She unlocked the door hurriedly and led the way inside, hoping that no one in the quiet-seeming neighborhood would be up late enough and be curious enough to see Tom enter with her. In the living room she was greeted by the empty martini glasses from her early-evening drinking. That had been her downfall, she thought as she switched on a lamp. The liquor, and Harry's recent neglect of her. The two had combined to make her putty in Tom's hard hands. She shivered internally at the
recollection of those hands racing over her nude body. How could she have been so abandoned?
The familiar room renewed her feeling of guilt about what she had done as well as her concern about Harry. Dear God, what if Tom were the type to kiss and tell? Harry might even divorce her. Joan's entire body felt chilled at the thought. Well, she'd beg if she had to for Tom's silence. Her marriage was too important to her to risk its loss.
"Tom," she began as her eyes took in his rumpled suit and then went instinctively to her gown. It was wrinkled even worse than she'd feared.
"I take my coffee black," Tom said casually.
Joan hesitated. She wanted him out of the house, but she couldn't afford to antagonize him. She went into the kitchen, turned on the light, and spooned coffee into the percolator. Her thoughts were racing as she stood there waiting for the coffee to perk. Exactly what was it about Tom's attitude that she found so disturbing? She couldn't quite place her finger upon it.
And then he was lounging in the kitchen doorway, hands in pockets, watching her with a half-smile on his lips. "I want to talk to you about tonight, Tom," she said quickly. "It was a-a terrible mistake."
His smile widened, but the flat planes of his hard-looking features showed no softness. "A mistake? Who're you trying to kid, Joan?"
"I mean it," she insisted. "It was the liquor, and-"
"The liquor!" he snorted. "You practically raped me on the dance floor, and how about your reactions in the car? Didn't you like it? Say no honestly and I'll walk out the door right now."
Joan bit her lip. "You know I can't say that," she admitted. "I-I did want it." She continued on recklessly. "I needed it, if it comes to that. But it should never have happened. I lost-lost control, that's all. I never dreamed of being unfaithful to Harry, even though-even though-"
Tom was still smiling as she faltered. "Even though you're a horny little big-assed bitch who loves to be fucked by a big prick?" he asked.
His words shocked her while at the same time they stirred lewd thoughts she sought to thrust from her mind. "I s-suppose you feel you're entitled to t-talk to me like that," Joan said. Her voice shook as she strove to retain her dignity. "Please be charitable, Tom. Please. I still-I still can't believe it really happened. Don't make it harder for me. I'm so-"
"The coffee's ready," he interrupted her.
Joan tried to control her shaking hands as she lifted the percolator from the stove and poured them each a steaming cup. Tom sat down at a chair near the table and considered her above the rim of his cup as he sipped from it. His bright-eyed inspection of her combined with his hard grin increased Joan's nervousness. Her stomach felt cold.
"What makes you think tonight was an accident?" Tom asked suddenly.
"Th-think? Well, wasn't it? I mean, certainly it was. I-"
"I've been wanting to fuck you since fifteen minutes after Harry joined the firm," Tom cut her off.
Joan could feel herself reddening. "Oh, well," she tried to toss it off, "everyone looks at-looks at everyone else sometimes and-and thinks-"
"That the someone else would make a good fuck?" Tom interrupted. "Did you ever think of me that way, Joan ? Did you ever look at me and say to yourself I'll bet ol' Tom could put his prick in my hot cunt and give me a really great fuck?"
Joan pressed both hands to her flaming cheeks. "W-why do you feel you have to humiliate me by-by talking like this, Tom?" she asked unsteadily. "I know what I did was wrong, and I'm ashamed of myself." She felt tears coming to her eyes. "Isn't-isn't that enough? Do you need to torment me?"
"Getting back to the 'accident' tonight," he said as though she hadn't spoken. "Would you believe I had Harry sent out of town so he couldn't make the party tonight?" Joan stared at him blankly. "Would you believe I told Alice to stay home so I'd have my chance at you alone?"
"Oh, n-no," Joan whispered, horrified.
"Would you believe I told Alice I was going to fuck you tonight, Joan?"
Joan couldn't help herself; she burst into a freshet of tears. She tried to quell her choking sobs while she wiped at her streaming cheeks with the backs of her hands. "You're-you're des-despicable!" she managed to get out.
"Sure I'm despicable," he agreed comfortably. "And you don't know the half of it, Joan-nie, dear." The hard glint was back in his eyes. "Because you know what's going to happen as soon as I finish this cup of coffee, Joan?" Her half-fascinated, half-nauseated gaze was riveted upon him. "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck your bare ass all over your bed. All over Harry's bed."
Joan drew a deep breath while she tried to quell the fluttering in her interior. This was unbelievable! "No, Tom," said. She tried desperately to make her voice matter-of-fact. "I made a mistake, and if you force me to I'll confess it to Harry, but I'm not going to let you ruin my marriage."
"You'll do exactly as I say," Tom said evenly.
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will. Exactly. If I phone you tomorrow morning and tell you come down to my office and put your big behind on my desk for a fucking, you'll do it."
His conviction shook her even more than the lewd picture conveyed by his words. "Wh-why say such an awful th-thing?" she asked shakily-
"Because Harry has been manipulating one of the accounts at the office, and if you don't do as I say I'll turn him in."
The sound of his words hung heavy between them before the silence began to build up in the kitchen. A thousand thoughts raced through Joan's feverish mind. Her illness last year. The tremendous bills. Harry's growing moroseness and preoccupation, irritability even, indication of a growing burden. She sensed that what Tom said was true. He was too sure of himself, too positive for it not to be true.
"I thought you were a friend, Tom," she managed to say at last.
"I am a friend," he said debonairly. "A friend who's wanted to screw you for a long time, dear."
"But how can you s-say-how can you plan such dreadful-"
"Dreadful? Delightful," he cut her off. "Don't forget I'm a friend who's kept Harry's guilty secret to this point." He set down his coffee cup with a deliberate clatter. "Now what about getting that luscious ass upstairs so I can give you a real fucking?"
Joan's breath seemed caught somewhere deep in her throat. What good now to confess to Harry her moment of indiscretion? That was the least of Harry's and her problems. If she couldn't talk this grinning satyr out of his inclination and instinctively she knew she couldn't-then she was definitely in for whatever he chose to do to her. She had to protect Harry at all costs.
Tom was growing impatient. He crooked a finger at her. "Come over here, bitch," he said brutally.
Joan rose from her chair with shaky legs. How could she not have seen before the cruelty so close to the surface in this man? And she was his plaything, at least until she could talk to Harry. If only he were lying about Harry's manipulating an account ... but she knew he wasn't lying. Too many hitherto ignored signs all pointed in the same direction. "Wh-what do you want?" she asked when she was standing beside Tom.
"I know you're bare-ass naked under that gown," he said. "I saw you put your panties in your purse. Pull up your dress and turn around into the light and give me a good look at the back of your lap in all its bare-ass glory."
For a long moment Joan stood motionless. Instinctively she knew that if she made this first concession she was committed. But what was she to do? If Tom were vindictive enough he could even have Harry fired. She couldn't risk it. She faced about, pulled up her long skirt, and bunched it under her armpits.
Behind her she heard Tom's soft whistle. "Bend over," he said huskily.
Tears welled anew into Joan's eyes, but she obeyed.
"What an ass!" Tom marveled. "What an immodest, brazen, ribald, unchaste, licentious, profligate, lascivious, carnal, libidinous, unblushing, shameless bare behind!" Joan shuddered as his hands stroked her satiny, snow-white, elastically malleable hind cheeks, softly resilient under the groping hands. Despite herself a quick glow stirred within her.
"Did Harry ever count the downy little hairs all over your lovely bottom?" Tom inquired. He slipped a hand between Joan's plumped-out hind cheeks, deep into her crevice, and her whole body quivered. Tom noticed it immediately. "Getting hot again, aren't you, sweetie?"
"N-no!" Joan tried to deny the stirring in her flesh.
Tom crooked a finger until it touched Joan's swelling cunt-lips as his knuckles pressed against the lower slopes of her bottom. An involuntary deep sigh along with a shivery ripple in her buttock-flesh escaped her. Tom laughed and got to his feet. "We're wasting time," he said briskly. "Take off the dress."
Mechanically she reached for the clasp at the back of her neck, unfastened it, then stepped out of the dress as it cascaded down her bare back. Cooler air licked over the sensitive nerves of her exposed skin. Her nipples rose with the new tactile sensation, and she covered them with her palms. She could see the slope of her own white belly and the upper crescent of her blonde pussy-hair. Could this actually be happening to her in her own kitchen?
A sound from behind her caused her to look over her shoulder. Tom was undressing. He stripped off his underwear and stood clad only in his socks, his penis soft and swaying meatily with his body movements. Joan stared at it with dry lips and constricted throat That was what had given her so much pleasure before, she thought guiltily. It looked so harmless now. She wanted nothing to do with it, of course, but her body wasn't taking dictation from her mind. A dampness welled in her vagina, moistening her inner walls and relaxing the dainty, sensitively springy lips of her vulva.
Tom's hard palm cracked unexpectedly with stinging force upon Joan's nude right buttock, and she yelped. He laughed as he took her and bent her over his upraised thigh so that her bare bottom plumped out again as his hand played patty-cake with her brimful, marble-white gluteal region. "How long since you've had an old-fashioned bare-bottom spanking, Joan?" he inquired.
"N-not since I was in high s-school," she said faintly.
He gave her another slap before releasing her. "We'll have to give you one some one of these days," he grinned. "Good for the tired blood. Who gave you your last spanking, your old lady or your old man?"
"My father."
Tom nodded knowingly. "I guess he enjoyed a look at a ripening girlish bare ass, huh?"
"My father wasn't like that," Joan said with as much dignity as she could muster considering she was nude in the presence of an almost nude stranger.
Tom smiled but didn't pursue it. "Upstairs," he commanded, and Joan's heart lurched in her breast. "To the fucking chamber, milady. One stiff prick coming up for one juicy twat."
Helplessly Joan squeezed her eyelids together against a fresh onslaught of tears. She knew that crying would only make this man angry. This incredible thing was really going to happen to her. Nothing she could say or do would save her from being violated on her own bed. The devil of it was that Tom's lewd speech was exciting her. It was enough to make her wonder if she really knew her own nature. Where was the cool dignity she had always considered an integral part of her personality?
From the corner of her eye she saw Tom raise his hand.
Hastily Joan walked to the kitchen door and into the living room to the foot of the stairs, trying to still the trembling in her legs.
Joan climbed the stairway to the second floor after switching on the light above the newel-post. She was dreadfully conscious of Tom ascending behind her with his face on a level with her swaying bare buttocks. Two-thirds of the way up he reached out and captured a gyrating globe in his hand.
Joan stopped and turned on the stairs. Her eyes went at once to the large, soft penis between Tom's hairy thighs as his hand fondled her delectably yielding nude posterior. Her tongue circled her lips unconsciously. After her honeymoon timidity had ended, she had always been fascinated by Harry's penis. In their bed-moments together she played with it whenever he permitted it, which wasn't too often. It was Joan who had gradually initiated lip-service to the upstanding fleshy rod which happily welded them together, not that Harry permitted that very often, either. It seemed that oral stimulation did little for him, and accordingly he permitted Joan's loving efforts in this direction only occasionally.
Tom's hand splatted on Joan's bare buttock again, and she resumed her stair climb. She paused again at the top, looking behind her. Tom was two steps below, his heavy prick swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he climbed. With his face level with Joan's middle, he bent forward and pressed his lips to the fleecy thatch adorning her pubic mound. Goose bumps rose all over her flesh as his hot lips and wet tongue caressed a portion of her loins while his warm breath penetrated deeply and disturbingly into her secret place. He held her by the hips with both hands while he savored the taste and feel of her soft flesh.
Joan was breathing hard by the time he released her. She stumbled into her bedroom, trying to ignore the arousal taking place within her. Sat on the edge of the bed and modestly covered her pubic area with one palm. Her body was warm. A flame was building between her legs despite her best efforts at ignoring it, a flame stoked by Tom's grinning presence and the heavy-hanging meat dangling loosely between his legs.
Tom walked toward her and played for an instant with an upstanding bare breast, teasing the supple nipple. Then he pulled Joan's head close to his hairy stomach, and she could identify in her nostrils the combined odors from their lovemaking in the convertible. Her inner turmoil increased. Tom's thick, greasy-looking penis with its loose foreskin was only a few inches from her lips.
Tom's hand knotted loosely in Joan's heavy blonde hair and pulled her head even closer. "Suck my prick!" he ordered. He pushed her mouth lower. "I want it inside your mouth right now. Go on. Suck it!"
His words repelled Joan if the idea did not. She hesitated, but he jerked at her hair roughly and she cried out in pain. "Did you hear me?" he demanded. "Suck my prick when I tell you to suck it, you bitch!"
Joan reached up slowly and took the limp prick in her hand. Then she directed her mouth to it, kissing it gingerly as she inhaled the strong male odor. She moved her mouth downward and lipped at the soft, smooth penis-tip, then ran her lips along the limp length. Despite her fear of Tom's roughness she was becoming excited by this infamous proximity to what from girlhood had always represented the epitome of male domination.
She returned her mouth to the tip of the penis, opened her lips, and let the rubbery tip slide easily into her saliva-filled mouth. She sucked at it gently, observing traces of her lipstick upon it as her mouth moved back and forth. Slowly the limp flesh began to grow larger in her mouth. Joan rubbed her tongue softly against the loose foreskin, and she felt a quick shudder ripple through Tom's sturdy thighs.
"By God, you're something else as a cock-sucker!" Tom rasped hoarsely. His hand in her hair had relaxed.
Joan swallowed more of the prick, expanding and lengthening now. Its thickness choked her momentarily until she could adjust her mouth to accommodate it better. It was really more than she could accommodate comfortably, but she moved her mouth back and forth along the increasing rigidity of the shaft, teasing the tip from time to time with wet, nibbling nuzzlings. Joan had to move her tongue to make additional room for the monster in her mouth, and she licked at its underside vigorously. As with Harry upon the rare occasions her permitted it, she gloried in her female power to rouse this limp worm into a pulverizing battering-ram which would assault her tender flesh.
Only two-thirds of the big prick was in her mouth now, although Joan strove to absorb more. The heavy cock throbbed in her mouth as she struggled for more breath. The tip of the cock felt as though it was pressed against the back of her throat. Joan began to suck again, moving her head back and forth along the shaft more rapidly. She could feel the flesh of her ovaled lips drawing out each time she slid her mouth out to the tip.
She sensed that Tom was close to eruption, and she began to back off from his tremendous erection. Not that she wanted to. She loved having a prick go off in her mouth, but she knew some men had reservations about letting their women receive their sperm orally. It was the better part of female wisdom to let the male take the lead.
As she had hoped, Tom immediately seized her withdrawing head and forced her mouth back upon the spike of his turgid prick. Joan at once swirled her tongue around his pulsating pole while she sucked busily. Tom groaned, grabbed Joan by the ears, and pulled her even closer as his hips began to plunge. Joan's ears hurt, but she was enthralled by the changes taking place in her hot-clasping mouth. Tom was no longer standing still as she sucked him. He clenched his buttocks in time to the rapid movement of her gliding lips upon the slippery rod whose cloying salty odor and taste caused Joan's inner spring to gush more liberally and wet her crotch thoroughly.
Joan paused as she gasped for air, and Tom at once tried to cram more of his prick into her engorged mouth. She could feel the hair on his thighs brushing lightly against her bare breasts as her mouth worked furiously, trying to get more saliva. She could hear her own sucking sounds as she worked at his rigid prong. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed and the back of her neck ached from the fury with which she lapped and tongued the throbbing cock.
She heard Tom's strangled gasp at the same moment she became so hot herself she couldn't stand it. She slipped a hand down between her thighs quickly and slid a finger into her dripping vaginal orifice. She began frigging herself frantically in time to the in-and-out movement of her constricted mouth upon Tom's hard meat.
"Oh, Jesus!" Tom groaned. His hips jerked forward, and his spurting erection hurt Joan's sucking mouth from the force with which he shoved it at her. Hot spurts of fluid jetted deep into her throat, and Joan gargled and swallowed desperately as she was filled nearly to choking with Tom's sperm. She forced the warm liquid down her throat as quickly as she could as it refilled her mouth with her cheeks feeling as though they would burst.
Tom sagged forward against her as she drained the last of his come, and he happened to look downward to where Joan's hand was between her wide open legs, frantically trying to finger-fuck herself to a climax. He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it away as her finger emerged from her wet pussy-lips with a noisy sucking sound. "The hell with that!" he said loudly. "I'll let you know when you're supposed to come!"
Red in the face from shame at having been caught fingering herself, Joan was still aflame with the latent volcano between her legs. The inner walls of her cunt were grabbing frantically at each other in place of the desired prick that wasn't there. "Oh, please!" Joan moaned, all reservation gone. "Put your finger in! Please put it in!"
"Nothing doing," he said flatly. "That's mine, and I'll take care of it when I'm ready."
Joan rubbed her vagina back and forth on the bedcover, trying to set up a counter-irritant to the heat in her loins. She couldn't ever remember being so hot. And the big thick prick which could have brought surcease to her aching cunt was now limply deflated. Joan leaned forward and feverishly attempted to lip the shriveled penis back into her mouth. Tom pulled away from her, and a thin stream of come trailed from her lips. She reached for his thighs to try to hold him in place but he slapped her hands away.
"I'll bring it back up for you!" she promised eagerly. "I'll bring it right back up!"
"When are you going to get it through your empty blonde head that we do what I want and not what you want!" he growled at her.
Joan thought she was going to cry from frustration. The wet-looking, dangling cock between Tom's damp thighs was no good to her twitchingly febrile twat. Surreptitiously she tried again to create enough friction by rubbing her pussy-lips on the rough bedcover to allay her burning itch, but Tom realized suddenly what she was doing. He pushed her onto her side, and Joan sobbed aloud.
"You're the hottest damn cunt I've seen in years!" Tom exclaimed. There was a wondering note in his voice. "And here you look like you're still in diapers with that sweet, innocent face!" He stared down at her sprawled nudity, lushly-curved flesh abundantly displayed. "Tell you what I'll do," he said in a milder tone. "You can see I can't fuck you now, so tell me what you want me to do to your cunt and I'll do it."
Joan raised her head hopefully. "Oh, God, please do!" She was shivering. "I'm going crazy! Please do it to me!"
"Do what?" he demanded inexorably. "I'll give you a choice. Do you want to be frigged or sucked?"
Joan stared up into his face miserably while she tried to force the word from her dry throat. "S-sucked," she whispered finally.
"Louder," Tom demanded.
"Sucked!" Joan declared desperately. Her face was scarlet.
"That's better," he grunted. "Roll onto your back."
She did so at once, her hips plunging deeply into the bed's softness as her legs widened and her gaping vulva pointed directly at him. She still couldn't believe she had humiliated herself to the point of asking for such an indecency to be performed upon her, but the fire in her flesh was a cruel taskmaster. How could she ever face herself tomorrow when this madness over? Tears of embarrassment, confusion, and desire flowed down her cheeks.
Tom knelt in front of her and she glanced wishfully at his prick but it was still shriveled. He picked up her foot and before she realized what he was doing he pressed a warm kiss upon her arch. A ripple of sensation ran up her leg; she had never had her foot kissed before. Then she felt his tongue licking its way from her arch up to her calf. The tongue flicked wetly at her knee and then at her thigh, and Joan's legs jerked. Harry had never offered to kiss her pussy, so she didn't really know what to expect from a man although girl friends in college had tongued her cunt expertly.
Tom slowly worked his mouth around to her inner thighs, and Joan's fever and anticipatory excitement increased. She reached for his head to pull him down tightly to the pink, open lips of her yearning slit, but he pushed her hands away. He proceeded at his own pace until Joan felt his breath warmly upon her flower-like crevice, a luxuriously voluptuous sensation.
Tom raised his head and looked at Joan staring down between her breasts at himself crouched between her parted legs. "Ready to be eaten?" he grinned at her. "Tell me."
"Yes," she said clearly. "Eat me. Eat me!"
Her whole body began to .vibrate involuntarily as he lowered his head again and parted the fleece-lined cunt-lips with his fingers as he darted his hot tongue at the burning, puffy bud of her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!' she groaned, thrusting the platform of her cunt upward into his face eagerly. Tom flicked her with his tongue again, rotating it this time on her most sensitive area. Joan's mind reeled with pleasurable sensuality. His tongue was so hard! She never remembered a girl who could stir her to this pitch of excitement. Her breath was coming in quick gasps. She felt a tremendous urge to come, but seemed hung on the brink.
The hard tongue slid from Joan's clitoris down her damp, lightly-bearded furrow to the yawning gap of her quivering cunt. The tongue surged into her channel and probed its wet walls. "Oooooooh!" Joan whimpered. "Harder!"
The tongue continued to lick at her, pushing deeply into her wet-walled interior while Tom's hands slid beneath her and clutched at the cheeks of her behind. Joan's whole body felt damp with perspiration as the finger of one hand moved deeply into the rupture between her hind cheeks and traced the perspiration-dampened course from pink gash to brown anus. She wriggled uneasily as the finger glided from the milky flesh of her round bottom-globes to the tight little ring of her ass-hole. She flinched as the finger probed and then jabbed at her rubbery buttonhole. "You've got the wrong place!" she whispered.
He raised his face from her juicy cunt to reply. "Don't tell me I've got the wrong place!" he snapped, and jabbed at her shrinking flesh with his finger again.
"Don't stop!" she begged as his mouth failed to return to her languishing pussy. "Eat it some more." Her eyes caught sight of a resurgence of his erection jutting forth from his lower belly. "Ooooooh, look at that!" She splayed her thighs even more widely and thrust up her pouting pink gash to receive the hard rod of flesh for which it longed.
Instead, Tom's finger toyed for another moment with her anus, forcing its way in to the first joint several times as Joan worried her lower lip with her teeth. It hurt, and she wished he would drop it and get on with satisfying her lubricated cunt. "Turn over," Tom said suddenly.
Joan remained motionless for an instant. What was he going to do? With Harry she had never had sex except in the male superior position. A married girl friend had told her of the pleasure to be obtained from doing it dog-fashion, but Harry hadn't been inclined to experiment.
Tom pinched her right buttock, a hard, twisting pinch, and Joan flopped over onto her stomach with tears in her eyes. "The sooner you get to understand you're to do as you're told the better," he informed her grimly. "Spread your legs."
She did so fearfully, and Tom's hard hands massaged the fleshy globes of her sweat-damp, yielding buttocks. His thumbs spread her hind cheeks so widely she felt that everything deep within her cleft was exposed, including the dainty elasticized brown ring of her anus. Joan clinched her sphincter muscles tightly. Surely he didn't intend to--?
The next instant she felt his lips kissing her bare behind and his tongue slithering to her virgin anus and licking at it. "Oooooh!" she cried as a new wave of pleasure enveloped her. Her crotch and thigh juncture felt so juicy she was sure she was getting the bed wet. But then her voice trailed off uncertainly as the hard finger returned to the dark cavern between her croup-cushions and probed at her anal opening.
Joan clenched her buttock muscles as tightly as she could, fighting the intruder. "Please, no!" she exclaimed warily. "Please! You're-oww!-you're hurting-me!"
"Relax, bitch!" he snarled at her as he pushed his finger into her tiny opening to the first knuckle. He watched with delight Joan's squirming behind as he pushed still harder into her hard-resisting core. Her knees were clawing frantically at the bed and she wailed aloud as the finger pierced her. With a final thrust Tom inserted his finger all the way until his palm pressed flat against the plump, wriggling cheeks of Joan's backside.
"Oww! Owww! Ohhhhh! It-hurts! Oooooh! Please-stop!" she gasped, hardly able to get her breath through the exquisite pain lancing her whole buttock area.
"Quiet, sweetie," Tom said calmly. "Wait till you feel my prick in there."
Joan thought she would faint. Buggering, she had heard it called, but the thought that it might happen to her was an impossibility the mind boggled at conceiving. She began to struggle in earnest. If this brute was serious, he might injure her. She might even have to go to the hospital. That huge prick thrust into her tiny, tight little ass-hole ... it was a manifest inaccessibility.
But he began to rotate his finger deep inside her anus to loosen the passage. There was a cruel grin on his face as he felt the soft, buttery smoothness inside her rectum as he skewered her. Joan, writhing under his ruthless penetration of her, thought her whole bottom was afire. It seemed as though she was going to be torn open. A second later she shrieked as she thought his finger had suddenly grown larger only to realize that he had urged a second finger in alongside the first in her quivering flesh.
Joan was sobbing openly, blubbering like a spanked child. The piercing pain tore at her interior like a fiery dart. Rage mingled with her pain, rage that she was unable to prevent this exploitation of her flesh, but then the pain became so intensified that it drove everything else out of her mind. "Oww! Ohhhh! No! No! Owww! Oh, dear God, please stop!" she pleaded helplessly.
For an instant she thought she had touched his cruel heart. The fingers pulled out of her aching rectum with a loud popping sound. "Oh, thank God, thank God!" Joan moaned, then heard her own voice soar almost to a scream as she felt Tom lowering his weight upon her back and his long, thick cock gliding up the damp crevice of her buttocks to her aching ass-hole. "No!" she wailed. "No! No! No!"
"You're going to love this," Tom told her confidently. "It'll only hurt for a few seconds."
Joan's eyes bulged in terror as she flinched from the great prong digging at her shrinking, puckered anus. Tom worked his way forward slightly on her perspiring back and pushed against the sphincter muscle with which Joan fought to keep him outside. But the previous finger-penetration had left the muscle tired and sore. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Joan screeched as she felt the red-crowned head of the big prick lunge its way into her agonized rectum. She thought she was being split in two.
Above her Tom grunted noisily as he thrust with his hips to force his prick into her straining rectum in quarter-inch increments. The pressure on the head of his fleshy rod was driving him half out of his mind with pleasure. He gained more ground with short lunges that buried him more deeply between her hind cheeks.
Joan pounded on the bed with the flat of her hands as the fiery dagger forced its way farther and farther inside. She seemed to have no voice left. It hurts so, it hurts so, it hurts so, her brain screamed tiredly over and over again. Her entire body ached with the effort-the unavailing effort-of repelling the ravaging prick in her distended anus.
And then there was a pause...
Joan raised her head inquiringly. Tom hadn't pulled out of her rectum, she knew; she still felt stuffed beyond belief back there. But the pain? It was gone, exactly, but it seemed to have moved to the background while a strangely half-expectant, anticipatory-breathless sensation took over.
Then Tom began to move upon her, sliding his big prick for inches in and out of her loosened passage. She was actually being fucked in the ass-hole, she thought wonderingly. The impossible was actually taking place. The big cock massaged hidden areas of virgin flesh in an almost snuggling manner. She felt the palpation of her buttock cheeks under the weight of Tom's body at each thrust he made into her rectum. A hot coal suddenly ignited in Joan's straining cunt. Was she losing her mind? She was beginning to enjoy this ass-poking!
Tom fucked her expanding flesh steadily, and Joan raised her hips tentatively. She was at once flattened on her belly again by Tom's next surge which seemed to penetrate even more thoroughly. Joan thrust her bottom upward again, meeting his next lunge. "Oooh!" she grunted as the big prick smacked into her rear. It was half-painful, half-stimulating. "Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she murmured steadily as Tom's ass-fucking of her continued.
Tom's body dripped sweat upon her own lathered flesh as they both worked harder. Joan couldn't understand herself. She was being used as she had thought only animals were used, and she was enjoying it. The prick in her anus was now moving in and out almost freely. The friction so stimulated her already aroused cunt that incredibly she felt on the verge of coming.
Tom's movements began to quicken and she sensed that the tight constriction afforded his cock by her ass-hole was taking its toll. His weight pounded her as he plunged frenziedly in and out of her now-lubricated rectum. Joan heard herself squealing in mingled pain and pleasure as his frantic efforts pierced new depths. He jerked spastically upon her back as hot sperm burst from his prick, rocketing into her pierced rectum. "Ahhhhhhhh!" he yelled in her ear as he came in throbbing bursts.
The thick semen felt soothing to Joan's lacerated flesh. For an instant she felt she was standing on tiptoe, and then she was flinging her hips upward onto the prick still impaling her rear while she ground her pelvis lasciviously against the bed. Lightning bolts coursed through her flesh as she writhed furiously. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she cried out as her convulsions wrenched her. "There it-is!" Humping her middle up and down, she came with a blinding force that threatened to leave her senseless. She had never known such a climax.
She fell forward on the bed with a moan, exhausted. With the cessation of tactile sensibility caused by her tremendous sexual arousal, the pain in her rectum returned. Not nearly like before, but it was definitely sore. Tom's prick, still not fully subdued, remained inside her. She whimpered when he started to withdraw despite his sperm-lubricating deluge of her interior. Her sore anus was still terribly tight.
With a yank Tom pulled his deflating penis from her rectum with a whooshing sound. "Ouch!" Joan said clearly, rolling onto her side when freed from Tom's weight. She extended a hand behind her to tenderly explore her ravaged ass-hole. It felt wet and slippery to her examining finger, and very, very tender.
Tom was standing beside the bed, grinning at her. "I hope you're satisfied!" she said resentfully. "Doing something like that to me!" Hot color flooded her cheeks at the thought of the indignities heaped upon her.
"For now," he said calmly.
"For now?" she echoed, then sat up on the bed in alarm, wincing at the stress her weight placed on her sore rear end. "You don't mean--? "
"I mean we'll probably be doing something different the next time," he said coolly.
Joan sat silently for a moment, digesting his implication. She certainly couldn't cross this man until she had a chance to talk to Harry. And if Harry should confirm that he had actually succumbed to temptation and dipped into trust funds ... well, to still Tom's tongue it looked as though Joan Welby couldn't easily say no to anything her husband's best friend demanded.
The train of thought reminded her of something. "You said earlier, Tom," she began, then hesitated.
"Yes?" he answered.
"You didn't mean it before when you said that Alice knew all about this, did you? And that you'd-you'd tell her about what-" a rush of color surged upward from Joan's breasts to her features "-what you did to me?"
Tom Carter laughed heartily. "Let me tell you what I have in mind for you and Alice, sweetie. I'm going to have you both bare-ass in the same bed and fuck you one after the other." Joan's eyes widened and her breathing nearly stopped. "And Harry will be standing right there to watch it."
"Oh?" Joan exclaimed. "What a terrible thing to say!"
"You'll love it," Tom predicted breezily. "And any resentment Harry has, he can take out of Alice's ass." His grin was sardonic. "She won't mind a bit."
"You're the-the crudest-" Words failed Joan as she struggled for composure. Did this man actually mean what he was saying? With a sinking heart she realized that based upon his attitude and actions with her he undoubtedly meant every word of it. What on earth was she going to do?
"How's your ass-hole?" Tom inquired. Joan blushed at the vulgarity. "I suppose you think it'll never hold your shit again?" She covered her face with her hands. His effrontery was cosmic. "You'd better take a little milk of magnesia tonight," he went on lightly. "You don't want any big turds for the next couple of days." Behind her hands Joan started to cry again at his deliberate humiliation of her. "I don't know why you women are so touchy about your excretory processes," Tom said irritatedly. "You'll be as good as new in a couple of days, so stop worrying."'
She sat on the bed, sobbing, while he regarded her with a sour smile. "What the hell, you liked it, didn't you?" he demanded. "You blew your load. Admit it." He shook his head in semi-admiring fashion. "You're a hot piece of ass, sweetie. Harry doesn't know what the hell he's missing. But I know, and we'll make a little music together. I'm going to get dressed now and get on home-to my loving wife. No need for you to come downstairs. I'll let you know when we'll get together again."
He strode from the bedroom, still naked except for his socks, a forceful, compelling man whom Joan regarded with fear mixed with a bit of grudging admiration. Certainly no other man had made her experience the heights that Tom Carter had.
Joan remained on the bed until she heard the front door close downstairs.
Then she slid painfully from the bed and went into the bathroom to draw a tub of soothing hot water to ease the aches in her hard-used body.
Tom Carter undressed and tossed his clothes to one side as he reported the night's adventures to Alice who sat propped in almost the same position on the bed as when he had left her. "It was easier than I thought, because she was hornier than I thought," he said with satisfaction. "And I mean I really put it to her."
"Really?" Alice asked curiously.
"Really," Tom said emphatically. "I fucked her cunt, sucked her cunt, and fucked her ass-hole."
Alice's slender legs moved nervously on the bed. "Did you have to use the embezzlement?" she asked.
"I used it for emphasis," he said. "And pretty soon you'll be having Harry plowing in your garden, love. How will you like that?"
The tip of Alice's tongue circled her lips.
"You know I'll like it, but never as well as I like it with you."
It was the truth, and they both knew it. Married for sixteen years, swappers from the first year of their marriage, it was still better for them with each other than with anyone else. Not that that helped the couples who fell into Tom's net. Most of the men found work elsewhere as soon as possible to escape Tom's ruthless exploitation of their wives.
Naked, he sat on the edge of the bed. Alice's eyes went to his limp cock. "It's all red-looking," she said.
"Joan had a really tight ass-hole," he explained.
"I'd love to have seen you doing it to her," Alice said wistfully.
"You will," Tom said confidently. He smiled at his wife. "Just as she'll see me doing it to you."
Once again Alice's pink tongue circled her lips. Tom knew the signs. "Getting hot at the thought, my dear? Getting a picture of me plowing your back garden while Joan and Harry stand there watching?"
"Yes," she whispered, moving her legs restlessly. "Are you-can you do something for me now? I'm-I know I won't be able to sleep otherwise."
"Well, now, I'd say that depends on what you can do for the young man between my legs," Harry said comfortably. "Unless-" He stooped quickly and felt under the bed. "Well, well, well," he continued, holding up a box of chocolates. "What have we here?" He fixed Alice with a stern gaze. "What about that diet you're on?"
"I only had one, honestly," Alice pleaded. "Well, two. I'll go right back on the diet tomorrow, really I will, Tom. Honestly. I'll-"
"Alice," Tom cut into her babbling.
"Y-yes?"
"You know the rule. Get the paddle."
"Oh, please, Tom! Not this late at night! I have to play bridge tomorrow, and I'd never be able to sit! I only had one little piece, or maybe two, and-"
"Get the paddle, Alice. You know perfectly well that going off your diet means a sizzling hot behind for you. Get going."
His tall, black-haired wife slid reluctantly from the bed and walked in her negligee and nightgown to the bureau. She stooped and opened the bottom drawer from which she removed a three-inch wide, lightweight leather paddle. She recrossed the room and handed it to her husband. "Not the paddle, Tom," she pleaded swiftly. "Not for two little chocolates. Just your hand, please? You know how that awful thing burns up my poor bottom."
"I do indeed," he declared with satisfaction. "Get across the bed."
"Oh, God!" Alice Carter lamented, one hand behind her upon the rounded flesh scarcely concealed by her nightwear, but she walked meekly to the bed and knelt down upon it.
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