that had just done the same to this stranger's rigid penis less than an hour ago.

Suddenly a dancing, flickering light caught the corner of her eye and she turned to see Gary lighting another pipefull of hashish and marajuana. My God, she thought, what is he doing? He was lighting the pipe and letting the depraved couple on the other bed know that they were in the room watching. Horrified at the thought of being discovered, she felt a sudden chill ripple through her abdomen, but when Gary handed her the lighted pipe, she eagerly dismissed her fears for the anticipated newfound joys of the stimulating drug and took a long deep drag, holding the heavy blue smoke down in her lungs for more than a minute. Gary took his turn, then Margie took another, inhaling more deeply until the ripe, spicey smoke was pounding at her brain again in perfect time with her heart-beat. She never took her glazed eyes from the couple on the bed, and now instead of being afraid of detection, she was eagerly watching, obsessed with the slow undulation of Janie's hips and the black touseled hair of Jamie's head as he rolled it slowly, deliberately between the girl's thighs.

Margie could see his fingers moving in salacious circles along the wet pink crevice -lined by her soft silken pubic hairs, working the girl into an already frenzied writhing beneath him. She looked like a human sacrifice in an ancient rite, laid out helpless on a stone slab at the mercy of a priest of the occult, Margie thought through the blanketing haze of hashish and marajuana that controlled her every fragmented train of thought. Exhaling another full cloud of the heavy blue smoke she watched Jamie suddenly turn on the bed and straddle the aroused girl's smooth flat belly and leaned forward; his back touseled head only an inch above the soft blond pubic hairs that protected the pink moistness of her ruffled vaginal lips. He expertly slipped his ravenous fingers into the downy fur and spread the supple pink lips exposing the tiny erect bud of Janie's clitoris. Margie gasped at the sight in the flashing neon light, and felt her own excitement again pulsing in the moist slit between her long ivory thighs.

Quickly Jamie lowered his head and buried it in the silken blond pubic hair, nuzzling his long nose into the open passage of her quivering vagina and snaking out his long hard tongue against the excited red bud. Janie shuddered with ecstatic delight as blistering electric shocks shot through her body and lifted her legs in response, wrapping her straining thighs around his head. Holding the tormenting tongue and nose imprisoned between her tightly flexed thighs, she started to roll her trembling hips in an erotic savage rhythm with the lapping tongue. She moaned softly, then louder as the red wet tongue lapped at the swollen bud and then twisted her sensuous body upward as her groanings reached the pitch of a mournful wail.

Margie moaned at the same time Janie wailed, taking part in the tortuous pleasure with a vicarious thrill shuddering through her body. She was a part of them, enrapture by the flicking tongue as it raced through her imagination and snaked along the rising erection of her own clitoris, tormenting her as much as it did the sex-crazed girl on the bed.

Margie nodded her drug filled head in time with the writhing girl on the bed, and rolled gently back and forth with the imagined tongue licking voraciously at her own moistened vagina. She felt Gary slide closer to her on the bed and slip his arm around her round soft shoulder to begin kneading the soft pliant flesh of her large heaving breasts. She squirmed backward against him, clenching her buttocks against the raw rigid flesh of his excited penis pressing into the trembing folds of her quivering white orbs. It was hard again, she thought with a wicked grin on her lust-contorted face and wriggled closer to the thick throbbing head, feeling it slide along the damp, sweat soaked crevice between the cheeks of her clenching buttocks and jerk lightly at the hairless elastic ring of her puckering anus.

How strange, how weird that she was here, naked on a bed with one man, and watching another couple enraptured in an obscene position on the other bed only a few short feet away. Was it the drugs, or the alcohol, or the screaming need of her masochistic guilt that had brought her here? But no answers came to the faithless young housewife ... only the lust-incited intensity of the obscenity that she was taking part in, unable to find any conscience to control herself.

Gary's confident strong hands pulled at her trembling torso and guided her to her stomache where she lay for a moment spread-eagled on the bed. Then at his urging, she raised herself to all fours and felt the lascivious hands clutch at her free-hanging, breasts that swayed sensously beneath her. Her tiny nipples were already red and erect, but he pulled at them in tiny circles and brought them to an even more aroused hardness. She felt the intensified tingling that she had only discovered a few days before, but watching the other sex-maddened couple made the ripples of pleasure more electrifying than ever, aroused and racing through every shattering nerve in her drugged body.

Margie watched hypnotized by the obscene, erotic spectacle on the other bed, her upraised tender white buttocks pushing back towards Gary as he knelt up behind her. Jamie lifted his lust-maddened head and was slithering his red wet tongue over every tortured inch of Janie's trembling body, slowly only to give her tender, erode places more attention. As the girl whimpered with lascivious delight Margie could plainly see Jamie's thick, rod-hard prick jutting out from his body. She'd seen it before, even sucked it before, but now the rigid shaft looked even larger than she had imagined. She bit her lip as the throbbing red cock hovered for a moment over the sex-crazed girl's moist clasping vagina. God, he was going to drive it into her just like he had done to Margie a few nights ago, she thought, terrified and at the same time excited even further by the thought of Jamie's cock riding in and out of her fiery vagina in a deliberate wanton passion Margie sighed with disappointment when he moved the pulsing rubbery head away from the pink hair-line lips and crawled forward until he straddled the panting girl's breast his twitching cock hovering only scant inches from her full red lips. Quickly as he straddled her, an obscene grin on his face, he reached behind his back and slid a thick finger deep into the girl's wet, naked vagina. Janie wailed with delight and squirmed her curvaceous hips to suck more of the intruding finger deeper, its lewd hardness skewering the smooth wetness of her cuntal walls, driving her almost insane with passion.

Margie watched as the girl suddenly squealed in pain as Jamie's knees pushed down on her pinioned arms.

She squirmed for a moment, unable to control her passion incited by the skewering finger, and unable to escape the pain of his imprisoning knees. She thrashed her head back and forth, but stopped when she saw his free hand grasp the fat thickness of his throbbing cock and wave it obscenely in front of her red full, parted lips. Eagerly she lapped out with her burning red tongue at the white drops of liquid on the rubbery tip, licking the warm white semen from the purplish vertical slit. But as she reached for the delicious throbbing prick with her mouth, he pulled it up and back, just out of her reach. Tears formed in her sex-crazed eyes as she strained to envelope the massive cock with her full, wet lips, unable to reach it as he pulled it far enough away to tease her aroused passions almost to the breaking point.

Margie gasped and whimpered for Janie's helplessness as she listened to Jamie's all-too-familiar obscene giggle. Her whole body trembled helplessly as she watched the tortuous teasing, then suddenly felt a rapturous shudder shake her smooth flat belly as Gary's sweating hands left the quivering moons of her jiggling breasts and slid salaciously over her taut muscles belly and slipping through the soft red silken hairs of her pubic mound and over the moist quivering lips of her aching vagina. She jerked her white, rounded buttocks and shivered eagerly as the tantalizing finger slid over the over-wrought bud of her impassioned clitoris. A mewling cry of pleasure sprang from her lips as the titillating finger rubbed the oversexed pink bundle of nerves making her shake her buttocks almost frantically at the erotic teasing. She could feel his massive rock-hard penis pressing into the quivering folds of the perspiring crevice between the two swaying white orbs while she rested on her hands and knees, still unable to take her gaze from the frenzied girl on the other bed. Involuntarily she shuffled her quivering buttocks back toward the pressing rubbery shaft, still jiggling from the urgings of her lust-crazed clitoris.

Gary pushed forward and she followed his rhythm, the same obscene rhythm that Jamie's finger was fucking ravenously with into Janie's helplless hair-lined cunt with.

Margie gasped in mock pain as she saw Jamie suddenly grab the lust-crazed girl by her long blonde hair, pull her viciously toward him, then thrust his throbbing jerking cock into her open screaming mouth. Margie feet a trickle of warm moist blood as she bit her lip in sympathy for the tortured girl, watching the ramming thick cock slid into her mouth making her gurgle with a loud choking sound trying to fight the intrusion. Margie watched fearfully, then was amazed when Janie suddenly gained control of herself and began to suck eagerly at the twitching prick buried in her wide stretched mouth, straining to pull as much of the fiery rock-hard penis into her throat as she could.

Jamie, a lewd sadistic grin on his lust-contorted face, rose to his knees and began thrusting his massive cock into the girl's hungry sucking mouth while he still pummeled her slippery hot loins with his ravaging finger. His thrusting began bouncing the bed in a frantic fury, buffeting the girl as she tried to suck voraciously at his jerking cock and still keep his rasping finger ramming in and out of her open hair-covered vagina. Margie could hardly believe her eyes as the masochistic girl rended in her humiliating position and obvious searing pain, sucking her full red lips around the purplish rubbery head and it appeared and disappeared obscenely into her mouth. Margie gasped at the animal-like sounds moaning from the girl's cock-filled throat, lusty and raw as they gurgled in a muffled masochistic delight from her sucking mouth. She was so wild, so crazy with lust and Margie suddenly found herself wanting to trade places with the tortured girl and suck at the punishing massive prick while his fingers raped her own wet hair-lined pussy.

Gary, kneeling obscenely behind her was panting like a dog in heat, ready to mount his bitch and fuck her with all his animal strength. His throbbing cock had grown to even larger rock-hard proportions as he watched the lust-crazed couple on the other bed, and it strained against its tight stretched skin, aching for Margie's smooth burning pussy to envelope it rubbery throbbing head and ease the burning erotic passion that possessed him.

"Now," he panted in her ear, his jerking cock sliding up and down in rhythm with his hips as he pressed it along the moist pink ruffled lips of her flooding vagina.

"N-no," she heard hrself pleading, not wanting him to stop, but only to take it slow and easy so that she could last so much longer. "Please, wait...."

"Wait like hell," he hissed at her through his tightly clenched teeth. "I'll fuck you any time I feel like it and that fucking time is NOW!"

She gasped at his obscene words and commanding tone. Maybe that's how all women really liked to be treated, she wondered through the hued haze of her massively drugged mind. Maybe they all want men to be rough ... treat a whore like a lady and a lady like a whore ... the familiar words whispered in the foggy back of her mind. Maybe she was a whore ... maybe not. It didn't seem to matter. All she cared about was the lewd perversion before her eyes, and the jerking hot cock that twitched behind her quivering upraised buttocks.

Suddenly she felt him release the probing pressure against her trembling behind and a void seemed to come between them. She stayed on all fours, watching Jamie and Janie, still waving her quivering white buttocks behind her in full view of Gary's lust-crazed eyes. It was too much for him, too delicious an invitation and he suddenly dropped his head behind her, his tongue thrust out between his perspiring lips and he licked the wide open crevice with his hard red tongue, running down the entire length to the hair covered lips of her open vagina, then back up until the lascivious tongue flicked over the clenching elastic ring of her tiny hairless anus.

"Aaahhhh!" she wailed ecstatically at the electrifying tongue and jerked the full rounded orbs of her jiggling buttocks. She gasped again as the lewd tormenting tongue licked its way obscenely back down the open pink crevice to the ruffled hair-lined lips of her flooding pussy, enveloping her entire exposed trembling backside in a savage palpatating shock of undiscovered desire. Panting in ecstatic disbelief she remembered her dream stranger licking her flooding loins, then the lustful cunnilingus Gary had performed on her not more than an hour ago, but nothing was like this. None of the obscene perverted acts she had committed or watched could match the intense rippling waves of passion that rocked her body in a lewd primitive rhythm of uncontrollable desire.

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" she gasped feeling a rising tide of orgasm building deep in her quivering abdomen. But Gary sensed her coming climax and ceased his tormenting tongue slithering it up along the open pink crevice the ivory cheeks of her widespread buttocks until left the exciteable area and climbed back up on her back.

Mounted like a bitch in heat she felt the throbbing rubbery head of his pulsing cock press against the clasping lips of her fiery open loins.

But something was wrong! It was too big ... much bigger than before ... how could it have grown so much?

The obscene depravity of the couple fucking on the other bed had excited Gary beyond any heights he had ever imagined and his already massive prick had expanded to almost half again its erect size, giving it the proportions of a tremendous cudgel that could easily rip a woman apart.

Though her long trembling thighs were stretched to their furthest limits, Margie knew that she wasn't big enough for the thick pulsating cock. He would split her with his massive penis, break her open! No, she'd had too much already and trembled at the aching soreness deep in the dark damp confines of her smooth quivering cunt. She had tried, she really had, but it was no use. She couldn't spread the aching wet entrance any further. She just couldn't!

Suddenly she started to fall to one side and then realized that he had grabbed one of her supporting arms with his rough strong hand and had pulled her slender fingers back to grasp the rubbery head of the immense twitching cock. He wanted her to put it in her! It would be like a suicide, impaling herself wkh his throbbing weapon....

"Now!" he hissed in a single breath.

"Ooooh, god!" she moaned fearfully, terrified of the massive jerking prick, but more afraid of what he might do to her if she disobeyed. But there was no choice, and she grasped the throbbing organ with her free hand. Oh God, she whimpered silently. Her fingers barely fit around it, and yet he wanted to plunge that huge thing into her tight vagina.

Terrified tears flooded her eyes as she positioned the huge pulsing prick at the tender pink entrance to her hair-lined cunt. There, it was done. Now it was up to him, she thought in her tears and felt him probe forward with the tremendous tool, wedging its way into the tight elastic entrance. His hips worked slowly back and forth in a careful effort to gain a foothold in the clenching wet pussy. Then, slowly at first, he pushed forward and with a single grunting thrust he sunk half of the throbbing cock into her slippery burning vagina, making her squirm fitfully at the painful intrusion.

"Aaarrgghhh!" she groaned through her contorted lips. Like a scampering animal she tried to crawl forward and then to the side to escape the searing pain that racked her entire abdomen from the wide-stretched entrance of her smooth walled vagina to the deepest depths of her quivering belly. But her squirming body only excited him further and with one more brutal thrust he shoved the rest of the blunt burning spear into her ravaged cavern, impaling her to the hilt. Her cuntal walls were about to burst from the tremendous stretching of the oversized cock and she lifted her head almost blindly to look across the small room at the other bed.

In the vague flashing neon light she could see the full red lips of Janie's sucking mouth pulling and gasping at Jamie's driving cock as he thrust it again and again into the hot sucking orifice. Margie listened through her pain to Jamie's obscene commands down at the girl beneath him and saw the small blonde girl bucking her head in rhythm with his thrusting pelvis. Both of her hands had reached around his slim driving hips and grabbed the clenching cheeks of his buttocks, pulling his plunging cock frantically into her gaping mouth while his swollen testicles slapped at the soft white skin beneath her skin. White sticky semen leaked from the corners of the depraved girl's mouth, running down her cheeks and falling in small droplets on her dancing breasts. But the obscerte act did nothing but excite Margie further to greater depths of depravity as the lust-craze girl sucked harder and harder at the intruding cock.

Gary pushed behind his impaled skin, sinking his oversized straining prick rhythmically into Margie's softening wet pussy. Suddenly she realized that the pain was gone and she was feeling the beginning of the rocking ripples of masochistic pleasure that had shattered her senses the night that Jamie had raped her tiny virgin anus. Janie liked it ... Margie could see through her drug dazed eyes ... so why shouldn't she like it too? Why shouldn't she enjoy the electric ripplings of pleasure that wanted release from the hidden corners of her body? She was only human ... yes she was only human!

In answer to her lust clouded questions, Margie began to rock the white orbs of her jiggling buttocks in small circles, whimpering, "Yes ... yes ... oh yes...!"

Now in complete control of the sex-crazed young housewife, Gary increased his fevered thrusting, lunging even harder against the perspiring moons of her swaying buttocks. He was driving her like a dog, like a slave and he enjoyed it. He was the master and she the servant, completely subjugated to his obscene commands. His strong hands pulled at his writhing hips, controlling their undulations as he plundered her upraised vagina with his bludgeoning cock.

His fingers dug into her soft trembling thighs making her squeal in masochistic pain and pleasure as she fought to capture the elusive blinding climax that he was building deep in the confines of her soft moist pussy.

He lifted his head back and looked downward over the quivering moons of her swaying buttocks to see his massive pulsing prick sliding in andout of the tight hair-lined oriface, pulling the wet pink flesh of her cuntal lips out as he withdrew, then pushing it back into the fiery entranceway as he lunged forward. He clenched his teeth and with one smashing thrust drove the massive straining cock as far into her wet clasping cunt as he could force it. The rubbery head, burning with excited desire and the needle-like sensations of masochistic pain, struck against the hard core of her untouched cervix and forced a mewling gasp from her open, panting lips. He knew that no other cock had ever touched the deepest ends of her aching young cunt before, and began to swivle his hips, rotating the engorged head of his massive throbbing prick deep inside along her untouched cuntal walls. He groaned with sadistic delight as her vaginal muscles began to clench and unclench in a lewd rhythm, milking the burning desire from the massive head of his thick rotating prick.

Margie rolled her eyes in oblivious rapture as the gigantic cudgel pummeled and rasped the walls of her tortured vagina. She swayed her jiggling ivory buttocks and spread her quivering thighs wider to allow more room for the deep penetrating cock. She wanted him to spear her with the huge jerking cock, to punish her again for her infidelity, for her crime and for the intense lascivious pleasure she was getting from his ravaging of her helpless genitals. Pleasure! Pleasure! She couldn't escape from the tight confining reins of sexual pleasure that held her prisoner at every turn. She could feel his swollen testicles slapping against her quivering buttocks in a lewd obscene rhythm with his driving fiery weapon, and sensed the curly hairs that surrounded the thick base massive prick as he slammed against the exposed edges of her pink ruffled vaginal lips. Panting in tune with the obscene rhythm she dropped her head to the pillow and let her arms flail helplessly at her sides and squirmed her firm flush breasts against the bed, squashing them viciously in an eager effort to fuel the burning fire in her taut red nipples. She could feel the engorged head of the great rotating cock pushing against her virginal cervix with an exciting rippling sensation she had never before encountered. There was no more pain, no more humiliation from the taunting Jamie ... only the exciting young stranger she had met only two hours before slamming his throbbing penis with unconrolled lust deep into the scretive burning confines of her rippling hair -lined pussy. He was her master, tearing at her insides and making her want it! She loved the roaring torrents of lust and passion that raped every nerve in her writhing body!

Margie half turned her gaze to Jamie laviviously sucking at Jamie's driving rigid cock like a savage beast. She could see massive shape disappear almost completely into the girl's throat, seeming to choke her, but only fueling the raging fire that flamed with in her, making her groan and moan with ecstasy as she sucked for the life-giving juices that pushed at the constricting barriers in his lapping, swollen balls.

Maargie knew he was going to cum in the girl's mouth and fill her red flushed cheeks with fiery hot sperm until she could take no more. Margie vaguely remembered that she had earlier swallowed Gary's hot juices ... but that was somehow different.

Then like a lust-crazed wild man, Jamie screamed and pulled his jerking cock from the girl's voracious mouth and began spewing jets of burning sperm from the throbbing red head into the girl's open gaping mouth three inches away. Janie gulped and swallowed the fiery juices as they spewed through the air and into the dark wet cavern of her sucking mouth. She wanted every drop of the life-giving cum to slide down the burning passage of her spastically contracting throat, and reached out with her hand to hold the spitting organ still to direct the flow of burning sperm that shot into her mouth. God how awful, how depraved Margie thought hazily as she watched the lust-crazed girl lean forward and begin licking the last drops from the jerking end of the still-pulsing red cock, running her tongue along the quivering fullness of her lower lip to sip the last remnants of her depraved act and swallow it voraciously.

Watching Janie lapping the last of the sticky fluids from the deflating cock, Margie suddenly felt Gary pulling more desperately at her quivering buttocks in an insane effort to drive his thrusting long cock deeper into her clasping wet pussy. Furiously she squirmed back toward him, screwing her swaying buttocks against the curled hairs covering his ramming groin and giggling with delight at her wickedness. His swollen balls slapped and ground against the pink crevice between the white moons of her trembling buttocks and pressed against the tight hairless entrance to her clenching red anus, making her shudder and mew with delight at the slapping swollen flesh.

Now there was no more Jamie and Janie, no Ben, no auto-accident, no nothing but the driving cock that rammed viciously into her clasping fiery cunt sending torrents of blinding light through her drugged stained, lust-filled brain.

"Ahhh," she moaned. "Fuck me harder, oh God yes, Fuck me harder!!" the wailing girl screamed almost incoherently. The waves of passion had rising to the top of the dam and were about to erupt in a blinding exploding orgasm of electric shock and blinding light. The flames were burning down the last wall of resistance to her climax, making her jerk and twist spastically, flailing her arms in a wild frenzy of passion.

"Yeah, Gary baby, fuck her harder," Margie suddenly heard Jamie's harsh sadistic voice sneer through her drugged haze. "Give the hot little cunt all that big fucking cock of yours. Her husband can't do it so somebody's got to."

"You sure she's married to someone else, Jamie," Margie heard Janie ask in a deep heavy voice.

"Sure baby," Jamie answered. "Her husband is some hot-shot detective, but he don't give a shit who his little wife fucks," he laughed.

Vaguely Margie tried to listen to the obscene voices and their continual jeering, but the drugs and the slamming cock were too much for her. She was ready to cum now, to release all the terrible tensions that had built up over the last seven empty years. Rolling like a gigantic tidal wave, the first fiery eruption of her volcanic orgasm lifted her writhing body highger and she bucked backwards with her jerking buttocks to meet the final onslaught of Gary's massive throbbing prick. She was dimly aware of the torrents of sperm that shot deep into her claspiing hair-lined pussy as every muscle in her tortured body raged with a blinding flash of flaming orgiastic rhythm, jerking her body savagely time and time again, until with the last rippling twitch of her muscles she blacked out, satisfied, exhausted and only vaguely aware of the terrible infidenlity that was becoming a merciless habit with her.

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