Jill barely remembered the ride home in the pre-dawn hours that morning and she slept until early afternoon in her bridal bed and awakened feeling surprisingly normal. It took her several seconds to realize that she was home, laying in her soft bed, and perfectly fine - physically. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she found herself in the safe bed of her home. She shifted under the sheets. The innocent housewife was very surprised to find that she was entirely nude. Being naked in bed was a little different for the gorgeous woman -- she was used to wearing clothes to bed and awaking in them. Even when Tom fucked her hard and exhausted his young bride by riding her relentlessly, Jill waited for him to roll from between her thighs until she heard the steady breathing of his sleep and then put her panties and night clothes back on. It just seemed to be the proper thing to do.
Obviously she was too tired last night to even do anything but undress and get in bed. She remembered very little of it. Her soft hands went to her hips and slid down her legs. Then, without thinking, they went to her large breasts and weighed and squeezed them self-consciously. She didn't hurt anywhere. "I seem to be okay," she decided. Jill then let her hands drift to her hips. Reluctantly she moved to her pubic area. When they arrived at the juncture of her thighs, she was appalled to feel a crusty residue around her vagina! She closed her eyes in shame. She knew it was a mixture of her own love juices and the men's cum from last night! Even though she wasn't physically hurt, she was mortified. She had been fucked so many times!
Her conscious bothered her, too. The young woman remembered the strange occurrences of the night before -- being passed around from man to man to have sex with her as if she was a common slut! She shut her eyes as if the ghastly images would leave her, but instead they simply tormented her more! She felt filthy thinking of her laying on her back on the soiled bed in Dre's apartment, her beautiful white thighs open to whatever man happened to have an erection. As she lay in her bed, her mind raced with flashbacks to the faces of strange men atop her, grinning at their good fortune, and then grimacing and grunting while pounding their rigid penises between her lovely, widespread legs relieving their pent-up sexual desires in the beautiful blonde who was suddenly theirs!
There was no love or tenderness in their disgusting acts. Her nearly virginal pussy was only a receptacle for the thick, white semen that exploded from their balls! She felt her breasts being mauled and kissed and licked by horrid men, or crushed against their heaving chests as they fucked her. Then she remembered one man pulling his giant, dark-fleshed penis out of her pussy and rolling her over onto her knees and elbows to take a fucking from behind like an animal - like a dog! His voice still rang in her ears! "That's what they called it!" she remembered, "doggie!" How sick!
And, perhaps worst of all, Jill flashed back to her sucking penises all through the night! What had she done?
As she lay in her own bed, she could almost feel the weight of the men on top of her, their different bodies pressing her hot ass into the bed. The images were so vivid! She wished that she could get the thoughts out of her head!
But it was the unthinkable realization that she had responded to the men that shocked her. Her own hips had eventually risen to their pounding penises. Her legs had wrapped themselves around the men and pulled them into her pussy. When the man demanded to fuck her "doggie," she had arched her back presenting her buttocks to the man and taken his long cock as if she was a bitch in heat! Sure she had fought the feeling as long as she could. She knew she had resisted the sexual desire desperately. But a dam had eventually burst inside her and she had to live with the knowledge that she had acted like a wanton whore the entire night!
The beautiful blonde covered her head with the pillow as if it would shield her from the memories. It did not. Every time she moved under the clean sheets, they seemed to touch her sensitive nipples or drag across her inner thighs, exciting her and bring her thoughts back to the sexual workout she had been put through the night before. She hated that she seemed to get some strange erotic sensation that rippled through her palpating breasts from the memories causing her pussy to moisten! Something that she had repressed her entire life was stirring in her body that she tried to ignore! Only her conservative upbringing allowed her to push the sinful thoughts aside.
She told herself to pull herself together and get up and bathe. She needed to feel clean and fresh, if that was possible. Pulling the sheet off of her body, she lay there nude for a moment. She was overwhelmed! She took a deep breath. When she inhaled, her pert nose crinkled. She could smell the lingering scent of the men on her skin - their dried sweat and, yes, even their sperm, especially in her hair and on her breasts! She needed to get this off of her skin. Douching her pussy thoroughly would make all the difference in the world.
When she swallowed hard at the thoughts, the smell and taste of cum seemed to still be in her mouth! Her thoughts turned to her sucking on Dre's mammoth cock and she remembered that he had ejaculated his thick semen into her mouth sometime during the night. She did not know that a man's balls could hold so much spunk! Dre' had ordered her to swallow it all, but Jill could not do it, despite fearfully trying to obey, trying to get as much of the thick white spunk down her throat as possible. She just couldn't swallow fast enough! A good bit of it dribbled out of her mouth and onto her chin and breasts!
"Oh, God! I need to gargle," she said to herself.
Jill tried to turn her thoughts from Dre's huge black penis, but she seemed unable to. She tossed and turned a couple of times but realized that her vagina was moistening simply when her inner thighs touched. The size and color of his cock were startling to her. She did not consider herself a racist, but she had never been with a black man before and certainly never seen a black penis. But it was the fact that he was an expert cocksman that caused her to blush. The feeling of sexual pleasure that he brought her came clearly into her mind. "Tom's never done it to me like Dre did it to me," she thought. Then, realizing her thoughts and her growing sexual excitement, she was repelled! "What is wrong with me?"
She dragged her young, battered body out of bed and drew a hot bath.
**** After her bath, Jill went straight back to bed. She still had not left the bedroom area of her home. She was awakened after falling asleep that afternoon by her telephone ringing. When she answered it, it was her husband, Tom. Her heart rose as she talked to the man that she loved so deeply! He told her how much he missed her and she tearfully told him that she missed him as well. He said that his trip was going pretty well and began to question her about how she was doing. She lied to him and said that she had not heard from his boss, Mr. Borovsky, at all. Tom doubted the truth of that, but did not press her about it. In fact, the night before, he had picked up an attractive young woman waitressing in the hotel bar and had banged her all night long. The shocked young woman had left his room on rubbery legs at the break of dawn. Tom did not miss Jill so much as much as he simply wanted to know whether the pussy that he felt he owned was being used by someone else.
When she hung up the phone, she cradled it near her breasts. She wanted to make her marriage work. Having been raised in a very conservative home she had been indoctrinated with the idea that she was subservient in every aspect of her life to her husband and that her role was to do as he wished and make his life easier and happier. She told herself that whatever she needed to do to help her darling Tom, she would do. She smiled when she thought of how much he told her he missed her!
The young housewife lay back on her bed wearing a flimsy, tight t-shirt and panties and tried to sleep. The thoughts of Tom and her marriage brought back memories that seemed to have escaped her until now. These were memories that she had tried to forget and that she had not thought of since her marriage to Tom but seemed to be central to her desire to please him and serve him in any way he wished.
Her mind drifted back to her own teenage years. She remembered being awakened to the sound through the wall of her own mother being sexually used by her father. Her father was a large, powerfully built man who allowed no arguments against his wishes. A laborer, he resented the fact that he had never risen into the management ranks at his work. When he came home from work, he was often exhausted. It was worse for them all when he stopped off to have a drink before coming home. But whether sober or drunk, his demeanor was harsh and demanding towards his wife and daughters.
Her own mother was two decades younger than Jill's father and, like Jill, a gorgeous woman. She was a sweet, tender woman who was intent on keeping the peace in the home and shielding her daughters from her husband's bad temper. Jill could remember times when her father would come home with the dinner table fully prepared, smelling of whiskey, and grab her mother and tug her into their bedroom. The beautiful woman would smilingly try to deflect her daughters' attentions by telling them that their father and her needed to "talk," but Jill and her sister were old enough to know better.
They would sit quietly at the table only feet from the bedroom as the sounds of her father fucking their mother came from the room. Sometimes only her mother, looking used and disheveled, would come out to eat but other times her father, wearing only pants and a t-shirt would emerge as well. There was no doubt who dominated the house and her mother's completely subservient role in it.
Months later, when Jill finally moved out of the house, she knew that her mother had protected her and her sister from their father's uncontrollable temper when her mother tamed the man's intense sexual drive. Submitting to his forceful sexual demands whenever he demanded to be serviced actually gave her mother a position of power within the family. But the sound of those interludes still haunted Jill.
They always began with the headboard of her parent's bed banging against the wall. And then, as Jill woke up, she'd hear the sounds of her mother imploring her drunken father to be more quiet ("we'll wake up Jill and Kiley") or more gentle ("please, you're hurting me!") but all to no avail. Jill would listen to the sounds of smacking flesh and her mother's miserable pleas and groans until her father roared his orgasm and shot his load between her mother's curvy legs. Jill learned all she knew about sex before her marriage to Tom from the sounds she heard coming through the paper-thin walls of the adjoining room.
In her fear, the teen-aged girl sometimes mistook her mother's own occasional orgasmic gasps as pain, not knowing that her mother had a deep sexual drive, too. A deep-throated moan signaling her mother's sexual climax did not register as such with the teenager. Not surprisingly, Jill grew up afraid of sexual intercourse. It all seemed so demeaning and painful to a woman. But she also inherited a strong sexual drive from both her parents, although she had no idea that this existed deep within her. The nights of listening to her parents fucking filled her with trepidation about her own future husband. Would her husband expect to take out his animalistic urges on her naked body? Would she be able to submit to her husband like her own mother did?
