Chapter Seven
Nadalee lay panting for breath with her nerves frayed and her semen-
flooded vagina used and violated as never before. Her tightly closed
eyes refused to open and face the stark daylight that must be clearly
illuminating the lewd, shocking sight she must make as she sprawled
completely naked and sperm-smeared on the large couch. God, she had no
idea how long she had even been there, she realized with a rush of
panicky alarm as she struggled to raise herself up to a straight
sitting position, her eyes fluttering open experimentally at the sound
of a somehow familiar male voice nearby. She blinked her lids a few
times, trying to accustom her vision to the bright glaring sunlight
that was streaming into the room through the windows. Little by little,
she was able to make out the vague forms of a man and a woman ... then,
gradually, their faces came into focus in the blazing brilliancy of the
sunshine.
Nadalee's heart suddenly stopped.
Newton!
A scarlet flame spread over her cheeks and neck, scorching her senses,
stifling her until she was left breathless. The gorgeous young wife was
utterly paralyzed, unable to move the slightest fraction of an inch as
though her luscious backside were nailed to the leather couch cushion
where she sat. The horrible shock had rendered her so numb that she was
even incapable of averting her green eyes to avoid the bold, sneering
expression of loathing and contempt on her husband's face.
"My God, no, no!" she moaned pitifully, opening her mouth to scream but
unable to even draw the breath necessary. Her brain whirling in
humiliation and disbelief, she began to sob in shame that he should see
her like this, wantonly naked with her legs still open and her stomach
still filled with the hot wetness of the German Shepherd's sperm. She
had never felt so depraved and wicked, so shamed and debased ever
before in her entire life.... Oh no, please let it be a mistake, she
prayed over and over. It was all just a nightmare and surely she would
wake up any minute now.
"Hi there, honey.... That was quite a little show you put on for
everybody," Newton scoffed, his fierce eyes locking coldly on her naked
young body like merciless barbs of accusation. "I didn't know about
your knack as an animal trainer. Are dogs your favorite or do you
specialize in other animals too?"
"Oh, Newton, I ... I love you.... Y-you're my f-favorite," she gasped.
Then, realizing what she had said, she added helplessly, "I mean-I
mean-"
"Skip it, you dirty little slut," Newton said bitterly, biting off each
harsh word for emphasis. She had never heard him speak this way before
and every syllable fell on her ears like the stinging lash of a
horsewhip. Suddenly she collapsed back on the couch and a torrential
outpouring of tears burst from her, her mind flooding with shame and
regret that she could no longer control. Great wracking sobs rose from
her throat, scalding and crippling her until she was reduced to a
shivering, shuddering mass of anguish with nowhere to turn.
"Is she cryin' because she wants old Buck to fuck her again?" Braun
droned, a look of consternation and sympathy in the expression on his
face. "I'll fuck her, Mr. Blackwell, if that's what she wants.... She
don't need to cry."
"Now just don't you worry yourself about little Nadalee, stupid,
because I'll calm the poor girl in my own way," George assured easily,
giving the bald moronic servant a tolerant smile. Glancing quickly over
at Newton first, the imposing silver-haired man added, "You see, the
sweet young thing needs an older man to comfort her at a time like this
... someone like me."
"George, darling, don't you think it's time now to clear up a few
things-before it gets any later-unless we want to waste the whole day
just standing around talking?" Dolores suggested with a slight toss of
her hand to show her impatience. She was afraid that Newton might cool
off sexually if he was given too much time to think and maybe become
even angrier than he already was.... And besides, she was growing
anxious at the thought of having a little session with the redhead's
tempting young specimen of virile manhood.
"Yes, dear, I suppose you're right again," George agreed as he cleared
his throat and straightened up to his full towering height. "We might
as well be open and above-board about all this, don't you think,
Newton?"
"I sure do, Mr. Blackwell, even if it does seem kind of hard around a
dirty little whore like my wife," Newton said sullenly, his eyes
flaring wide with resentment as he poked his lean, dark face forward
toward Nadalee's weeping form on the couch.
The distraught young redhead's mind was blank and she gazed out across
the study with unseeing eyes. Only one thing was clear in her tortured
brain-a fact that winced on and off agonizingly in her consciousness-
and that was that her own husband hated her, called her "a dirty little
whore, a slut" who was no longer worthy of his trust in her. Oh God,
she groaned inwardly, if only she had not allowed herself to peek
through that doorway at the Blackwells yesterday! If only she had
listened to Newton those times he had warned her against the evil
lurking within her! Then, perhaps, yesterday would never have happened
at all and she would not have been in the horrible position she was in
at the moment.... She would not have been afraid to refuse Mr.
Blackwell a little while ago when he had urged her to undress and
submit to the unnatural, humiliating sex act with the giant dog. And
what was more important, she would not be ashamed of herself now for
having allowed the lewd vulgar act to excite her to the wildly ecstatic
orgasm that had driven her completely out of her mind!
"I'm glad you agree, Newton," George finally said after a long
strategy-planning session in his mind. "I hate to admit it, believe me,
but I'm afraid you're right about your wife's morals being less than
they should be.... I'll spare you the details ... and yet I don't think
you should be too hard on her. After all, she's still just a girl and
was only obeying her natural instincts."
"But why the dog? Why was Buck doing that to her?" Newton asked
indignantly, his face flaming up harshly, his eyes shining bright with
anger as he fought to maintain his self-control and calm his twitching
nerves.
"Well, that's easy to explain. You see," George said gravely, almost
reflectively, "Nadalee's presence in the house had become a real
problem-you know, son, since she's so pretty and well-matured for her
age. I suggested to her that she would either have to quit her job or
find a solution to the problem she had created by exciting the innocent
dumb beast as well as Braun to boot. Well, to make a long story short,
she took the obvious way out and you just happened to catch her in the
act with Buck."
"Braun? Do you mean she let him screw her too?" Newton asked wide-eyed,
his voice vibrating fiercely with emotion. "My wife let a dog and a
bald idiot screw her!..."
"Let? Did it look like she was letting Buck give it to her? Did it look
like she was suffering?" Dolores prodded, her questions hitting the
good-looking boy with hard flat rapidity.
"What now?" Newton wondered after a long period of silence as he
shifted his eyes desperately from George to Dolores and back again, no
longer able to conceal the steadily mounting anxiety he felt. He seemed
to be waiting for them to explain his own emotions at the moment, to
tell him why his young male loins still tingled lasciviously with
sexual excitement even though he was bitterly angry and hurt. He wanted
to know why the shocking sight of his wife being ravaged by the huge
dog aroused him even now as he remembered it, causing his pulsing cock
to lurch slightly under his trousers as it jerked to greater hardness.
"Well, I know what most men would do now," Dolores said coyly, giving
the youthful brunette husband a frank, intimate smile, her blue eyes
softening as she measured him. Yes, she decided, he was ready now-he
was infuriated and yet just confused enough to accept a proposal that
he would not ordinarily even consider. "If I were in your shoes, I
think I'd handle myself like any normal man.... I'd find myself another
woman and have some fun with her-just to even the score."
"Hell, she's right, Newton," George enthused, nodding approval of his
wife's suggestion. "As far as I can see, it's your only logical move.
It'll probably save your marriage, you know, because a man and his wife
shouldn't have things like this to hold over each other ... especially
two healthy young people who want to work together on their own land
one of these days."
"My husband forgot to mention how important it is that Nadalee actually
sees you enjoying yourself with some other woman," the older woman
added quickly, "just the way you saw her going out of her mind when the
dog was giving it to her."
"I know you're both right," Newton said with a little laugh of
embarrassment, "but I just don't know another woman who'd help out that
way." God, this kid really is innocent, Dolores thought, amused and yet
growing more and more impatient to get the party rolling. Was he blind
or just too stupid to see that she was completely naked and obviously
interested in seeing him that way as soon as possible?
"That shouldn't be any problem," George said cheerfully, turning his
head slightly to wink slyly at his attractive blonde wife. "I think
Mrs. Blackwell's willing to help you, aren't you, my dear?" The
millionaire studied his wife's glittering blue eves for a moment,
noting with satisfaction that they were a little glazed from the
anticipation she must be feeling.
"Of course, George, I'd love to offer myself to this boy!" she said as
she turned to face Newton with an expression of sultry expectancy on
her face. "You know I'm fond of him anyway and will do anything I can
to help him ... if he really cares about his marriage with Nadalee
enough to do something about it ... right now."
"Newton, no, don't listen.... Please, give me a chance to explain,"
Nadalee begged, praying that he would stop long enough to listen to her
plea. But her words of supplication sounded pathetic and useless even
to her and she could not help but give way to a fresh outburst of
sobbing that left her unable to speak even if she knew the right words
to say.
"You dirty little whore, you damned dirty little whore! What right do
you have to open your mouth?" Newton seethed as he moved closer to
Dolores' naked body. "Mrs. Blackwell wants to help us-even though she's
a married woman- and I'm going to take her up on her kind offer."
"You won't be sorry," Dolores purred softly as she stepped up to stand
at his side, her hand slipping smoothly around his slim waist for the
second time that afternoon. She reached up with her other hand to push
her long fingers through his dark brown hair, tenderly but teasingly.
Tiny sensations of pleasure coursed through him, making the hair at the
back of his neck prickle and stand up, his mind suddenly reeling from
the thrill of her intimate nearness, her warmth and stimulating female
aromas. God, she was a real woman, he thought to himself, realizing as
though for the first time that she was completely naked. He allowed his
eyes to roam over her ripe, voluptuous body from the full white mounds
of her breasts with their ruby nipples down to the swell of her hips
and the tawny patch of pubic hair nestling between the soft velvet of
her thighs. Just as George had done a few moments before, Newton also
noticed the smoky quality in her deep blue eyes and recognized it as a
sign of the passion smoldering in her veins.
"Let's go over there and sit down," the blonde said huskily as she
pointed a finger toward the far end of the huge leather couch where
Nadalee still sat weeping with her face buried in both hands. "There'll
be plenty of room for everyone if we stay on our half of the couch ...
room enough for everyone but poor Braun and his horny German Shepherd."
"Well, they've already had their fun anyway," Newton laughed weakly as
he impulsively draped his arm around her waist and guided his
employer's willing wife across the room to the recommended spot on the
opposite end of the couch from his own naked young wife. It was
strange, he thought with a flash of pride, but he felt hardly nervous
at all. He sensed the beginning of a new strength and self-confidence
that he had never known before in his life. As a matter of fact, he
felt just great-if suddenly he had found a band new source of power
inside himself, one that had been dormant all his life and now seemed
to open up a greater, more adventurous world of possibility for him. He
knew that making love with Mrs. Blackwell was going to make him into a
different person, all right, but he also realized that her millionaire
husband had been right when he had said that a man and his wife should
never have anything to hold over each other. At least this way he could
never justly blame Nadalee for her unfaithfulness, not with a clear
conscience anyway, and he could have the satisfaction of getting his
revenge against her in the meantime.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Newton?" Dolores asked a moment after
they had reached their destination, her lips pursed in a playful little
pout of disappointment as she lowered her eyes insinuatingly to the
throbbing bulge at his trouser crotch. He glanced down to see what she
was staring at, a look of perplexity on his handsome face until it
finally dawned on him what she was talking about.
"Yeah, I guess so," he grinned foolishly, his heart beating rapidly as
he began immediately to strip his work clothes from his body. A slight
wave of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and
shorts to the floor and then turned to face the older woman, his lithe
exciting body completely naked.
"Mmmmm, nice," she murmured as she gazed appreciatively down at the
stiff cock jutting in erection from his male loins. Her eyes remained
riveted to the pulsing blood-filled head for a long moment before she
sat down on the plush leather couch with one hand reaching up to him as
she patted the spot next to her with the other. When he had settled
himself beside her, she moved her closest leg against his so that the
naked warmth of their flesh was pressed firmly together. He felt a
momentary surge of panic but it soon left him as she reached over with
one hand to trace a series of tiny tantalizing circles with the
sharpness of her fingernails over the taut male skin of his stomach. He
shivered for a second and half-turned toward her to drink in the
smoothness of her voluptuous white body.
"Do you like me?" the blonde asked in a slow sexy voice, her passion-
filmed eyes seeming to wander like blue jewels floating free in her
head.
"What do you think?" the brunette employee replied with a boyish grin.
But Dolores did not even hear him and reached over to him, curling both
arms around his back and pulling him onto her. One of his hairy legs
lodged tightly between her slightly parted thighs and he felt her
honey-colored pubic hair rubbing just above his slightly bent knee. She
felt surprisingly soft and supple and her rounded white body fit
against his as though they belonged together. She squirmed to move her
downy pubic mound up against his tensing loins, bringing his cock to a
painful hardness. He bent over her to press his eager lips hard against
hers as he sensed a tiny flow of seminal fluid seeping wetly from the
glans at the end of his rigid jerking prick. It smeared her already
moist vaginal crevice as she continued to grind up against him with a
practiced thoroughness that drove him half insane with lust. His prick
was pulsating now as if the slightest extra pressure would cause the
sperm in his aching testicles to gush out of him before either of them
could fully enjoy the extent of the pleasure yet to come.
He thrust his hot tongue far into her mouth as she sucked greedily at
it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth until he felt feverish
chills racing up and down the length of his spine. It was almost too
much to bear without letup and he pulled his head away to escape the
teasing sensation, placing his cheek against her blonde hair as he
thought guiltily for a moment of Nadalee sitting on the other end of
the couch and what a shock it would be when she lifted her head from
her hands. Even though she had obviously thought nothing of her own
infidelity with Braun and the dog, it would half kill her when she got
her first glimpse of his performance with the thirty-five year-old
blonde.
He turned to face Dolores again, closing his mouth tightly over hers as
he plunged his red tongue into her moist oral cavern. He felt her hand
searching down between their bodies for the throbbing hardness of his
long uncircumcised cock. He gasped as the coolness of her slender
fingers closed around his rigidity. She gave an answering moan and
crushed almost the full length of her white yielding body against his
leanness, grinding her writhing pelvis harshly against him and pressing
her full heaving breasts against his chest until they were smashed
nearly flat and bulged out at the sides. She was a wild woman, a wanton
bitch, and he felt like a real man at last, a man of such energy and
sexual fire that he could even drive an older, probably well-
experienced woman such as Dolores Blackwell almost crazy!
"Aaah, Jesus!" he hissed in lewd excitement as his hands ran
frantically over her fleecy soft curves, eagerly exploring all the
secret hollows. "I've got to fuck you, Mrs. Blackwell! I've got to fuck
you right away!"
"No, darling, not yet.... Soon but not just yet," she breathed,
managing to wring a sweet smile out of her desire-twisted facial
features. "I'm going to give you a special treat first ... a kind of
bonus for your hard work and because you've been so brave about
everything."
He responded to the pressure of her hands and lay back against the
couch in the position she seemed to want him in, despite how much he
hated to lose the delicious warm contact of his rock-hard penis against
the smoothness of her churning belly. He lay tense with his shoulder
blades supported by the spongy broad roll of leather behind him, his
aching young maleness pointed straight up at the ceiling. Then, almost
by accident, he noticed a long mirror hanging in an angled position
directly over the immense couch. He could see them both reflected
clearly in it and was able to follow her movements with his anxious
gaze without even having to lift his head to look down at her. He saw
that she had turned on her side toward him and was now reaching out
with her left hand to grasp his thickness gently. She began to stroke
him teasingly, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, maddening
rhythm that made him ache and throb almost beyond human endurance. Then
she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her glistening
red lips only a few inches from the angry distended head of his cock.
She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it softly between the
flats of her palms until it tightened even more and he was certain that
the stretched purplish-pink skin would burst.
She lifted one hand then to toss her flowing golden-yellow hair over
her far shoulder, giving him a completely unobstructed view of the
older woman's face and his own towering column of rigid flesh. Newton
watched breathlessly as her head dropped slowly down to him and he
jumped slightly as her tongue suddenly flicked out, its hot tip boring
teasingly into the beaded moisture oozing out of the tiny hole in the
end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden surprising contact as
little exciting chills rippled over his nerves, drawing a deep groan
from his lips.
Without warning, she dropped her mouth down the last inch and enclosed
the whole of the sensitive head with a warm, pressuring wetness. Her
moist red lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the
glans, capturing it completely inside the satiny smoothness of her
mouth.
"Aaaaahh, goood!" he groaned as he automatically raised his head from
the couch and peered down excitedly at her obscenely contorted face.
The sight of his hard, jerking prick sunk over half-way between her
ovalled red lips increased the sheer raw pleasure he felt even more.
Christ, his fleshy rod glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the
part that she had not yet taken between her moist, wide-stretched lips.
She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with the
fingers of one hand and stroked the thick base of his cock between the
thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up
and down. He could feel the thrilling softness of her slaving tongue
twirling wildly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, bathing it
with her saliva as she flicked the tip magically across the tiny
opening of the gland on the end, licking voraciously at his precious
male semen.
His trim muscular buttocks flexed upward of their own accord, his head
still raised up awkwardly as he watched the ripe-bodied blonde's
sucking mouth pumping up and down on him desperately, as though his
stiff glistening prick were the last one left anywhere on the face of
the earth. He reached down with both hands to press the palms flat
against her billowing soft cheeks, feeling the slippery girth of his
shaft pressuring outward against them every time she drove forward to
engulf as much of it as possible.
Nadalee's ears were filled to the point of overflowing with the
tormenting barrage of lewd wet sounds coming from the opposite end of
the vast leather couch. And yet, no matter how much she tried to force
herself, she could not manage to lift her tear-stained face from the
shield of safety that she found in the sweaty palms of her upturned
hands. She sat wordlessly with the naked line of her back still bowed
forward in a little arch of despair, her whole being darkened from the
horror and pain she felt over the blurred picture in her mind of her
devoted hard-working husband making love to Mrs. Blackwell.... It was
cruel and unfair, she decided over and over again, hating herself for
being so helpless, so helpless that she was unable to budge from her
seat to escape the torture of having to listen to Newton's groans of
lustful pleasure mingling with those of the middle-aged blonde woman
under him.... At least he had his fanatic faith in the Bible and the
self-righteous sense of his manhood to fall back on if anyone should
ever demand that he justify himself for breaking the sacred vows of
faithfulness in his marriage. He was openly betraying her less than six
feet away from where she sat-he was doing it on purpose even though she
had never meant to cheat on him at all! She had been frightened into
submitting herself obediently to the debasing sex sessions with Braun
and the huge German Shepherd. She had allowed herself to be shamed and
humiliated for his sake! No, the beautiful girl resolved once and for
all, it was just not fair at all!
Shit, it had been a long time since she had sucked his prick like that,
George Blackwell thought to himself as he stood watching the hard
fleshy length of Newton's penis bulging in and out of his blonde wife's
wide-stretched lips. He mused sadistically on what pretty little
Nadalee's face would look like when she finally opened her great big
green eyes and saw how much her religious upright husband was enjoying
Dolores' exceptional talent as a cock-sucker. An obscene thrill washed
over him at the thought and he suddenly made up his mind that he would
not deprive himself of that pleasure a moment longer.
"Come on, my dear, take a good look at what Dolores is doing to your
husband," George panted at Nadalee as he eased his gigantic form down
on the couch beside her. He chuckled licentiously when she refused to
answer and then began to wonder if she had even heard him. Well, there
was one way to find out, he shrugged, slipping his huge beefy hands
around her from behind and cupping the swollen ripeness of her young
breasts. She gave no indication that she was even aware of his presence
and he trapped both of her pink sensitive nipples between the thumb and
forefinger of each hand, pinching and rolling them until a hot,
excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her,
causing her to raise her head instinctively from her hands and turn to
gaze at him in astonishment. She attempted to move away from his
insulting hands but he held her firmly to the spot, the slight
squirming motions of her luscious young torso merely inciting the
silver-haired millionaire of forty-five to greater boldness. The
muscles of her lush eighteen year-old body were as taut as bow strings
as she felt her resistance begin to weaken almost immediately to the
desire-producing manipulations of his harsh hands on her rounded ivory-
white breasts.
"Please, Mr. Blackwell, I don't want this," the trembling redheaded
girl implored.
"Why not, baby, why not?" George puffed as he felt several violent
surges of blood fill his thick penis painfully, making it throb even
higher as he pressed forward into the dark warm split of her buttocks
to ease the pain of his hardness.
"Please, don't!" she vainly commanded.
"Listen, you delicious little bitch, I'll squeeze and fuck you all I
want to," he snarled from behind her as he gouged the fingertips of
both hands cruelly into the quivering white flesh of her breasts.
"Goddammit, you might be begging for any cock you can get pretty soon-
if that crazy look on your husband's face is any indication at all of
how much he loves the blow-job my wife's giving him at this very
minute. Go on, kid, have a good look for yourself-maybe you'll learn
something."
Nadalee's burning curiosity got the best of her at last and she turned
her eyes cautiously toward the far end of the couch where the older
woman and Newton were making salacious grunting sounds and another
noise of muffled wetness that was unfamiliar to the teen-aged wife. At
first, she guessed that her vision had gone thoroughly haywire, that
she had lost her mental grip as a result of the intense pressure she
was undergoing, but gradually she was forced to admit that what was
happening right before her eyes was definitely real and no illusion.
"Oooooohhhh," the girl cried out in unbelieving shock as her brain
fully absorbed the staggering sight of her own husband's long hard
prick buried deep in Dolores' mouth. Nadalee gaped in awe at the full-
bodied blonde's lips sliding lewdly up and down the inflamed shaft of
flesh, finding herself amazed at how much of Newton's thick length the
older woman could take into her head. God, the surprised young wife
marveled, the head of it must be sinking halfway down Dolores' throat!
Nadalee was so engrossed in watching the lurid spectacle that she
hardly noticed George's hands locking roughly on the white softness of
her naked buttocks, lifting her lower body up slowly so that she was
forced to assume a subservient kneeling position, her upper torso
supported by her forearms. She cringed a little as one of his hands
left the curve of her flank to trail a slow teasing path down the
smooth unresisting flatness of her lower belly to play at the
moistening "vee" of her pussy. A few seconds later it curled up into
the pink ragged-edged slit, his nail scraping softly at the tiny bud of
her clitoris, sending it throbbing into alertness. The pulsing hugeness
of his cock was now insinuated deep in the sweat-soaked crevice of her
savory upthrust ass and, without thinking, she began to press back
against it.
Her lust-driven employer began an insistent rocking movement to which
her shapely adolescent body responded against her will. Suddenly she
lost interest in the scene at the other end of the couch just enough to
sense that her tight, sweet-smelling cunt was starting to ooze out the
slippery juices of lubrication, the trickling wetness that she began to
think would soon ease the entry to George Blackwell's ardently probing
cock into the hot wet confines of her vaginal passage.
"Bend down a little more, baby, because old George is going to ram it
to you any second now," he warned hoarsely, grinning to himself at the
thought of how quickly she had reached the necessary plateau of
arousal. She was just the way he liked them-not quite excited enough to
take him on without a bit of protest and yet too damned still up to
refuse. "Down a little, I said!"
"Oh please, I can't.... I mustn't," she begged, her buttocks still
rotating backward against him in tiny inviting circles of erotic
movement.
"Ah, baby, don't you want your daddy's nice long cock to put out the
fire in that sweet little hole of yours?" he teased, flicking his hips
forward slightly ... just far enough to brush the tremulous rubbery
flesh of the head tantalizingly across the quivering moistness of her
cuntal lips.
"Oh God, you dirty old bastard! Yes, yes, I want it, I want it in my
hot pussy!" she sobbed out in degrading need for him. She reached back
then with one hand to capture the tormenting head of the penis and
guide it up the palpitating open entrance to the depths of her belly.
George drew back just enough to frustrate her shameless effort to be
filled by him, chuckling fiendishly.
"Not so fast, baby," he barked. "First, tell me what my wife is doing
to your husband ... tell me exactly, now, or I'll wait until tomorrow
to fuck you."
"Oh God, God, I hate you!"
"Tell me."
"She's-she's sucking his penis."
"His what?"
"His prick, his stiff prick! She's blowing him! She's going to make him
shoot his dirty cum into her mouth ... so she can swallow it all
downy.... Now, I did it.... Fuck my hot cunt!" the impassioned sweet-
faced wife screamed, reaching back again to grab the evasive rod of
male flesh like a starving flaming-haired nymphomaniac. When she found
it, she clamped her fingers around its blue-veined girth and
desperately placed the blunt, throbbing head up against the opening of
her waiting, well-lubricated vagina. She felt him exert a steadily
increasing pressure until suddenly her firm young thighs were swept
wide apart and the hot rock-like length of his prick slithered into her
tight wet cunt like a greased battering-ram. The heavy weight of his
loins collided hard against the firm roundness of her upraised
buttocks.
"Aaaagggh!" the girl strangled through tightly compressed lips. She
struggled and swayed for a moment, knowing that it was absolutely
useless to try to beg off now. The large-framed older man had drilled
all the way up into her soft slender belly, his great cock skewered in
her tight warmth up to the hilt. She was a hopeless prisoner, a mass of
young white flesh impaled on his maleness like a succulent lamb spitted
for roasting. He slowly began to stroke forward in and out of her naked
helpless vagina, his tempo mounting relentlessly until soul-searing
waves of tingling masochistic pleasure coursed through her. Kneeling
over her bent body, George gritted his teeth and fucked faster and
faster, plundering in and out of her with long brutal lunges that
knocked the breath out of her lungs.
She soon forgot the humiliation of bending down like a slave while a
cold-blooded sadist fucked her from behind, venting his raw lust in her
eager milking cunt.
Newton's bloated balls were on the verge of bursting asunder as he
watched Dolores' face working harder than ever over his long lust-
expanded cock. She shifted her position over his hair-covered pelvis
without disengaging her mouth from him and reached under his jerking
ass-cheeks to cup them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to
her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing gland
furiously until he was certain he was ready to shoot off his fiery
load. Christ, she was taking almost the whole damned length of his
rigid prick!
The woman really knew what she was doing but he was sure that she would
choke to death. He could see clear droplets of sweat running in tiny
zigzag trails down over the full sloping mounds of her breasts as she
bucked up and down over his lean young body like a woman sentenced to a
severe sexual bondage. The muscles of his stomach tightened to the
point that they seemed about to snap from the force of his excitement.
"Goddammit, suck it, suck it-I'm going to cum in you!" he commanded,
the unfamiliar vulgarity of his language strangely exciting to him.
Suddenly, it came.
A low guttural groan started from somewhere deep in his chest as he
felt the creamy hot sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his
testicle sacs and begin to spew in thin hot streams into her sucking
mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she gulped down
the warm flooding gushes of white stickiness to keep from choking.
Groan after groan erupted from his chest, his mouth working crazily as
incoherent mutterings issued from between his clenched teeth. She went
on sucking wildly as he emptied his seething cum into the pink wetness
of her throat. His hips thrashed from side to side as if he were a
demented animal, causing him to involuntary jerk his spewing prick from
her mouth and begin to spurt the thin white jets of liquid directly on
her face. The quick streams shot from him like tiny geysers, landing on
her forehead and one cheek and then dripping slowly down her white
neck.
She coughed as she swallowed what was left in her mouth, licking her
lips where some of the sweet youthful cum still gleamed wetly,
relishing it like a rare vintage wine.
And then he was dry.
Dolores had drawn off every last drop of the sperm from his balls and
out the end of his battered wilting cock. He fell exhausted back
against the leather couch, his arms widespread as she nibbled a short
while longer at his now flaccid penis.
"Was that all right, Newton?" she asked softly after she had regained
her composure a little.
He simply nodded his head in affirmation and lay back with her on the
wide resilient cushions, breathing thickly and drenched with free-
flowing perspiration.
"Oooooohhh, aaaaaaahhh," came a long impassioned moan from the opposite
end of the couch, rousing Newton and the wealthy blonde woman from
their state of numb lethargy. Dolores lifted her flushed, sperm-
splattered face from her satiated young lover's shoulder and gazed over
to the bucking and grunting couple a little over five feet away from
them. The older woman watched for a moment as her husband slammed his
sweating flanks again and again against the girl's naked uplifted
buttocks.
"Well, I'll be damned," Dolores laughed cheerfully as she pointed off
to their right, "it looks like your pure little wife is at it again."
Newton slowly swiveled his head in the direction that Dolores was
pointing and peered with heavy eyes at the rutting pair on the far end
of the couch. After a moment, it registered in his brain that the
beautiful girl crouching on all fours in front of the ponderous bulk of
George Blackwell was indeed Nadalee, his wife! He had completely
forgotten that she was in the study and it left him momentarily
dumbfounded to be reminded of her presence only by the sight and sound
of her abandonment as she toiled like slaving chattel below another
man. The handsome brown-haired Newton watched in fascination and lewd
attentiveness as she squirmed and rocked uncontrollably in ecstatic
welcome to the deliciously-punishing cock sinking deep into her cunt.
Suddenly, George edged his knees off the cushion and rose to his feet,
his hardness still imbedded in her as he clutched the white moons of
her buttocks with both hands and pulled her around to accommodate his
new upright position.
Newton could see the smooth velvet folds of her vagina clasping him,
squeezing tightly around his erected throbbing prick, her small dainty
mouth hanging open as she slammed back against the silver-haired older
man to receive every fraction she could get of his long fleshy rod.
"Jesus Christ, look at that little pussy work!" Newton gasped in awe,
his eyes afire with a strange glow of pride as he gazed at the pink
stretched lips of his wife's young pussy being pulled out to a pout and
then pushed back into her on George's in-stroke. "I never realized
she's such a cock-hungry bitch...."
"Sometimes that's the whole problem," Dolores explained in a sensuous
tone. "Most men don't have any idea that their women usually want to be
fucked silly or that often they even want to be treated like whores ...
just so they can enjoy a whore's power."
"I didn't know that," the young husband mumbled.
"Well, don't worry about it right now- there's plenty of time to
learn," the blonde consoled. "Watch Nadalee."
God, it was true! Newton suddenly realized. His eyes were still glued
to his ravishingly beautiful wife's hungry cock-swallowing vagina and
he knew beyond a doubt that she had been holding herself back all this
time for his sake. He could see that she had finally broken free and
was now completely oblivious to everything around her as her lust-
maddened youthful body strove toward climax. He sensed that she was on
the brink of cumming from the tiny bright devils of light dancing in
her unseeing eyes and from the way her slim white belly bucked and
heaved as though an all-consuming wildfire raged out of control inside
her. Sweat dripped from her body as she drove wildly toward the end.
And then the inevitable happened.
Nadalee screamed and began a spasmodic flailing movement, pushing her
ass back violently against the cock to plant its goring head even
deeper in her womb. The cheeks of her face turned suddenly red and the
cords in her neck flexed as her cum juice flowed wetly out around her
employer's long thick prick, her mind whirling in depraved sensuality.
"Shit, oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming- awwwwwwwwggggggghhh!" George
Blackwell groaned, the sound like a tearing of gears in his throat, his
hot sperm squirting deep, deep into her clenching glove-like cuntal
passage. She could feel it sloshing into her in great torrents,
deflating his jerking cock with each thin searing spurt that flooded
her quivering tummy.
Later, after everyone had recovered enough to dress, George ordered
Braun to serve everyone a stiff shot of brandy from the special stock
reserved for rare occasions. They sat around discussing topics at
random, seldom mentioning anything about the events during the last two
days. Nadalee began to feel almost comfortable around the older couple,
reassured by their seeming change of attitude toward her since her
encounters with Braun, Buck, and finally, George himself. She noticed
that Newton was a little withdrawn, thoughtful, and yet he did not seem
to feel the hostility toward her that she had naturally expected.
"I hate to break this up, kids, but I've got some important telephone
calls to make," George announced regretfully, rising then to stand
towering over the still-seated young couple. "You two might have that
farm sooner than you think if things keep working out the way they have
been lately."
"Oh, that reminds me," Dolores chimed in as she rose to stand beside
her husband. "Come to work at noon tomorrow.... Tomorrow night's the
big party, you know, so you'll be ... working ... rather late."
"Okay, Mrs. Blackwell, don't worry," Newton said with great
earnestness. "We don't mind, do we, honey?"
"No-no, I guess we don't," Nadalee agreed, heaving a deep sigh of
relief as she encircled her handsome husband's waist with both hands, a
broad smile breaking across her pretty, slightly freckled face. "We're
looking forward to it...."
As Newton and Nadalee passed in front of the middle-aged couple on
their way to the doorway, the tall young husband grinned impishly and
handed George the packets of expensive tobacco the millionaire had sent
him to town for that morning.
Outside, as they picked their way along the narrow trail toward the
cottage, Nadalee could not help but feel little surges of joy. Newton
seemed to have forgiven her, they still had every chance in the world
for the farm, and just as important, she felt more alive than ever
before.
"It's sure pretty out there, ain't it, honey?" Newton asked suddenly as
he gazed out across the glinting motionless mirror of the lake and then
up over the tall looming evergreens at the sun burning in the late
afternoon like a great red eye. "It's funny how even the Bible doesn't
have much to say about wild places like this."
"Yes, Newton, it is funny.... But it doesn't matter-not now. Everything
seems to be okay."
"By God, that's for sure! I feel great!" the handsome young man half-
shouted. "I can hardly wait to get you in bed.... Come on, let's walk
faster."