"The exhibitionist wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grayson Gilda)

CHAPTER NINE

"Okay, baby… you're hot enough to fuck now!" Fred gloated, heaving himself up above her and wedging his hips down between her quivering, white thighs. Looking down he saw that the blood-bloated head of his cock nestled into the moist, flowered-open mouth of her vagina, where only seconds before his mouth and tongue were tantalizing her to this point of total surrender on her part. He grinned lewdly down into her face and said, "Now, let's see just how badly you want to be fucked!"

Susan opened glazing eyes to look up into his lust-distorted face questioningly. "Wh-What…?"

"If you want it, doll… take my cock in your hot, little hand and put it in that gorgeous cunt of yours!"

She felt the sting of humiliation and groaned in abject shame, "Oh, God… Fred… just do it… to me! Don't make me… any more ashamed than I am… already…"

"Put it in, God damn it… if you want to be fucked!" Fred grated. "I don't want you telling anybody that Fred Holden raped you… or forced you… understand…?"

For the first time she knew his full name, but the knowledge was meaningless. All that was important to her was getting his cock into her seething cunt… and he had made clear the condition. She would have to do it… herself! Tremblingly, her hand reached down between them, her quivering fingers curling to take the thick girth of his hardened length into her tiny hand… but her hand stopped; she was unable to force it the final quarter of an inch.

"Do it, now… you little bitch!" Fred Holden grated. "Otherwise… you'll end up playing with yourself!"

"OOOOoooooohhhh, God… I-I can't…!"

… But, even as she said it, her hand bridged a seemingly endless chasm, and in the simple reaching movement made the first motion to change her condition from chaste, loyal wife to that of unfaithful adulteress. It was almost as difficult to do as taking that first faltering step down the center aisle of her church the day she became the bride of Ronald Merril… or as later, that same evening of her wedding day, when she had taken her husband's hard, throbbing penis deep into her virginal pubic canal… for the first time, changing her from maiden girl to married woman. Ron! Oh, Ron…! Please… understand! I-I want you to… understand, somehow!

Her fingers were on the warm, throbbing shaft, unable to circle its massive circumference, and for the first time she realized the enormity of the cock she held in her hand. She hesitated. It's even bigger… than Ron's! My God! It'll tear me apart!

Impatiently, Fred growled, "God damn it… what are you waiting for…? Shove my cock into your fucking cunt… and be quick about it!"

Flexing his hips downward, cradling himself deeper into the angle of her widespread, trembling thighs, he prodded his pulsing cock forward, forcing her to guide it straight into the quivering, moist hole of her cunt, the bulbose head of his lust-inflated cock spreading the tender, inner petals of her vaginal mouth, the warm fleshly contact galvanizing her electrically, as delicious sensations of expectant anticipation swirled through her body and mind in chaotic whirlwinds of ecstatic joy mixed with no little amount of fear and trepidation.

"Oh, ooooh, oooohhh!" Susan gasped, her head flailing from side to side, a shudder shimmering through her body as the shiny, surprisingly soft, blood-engorged cock-head pressed resolutely against the sensitive, quivering flesh of her cunt's mouth, insinuating itself into the warm, moist opening, and she held her breath with the knowledge that the rest of his rock-hard stiffness would soon follow, as she felt the stretching of her cuntal flesh.

… Then, Fred Holden pushed hard, shoving an inch or two of his aching prick into the tight, little hole of her pussy, feeling it clasp tightly about him, as he forced it even deeper into the elastic mouth of her cunt, bringing another gasp of anguish from her passion-distorted lips. "My God! It's… going to rip me…!"

Savagely, he thrust, to drive his cock deep into her seething, clasping cuntal sheath, his hardened length soaring up into her with forceful pressure, until with a satisfying slap of flesh on flesh, he was all the way up inside her, his blood-engorged cock's head flicking past the neck of her cervix and nudging solidly against the blind end of her vaginal passage. Looking down with glee he saw that his thick length was really buried in her cringing cuntal sheath to the very last fraction of an inch. His pubic bone was tight against hers, the dark brown hair of his loins mingling with the spun-gold of her pubic mound. Damn! She's nice and tight!

"AAAaaaaaaauuuoooohhhh!" she groaned, not daring to move. Susan felt as though his furious entry had scraped her raw, like a huge, unpeeled log shoved into her tender passage, and she was sure she could feel every ridge and wrinkle of his hardened shaft as it lay, sunk deep up into her searing loins.

… Then, over the rasp of Fred's breath in his lungs she heard it, the sound seeming to come from a great distance to her ears, muffled as they were by her concentration on the sensations of her own body.

"Oh, that's it… Ron! Fuck me… hard…! And long… and deep! Ooooohhh… like that!" It was a woman's voice, deep and throaty… in the throes of passion… and it came from the living room!

Ron! Oh, no… it couldn't be… Ron…?

Susan Merril lay there under Fred Holden, trembling, not daring to breathe, her glazed eyes coming open, and she was raising her head, twisting it desperately to see, as a great, gnawing ball of fear blended with stabbing guilt slashed at her churning insides.

"Don't worry, Evelyn… baby! I'll fuck you so damned hard…you won't be able to see straight!"

It was her husband's voice! It's Ron! OOOoooh, my God it is him… and he's fucking… another woman! She could see him clearly. He was cradled between the soft, tapering, white thighs of a black-haired woman, his hips rising and falling in furious fucking rhythm, driving his rock-hard cock deep into her undulating cunt… but she couldn't see the other woman's face clearly. He called her Evelyn! Evelyn… who…?

Sudden jealousy and rage flared in her. How dare him… to even think about… fucking another woman… when he can't even…? For the second time in split seconds she had thought of what he was doing in fundamental terms, the word she had adamantly refused to use, herself, ricocheting around inside her emotionally distraught mind. Fucking! Ron… fucking! Fucking… somebody else! My husband… fucking! Fucking her… instead of fucking me… his own wife!

Fred Holden had heard also! He twisted his head to look toward the living room, seeing the writhing figures on the rug and knew instantly that it was his wife, Evelyn.

"Evelyn!" he gasped aloud. "What in the hell…?"

Beneath him, Susan was attempting to squirm free of his massive cock buried in her cunt, her hips writhed under her and she was trying to sit up. She had to get off that bed. She had to do something… anything, but she didn't know what it was… whether to hide her own shame or scratch the eyes out of that other woman lying on her back, taking Ron's cock deep into her gyrating loins.

Instantly, as Fred's mind raced, he knew that Evelyn had succeeded, somehow, in her attempt to turn his sexual sally into a group orgy. He couldn't even guess yet as to how she had done it… but there she was, enjoying another conquest, fucking Susan's husband for all she was worth… And, afterward… she'll involve all of us! Deep in the back of his mind, however, he knew, now, that when that time came… he'd probably be ready for it.

… Right now, though… I've got to finish what I started! Hell! Stampeding horses couldn't stop me from fucking this luscious little blonde!

Using both hands and bearing down with his hips, Fred pushed the young wife back down into the softness of the mattress and snarled down into her face, "Take it easy, Susan, baby! You and I are still going to fuck… no matter what else is going on!"

Eyes brimming with tears, now, she looked up into his face and remembered: God! How could I forget…? He's got it shoved all the way up inside me… already… and I wanted it! Wanted him to fuck… m-me! Then, she felt the expanding lurch of his rock-hard cock's shaft, and she knew that it was still true. She had to have it…! But, God… with Ron right there… in the living room…? I-I couldn't! I just… couldn't!

"… But-but… my husband…!" she wailed. "That's my h-husband… out there in the living room!"

"And, he's fucking the hell out of my wife!" Fred Holden ground out at her.

"… But, how…? Why…?"

"Forget them, baby! It's time for you to start begging… if you want to get fucked!"

"Beg…?"

"That's right!"

"You mean… say it out loud?"

"Yes, damn it! Say it out loud… loud enough for them to hear out there! Say it! Say you want me to fuck you!"

"Oh, God! Not that too… after all the rest…!?"

"Say it, bitch! Beg me!" Fred flared. "Right now!"

The debasing shame of it pounded through her, as again his massive cock buried deep in her trembling white belly expanded lurchingly, reminding her of her passionate need for sexual fulfillment, and if she were to get it she'd have to do as he told her… But, God! She had to have his hardened cock pounding in and out of her to bring her to the craggy heights of orgasm. It was already so close. Ron was forgotten for the moment, as she followed the dictates of her body. I'll have to do it! I've got to… have it!

Susan Merril gritted her teeth, her face flushed with the shame of it, but she did it. She said, her voice strangled in her throat, "Yesssssss! I need it… so terribly! Fuck me! Go ahead and… f-fuck me, now!"

"With that, Susan, baby? You know the words! You hear them all the time!"

"Your cock!" she added. "Fuck me with your cock!" Oh, God! Now! Now! Now!

… But Fred was still grinning lewdly down into her face, refusing to move in her yet. What else? She knew that he wanted something else.

"Where… God damn it? Where…?" Holden grated. "Finish it up!"

"In… m-my cunt!" she groaned it out loud and clear. "Oh, God! Fred, you're torturing me!"

"Now… say all of it!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me in the fucking cunt!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" God! Will he ever be satisfied?

"Okay, doll! Now, I know you really want it!" he gloated.

… Then, he began to rock above her, with short smooth thrustings in and out of her moist, expanding vaginal sheath, and instinctively her body reacted as she gave herself up to the surging sensations in her loins, thrills of mounting pleasure coursing through her as she undulated her hips up to him and spread her thighs wider wantonly to take him deep up inside her searing, cock-hungry cunt. Her husband, Ron – and the rest of the world – would have to wait.

In the living room, on the rug, cradled between Evelyn Holden's white and shapely thighs, drawn back now to her chest and mashing the softly pliant orbs of her breasts cruelly, Ron was plunging wildly in and out of her demanding pussy, his rock-hard cock pistoning her like a rutting stallion, as he heard his wife in the bedroom begging Evelyn's husband to fuck her. Somehow, as she screamed it out, it was an extra goad to his own feral fucking of the other man's wife, and he began to gore her with insane power. He knew that it would be only a matter of moments before he would explode spewing his cum deep into the black-haired beauty's quivering belly, and he churned toward his ejaculation, smug in the knowledge that now Susan knew what he was doing. He had heard every word spoken in the bedroom. Now, he was hearing the groan of the tortured bed as his wife lay on it taking that other man's cock deep up into her white belly; he wasn't sure, but he thought he could even hear the moist squish of hard cock-flesh moving in and out of his wife's cunt. The little bitch! I hope she's feeling it… knowing that I'm out here sucking somebody else's wife… while she's getting it too!

Beneath him, Evelyn felt the young husband's surging drive toward ejaculation and knew that he was too excitedly involved in satisfying himself. Damn! I'll have to do something… or he'll cum too soon!

Moaning up into his face, her own features twisted into a grimace of building ecstasy, Evelyn Holden shocked him with a mewling request, "Ron, Ron, darling… don't leave me behind! Do something… for me!"

"What… damn it? I'm giving you… everything I've got!" Ron Merril panted, still cocking an ear toward the bedroom.

"Lean back a little… then reach down… and stuff your middle finger into my rectum…!" Fred's wife directed. "It'll make me cum… with you!"

It was a shocking mind-boggler, and Ron had never done it. Christ! That's something! She sucks my cock… wants me to fuck her… and now this!

"You sure… that's what you want…?"

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "I need it! Shove your finger in my ass!" She was desperate now.

"Okay!"

Leaning back, he slid his hand down over the full-rounded orb of a smoothly gyrating buttock-cheek, feeling the satiny pliancy of her skin, the muscles working sinuously against the palm of his hand, as he probed into the hairless crevice between, searching for the puckered, brownish opening of her anus, while at the same time he continued his cunt-filling thrusts deep into the clasping, warmly moist sheath of her cuntal passage.

He found the warm, secret opening and circled it teasingly with his middle fingertip, uncertain for a moment as to whether or not he should just go ahead and plunge it into her there; then he realized that that could be painful to her. It needed lubrication, he decided, so he dipped his fingertip into the viscous moisture that dribbled down in tiny droplets from the opening of her vagina where his prick, aching and ready to spew, thundered in and out. Then, with the moistened tip he again probed at the wrinkled, brownish nether opening, hesitating before actually thrusting it into its smooth warmth.

"Oh, my God! Do it… Ron!" Evelyn Holden gasped, undulating her hips up against his probing finger.

The tip popped through the resilient ring of muscles at the entrance of her rectum, and his middle finger slid deep into the sponginess of her passage.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhh! That's it!" she screamed.

Ron wasn't sure whether her scream was one of pain or of sexual ecstasy. He knew in the next moment. Her hips writhed upward to absorb all of his finger into her rear passage, and as he watched her contorted face, he knew that the sensations generated in her were powerfully electric.

"Now, fuck me… hard and deep… with both… your cock and your finger!" Evelyn moaned, her eyes glazing with a vision of her coming orgasm.

Ron did it! He slammed in and out of her with fury, startlingly aware of the bulge of his finger through the thin separating tissues stimulating the sensitive underside of his rampaging cock with deliciously new sensations that spurred him on to even faster, deeper and insanely ferocious thrusts into her gaspingly demanding cunt. God damn! He'd never had a woman like Evelyn Holden!

On the soft bed, lying on her back and taking Fred Holden's pounding cock deep into her ecstatic vagina, Susan sensed almost as much as she heard what was going on in the living room, while at the same time she rose higher and higher, seemingly like a balloonist borne on heated air, and she knew that it would come to her soon, that blessed release in orgasm that would be ultimate rapture, not even thinking now about the fact that the man who was bringing her to the heights was not her husband.

"Oh, OOooohh, OOOooooohhh!" she moaned. "Fuck me… hard!" Oh, God! Let me cum! Let me cum… soon! Soon!

With manful determination, Fred drove deeply into her passion-trembling belly, swiveling his hips from side to side, as he alternately pressured down either side of the moist warmth of her cuntal passage, his cock surging in and out of her with animal-like rutting force.

… Then, suddenly, she was exploding beneath him, her body convulsing with spasms of pure orgasmic delight, her head rolling uncontrollably, her eyes glazed and unseeing. She was cumming… finally; it had gone on and on for eons, and now she was there!

"Aaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh OOOOOooooohhhh! Myyyyy Godddddd! I-I'm… going to… cuuuuummmmmm! Now! Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuugggghhh!"

It was a rapture unequaled in her experience, and for her it was as though time stood still, while the delicious sensations of her spasming climax charged electrically through her body, every cell of her vibrantly alive and feeling from the soles of her feet to the roots of her spun-gold hair. Above her, Fred grinned his triumph, knowing that he had been absolutely successful in his seduction and domination of the young wife. Now, he could let go!

Pressing on Susan Merril's knees he shoved her thighs back hard, until they were mashing down cruelly against the soft mounds of her breasts, moistened now with the natural droplets of sweat caused by her passion, and with feral power he drove toward his own ejaculation.

He felt the searing, acid-like burn of it as it began for him. In a moment, after several cunt-slamming thrusts of his expanding cock, he was there, too, experiencing that ultimate joy of spewing ejaculation for which there is no comparison, and with a gasping oath, he thrust into her hard and deep. Holding himself rigid above her, he felt the hot liquid of his sperm jet from the slitted tip of his cock to splash deep up into her clinging vaginal passage. "AAAaaagh!" he groaned with satisfaction and collapsed in a heap on top of Ron Merril's young wife. God! It was good!

Then lying beneath him while the tiny after-thrills of her release chased themselves through her, she realized that it was all over… and that it was someone else's husband who had fucked her and fucked her well! She couldn't help hearing the obscene sounds of copulation coming to her from the living room. The slap of naked flesh and the moist sound of cock in cunt were loud in the room, and opening her glazed eyes and twisting her head to see, Susan watched with tear-brimming eyes as her husband, Ron, brought Fred's wife to the towering peak of her orgasm.

She watched the writhing bodies, seeing the rise and fall of Ron's buttocks as he plunged deep into the other woman, her hips undulant under him, countering his every furious stroke.

… And suddenly, Evelyn screamed full-throatedly. "Fuck me! Hard! Deep! Long! Come on! Make me cum! Oh, God… Ron! Make me cuuuuuummmm!"

Then, she saw that his hand was down there between them, and as she looked closer, divined what was happening. Why he's got his… finger in her… anus, too! As she watched, he ripped his finger out of her rear passage and pistoned straight into the black-haired woman's naked upturned pussy… and she came.

"AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! I'mmmmm cuummmmiiiinnnnngggggagggg! Oh, fuck!!!!!!! AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

Wistfully, Susan found herself wishing that it were she, there on the rug, beneath her husband, taking his pounding cock deep into her own vagina… But, now… everything'll be changed between us! I'm changed… and Ron's changed! She mourned it… not knowing how their lives would be affected, and she wished that it had never happened.

As Fred Holden's wife writhed in convulsive orgasm under his pounding hips, Ron felt the beginning of his own orgasm, the bursting cofferdam of turgid flesh searing him with the hosing jet of hot, white semen that rushed through the length of his expanding, pumping cock's shaft.

"God!" he grunted. "Oh, God damn! I'm there!"

With the spurting semen still pumping through the tiny slit in the head of his prick, he plunged into her for several more strokes, until finally, he stopped, collapsing on top of her.

The silence was broken only by the ragged and raspy breath of four satisfied human animals.

It was Evelyn who stirred and spoke first. "That was just wonderful… Ron, darling!"

"Yeah…" he agreed. "It was! Now, you and your husband's little game is finished… and you can both get the hell out of here!"

Ron rolled to his side and began sitting up, peering at the same time into the bedroom. "Did you hear me, Holden…?" he bellowed.

Fred quickly began to crawl from on top of the young wife he had just fucked to soaring orgasm, his softening penis coming out of her sperm-flooded vagina with a moist sucking sound. "Now… you've got the wrong idea…" he began placatingly.

Behind him, Evelyn, too was sitting up, and she plucked at Ron's arm, murmuring close into his ear, "You liked me… didn't you, Ron?"

"Like hell I have!" Ron said in answer to Holden; then to Evelyn he grinned, "Of course, I did! Christ! I've never had a lay like that!"

"… And, would you like to have me, again…?"

"I'll say! Any time!"

"All four of us… together, sometime…?" Evelyn breathed.

Fred was off the bed, now, searching for his clothes and feeling a little embarrassed. He wasn't sure of his standing at that moment. He pulled on his shirt and looking down at Susan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed now, looking with fearful eyes at her husband, grated out at her, "You'd better make damned sure he knows I didn't force you to do it!"

Oh, God… that's true! I wanted him to do it! "Ron…" she said timidly, "Ron, darling… will you try to understand the way it was…?"

Her husband wasn't listening. He was saying something to Fred's wife.

"Do you mean… one of those group sex things…?"

"Yes…"

"I'll think about it… but right now I've got some unfinished business with my wife!" he growled. "So… you and your husband clear out!"

"Don't be too hard on her… please…?"

"Why…?" he questioned explosively. "Why should you care?"

"… Because… I understand what she's going through…!"

"Ron…?" Susan's tiny voice called plaintively.

Her husband was on his feet now, and going into the bedroom ordered, "Get something on, Susan!"

Scuttling around him, she made for the closet to get her heavy robe, while Ron sourly watched Fred Holden finish his dressing. "I should break your neck… but under the circumstances, my wife seems to be about as guilty as you are!"

"That's right!" Fred hurried to say. "She wanted me to do it… and she liked it, too!"

"I know that!" Ron blared. "Now, get the hell out of here… before I change my mind!"

Susan had her robe on now and was returning to sit on the edge of the bed, her eyes brimming with tears, as she realized that Ron was planning some punishment for her.

Swinging around, Ron looked into the living room, where Evelyn was now fully dressed and coming toward them. She's really quite a woman… worth knowing a hell of a lot better!

Evelyn smiled reassuringly at Susan and said, "Fred… if you're dressed, we'll go now…" Then to Susan, "I'm sure you don't know it, Mrs. Merril… but you've done something very good for my husband…!"

Looking up into the other woman's beautiful face then allowing her eyes to roam over her svelte figure, Susan questioned, "I-I don't… understand…?"

"I'll explain it to you some day…" Turning then, she walked from the bedroom, whispering to Ron, "Remember, Ron… she's not all to blame…"

Fred Holden walked out after his wife without a word or backward glance. He was disgusted and angry that Evelyn had wormed her way into the situation, and as soon as they were outside the Merril apartment he exploded, "God damn it, Evelyn, you blew the whole thing for me!"

Coolly, she answered him, "Not really, darling! That marvelous hunk of man wants me… again!"

"So…?"

"Well… don't you see? If he's to have me, again… you'll be able to lay his wife… too! Isn't that what you wanted?" Evelyn explained.

"Are you sure…?"

"Absolutely!" she told him. "Wild horses wouldn't keep him away from me, now… but do you know what I'd really like… Fred, darling…?"

"No! What…?"

"I'd like for us to go home… and take a long shower together… then go to bed and have a long, lingering fuck!"

Instantly, her suggestive words brought his softened penis to throbbing, vibrant erection inside his pants… and he knew that he could and would do it!

"That sounds like a winner!" he grinned. "It's too bad we're driving both cars!"

"Just drive carefully, darling! I want you all in one piece!" Evelyn joked.

"Don't worry, baby! I'll see you at home… in about twenty minutes!"

Boldly, she reached down to the bulge in his pants and gave it a reassuring pat. "Keep it hard for me!"

"No problem!" Fred Holden grinned down at her. "No problem at all!"

"God! I hope so!" she breathed. "Because… I've got the feeling we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other in bed… as well as other people… too!"

"Like the Merrils…?"

"Yes! Especially the Merrils!"

Fred didn't have to think about it. He knew that that's what he wanted… now! "You know, Evelyn, darling… my sexy little wife, I think you've got something there!"

They got into their separate cars and headed for home… that long shower… and a rendezvous between the sheets of their bed.