She felt Hansen place the thick muscle head against the palpitating opening to her cunt and she lay there trembling, half in anticipation, half in fear of what was to come. Her fear brought back to her mind the reality of what she was doing.
This is wrong, she thought wildly, beginning to struggle. I can't do this… I just can't! I've never done it with anyone but Sid!
'Aaaaggghh!' she sobbed out from her very depths as she felt the plowing without mercy into her tender channel, cutting off her guilty thoughts. God, it was wonderful! She felt his cock speeding crazily into her womanly cunt and tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the full force of the man's frantically fucking penis continue to ream forward until finally, he hit bottom, crashing against the tender head of her cervix with astonishing force. Sybil's cries reverberated through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and coming back at them in mocking notes.
For a moment, Mr. Hansen held his plundering pole there and then began to withdraw it, the over-large instrument slipping out easily from their willing flesh. Sybil sighed at the momentary relief afforded by his exit, but he immediately began to plunge forward again, ramming it in all the way, and she squirmed helplessly beneath him, trying for one sane moment to clench her thighs together to ward off his obscene invasion of her secret genitals. But her resistance was in vain… her very clenching seemed to encourage the plowing forward of his young penis. She could feel every ridge and fold of it as it wriggled about inside of her like a giant worm and Mr. Hansen's squirming scrotum pressing against the widespread crevice of her buttocks signaled a searing pain as the head reached the home base of her womb.
She lay stunned beneath his muscular body as he began a more regular fucking in and out of her cunt, flexing his hard cock as it lay imbedded in her feeling the beginning responsive throb of her inner cuntal walls. He could sense that she'd forgotten all her fear and was now on the side of the pleasure as she began a soft mewing sound of unmistakable enjoyment as her soft wet cunt mouth began a rhythmic opening and closing around his hardened cock.
Sybil's hips began a slow undulation beneath Mr. Hansen's skewering penis and her hungry pussy, so long frustrated, began voraciously screwing itself up further onto the man's dancing cock. Sybil could feel her nerve endings, so recently raw with pain, begin to tingle throbbingly from the electric shocks that jolted her body. She felt at one with his lewd impaling member as it imbedded to her and she rotated her hips in time to its desperate skewering.
His large, tense hands were digging into her shoulders and his sweating body dripped down beads of perspiration onto her churning frame as he pushed with all his might into her, his flailing cock wide and thick between her tormented thighs. Sybil was moaning steadily now, the pitch rising in intensity as she felt the enormity of her approaching orgasm. It was gross! Her body was wracked with pain from the unnaturalness of the position, but she was enjoying this total subjugation to the brazen middle-aged Viking, enjoying the humiliation he was causing her, reveling in the abject plea sure she was getting from him.
'Ohhhhh…' she moaned. 'I'm cumming now, yes, yes, I'm cumming now…'
She bucked against him wildly, her body vibrating uncontrollably as her wet cum seeped down the throbbing walls of her cunt and dripped down over her straining thighs and into the crevice of her churning buttocks. She felt drained and exhausted but somehow exhilarated as she felt him continue to fuck into her, his knees pressing into the backs of her thighs, his hands cupping her buttocks, raising her up off the ground, affording him even deeper entry into her.
His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter into her wet slippery passage, now drenched with her own cum.
How could I have lived without this for so long? she thought wildly as the mouth of her womb flared involuntarily to engulf more of the rubbery head in its secret depths. Memories of her long, unfulfilled nights and bitter wasted days cut her like a sword and in her anger at her husband she began to batter feverishly back against her landlord, opening her crotch completely to his onslaught, her cunt making wild wet sucking sounds as it contracted gratefully around his pistoning cock.
And then Mr. Hansen began to cum, gleefully spurting out his white hot jets of foamy sperm, which seared her drubbed cunt deep inside, emitting a long low animalistic moan as he continued to empty into her wildly sucking womb. The throbbing sheath of her ravished cunt sucked thirstily at the straining prick buried inside her until finally his testicles were drained completely dry and began to grow limp inside her.
'More,' Sybil sighed, clutching at the Norwegian's broad shoulders. 'Oh, God, fuck me more!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next few weeks were hell for Sybil. She'd been seeing her landlord Mr. Hansen constantly and finally the guilt she felt at her odd coupling had gotten the better of her. She could hardly look herself in the mirror anymore… and yet, every time he called for the rent, she paid him off in little pieces. Ten dollars one day, five the next… just feeding him enough to keep him coming back for more. If her scheming was correct, as well as her arithmetic, she could keep him coming back for at least two more weeks. And all she had to do was keep her sewing machine humming, mending those seams and putting in zippers.
Something had to break and soon, that Sybil knew. Life couldn't go on like this! Without trying, she'd shed four pounds in one week, and her nights were twisted with erotic dreams and plotting. Her psyche was stretched about as far as it would go.
Still, even as she sat at her sewing reaching, she felt an undeniable lust spreading through the entire lower portion of her body. Her full thighs pressed together and the tender hair-lined cleft between them snuggled moistly up against them, wanting a more definite caress.
That, Sybil knew, would be taken care of in a few hours when Mr. Hansen came to pick up ten dollars more towards the back rent payment. That allowed just enough time to get her hair washed and set at Irma's Salon.
'I'm not going to let you have this letter from Daddy until you take us to your house,' June said, pouting prettily.
'Yeah, it's not fair that you've been coming to our house and meeting our friends and eating our lunches…' cut in May. 'You know all about us… but we know nothing about you!'
'Oh, all right,' Sid shrugged his shoulders, eyeing the French post-marked letter that June waved like a carrot before his nose. Those precocious wily girls had cornered him again, and he couldn't see his way out of this dilemma. Damn, he needed that check… badly. Sybil had been on his case about the unpaid bills for weeks now, and his better senses told him it was time to take care of business, instead of playing around like today was the last day of his life. Teaching the girls in his study might ease some of Sybil's doubts about his tutoring intentions, and with relief he remembered that Tuesday was Sybil's afternoon for the hairdresser and shopping. The threesome hopped in the blue Chevy-II and headed for the freeway back to his house.
'I don't want either of you saying anything personal now,' he warned, shaking a finger at the incorrigible June whose directness made him shudder at times. 'Sybil's a very proper woman,' he laughed, thinking of how she'd die of shock if she even suspected what he'd been up to with the sisters.
'How do you know she doesn't have a lover behind your back? You men think you're so clever,' put in June.
Sid laughed out loud, the thought of Sybil taking a lover seemed so far-fetched. She barely tolerated sex in the legal confines of marriage! Yet, a sudden pang of jealousy stabbed through him at the thought, and he realized that in spite of everything, he did miss Sybil's gentle affections, modest though they were.
When they got to the house, Sid ushered the girls directly upstairs to his study, listening as they climbed the steps for the hum of Sybil's sewing machine down in the kitchen, and sighing with relief at the emptiness of the silent house.
Leaving them to find their own amusement in the hodgepodge of books, magazines and text outlines that littered his desk and the floor, he said, 'I'll be back in a second,' then closed the door behind them.
