They began fucking her savagely, no longer worried about her pain. Bud was driving his cock into her tender ass so furiously it was almost like he was trying to beat her with it.
"Ohhh!" she cried out. "I'm going to come! I can't stand it! I'm going to come! Oh, it feels so good! So good! Oh Jesus fuckkkk!"
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she came. She didn't look like herself She looked like some kind of fucking machine with her long hair in tangles and the two cocks pounding her. Her mouth dropped open slackly as the fiery heat rocked her body.
"Jesus," she screamed again.
She felt the cocks grow inside her. She felt Randy stiffen and then a low moan escaped his throat. She pushed down and took his load of cum into her juice-drenched cunt.
Bud was getting even faster.
"I'm going to put it in your ass!" he shouted. "In your ass, bitch! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Ohhhhgahhhh!"
He pushed it deep one last time as his cock exploded in her ass.
Julia was shocked when the first picture arrived.
The picture was delivered by special messenger right to her doorstep.
She took the brown envelope and tore it open. She almost dropped it when she took the large photograph out.
There was no doubt that it was her.
She was lying on the bed with nothing on and a pleased expression on her face. Her lips were covered with white cum.
There could also be no doubt about what she had just finished doing.
"Oh my God,"' she said softly.
"What is it, honey?" Jimmy asked.
Quickly she tore the picture into shreds and dropped it into the wastebasket.
"Nothing," she, said. "Just someone asking directions."
Jimmy was satisfied with her answer. He was in a hurry as usual and he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before leaving quickly.
She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his car disappear. She leaned against the door and wondered how many other photographs would come. How could she hide them all from her husband? And why were they being sent.
The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Mrs. Johnson?" a male voice asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Did you get the mail this morning?"
Her heart started beating quickly. Her hand had gotten a little sweaty.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Meet me at the motel," he said. "Room five. We'll talk about the pictures."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
The phone went dead. She stood looking at it stupidly. What could she do?
She already knew the answer to that question. She had no choice. She had to go to the man's motel.
She was aware that she was being watched as she entered the motel.