"Aaaaggghhh… I'm cumming… I'm cumming NOW… NOW… NOW… Yes… fuck me… ram your hard cock into me… ooooohhh…" her voice trailed off into a whisper as she jerked for several long moments and then began to relax from the release of her orgasm.
The intensity of Mae's orgasm acted like a spur to Bob's own potential climax, and he dug his lust-thickened cock deeply into the still-quivering cunt beneath him, screwing into her twitching young pussy like a relentless drill, crashing up to her cervix with his long pulsating penis. Mae continued to gasp and pant beneath him as little flutters of a second impending orgasm washed over her belly and thighs. Still highly excited, she moved under him passionately.
"It's so goooood, it's so goooooood," she murmured. "Fill me now, fuck me hard, let me have it. Fill me with it… fill me… fill meeeeeeeeee!"
She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up against the powerful lunges of his penis. He thrust savagely, high and hard, searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his drive and holding there for just a second before withdrawing for another thrust… and another. Knowing now that he was on the verge of cumming, the triumphant young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly convulsing vagina and let his white hot seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.
"Oh Christ… I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming… ooooohhhh… aaaaaaggghhh!" he moaned. The dark-haired woman groaned beneath him as she felt the warm seating flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her love-starved vagina. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her sperm-hungry belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing ball of flame that made her cum again. It went on a seeming eternity, but finally he gave one last final groan and collapsed on her gasping body. With the last of his strength Bob rolled slowly from the satiated woman beneath, his already shrinking penis slipping noisily from her semen-soaked vaginal slit. They lay gasping side by side on the rumpled bed.
Bill Reagan got up silently from his seat on the other side of the wall, feeling his now fully aroused penis pressing painfully up towards the belt of his trousers. He had all the pictures he wanted. Later he would enjoy showing them to Mae and taunting her with questions about how it felt to be fucked by this young stud. But the most important thing was the power the pictures gave him over this smart aleck kid and his delectable little wife, Bill Reagan was positive now that he would soon be fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before in her life. An evil grin twisted his heavy lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning the weather was very nice, and after Bob had left for the office Jill decided to do a little work in the garden again. So she put on her halter and tight white shorts and was soon out in the front yard, kneeling as she bent forward to loosen the earth around the roots of her favorite rose bushes.
The young blonde housewife let her mind drift lazily from one subject to another as she worked and before long she found herself thinking about Bob, or rather, about her and Bob. He had come home late last night, muttering something about having to work late at the office. He would have phoned he had said, but for some reason he couldn't get through on the line. And he had been in such a strange mood last night, so absent-minded and withdrawn. Jill had feared a resumption of the bitter battle that had started that morning, the usual battle over sex, but Bob had never once brought it up, and she certainly was happy to let the whole nasty mess fade away.
Perhaps he had been feeling guilty last night, Jill mused. He certainly had been unusually solicitous. Usually when they had a fight the proud young man brooded for a day or two, but even though there hadn't been much conversation between them during the evening Bob had been kind and thoughtful when they did speak.
Well, he should feel guilty, the blonde young housewife thought as she sunk her fingers into the rich warm earth, savoring the feel of it. That scene yesterday morning was just too much! It was bad enough that he had to think up such filthy sexual perversions, but to try to make her a part of them was inexcusable. His own wife!
Well, her mother had told her over and over again about men's animal nature, and mother had been right. They only had one thing on their minds! Maybe it had been better in the old days when married men could go out to the houses of prostitution that flourished in every town and hire women to put up with their sick demands. At least that took some of the pressure away from their wives. Still… she remembered a little guiltily how she had begun to respond to Bob yesterday morning before he had forced his head so lewdly down between her thighs and rained those perverted kisses on her vagina. She shuddered as an almost electric tingle rippled through her loins at the memory.
The lovely young woman sat back on her heels, and her face became thoughtful. She wondered… was she fighting too hard? Certainly it was commendable to try to live a moral life, but after all, she was a married woman. She remembered the love-filled pleasure she had experienced under Bob's strong young hands before they were married. It had all seemed so innocent then, and in her mind it an had seemed to point to some ultimate fulfillment of love and trust that would take place between her and her husband-to-be when they were finally married. But the brutish animalistic reality of their wedding night had put an end to all that… or had it?
Maybe the breach that had opened between her and her husband that night was healing. Maybe that's why it had felt so different yesterday morning as Bob had gently, thoughtfully brought her to a peak of passionate readiness that she hadn't even known could exist. The horrid, lewd, sinful thought had already crept into her mind that when Bob had put his tongue… there… it had actually felt good. Jill felt little goose-bumps ripple over her skin as she dared for a moment to savor the forbidden memory.
Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought. Maybe all those desires and passions that Bob called normal were slumbering somewhere deep down inside her just waiting for a chance to get out. It would certainly make life a lot easier, the pensive young housewife thought to herself. That was the only real problem between herself and Bob. Yes, if she could just cut loose… and for just an instant she had a clear impression in her mind of the infinite possibilities of sheer sensual pleasure…
"Oh," she cried and spun around on her heels. She had suddenly got the horrible feeling that someone was just behind her.
And there was!
The young blonde froze in shock, her heart in her throat. She was eyeball to eyeball with a huge German shepherd, his massive head only inches from hers. And next to the shepherd were the trouser-clad legs of a man. Her eyes traveled upwards.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she said a little breathlessly, "you gave me such a start. I didn't hear you come up at all."
The man standing above Jill didn't say a word, just kept looking silently down at the kneeling young woman. Jill was silent a moment too, not knowing what to say. Even though she didn't know Mr. Reagan very well she found it hard to like him. It was nothing she could put her finger on, no reason to dislike the older man, except maybe his eyes. They were so cold and cruel.
Jill glanced back towards the dog. He hadn't moved an inch and she couldn't help but compare his eyes with those of his master. Yes, there was something frightening in those canine eyes, but it was a free animal wildness instead of the practiced callousness of Bill Reagan.