Carole Wilson - Video Games

Her first reaction was one of shocked horror. She blinked rapidly several times, her eyes held transfixed by the full color carnality which she saw in the viewer's screen. Her brain was spinning with the combined forces of startlement and undiluted gin. Lord, they were really fucking!

Gotta get another drink! She picked up the unseen film cassettes and the viewer and headed for the kitchen, having first dropped off the film and viewer on the bedroom dresser.

My God! she thought when she'd settled on the bed in their bedroom.

This is…it's filthy! It's pornography, that's what it is, plain and simple pornography!

She wanted to cast the offending cassettes from her, but a curious perversity made her grip them more tightly between her fingers and kept her eyes fastened to the viewing screen. The first cassette showed a sweet-looking blonde straddling a dark-haired man; both of them were nude, with their cocks and cunts fully exposed to the camera, and his …his prick was pushed halfway up into her open pussy!

Gillian swallowed hard, watching the expression on the young woman's face. It was one of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, lids drooping, mouth parting and wet. With the tip of her wet pink tongue darting out between her lips, she seemed to be oblivious to the camera, caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment, of the feeling of the man's hardened cock imbedded deep within her tightly gripping cunt walls. And she was manipulating her own tits, squeezing them passionately in her ardor.

God! She can't be more than nineteen years old! Gillian thought feverishly.

Staring at the angelic young girl's obvious enjoyment, Gillian felt a quickening of her breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the arid, cottony taste.

Her now trembling fingers pulled the first cassette from the viewer and pushed the second one into the machine. She gasped, and a little spiral of unwanted heat wended its way upward through her hotly streaming pussy into her belly and chest, hardening the firm, ruby crests of her snowy tits. A man, distinguished and older, was crouched between the widespread thighs of a small, well-proportioned blonde, his long wet, seemingly hard tongue curled out to flick over the naked pussy and the erect clitty of the passion-tensed girl!

A wave of puritan revulsion took hold of Gillian, and again she wanted to throw the offending cassettes from her-break them up into little pieces.

Why, oh why did Stephan get these? Where did he get them? Isn't he satisfied with me? Am I such a bad fuck? All these questions, answered only by her own shallow breathing, clouded her mind, mixing with the gin into a miasma of self-doubt.

But she did not throw them away. Again, she stared at the viewer, at a man, at his tongue licking hungrily at the widespread pussy of the blonde girl. Lord, she moaned softly to herself at the lewd, cuntflooding sight. He's going to suck her pussy and make her cum just like Stephan did to me last night on the living room floor after he took those dirty pictures of me with my legs spread on the couch! I…I wonder if she's going to suck his cock like Stephan wanted me to do?

A cascade of shame flowed through her, causing her to flush a violent crimson. She was no better than the…the lascivious people in the films! Thinking filthy thoughts, working herself into an impossible sexual froth. Suddenly, she wished again that her husband were home.

Her pussy was so hot now, heated by the gin and the perversity of the lewd instant films she held in her quaking hand.

"God, I shouldn't torture myself like this!" she moaned aloud, but even as the words left her lips she was pulling out the third cassette and placing it on the viewer.

And there it was! Just as she had imagined! There was another young woman, with her lips firmly ovalled around the lust-hardened cock of a thin, muscular man! And she was enjoying it, this young girl was enjoying, yes reveling in the taste of the man's huge prick! She was actually groveling in the very thing Stephan had for so long wanted her to do to him.

A low cry of frustrated despair tore from Gillian's throat, and she was finally able to push the film away from her, the lewd cassettes in disarray on the bed beside her. She lay there, trembling, opening and closing her legs in a vain effort to dispel the tingling, flowing excitement which the lewd film had built to a fanning inferno between her soft, pulsating thighs.

Stephan, she thought confusedly, Stephan, I need you. I wish you were here right now! I want you, I want you to fuck me, Stephan…oh, Stephan!

Her hands went out on either side of her to clutch the spread. Her belly was on fire now and her cunt ached for cock. It was as if the pussy-arousing acts she was seeing here tonight had aroused her passions to the desperation point. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her body squirmed lewdly on the bed. She wiped away the wetness which was obscuring her vision-and her gaze fell again on one of the cassettes, the nearest one. She pushed the film into the viewer.

It showed a nakedly locked couple performing simultaneous oral fucking in the classic sixty-nine position!

Her eyes grew glazed. Breath spewed raggedly from between her open, tongue-moistened lips. She stared at the picture, at the woman in the process of running her own wetly glistening tongue upward over the man's cum-swollen balls to the ridged underside of his hardened cock, as the man's lips pressed tightly to the gaping, pink-red softness of the girl's wide-split young pussy, his nose gently tickling the tiny puckered ring of her asshole.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, Gillian's mind cried, I'm sorry. But I don't care.

I can't stand it. I can't!

And in one swift motion, the beautiful young wife rolled onto her back, still watching the salacious, full-color movie with her eyes, and with her free hand drew open the red velvet robe. Beneath it she wore only a thin pair of flimsy panty briefs. As if a separate entity, ungoverned by her will, the hand drew the panties down, slowly, slowly, as she raised her quivering asscheeks high off the bed.

Her passion-fogged brain blotted out all the evils she had been led to believe would come from finger-fucking herself. There was only her urgency now, her need for release from the intense arousal of her body by the lustful activities in the films.

She massaged the smooth, flat whiteness of her belly with the palm of her hand, around and around, raising up to pass over her tits with their swollen nipples, causing whirlpools of passion to seethe within her. Then her hand, with a will of its own, moved lower and she arched her back, raising her hips high off the bed, her fingers passing through the downy-soft fleece of her golden pussy hair and intensifying further the rising crescendo of desire.

A groan of total abandonment escaped her lips, and the young, helplessly impassioned wife moved her hand downward between her now widespread thighs, wet with the juices of her passion. She gently insinuated her fingers into the moist flesh, and the feeling generated by her own fevered fingers was so very, very good. She manipulated the soft hairlined inner lips until she could feel them swelling with the rush of blood, and her clit was rigid and tingling. Her index finger came in contact with the trembling flesh, and she began to gasp with delight as she felt release imminent. Her hips thrashed the bed and the air, her eyes never once leaving the viewer and the lewd fucking depicted there-lips on cock, lips on cunt, lips on cock, lips on cunt …

Faster, faster, faster, her finger fucked across the sensitive little clitty of her cunt, blanking her mind of all thoughts, all sanity; nothing existed for her in that moment except the delirious coming of her impending cum.