Suddenly the nakedly moaning young bride shivered under him! He looked down and saw her glazed eyes open in a, blind, frightened, half-comprehending stare.
"Oh God," she shrieked. "Oh God! I'm cumming… cumming… Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
And then he felt her wildly twitching cunt open up and a warm wet flood gush out around his pistoning cock. Reagan thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her rippling belly, wanting her to remember this all her life. Bucking madly, the wailing girl jerked up towards him several times, her cuntal lips nibbling and sucking at his thick pistoning penis as if she were trying to milk him dry. This added stimulation drove Reagan to new heights of passion, and he made one last desperate thrust into the mass of convulsing pussy flesh beneath him. Suddenly he felt an explosion deep in his drum-tight balls as a burning stream of molten sperm shot madly the length of his madly jerking cock, jetting wetly far up into her quivering cuntal passage. Their combined juices mingled lewdly for a moment far up inside her womb and then gushed out white and thick around the base of his still ejaculating penis.
Jill shuddered one last time, lost in the joy of her first orgasm, feeling as if she had been rocketed to some fabulous new universe, all shooting stars and fiery suns. She hung in this magic land for a moment and then went suddenly limp, her legs splaying obscenely out on either side of Reagan's still pumping form. The ecstatic young housewife's naked body was beaten and bruised as it had never been before, but she felt complete, satiated, a whole woman at last. For long moments she lay in her private paradise until her bubble was burst by Reagan's smirking comment.
"Ya like it, baby?"
With a sickening wrench Jill remembered where she was and who was lying on top of her, his thick penis still buried deep up inside her gently palpitating vagina. A feeling of nausea came over her as she realized what a disgusting picture she must make with her legs obscenely spread and her breasts smashed flat by the heavy weight that lay upon her like a smothering stone. She had been fucked and fucked good, just as he had said she would be, but right now all the exhausted young woman wanted was to be left alone with this crude creature out of her house so that she could try to find some way to come to terms with her own reawakening conscience.
"Yes, Mr. Reagan," she said coldly. "I liked it. Now please go, I think you have everything from me you wanted."
"Why, is that any way to talk to a neighbor and bedmate?" Reagan mocked. Nevertheless, he rolled heavily from her aching body, his limp depleted cock slithering wetly with an obscene popping noise from her forever stretched cunt. The humiliated young woman lay silently, not even attempting to cover her nakedness as her ravisher slowly pulled his clothes back on. Finally he was ready, and he turned to his dog.
"Come on, Hector," he called. "I think we've about wore out our welcome here," and he laughed raucously as he started towards the door.
"Wait a moment," Jill cried out, propping herself up on her elbows, her legs still lewdly open. "What about the pictures? You said you would give them to me."
"Oh, no, baby, I only said I wouldn't take them down to your beloved husband's boss, not today anyway. And just to play fair with you, if I ever do get an urge to go see the old goat, I'll stop over to see you first. Who knows, maybe we'll be able to make another deal."
The shocked young housewife lay there in disbelieving horror. Had it all been for nothing, this obscene abuse of her body? Would this horrible man use the threat of those pictures to force her to give in to his depravities again and again? In her despair she was unable to say another word as Reagan walked jauntily out the bedroom door giving her one last mocking wave of his brawny arm. Hector followed reluctantly, turning his big head once in the doorway to look longingly at the naked girl stretched out in unwanting provocation on the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Jill lay there for nearly an hour, letting her mind slowly sort itself out, not wanting to rush her thoughts. Never having been so aroused or climaxed before in her life, the satiated young blonde was amazed that it took so long for her body to come completely down from such a high plateau of sexual stimulation. For nearly a half hour she felt little tremors and quivers of left-over passion deep up inside her plundered genitals and her warmly tingling breasts were still swollen and tender. Eventually a strange lassitude crept over her and she almost fell asleep.
It was only by exerting all of her will power that the tired young blonde forced herself back to full consciousness, knowing she had a lot to straighten out. The decisions she made in the next hour undoubtedly would have an enormous effect on the entire rest of her life.
Strange how clear her mind was. There was no lingering horror in her mind of the events of the last couple of hours, just a touch of disgust at Reagan's crudeness. She'd been fucked! Yes, fucked! It was possible to use the word now without the revulsion it had previously kindled in her. She'd been fucked – she'd responded she'd cum! She was just like the rest of womankind, no longer in her special little world.
In a kind of detached awe Jill's mind returned to the incredible sensations she had experienced in her passion, the experiences Bob had promised her but that she had never had the courage to reach out for. Well, no wonder, she thought, it was like blowing up a dam and letting out the raging flood waters, or touching off the trigger of a bomb. A lot of destruction could be released along with the passion. How much easier and simpler life was without letting oneself be buffeted and tossed by the incredible waves of hunger and longing and lust that she had just been through.
Or was it easier? Jill thought to herself, her arms locked behind her blonde head, her eyes staring thoughtfully up at the ceiling. A tingling feeling in her breath made her conscious that they were being pulled tautly upwards and she let herself like it. Hadn't this savagery – this wantonness – been locked up in her all the time, seething just below the surface, the tenseness growing in her as the pressure built and built over the years. The only way to hold that waiting explosion in was to grow a thicker and thicker shell, like some of the tight, bitter old maids she had met. No, it was obviously better to let it all out, Jill thought, but God, not with Reagan! And his dog! If it could only have been her beloved Bob instead of her gross neighbor who had finally had her twisting and groveling and begging for more beneath his massive cock.
Yes, the young blonde thought to herself unhappily, that was the thing that really bothered her; her infidelity to her husband, the fact that she had given to another man something she had never given the man she married her completely abandoned self. It didn't even matter that she had been indirectly forced into her unfaithful act by Bob sleeping with Reagan's niece. It was her own lack of loving response to her husband that had driven him to another woman, and Jill knew she would never quite forgive herself. But she would try to make it up to him, she vowed. She would be the wife he had always dreamed of and do her best to enrich his life, for now she had something new to give him. Her sensuality! It hadn't really existed before today, but now she knew she would never be the same again. She was a different person, a whole person, and could never imagine falling back into the old safe, dead life she had lived so long.
It occurred to the newly liberated young woman that she still probably had a lot to learn about her new awareness of sex and the first thing to do was to see what condition her equipment was in. Reagan had given her an awful pounding with that huge weapon of his, and she could not repress a little shiver from running over her flesh at the excitingly vile memory.