"For heavens sake, go on home, Bob," Mr. Aubrey said affectionately. "Everyone else left an hour ago."
"In just a few minutes, sir," Bob answered. He looked up and smiled. "I wanted to finish the Davis account. It's due tomorrow." That should sound good to the old boy, he thought.
Mr. Aubrey came over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I really appreciate that kind of thinking, Bob," the older man said. "You know, it's hard to find young men today who have the sense of duty and hard work that you do."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Aubrey," Bob said, managing to manufacture a modest blush. "But this company has been good to me and the least I can do is to get my work in on time."
"The company is only good to you because you earn it, my boy," Mr. Aubrey replied. Then his voice became a little more confidential.
"And I can promise you that if you keep up this level of work it will be made well worth your while. My partner and I are getting along in years and we're going to need bright young men to carry on for us."
Bob smiled gratefully and turned back to the papers spread out on his desk. He made the last few necessary entries and then began filing the documents back in their folder. When would the old bastard come right out and say something about the vice presidency, he thought to himself? Sometimes he wondered if the old fox wasn't cleverer than he looked and was just stringing them all along, all the bright young men in the office who were working so hard to knife one another in the back.
But no, the opening for the vice-presidency was real. Someone was going to get it and it might as well be him. Not that he didn't have competition. That damn Tom Brewer, for instance, the conniving bastard. He was always buttering up old Aubrey and once he had even taken credit for some of Bob's work. And he sure had some help from that bitchy little wife of his. Bob ground his teeth as he remembered how she had played up to Aubrey at the company party, her big tits practically failing out of her low-cut dress. The old bastard hadn't been able to take his eyes off her fucking knobs all night, what with the way she kept pushing up against him and simpering. Bob wouldn't be surprised if the little whore would let the old boy fuck her, hell, maybe she already had! A bolt of alarm shot through him at the thought. That would give Tom Brewer a real head start at the vice-presidency.
Damn, why couldn't his own wife, Jill be a little more helpful? But no, she always had to be her pure, superior, frigid self. She'd really blown it at the party. It had been clear from the start that his lecherous employer really had it on for Jill but she had been cold and remote. Strange thing about the old boy though – horny old bastard that he was – he demanded faultless behavior from his employees. He was always talking about the loose Godless morals of the younger generation, and he'd fired one of the most promising members of his staff on the strength of a rumor that he was about to be named co-respondent in a divorce case. Only a rumor!
"What's the matter, Bob, something bothering you?"
The resentful young men jerked out of his revery to realize that he had been scowling as he was thinking and he quickly put a smile back on his face.
"No, sir, just going over the account in my mind to make sure I didn't miss anything." What you had to do to make a living these days.
"Well, let's close it up then," Mr. Aubrey said with satisfaction. "Why don't you let me give you a lift home?"
"Why thank you very much, sir," Bob said, really flattered. It wasn't often the old boy made such an offer. Maybe his stock was riding a little higher than he had thought. Bob managed to keep up an amiable conversation with his boss all the way down to the executive parking area in the basement of the building, doing his best to think up replies to the old goat's rambling inanities. Yes, he really wasn't doing so bad for a young man of twenty-six. Just four years out of college and already in line for a vice-presidency at one of the most prestigious firms in town.
The ambitious young man continued feeding his dreams as he relaxed back against the luxurious cushions in Mr. Aubrey's huge Continental. He could already imagine himself with a car like this. It wasn't all idle dreaming either. Mr. Aubrey liked to see his executives looking prosperous and he paid them enough so that they could afford it. "Looks good to the customers," he had said one day and he was right. Some of the richest people in the city Aubrey Investments handle their financial matters, and they felt reassured by the obvious air of prosperity about the place.
"How's the little lady?" Mr. Aubrey abruptly asked as he guided the big car through the afternoon traffic.
"Why, uh, fine sir," Bob answered, not knowing what his employer might be leading up to.
"There's nothing quite as important to a young man on his way up as a loyal intelligent wife," Aubrey said. "You know, Bob," he added, "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know your wife."
There it was, Bob thought. The old boy was fishing for an invitation. What for? he wondered.
Was it out of lechery, or was he serious about wanting to make sure that Bob had a woman who could give him moral support in the vice-presidency? There was no choice but to play along with him and invite him to the house. But not now, for God's sake. Not after that mess this morning. He knew how long it took Jill to get over things like that and he was worried she could not help but make a bad impression on his boss tonight. No, he wanted a chance to prepare her first, tell her what to do and say to the old bastard.
"That's really a shame, Mr. Aubrey," he said. "Jill talks about you all the time. I guess you made quite an impression on her at the company party. Do you think you would be free some night to come over for dinner?"
"Why I'd love to my boy. It's really a treat to eat out after you've been married as long as I have. One gets a little tired of the same old meals at home day after day." Bob found himself thinking that meals probably weren't the only thing at home Mr. Aubrey was tired of. He'd met that old cow of a wife of his and he wondered how Aubrey could climb into bed with her, not that he was any prize himself. It wasn't hard to understand why the old boy chased around after his employees' wives and Bob figured he'd do the same thing himself if he were in Aubrey's position. If Jill would only cooperate, up to a point of course. Bob didn't know what he'd do if the old goat really tried to seduce Jill. She'd just have to learn how to string him along.
"Well, let's see, Mr. Aubrey. How about next week, say Tuesday. Would that be all right with you?"
"Why certainly, my boy. But maybe we'd better drop in on your little lady and make sure it's all right with her."
"I'm afraid she's over at her mother's this afternoon," Bob said, thinking fast. "I'll ask her when she gets back tonight and let you know first thing in the morning." He could see that the older man was disappointed, but that was better than having him come in right now and seeing the tension between him and Jill.
They were driving through the suburbs now and Bob decided it would be better to keep Mr. Aubrey completely away from the house this evening, and besides, he needed a drink.
"Do you think you could drop me off at the shopping center," he asked. "I have a few errands to run and it's only a couple of blocks from there."
Bob was relieved when he was finally out of the car and watching Mr. Aubrey drive away. Hell, he really did need a drink. There was a small cocktail lounge nestled back in a comer of the huge shopping center, and Bob generally stopped there on the way home to get his nerves under control after a day's civil war at the office.
"Hi, Mr. Andersen," the bartender said as the young regular walked through the door into the softly lit bar.
"Hi, Harry, make it the usual. No, make it a double."
"Hard day, huh?"
"Yeah," Bob muttered, not wanting to go into details. It had been a hard day right from the beginning. His mind went back to that fiasco this morning with Jill. Christ, when was she going to grow up and start learning what it was all about. Who'd had ever thought she'd turn out to be frigid? Hell, the way she had responded to their necking before they were married had led him to expect something else. True, she had never gone all the way, but he'd figured she was just saving it for her wedding night. As it was, she didn't have anything to save. What a shame, with a body like that, he thought, and his cock jerked a little in his pants at the memory of her nude perfection this morning. He'd almost made it, almost got her to respond. A sensible man would have tried her out before they got married, but what the hell, he really couldn't help himself. He had to admit it, he loved the girl and there was no other way about it. There was nothing to do but keep trying, and hoping that things would get better, but God, he was horny! And it wouldn't help when he told his prissy wife she was going to have to play up to old Aubrey. She just didn't seem to understand the realities of modern day life.
"Hi, neighbor," a throaty voice purred next to his ear.
Bob turned in surprise and saw that a beautiful young woman had sat down on the empty stool next to him.
"Neighbor…?" he said slowly, and then he placed her. Sure it was that girl who lived across the street with that weird old guy who had the dog. Some kind of relative.
"Yeah – neighbors," he said, "but I'm afraid I don't remember your…"
"Mae," she said again in that throaty voice, "just call me Mae."
Damn, she was really easy to look at, he thought to himself, and wondered why he had paid so little attention to her before. He faintly remembered having spoken to her in front of his house one day although she had seemed different then, kind of vague and withdrawn. But now, some kind of smoky sensuality seemed to emanate from her. She was wearing a simple black sheath dress, cut low in the front, drawing his attention to the way her firmly ripened breasts jutted forward in a high taut curve… and the way her lustrous black hair fell over one side of her face, setting off her darkly inviting eyes. She sure was a contrast to his blonde wife, he thought, and the novelty made her seem even more attractive.
"You come in here often?" he asked, looking for conversation.
"Only when I'm lonely," she answered, and he was silent for a moment, not knowing how to take that.
"Another double, Harry," he said, then turned to the girl. "Something for you?"
"I'll have whatever you're having," she said and let her eyes play boldly over his face. Bob began to get a little nervous under her gaze and downed half his drink as soon as Harry brought it. The liquor made him feel better.
"How long you been living across the street?" he asked.
"Oh, years and years. Ever since my mother died and Uncle Bill took me in." So, Bob thought, it was her uncle.
"Strange we never got to know one another, living across the street," Bob said, the liquor making him bolder.
"I guess we haven't been lucky," she purred… "until now." She leaned towards him and the top of her dress fell open a little giving him an unimpeded view of her magnificent cleavage. Christ, was he imagining it or was the girl propositioning him? Perhaps he'd better just find out.
"Maybe we'll get to know one another better, a lot better, and soon."
"I think I'd like that," she said in a half-dreamy voice, her eyes staring moodily at the bar top. She reached over and drew the nail of one finger in an aimless pattern across the back of Bob's hand. The reaction of his body to this simple gesture was amazing. He could feel a thousand tiny tingles spreading over his skin at her touch and an ominous hardness began to form inside his pants. Mae looked around her suddenly.
"I don't like bars," she said. "They're too dark and too… crowded. Why don't we go over to my place for a quiet drink… and listen to some records."
"But won't your uncle mind if we crash in on him?"
"He's out of town for a couple of days," she lied, looking straight at him with those huge smoky eyes. Bob had a feeling that he should steady himself, that he could fall into those mysterious depths and never come up again. Damn, here it was, an open proposition. What was he going to do? His natural physical reaction was to go with this beautiful stranger and to count himself lucky. Things like this didn't happen to a man every day, at least not to him. On the other hand he was a married man, but that immediately brought back to him the humiliating events of this morning, and he found himself getting angry again at the thought of his wife. What the hell, it would serve her right, and he could always change his mind if he thought the situation was getting out of hand. All he would have to do is just go out the front door of this mysterious creature's house and cross the street to his own home. If he could force himself, that is.
"All of a sudden I don't like bars either," he said. He stood up abruptly, hoping his partial erection didn't show and put a five dollar bill on the bar.
"Keep the change, Harry," he said. For some reason he wanted to seem more reckless than he really was. Mae stood up too and preceded him out the door without a word, not noticing that Bob turned as he followed her and threw a conspiratorial wink at the amazed Harry.
As soon as they were outside, Bob started to head for the street he lived on, but Mae took him by the arm and led him into a side street.
"Let's go the back way," she said. "It's a lot shorter, and more private." The confused young husband almost sighed in his relief. It would have been touchy to walk openly right past his own house and go into another with this seductively sexy woman. Mae had thrown a light wrap around her bare shoulders as they left the bar, but nothing could disguise the wonderfully sinuous motion of her provocative young body as she walked. Bob couldn't take his eyes from her hips as they gently swayed before him. There was something special, strange almost, about this lovely woman.
They walked down the alley behind her house, and a couple of minutes later the anxious young man found himself in an ordinary suburban kitchen. He followed Mae into a well-furnished living room and took the seat she offered him. There was a large bar in one corner of the room with row on row of bottles.
"Want a drink?" she asked.
"Sure, my usual I suppose. Scotch on the rocks."
"Oh come on," she said with a sultry laugh that sent chills up and down Bob's spine. "Let's be a little different today." She reached up and pulled down a strangely shaped bottle filled with a thick green liquid. "This is a very special Pernod," she said, "made with absinthe. It's outlawed now but I like it."
Without waiting for an answer from Bob she poured two glasses full of the liquor, then filled them the rest of the way with water. The thick green color turned to a milky white as the water was added, fascinating Bob, and he decided he wanted to try it. Mae dropped in a few ice cubes and handed him his glass.
"Cheers," she said and drank. Bob followed her lead and took an experimental sip. It tasted like licorice and went down smoothly. He drank some more.
"Like it?"
"Fine, but it doesn't seem all that powerful."
"Powerful enough," she said. Then after a short pause, "It's an aphrodisiac you know."
The young husband almost choked on his drink, but Mae kept on talking, a queer smile playing over her lips.
"It sneaks up and hits you when you least expect it. Never makes you dull or sleepy like alcohol, just a smooth mellow feeling that stays with you. And it heightens the senses."
The nervous young man began to wonder what he was getting into, but he decided to put up a bold front and quickly drained the rest of his drink. He held up his glass for more.
"It's your turn to make the drinks," Mae said. "Meanwhile I want to get into something more comfortable." She put her glass on the bar and walked towards a wide archway that led into the hall while Bob moved behind the bar and poured the drinks. He put a little more in his this time, admitting to himself that it did have a nice soft effect. Already he was feeling light-headed and a "don't give a damn" feeling was spreading over him. In fact, he was feeling a helluva lot better than he had in a long time. He took a good-sized slug of his drink and walked out from behind the bar and then his thoughts were cut short by Mae's voice coming from the other room.
"Why don't you put some music on while I change," she said. The shock of hearing an unexpected voice made Bob realize in what a far away place the liquor had already put him. He mumbled an okay and walked over to the record player. It was near the big archway, and he couldn't help but notice a movement down at the end of the hall, and he saw with a shock that he was looking into a bedroom, the bedroom where Mae was changing her clothes.
The embarrassed young man looked down quickly and fumblingly put on a record. Soft music filled the room. He didn't want to be a peeping Tom, but what the hell, she must have known he would be able to see her from the record player. She must have set it up that way or why wouldn't she have closed the door?
Bob quickly took a large drink from his glass, noticing that with each further sip of the milky white liquid the cares that had been weighing on him ever since he left home this morning seemed to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence that he had never possessed before seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It was as if his senses were wrapped in a soundproof cocoon of heightened awareness.
He looked up again just in time to see this strange girl he had followed home drop her simple black dress to the floor. His cock lurched inside his pants as her voluptuous young body came into view. She was moving slowly, almost theatrically, as if she knew his eyes were on her. But even so there were no lewd or obscene movements on her part. She didn't need them; the natural sensuality of her lush body was enough in itself.
As the unintentional voyeur watched breathlessly, Mae turned her back towards him and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. The fully rounded moons of her buttocks came into sight, and he had a tantalizing view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties slipping teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks as she stooped. The panties remained caught between her ass-cheeks as she straightened up to fold her dress.
The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his beautiful neighbor walked across the room to a closet, her tautly rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. It was a graceful easy walk that reminded Bob of a leopard he had seen once in a zoo. Yes, there was a lithe suppleness about this strange girl that dripped sex and forbidden pleasures. He judged that she must be two or three years older than himself, but she still had the body of a twenty year old.
One thing was certain; he could not back down now. That would make him appear to be a gutless coward in front of this fascinating creature. Still, from somewhere in its back files, his mind fished out the word "infidelity" and flashed it across his conscience. Yes, this was infidelity but damn it, it was as much Jill's fault as his. If she weren't so unresponsive to his advances he'd be home right now where he belonged.
His mind droned on, the subversive white liquid he had been drinking rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally have. The straying young husband watched Mae more intently now as she turned back from the closet dressed only in her brassiere, garter belt, panties, and high-heeled shoes, the thin veneer of the stockings shining silkily in the soft light of the room.
It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to take her like that, with her stockings and high heels still on. He had never fucked a woman that way, and though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Jill down on the bed when she was undressing, she had always pushed him away in her best puritanical manner and continued her undressing in the bathroom. How many times had he seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to have a thing about it he could not understand.
This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out that she knew what her sensual young body was for and that she would not hesitate to use it in bed. There could be no doubt about that!
The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. With an effort, he tore himself away from his watching and moved quickly to the bat to pour himself another drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it down before the ice had even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the painfully throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his trousers. For the moment, it helped.
"Bob," he suddenly heard that excitingly throaty voice from the other room, "Please bring me my drink."
Behind the bar Bob jumped slightly from the unexpected sound, almost knocking over his glass. He had been too immersed in his own half-drugged thoughts to be prepared for the sudden summons.
"Bob," she repeated again, "Please?"
"Y-Yes," he stammered back, "Right away."
"Well hurry, it's lonely and dry in here."
The flustered young man flushed as he tried to force his fully erect cock back into the tightness of his shorts. How could he walk into the room like this? It was too obvious. After a moment's struggle he got it pushed down the best he could, then picked up the two drinks and headed for the bedroom. No thought of resisting remained in his mind now, only a little self doubt. Could he handle this woman?
Mae looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now, that came just to the tops of her thighs. The robe was tied very loosely, and it was obvious that she had shed the brassiere and panties while he was mixing the drinks. She still had on the garter belt, sheer silk stockings, and high heeled shoes. The deep cleavage of her breasts showed without impediment at the top.
"Mmmmmmmm." She grinned after sipping from the glass he handed her. "You're learning quickly. Just the right amount."
"I've been practicing on myself," Bob answered, raising his glass towards her. He suddenly found he wasn't nervous at all, but felt instead a growing power and self-confidence that he had never experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the true strength within himself, a strength that had been dormant all this time he had been married to Jill, all this time he had been catering to her prudish school-girl ideas about making love. He knew that making love to this woman who stood almost naked before him was going to change him, and perhaps nothing less would ever satisfy him again.
Mae lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front of his trousers. Her smile deepened and two dimples appeared on her cheeks.
"We're going to like one another," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I can tell."
"Very observant," he said a little self-consciously. "I didn't think you'd notice."
"How could I miss something like that? You're quite a man."
She settled herself back on the edge of the big bed, leaning back on her elbows. The short robe rode up over her full sensuous thighs, exposing the soft silky down of the pubic mound at the base of her smooth white belly. She patted the bed beside her, indicating that he should sit down.
"Well," she said after he had settled himself. "Tell me something about yourself. You know, I really know very little about you – or your wife."
Bob was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say about himself or Jill either, for that matter? But before he could answer she said, "No, it isn't really important now. We can talk about that later – when we already know each other in more interesting ways… Do you like the Pernod?"
"It makes me less inhibited, I will say that," he kidded, reaching over with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his nails over the whiteness of her stomach.
Mae shivered for a moment at this first contact of his fingers against her soft flesh.
"Mmmm, it makes you a lot braver, too. At first, at the bar, I didn't know if you would come home with me."
"That was centuries ago," he smiled over at her, feeling a slight flush from the liquor. "Shall I get you another drink?"
"There's some in the cabinet." She pointed to a corner of the room. "You'll find everything you need there, including ice."
Bob rose, taking her glass from her hand and glanced down at her thinly bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her slightly parted legs. It did not make him at all uncomfortable to look at her like this, and a pleased smile crossed over his face as she opened her thighs a little more. She was clearly excited; the first tiny dewdrops of moisture were rising between her legs and glistening in the tight narrow vaginal slit as she exposed herself to him. He hurried with the drinks, the impatient heat in his own body rising rapidly.
When Bob returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, his seductress had loosened the front of her robe even more, exposing her large full breasts and their ruby-ripe nipples.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her seductive nakedness with the drinks still in his hands. He could see that her eyes were dilated a little from excitement, and it was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and locking his lips to her sweet little pussy at this very moment, but he held himself back, sensing that she needed more. This woman would know what making love was all about, and she wasn't the kind one just jumped on top of and rammed it into without preparing her well. The reward should definitely be worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said huskily as she reached for the drink he handed her. "In fact, you're a very handsome young man."
"I'm not that young," he said quickly, "almost as old as you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife I mean?" She asked the question matter-of-factly as though it were a perfectly normal piece of conversation.
"Enough," he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the lips as if to show he had been doing this kind of thing all his life.
She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here, put my drink on the table or we'll spill it."
The aroused young man took both drinks and quickly put them on the table by the bed, then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She reached up and curled her arms around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were part of him. Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painful hardness as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his excited penis. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers, and he wondered if she could feel the dampness through the material.
Her thigh continued massaging against him with a practiced thoroughness until he thought the head of his cock would explode. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure.
Bob thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with sharp little bites of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. To escape for a moment that overpowering teasing sensation, the shaken young man pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Jill and how shocked she would be if she could see him now, stretched over the almost naked body of their seductive neighbor. Her girlish innocence wouldn't believe it; she just didn't know infidelity existed.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Mae suddenly asked, as if she had been reading his thoughts.
"She's too inexperienced," he answered without wanting to get too far into the subject.
"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his ear. "Come on, let's get naked."
He realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him, and that her thighs had parted even more and were pressing impatiently on each side of his hips.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked, breathing even more deeply.
"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words exciting him all the more since they came from her throat.
"Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How?" she groaned beneath him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Get your clothes off before I die."
The excited Bob rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and shorts and stood over her as she lay nakedly back and waiting on the bed, his cock standing out in full erection in front of him.
She lifted her body slightly and pulled away the flimsy robe she had been wearing, leaving her with nothing on but her garter belt and hose. Her black high heeled shoes had fallen to the floor with a double thud that sounded almost as one, they had come so close together. She looked up at him standing starkly nude above her, and her eyes riveted on his long hard penis standing proudly out in the air. For a long moment she watched its throbbing blood-filled head and then said: "It's beautiful. I want to feel it deep inside me, twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
The now panting Bob lay down on the bed beside the beautiful naked woman, dragging her over to him with his strong arms. He moved one hand down to her smooth rounded buttocks cupping their beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young body was warm and soft against his as she raised her face to him and locked her mouth to his while her hand searched down between their bodies, groping towards his rock-hard penis.
Bob could only gasp as her cool fingers closed around his stiffness, and he pressed his head forward to moistly return her kiss. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but one that reminded him of dark jungle glades. The now panting woman crushed the full length of her velvety body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him. Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
A lewdly grinning Bill Reagan sat on the other side of the bedroom wall, watching through a small opening. He held a camera in one hand and from time to time he raised it to photograph the nakedly writhing pair on the bed. He knew they could not see him even though he could make out every detail of everything they did.
Damn, he thought, his little niece really was fantastic in bed!
He felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he studied her passion-distorted face. She obviously wasn't faking it, and he wondered why she never reacted this way to him when he forced her to open her thighs to him. The watching Reagan had never realized she could screw like this, other than with the dog. Well, when this young punk had finished with her today he would try her out himself and see how she came across.
He raised the camera again. He had plans for these pictures. They were going to help him get into his little blonde neighbor's pants, the wife of this bastard who was screwing his niece half to death just in the other room.
The big man leaned back with the contented thought of Jill's long slim legs wrapped lightly around him as he shoved into her. He would fuck her within an inch of her life. By God, he'd show her what a piece of tail was, and she'd never forget it as long as she lived.
He could feel his cock hardening at the lewd thought and he turned his attention back to the two bodies struggling on the big bed before him. Small beads of sweat began to form on his brow from the excitement he always felt when he watched other people fucking.
Mae also was amazed at her reactions. She had looked on the seduction of this young neighbor as an onerous duty forced on her by her hated uncle, but found to her surprise that she was enjoying it, more than she ever thought she would be able to with a man. She had been brutalized sexually ever since she could remember by Reagan, and the only bright spot of affection in her life had been the dog, Hector. Now this young man's patience and gentleness were having their affect, and her body was responding with a wild enthusiasm, in a way she had only thought possible with Hector. How different it was from the gut-wrenching disgust she felt when her brutal uncle forced his perversions on her.
In mounting excitement Mae crushed Bob to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his hard young body, eagerly exploring all of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow crevice of her hair-lined vaginal slit. She arched her body for a moment levering both her and Bob up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching down under her buttocks with both hands, she pulled her wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with her most sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her nakedly quivering body back onto the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
This new pressure against his aching cock shot pinwheels of sensation through the young husband's reeling mind. He forced his hands underneath the shoulders of the beautiful woman lying trapped beneath him and ran them down the soft curves of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her tautened muscles rippled sinuously just under her velvety skin, indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush young body. The cords in her thighs tensed against his hips, and he wondered how her legs would feel later when they wrapped around him in passion – when he had his long thick hardness planted deep up inside her hungering belly.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered, and squirmed her smooth flat belly close up against him. Her nails scratched slowly across his back leaving small red welts in their wake.
Bob pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her soft warm buttocks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked virginal plane up tighter against him. He undulated his body slowly, sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up and down her widespread slit, sensing her growing hotter and more aroused with each passing second. Mae's hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until, without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer into her.
"Oh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage impatience.
The gasping young husband started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between their merged bodies and circled around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it between the hair-lined lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Bob groaned above her as he felt her scrape his cock-head up and down in the soft warm flesh up between her legs, parting her silken vaginal hair with the pulsating blood-filled tip of his penis. The dark pubic curls grazed teasingly against his penis, forcing it to an even greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back for another second!
Wildly aroused, Bob flicked his hips forward with a sudden powerful thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth of Mae's pussy with a flesh-splitting force.
"Ooooohh," she moaned beneath him, and he felt the warm elastic-like cuntal sheath slip wetly over his rampant penis. His desire-swollen cock-head entered her tight little pussy, with a slight pop, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, but he instinctively sensed that she could control her vaginal muscles and make it this tight every time. He knew he wasn't going to let a woman like this get away for long, and mentally vowed that this would not be the last time they made love.
His long thick cock pushed up her warmly waiting cunt to the full depths of her belly. She was almost too tight at first and caused his rigidly throbbing member to ache, but her hot clasping passage soon became moist and slippery from her cuntal secretions and he fucked in and out of her easily.
In his excitement, he rammed forward like a bull and felt his cum-filled balls slap hard against her upturned ass-cheeks. Mae screamed below him, a low animal scream of pain and ecstasy, and twisted momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. Her cry of protest only excited him more and he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for the helplessly skewered brunette.
The triumphant young man lay still for a moment to let the pain of his sudden thrust subside, proud that he could hurt her that way. He had gained the upper hand because he knew that he had hurt her, and she could not hurt him back in return. It was the age-old plight of woman, and would always make her subject to man. Bob reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over this beautiful woman, impaled nakedly beneath him, and he flexed the hot pulsing head of his cock a little deeper, bringing another low moan from between her clenched teeth.
Damn, the bastard's really fucking her good, Bill Reagan mused from his vantage point in the other room as he watched the hard fleshy cock of his young neighbor disappear to the hilt between his niece's widespread thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile on his lips what the kid was going to look like when he saw his own wife being fucked within an inch of her life by someone he hardly knew, namely himself, Bill Reagan. An obscene thrill rippled through him at the thought of ramming it into that stuck-up little bitch's cunt. She was going to get it good.
In the bedroom the lust-inflamed Bob began fucking his thick fiery cock like a madman into the voluptuously squirming flesh beneath him. Mae strained back now, arching her hungry loins up at him in spite of the pain, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress with the strength of each of her answering upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her pussy up and down his long rigid cock in the chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as mankind. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress in wild abandon.
"Oooooooh God, it's good, it's good… Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, make me scream!"
Bob obediently reached down between her nakedly thrashing buttocks as he continued to piston relentlessly in and out of her wetly clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice between her straining ass-cheeks, stretching it wide, searching with the tip of his outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus.
Suddenly he found it!
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard shaft was fucking as mercilessly into her. It had moistened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling it give a little and then suddenly the elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. The lewdly impaled girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first blinding pain.
"Aaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!"
He thrust again, sinking in to the second knuckle.
"Ooooohhh, yessss, yessssss…! Hurt me, hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain he felt her suddenly begin screwing her frantically squirming buttocks back on his impaling finger until it was sunk in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled his finger inside, rotating it around in her warm buttery rectum. Through the thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he could feel the underside of his own cock sliding in and out of her vaginal passage and he began to match that rhythm with his extended finger, skewering her between the two as she groaned under him. His nail momentarily caught the tender flesh of her anus and she jerked, but then she recaptured the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
The excited young man could feel his pulsating cock growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping pussy until he was sure it would burst from the inexorable pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped against her naked trembling buttocks below. The pleasure was just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer; she had to cum soon. To excite her even more he rose a bit high on her so that his long thick penis was scraping her clitoris with every stroke.
"Oh… oh… oh…" she chanted out, digging her nails into his sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched at his nakedly pumping buttocks in an attempt to pull him ever deeper into her. Her passion-wracked body twitched and writhed beneath his long smooth strokes, her face contorted with lust, mouth working, nostrils flared, soft deep moans coming from her throat. Bob could feel her warmly quivering cuntal flesh holding him in, sucking and pulling at his hot, almost bursting cock.
He rammed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch of his thickness plundering into her wildly clasping pussy, pulling a fresh ecstatic groan from her lips with each new thrust, making her open her eyes to stare up at him with a lust-glazed look.
"Aaaaaggghhh… wonderful, wonder… aaaaaaahhhhh…" she gasped and raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the bed to give him more leverage as he pushed into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly gyrating pelvis, aiming at that hot clasping chasm in the center, pistoning in with strong muscular regularity. Despite the shortness of his own breath, the thought of being able to hold her under such a spell spurred him on. He watched her face, glorying in his power to draw different expressions of passion from it while he moved over her as if she were some kind of instrument responding to invisible fingers on its keyboard.
By now Bob's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire which swept through him in great hot gusts of passion and pleasure. He gasped and quivered as he fucked into the writhing body below, reveling in the feel of her flesh, her beautiful flesh, the supple flesh of this darkly sensuous woman.
"Ooooohhh… ooooohhhhh, hard… harder… fuck me harder!" Mae cried out, her desire seemingly insatiable. She begged and pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat. She was nearing her climax, and her body had become something demonic, her legs spread wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on. Bob was amazed at how hot her body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her head wildly from side to side, her mouth open in complete abandonment. She swung her thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins.
"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.