aware of the bitter irony behind her situation, Susan twisted her face into a strange, perverse smile as Art began to lunge into her with increasingly rapid strokes, thrusting his iron-hard shaft in and out of her responding cunt.
Her body began to twitch and writhe now, freeing itself of Susan's conscious control, as she involuntarily breathed groans of pleasure into the moist cavern of Art's hungry mouth. Passion raged like a grass fire through her lust-conquered frame and her nostrils flared heatedly. A light film of perspiration broke out on her forehead beneath the soft disheveled strands of silky hair.
'I knew you'd like it, baby,' Art snarled as he drove into her with unabated fury, 'Let yourself go, cause you got no choice now. Dig it, baby, dig it!'
With a moan of shame-filled surrender, Susan realized that he was right. At least if she submitted to him totally, body and mind, it might ease her torment. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she began to consciously rotate her pelvis, each move drawing Art's huge lurching cock deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping vagina. Suddenly her cuntal flanges were acting on their own, sucking like a baby's lips drawing in a peppermint stick, drawing his mighty penis greedily up inside her tremor-shaken body. Her hands flew up and gripped his well-muscled shoulders, her fingers digging desperately into his sun-tanned flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity while the hot moist walls of her vagina flowered open to receive his battering cock-blows.
There was no resistance left in the young wife now. She had drunk too much wine, was too numbed with the shock of the sudden turnabout situation, too sexually excited from her earlier finger-fucking to do anything but eagerly submit to the pounding thrusts of her tormentor's rampaging penis. Her legs, on either side of his impaling rod of flesh, were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered wetly up against his mouth as small sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled up from her throat. She couldn't believe the searing flames of passion that were rippling through her naked twisting young body. It seemed impossible that under these circumstances she could experience such ravishing thrills, but it was true! It was real! Finally a great wave of blazing forbidden excitement tore through her ravaged limbs, blasting her anxieties away in an explosion of unbridled lust! She was being fucked mercilessly by a sadistic stranger in her own home! And she loved it! It was shamefully, obscenely true! She loved it!
Art labored hotly above her, tormenting her with cruel lunging strokes that brought his long thick cock almost all the way out of her wetly clasping vaginal inferno on the backstroke, then thrusting forward hard, battering her tender flesh with the force of a sledge-hammer on an anvil. He quickened his pace as she thrashed her body abandonedly beneath him, then he pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them up into a jackknife position so that they were crushed against her breasts, so that the plane of her seething crotch was wide open to the pile- driving thrusts of his cock as he smacked brutally into her.
'AAaaannnngggghhh!!' she moaned depravedly beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of bestial passion. The young wife's body was throbbing madly with unbelievable excitement. Radiant bursts of heat exploded in her loins, causing every inch of her skin to sizzle with ecstasy as she gasped in the throes of wanton passion.
Art groaned in obscene enjoyment, quickening his strokes even more, grinding deep and hard into her drenched cunt so that his blood-swollen cock drove far up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. His huge heavy balls, slapping roughly against her upturned anal crevice, grew hot with their churning load of semen. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon, and so was she. He could tell from the way her gasps and cries of ecstasy were becoming more and more frequent. The galvanic fire in his testicles had reached the bursting point now, and he knew the moment was at hand.
'Shit! Ooohhh shhiiittt!! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!' he groaned with savage intensity. 'Uuuuuunnnngghhh!!'
Beneath him, Susan quivered like a helpless whore gone out of control, her perspiration-drenched body flailing distractedly, her head tossing shamelessly from side to side. She was nearly incoherent with the rampaging pleasure she was experiencing, as her wildly clenching cuntal walls quaked with a colossal passion. She was cumming again! Even more intensely than she had a few minutes ago! This cruel, crazed youth had taken her to heights of barbaric pleasure she had never known existed.
''aaaaahhhhhh… Uuuuunnngggghhh!' she shrieked, as the force of her orgasm tore through her body like a forest fire. 'Rrrrrnnnnggghh!'
Art felt her hot cuntal depths opening and closing around him crazily as he gushed jet after jet of thick scalding semen into her drenched interior. Her vaginal secretions flowed hotly around his wildly jerking penis, mingling her sex juices with his own. Wave upon wave of white cum squirted from the parted glans of the sadistic young drifter's cock-head, welling headlong into the tormented housewife's writhing, welcoming channel. He twisted his muscular body and bucked his hips, draining himself as she lunged up toward him, the lips of her involuntarily contracting cunt sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry.
Susan moaned a long, steady moan of passion as she felt herself bathed in the luridly warm pleasure that enveloped her as Art gushed the last of his surging load into her madly palpitating cunt. Then finally it was over. Slowly Art withdrew his deflating cock-shaft and collapsed next to Susan on the bed. The young wife lay inert, totally exhausted, her mind a raging mixture of confused emotions. She had been brutally fucked by a strange young man, taken in the most humiliating manner conceivable, and yet her body had responded hungrily, greedily, like a thirsty man gulping down great draughts of cool water. She shuddered as she fully realized the horrible depravity of what was happening to her, unable to comprehend how it happened or why. Dimly she heard the radio in the background, still blaring at top volume.
'This is Radio Station KRKT signing off for the night. We begin our broadcasting day at six this morning with the Early Bird Matinee. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams…'
CHAPTER FOUR
The sex-ravaged young housewife fell into a numbed sleep shortly after the exhausting orgasm she experienced from Art's brutal assault, and did not revive until the bright morning sunlight came pouring through her bedroom window next morning. As her eyes fluttered open and she gradually became more awake, she suddenly remembered, with a fearful shudder that tore through her white naked body, all that had happened the night before. Yet she was alone on the bed, and at first she wondered if the incredible incident hadn't been some sort of terrifying nightmare. Perhaps she had fallen asleep and imagined the whole thing. But as her mind became more alert, she heard noises in the kitchen on the floor below and knew instinctively that what had happened was no cruel dream. It was real… horribly real.
She sat up in bed, nervously clutching the sheet around her abused young form and glanced around the room. The daring black lace nightie she had put on so impulsively lay in a crumpled heap next to the bed, and the sheets were disheveled where her young tormentor had spent the night sprawled out next to her.
Oh God, she thought miserably for what seemed like the hundredth time, why is this happening to me?
She desperately wished she could somehow contact Tim and tell him what was happening, but she knew that was impossible. Art was no fool, even if it was apparent that he was somehow mentally unbalanced, and Susan knew he would keep a sharp eye on her to make sure she wouldn't try calling for help. At the same time, she remembered that Tim had promised to call that afternoon — maybe she could somehow let him know she was in trouble. Maybe the strike was over and he was already flying home to her. These thoughts gave her a shred of courage and hope, enough at least to face her tormentor again, and she threw the sheet aside and got out of bed.
Within a few minutes she had washed and dressed herself in the most demure housedress she could find, determined not to wear anything remotely seductive in the hope of keeping her young assailant at bay. Yet, despite her revulsion and hatred for Art, she was also aware that something had happened to her last night that was undeniably exciting. For the first time in her young life she had experienced not only the titillating pleasures of the body, but also her first full orgasm — not only one, but several, each more overwhelming than the last. It troubled her deeply that such an incredible awakening should happen to her under such humiliating circumstances. How was it possible that she could experience something so wonderful at the hands of a degenerate sadist? Was life such an unfathomable paradox that it allowed her an extraordinary breakthrough only under the most shameful of situations?
She paused as she reached the bedroom door, her mind once more a maze of conflicting emotions, hesitant
