J Watson: Two raped wives

She glanced into the driver's mirror and saw Rena glancing back. Rena's face bore an expression of horror. Jennifer started to pray that her young friend didn't do anything stupid.

"That's nice," he said, "that's so Goddamned nice."

His fingers touched her bare flesh as he slipped his hand under the loosened bra. His fingers felt much hotter as he stroked her breast. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching her. She leaned farther back against the seat and allowed him to do what he wanted.

"They are so beautiful," he breathed.

There was a chance she might have grabbed for the gun for he seemed to have forgotten about it. He had pushed both his rough hands underneath her bra to cup her breasts.

Jennifer decided against it. She didn't know how quick he could be, and she didn't know that much about guns. Maybe it had a safety or something and she would look pretty stupid trying to shoot him with a gun that wouldn't shoot.

Besides, it wasn't so bad. Other boys had touched her breasts. She had been a cheerleader in high school and every boy in school had tried. There was no sense pretending to be so shocked by what this man was doing.

She wanted to live most of all.

"Baby," he said, "baby, I've got to kiss them."

She reached down and pulled up her sweater to her neck. His eyes ran over her exposed body. She wasn't ashamed of herself. She knew she had a good build with two large creamy breasts capped with large pink nipples.

"Jesus," Dave Madden said softly.

He had her bra up and he bent his head to lick her nipples. This was the place she had always stopped the boys in school. She was extremely sensitive around her nipples. She got turned on too easily.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. She thought of how good her husband was to her, and of how Rena was looking in the mirror.

She tried to tell herself that she couldn't get carried away, and that it was sick to even let herself feel.

"Oh," she said, as his rough lips captured one cherry bud and his teeth nipped gently.

Her nipples were just so sensitive. She felt them getting taut in the wet warmth of his mouth. He may have been in prison for seven years but he had not forgotten how to turn a woman wild. His teeth and lips worked at her until she felt tingly all over.

His mouth left her tits. He pushed her at an angle against the door. His lips traced a wet path down her quivering belly to the tops of her pants.

She felt his tongue going under the top of her pants.

"No," she said, "please don't do that."

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Are you afraid you're going to like it too much?"

She couldn't answer him because what he said was true. She had always had a secret desire to ask Tom to kiss her down there, or even to kiss him. She never had because she could imagine how shocked Tom would get.

Oddly enough, Tom and Rena were a lot alike in their prudish outlook.

He tugged her snug fitting pants down her long, slender legs. She was wearing a pair of thin blue panties and the flimsy material ripped in two halves in his grasping fingers.

"Sweet, sweet pussy," he said. "God, it's been a long time since I dived into a muff like that."

Jennifer could no longer see the mirror and she was thankful for that. There was no telling what sick expression would be on Rena's face.

Dave was grinning lewdly as he bent his head and pressed his rough lips against her thigh. She shivered as his tongue caressed the soft flesh, going higher and higher on her thighs until his tongue tangled in her thick, blonde pubic hair.

"Please stop," she begged him.

Jennifer didn't really want to stop him. It seemed so sick and yet she was hungry to feel his tongue right there. He knew how to make her body throb as Tom never had.

He pushed his face between her legs, and she nearly jumped out of the seat. He rubbed his tongue up and down her swollen cunt lips and she started feeling wet down there.

Again he knew exactly how to turn her on the most. He pushed his strong hands underneath her ass and lifted her slightly. Her legs just seemed to fall apart.

"What a delicious view," he said.

Again his face went between her legs. This time he licked up the tangy juices that covered her pussy. Then she felt his tongue parting the folds of her moist pink cunt.

"He never did that," she gasped. "Tom never did that!"

It felt good. It no longer mattered that her best friend was probably watching from the front seat. Nothing had ever felt like this.

His tongue slipped deep into her juiced up cunt. She couldn't control her hot desire as she spread her legs farther apart and grasped his head with both her hands. Her fingers tangled in his thick blond hair as she pulled him closer.

"Eat me," she groaned. "Tom never ate me. He never did that to me."

She could sense his surprise at this sudden animal wildness in her. She was just as surprised at herself. She'd never gotten this hot so qickly.

His tongue was a fiery dart filling her cunt so that she felt like exploding. Her body throbbed as she began moving her hips in rhythm to his thrusting tongue.

"Jesus," she groaned, "oh, nothing has ever felt like this. I love your tongue. I love it! Jesus, you're making me so hot. I can't stand itttttttt aghhhhhhhhh!"

She ground herself against his face as she felt her juices fill his mouth. He drank them in like he was thirsty for them and he didn't try to get away.

A relaxed feeling came over her as her body stopped throbbing so deliciously. He raised his face from between her thighs, and she watched him licking his lips.

"It's my turn," he said.

Jennifer became aware of the car slowing down almost as soon as he did.

"What is it?" he asked.

"The police," Rena said. "They're stopping people."

Jennifer raised up so that she could see the roadblock up ahead. Jennifer felt a tight feeling in her throat. They were just minutes away from being dead unless something happened.

"Put your sweater on," Dave said, "we'll give the police something to think about."

Jennifer pulled on her sweater and tugged it down to just above her knees. Dave pulled her close and her sweater stretched so that the outline of her nipples showed against her sweater.

"Good," Dave said, "now don't make any mistakes or you could both wind up dead."

It was really easy to get through the roadblock. The young police officer never took his eyes off Jennifer the entire time. He probably never even took a good look at Dave Madden.

For some reason Jennifer felt excited and she crossed her legs so that her sweater slid up almost to her crotch. She saw the young officer's eyes feast on her bare flesh. She knew he was wondering what she had on underneath the sweater.

Finally he had to give up looking and he waved them through.

"That was a good job," Dave Madden said. "Keep it up and nobody will get hurt."

Dave tugged Jennifer back against him and his hand slipped underneath her sweater to cup her pussy. He rubbed her sensitive cunt lips with his fingers.

"You turned into a real hot momma," he said. "I bet your husband never offered to do that."

"No," she admitted.

"I bet you never had a cock in your mouth either," he said.

Jennifer had that choking feeling in her throat again. She'd been afraid he would want her to suck him. He was right that she'd never done it, but she'd always wondered what it was like. She'd never expected to find out this way.

His hand left her pussy. He leaned back against the far door and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Now do a good job," he said. "I've got a hot load for you. A seven year load."

Jennifer brushed back a strand of her blonde hair as she looked at his crotch. She saw the outline of his cock and she felt weak with excitement.