His penis was already erected, and I had never seen it so close before. There were long blue veins on the underside, running all of the way from the thick black patch of pubic hair around the thick shaft of his cock out to the red, blood-engorged bulbous gland which was swinging menacingly only inches from my parted lips. I felt his hands in my hair, pulling me steadily closer and he kept telling me to open my mouth… I didn't quite understand, but there was a horrible suspicion forming in the back of my mind, a horrible desperate fear that perhaps he wanted me to take his penis into my mouth! Then it came to me in a flash and I suddenly understood that Phil wanted me to suck him! He wanted to use my mouth as a receptacle for his vile thick sperm.
And in the same instant I knew that this was something I could never do, not in a million years. Phil Agard had dragged me far enough down into the gutter with him, but there were still some remnants of a decent woman left in me, and I got all my strength together and pulled away from him, screaming like a mad-woman. In surprise, he let go of my hair, and I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet sobbing. He swore at me through the door and left… Tomorrow, I'm going to tell Matt Langley that I'll marry him. I don't really love Matt, but it's the only way out.
And when she had finished the last page, Lynn was suddenly glad she had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV executive reminded her clearly what a beast Agard really was and how right she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man. She ripped the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching the fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared down the drain.
But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular sensation of relief. All the written evidence of her evil past destroyed, she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again on the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on either side of her in the classical position of abandon.
The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Lynn's heavy rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud as she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her mind still occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without realizing what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her own lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin artillery pieces ready to fire. Even as the proper moralistic part of her brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts, creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into her moistly heated vaginal crevice.
A concealed witness to this depraved scene would have observed sheer wanton desire flooding into Lynn's eyes as one outstretched finger trembled hesitantly over the thin pink slit of her restlessly twitching cunt. People are often good at preventing themselves from thinking about exactly what they are doing, and Lynn purposely tried to concentrate on something else, hoping to trick herself into forgetting about what her hands were really doing to that super-sensitive place up between her legs. Deliberately focusing her thoughts on the comparative happiness she had found with her simple, religious-minded husband, her sensuous hips began to grind inexorably into the mattress as her sexual arousal grew more demanding and insistent by the second.
The young blonde-haired woman sighed deeply as electric sparks seemed to be jumping from the ragged hair-lined edges of her delicately pulsating vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she stimulated the tiny pink button of her clitoris, rubbing her index finger over it slowly and sensuously as she deliberately excited herself to greater and greater heights of physical passion, knowing in her heart that the situation was now out of control and that she simply did not have the moral courage to stop this evil impure business. Lynn writhed and moaned as if she were being ravaged by some ghostly invisible lover, her creamy white legs now skewered wildly apart and her fingers boldly invading the throbbing wet orifice of her cunt, stroking the cock-hungry crevice into a maddening burning state which seemed to be consuming her insides. With her extended middle finger she actively stroked the glistening pink clitoris until the sensitive pleasure center swelled up in agitation, doubling in size and tingling as if it were about to explode like a miniature time bomb.
There was no stopping her now, and the orgasm she needed so badly came closer by the minute, attacking her lust-wracked body like a swarm of voracious locusts settling on a rich green field. The mounting passion could be read even in her normally serene face, now contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lust, and she chanted softly to herself as she energetically lathered herself into a state of furious ecstasy.
It was just around the corner, only needing a few more deft touches to bring it on like an express train, and the half-demented girl had three fingers inside of her vaginal cavity now as the orgiastic fluid gushed out of her wetly pulsating cunt, dampening the sheet below her and filling the room with its pungent distinctive odor. Another touch, another caress and…
The doorbell rang!
"Oh Christ!" she groaned in agony, feeling the release she wanted so badly start to slip away from her, slowly but surely.
The doorbell sounded again insistently. Lynn lay still for a few seconds cursing this late intruder whomever he might be, and then darted for the bathroom to mop away most of the moisture from her inner thighs before slipping hastily into her dressing gown. It was nearly midnight, she remarked to herself. Who could possibly be visiting her at this hour?
Pulling the thin clinging dressing gown over her nakedness, the young blonde darted barefoot to the door, making sure that the safety chain was attached before she undid the lock.
"Who is it?" she called fearfully, a recognizable tremor in her voice.
"It's Phil, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.
"Phil?" she responded in alarm. "But Phil… I thought… that is, we made a deal when I married Matt that you wouldn't bother me… it's all over between us… you know…"
"Will you stop babbling and let me in?" the producer laughed casually. "I didn't stop by for romance, sweetie, because I've got other fish to try as far as that's concerned these days. I'm in a jam and I need your help on a professional basis, so stop acting like a virgin in an ivory tower and let me in! Isn't Matt around?"
"You sent him to cover that football game on the coast," Lynn snapped as she undid the safety chain and stepped back to admit him into her home, "and you know perfectly well he isn't here."
"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten," Agard replied insincerely as he walked into the room and let his eyes run lecherously over the girl's voluptuously ripened body, her splendid, lust-inciting figure clearly traced beneath the thin clinging fabric of her dressing gown. "Hmmmmmmm, looks to me like you're dressed for action pigeon! You got another visitor, maybe?"
Lynn Langley blushed in righteous anger at this lewd suggestion, pulling the inadequate garment around her as tightly as she could in a vain attempt to hide the contours of her feverishly aroused body from the man's practiced eye.