AN ANIMAL GRAZE
By Carlotta Graham


Foreword

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries,
and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual
considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself.
The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will
be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an
unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual
desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would
logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a
revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers
through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of
saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not
even the most rigid moralist can contest..."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for
that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who
deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to
consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately
will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and
previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that,
in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times
discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it
isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of
pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no
further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now
suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how
contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Fields, farmhouses, fields and more fields was all Jenny Fields could see as she sat at the
top of the highest rise around under a giant elm tree, her arms wrapped around her
knees, her German shepherd panting by her side. Landlocked, she thought, as stranded
as if she were on a small sand island in the middle of an ocean, so dim were the
possibilities of rescue that she felt in her unhappy heart.
It was autumn, a sad time anyway, even for the happiest of people, leaves falling all
around and a chilled wind foreshadowing the cold, snowbound winter to come. In
winter it would be even worse. She would be confined to the house. At least in spring
and summer she had been able to exhaust herself walking and running, ridding herself
of the gnawing anxiety that had been a part of her since she had made the terrible
mistake of marrying John Fields.
It wasn't that John wasn't a good man. He was. Good and kind. But he , wasn't Sam.
No, Sam was dead. Dead, she told herself, dead as the yellow leaves falling and drying
all around her. Dead, and she must forget him forever. But how could she forget? She
had loved him so much. And though they had only had three months together before
he was taken away from her in that horrible automobile crash, still Jenny lived more in
the memory of those three months than she did in the rest of her twenty-four years.
She thought about him constantly, about the way they had kissed, touched each other,
made love, healthy as two young animals, and just as free.
She had been only nineteen then, nineteen, and when he died she swore that life was
over for her. She would never love anyone else. She had refused all advances from other
men, and men had flocked to the beautiful, long-legged brunette. After a while,
loneliness led her to give in, to go with them... but then there would be the inevitable
progression of things... they would want to kiss her, to hold her, and it was only natural
for them to want that, but sex was something that Jenny could not give them. She could
think only of Sam at those moments, and her tears would repel the many men who
tried to love her.
Until John Fields. He was an older man, nearly forty, old enough, they both remarked,
to be her father. And he had been understanding as a father, had not demanded
anything of her sexually, and out of loneliness again and despair about her future, she
had deluded herself enough to believe that he would never demand anything of her,
and that she could marry him, as he begged her to, marry him and be protected by him
and live as happily as was possible for her, ever after...
But of course, life was not a fairy tale, Jenny reminded herself as hot tears coursed
down her finely-molded facial features until she tasted their saltiness on her lush, full
lips. What was most painful and confusing was that lately her own body had begun to
betray her. She had thought that she would never feel desire again, would never feel the
hot stirrings of sexual lust which Sam had been able to produce in her with a touch.
But she was feeling desire, vague, unfocused desire, and that made her unhappiness and
restlessness increasingly difficult to bear.
She glanced down at her body, at the symmetry of her long, rounded legs, her breasts
high and firm... she could feel her nipples pressing against the soft wool of her plaid
shirt... her flat tummy, her firm, round buttocks... and she could not help remembering
how much pleasure she had been able to feel, how much pleasure this same body had
given her. But with Sam! Sam!
Try as she might, and did, she could not bring herself to think of John Fields as
anything but a father. It was not that he looked old. In fact, he had been careful to keep
his body solid and in fine trim. And though he was not as demanding as a younger
man might have been, still, he was far from finished as a man... as he reminded her,
men never lose their drive completely... arid he did have his rights to her as her
husband.
And lately, he had been losing patience with her. At first, she had even let him come to
her, mount her for a maddening, quick union. He just wanted to use her long enough
to work himself to orgasm. And because these attacks – and she began to view them as
attacks – were so brief, she could endure them. But lately he had wanted to do more, to
do things to her which she and Sam had never done, things which seemed disgusting to
her, unnatural, so that lately she had begun to view John Fields as some kind of
depraved beast, some grotesque animal instead of the mild, kind real estate salesman
she had married.
Real estate, she had thought that was his one and only passion. As he kept telling her,
this farmland was going to be a suburb of tract homes in the not-too-distant future. Fast
public transportation to Chicago would make it possible for it to be a commuters'
suburb, the place would be bustling someday... but someday, Jenny thought, was so far
in the future she couldn't see it. All she could see was fields, farmhouses, fields and
more fields.
She sighed and rose and walked back towards their comfortable little farmhouse. John's
car was gone from the drive, he would have left for work by now, it was safe to go back.
She could not stand the way he was looking at her lately... the way he had looked at her
last night when he had come to bed, had let his eyes roam over her nearly naked
contours, the smoothness of her high-set breasts, the delicious curves of her hips
disappearing into her tiny wisp of a waist. His eyes had flicked lower to the enticingly
rounded, ivory-sheened lips that led to the sweep of her thighs and he had seen clearly
the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly through the softness of her pubic
hair.
She had glanced up in alarm at the strange way he was looking at her, and she knew
she was in for a fight. She tried to pull the covers around her legs, but she was too late,
he had knelt between her legs then, his palms clamping against the soft insides of her
thighs as she gasped and struggled in an attempt to free herself.
"I-I'm reading, John... it's late, anyway," she had said, knowing her protests would do
no good.
"It's only ten o'clock," he had said. "And you read too much. Put that book down,
honey, and face life." She could see him haunch down then, on his knees between her
wide-spread thighs, and his kind smile became a lecherous, horrible grin in her eyes as
he looked up at her through the deep valley of her proud upstanding breasts. He looked
like a depraved madman. The pink moist flesh of her exposed cunt was presented up to
his leering face like a sacrifice. She lay back on the bed wondering if he really expected
her to enjoy this ordeal, hoping he would not want to do this horrible thing to her for a
long time, prepared to endure it until he had had enough.
She watched in horror as his tongue slowly circled his lips in eager anticipation of the
ravishment about to take place. He moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy
flanges of her cunt. Then, with a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement, he
slowly drew apart the hair-lined lips of her pussy and pressed his mouth against her, his
long, slippery tongue darting snake-like into the frightened depths of her belly. Her
stomach tightened in a convulsive reaction of revulsion... why did he want to do this to
her? Why didn't he just do it with his penis and get it , over with?... and then he had
begun to suck and nibble wildly at her clitoris which Sam used to touch so gently.
"Oh, no! No!" she had groaned suddenly. "Oh, please, no, John, please stop!" she had
begged watching in horror as his head bobbed with the effort of his assault. She had
whimpered with hopelessness and threw back her head on the pillow, her hands
clutching at his face and hair trying to pull him away from her. But he had only pressed
his face in tighter against her squirming cunt as the wet sucking noises filled her
horrified ears. He had reached up and placed both hands on her heaving, hard-nippled
breasts, his wide shoulders and upper arms prying her legs even further apart. As his
mouth and tongue worked in bestial subjugation at the lusciousness of her humiliated,
widely spread vagina, his eyes remained open wide, hoping to see something besides
terror in her grotesquely contorted face.
Finally she had been able to stand it no longer. "Stop it!" she had screamed. "Stop it,
you ignorant savage!"
But her words had only served to infuriate him and a crazed glassy look filled his eyes
and he only renewed his obscene attack with added fervor. "Damn it, I'll make you like
it," he growled at her, sucking and slobbering pantingly at her wet cunt hole, burying
his flicking tongue to its roots until she realized that she was powerless to fight it even
though she felt complete and total revulsion at the vile actions he had been subjecting
her to tonight, and on other nights, she was powerless, hopeless and there was nothing
she could do but bear it, bear it, though she could hardly stand it and the tears of
humiliation and frustration at her helpless situation had begun to flow, and then a
horrible thing had happened... a feeling like a burning fire had begun to replace her
sense of wounded dignity, and something like a thrill began to build in her very soul
and involuntarily her legs had splayed themselves wider and wider to give him greater
access to her suddenly throbbing cunt, and she didn't know what was happening to her,
it was as if demons were taking over control of her, and she began to feel utterly,
completely wanton and out of control and she heard herself... could it possibly be her
voice... calling out to him, begging him to go and never stop...
"Oooohhh, yesssss! Oh, please!" she had wailed, her mind suddenly lost in a flood of
strange, ecstatic feeling as every muscle in her body tensed as she strained her hips
upwards towards the sensuous probe between her legs. Her updrawn thighs opened and
closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her steaming cunt
and she kicked her heels against his back, spurring him on to suck harder, harder, until
there came a rushing in her ears, a great resounding and echoing torrent of sound. The
cords of her long graceful neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the
tangled hair of his head.
"Oh, God, oh eat me! Oh, what's happening?! Oh, eat me!" she pleaded, unable to
believe that she was really saying these things at the same time that a sweet flow of
emotion and sensual abandonment was nearing its crest, and then she looked down,
down at the face of the man between her legs, the face of a stranger, not Sam, a
stranger with a lascivious, ugly grin twisting his lips, and as suddenly as it had started,
her writhing excited body switched off as though someone had pushed a button at the
center of her senses, and she was swamped with a feeling of disgust, and she groaned in
anguish at the sight of her own husband kneeling with his face buried between her legs
like some raw primitive barbarian...
"Oh, stop! Stop!" she sobbed, struggling to loosen his fierce grip on her breasts and
squirm away from him. "Oh, Sam! Sam! Please help me!" she screamed, hardly
knowing what she was saying, but John had heard her call Sam's name, and with a look
of fury on his face that she had never seen before he had stopped his lurid ravishment
of her still throbbing vagina and she had jerked violently away from him and rolled
over to sob, face down, into her pillow.
John had remained for a few moments in his kneeling position... she could sense him
there catching his breath as his penis now rapidly deflated and finally fell against the
smooth sheets of the bed like some wounded creature, and she wished there were
something she could do to comfort him, but there seemed to be nothing she could say
or do that would do any good, and she was relieved when she felt him rise and leave
the room without a word and go, she supposed, to the guest room while she remained
sobbing, unhappy in what was supposed to be their conjugal bed.
Jenny had been sure to rise that morning before him, had prepared his breakfast and
left it there all ready on the table – a pot of coffee plugged in and perked, muffins,
butter, jam... and yet she sensed, as she approached the house, that he wouldn't have
touched any of it, that he would have refused the one wifely offering she was capable of
giving, to punish her, to let her know he was angry and that he would stand for her
frigid behavior no longer.


Chapter 2

What Jenny saw when she returned to the house and shut the screen door behind her
was a note propped up against John's empty coffee cup. Her heart leapt into her throat
and a combination of relief and regret took hold of her as she approached the table
wondering what the note said. Had he left her? Did he want her to leave? She realized
suddenly that she would find it hard to leave this house, this life, this room especially
which John had let her decorate, a golden room with pale yellow walls and yellow
curtains...
But she noticed as she picked up the note that John had, in fact, eaten the breakfast
she'd left for him. Her heart sank. He must not be angry, then, she thought, and she
realized that as much as she had wanted to stay just seconds ago, she wanted to leave
now, escape, run away, never see John Fields, or any man, again.
"Jenny-" the note read. "Thanks for breakfast. You make the best coffee in the world.
I'm sending a boy over today to start with the storm windows. I'll be home at five
thirty. Love John."
Not a word about last night, she mused, feeling herself growing angry at him for not
being angry at her. Almost immediately, however, her irritation change to a feeling of
warmth and genuine gratitude for him. He could be so understanding and kind, she
thought. How could she wish for anyone better?
She bustled around the kitchen, singing to herself in her sunshine-filled room, washing
the dishes, wiping the table, allowing herself to have her habitual fantasy that it was the
kitchen of the house she and Sam would have had together. What harm was there, she
was thinking, in pretending just a little? Surely it was all right to have a few moments
of happiness.
She imagined that she and Sam had woken up that morning together, that he had
tenderly caressed her breasts and gone on to place his hand between her thighs, slowly
massaging against the soft hair of her pubic mound until they were both wildly excited
and ready to scream. When Sam had reached down to take his lovely, enormous prick
in his hand to guide it towards her... into her . .
. oh, how wonderful it had been.
And then he had dressed, eaten breakfast... she was washing his dishes now... and gone
off to the airport to work and she thought of his muscular arms, strong from loading
freight, and how they felt around her, how they would feel around her when he got
home for work that night, or maybe he'd come home early, unable to stay away from
her any longer, he'd come home and surprise her by tapping at the back door...
And she realized, nearly jumping out of her skin, that there was someone tapping at the
back door, and she whirled around to see that a large man, a man big as Sam, was
standing at the back door, and then she remembered that it must be the boy John had
mentioned in his note, come to do chores around the house.
She smoothed her hair, feeling nervous, as if she'd been caught in the middle of a
crime, and opened the back door to a tall, handsome young man standing before her
dressed in jeans and a well-worn cowboy shirt.
"Mrs. Fields?" he asked in a slow husky voice. "I'm Sam Henry. Mr. Fields sent me over
to put up the storm windows." He smiled as he shifted his weight to one foot, waiting
for her to respond, his piercing blue eyes surveying her own brown ones as she tried
frantically to think of something appropriate to reply. But her mouth had suddenly
gone dry. "Mrs. Fields? Are you all right?" he said.
"Yes... yes, Sam, I'm all right," she said, like someone trying to shake themselves loose
of a bad dream. "It... it's just that you look like someone I used to know."
"Oh yeah? Who?" he said. "Maybe I know him."
"No," she said, having gained control of herself again. "No one you'd know. It was
someone I knew a long time ago, and he's dead, actually."
"Oh," he said, then hesitated, not knowing what the say next. "I... I'm sorry..."
"Oh, please forgive me... come in," Jenny said, stepping aside, showing him in. "I was
just about to have some coffee. Join me?"
"Well, thank you, Mrs. Fields. But if you don't mind, I'd like to get at the work and get
it done. I've got to get back to my job at the gas station before too long... I work at
Harry Texaco. I'm only taking this job on as a special favor to Mr. Fields," the young
man said.
"Why, yes, of course," Jenny said. "I understand." She was still trying to shake the
strange feeling that she got being around him. She could sense the power in his body
and a small tingle of excitement coursed through her as his clean male scent filled the
small kitchen and assailed her nostrils. "I'll show you where to find what you'll need,"
she said.
Soon he was at work the screens from the windows and doors of her house. At first
Jenny told herself that she really had planned to rake leaves that day, but after a while
she admitted to herself that she was working outside so as to be able to watch the
handsome, tall young man as he worked, and she became aware that she was actually
imagining what he looked like without his clothes on... she could almost see his heavily
muscled body, its exquisite swelling lines, his long legs tapering from thick, well-defined
cords of muscle on the fronts of his thighs to the hairy rounded calves and slim ankles.
She imagined what lay beneath his pants as well, dormant between his legs, an
enormously long, thick penis and heavy testicles. She involuntarily shivered at the
unbelievable sight before her, the beauty and virility of his strong young body affecting
her senses like an aphrodisiac.
She found herself wishing that she had the courage somehow to ask him to take his
clothes off... it would be so simple to just invite him into her house, to undo the buckle
of his belt, unzip his fly, pull his pants down to expose the pendulous bagging crotch of
his shorts, and then pulling his shorts down to reveal his dark pubic hair, his thick,
heavy penis, his intricately-veined balls which she could almost feel cupped in her soft
hand.
She noticed that she had walked over to him, and it sounded like someone else's voice
when she spoke.
"Excuse me," she said, standing at the foot of the ladder on which he stood, "I was
wondering..." she went on, not knowing what she intended to say next.
"Ma'am?" he said, looking down at her, his blue eyes intense and burning, she felt,
right through her.
"I was wondering... if you wanted me to put the dog inside," she said. "I... I mean, I
didn't know if his barking disturbed you." Her German shepherd had started to bark
when the young man got the ladder out. "For some reason," she explained, "ladders just
drive him crazy."
"No," Sam said. "I understand. I've got a dog myself. You never know what'll spook
them. It doesn't bother me. The sound of a dog barking is a good sound." She could
hardly hear him above the barking of the dog, but she liked the way he spoke, the look
on his face, and she could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost violently in
passionate answer to the sight of his strong young body. Her throbbing vaginal slit was
moist under the thin flimsy silkiness of her panties and her nipples had grown pebble
hard and burned against the now abrasive inner material of her soft wool shirt as her
full white breasts heaved higher and swelled with the torment of her excitement.
She struggled against the almost overpowering desire to reach down into her pants to
rub the fleshy burning ridges of her cunt to even greater arousal. This was it, the kind
of honest lust that she remembered herself capable of with Sam... her own Sam, who
had he been there she would certainly have felt free to tell that she wanted him, to have
him inside her so that they could both enjoy each other to the fullest sexual advantage.
But this was not her Sam, and it would be wrong to tell this stranger that he made her
breasts and cunt cry for his touch... it would be wrong... wouldn't it?
"Mrs. Fields, you okay?" Sam's voice broke in, shocking Jenny back to the reality of the
moment.
"Oh, yes... I-I'm fine," Jenny said, flustered by his simple questioning look which in her
consternation she feared might be sufficiently penetrating to discover what she had
really been thinking.
"I'm going in the house now to finish up my chores," she said. "Call me if you need
anything." And she turned and went into the house, chiding herself for having been
distracted. She was a grown, married woman... what was she doing having these lewd
fantasies, living in the past with the memory of a dead man. She would drive herself
crazy with such fantasies, she thought, if she didn't watch out.
She took off her cable knit sweater, her gardening gloves, her red bandana and lay them
on the table, then returned to washing the dishes at the sink. But it was no coincidence
that she chose to do the dishes at that time.
The tall young man had placed the ladder over the window and from where she stood
she could look out the window and up, and without his knowing it, stare freely at the
enormous bulge at the crotch of his faded blue jeans.


Chapter 3

Jenny fed the dog, finished the dishes, put a load in the washing machine. But her eyes
returned to the muscular, jeans-clad figure at the window. He looked so much like Sam,
it was remarkable, and having him so close started feelings stirring within her that she
didn't know she was still capable of feeling. She had to do something to relieve herself,
or else she'd go crazy. She was almost ready to walk outside again and just ask him
point blank if he'd come into the house, take off his clothes and make love to her right
there on the kitchen floor.
Instead, she headed back to her bedroom, telling herself that she was going there to
make the bed, but knowing full well what she intended. She was going to do something
not even Sam had known that she did... and certainly not John. She unzipped her jeans
and pulled them over her voluptuous, rounded hips, over the round swells of her
buttocks and let them fall around her ankles. She stepped out of them, at the same time
peeling off her yellow nylon bikini underpants.
Then she lay down on the bed on her back. With one hand she sought out the hardness
of her rose-red nipple under her shirt, rolling it between her fingers until she felt a
familiar tingling in the pit of her belly. Her other hand traced a gentle path down the
center of her belly, circled her navel lightly, felt the soft skin of her stomach, then the
springy softness of her brown pubic hair. Slowly, slowly, she let her fingers glide softly
over the flesh of her pussy down below, and she surprised herself that it was not her
Sam she was thinking about, but the Sam who was right now just outside somewhere
working on her house.
With her index finger she dipped down into the slippery pink moistness of her cunt,
enjoying the pleasurable sensation of her touch, and also enjoying the way it felt to the
probing finger imagining that this was what a man must feel. Suddenly she felt the
startling sensation of a tongue licking her toes, and her eyes flew open to see that her
German shepherd was at the foot of the bed, solemnly watching her every move.
"Jake, you devil, stop that!" she said in a whisper. The dog immediately left her feet, but
instead of going away he nuzzled his muzzle further onto the bed to pry between the
smoothness of her rounded thighs still licking and nosing, enticed by the strange,
alluring female smells she was giving off. He pushed his massive head still further into
her crotch, his long red tongue still slithering in and out of his drooling mouth as it
probed and lapped at the enticing female odor rising from her vagina. She shivered and
chilled from the unexpected stimulation of the dog's hot wet tongue and the warm blast
of breath against the sensitive, aroused area.
"Cut that out!" she hissed again, her tone not entirely convincing. The dog paid no
attention and renewed his effort to reach the source of the wonderful scent that was
exciting him. With a powerful downward push, he succeeded in opening Jenny's tightly
clenched thighs with his nose and ran his tongue wetly the full length of the narrow
pink slit that came into view. Her clitoris came suddenly alive and throbbed as the hairy
dog's long moist tongue flicked hotly over the sensitive bud. She found herself
responding, her hips digging back at the dog, quivering of their own volition until it
fully dawned on her what she was allowing.
"Back, Jake, back!" she snapped, meaning it now, pushing his face away with both
hands. The huge brute moved aside reluctantly, only to inch his paws still further onto
the bed, his hind quarters beginning an obscene humping motion against the foot of
the bed. Looking down, Jenny was aghast yet fascinated as his glistening, scarlet penis
slipped out from its hairy sheath, dripping; the tapered point jabbed and danced as he
tried furiously to bury it into the softness of the mattress. The hot scarlet of his jabbing
penis contrasted startlingly with the light, muted color of the bedspread, and Jenny
meanwhile cursed herself for the spasms of erotic pleasure that made her loins quiver as
she wondered what it would be like to have the dog's lewd-looking organ sunk up
between her open thighs. The very thought of it was perverted, disgusting, and she rose
to her feet, taking the mountainous German shepherd by the collar, leading him out the
hallway and holding him back while with the other hand she reached behind her and
shut the bedroom door, locking the animal out in the hall.
The dog began barking furiously, and at first Jenny thought it was because he wanted to
get back into the bedroom. But when, after long minutes, the dog continued to bark,
Jenny remembered the handyman. Perhaps he was at the door, perhaps he was in the
house... maybe he had even seen the lewd performance which had just taken place
through the then-open door of her bedroom!
Quickly she found her jeans, and without bothering with her underpants, slipped them
on. Her face was flushed as she checked her hair in the mirror, and she blushed ten
shades deeper when, in the glass she could see the reflection of the window behind her.
She wheeled and noticed that just outside the window, outlined against the sky, the
workman's ladder leaned against the house.
Had he just put the ladder there, or had he actually climbed it, looked in the window,
seen everything? The thought horrified her... but at the same time the possibility caused
her loins to stir unwillingly.
Without stopping to think, the lovely brunette opened the door to her room, walked
quickly down the hallway to the back door where the tall young man stood waiting.
"Mrs. Fields?" he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but is it too late to have that cup
of coffee now?"
"Why, no. Not at all," she said, stepping aside, letting him pass, watching his handsome
face for any signs that he had seen what she had been doing in the bedroom. She
thought she could detect an almost amused glint in his blue eyes, but if she could, he
didn't do or say anything to reinforce this impression.
"It's colder than you'd think out there today," he said, rubbing his big, strong hands
together. "A cup of coffee would sure warm me up."
She saw that his eyes sparkled with animal brightness as she set the coffee in front of
him, asking him if he wanted milk or sugar, but thinking all the time that she wished
he would strip off his clothes so she could see his beautiful body naked. She wondered
fleetingly if his pubic hair would be black and rich and curly like the hair on his head.
She wanted so to see the long, heavy thickness of the huge young cock hanging limply
between his powerful thighs, his testicles sagging down almost as far as the thickly
tapering tip of his beautiful penis... she wondered if it were circumcised or
uncircumcised... she could not take her mind off the thought of his genitalia, so close
here, and yet so untouchable... how could she bridge the gap between them?
She sipped at her coffee and watched while he silently sipped, gulped, finished his own.
Without thinking she dropped her gaze to his lap, imagining that she could see his
penis stirring inside his pants, growing to half-erectness... she wished it would rise
majestically like a cobra from his pants, and when she looked back up at his face, she
became aware all at once that he had been watching her just now, watching her eyes
hungrily gazing at his crotch, and she saw that he was staring at her as a full-grown
man stares at a woman who excites his natural lust to boldness.
She felt herself growing red and embarrassed, and was relieved when he finally spoke.
"You know, Mrs. Fields, you're a real beautiful woman," he said. "You must get awfully
lonely, a young woman like you, all alone in this house all day long." His eyes were
feasting on Jenny's slender form, brazenly resting on her high plush bosom and then
wandering down to take in her belly, her thighs, her crotch.
She was visibly trembling now and felt the delicious return of erotic sensations rippling
through every nerve in her body. It would be useless to pretend or deny what she felt,
not unless she was able to magically short-circuit the sexual currents of feeling that had
begun to leap between their bodies, feelings which she thought she would never feel for
any man again.
Her gaze fell once again to the bulge between his legs and then ran over the rest of his
sublime, strong young body, coming to rest on his face and the tiny blue eyes
smoldering with obvious passion.
His eyes searched her face, as if looking for a sign from her before he felt free to make a
move. His eyes scanned her legs hungrily, making her shiver and feel as though her
clothing were transparent and she could feel his cock jerk slightly in the tight confines
of his jeans.
Without stopping to think, she let her hand reach out to touch him... she let her hand
fall on his shoulder, a small gesture, but all the encouragement he needed. He took her
hand and drew her over to him until she sat on his strong, muscular thigh. He drank in
her closeness, ignoring the surprised, guilty expression on her face as his gaze roved
over every soft contour of her ripe female form. Then his hands were on her hips, he
pulled her further onto his lap and brought her face to his while he planted several
rapid kisses on her cheeks, her nose, and then, her mouth.
Jenny released a little cry of shock as he flicked out his hot tongue into her mouth...
this was wrong, she knew it, yet her senses were suddenly drunk with desire for this
hard-muscled young stallion, for his solid young limbs. His own masculine desire for
her was aroused even more so that she ceased squirming and actually returned his kiss
at the same time agitating her buttocks and hips with suggestive, seductive motion.
"I couldn't help seeing you in the window, Mrs. Fields," he whispered hotly into her
ear, his hands now shamelessly clutching her firm rounded buttocks, squeezing and
releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot more than his
words. "I saw everything... everything," he went on, "and it seemed like a shame and a
waste, Ma'am..."
More and more the crazy passion that had been building in her all morning and
perhaps... for years... was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him
desperately and was willing to subjugate herself if necessary to achieve her goal.
"Sam," she said, forcing her voice to calmness, "I know this sounds strange, but I feel
like I've been waiting for you... waiting for you for a long time... so it's not as sudden as
it seems, my wanting you like this... please, Sam... please try to understand... I haven't
become a slut... really Sam..." she said, not even knowing what she was saying, rising as
if in a dream and leading him toward the back of the house down the hallway to her
and John's bedroom.
When she saw the unmade bed... a bed in which only last night she and John had had
that horrible scene, her courage left her and the full realization of what she was about
to do hit her all at once. She heard herself searching for any excuse she could think of
to avoid what she knew was about to take place.
But it was too late. Sam grabbed her up in his brawny arms and crushed her to him,
kissing her first on the mouth and then on her neck with passionate, manly fervor. Her
loins were growing warm and she wavered in his embrace as though she was about to
lose her balance. He guided her backwards to the bed while she struggled weakly and
then all resistance ceased. He pushed her back further until the edge of the mattress
caught her behind the knees and jackknifed her legs, and she fell, arms and legs askew,
looking glassy-eyed straight up at the ceiling.
With deft fingers, he quickly unfastened her jeans and pulled them down over her hips
until the soft brown curls of her pubic hair came into view.
"What's happening to me?" she moaned incoherently, wishing she had the strength to
stop what she knew she really wanted all along. Her body refused to move away from
him. She could see him standing beside the bed now, an eager, aroused grin on his
handsome face as quickly, he unsnapped his pearl-buttoned shirt, unbuckled his belt
and kicked off his pants.
It was strange... one part of her mind was fully aware of the compromising
circumstances... that this was a hired man, a stranger and she was wantonly seducing
him. Yet, on the other hand, she felt as if she had known him forever... in her confused,
bereaved mind he was the man she had loved once and lost.
Her breath sucked in sharply as she beheld the magnificent organ protruding from his
dark mat of pubic hair, his bloated balls hanging in a heavy, hairy, beautifully veined
sac. He bent down over her prostrate form, his hands working to divest her of her
clothing and his fingers fumbled at the buttons of her shirt in their eagerness to see the
lovely soft breasts beneath. She helped him with the buttons, then lay back motionless
while he tugged her pants away from her ankles and threw them to the floor. Her
thighs opened wide, her breath coming so fast that she thought her lungs would burst.
Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had the long thick cock extending
out from his virile loins sunk deep inside her.
Sam moved down along her side, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her
swollen left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden
sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her
firmly. His questing lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a
blissful twitch that descended feather-like to her loins below. Her buttocks began a slow
impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"You want this, Mrs. Fields. You know you do," he groaned as his lips kissed and
nibbled all the soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes wide and glazed in the greed of
his desire. "You know you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Jenny lay frozen under the bluntness of his obscene words. And yet their very lewdness
excited her more and more so that she was at a loss to understand her reactions to what
was occurring. She could feel the moisture soaking her vagina and crossed her legs to
press them closely together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning
madly in the pit of her stomach. Sam's fervent kisses and manipulations turned her
entire body into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends that she was helpless to control. Then
his hands seized both breasts and squeezed them together like huge straining
grapefruits. She could feel small pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips
of them as he rolled the light brown hardening nipples maddeningly between his
thumbs and forefingers. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing into her ear as he
turned his head toward her to lock his mouth wildly against hers. She tried for a
moment to twist away, to make a last futile stand against the seduction she had started
and yet was not helpless to contain, but the pressure of his strong male grip was
altogether too much for her in her present state of mind.
She had forgotten about John, about everything except the sheer joy of having this
glorious young man's splendid lusting body against her tingling female flesh, and in her
mind he had become one in the same with the lover that she had lost. His hands had
now dropped from her solid bulging tits to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full
convexities of her buttocks.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you...don't you?" he asked between breathless gulping
pants.
"Yesssss... Dear God, Yesssssss!" she moaned ecstatically, her arms reaching out to
twine tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft wetness of her
breasts. She despised herself for the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have
him inside her to take her at will... Then suddenly she was released from the depraved
bondage of desire, the tremendous relief of acceptance clearing her mind of every
thought but that of anticipation. She wanted him now, that instant, and she began to
wiggle her hips in lewd suggestive motions, her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head.
He pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take
the long hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick
rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on
the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against
the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an
eternity, lying still in utter wantonness before him, not even daring to breathe.
"Now... please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure
against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He shoved forward.
"Ooooohh, no... waaaiiittt... it's too big!" she cried as the tip slipped hugely through,
stretching wide the small wet opening until Jenny felt as though her thighs were
splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"God, wait, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" she almost screamed as she jerked
open her eyes in fear and saw that he had not even heard her. He was lost in the throes
of sexual enjoyment and he was completely oblivious to everything else, even her
pleading cries.
Suddenly, the stranger's face twisted into a contorted expression of sheer raw lust as he
looked down at the beautiful woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him, the head of
his colossal young penis disappearing excitedly into the soft, curling hair of her pussy.
He fell forward, then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits tightly back against her
chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid into her
cunt like a driving telephone pole pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in
rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan from his
throat, his balls smacked heavily into the quivering cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooooohh! Oooooohhh!" she wailed beneath him. She had never been so utterly
filled... not since Sam had died... and his rock-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it
had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds as he rammed into her without thought
of mercy or injury to her tender insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it
to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could
not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her pussy, encased in the moist hot
sheath like a spike planted cruelly into his victim's belly.
The young dark-haired man levered her beautiful long satiny legs up off the bed in an
arc far back over her head, pressing her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of
her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained
muscles almost overpowering. The glistening wet, flattened plane of her crotch was
presented up to him as he quickened his thrust, the intrusion making her dilated vagina
grow and expand before his uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his hard muscular
loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he
lunged forward with all his strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able into her
buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he lunged forward with all his
strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able into her smooth white belly.
Jenny groaned defenselessly beneath him, her face showing a mixture of feelings: pain
and humiliation and pleasure. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the
stillness of her body. His hands cupped her full naked breasts, twisting and squeezing
them with savage brutality, teasing and tugging at them until she thought they would
burst from the wild manipulations. Then, as if a miracle had taken place, she felt her
pleasure increasing and the delicate moist walls of her cunt began to clasp around his
fleshy cudgel hungrily, her hips slithering up wetly to devour the length of his young
lust-hardened rod. His big balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her
buttocks, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic
undulation to meet the young stud's long, spearing strokes.
The pain was gone now and her eyes were closed as she writhed beneath him from the
intensity of her wild-ever-mounting excitement. Sam sweated over her, moving
suddenly into a series of longer, smoother plunging strokes that brought his thick prick
almost all the way out of her clutching vagina on the backstroke and then ramming
forward into her until he could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock colliding hard
against her cervix deep inside.
She was no longer ashamed for having led this magnificent man to her bed – not even
though he had turned on the hot streak in her and she was now engaged in committing
her first betrayal to her husband... and enjoying it as she had only enjoyed sex with the
Sam that she had once loved and lost. But nothing mattered now but the delicious
waves of stormy feeling the young man was giving her, his huge pile-driving cock
fucking into her steaming, sucking cunt.
"Jesus, Jesus you're so good," Sam breathed, ramming faster and faster into her with a
maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded eyes filmed over with the force of his sexual transport.
The fire of animal lust raged out of control in his slamming groin and he too was aware
of nothing else in the world but the fact that a beautiful full-bodied brunette was
responding under him to his skewering cock and frantically roving hands. Spurred on
by Jenny's pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders,
he dug more deeply into her, pinning her flatter to the bed and restricting her
movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move
with him as freely as she wanted. With his every hard forward lunge now, he flung her
far forward, and her tossing head was close to the headboard of the bed. He felt his
own head touch the solid hard surface and automatically raised himself over her in a
push-up position, his hands dropping from her flushed tits to grasp her ankles and pry
them further apart and level with her upper torso for leverage.
Jenny sighed and attempted to hump upwards as she felt her climax approaching, the
rosy hue of her face brightening and deepening as an unmistakable sign.
"Oh, Oh Sam darling. I'm cumming! I'm cumming... oh... oh... oh... Sam!" Her hands
darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her
loins. "I'm cumming aaauuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!" she cried in a voice shrill with mindreeling 
passion. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving prick, spilling
down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding his testicles
and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly into her. Dazzling flashes of light
filled her head as she continued to grunt out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in
unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Then the boy reached down and cupped the twin globes of her ass, stretching them,
and watched his shaft pummeling into her pussy. He could feel the hot load of his
sperm building up for an earth-shattering release, the broad head of his cock flexing
and suddenly growing larger inside her ravaged cuntal passage. At last he erupted, his
thick hot liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing salaciously
with the juices of her own cumming. Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the
burning, powerful squirts surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with its
warm sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped
desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Jenny's firm,
perfectly sculptured body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the
bed as the young man's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released
altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air.
Jenny groaned at the loss of his penis and felt a cool rush of air laving her spent, 
sweatsoaked body.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their fast breathing. Jenny rolled over on
her stomach and lay still, unable to move and not really caring. Her body was wholly
satiated, ached all over, and she dimly felt the young man's broad palm resting slackly
on her thighs, which was still wet and slippery from his sperm. More of the cooling
fluid trickled in a tiny rivulet out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd pool between her
still wide-spread legs.
"Mrs. Fields – you all right?" Sam asked, a look of exhaustion on his handsome, yet
simian face. "You sure are a good fuck, woman. I thought so the minute I laid eyes on
you this morning. I said to myself, man, this has got to be the best fuck around."
Jenny had never been spoken to this way before, not by John, or by the Sam she had
planned to marry many years before, and yet now the obscene words pierced her heart
and sent her into a confusion of feeling, reminding her as they did that this was not
Sam, despite the fact that he looked like and shared the name of the boy she had loved,
and still loved, so much, but this was not the same Sam... even thought she had
pretended he was all morning... and the reality of the situation came over her again, but
nevertheless she felt an undeniable glow of satisfaction and a new sense of relief and
adventure in her illicit relationship with the young man, the stranger at her side.
But even as she felt pleasure, she was overcome by guilt because of what she had done
this morning... her disloyalty to her husband and the memory of Sam. She had lost the
battle against her own feelings, and yet even the thought of her total surrender just
moments before sent wonderful chills running along the base of her spine.
There was movement beside her on the bed and she saw that the dark, handsome
young man who she had just met this morning for the first time in her life, but who
seemed as if sent to her by some heaven-induced miracle, was now dressing again,
covering his perfectly proportioned, muscular young body with his work clothes.
"I have to get back to the gas station, Mrs. Fields," he said, looking down at her
disheveled yet glowing figure. "But I'll be back tomorrow, same time, to finish the job...
the windows, I mean... that is... if you want me to."
"Yes, oh, yes, please, please come back," she said, almost in a whisper. "I want you to
come back... Sam."


Chapter 4

"Jenny?... honey... I'm home," John Fields called from the kitchen as he took off his
corduroy jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door. He then knelt to give the
German Shepherd a good back-scratching. "Jenny?" he called again.
"I didn't know you were home," Jenny said as she made her entrance into the room,
her skin glowing and her eyes bright despite the foggy, depressed feelings that weighed
heavily on her spirits. She didn't know why she had bothered to lie. She did know he
was home. She had been sitting right there at the kitchen table when she heard his car
pull into the drive. She had fantasized for a moment that it was the young handyman
returning, had even jumped up to look out the window over the sink, had felt
disappointed, and angry at herself for being so when she realized that it was John, her
husband. She had rushed into the bedroom to give herself a moment to compose herself
again, and to give the room another check to make sure there were no telltale signs of
what had transpired there just hours before.
She forced herself to be cheerful and smiled as she embraced him, kissed him to
welcome him home from work. Was she just imagining it, or was there something
different about the way he was looking at her, as if he suspected her of something, as if
she were a complete stranger, someone he knew not at all instead of the woman who he
had been married to these last months? No, she decided, it was all her guilty
imagination playing tricks on her. What could he know? How would he even suspect?
His next question, however, made her blanche and her heart leap into her throat.
"That handyman get around today?" John said, in a tone of voice that to her sounded as
if it was forced casualness.
"Yes, yes he did," she said. "A nice kid, a very nice boy."
"He's hardly what I'd call a boy," John said. "In fact, no man in his right mind would
send someone that looked like that to his house during the day when he's not at
home."
"Why, John," she said, looking up at him with an innocent expression, hating herself
for lying to him this way and yet unable to stop herself, "you know you have nothing to
worry about from me."
"That's true," he said, his voice assuming a cutting, sarcastic edge to it which she had
never heard there before and which frightened and hurt her. "You're not exactly a sex
hungry nymphomaniac, that we both know!"
She had to fight back her emotions with all her strength not to defend herself against
that accusation. She was not the frigid woman he thought she was... maybe it was that
he wasn't man enough... maybe he was just too old for her... yes that was it... he was
the wrong man for her, the wrong man entirely... she felt herself beginning to hate him
and wriggled out of his embrace.
John sat down at the kitchen table, glancing through the newspaper while Jenny began
to fix dinner. She went through the motions of being involved in what she was doing,
but she could hardly see her hands in front of her, her eyes were so misted and clouded
with tears. She was so involved in her own worries that she failed to recognize that her
husband John was only going through the motions of reading his newspaper as well. If
she had looked closely at him she would have seen that he looked more tired than
usual, emotionally drained, worried and preoccupied.
But Jenny's mind was not on dinner, or her husband, or anything in that kitchen. She
was still aroused and could not shake the vision of the young handyman's fine body
from her memory. She was worried about what had happened to her that afternoon,
but was looking forward nonetheless to a repeat of everything the next day.
She paced around from stove to refrigerator to sink lost in thought. She knew it would
be foolish to deny, even to herself, that she was tremendously stimulated by the
younger man... maybe she was really in love with him. If that were true, what would
she do about John who all this time had been so good and kind and understanding of
her? Would he understand this about her too... that she had committed adultery... and
might very well be in love with another man?
Her thoughts were cut short as John suddenly put the paper down and started staring
at her in that funny way again, his eyes sparkling with an inner excitement she couldn't
identify but was frightened of. She noticed with horror that he was looking at the
kitchen window and the thought occurred to her at the same time that it must have
occurred to him... the storm window had not been put on.
Their eyes met. Jenny felt herself growing red-faced, stammering out an explanation
which she realized was uncalled for – he had not asked her any question – and yet her
guilty conscience compelled her to speak.
"He... he had to leave early, the young workman," she said. "He had to get back to the
gas station... I... he's really a good worker... there just wasn't much time... he said he'd
come back tomorrow and finish the job." Here she flushed still redder, remembering
the lewd grin on Sam's face when he's said those same words.
"Well," John said, picking up the papers again, starting to read. "There's no point in his
coming back. It's almost the week-end. I'll finish up the job myself. I'll stop by the gas
station tomorrow morning and tell him not to bother."
It took every ounce of Jenny's willpower not to protest, but she could not deny the
sinking, miserable feeling which now took hold of her. She wanted to beg, to plead, to
throw herself at John's feet and tell him everything, as one would tell a father
everything. Surely he would see that she was unhappy and would do what would make
her happy. But she realized that this was impossible... he was not, after all, her father...
he was her husband!
She turned around to the stove and continued to stir flour into the gravy, hardly
noticing what she was doing. "Let the workman do it," she heard herself saying in a
small, controlled voice. "Let him put the windows up. You work too hard as it is,
darling. You shouldn't push yourself so hard."
"Always thinking of me, aren't you sweetheart," John said to her, and she didn't dare to
turn around to see the expression on his face, to see if he had really meant those words,
or if they were biting sarcasms to hurt her. Her tears overflowed and she began to sob.
How could she accuse such a good man of these things? He would never hurt her,
never!
She was the bad one... she was the one who was lying and cheating and deceiving.
Well, she wouldn't any more. She wouldn't! She made up her mind never to repeat the
day's performance... never again would she be unfaithful, would she feel the shameful
surge of sexuality that had been coursing through her since that morning.
At the table, John Fields was making his own resolution. He had been on the brink
lately, more emotionally upset than he had ever known himself to be. It had been a
foolish plan, he realized that now... a plan he was constitutionally unable to go through
with. He would stop it now before it was too late... if it wasn't already too late. He
looked up at his wife who had her back to him at the stove, and felt guilty for the pain
his plan might already have caused her.
When he had driven into the gas station the day before and he had seen the new
mechanic, the plan had begun to formulate in his mind... and he had been desperate,
absolutely desperate for a solution to the sexual problems he and Jenny were having.
When he had married the girl, he had told himself that after enough time had passed,
she would come to love him and trust him and he would be able to make her forget her
lost lover, Sam. He knew that when a person, a loved one is gone, their memory is
more threatening and hard to compete with than a real, live rival would be. He was
sure that Jenny had idealized the boy, and that he would be able to bring her to realize
that.
But he had had no such ability, and he was just beginning to fear that the sexual
distance between them would never be bridged. He was too much a man to think of
going through life without sex, and the thought of satisfying himself outside of his
home was not appealing to him. He wanted a fulfilled, whole relationship with a
woman he was married to.
But last night had been the last straw. It had become abundantly obvious to him that
Jenny was hysterical, that there was no reasoning with her. She had a mental block, she
was fixated, stopped in time when her dear Sam had died... and he devised a plan that
would perhaps shock her to her senses.
That morning, while she was out for her walk, he had called the gas station and
arranged for the young man who looked so much like the young man Jenny had lost
and John knew full well what he looked like from the pictures of him that Jenny still
kept in her sewing box where he had found them one day when he was looking for a
safety pin – to come to their house that day. His hope was that seeing someone who
looked so much like Sam, and who, ironically, had even turned out to have the same
name, would stir up all of Jenny's old feelings and force her to come to terms with the
fact that the young man – her young man – was dead, and no amount of mourning
and fidelity to his memory was going to bring him back again.
But now John was having second thoughts. He knew that he was being selfish, that he
was not doing it for Jenny's good, as she had told himself, but was doing it for himself.
Dammit he wanted a real wife, not someone tied to a corpse! And he was no
psychiatrist. For all he know he could really be doing her harm... could be sending her
over the edge of some insane abyss. He'd call the whole thing off now, before it was too
late.
Both of them were brought to their senses by the smell of something burning.
Jenny looked down and noted with horror that the gravy was thoroughly charred and
ruined.
"Hey, what's the matter?" John said as he went to her, took her in his arms and realized
that she was crying. "No sense in crying over a little burned gravy. Anybody can make
a mistake. Come on. Dry your eyes. Change your clothes. I'll take you down to Billy's
for a steak, how's that?"
"Oh, John!" Jenny said, letting him hold her and cradle her in his arms while she
sobbed like a baby. "You're so good to me. I'm so lucky. I'll never do it again, never!"
From the intensity of her tears, John began to wonder if it was burning the gravy she
was referring to, or some more guilt-worthy crime.


Chapter 5

John and Jenny fields were seated at a small corner table in Billy's Steak House, the
area's most exclusive restaurant, a tasteful, quiet, wood-paneled room lit by candle light.
The tables were set with silver, cut glass, red tablecloths and linen napkins, a perfect
background, John Field's was thinking, for his beautiful wife.
Sometimes when he looked at her, dressed as she was this evening and sitting across the
table from him, he could not believe his good luck. He felt as if he had captured some
rare, exquisite animal. And she looked especially gorgeous tonight... there was
something different about her, some new glow that he had never seen there before.
She looked tormentingly beautiful, her shining brown hair falling around her shoulders,
her lush, full breasts half-exposed in the low-cut, tight fitting jersey dress she wore, its
rust color making her smooth, white skin look as rich and perfect as cream.
Just then the waiter, who had been hovering discreetly near their table, approached and
quietly placed their sizzling orders in front of them. Immediately, Jenny began to eat,
cutting into her blood-red steak, biting and chewing with an appetite that John had
never seen in her before. He wondered what had gotten into her. Her eyes were
sparkling, clear, her skin was glowing.
Jenny noticed that John was watching her, and she blushed. "I'm so hungry," she
explained. "I feel like I haven't eaten a bit for years!"
John smiled back at her. It made him happy to see her displaying an appetite. He
wondered if her new appetite would extend itself to him in bed later that night. He
fantasized her – how she could be twisting and squirming beneath him; if she would
only let herself go, what a magnificent animal she could become. John felt his prick
lurch under the tight confinement of his trousers beneath the dinner table as he
pictured the lovely woman before him naked, sensuously moaning and writhing at his
hot, lustful touch.
He reached over and poured more of the thick, red burgundy wine into her glass.
Maybe the wine was making her look so sexy tonight... or maybe... John wouldn't keep
the question out of his mind, try as he might... He kept thinking about what had really
taken place that day between the young workman and his wife. But now his thoughts
dwelled once again on his lovely wife and her association with the muscular young
man. He felt a twinge of jealousy, and his reaction surprised and angered him. It had
been his own fault if something had happened... he had set the situation up himself.
Besides, what did he have to be jealous of? He knew from experience that he was as fine
a lover as a woman could want. Plenty of women had told him that... just about every
woman he had ever been with except Jenny... if he could only reach her, get through to
her, make her forget the dead boy who was always lying there in the bed between them.
God, he laughed to himself, what a morbid thought! But it was as if the boy was still
there, in her mind as much as anything else. He glanced up at her and she was smiling
back at him, sipping her wine, her eyes dancing with excitement. What was she
thinking about? he wondered. Hell, whatever it was, he wouldn't worry about it. She
was with him now, and she looked beautiful and happy. That was all that mattered.
Whatever had transpired that day had done her, and therefore himself, nothing but
good, and tonight he would reap the benefits.
After a leisurely drive home however, Jenny had walked back to their bedroom,
undressed and fallen asleep practically before she had hit the pillow. John could not
help the twisted, ironic smile that came to his lips as he thought to himself that the
young woman had probably had an exhausting day... and by now he was fairly
convinced that it wasn't raking leaves that was responsible for making the young
brunette this tired!
In the morning when John left for work, Jenny was still sleeping. He'd have coffee near
the office, but his main reason for leaving early was to give himself enough time to drop
by the gas station to tell the young man that his services were no longer needed.

* * *

Jenny woke up that morning in an empty bed feeling like a new woman. It was the first
morning in a long time that her thoughts were not for Sam... not the old Sam, anyway.
This morning she thought about the young man who had held her in his arms
yesterday, right here in this very bed.
How handsome he was, how strong and beautiful. She felt a thrill rush through her as
she remembered his enormous uncircumcised prick as it had looked jutting out from
the dark, curly hair of his loins, and she recalled how it had felt as he had rammed it
into her, filling her, making her feel like the woman she could be. Oh, it had been so
good!
Her mind echoed with the grunts and groans that had come from the two of them,
increasing in volume and intensity as their excitement had reached its peak. She found
herself picturing how it would be if he came to her crouched on all fours like a tawny
lioness – she remembered she and her Sam used to love to do it that way. She'd be
anchored in her position by the taut-bodied youth who would hold her hips high in the
air as he stood behind her, rhythmically fucking his huge member in and out of her
exposed cunt. She could claw the bedspread like a woman possessed, her head hung
down and moaning incoherently as the young man brutally pulled back at her hips,
sinking his massive gleaming cock up to his balls between the soft dark hair-lined lips
of her vagina. But it was not the old Sam she pictured, it was the new one, the one who
had been with her just yesterday.
"Aaaaaa... harder! Fuck harder!" Jenny imagined herself crying, picturing how her ass
would gyrate under his hands as he pounded savagely into her with growing abandon.
Just the thought of the lewd words sent a wave of passion flooding through the
beautiful young woman. She threw the covers off and looked down at her body,
imagining the full, heavy breasts swinging and bouncing from the terrific buffeting her
entire lower body would be undergoing. She lifted her creamy buttocks off the bed
slightly, fucking back at the imaginary prick.
God! What was wrong with her? she wondered. How could she allow herself to be
unfaithful to her husband this way, and to be getting such pleasure from the thought?
And then she remembered with a sinking feeling that any adultery she had indulged in
was a thing of the past... it had only happened yesterday, and that was the last time. He
was not coming back today... or ever again. So what harm could it do to just think
about him? Was that infidelity?
No, she decided, her thoughts were her own, and she would allow her mind to picture
his beautiful, muscular form. She felt a throbbing heat growing in her loins as she
thought of Sam's – the new Sam's huge hard cock ramming into her, filling her belly
until she pled for mercy, then thrusting in to fill her even more. Suddenly impatient
with her lascivious memories of the young man who no longer had a place in her life,
she let her hands begin to roam restlessly over the smooth warm skin of her body.
She realized with surprised that she was terribly excited and needed release badly. The
insistent ache that she had felt yesterday when the man had first appeared rose again
deep in her belly and she was suddenly terribly aware of her body, her curved hips and
buttocks pressing against the cool white sheets of the bed, her high rounded breasts
jutting out beneath her hands.
She began to knead her own breasts, pinching the soft pliant nipples into rubbery
tightness. The image of Sam remained as if branded in her mind. Oh, if he were only
here now, she thought, as remembrances of her pledge to herself to be faithful to John
faded in the light of her overpowering arousal.
Jenny's long shapely legs scissored open and closed slowly as she teased herself with the
rhythmic pressure on her tingling clitoris, working herself into a burning passion.
Complete surrender to the need building within her showed in her eyes as her buttocks
twisted tensely into the soft cushions until she could feel the rough edges brush
thrillingly against the tender swelling of her vulva. At the almost electrical contact, her
breath quickened and the passionate yearning grew in her loins.
Jenny was astonished that the mere thought of the handyman's body had so heightened
her arousal, but the slight shame she felt only stimulated her more.
Her mouth opened in sensual rapture as both her hands scurried over her body as if no
longer under her control, floating over her soft ivory belly, then coming to rest on the
dark brown entrance way to her burning genitals. Groaning at the sudden contact with
her hard, sensitive clitoris, she spread her legs far apart exposing the moist glistening
furrow between them. Her trembling fingers slid down to the soft, swollen lips, pulling
them gently outward until the deep pink opening was fully exposed to the warm air and
the mouth-like orifice throbbed greedily open like the mouth of a gulping fish.
Slowly and tenderly she wormed her middle fingers into the moist throbbing hole,
forcing it downward until it was completely embedded in the tight, smooth passageway
at the same time flicking at her erect bud-like clitoris with another finger. Afraid to
pause as her excitement mounted, Jenny quickly thrust another finger past the rosy
edges of her moist cunt, widening the lips as she rotated the inserted fingers in sensual
abandon. Incoherent images of Sam skewering into her with his bulging rock-like prick
invading her cunt, her protesting rectum, jack-hammering into her soft, willing mouth,
flashed through her mind. In a frenzy of lust she jerked her legs back against her chest
and heaved her hips upward to meet each stroke of her probing fingers. Her face
contorted with the effort of her frantic manipulations. It was not enough!
Clenching her teeth, she rammed another finger into her ravenously hungry pussy,
writhing beneath the pounding instruments in unthinking passion. Deep moans of
animal pleasure rose from deep in her throat as she speeded into a more rapid rhythm,
straining for a climax, lunging up to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight pink
opening. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and she groaned in frustration
as she tried and tried to bring herself to orgasm. Suddenly, another whine answered her
now and she opened her eyes to see the huge German Shepherd standing next to the
bed, wagging his tail.
"No, boy. Go away," she begged. "I wasn't calling you, you big dummy. Go away...
you'll ruin everything!"
As if in answer, he brought his great panting head down to her defenseless, up-turned
cunt and licked it, sliding his soft tongue from the tight puckered hole of her anus up
to the tiny burning nodule of her clitoris just as he had done once before. This time,
however, his hot wet tongue sent her body trembling and jerking hopelessly under the
strange stimulation. No, no, she thought to herself, this is not right. It's unnatural,
perverted! But as she tried to push the big dog away the Shepherd's tongue snaked out
again into her nakedly squirming pussy, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, halting
finally at her anus where the tip pushed trying to force its way past the outer fleshy
ring.
With a deep moan, she realized that her body would give her no choice. She would
have to surrender to the beast's exciting ministrations. Her thighs quivered back against
her chest as the animal's cold nose pushed through the hair-covered swelling of her
cunt-lips, searching out the source of the delicious female cuntal aroma. She squirmed
downward in for bidden pleasure as the tongue flicked out again, curling deep into her
vaginal passageway. She knew that she did not want to do this, but the big dog's
slathering, wet tongue was forcing her in spite of her revulsion to enjoy this perverted
stimulation.
Suddenly, the giant tongue stabbed into her vulnerable pussy like a thick, pink snake,
plunging deep up into her pelvis without regard for the maniacal screams of passion
that suddenly streamed from her lips. Oblivious to all morality and reason, she rolled
her buttocks against the face of the animal, drowning the weird, obscene sensation of
being licked and sucked by a half wild animal. Something told her that she should stop
the great beast, get out of the lewd, unnatural situation before it went any further, but
suddenly the dog lifted his head from her crotch to stare down in bewilderment at his
mistress' frenzied excitement.
Jenny groaned as she realized she wanted still more of this wicked, debasing excitement.
Her natural resistance had vanished under the maddening torture of the German
Shepherd's tongue and, fighting down her hesitation, she bent over to touch the soft,
fur-covered sheath that enclosed the beast's penis. Jenny's heart beat crazily as she took
hold of the hairy sheath and began milking it, first gently, then with increasing
authority. She flinched in fear when the animal began to respond, his natural savage
lust kindling and jerking his muscles to life. She labored slowly, carefully, gasping for
breath as she squirmed back unto the mattress, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her
cunt into the bedding to further ignite the fire raging in her loins.
A bizarre masochistic pleasure seethed unwanted in her as the glistening red penis
slipped out from its furry casing, dancing and jerking in her hand as the dog began to
hump obscenely and squirt tiny premature jets of semen on the bed. Once again, she
was controlling the body of a male, a dog, but nevertheless a male... and she liked it,
despite her awareness that what she was doing was degrading her even in her own eyes.
Then, before she realized what was happening, the giant dog pulled away from her
hands and reared up to place its forepaws on the bed above her shoulders. Almost
sobbing in an agony of desire, she looked up at him stretched above her nakedness,
then, as though a demon had taken over her will, she hungrily thrust her buttocks
upward in an attempt to capture the lengthening shaft with her cunt lips so that her
back made a complete arc off the bed. Her mind reeling in a confusing daze of sexual
need and debasing humiliation, she heaved towards the long scarlet organ as though
she were a rutting bitch herself. The very thought of herself as an animal sent another
electric tingle deep into her belly and she could feel the seeping wetness between her
thighs increasing even more. Her heart pounded like a drum.
The dog pushed forward wildly as he struggled to plant the pointed tip of his cock
between her thighs, thrusting against her until his tapered member by mistake found
the tiny opening of her anus instead and popped into her cruelly.
"Oooohhhhhhh, nooooooooo!" she screamed, with the pain of the unexpected
intrusion, twisting to one side in an effort to escape the hideous impalement.
The Shepherd was not to be discouraged and returned to the attack with all the
barbarous lust of a human Hun, mindlessly savagely humping against her hard, peasized 
clitoris and then slipping down to thrust between the lips of her white-hot pussy.
Jenny shamelessly and deliberately grasped the canine's slippery organ and parted her
cuntal opening to assist him, holding her breath as he began to stroke into her inch
after inch of his thick cock disappearing in her with each new pile-driving forward
thrust of his flanks. Suddenly she let out a high whistling sigh as the great cock slipped
into her all the way and began to slam up the moist cavern like a speeding train
running wild through a dark tunnel smaller than itself.
Moans of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically
backwards to meet the lunges of the panting, drooling dog. His forepaws were now on
either side of her waist, digging into her, and she began to undulate her body and ass in
lewd circles, abandoning herself to the wonderful animal fucking she was receiving
from the dog. Her face was twisted with ecstasy from the delicious fucking the dog was
giving her, and her full, taut breasts bounced lightly, moving in time to the throbbing
cock of the beast as it ran in and out of her like a hot poker.
God, she moaned inwardly, relishing every vicious slam of the dog's prick into her cunt,
her mind straying for a second to thoughts of John... how he might think of her now...
his own wife being screwed senselessly by the dumb beast he had bought to protect her
on these long days alone... and now here was that same beast, his big dog cock filling
her belly and pushing her inner organs higher and higher until she was afraid they
would rupture and burst out of her mouth. It was ripping her soul from her body and
pushing it out of her with every punishing stroke. Oh Christ, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me, you... you beautiful bastard! All of it, all of it, all of it, her mind screamed,
completely caught up in the lewd ravishment the dog was giving her pinioned body.
She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to shoot his hot cum up her
pussy, aching to be filled with it in her madness, and that was all that mattered to her
now. She was no longer human but a shaking mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that
begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in her defilement, uncaring, no longer
capable of thinking of sex as normal, healthy, anything but a tremendous shaft of
animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her stretched pussy, causing her to grind
herself against the hairy, jerking body like an animal.
Small droplets of moisture were building in the crevice of Jenny's rotating thighs,
glistening and sparking even in the dim light as they ran down from her buttocks onto
the bed, sometimes sticking to the dog's heavy balls as they slapped hard down against
her anus with each inward stroke. Then, slowly, steadily, inexorably, the beginning
throes of orgasm began and she screwed up greedily against the brute like a she-demon
possessed. The dog's long, slithering tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into her
waving crotch, saliva dripping from it onto the sweat between her wildly dancing tits.
She screamed suddenly and rammed up against the dog just as he hunched forward and
his cock began spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents deep up in her clasping vagina.
Jenny's hindquarters began to pitch and toss crazily, signaling her own thrilling
climactic upheaval far inside her belly. Thick white liquid ran from the tightness of her
cunt squeezing and sucking the prick of the dog, soaking her backside and pubic hair as
she moaned and reached forward to drive the dog's still ejaculating cock deep into her
for the last time. The German Shepherd's deflating penis pulled out of her with a wet
sucking noise that lewdly filled the bedroom and left her animal-fucked cunt nakedly
exposed to the cool air of the room.
The dog dropped down to the floor, his tail wagging in evident appreciation. Jenny
watched as, in a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his furry head between her
widely splayed thighs and lapped at the white sticky animal sperm still running from
her battered cunt. He gulped at it thirstily until eventually there was no more, then he
turned as from a meal he had just finished and lumbered across the room and out the
door, probably heading for his place under the hall table, Jenny mused.
Gradually the realization of what she had just done with her pet made her shudder and
break into uninhibited sobbing. Nothing she could do or think would ever erase the
mortifying humiliation she felt in every fiber of her being...
She wished for death, for unending sleep and escape from the reality of herself – a
wanton slut who would use anything or anyone at her disposal to temporarily quench
the wildfire of passion raging within her.
But the thought of death was even more horrible to her than facing the fact that she
was a depraved nymphomaniac who would accept the handiest cock, no matter from
whom or what, to quell her lust. What if there were life after death? What if her
deceased Sam were watching her now from some mystical spirit world... what if he had
witnessed the whole, obscene spectacle?


Chapter 6

Jenny showered longer than usual that morning, trying vainly to wash her body of the
evidence of evil just as Lady Macbeth had when she felt the blood lingering on her
hands after her crime. She toweled herself dry roughly as if to punish herself.
But she was surprised when she looked in the mirror and saw reflected there not the
depraved, bleak-looking monster she had expected, but the reflection of a rosy-cheeked,
milky-complected young woman, clear and sensuously soft looking. There was a
blossoming quality in her appearance and she smiled wryly to herself thinking that
evidently this life of adultery and degradation was agreeing with her!
Well, that was all behind her, she told herself. She was cleansed now, pure. She
wouldn't think of any of it again; she would make herself useful this afternoon; she
wouldn't think about yesterday with Sam, the hours of love-making... but just that brief
thought sent a little thrill of pleasure through her, making her nipples harden and
tingle... but no, no more of that.
She had been thankful that John had believed her to be sleeping when they went to bed
last night. She didn't know what she would have done if he had wanted to touch her.
She had been exhausted by Sam, and she had also been thinking of Sam, yearning for
Sam, plotting in her mind how she could arrange for Sam to come to the house again
today in spite of her husband's having told him to stay away.
What could she do? If she called him and told him to come, would he do it? He might
think that she had told her husband about what had happened, he might think he was
walking into some kind of trap. Whoa, girl, she said to herself, you've been watching
too many television programs!
Still, she didn't know what she should do. She only knew that if she had to spend
another day trapped in this house in the middle of nowhere, she would go crazy.
She dressed quickly in a pair of corduroy tight-fitting slacks, another of her vicuna plaid
shirts from Abercrombie's her walking shoes, her suede jacket. She tied a scarf around
her hair to keep it from blowing in the wind. She left the house, telling herself she was
going for a walk in the fields. She knew deep down inside, however, that that was not
her intent. If it had been, then why hadn't she taken the dog with her?
No, her intent, she knew was to walk to the highway down towards the shopping
center to the gas station. Autumn leaves whipped around her in the wind which was
just getting chilly. The sky was crisp blue and the fresh air renewed her spirits and
cleared her head. She took long, graceful strides and let her arms swing free. She
wouldn't think about yesterday, or this morning, or the afternoon before her. She
would just enjoy the moment, the clear, cool day, the invigorating walk, the feeling of
freedom that she had and which was so wonderful and new.
Why be tragic? Why not just follow her inner impulses and let whatever happened
happen? She laughed to herself. This morning she had been having morbid thoughts of
suicide... just because she had let her dog come into bed with her! What harm had it
done; really? She almost laughed out loud at the fear that she had had about Sam's
being able to see her from heaven. What nonsense! What difference did it make
anyway? Sam was gone, gone for good. The morning's despair and depression had
proved to be a catharsis. She would never be troubled by the memory of him again.
Especially now that she was on her way to see her lover... her new Sam. She felt her
heart beating wildly when the gas station where he said he worked came into view.
What would she say to him? Would she have to say anything? Or would he understand
why she had come? Of course he would!
Her heart sank, however, when she didn't see him. She asked the owner where he was,
and learned that he had gone home for the afternoon and wouldn't be back again until
that night. Her heart raced. Maybe he had gone to her house? Maybe he was there right
now! Maybe she had missed him!
"Do... do you know where he lives?" she queried, her voice shaking, much of her newfound 
courage evaporated by this unexpected difficulty.
"Yes'm," the white-haired attendant said. And he gave her the address of the trailer park
not far from there. Without a moment's hesitation, she headed towards the trailer park.
That was even better. She'd go to his house. That way she wouldn't have to worry about
John's coming home unexpectedly, she wouldn't have to feel so much that they were
making a mockery of her marriage by making love in her and John's marital bed.
She found the blue and white trailer the man at the gas station had described as Sam's
and knocked at the door. A young woman with a baby in her arms answered her
knock.
"I... I must have the wrong trailer," Jenny stammered, staring open mouthed at the pale
woman of about twenty, slender without being tall, her fine blonde hair hanging far
down below her shoulders, a beautiful head of hair.
"Who were you looking for?" the woman asked, an edge of irritation in her voice.
"Who's that, honey?" a male voice said from inside the trailer, Jenny's mouth dropped
open when Sam himself appeared at the door, filling up the doorway behind his small,
slender young wife and child. What a lovely family portrait they made! Jenny thought
to herself in horror.
"Well, Mrs. Fields!" the tall handsome dark-haired man said with a smile. "What a
surprise! Come on in!" He didn't seem the least embarrassed. Maybe the woman was
not his wife after all, Jenny thought wildly. Maybe she was just jumping to wrong
conclusions.
It was not until she had entered the trailer and her eyes had adjusted to the dimmer
light that Jenny turned around and realized that Sam was stark naked! Flabbergasted,
she stared openly at his magnificent prick and testicles hanging far down between his
legs. It was not just the fact of his organ being so large and breath-taking, so formidable
and exciting that made her stare... but what was he doing undressed in the middle of
the day like that, standing there naked with two fully dressed women? It was absolutely
incredible!
She realized that Sam was talking to her. "Mrs. Fields... or should I call you Jenny," he
said as casually as if he were fully clothed himself. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Betty.
And this is our little girl, Sarah."
"I... I'm pleased to meet you, Betty," Jenny said, trying to force her gaze away from
Sam's big cock which jerked slightly between his legs.
"I'm glad to meet you, too, honey," the smaller woman said, walking over to a crib and
placing the baby inside. "Sam's told me all about you." Then, Betty turned and gave
Jenny a look so direct and steady that Jenny felt like disappearing into the floor. "All
about you, Mrs. Fields... and believe me, if I were any other women... I'd be mighty
jealous."
"But as it is," Sam put in, "you can relax, Jenny. Betty and I have an open relationship.
We let each other do as we please... jealousy, or no jealousy. We always know that
eventually we'll get back around to each other." He walked over to his wife and put his
arm around her shoulder.
Jenny didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was incredibly disappointed that Sam
was married, but she now realized that she had built up a ridiculous fantasy around
him. After all, he was just a young stranger. It was mostly because he reminded her so
much of Sam that she had fallen for him in the first place. Still, she felt let down, lost
with this new turn of events. And there was still the fact of his standing there naked to
contend with. She could not deny that the sight of him, particularly his slowly rising
penis was really turning her on.
"Sam," said Betty with a half smile, brazenly surveying every inch of her husband's
body, "I think you're forgetting yourself," her own eyes coming to rest on the
handsome man's steadily hardening prick, a silent pulsating glow of warmth beginning
to spread through her loins and flood the area of her clitoris.
"Well, honey," he said smiling, feeling hot inside, and just about ready to reach out and
grab either of the two beautiful women with him in the narrow trailer, "it's impossible
not to forget myself in such close quarters with two of the hottest bitches around."
Jenny's mind was reeling, she wanted to run, to run out of the door and all the way
home and never lay eyes on either of these two again... and yet she remained rooted to
the spot, staring enthralled at Sam's stiff, projecting rod of flesh without shame of any
inkling of embarrassment at the same time. She could feel her breasts straining against
her shirt, the pink nipples growing taut and throbbing until she feared they would burst
any second. My God, she thought, I actually want to reach out and touch him! Lord,
what's happening to me! I just want to see if he really is as hard and muscular as I
remembered...
Jenny did not have long to stand there and think, for suddenly Sam was moving, unable
to restrain himself a second more, and strode over to stand in front of where Betty, his
wife was now sitting, his prick jutting out only inches from her face. Then, without
ceremony, he reached out to seize one of her still-clad breasts, pawing and squeezing it
as though she were merchandise on display to be tested before buying. Betty did not
protest – all that mattered to her now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her
like a fire out of control which was increased by the presence of the prudish and
horrified visitor. She wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands her passionate
husband expected of her. Next, as if controlled by some perverse force, Betty leaned
forward and did some exploring on her own, boldly stroking the dark curls of pubic
hair above her husband's cock, feeling his young muscles tense beneath the gentle
pressure of her fingertips, enjoying the fact that her actions probably made Jenny even
more uncomfortable. Sam groaned and moved closer to give Betty better access to his
passion-inflamed groin.
Jenny could not believe what was happening before her very eyes. The fluttering
sensations in her breasts and loins were also turning into a raging fire of lust as she
watched Betty take Sam's great straining shaft in the clenched fists of her hands, slowly
sliding up and down its length in a milking motion. Jenny's vaginal slit was becoming
moist under her sheer silk panties and she saw Sam's face change into that of a wild
youthful savage as he watched the motion of Betty's hand on his cock, seeing it
continue to grow as he felt an ever-increasing tide of desire coursing through its
rigidity. He moved up even closer so that his knees were on either side of the slim
wife's head, and his long pulsing cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting
her sex-filmed eyes a view of the quaking sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. His
balls lay almost on her chin.
"Lie down... on the couch," Betty said huskily, pushing him back a little as he spoke.
Sam did not have to be asked twice. He immediately responded and lay down on his
back in one continuous movement.
"You can join us if you like, Jenny," Betty said with a sly, lascivious grin on her face,
then moved out of her chair to kneel on the narrow carpet next to where her husband
was lying.
Jenny stood by the door for a long moment, wanting to go, but at the same time
wanting to stay. She had come this far. She had learned the worst, and faced the worst
embarrassment she could imagine. What would she gain by leaving now? She could feel
the firm resilient mounds of her breasts swelling and quivering even more as tremors of
greedy hunger for the man's body made her own body shake. At last she could no
longer remain standing there doing nothing while Betty prepared to enjoy to the fullest
the feast of handsome male flesh there on the couch like a banquet of beauty. She must
share him as well, Jenny thought, sliding down to the floor beside Betty on her knees.
Both women began to strip off their clothes, too, tossing them in a tangled pile on the
floor. When they also were naked, Betty's slight, small-breasted form made a striking
contrast to Jenny's more voluptuous body; yet both women were lovely, each in her
own way, and Sam could not think which one he wanted first.
Finally, he chose Jenny, because she was the guest, he laughed to himself, and he placed
both his hands gently behind her head, bending her neck down toward him so that her
face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his enormous
cock. He pushed upward a little, his buttocks lifting off the couch until the wide head of
his penis was pressed gently between her slightly parted lips. He groaned anew as he
felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush teasingly and moistly against the sensitive skin of
the glans. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath, waiting for the
beautiful woman to issue a cry of protest... but she said nothing. Instead, she amazed
herself by opening her lips and her head pressed forward of its own accord without his
having to exert the least amount of force. The movement caught him unawares,
surprising him and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of
lipstick-covered mouth closed over the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He expected
her to put up a lot of resistance, but she took it easily, he could see, looking down at his
big thick cock skewering into the face of the really beautiful Jenny... and she was liking
it, too.
"Hey, don't forget your old wife," Betty said as she grabbed the base of his cock and
wrenched it from Jenny's mouth with a pop. The slender woman fell at once on his
slippery member and guided it into her soft moist lips, massaging the tender flexible
skin of his balls with one hand and pinching her erect right nipple with the other. She
began to use her tongue, slowly at first, and he shuddered as he felt it swiping around
him, causing his cock to jerk inside her hot mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and
clasped tightly to him in a sucking ovaled elastic ring. He could feel them eagerly
sliding down his prick and taking as much of him as she possibly could in her mouth,
surrounding the throbbing staff with the delicious warmth of her saliva and the tender
inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands against her hollowing cheeks and
pressed inward almost cruelly her burning tongue continuing to twirl almost
torturously around the huge cock at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking
magically over the tiny opening of the glans of the end. He flexed his loins, his head
still raised high enough to watch the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The
sight alone of what she was doing made it all the more stirring for him.
Suddenly, Betty jerked the cock from her sucking lips and bent it toward her guest,
Jenny, who without hesitation closed her mouth on the thick, turgid head and once
again almost choked from the sheer size of the organ buried between her puckered lips.
She sucked at it hungrily and could feel the boy's heated reaction, so she began to draw
on it a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the rock-hard resisting
flesh, leaving small white trails of spittle along the length of the jerking rod. Then Jenny
left the warmth of Betty's palm against her hip, pushing her aside until she had to
strain her neck to keep from losing her mouth's grip on the semen-oozing penis
disappearing into her face. Betty grasped the base of the cock with one hand and
snaked the other hand down between Sam's thighs, taking his soft, hairy balls into her
fingers. Jenny continued to suck voraciously, her lips touching Betty's hand where it
still clutched at the bottom of her husband's shaft, squeezing and letting go of the
cudgel with a maddening rhythm. Then, Jenny saw out of the corner of her eye that
Betty was kneeling over him now and that she had swallowed one of the big balls and
was trying desperately to cram the other one into her mouth too.
Great torrents of heat were building deep in the young man's aching testicles as he
watched the two luscious women working, sucking and nibbling at his fiery organs. The
muscles of his stomach flexed until he was afraid they would snap from the pressure as
he arched his back up off the couch and drove even further between the red wetness of
Jenny's lips, the thin pink ridges of her flesh pulling out from her mouth but slinging
avidly to his thrusting prick. His balls in the other woman's stretched mouth was just as
deeply exciting and he knew she was nearly suffocating even though she tickled and
teased the tender, sensitive sacs with her darting and rolling tongue without let-up.
"Ahhhhh, suck, Mrs. Fields...Suck my nuts, Betty. Suck me good, both of you!" he
moaned over and over again, his mouth opening and shutting as he muttered
incoherently, the fire in his balls now unbearably hot. At last, he gasped – the real
moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest
as he felt the first surges of sticky white sperm begin to rage through his cock. He
began to thrash from side to side like a demented animal as the dam of his desire began
to burst, causing him to involuntarily jerk his prick from Jenny's sucking mouth and
begin to spew the hot white gushings of cum directly in her face. The thin, quick spurts
shot from him like warm, thick cream, dripping from her beautiful face to fall and form
lewd puddles of the substance on his own belly. Betty grappled at his thighs to pull
herself higher and bend down to drink from the little pools of cum, trying not to lose a
drop of the precious, lust-inciting fluid, not if she could help it. Jenny licked her own
lips where some of the sweet youthful cum had landed or run down from other parts of
her face, relishing the liquid as though it were a vintage wine.
''Is this a private party, or can anybody join?" came a man's voice from the doorway of
the trailer. Jenny turned around, automatically trying to conceal her nakedness,
paralyzed with disbelief that her shameful and humiliating performance had had an
audience.


Chapter 7

"I see you two went ahead and started without us," the man in the doorway said,
stepping into the trailer, a pretty young girl at his side. The man chuckled obscenely
and placed his arm around the beautifully built girl's shoulders, turning his head to her.
"Looks like we have some catching up to do, Molly. Better get those clothes off and dig
in."
Jenny didn't immediately understand. All she knew was she .had never felt so debased,
so wicked in her life. Afraid to meet the eyes of the newcomers, or Sam, she turned to
search Betty's face for solace – an irrational move, she knew, but at least a straw of
hope to cling to. But Betty seemed unaffected by the arrival of the tall man and the
young girl... she seemed to be expecting them, and was staring hotly in the direction of
the young redheaded girl who was quickly taking off her clothes.
So this was why Sam had been naked. The two of them – Betty and Sam – had been
waiting for this new couple to arrive! What kind of den of evil had she stumbled into!
Jenny turned and with horror saw that the tall, fair-haired man was completely naked
and was just now draping his shorts and trousers over one of the chairs. His prick was
gigantic and standing out in front of him like a sword and he wore a salacious grin on
his face as he eyed her own up-thrust buttocks. My God no! It was unthinkable! Surely,
this stranger was not thinking of fucking her! She thought of John, her husband...
where was he now? She longed for him to come and save her.
Averting her eyes from the lewd sight of the stranger's yearning, Jenny saw that Sam
had taken Betty's head in his hands and was pushing her down toward his newly
aroused cock again. The young, voluptuous redhead had joined the group of kneeling
woman and was holding the thick pole, rubbing her freckled thumb over the inflamed
head as she milked up more sparkling semen from the thick inner tube that ran along
its length.
"I'd like to introduce you to Frank and Molly," Sam said, raising his head slightly to
smile at Jenny who sat to one side on the floor with her mouth gaping open. Frank
nodded hello to her, and Jenny was relieved to see that he was headed for Betty,
stroking his own jutting cock with one hand as he reached down and felt the satiny
roundness of Betty's ass.
Jenny sat back on her haunches, breathing fast, both excited and frightened by the new
adventure in which she was a participant. The vision of Sam's magnificent penis
standing high in the air, his bloated balls cradling below it on the couch cushion, made
her heart soar higher than ever before like a bird on its maiden flight. She watched with
growing excitement as Sam steered Betty's sweet lips down to his cock, her open mouth
slipping over the blood-filled cocktip, engulfing it completely, following the strong
urgings of his strong hands that pulled her head up and down as he fucked back and
forth into her soft wet cavern.
Jenny could barely hold herself in check, wrestling with her conscience as she sat not
far away from the four naked people, watching the tall man named Frank fondle the
softness of Betty's buttocks. She knew now was the time to get out of there, and yet she
was riveted to the spot in fascination.
"Take my prick, Betty," Frank ordered, "and put it in your asshole, baby!" He slapped
Betty's hip to show that he meant business. Without thinking the dazed Betty reached
behind her and took hold of the trembling shaft, aiming the swollen tip at the tiny
brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. Frank's cock leaped in her hand and he pushed
forward as the woman rubbed the head up and down the full slit of her crotch,
lubricating the tool with her cunt juices. He guided the hard rubbery tip of his cock up
from her vaginal lips and into the soft, yielding moons of her parted buttocks... Good
God! he had never seen such a perfect little asshole.
Jenny thought she could feel the wave of fear that passed through Betty's body as
Frank's hands took a firm hold of her buttocks and drew them apart, slowly insinuating
the thick head of his penis between the soft yielding cheeks and into the rubbery flesh
of her rectum. Betty's hips began an involuntary swaying from side to side in an
attempt to escape the unnatural invasion of her tight, tiny rectum. But the impatient
late-corner lunged forward then, sinking almost half of his long, thick cock in her
tightly clenched rectal entrance. She felt the heat of his thighs against her own and the
tormented elastic ring of her anus suddenly stretched to the point of ripping as he
pushed into her.
"Aaaaggghhhhh!" she screamed, her face contorted with agony and helpless defilement.
She tried to twist her head back and stop his depraved assault on her defenseless
rectum. But there was not stopping Frank. He gazed down insanely at his cock stuck
into the lovely blonde's asshole, the long hard length buried inside her, and he grinned
with satisfaction when her globular cheeks began a low, it seemed methodical rotation
against him. In the meantime, Sam drove hard into the woman's mouth, arching up his
hips to sink his great cock all the way into her throat when the man behind her
slammed into her behind, pushing her forward. Betty was obviously not feeling pain
now, but pure pleasure, for she was thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene
impalement of her back passage, then diving forward with Frank's in-stroke to swallow
as much as possible of her husband's wildly humping prick.
Jenny saw the young redheaded Molly crawl to the head of the couch and position
herself over Sam's face, her legs hanging over the arm of the couch and slowly lowering
her steaming wet crotch down to Sam's waiting mouth. Jenny watched fascinatedly as
Sam gazed up at the palpitating opening of Molly's cunt, then ran out his tongue into
the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and finally pressing his gaping mouth
over the clasping viscous opening.
Jenny could no longer tolerate her passive role in the orgiastic scene. She had to do
something right away! The closest unused male flesh was the newcomer, Frank's
buttocks gyrating wildly as he fucked into Betty's tender asshole, his balls slapping
against the young wife's erect clitoris as he buried his prick in her up to the hilt.
Jenny moved forward and grabbed the cheeks of Frank's flailing ass, prying them apart
with her fingers as she pushed his knees a little further apart with her own. She knelt
there a moment on all fours, scarcely believing that it was really she, Jenny Fields, who
was doing this, holding open a stranger's forward pitching buttocks, looking at the tight
brown ring of his anus as it clenched and unclenched with his efforts to satisfy himself
and the moaning girl in front of him...Jenny conquered her moment of revulsion at
what she was about to do, then gasped and bent down her head until she was only an
inch or two from his rear at the end of his back-stroke. Now... now or never, she
thought, working her head back and forth to fall in with his rhythm and finally pushing
her head forward to lock her warm, wet lips over his anus, her tongue darting out
lizard-like to circle and trace the sensitive puckered area.
Jesus! Frank thought. Where did they find this hot little bitch! She's actually reaming
me! The beautiful bitch is sucking my asshole!
Steadying himself with one hand on Betty's enticingly rounded buttocks, still fucking
into her expanded rectal passage, Frank reached forward and pinched one of the
redhead's throbbing nipples, making the girl moan and grind down even harder with
her naked pussy into Sam's frantically sucking mouth, impaling herself on the long wet
tongue that slithered hotly up into her cunt.
"Oooohhhh, oooohhhhhhhh!" Molly cried, leaning back as far as she could to enjoy the
benefit of Frank's pinching and plucking fingers at her tit, yet being careful not to
deprive herself of the thrilling contact with Sam's mouth and tongue. Balanced on the
arm of the couch, her knees hooked onto the sides, she had never felt anything so
wonderful, so thoroughly and deeply stimulating! God yes, suck, squeeze, take me, take
me... and she could sense the activity behind her, Betty sucking Sam's huge cock
wantonly, taking almost the entire length of it into her mouth while she ground her
smooth white ass backwards into Frank's lunging loins and received his swollen prick
far up into her belly. Jenny – Jenny too had joined the fun, now holding onto Frank's
driving buttocks as onto a life raft as she sucked and tongued his asshole like a wild
woman. Everyone was sweating freely; their bodies glistened and flashed in the crisp fall
sunlight streaming in the window.
Betty could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure the man
behind her was exerting deep inside her, but she loved every second of it and
occasionally lifted her head from Sam's pulsing organ to shout back encouragement to
the tall, slender man who was violating her rectum so wonderfully and savagely. He
now began to screw into her with ever-increasing speed, his hand dropping from the
redhead's breast to rip and pull at her own breast hanging far down beneath her,
bouncing wildly with the buffeting she was getting at both ends of her pleasure-wracked
body. Then he released even her breast and reached back to spread the soft white
rounded globes of her ass with both hands as if they were clay to be molded at will.
Frank felt as though his penis would burst at any minute, not just at the end but all
along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of little Betty's rectum held it 
viselike and hot. The woman was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises around the
cock in her mouth and he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was
driving her forward so far that Sam's upward bucking cock sank into her throat all the
way up the thickened base of his cock. He could feel Jenny's mouth following him,
sucking and probing his desperately clenching rectum with lewd enthusiasm,
shamelessly now, as though she had discovered an entirely new sexual satisfaction that
she had not known existed.
Betty felt the cock in her ass jerk and began to realize that something fantastic was
about to happen, that her old friend, and her husband's old friend Frank was swelling
and on the verge of exploding inside her wide-split, brutalized rectum. There was a
muffled gurgle behind her and she felt his huge throbbing rod of flesh burst like a dam
as he gave one last tremendous buttock-flattening thrust into the back of her upraised
buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in spurt after spurt far into the depths of her
asshole. Betty thought the ejaculating cock would never stop shooting into her and
could feel the hot sticky fluid over-flowing around the instrument and forcing its way
out of the stretched opening of her rectum that was encircling the base of the shaft like
a tightly sucking mouth. She gasped out a deep sigh of regret as she felt the deflated
and limply hanging cock slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a barely
discernible wet, slurping sound as it slipped out from between her full white globes.
Then came a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her crotch as she continued to
suck and swipe with her tongue at the cock still in her mouth. Sam too was
approaching his orgasm and she was certain that the flexing and swelling sex organ
would grow to such a size that her lips would tear painfully apart at the sides of her
mouth.
"God... Shit! I'm cumming!" the muscular man screamed, his words muffled by the
grinding force of Molly's moist pussy down into his face. Betty choked, almost gagging,
as her virile young husband's hot load shot into her throat, welling up to fill her rosy
cheeks until she had to swallow madly to keep up with his great torrent of gushing
cum. Still, it was too much for her and thin trails of the milky white juice oozed out of
her mouth and down onto the thick veins of cock and, further down, onto the nowspent 
balls that she had sucked and tickled earlier.
Molly was also nearing orgasm, twisting her hips down to receive every bit of ecstatic
pleasure she could get from the man's tongue running fast and furious along the spread
slit of her twitching pussy. Even though he had cum, the eager Sam licked gluttonously
at her flame-seared cunt.
"I'm cumming... tooooo!" Molly shrieked. She reached her hands down beneath Sam's
head, tangling her fingers in the thick thatch of his dark hair, and pulled upward to
press the handsome young face hard into her streaming crotch, rolling and wiggling her
flanks in spastic uncontrollable passion.
Jenny and Betty watched the display of orgasm, envious that they had not yet been
brought to completion themselves. Frank seemed to understand and with a heroic
compassionate effort, raised himself to his knees from the floor where had had fallen
exhausted a moment before. He rolled Betty over on her back and began to hold open
her long, flawless legs, pried open the semen drenched thighs until he could see the
tight vestal slit of her soft hair-lined little pussy. He began licking and sucking at her
naked cunt crazily with one hand he reached up to knead one of her tits and dropped
his other hand down to cup her smooth young mother's ass, his fingers creeping down
into the crevice to tease her still-oozing anus. He circled it a short while and then
inserted two fingers up to the second knuckle, causing her to flinch and throw her cunt
up onto his long protruding tongue which he drove into the hotness of her cuntal lips.
She screamed and started a spasmodic up and down movement pushing her ass against
his fingers and then her loosening vagina into his mouth. Her nipples thrummed and
threatened to crack, they were so hard, and she could sense a strange building of
sensation in her clitoris where he jabbed and nibbled and sucked like a maniac.
"Don't stop! Oh, please... please please don't ever stop! I'm cummmiingggg, I'm
cummminnggggggggggg... oh! I'm cuummmiiinnnnng!" Betty yelled, the rising scream
of her first climax mingling with the cries of the little baby who had woken up and was
bawling in the crib.
After a short time, while the worn out people heaved and gulped, Frank rose valiantly
again. "One down," he said gazing at Betty who still lay on the floor while her
redheaded friend tended the baby, "and one to go." He was referring to Jenny, who still
hadn't been given the chance to reach her climax.
"Hey!" Frank said, astonished as he looked around the small, narrow room and couldn't
see her. "Where the hell did she go, anyway?" The others had been too utterly
exhausted to notice or worry.


Chapter 8

Jenny Fields was running out of the trailer park and all the way down the highway
towards her suburban home, buttoning up her shirt as she ran, pulling on her jacket.
She was not crying, upset or distraught. In fact, she had never felt better, freer, in her
life. Something had snapped in her mind as she sat there on the floor of the trailer
watching the four friends enjoy each other. She realized that it was their life she was
observing, not her own. She already had a good thing going... a man of her own, her
husband, John.
On her mind was one thought only: to get home, to freshen up, to be ready for John
when he arrived home from work. She no longer regretted the events of the day... and
the day before... her brief adulterous encounter with Sam the handyman, her acts of
masturbation, and her actual sexual intercourse with her German Shepherd. She
realized that she had needed to go through all that to free herself from ghosts of the
past, to re-ignite her body with a burning flame of desire for her own, sweet man, John.
Her run slowed to a walk, though her walk remained brisk. Dark was coming on early,
and she was glad. She was planning a romantic evening for the two of them, and she
wanted it to begin as soon as possible. She would chill that bottle of champagne she had
been saving for she didn't know what occasion. She'd take a duck out of the freezer and
prepare it a l'orange. They'd have a sumptuous, candlelit dinner... if they ever got to
eat. The outfit she envisioned herself wearing might tempt John away from any desire
for actual food. And that was what she had in mind! The lounging outfit had a deep,
provoking cleavage which displayed her luscious full breasts to full advantage, and was
cut out in various places to reveal bare flesh, one such place being a circle around her
stomach in the middle of which, like a bull's eye on an archery target, her navel was
revealed. Another place, in the back, curved dangerously low almost to the point where
her spine ended and spiraled up to a thin strip near the neck. The material was a
clinging, slinky gold. It would really turn him on!

* * *

John Fields did not go directly home from work that evening. He had spent the whole
day working himself into a jealous rage about what might have happened yesterday
between the workman Sam and his wife. True, he had actually planned for there to be
some spark ignited between the two... he had been desperate at that point for
something, anything, to turn that frigid bitch on.
God, he'd never thought he would think of her that way... but he did now. He'd had
it... he was washed up. A man's ego could only take so much and she had pushed him
to the limits. He knew there were plenty of women who would give anything to be in
Jenny's position. Hell, they were almost always coming on to him wherever he went. To
Jenny he was an old man... but to other women he appealed as someone experienced,
distinguished, mature.
True, he was no eighteen-year-old buck... but what he lacked in raw youth, he more
than made up for in technique, the knowledge of what pleased a woman, and himself.
He'd been sure he would be able to bring Jenny around, awaken her to life again... but
it had been impossible, unrealistic to think he could compete with a corpse, a memory.
Hell, if she wanted that young mechanic, he could have her... if he wanted her. But
even as John said this to himself, he felt a twinge of regret. He loved the girl, he really
loved her and cared what became of her, and even if she chose another man, he wanted
to see her set and taken care of.
He opened the right hand drawer of his office desk, took out a small silver flask and a
shot glass and poured himself a drink. The burning liquor felt good going down his
throat, warmed his insides, cleared his brain. He locked up the office and walked across
the parking lot to his station wagon.
Even though his automobile's gas tank registered full, he thought he'd stop by the gas
station on the way home from work.
Less than an hour later, there were two men sitting in John Fields' station wagon as it
sped down the highway towards Fields' suburban home. Next to Fields in the
passenger's seat was Sam who was filling Fields in on the details of that day, and the
day before. At first, when he'd seen Fields' car squeal into the gas station, Sam had
thought he was in for a fight. He was relieved when he saw that Fields didn't want a
fight, but an explanation and some advice.
The older man had not seemed the least surprised when Sam admitted that he had
fucked his wife the day before. He told Sam he had already reconciled himself to the
truth of that possibility. But Sam's description of that afternoon's orgy with the two
women sucking and eating his balls and cock, then the addition of the other couple, the
sodomizing, the oral sex, Jenny's tongue reaming of the stranger's nakedly spread
rectum... all that had made Fields practically speechless, although he did keep
encouraging Sam to fill in the details and describe each combination and action. He had
heard of such swinging parties, but he had never participated in one, and it shocked
him that his frigid wife would stick around when such a thing was taking place... and
more than that... would actually become part of it!
As he drove along at high speed, Fields felt angrier and angrier. He had been the fool
long enough. Obviously, he had been too kind and understanding with Jenny... but that
was all over. He had asked Sam to come with him to him to his house for one reason
only... and no matter how much his "sweet," "innocent" wife protested, he was going to 
do exactly as he pleased with her.
As they approached the house, Sam was beginning to have second thoughts. He had
neglected to tell Fields about Jenny's unannounced and abrupt departure that
afternoon... he didn't want to suggest to the older man that Jenny had left the trailer
upset and hysterical... which Sam admitted to himself was a possibility... for fear that
the man would hold him, Sam, responsible. And to tell the truth, Sam thought to
himself, he did feel a little guilty about not going after her to make sure she was all
right. He had just been so exhausted from all that sucking and fucking... and soon after
one round had finished another had begun and that beautiful little girlfriend of Frank's
had begun to suck him off again... hell, maybe he should have gotten up and gone after
Jenny... but he just couldn't tear himself away.
When they pulled into the driveway, they both noticed at once that the house was dark.
Sam began to worry that the woman had never even made it home. He followed Fields
into the house, through the darkened kitchen, down a long hallway. Both men were
feeling concern when they saw that Jenny was nowhere in sight. God... had she chosen
to run away... had she not taken her sexual liberation as well as both men had
assumed?
"Jenny! You home?" John Fields called out.
"I'm in here, in the living room, darling," Jenny's voice answered. "Come on in. I've
been waiting for you."
They walked to the living room, Fields leading the way, Sam close behind him, and
entered the room. Fields' breath caught in his throat when he saw that his gorgeous
dark-haired wife was stretched out on the couch, the dim candlelight in the room
revealing that she was dressed in the sexy gold lounging outfit that he had bought for
her... and that she had never before worn. Its clinging material revealed her full upright
breasts, the bud-like nipples already hard as though she had been manipulating them in
preparation for his arrival. The flat, firm plane of her stomach swooped enticingly down
to the vee of her groin, rounding out then to her lovely hips and tapering in again to
the symmetry of her rounded thighs.
Fields began to undo the front of his trousers, his eyes still fixed on Jenny's plump
breasts as she held out her arms to welcome him in an embrace.
"Jesus, Mr. Fields, she really looks like she wants it," Sam remarked, emerging from the
shadows. At the sight of him Jenny's mouth lost its enticing smile and now it was her
turn to gasp with surprise. What was going on here? What did Sam's presence mean? It
could only mean one thing, Jenny realized. John must know all about what had
happened... He must know that she had been unfaithful... he must know...
Fearfully, she looked up at John's face. His customary look of kindness was gone and in
its place a lewd gleam of lust in his eyes as he worked hastily to rid himself of his
cumbersome clothes. His prick was already humming tight and climbing higher every
second, just as Sam's was.
"Wait... please... let me explain," Jenny stammered, looking from one to the other of the
men, noting with horror that they were both stripping, both watching her with lustfilled, 
crazed expressions. Both advancing with enormous, thickly erect cocks.
But Fields was not in the mood for hearing explanations. He took one of Jenny's hands
and placed it on his pulsing, erect prick. Mindless with fear and passion, she obediently
clasped his rod and began stroking it in time with her unconsciously undulating hips,
her eyes beginning to close with a slight dizziness caused by the sudden turn of events...
what were they going to do to her?... Why was Sam there too? But she was so aroused
from the afternoon's events, from her anticipation for the last few hours of her
husband's return from work that she was already transported by arousal. She couldn't
help herself... she should be afraid, she thought, she should run... but all she could
think about was the prick in her hand.
She squeezed and jerked at the cock, delighting in its hardness, and then she saw Sam's
huge member looming before her, asking for attention. She seized it also, pulling it
forward, feeling the huge head sliding slickly with its oozing semen in her hand. Their
hands came from nowhere to clutch and knead her swollen tits, their fingers scrabbling
to find her bursting nipples to pinch them, driving her mad with an ever-increasing
tempo of shameless desire, a desire not unmixed with fear.
"What are you going to do to me?" she moaned mindlessly at John who had already
begun to lift her from the couch and drag her to an open expanse of wall-to-wall carpet
to get her into the desired position for a sandwich fuck – the double fucking by two
men at once, an experience he knew that most women longed for but seldom enjoyed
in reality.
"Get on your back, Sam," John panted, indicating with a sweep of his hand where Sam
should lie then shifting Jenny's writhing body on top of the youth's hard stomach while
he tore her dress off her and threw it to one side. He then positioned himself behind
her, his knees between their splayed out legs. He was shaking violently, poker-hot with
anger, and animal lust; he had never dreamed that such debauchery, such glorious
depravity could be enjoyed with his staid little wife, and now here she was, subjugated,
naked, available as a common whore. He only wondered why he had waited so long!
"Jenny, do you hear me? I'm going to fuck you... in your asshole!" John hissed at her.
"And your friend Sam here is going to ram his big prick up your cunt! Do you
understand?"
"Oh, please, John, please don't hurt me... I'm sorry John," she cried. "Sorry about
everything... I'll make it up to you... I'll never do it with anybody but you, never again."
"Just do what I tell you," John said, feeling no pity but only lust for his naked, writhing,
ashamed and afraid young wife.
Her mind was nearly insensate as she felt the pit of her stomach roiling with desire for
the two men despite herself. Her thighs were quivering with anticipation for what
John's vile words told her the two men were going to do to her... both cocks... both
enormous cocks... could she take it? Not only was her vagina very small, her anus was
undefiled.
John opened her buttocks wide with both hands, reaching in with his thumb to probe
at her tiny, unviolated anus. She looked down at Sam beneath her, a plea for help in
her eyes. But Sam was not watching her face. He was staring at her naked, lush breasts
hanging down in front of him. She looked behind her to see John stroking his thick,
blue-veined cock, pulling his foreskin back, exposing the big bulbous head as he readied
himself to implant the thing deep up in her rectum.
How would anything that big ever fit into her anus? she wondered as he spread open
her thighs still further and aimed his glistening cock-head directly at her asshole, feeling
a slight pang of fear himself at the thought of such a large fleshy thing entering her
there.
But she deserved this... and he wanted it... so he guided his stiff cock up to her tight
puckered nether entrance. She held her breath as she felt the smooth, rubbery head
touch her rectum, tease there for a while, then press harder, then harder still until it
popped suddenly through the snug elastic ring. The pain was excruciating and sent
waves of agony through her entire lower body, but John caught hold of her shoulders
and pushed harder, inch by inch slipping further into her burning asshole, until at last
he shoved the full length of his cock into her up to its hair-covered hilt, his balls
slapping harshly against the backs of her thighs. She screamed, again and again, first in
agony, then in increasing pleasure, mewled like an animal bitch and gradually sank
back her white buttocks to take in more of his jerking cock.
"Come on, Sam, take what you want," John shouted down at the glassy-eyed young
man beneath Jenny. He needed no further permission and grasped his throbbing
weapon with one hand to place its great fanning head against the lips of Jenny's wet,
ready pussy. He'd heard of getting involved in other people's problems before... but this
was too much... too much!
Feeling the moist, pressure-tight channel of her vagina, he pushed upwards and Jenny
groaned piteously as the monstrous cock wormed up into her, inch by inch, until she
could feel the hardness of his pubic bone against her erect clitoris. She whimpered
helplessly, both with the throbbing pain and also with the humiliating posture she had
suddenly been thrust into, sandwiched like a slut-whore between her grunting husband
and the young handyman, both of whom were now fucking in and out of her with their
angry, fiery cocks. This was a far cry from the cool, slow, romantic seduction she had
been planning for John all afternoon... but this was what she deserved! She could feel
every ridge and vein on them as they thrust deeper into her lovely white body with only
the thin layer of fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt separating the huge, hard
columns.
John was fucking wildly now, ramming his prick all the way into her with a wet
slithering rush and then dragging it out almost to the head. He could look down and
see his plunging cock shoving and pulling at the stretched thin ring of anal flesh as it
gluttonously sucked up and swallowed the lust-hardened shaft. Below, his own prick, he
could see Sam's cock skewering into her hair-lined cunt, spreading the soft clinging lips
wide and almost to the tearing point. And he could feel it too, inside Jenny, as the
younger man reamed wetly into her, all the way up to her cervix, battering it cruelly,
threatening to break through the fragile tissue and on into the deeper confines of her
stomach.
"Oooohhhh!!" she groaned aloud like some bitch in heat as both husband and young
man screwed into her as though she were a helpless ragdoll impaled on the two stiff,
rampaging cocks. Then, as if on a prearranged signal, they began to fuck into her in
unison, withdrawing together and then ramming simultaneously back up into her
cuntal and rectal passages. My God, it was good – no, beautiful! she thought dazedly as
they roughly battered her rhythmically between them, glad now that her husband had
chosen to use her this way..."More... Oh, more! Fuck harder, faster!" she shouted at her
husband and the man, grinding her asshole and cunt down on them to meet their
thrusts and bury as much of the two cocks in her as she could. She felt John's hands
digging into her soft flesh of her hips as he held her for support, then arched down her
neck so she could watch as well as feel Sam's big hands squeezing and milking her
heavy, swollen tits. Her nipples were achingly rigid and dug into his palms like tiny
pebbles.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" John said through his tightly-clenched teeth.
"Oh, yesssss, yyeessssssss," she groaned, her eyes rolling in her tossing head as she
tightened more hungrily around the cocks relentlessly pounding into her wet,
defenseless passages with a rhythm that made her think vaguely of oil wells in a place
she had visited once, and still they pounded against the drenched area of her two
ravaged passages, fucking faster and faster until her tongue hung out loosely between
her lips and she gasped desperately for air, her dark hair spilling down and swaying as
she worked to keep up with their steadily accelerating pace. She hoped it would last
forever, this delicious double fucking, the most wonderful, exciting, maddening
screwing she had ever had. She wanted to tell them, to thank them and kiss them, yet
her brain was too flooded with ecstasy to even form the words on her lips. Instead, she
bucked all the harder, trying to demonstrate the pleasure she felt but could not say. It
was an unknown kind of masochistic joy, maybe as much from the sheer helplessness
of her role as from the lewd lovely thought of being fucked half to death by two men at
once like this. Whatever it was, it was heaven and she was rocked by one orgasm after
another, until she thought she would never cum again, but did, time and again.
And then, her brain reeled anew as she heard a low ape-like groan suddenly escape
from deep in the throat of the sweating, pump-boy filling her cunt with his thick cock.
She peered down between her bruised breasts, still locked in the boy's steely grip to
watch his cock begin throbbing out its vulgar hot liquid deep inside her sucking cunt.
She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as deeply into her as it could
possibly go to shoot its hot flood of sperm far, far up into her wildly contracting belly.
Then she saw the lewd white fluid of his pent-up desire bubbling and overflowing out
around his tightly sheathed penis and down the insides of her wide-spread thighs.
"Oohh! Oohh! Augh!" Sam cried out, jamming up into her crazily a last long time,
causing her to jump from the pain of his blunt cock-head against her cervix, then
collapsed back on the bed as his own sperm dripped out of her and down onto his
completely drained testicles.
Jenny could feel John's hot load building up to the bursting point as his prick thickened
and flexed in her desperately contracting rectum, and she clamped even harder on it to
speed on his orgasm. Suddenly he felt the obscene boiling river of his cum shoot with a
spurting thud against the depths of her asshole as he pitched out of control with her
own final cumming the electric sensations of fulfillment rippling through every bone
and muscle of her body like a current of unbearable pleasure. She could feel every
jerking pulsation of his spewing cock as it emptied his lust-born deposit of hot white
cream deep, deep up into her still-sucking bowels.
For what seemed hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent living room until
finally John rolled over from between Jenny's buttocks, his deflating cock slipping from
her flooded asshole with a slight, sucking popping sound. Thin strings of his sticky
white cum still spanned the short distance between the end of his penis and her slowly
closing anus. Jenny felt a quick draft of cool evening air from the window flow over her
naked crotch like a soothing balm to her thoroughly used, deliciously aching genitals.
She lay them between the sprawled forms of John and Sam her legs still open as the
pink loose folds of her vulvae glistened with the sticky white fluid that dribbled out
from deep in her dilated womb. Then streams of it trickling out to run down into the
soft yielding crevice of her buttocks and mix with that of John's oozing from her forever
stretched rectum.
Jenny rested quietly in the stillness, feeling the gentle sea breeze drying the sweat
soaked body. The two men flanking her were motionless and, as she turned her head to
ask about her husband's reaction to the orgiastic experience, she realized that he had
drifted into sleep, completely drained by the wild fucking he had arranged for his wife.
The lovely brunette felt a momentary spasm of disappointment – there had been so
much that she wanted to tell him... but then she realized that she had a whole lifetime
to tell him and furthermore, she was pretty' exhausted herself. Smiling slightly, she
remembered that it had been an amazing few days... days which she hoped would be
repeated for the rest of her life.
She stretched her tired body out on the plush carpet, almost purring in a state of
complete contentment. She knew she was cherished and loved, even respected and
completely, beautifully satisfied. Though it had been frightening, and perhaps a little
humiliating, to have those two huge cocks ramming into her loins, she now realized
that John had been right to do that to her.
She turned and watched Sam who hand now risen to retrieve his clothes, to dress, to
return home to his wife and child. She no longer felt that it was him she loved, or the
Sam she remembered through him... she only regretted that he was leaving and that she
wouldn't have two men to perform again in the morning when she awoke all the
thrilling and sensual acts three abandoned, primitive people could dream up.
But John would be enough for her, she realized, and putting one long slender arm
around her husband she nestled against him right there on the living room floor and
fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.


Chapter 9

In the morning Jenny fields was awakened by the pop of a champagne cork. Her eyelids
fluttered open and she saw her husband John smiling down at her from where he stood
next to the bed, a frosty green bottle in one hand, two stem glasses in the other.
"How... how did I get in here?" she said, realizing at once that he had carried her to her
own bedroom sometime during the night. She recalled now what she thought was a
dream of hands roving over her naked flesh, her thighs, her breasts, lips sucking her
nipples, hot breath on her moist, tingling pussy, the tip of a tongue against her
clitoris...
"Good morning, Darling," he said, handing her one of the glasses. "I thought we
should start our new life together off right, and I just happened to find champagne
chilling in the refrigerator. Nice coincidence."
"Right," she said. "I couldn't have thought of a better idea myself." But she did not
immediately drink the bubbly amber liquid that John poured for her. Instead she
reached for him and drew him down onto the bed, spread his legs and crawled between
them, grasping his hardening shaft with her hands, her eyes staring at his tremendous
balls in wonder and amazement. He watched her, sipping out of his glass, enjoying the
pleasurable sensations she was creating, enjoying the spectacle of her eyes widening in
admiration of him, his spread muscular thighs, the curly greying hair that matted his
pelvis like a feathery pillow, the huge cock growing out of his pelvis with its massive sac
beneath.
The sight of him was like a soothing ointment to her adulterous conscience. Had he
forgiven her for what he knew? How much did he know? And would he forgive if he
knew... everything? With both hands she extracted the dark-red glans of his prick from
the heavy foreskinned sheath, drawing it down slowly away from the spongy glistening
flesh of its mushroomed head, her eyes planted desirously on the tiny drops of cum-like
liquid oozing from its split tip, and excitedly, she licked them away.
Oh God, how she loved him! She really loved him, John Fields! And she'd betrayed
him! What lowly thing could she do to prove to him and herself that she loved him
with all of her heart? Eat and drink his sperm? Lick and suck his balls, his asshole?
Anything! Anything!
But just then he set down his champagne glass and reached for her, lifting her easily,
drawing her up and laying her beside him. His moves surprised her... he had never
treated her this way before... it was clear that it was he who was making the decisions.
"The pre-play games are over, Darling," he said softly, maneuvering himself between
her legs. "The kissing and licking and sucking... they're beautiful... but I'm going to
take what's mine now... I'm not going to wait any longer. I'm going to fuck you, Jenny.
I'm going to shove every inch of this prick into you and fuck you silly."
She had never heard him talk this way before, and for some reason it frightened her.
Her feelings towards him, she now realized, had always been those of a daughter for
her father, and she felt almost embarrassed by those words coming from his mouth. It
seemed inappropriate... it seemed incestuous! She tried to squirm away, but she saw
that the look in his eyes was determined.
He fixed himself in the proper aggressive position, his huge cock dangling above the
defenseless split down between her open legs. He smiled down at her. Christ, she was
beautiful! Her dark hair was fanned out on the pillow and her almost virginal face sent
shocks of sealed away delight soaring through him. Her breasts, so rotund and erect, so
white with their hard, ruby-like nipples teasing him... the way her hips slendered in to
her pinched waist, and the soft smooth flesh of her belly gradually becoming hidden
beneath the silken dark pubic hair that composed a natural, fluffy V at her pelvis; she
was young, but she was fully a woman... he would make her know this and know it in a
way that she had never known before. Her childish games were over. Her childish
fantasies about the adolescent, groping sex she had shared with her young man, Sam.
Now he was going to show her what love could be...
At this moment she was thinking of Sam, too. This was the first time, she realized that
she had been alone with John since her recent sexual awakening... and now she
wondered if she had changed at all. All the old feelings came flooding back into her,
and she wondered if she depended on Sam to get excited. Could she love John for
himself? Was she irrevocably tied to the memory of a dead man, or his surrogate?
''Take it, Jenny... take it in your hand and put it where it belongs," he said
commandingly, breaking through her thoughts. "That's it... place it right there... right
there!"
"Listen to me, John... I can't... I can't go through with this... I don't know why," she
whimpered. "I... I just can't!"
"Don't whimper! You're wasting your time, Honey. I've listened to your begging long
enough. I've made up my mind. You're going to get fucked by me... and like it!" he said
with finality.
"Oh... oh John, Darling... oh please... you don't have to be so vulgar about it! What's
got in to you?"
"Wasn't he vile about it yesterday, Jenny?" he spat at her, anger flushing him at her
words. "Did he use the word fuck? Or did he just lick your cunt and let it go at that?"
"John!"
"John, shit!" he exclaimed. "What do you take me for, some kind of fool? No... now
listen, Baby... I don't want to make an issue of it. I don't care! You understand? I don't
care whose asshole you licked... I don't care what you did yesterday... but don't hold
out on me! Understand?"
My God, she thought. He knew everything! Everything! For a long moment she lay
quiet, holding his cock in her hands, her slender fingers gripping it lightly. She moved
it to the entrance of her vagina and aimed it point blank at the quivering tiny mouth.
She was ashamed, deeply ashamed... and she knew that she really wanted him... she
wanted it...she wanted him to enter her. She lay with her knees raised slightly, her
thighs widespread, his cock caught between her two hands as he hung on raised arms
above her, the penitent thoughts in her mind of yesterday sickening her...
"Now, Baby," he said, lowering the weight of his hips until she felt the nose of his
prick-head nuzzling against her small, quivering vaginal mouth.
"Oh... oh God, John, oh!" she cried... wanting him now, tortured with the waiting.
John's mind was reeling. This was it, at last, consummation of his marriage with this
slender young beauty he loved so much. God he loved her. He loved her with all his
heart! And now he was going to fuck her!
Jenny could feel the massive head of his prick snug against the small opening of her
cuntal passage. In spite of the events of the last few days, she felt like a virgin. She felt
as if no one had ever entered her before. She felt his cock growing, ever pressing
forward to force the lips and entrance open further. Oh, how she wanted him! And now
she was going to have him, her animalistic, powerful husband. He had her under
control now... and there was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do! He was going to
fuck her with his big, manly prick! And then, he bent down and kissed her and
whispered, "Hold tight, Baby... this is it!"
He took his thick shaft from her hands, easing back slightly, and then she felt the
bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, wetly parting the soft, dark pubic
hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt. The tiny opening into her channel gave
reluctantly, the tight elastic entrance offering near-virginal resistance. She held her
breath fearfully as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the enormous rash of
pain/pleasure.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, skirting into a miasma of pleasurable darkness.
John felt a wave of pleasure wash through him at her soulful groan; he couldn't restrain
the near evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth as he shoved a little
further, enjoying the slow, torturous way he was entering her, wanting both of them to
get the most out of every second's advance. He shoved a little further, determined in his
mind that there was no respite for her this time. Those days were gone; there was no
backing off now, or ever again! She was his, his to use as he pleased!
She emitted another long, low groan from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Oh, God! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh John!"
He continued to grin down at her beautiful face, amazed by the contradictory feelings
surging within him, affectionate, compassionate love, and a lust that knew no limits.
His huge cock burrowed by fractions of an inch further into her tiny cuntal passage, her
moans of pleasure as it slipped in sending unanticipated sensations of delight racing
through him.
"Oooohhh... God Almighty!" she cried as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and
harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs... and then, to
her terror filled amazement, the tip, with a light popping sound, slipped inside just
beyond the coronal rim and Jenny could not hold back her choking cry of pleasure.
Her mind was reeling! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of
the small, moist hole between her legs! She couldn't stand the pleasure it was a strange
torment, beyond human belief! Never had she felt such intensity as her husband
beloved and huge prick entered her!
John Fields could barely contain the excitement his beautiful naked wife's pleading
moans were bringing him at the slow and never before relentless penetration of her
cunt. He felt like he should have felt as a new groom on his wedding night, each
whimper and writhing imploration adding fuel to his mounting lust, and again and
again he flexed his hips with hardly perceptible movements to slip a portion a measure
deeper into her, until at last, he knew he couldn't wait any longer... he'd waited too
long to ram it to her as it was! He had to fuck her now, now, now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, in direct contrast to the meek and solicitous John
Fields he had been, who at that precise moment gave up the ghost forever. He lowered
his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm, breasts beneath his powerful chest as
he thrust his hips simultaneously, and his long, bulky cock plunged into her moist,
clasping pussy with the brutal force of a tree-trunk, spiraling the soft, tender walls of
her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding it back until
its huge rubbery tip battered hard back up against her cervix and she let off an earth
shattering cry.
"Ooooohhhhhhh John! Oh, oh... oh God!" she wailed, screwing her lush firm buttocks
down into the mattress in writhing pleasure. Her legs, splayed apart, flailed out in the
air helplessly on either side of his strong muscular body, kicking and jerking in her
agonizing rapture as he pinned her securely to the bed beneath. "Ooohhh...
Ooooooooohhhhhh!" she continued to groan loudly, lying beneath him and completely
stuffed with his huge prick that throbbed tremendously sunk to the very depths of her
belly and beyond. Christ in heaven! She'd had no idea it could ever make her feel so
good, her husband's penis... her own husband!
She loved him, and she'd love him from this moment forward until the day he died!
With on inhuman plunge of his bestial prick he had taught her everything she needed
to know about loving him. It amazed her that his jealous desire and warped rage and
vengeance had brought out a part of him which she had never seen before... a part
without which she could never again do! She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of his
stallion-like rod of solid flesh inside her enclosed like a sword in the moist, tight sheath
of her cuntal passage.
"Oh... oh God almighty!" she moaned again, her eyes damp from the tears of joy.
"You're an animal, that's what you are. An animal, a fucking animal... and I love it, I
love it... I want you to fuck me... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Her lewd words, spewed at him from her tender lips that had never spoken anything
but phrases of tender and sweet affection, filled him with an even stronger feeling of
carnal lust increased by the lust-filled fermentations her clasping, moist cunt-walls were
causing.
Fuck! Nothing else mattered. He was finally into Jenny... his own wife... and he couldn't
hold back his proud licentious little snicker. She lay beneath him, thoroughly under his
control as his outrageously thick, throbbing shaft of flesh pressed tightly against her
cervix, sunk unbelievably into the obscenely stretched split down between her
widespread thighs. She had never imagined that she could feel such utter and total
subjugation... and then she realized that her subjugation was only beginning...
suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move. She sucked in her breath, holding it in
anticipation of what was to come! He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the
huge head of his prick burrowing even deeper and deeper into her, wedging and
tunneling into the secret far reaches beyond her cervix!
"Oh! Oh, John, yes! Yeeeeeesssssss!" she implored. Then, she felt him raise his heavy
weight up off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his
widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart until the blood-engorged head of his
prick was nudging far, far inside and up at the very base of her belly... and slowly, he
began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her
helpless body back and forth like a whimpering ragdoll beneath him while he fucked
furiously and unbelievably into her!
Her brain felt like a picture of outer space with all those tiny stars and planets whirling
and spinning in confusion from his pummeling of her crotch; she could hardly believe
that he was actually pistoning with such force his immense pole in and out of her tight
passage...
As for Fields, the feeling of his wife's hot, moist cuntal flesh wrapped around his prick
was a heavenly sensation more wonderful than anything he remembered experiencing.
Oh, he'd had plenty of other women, all right, but none of them had given him the
rapture he was now enthralled in. Now, the only thought pervading his brain was to get
it all into her, every last fraction of an inch, and her hot little cunt was grasping in
beautiful reception to him. He felt as if his prick was boring into her very belly causing
her cries to soften into near whining mewls that emitted from deep in her chest.
Jenny felt him lever himself up more strategically above her sprawled, defenseless body,
never ceasing his chafing, punching, in and out motion but forever digging deeper
inside her, numbing yet stimulating motions that seemed to force her body to respond
of its own volition, the surprising little sensations of passion beginning to ripple
through her uncontrollably. She opened her eyes and gaped up at him; he was blurred
through her tears of passion, but she could see that his handsome face was fixed in an
expression of sensual delight, his eyes looking down between widespread thighs where
his hardened prick was plunging into her.
Suddenly she was aware of his hot, hair-covered balls swaying down against her naked
buttocks... just flicking lightly their wiry little hairs grazing the insides of her soft white
ass-cheeks in exciting titillation as he tried to skewer more of his great cock into her.
The envisioning thought sponsored a new tingling licentiousness to ripple through her,
and automatically she raised her thighs, drawing her legs back towards her breasts in an
effort of help.
She was loving it! She never believed it possible, but she was! His stupendous cock had
entered her, plunged all the way to impossible depths inside her cuntal channel and
reached her in a way she had never dreamed possible. Her sweet man, her darling
husband, her provider, her lover most of all, and she loved him back, not a daughter's
love for a father, but as a husband, as her husband! Oh God! He was ramming again,
the huge mushroomed head of his prick making way where there was no way to be
made. It was agonizingly beautiful... pleasure and pain blended with a heady drink of
the gods... he had known how to give her this pleasure all along, she thought, but he
had been too tender and protective to think of ramming it into her this way! But that
was then and this was now, and all she could do was writhe in appreciative sensual joy.
And then, they struck home! She felt his balls in their hot velvety massiveness slap
tightly into the crevice of her upraised ass, taunting her tiny anus with their masculine
dominance, slapping against it, grazing it... Ooooh!
"Darling!" she gasped. "I-I'm going to! Lover... John, my angel... forgive me! I love you..
love you! Oh God, Darling... I'm going to cum! Oooh! Oooohhh! Darling... Darling...
fuck me! Deep... deep! Ooohhh, it's so beautiful... yes! Yes, now! Here it
cuummmmmssssssss!"
John couldn't help but smile benevolently down at her. He'd always be the
understanding kind and humane man, he knew. Besides, he loved her! She was his own
Jenny, and all of the anger he'd felt before was quickly obliterated by the beautiful
sounds of her erotic words. He might have realized that love, at least their
interpretation of love, was founded on more solid footing than even adulterous
infidelity could destroy! Besides, she was giving herself fully to him now, he was
fucking her and she was cumming! They had finally discovered each other... truly
become one! Christ, he felt as if he might burst right out bawling!
And then he sensed it... the warm, moist viscidness drenching his heavy cock buried in
the tunneled depths of her receptive cunt that he'd reamed for himself. She screamed in
carnal release, bucking her exquisitely convulsing vagina up tightly on his thrusting
cock, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, her head tossing wildly, while her
new born cunt throbbed and emitted wild gushes of hot, thick fluid spilling from
between her swollen, hair-lined vaginal lips, bathing his prick, pelvis and balls in an
immersion of salacious bliss.
Even after her peak had passed, she clung to him and he continued to fuck furiously
into her, his mind a carousel of ever-growing lust and delight at the mere thought of
their new found ecstasy. She drew back her legs until her knees touched her shoulders
and held them there with her hands, squeezing her throbbing, hardened nippled breasts
into dazzling, ruby-capped towers of white, velvety flesh between, whispering up at him
and begging him to forgive her for everything imaginable from the day she was born.
John stared down between their sweat-filmed bodies to watch her moist, grasping cunt
slide up and down his huge cock with lewd fascination, the thick pink ridges of coral
tinted flesh pulling out and clinging to it when he drew out of her, then the ravishing
hole absorbing those same soft folds back again as it swallowed the glistening length of
his prick racing into her, hearing and feeling the wet smack of his pelvis and balls
battering against her deliciously upturned buttocks. There had never been anything
before equal to it; even in his moist lascivious dreams of how it would be with her he'd
never imagined it would be like this! And he couldn't get enough... would never get
enough!
Hungrily, he pummeled into her receptive cunt, pushing the unresisting moist folds of
cuntal flesh again and again in rippling waves before the smooth rubbery head of his
thick, throbbing prick. Then he began longer and harder thrusts into the seething
channel, feeling its quivering moist walls clasping hungrily in a muscular rhythm
around his swollen penis, her obscenely expanding hole slithering up onto it and
devouring like a rapacious mouth its great length to the hilt. His balls danced and
slapped into the trickling wetness of her widespread buttocks with a vengeance. She
groaned loudly in her passion at the complete filling of her inhumanly stretched
passage while he plunged and swayed and ground into her. Once more, her lovely head
began to flail wildly as her beautiful mouth gasped in abandoned ecstasy.
She was cumming again and she clutched at him wantonly while he hammered his
great cock into her with near-savage elation. She choked and whimpered, tears of joy
streaming down her cheeks. Christ, no man had ever known more erotic pleasure, he
thought, enraptured by the captivating sight of her in the extreme throes of her sensual
bliss... and he wished to God that it could just go on forever.
Yet, in his peaked lust, he continued to move frenziedly in and out of her, while she
clung to him passionately, and with gasps of broken sentences he told her how much
he loved her, of his plans for her future, their future... and minutes later, she came
again.
Twice more Jenny climaxed before he reluctantly unleashed the well of boiling sperm
from his bloated balls, her last time at the precise second his bull-like spurts began to
squirt into her.
She cried out in utter madness beneath him, feeling the seething jets of viscid semen
shoot into her belly to slosh insanely about, and she offered her enchanted crotch and
cunt up to him in subservient reacceptance. Her head swam with lurid sensuality as the
hot streams of his raging cum splattered deliciously into her, filling her to the near
bursting point with its sticky whiteness, and the warm pulsing walls of her vagina
clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the horrendous, jerking organ like a
sucking, starving mouth.
For a long time afterwards, he held her tenderly, his cock still slightly erect inside her,
his loins churning vibrantly. He smiled to himself when he realized that his Jenny slept
in pleasant exhaustion in his arms.


Epilogue

Through Saturday and Sunday, John and Jenny Fields did not leave the house. They
rarely left their bedroom. In the warmth of the house while the autumn wind outside
turned the season towards winter, the two enjoyed the honeymoon they never had.
They slept, they ate ravenously, they made love in every conceivable, imaginable
combination and they got to know each other as deeply and thoroughly as only those
can who are very much in love.
Jenny learned what it meant to be woman and to love a man. John finally reaped the
rewards of his patient efforts with his wife. Neither had ever known such happiness and
for long hours they simply lay in each others arms, gazing into each others eyes, no
words necessary in those idyllic, timeless intervals, but the current of feeling was so
strong between them that their eyes would sometimes fill with tears of happiness and
joy.
Monday morning, as usual, John Fields got ready for work. Jenny was up before him,
making his breakfast as she had done every morning of their marriage. But each
ritualized preparation took on new meaning for the young bride because now her
actions were not performed out of guilt, but out of sincere wish to please the man who
was so good to her. She knew she was giving him everything a man should have, and
her conscience clear, she could take pleasure in the simplest acts.
John drank his coffee, read the paper, ate his toast as usual, but every once in a while
their eyes would meet and hold each other for a while, and a smile would
simultaneously come to their lips. It was time for John to go to work, and just the
thought of separating for the day ignited delicious sparks of desire in their sated bodies.
John drew Jenny down into his lap as she bent over him to pour him some more coffee.
Her full, lush asscheeks settled into his lap and she could feel the beginnings of a strong
erection stirring beneath her. His hands were on her breasts, fondling their cushiony
softness through the material of her sheer nightgown. He kissed her luscious lips, her
creamy white neck, and could not keep one of his hands from finding the softness of
her inner thigh. He felt her sharp intake of breath when his exploring fingers moved up
the tingling flesh of her leg to the inner thigh, then up the inner thigh until it found
the slippery moist slit between instantly wet and creaming at his touch, suddenly
palpitating and pulsating. Her clitoris ached to be touched as she felt herself melting
into a quicksand heat of desire. Her own hand wormed its way inside the belt of his
pants to feel the hardness of his penis, to clutch the hard rod of flesh and squeeze it.
She felt that all was right with the world when she touched his penis, when she felt her
fingers wrap around it, it was her lifeline, the fact that made her life complete.
"Oh Darling, Oh my Darling John," she breathed into his mouth feeling that she would
faint away with the intensity of what she felt for this man. Quickly she slipped off of his
lap until she was kneeling between his legs on the floor. She unzipped his fly and
reached inside to lift out his fully erect, magnificent penis. He gasped out loud when
her lips quickly covered its coronal rim, her tongue coming out to swirl around it,
licking it, teasing it, licking around and around. Her tongue formed a hard tip and
teased at him until he thought he would burst, then her hot mouth came down,
engulfing more and more of the massive pole of flesh until she nearly had it all. She
sucked and sucked and he watched with pleasure the hollowing and filling of her
cheeks as she sucked, his hands tangled in her dark, full, shiny hair, his thumbs
caressing her tiny, well-formed ears.
All of the excitement in her body concentrated itself into her mouth which seemed to
melt his prick in a furnace of heat. Her head came up and down as she worked more
and more furiously at his pounding organ and the muscles of his body became more
and more taut until he thought he was going to explode.
"Oh Honey, Oh My Honey Babe. Oh suck me, Honey, oh yes, that's it... suck... suck...
AAaaahhhh!" he grunted as the hot jets of liquid fire shot into the sucking, mewling
cavern of her mouth. Still she sucked, feeling the member deflating in her mouth, and
still she did not let it go, but ran her tongue around its softening mass, swallowing,
swallowing, tasting the salty, pungent cream, circling the limp penis with her tongue,
nestling her head into his lap as he stroked her hair, her cheeks, her lovely shoulders.
After long moments, they stirred and with a look told each other that it was time for
him to leave for the office. She wanted him to go... she wanted to freshen up, to shower,
to wash her hair, to prepare herself for his return later. He understood this... and
needed some time to himself as well. Besides, someone had to get out and earn some
money to support this heaven the two of them lived in!
She kissed him goodbye at the door and watched his station wagon pull out of the
drive. She thought fleetingly of Sam, the garage mechanic. She wondered if she would
ever see him... or his wife... again. Maybe, she thought, she would invite the two of
them to dinner some night. She was sure that John would enjoy getting to know them
as she had. She could not help the smile that crossed her lips when she thought of how
well she had gotten to know them in so short a time.
Alone in the house now, some of Jenny's feelings of loneliness and isolation returned.
What had really changed? she wondered. She was still in the exact same situation she
had been in before, really. Alone, miles from the city, stuck in the middle of fields and
suburban farms, her husband gone at work all day...
Of course, she could look forward to his arrival home, there was that, and of course just
thinking of his return, and of more of the bliss they would share together... that was
enough. Yes, that was enough... and more than that, it was more joy than she ever
imagined possible.
She still felt excitement churning in her belly, a residue of the week-end's lust and
sexplay, a foreshadowing of what would take place that evening when John came home.
Or could she last the day? Would she take to her bedroom and bring herself to climax
with her own desperate fingers? Had things really changed that much from what they
had been before? Perhaps, she thought. Perhaps, because she felt no guilt now. No guilt
at all.
Without thinking, she reached down automatically and began to rub the thick, lush fur
of her pet German Shepherd who had followed her to the back door and was nuzzling
his wet, cold nose against her warm leg through the sheer material of her negligee.
It would be a long day, thought Jenny, turning and walking back into the heart of the
house, another long day. But she would manage to pass it pleasantly.


THE END
