J. Watson: Wives In Torment

He grew stiff and hard immediately.

"Kiss it all over," he directed Angie.

Angie used her tongue and lips to coat his cock with her saliva. It took a little while. When he was satisfied he pushed her head away.

He gave Julia no warning. He dropped down on top of her and pushed his cock savagely into her cunt. It was lucky that she was already wet or the act of penetration might have torn something.

He kept working until he had his huge cock half into her. Again he shoved and his big rod slammed all the way up to his balls.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Oh fuck me hard. Stick that beautiful thing in me."

He was rough and she was still afraid of it, but that was part of his excitement. He withdrew his cock partly and once again slammed it into her. She began to match his deep thrusts by raising her ass off the couch.

"Put your goddamned legs up bitch, way up," he commanded.

She quickly raised her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. He was breathing rapidly as he continued to slam his thick rod into her.

She was aware that he reached out and grabbed Angie. He jerked her close and began to fondle her titties and her cunt.

Angie was afraid to move!

"Oh shit," Julia said. "Oh it's heaven! Oh, you're killing me! Jesus!

Jesus! Jesusssss!"

She came so quickly that it even surprised her. She lay there panting as she felt her body quit trembling. God, it was fine. She was aware that he withdrew his cock and he hadn't come. She didn't care. Her orgasm had been glorious enough to last her for days.

"Oh Jesus," she said softly.

She was able to turn her head. He was after Angie now. Her eyes were pleading but he was having none of that. He turned her around and made her bend over the couch. His big red cock made him look like a bull.

He placed it against her cunt entrance and savagely thrust inside.

"Oh Jesus!" Angie cried out. She was in pain, but he didn't care. He kept slamming his thick cock between her legs. Her young body rocked with the savagery of his thrusts. Again and again he slammed that big rod into her.

Julia grew fascinated watching. Angie screamed softly but nobody was listening. His hips bucked once more and she saw the look of animal pleasure that crossed his face. He was spurting his cum into Angie's young cunt.

He withdrew his cock and turned Angie back around. He wiped himself off in her blonde hair. He slapped her face hard.

"Fucking bitch!" he said savagely.

Angie was crying. She cried softly as he left the room. Julia waited.

She knew that Angie thought it was over but Julia knew better. She was right. In a few minutes she heard someone enter the room.

She turned her head so that she could look at the two men. One was an elderly gentleman with white hair. He was dressed nicely. The other looked like a skid-row bum, but he was much younger. He had dark, curly hair that looked greasy.

"Shit," he said. "Will you look at that."

"Which one?" the elderly gentleman said.

"I don't know," he said. "I like the one with the big tits but that young one, she looks delicious."

Angie quit crying and seemed to realize that the two men were in the room.

"Oh no," she pleaded. "No, please. I hurt, I can't take anymore.

Please let me rest."

Julia didn't move. She knew it wouldn't matter if she fought. She was aware of the elderly gentleman undressing and getting onto the couch with her. She heard Angie start screaming but Julia didn't turn her head. She already knew what was happening to poor Angie.

She let her hand fall between the old man's legs. She found his cock ramrod straight.

"Ummm," she said. "You have a nice one."

She was too exhausted to do much else than hold him. He entered her with one quick shove of his hips. He felt good inside her cunt, but after the big blond man she knew she was going to feel little else but warmth for a while.

Angie was screaming even louder and Julia wished that the girl would shut up. It had to happen. Just relax and get it over with.

The old man started panting and Julia lifted her legs so that his strokes went deeper. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer to her. There was nothing really glorious about his fucking but it did feel good.

Oh," he said. "Oh, Oh, Oh!"

She felt his cock-head expand within her and she felt the wetness of his jism spurting out. He gave her a few more strokes before he fell against her.

Angie was no longer screaming. She was making small gasping sounds as the greasy-haired man neared his climax.

Julia knew she needed to get out of there. There would be more men coming. Angie was in for a long night. But Julia had to get back. As soon as the elderly man pulled his limp prick from her cunt, Julia got up.

She dressed hurriedly before any more men could be sent in.

There were two more coming in just as Julia followed the elderly man out the door.

Once more Julia heard Angie scream.

Sheriff Henry Gilbert was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He had never had things quite so good. It wasn't just the free pussy, although that schoolteacher had been something else. He wondered how Dan Jacobs had ever gotten photographs of that sweet young thing.

But there were a lot of things that were going good for him.

Money, for one thing. He had never had as much money as he'd wanted, but now he could see it coming. All the money a man could ask for and five beautiful women for the taking. It was a good life after all.

He did his usual patrol that evening, and he saw the young girl get off the bus. Runaway was the first thought that struck his mind. He didn't remember seeing any flyers on the girl, but he knew that such a young, sweetlooking thing had to be running away.

He edged his car over to the side of the road, and got out.

He was right. The young girl was looking at everyone but him. He wondered how young she was. She didn't look much older than fifteen.

She wore a skirt that showed off an inch of her creamy thighs. Her breasts were small but firm and her tight blouse showed them off to good advantage.

He wondered how it would feel to put his lips to her sweet buds.

"God," he said out loud. "I'm getting to be a horny devil. I might have to go see one of my friends tonight."

He laughed out loud and rubbed his crotch.

"Miss?" he said.

The girl turned and looked at him and he saw the quick rise of her titties. Her face was pale and there was alarm in her eyes.

Definitely a runaway, he thought.

"Miss?" he said again.

She pretended she didn't hear him. She started walking in the other direction. He quickened his steps. He didn't catch up too quickly, though. He enjoyed the way her pert ass wiggled under that skirt.

He finally caught up and grabbed her elbow.

"Hold on, little darling," he said.

The girl stopped dead still. He could almost hear the beating of her heart. Her skin felt soft and satiny, and again he wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl this young.

Jailbait, his mind warned. Stay away from girls like this one. You got too much good going to fuck it up now. But he could still feel the aching at his crotch.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Just to ask a few questions," he said. "Why don't we walk back to my car?"

"I'm in a hurry," she said. "I can't stop now. I'm meeting someone."

It was obvious that she was lying. He had played these games with runaways before. They always lied. Some of them would even try conning you. Once a young girl had offered him the best piece of ass he'd ever had if he'd let her go. It was a rotten fuck. She just lay there, in the back holding cell, and never uttered a word while he fucked her.

She had been jailbait too, but he hadn't had so many things going then.