Chapter 5

Don Ryder noticed the striking change that had come over his wife, but couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. He was sure that her unhappiness stemmed from the way he had treated her on their anniversary over a week ago and was positive that an apology from him would make everything right. But he kept putting off the time when he would say he was sorry and ask for her forgiveness. Part of the reason was that lately he just hadn't any time to spare at all. The main reason was Wanda.

Although Ryder told his wife that he was working overtime on a special new project, he was, in fact, watching Wanda's show every night and then going back to her apartment with her for a couple of hurried hours of love. This meant that he was seldom home before midnight any more, except on Wanda's night off, when after a few hours with the beautiful blonde, he would hurry home to his cold, miserable wife.

And June was miserable ... there was no doubt about that. Her unhappiness was reflected in her looks, and she was beginning to appear pale and tense. She never said anything to him either about that terrible night when he had raped her anally, and their entire contact took the form of monosyllables and the barest necessity of functional phrases.

There was no question of their making love ... even if Don wasn't exhausted by the insatiable stripper, June was so cold and disinterested that he was afraid to touch her. A deep cloud of guilt settled over him at the beginning of his affair with Wanda and nothing could dispel it. Nevertheless, it wasn't powerful enough to force him to seek a reconciliation with his wife. Deep down he knew the real reason for this. He was afraid that if he put things right with himself and June, it would mean the end of his relationship with Wanda. He didn't think he could carry on a dual affair ... Wanda and June were poles apart and he couldn't bridge the difference. No, it would have to be one or the other, and at the moment, Wanda won hands down!

June was certainly wretched, but for a reason apart from her estrangement with Don. She was deeply ashamed over what happened with Harry Cameron, the salesman. Again and again she asked herself how she could have behaved the way she did ... and with a complete stranger! I behaved like a cheap slut, she scolded herself repeatedly, as the events of that morning tumbled lasciviously through her remorseful brain.

But I didn't do anything wrong, she consoled herself over and over, but then the memory of how Cameron's hands had roamed over her throbbing breasts would come rippling back to torment her conscience. She would recall how his fingers had rubbed and rolled the burgeoning knobs of her nipples and a flush of shame would darken her face. She would remember how his tongue had danced around wantonly inside her mouth and the shivers of pleasure it had given her, and she would quiver with humiliation. But after a few days, the sharpness of the memory faded and she began to feel a little better. I'll never see him again, she comforted herself, and what happened will be a painful lesson. She told herself that her behavior was the result of all the champagne and that it would never happen again. Besides, she had the precarious state of her marriage to worry about. Don was working very late every night and she hi. Jly saw anything of him.

At first she didn't care, being too preoccupied over Cameron and still smoldering from her husband's assault on her. But as the week wore on and things seemed to be getting worse, she was aware of a growing loneliness which nothing could assuage. She still saw her girl friends as usual, but any contact with other couples had to be minimized as Don was so busy. It came as a revelation to her that she missed her husband's companionship, but pride wouldn't let her make the first move. She still felt herself to be in the right and that therefore he should be the one to start an apology.

So consumed with worry about Don and their relationship, she almost succeeded in putting Cameron out of her mind. Therefore, she was completely flabbergasted when one afternoon nearly two weeks after she'd bought the set of pottery, she answered the doorbell and found Harry Cameron standing on the doorstep.

"Hello, sweetheart," he leered.

"W-what do you want?" Her heart was hammering and she couldn't control the shaking in her voice.

"Well, not to sell you another set of crockery, that's for sure," he replied mockingly, stepping inside.

June didn't know what to do. Her brain refused to function and her throat went suddenly dry. She wanted to tell him to get out, but couldn't voice the words. How dare he come back after what happened?

"How about a drink? Of course I don't expect champagne this time...."

The bewildered young wife was astonished at his audacity, but yet she found herself powerless in his presence. Mutely she followed him into the living room.

"Gin and tonic be all right?" she mumbled as she moved towards the liquor cabinet.

Cameron nodded, scrutinizing her carefully. Well, she doesn't seem any too happy to see me ... but maybe a drink will change all that....

She handed him his glass, and taking a sip of her own drink, summoned all her courage.

"T-tell me what you want, and make it snappy. I've ... I've got to go out pretty soon."

"That's a real shame ... I mean that you're in such a hurry. Because I've got all day ... I'm going to be here in Detroit for a full two weeks!"

June's heart sank. To think, I was sure I'd never see him again! And now...."Maybe you want to talk about the set I bought. Well, I sent in the first installment after ten days, the way I was supposed to!"

Cameron guffawed loudly and rudely, and Mrs. Ryder felt her face redden.

"Hell, I didn't come all the way out here to talk about your casseroles. "No, I came to see you ... to pick up where we left off last time!"

June blanched and she had to grip the edge of the chair to stop herself from screaming. What kind of game was he playing? What did he think she was? Didn't he get the message last time?

"Now look here, Mr. Cameron, I don't think you understand-"

"Hey, let's have none of that 'Mr.' stuff. I'm Harry, as you well know, and you're-June, if I remember right!"

"All right, Harry, if that's the way you want it. But let's get one thing clear!" Her voice was icy calm, even though her heart was thudding and tension strained her almost beyond endurance. "What happened last time was all a big mistake! I was miserable over something personal, I got drunk ... and made a fool of myself. That was all that was to it! Do you understand?"

Cameron's eyes narrowed and he got to his feet quickly, moving until he was hovering over her.

Nameless fear gripped the trembling brunette as she stared up at the man who was almost a total stranger.

"Well, well, that's a mighty pretty speech! Only thing, I don't believe a word of it!"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Action speaks louder than words, honey! A whole lot louder!"

"I told you, it was all a mistake! I had too much to drink. I ... I love my husband, and I would never...."

"After the way he treated you on your anniversary?"

June looked up quickly. The look on his face was inscrutable, but the miserable young wife was suddenly overwhelmed with the certainty that the brash salesman had an idea what had really happened. It was impossible that he should have found out ... but still....

Cameron saw that his remark had hit home. Now he was sure that Ryder's arrival home at midnight was not the only bone of contention that was between them.

"That was just between Don and myself," June said at length. "Now would you please go and leave me alone? I've nothing more to say to you!"

"That may be, but I've a lot to say to you, sweetheart!"

June got up quickly. She intended to hurry towards the door and maybe lock herself in the bedroom, if she didn't get to the front door first. But Cameron was too quick for her. Before she had taken more than a few paces, he was already blocking the way.

"Not so fast, honey," he leered, a smug look on his face.

"W-why can't you leave me alone?" June cried, tears starting to her eyes. This was turning into some kind of nightmare and she just couldn't wake up!

"You're much too attractive to leave alone, baby ... I thought I told you that last time...."

"Why can't you forget about the last time? I keep telling you it was all a mistake...."

"I keep mentioning it because I think maybe your husband would be interested in knowing, too!"

"M-my husband?"

"Yes, Don. Let's see ... He works at Whitelaw Chemicals, doesn't he?"

Fear trembled through the distraught young housewife. She realized that the unscrupulous salesman had gotten the name of Don's firm from the form she had signed ... But surely he wouldn't tell Don?

"Yeah, I guess your husband would be real interested in finding out how you spend your mornings!"

"B-but that was the first time!" she blurted helplessly, hardly knowing what she was saying.

"How am I to know that ... or Don either? If you let one guy kiss and stroke you the way I did, there's no telling-"

"Oh God, stop your filthy insinuations! I've told you I had too much to drink! Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I saw the way you threw yourself at me. All that talk about 'being taken advantage of and me being a rapist. Baby, you were asking for it...."

June felt as if she had descended into an inferno of lies and misunderstandings. This crazy salesman was bent on misconstruing everything she said ... she hadn't a chance of convincing him. But what was she going to do?

"W-what do you want me to do?" she asked at last, her voice small.

Cameron suppressed a smile of triumph. Be careful, old man, you haven't won yet....

"Oh, just be nice to me, like the last time...."

"You're crazy!" June spat, staring at him with loathing.

"Okay, so I'm nuts! But maybe your husband won't think so when I tell him my story!"

"He won't believe you...."

"Oh no? Well, I think I'm pretty persuasive...."

June felt her heart sinking. The salesman was right ... he was very convincing. And the mood Don was in lately, he'd believe anything about her ... providing it was to her discredit.

"Please, don't tell Don," she begged, swallowing her pride.

"Well, we'll talk about it. How about another drink?"

The miserable wife was glad of something to do. Besides, she could do with another drink ... a real stiff one. She couldn't see any way out of her dilemma, but maybe a drink would soften the salesman ... make him see her side of it.

"So you don't want your husband to know about our little get together a couple of weeks back," Harry said after a long silence.

"No, I don't ... he doesn't even know about the set of casseroles...."

"Hah ... you're a secretive little cookie...."

But June didn't smile. Harry knew that he'd have to be careful how he handled her ... she wasn't playing ball at all this time.

"What is it you want from me?"

"Oh, just a little kiss or two ... like last time!"

Cameron noticed her involuntary flinch of revulsion.

"After all," he went on callously, "You didn't make any objection the last time. In fact, you loved it, didn't you?"

June couldn't reply. After all what he was saying was true. She had enjoyed his kissing, but only because of the power of the champagne. She hadn't been herself that time ... she had been hurt and confused over what Don had done to her and she had drowned her sorrows in champagne. That was why she had enjoyed the salesman's lewd kisses.

"C'mon, honey, don't be such an iceberg," Cameron said, putting his arm around her.

Instinctively June tried to pull away. Then she stopped herself. A few kisses ... that was all he said he wanted. Maybe if she gave in to that, exchanged a couple of kisses, then he'd leave her alone.

His arm tightened around her and his lips began to trace a burning path across her cheek.

Yes, even though she'd hate it ... it would be better to go along with what he wanted. Maybe then he'd be satisfied and she'd be free of him.

His mouth found hers and clamped against her warm lips. Without hesitation his tongue slipped between them and entered the moistness of her mouth. In spite of herself, June felt a ripple of pleasurable sensations shiver through her from his kiss and she lost the urge to pull away from his possessive embrace. What harm can it do ... and it will stop him from telling Don....

His hand was creeping slowly around to June's breast and her heart began to hammer wildly. Oh thank God I had those two drinks ... she thought, steeling herself for a shudder of repulsion. But none came. His hand closed in on her quivering breast and in a flutter of shame, she felt the nipple stiffen ecstatically from his illicit touch. Her breast seemed to strain against his hand in wanton hunger and she realized that the entire length of her love-starved body was pressing avidly against his. She could feel the unmistakable bulge of his awakening cock jutting hotly into her thigh, but somehow the knowledge of his arousal didn't disgust her the way she thought it would.

"Oh baby, I can't wait ... where's the bedroom?"

His impassioned words jolted the liquor-dazed housewife into action.

"Wha ... I thought...." she said confusedly, trying to pull away from him.

"Now look here, I've had enough of this shit!" His voice was angry and he gripped her hard by the wrist.

"Y-you're hurting me," she whimpered helplessly, suddenly afraid.

He began to pull her towards the hall, instinctively heading for the bedroom.

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

"Do you want your precious Don to find out all about your sluttish ways?" he taunted mercilessly, and June felt the steel jaws of an inescapable trap closing in on her. Oh dear God in heaven, what was she to do? She had to give in to him ... or else he'd tell Don. But she couldn't submit ... she just couldn't! I was a fool to think he'd be satisfied with kisses....

He flung open the bedroom door and pulled her roughly inside.

"A nice big bed, all ready and waiting," he sneered as he pushed her towards it and with one strong shove sent her sprawling on its smooth-quilted surface.

"Please, Harry...." she began to sob, hardly knowing what she was saying, "Please don't ... I can't...."

"Quit whining, or you'll be sorry!"

She tried to muffle her sobs but wasn't too successful. She was terrified like a trapped animal and deathly afraid of what he would do to her if she didn't submit.

"Get those clothes off-pronto!"

June tried to stop the violent trembling which had convulsed her. Seconds passed and she wondered what would happen. She had heard his lewd order ... but somehow she couldn't make herself obey.

"I ... I'll scream ... and the neighbors will come and help me," she said almost defiantly.

"That's a good one! You can be sure they saw you letting me in of your own free will, just like you did last time!"

His words hit home ominously. Of course, he was right. Oh God, why didn't she have sense to realize what his game was? Why had she lead him on last time with her drunken flirting?

"Get those goddamn clothes off, or I'll tear them into shreds!"

June knew there was no backing off now. It was too late and she couldn't expect help from any quarter. To resist was futile and would only worsen her situation. She had to comply with what he wanted ... she had to submit to ... to his rape!

With numbed fingers she began to unbutton her blouse. She tried to go as slowly as possible, but she was agonizingly aware of his baleful glare on her. When she had removed her blouse, she slowly began to wriggle out of her pants. Her face was fiery red and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

When she was clad only in her brassiere and panties, the salesman moved closer to her.

"H'mm, you look even better without your clothes...."

He crawled up onto the bed next to her, his eyes bright with expectation, his face flushed and excited.

June cringed backward when she felt his hands on her body, but she blocked the instinct to fight. It wouldn't do any good anyway and might even make him worse!

He unhooked her brassiere and slowly pulled it away from her full heaving breasts.

"Aaaaahhhh ... fantastic tits...." he breathed lasciviously, his eyes glued to the quivering mounds of flesh.

June drew in her breath sharply when he began to run his hands down her fearfully shivering sides until they came to the waistband of her panties.

"Please noooo...." she whimpered, unable to help herself.

But Cameron didn't seem to hear her. He began to pull down the soft diaphanous material, revealing the dark-curled triangle of her pubic "vee" and the quivering tops of her soft thighs.

She was completely naked in her own bedroom with a total stranger!

Cameron could hardly contain his excitement. She was beautiful ... far more than he had thought at first. Of course, he hated to resort to strong-arm tactics, but he was sure that this was what she really wanted. Different women had different kinks ... and he was willing to go along with anything ... just so long as the end result was the same.

It seemed to the humiliated brunette that an eon passed as she lay there completely naked and defenseless under the salesman's salacious gaze. This mortification was worse than anything she'd ever imagined ... maybe even worse than the brutal assault her husband had subjected her to. It was all Don's fault anyway. If he hadn't acted the way he did on their anniversary, she would have made short shrift of the salesman the following day. As it was, the champagne had softened her defenses and Cameron's polished expertise had soothed her bruised ego. And this was what it had lead to....

She closed her eyes in abject shame when she felt Cameron's hand once more running over her trembling body. Insistently it dropped between her thighs and forced them apart, and then slowly, surely, it climbed up to the quivering softness of her vagina.

"Oh noooo ... please noooo...." she sobbed when she felt his fingers begin to toy with the moist tender flesh of her outer pussy lips.

"Please don't...." she begged ineffectually as his hand continued to play and stroke the velvety outer folds. It was degrading the way he wantonly used her body ... she would never be able to hold up her head again. Oh Don, why did you have to do this to me?

Cameron stared down longingly at the shivering brunette. Her full naked body was stretched out opulently on the bed, and he could see the enticing pink moistness of her cuntal furrow hidden among the dark curls up between her thighs. His penis was hardening painfully in the confines of his pants and he could feel a heated clamoring deep in his scrotum.

The lust-incited young salesman didn't pay any attention to June's desperate pleas. He expected that ... it was all part of the game. Even if it wasn't-even if her objections were for real-which he doubted, it was still too late.

He couldn't turn back. Now that he'd had a glimpse of her tantalizing body, he couldn't be content with just that. He had to have more, much, much more!

"Christ, baby, d'you know what I want to do?"

There was no reply, but this didn't bother Harry Cameron.

"I want to lick your cunt ... I want to put my tongue right up in your-"

"NO! Oh God, no, keep away from me!"

June couldn't help herself. His obscene words pierced her like an arrow and made her cringe with new repulsion. It was unnatural, what he wanted! She couldn't take it, no matter what!

She was instantly sorry she'd shouted when she felt his hands tighten around her soft-fleshed thighs. She thought he'd crush her bones, so steellike was his grasp.

"For the last time, shut up!"

Cameron was angry now. He'd had enough of her objections, and it was getting past a game now. He wasn't going to be balked at this late stage, and her constant moans of fear were getting to be too much.

"I'm gonna lick your pussy whether you like it or not," he promised and without waiting for her reaction, he lowered his head between her widespread thighs. He could see the glistening pink slit of her throbbing cunt and he was able to inhale the delicate odor of her warm feminine loins.

Then he reached out with his tongue and ran it along the full length of her fearfully trembling pussy.

"Aaaaaahhhh ... Aaaaahhhh...." June cried out, biting her lip to stop the full force of her anguished moan. Every inch of her helplessly trapped body cried out in shame and humiliation at this outrage that was being perpetrated on her, just as it had when her own husband had fucked her in the ass. Only this was worse ... because this was a total stranger, almost, who was doing this perverse thing to her. But it was Don's fault, in the first place. If he'd behaved normally ... maturely ... and had come home when he'd promised, instead of spending their anniversary evening in some sleazy bar, making himself drunk, none of this would have happened. Because of his selfishness, she was a victim of a lascivious salesman's obscene desire!

He continued to play his long wet tongue in and out of the moistly clinging furrow, lapping up the young brunette's sweet cuntal juices, whirling his tongue in and around the moist pink pussy flesh. He found the tiny nerve-filled bud of her clitoris and immediately took it between his teeth and began to titillate it without mercy.

"Oh God ... Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh...." June chanted from between clenched teeth. She didn't like this lewd tonguing that the salesman was giving her against her will, but dear God, she had no defense against the sudden wave of what must be pleasure that swept over her when his mouth first came into contact with her sensitive clitoris. She couldn't help that ... it was purely a physical reaction ... but oh dear, she had never felt anything like it in her life! Her entire naked body felt convulsed with sensations of almost unbearable excitement and she just couldn't stop herself from pressing her desire-ridden vagina up against his questing mouth.

"Mmmmmmm ... yesssss...." she moaned helplessly, unable to fight any more. And it all happened so suddenly, too. One moment, she had been lying there, gritting her teeth against Cameron's indecent assault ... the next moment, she had been whirled into a maelstrom of overwhelming pleasure.

That's better, Cameron thought, hearing the young wife's moans of abandoned arousal. He continued to plunge his lashing tongue into her eagerly receptive cunt, burrowing into the viscous softness of her defenselessly acquiescing pussy.

June felt as if her whole body were aflame. She closed her thighs around Harry's head and began to grind her softly rounded ass-cheeks down into the mattress. Her head was reeling and her eyes were glazed with lustful pleasure. Oh dear God, I can't help it. I know it's wrong ... especially with another man, not my husband, but I can't fight it! It's all your fault, Don, you bastard, it's your fault that I'm having my pussy licked by another man ... and going crazy from it ... it's your fault!

And then without warning, it stopped!

June's eyes flew open and she couldn't suppress a moan of abject disappointment.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm coming back to you!"

Her eyes swiveled to the direction of the voice ... and then she saw that Cameron had just removed the last of his clothes and was completely naked too!

"My prick is fit to bust ... I couldn't hold out much longer," he explained cheerfully, moving over onto the bed again.

June's mouth dropped open and her eyes fell on the thick hard length of his lust-engorged cock being held proudly in one hand. The huge bulbous head was swollen with blood and gleamed a purplish color, and she could see a tiny speck of moisture glistening in the glans opening.

Reality crashed down on the tormented brunette like a ton of bricks as she realized why he had stopped his lewd tonguing. And she realized as well how disappointed she had been. She had become so aroused, so wantonly abandoned, that she had wanted to climax from his obscene sucking of her vagina! And now....

"I can tell you're nice and ready ... all hot and waiting for this big prick of mine."

June's eyes widened as she saw him settle himself between her still lewdly wide-splayed thighs. She wanted to scream out, to object, to beg him to stop. But she couldn't. Partly because she was afraid and partly because ... because she was ashamed to! Only moments before, she had been writhing around on the bed, churning and twisting beneath his frantically licking tongue, completely accepting his depraved oral love-making. It would be a stupid lie if she cried out now in objection.

But she wanted to. She didn't want him to put his big hard penis in her vagina that was still twitching and tingling from his licking tongue.

She didn't want him to make love to her, to ease that incredible longing that" had developed there between her legs ... did she?

Cameron guided the hotly bulging head of his cock towards the pulsating pink mouth of her cunt. He saw her squirm from the unexpected contact, and he rotated the desire-filled cock-head against her velvety pussy flesh, wetting it in her warmly trickling vaginal juices. He would have liked to see her cum from his licking, but at the same time he wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her. Another time he'd fuck her with his mouth, but this time, he had to answer the clamoring demand of his cock and bury it in her softly yielding cuntal depths.

He fastened his fingers on her smooth white hips and leaned over her trembling body, poised for the moment when he would enter her.

Her eyes were closed and he could see that she was tense and nervous ... in. expectation ... or fear? She had sure turned on when he had started to lick her ... now he'd see how she acted when he fucked her. He bet she'd be a real live one ... she looked like she had a ball of fire inside her, just waiting to explode! Well, he'd soon see.

The conniving salesman flexed his powerful hips forward, driving the blood-filled length of his penis into the small, wetly pulsing opening of her vagina.

"Aaaaarrrrrhhhh ... uuuuggggghhhh nnnnnhhhh...." June gasped as she felt the giant head cleave through her delicate pussy flesh. Her thighs were swept aside as he continued to surge forward and her inner walls give way before his cruel onslaught.

"Ooooooohhhhh ... hhhhhhmmmmmm nnnnn...."

All the breath was knocked from her body as she felt her insides being tunneled by the forceful entry of the salesman's powerful rod of flesh. She felt the rubbery head nudge hard against the tip of her cervix deep within her cock-filled womb at the very same moment as the heavy sperm-laden balls slapped against the upturned crevice of her buttocks. He was all the way in!

Cameron held his sunken cock rigid for a long moment, savoring the sensation of the groaning brunette's moistly clinging cuntal flesh slipping around his hard-tensed member. Her vaginal passage felt tight but not too dry and he was suffused with a warm feeling of growing excitement. His scrotum felt snug and secure wedged between her warm-fleshed ass-cheeks and he felt as if he could stay in this position forever.

Ryder's wife felt as if she had been stuffed to repletion. She was conscious of no other sensation than that of being filled and she was sure that Cameron's cock would explode inside her if he held it there too long. It seemed to expand with each passing second and she could feel as well the heated blood pulsing throughout the thick lust-inflamed shaft.

At last he began to move and June felt her tender vaginal flesh begin to pull out with his slowly withdrawing penis. She was aware of a curious emptiness for a moment, but then he surged forward again deep inside her quivering belly, once more touching the sensitive tip of her womb...." Ooooommmpppphhh...." she gasped from the unaccustomed depth of feeling, and Cameron sensing her reaction, again flexed his licentiously pulsing rod against her tender cervix.

"Well, baby, how d'you like my cock inside you? Fills you right up, doesn't it?"

June cringed from his ribald remarks. He didn't seem to care at all what she was feeling. Not that she was feeling anything. The helpless young wife had blanked out all guilty thoughts, refusing to worry about what was happening to her. She couldn't help it ... what was going on was beyond her power and if anyone was to blame other than Harry Cameron, Traveling Salesman, Esq., it was her husband Don. His actions had landed her in this mess and if she was being fucked by another man, and she was, it was all his fault.

Cameron began to fuck in and out between her quivering thighs with long practiced strokes. His hands still clutched her hips as he drove into her rhythmically, penetrating to the very depths of her soft white belly before pulling out until just the flaring head of his cock was still imbedded inside the clinging pink cuntal flesh. Then he sawed forward again with precise, expert strokes. It excited him even more to look down and see his hard, reddish cock disappear into the clasping circle of her hungrily accepting cunt, and then to watch the dark little tendrils of her pussy hair clinging to it as if to keep it from pulling out again. When he was all the way in again, those same dark hairs melded with his own and gave him a wild sensation of being completely united with her. Then he would look up and see the twin peaks of her lustfully heaving breasts, the roseate nipples pointed and erect. She really is beautiful, he thought, remembering how many times he'd thought of her when he was back in Chicago and down in Indiana on another sales trip.

Now he was back in Detroit and by the way things were going, it was obvious that he hadn't made a mistake in coming back to her.

June Ryder lay there immobile on the bed, thinking that if she didn't move, the tiny little pinpricks of pleasure which were starting to jab at her loins would go away. But they didn't. Each powerful instroke of Cameron's fully inflated cock seemed to ignite them further. Oh stop, she told herself silently, this can't be happening to you!

But even as her brain pleaded silently, the demon of desire which had been lurking in her tingling pussy after Cameron's lewd cunt-sucking, sprang into unconcealable life and she was forced to admit to herself that she was beginning to enjoy what was happening to her.

No matter how little her brain and her emotions liked it, her body couldn't deny the fact that it was beginning to respond to Harry's expert fucking, just as it had to his practiced tonguing.

He had forced her to submit to his licking against her will and she had come to enjoy it. Now the same thing was happening. Only this time, he was making love to her. She was actually being unfaithful to her husband, and was beginning to be aroused by it. Oh Don, I can't help it ... but after what you did to me ... you can't blame me. It's your fault anyway. If you hadn't raped my rectum, I would never have gotten drunk on champagne the next day and fallen into this ... it's all your fault ... you and only you are to blame.

Uttering a deep moan of utter acceptance, June swung her hips upwards to receive the salesman's deep instroke, and her eagerly receptive cunt flowered open around his plunging cock. Her whole body was quivering with new sensations of wanton pleasure, and she knew there was no turning back now. She was enjoying having a near stranger make love to her, and there was nothing she could do about it, or wanted to do about it.

"Yessssssss ... Mmmmmmmm," she sighed helplessly as she spread her legs farther apart and pressed her greedily clinging cunt upward against Cameron's hard-jabbing penis. Her head was thrown back and her mouth half open, her dark hair swirling about her shoulders on the pillow. She was completely at the mercy of the tumultuous sensations careening through her, a helpless victim of her own headstrong passion.

Cameron's own arousal matched the young housewife's. She was turning into the firebomb he had predicted and he felt a surge of pride to think that it was due to his prowess. Beneath that cold exterior there ran a vein of pure brimstone and he had been able to mine it! She looked even more beautiful now that she had let go completely. Her skin was suffused with a sensually alluring flush and her wantonly responding body had taken on a softer, more feminine look.

"Christ, baby, you're a pretty good fuck!" he panted as he battered his loins against her upraised vagina in a quickening tempo of mounting passion.

June's long slender legs snaked out wide and locked behind his back and her arms reached up and pulled him down tighter onto her passionately heaving breasts. Her mouth found his in a hungry demanding kiss and this time it was her tongue that shot lewdly between his lips.

Their two bodies rocked and jerked together and merged as one, united in their lust and crescendoing desire.

"That's it, baby," Cameron said at length when June finally released his lips, "fuck back hard ... open your little cunt to me all the way...."

The impassioned brunette was exhilarated by the power of her own desire. She felt thrilled in a way she never had before and she felt as if she was floating on a soft cloud of pure physical pleasure.

"Ooooooohhh, Harry, I like it! It's soooo goooddd," she mewled.

Their two perspiring bodies moved as one, rushing towards a mutual release. It was never this way with Don, June couldn't help thinking, and then she blanked out all thoughts of her husband because she didn't want to think about anything but what was happening now. She'd worry about all that later.

Right now, she only had time for feeling. Her body seemed like a raw squirming mass of unadulterated desire and never before in her life had she felt so bereft of her ego, and with so little need of it. She was just Woman, responding in an age-old way to Man, no matter who he was. Because she too was nameless and faceless, just a body, or more accurately, a cunt. Just as Cameron was at the moment, just a delicious pleasure-giving cock!

"Jesus, baby, I'm going to cum soon!" Harry gasped as he felt the seething riot in his balls. He couldn't hold out much longer because he felt as if his penis was going to split in two from the pressure being forced through it. But he had to bring her off, first.

"Oooooohhhh ... Oh God, darling, I'm almost there ... I'm ... Aaaaaaaahhhhh," June moaned beneath him.

It happened suddenly for the young brunette. The explosion in her loins came before she realized it and then her body was rocked with a myriad of flashes that lighted every millimeter of her sensually squirming flesh. Her head was spinning, and a kaleidoscope of colored lights exploded behind her eyes. Her body was out of control, her pelvis rocking wildly against Cameron's pistoning cock, and she wondered briefly if she would ever return to normalcy.

She was aware of the automatic release of her steaming climactic secretions at the same time as new spasms of overwhelming pleasure assailed her.

"AAAAARRRRRGGHHHHH ... I'm cumming too!"

She heard Cameron's hoarse moan at the same time as she felt the boiling onrush of his sperm into her greedily milking depths. Her hungry vagina sucked rhythmically on his pumping penis, drawing the sticky white fluid into her helplessly flooded little belly. The warmth of it flowing into the deep recesses of her aroused body added to her pleasure and she felt her flesh to be a desert thirsting for this very nectar to keep it going.

"Oh Lord, darling, that was fabulous...." June mumbled drowsily after a moment or two when she felt the salesman's deflated cock slipping from her wet pussy, and she allowed herself to relax in a way she hadn't for a long, long time.