sensitively erect clitoris and that every inch of it was being stroked and sucked and fucked into oblivion.
'I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'mmmmm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!' she suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a vibrato note from a blasting trumpet. 'Ooohhh, fuck! I'm CUUUMMMIIINNGG!'
Her thrashing body arched high above the bed where she was balanced on her knees and elbows, not moving now, but quivering and jerking around the still pumping hard cock in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluids out around it and down hotly over the insanely throbbing clitoris to drench Grace's hand below.
Fred finally unclenched his teeth and decided he could afford to let himself go. He gripped the cheeks of her still rotating buttocks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her involuntarily back up against his cunt- filling hardness for greater contact as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
'Here I come, baby,' he grunted thickly. 'Fuck back, fuck your ass back!' He spoke whatever words came to his reeling mind, repeating them over and over as the hot cum started to rise up like a steaming geyser from his balls. 'Fuck your pussy back on it good! I'm filling your hot little pussy right NOWWWW!'
He rasped and groaned, increasing the pummeling viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the widespread flanges of her loins and his expanded thick cock dipped deep up into the far, deeply hidden recesses of her trembling belly.
He felt himself cumming and hooked his fingers harshly at the creased juncture of her thighs and belly, jerking her softly jouncing ass-cheeks up even tighter to him, grinding as far up into her openly yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips that hung slackly open like a crazy woman's.
He gasped like a man kicked in the stomach, felt the bursting in his balls, heard her whimpering cry, and then with a deep soul-shattering grunt that echoed throughout the apartment, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot boiling sperm deep up into the warm clutching depths of her openly receptive cunt.
Fred Furness threw his head back and held himself poised like a vibrating steel spring locked together with her at the loins until the last unending spurt of semen ricocheted inside the confines of her softly quivering pussy, and then he collapsed sideways off her slightly undulating, wriggling body. His slowly deflating cock slipped back out of her still clasping cunt with a slight popping noise, the river of hot sperm he had shot far up into her seeping slowly out after him to trickle down the tender inner surface of her thighs.
Tommy had watched Linda's body-wracking orgasm with wide-eyed lewd fascination, still industriously and excitedly jiggling Grace's obscenely humping cunt and clitoris, until finally she groaned too and arched her back far up off the mattress, her loins and thighs quivering in a long drawn-out orgasm that seemed about to snap her body like a toothpick. Then she sank away from his hand wearily with a deep-throated sigh of satisfaction, and the four of them lay breathing heavily on the bed, their loins all palpitating like little wounded animals from the orgasmic intensity of the sensations they had given each other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For what seemed an eternity, Linda rested as she was, up on her knees, her face lying on its side pressed into the wet depleted loins of her husband. Gradually the dizzying effects of all she had gone through since arriving at the Furness' apartment began to wear off and she was flooded with shame and humiliation once again. The defiled young housewife clenched her eyes tightly shut and helplessly remembered it all as though she were watching a movie recording the degradation she had just been subjected to – the beginning when she had heard the tape of her husband Tommy and his best friend's wife Grace; that first moment when it became clear what Fred Furness had in mind for her, followed by her helpless fear and humiliation when he had dropped his head down between her legs; and then, finally, the wild twisting and churning of their four bodies and the uncontrollably overwhelming sensations she had felt.
The formerly innocent bride had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had gone through. Her nostrils caught the aroma around her on the bed. The smell of raw consummated lust covered Tommy's loins and filled the air of the room for all of them, herself included, from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through. And she remembered too, as her dazed mind caught up with reality, the incredible eruption in her own belly as Furness had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside her. She had actually urged him on with obscene words and lewd thrusting gyrations of her thighs and hips! That was where the heat and warmth came from that she now felt so vividly in her belly. It was the great pool of white warm liquid that he had emptied into her, and she shuddered to recall how much she had wanted it at that moment, which seemed ages ago, even though only a few short minutes had passed.
She had begged him to do it and had urged him on with all her physical being like an obscene street whore enjoying her work. She had been trapped into it and frightened, but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into uncontrollable passion that had deadened her sense of right and wrong – not even her vengeful desire to get even with Tommy for making love to another woman could excuse that.
She made a low moan like an injured child and slowly raised her head from Tommy's still slightly heaving stomach. She suddenly saw the sticky mixture of saliva and obscene white semen where her mouth had been, and she felt the weird new taste in her mouth, once more shuddering with degradation at what her own husband had forced her to do. Glancing surreptitiously up at his face, she saw that he seemed to be in a state of utter exhaustion with his eyes closed as if in heavy sleep. Fred Furness and his wife Grace also appeared to be sleeping or resting in complete satiety, thin oblivious smiles of satisfaction on their lips. The ashamed young blonde slowly and carefully began to work her way out of the tangle of arms and legs on the big mattress, thinking that now was her chance to slip away unnoticed and escape from the perverse-minded crew she had somehow got mixed up with.
Tommy sensed the slight movement as Linda tried to remove herself from the bed and opened his eyes to a narrow slit to watch her disdainfully. Let the little bitch go, he thought viciously. He looked at her voluptuously hanging white breasts and on down to her scissoring thighs as she worked her way across the mattress, and then up to her tear and sweat-streaked young face. The look of open innocence that was there only a few hours ago was gone, replaced by an expression of weary, sensual knowledge that seemed to him at the same time familiar and unfamiliar. Struck by a sudden thought he shifted his eyes under his nearly closed lids and glanced at Grace Furness lying like a used broken doll down near his knees.
That was it. Grace and Linda had always resembled each other in many ways – the same lovely thighs and buttocks, the same billowing ripe breasts that looked good enough to eat, the same blue eyes and perfectly formed features. But now – now even that expression of lewd sensuality that telegraphed Grace's interest in screwing was beginning to show in small ways on Linda. At least, he told himself, it shows that she knows what it's like to lose herself in physical gratification.
In other words, she had become more than ever like the woman he had been fucking with lusty joy the last week or so, though Linda herself probably wasn't aware of it. But if what he was thinking was true, he reflected in surprise, then he should be happy that she had finally been turned on. His first reaction when he had seen her with Fred was to curse and revile her for it, but now he realized that it was more a triumph of what he had been longing for than any kind of defeat for him.
More than anything else he could imagine he would like to have her fuck him as wantonly as she had Fred Furness. That was exactly what he had always wanted, and now he saw it was possible to get it.
Without warning, he reached out and grasped Linda's wrist in his fingers. 'It's okay, Linda honey. Don't go.'
His sudden unexpected movement caught her by surprise and she reacted by sucking in her breath and trying to wrench her arm free of his grip. But he was too strong for her and her frantic attempt only served to attract the Furness' attention to her.
Immediately sizing up the situation, Fred Furness clamped his fingers down over her ankle nearest to him and held her fast. 'What's the matter, baby? Had enough fun and games?' he laughed harshly.
'Please, please,' she cried in a quavering voice. 'Let me go home. I-I can't take it any more,' she pleaded, vainly struggling to release herself from their fingers that held her like steel traps.
'Not yet, baby. Not yet,' snarled Furness. 'Not until we make the final touchdown,' he added, automatically slipping back into his football coach language.
