on.”
Joan gulped the bubbly liquid as though it were water. She could feel her head beginning to spin and knew she was unsteady on her feet, but it didn’t change her feeling. Gradually, her situation made an impact on her mind. God, she couldn’t stay here and go to bed with a man she disliked. Never! Abruptly, she decided to go look for John, thinking maybe he’d like to go home, too.
She stepped into the hallway and saw the line of doors, indicating a bedroom behind each one. She stopped at the first door and peered through the slitted crack. To her amazement the room was flooded with a blue light, and there on the bed was her husband with Virginia Enright… and Stan Wilson’s wife. The three of them were nakedly entwined on the huge king-sized bed and she gasped as she saw John fucking Stan’s wife while licking Virginia’s glistening pussy. The obscene spectacle brought back the memory of lewd nights with Aunt Sara, and with Laurie and Bill Kent!
Joan stared transfixed at the obscenely writhing bodies, at the Wilson woman lying on her back with wide-split thighs while John knelt between her legs, his body pressed down into hers, his naked buttocks rising and falling as he fucked his long hard cock in and out of her wildly gyrating pussy. Joan’s eyes lifted to see Virginia, their hostess, lying on her back with her wide-open cunt pressed up into John’s face. And he was licking and sucking at the gleaming pink slit as though he were starving for the cuntal feast.
“Oooohhh,” Joan heard the hostess moan, “Ooohhh… yes.. lick me… stick your tongue up my pussy… ooohhh, God!”
John buried his head in deeper, moving his face around and around, his tongue flicking obscenely up and down the wet hair-lined slit, and eliciting loud groans of rapture each time his tongue paused to tease and lick at the small hardened bud of her clitoris.
Joan could see Stan Wilson’s wife arch her naked torso upward, lifting her legs out and clasping her ankles firmly behind John’s jerking body, capturing him – holding him a slave to her desire.
The blonde wife saw the woman’s hips undulating lewdly in slow motion, moving rhythmically to the powerful movements of her husband’s long hard cock fucking up into her wetly clasping cunt, and then faster and faster he rammed into her pulsating pussy flesh.
The moaning and groaning sounds of the three nakedly undulating bodies made her shiver with shame and disbelief as she heard Stan’s wife gasp, “Fuck me… fuck me…”
“Mmmmmm,” John groaned and wormed his tongue deeper into Virginia’s warmly throbbing pussy lips that bulged so sensuously out around his licking tongue.
Joan’s mind spun in an insane frenzy, her eyes fixed on the salacious spectacle being played in front of her, not believing the incredulous sight of her husband and the two women.
Suddenly the hypnotic spell she had been under was broken as she heard an ecstatic cry coming from her husband’s mouth. She turned, casting one last agonizing look through the door, then moved back down the hallway. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she ran unseeingly, hoping to find a door that led outside to the fresh air. Seconds later, in despair, she found herself back in the room where Mack had left her earlier. The disturbed young blonde sat down on the bed and began to weep, her mind was a blur of the past ninety days.
Maybe it was already too late, she thought unhappily, for John was really digging the two strange women in the bedroom. He was acting as if he’d been doing it for a long time… that they were his wife instead of her.
The weeping young wife was still sitting on the bed when she heard the door open and close. She looked up into the leering face of Stan Wilson, and really wasn’t too surprised to see Mack Enright standing right behind him.
“Hey, baby, I don’t want to fuck you with your clothes on,” Stan growled coarsely, coming up behind her, his hard hands going around under her arms to capture the rounded fullness of her upthrust breasts. Purposefully, he kneaded and caressed the warm smoothness of them, and she felt the hairiness of his powerful arms against the naked flesh of her upper arms.
And suddenly she knew that even though she had come this far, she couldn’t continue this madness. She had to make them understand, regardless of the consequences. The line was drawn tonight- right now – before she became involved with something she couldn’t cope with mentally or emotionally.
“Stan, I’ve changed my mind. I’m sorry. But I’m going home.”
“What? The shit you are,” the big burly man exploded. “Your fucking husband has both our wives… both of them, goddamnit, and you’re going to put out for us…”
Joan knew that what he was saying was true, and she also realized that the two men could do anything they wanted to with her. There was no way of preventing it. She was going to pay for her shameful behavior over the past three months… and pay tonight with these two sadistic bullies.
The big man sitting behind her on the bed grinned lewdly and reaching downward with his right hand, he pushed her micro-mini dress up over her thighs.
Quickly his thick fingers slid up between her naked loins, and he let out a groan of lust when he felt the soft warm flesh of her cunt. “Shit, Mack, she has nothing on underneath that little dress… she really came prepared to fuck!”
Joan knew she was lost… she even felt unwanted tremors of lewd desire spreading upward from the contact of his outstretched middle finger as it traced the outline of her pulsing hair-lined slit. She began to moan as he teased the hardening nub of her clitoris, and mentally cringed in shame as she realized she had involuntarily spread her legs to expose her pinkly glistening vaginal flesh.
From his vantage point, Mack Enright saw the salacious sight of her nakedly inviting little cunt as he stepped in front of her. He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at the lust-invoking sight, and then without warning, reached down with his right hand and snatched the fabric of her dress in his big hairy hand. With one quick jerk, he ripped the flimsy fabric from her trembling body, leaving her sitting there completely naked except for her high-heeled shoes.
“Oh no,” she gasped. “You’ve ruined it.”
“I told you to take if off when I left you here, bitch. You should have done what I said.” Mack’s face was contorted now with a sadistic anger.
“You bastard, I would’ve taken if off,” Joan was furious. How dare him to think he could get by with tearing her clothes off. Unthinkingly she reached out and clawed at his ugly face with her fingernails, leaving long thin trickles of blood on his cheeks.
“Why, you little slut!” His hand drew back and he slapped her viciously across the face, jolting her head backward and leaving red finger marks as he grabbed her by the arm and snatched her up out of Stan Wilson’s grasp.
“Hold it, Mack,” Stan roared, grabbing her back and pinning her arms at her sides, “she’s right. You shouldn’t have torn her dress.”
Sullenly, Mack let go her arm and stared at the other man, “Then you’d better get the cunt ready to fuck, or I’m going to leave you out of it.”
“Okay – cool it… “ Stan said as he easily shoved the protesting blonde girl back onto the bed.
Once more Joan struggled against the bear-like hug of Stan Wilson, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his brute strength. Slowly, she felt herself being forced down full-length on the bed, and then Stan lowered his lewdly grinning face until his lips completely smothered hers and his tongue was moving like something alive in her mouth. He hugged her close, his rough calloused hands hot and moving as they pressed into the full fleshy cheeks of her naked buttocks, forcing her pelvis tighter up against him, grinding the throbbing bulge of his long thick cock hard against the yielding softness of her belly. At the first touch of his hardened flesh, an unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through the helpless’ young blonde.
