Her head dropped and she must have fainted because she came to consciousness again and this time Hal's pecker was jammed up her twat while he vacuumed her nipples and she whimpered and cried as she felt them drawn to sharp points that ached to be bitten.
And then Hal was fucking her cunt and his fingers were rolling her fully distended clitoris and she was screaming and twitching as she came in one continuous deluge that seemed to have no ending…
When she woke, Sally was in her own bed staring at the ceiling. She was naked but she felt clean, like she had just bathed.
She looked around and everything, was normal. The lamp was on the end table, the vacuum cleaner was nowhere in sight. Her clothes were neatly in the closet as were Hal's. She wondered if she had dreamed what had happened.
'Well, darling… How are you?'
Hal was wearing his bathrobe when he came into the room. He was smiling and somehow it dashed with the checked red and black material.
'I feel so strange,' Sally said. She tried to move and discovered she was sore all over. Her cunt ached, her asshole felt like it was split in two, her tits were raw. She could hardly move.
'Well, you just stay in bed and get well… for awhile anyway.'
There was something in the way that Hal said that made Sally look at him sharply. 'What do you mean, for awhile?'
Hal grinned and opened his bathrobe. He looked down and Sally followed his gaze. His cock was only half hard. It rose half way and then slumped over and pointed at the floor. It was tired.
'I realized I was depriving you, darling,' he said. 'You weren't getting enough cock, so now I'm going to give you as much as you want. I'm going to give you every bit of it.'
Sally moved and groaned. She smiled at Hal. 'I'm so glad you understand, darling. I never meant for… for anything to happen. I was just so frustrated. And I… I promise to be a good wife from now on…'
'Oh, look,' Hal said. He stared down at his pecker. 'It's getting hard, isn't it. At this rate we can fuck again in another hour…'
Sally's hands roamed under the sheets and touched her body and she almost cried out. She couldn't do it. If she did, the pain would kill her. She would be torn apart by it.
'I can't, Hal,' she said. 'I'm still too sore to do that…'
'Nonsense!' Hal grinned cheerfully at her. 'A girl like you can never get enough, no matter what.' He wiggled his pecker with his fingers and the silky red head nodded agreement.
Sally watched in sick fascination. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed to her that his cock had gotten longer and harder.
'Well, I'll see you in a little while, darling.' Hal grinned and covered his cock with his bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom.
Sally was left cowering with fear and anticipation. She couldn't take it. Her husband's revenge could kill her, and…
She stopped to think. There had to be a way out of her dilemma. And then she picked up the telephone and dialed…
Hal was in the bedroom taking his bathrobe off when the door chimes sounded downstairs. He looked startled and then pretended not to hear them.
'You'd better put your robe on and answer the door, darling.'
'Hell no,' Hal growled. 'They'll go away, whoever it is. Just let the bell ring…'
Sally smiled sweetly. 'I'm afraid not, darling. I told them to ring and ring and ring because I'm upstairs and I can't hear the bell all the way up here.'
'Them?' Hal stared at her and scowled. 'You called the cops?'
'No, darling. I wouldn't do that. You have the right to punish me all you want.' Sally pulled the sheet off her naked body and let him see that she was still his… Her cunt throbbed excruciatingly and her asshole was so sore it hurt to sit on it. But she smiled at her husband to reassure him of what she was saying.
Hal looked at his wife, then at the bedroom door. Torn by indecision he finally made up his mind and jerked on his bathrobe.
'Take some money for the cab driver,' Sally said. 'I promised…'
Hal stared into his wife's face for a long, puzzled moment. Then he jammed the money into his robe pocket and went downstairs.
Sally lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling and smiled.
'What the fuck…?' Hal said when he came into the bedroom.
He was trailed by two young blonde girls.
Sally smiled at Brenda and her sister and waved them into the bedroom. Hal was still ranting, but Sally ignored him and winked at the two girls.
They did as she had asked on the telephone. It only took them a moment to shed their clothes and strip down to their sleek, young skins.
Hal's mouth dropped open and his bathrobe tented up in front as he stared at the two little girls. His eyes roved from the creamy young thighs to the budding breasts. His lips were dry and he licked them nervously.
'Come over here, darling,' Sally said. She beckoned and Brenda sat down on the bed and giggled and then lay back and spread her knees.
'Would you like a taste, Hal?'
Like a man in a dream, Hal bent over the bed and lowered his face to the girl's sweet, fresh, hairless pussy and began lapping at it with his tongue.
Brenda squealed and wrapped her legs around his head. And then Hal felt the other little girl under his bathrobe, her mouth trapping and holding the end of his widly excited penis.
'Don't be in a hurry, darling,' Sally seemed to say from a great distance. 'I told them that you had enough to fuck both their tight little pussies until they had to walk bow-legged. And you can, can't you, darling?'
Hal couldn't even mumble as he felt his tongue slid in that delicate little hole that he knew would take his prick in just a moment. And he knew he wouldn't be able to stop fucking these sweet little hairless holes until he was spent and his cock was limp as licorice.
He didn't have to see Sally's face to know she was smiling…
