fill every inch of her hotly quivering passage and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls slap with resounding thuds on the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks.
Then he raised up slightly, leering insanely at her, and commanded, 'Look! Goddamn you, look at what I'm doing; lift your head and look down at my cock, at my cock in your tight little cunt.
In spite of herself, Jill's eyes opened and she stared down between her nakedly trembling breasts to where his massively throbbing shaft was embedded in her hideously stretched cuntal lips, at their entwined pubic hairs, her softly yielding vagina grasping his long hard cock like a tender open mouth as he dipped and stroked mercilessly into the tortured little hole up between her widespread thighs.
She cried out her pain and her torment to him, but as before her cries went unheeded, fell on deaf ears. Harder and faster Tom fucked in her frantically squirming cunt, a crazed bull without any feeling except the one in his wildly pistoning cock and loins. His total commitment was to the fucking of the lush young woman beneath him, and to the complete subjugation of her. He knew he was close to cumming, he could feel the throbbing, churning build up of cum inside his restlessly seething balls, could feel the softness of her cunt hairs tickling at the base of his thick drubbing maleness as he thrust and stroked and fucked into the tight, warmly clasping vagina of his wailing young wife. He locked his hungry wet mouth to one of her fearfully trembling breasts, biting down on the nipple until she shrieked with added pain to that which she felt in her inhumanly stretched vagina.
'You're hurting me, you're killing me!' Jill screamed. But her arms were pinned to her sides as she felt his huge, hotly throbbing penis filling her belly like some unutterably hideous alien being which had invaded her soft flesh, and felt his cum-bloated testicles slamming lewdly against the wide split crevice of her defenselessly upraised buttocks as he reached down to cup her firm rounded ass cheeks to pull her harder up against his maniacally thrusting pelvis.
Then, suddenly, Tom began to moan like a wounded beast, and Jill knew that he was about to climax. She held herself as rigid as possible, waiting, praying for it to happen and to end so that she would be free of him and his terrible raping penis… And then it happened! She felt his hands dig convulsively into her sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks and his sharp teeth nip her painfully throbbing breast as his wildly jerking cock shot out of control inside her belly; the first spewing explosion of his white hot cum inundated her cervix, spurted thickly and obscenely throughout her ravaged young vagina… and she wanted to vomit. Instead, she clutched wildly at her husband, urging him to finish cumming, to finish draining his wildly spewing penis up into her belly and brutally stretched cuntal channel. Tom grunted and moaned and ejaculated great rivers of molten semen until it overflowed the warm receptacle of his wife's tightly clasping vagina and the runoff saturated the sheet beneath her buttocks.
Then, offering one final, almost contemptuous spurt of his hotly spewing seed, he collapsed forward. His cock retreated instantly, to shrivel and grow limp and pull with a lewd sucking sound from her ravaged pussy, trailing thin, sticky strands of semen that glistened obscenely in the light from the nightstand lamp; they matted her pubic hair like silver cobwebs, and made her feel as if some evil fungi, some horrible parasite, had attached itself to her and was growing, growing.
She rolled away from her husband, who already was asleep in the aftermath of his satiation, his mouth open and low, contented snores bubbling past his. lips. She stared at this nakedly powerful form for a time, and then little whimpers of total disillusionment. and futility and defeat began to shake her entire young body. Finally, with hot, bitter tears streaming from her soft eyes, Jill got up and went into the other room of the cottage.
She lay down on the couch and covered herself with a thin spread which was draped over its back. She put her head in her arms and cried for a long time… cried for herself, for her husband, and for the futility of their ever living together normally again. And then, finally, mercifully, sleep took her to an unconscious oblivion of her present circumstances, and she dozed fitfully throughout the night.
CHAPTER THREE
'Well, John, everything went like clockwork,' Harry Sommers said the next morning, as he and John Barnett sat in Hidden Valley Resort's bar, nursing two large Bloody Marys. 'Jill Parker fell for it – hook, line and sinker.'
John Barnett sat quietly, his large athletic body slouched down on the tall bar stool.
'Yeah, but will her husband fall for it?' Barnett asked, turning his tall frame on the stool to gaze at Harry. John Barnett was about thirty, and had the kind of young and innocent look that made women want to mother him. In fact, however, his blond good looks and naive manner were hardly enough to conceal the practiced man of the world that had made the most of all those mothering females.
'Of course he'll fall for it,' Harry answered, grinning. 'You fell for it, didn't you?'
John felt a twinge of embarrassment pass through him as he remembered how he, too, had been a victim of Harry and Gay Sommers scheming; but then he smiled, realizing how his initiation into Jamieson Advertising's secret swap club had been a major turning point in his life.
'Yeah, I guess so, you bastard,' he chuckled, and raised his drink to his lips.
'Believe me, John,' Harry went on, 'When Tom Parker sees those pictures, he'll react the same way you did… the way any normal man would react. And my dear little wife will be there to exploit that reaction, don't forget.'
'Christ, you two are unbelievable,' Barnett laughed. 'When I think of how many people you two must have lured into your traps.
'Lured?' Harry chuckled. 'That's unkind, John. I like to think that Gay and I give people the opportunity to be caught.'
John laughed out loud, and slapped his hand down loudly on the bar top.
'Well, I have to admit,' he said. 'It's done a world of good for me and Laura. I don't know what would have happened to us if you hadn't taken us under your wing, so to speak.'
'And the same thing will happen to Tom and Jill Parker, believe me,' Harry said.
The two men ordered another drink apiece, and sat quietly for awhile. But Harry could see that something was bothering his employee, and at last he asked him point blank what it was.
'I don't know exactly,' John answered. 'Well, I guess I do know, but I don't know whether I should mention it.'
'Don't be an ass, John. What is it?'
'Well, it's just that I really wonder about Jill Parker, you know? I mean, from all outward appearances, she's just as cold a fish as her husband says she is. And if that's the case
'You wonder if she will be a constructive member of our little group, is that it?' Harry finished for him.
'Yeah, I guess so,' John finished. 'I mean, Tom's all right, we both know that. But to my mind, his wife is a big question mark, and I think we ought to be really careful about getting somebody into the group that's all uptight to begin with… I mean more uptight than normal about this kind of thing, you know?'
'Sure, I know. And I agree with you,' Harry said. 'But you can take it from me that all Jill Parker needs is a little thawing out, and she'll be one of our most… active members.'
'But is the group the place for her to thaw out?' John asked, and then added: 'Look, we both know what an iceberg can do to a group like ours. I mean we saw it with the Millers, remember?'
Harry did remember. George and Sara Miller had almost wrecked the group by making it the focal point of their own hang-ups, and trying to turn every session into some kind of group therapy.
'All right,' Harry agreed, 'I see your point. But the Parkers aren't the Millers, and Jill Parker is a volcano under that cool exterior, just waiting to explode. Take it from me.'
'Well, I guess so,' John said, 'But I still don't like it.'
'I tell you what, John,' Harry said, after a pause, 'Before we decide one way or the other, we'll give you a chance to try her out. You know, like take her for a test drive. Then you can make up your mind one way or the other, and I'll abide by your decision.'
John turned slowly on his stool beside his boss, and tried to conceal his excitement. Hell, what a great idea!
'How are you going to manage that, Harry?'
'You just leave it to me,' Harry grinned. 'I'll think of something.'
