0 comments/ 89312 views/ 3 favorites Forced Entry Ch. 01 By: Tangledskein 10:37 and once again she was alone. What was with her husband these days? He had gone to bed; he always went at this time, needing to get up early for work. Huh, he hadn't even noticed the new blouse that she had on. In the past he would have always picked up on that. It was more typical these days that he hardly noticed her. Oh she knew that it wasn't entirely his fault, he was nearly always tired, what with the hours and pressure that work put upon him. But she had really made an effort this time; subtly applied more make-up than usual and had even taken off her bra, something that he often asked her to do. How could he not have noticed that? She had been very aware that her nipples had been teased by the thin silky material of the blouse, ever since she took her bra off and as a result had caused her nipples to be in a constant state of taut, turgid erection, which had both embarrassed and excited her at the same time. She was normally reluctant, when with her husband, to show outwardly the physical manifestation of her heightened sexual excitement. Yet here she was now, extremely aware of how visible her nipples were and astounded that her husband had not mentioned it or indeed seemed to notice it. Of course she had worn trousers, and this had probably spoilt the effect for him. She well knew that he preferred her to wear a dress/skirt and probably; no definitely, have a pair of stockings underneath. He must have asked so many times that it was becoming a sore subject. She sat in the semi darkness of the lounge, wondering why she had chosen trousers, and whether that really would have made any difference and decided that the best way was to see for herself. In this fluid moment of decision, she rose and walked into the bedroom. She was very conscious of the sleeping form of her partner, as by the light coming from the hall she quietly took out her half length leather skirt and a pair of black stockings and suspender belt. Back in the lounge, she slipped down her tight trousers and looked at her panties. Being white, they didn't really go with the black outfit. She made a mental note to ensure that she co-ordinated her undergarments too. Without further thought, she slipped her panties off, her fingers lightly running through her downy pubic hair in the process. It was time she gave that some attention too; she walked into the bathroom and attended to her toilet for a second time that evening. Except this time she trimmed her pubic hair thoroughly, to the point of almost removing it altogether. She then took hold of her razor and removed all trace of hair from around her labia, right up to her pubic mound. With a light perfuming to her fingers, she rubbed some onto her closely shaved pubic area. The feel of her fingertips touching her flesh began a burning sensation within the pit of her stomach long before the alcohol of the perfume began the burning sensation on her flesh. She realised she was getting hot under the collar, so quickly dried herself and headed back to the lounge. Clive had often asked her not to wear any panties when they went out. This had always made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't want to please him; he just had this way of asking her to do things that she felt uncomfortable with. But as she was just trying things on tonight, she decided to leave her knickers off and slipped her suspender belt on. Clipping it and adjusting the straps. Picking up the packet of stockings, she carefully removed them, making sure that they did not snag or catch on anything. She didn't want a ladder to ruin the appearance. Lorna gathered the stocking between fingers and thumbs then raised her leg onto the chair, slipping her foot into the cool silky material; she guided it over her slim ankle and onto her calf. Straightening the seam at her calf, she pulled the material tight over her knee and then her thigh and clipped it to the front suspender clip. Reaching around the side of her leg for the other clip, she checked that the seam was straight before fixing this in place. Lorna then ran both hands from ankle to stocking top, enjoying the feel of the silk and of her hands lightly caressing her thigh. The process was repeated for the other stocking, after which she stood back from the chair and ensured that both stockings were pulled up to the same level. She adjusted one of the straps until she was perfectly satisfied with the appearance, and then reached for her skirt. The leather was cold to the touch, and as she stepped into it, Lorna realised that she had goose bumps all over her body. She looked down at her nipples and laughed at the realisation that they were rock hard once again. The skirt was a tight fit over her hips and this disappointed her. She felt that she was not going to be able to fit into it, but once passed her natural womanly hips; she smiled at the ease with which it buttoned at her slim waist. Lorna always felt that her bum was a little on the large side, but her husband seemed to love touching and fondling it. One of his favourite love positions was taking her from behind, so maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought. Having completed the black ensemble, she just needed a full length mirror to check her appearance out. So she took the one from the hallway down, and placed it on the floor of the lounge. Forced Entry Ch. 02 Getting undressed had made her a little cold, so Lorna turned to the fire and stoked it up, placing on another couple of logs; she gazed at the flickering flames as the wood was engulfed. As she knelt in front of the fire the tightness of the leather skirt in this position pressed onto her pussy, which by the very nature of her heightened sexuality had already unfolded its petals. This therefore created an almost electric shock through her sexual organs as the cold material came into contact with her warm lips. Involuntarily she let out a squeal, “uuummm that was naughty!” She spoke to the empty room, smiling, she got up returning to the mirror. Lorna’s breasts were firm and full. At 36C they were more than large enough for her husband who always said how much he enjoyed fondling them. For her part, Lorna would have liked them to have been a little larger. What she did like about them however, was how the nipples were on the up-tilt of the breast, which made them look extremely pert. It also meant that when excited, as now, her nipples were very visible. As Lorna looked at her reflection, she could she how the material of the blouse was being strained at the buttonholes that lay between her heaving chest. “You’ll be bursting out of there before too long,” she said to them. As she moved, Lorna found that the skirt constricted her movements, a fact that she somehow found strangely arousing. Her thighs brushed together as she walked; the silky material of her stockings, added to her excitement. She ran her hands down her body, across her chest and down over her flat stomach, to her thighs: the slightly raised clips of the suspender belt just barely discernable beneath the hide of the skirt. Putting on the lace up boots her husband had bought, she returned to the mirror to see how she cut an enticing picture, even if she did think so herself. As she stood looking at her reflection, her hands ran from her thighs back along her stomach to the swelling of her breasts. The nipples were painfully hard and ached to be touched. As soon as the palms of her hands ran over these two amplifiers of sexual arousal, her legs buckled. The heat that had previously began in her stomach spread quickly to her vulva. Her clitoris, partially erect, began to swell to match the current state of her nipples. Lorna knew that she could not stop things now, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t; it was time to satisfy her body’s needs. She slipped quickly back into the bedroom and went to her husbands bed-side cabinet. This was where he kept all of his sex toys, the ones he would use on her. Her fingers settled on the cold, hard but smooth surface of her favourite, the vibrator. She liked this particular toy, because when switched on, it would warm up and as a consequence felt really good inside her. She returned to the flickering fire-side smiling to herself. Almost instinctively, she knelt on the floor, her bottom to the mirror, legs slightly apart. The vibrator was put on the floor and stood there proudly phallic. Her right hand slid into the blouse, popping open the straining buttons and completely freeing her pendulous breasts. God she felt wanton and really needed to abuse herself. Her other hand pulled at the hem of her skirt and slid beneath, running between her stockinged thighs, settling directly on her swollen flesh. Her index finger slid expertly between the wet folds of her vagina causing her to moan, “oooooohhhhhmmm.” Lorna’s right hand stopped caressing her dangling breasts and reached behind her, pulling her skirt up to completely expose her bum. She opened her thighs wider looking over her shoulder to the reflection, and watched intently as her fingers sank time and again into her wet folds, making a slurping sound as she pushed them deeper into herself. She could wait no-longer, needing to feel something firm inside. So, quickly turning the vibrator on, she got up into the chair, opened her legs wide and plunged the implement roughly into her. “OOOOOHHHHhh yess, uuummm, uughh.” Her cries were loud, her husband forgotten, her need great. The fingers of her left hand, glistening with her vaginal juices, teased at her clitoris and pulled at her lips. Her right hand was the abuser, thrusting the vibrating phallus in and out or her now dripping orifice. Her left hand would momentarily flick from nipple to nipple and then to her mouth, so that she could taste her own juices; before taunting her erect clitoris again. “OOOHhhh yeah, ummm, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” She shouted at the mirror as she viewed the wanton abuse of her fanny. Her orgasm took no time at all. Her husband maintained that if she dressed up it heightened not only his desire, but hers too. She knew this to be true now. She had been turned on from the point of taking her bra off and putting on the silky blouse. The stockings had served to increase her excitement still further, and now, with her fanny wetter than it had been for a long time and with the vibrator up to its hilt inside her, she exploded in orgasm. “OOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhhh, OOOOHHH, ooooooooh, uuugh, yes.” Her chest heaving hard, her breath hard to catch her urge subsided, but she quickly realised that the ache had not been fully satisfied. Forced Entry Ch. 03 Lorna closed her eyes, the buzzing vibrator still gripped tightly by her vaginal muscles had only one inch showing. Both hands, slick with her own juices, absently continued with the caressing of her breasts. Her breathing began to ease. She felt the vibrator begin to ease out of her engorged wet flesh, thinking that it was her own muscles pushing it out, Lorna opened her eyes. But what she saw instead was her friend from next door, Katy; kneeling between her wide open legs. It was her that had removed the toy and now she held the slick wet buzzing tool to her mouth, pursing her lips around the pointed end, she flicked out her tongue to lick at Lorna’s juices. Lorna sat bolt upright in the chair and slammed her legs tightly together in her embarrassment. Her hands covered her hard nipples in an attempt at modesty. She cleared her throat and said, “what the hell are you doing here?” Her skin still prickled in the heat of her recent excitement, and her breasts and nipples still tingled beneath her hands. The sight of Katy licking away at her vaginal juices on the vibrator, far from revolting her only served to start her excitement again. Katy in response merely smiled and proceeded to deep-throat the still buzzing tool, ensuring that she licked and sucked every drop of Lorna’s vaginal juices from the tool. Her eyes, the pupils dilated, appraised Lorna’s partially naked body. The leather skirt still rucked up to the waist, her slim, black stocking-clad thighs tightly pressed together. Her blouse pushed either side of her breasts exposing them, had only one button left secured. Her heaving chest flushed with excitement. “What are you doing here?” said Lorna again, in an attempt to gain control over the situation. Katy leant forward and touched Lorna’s forearm, which immediately reacted in goose bumps. With the gossamer touch, Lorna felt her flesh tingle at the sensation. A tingle that then spread up her arm, invading her body bit by bit, stealth its ally. Yet she did not recoil from the touch as she thought she would, for the feeling was a pleasant one and in her heightened state of sexual arousal, it was not unwelcome. She realised that the thought of this woman’s touch deeply excited her. Katy could see that Lorna had ever so slightly relaxed and had slipped back into the chair, her eyes submissively avoiding contact. For her part, Lorna felt tensed, strained; her blood once again began to course through her veins increasing the awareness of her groin, her breasts, and the side of her neck, the skin of her arms and between her thighs. Lorna yearned to be touched, but at the same time was shocked at the thought that she wanted the touch to be Katy’s. She had satisfied herself she thought, in her brief act of masturbation, yet now the power of this woman leaning over her, filled her with the uncontrollability of it all, the overwhelming need for more. Katy, her voice low, soothing and persuasive, said “You are so very pretty.” She could feel her own wetness between her legs, that wonderful burning inside her vagina that was the precursor of a hardening of her clitoris and the swelling of her breasts with their erect toppings. Her fingers ran beneath Lorna’s hair to the nape of her neck as she leaned in closer to whisper into Lorna’s ear, forcing her to look at her cleavage and breasts, “so wantonly pretty.” She continued to stroke Lorna’s neck whilst speaking softly. Lorna turned her face upwards and looked directly into the eyes of her seducer, betraying to Katy her confusion. “What are you doing?” she heard herself saying, her voice distant and unfamiliar. She felt on fire with her vagina the epicentre of her desire, her nipples two sub-centres. “It’s alright,” said Katy, “I just think that you are so beautiful.” Katy moved her hand and pushed back a stray wisp of hair from Lorna’s face, then ran her fingers gently down the upturned cheek, stopping under Lorna’s chin. Lorna gasped, but made no other move. Her hands had already released their hold on her breasts and were now resting passively on the arms of the chair. Katy continued to hold Lorna’s chin as she kissed her. It began as a gentle lover’s kiss; a mere brushing of lips, the subtle tasting of each others lipstick. A soft probing of tongues; but quickly it turned into that of seducer and victim, lustful, forceful and powerful. As she pulled from the kiss Katy’s deep red lips up-turned into a smile, a smile of confidence, of power; one could even consider it one of evil. She leant forward again and with this kiss she released Lorna’s chin allowing her fingers to lightly explore her breasts and erect nipples, before cupping a breast authoritatively. Maintaining the kiss she knelt in front of Lorna once again. For her part, Lorna wanted to implore Katy, to touch her more intimately, to feel the wetness between her legs, but she was too ashamed to voice this need. She could not understand how she could be feeling like this when she had never felt this way before. Indeed her own lips had met hard against the other woman’s without hesitation, though with a good deal of trepidation; but even this feeling had only served to increase her state of arousal all the more. Her mouth had opened willingly, inviting Katy’s intrusion, even insisting upon it, and when her tongue entered, Lorna’s tongue relished it and met it, curling and mingling with other woman’s saliva. Her hands however had remained still, for it was she that was being lead by the other woman; her that was the lamb being lead, not to slaughter but to ecstasy, the guilt afterwards would therefore be all the easier to contend with, the blame would not lie with her. Forced Entry Ch. 04 But it was Lorna’s body that let her down, her own ungovernable desire, imposing its own will, making her wetter, more aroused. As she looked down she realised that Katy now knelt between her open thighs, thighs that she had no recollection of opening, she also now found herself pushing her groin onto Katy’s hard thigh, squirming and thrusting, small moans of pleasure issuing from her throat. Lorna looked at Katy as she leant over her. Her short skirt was rucked up so that the whiteness of her little panties could be seen; wisps of dark pubic hair visible through the semi-opaque material. Her bronzed thighs firm and slim, one slick with Lorna’s juices. Her breasts were now heaving beneath the thin cotton material of her blouse, the nipples visible taut erections. Lorna stared in abstract fascination as Katy tied her ankles to the front chair legs, her submission was now complete. Katy’s scarlet smile held a challenge, daring. Her dark eyes with fire alive at the centre, spoke of her own passion. She whispered, “it’s alright, there is nothing to fear, I can see that you want me as badly as I want you.” Lorna tried to protest, but her murmurs were weak and lacked any conviction. She could not help herself. The lust within her was too strong, overpowering. It was Lorna who eventually grasped hold of both of Katy’s wrists and directed her hands onto the tips of her breasts, guiding them in gentle circles around and over the erections and back again, and as the fingers passed for a second time, Katy pulled and squeezed at the nipples, almost painfully hard. Katy of course took full advantage of Lorna’s confusion, her lips brushed Lorna’s in another kiss, the pressure of her tongue forcing open Lorna’s full red ruby lips so that she could once again explore her mouth. Their tongues played back and forth as they tasted each others saliva a second time. Lorna’s head was in a whirl, her thoughts and senses both reeling, never had she been so aroused by another woman, nor was she concerned about decorum any longer. She needed to be touched, entered and to find a release from this lust that was building within her. “Please….” She murmured between another wet kiss, “please!” Katy knew what Lorna wanted, she knew it was the same as she wanted herself, the aphrodisiacal effect of both of them requiring, yearning to be brought to orgasm. Lorna pulled at Katy’s blouse, attempting to pull her down towards her, but Katy wanted to remain in control and resisted, roughly pushing away Lorna’s hands, then pulling at Lorna’s blouse, tearing at the last button to fully expose her upper torso. Lorna’s nipples were blood red in their engorgement, the skin between her breasts heavily flushed. She moaned in pleasure as Katy lowered her head and took one of the swollen nipples into her mouth, drawing it in with a sucking sound, circling it with her tongue; Lorna’s pleasure continued to increase dramatically. Katy moved to the other breast, concentrating solely on that nipple, making Lorna so aware of its reaction, its nerve endings tingling as if with small electrical shocks; back again to the other nipple, Katy’s hand now encircling where her hand had just been, kneading, rubbing, squeezing; one moment gentle, the next harshly applying pressure so that Lorna gasped with pleasurable pain. The cleavage between her breasts was now slick with sweat. “Please…” she implored Katy again. This time Katy answered, “yes, oh yes….” Her voice husky, “yes, you will get what is coming to you.” She bent her head again, taking first one nipple then the other into her mouth, then running her tongue in ever larger circles around Lorna’s glistening orbs, then down between them licking at the sweat all the way to Lorna’s navel; lingering there to dip her pointed tongue into it, moistening. Lorna slid her hands between their bodies into Katy’s top, reaching for her large firm breasts, brushing the nipples which were impossibly large. Katy’s hands reached round either side of Lorna’s buttocks and pulled her bum forward to the edge of the chair. At the same time, Lorna had freed Katy’s top from her skirt and pulled it up so that the swollen orbs fell into her naked lap. “AAHHhh,” panted Katy, grasping one of her pendulous mounds and feeding the tip into Lorna’s mouth, she shut her eyes as Lorna sucked on it hard, the erection increasing even further in size as it filled with more blood. “OOHHhh, uummm, you naughty girl.” Katy spoke huskily. Forced Entry Ch. 05 Pulling back from Lorna, Katy paused to run wet fingers around her own nipples whilst the other girl watched, then she put a hand firmly on each of Lorna's knees and roughly pushed her legs wide apart. Her tongue diving in to lick the skin just above Lorna's closely cropped pubic hair. Lorna felt like screaming in her state of arousal, every muscle, tissue sinew and nerve ending seemed stretched beyond endurance. She moaned and groaned as her hands continued to grope between their bodies, to reach as far as possible in an attempt to feel the other woman's body, her breasts, her more intimate parts; but afraid that she would halt the other woman's caresses. Katy's tongue continue to tease around Lorna's pubic hair, diving in and out of the downy hair, causing further moans to issue forth from her. Lorna pushed on Katy's shoulders, forcing the girls licking down towards her succulently wet and glistening vaginal lips. She was at last obliged as Katy's tongue slipped between her folds and across her clitoris, sliding with ease deeper between Lorna's lips. Lorna screamed in pleasure at finally receiving what she most desired "UUUGGgg, UUUMmmm, yes, YES!" Then Katy pulled out her tongue, still coated with Lorna's juices and forced it harshly into Lorna's mouth in a full rough deep-throated kiss, pushing her breasts hard onto Lorna's, two of their nipples meeting. Both bodies slick with sweat which mingled in their tight embrace. Lorna relished the kiss, enjoying the taste of her own juices on Katy's tongue and lips, but she wanted more, craved to be touched and wanting to touch too; curious as to how the other woman felt. With Katy still kneeling between her legs Lorna clasped her thighs firmly about her and thrust her aching fanny onto Katy's firm stomach. "OOOhhhh, uuummm," she moaned, "uuummm, ughhh." She bucked against Katy harder and faster, her orgasm quickly approaching, seemingly unstoppable. Her juices were now running down the flat of Katy's stomach and onto the waistband of her skirt, her vaginal lips so swollen and extended that each time she pushed her erect clitoris onto Katy's stomach, there was a slurping wet sound. "OOOHHHHhhhGGODDD, touch me please!" she implored Katy. "OH, OH, um, yesss, ohhh." As she reached the inevitable climax, Katy ever in control of the situation, stood up away from Lorna. She raised her short skirt and deftly drew down her white cotton panties. Lorna could see the glistening wet patch on the gusset and looked at the distended folds of flesh betweens Katy's legs. Her abundant dark pubic hair trimmed into a heart shape glistened with her juices too. Before Lorna could protest however, Katy climbed upon the chair and knelt on the arms, her thighs either side of Lorna's head. Gripping roughly hold of Lorna's hair, she forced Lorna's face into her genitals. "Suck me," Katy commanded, "stick your tongue into me deeply." The heavy musk of Katy's sex in her nostrils, the wet pubic hair and lips being forced onto her chin, Lorna could hardly breathe and could only respond by tentatively extending her tongue. She immediately felt the enlarged clitoris beneath her gentle probing; it felt enormous, much larger than her own; the taste of Katy's juices as they ran into her mouth and down her chin acting like an aphrodisiac. "Harder," Katy demanded, "deeper." Lorna slid her tongue down the cleft of Katy's vagina away from the clitoris and deeper into the vagina. Katy began to ride the probing tongue like a cock. "Uuuummm that's good, keep it there, yes, yes." Lorna was now being ruthlessly ridden, she looked up at Katy as she bounded to orgasm, breasts banging up and down as she moaned and groaned. "YES, Yesss, oooohhhh, uuughhh, ummm, yesss." Lorna's fingers gripped tightly onto Katy's buttocks as with each downward thrust she stuck her tongue deeply into Katy's vaginal channel. With a scream, Katy climaxed, a gush of juices flowed into Lorna's mouth forcing her to drink; every cell within her body ached for fulfilment and needed to be satisfied. Katy slid down Lorna's body, dragging her wetness all the way across Lorna's chest, stomach, pubic mound and thighs. She followed with her tongue lapping at her own juices as she went; stopping here to tease a nipple and here a breast, here a rib and here her navel. Lorna gasped as at last Katy's tongue found the raw folds of her vagina and slipped between them with ease to tease the clitoris. As she felt the tongue ruthlessly flick on her clit so she felt the intrusion of the buzzing tip of the vibrator. "UUUggghhh, yesss, yess, OOOHHHHH GGGODDD," Lorna cried. The vibrator continued its violation of Lorna's tight, but extremely wet pussy. There was no resistance as Katy pushed the implement deeply within, holding it in place with her fingers occasionally thrusting a finger, sometimes two into Lorna's copiously wet orifice too. Forced Entry Ch. 06 Lorna came, "OOOOHHH yeah, yes, uuummmm, uuugh, oh, oh, oh!" She grasped hold of the trusting breasts in front of her and squeezed the nipples mercilessly. "OOH GOD that is good." The eight inches of vibrator had all but disappeared, Lorna's lips closing over the end, "uuuuuummmm, oohhhhhHHH." She moaned again. Katy stood and Lorna's eyes were glued to her. When Katy's skirt had disappeared, she had no idea, the vision before her was a perfect specimen of womanhood, well rounded of breast and hip, whilst thin at the waist; her dark green eyes intently watching Lorna as she produced a large pink rubber dildo from somewhere. This toy had two massive cock shapes on either end. Without further ado, she crouched slightly and fed the enormous end of one of the cocks deeply into her with consummate ease. Then kneeling between Lorna's outstretched thighs she swiftly removed the buzzing vibrator and cast it aside. With both hands she gripped the rubber erection, with Lorna's eyes fixed on the proceedings, Katy thrust the dildo in and out of herself a couple of times, then pulled it out. Swapped it around and sank the other end deep within her folds. Lorna caught Katy's pleasurable smile as she took the phallus deeply within her. Now the cock, slick with Katy's lubrication was pointed directly at Lorna's recently vacated vulva, as with one hand resting on Lorna's thigh, Katy directed the cock towards her pussy. "Open your lips and take my weapon," she commanded. Lorna could resist nothing now and pulled open her vaginal lips with both hands as the thick head of the dildo brushed passed. Lorna felt the tightness of this larger toy as it was forced into her, with the inside of her vagina gripping the implement tightly, she could feel every ridge and bulge. "OOOHHHH that's so tight! Its so big." Katy smiled as with the double headed cock now in them both, she gently pushed with her hips inserting the phallus deeper and deeper into them both, Lorna attempted to protest, "its too big, I can't take it all!" Katy merely smiled and continued to push. Despite her protests, Lorna knew she was near to another orgasm and when Katy's clitoris finally touched hers the impact was electric. An erection of sorts within her and one pressing outside of her, both assaulting her senses. "Oh my God," she screamed. Katy pulled back until the tip of the cock had just pulled clear of Lorna's pussy, then she rammed it home again, Lorna's gasps and cries were loud as she panted, her chest heaving, her hands squeezing one of her nipples and one of Katy's too. She felt a huge warmth emanating from the rubber tool as it was thrust without mercy into her. Lorna's eyes were shut tightly as she gave way to the ecstasy. "OHHH GODDD that is wonderful, it feels like it's getting bigger, uugh that's so good." The ridges on this cock felt so realistic, she thought she could also feel the foreskin as the huge thing rasped on her vaginal walls. A trickle of her juices ran from her vagina to her anus. "OOOOHHHHH I'M COMINNNGG AGAIN," she shouted, "FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!" Her cry was as urgent as was her need. Her senses, though completely heightened, had not noticed that the nipple between her fingers had reduced, though this was not from lack of excitement, for it was still hard. The breast was no-longer fleshy and round, it was flat, hard and muscular. In her orgasm she felt the rod within her thicken further, felt like she was going to be torn in two, the length of the weapon appearing to grow too with each inward thrust, as her vaginal lips suctioned on each throbbing inch. When each thrust came, the pleasure pain increased. Lorna cried out each time the pulsing cock throbbed deeply within her, the strength of the trusts, the realism, all assaulting her senses. She felt the pleasure of a finger on her clitoris and shuddered as another orgasm approached, both hands were now clasping the heavily built chest in front of her. Yet still, lost in the moment, she had not made note of the change. The ministrations to her clitoris continued as a finger, slick with her juices, was slipped into her anus, putting even greater pressure on her vaginal wall heightening her pleasure to new limits as the cock continued to violate her. Lorna was now panting hard with the physical exertions as the ache within her increased. She needed desperately for the two of them to come in unison. Her lips sought those of her tormentor and locked onto them in a lustful kiss, her tongue probing deeply within her lover's mouth. Her hands ran down the hard chest before her, along the chiselled ribs and intercostals muscles to the rigid abdomen; her awareness at last dawning that this was no-longer the same body that had begun her torment. Lorna's eyes sprang open, she looked imploringly into the same green, fire laden eyes she had looked into before, but this time the lashes were shorter, the eyebrows thicker, the cheek-bones harder and more defined, all were the supremely attractive features on this handsome face.....the face of her husband. With that same teasing, taunting, almost wicked smile, he bent forward and taking a nipple between his teeth, he nipped quite hard. The result was to completely finish Lorna. With this hard bodied man impaling her, with his concrete hard, enormous erection; with one finger in her anus and a thumb on her clitoris at the same time as biting her ridged nipple; how could she have reacted differently? "COME,YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, "OOOHHHHH, OOOOhhhhhh, aaaagggghh yes, yes, give it to me......no, NO, let me see it, oh I want both!" She wimpered, "OOOOHHH IIII'MMMM COMMMMMMING!" With one last deep thrust, from both his index finger and his cock, Lorna felt the hot impact of the first strong spurts of ejaculation as it splashed into her uterus. A second impact, just as strong, even thought the cock was half withdrawn, followed. Another shot of hot sticky semen splashed across her pubic mound, clipping her clit, her pubic hair and leaving a trail across her stomach. Her assailant now stood above her and with a hand behind Lorna's head, forced her to accept the remaining shots of sticky come into her mouth as he forced the head of his cock between her lips. Lorna, between pants, sucked hard on the shiny head of the phallus, sticking out her tongue to capture every last drop of the white liquid. She didn't understand what had happened to her. Had she had a dream? Was it a fantasy whilst masturbating or had she really been abused? What she did know was how totally satisfied and completely spent she was. The carnal knowledge of what she was now capable of giving and of receiving gave her fresh hope for the future...