Tom remained silent but his answer was written all over his face. Gay stood and languorously approached the bed, brushing the palm of her hand down her golden thighs, undulating her hips and smiling with the tip of her tongue licking her lips.
“I know, Tom,” she said huskily. “I know it’s hard at first to put your true emotions out in the open, especially in front of your wife.
Tom groaned aloud. Jill looked down at his squirming form under the covers. The bulge in the sheet… yes! He was hard again! He DID want this woman! A searing flash of the truth forced her to gasp, and she began to quiver. Tom had just finished making love to her… and he wants to lay with Gay Sommers! To place his erect penis, not yet dry from her orgasm, into another woman’s vagina! She should be horrified… but she wasn’t… she wasn’t… she was excited too!
And suddenly, as suddenly as the realization had hit that her husband lusted for another woman, she found herself looking at Harry with passionate eyes. Pinpricks of terror at the idea of repeating yesterday’s circus of perversion mingled with the tingling and building forces of her newfound desires. Jill was forced to admit to herself that she was trapped trapped by moral and ethical commandments on one hand, and trapped by her suddenly licentious body on the other.
“No…” moaned Jill, but it was too late. Sensing her desire, Harry untied the knot in his robe’s sash. There was no hindering Jill’s eyes as her gaze fell hungrily on the now bared pubic growth as the robe fell open before her. His great thick penis was standing straight from his pubic growth, and nestled in the folds of his thighs were his two great sacs of sperm-loaded testicles. Jill shivered and squirmed in the bed, and squeezed her legs tightly together to stop the impossible rising tide of her unwanted passion; and her wetly throbbing vagina, still warm and tingling from Tom’s recent assaulting, flowed anew. The scintillating sight of Harry’s massively erect cock seemed to fill her belly with electricity, with a new charge of sensual obsession.
Even Tom was stunned by the sudden appearance of his boss’ lust-hardened organ. His mind couldn’t understand how his wife could have taken its huge thickness inside her tight little cunt… but he had to believe for the fact was that she had been fucked by this man the day before… while he had fucked Gay.
Gay sucked in her breath when her husband exposed his desire thickened penis. She gazed warmly at his black-bushed groin and warm throbbing cock, and her mouth salivated with heated intensity. Slowly, with motions practices to perfection, she loosened her diaphanous wrap and threw it back upon the chair. She moaned in her pagan nakedness, and rubbed her passion-quivering breasts with her hands… she was alive and wild, and was totally beyond any control of modesty.
Tom panted and moaned, the sight of this bewitchingly naked woman making agonizing flare-ups of sexual fire fill his blood. Jill, captivated as she was by Harry’s hotly throbbing cock and balls, could only move her hands across the sheet to the “vee” of her thighs and pull and prod her vaginal area through the material in an effort to assuage some of the consuming lust which was making her body an electric ganglion of thrills.
“Come,” beckoned Harry to Jill, his face a mask of carnal lechery and his hand stretched out to her in summons. “I want you… now, my dear. And you want me. And let’s leave Tom and Gay to their games of love while we indulge ourselves in the same. Come.
As if mesmerized by the sights and sounds which engulfed her, Jill could only whimper and respond mechanically. She breathed harder and harder, her lungs almost bursting, and faster her hands moved as they teased her wetly pulsating vagina through the cloth. She looked from Harry to his wife and saw that she was not alone in the lewd throes of self-masturbation… Gay’s hands had left her full sensuous breasts and were rubbing her pink fluted cunt, her outstretched right forefinger a blur of frenzied motion.
No! Jill’s mind screamed, but her brain was a whirling dervish of seething erotic desires, and the dual display of naked lasciviousness, and her own husband’s complete arousal sent it spinning yet faster. But her resistance was useless, and she found herself pulling back the bed sheet and exposing her own fine and lusting body.
“Come… come…” intoned Harry, stepping back a pace.
Jill crawled over the almost uncovered Tom, and as she did, the sheet fell down farther and her husband’s desire-bloated penis and heavily straining testicles hove into view. Jill hardly took notice, for her senses were as if gauze had been placed over them, so great were her inner furnaces of unrequited craving. She took Harry’s extended hand, and together they nakedly stepped through the door into the living room.
She did not see Gay’s eyes widen in sudden hunger at the sight of Tom’s thick waving penis as it stood proudly from his groin, or hear the woman’s guttural cry of passion, nor even Tom’s parting words to her.
“I love you, Jill… remember, darling, I love you”
Then Gay’s tongue fell upon his eagerly jerking cock. She moved onto the bed and dropped to her knees, never letting her voraciously licking tongue slide from his lust-thickened pole of hot male flesh. She pulled away and Tom moaned as she bathed his quivering thighs with warm wet lappings, and then she touched the sac of his testicles lightly and returned to his long hard cock. She licked and licked… and then took the entire penile shaft into her hungrily clasping mouth. She sucked greedily and Tom forgot about his wife.
About what had happened in spite of his and Jill’s fervent avowals to resist. Forgot everything in the world except the feeling which was emanating from his warmly suckled cock.
“You’re more beautiful today than you were yesterday,” breathed Harry Sommers into Jill’s shell-like ear. “I can’t wait to have you.”
The two had made their way, completely naked, through the privacy of the connecting garden between their two cottages. Harry led the hypnotized young girl quickly into the bedroom of his cottage, aroused beyond belief by what he knew was going to happen. Jill would be aroused, too, from the surprise he had in store for her, Harry felt sure. Now, if John Barnett only carried through his part of the plan.
Harry eased Jill onto the bed, lay her gently upon the sheets, and then joined her. They lay together, breathing each other’s passionate fragrances, and then he reached down and touched one of her now heavily quivering breasts. She sucked in her breath and shuddered, and mewled excitedly as he stroked the sloping plane and teased the cherry colored nipple to erectness. His other hand moved to the “vee” of her loins, felt the moistness of her secretions, slipped his outstretched middle finger along the damp, pink furrow tentatively… and then with increased fervor she moaned and twisted, spreading her thighs with one leg straight out upon the sheets and the other bent upright.
Harry located the distended tip of her tiny quaking clitoris and tantalized it for a moment, then returned to the warmly throbbing cavern of her cunt. He slid his finger inside, letting the wet, muscled walls of her vaginal tunnel close around it and seemingly suck on it as though for nourishment. Against her ear, he whispered:
“Touch me, Jill. Touch my cock. Reach down and feel me as I am feeling you.”
She obeyed, as she had obeyed his order to follow him to his bed. Mindlessly, without thought of consequences to herself or others, she was his slave to do with as he willed, and he willed for her to feel his penis. She slid her hand down between their pulsing stomachs, past his hand which was fucking in and out of her begging vaginal slit like a long slender penis, and seized his hardened rod of flesh in her fevered hand. She slid her palm up and down the thick pulsating shaft, played joyously over its ridges, and strummed the smooth, rubbery head with her nails before moving back to grasp the base and caress his soft sac of throbbing testicles.