"The motorcyclist_s wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Van Marcus Carl)

CHAPTER SIX

After Sandi Smith had rebuffed him on the phone, Larry had downed several more drinks, switching from martinis to straight scotch. For awhile he'd flirted with a couple of cute teenagers who were passing through Brunrocke on their way from Connecticut to San Francisco on expensive British-made ten-speed bicycles – rich little bitches on a phony hippie trip – toying with the idea of fucking one or perhaps both of them. But though the high school girls couldn't have been more than sixteen, they had none of Sandi's appealing air of innocence and vulnerability. Their well-padded, Levi-encased ass-cheeks didn't undulate with the unconscious provocative wriggle which he so admired in his best friend's wife, and his own wife Clare, for that matter. Anyway, the girls seemed far more interested in two local long-hairs who Larry overheard murmuring something about taking a drive out of town to see how their crop of grass was doing.

"What's the matter with kids today anyway?" the twenty-seven year old muttered sourly to himself as he prepared to stomp out of the bar. "No fucking good, that's for damn sure!"

His long cock was bulging against his jeans as he gulped down the last of his scotch, and he was just getting up to drive back to Lakeview Gardens and once again release his raging hunger for Sandi on his wife when he suddenly overheard a most interesting conversation going on at the next table. Settling back down in his seat, he pricked up his ears, a lewd smile gradually sliding over his rugged face as he absorbed the obscene details of the two men's conversation.

Larry, born and raised in Brunrocke, recognized both youths. The blond one had been a few years behind him in high school, and he vaguely recalled some scandal or other involving him and some chick who'd been caught making it in the balcony of the swimming pool during swim team practice. As for the dark-haired man, Larry knew he was some kind of foreign motherfucker who'd opened a photographer's studio several months ago.

So that's where the stupid bitch got a job, he gloated to himself. And that's why she sounded so weird on the phone, too!

Pushing back his chair so quickly that it crashed to the floor, the lust-crazed Motorcycle Circus manager elbowed his way out of the crowded bar, jumped into his big Buick, and sped toward Lakeview Estates. By the time he'd reached the Smith's darkened house, he'd sobered up enough to think to park his car down the block and to sneak in through the open kitchen door on silent feet. Thus the two erotically aroused women never heard him until he made his triumphant entrance.

Both naked women gaped at him with fear-widened eyes as he ripped off his jeans and shirt and swaggered over toward the big double bed, flicking on the bright overhead light on his way.

"Wanna see what I'm fucking here!" he laughed in a coarse way.

Sandi, forgetting her earlier effort to avoid her girlfriend's unnatural embrace, now clutched her arms around Clare. She was shaking like a leaf as a few stinging tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, and her green eyes were widened and glazed with fear.

"Don't worry, honey – he always goes crazy like this when he's had too much to drink," Clare whispered. "Just do what he says, or he'll get really mad. He's not going to hurt you – he just wants to get into your cunt."

"But he can't do that! I won't let him!" Sandi hissed back, though by now she ought to have known the futility of trying to resist a lust-frenzied male.

"Shut up, you bitches!" the dark-haired man loomed over them, swaying a little unsteadily. In his right hand he brandished his enormously erect purplish cock, aiming it directly at Sandi's fear-contorted face, and with the other he grabbed hold of his wife's short, black hair and yanked her to her knees. Then, slapping her across the face with a sickening sound of flesh cracking against flesh, he shoved her off the bed.

"It's my turn to take this little cock-teasing bitch!" he swaggered, staring down at the nakedly cringing blonde with lecherous eyes. "Thinks she's too good to fuck me, but the next thing I hear she's screwing around with some asshole of a photographer and anyone else with a good hard cock!" He sneered down at the blonde, taking a sadistic pleasure in the way her face sagged as she realized he knew her guilty secret. "Or a cunt," he added, glaring at Clare.

He knows! Sandi's tortured mind screamed. I don't know how he can, but he does! Oh God… it's all over now! He'll tell Verne, I know he will!

"No… no… no…" she moaned, burying her face in the bedcovers.

"Yes, baby!" Larry snarled. "Now you're gonna fuck me, 'cause if you don't Verne's gonna hear all about that Goddamn dirty movie you're making. And you know as well as I do what he'll think of his sweet little wife then!"

Suddenly Sandi felt rough hands grasping her and trying to turn her over, and she began to struggle before the meaning of his words sank through her shock-stupored brain. This incensed Larry, just as Clare had warned it would, and he decided to really give this stupid blonde a taste of his aching cock that she'd never forget.

"Seeing as everyone else has already had a chance at your cunt, I'll try out that cute ass of yours," he leered.

Sandi had the sense to let her body go limp as the intoxicated man's brutal hands pushed her face down against the mattress, but it was too late to hope to mollify him now that the idea of fucking her in the anus had taken seed in his lust-maddened mind. Without any thought of the pain he was causing, Larry dug his powerful fingers into the tender flesh of the girl's white-skinned inner thighs, dragging her backward on the high bed until her shapely legs dangled over the side and her firmly rounded ass-cheeks jutted out, their flesh obscenely white against the pale golden tan of the rest of her body. Though her breasts were being painfully crushed, and in spite of the panic that had risen inside her at his terrible threat, Sandi gritted her teeth to force back her scream of terror.

He can't really be going to do it to me in the ass, she tried to reassure herself. It's not possible – it's not human!

Never in all her nineteen years had she so much as dreamed of such incredible perversion, and she had almost managed to convince herself that he was just trying to frighten her when his fingers grasped at the round half-moons of her buttocks and forced them apart. This time she couldn't hold back a gasp of horror.

Larry was really going to do this vile thing! And there was nothing at all she could do to stop his perverted defilement of her body – nothing at all! She didn't even dare to attempt to fight him off, for then he'd be certain to tell Verne everything!

From where Clare Johnson lay on the floor beside the bed, she had a perfect view of her girlfriend's wide-stretched buttocks and her own husband's long, glistening hardness. It looked even thicker than usual, and sympathy for her innocent girlfriend mingled with the strange shivers of arousal the indecent spectacle stirred in her sensuous body. If she hadn't been afraid of arousing her drunken husband's wrath, she'd have liked to comfort the blonde, to continue her abruptly interrupted caresses of her lovely young body, but as it was she just lay quietly on the carpet watching Larry position his penis directly over Sandi's pinkly puckering little anal opening. Oh God, wasn't he even going to prepare the virgin rectum with his finger?

Suddenly the suburban bedroom resounded with loud cries; first Johnson's bestial roar as he flicked his muscular hips forward and drove his iron-hard phallus into the tiny opening between his friend's wife's provocatively upraised ass-cheeks, and then Sandi Smith's wail of pain as the huge flesh rod sank halfway into her never-before-entered anus. The pain was so intense that she couldn't help flailing her body and jerking her hips to try to expel the torturing penis, unintentionally doubling the agony in her tight, dry channel.

"Aiieeeee! Stop! Stop it! Oh God, stop!" Sandi screamed.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Larry raged, bending down to grip vise-like to the girl's writhing back. "Get your ass up here and help me hold her, Clare," he ordered his wife without even bothering to glance at her.

The next moment, the humiliated, pain-wracked blonde wife felt cool feminine hands gently turning her face to one side and stroking her tousled hair away from her perspiring forehead. In her relief at not feeling completely alone with the sex-crazed maniac who was violating her straining anus, Sandi ceased her futile struggles.

"Try to relax," Clare's sultry lips brushed against her ear. "Then it won't hurt so bad. It'll start to feel good in a minute if you do that. I've been through this and I promise it'll be wonderful after you relax."

Clare had done this vile thing and dared to admit she'd liked it? the shocked blonde shuddered. Surely ENJOYING this bestial sex act was the most shameful part of it… But as the loudly panting man behind her pressured into her taut-muscled rectum with even more sadistic force, the nineteen year old blonde's moral scruples were drowned out by the red-hot agony surging through her abused young body. With a heartrending sigh, she tried her best to follow the experienced brunette's instructions, and almost at once the pain began to fade to an uncomfortable but tolerable heated throbbing. So great was her relief that, when the dark-haired woman squatting beside her snaked her tongue between her lips and began to kiss her in the lewd way Tony, the photographer, had done that afternoon, she automatically responded.

"Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhhh," Larry groaned, his turgid thickness plunging to the hilt as the wife of his best friend let the muscles of her exquisitely tight anal passage relax. He forced his impatient penis to lie still for a moment so the girl could continue to unclench her fear-tightened rectum, the aggressive malicious mood he'd been in all day long vanishing as if by magic as soon as his lust-hungry penis found itself inside Sandi's hotly coveted vagina.

Releasing his cruel hold on the no-longer-resisting blonde's shoulders, the husky motorcyclist began a smooth, age-old rhythm of in and out strokes. It gratified his ego to feel her unwilling body gradually responding to his unnatural anal fucking, and he plunged with ever increasing fervor as he strained to completely subjugate the girl who'd so haughtily spurned him the night before. If he could make her climax from his obscene ass-fucking, she'd be his slave forever!

Sandi has been through so much already that she no longer had the will to resist the strange masochistic pleasure gliding through her bloodstream. After only a few minutes of half-hearted fighting back the surging waves of pleasure, the no-longer-innocent blonde gave up and surrendered herself to wild sensuality, a sense of forbidden freedom heightening her arousal.

I've hit the bottom now, she rationalized as she began to screw her youthful white ass-cheeks in wanton little circles around the impaling male flesh imbedded between them. What's the difference now? I'm really just a whore, and there's no use pretending any longer.

"I like it!" she purred into Clare's tight-pressing mouth, a violent spasm of forbidden ecstasy singing in her veins as the unforgivable admission sprang from her lips. "I like being fucked in the ass!"

Then the lust-frenzied young wife pulled her tingling lips away from the soft mouth of her girlfriend, lifted her head as high as possible considering the tortured position her ripe young body had been forced into, and wailed out her wanton passion at the top of her lungs.

"Fuck me, Larry! Fuck me in the ass! Do it hard! Harder! Deeper! Fuck fuck fuck meeeeeeee!"

"I'll fuck the hell out of your tight little ass, you beautiful bitch!" Johnson shouted back, feeling his testicles tighten and quiver at the formerly frigid girl's outcry.

Suddenly his eyes met an incredible sight which made him wish more than ever that he'd not drunk so much before coming over to Sandi Smith's house and had better control over his rampaging cock. As it was, the unbelievable tightness of her convulsively clasping anal cavity, combined with the lewd performance being enacted on the bed, was making his balls churn with such urgency that he doubted he could hold back his climax for much longer. But there'd be other times, he reminded himself, lots of other opportunities!

Clare, succumbing to her irrepressible desire to once again feel a woman's soft lips on her hungrily throbbing pussy despite the presence of her husband, had maneuvered her statuesque body so that her long legs were spread out around Sandi's head and her dark-haired pussy "vee" was pressed directly against the younger girl's mouth. She'd managed to struggle out of her silky pink shirt, and the only piece of clothing on her ripely mature body was her miniscule black skirt which had been pushed up around her slim waist.

"Kiss my pussy, Sandi!" she pleaded. "Kiss me like my husband did to you yesterday."

"Yeah!" echoed Larry in a hoarse, out-of-control voice. "Suck her! Suck her!"

By this time Sandi didn't need much encouragement. Her loins burned to do this perverted thing… she wanted to try every lewd variation, to have her young body violated in every possible way. Opening her eyes to stare curiously at her girlfriend's fresh-scented, coral-pink vaginal flesh, she darted her tongue between the black-curl-fringed pubic mound to lick hesitantly at the smooth pink slit. Then, roused to a frenzy of passion by the continuous stimulation of her forbidden anus, she began to lap and suck with enthusiasm, instinctively seeking out the older girl's swollen clitoral bud and tonguing it into a stiff little erection.

"Oh God, it's good! Yes, Sandi, kiss me! Don't stop! Make me cum!"

His wife's lustful mewl was the last straw for the hotly aroused motorcyclist fucking into his wife's friend's anus. With a bellow like that of an angered jungle animal, he rammed his turgid pole of flesh between her jiggling white ass-cheeks so hard she groaned in masochistic ecstasy.

"Now!" he shouted, digging his hands into Sandi's pliant ass-cheeks and bracing himself for his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum now! Ccccuuuummmmingggggg! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Arrrrrrggghhhh!"

Hot jets of thick white sperm began splashing deep into Sandi's shivering belly, flooding her narrow anus and oozing out onto her trembling thighs. It felt so obscene, so wonderfully obscene, that she felt her own loins vibrate and knew that she, too, was going to cum. For a few more seconds she desperately lapped at Clare's moist, quivering cunt, wanting her girlfriend to cum too, but then the orgasm crashed through her sensuous young body and she began writhing in helpless ecstasy on the bed, dislodging Larry's shrinking penis from her anus with a lewd popping sound which was inaudible beneath the wanton chorus of groans, grunts, and wails of the three-way orgasm.

"Yeeeeeeessssss!" Sandi shrilled, then fell silent as her energy was drained by the thundering sensations surging through her.

Clare gasped, shuddering, as the almost forgotten sweetness of an orgasm brought on by another female swept her onto another plane where she knew nothing but ecstasy. An incoherent babble issued from her passion-contorted face, and if anyone had been listening they would have heard her wail out Rosemary's name, then Sandi's, then her husband's.

Finally all three orgiasts collapsed in exhaustion upon the bed, and for long minutes the only sound in the brightly lit bedroom was the rasping sound of their breathing. At last Clare rolled over to lie next to Sandi, fondling her friend's swollen breasts and murmuring, "How do you feel now, honey?"

Sandi smiled back, a new, more mature smile in which there lingered no traces of uncertainty or shy self-doubt.

"Of course I loved it!" she assured Clare and Larry Johnson. "Now let's fuck some more – I want to feel a cock in my pussy. Let's do everything!"