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Erotic Odyssey III - Amoral Adventures

My late uncle showed little respect for women (or girls) and as he became older he acted sometimes even worse than when he was younger although some might find that difficult to believe. Anyway I’ll now present the last of the chapters I have so far deciphered.

Chapter One

Renewing Acquaintances

The minister droned on with his 'as it were's and the other catch phrases pastors use to pad their sermons. My eyelids were getting heavy and, to avoid embarrassing my sister or myself by falling asleep in church, I began, surreptitiously, to survey the congregation.

Could that be Barbara? God, she didn't look much older than twenty years ago when I'd seduced her. (OK, so it wasn't a seduction.) Not much taller than when she was twelve, either, as far as I could tell. She was wearing a white blouse and, from my viewing angle, it looked pretty full, as if those impressive, juvenile breasts had become two-liter milk jugs. I caught her looking at me, too, out of the corner of her eye but she quickly averted her glance when she saw that I was looking at her. And she blushed. What was she thinking, I wondered. Did she hate me for what I'd done? The few times I'd seen her, afterwards, she'd always looked down, either shy or afraid, or both.

I'd come home, which was what I still called the place where I grew up, for a brief visit with my sister and duty required that I go to church on Sunday morning. I'd spent the last two evenings getting updated on the people I'd known twenty years ago and the people I'd known, particularly the girls I’d known in the biblical sense.

Barbara and Verna were the only ones who still lived there and Barbara was married now, I'd found out, with two kids. Today, though, she was alone in church. She'd be over thirty now, I mused, but she sure didn't look it. Her creamy complexion, especially when she blushed, made her look like a teenager.

Twice more during the remainder of the service, I caught her sneaking glances my way and, each time, her cheeks reddened as she'd quickly looked away. I wondered even more what she was thinking.

"Hello, Joseph. I haven't seen you in a long time." I was surprised when Barbara spoke to me as we stood in line to shake hands with the minister although I noted that her eyes didn't meet mine.

"Hi, Barbara. Yes, it's been a few years alright." Damn. She's pretty. But she's definitely no taller now than she was twenty years ago. "Where's Walter?" I asked, inquiring about the whereabouts of her husband.

"Don't tell anyone but he's playing hooky. He took the boys fishing. He'll be home tonight if you want to come up for coffee." She spoke hesitantly, almost timidly, and I remembered how fearful and timorous she'd been that day when I'd assaulted her. Was she still like that? Was she a submissive wife?

"I'd like that, Barbara." Even though she still wouldn't look me in the eye, I could see that she was blushing furiously and I wondered, suspected, that she was remembering the last time we'd talked. Had she told her husband? Not likely, I thought. Especially since she's inviting me to meet him.

"That's good. He'd heard you were home and he was hoping he'd get to see you." She finally raised her eyes to mine for just a moment. They were big and blue and, before she looked away, an almost guilty expression showed. I was the one who ought to look guilty, I mused. Strange?

At dusk I walked up the hill to where Walter and Barbara lived in an old farmhouse. He was an electrician but, like many in the village, he did a bit of farming on the side. His pickup truck was parked on the grass beside the driveway, a hand painted sign on the door announcing the name of the small contractor he worked for. Except for a light in the kitchen, the house was in darkness and I went to the kitchen door and knocked.

"Uh...oh, I forgot I'd asked you to come," Barbara stammered when, after almost a minute, she opened the door. "Uh, Walter isn't back yet." She made no move to step aside so I could enter.

"That's too bad. I was hoping to see him," I lied. "Will he be very late?" Damn. She was still a nice looking piece. Maybe a bit fat for her height but the fat was in the right places. "Can I come in and wait?"

"Uh...well? I? He may not get home until very late? I don't know?"

"Well, you'll let me stop to warm up for a few minutes, anyway, won't you, Barbara," and without waiting to be invited in, I pushed by her into the kitchen. "It's chilly out there and I didn't think to put on a sweater."

She peered out at the road before shutting the door and, when I sat in the wooden rocker, she sat down, primly in a straight chair as far away from me as possible. Definitely she was acting afraid of me.

"Where do you live now, Joseph?" Her voice sounded strained.

"I'm out West." God! What tits! She was wearing a sweater that must have been three sizes too small for her. Was it intentional? Was she showing me how she'd grown? On her short frame, her breasts looked disproportionately large. "Have you ever been there?"

"Uh, no. Eddy lives there but Walter doesn't like to travel. You're married, aren't you, Joseph?" Her eyes darted about, never looking directly at me. She was like a timid, frightened rabbit. Surely she didn't think I'd do anything like I had, before. Especially not here in her own home with her husband due home.

"Too bad. You'd find it interesting. Very different from here." What would she say if I asked her how she'd felt after I fucked her? Not that I would ask, but I'd have still liked to see the expression on her face if I did. "Does Eddy still like baseball?"

"Uh, y.yes. I guess so." Her face turned scarlet and I was sure she knew I was reminding her of the baseball book that had figured in her defloration. Just then the telephone rang and she went to the wall phone to answer it.

"Everything's OK, Walter... Yes. I went to church this morning... No, I didn't tell anyone where you and the kids were, dear.... No, your boss didn't call. I'll tell him tomorrow that you're in bed, sick, just like you'd asked me to. All right. I'll see you tomorrow night."

Barbara hung up the phone and sat down again. "That was Walter. He's decided to spend another day fishing so you'd better go, now."

"Oh, that's too bad," I replied. But it hadn't sounded like he'd just made that decision. In fact, I knew now, for sure, that she hadn't expected her husband home at all. And she hadn't mentioned my presence either? "I guess you wanted to talk about old times, just you and me. You knew Walter would be away so it would just be the two of us."

"Uh...but? Like? N.n.no. I? I? I forgot they weren't coming home tonight. Walter really wanted to see you." Stammering and squirming, she was trying to convince me that she hadn't set up this little one-on-one scenario. But I knew better, even if she'd changed her mind, now.

"C'mon, Barbara. Don't lie to me. I'm thrilled that you wanted to see me. Really thrilled."

"B.but...I didn't? Not…the neighbours will see you… me?" Except there really weren't any neighbours to know.

"Nobody saw me coming here, Barbara, so they won't know. Unless you tell them? I guess you got over being mad at me?"

"Uh, I don't know what you mean, Joseph. Why'd I be mad at you?" She sat tensely, looking down at the floor, clearly not wanting to talk about that day.

"You mean you've forgotten?"

"What? Uh, yes? Uh, no? Oh Joseph, you have to go. It was a mistake." Barbara's voice was tight. Was it fear? Or something else? They say that a woman always remembers, maybe loves the guy who devirginates her. Does that apply if it's done by force? I doubt it, but I was certain that Barbara had invited me because she wanted me to fuck her again.

"You were a pretty, little girl then," I said softly as I rose from the rocker and walked over to where she was sitting. "And now you are a beautiful, little woman." I took her hands from where they were clasped together on her knees and pulled her to her feet. She tried to resist but grudgingly she stood, her head barely reaching my chest.

"No...please Joseph...please leave." Barbara's voice was faint and, for just a moment, she looked up at me. God, she was pretty! And the timid look in her big, blue eyes added to her appeal. I looked to my right, down the short hallway that led to what looked like a sitting room. In the light from the kitchen, the only light that was on, I could see that there was a carpet on the floor. That would be better than the cold lino of the kitchen, I thought, as I dragged the weakly resisting woman down the hall.

"I remember, Barbara. I remember very well. You remember too, don't you? You liked it, didn't you! You were a hot little piece, even as young as you were.""

"No...it was a long time ago...I'm married," she protested when I dropped to my knees on the carpet and pulled her down with me but she didn't really struggle. Not like the other time.

Barbara lay there, limp and unresisting, as I unbuttoned her blouse, her face turned away, eyes open looking into the darkness. When I slipped my hands under her back to unclasp her brassiere she half raised her shoulders from the floor to give me access. And then her breasts were bare. "Lovely, Barbara...lovely," I murmured as I hefted the loose, creamy fleshbags.

\"Doh...dohhnnn’t," the woman pleaded but her objection didn't sound convincing and, at the first touch, her nipples popped erect. With one hand I unfastened the waist of her skirt and, compliance contradicting her words, Barbara arched her hips and allowed me to strip down her skirt, slip and panties. "Puhleease, Joseph. We...you can't...cahnn’t."

"Oohhh God, Barbara...beautiful...you're beautiful." I stroked her short, plump thighs up to their juncture with her hips. Her pussy bulged up between her thighs, lightly furred with fine, blonde hair and, when I slid my finger into the crevice, I discovered she was already wet, wet and slippery. "Yesss, Barbara...yesss...you did want this, didn't you. You asked me here to fuck you, didn't you?"

"Nooo...Cahnn’t...it's wronnggg," she moaned even as her legs opened and then I was pushing down my pants to release my erect penis.

"You were my first cherry, Barbara," I said softly as I mounted between her thighs, kneeing them wider apart. "I never forgot you," and I lowered my hips until the head of my cock was pressed against the hot, wet mouth of her vagina. "Do you remember how you felt then? When I held you down like this?" I placed my hands on the spread of her naked hips and looked down at the short, shapely woman below me.

"My fault...it's all my fault," the woman said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please don't do it." Before, that wonderful first time, I'd had to hold her down but now her hips were lax, her legs open and her soft, fat pussy mine for the taking. She'd wanted it when she invited me to her home, even if now she was having second thoughts. As exciting as her timid reluctance was, I wanted her to ask for it this time and I held back, bending down to kiss her.

Barbara's mouth was small but her lips were delightfully soft with a salty taste from her tears. I caressed them with my tongue and, at first, she tightened them but, gradually, I felt them relax and loosen. With one hand I manipulated my tool against her vulva, moving it firmly over her hard clit-bump, dipping it just into the liquid portal of her cunt and pressing it then against her anal rosebud. Her teeth parted. My tongue entered her mouth and she uttered a soft whimper. I was getting to her. It wouldn't be long.

"You're lovely, Barbara. Lovely," I murmured as I interrupted our kiss. "Such big, wonderful breasts," I continued as I pinched her thick, rubbery nipples. "You want to be fucked, don't you? You want me to fuck you again?" I thought I could detect a response to my lewdness, a subtle lift of her hips when I said the f word.

"Nah...hanh...nanh...don't say that...can't stop you," she whined, her breasts heaving from her increasingly laboured breathing.

"Does your cunt feel empty, Barbara? Do you want me to fill your juicy cunt with my cock" Yes. My obscene words were having an effect on her. Her hips gave a barely perceptible jerk with each forbidden word. Faster and harder I rubbed my cocktip on her clit and, each time I dipped the head into her cuntmouth, I saw her pelvis tilt, ready to take it in. I drew away then. Could I make her ask for it. Could I arouse her until her pretty, little mouth said the f word? I pressed my finger on her clit and rubbed my cocktip on her warm, fleshy belly.

"No...Doh...dohnn't talk dirty," she moaned. "I…I'm not...I won't," and, for the first time, her eyes met mine.

"You like it, Barbara, don't you. Do you tell him to fuck you? Is that what you do in bed. Do you talk about how you love to be fucked."

"Nah...Nah...Never...nahhhhh," her protest ending in a gusting outrush as my finger massaged her swollen cum-trigger and she arched up, seekingly against my finger.

"Oh yes, baby. You need it. Don't you want to feel my cock there?" I whispered as I let my finger stray to her hot, cuntal opening. "I want you too, Barbara. I want to feel your hot, juicy cunt around me. I want to shove it way up inside you and fuck you. Just like I did before when I broke your cherry."

"Cah...hanh...cahnn’t…cahnn’t," Barbara panted and, as her clit seemed to swell with the surge that signals orgasm, I took my hand away.

"Nooo...noooo...don't stop," she wailed as her hips surged up, seeking my absent finger. "Dohhnnn’t stop...not nowwww," and she grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand back to her center of sensation.

"Tell me, Barbara! Tell me what you want!" I demanded, fingering her clit and pressing the tip of my cock to her cuntal slit. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Do it...hanh...you know...do it to me...don't care."

"Do what, Barbara. What you want me to do?" I urged, watching the tortured play of emotions showing on her face as I teased her cum-trigger. Her lips seemed to form the words I wanted to hear but they didn't come.

"Say it, baby...say it," I said softly, "You know what to say."

"In…put it in me…f.f.fuck me," the chaste woman gasped as she arched her plump hips, engulfing the sensitive knob of my cock with her snug, moist cuntmouth.

"Ooohhh yesss, Barbara...I'll fuck you," and I thrust smoothly into her soft, juicy passage. Her mouth gaped and she uttered a soft, low groan as I filled her succulent canal, her thighs quivering against mine, her legs straining widely apart. I rubbed her clit with my finger, wanting to assure her immediate climax as I fucked her with short, quick strokes.

"Hunh unh hunh unh" the woman panted and her broad pelvis rotated as we screwed. Her eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites were showing and she uttered a breathless moan as her body convulsed in climax.

"Yes baby…oohh yesss, cummm baby." Her hips were held high by the unyielding carpet beneath her thick ass and, when I drove into her deeper, I felt the hardness of her cervix yield to my thrust. I held her shoulders and hammered her short, stocky frame, sliding my tool in and out of her spasming passage as I took her through the ecstasy of her orgasm.

"Hunngh Hunnnnghh Hunngh!" guttural groans escaped her gaping mouth as she took my fierce thrusts, and then went limp.

I stopped, determined to delay my own orgasm, wanting to see if I could further debauch this seemingly chaste woman. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me for just a moment before turning her head away.

"Get up...please...get off me," she whimpered, shamefaced at her loss of control. "Please Joseph...pleease?"

"Not yet, Barbara...not yet." I felt her try to twist away as I found her clit with my finger. "God, you're a hot fuck."

"Doh…hanh...dohnn’t talk that way...let me up," she sobbed as tears coursed down her pinkly flushed cheeks. In the aftermath of her orgasm I knew that feelings of guilt were assailing her but I was confident that more fucking would make her guilt go away. For a while, anyway. But she remained limp and docile beneath me, her big breasts jiggling softly with her sobs.

"But you are, Barbara...you're a hot, sexy woman. You can't fight it, can you?" I resumed a slow in out fucking of her passage, which seemed to cling more snugly now, after her climax. "Was it as good as you thought it'd be? Did I give you what you invited me here for?"

"Nah...Hanh...wrong...didn't…didn't mean for this to happen," she whined, her eyes still averted from mine. Her legs yielded loosely as I wormed closer into her fuck-saddle and, as I again pushed on her cervix, she tried to rotate away from me.

"You did, Barbara. You know you did. You wanted me to fuck you again." I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close as I rolled with her. Her body was lax and malleable, her short legs flopping out astraddle mine, her belly welded warmly to mine. "Sit up, Barbara. So I can see you."

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