Chapter Five
"Jesus, old Braun's really fucking it to her," George gulped, laboring
over the words as his glassy eyes peered lustfully within inches of the
enormous cock Sloughing ruthlessly into the furthermost depths of
Nadalee's pussy, amazement showing on his face that her tight young
passage was capable now of engulfing the whole of the great length.
"He's giving her hell, all right," Dolores agreed in an impassive tone
of voice, tactfully hiding the twinge of envy she felt, "and she's
loving every second of it."
She saw that her wealthy husband was masturbating himself again. The
still-naked blonde had seen him do this many times before and had
always felt that he was insulting her sense of dignity as a wife, a
live breathing woman who was always just as excited by watching other
people fuck as he was. But the way he jerked off so guiltlessly when
she was standing next to him, as now, seemed to deny her very
existence. After all, she thought, she enjoyed having a big prick
between her legs as much or more than any woman alive and would rather
have him smash his fist into her face, or even kick her, anything but
ignore her own need to have her stomach filled to overflowing with male
hardness.
"God, what a pussy," George gasped as he leaned closer to gain a better
view of the thick, long cock racing into Nadalee like a fast whirling
drill boring into the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all
before it in great waves of warm moist flesh. His eyes bulged wider as
he timed the manipulations of his own cock to the rhythm of the violent
fucking motions on the bed.
"Oh, it's here, it's here.... I'm cumming, I'm cumming!... Ooooohhh,
aaaaaawww!" Nadalee groaned, her body vibrating wildly as her cunt
opened around Braun and warm gushes of female juices drowned his
impaling shaft, trickling down over his balls and into the cleft
between her upraised buttocks. The moron went berserk as she grunted
out the last of her first real orgasmic seizure, her body still jerking
spasmodically, smacking up against him, the lips of her vagina working
and sucking at his penis as her breath came in short desperate gasps.
He reached back and grabbed her ankles, lifting them brutally up over
her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of
helplessness, her knees pressing firmly down into the mattress on
either side of her head. The flattened plane of her loins was
completely open to plunder at will and Braun fully intended to take
advantage of this opportunity to make her remember him all the rest of
her life. He had wanted to get his revenge but now it was his turn to
have some fun and nothing else.
He dropped his head to lock his saliva-covered mouth over hers,
thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low
animal grunts rising there. His shoulders pushing back against her full
rounded calves kept her locked in that defenseless position as he
rammed it to her. He renewed his clutching grasp on the white cheeks of
her ass and pulled them far apart with his spread fingers until she
sucked in her breath from the sudden flash of pain, moaning up into his
mouth. The nitwit started his long hard thrusting movements with a
fresh burst of energy, skewering into the hot slippery tunnel of her
cunt until each time the cock-head bashed against the mouth of the
girl's womb, she uttered a little yelp of masochistic pleasure. She
sensed that his body was now a mass of sheer primitive wildness that
was altogether unleashing itself on her tender, beautiful flesh. Her
arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs and she
could feel his huge turgid glans sliding up and down inside her warm
viscous cunt like a turbine-powered piston.
Nadalee felt herself building again toward another shattering climax
and her hands wormed themselves from under her legs to snake around his
undulating back. The redhead's nails clawed a path of blood down to his
flexing buttocks. Straining, she tried to pull him deeper into her on
his in-stroke, to spit herself on the hot driving rod like a delicious
feast roasting on the coals for the delectation of a band of Tarters
from ancient times. She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that
was shoved deep into her throat and swallowed the moisture of his
saliva as it flowed lewdly into her mouth. Braun's breath was foul and
yet, rather than repelling her, it incited her to new heights of
excitement.
The beautiful girl of eighteen matched his pounding lunges with her own
rhythmic thrashings as their two tightly entwined bodies struggled
madly against each other. The sounds of deep lustful breathing and
moans filled the room, mixing with the sounds of their sweaty flesh
smacking together to form of the coupling a symphony of sex and
liquidity.
"Shit, oh shit," the idiot murmured over and over to himself as he
ceaselessly slipped the blood-filled cock deep up into her white round
screaming little belly with fantastic long strokes. He could feel his
cum rallying for discharge, building up inside his swollen balls as
they banged against her ass like gongs lambasting water-soaked satin.
He was ready to explode.
Nadalee could feel her insides splitting thrillingly as the head of the
deeply gouging prick suddenly flared into a hugeness that caused her to
cry out in a surge of simultaneous joy and pain. It began to spurt and
she felt the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like
scorching fire, ricocheting and sloshing around inside her stretched
pussy like an eruption of molten lava. She clasped her supple female
muscles around his girth, drinking it in, her simultaneous cumming
spewing back in answer this time.
"Aaaaaaaiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as
they reached the summit together.
Her pink quivering cunt was brimming over with their cum and her heart
pounded beneath her breasts with all the force of a sledge delivering
blow after blow against her ribs.
"Oh sheeeeeeiit! Eaaaaaawwwhh!" Braun bawled out, his grotesque body
flailing spastically as volley after volley of sticky white sperm shot
up the thick tube in his cock and filled the vault of her belly with
his precious manhood.
Clamoring out her second orgasm, Nadalee reached frantically down
around her own buttocks with both hands and seized the deflating balls
pressed into the now shallow valley of her anus. She began to squeeze
and wring them to force everything into her as her legs jerked out high
in the air.
"Give it to me, all of it!" she begged, her words muffled by the tongue
still swabbing the inside of her mouth. The hot walls of her cunt still
milked at his jerking cock hungrily until at last he gave one final
involuntary shudder and there was nothing left in his shriveling
testicles .... He was finished ... empty ... sucked dry ... and his
close-set eyes were blank and filmed-over with gratifying exhaustion.
Suddenly, the bald moron collapsed on top of her, feeling her insides
still glowing with warmth around his softening penis.... She seemed
superhuman, her limbs still twitching and contracting in electric
sensation as he lay panting across her tensed body, until she too
finally gave a last convulsive jerk and shivered to a limp stillness,
her legs splaying out lifelessly on each side of him on the bed, one
arm outstretched and dangling down doll-like over the edge of the
mattress. She was thoroughly drained, utterly vitiated by the stormy
finale of the first really fulfilling sexual encounter of her life. It
was strange, she mused fuzzily, that the end of the experience should
seem like a beginning of something for her, almost as though her mind
and body had just been launched from the springboard of her youth into
an orbit of maturity and real womanhood-a realm of existence from which
she knew she would never return.
Nadalee and the exhausted moron lay still for another moment, her mind
wandering hazily as it tried to piece together fragments of thought.
Her concentration was broken then by Braun stirring to life on top of
her, muttering to himself as he raised his upper body to the full
height of his straightened arms, only to topple over in a sprawling
position at her side, his cock glistening with the mixed juices of
their orgasms as it fell limp like a fat dying python between his
quaking thighs.
The brief stretch of calm and quiet in the aftermath of their lust was
then cut short by a sudden burst of deep-throated grunts and gasps
above the bed, filling the young redhead's ears with a jolt of alarm.
She was just about to turn her head and see what was happening when,
out of nowhere, an unexpected splatter of hot shocking wetness landed
on her stomach. She flinched and quickly opened her eyes, blinking for
a few seconds as she focused her sight on a big shadowy figure hovering
over her prostrate form. She could not believe what she saw and
fluttered her lashes again as if to wash away some obstruction in the
path of her vision. Gradually the form took on distinct characteristics
and her mouth gaped open with astonishment.
God, it was Mr. Blackwell!
The middle-aged goliath was standing next to his blonde wife beside the
bed, holding his hard cock with both hands as he aimed the stream of
white sperm spurting from the tip directly at the flat soft surface of
Nadalee's belly. His long beefy legs were thrown wide apart and he was
supporting his massive weight on the balls of his feet, his gaze locked
lewdly on the wet matted hair surrounding the well-fucked furrow of her
delicious young cunt. The throbbing cock he held in his hands shot
forth a concluding squirt of his obscene sperm, a liquid missile that
arched out high in the air for a record distance and landed with a
lascivious splattering sound on the firm ivory white softness of her
left breast. A sudden smile of self-satisfaction mingled with the
contorted expression of lust on his face as he gazed at the sticky
white substance growing heavy with its own weight and finally trickling
slowly down the fleshy rounded sphere of her breast and across the
light brownish-pinkness of the nipple.
"George, darling, you should be more careful," Dolores quipped suddenly
with a slightly shaky little laugh. "That's no way to treat a young
wife."
"Wife?" George questioned doubtfully, still puffing heavily, a
masquerade of contempt on his face as his eyes scanned Nadalee's
shamelessly splayed form. "Christ, she's no wife ... not when she jumps
at the first chance to fuck a moron like Braun."
The youthful redhead jerked upright to a sitting position on the bed, a
look of shock on her face at the cold-hearted remark. During the
lustful session with Braun, she had completely forgotten her
responsibility as a married woman. Although she hated to admit it to
herself, Newton had not even existed to her while the feeble-witted
brute had been slaving on top of her naked body, igniting all the
untapped resources of sensuality in her that she had not even known
existed. Oh God, she cried inwardly, how could she possibly face Newton
now, after what had happened? She wanted to blot out even the thought
of it, to crush it forever, but the reality of what she had done
flashed over and over again in her mind. It was like quicksilver and
confronted her with the humiliating truth no matter where she turned
within herself. The mere words, "Nadalee fucked a thirty year-old
nitwit behind her husband's back," when she repeated them in her
tortured mind, filled her with an oppressive black hopelessness.
She sat there despairing, feeling the stifling heat of the room closing
in on her naked perspiring body, hearing the others around her
breathing less rapidly now. Suddenly she felt her employer move closer
to her and looked up just in time to see him squeeze his deflated cock
between his fingers until a droplet of residue cum oozed out of the
hole at the tip and dribbled down to drop indecently on the smooth
whiteness of her nearest slender shoulder.
She groaned at this further debasement and shut her eyes quickly to
blot out the disgusting sight. It was enough to have been so weak and
to have allowed her body to surrender to the degrading feelings that
the slavering Braun had aroused in her but to be forced to submit to
her middle-aged employer's insulting vulgarity afterward was almost too
much to bear. She remained motionless on the bed, sitting there
suspended in a timeless coma of guilt and shame, unable and not even
wanting to move. Her cruelly violated pussy still throbbed from the
savage fucking she had been given and the bald idiot's hot sticky cum
still leaked in a lewd trickle from between the stretched hair-lined
lips. Her entire body felt used and raw, its innocence forever dirtied
by the obscene things that had happened to her that afternoon. Anyone
who wanted to could have come in the room at that moment and pushed her
flat on her back again to fuck into her stomach at will. She could not
resist or care for she had whored her body and nothing mattered
anymore. Her whole world had unmercifully exploded in her face within
an hour or so and the true impact of its meaning had not yet fully
dawned on her naive tortured mind. And yet she felt as though she were
on the thin edge of realizing something very important about herself
and the basis of her marriage with Newton, her pious young husband. She
ached to know exactly what it was but her thoughts rushed blindly
around the boundaries of real understanding, her brain refusing to
accept it for some reason. There seemed to be something terrifying that
was wedged between that moment and the future, something terrifying but
strangely thrilling as well, and she sensed instinctively that
eventually it would change her destiny just as much as what had
happened this afternoon on the very bed where she was now sitting.
"Come on, get up, you little whore," George ordered contemptuously, his
voice a harsh stab in the stillness of the room. Dolores, isn't there a
new uniform somewhere next door that she can wear instead of her torn
clothes?"
"Yes, darling I'll go get it," the blonde woman replied, a light of
amusement shining in her blue eyes. "But don't you think the girl
should have to pay for it this time?"
"Yes, by God! We'll deduct it from her next paycheck," the millionaire
agreed vehemently, his expression and tone thawing a little as he went
on with, "a bit at a time, of course, since we don't want to make
Newton suffer because his tramp wife's such a cheating little bitch."
"That's generous of you, George ... very, very generous, come to think
of it, considering how much we've done for her already today," Dolores
observed. The mature, voluptuous woman gave Nadalee a tolerant smile of
fake sympathy and continued, her tone subdued but full of extra meaning
as she announced, "You must know, dear, that everything is changed now-
now that we've decided for the time being not to tell your husband what
you were caught doing and that we watched you practically rape poor
Braun."
"Christ, yes, and wouldn't he like to know how you ripped off your
dress because you were so anxious to excite the helpless idiot with the
sight of your naked body ... to make him behave like a dumb animal?"
George taunted in a near-whisper of mock anger. "And an top of
everything else, wouldn't he like to hear how you almost cost you your
jobs and the big chance to buy the farm he wants so much ... works so
hard for?"
"But-but, y-you were wa-watching and ... d-did that m-mess ... on me,"
Nadalee stammered uselessly, her glistening underlip turning downward
and exposing her straight white teeth as she fought to contain herself
and not break down in tears.
"You caught it on tape, didn't you, when Nadalee was raping Braun?"
George asked, pronouncing every word carefully for effect and ignoring
the distressed girl's last statement.
"I wish I hadn't had to," Dolores answered with an exaggerated sigh as
she suddenly produced a miniature tape recorder she had been concealing
in the palm of her right hand, "but here it is ... the truth of what
happened in her own words."
The strikingly sensual blonde held up the tiny instrument and pushed
the "play" button. There was a long silence and then a slight rustle of
static before a young woman's voice broke out clearly from the bantam-
size speaker.
"I WANT HIS COCK IN ME ... OH PLEASE!"
"Turn it up louder," George instructed his wife, a stern look of
disapproval tensing his face as he glared without pity at the shocked,
wide-eyed girl seated before him.
"OOOH GOD, DON'T EVER STOP- PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP!... FUCK IT,
DARLING, FUCK IT HARDER AND FASTER!"
Nadalee stared in disbelief at the tiny machine cradled in the blonde's
band, her huge green eyes rolling and gaping open as her pretty face
paled again.
"I'M CUMMMMING, I'M CUMMMING! OOOOOOOHHH, AAAAAAAMAWWW!"
George Blackwell maintained his outward appearance of indignity as
other obscene words blared from the recorder, waiting patiently until
he thought that his young victim had heard enough to shock her beyond
any thought of future resistance on her part. He reached over then and
flipped off the battery-operated recorder and saw Nadalee drop her
sweet face in her hands, her copper-colored hair flowing down around
her naked shoulders as she began to sob fitfully in uncontrollable
humiliation and shame. The job was done, George thought with
satisfaction, the young wife was tamed and her lily-white purity had
been stained beyond recognition.
"Since there's nothing else to say, my dear, why don't you take off the
rest of the day? As a matter of fact, I insist," he said without
waiting for a reply.
"Well, I don't know if ..." Nadalee began weakly.
"And by the way, I think you should wear those frilly white underthings
... the ones my wife bought for you in San Francisco ... under your
uniform tomorrow," George went on confidently, showing his teeth in a
broad, smug smile.
"I'm sure she knows what you're talking about, darling," the blonde
assured coolly. "Come on, Nadalee, you want to get dressed now, don't
you?"
The bewildered girl nodded a faint "yes" and moved slightly, pulling
together her battered limbs experimentally to see if everything worked.
She gasped with pain as she swung her firm long legs over the edge of
the bed, pausing there a moment to allow her aching muscles a chance to
adjust to the surprise of movement. Then, taking a deep breath, she
rose waveringly to a standing position beside the towering bulk of her
stern-faced employer. The ravaged girl stood there a moment longer,
threatening to topple over in a heap on the floor, until she extended
both hands with a wince of misery to accept the wad of underwear that
Dolores had retrieved from the floor next to the bed.
Nadalee struggled slowly into her mutilated nylon panties as she cast a
last look around the bedroom, a scene that she was certain was burned
indelibly on her memory forever as a symbol of the debasing pain and
humiliation she had undergone there this afternoon. The haunting beauty
of her young face blanched to a pale waxen color as she ran her eyes
quickly over the bald servant's obscene nakedness where he lay still
sprawled on the bed, his huge penis slouched limply between his hairy
legs like a long fleshy length of thick hose.
God, it was impossible, she shook her head in wordless disbelief, her
mind struggling vainly to erase the truth. She was still only eighteen
and yet she was already a cheating wife as well as a common little
whore ... a whore who had actually been excited while her smooth young
body was being used! She had actually exploded in wild orgasm ...
twice!... and been flooded with warm waves of lewd animal pleasure!
There was no possible way she could ever live down her horrible
wickedness and betrayal of Newton's trust in her as his wife.
Finally, she returned her gaze to the torn white brassiere that dangled
from her fingertips, her eyes locking on the now useless piece of
underclothing as though it held some kind of strange attraction.
"Don't worry about that silly thing, dear, because from now on you'll
be wearing underwear that's more becoming to you and not trash like
that," Dolores said in a husky voice ripe with suggestion as she took
the ripped bra from the girl's hand. "All right, dammit, let's go find
that extra uniform before it gets any later."
Nadalee padded obediently across the carpet behind the voluptuous
blonde as they went off in search of the reserve outfit. The beautiful
young redhead suddenly froze dead in her tracks as they approached the
doorway, uttering a little cry of panic as out of the corner of her eye
she glimpsed a slight movement a few feet away on the floor. Pivoting
her head, she saw with alarm that it was Buck, the enormous German
Shepherd she had seen earlier. The ferocious-looking dog gave a deep-
throated growl and rose threateningly to his feet as though he were
about to leap on her.
"Great, he likes you!" George said in loud approval. "We'd planned to
introduce you two anyway. It'll make everything easier if he likes you
..."
A thin secret smile of sadistic triumph played across the diabolical
millionaire's lips as he watched Nadalee's soft sensuous buttocks sway
from side to side as she disappeared through the doorway after his
wife. It amused him to think of the luscious girl trying to puzzle
together the meaning of his remark as she walked back toward the
cottage later, her sweet little cunt still dripping from the load of
sticky cum Braun had shot up into the depths of her flat silky belly.
"We'll see you tomorrow, baby," George called out after the young wife,
chuckling softly to himself as he turned then to search around the
bedroom for his clothes.