The wife's new tricks - erotic stories, sex tales



As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.

A good case in point is Charlie Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated.

Caroline Murphy is a woman of the present. Living the life of a hedonist, she refuses to think of tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. For Caroline, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying no moral overtones.

And so she drifts from day to day, from lover to lover, keeping all her relationships on a physical plane, determined to enjoy her body to the fullest, to revel in every and any new wanton experience. THE WIFE'S NEW TRICKS -- the story of a woman who embodies the life style of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.



Caroline Murphy had many fantasies of what being a lawyer's wife was going to be like. She had visions of living in a beautiful home in the suburbs, of wearing beautiful clothes, and of constantly going to parties.

She found out different.

Being a young lawyer's wife meant struggling along with little luxury. Her beautiful home was a small, cramped apartment in the city. Her clothes were off the rack. She seldom went to parties. Her husband was usually working.

That was why she had been so surprised when Rick had called her from work and told her to put on her most gorgeous formal gown. She was supposed to attend an office party.

Her best-looking gown was a tight fitting green dress that was low cut in front and slit up one side almost to her thigh. She was proud of the way she looked with her jet black hair hanging to her shoulders and her pale green eyes matching her dress. She wore a string of pearls around her neck.

She knew she was gorgeous. She had been the best-looking girl in her high school and she hadn't changed much in the year she had been married. Her figure was still slim waisted, and her creamy tits threatened to break free of the top of her gown at any moment.

She giggled as she thought of what Rick would say when he saw them. Rick loved her breasts, except he didn't call them breasts. He called them tits. Caroline made a face in the mirror and then posed like one of those lewd models.

"That's some pair of tits you've got, baby," she said, using a deeper voice than her own. She started giggling again. She was still giggling when the doorbell rang.

Her first thought was that it was Rick, but then she wondered what Rick was doing ringing the doorbell. She quickly put on her high heel pumps and hurried down the stairs.

She was shocked when she opened the door. She had met the man standing there only a couple of times. She knew his name was John Richardson and she also knew that he was vice president of the law firm that Rick worked for.

"Mr. Richardson!" she gasped. "What are you doing here? I was waiting on Rick!"

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Caroline," John Richardson said softly. "Rick's not going to be able to take you tonight. I'm afraid it's my fault. Right after he called you I had some work for him to do. I'm afraid it's going to take quite a while. Most of the night, actually."

"Oh shit," Caroline said.

"It's really my fault. I'm sorry. I told your husband that I'd drop by and try to make things up. I know how hard it is when a fellow is just starting out."

John Richardson tried to keep his face unhappy but inside he was jumping with joy. This was the way he'd planned it from the start. He had been looking for an opportunity to get this luscious hunk of woman alone, and this was his chance.

She really knocked him out tonight. That clinging green dress barely covered her beautiful tits. It made his mouth dry just to look at her.

"I'm forgetting my manners," Caroline said. "Would you like to come in and maybe have some coffee or something?"

"I'd like that," John answered.

The truth was that there wasn't anything in the world that John would like more. He followed her in the small apartment and stared at her jiggling ass. He wondered if she wore a garter belt under her gown. He liked garter belts on long-legged women. His hands felt itchy. He wanted to grab her by her ass, but somehow stopped himself.

The apartment had a combination kitchen and breakfast room. John told her that held prefer beer or wine if she had any. She gave him a beer and she drank wine out of a fancy glass.

"I am going to have to make this up to you," John said. "I mean, I really didn't think when I scheduled that work for tonight. I wasn't planning on going to the office party myself and I guess I just assumed that nobody else was. I am sorry."

"That's all right," she said. "It's just something I've learned to put up with."

"It makes me feel bad to see you dressed like that. I've never seen a woman more beautiful. You should be going out."

Caroline blushed. Once upon a time she had gotten used to men calling her beautiful. But this time it went to her head. John Richardson was an attractive man and he was so cultured in his speaking. And the way he looked at her made her feel shiverish.

"I'm sure you go put with many beautiful women," Caroline said. "I heard you weren't married."

"I guess I never met, one as beautiful as you," John said.

John moved his chair closer. She could smell his masculine perfume. She suddenly realized that John was about to put the make on her. It had been a long time, and it flattered her. She remembered all the ways to put a man off and still be friends, but somehow she couldn't find the words. She had never been tongue-tied in her life until now.

She felt his knee against her leg. She moved away. He followed. He sipped at his beer and she could feel him brazenly looking her over. She suddenly felt like she was completely naked sitting there with him.

"I guess I should call Rick," she said. "I should call him and tell him I'm not angry."

"Don't call him yet," John said softly.

She felt his arm going around her. She sat frozen as he pulled her against him. She felt his hand in her hair. His fingers turned her head toward him. He kissed her mouth hard, so hard that she gasped for breath when he released her.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he said.

It was crazy, but she felt herself melting against him as he kissed her again. She kept thinking that she wanted to push him away, but she couldn't find the strength.

He started stabbing his tongue against her lips. She kept her lips tightly closed for only a few seconds and then she opened her mouth. She felt his tongue sliding down her throat. After a few seconds, he drew his head back.

"It's uncomfortable here," he said. "Where can we go."

She knew it was the moment to make a decision. She still couldn't. Her mind felt fuzzy as he took her hand and started walking her through the house. It didn't take him long to find the bedroom.

"Nice and comfortable looking," he said. "I like this place."

John drew the good-looking woman into his arms and this time he moved his hands down to her ass. He didn't hesitate this time as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him. He knew she could feel the hard lines of his rigid cock.

"You feel that, baby?" he questioned. "You feel my big hard cock?"

"Yes," she answered.

"I'm going to give that big, fat cock to you pretty soon, baby. I'm going to give it all to you!"

John pushed her over to the bed and made her sit down. He sat down beside her and put one arm around, her. He kissed her mouth again and started stabbing his tongue deep into her mouth. She started pushing her tongue back against his.

His kisses made her feel dizzy. She had never kissed anyone but her husband before, not like this. A few goodnight kisses, but never anything like this.

His hand stroked her side and then moved up to cup one of her titties. She froze in fear as she felt his hand covering her big, round tit.

"I've never been unfaithful to my husband," she whispered.

"Don't worry about it, baby," John said. "I'll never tell."

John's hand slipped down the front of her gown and lifted out her creamy titty. His fingers started stroking her titty-flesh. She cried out as she felt her nipple harden with pleasure. John bent over and kissed her hard pink nipple.

"You're making me crazy," she whispered. She felt like she was on fire. She had never felt this way before, not even with her husband. There was something about John's hands and lips that felt far more experienced than her husband, or any man she'd ever met.

"Just stretch out here, baby," John said. "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt!"

John slipped the strap down of her evening gown so that her other tit popped free. He began to kiss one and then the other. Her nipples felt like tiny balls of fire. He sucked each of them into his mouth and rolled them underneath his tongue. She had always considered her husband a good fuck, but he had never made her feel this way. John's free hand moved all over her body. His other hand kept stroking the tit he wasn't sucking.

She felt his tongue moving down until he was kissing the area just above her green gown. She felt his tongue sliding inside her gown and then he drew back.

"I'm going to take that off you, baby," John said. "I've dreamed of having you like this since the first time I ever saw you. I got a hard-on just watching your jiggling ass!"

He was sliding her gown all the way down while he was talking to her. She didn't seem to have the strength to stop him. He dropped the gown on the floor and sat back to look at her.

"Shit, you're beautiful," he said. "You're so fucking beautiful!"

She could feel his hot eyes going all over her, caressing her lush body. She felt his eyes stop at the place between her thighs. His hand moved up between her thighs and touched her cunt.

"You got plenty of pussy hair," he told her. "I like a woman with a lot of pussy hair!"

His hand started rubbing her pussy right through her panties. She reached down to unhook her garter belt but he stopped her.

"No, baby," he told her. "I'll take off the panties. Leave the rest of that stuff on. I like a garter belt and high heels."

He helped her slip her panties off to leave her naked except for what he wanted left on. She moaned in pleasure as his hand moved between her thighs again.

She felt two of his fingers nudging her pussy lips apart. His fingers jabbed deep inside her. She tried to close her thighs together as the first shiver of pleasure jolted her. It felt so strange having another man's fingers besides her husband's inside her pussy. It also felt exciting as hell.

His fingers started working in and out. It took only a few moments before her body started to respond. Her ass started lifting off the bed to meet his fingers.

"Oh," she said softly. "Oh."

"Yeah, baby," John said. "Move that sweet ass. You like getting finger-fucked, don't you, whore?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh yes!"

His fingers worked faster in and out of her already wet pussy. She could feel the edge of his fingers rubbing against her clit. Each time he did, another jolt of pleasure went through her. She felt herself lifting her ass even higher to meet his thrusting fingers. He sat up straight so that he could watch his fingers sliding into her pussy. It was turning him on. He could already feel his prick ready to break out of his pants.

"Play with your tits, cunt," he told her. "I want to see you fingering yourself."

"I couldn't do that," she whispered. She was humiliated at the thought of his watching such a private thing. She felt him pulling his fingers out of her.

"No," she moaned. "Don't stop."

"Then do what I tell you, bitch," he demanded.

She couldn't stand the thought of his taking his fingers out of her cunt. She lifted her hands up and started massaging her full tits. She ran her fingertips over her hardened nipples. It did feel good. She found herself rubbing her tits a little harder. She gasped as his fingers stabbed back into her fiery pussy hole once more.

"That's the way, baby," he said. "Go ahead and play with your big tits. Play with them."

His eyes were excited as he watched this beautiful young woman playing with her tits. He had to reach down and touch his fat cock. He took her hand and pulled it down to his pants. Her fingers started stroking the length of his cock while she still played with her round tits with her other hand.

"Take it out, baby. Take it out and feel it good. You're going to get my fat cock in a little while."

It made Caroline tremble as she unzipped his trousers and slipped a hand inside the opening. She discovered that he wasn't wearing any shorts. His sweaty cock jumped in her fingers.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly pulled it out of the opening. It was the first cock she'd ever touched that wasn't her husband's. It made her shiver with delight and apprehension. Yet, she couldn't stop. She was too hot.

"It's so big," she moaned.

He took his fingers out of her cunt. She begged him to put his fingers back inside her, but instead he took her hand off her tits and put her hand between her legs.

"Let me see you playing with your pussy while I undress, baby."

That was another thing that Caroline had never done except in the privacy of her own bedroom. Even her husband had never seen her doing anything like this. Again, she couldn't stop herself. She slid two fingers into her wet pussy and started rubbing her clitty. She watched John get up and start undressing. He had a good, flat body. His cock looked as hard as rock and his heavy balls looked like they were filled with cum.

This time he got back on the couch with her. He started kissing her mouth and driving his tongue into her mouth. His hands moved down her back and started massaging her ass. She had to gasp with pain and pleasure when she felt him ramming a finger up into her asshole.

"Feel my cock, baby," he said. "Feel it against your belly."

"Oh yes," she moaned.

"You want it in your cunt, baby?" he asked. "You want to feel my hard cock in your pussy?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I want to feel it... I want your cock."

"Beg me, bitch. Beg me for my cock. Tell me how you want to be fucked like a whore. Do it, bitch!"

At that moment she couldn't have refused him anything he wanted. She slipped her hand between them and she wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock. She started running her fingers up and down the thick throbbing prick.

"Please fuck me like a whore," she begged. "Please stick your big cock in my pussy!"

It was all that he needed. He spread her legs apart and she felt his huge cock moving between her legs. His cock pushed against her furry cunt. She spread her legs wide and she felt his cock pop just inside her cuntlips.

"Stick it all the way inside me," she cried. "I need it. Fuck me with that big dick!"

Her pussy was wet enough so that he had no trouble sliding his cock all the way up her twat. She moaned and twisted as she felt his prick filling up her pussy hole. He really had a nice cock. She lifted up her ass and took his cock even deeper into her pussy.

"Fuck me hard," she moaned. "Oh please, fuck me hard!"

John started to ram his cock into her. He didn't fuck her fast, but slow and deep. Her body vibrated with pleasure each time he rammed her. She could feel his cum dripping inside her cunt.

"Lift your legs, baby," he told her. "Wrap them around my back."

"Oh yes," she whispered. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back. She had already lost control. She was bucking at his cock like a wild woman. He really he started to give it back to her. His heavy balls slapped her asscheeks as he fucked her.

"You sweet bitch," he moaned. "Your cunt feels like fire. It's burning my cock up!"

He moved his hand up to her silky hair. He grabbed two thick handfuls of her hair as he rammed her pussy harder and harder. She could feel the knot in her belly.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "I'm there. I'm almost there. Oh shit, I'm going to come. It feels so good! It feels so fucking good! Coming, I'M COMING!"

She had never come this way before. She could feel her body being rocked with explosions that left her weak and quivery all aver. Her pussy flooded John's cock with juice. It allowed John's cock to slam into her, even deeper.

"Keep moving your hot ass, baby," he moaned. "Keep moving that big, hot ass."

She was almost exhausted but she kept moving her ass. She started rubbing her melon-shaped tits against his chest as hard as she could. Her hand moved between them and she found his balls. She rubbed his balls with her fingers. They were even heavier with cum than they had been before.

"Oh shit, baby," he gasped. "You're going to make me blow it. You're going to make me fucking blow it! Oh shit, baby! It feels so good, SO FUCKING GOOD!"

She felt how fat and thick his cock was. It felt as big as her cunt could hold. She felt the hot trembling that went through his body, and then his thick cum was shooting into her pussy. It felt like his cock was shooting a gallon of cum into her pussy. She kept lifting up her ass and taking his cock into her pussy to his balls. She felt his prick cream running out of her pussy and wetting her thighs. Finally she felt him sigh and relax.

"Sweet shit, baby," he moaned. "That was the best piece of ass I've had in a long fucking time!"

She didn't move until his cock went limp and slipped out of her. He stood up near the bed and he reached for her head. He took a handful of her silky hair and rubbed his cock clean with it. Somehow it was cleaning his cock like this that humiliated her worse than anything else he had done. It made her realize that all he considered her to be was a piece of ass, a cheap piece of cunt. A man like John would never have any respect for a woman.

"I've got to go now," John said, as he started dressing. "But I'm going to see you again, baby. I'm not going to let a piece of ass like you get away."

Caroline lay there for a long while wondering what in the hell she had gotten into.

Caroline kept wondering why she felt so little guilt over what had happened. She'd always been a good girl, the kind of girl who would never even consider kissing on the first date. Yet, John Richardson had practically raped her without even asking.

And it was fantastic.

Perhaps that was part of why Caroline didn't feel guilty. Sex with Rick had always been nice, but it had never been anything like what had happened with John. She had thought that she'd had orgasms with Rick, but it had been different with John.

That was why Caroline had known what was going to happen when Rick had come home on a Friday night full of excitement about the private dinner party with the vice president. Rick thought he was getting ahead with the company.

Caroline knew what John was really after, and she didn't mind in the least.

The private dinner party was at a swank dinner club downtown. Caroline had never been in a place so luxurious in her life. Everything was paid for by the firm. There were only three other couples and all of them were high-priced lawyers that the company was hoping to make change jobs.

Rick didn't understand why he was there, but Caroline knew the moment she met John. He was with a short, sexy blond who wore a strapless dress and had such big tits that the dress barely held them up.

"This is Dee Wallace," John said. "I hope you two girls get to know one another."

So Rick talked business with other lawyers while Caroline spent the evening talking to Dee. In five minutes Caroline found out that Dee was a professional model. Caroline knew better. Dee was a professional all right, but her job had nothing to do with posing.

Caroline wasn't surprised when John came walking across the room toward her. He had been drinking a lot, but it didn't show. He bent over and his eyes leered down her green gown.

"I've seen that gown before," John said.

"Yes," she told him.

"Could you and Dee come with me for a few minutes?" John asked. "I'd like to show you something."

"But Rick?" Caroline protested.

"He's so busy he won't miss you," John said. "I promise you that. Besides, he won't question me."

Caroline's mouth felt dry. She knew what might happen if she went off with John. She wanted it to happen, but she was still scared of her husband finding out.

"Don't worry about Rick," John said. He took her hand and she followed as meekly as she'd followed him before. They walked out of the dining room and into a large, spacious room that had nothing but a couch and lush carpeting.

"What is this room?" Caroline asked.

"It's a room for special guests," Dee told her. "And you're a very special guest."

"I don't understand," Caroline said.

Dee moved close and Caroline felt her big, round tits rubbing against her arm. Caroline jumped back as if she'd been bitten. Dee was smiling. John walked over and sat down on the couch.

Dee was pressing herself against Caroline again. Caroline kept backing away until her back was against the door and she couldn't go any farther. Dee was still smiling. Her shapely tits pressed against Caroline's tits.

"Don't be shy," Dee said. "John likes to look at a little show now and then. I can make you reach for the stars."

"You're crazy," she said. "You leave me alone."

There were tears in Caroline's eyes and she could hardly see as she tried to unlock the door. She couldn't seem to find the lock. Suddenly a fierce pain went through her body. She found herself falling to her knees. She gasped for breath for a few minutes. She found herself looking up at Dee.

"What did you do to me?" Caroline asked. "Just a little kidney punch, honey," Dee said. "It won't hurt for long."

Caroline had been pretty athletic in high school. And right now she was mad as hell. No little whore was going to kidney punch her and get away with it. Dee was still grinning when Caroline came quickly off her knees and tackled Dee around the knees. Dee made one gasp of surprise as she went backwards and landed on her ass.

Caroline closed one hand into a fist and swung her arm in a brutal roundhouse blow. Dee wasn't able to move in time. Dee caught the blow on her chin and it nearly knocked her out. Caroline was getting ready to hit her again when John caught her arm.

"Take it easy, honey," John said.

"That little cunt is going to get the shit beat out of her," Caroline said.

"No, she's not," John said. "She was only doing what I told her to do."

Caroline looked up in shock. "What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"I know what kind of woman you are, baby," John said. "You're a hot-assed bitch. It didn't take me but five seconds to have you on your back with your legs spread. You're looking for a little excitement and I'm going to give it to you."

"I want to leave," Caroline said.

"No, you don't, honey," John said. "You don't want to leave. Not yet."

His voice sounded so soft and soothing. His hand slipped down the front of her gown and gently cupped her titty. She tried to fight the sudden rush of feeling that went through her. It didn't work. In a second she could feel her nipples getting hard and starting to ache.

He lifted her titty out of the gown. She felt the cool air touching her nipples and turning them to rock-hard points. She felt his fingers brushing across her stiff nipples.

"I want to go now," she whispered, but she made no move to leave.

"Come here, Dee," John said.

Caroline didn't realize it but she was already pushing her creamy titty against John's hand. Dee was looking angry as she moved close again. Her anger faded away as she looked at Caroline's titty.

"Beautiful," Dee said softly.

"Kiss it," John commanded.

Caroline tried to move away but John's hands stopped her. Then it was too late. She was lowering her head and her red lips touched the end of Caroline's nipple. Caroline felt an electric shiver going through her.

Dee knew what she was doing. The little blond opened her mouth and captured the springy hard nipple in her mouth. Dee closed gently with her teeth and Caroline moaned softly.

"That's the way, Dee," John said. "You're starting to make her feel good!"

The sexy little blond immediately opened her mouth wider and began to suck hard at Caroline's creamy tit. Caroline tried to pull away, but each sucking motion of Dee's mouth made Caroline feel a little weaker.

"Suck and lick them both," John said. "The little bitch is loving it now!"

Dee began moving her head back and forth between Caroline's big tits. Her mouth was a sucking machine, fastening like a leech to each of Caroline's hard nipples. For the first time, Caroline moaned softly.

"Yeah," John said. "I knew she'd start loving it. Dee's got a sweet mouth, Caroline. She's sucked more tits and cunt than you'll ever see!"

Caroline couldn't fight John's hand when he reached behind her back and unhooked her gown. He unzipped it all the way down the back and then slid it down her body. She was left wearing nothing but her high-heel pumps, her green panties, and her green garter belt.

She impressed Dee so much that Dee had to step back and give a soft whistle.

"She is a good-looking thing, just like you promised," Dee said. "I wonder if her pussy tastes as sweet as her creamy tits."

"Why don't you find out?" John suggested.

"Please don't do anything else," Caroline begged, but deep inside her she knew she would be willing to let them do anything they wanted.

Dee took Caroline by the hand and led her over to the couch. Dee barely shrugged her shoulders and her huge round tits popped free of the strapless gown. Caroline's eyes widened as she looked at those huge tits with the hot pink nipples.

"Do you like my tits?" Dee asked. Dee answered her own question. "Why don't you kiss them for me?"

"I can't," Caroline protested.

John sat down on the other side of them. He had stripped to his shorts. He started rubbing his legs against Caroline's. She turned around to him and he kissed her mouth in a wicked kiss. Caroline gasped for breath when he released her.

"Now kiss Dee's big titties," John commanded.

It wasn't something she wanted to do, but somehow she found herself being forced over. For the first time she touched her lips against another woman's big tits. Her body trembled as she tasted Dee's salty flesh.

"Suck at them hard," Dee moaned. "Open your mouth and suck at them hard!"

Caroline found herself opening her mouth wider and sucking at Dee's titty flesh. At the same time she could feel John reaching around her to cup her titties he caught her nipples between his fingers and began squeezing them hard. She could feel the ripples of pleasure going through her body. She hadn't wanted this to happen, but now she had lost control.

She raised her head and kissed Dee's mouth. She gasped with pleasure as she felt Dee's mouth open and Dee's tongue touching hers gently. She wiggled her tongue against Dee's.

"You sweet bitch," John said. "You've got tits that just fill up a man's hands. You are one sweet piece of ass."

Caroline was fast forgetting about the party and about all those men outside. The only thing she could think about was how John's rough hands massaged her tits, and how good Dee's tongue felt in her mouth. She had never known how soft another woman's mouth could be.

"Take your panties off," Dee said. "Hurry up, honey. I want to touch your pussy!"

She trembled but she helped them, strip her panties down her long legs. She was still wearing her garter belt, but that only excited Dee a little more. Caroline moaned as she felt Dee's hand moving, up between her thighs and touching her wet pussy.

"That feels nice," Caroline moaned. "Nice!"

Dee's searching fingers quickly found Caroline's cunt. Caroline spread her legs wider as Dee's fingers started ramming in and out of her pussy. Caroline had never felt anything quite like those probing fingers. They felt so soft and experienced and they touched everything inside her cunt.

Caroline felt herself being pulled back on the couch. She felt something hard and wet against her cheek. She turned her face and she realized that John had stripped off his shorts. Now his rigid prick was rubbing her cheek.

"Kiss it, bitch," John said. "Kiss my big hard cock!"

Caroline had never done that before to any man, not even her husband.

But she lifted her head and touched her lips to the massive head of his sweaty hard cock. He gasped and started rubbing his prick against her lips. For the first time in her life Caroline tasted cum. She drew her head back but John grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her back.

"Take it in your mouth, baby," he said. "Don't worry. It's not going to bite you. Take it in that beautiful mouth."

This time it was Dee who was massaging Caroline's titties. Dee's gentle stroking fingers sent shiver after shiver of pleasure through her. She couldn't resist the impulse to put her head back. Her lips gently caressed the end of John's prick. Her red lips opened. She felt John's cockhead smearing the inside of her mouth with his cum. She opened her mouth wider and she let his tongue slide up over her tongue.

"That's it, baby," John moaned. "You're learning quick."

John leaned back and let her lean against him. Her mouth slowly sucked up more of his fat cock. His prick went deep inside her mouth, deeper than she would have ever believed she could take it. She felt his cockhead at the back of his throat. Her mouth felt squishy with his cum.

He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth.

His prick was dripping with her saliva.

"Nice, baby," John said. "Real nice. I bet it makes your pussy hot to suck my dick!"

Caroline had to admit that there was something happening to her pussy. She could feel a wetness between her legs and an itchy feeling. It made her lower her head again and take his fat cock between her lips.

"Let your teeth skim it," John said. "Catch my cock around the cockhead and pull on it."

She closed her hungry mouth around his dock and she started pulling her head back. She let her teeth skim against his cockhead and she could feel his groans of pleasure. He grabbed both sides of her head and crammed more of his cockmeat inside her mouth.

"Suck it good, bitch," John said. "Suck it good and hard!"

Out of the corner of her eye Caroline saw that Dee had finished undressing. She really had a nice-looking body. She started bending over Caroline and licking the insides of her thighs.

Caroline raised her head. "What are you doing?"

"Just stretch out while you're sucking his cock," Dee said. "I'm going to take you to new heights of pleasure."

John was forcing her forward and Dee was leaning against her back. There was nothing else that she could do. She stretched out on her stomach. Her hot lips still worked up and down John's hardened prick. She felt Dee's tongue rubbing between the cracks of her ass. It made Caroline shiver. She felt Dee's tongue slowly moving down to her pussy hole. Caroline tried to twist her ass away. This didn't seem right. She wasn't sure she wanted it to happen.

"Don't try to get away from me, sugar," Dee said. "I'm going to eat that sweet pussy. John's been telling me all about you, and I'm going to taste your stuff!"

There was nothing she could do to get away. A moment later she felt Dee's tongue probing at her pussy hole. It felt strange. She felt herself spreading her thighs wider as Dee's tongue began to get active.

"She likes what you're doing to her," John said.

Caroline could feel his hands in her hair as her mouth moved up and down his slippery cock. She felt his cum mixing with her saliva and dripping down the sides of his cock. She lifted her hand up and started playing with his balls. They felt heavy, just as they had before when he fucked her. It made her shiver as she remembered all that cum he had shot into her pussy.

"You're doing fine, baby," John said. "You're doing really good. Just keep sucking my mouth like that, honey. Just keep working your sweet head up and down!"

She was beginning to deep-throat him. She was getting his cock all the way down inside her throat, so deep that his horse cock was almost choking her. Still, she didn't gag and she seemed to breathe easier each time she sucked his cock.

"She tastes sweeter than cock," Dee said, as she lifted her head.

"Well put your fucking tongue in there deep," John said.

Dee did more than put her tongue inside Caroline's pussy. This time she tongued at Caroline's clitty. Shiver after shiver went through Caroline. She forgot about her objections to having a woman kiss her cunt. Now all she could think about was that it felt so good.

Dee sucked at the clitty until she had it inside her mouth. She held it under her tongue and started pulling at it with tiny jerking movements of her head. Caroline almost screamed. She was gobbling all that thick cock almost to his balls. She closed her eyes. She had never felt so dreamy. She was feeling her pussy juices smearing Dee's mouth, but Dee didn't seem to mind. The little blonde seemed to have a lot of experience at sucking cunt.

"Oh shit yeah," John said. "You're really making her hot now. You're really getting her worked up. Keep sucking on her clitty like that!"

Dee's mouth was moving deep into her cunt and sucking hard on Caroline's clitty. Caroline could feel the knot in her belly and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She was shocked by the thought that she could come with a woman sucking her cunt. What kind of woman was she? Still, she couldn't keep from moving her pussy against Dee's mouth. It just felt so good.

Caroline could feel John's cock getting bigger and thicker inside her mouth. She could feel his cum dripping into her mouth. His cum felt salty on her tongue. She had to swallow a little faster as more of his cum dripped down her throat.

"Oh shit yeah," John groaned. "I'm going to shoot it down your fucking throat. I'm going to blow it. I'm going to blow my fucking wad! I'm going to shoot it! I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT MY CUM!"

She thought she was prepared, but she wasn't ready to take the sudden thick spurting of his salty-tasting cum. His cum was spraying the roof of her mouth and then clogging her throat. She couldn't breathe. She had to draw her head back and start swallowing frantically, but most of his cum dripped down her chin to her tits. John pulled her head back and let the rest of his cum run down, her lips and cover her cheeks. She felt wet and sticky, but she couldn't think about that now. The only thing on her mind was the way that Dee was ramming her tongue into her pussy. It was making her crazy. She started rubbing her tits against the couch. Her nipples felt hard and achy.

"Eat me," she moaned. "Oh please eat! My pussy hurts so had. Eat me, honey!"

She knew she was completely crazy. She wanted to turn around and grab Dee's blond head. She couldn't twist around. All she could was put her face back against John's crotch. Her tongue ran up and down his cock, licking all the rest of his cum away. But she was hardly thinking about his cock. Her pussy felt too good.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, it feels good. Oh fuck, your tongue feels so fucking good! I'm going to come. Oh shit, I'm going to come! OH FUCK!"

Dee didn't move her face away from Caroline's cunt as Caroline started coming. She felt Dee swallowing her juices and then sucking for more. It was fantastic. She felt weak as the last few shivers of pleasure went through her.

Dee raised her head. Her lips were smeared with juice. Caroline started to turn back over but instead she felt Dee moving up her body. Dee was suddenly lying flat on top of her. Caroline could feel Dee's tits against her back.

"What are you doing now?" Caroline asked.

"Dee's going to fuck your ass," John explained. "She doesn't have a cock but she enjoys it this way!"

Caroline didn't understand until she felt Dee rubbing her pussy against her ass; it didn't take Dee long. Almost immediately Caroline could feel the ripples of pleasure going through Dee's body. Caroline felt Dee's hands sliding underneath her to grab her tits.

"I'm riding your ass," Dee groaned. "I'm riding your fucking ass! Oh shit, you whore. You fucking cunt! You cunt. You cheap-assed cunt. OH SHIT!"

It didn't seem possible, but Caroline could feel the hot juices in the crack of her ass. Caroline realized that Dee could almost come like a man. Caroline's ass felt as wet as her face and tits, and just as tacky.

"You'll find a bathroom through there," John said. "Clean yourself up. I wouldn't want your husband to see cum all over you when he sees you again."

John and Dee laughed and again Caroline felt that awful humiliation. But there was nothing she could do about it. She did as she was told and went to clean herself up.

Caroline was not sleepy, even though she could hear Rick snoring loudly beside her. Rick was happy. He had been in a horny mood that evening and he had pounced on her almost as soon as he walked through the door. His fucking was fast and furious. She had just been getting warmed up when suddenly Rick groaned and shot his thick wad into her pussy. He didn't seem to care about her needs. He simply kissed her and then rolled over and went to sleep.

It made her angry.

She kept thinking of John and how satisfied he had made her. She knew she didn't like John very much, but she also knew that she had never met a man quite like him. Just thinking of him made her itch all over.

Caroline couldn't stand the snoring anymore and she carefully got of bed. She had taken a long bath a little while before, but even that had not made her sleepy. In the bath she had done something she hadn't done in a long while. She had fingered her pussy until she reached a climax. It hadn't been a satisfying one, but at least it eased the ache that Rick had started with his clumsy fucking.

But now the itch was back, and it was so bad that she was tempted to wake Rick up for another session.

Two things stopped her. First of all she knew how badly Rick needed his sleep. The work was getting harder every day. Secondly, she wasn't sure if Rick could satisfy her. He probably wouldn't be able to get his pecker hard the second time.

Caroline wasn't a drinker, but at that moment she needed a drink. She had some wine in the kitchen but that wasn't what she needed. She needed something stiffer than that. She glanced at the clock on the bedroom wall. It was a little past nine p.m. The bar in the apartment complex would still be open.

Caroline had never gone down there by herself, but tonight she badly needed to get out of that stuffy apartment. She dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a pullover, blouse. She thought about putting on a bra but then decided against it. The blouse was heavy enough to hide the outlines of her tits and she wasn't going to be gone that long.

She decided to just be comfortable.

It took her five minutes to walk from her apartment to the bar. It was not crowded, as she'd known it wouldn't be. The bar was a quiet place for those working men and woman to have a quick drink before going home.

There was only one man in the bar. He gave her an appraising glance as she came in. He liked what he saw because he smiled. She didn't smile back. She wasn't in the mood for that.

She went straight to the bar and ordered a cold drink. She had barely sat down at a dark table when the man came down toward her. She saw that he was a big, muscular man. He wore tight jeans and a shirt opened halfway down the front to reveal his curly black chest hairs. He had on a cowboy hat and boots.

He didn't say anything to her, at first. He simply stood at her table while his hungry eyes went up and down her lush body.

"Well?" she asked finally.

"You're a good-looking piece," he told her.

"And you look like an ape," she said. "Go away and leave me alone."

"Some women like apes," he said. "My name's Jim Everette. I live one apartment down from you. I know who you are, Caroline. I've seen you around."

"That's flattering," she told him. "But right now I'm in no mood for conversation." Usually Caroline could send men away just by glaring at them, but perhaps Jim was seeing something in her that John had also seen. He didn't go away. He sat down across from her and pressed his knee against her thigh.

"You're out pretty late, honey," he said. "Did you and hubby have a fight?"

"That's none of your business," she said.

"I'd certainly never fight with a pretty thing like you," he said.

She had to admit that his flattery was getting to her. It was just the sort of thing she really wanted to hear. She wanted to be called beautiful. She realized something else. She had come to that bar looking for some kind of excitement. She was finding it in this handsome, brutish-looking man.

"Let's get out of this place," he said. "Let's go up to my apartment where we can party."

It happened as simply as that. She finished her drink and he took her arm and walk her to his apartment. His apartment was a little bigger than the one she shared with her husband. It also looked a lot more masculine.

"I want you to know that I don't usually come up to a man's apartment like this," she said.

"Sure, honey," Jim said.

Jim put his arm around her. She felt a shiver go through her. His hand dropped and cupped her asscheek. He squeezed it hard and it sent a few more ripples of pleasure through her. He turned her around and kissed her mouth.

She opened her mouth a little shyly as she felt the first gentle touch of his tongue. Immediately her mouth opened wider and she felt his tongue ramming down her throat. She kissed him hard. She wasn't feeling so shy anymore. She felt both his hands cupping her ass and squeezing hard. It made her knees feel weak.

"You've got a beautiful ass," he told her. "Let's go over and sit on the couch."

She didn't protest because she knew this was what she had come to his apartment for. She had wanted to get laid by this big, handsome man, and that was what was going to happen.

They sat down together on the couch. He started kissing her again, driving his tongue into her mouth as deep as he could. She gasped for breath when he released her.

"I've got to kiss those big tits," he told her. She had to bend over so he could pull the blouse off her head. Her black hair was a tangled mess, but he didn't seem to mind. His eyes fastened on her creamy tits with the big pink nipples. She felt another shiver go through her at the touch of his hot eyes.

"Shit, what a pair," he said.

He pushed her back on the couch. His hungry mouth touched her neck and then her throat. She felt his lips moving down to her creamy tits. His tongue flicked around one hard nipple.

"Take it in your mouth," she whispered. "That feels so good. Take it in your mouth and suck on it!"

Jim laughed at the hungry passion of this young woman. She was acting like she hadn't been fucked in years. He opened his mouth and let the nipple slide over his tongue. He opened a little wider and her creamy tit slid deeper into his mouth. He sucked a little harder and he could feel the shiverish vibrations going through this woman's body.

He moved his mouth to the other pink tit. His tongue kept flickering around the nipple and causing her to shiver. He sucked at her titty-flesh like it was candy. He gobbled as much of her creamy titty as he could get inside his mouth. He felt her wiggling with pleasure. He moved his hungry mouth over to her other tit. He bit down gently on the nipple. She put her hands in his hair. He kept nibbling at the hard nipple with his teeth. He moved his tongue down to the beginning of her jeans. He felt her pushing her ass off the couch.

"Alright, baby," Jim said. "If that's what you want."

Jim unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down her hips. Even Caroline was surprised that she was allowing this to happen so quickly. She kept telling herself that she was a good girl, and yet she kept behaving wickedly. She knew her husband would die if he saw her as she was now.

"Let me take everything off," he said. He pulled off her jeans completely and then pulled off her panties. He sat back and made her spread her pussy lips with her fingers. She had painted her fingernails earlier and he thought that it was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen.

"Put your fingers inside your pussy," Jim said.

"But I've never done anything like that."

"Do it," Jim demanded.

She nodded. She slid two fingers inside her cunt. She hadn't realized she was so hot. She felt her body shiver as she played with herself. She looked up at Jim.

Jim was undressing as he watched her play with her cunt. He was a husky, hairy beast. He rippled with hard muscles. She had never seen anyone like him before.

"You really are gorgeous," he said.

Jim sat down beside her. His hands started moving all over her body. She felt him playing with her massive tits again. It made him groan. He took her hand and pressed it against his big prick.

"Oh my goodness," she said.

"It's a big one, baby," he said. "But it's not going to kill you. It's going to make you feel real good!"

Her fingers closed around his fat cock and she started moving her hand up and down. She could feel the powerful throbbing in his cock. It was a lot bigger than the cocks she was used too. She could feel herself trembling as she played with it. She moved her hand up around the ridge of his cock and caressed it.

"Oh shit," he groaned. "Shit, that's nice!"

Her fingers kept moving up and down on his rigid cock. She moved her hand down to his heavy balls. She rubbed her fingers across them and felt his prick jump. She felt cum running down over her fingers. She moved her hand back up to the swollen cockhead. He hadn't come, but there was plenty of lubricating cream.

"Your cock feels so good in my hand," she whispered. "I bet it would feel even better everywhere else!"

She put both hands on his cock. She used one hand to fondle his balls while her other hand stroked his rigid prick. She was getting excited simply by rubbing the cock.

"Lay down on the floor," Jim demanded.

"What?" she asked.

"Just get down on the fucking floor, bitch," Jim said.

She was shocked by the tone of his voice and she moved quickly. She stretched out on his living-room floor. She spread her legs because she was thinking that he was going to fuck her. Instead Jim stood over her body and started rubbing his cock.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm too fucking excited," Jim said. "I'm going to let you have my first one right in the face, bitch. I think you'll enjoy it this way anyway."

She felt degraded as she lay underneath Jim. At the same time she felt as excited as she'd ever felt. She watched his massive cockhead as he started jerking himself off. He sat down on her belly. He leaned forward so that his cock rubbed between her tits.

"Hold your tits together, baby," he told her.

She knew what he wanted and she held her tits together around his swollen cock. He moved back and forth between her tits. She could feel his fat knob rubbing between her tits and leaving a trail of his slimy cum. She could see his cockhead appearing between her tits.

"On your face, you cunt," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my cum in your face. I'm going to shoot my fucking cum. You're going to get my cum in your face! OH SHIT. OH FUUUCK!"

His cock appeared between her tits and she felt the first hot drops of jism on her face. She felt some of his cum clinging to her eyelashes. She closed her eyes just as she felt the rest of his sticky cum shooting into her face and hair. She felt like a mess. He grabbed her hand and made her put her fingers in the sticky gobs of cum on her face.

"Rub your fingers around, baby," he said. "Let me watch while you rub my jism all over your body."

He sat on the couch and watched and played with his cock as she rubbed his jism all over her tits, belly, and thighs. She rubbed some of his jism against her pussy hair. Her body seemed to smell of his cum. It excited her. She could feel her juices soaking her cunthairs.

"Keep playing with yourself like that, baby," Jim said. "Keep using your fingers."

Her body was already on fire. Her hands only made things worse. She stroked her titties and her pussy and she could fee! The excited shivers running up between her thighs. Her fingers dripped with juice. She crammed two fingers inside herself. She could hear Jim groaning arid she turned to look at him. Jim was stroking his cock again and it was almost hard.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked her.

"I want your cock, baby," she whispered. "I need your cock. I need it bad! I want to be fucked with your big cock!"

She was really acting lewd. She turned her cunt toward him. She started lifting her ass and spreading her thighs so that he could look right into the plump pink of her pussy. He could see her painted fingers fucking herself.

"Shit, baby," he said. "You're really getting to me. You're really fucking getting to me!"

His prick had gotten hard again. She knew he was ready for her. She sobbed as he got down on the floor with her. He took her hand away from her pussy.

"Roll over on your stomach, baby," he told her. "Roll over and lift up your ass. I'm going to give it to you hard from behind!"

She was willing to do anything as long as he gave her that fantastic cock. She rolled over on her belly and lifted her ass. She felt his swollen knob touching her cunt. He moved slowly and she felt his cockhead stretching her pussy walls.

"Oh yes," she whispered. "That's what I want. Oh yes, give it to me."

Jim rammed his prick all the way into her snug pussy. He felt her groaning and squirming with hot pleasure. He left his cock inside her for a moment without moving. He hadn't expected this foxy little bitch to be so hot and tight. Her pussy was tighter than shit.

"Come on and fuck me," she whispered. "I need it so bad. Come on and fuck me hard!"

Jim began to fuck her in hard, deep strokes. She had never felt a cock so deep before. It felt like his cock was all the way into her belly. She started moving her ass back against him and tightening up her pussy walls. His fat cock was really getting deep inside her pussy. She loved it.

She reached behind them and found his balls. Her fingertips caressed his heavy balls and made her shiver with delight. He kept ramming it into her. He reached around and grabbed her tits. They were hanging almost low enough to touch the floor. His fingertips started rubbing her nipples.

"Oh yes," she cried. "You're making me feel so good all over. You're making me feel so good!"

Jim began to fuck her cunt a little harder. His heavy balls slapped her with each hard stroke. She could feel her body shaking each time he slammed into her. She had the feeling that her pussy was going to be sore the next day, but she didn't care about that. All she could care about was that it felt so good.

She was the one who lost control as she felt the first shiver of pleasure rocking her body. She started slamming back against his cock as hard as she could. His prick was really getting deeper. She could feel his prick getting fatter.

"Oh yes," she cried. "This is what I need. Oh, I need it so bad. It feels so good! Your big prick feels so good! It's going to make me come. It's making me come! OH SHIT! SHIT! FUUUUCK!"

Her body rocked back and forth. She was afraid she was going to split apart. She kept trembling even after the last shudder of pleasure went through her. She could feel her cunt juices soaking Jim's hard cock.

Jim didn't slow down. He kept ramming his fat cock into her pussy from behind. She had to take a breath, but then she started rocking back to meet his thrusts. She wanted to satisfy him just as she had been satisfied. She tightened her pussy walls around his cock again. She was milking his cock with the walls of her pussy.

"Come in me," she moaned. "Shoot your hot cum in me. Shoot your cum in me!"

He kept ramming her and she felt his cum dripping inside her. She tightened her cunt again.

"Baby, I'm going to shoot," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my fucking cum. Shit, baby, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good! I'm coming! I'M FUCKING COMING!"

This time he shot his wad of hot cum inside her pussy. She felt his prick pumping again and again until her pussy was filled with cum. She kept tightening her pussy walls to make sure she got every drop of cum from his fat prick. She finally felt him sigh and rein.

"That was fantastic, baby," he told her. "That was the best piece of pussy I've ever had."

Caroline got up and started dressing. He reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going, sugar?" he asked.

"I've got to get home."

"We've got time for another, baby," Jim said.

Caroline stopped dressing.

Rick knew that there was something troubling Caroline, but he would have never guessed what it was. He didn't protest when Caroline wanted to spend the weekend with her father. Her father still lived a couple of hundred miles away and Caroline decided she would fly so that she'd get there sooner.

Rick took her to the airport and kissed her tenderly.

"Don't worry about me, honey," he told her. "I'll get along fine. Just have a good time with your dad."

"Thanks," Caroline said.

As Caroline got on the plane she kept thinking what a wicked woman she was. Her husband was a nice guy who was doing his best. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't give her everything she wanted. She was turning into a real bitch.

That was why she wanted to spend the weekend with her father. She had always been able to explain things to her dad. He had lived alone ever since her mother died and he'd always been there when she needed him.

This time she needed him worse than she had ever needed him.

The plane was pretty empty and Caroline was surprised when the young stewardess directed her to first-class section.

"But I'm not going first class," she protested.

"That's all right. Tonight's going to be a dead night and we decided to put everyone in first class."

The stewardess didn't tell the complete truth. They didn't put everyone in first class. Only herself and a young, good-looking man in an expensive suit.

The stewardess closed, the curtains on first class and left them alone.

"Well," Caroline said. "I've ridden first class a few times and this is as nice as I've ever seen it."

"This is not exactly first class," the young man explained. "This is executive class. My name's Paul Johnson and I'm an executive with the airlines."

"But what am I doing up here with you?" she asked.

Paul Johnson shrugged. "I just didn't feel like riding by myself tonight and I told the girl to bring in the first pretty girl who got on the plane."

Caroline felt herself blushing down to her toes. She had always been a sucker for compliments and it seemed like she was getting them more and more lately. Of course, a handsome man paying her compliments was the last thing she needed right now.

"Maybe I shouldn't stay up here," she said.

"Nonsense," Paul said. "It's nicer up here and I really would appreciate the company. Please stay."

He really was nice and polite and Caroline thought that there wouldn't be any harm in sitting down. She took a seat across from him and crossed her legs. She noticed the way his eyes went to her legs. That was normal. Men had always looked at her long, shapely legs. She was really getting nervous as hell. It wasn't like she was a nympho or something. She could control herself. She wasn't going to get laid by any man who wanted her.

"Do you travel our airlines often?" Paul asked.

"No," she answered. "My father lives a good distance away but this is the first time I've visited him since I've been married."

"I see," he said. "You know, you are a nice-looking woman. And very classy. Have you ever considered perhaps getting a job as a stewardess?"

She was flattered that he thought she was classy looking. And she remembered that little-girl dream of someday being a stewardess on an airline like this and traveling all over the world.

"I thought about, it once," she admitted.

"You should think about it again," Paul said. "You know, this airline now accepts applications from married women also. I think you'd have a good chance."

"I don't think so," she laughed.

She probably hadn't realized how sharp Paul was. She thought about it later, but couldn't decide if he had really been easing her into something. But somehow he had broken the ice and they were talking like old friends.

Paul knew how to talk. He had been almost everywhere and his descriptions of places he'd been soon had Caroline wanting to see them. The stewardess came in and brought them drinks. She hadn't even realized that any had been ordered. She sipped her cool drink and felt the alcohol going through her quickly. Paul moved over to sit beside her.

"I can't get over how pretty you are," he said. "I really think you should apply to be a stewardess."

"I don't think so," she said.

Paul put his hand on her silken knee. She felt his fingertips squeezing gently until it sent shivers up her thighs. She felt her body responding to the touch. She moved her knee away.

"Please, Paul," she said.

"Just relax, sugar," Paul said. "It's going to be a long trip. What's wrong with having a little fun?"

"The stewardess, Paul," Caroline said, flustered.

"Don't worry about her. She works for me, remember?"

Paul was kissing her. His tongue was thrusting at her mouth and somehow she had to open her mouth. She felt his tongue jabbing deep into her mouth. She started rubbing her tongue against his. She knew she was going to lose control again. She didn't want to, but she could feel it happening.

His hand was back on her knee again. She could feel his fingers slipping up her knees to her thighs. She could feel his fingertips burning her thighs.

"Please stop, Paul," she whispered. But Paul was smart enough to know that the woman didn't want him to stop. He kept kissing and stroking her. His hand moved all the way between her legs until he was touching her pussy.

"You have to stop, Paul," she moaned.

Paul started rubbing her pussy. Only her thin panties kept him from feeling her naked cuntlips. It didn't take him long to get around that. He edged his finger around her panties and started rubbing her hot cuntlips.

"Please don't, Paul," she moaned. "I'm a good woman. Please don't do that."

"Sure you're a good woman," he said. "You're a fantastic woman. A gorgeous woman. I'm just making you feel good. I'm just showing you how much I like you!"

His fingers edged into her pussy. Two fingers slowly worked in and out of her pussy there was no way she could fight the feelings growing inside her. She spread her legs a little wider and her hips began rotating against his fingers.

"Oh," she whispered softly. "Oh, it feels good."

He moved his other hand back to her creamy tit. His fingers closed around her rounded tit and began squeezing with the same gentle rhythm be was using to flngerfuck her.

Caroline understood what was happening to her. He was making her lose control of herself. She didn't want to be this way, but she couldn't seem to control the hungers in her body.

The stewardess walked in. Carolyn flushed red. She tried to straighten up, but she couldn't hide the fingers that probed her wet pussy. Paul didn't seem to be surprised. He turned his head and smiled at the stewardess. She brought another couple of drinks, patted Caroline on the head, and left quietly.

"What's happening to me?" she asked. "Why can't I behave like a lady?"

"You are a lady, baby," he said. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever seen. I love it when a lady turns into a good piece of ass!"

His hand started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She didn't have the strength to stop him. He unbuttoned it all the way down the front and slipped his hand inside. She could feel his hot fingertips on her bare belly. It made her shiver.

He moved his hand up to cup one of her titties. He squeezed it gently and she could feel her nipples turning into hard points. She gasped for breath.

"Lift up, baby," he told her. "Let me take this off!"

She couldn't seem to stop him from doing anything. She found herself willingly raising up so that he could unhook her bra. She let him pull her bra off her shoulders. Her rounded tits popped free.

"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful! You've got a pair of tits like basketballs."

He kept working his two fingers into her cunt. He bent his head and started licking her pink nipples. His mouth opened and he took one of those rigid nipples inside his mouth. He let his tongue wash her hard nipple. He opened his mouth wider and sucked it deeper into his mouth. He bit down gently with his teeth. Caroline started squirming faster. She felt those tot fingers probing faster and faster inside her pussy while his mouth sucked at her titties.

"You're making me feel crazy," she moaned. "Oh, you're making me feel so crazy!"

Paul took his fingers out of her pussy. She was feeling really hot. There was, fire in her pussy. She could feel her dripping juice soaking her panties. Paul got down on his knees on the floor. He lifted up her skirt and carefully I eased her panties down to the floor. Paul was looking up her pink twat. Everything she had was revealed to a man who was almost a stranger.

"I'm going to eat you," Paul said. "I can't remember when I've seen such a beautiful pussy. I'm going to eat you up."

"Oh please," she moaned softly.

Paul started kissing her thighs. She could feel his lips rubbing closer to her pussy. Her cunt juice smeared her pussy lips, but Paul didn't seem to mind.

Paul moved his lips up between her legs and started sucking at her cunthair.

He kept sucking the juice from her cunt and then spitting it out. He kept it up for what seemed like hours. Then his pink tongue began licking at her cuntlips. She spread her legs a little wider. Her hands cupped the back of his head. She started pulling his face a little closer to her cunt.

"Eat me, baby," she whispered. "Eat my pussy. Stick your tongue in my cunt and eat me!"

Paul rammed his tongue in between her cuntlips. He kept stabbing it in and out of her pussy, lips. She knew that Paul was tasting her pussy juice. He was fucking her with his hard tongue. She started squirming in pleasure. She hadn't meant for this to happen, but she was loving it.

Her hands stroked the back of his head. He was a handsome man and he knew how to use his tongue. He was eating her with the experienced tongue of a man far older. She felt him sucking her clitty between his lips.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby, that makes me feel good!"

His hands slipped underneath her to lift her asscheeks. She could feel his fingers exploring her asshole. She shivered as she felt a finger stabbing into her tight asshole. His tongue seemed to probe deeper.

That finger began to stab in and out of her asshole and his tongue stabbed into her pussy with the same rhythm.

"Feels good," she cried. "It feels so fucking good!"

Again the stewardess walked through the compartment, but this time Caroline didn't try to stop. She couldn't stop. She was feeling too good. She could feel the fires burning through her body. More of her pussy juice was dripping into his mouth.

"You're, going to make me come!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me come. It feels so fucking good! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"

Her entire body started to spasm with excitement. She could hear Paul making swallowing sounds as he sucked her juice up. She hadn't come so much in a long time. She was trembling when Paul finally raised his head.

"I had to eat you, baby," he said. "One look at that beautiful cunt and I couldn't stop myself."

"I'm glad," she moaned.

Paul was standing up again and undressing. He was a nice looking man and he had a flat, firm body. He stopped when he was wearing nothing but his jockey shorts.

"I think I'll let you take these off," he said. Suddenly she knew what he was going to want from her. She'd never done it for anyone, not all the way. The thought of taking that huge hard cock into her mouth and sucking it until he shot his cum into her mouth frightened her. She wasn't sure she could do it.

But he was a man and she didn't hesitate as she got down on her knees and put her hands on his hips. She slowly rolled his shorts down his legs and he kicked them off. His cock sprang out and hit her in the cheek hard enough to knock her head off. She felt shiverish as she smelled the strong aroma of his cock.

He put his hands in her silken hair and pulled her face against his cock. Her lips touched the hardened prickflesh. He tasted salty. She let her tongue touch it, caress it all the way down to his balls.

"That's right, sugar," he said. "Rub your tongue all over my cock and balls. Make them wet with your spit!"

She started rubbing her tongue all over his dick and balls. In a few minutes she had his prick and balls covered with her spit. Her tongue even moved to his asshole.

He gently pushed her away. "I want to get inside that pussy for a little while, baby. Then I'm going to come in your mouth. First, I'm going to feel your pussy!"

He sat down in one of the chairs and pulled her up to him. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself down on his fat cock. She groaned in pleasure as she felt his prick sliding up inside her. He went so deep. She felt his hands grasping her titties so hard that it almost hurt.

"Now bounce up and down hard, baby," he told her. "Bounce up and fucking down!"

She began to bounce on his cock. It was a beautiful feeling to have his fat cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She could feel his fat prickflesh touching every part of her pussy walls. She moved for ward a little, and she could feel the edge of his cockhead rubbing her clitty each time he moved.

"Oh shit, yes," he moaned. "You really know how to fuck. You really know how to fucking ride a cock!"

She leaned forward even more. Her titties started rubbing against his chest and she could feel her pink nipples getting hard with excitement. She was not the type to come a lot of times, so she was surprised to feel the excitement growing inside her belly. His prick was turning her on.

"You're making me feel good again," she whispered. "Oh, you're making me feel so good!"

He moved his hands away from her tits and replaced them with his hot mouth. She felt her tits being sucked as hard as he could. She could feel her pussy juices flowing again.

"You're going to make me come again," she cried. "You're making me come again! Oh, it feels good! OH, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!"

Again her body shook with spasms of pleasure. She felt her pussy juice soaking his cock. She kept bouncing until the last tingle of excitement went through her. She stopped and let her body relax against him.

"Oh, I can't believe," she gasped. "I just can't believe I'm doing this."

"You are, baby," he groaned. "And you're doing it fucking good. Now get back on your knees again. I've felt your cunt, but now I want to shoot my cum in your mouth."

Caroline reluctantly left his cock and went down on her knees between his legs.

"This is where a woman like you belongs," he said. "You belong on your knees between my fucking legs!"

He wrapped her hair around his fingers and he forced her face back to his cock. This time she smelled her own juices mingled with his smell. She touched her lips to the purplish tip.

"Come on, baby," he said. "In your mouth. Take, it in your hot fucking mouth!" This time she opened her lips and took his cock inside her mouth. She held his cock just on her tongue and tasted the strong taste of his salty jism. She held, her head there for a long while without moving. She enjoyed having his cock inside her mouth like that. She wasn't sure she was going to like taking the prick deeper. But she was enjoying this.

"Come on, honey," he said. "You know what I want. Take it in your fucking mouth and suck on it good!"

She held her hair back with one hand as she slowly took all of his engorged meat into her mouth. She let her teeth skim against his swollen cockmeat. She brought her head back so that her teeth pulled the ridge of his cock.

"Shit, that feels good," Paul said.

She started bobbing her head up and down. Her teeth kept skimming his cockmeat and pulling at the sensitive cockhead.

"Play with my balls," Paul said. "Put your hand on them and caress them, baby!"

She moved her hands up his thighs and started caressing his heavy cum-filled balls. She could already feel his cock getting fatter inside her mouth. She felt some of his cum dripping on her tongue.

"That's the way, bitch," he groaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck my big cock!"

She bobbed her head faster. She could smell nothing but the strong odor of his cockmeat. She felt like she had cum in her nose and in her mouth. She felt her hair flying around her face. She felt sticky and sweaty.

"I'm coming, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot it in your hot fucking mouth! Baby, I'm going to shoot my cum in your mouth! I'm going to shoot my wad! I'M SHOOTING MY WAD! SWALLOW, BITCH, SWALLOW IT ALL!"

He stabbed his fat prick inside her mouth as deep as he could. She felt the first hot spurt of his jism going down her throat. She started to swallow as quickly as she could. She could feel his cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing as hard as she could. It was a really salty taste. She choked and spit some more of it out of the corners of her mouth. Still, she kept swallowing as long as she could. She finally felt his prick spurting one last time into her mouth. She kept swallowing until his prick went soft and slipped out of her.

She had never done it before and it had never felt so good. She started licking his prick in an effort not to give it up. It was a feeling of power that went through her. She wondered why nobody had made her suck cock before.

"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, slow down. We've got plenty of time yet. You don't have to lick my cock away."

She raised her head and smiled. He was right. There was still plenty of time.

Caroline's father had been there at the airport to pick her up. He had driven her out to his country home and she had nearly fallen asleep before she got out of the shower. She didn't know how long she slept, but it was daylight when she opened her eyes. It was Saturday morning and she could smell bacon frying.

Caroline remembered so many Saturday mornings when she'd rushed downstairs to find her father cooking breakfast.

She jumped out of her bed and then remembered that she'd fallen into the bed stark naked. She didn't want to surprise her dad quite that much.

She slipped into a pair of panties and then wrapped a robe around herself. It wasn't exactly decent, but he was her father, after all.

She found him exactly as she thought she would. He was standing over the stove dressed in jeans and a plaid shin, and he was fixing bacon and eggs.

"It's crazy," she said, sitting down at the table. "I hardly ever eat breakfast at home. I'd forgotten just how nice having someone cook for you can be."

"It's nice having you here again, darling," Doug said.

He gave her a look full of fatherly pride. She didn't notice how her father's eyes lingered for a moment on the way her pert young tits pushed out her robe.

"You can eat all you want," he said. "And maybe we can go riding this morning."

"I'd like that," she said.

Caroline ate like she was famished. Her father hardly touched his food and she didn't notice the way he kept looking at her. She didn't know that her father was thinking about how much she looked like her mother. And he was remembering things about her that Caroline probably wouldn't like.

"All set for the ride?" Doug asked.

"I sure am," she said. "I'd like to work some of this breakfast off."

"We'll stop by the pond," her father said. "I hope you brought a bathing suit I think you're a little too mature to go skinny dipping anymore."

"I guess so," she said, blushing.

Caroline went up to get her suit while Doug remained at the table. He watched his daughter's bouncing ass as Caroline went up the stairs. He didn't want to think of his daughter like that, but he couldn't help himself. She had tits and an ass just as shapely as her mother's had been.

And it brought back erotic memories.

He had spent some really wild moments with Caroline's mother. Judy could fuck like a mink and she never tired of it. She really liked to suck cock. She liked to be ass-fucked. The problem was that Judy enjoyed it with anyone. Doug could feel the anger building up in him as he remembered that last night, the night he had come home and found her on her knees sucking one man while another man fucked her pussy. The worst part of it was they were both good friends of his.

Now he thought about his daughter, probably upstairs with nothing on. It made his dick start aching. Caroline was so much like her mother. Too much.

Caroline came back downstairs. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a man's shirt. It looked like one of his old shirts. He felt his eyes drawn back to her shirt front. There was one difference between Caroline and her mother. Judy had been small in the tit department. Caroline really had a pair of whoppers.

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Doug asked.

"I sure am," she said.

They went outside and saddled their horses. The country around her father's place was just as beautiful as she remembered it. They rode out by the river and climbed off their horses. Caroline felt stiff and sore.

"I didn't realize I was in such bad shape," Caroline said.

"Your shape isn't all that bad," Doug said.

"Oh Daddy," Caroline said.

Doug watched his daughter walk down by the river. He watched tile jiggle of her ass in those tight jeans. He felt his cock get stiff again. It made him ill to think of his daughter that way, but he just couldn't help himself.

"You're like your mother," Doug said.

"What?"

"I said you look like your mother. You even act like her a little."

"That's a nice compliment, Daddy," Caroline said. "She must have been a wonderful person if you married her."

"She was a bitch," Doug said. "A cocksucking bitch."

"What?" Caroline asked.

Caroline was sure she hadn't heard, her father right. Just as she was sure that she had never seen this tragic look on her father's face. He was looking her over as if he wasn't her father, as if he was a man staring at a woman.

"You heard me," Doug said. "Your mother was a bitch. She couldn't keep her hands off men. She was always sucking or fucking cock. And you look just like her. How about it, Caroline? Do you like dick as much as your mother?"

Doug was losing control of himself. He knew it was happening but there was nothing he could do to control himself. He stood up and started walking toward his daughter.

"Take your top off," he said. "Strip it off. I want to see those big tits of yours."

"Daddy," she said. "I can't believe this is you."

"It's me, all right," he said. "And I'm going to get even for all the hell your mother put me through."

She tried backing away a little faster. He reached her. She was frightened of her father for the first time in her life. She raised her hands as if he was going to strike her. He didn't strike her. Instead he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Do what I tell you," he said. "Take it off. Now!"

Years of obeying her father made her obey him now. She lifted up her hands and started undoing the man's shirt. She felt like screaming. She had needed to talk to her father, but she didn't need this to happen. Her handsome father was raping her.

She undid her shirt all the way down the front and shrugged it off her shoulders. She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away.

"The bra, damn it," he said. "Take it off."

"Please, Daddy," she begged. "You're not yourself. Maybe you've been in the woods or something too long. Don't make me do anything else."

"Take off the fucking bra," he said.

She knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop him. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it fall her tits sprang out firm and creamy. Her pink nipples pressed against his chest.

"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful!"

She had never been touched this way by her father. He ran his hands down her naked back and down to her shapely ass. She felt him grabbing her asscheeks as hard as he could. He jerked her against him so that her tits were mashed flat against his chest, and her pussy was pressed against the hardened bulge in his pants.

"Don't do this," she begged. "Please, Daddy!"

He wasn't listening to her. He was inflamed with lust. He kissed her mouth. She kept her mouth cold but he didn't seem to mind. He kept kissing her cold mouth and slobbering all over her face. He was like a madman.

She kept begging him to stop as he forced her down to the ground and ran his hands up to her tits. His hands started caressing them, making them hard despite her feelings.

"Just like your momma," he said. "Just another whore. Just let your tits get touched and you go crazy. Just like your fucking mother."

She felt her father biting at her soft shoulders like an animal. She felt his tongue moving down the front of her body. He kissed the top of one creamy tit and then the other. She was trying not to feel anything at all, but she couldn't help the ripples of pleasure that slowly spread through her body.

"Daddy, stop," she pleaded. "I'm your daughter. Please don't do this to me!"

She knew if he didn't stop soon, she was in trouble. She tried to pull his head away. He lifted up and his face was a look of lust and hate.

"You bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. You fool around with me and I'll break your fucking back. I don't care if you are my daughter. You're a hot-assed bitch just like your mother and I'm going to make you pay!" She knew she couldn't fight him. Not when he was like that. She stopped resisting. She relaxed. He put his mouth back against her tits again. His hot mouth started sucking at one of her pink nipples. She felt them getting hard as rock. She couldn't help herself. She could also feel her hips moving in response to the sucking. Her pussy was getting wet. She didn't like what was happening. Her pussy was getting wet while she was thinking of her father.

Her father moved his lips back up her body. He sucked at the soft skin of her throat. He moved his lips up to her mouth. He stabbed his tongue at her mouth. She somehow found herself opening her mouth and letting his tongue inside. For a few minutes they rubbed their tongues together.

His hands came up between them and started massaging her big tits. Her tits felt aching and swollen. She could no longer control herself. It just didn't seem to matter anymore that he was her father. She kept remembering how good it felt to have a big cock inside her aching pussy.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned. "Daddy, you're going to fuck me. I know you're going to fuck me!"

"You're fucking right," he said. "I'm going to have some of that sweet pussy!"

One of his hands went up between her thighs. She couldn't keep her legs together. His hand cupped her pussy. She could feel the heat of his fingers. It made her shiver. She tried not to respond but she could feel her ass lifting off the ground to respond to his caressing fingers.

Fire went through her cunt.

She tried to tell him not to do it but she already felt his hands undoing her jeans. He was peeling them down her long legs and she was kicking them off. His hand went back between her legs. His fingers stroked her cotton panties.

"You're crazy, Daddy," she moaned. "You're acting crazy. You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be doing this!"

But now she knew that nothing was going to stop her father, and she didn't want anything to. She was enjoying his hands. She spread her legs wider and pushed her cunt up against his fingers.

"Take the panties off, bitch," he said. "Take off your fucking panties!"

It was the final humiliation. She was forced to take off her own panties so that her father could cover her pussy hole with his hand again. This time she felt his two fingers slowly worming into her pussy.

"Oh Daddy," she said softly.

Her father started working his fingers in and out of her cunt. His other hand moved up to cover her titty. She felt him squeezing her titty hard and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Each touch of his fingers sent another shiver of excitement through her.

Her father took his fingers out of her cunt. He raised himself up.

"You undress me, bitch," he said. "I walked in on your mother one night and she was undressing a boy. She had his clothes down around his knees and she was playing with his prick. That's what I want you to do, bitch!"

She was shivering all over. She got up to her hands and knees and started undressing her father. She just couldn't understand how her father could make her do these things. He wasn't the father she had known. He was a crazy man.

She pulled off his trousers and his shorts. His cock was only half hard but it was already big. That surprised her. She closed her fingers around the thick prick and, started moving her hand up and down.

"You're doing good," he told her. "Play with my cock like that. Keep doing that. You're doing it good, bitch. You're doing it real good. Just like your bitch mother."

His cock was getting hard as rock. She closed her fingers around it and started jerking it slowly up and down. She felt some of her father's cum gush over her fingers. She groaned as she thought about it being her father's cum. Her own father's. She closed her fingers tighter around his cock and shut her eyes.

"Open your eyes, cunt," he said. "Look at it. Look at my big hard cock. Look at it close!"

She felt his hands on the back of her head. He jerked her head down close to his fat cock. She was almost overpowered by the stench of his maleness. Her father smelled stronger than any cock she'd ever been this close to. She tried to draw her head back but her father wouldn't allow that.

"Don't," he warned. "Now lick it. Lick it or I'll break your face!"

She did as she was told. She started licking it. She licked all over his fat cock. She licked his balls. She drew each of his balls into her mouth and sucked on them gently. She felt her father's growing excitement. His cock seemed to get harder. She felt cum on her cheek. She felt sticky.

"Get on your fucking back," he told her. "Get on your fucking back and spread them fucking legs!"

She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. He put his hand over her cunt and stabbed those two fingers into her pussy again. His fingers moved in and out as fast as he could move. She felt the edge of his fingers rubbing against her hard clitty. She couldn't seem to control herself. She reached up and grabbed his cock and started pulling him down on top of her.

"Shit, Daddy," she whimpered. "It's not right but I've got to have it. I've got to have your big cock. Oh, Daddy, I've got to have it right now!"

He was on top of her. He put his two hands underneath her and grabbed her by her asscheeks. He lifted her asscheeks off the ground so that her cunt spread open wider.

"Tell me you belong to me, bitch," he said. "Tell me you belong to me. Your ass is mine to do with what I want."

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "Yes. That feels good. You can do anything you want to me. Fuck me now. Do what you want!"

He moved forward slowly and his big prick stretched her pussy lips. He stabbed again and she felt his cock sliding all the way into her wet pussy. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back. His cock seemed to get deeper inside her.

She no longer gave a damn that he was her father. The only thing she cared about was that she had a big cock inside her. She began to lift her ass off the ground as her father rammed her.

"That's what I need," she moaned. "Oh yes, Daddy. Give it to me. Give me your big cock!"

He started ramming his prick into her cunt as fast as he could. She knew he was going to come quickly because he was too excited. She gave herself up to the sweet pleasure. She started rubbing her tits against his chest.

"Keep fucking me like that, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me to death with your big cock!"

He rammed her harder and harder and she could feel the sweet pleasure growing inside her. Her belly felt wet. She started lifting her ass a little higher so that his prick was getting deeper into her cunt.

"I'm going to come, Daddy!" she cried. "You're going to make me come. Oh fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUUUUCK ME!"

It happened so quickly that it took her by surprise. Suddenly she was being racked by spasms of delight. She kept lifting her ass and rubbing her titties against him. She felt completely drained as the last spasm went through her.

Her father kept pounding her with his cock. He acted like he was trying to beat her to death with it.

"Keep moving that sweet ass, baby," he told her. "Keep moving that fucking ass. Don't stop!"

She kept lifting her ass just as he wanted. She was aware when his cock finally started to fatten and, she could feel the first dripping of his cum inside her.

"I'm going to fucking come," he moaned. "I'm going to fucking come inside you. I'm going to shoot my wad! Shake that ass, bitch! SHAKE YOUR FUCKING ASS!"

She shook it as hard as she could. She felt his cum erupting into her like fire shooting into her insides. He had a gallon of cum and she could feel it dripping out of the sides of her pussy and wetting her thighs. It seemed like he came for hours. Finally she felt him pulling his rigid cock out of her and rubbing his huge cockhead against her pussy hair.

Her father fell over onto his back with an exhausted groan. They were quiet for a moment. She looked over at him. He didn't look so angry anymore. His face was a little pained and frightened.

"Caroline," he said softly, "Caroline, I didn't realize what I was doing."

Caroline slapped his face. She quickly started gathering up her clothes. He put his hand on her arm but she jerked her arm away. She attacked him. She kept slapping her face until it was red. He didn't try to fight back.

"You bastard," she said. "You dirty bastard."

She got her clothes on and she ran away from him. She ran into the woods crying. She had never been so angry. Her father was a bastard. She had come here looking for help and her father had only given her what every other man had given her.

She had no idea that running away from her father was about to get her into worse trouble.

Caroline was confused and angry as she walked through the woods. This wasn't how she had been planning for her visit home to work out. She had needed advice and she found out that her father was just as confused about life as she was.

And those things he had said about her mother. They couldn't be true. She didn't want to believe them. Yet, she knew down deep that they were true. Her mother had fucked all those men and even an animal. Caroline wondered if she really was like her mother. Certainly she hadn't protested when her father had wanted to get into her panties. It hadn't satisfied her. It had only left her itchy. But she had let him fuck her without protest.

Caroline hadn't realized how far she had been walking. She was no longer on the trail and she turned back to find it. It was getting dark. She realized that she was lost.

It happened so quickly that she was stunned by it. She had spent half her life in these woods. It was crazy to get lost in them. But she was lost.

Suddenly all those things she'd ever heard about getting lost went flashing through her mind. She could freeze, or starve, or get attacked by wild animals. Anything could happen. She started to get really scared. She broke all the rules that she'd ever learned about being lost in the woods. She started to panic. She started to run.

The trail had to be back there somewhere. It had to be. She hadn't come very far. The trail had to be around the corner. She kept running and she couldn't find the trail. She felt tears stinging at her eyes.

Then suddenly she was out of the woods and in a clearing where there was a pond. At first she thought it was the pond on her father's land, but it wasn't. It was a different pond. And there were others here.

Caroline stopped cold and started to run back into the woods. She was scared, but not scared enough to call out to this bunch. There were four boys sitting near the pond. There was an old red car parked nearby. The boys turned as soon as they heard her come out of the woods.

"Look here, Jerry," one boy said. "Look what has done popped right out of the woods."

She started to run back but the boys were quicker than she was. They had her surrounded in just a few seconds. They were all big and ugly looking. They looked a couple of years younger than she was. She realized that they were probably boys from the same high school she had attended. It gave her courage.

"Please," she said. "I was walking. I got lost. Could you show me back to the road?"

"We could show you that," the one called Jerry said. He was evidently the leader of the bunch. He was a little bigger than the rest and he had long curly red hair. He also had a chipped tooth in front. "Couldn't we show her the road, fellows?"

"Oh yeah," another said. "But maybe you ought to hang around a while, Momma. You look like a party type. We got some beer and we could have ourselves a real party."

"No thank you," she said.

"You hear that, Jerry?" he said. "She said no thank you. Real cultured, Momma. But I'm afraid we ain't asking. We're telling. You're going to hang around and party with us."

"I have to get back to my husband," she said. "He's going to be looking for me."

"But he won't know where to look, Momma. You're lost, remember. Nobody knows where you are but us."

Caroline was beginning to understand that she was in real trouble. These were not the kind of boys she could reason with. They wanted one thing from her.

"Please take me back to the road," she said.

"After the party," Jerry said, and his face was suddenly ugly.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged them. "Do what you want but don't hurt me."

"Now you're beginning to get the idea," one boy said. "Why don't you take it all off and let us see what you've got?"

Caroline could never remember being so frightened, but she also knew that there was nothing else she could do. These rough boys were capable of hurting her seriously if she didn't do exactly as she was told.

"Maybe you need some help," Jerry suggested. "Why don't you help her, Brad?"

Brad was the smallest of the four boys but he was also the meanest looking. He had curly black hair and wide shoulders. He moved toward her with a lewd grin on his face.

"I'll do it myself," she said quickly.

This was insane. She wished she would wake up from what had to be a bad dream. But she knew she wasn't going to wake up. The boy named Brad was walking toward her and she knew she had to hurry.

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the ground. Just as quickly she skimmed out of her dress and was left standing in only her bra and panties.

"Isn't this enough?" she pleaded. "Just a quick peek at me? That's enough, please."

"Can the bullshit, baby," Brad said. "You know what we want from you."

Brad came toward her again and she quickly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She closed her eyes as she let, the cups slip away from her full titties. As soon as she saw them licking their lips, she knew there was no getting out of it now. These boys were going to do what they wanted with her.

"The panties, baby," Jerry said. "Shit, will you look at those big tits! She's got a pair of whoppers."

"Better than my girlfriend," another boy said.

"Shit, any girl's better looking than your girlfriend, James," Jerry said.

The boy named James smiled meekly. He looked like he might be the nicest boy of the bunch but she could see him licking his lips just as hungrily as the rest. There would be no mercy from him. She shrugged her shoulders as she slid her panties down her long legs and kicked them off.

"Fucking shit," Jerry said. "She's the most beautiful piece of pussy I've ever seen. Come here, baby. I want to feel those big jugs. I want to wallow like a pig on them!"

She could do nothing else. She went to him and stood close enough for her big tits to rub his chest. She felt his hands on her shoulders and then sliding down her back to cup her asscheeks. He pulled her even tighter against him so she could feel his crotch. His prick was already straining to tear out of his dirty jeans.

"You feel that, baby?" Jerry said, as he humped his prick against her. "That's going to be the biggest fucking cock you ever had!"

Brad moved behind her. He pressed against her asscheeks and made her feel his already stiff prick. Both boys kept moving against her until she felt like she was a sandwich.

"Get her down on the ground," Brad said.

The last boy had been quiet but now he moved forward and helped them push her to the ground. She knew she wouldn't get back up without getting fucked and she tried to struggle against them. She clawed the last boy and he slapped her face. He leaned over and grabbed her by one of her tits. He twisted until it hurt like hell.

"Knock off the crap, bitch," he said. "Knock it off or I'll smash your fucking face!"

"Don't mess up her face, Richie," Brad said. "I may want to fuck her face."

The boys laughed and Richie let go of her sore tit. Immediately Richie knelt down beside her and lowered her head to her tit. He started licking at the spot he had just twisted. She felt a stir of excitement going through her quickly.

Richie started licking at her nipple. She almost pushed his head away but she remembered his threat. She didn't want to be hurt. She allowed him to lick her red nipple. She felt it getting stiff and there was nothing she could do to control it.

"Look at that," Richie said, laughing. "The cunt likes to have her titties sucked."

"I'm going to suck the other one," James said.

The young boy went after her free tit like it was candy. His mouth opened wide and he seemed to be trying to suck all of her aching tit into his mouth.

At the same time the other two boys knelt beside her and started running their hands over her long legs and caressing her thighs. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt before. She couldn't fight the shivers of excitement that went through her.

Both the bays at her tittie started sucking at them furiously. She had never felt anything like having two hungry mouths sucking at her creamy titty-flesh. She felt one of the boys biting at her titties. His teeth hurt a little, but soon she didn't mind. There wasn't any part of her body that wasn't being kissed or fondled.

"Turn over, baby," Richie said. "I want to play with that big beautiful ass!"

She turned over and felt Richie's fingers prying open the cheeks of her ass. She was surprised when she felt his mouth at her asshole. His tongue was licking her. It made a ripple of excitement go through her body.

She felt Richie moving up her back. She felt his cock. For the first time she realized that Richie had taken his cock out. His prick was long and hard and it felt strange between the cracks of her ass.

She felt Richie's hand between her legs. His fingers probed at her pussy hole.

"Hey, Richie," Brad said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck this sweet little bitch," he said.

She felt his cock between her legs. He stabbed at her pussy hole. He stabbed again and she felt his long cock spreading her pussy lips from behind. She could feel his balls as he rammed his prick all the way into her tight cunt.

"Oh shit," Richie moaned. "Slit, this is fine. You've got fine pussy, baby!"

Richie began to fuck her pussy as hard as he could. She had never been fucked quite so hard. He was brutally slamming his fat prick into her pussy hole. He had the energy of youth and she knew he wouldn't last long. What was degrading about it was seeing the other boys standing around and licking their lips. She knew they were just waiting their turns.

"Sweet bitch," Richie moaned. "What a sweet fucking bitch!"

Richie made her come up to her hands and knees. His rigid prick was now slamming deep into her hot twat. She kept feeling new shivers of delight running through her. She tried to control her feelings, but the hard fucking her father had given her had excited her body, and now this boy was making it worse.

"Play with my balls, bitch," Richie moaned. "Reach underneath us and play with my balls."

She reached her hand around to the back and somehow wormed it between them. She found his heavy, cum-filled balls. She began massaging his balls with her fingertips. She could hear him moaning in pleasure.

"Oh shit," he said. "I'm going to shoot my wad. I'm going to shoot my wad into her cunt! OH SHIT, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"

She heard him scream and then she felt his hot cum shooting into her insides. He shot again and again until she could feel his liquid fire running down the insides of her thighs. She kept bucking her ass against him until she had milked the last drop from his hard prick.

"Shit, she likes it," Richie said. "I know she likes it."

She felt hands on her body, twisting her around. She found herself on her back with her legs spread. Brad was over her. He had undressed completely and he was stroking his hard prick. She could see the little droplets of cum on the crimson tip.

"You ready for another one, cunt?" he asked. "You ready for a good fucking?"

"Just get it over with," she said.

Brad slapped her face. His face was angry. "Bitch, you better start enjoying this. I might make you regret it if you don't."

She saw that he meant what he said. He not only wanted her to fuck, but he wanted her to enjoy it. She knew she could enjoy it if she lost control. She didn't want that to happen again. She kept acting like a whore every time she lost control.

"Now enjoy it, bitch," Brad said. "Enjoy my cock!"

Brad took her hand and made her wrap her fingers, around his cock.

His cock felt bigger than Richie's. She spread her legs wider and guided his prick, toward her hot cunthole. She felt his knob against her pussy hole. She lifted her ass and started rubbing her pussy lips against his cockhead. She could feel his dripping cum in her plump cuntlips.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Oh shit, that feels good!"

He moved forward slowly and she felt his cock going all the way up into her hot pussy. She tightened her pussy walls together around his thick prick. She could feel it throbbing. It was spitting more of his thick cum into her pussy.

"Oh baby," Brad moaned. "I'm going to fuck your ass off. I'm going to fuck your sweet fucking ass right off!"

She wouldn't have thought it possible but Brad seemed to be even more excited than Richie. He started pounding her cunt as hard as he could. She could feel his knob getting deep inside her belly. She found herself lifting her ass to take his cock.

She turned her head and found Richie beside her. He started kissing her mouth and ramming his tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against hers. She felt his tongue getting deeper into her mouth.

"Sweet fucking piece of ass," he moaned.

"You are one sweet piece of fucking ass!"

Brad's hands were underneath her and he lifted her asscheeks even higher. She moaned as she felt one of his fingers ram into her asshole up to his knuckle. He continued to drive his prick into her cunt like he was trying to drive her ass into the ground.

She could see the other two boys undressing James looked bold. He had the longest cock of all the boys. Jerry looked shyer but he had a cock that was long and thick and it was hard as a rock.

"Oh fuck," Brad groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fucking come! Shit, baby! OH SHIT! OH SHIIIIIT!"

Brad pushed his cock into her cunt as far as he could. His prick started spurting hot cum wildly into her pussy. She could feel his prick cream running out of the sides of her pussy and wetting her thighs. She kept moving her ass up and down, taking his prick in as deep as she could and milking his prick of every drop of his white cum.

"Feels good," he moaned. "Your pussy feels great!"

Brad took his cock out of her cunt. The other two boys were just too excited to wait. Almost as soon as his prick was outside her cunt, James and Jerry jumped on her. They both started kissing her and running their excited hands over her body as if they couldn't get enough of her. She tried to move their hands away. She didn't want to get fucked by four different boys in one afternoon. Neither did she want to feel these wild desires growing inside, her.

She felt James sucking on her titties. He was moving his mouth from one side of her body to the other. He started biting on her tits, and sucking her nipples into his mouth as deep as he could. She could feel his tongue rubbing her hot skin with every gentle, bite.

His mouth opened wider and he started sucking at one tit. He sucked it down his throat and bit down on it, a little harder. She felt his hand in between her thighs. His fingers started massaging her puffy pussy lips.

"She's moving against his fingers," Richie said. "She's liking it. Shit, I think she's starting to like it!"

Jim made her turn her head. She knew what was about to happen as soon as she felt his prick rubbing against her cheeks. His prick was already leaking cum. Hepushed it against her mouth.

"Come on, honey," James said. "I want to fuck your face. Open up your mouth, baby. Open up your mouth and suck it!"

She had no other choice and maybe she would have anyway. Her body was beginning to burn. She opened her mouth and felt his prickhead rubbing across her tongue. She felt his cum leaking against the roof of her mouth.

"I really got a big one, baby," he groaned. "You've really got to get your mouth open to suck mine!"

His prick wasn't as big as he liked to think. She was able to let his cock slide deep into her throat. She closed her lips around the trembling fat cockmeat. She closed her lips tightly and pulled her head back. She felt her teeth pulling at the ridge.

"Oh fuck," James groaned. "Oh fucking shit. She's sucking my dick. She's really sucking me!"

He grabbed hold of her head and began to mouth-fuck her. She had to catch her breath in between his powerful strokes. Her mouth and nose filled with the smell of hot cock-meat and salty cum.

At the same time she could feel Jerry between her legs. He was having trouble getting into her pussy. He couldn't get his cock inside her without stretching out on top of her and she kept twisting and turning away from him.

"Be still," Jerry said. "Get fucking still and open your fucking legs. I'm going to fuck you!"

She kept twisting but somehow he got on top of her and she felt his rigid prick sliding easily into her abused cunt.

"Oh, this is perfect," Jerry said. "Shit, she feels gooder than shit! She's tight. She's fucking tight!"

She had never had it this way before, not two boys at once. She could feel James grabbing her head as tightly as he could while he slammed his hot cockmeat into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged each time he rammed it into her mouth.

Jerry was nearly ripping her pussy apart with his big cock. He was fucking her as if he'd never had a piece of pussy. Perhaps he hadn't. She had never felt such excitement.

"Fuck her good," Richie was saying. "Fuck her ass off. Tear the little bitch up!"

Caroline didn't want to, but she felt the hot fires shooting through her thighs and up the insides of her body to make her tits a little harder. She found herself gobbling James' cock a little more.

She started moaning as her pussy juices started to soak his cock. She couldn't cry out. Her mouth was too filled with cockjuice. All she could do was keep mumbling as the pleasure spasms started shaking her body.

"Shit, she's swallowing my cock!" James cried. "She's going to swallow my fucking cock!"

James held on to her silken head as if he wasn't ever going to let her go. She could feel his cockhead brushing at the back of her throat. She could feel the jism leaking down the back of her throat. At the same time she felt Jerry's hands reaching around her tits. He grabbed hold of them hard and nearly pulled them off. She could hear him gasping for breath.

"Shit, baby," Jerry said. "Oh shit, it feels good. I'm going to come, baby. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! SHIT, BABY IT FEELS SO GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD!"

She felt his hot cock explode inside her with what seemed like gallons of thick cum. He kept ramming her and his cock kept spurting. Her cunt had never been so filled up with cum.

"You little bitch," James groaned. "You little cocksucking bitch! Suck my cum out! SUCK OUT MY FUCKING CUM!"

He came so fast that he took her by surprise. He rammed his cock in deep and then she felt the first quick spasm of his cock. Cum splattered against the roof of her mouth. She quickly started to swallow. She gagged on the second spurt of cum. She drew her head back and let some of his cum escape the side of her mouth. Then she slowly moved her lips back down on his prick and managed to swallow the last weakened spurt of his jism.

"Fantastic," James groaned. "Fantastic!"

The boys looked like they wanted more, but Brad was looking nervous. The younger boys started putting their clothes on. Richie looked angry.

"What the hell is going on? We're going to have some more of this hot bitch, aren't we?"

"It's getting late," Brad said.

"I don't fucking care," Richie said. "I want some more of her sweet ass!"

"No," Brad said softly, and Caroline breathed a sigh of relief. She knew it was over. Those boys were going to listen to Brad. "Any longer and we'll be taking a chance."

"Shit, she's going to tell everybody anyway," Richie said. "A few more fucks won't hurt her none."

"No," Brad said again. "She's not going to tell anyone. Are you, bitch?"

"No," Caroline said. "I'm not going to tell."

Brad nodded. Somehow Caroline knew that he knew she was afraid to tell anyone. She didn't want her husband to know what had happened. She wouldn't want anyone to know.

"We leave her here," Brad said. "The road's a half mile back that way, baby. You can find it. And remember what I said. Don't tell anyone."

Caroline was happy to see the boys go. She knew that she hadn't found out anything by taking a trip to her father's. Except one thing. She loved to fuck. No matter who it was.

Caroline went out to dinner with Rick on the first night of her evening back. Perhaps Rick expected that she would be over her dark mood, but he just found it worse. Caroline was feeling such guilt that Rick couldn't help.

She couldn't even tell Rick that it wasn't his fault.

Rick brought her home but he had to leave again. She wasn't sure if he had to leave or if he was just trying to get away from her. Certainly she hadn't been much fun for him lately.

Rick was hardly put of the apartment when the phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Caroline. This is John. I'm having a little party tonight. I thought you might want to come."

"I don't think so," Caroline said. "I think I'm all done with your parties."

"Don't be like that, bitch," John said.

"You better come to this party or your husband's going to get a gift in the mail."

"A gift?" Caroline asked. "I don't understand."

"You didn't know I was taking pictures the other night. Pictures of you and Dee. Both of you were really enjoying yourself. I got some great shots. Now, do you want your husband to share those pictures with me?"

"You bastard," she said.

"Twenty-three Oak Road," John said. "Be there."

The phone went dead. Caroline was stunned. Things were really starting to get out of hand. She would have left right then if it wasn't for Rick. She had to somehow explain things to him, and she couldn't. She had no choice. She had to go.

Caroline dressed in a knee-length dark dress and called a taxi. The driver had no trouble finding the address. It was in the fancy section of town. It was a huge, sprawling mansion with a guard out front. He came out and stopped the taxi.

"Who are you?" the guard asked roughly.

"I was asked to come by John Richardson," Caroline said.

"All right," the guard said. "I was told to expect somebody like you. Drive up."

The taxi driver leered at her as she got out of his taxi at the front door. She realized that he thought she was some kind of whore. She felt tears stinging her eyes again as she realized that the driver was right. She was some kind of a whore. Only she was worse. She was like her mother. She fucked because she loved fucking.

The door was opened by an elderly gentleman who looked slightly drunk.

"So you're Caroline. John didn't tell me how beautiful you were. You're a Goddess. Come in, young woman. Don't just stand there. This is my home. I'm William Ambrose."

Caroline almost, died when she heard the name. William Ambrose was one of the biggest judges in the country. Caroline had heard Rick speaking of him lots of times. Caroline also remembered that he was top dog in Rick's law firm.

He didn't give her much room to pass. She was forced to squeeze by him and William Ambrose took full advantage of it. He let her know quickly that there was only one reason why she had been invited to the house that evening.

He touched her shoulders and stopped her before she got by him. Her round tits pressed snugly against him. She could smell the beer on his breath as he leaned over and kissed her mouth. She waited, until he finished the kiss before she passed by. He let his hand rub her ass.

"You really are a good-looking young piece," he said. "I'm glad John invited you. Come on in, darling. We'll fix you a drink and let you meet the rest of our guests."

There were quite a few people at the party. That surprised her. She hadn't expected it to be a real party. She had thought that John was just bringing her there to fuck.

Then she looked around again and she saw that most of the women at the party were young and beautiful. She was right about what kind of party it was going to be. There were no wives. This wasn't the kind of a party a man brought his wife to.

"What kind of drink?" Ambrose asked.

"It doesn't matter," she answered.

He gave her ass another gentle pat as he went off to make her drink. She looked around again and saw John coming toward her. He was grinning lewdly.

"Smile, beautiful," he said.

"You're a bastard," she said.

"Relax. Look like you're enjoying yourself. After all, we both know you love to fuck."

"Not like this. Not like I'm your property or something. I'm not something that can be called every time you feel an itch."

"You little cunt." John's face was suddenly furious. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. The hallway was dark. He forced her against the wall.

"Now you listen to me, bitch," he said. "You'd, better smile and enjoy yourself this evening. I told everyone you were a fun girl and you'd better act like one."

"All right," she said.

He was suddenly cordial again. He took her arm and walked her back into the party. Ambrose was there with her drink. She thanked him and she drank it quickly. She needed it. She could feel the alcohol spreading warmth through her body.

Ambrose put his arm around her waist and held her tightly.

"This is going to be some party," he said. "I've got everyone important in town at this party. You're going to love it."

"I'm sure I will," she said.

Ambrose let his hand rest on her ass while he walked her around and introduced her to all the guests. All the men leered at her. Caroline knew exactly what kind of party this was going to be.

Ambrose got bolder with his hand. He kept moving his hand from one asscheek to the other. He was squeezing brutally. He quit introducing her to people and started directing her to a room next door to the party room.

"This is my study," Ambrose said.

It was a man's study, plush and comfortable looking. She wasn't surprised when Ambrose pushed her toward the desk.

"Just bend over there, sugar," he said. "I'm going to show you something nice."

She knew what was going to happen, but she had no choice. He pushed her over to the desk and made her bend over at her waist. She put her tits on the cold desk top. She felt his hands underneath her dress. His pudgy hands moved up the inside of her thighs to stroke her pussy.

"I been thinking about this party all week long," Ambrose said. "I just couldn't get my mind off it. I knew there was going to be some good-looking ass here, but I never expected anyone like you."

In a second he was pulling up her dress. He bunched the gown at her waist. His hands went underneath her panties to stroke her ass some more.

"Beautiful," he moaned. "Absolutely beautiful!"

He started pulling down her panties. She didn't protest as he skimmed them down to her feet and she kicked out of them. She felt his heavy weight behind her. He had taken his cock out of his trousers. He hadn't bothered to undress.

"Shit," he groaned. "I've been thinking about this for too fucking long. You're a hot fucking piece!"

His cock slid into her easily. He left it inside her for a few moments without moving. Finally, she felt him start to move a little. He fucked her deep and slow. It was the final humiliation. She was being used like a cheap whore. What was worse was that she could feel a slight tingling on the insides of her thighs. She didn't want that to happen. Fuck, don't let it happen, she thought.

Ambrose moved his hands underneath her and lifted her tits. Her tits easily slipped out of her gown and filled his bare hands. He held them tightly as he started ramming her cunt a little harder. She could feel his cockhead nearly splitting her cunt in half. He had a big cock. At least it felt like this with her bent over the desk this way.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Shake your beautiful ass. Shit, it makes me feel great. Shake your big ass!"

She started shaking her ass against him as he pounded her cunt from the rear. His balls seemed heavier each second. She could feel his thick cockhead rubbing her titty and it excited her a little more. Again she tried to control herself but she knew that it was going to do her no good. She was a whore. She loved having cock inside her. It didn't matter who had the cock.

"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch," he moaned. "You really know how to shake that big ass when you want to!"

He fucked her a little harder. His hands squeezed her tits as tightly as he could. Another hot shiver ran through her. She found herself bucking back against his swollen cock. She could feel his cock rubbing all the inside of her cunt. More of his jism leaked into her.

She knew he was going to come too soon for her. She could feel his hands gripping her big tits as tightly as he could and his fat cock was getting fatter. She felt him pounding her harder.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it feels good! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"

She pushed her ass back against him and felt his hot jism shooting into her insides. She kept rubbing her ass against him until the last few shivers had gone through his body. She felt his cock getting soft and sliding out of her.

"Oh shit," Ambrose said. "That was fantastic. The best fucking way I know to start off a party!"

In a way she was angry at him for coming so soon. In another way she was thankful. She hadn't had to come. She hadn't had to show him just how hot she was. Still, it left an aching feeling inside her. She could feel her tits swollen and aching. She could feel that hot hole between her legs. She knew another five seconds and she would have lost all control.

Ambrose raised up to let her off the desk. He was zipping back up his trousers. Ambrose stopped her from picking up her panties.

"Come on, baby," Ambrose said. "You're a big girl. You don't need to put those back on. You'd just take them off again. Besides, I like to think about you not wearing any panties underneath your gown."

"All right," she agreed.

It was a crazy party. By the time Caroline walked back into the living room there was all kind of fucking and sucking going on. It hadn't taken the men long to let the women know what they were there for. Caroline stopped in shock. She had never seen anything like this before.

One woman was on her knees sucking a man while another man fucked her asshole. She was making loud slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

Another woman was being fucked over a chair in a corner. She had her body bent over the chair and her ass in the air. Caroline recognized John as the man who was slamming his prick into her pussy.

"What's the matter?" Ambrose asked. "You've turned pale as a sheet."

"I've just never seen anything like this before," she said.

"That's all right, sugar," he said. "What you need is a drink. You can get one at the bar over there. I'm going to walk around for a while and enjoy the scenery."

Ambrose gave her a wicked grin. He gave her ass a squeeze before he moved away. Caroline sighed. She figured she could use that drink. She went over to the bar and made herself one. A strong one. A man had joined her almost before she took her first drink.

"Hi," he said. "I've been looking at you. I've seen you around before. I'm Craig Johnson. I work in the accounting department in the firm."

"I'm Caroline," she said.

She had no interest in this stubby little man. She didn't want him hanging around her. She started to move away and Craig put his hand on her arm.

"Don't be so quick to get away, baby," he said. "Why don't we go upstairs for a little while?"

"What?" she asked. "I don't even know you."

He moved until his face was right in her face. His face was flushed and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You don't have to know me, bitch. All you've got to do is make me happy. You do what you're told at these parties. And you don't answer back. Now let's go upstairs right now or I'll tell John that you're not willing to entertain."

So this is what it had come down to. She had expected to have to entertain Ambrose. Entertain hell. She had expected to be fucked by him. But she hadn't thought about spreading it around to any man at the party.

She knew that John would do just what he told her he would do. He would show those pictures to her husband and her marriage would be ruined. She had already done so much. What did another man, or a lot of men, really matter?

"Oh, all right," she agreed.

"Now you're talking, baby. I know a place upstairs."

He let her up the hallway and into one of the stairs. In a few minutes they found a lush bedroom. Ambrose really knew how to take care of his guests. There was wine by the bed. The covers were pulled down to reveal satin sheets.

"Strip baby," Craig said. "If you only knew how long I've been dreaming about getting some of your pussy!"

Caroline shrugged her shoulders and the gown slid down from her tits and dropped to the floor. She could tell that Craig was impressed by the hungry way he looked at her and the way he licked his lips.

"Lay down on the bed, baby," Craig demanded.

She stretched out on the bed. Craig then demanded that she spread her legs and play with herself. She felt shy about it, but she did as he wanted. A shiver went through her the moment her fingers touched her pussy cuntlips. She put her other hand on her titty and started massaging it. She felt another hot shiver go through her body. She jammed two fingers inside her pussy.

She started rubbing her fingers over her aroused nipples while she finger-fucked herself. She found her clitty with her fingers and a ripple of pleasure went through her. She started stroking her hard clitty and another hot shiver went up her spine. She hadn't thought she could get turned on this way, not with Craig watching her like this. But she could feel her pussy starting to churn with a wicked excitement. She spread her legs wider. She could see his eyes staring right into the pink lips of her pussy.

"That's right, baby," Craig said. "Play with your pussy like that. Really work yourself up. That turns me on!"

Craig had moved closer to the bed. Now he was stripping his clothes off his body. She could see that his chest was really hairy and his cock surprised her. His prick was long and thick and about two inches longer than anything she'd ever seen. She slid one finger deeper inside her.

Craig grinned. "I see you looking at it, baby. Yeah, you like it, don't you? You like it a lot, don't you? Most women who see it love it!"

She continued playing with herself and now she was licking her lips. There, were fires burning all over her body. Her fingers were sticky with her own cunt juice.

"Take your fingers out, cunt," Craig said. "Now I'm ready to give you what you need!"

She took her fingers out of her pussy and Craig dropped down on top of her body. His hungry mouth covered hers and she wasn't hesitant about using her tongue. She rubbed it frantically against his as she felt his hairy body rubbing hers.

"Kiss my tits," she moaned. "Please kiss my tits!"

He laughed as his wet lips moved dawn her body. He started sucking on her aching tits. She felt him biting a little roughly. Her nipple slipped in and out of his mouth and he kept rubbing it with his tongue.

"Baby, I'm going to fuck you to death," he moaned. "I'm going to give you every inch of my big cock!"

Craig wasn't that good looking but he proved that he knew how to use his big cock. Perhaps she was turned on, but there was something about his cock that really felt wonderful. She had never felt anything like the big cock that slid deep into her tender cunt.

"You're so deep, Craig," she groaned. "I've never felt a cock so good!"

"Yeah, baby," Craig said. "This is how I get you bitches to beg me. I only have to give you a taste of that big hot cock. That's all I have to do. How about it, baby? You going to beg me to fuck you hard? You going to tell me how much you love it?"

She didn't want to give him that kind of satisfaction, but there was something really wonderful about his big cock. She felt herself shivering with desire at his slightest movement. She could feel his fat cockhead rubbing against her clitty.

"Beg me, cunt," he said. "Tell me how much you love fucking. Tell me, bitch!"

"I love it," she screamed finally. "I love your big dick. Fuck me with it, baby. Fuck me good with it. Fuck my big ass off!"

"That's the way I want you to act, baby. Shake your ass. Fuck my dick with your big pussy!"

Craig started ramming his huge cock into her pussy hole. He rammed her as hard as he could. She could feel the slap of his huge balls shaking her body each time he fucked her. His quick strokes made her feel as she'd never felt before. It was like being fucked with a battering ram.

"It feels so good," she moaned. "It feels so fucking good. Your fucking cock feels so fucking good!"

Craig put his hands underneath her. He lifted her asscheeks off the bed and it seemed to ease his cock even deeper into her pussy. It didn't seem possible, but she could feel his cock getting fatter. She knew he was soon going to shoot his fiery jism into her cunt.

She let herself go.

"That's right, baby," Craig said. "Move that big ass. Shake it, lady. Move it, bitch! Move your ass!"

Her body couldn't seem to stop shaking. She was twisting all over the bed. His cock seemed to bruise her insides as he rammed her harder and harder.

"I'm almost there," she moaned. "Oh shit, I am there. Your hot dick is making me come! Oh shit, it feels good! IT FEELS SO FUCKING DAMN GOOD!"

Her ass kept shaking as she felt the delicious pleasure spasms shaking her body. In that moment she was gad she had come to this party. She hadn't thought fucking could be so fine.

Craig kept giving her his big cock. He fucked her harder and faster and she could feel some of his sweet jism leaking inside her. She kept lifting up her ass, taking his prick as deep inside her cunt as she could.

"Shoot it in me," she whispered. "Shoot your hot cum in my pussy!"

"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "I'm getting there. I'm almost ready to shoot! Oh shit, here it comes. Here it comes, bitch! FEEL IT COMING, CUNT! FEEL IT!"

She felt it all right. She felt like her ass had been knocked off by the powerful shooting cum that exploded into her pussy. She kept squeezing her cunt walls together until she had squeezed every drop from his fat prick. She still kept rubbing her ass on the bed and her tits against his chest.

"Oh, thank you," she whispered. "It feels good. It feels so good!"

"You're a crazy bitch," he said.

Craig was getting up and getting dressed. She hated for him to leave. She spread her legs a little and rubbed her hand across her pussy mound.

Craig laughed. "Don't worry about it, baby. The party's just getting started. You're going to get all the fucking you want before this night is through!"

Rick cursed as the lights went off for the third time that evening. How the hell did they expect anyone to work with the power going off all the time? Rick knew that he was being unfair, and it was not really his firm that he was angry with it. Nor the power company.

He was simply upset about Caroline. He didn't know what was wrong with her lately. He knew he had been working his butt off and seeing little of her, but he thought she understood his problems. A few years of suffering and hard work could lead to years of respect and good money. Especially the good money.

He had thought that a weekend with her father would help her, but it had only seemed to make her worse.

The lights went out again.

"Damn it to hell," Rick said.

The lights flickered back on and Rick felt immediately guilty. He hadn't noticed that Lisa Sheppard had walked into the small law library. Lisa was a tall gorgeous-looking blond. The reason he felt guilty was that Lisa always looked so innocent. Rick knew that she was a big worker in her church, and she didn't like dirty jokes told around her.

She was probably the most lusted-after woman in the entire firm. And also the woman that most of the men were most afraid of.

"I'm sorry, Lisa," Rick said. "I didn't see you."

"That's all right," Lisa said. "I saw some men working on the power downstairs. They said this could last most of the night. They want it fixed before working hours. Speaking of working hours, you're out kind of late, aren't you?"

"I had some things that needed catching up on," Rick explained. "John's turning into a real slave driver."

There was something peculiar in Lisa's face for a moment, but it quickly vanished. Rick wondered why he had felt like she was acting sorry for him.

"Would you like some coffee, Rick?" she asked.

"Yeah," Rick answered. "I'd like that. Thank you."

Rick watched the beautiful movement of her tight-looking ass. He felt his prick getting a little stiffer. That was surprising because he hadn't been one of those men looking so hungrily at Lisa. But there was something nice looking about her this evening.

She brought the two cups of coffee back. He liked his black and she had known that. He sipped it slowly. The lights kept flicking on and off. Lisa sat down on the desk near him. She was wearing a short skirt that had slid up to the tops of her creamy thighs. The lights flicking on and off made her legs look even better. He felt his mouth getting dry.

"It is getting kind of late," Rick said. "I think I'll call it a night."

"You're not going home already?" she asked. "I thought you were supposed to work until the casework was finished."

"It's kind of hard to work with the lights going on and off."

Again that funny look came to Lisa's face. Rick wondered why she kept looking like that. He wondered if she was sick or something.

He finished off his coffee and started to get up.

"Don't leave yet," Lisa said. "It's lonely here. Let's talk a while."

Rick couldn't have refused a woman like Lisa a little conversation. He settled back in his chair. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and there was a lump in his throat.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Rick?" Lisa suddenly asked.

"Of course," Rick answered. "I think you're very pretty."

"You never act like it. Most of the other men look at me a lot. You never do."

"I'm a married man," he said.

"So are the rest of the men in the firm," Lisa said. "That fact doesn't stop them."

Lisa was stretching her legs out in front of her and her skirt was sliding up to her thighs almost to her panties. Rick couldn't understand what was going on. He thought that Lisa was coming on to him, but it just couldn't happen. Not innocent Lisa. He wasn't so good looking that women fell at his feet. And Lisa was right about every man in the firm wanting to fuck her to death.

Rick could feel his cock getting hard. He shifted his position. He hoped she wouldn't notice the bulge in this dim light. She did. She leaned across the desk and licked her lips. She made a purring noise like a cat.

"You do notice Lisa, don't you," she said.

"Everybody notices you," he said.

"That's sweet," Lisa said. "But I bet that's pretty uncomfortable. Would you like to have it taken care of?"

Rick was staring at her in shock. Lisa was acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be talking about his cock. He couldn't seem to move as Lisa stood up and walked over to him. She settled down into his lap so that he could feel his cock against her beautifully shaped ass.

She leaned over so that her lips were just inches from his. He couldn't resist her mouth. He leaned forward and he tasted her mouth. He had never tasted sweeter lips. He wasn't that surprised when he felt her tongue gently probing at his mouth.

"Shit, Lisa," he said softly. "We shouldn't be doing anything like this!"

"But I've been thinking about this for so long," Lisa said.

She got up out of his lap. She was still grinning as she started undoing her blouse. Rick's heart was pounding. He kept thinking that this couldn't be happening. But it was happening. Beautiful Lisa was actually taking off her blouse and she was going to show him her big tits.

Lisa finished and shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits weren't as big as Caroline's, but there were big enough and well formed. He also liked the pinkness of her nipples.

"Do you like them?" Lisa asked.

"Shit, you know I do," Rick answered.

"Then taste them," she said.

She came back to him and settled down into his lap. Rick had to bend his head in an uncomfortable position, but it was worth it when he pressed his lips against that delicious pink nipple. He rubbed his mouth back and forth over the hardened bud. He felt her wiggle with pleasure.

He opened his mouth and sucked the hard pink bud into his mouth. He bit down gently and felt her squirming with desire. Her creamy tits tasted different from his wife's. They were fresh and sweet, as if they had never been kissed before. He opened his mouth a little wider and sucked at the tit as hard, as he could.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "You really know how to suck a tit. You know how to suck it good!"

He bit gently and sucked some more. In a few moments he could feel her entire body moving in hot pleasure. He opened his mouth wider and sucked almost all of her tit into his mouth. He moved his hand up to caress her other big tit.

He could feel Lisa shaking her ass against his cock. It was making him feel more and more uncomfortable. He started lifting his ass off the chair and driving his cock up at her. His cock was straining in his trousers.

"Ummm," Lisa said softly. "That feels so big and hard. We'd better do something about that."

Lisa slipped out of his lap again. This time she went down between his legs. Her fingers tugged at his belt until she'd undone it. She reached her hand inside add found his hard cock bunched in his shorts. It took her a few more minutes of fumbling before she'd got his shorts out of the way and pulled his hard cock out.

"Ummm," she said. "It's beautiful!"

He couldn't believe it as she bent down and he felt her tongue flicking at his cockhead. His wife had never done anything like this. He felt her tongue jabbing at the tiny hole in his cockhead. She really knew what she was doing with that tongue. She opened her mouth and his cockhead slid up over her tongue.

Her mouth opened wider and he had the most delicious sensations he'd ever felt in his life. His cock went all the way into the depth of her mouth. He felt her throat closing around his thick cockhead. He could feel her teeth skimming his cockflesh.

"Oh fuck," he said softly. "Fuck, that feels so good. I've never felt anything like that before."

She raised her head. "Baby, you haven't felt anything yet."

Her soft hair started caressing his dick as she moved her head from side to side. He could feel her hot breath blowing against his feverish cockflesh. Her tongue started washing him like a mother cat washing her kittens. It took only a few moments before his rigid prick was glistening with her spit. He just couldn't believe this was happening to him. Not beautiful Lisa. He would never have dreamed that Lisa would do anything like this.

"Ummm," Lisa said, standing up. "You taste good and I hate to stop, but we've got to find someplace else. This place is kind of public."

"Where?" Rick asked.

Rick was feeling crazy now. All he could think about was this beautiful woman who was about to allow him to fuck her. She had a funny smile on her face as she took his hand.

"I know a place," she said.

Rick was surprised when she led him to the executive offices. Especially when she led him into his own boss' office. It was a big, comfortable-looking office with a huge couch. She turned to him with her hands on her hips.

"I bet you've never been in here before," she said.

"No," he said.

"I haven't either except to bring in a few papers. I thought this would be great. I've always thought about it. This is the first chance I've had."

Rick watched with his mouth half-open as Lisa skimmed out of her dress. She was wearing nothing but her panties and they did little to hide the abundance of her pussy hair.

"You like?" she asked, with a pouty look. She turned around and bent over a little so that he was looking at the cheeks of her beautiful ass. He felt his cock getting harder.

"Shit, you know I do," he said.

"Come here and take my panties off," she whispered.

He went to her and bent down. He skimmed Lisa's panties down over her long legs and she kicked them off. He was kneeling and his face was pressed right against her beautiful bush.

She put her hands on the back of his head. "Go ahead and taste Lisa. Tell me if you like my cunt."

"Oh shit, yeah," he moaned.

He pressed his face against her cunt. She bent slightly so that he could touch his lips to her puffy cuntlips. He tasted her juice. She was very wet. He had never known a woman who got so wet so fast. He started sucking at her pussy hairs and he felt her body trembling with pleasure.

"Let me sit down," she moaned.

She went to the couch and sat down. She opened her creamy thighs and he was looking right up her pussy hole. He could actually see the wetness of her pussy. He felt like a zombie as he walked toward her and sank down on his knees again. He could smell the sweet aroma of her cunt.

He pressed his face between her legs and be felt her shudder. Her legs clamped around his face. He started licking her plump cunt lips. He edged her cuntlips apart and rammed his tongue deep into her hot pussy.

"Oh yes, honey," she moaned. "Oh yes, I like that. Do me good. Eat up my pussy hole!"

She lifted her legs and locked them around his face. He started ramming his tongue in and out of her cunthole as fast as he could. He could feel Lisa moaning as he ate her. He could taste her sweet pussy juice.

"Oh yes," Lisa moaned. "Yes, I like that!"

He kept ramming his tongue in and out of her cunt until Lisa was screaming in joy. Finally he found her tiny clit and started probing it with his tongue. Lisa seemed to go crazy. Her ass was bouncing up and down on the couch and she kept begging him to give her more.

He sucked the button between his teeth and began chewing on it like a dog chewing on a bone. Her screams got louder and he could taste her pussy juice flooding his mouth.

"I love it," Lisa moaned. "I love your tongue in my hot pussy hole. I love it. Oh fuck, it feels good!"

Lisa hadn't come yet, and he was surprised when she pushed his head away.

"Now you undress, baby," she said. "Take off all your clothes and let me kiss your cock some more!"

Rick wouldn't have been able to stop if his wife had walked in on him at that moment. He quickly stood up and pulled off his pants and shorts. He felt her hot breath blowing against his cock. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and moved close to Lisa. She leaned forward and let her long silky hair brush against his rock-hard prick.

"Oh shit, baby," he moaned. "Oh shit, that's nice!"

Her silky hair kept brushing up and down his prick until he couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed her head and forced her lips down against his cock.

"So impatient," she said.

He could hear her giggling as she opened her lips and took the massive head of his cock inside her mouth. His cockhead rested on her tongue. He had gotten a blowjob once from a whore in Italy. She had simply put his cock in her mouth and sucked on it until he had exploded into her mouth. Then she had spit out the cum on the ground. She hadn't liked it. Lisa was completely different. She was giving him a blowjob like she enjoyed what she was doing. She slowly took his cock inside her mouth. He could feel her warm tongue moving up and down his rigid prick. Her mouth opened wider and she could feel his cockhead all the way into her throat. His fat cockhead was rubbing against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and let the cockhead slip out of her lips.

"Do you like my sucking you?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "Your mouth feels good!"

She grinned at him. Her red tongue started flicking all around the massive head of his cock. He could see her licking away some of his cum. That seemed to excite him more than anything that had happened so far. He felt like shooting his wad right then, but somehow he held back.

"You don't know what you're doing to me," he groaned.

"I know what I'm doing," Lisa said. "I know I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before."

Lisa started deep-throating him. He hadn't thought it was possible, but Lisa was taking his fat cock all the way down inside her mouth. His cock felt like it was going into her belly.

He could feel her teeth and lips pulling at his rod. He thought he was going to shoot his wad again, but Lisa stopped just before he did. She drew her head back. She kept two fingers against his balls but she didn't suck his cock anymore until he had relaxed. When she was sure that he was not going to come, she started licking at his prickhead again.

Lisa seemed to keep it up for hours. He had never dreamed of having a woman suck him this way. She kept up her licking and sucking until he thought he was going to go out of his mind.

Finally, she lifted her head. She slid her body up the couch and started kissing his mouth. He could taste his dick on her mouth but it didn't seem to matter. He drove his tongue deep into Lisa's throat. He could feel Lisa's slim fingers closing around his throbbing cock and her hand moving up and down.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked. "Are you going to fuck your Lisa until she screams?"

"Shit yeah," Rick said.

Lisa was grinning as she pulled him down to the floor on top of her. He could feel the warm pressure of her big tits against his chest. He could feel her fingers closing around his cock a little tighter and slowly directing his prick to her pussy.

"Now stick it to me," she moaned. "Stick it in me deep!"

He shoved his cock all the way into her tight cunthole. She gasped as she felt the delicious size of his huge cock. She started moving her ass from side to side as his prick moved in and out of her pussy.

"Oh yes, baby," he said. "I love your cock. I love your big, hard cock!"

His hands slid underneath her and he gently lifted up her ass. His prick started ramming into her pussy as deep as he could manage. His balls started slapping her asscheeks with loud whacks. She could move like no other woman he'd ever fucked. Lisa seemed to move all of her body at once.

"You're making me feel so good," Lisa said. "You're making me feel really good!"

Now Lisa was lifting her ass as high off the floor as she could manage. His prick was getting as deep into her pussy as he could manage and he was still trying to get it deeper.

"You beautiful bitch," he groaned. "You sweet, fucking bitch. I've never had a piece of ass like yours. It's so fucking great. It's fantastic!"

He could feel the hot, liquid fire in his balls. He knew he was going to be shooting it up through his prick and into her pussy in just a few moments. He pounded her a little harder. He could feel Lisa squeezing her cunt muscles around his prick.

"Feels so good, baby," Lisa whispered. "It feels so good. You really know how to fuck a girl!"

Lisa lifted her long legs and locked them around his back. His cock was all the way into her belly. He was afraid he wasn't going to be able to keep from shooting his wad. He tried to slow his pace but Lisa's moving ass kept bucking up at his cock.

"Do me harder," she whispered. "Fuck me harder!"

"I can't hold back," he whispered. "I'm going to shoot pretty soon. I can't help it!"

"Don't worry," she moaned, "I'll be right there with you."

He had never known a woman who could control her body as well as Lisa. She got faster as he got faster. It felt like her pussy was trying to snap his cock off.

She was the best piece of ass he'd ever gotten. He had to admit that not even his wife had a trained cunt like Lisa's. He couldn't seem to control himself. She was lifting her ass higher and higher and his fat cock was getting deeper and deeper.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"

"Oh shit, baby," he said. "Oh shit, I'm almost there. I'm almost fucking there. Oh shit, it feels nice. It feels so fucking nice. I'm coming, Lisa. I'M FUCKING COMING!"

He could feel the liquid fire shooting up from his balls. At the same time he heard Lisa gasping and sobbing and she was bucking like a wild woman. He could feel her pussy juices flooding his cock at the same time.

He kept ramming her cunt until the last trembling spasm went through both their bodies. He finally quit fucking her and slowly allowed his cock to slip out of her. He fell over on his back. He could hear Lisa making a soft humming sound and she knew it was one of pleasure.

"That was great," Lisa said. "You were something special. I had a feeling you would be."

He was beginning to feel guilt. He had not expected to ever be unfaithful to his wife and now he had been. Of course he had never expected to have a woman as beautiful as Lisa just throw herself at him.

"Ummmm," Lisa said. "Why so quiet?"

"I'm just thinking about my wife," he said. "I guess I shouldn't have done this."

"Oh shit," Lisa said. "Don't start thinking about your wife. She's doing the same thing right now, anyway."

Rick heard the words but it took a few moments for it to dawn on him. He suddenly turned to Lisa and grabbed her by the shoulders. His eyes were filled with fire.

"What did you say?"

"Let me go. You're hurting me."

"I'll hurt you worse. What did you say about my wife?"

"I said she's enjoying herself right now. She's at Ambrose's party and everybody knows what goes on at one of those parties. She's probably getting her pink ass fucked off."

"You lying bitch," he said.

"Why don't you go there yourself and find out?" she taunted, him.

"You're damn right I will," he said.

Rick had never been so angry. He could feel the hot bile in his throat as he stopped his car in front of the Ambrose mansion. The guard stepped out and walked toward Rick.

"This is a private party," the guard said.

"Fuck you," Rick said.

The guard looked shocked. He raised his hands as if he was going to stop Rick. It wasn't the smart thing to do. Rick didn't stop. His fist landed on the guard's chin and knocked him backwards. The guard lost his balance and dropped to his back.

Rick stepped over the guard and tried the door. It was locked. He backed up and kicked the door. The wood was not that good and it started splintering on his second kick. His fifth kick knocked it open.

The first person he saw was a naked young redhead. She was sitting in a chair in the hallway. A man was standing over her ramming his thick prick into her mouth while he played with her small titties. Her mouth was dripping cum and saliva. He recognized her as one of the young receptionists at the office.

Rick stepped around them and walked into the living room. There were two or three couples in the room but Rick only saw his wife. She was the center of attraction. She was on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room. A man was fucking her mouth while another man rammed his cock into her from behind. Rick couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never dreamed his wife could do anything like that.

He had never thought his wife liked sex that much.

Rick knew that he should rush in there and beat the hell out of those men fucking his wife. He couldn't seem to move. He could only stand and watch them fuck her. It was lewd, but it was also the most exciting thing he'd ever seen.

"Oh shit, baby," one man was yelling. "Oh shit, your mouth feels so fucking good. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! I'm going to shoot my FUCKING WAD!"

Rick could see the man's hairy ass driving his cock deep into his wife's beautiful mouth. He could see her mouth working on the man's cock. Her lipstick was smeared and there was cum dripping off her chin. He saw her head moving back and she was starting to swallow.

She was swallowing his cum. The bitch was swallowing cum!

At the same time the man behind her was ramming his prick even deeper into her snatch. He was moaning with pleasure and so was Rick's wife.

Suddenly the man was pulling, his cock out of her cunt and slapping it against her ass. Rick could see the first pearly white drops of his cum dripping off his wife's ass.

"Feel it, cunt," the man screwed. "Feel my cum. Feel it shooting all over you!"

He slapped her ass with his cock one last time. Rick saw the thick cum shooting out of his prick and wetting his wife's back and asscheeks. She didn't seem to mind. She kept rubbing her ass back against his cock until every drop of his cum had dripped out of her.

Rick was seething and he started across the room toward them. He would have killed someone, maybe his wife, if he hadn't seen another man coming out of the bedroom. Nobody had seen Rick but Rick recognized his boss. John. The tall, muscular man walked to his wife, still on her hands and knees.

"You look all cum covered, bitch," John said. "I think you've had a better party than anyone."

John reached down and started fondling Rick's wife titties. Rick wanted to kill, but he couldn't stop watching. His boss was naked except for jockey shorts and now he pulled them down and kicked them off.

"You know what I want, bitch," John said.

Caroline nodded her head. She got up and went to the couch. She bent over one arm of the couch so that her beautiful ass was high in the air. She reached back and spread her asscheeks so that her tight little asshole was visible.

Rick felt his mouth going dry. He couldn't believe that his wife was going to allow herself to be fucked there. His wife had never even kissed his cock before. But his prim and proper wife was going to allow her asshole to be fucked.

John was stroking his thick cock as he walked up to Caroline. His prick was hard and red as he positioned himself at Caroline's snowy white ass. He started rubbing his fat cock between the crack other ass.

"Shit, what an ass," John groaned. "What a big, beautiful ass. Rub my cock, baby! Rub it with your asshole!"

Rick watched his wife shoving back against John. Her creamy ass was rubbing against John's cock. Rick could see cum dripping out of the end of John's reddened prick and running down the crack of his wife's ass.

John held his cock in one hand and placed the fat knob against Caroline's asshole. Rick decided he'd had enough. He wasn't going to stand by and watch his wife get ass-fucked by his boss. Rick went angrily across the room and grabbed his boss' shoulder. He turned his boss around with an angry jerk.

"What the hell?" John said.

"I'm going to knock your fucking head off," Rick said.

John managed a faint grunt of surprise before Rick smashed a fist into John's face and sent the bigger man sprawling backwards. John started to get up and Rick balled up both fists.

"You get up and I'll break your fucking face," Rick said.

Rick grabbed his wife. Caroline was just beginning to realize what had happened. Rick was the last person she was expecting to see.

"Get your coat," Rick said.

"I didn't bring a coat," she said.

"Then put something fucking on," Rick said.

She couldn't find, her panties. She slipped her dress on over her naked body. She couldn't find her shoes and Rick didn't give her time to look for them. He had her by the hand as he dragged her out of the room.

The security guard was waiting on Rick. He had a nightstick and, he was looking mean. Rick had no time for nonsense. He jabbed the guard in the stomach and then slammed him on the chin. The guard went backwards and this time he didn't try to get back up.

"Rick," Caroline said. "Please stop. Let me explain."

"Explain what, bitch?" Rick asked. "Explain why you were fucking and sucking cock? You don't have to explain that to me. You're a fucking cunt!"

Caroline knew there was no sense talking to Rick. Besides, she didn't know anything she could say. Rick was right. She was a cunt. She was a fucking cunt!

It didn't take them long to get back to their apartment. Rick drove like a maniac. A couple of times she wanted to ask him to slow down but she kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to make him any madder.

She walked ahead of Rick into the apartment. He slammed the door shut behind them. She turned toward Rick, trying to think of something to say. She didn't have to say anything. Rick rammed her in the belly with his fist. She gasped for breath. He slapped her face with his open hand. He knocked her backwards. She stumbled over a couple of chairs. She tried to dodge around but Rick caught her by the hair.

"You fucking cunt," he moaned. "You fucking cock-sucking bitch. You wouldn't suck mine, but you'd suck any of those men at the party. You shit-eating bitch!"

He started slapping her face again and again. She couldn't get away from him. She tasted blood from her cut lip. He released her hair and slammed her in the stomach again.

Caroline couldn't do anything but drop to her knees sobbing. She felt Rick's hand in her hair. His fingers jerked at the silken strands.

"You bitch," he said. "I saw those men shooting their cum all over you. You were enjoying it. You can't tell me you weren't. You loved having their cum shooting over you."

"Please don't hurt me anymore, Rick," she said, sobbing. "Please don't."

"I'm not going to hurt you, cunt," Rick said. "I'm going to use you like you were made to be used. You're a cunt!"

Rick reached down and unzipped his pants. Ever since he had left the party he had been aware of his hard, throbbing meat. He had never felt so powerful. He had never felt so much in control of his wife.

"Take my cock out, bitch," Rick said. "Take it out and play with it."

Caroline obeyed him instantly. Caroline was aware that her husband had changed lot in the past few minutes. He had never, been so demanding before. She felt a shiver going through her as she reached her hand inside his pants.

Her fingers found his cock bunched in his shorts. His cock had never felt so huge. She had trouble with his shorts but she finally got them out of the way and was able to pull his rigid prick out of the opening.

Her fingers laced around the sweaty cock. She moved her hand up and down. Her fingers touched the massive cockhead and then slid back down the thick cock.

"Yeah, baby," Rick said. "You know how to do that. You know how to play with cocks, don't you?"

She didn't answer. Her hand worked faster and faster up the length of his cock.

"Answer me, bitch. Didn't you like playing with those other cocks? Didn't you like sucking their big, fat cocks and feeling their cum in your mouth?"

He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back until it was hurting her.

"Yes," she answered weakly. "I liked it. I like playing with their cocks."

"And did you like the taste of their cum, bitch? Did you like drinking it?"

"Yes," she moaned.

He released her but his hips moved forward until his prick was rubbing against her cheek.

"Then suck mine, cunt. Show me how you enjoyed sucking cock."

Rick moved his hands down the front of her body and underneath her dress. He lifted her tithes out of her dress and began massaging them roughly. Caroline moved her face closer to his cock and took a deep breath. She could smell the strong odor of her husband's cock. She was determined to do a good job, as good as she'd ever done. She wanted this to be a masterpiece of head. She wanted to stop her husband from being angry.

She circled his cock with her fingers and began licking at the flared head.

"Bitch," he said softly. "Shit, you know how to suck it, don't you? You've been getting plenty of fucking practice..."

Her tongue moved around the fat head of his cock. Her mouth opened wide and she took the throbbing cockhead inside her mouth. She let the cockhead slide over her tongue and deep into her throat. Her teeth closed around the sweaty cockhead. Her teeth pulled at the fat cockhead. She tasted some of his salty cum cream.

She lifted her head and let her silky hair fall around his swollen cock. She brushed her hair back and forth across his thick cock. She could see another drop of cum spot the tip of his rigid prick. She leaned over and licked it away.

"You sweet, hot-assed bitch," he said. "Fuck your fucking ass. Take it inside your mouth all the way to my fucking balls!"

This time she opened her mouth wide and she let his cock slide into her mouth all the way to his balls. She left it inside her mouth. She felt his hands in her silky hair. His fingers wrapped around a few strands of her hair and he pulled her head slowly back. Then he pushed his rigid prick back into her mouth all the way again.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck your fucking mouth!"

He held her head firm as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. In a few seconds his prick was glistening with his dripping cum and her saliva. He tightened his grip on her head. She kept using her tongue around his throbbing prick. She could feel his prick slowly getting fatter inside her mouth.

It was crazy, but she could feel little shivers of excitement going through her. Those hard hands massaging her tits sent a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. She was beginning to ache with hunger. Her pussy needed fucking.

Her husband had never turned her on this way before. Not when he was being a gentle man. But tonight he was being an animal and he was making her hot.

"You fucking cunt," he moaned. "I'm going to make you drink it. I'm going to make you fucking drink my cum. You bitch! You sweet-assed little bitch! BITCH!"

He rammed his prick into her month as deep as he could. She choked as the first hot spurt of thick jism filled her mouth. She started swallowing as quickly as she could. She could feel the hot jism going down the back of her throat. She kept swallowing the hot jism but some of it leaked out of her mouth and down her chin. He really had a lot of cum. She kept swallowing until the last drop had been milked from his swollen cock. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed his wet prick in her hair. He stepped back.

"You sweet bitch," he said.

Her husband went to the kitchen and came back with a beer. He was looking at her strangely as he sat down, on the couch and sipped his beer.

"Take off that fucking dress," he told her. She nodded and quickly obeyed him. Her dress fell in a heap on the floor. She stood up. She knew she was still stained with cum from the men who'd fucked her.

"Turn around," he said. "Turn around and bend over. I want to admire that big ass of yours!"

She turned around and bent over. She spread her cheeks apart with her fingers so that he could see the red walls of her asshole. She suddenly had a feeling that she knew what was on her husband's mind. He wasn't angry anymore, but he was thinking about her asshole. Caroline sighed. Getting it in the ass still hurt her, but she was willing to do anything to make her husband happy.

Her husband sipped his beer and stared at her beautiful ass. He was thinking about the way she had bent over for his boss. She had presented her ass to his boss as if it belonged to him. Rick could feel a little of the anger coming back. She deserved what he was going to give her. She had opened her legs for everybody in town. Now her husband was going to get his fair share.

"Go over to the table," he said. "Bend over just like you are now. I'm going to ram that sweet asshole of yours."

"All right, honey," she said.

She went to the table and bent over. It was uncomfortable, but she didn't protest. Her husband came over to the table and bent over her. She could feel his cock rubbing between the cracks of her ass. His prick wasn't hard yet but she knew that it soon would be.

He reached around her body and grasped her tits. His fingers rubbed her stiff nipples. She pushed her ass back against him as she felt his cock getting harder.

"Yeah, bitch," he said. "You're ready for it aren't you? My little hot-assed bitch is ready for it."

His hand circled his cock and he pressed the hardened knob against her tiny shitter. He had no mercy on her. He pushed as hard as he could. He felt her squirming at the painful entrance of his cock. His cockhead popped inside her asshole. He remained still for a moment.

"Oh shit, you're tight," he moaned. "Oh shit, you're so fucking tight!"

His fingers tightened on her tits a little harder. Her nipples felt rigid in his palms. He tightened his fingers around her tits until it was almost hurting her.

"Now you're going to get it, bitch," he told her. "Now you're going to get it all the fucking way. Get ready for it, bitch. Get ready for the whole fucking thing!"

She thought she was ready, but the sudden pain in her asshole almost made her black out.

He had rammed his prick all the way up into her insides. She bit her lips to keep from screaming. He left his cock inside her asshole.

"Fantastic, baby," he groaned. "It feels so fucking good. It feels fucking good!"

He still didn't fuck her right away. Instead he kept caressing her big tits and running his fingers over her aching nipples. He started kissing the back of her neck. He bit down gently and she started squirming underneath him.

"Yeah," he said. "I thought you'd like it. You're a sweet bitch and you're starting to like it. I thought you'd like it!"

He started to fuck her. His prick rammed her in hard strokes. She felt like his knob was burning a hole deep inside her belly. She felt like screaming in agony but she kept herself from it. Instead she pressed her tits against his fingers and rubbed. She kept thinking that she was making up for how awful she'd been to her husband. She knew she loved her husband. She was willing to do anything to make up to him for what she'd done.

He began to ram her harder. His fat knob was deep inside her belly and she could already feel some of his cum leaking inside her. Her asshole was getting sticky. She remembered something she thought he'd like and she reached underneath them and started fondling his swollen balls.

"You bitch," he groaned. "You fucking bitch! You know how to make a man come, don't you? You know how to make a man fucking come!"

"I want you to come," she whispered. "I want you to come inside my asshole!"

It was going to happen. She could feel his prick getting fatter. Suddenly, it wasn't hurting her so bad anymore. She could think of nothing but how good she was making her husband feel. This time it didn't matter that she wasn't getting her rocks off. The only thing that was important was that she was making her husband happy.

"Sweet fuck," he moaned. "Sweet lack! I'm going to ram it all the way up your asshole and come inside you. I'm going to fucking come inside your asshole. I'm going to shoot my wad, bitch! I'm going to shoot my fucking wad!"

He was driving it right up through her belly and out her throat. At least it felt that way. She could feel some more of his thick jism spilling into her belly. She could feel some of his cum leaking on her thighs.

"Oh," she said. "Come in me, baby. Come in me. Right away!"

"You're fucking right I'm going to come in you," he cried. "I'm going to fucking come in you right now. Feel it, bitch! Feel my cum shooting into you! FEEL THAT, CUNT, SUCKING BITCH, FUCKING CUNT!"

He rammed into her asshole one last time and she felt his thick cum spurting wildly into her pussy. His cock jerked a couple of times and she felt her asshole filling up with his cum.

He gave her another shove and she felt the rest of his cum leaking inside her.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Oh fuck, I've never had anything like your sweet big ass!" Her husband had gotten over his anger. She knew he would probably get angry again after he had thought about things, but she knew she could handle that. Maybe her marriage wouldn't break up after all.

"What are you going to do now, Rick?" she asked.

Rick got up and went to the bar. He fixed himself a strong drink and went back and sat down on the couch. He watched his beautiful young wife sitting on the floor. He had never felt such lust as he had felt a few moments before. Or such anger. He couldn't feel those things now. He was too satisfied.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Rick said. "I know one thing. I don't have a job anymore. But I can find a new job outside of the city. But what about us?"

"I'm sorry for what happened," she said honestly. "I don't know how to explain it."

"That doesn't matter," Rick said. "I don't think there's any way you could explain it. But tell me this. Do you want to keep living with me? As my wife?"

"Yes," she answered quickly. "That's all that's important. I want to be your wife. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything at all."

"Would you clean my dick for me with your tongue?" he asked.

"After I've just fucked your asshole?"

"I said I'd do anything," she said.

"Prove t," he said.

She proved it. It wasn't a task that she enjoyed but she did a good job of it. She cleaned his cock and balls with her tongue and lips. He looked satisfied when she was finished.

"All right," he said. "I'm going to keep you around. But remember that you belong to me."

"Anything," she said.

"Then go into the bedroom. I'm feeling kind of horny again. I'm going to fuck your ass off tonight."

"Yes sir," she said.

Caroline could feel her heart pounding as she went into the bedroom. She would be the best fuck he'd ever have. She would make it impossible for him to leave her. She would give him a fucking that he would never, get anywhere else.

She was his woman. His wife. From now on she was going to do her but to satisfy him. Of course, there might be a couple of men on the side. She couldn't stop completely. She'd found that she loved fucking and sucking too much!

THE END

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