Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

Jill's liquor dazed, shock contorted brain reeled from his familiarity. He's doing it again! My God! His hand is on my breast again! No… I must stop him! I must! He hasn't the right, no matter what sick, lewd sin is being committed before me… But she couldn't stop him, any more than she could run or speak at that moment. Her brain was as if frozen. What had happened to her? Oh God, what was that fluttery feeling in her stomach now that made her feel as if she might throw up? And… and between her legs seemed so hot and wet… as if somehow, some way, she was aroused sexually! No.

"My wife and your husband, Jill. Making each other feel good, just the way you and I could feel good. I want to make love to you, Jill, make love as they are"

Noooooo! She couldn't do such a thing! The very idea appalled her, made her want to run… but she couldn't run! Was she crazy? Perhaps the events she'd witnessed had twisted her mind, because, incomprehensibly, she was not appalled… no longer… she no longer cared about anything!

Involuntarily, Jill squirmed back against Harry's slightly moving loins and moved her chest so that her warmly tingling breasts were more firmly embedded in the cup of his wandering hand. Her breath came in jagged spurts, and her nostrils dilated, and her eyes were locked upon Tom and Gay. She was no longer her own master, but the slave of some alien force. and she felt her will to resist departing on wings of sudden speed.

Harry saw that the time was right. Expertly, he raised her blouse, and obediently, though trembling, Jill raised her arms and the blouse came off to be thrown aside. Her ripe young breasts quivered and her belly rippled, but she didn't lose sight of the couple fucking directly in front of them. Then the brassiere… and her warmly palpitating breasts, trembling like leaves in autumn winds, were free. She moaned, and then Harry was clutching her to him, caressing each firm, proud young mound of warm flesh lavishly with his hands, tweaking the tips to round, rock-hard berries.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Jill? My hands feel good on your breasts

"Yes… yes, they feel good," she responded automatically. She didn't know what was happening to her except that she was too weak to fight this wonderfully new feeling that seemed to be pervading her traitorously interested body. It was awful… terrible… a thing to be loathed… what was happening around her, to her, and by her! Yet she wanted it to continue. Oh, Dear God, she wanted it!

Almost trembling himself with the passion to fuck this frightened female before him, Harry slid the zipper of his pants down, the rasping sound almost inaudible. He looked once to see if the couple on the bed had heard, or more precisely, if Tom Parker had heard what was happening behind him, but a cannon wouldn't have disturbed Tom from the pistoning hot release he was searching for. This was the test, Harry knew… the test as to whether he had been right about Jill Parker's hidden wells of sexual emotion. This was the test.

"Jill… honey, Jill… Let's take your dress down so that we can make love while we watch.

"Yes… " Jill's mind replied before she realized what she had thought. Her fingers plucked at the zipper and gathering the cloth of her panties with the fabric of the dress, she wriggled slightly and slid them down, then stepped out of them… and was bare. BARE! NAKED! NUDE! her mind screamed at her, but she didn't notice. She couldn't, for she was too far gone then on the Drambuie and the sexual arousal and agony to care. She was consumed totally by new and powerful emotions seething in the pit she'd for so long kept a lid on… a lid which had been thrust aside by the shock of seeing Tom, her own husband, locked in a lewd sexual coupling with another woman.

The exposed lush whiteness of her smooth, rounded buttocks were lust provoking to Harry's jaded eyes, as was the glistening wetness of her hair-fringed little cunt which peeked so provocatively from between her legs. "I'm going to make love to you now, Jill," he murmured into her ear. He massaged the warm pliant flesh of her ass cheeks and dipped one outstretched finger into her wetly quivering cuntal valley. "I'm going to take off my pants and fuck you like your husband's fucking my wife."

Nooooo howled the last vestige of her morality, and then came the louder, more sonorous bellow of a new Jill Parker. A voice which over shadowed the old. Yesssss, I want to be loved. Please love me… now!

She heard him remove his clothing in hurried, almost frantic haste, and then he was beside her again with his hotly throbbing penis pressed tightly to the fleshy crevice between her trembling ass cheeks, and she felt it leave a thin trail of wet seminal stickiness as it slid up and down between the gently palpitating moons. She also felt his lust-bloated head and marveled in its size as it heatedly pulsated against her naked backside. With a sudden sense of shame, she tingled with the same terrible feeling of wantonness and need which had brought her to such subjugation as this. She couldn't understand it… and she didn't want to.

"I'm going to do it now, Jill… I'm going to slide my cock in your pussy now… please don't make any noise. Be very quiet… so we can watch them.

Jill sucked in her breath, every fiber trembling with fear and anticipation. She spread her legs wider and bent over slightly at his command, and she sensed her wetly pulsating vagina flower open and secrete more juices than she had ever thought possible. Then he pressed forward, and the first, tentative nudges of his massively thickened cock against the softness of her pubic hair sent shivers racing through her marrow. Then, almost without her being aware of it, his warmly throbbing cock-head had effortlessly slid into her wetly clasping cuntal opening. He added another throbbing inch, and slid yet more into her sensitively elastic hole.

He's inside me, she dazedly thought as the sensations of her desire reduced her to an almost quivering mindlessness. He feels good, just like he said, and not like Tom does when he rapes me… oh yes, he's so big, but so gentle and sooooo nice… yes, this is what I dreamed love making felt like.

And then, as if an admitting to herself that there was goodness and warmness to be found in making love, a certain relaxing of Jill's mind took place. She found that her ability to move had returned, and she moved, slowly and rhythmically back against his huge, wonderfully hard penis with her warmly inviting buttocks. She found her voice again as well, and turning to shine her eyes of passion upon Harry, she said; "Fuck me"

Harry smiled triumphantly as he heard Jill's whispered cry of total surrender, and he immediately levered forward with a victorious thrust. His huge, bloated cock surged like some monstrous dredging machine along the moistly warm tunnel of the young wife's tensed cunt, spreading wide the tender membranous walls as it roared deep up against her womb. The bulbous, lubricated head hammered mercilessly against her cervix, while at the same time his semen-heavy testicles slammed hard up between her dampened and quivering thighs.

Jill suppressed a scream of anguish at Harry's harsh onslaught as her glazed eyes stared at the sight of her husband and Gay Sommers in the other room. Gay's warmly elastic cuntal sheath was molded wetly to Tom's wildly rampaging penis, clasping it almost defensively as Tom withdrew to plunge again into her eagerly receptive cunt from the rear, flexing his hips to drive the great hot poker of flesh into the very core of her being.

Jill hurtled her own tormented buttocks back against Harry's jackknifing penis in an almost reflexive action, but the involuntary movement only served to flower wider her passion-dampened cunt around Harry's lust-thickened cock, and he thrust savagely again. He was fucking into her with long looping thrusts of his loins, seeming to gain impetus from the very bottoms of his toes, reveling in the complete subjugation of this innocent young married woman whom he and his wife had so gleefully plotted to corrupt.