Chapter 4
Jean took another sip of her strong gin and tonic, and lit another cigarette. She knew that during the last few days, she had been drinking too much and smoking too many cigarettes, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't know how she'd have gotten through the long endless hours otherwise. And with Tom working overtime so much lately, the days were doubly long. She didn't even get her usual satisfaction from making the house neat and tidy; in fact, she couldn't seem to settle on anything. Countless times during the day and lonely evening she'd open a book or a magazine or turn on the television, and then after five minutes, she'd have forgotten all about whatever it was, and would be staring into space .. . thinking about Randy Webb. Their sandy-haired gardener even invaded her dreams, appearing in different and terrifying forms to taunt her and make love to her! It was five days since that terrible Sunday Five long unbearable days in which to torment herself, to torture her guilt-ridden brain with self-loathing, to blame herself for what had happened. She had told herself, over and over again, that it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't help what happened, that Randy had forced her to submit to him, in her own bedroom, but she couldn't forget how she had enjoyed it, how she had ended up by sobbing out the most fulfilling orgasm she'd ever had. She just couldn't banish from her remorse-stricken brain the image of her own nakedly sweat-filled body fucking back in vital abandon under Randy's deep hard thrusts.
Her own shrill cries of orgasm still sounded eerily in her ears, and she could feel the spasms of pleasure which had surged through when she had climaxed. She couldn't make herself believe that it was anything but her own fault. After all, she had acted in a reasonable way at the time, if she had calmly told the boy he couldn't have any beer, if she had only been firm with him, then none of this would have happened. If she had even confessed to her husband that night when he'd come home, things might have worked out all right. But now she just couldn't tell him! The whole business had gone too far. It wouId help so much to be able to tell someone about it, but there was nobody. If she unburdened herself to Tom at this late stage, confessed everything, she'd still have to tell him about her reaction to the horrible assault on her body. She'd have to tell her husband that she'd enjoyed, to the extent of reaching a thrilling climax, the brutal rape by a liquor-sodden young teenager! Her cheeks burned as she thought of his reaction, of what he would think of her. And whatever terrible things he'd think about her, he'd be justified! That was the worst thing of all. She tried to channel her thoughts into more productive lines, tried to think of what her next step would be. And yet she dreaded looking into the future.
There were so many possibilities - each one worse than the one before. The best thing, she knew, would be to forget about the whole thing, chalk it off as a bad experience, forget it ever happened. But she couldn't. She knew deep in her heart that she couldn't. The act had left an indelible mark on her psyche, and she knew she'd always remember it. But there was more to it than that. She couldn't deny that for the first time in her life, she had been totally and absolutely aroused by sex! That was the plain truth, and she had to face it, sooner or later, no matter what the implications were. No matter what kind of a woman it proved her to be. What if I never see Randy again? That was the question she asked herself over and over. If he never appeared in her life again, then in a way her problems would be solved. There would be no fear of the same thing happening a second time, no chance of Tom finding out. The painfull memory would be just that, obliterated with time. But could she live the rest of her life without experiencing that incredibly arousing feeling of climaxing fully and simultaneously with a man?
Could she?
"I don't know! I don't know!" she sobbed suddenly, burying her face in her hands. It was too much for her. She just couldn't face it alone. If only there were someone she could confide in . ..
She finished her drink and then stood up and turned towards the kitchen, determined to fix herself another one. She didn't care if she was having too many drinks - she needed them in order to get through the long lonely evening ahead, and to shield her from her terrifyingly incriminating thoughts. She felt a little woozy when she stood up and knew that the gin was making her dizzy. But I'll be all right when I have another one, she told herself, moving falteringly towards the kitchen.
"Mrs. Lincoln!"
Jean's head jerked up and her eyes widened in horror and surprise, mingled with disbelief when she saw the figure standing in the screened doorway.
"Randy!" she whispered, trembling from a mixture of dread and gladness.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I brought my brother, Larry, along," the grinning teenager smiled, gesturing to a short, stocky dark-haired boy standing beside him. "Well, we're half brothers really." Jean figured that the boy, Larry, was probably the younger of the two, though it was hard to tell. He was a little shorter, but not by much, and his face was almost as mature as his brother's. It did have a little more youthful look of freshness and innocence about it, but not much, and involuntarily Jean felt a shiver ripple through her. But she forced herself to be calm, because it was obvious that Randy was in a friendly and conciliatory mood and was acting as if nothing happened last Sunday between them.
"Why don't you guys sit in the living room and I'll bring in some Cokes," Jean suggested, suddenly feeling much better. Now at least I won't be alone for the evening, she told herself. She felt almost happy as she brought a few bottles and some potato chips to the living room, and rationalized that what happened last Sunday was on account of Randy's being drunk from the beer. But a little Coke surely won't hurt, she smiled to herself.
The two boys accepted the Coke with alacrity and Jean herself had one, too, instead of another gin and tonic. She felt happier than she had in days, sitting with the two handsome teenagers, sipping Coke and munching chips, and joining in with their conversation. Not that they were talking a lot; in fact, what they said was mostly in the nature of a private joke between them, but Jean didn't feel left out. It was enough that they had called on her and were now in her living room. Gradually, her worries about what had happened last Sunday faded. It was all a terrible mistake, something that wouldn't happen again, and she was right not to tell Tom about it.
She was busy talking to Larry Webb about something or other, and didn't even notice when Randy got up and disappeared into the kitchen. In fact, she was feeling more than a little light-headed from all the gin she'd already consumed. But when Randy came back from the kitchen carrying a six-pack of beer, Jean did notice, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Ummm ... I'd rather you boys didn't have any of that, Randy," she hesitatantly said, trying but not succeeding in forcing some authority into her voice.
"Hey, did you hear that, Larry?" Randy said, opening a can and handing it to his brother.
"What's that?" Larry answered, taking a deep swallow.
"She called us 'boys'!" Randy laughed.
"Yeah, I bet she thinks we're just a couple of kids, eh?"
"Not after what I gave her on Sunday, isn't that right, Mrs. Lincoln?" Randy leered, his voice suddenly ugly.
Jean froze, her mouth going dry. Her heart was beating so loud that she was sure they must hear, but she didn't say anything. She wanted to gather her thoughts, to say something that wouldn't upset them, yet at the same time pass over the incident lightly if she could. But she was having difficulty thinking; her brain didn't seem to function properly; even the two figures still seated on the couch seemed to swim before her.
"Now, Randy, let's forget about that, okay? You know it was all a mistake ..." The words spilled from her in a brittle voice, and they weren't what she intended to say at all.
"Forget about it? No sir, I'm not going to forget that I fucked you, and you're not going to, either!"
"Please, Randy, be a good boy and - " "I'm sick and tired of you calling me a boy!" Randy stormed, coming towards her menacingly. "I thought I proved to you once and for all that I'm no boy!"
"Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination? She doesn't look too friendly to me!" Larry jeered, sneering at his brother.
Randy turned pale, and Jean could see his hands doubling into fists. She was afraid that the two teenagers were going to have a fight and she stifled a gasp of fear as Randy whirled around to face his brother.
"Are you calling me a liar?" he raged furiously.
"No, I'm not," Larry said, his voice less confident, obviously intimidated by Randy. "But you promised me a free show, and it doesn't look to me as if she's going to put out. We're just wasting time, when we could be with Freda. You know she always comes across!"
Jean listened to this exchange, a fiery blush reddening her face. What had Randy been saying? Had he told his brother about how he had made love to her?
"Randy, w-what does your brother mean?" she finally gasped. She just had to know for sure just what Randy said.
"You mean about Freda? She's a real wild cookie we know who always - "
"No, what did he mean by a "free show"?"
"Oh, that!" Randy replied nonchalantly, "Well, I just mentioned that he could hang around while we were fucking! You know, add to the fun!"
"Oh God!" Jean couldn't help gasping. She just couldn't believe it. It was impossible that the brazen sixteen year old had actually planned to have his brother come to watch ... casually assuming that he could make love to her again! It was just too much to take!
"Randy, I think it's time you left, right now!" she said in as cold a voice as possible, desperately trying to keep the tone even, afraid of betraying her underlying fear. If she showed them any vulnerability, they'd take advantage of it. It was better to coldly command them, frighten them with authority.
"Hey, not so fast, honey," Randy drawled, "the night's still young."
"I said, leave or I'll call the police!" she said again, willing them to obey.
"The police! Did you hear that, Randy? She'll call the police!" Larry laughed mirthfully.
"W-what's so funny about that?" the older woman faltered, feeling herself to be rapidly losing ground, as neither of the teenagers made a move to go.
"Picture how it will look to the cops, Mrs. Lincoln," Randy laughed. "You complain about us, but here we are, drinking your beer and eating your potato chips. Anybody can see we've been here quite awhile - why get excited now?"
He was right. It would be incongruous to report that she was being threatened when the evidence pointed to her being very friendly with the youths. She was trapped!
"My husband will be home soon ... he won't like it if he sees you two here!" she said feebly, hoping that her ruse would work.
"Don't' give me that!" Randy snapped, looming closer to her. "You know as well as I do that he won't be home till well after eleven, like every other night of this week!"
"H-how did you know?" Jean said miserably, hope dying inside her. She played desperately for time, hoping to sidetrack the two teenagers.
"Never you mind, honey," the older brother laughed, suddenly reaching for her, and before she had time to move he was kissing her, holding her head back by tugging on her hair, his slippery tongue darting wetly between her teeth and probing lewdly at hers. She tried to struggle, to release herself from his hold, but he was too strong. Tears sprung to her eyes at the helplessness of her position and she wished the ground would open and swallow her. It was more than she could take. What a fool she'd been, being friendly to them! She might have known what they wanted! At last, she felt his arms slacken around her and she jerked her head away.
"How did you like - " Randy began but his leering question was cut off by the resounding slap of Jean's hand against his cheek. For a moment he stood as though turned to stone, staring at her, unable to believe that she had really struck him.
"Wow! A real firebrand!" Larry laughed from his position on the sofa. His brother's mocking taunt, however, galvanized Randy into action, and with pent-up rage, fortified by youthful strength, he grabbed the cowering woman and flung her violently, sending her hurtling half-way across the room, making her sprawl clumsily on the carpeted floor.
Before she could move, he was by her side, his hands tearing at her clothes, his teeth gnashing in fury.
"I'll teach you, you goddamn bitch! I'll show you!" he snarled as he tore the material of her blouse, revealing the fragile pink lace of her brassiere. With one angry tug he yanked the flimsy piece of cloth away, freeing She satin-fleshed mounds of her quivering breasts. Instinctively, Jean wrapped her arms around herself in a protective gesture, but it was futile. Still enraged, Randy continued to pull at her clothes, tearing away her skirt, until she was cringing there, clad only in a pair of brief panties. The crazed youth stood glowering over her, his eyes racing wildly over the erotically voluptuous curves of her silky soft body, excited by the sight of her tremblingly naked flesh, his anger accentuated by his mounting passion.
"Now, baby, what have you got to say for yourself?" he hissed, nudging her slightly with his knee. His casual, disrespectful gesture filled Jean with loathing and kindled the spark of rebellion lurking inside her.
"Keep away from me, you filthy animal," the angered housewife screamed, her eyes flashing, her chin raised in defiance as she leaned up on her elbows. There was a moment's terrible silence.
"You're not going to let her get away with that. are you, Randy? She called you an animal! An animal! You heard her!" Larry said, breaking the heavy silence, his dark eyes sadistic and cruel.
"Goddamn right I'm not!" Randy growled, moving closer to Jean's cowering form. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson she'll never forget!"
Jean cringed from his threatening words, and a cold shiver of fear iced through her. Every spark of hope died inside her. There was nothing to save her now. She had thrown away whatever chance of conciliation she had by her last words.
She was at their mercy now. There was nothing she could do but submit to whatever they had in mind, otherwise there was no telling what they'd do!
She jerked backed involuntarily when she felt Randy's hand on her shoulder and he did not miss her movement of revulsion. His fingers tightened like claws on the soft flesh and he yanked her to the side, sprawling her face downwards on the floor. His hands ran lewdly over her soft naked body, and she tried to stop herself from shuddering under his touch. The huge fangs of fear snapped at her and threatened to devour her completely, and desperately she clung to the last shreds of reason that still remained to her.
"Please, Randy ... let's talk it over," she began piteously, "I didn't mean ..."
"Shut up!" he snarled, breaking in on her sobbing words, "you've had your say!"
"Oh Randy, I'm sorry ..." she continued hoping to make him change his mind by appealing to him.
"I don't want to hear another word from you!" he growled, his hand tangling cruelly in her hair and forcing her face against the rug cutting off her breath. For a moment she struggled, desperately fighting for survival knowing that he had won again. She'd do as he said, because she had no choice! He was stronger than she, and so held the upper hand. She had to submit!
Dimly, she was aware of Randy's hands on her hips, easing down her panties, baring the softly quivering cheeks of her smooth buttocks. "Man, what a tight little ass!" Randy's brother whispered suddenly, and Jean knew that he was staring at her naked body, kneeling only a few feet away.
"Yeah, it sure is!" Randy agreed, his hands kneading the softly flaccid flesh, pulling the tanned and ovalled mounds painfully apart revealing the dark crevice nestled invitingly between them. She squirmed under his obscene clawing, his fingers like steel needles in her soft flesh, and she thought she would die from the pain shooting through her from his merciless straining of her unprotected ass-cheeks. "What're you going to do man?" Larry hissed excitedly, his eyes staring out of his head at the sight of the beautiful young wife stretched out naked on the rug in front of him. "Just wait and see!" Randy laughed, suddenly tightening his grip on her hips and levering her upwards, forcing her to balance herself on her knees. She remained there for a moment, on all fours, her breasts dangling voluptuously down, her face burning in shame and embarrassment until Randy once more dug his hand into her hair and brutally forced her head downward, while at the same time maintaining a savage grip on her hips. Again her face made smothering contact with the rug, while her buttocks waved obscenely high in the air behind her. Her hair was tangled and loose around her head, completely obscuring her face, and she was glad, because that way they couldn't see the abject mortification etched plainly on her crimsoned face. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Nothing in her wildest dreams could prepare her for the overwhelming shame of being slavishly forced into, this lewd crouching position, completely naked, a helpless victim of two sadistic young teenagers. She couldn't believe it was really happening to her. Events had moved too swiftly for her to comprehend, and she had given up trying. God, what a fool I was to have gone along with their little game . . . if only I'd known what they had in mind! But it was too late now. If she tried to scream, Randy would hurt her again, and pleading with him had no effect either. There was nothing she could do but accept what came!
She whimpered pathetically as his hand continued to knead the rounded whiteness of her quivering buttocks, twisting and squeezing the softly yielding flesh with growing lust.
"Aaaaaahhh ..." she sobbed out suddenly as she felt the lewd wet contact of the older brother's tongue on her nakedly cringing flesh sweeping the length of the vulnerable crevice between the ovalled cushions of her fear-tensed buttocks. She squirmed weakly, having no strength left to resist, yet unable to bear this final humiliation, this perverse oral caress. She moaned again as Randy continued to slaver his thick wet tongue along her sorely stretched anal crack.
His fingers tightened unbearably once more on her futilely resisting ass-cheeks, levering them painfully apart, revealing the darkness of her fear-clenched back channel. The sex-crazed adolescent stared at the puckered little ring, and men, without preamble, he raised his forefinger and jabbed lasciviously at the secret opening, probing and prodding until at last he managed to insert it to the first knuckle in the rubberily resisting orifice.
"Oh God, stop... please stop!" Jean pleaded, her entire body shame-frozen and cowering, waves of revulsion coursing through her at the thought of what she was undergoing - and here in her own living room! Pain flooded through her in rising tides of increasing agony, and she thought that her entire spinal column was on fire from his illicit penetration of her anus. Even if her numbed brain could direct her paralyzed body to move, her body couldn't obey, because Randy's free hand continued to dig cruelly into the soft whiteness of her buttocks, immobilizing her.
"Please don't, Randy ..." she sobbed again as she felt the youth's finger worm its way insidiously into her tightly resisting nether passage, stretching the clenched rectal sheath unbearably. Jean's thoughts were a jumble of desperation and despair. Oh God, if only he 'd leave me alone. . . what did I do to deserve this... it isn 't fair. . . Oh God, it just isn 't fair.
"That's it, Randy, ram your finger into her ass!" Larry suddenly shrilled and Jean felt new embarrassment wash over her at the thought that Randy's brother was a cruel and hostile witness to her utter degradation. He was kneeling there on the floor beside them, calmly watching as Randy inserted his finger deeper into her back there! With a lustful grunt, the lecherous youth squirmed his finger farther into her pain-wracked back passage, burying it to the hilt in her virginal rectum. For a moment, Jean was frozen with excruciating pain, a slavish victim to Randy's complete bestiality. And then with something akin to relief, she was aware of the boy withdrawing his sinewy finger, allowing her sorely stretched anus to revert back to its normal tightness. Hope kindled anew inside the distraught woman. Maybe now he'll let me go. But that tiny ray of light was soon quenched as Randy once more cruelly spread the flaccid; cheeks of her apprehensively cowering buttocks until Jean thought she'd go mad from the pain. He was straining her apart beyond belief, and she thought that he'd tear her in two if he kept it up. In the back of her mind, she heard the whir of a zipper, and then Randy called out.
"Hey, Larry, would you look at that!"
Jean couldn't help it! Instinct made her turn her head so that she could see behind her, an then she wished she hadn't. Because she could see the massively swollen length of the boy's erect penis, cupped lewdly in his free hand, the head angry and throbbing obscenely with suppressed lust!
A cold wave of fear engulfed the defenselessly kneeling young wife and her heart turned to stone inside her. Even her blood seemed to run cold as she cringed in fear, her mind refusing to focus on what was happening. It was too terrible even to think about.
She was in a kind of numb limbo as she felt the burgeoning head of the sixteen year old boy's penis pressing against the split of her buttocks, felt the straining mounds of soft flesh being forced even farther apart, felt the harsh unyielding nudge of his lust-hardened member against her weakly resisting anal crevice. For a moment, he held it there, spread her ass-cheeks wide, pressuring the little crinkled ring of her cowering anus with hard abrasive jabs. Suddenly Jean could stand it no longer. She tried to fight against the realization that was dawning inside her, but it was no use. It was obvious what he had in mind, but she just couldn'd stand it.
"NO, RANDY, PLEASE NOOOO!!" she shrieked wildly, waving her upraised buttocks around desperately in a futile attempt to dislodge her imprisoned body from his iron grip. But her resistance only seemed to goad the lust-maddened teenager on, and with a savage snarl he pushed violently against the tightly unyielding sphincter.
"Hold it, bitch!" he commanded icily, raising welts on the soft smoothness of her trembling buttocks as he held them in place and pushed relentlessly against the tiny opening of her fearful anus. But Jean couldn't still the quivering and shaking in her body, and harsh sobs of near hysteria choked in her throat as she hunched before the sadistic youth, terror eating at her like red-hot flames. With a deep animalistic grunt, Randy lunged forward, determined on his cruel bestial course, oblivious to the youngj wife's overpowering fear.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH..." Jean's dry choking cry rang out as she felt the first stabs of relentless penetration, and fingers of steel prodded her trembling flesh.
"OH GOD NO . . . NOOOOOO ..." She cried out again, feeling the pain shoot out from her loins and envelop her entire body, blanking out everything but the realization that Randy's blood-engorged penis was penetrating her rectum! She tried to sob out again, tried to beg him to stop, but no words came. Her mouth worked grotesquely against the rug as she tried to scream. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was a complete captive to his brutal anal rape, slavish victim to his sadistic savagery.
Randy stared down in lustful amazement his angry red shaft, the huge rubbery head which was just barely embedded in the young wife's tightly resisting rectum, and his lips bared in a cruel smile. This was far better than anything else! He'd show her that he meant business, that he wasn't the punk she obviously thought he was. He'd teach her to make fun of him in front of his younger brother. After this, there'd be no doubt about who was boss . ..
"ARRRRGGGHHH!! AAAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRHHGG! ..." Jean groaned again and again, each groan deeper and more heartfelt than the last. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that she was actually hunched over in a lewdly naked position, while Randy's rock hard cock sank deeper and deeper into her sorely abused rectum. The youth was actually raping her anus!
At last, with an almost incoherent grunt, Randy surged forward again with all his pent-up strength and finally managed to sink the pulsing hardness of his penis to the hilt in his young employer's resistant anal depths.
"'Stop! You're killing me!" Jean sobbed, completely and hopelessly skewered by the teenager's impaling penis, her thighs and buttocks swept aside and lewdly upraised to accommodate the huge fleshy hardness of his swollen member.
"Christ, Randy you're fucking her in the ass!" Larry chimed in, as if unable to believe his own
His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes bulging as he took in the lascivious sight, still unable to believe that it was really happening.
The last vestiges of self-respect were swept from Jean at the sound of Larry's obscene remark. It was as if the act, finally put into such crude words, was certified as actually taking place. Up until now, a tiny part of her brain refused to believe that it was an actual fact. But now there was no doubt. Randy was raping her virginal rectum, while his brutal young brother looked on excitedly! The will to resist crumpled inside Jean, and she knew that from now on, she wouldn't cry out, she wouldn't object, no matter how bad the pain was. She was utterly dejected and abused, subjugated completely to their powerful masculinity, and there was not a thing she could do about it. She had to accept whatever degradations they heaped on her.
Slowly, Randy began to withdraw his thickly sodomizing member, drawing it out little by little until just the turgid head was still rimmed by her rubbery anal sphincter, and then he surged forward again as her overpowered rectal membrane acquiesced before his thundering rod of flesh, allowing it to plunge forward unimpeded this time. Carefully, he began a slow rhythmic fucking as her inner rectal sheath gradually became accustomed to the unnatural intrusion, and he began to slide in and out of her, burying his hardened shaft right to the hilt in the hotly clinging channel of her violated anus, and then retracting it almost all the way before plummeting forward again. The lust-bloated sac of his scrotum slapping lewdly below against the tenderly revealed flesh of her cringing little pussy.
Jean was beyond all rational feeling. She just hunched there, detached from the depraved ravishment of her anus, resigned to the brutal ass-fucking she was receiving from the teenager, only wishing that it would all be over soon. Nothing mattered anymore. She was degraded and mortified in a way she had never dreamed possible, and she was sure she could never hold her head up again. How could she face anyone, even Tom, after what had happened to her? It wasn't her fault, but yet she knew that her own mishandling of events had led to this terrible outcome. She had tried to deceive her husband over last Sunday's incident, and this is where her deceit had led her. It was too late to turn back now ... she felt herself forever sullied. She was being used in this cruel inhuman way, completely subjugated by the lascivious teenager. She was no better than a whore on the streets, a mere object to be used at the will and whim of a more powerful male. She, as a woman, was the slave, and the man, as he always was, was the master. It was the way things had been since time began, and who was she to fight against it now?
She'd never win, that was for sure. There was nothing for her to do but accept his mastery and yield to his subjugation.
Randy continued to fuck in and out of Jean's painfully abused rectum, exhilarated by his victory over her, exulting in the strange sensation of screwing this lovely married woman in the ass. A woman nearly old enough to be his mother, forced to submit to him! It gave him a wonderful feeling of power and potency and he was proud that his brother was here to see it.
As Jean crouched there in her nakedly servile position, the numbness gradually cleared, relieving her of the gnawing ache of pain and hurt. But then slowly, incredibly, with a mounting feeling of horror, she began to realize that it was being replaced with something far more insidious. At first she couldn't, wouldn't believe it, but the truth was obvious. She tried to fight it, to resist with all her remaining will, but it was overwhelming her just as it had on Sunday. There was no denying the little wisps of forbidden pleasure that were beginning to curf around inside her helplessly aroused little belly. She was beginning to enjoy it!
No! No! No! her brain screamed in silent protest, but it was no use. She was actually beginning to enjoy the perverse ass-fucking! Desperately, she tried to fight the surges of wildly mounting pleasure spasming through her, tried to conceal the small answering thrusts that were beginning in her pelvis, tried to still the deeply rhythmic churning that was beginning in her loins, but she couldn't. She just couldn't hide any longer the fact that she was becoming aroused by the cruel anal rape of this young boy who was no more than her sometime gardener. "Oooooohhh," she moaned suddenly between clenched teeth, unable to contain herself as her tensing buttocks began screwing back on Randy's pile-driving penis and her sinewy inner muscles contracted eagerly around his pistoning cock as it withdrew, increasing the pleasure he was feeling a thousandfold.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, giving herself over completely to the incredible thrills of excitement cavorting through her. She was beyond caring now. All that mattered were the wonderful sweeps of pleasure brushing over her, all that was of importance was answering Randy's deeply arousing thrusts with responsive spasms of her own.
"Jeez, she's beginning to like being screwing in the ass!" Larry shrilled excitedly, unable to believe that the older woman was responding to his older brother's unnatural fucking. Randy was beside himself with victory! This was the ultimate; something even he had never even thought about. She was actually enjoying being taken in the rectum!. He just couldn't believe it! But it was obvious. Jean was mewling continuously now, swinging her softly flaring buttocks backward to receive his deep hard thrusts and then clenching tightly to prolong the ecstasy of his withdrawal.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted as her naked body was consumed with flames of fiery pleasure, lost in a world of mounting passion. She didn't care about her abandoned behavior, didn't care that she was actually enjoying such an obscene perverted act. The important thing was that she was totally and helplessly aroused, excited beyond belief by being fucked, yes, fucked in the anus by a teenager, while his younger brother looked on. She enjoyed the idea of being a spectacle like this, of having a witness to enjoy her degradation. A wildly masochistic joy whipped her into greater frenzy and made her jerk and thrash her body backwards, her succulently rounded breasts dancing beneath her, her head flailing from side to side like a blonde wave of satin. She was being lifted higher and higher, tossed around by stronger and stronger gales of excitement, and she knew that she was going to cum soon, was going to climax from being taken anally. And she could hardly wait! This was a pleasure unlike any other, more intense, more enjoyable because of the fact that she was utterly subjugated, a hopeless and slavish victim.
"Ahhhhh...Oh God, Randy, I'm almost there!" she sobbed harshly, desperately striving to reach the Valhalla of her forbidden pleasure. And then, suddenly, a deep and strangled moan escaped from her throat, and her body was heaving with a thousand different spasms of passionate arousal.
"Aaaahhh .. . I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh Randy, Randy, I'm ... I'm .. . cum- ingg!!"
Her body was electrified by a million volts of excruciating pleasure, shooting white hot thrills of joy into every pore as she shook and quivered, her pelvis thrusting back in a rhythmic clenching and unclenching around Randy's feverishly driving cock. She was in heaven, reaching the utmost limits of physical pleasure, Overpowered by the sensations coursing through her as she gave herself over completely to her climax, accepting her slavish position, accepting the mastery this adolescent was forcing on her, giving over her freedom in exchange for this delirious pleasure.
Randy couldn't hold back any longer. He was goaded beyond bearing by Mrs. Lincoln's frenetic orgasm and he had to cum too. His own pleasure was heightened by his obvious total victory over the writhing older woman and his ego was puffed up out of all proportion by her submission.
"AAAAARRGGGGGGHHH ... I'm THERE ...!!" he groaned suddenly as his body tightened like a bowstring and then began to pound feverishly against Jean's wilting body, shooting the full force of his white-hot cum far up into her wide-stretched rectal depths, pouring it into every crease and crevice of her widely flared back passage, filling her welcoming belly with his seething male sperm. It seemed never ending, his jet of foaming semen, as he pumped frantically in between her buttocks and his erupting pleasure was increased by the knowledge that his own kid brother was staring with lust-glazed eyes at the lascivious scene, tormented with jealousy and wracked with admiration for him.
At last, he felt his still quivering penis begin to deflate inside her forever-stretched rectal sheath and then finally it began to slip back out of her wetly drenched nether passage. Jean herself was gasping on the floor, her body heaving, her eyes smoky with pleasure, her thighs lewdly spread in an attitude of abandoned nonchalance, her flesh tingling with wanton hedonistic delight, her entire consciousness surrendered irrevocably to the pleasures of her body.
But the exhausted young housewife was eased out of her peaceful relaxed daze by a strange nudging at her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and for a moment, couldn't focus on anything. Little by little, what had happened came back to her, and she recalled how she had climaxed so ecstatically from Randy's anal fucking. Even yet, a tingle still remained somewhere deep in her loins, and she stretched luxuriantly, still unwilling to come back to stark reality. But there was that unfamiliar nudging again.
"Baby, open your eyes ..." Jean turned in the direction of the voice and then drew in her breath sharply at what she saw. It was a huge and lust-hardened penis, only inches away from her mouth, the rubbery hard head hungrily pulsing, the long thick shaft quivering with palpitating passion! For a moment, Jean stared at it as if mesmerized, and then her eyes slowly traveled upwards and saw Randy's brother staring down at her, his eyes dilated with lacivious desire, the tip of his tongue running wetly over his dry lips. Jean's startled gaze turned to the thickly throbbing member in front of her, drawn as though by magic to the boy's lust-bloated cock. It was like an entity in itself with a life as real as hers, tremblingly alive and possessed of a lewd passion of its own. "I want you to suck it, Mrs. Lincoln ... I want you to suck my prick ..." The dry rasped words etched themselves into Jean's brain, instilling themselves on her consciousness. To suck his cock! She had always thought of such an act as disgusting, somehow perverted ... she had certainly foiled any attempts of Tom's to get her to do it. But was it? She was reviewing things in a different light now. After all, she had just experienced something which she had always thought normal people didn't do, and yet she had not only succumbed, she had actually enjoyed it to the extent of climaxing intensely. Her ideas of right and wrong had dissolved tha moment when she had recognized the beginning of pleasure in her confusion-wracked body. Was it now the time to evaluate new values? The seconds ticked by, Jean's brain grappling with her jumbled thoughts, when suddenly, before she had a chance to act, Larry Webb had forced his thickly blood-inflated member between her lips and was forcing it far back in her throat!
"Oh God ..." he moaned as her lips closed automatically around his pulsating hardness, and her wet tongue came into searing contact with his palpitating male flesh. For a moment, Jean was stunned, taken completely off guard. Larry's sudden movement, and then she discovered that it felt good! It actually felt good having a penis in her mouth .. . surprisingly good! Tentatively, she moved her ovalled lips up and down the rigid blood-filled length of it, Her tongue dabbing cautiously at the burgeoning head. The softness of her lips contrasted strangely with the lust-engorged firmness of his young cock-shaft, and she felt a little thrill cavort through her. She was actually sucking a man's cock. . . and it felt good!
Her full ovalled lips curved in even tighter around the pulsing circumference and her tongue played eagerly at the entrapped head, licking at the spongy hard surface with a hunger she hadn't thought she was capable of. Deftly, she flicked at the tiny glans opening in the tip, titillating the thickly webbed underside with a new found expertise, feeling the pulsing of the boy's blood as it coursed through the pounding tube.
"Mmmmmmmm ... Oh Christ, your mouth feels good on my cock," Larry gasped between clenched teeth as his hands reached up and pulled her face farther down on his jerking member. Gaining confidence, Jean grasped the thick stubby base in her hand, holding the palpitating member in place while she ran her long wet tongue up and down the vibrant length of it dipping into the darkly tangled mass of pubic hair and coating them with her warm saliva. Teasingly, she nibbled at the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of exquisite pleasure from the desire-tortured youth, and then she dropped stilI lower to wash his writhing sperm-bloated balls with the saliva of her desire. Jean quickly warmed to her task, revelling in this new pleasure, wondering why she had denied it to herself for so long. But she knew that she was a changed woman now, had done things today and consequently accepted them in her mind, that she wouldn't have condoned under any circumstances a mere week ago, and her brain! thrilled at the various possibilities open to her. She was completely engrossed in licking and sucking and slavering at Larry Webb's swollen cock, and for a moment wasn't aware of her own thighs being pried apart, revealing the lewd pink plane of her trembling cunt. A stab of panic contorted her face as- she realized what was happening, and astonishment caused her to gasp a muffled groan around Larry's burgeoning penis. Randy! I forgot all about him! But what is he doing? Apprehensively, she held her breath as she felt his palms clamped against the quiveringly soft flesh of her inner thighs, felt the slender columns of her legs being forced far apart, until the whole widespread furrow of her throbbing vagina was fully exposed, gleaming with moisture and wetly pulsing in fearful waiting. She jerked back automatically as she became aware of Randy's probing fingers trailing along the swollen outer lips, tugging playfully at the thinly curling wisps of blonde pubic hair, grazing tantalizingly against the delicately fluted inner flesh. In fearful dismay, she felt his fingers pulling at her hair-lined pussy lips,, easing them apart, revealing the hot moist pinkness of her open vagina. And then . ..
She groaned in mingled desire and fear, her voice muffled around Larry's still growing rod of lesh, and her legs stretched out rigidly as his brother lowered his face and swept the length of his tongue along the cringing pink furrow of her cunt. Oh God, oh God, Jean moaned in anguish, he's kissing me there.. . he's kissing my vagina! A wave of revulsion shuddered through her and desperately she tried to clamp her thighs shut, to dislodge the wetly pulsing depravity of Randy's maddening tongue as it flicked snake-like along the damply trembling slit, dipping and burrowing into the squirming cuntal flesh, tickling the velvety folds with excruciating agility. She-couldn't move, couldn't shake him away. Larry's hands were tangled in her hair as he forced her mouth tighter against his aching loins. And behind her, Randy continued to plunge his tongue into the warmly silky flesh of I her pussy, exploring the tender fragile folds and coming into electrifying contact with the turgid bud of her clitoris. Jean drew in her breath I sharply as he grasped the sensitive tiny button I between his teeth and began to tease the I nerve-filled tip with his tongue, making her I moan and sigh around his younger brother's bursting member. Randy's oral caressing of her mro'bbih'glittle "Clitoris was more than the young executive's wife could bear. A flash of fire exploded inside her, lighting her whole body with flames of arousal and a desperately convulsive shudder spasmed down her spine. It was revolting, what he was doing, but she didn't care, because it felt good! It felt good having her vagina licked and sucked, while she herself slavered over an obscenely lust-bloated penis.
"Hey, Mrs. Lincoln . .. what d'ya think of that?" Larry gasped in explosive pants, "Randy's licking your cunt.. . while you suck my cock!"
The lewd words thrilled Jean in a way she never dreamed possible. A vision of how she must look darted into her brain - sprawled luridly naked on the floor, her thighs spread lasciviously wide to allow Randy to grovel in her heated cunt, while she was casually sucking and slavering over his younger brother's penis. There was no doubt about it - the thought of her debased position thrilled her perversely. She enjoyed being used like this by the two youths, enjoyed having one boy lick and kiss her between her legs while she took another teenager's member in her mouth. It was lewdly exciting - more exciting than anything she had known before. I've certainly come a long way today, she sighed blissfully, giving herself over completely once more to the delicious tremors of pleasures racing all over her sleekly naked body. Larry's massive cock seemed to expand inside her buttery mouth, filling her to the bursting point, and she could feel the vibrant throbbing of it reverberating through her wildly sucking lips. The teenager was moaning and writhing with pleasure, his hands like steel grips in her hair, and her jaw was beginning to ache from pulling and licking on his thickly pulsing penis. Her free hand pumped insanely on his squirming scrotum, making him shiver from her lust-inciting kneading, and the pressure building up in the dark cavern of his aching' balls was beyond belief. Suddenly, his strident groans punctured the living room, and Jean realized that he was cumming.
"Oh God, keep sucking . . . I'm cumming ... don't stop sucking ..."
He was like a madman, his pelvis battering against Jean's perspiration-drenched face, burying his jerking cock deep in the back of her throat, the heavy churning load of his sperm-inflated testicles bouncing lewdly against her chin, while Randy continued to suck and slaver at her twitching cunt below. She wanted to sob out her pleasure as Randy's slippery tongue rammed forcefully into the contracting opening of her desire-maddened cunt, sliding easily between the clinging inner walls and driving her crazy with lust. But she could only groan out her bliss because Larry was emptying the first scalding streams of his foaming cum deep into her vacuuming mouth. He was climaxing in her mouth while Randy still licked her vagina! The warm wetness flooded her completely, slipping down her throat, and she gulped eagerly, anxious not to spill a single precious drop, her lips fastened like a tight elastic band around the madly pumping girth of his penis. His seething young sperm seemed never-ending as Jean continued to take it all, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she strived to keep up with his copious offering. At last it was over, and, disappointed, she felt his exhausted member go limp inside her greedily retentive mouth. She was forced to let the inert organ slip from between her wetly gleaming lips as Larry fell over on his back, his loud heavy pants filling the air, his limp penis glistening lewdly against his thigh.
But Jean had hardly a moment to miss the wonderfull filling flesh in her mouth, because Randy was slavering diligently between her openly spread legs from behind, his tongue deftly swirling in and out and around her helplessly aroused pussy flesh. His face was completely hidden from view, and Jean's thighs, of their own volition, locked tightly around his cheeks, trapping him there in the steamy crevice of her wildly twitching cunt. With a lust born of youth, he continued to stab his agile tongue into the young blonde's darkly welcoming cuntal sheath, to probe and burrow in the scented softness of her hidden folds, her wetly squirming vagina rimming his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath and clasping greedily around his pleasure-giving tongue.
"Oooooh Randy ... it feels so good ..." she gasped, transported into incredible realms of ecstasy by his oral caressing. Her feverishly churning vagina had never known such unbelievable excitation .. . She was aroused in a completely new way, and she thought she'd go mad from the overpowering sensations of pure pleasure taking possession of her every nerve ending. She wished it would go on and on, but she knew also that she had to cum soon. She had participated in a far-out three-way sex act, and she had sucked Larry dry - now it was her turn.
Suddenly, the time had come, and her head flew back and her spasming thighs closed viciously around Randy's face as she ground her madly writhing cunt back against his smoothly slapping tongue, the petal-shaped edges of her dilating cunt contracting frantically around his wetly lapping organ.
"OOOOOHHHH ..." she cried out as the first almost unbearable waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her, making her lever her squirming buttocks up off the ground in a shuddering agony of arousal.
"Aaaaaah . . . cumming! cumming! cumming! . . . Uuuunnnggghhh . .. Oh God, don't stop! Unnnngggghhh!"
She was there, her body rippling with unadulterated pleasure, her pelvis jerking wildly against the teenager's expertly laboring tongue, her moans echoing in the air. Her head flailed from side to side, fanned by her matted blonde hair. Her eyes were opened wide, unseeing and glazed with lust, and her usually beautiful features were contorted in supreme arousal. Her moistly sheening breasts were heaving heavily, the nipples turgid and erect from passion, as she twisted and shook from the overwhelming force of her orgasm. Flood after flood of exquisite joy surged through her nakedly kneeling flesh, leaving her breathless and exhausted, unable to move, until still another wave of pleasure swept her up and carried her off like flotsam at sea. A shower of her excitedly secreting feminine juices floated in a fine mist, drenching Randy's straining face as he continued to slaver at her openly throbbing vagina, without let-up, urging her on to more and more incredible pleasure.
Finally, the waves of pleasurable sensation subsided, leaving Jean quivering and panting, her thighs finally releasing Randy's cum-smeared face and remaining obscenely splayed, revealing the glistening moistness of her still twitching cunt. A haze of contentment spread over the satiated young wife as she lay there on her living room rug, flanked by the two young teenagers who had initiated her into such an unbelievable world of ecstasy, a world she knew she didn't want to leave, ever again.