Chapter 8

"Did you like that?" Sam said through gritted teeth as he dragged the shocked girl with him out of the bedroom and down the basement stairs to the messy recreation room. "Did you like seeing your Daddy humiliate my wife... and me?

Jennifer was blushing bright crimson and she made a determined motion to break away from the cuckolded schoolteacher, turning sharply away and moving as if to brush past his restraining arm. The man was too fast for her, however, tightening his grip at the same time that he shifted his own stance, moving so that her momentum carried her directly into him, face on. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the television if Sam Slade's strong arms and hands had not shot out, seizing her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugging her back tightly against him. He sighed as the soft mounds of her youthful breasts flattened provocatively against his broad, muscular chest.

Jennifer stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, and then she risked a glance upward at the teacher's face. She was frightened of him but at the same time she felt sympathy for him. Their eyes locked as he kept her held tightly against him, touching from chest to loins in what was rapidly becoming a very intimate embrace.

She should have expected the kiss, should have seen it coming, and yet when it did come it managed to take her completely by surprise. Suddenly his sensual lips were covering hers, and his powerful tongue was snaking into her mouth, forcing her pearly little teeth apart as it sought out her own tongue and challenged that organ into a dueling little lust dance. Jennifer resisted at first, and then some initial barrier seemed to collapse within her, and her tongue was reacting as if with an intelligence of its own, following his and complementing its movements, darting and glancing about in an instinctive rhythm of barely simulated oral fucking.

Jennifer's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she felt Sam Slade's hands on the move over her body, sliding deftly down from their vantage point on her shoulders to clasp the outer swell of her ripe young woman's breasts. She tensed immediately, pushing against his broad chest with both hands as if to escape from his clutches, but she suddenly seemed to have lost all strength from her arms and he held her easily.

Slade's hands worked slowly and lovingly over the globes of Jennifer's tremulous breasts, stroking, milking and fondling those fleshy weights through the thin dual restraints of her blouse and lacy little bra. She flushed bright red with shame and abject humiliation as she felt her cherry little nipples stiffening in response to his touch, spiking outward noticeably through her clothing as his thumbs and fingertips danced and swirled across the sensory little nodes.

Sam Slade sensed that the girl was responding despite her reluctance. His hands were not still for a single moment, roaming constantly and taunting her tingling breast flesh until the girl felt weak in the knees and feared she would faint dead away at his feet right there in her own kitchen. Every movement of his stroking, rotating palms evoked new waves of electrifying erotic sensation from her manhandled young tits, sending responsive waves of feeling fanning outward and downward across her trembling torso to ignite responsive fires of budding lust between her tightly clenched young thighs.

The fifteen-year-old virgin felt Sam Slade's hands leaving her breasts briefly, then returning to attack the tiny buttons which held her thin blouse together in front and soon the garment hung open and useless and her bra was gone, baring her thrusting young tits.

Sam feasted his hungry eyes on the mounding orbs of the young girl's tits, higher, firmer and smaller than her younger sister's heavy fleshbags. ogling the way in which her cherry pink little nipples were plainly visible. He reached forward with both of his big hands, seizing one nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.

He twirled the little sensory buds between his fingers artfully, first slowly, then rapidly, evoking the utmost in electrifying pleasure from each of the thrusting little fleshy stems. Jennifer could feel her passionate response growing inside her in spite of herself and the nagging voice of conscience, which cried out to her from the cloudy back of her mind. She was rapidly losing control of her own feelings, and she instinctively knew that she was in trouble, big trouble.

Jennifer's knees were weak and trembling as she stood there in amazement, her breasts actually began to glow from the man's caress with a bizarre sort of sensual warmth which was truly exciting. Her young eyes were half-closed, and her breath was coming in short pants as she found herself totally unable to control the unbelievable reactions of her young body. The schoolteacher's constantly moving hands had lulled Jennifer into an erotic sense of security, and she was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in time to his tit-teasing gesture, moaning and mewling out little cries of pleasure from deep in her throat.

Slade bent forward from the waist, slowly and gently bringing his lips into contact with the soft ivory curve of one breast. Slowly, tauntingly, he nibbled and licked his way along the smooth slope of her tit until he reached the rigid little apex of her vibrant nipple. He virtually inhaled that little nub of sensory nerve endings, engulfing a great mouthful of breast flesh in the process and pinning it between gentle teeth, his flicking, darting tongue-tip already at work on the task of driving her little nipple insane with liquid heated desire.

Jennifer might have collapsed to the floor at that very moment if she had not thrust her trembling hands upward, seizing Slade's broad shoulders and thus supporting herself. The action also served to arch her back slightly, thrusting her excited breasts outward and offering them more openly to the avidly working mouth of the syndicate hit man.

Slade slowly, tauntingly drew his mouth away from the shivering peaks of her excited little nipples, letting his lips and flicking tongue trail wetly down the palpitating plain of her flat little belly. He was sinking slowly to his knees now, giving himself easier access to her lower body as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way downward across her stomach.

Jennifer instinctively knew what was coming and what the evil stranger had in mind, but she could not bring herself to acknowledge his desire until she felt his big hands on her firm thighs, relentlessly sliding under the hem of her short, tight skirt. That hem caught on his thick wrists, forcing the covering garment farther upward with each fraction of an inch his hands and arms traveled, threatening to reveal her entire panty-covered little crotch to his gaze momentarily.

Jennifer could not suppress a sob as the hem of her now useless skirt reached her wide hips and continued upward, clearing her loins completely now as Sam Slade lifted it out of the way and tucked it quickly and expertly in the waistband of her skirt. Now his hands and eyes were paying homage to the tanned columns of her firm but pliant thighs, fingertips grazing little electric paths of illicit excitement up and down the ivory flesh, drawing ever closer to the barely-covered seat of her feminine lust.

Jennifer closed her eyes tightly, breathing through flaring nostrils as she fought to regain some slight measure of her own rapidly disappearing self-control. The ingenuous virgin's stern resolve was forcibly shattered by the sudden wet touch of Sam Slade's tongue high on the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh. She gasped aloud at the electrifying sensation, recoiling away from that ultimate act of perversion so that her plump little ass cheeks butted tightly against the television behind her. Slade followed her every move, scooting forward on his knees, his flicking, darting tongue nearer losing a stroke as it maneuvered onward and upward along her stinging thigh.

The young girl was sobbing now, bringing down her hands to tangle her clawed fingers in the older man's hair, desperately fighting to force his ravenous face away from the target zone of her chaste loins. To her chagrin and dismay, she found that she simply did not possess the physical strength or, although she wouldn't admit it, the resolve needed to wrench his mouth away from the moist flesh of her upper thigh.

Sam Slade pressed his face close into the tight valley formed by the young girl's tightly clenched thighs. His eyes were on a direct level with the sopping wet crotchband of her almost transparent little bikini underpants, and he could plainly smell the rich womanly aroma of her feminine lust secretions seeping through the panties. The odor was enough to inflame him to the utmost, driving him almost insane with raging carnal desire for the young girl's plainly virginal body.

Slade hooked the clawed fingers of his two big hands in the tight elastic waistband of Jennifer Adams's panties. He jerked sharply downward on the yielding garment, uttering a low animal growl of pure lust as he made his aggressive attack. Her panties were quickly hauled down to mid thigh, totally revealing the downy curls of pubic hair to his gaze, and then the flimsy material parted in his hands with a loud ripping noise. Satisfied at last, Slade flung the useless scraps of wet material away onto the floor at either side.

Jennifer let out a croaking little sob of embarrassment now that her naked loins were totally revealed to the eyes and hands of this clearly lecherous older man. She trembled violently, suddenly going weak in the knees as she realized that his probing eyes were on a direct level with the puckered little nether lips of her cunt, examining every furrow and swell of her secret genitals with prurient curiosity.

With a rumbling growl of pure animal sexuality, Sam Slade suddenly thrust his face forward, plastering the sucking lips of his hungry mouth directly over the pink little portal of Jennifer Adams's cunt. The girl uttered a little gasping cry of surprise at that liquid, electrifying contact, her knees suddenly going rubbery and weak as her entire lower body was consumed in a roaring inferno of rapidly building lust.

Slade wasted no time or effort in his ruthless assault upon the young woman's naked genitalia, fairly gnawing upon the tender little outer lips of her cunt and flailing about with his snake- like tongue all the while. Again Jennifer's hands flew to his head, seeking to ward off the assault upon her nude and vulnerable loins, but once more she found herself woefully lacking in the strength she would need to repel his attack. Her hands were trembling feebly, and what she meant to be a decisive blow against the top and sides of Sam Slade's skull became almost a cloying caress as she tottered and wobbled there before him.

Slade's hands were not idle as his mouth worked slavishly over the girl's aching little cunt. They were busy creeping upward along her lushly curvaceous body, sliding first over her ripe womanly hips, then advancing further, slipping easily across her fluttering little belly to capture the full orbs of her naked breasts. His fingers went immediately to the erect little stems of her aching nipples, the milking and massaging gestures forming the perfect counterpart to the actions of his madly laving tongue below, in the valley of her crotch.

As Sam Slade's tongue snaked along the coral slit of her chaste little pussy, expertly locating the tiny clitoris and giving it special attention, Jennifer felt as if her soul was suspended somewhere between the elusive heaven of explosive sexual release and the burning hell of her own personal degradation. Her cheeks were flushed bright crimson with unavoidable shame, but her instinctive reaction to Slade's lewd tongue fucking was not enough to make her break away from the stranger's savagely lecherous embrace there in the kitchen.

Slade's touch upon her naked little nipples was becoming more forceful, more demanding, in line with the increasingly energetic cavorting of the tongue which he plunged in and out of her throbbing little pussy slit. He was no longer merely content with licking around the erectile bud of her tingling clitoris, but was now seeking out the elastic little mouth of her hidden vagina itself, darting his electric tongue tip around that winking little eye in a rhythm of mounting passion.

Jennifer took hold of herself, suddenly realizing that her hands were tangled in Sam Slade's hair and had actually begun to pull his face closer to her loins rather than struggling to keep him away. She was shocked and chagrined at the way in which her treasonous young woman's body was responding to the physical realities of the teacher's caresses but she somehow rationalized her response as something that was owed to him. After all, he'd just seen his wife humiliated'

Sam Slade dropped one of his hands away from the girl's tender and tremulous breasts, swiftly and expertly insinuating it between her firm young thighs. He quickly pried her legs farther apart, securing the gains he made by thrusting his hungry face ever deeper into the revealed valley of her crotch, his mouth literally inhaling ever greater mouthfuls of her steamy, needing pussy flesh.

Young Jennifer Adams felt as if she must surely faint dead away, or else lose her mind entirely at any moment. Never in her relatively short life had she experienced such intensity of emotion, such powerful erotic sensations coupled with an underlying background welling up of instinctive guilt. Nevertheless, the erotic instincts of pure animal sexuality were slowly but surely winning out in the young girl, and the mewling little cries, which came from her throat, now would never have been mistaken by any man for cries for help. They were, in fact, gurgling and whimpering little pleas for more of the same lusty, inciting sensations which had already reduced her in effect to a trembling and overwrought nervous wreck.