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Chapter 5

Returning to his own bedroom, Herb stared at the lissome form of his naked wife coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey," he said to her. "I want to fuck you tonight."

"I think that's a marvelous idea," she nodded. Since returning from their honeymoon, the couple had experimented with dozens of different positions, but Herb had refrained from anything other than cock-in-cunt fucking. Little by little, Maryann was coming around to his way of thinking, but tonight he was burning up. An ordinary fuck was not the thing to set him at ease. No, he needed something special.

"I'd like to try something different tonight," he said.

"Not oral?" she asked, a frightened quiver in her voice.

"No, not oral," he admitted. "Anal."

Maryann breathed again. Most of the time, when Herb fucked her, he slipped two, sometimes three fingers into her rectum, continually widening it, and by now she was fairly certain she was capable of taking his cock inside without too much discomfort. Too, his fingers always brought on an anal climax, and she was certain his cock was able to bring on an even stronger one.

"Okay," she agreed.

"But not here," he told her.

"Where?"

"Out in the backyard, in the swimming pool and on the grass. That time we were on the boat together was really terrific, and I'd like to get outdoors again."

Maryann thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Herb, you've been wonderfully patient with me. In just a little while, I'm sure I'll be able to do anything and everything you want."

"You'll do more than merely do what I want," he smiled. "You'll love it, all of it. You'll see."

The chocolate nipples on the end of her breasts drew Herb's eyes like magnets. Christ! Every bit of her was beautiful! Her lightly tanned skin seemed to glow in the light.

Wendy, in her own bedroom with her ear pressed to the wall, was overjoyed. High hedges might keep other people from seeing into their yard, but Wendy's room overlooked the pool. With the lights out, no one would see her if she stood in the window and peered out. Now, for the first time, she bad a chance to see just what it was her mother and Herb did together. Wow! This was just what she'd been hoping for!

Maryann always enjoyed the simpleton look on her husband's face as he drooled over her body. The security she wanted was no longer something to worry about. Each day she was learning more and more about Herb Rheingold, finding him a very easy man to live with, and oddly, she discovered she was really falling in love with him. Yes, he was a very easy man to love, caring for her and caring for Wendy, too. At first, Maryann had worried Herb and Wendy might not hit it off. The girl was a loner, always quiet and morose, with very few friends, but Herb seemed to be getting along splendidly with her. Not having to worry about her daughter's behavior was a tremendous load off Maryann's mind.

Looking at her husband as he removed his robe, Maryann felt a sudden funny twitch in her vagina. No longer did she think about the rights or wrongs of enjoying sex. Each time with Herb was better than the time before, and each of her orgasms was much stronger. Maryann pitied her mother for never having enjoyed sex. Secretly, when she was alone, she thought of how it would be when she finally did suck her husband's penis. In the beginning the idea had nauseated her, but with the passing days, it became more and more intriguing. She even practiced with ice cream cones, and rice, she'd accidentally crammed the entire scoop of ice cream into her mouth, dreaming it was the head of a penis. She'd felt silly with a cone literally sticking Out between her lips as she gulped the ice cream to keep it from spilling on her dress.

"I'm going to be a little rough tonight," Herb warned. "I thought you should know."

"I think I'd like that," Maryann said, facing him, triumphantly waving her breasts in his face, offering them up like a double sacrifice to some god. Herb's eyes swelled gluttonously. His gasp was Maryann's triumph. No matter how many times he saw her breasts, when seeing them again, he always gasped.

Abruptly his hands shot out and grabbed her penny-brown nipples, pulling on them, even twisting them a little.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice, that's very nice." She writhed as he pinched her nipples again, then his fingers relaxed. He began stroking-them into thick, hard points. The heavy tan flesh around them felt as if it was being milked, and Maryann leaned her head into her husband's shoulder, mewling with delight; He leaned over her shoulder with her facing away from him and brought his mouth down on hers. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, while the other hand continued playing with her breasts.

"Ummm… ohhh… " she sighed as he released her. She savored his responses to her. Her husband seemed to get better and better.

Maryann continued purring deep down in her throat. Her hands slid down to her hips as she felt "herself being spun around, and then her arms formed a horse collar around his neck as she kissed him again and again. Her fingers moved down his neck to his solid shoulders and gripped tightly while his fingers slid up and down the length of her smooth body. His hands were cupping her buttocks, pressing her against him, and she decided she liked that a lot.

Her own hands were busy now, moving down his hips, sliding around his front, gripping his hot cock. Yes, Maryann knew she had come a long, long way. Clutching Herb's huge penis gave her tremendous pleasure. Feeling the way it flexed made her vagina twinge again and again.

"You're a great big man with a great big beautiful cock," Maryann whispered.

"Big enough to satisfy two like you," Herb whispered, thinking how he'd love to fuck that little Wendy, as well.

Maryann laughed lightly and pulled away from her husband. She hurried through the kitchen door.

It was a moonlit night with a trillion stars peering down. She could see as clearly as if it were twilight. The swimming pool was an above-ground installation, circular, with a wooden platform running all the way around and steps leading up to it.

Maryann trotted lightly toward the pool, her body gleaming, reflecting silver moonlight. Herb followed her, his thick penis wobbling from side to side like a living lever which, if pumped the right way, would make his body rise.

As she neared the steps, Maryann slipped and fell into the mud puddle beside the pool with a resounding "plop!" Squirming around, still lying in the mud, she laughed and said, "Come on, sissy. The mud is just fine."

She watched Herb star at her as he circled the mud puddle. He didn't know whether she was crazy or what. Who in her right mind wallowed in. mud?

"Come on," Maryann teased, reading his mind. "Women get mud packs on their faces every day to, improve their complexions. Think what this can do for your entire body!"

Standing, with the wet, earthy substance dripping off her, her brown, bobbling breasts bouncing with each mincing step she took, Maryann smiled, took another step, then fell on her butt again. She laughed out loud.

"You're crazy," Herb laughed, staring at her.

"Is the great big man afraid?" Maryann teased.

"Yecccchhh!" Herb responded.

"Oh, it feels so wonderfully slimy," Maryann told him. To emphasize how she felt, the woman rolled over and over in the puddle, splashing mud all around. Her bobbling breasts looked like two buoys holding her up as she lay on her back. The mud even covered her short black hair. Grumbling, Herb finally waded into the puddle up to his ankles.

Wendy watched, giggling, amazed that the grown-ups were acting so childish. She had to admit they were having fun.

Standing sloshing in the mud, Herb had to admit it was fun. It was messy, but the sight of her lying on her back, covered with the mess, sent a sensuous warmth seeping through him. Though still erotically aroused by the sight of Maryann, Herb was learning to love her in other than physical ways.

Then he thought of Wendy. What he felt for his stepdaughter was pure lust. His stepdaughter! The way she'd been dancing had really brought his cock up in a hurry. Even now, he felt it getting stiffer as he remembered the erotic look on her face as she danced.

Maryann watched him standing there, and wanting him to make love to her rather than think, reached up with her foot and gripped his cock between her big toe and the one next to it.

She rubbed and twisted her foot against his penis and balls until his hand reached down and caught the tiny foot, pressing it against his genitals.

"Oooooh!" she sighed. "I like the feeling!"

Herb's other hand reached out and gripped her calf, then he was on his knees in the mud beside her, and she squirmed as his hand gripped her naked thigh. Her other foot was bent, still pressing into his cock. She trembled when his slimy hand rubbed her belly, then reached down and massaged her pussy, pushing some of the cold mud in. Her toes gripped the head of his penis like slippery pliers as he attempted to insinuate his middle finger into her tight vagina.

"Ooooo… unnh… yess… I love that!" she gasped. His finger explored her pussy-lips, tickling her clitoris while his throbbing, solid cock beat a wild tattoo against the sole of Maryann's foot.

Wendy, watching from her window, had her first glimpse of Herb's penis when he turned his profile to her.

My gosh! she thought. That's what he has between his thighs. Like wow! That's really something. What the heck does he do with it?

Wendy noticed the way Herb was fingering her mother's snatch, and it reminded her of the way she had diddled her own pussy in front of the mirror that afternoon.

"I guess mud puddles aren't too bad, after all," Herb laughed. "Yeah, I think we're going to have a lot of fun. Hey, this mud is great lubrication. I ought to stuff some of it up your pretty little ass."

Maryann jerked as her husband's finger found her erect clitoris and began rubbing. His other hand had hold of her ankle. They both continued rubbing his foot against his cock. She saw the combination of mud and her rubbing foot against his pulsing member was having a powerful effect on the man. The throbbing seemed to increase, and she was certain the penis swelled a bit more.

"That's good, honey, that's really good," he told her.

The smell of wet earth no longer bothered him, and Maryann was pleased she had initiated this. A month before her conscience would have suffered the tortures of the damned, but tonight, the dirt, for all its connotations of filth, had a strangely erotic effect on the couple.

"Oh, Herb," Maryann gasped, standing and pressing her body to his as he got to his feet. She thrust her pelvis forward as his finger reached for her cunt again. His pushing finger teased, circled and rummaged against her clitoris, making it more sensitive with each passing second. He was rubbing his entire finger back and forth, back and forth against the entire length of her simmering slit.

"Come on," he gasped, "let's get out of here."

With his finger still rubbing her cut, Herb stepped out of the mud puddle. Maryann followed. She reached down and gripped his waggling penis, standing so solid and straight, as if starched. His arm encircled Maryann's waist as rivulets of mud ran down their bodies. It covered the mountains of her breasts and the valley of her cunt, slithering off the slopes of her wide hips.

Herb tugged her closer. Maryann gloried in the way he crushed her female flesh with his entire body, catching her mouth with his. Her eyes closed and she writhed against him, feeling greater passion than ever before. It was no longer a case of doing things to make him happy so he'd want her. She ached to please him simply because pleasing him pleased her. Her curved, round, naked body was tightly clenched by his hands and arms. She was plastered gloriously against him, her great, brown eyed breasts mashing into his dripping chest. Their hips shoved together. His pulsating cock jammed, fiercely into her soft stomach. It beat and twitched there, trapped and captured by their wet, clinging bodies.

Maryann felt Herb's forcing, stabbing tongue lance into her open mouth. Shivers and chills of anticipation raced up her spine like millions of squiggly tadpoles. The slithery, slimy mud running between them only made her want him more. Her husband's heated, anxious body seeking hers brought such heated desire, her head swam and she wanted to faint. Maryann's nipples, like the noses of two burrowing moles, dug into her husband's hairy chest.

Maryann felt a greater urgency descending. As her husband's tongue continued filling her mouth, the woman sensed her anxious need. His fingers were clutching her soft, tender buttocks, digging painfully into them, deliciously bruising them, delightfully kneading them, clutching and clinging to her, bringing her ever closer. Heated breath came snorting from their flared nostrils as the night enveloped them, keeping them safe from all prying eyes-save those of Wendy.

The girl felt heat overtake her. This thrilling scene was something most people never enjoyed. To see it tonight was enough for now, but to partake of it in the future was her ultimate goal. Even now, unable to take the heat of witnessing the lovemaking between her mother and stepfather, the girl stripped off her clothing and stood naked. Her fingers were rubbing her vagina as they had when she'd looked in the mirror, only what she was witnessing now was far more sensual. Her fingers sank deeper and deeper into her pussy, rubbing the clitoris and massaging her tingling cuntal lips. She groaned, wishing she were able to meld into the scene she was witnessing.

Maryann pushed hard against her husband's hairy chest, reluctantly tearing her mouth away. Her eyes were fiery points of burning light, staring into those of her husband, glittering. She understood her need for him was equal to his for her. Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips as she said, "Hurry, let's go into the swimming pool and rinse off."

Feeling her husband's hands digging into her nakedness, she hurried up the stairs. Reaching the edge of the pool, Maryann dove in, leaving Herb standing on the platform. A moment later, without thinking, he plunged in after her. The woman felt every pore open as the warm, heated pool cleansed her, draining the mud from her body, inside and out. Her hands touched the pool bottom, then she slowly rose to the top. She was treading water when Herb came up beside her.

"Come on," she gasped. "I'll race you once around the pool." And she was off.

Herb caught her halfway around. One arm gripped her middle while his other arm reached to the platform for support. He dragged her from the water as he climbed out, letting the warm night air rush over them. Slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he climbed down from the platform. She squirmed and writhed, making him feel even more masculine in his dominance.

Walking over to a patch of thick lawn, he put her down. She lay prone, face-down, letting him stare at the roundness of her rump. She was damp, with water droplets trickling off, glistening in the moonlight.

Turning her head, Maryann looked up at her husband. He seemed suave and debonair, even while totally naked. His hand was clutching his rampant cock. Instinctively she spread her thighs in submission. Her hands slid up and down her hips.

"Come on, Herb," she whispered. "Do it!"

"It might hurt a little," he warned.

"Let it," she insisted. "I'd rather be hurt by you than caressed by anyone else."

The sight of her open thighs and moist triangular patch of black moss, now warmly opened, with its rich pink inviting lips, sent a jolt through Herb's loins, making his cock jerk and twitch even more. The moist seepage covering the tip was definitely not from the pool, just as the wetness coating Maryann's labia came from inside her.

What are they going to do now? Wendy wondered.

Her fingers continued mashing into her tender vagina, caressing the wet, sopping lips, teasing the extended clitoris, building a swamp of thrilling sensations. The girl wondered what more a man was able to do after fingering a woman's cunt.

Herb knelt beside his wife's prone figure. He slid between her thighs, staring at the reddish-pink slash below her full asscheeks, knowing this was the pathway to paradise. He leaned forward and let his thick penis press against her pussy-lips, running the knob up and down the length of her cuntal slit.

Then he said, "Okay, honey. Here we go!"

"Yessss… " Maryann hissed, writhing as if tormented.

The thought of his enormous prong sinking into the tiny orifice between her asscheeks did frighten her a little, but she refused to admit it. If this was what Herb wanted, this was what she ached to give him. For some reason the organ looked larger each time she saw it, and thinking how tiny her rectum was gave her the shivers. Earlier she had been certain she was able to handle it. Now she wasn't too sure. And then, the massive glands was pressing against her sphincter.

Turning her head, she saw him kneeling there, his hard cock right up against her. His eyes were staring at her pale brown bud. It was even paler in the moonlight. He pressed slowly forward, rotating his penis. She felt the pressure of the thick knob attempting to open her anal muscle. For a moment she tightened up, automatically resisting the pressure. Then she exhaled and decided not to resist his prodding cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," she insisted, pushing her knees under her, lifting her buns to make it easier for him.

Once again she stared between her dangling breasts, eager to see as much of her anal penetration as possible. The phallic lance glistened in the moonlight, and the sight of it sent hot shivers roaring through her body.

"Unghhh! God!" the expletive tore from her husband's mouth. The wife felt greater and greater pressure at her incredibly tight, restricting anus as his monolithic prod attempted to penetrate. He already had half the head inside her sphincter, and her rectum was clutching the rubbery dome, gripping it with such severity, Maryann felt her husband's heart beating through the head of his phallus. She imagined how good her tight, constricting asshole must feel around his pulsing dome. His hands were clutching her hips, shoving harder, moving his thrusting pole into her taut stricture.

"Unnnggh… ooooh… " she gasped. This was one time she would not allow pain to interfere with her husband's enjoyment.

"Maybe I'd… uhhh… better not," he insisted.

"Do it! Do it!" she insisted.

"Keep that sweet ass of yours nice and high," he told her.

Maryann knew this was another in a series of solid fucks she would never forget. She had no doubt, once his cock had totally widened her anal vault, her love for this way of doing things would equal her love for his cock in her cunt. After all, she adored having his fingers in her asshole. In fact, she carefully swabbed her asshole with oil after washing it out, making certain it was clean for her husband's fingers-only this time it was clean for his cock.

Maryann bit her lips to keep her grunt of pain from being heard. She didn't want to discourage Herb.

Wendy was astonished. She had no idea a man's extension was meant to penetrate a woman! She wondered why Herb was pressing into her mother's rectum rather than her vagina. Any fool knew a vaginal orifice was wider! The girl was certain her mother's asscheeks would part like the two halves of a melon from the forceful way her stepfather was driving into her. Wendy winced, feeling pain in her own anus, sympathetically hurting along with her mother. Even so, her fingers continued rubbing into her vagina, building and enhancing the sensations there.

The girl had to admit that her mother's asscheeks were voluptuous. She wondered if her own would, one day be as good. She watched Herb shudder. Wendy saw the way the dangling sac behind his penis trembled as he attempted to force more of the prod into her mother's rectum. Gee! What was that sac for, anyway?"

"Keep going," Maryann insisted, raising her head and turning, smiling at her husband to keep him from being discouraged.

Herb grinned back at her, the point of his penis almost totally buried behind the muscle of his wife's ass. Maryann saw his eyes were focused on his thick, turgid pole.

He shoved, and the head was suddenly all the way in. Her sphincter closed around it, then began sucking it deeper and deeper. For Maryann there was still discomfort, but she was determined to please bet husband. She remained totally relaxed. This prevented her from feeling additional pain.

Herb's cock sank deeper and deeper into the tightly stretched oval of his wife's asshole, and Maryann bit her arm to keep herself from screaming. She gasped as he jerked forward, another small length of hardened cock sliding into her tender, puckered flesh.

Halfway in, he stopped, allowing her anus to widen and adjust to his cock. When he drew the rod out a little, the sphincter literally puckered around the throbbing rod.

Maryann thought her husband's cock was so solid, it was brittle. She feared to move to the side, afraid she might snap it off his body. The woman felt like a candied apple on the end of a stick, but she wanted more of the cock inside her. She was already starting to feel the flutters of delight she'd felt when his fingers had rummaged in there.

The heavy penis began sliding forward again, making the sphincter fold in on itself.

"Uhhhmmm!" Maryann gasped as Herb continued pressing into her hot, tight passage. She turned her face away so her husband was unable to see the contorted agony written all over it. Her arms tightened as she pulled them in to support herself. Maryann wiggled her head from side to side, feeling pulsing thrills even though he wasn't all the way into her. The sooner he sank his wang into her, the better. Once it was totally embedded, she knew the pain should completely fade away.

"All the way," she gasped. "Shove it in all the way!"

The dirt and grass beneath her seemed to be giving. She wondered if she was sinking into the ground. She hoped not. Sooner or later this agony was going to turn into something enjoyable. She knew it.

Maryann forced herself to relax as Herb leaned into what he was doing, sliding his hands up her lithe torso and gripping her full, swollen breasts. The hands squeezed for a moment, then pressed together so he had both nipples trapped in one hand. This permitted his other hand to reach down into her crotch and begin massaging her clitoris.

"Ohhhh!" Maryann gasped when he touched her there.

Yes, yes, yes, that's where to touch her, Wendy thought, pressing her own fingers even deeper into her sodden cunt.

Now Herb lunged viciously forward into the gaping strength of her taut anal canal, feeling the reluctant flesh finally and totally surrender to his powering thrust. Yes, he was all the way in, right to the hilt. His hairy groin was scrubbing her anal crinkle as the entire length of his prick oscillated in her rectum and colon.

Maryann clenched her teeth, feeling she might faint. The fainting spell passed, and her rear passage slowly dilated, accommodating itself to her husband's lengthy breadth. Salacious desire was already surging through her loins as the penis continued violating and titillating her tender, prurient anal flesh so delectably. Maybe she was meant to be a whore after all. She enjoyed doing these things, even though her mother had warned her to avoid evil and temptation.

Herb's pelvis smacked loudly against her quivering asscheeks as, grunting still, he continued pushing. It was as if he hoped to fill even more of her colon with his cock. She felt his dangling balls slamming against the open hole of her vagina, slapping against the finger he pressed against her clitoris. She sighed a little as the licentious fire burned higher and brighter. Sighs seeped from her lips, so soft only his ears and hers were able to hear them.

He slowly eased his hard cock back until only the corona was inside, then whispered to her, "Shove your ass back onto my pole, Maryann. It'll feel better if you fuck along with me."

"Uhhh… yesss," she gasped, her body trembling as the aching lasciviousness built even higher.

Maryann rammed her tight cunt back onto the throbbing finger rubbing against her clit. She slammed her ass along the in-thrust penis.

Lust blinded her. Maryann neither saw nor heard as thrill followed thrill into her whirling brain. Her husband's command made her respond automatically. She rotated her ass, screwing back, then forth, back, then forth. The impaling member filled her rectum completely, yet there was no discomfort. If there were tears in Maryann's eyes, they were tears of happiness. The pain was totally gone, and the finger working in her dripping, slavering nookie was bringing her enjoyment and pleasure. She began reveling in the perverted sodomizing of her uplifted ass. A choking sound came from her gullet as her tender tunnel gripped Herb's moving organ. Swiftly now desire replaced agony and want built higher and higher inside her. Spasms of delight enlarged with each pounding attack of his spiking cock.

With her fingers still digging into her crotch, Wendy watched as her stepfather wildly thrust into the split crevice of her mother's sensuously writhing buttocks. The girl moaned. Ripples shuddered through her body. She knew her mother was feeling not pain, but the same sensations she herself was feeling. But her mother seemed to be feeling these sensations on a much grander scale. Her heated lust increased proportionally, and she dug her fingers into the hairless folds of her nookie, humping wildly back and forth.

Maryann's head turned to the side, and her cheek pressed into the soft, grass-covered earth as she lewdly rammed her ass back against the licentious thrusts of her husband's penis. Herb's fingers dug more deeply into the hairy frame of her muff. She moaned as his fingertips continued working through her feminine well and massaging her clitoris.

"Unnhh… oooh, damn, damn, damn… this is it! I'm… uhhh… almost there… " Herb hissed obscenely as he increased his ravishment of her rectum, his hands sending licentious thrills through her flaming cunt. Maryann felt her. breasts had swollen to twice their original size as his other hand continued playing with both nipples at once. His fingers pinched and pulled the brown, rubbery nubbins, sending pinpoints of prurient desire sparkling through her body.

Fingers continued sinking into Maryann's soggy well with a deep, sloshing sound as Herb madly pumped his throbbing cock into the tight depths of her rubbery rectum and colon. The muscles in both her vagina and anus sucked the plunging penetrators, milking his cock, pulling his fingers, absorbing him into her quicksand crotch. Her passion-lusting body ached for even more of him.

Jagged shards of desire continued building in Maryann. Her entire interior felt like a mass of sharp, crystalline, yet insanely melting emotional apexes, like softening butter on the tip of a heated carrot. The woman felt about to wash entirely into oblivion, nullifying everything forever. Nothing before had pushed her so far into thoughtless infinity. Anal intercourse was a whole new world to her, and she was enjoying it to the utmost.

The brutal, makeshift extension of his fingers stiffly slamming into her aching vagina seemed to meet the in stroke of his heavy cock as it poured into her rectum. The thin membrane barely separated the lunging, reaching probes. It seemed too fragile to hold out against the dual onslaught. Maryann arched feverishly back and forth, forward to the digging press of his driving fingers, then back onto the thick length of the vicious cock clambering into her back passage.

Wendy watched, seeing everything clearly from her window. Her own fingers rode more quickly into her vagina. They managed to massage the roof of her cunt and then her clitoris on each backstroke. She was taking longer to reach that wonderful feeling this time, but she knew it was going to feel even better when it finally did come.

The driving rhythm increased and Maryann heard his gasping keeping time to her own as he rammed his hard cock faster and deeper into the sucking clutch of her rear end. He was ramming it into her harder and faster, harder and faster, which was precisely the way she wanted it. Glory was almost hers, now. The peak she had been seeking was there, and knowing the reliability of her husband, Maryann was certain she was going to make it.

"Come on, honey… " she heard him gasp.

"Fuck that… uhh, ass up to… uhhhhhhh meeeeee… "

Unable to contain herself any longer, Maryann arched forward. She screamed to the night, an inhuman, spiraling wail bursting from her lips as her own hand reached between her thighs and jammed his fingers deeper into her sucking cunt. Wild spasms tore through her lithe body as the cock slammed into her squeezing rectum with all its power.

"Aaaiiie! Yyaaggh! Hhhaagh!"

The sound of her insane screaming and her crazy lurching action triggered Herb's orgasm. His arms tightened around her body, one hand almost entirely dug into her vagina, while the other hand crushed her breasts, squeezing them like ripe tomatoes. His stiff cock jerked in her ass, and the sperm came shooting. The heavy white glue coated her rectal interior with thick, heated streams, pumping, humping, sending tidal wave after tidal wave of, desire through her, making Maryann reach a second climax.

"Aaaannnggghhaarg!" she bellowed, and her scream covered the high-pitched squeal of her daughter who was enjoying her own satisfaction as she continued staring at the tableau in the back yard.

Maryann's hands were between her thighs now, cramming Herb's fingers deeper and deeper into her seething cunt. Her bursting body felt as if a million suns had gone nova within. The light blinded her eyes and sounds deafened her. The blasting flood in her anal corridor scourged her flesh, making her feel as if she were one big hollow, pulsing and jerking to the mighty flexing of his shooting penis. Maryann ached to swallow all of her husband into her body. She wanted to devour Herb and keep him within her body forever. Nothing seemed to matter any longer save for the continual flow of orgasms shooting through her body. She was on a plain of delight, joined forever to her wonderful husband, his flesh in hers for eternity.

The licentious cock in her asshole, added to the moving fingers in her cunt, brought continuing dual rapture to Maryann. No previous orgasm had ever been so overpowering and exquisite. Now she knew why sodomy was considered depraved-too much of it would kill her with rapture.

The blazing arc within her was slowly diminishing now. Soon it died altogether, leaving a pleasant thrill in its wake. Her clenching asshole had milked his cock completely. Rivers of sperm ran down the backs of her thighs. Maryann felt totally drained.

Herb lay across her back, unable to move, thinking of Wendy again. He wondered if he'd ever have the courage to fuck her.

And Wendy lay on her bed, gasping, shuddering, wondering how long she'd be able to tease her stepfather before finally surrendering her body to such wonderful bliss.