It was getting warmer, far warmer than was normal for early June, and the open vent near the floor in front didn't help matters any. Susan pushed the button to lower the window slightly, but the sudden rush of noise was disturbing. Raising the window again, she decided she would just have to be uncomfortable with the heat, but she found herself wondering what the temperatures would be like further South.
When Robert bought the car, Susan had thought it was ridiculous to have such a fancy automobile without air conditioning, but Robert had insisted it wasn't healthy for him to get in and out of different temperatures all day. Also, he claimed, it never got so hot in San Rafael that they would need it or use it. That statement seemed laughable to her, but she didn't really have any choice in the matter.
Robert didn't think it was hot unless it was over a hundred degrees, she figured, but anything over seventy-five was too hot for her.
Pulling the map from the glove compartment, Susan studied it, and although it confused her a little, she concluded that they were only a short distance from Los Angeles. If traffic there wasn't too bad, they would be in Mexico within a few hours. In spite of the heat, the thought excited her.
Susan Donnelly was thirty-four years old, and in her entire life she had never been out of the United States. She wouldn't like that fact to be known generally among the people she and Robert called their friends, as she considered her lack of traveling experience a social detriment. It was because she had never left the country that she had agreed to go on the brief vacation with Robert to Mexico.
Robert had been to Mexico when he was younger, before they were married, and he even spoke some Spanish, although it had been years since he had actually used the language. This was the primary reason he wanted to go back, and though Susan would have preferred traveling to Canada, sh -e settled on Mexico for Robert's benefit. She believed she owed him a lot, even though their marriage had occurred under the most unusual circumstances. He was a good provider and was never too demanding of her, so she felt that her life was very normal. In fact, she believed that she was happy except for the times that Robert was drinking, and that seemed to be occurring more and more frequently.
Susan Donnelly looked and occasionally acted more sultry than she really was, but her character lacked the sensuality which her body conveyed. Her sexuality was matched by a certain innocence, a condition that often got her asked for an identification when she went into bars with Robert. It pleased her to be thought of as a far younger person than she actually was, but her youthful appearance did not go to her head. She didn't try to look young, nor did she intentionally act that way. Her skin was smooth and fair, an inheritance from her mother, and her long, blond hair seemed to naturally stay in a flip style. She was slender, but her soft, curving shape was unmistakable under any of the clothes she wore. It was her long, tapering legs that made her look more slender than she was, as her breasts were full and round, yet so firm she didn't need to wear a bra. Her waist was thin, and her buttocks were shaped like two ripe melons waiting to be squeezed. There wasn't a wrinkle or even a worry-line in her pert face, and the depth of her blue eyes was unfathomable. Every time she met a new acquaintance, at the occasional parties she and Robert would attend, he was always surprised to learn that she had a seventeen-year-old son.
The scenery by the four-lane highway seemed to disappear, and Susan instinctively knew that they were coming into Los Angeles. There was no clock in the car, another absent feature which irritated Susan, since she wore no wristwatch.
"What time is it, dear?" Susan asked Robert, her tone slightly harsh as if to comment on her need to ask.
"One thirty! We're making good time ... . Should reach Ensenada by four at the latest." Robert was always precise and to the point when he talked, a habit born out of his insurance dealings. He had worked hard at it since they had first been married, and his efforts had paid off in an agency partnership, although other things that had been important to him had to be passed up.
Since the scenery had become mostly concrete, Susan studied Robert as he drove cautiously along the freeway. He still looked as handsome as always, and she was pleased that he had hair that was still dark and wavy. He was only thirty-eight, but she reasoned that many men at that age were graying and developing a paunch. With Robert this wasn't at all true. Yet, his age was apparent, perhaps in his attitudes more than anything else, but there was just no doubt he was nearing forty. He had a very distinguished look about him, but his hair was thinner than it had been when he was twenty-one and they had first met. So were the lines on his face deeper, a sign of the hard work he had put in since their marriage. He had changed a lot since that time, some seventeen years ago, but for that, Susan was glad.
The time had gone quickly, too quickly, and now Bill was seventeen, practically a grown up young man. She was sure that young Bill had been the sole purpose for her having stayed with Robert from the beginning, and it seemed to Susan that it was gone from her mind. Yet, it was hard to forget such a beginning of a marriage, and she knew that the circumstances of her marriage to Robert would always be there as long as she had Bill to look at.
Susan hoped that the trip to Mexico would take her mind off the remaining days before Bill's return home from his college. It had been the first time he was ever away from home for any length of time, and the first semester in Stanford seemed to last forever. Bill would be coming home in less than two weeks, and although Stanford was not so far from San Rafael, Susan felt that he might as well be a million miles away from home. She had had a hard time adjusting to his absence in the last few months, and she was more excited about his having the summer vacation than she was at his getting good grades in his first semester. She just wanted him home, and grades simply didn't make any difference to her. As it was getting closer to the time he would be coming home from school, Susan felt as though the days dragged on forever, and she hoped beyond hope that the trip was going to be enough of a distraction to make the time go faster.
Bill was hers and Robert's only child, and he had always been the one thing that kept that marriage on a level that to Susan seemed normal. He had been the reason for the marriage in the first place, and she had thought for many years that she wouldn't have married Robert, except for her having been pregnant. Robert was rough and demanding in those days, and all the girls in Susan's high school class thought he was really something special. Susan probably wouldn't have gone out with him if her schoolmates had disliked him, but it was a big deal to go out with an "older man" of twenty-one. When Susan had mentioned his calling her for a date to her best friend, the girl had acted overwhelmed and envious, just as Susan had thought she would. That was why Susan had said yes to Robert, and that was why Susan had been sorry later.
Watching the road as more and more cars seemed to join them in tighter and more confined spaces, Susan thought back on the first and only official date she had had with Robert. She had been particularly naive as a young girl, her parents having been the type to shield and protect her from all they believed to be low and dirty. It had, instead, made Susan more than normally curious about sex, yet she found that she was unable to stay around when her girlfriends talked about their conquests. They always seemed to be so crude and vile, their verbal usage far worse than the actions which they described, and if Susan had been "up on things," she would have realized that they were always exaggerating.
The boys in her class always seemed to be a combination of crude inexperience and raw savagery, and Susan never allowed any of them to go beyond a good-night kiss in spite of their awkward attempts toward more. She knew what they all thought of her, but she didn't feel that her description and name of "iceberg" was deserved. Just being kissed sent a surge of desire through her whole body with such intensity that it frightened her. It was always so severe that she stopped any advance with cool immediacy. She felt it was wrong to have such thoughts and feelings, and she would scold herself after a date for even thinking about sex. It was evil, and sex was only to be had in marriage.
The date with Robert changed everything: her life, and things she had never recognized within. herself. What had surprised Susan more than anything else that evening was the way Robert had acted at first. She had expected him to be just like she always had heard he was, but he was a perfect gentleman, even speaking nicely to her through the entire dinner. He was working at that time, so he had money that the boys in Susan's class would have liked to have had, and he had taken her to a restaurant which was quite fancy. It was better than any restaurant Susan had been to, prior to that time, and she had been impressed with the whole thing. Robert even ordered wine with his meal, and he let her taste some, which Susan liked particularly, since it was illegal. It was simply a little naughtiness which seemed devilish and daring to her, and she felt quite warm and good by the time dinner was over.
When they had walked outside of the restaurant, Susan had hoped that her girlfriends might just be around, so they could see her with Robert. She could clearly remember her disappointment at not seeing anyone, but then it was in a part of town that very few high school kids ever went to. Still, she had hoped that at least one of her girlfriends would see her, and she had even stalled in getting into Robert's car on the off chance that one would show up. None did, and she was not thinking or caring about anything else when Robert drove up to the woods.
When he parked the car, Susan's thoughts were on the envy her girlfriends would feel when she told them about dinner there in that fancy restaurant, and she was totally surprised to find out that she was parked with Robert. Susan had always thought of herself as being just average in looks, as vanity was also a taboo in her parents' home, and she had wondered why Robert had asked her out, to begin with. It would never have occurred to her that he was completely taken with her natural sensual attractiveness, and that he considered her the most difficult challenge of all the girls in town. That particular night he had altered his methods initially to impress Susan, but he couldn't maintain his front for very long. Just looking at her made his prick jump wildly in his pants, and during the drive to the woods he had even glanced over at the slightly exposed thighs so many times that he nearly ran off the road. He was sure that she was a virgin, and he was just as sure that she would no longer be a virgin after that night. He was going to liberate her from her up-tight attitude even if she didn't want him to!
With the realization of where she was, Susan felt that she could only oblige Robert to a point, but she also felt she would have to let him have something in return for the fancy meal he had treated her to in the restaurant. That was only fair, but she still was frightened of her own potential reactions to him. She found herself hoping that he had only driven to the woods to talk. When he leaned across the big, wide front seat of the old car to kiss her, that idea was quickly dispelled from her mind.
He was gentle, his lips meeting hers as though they were rose buds that would break off if treated too roughly, and the flood of pleasure that streaked through her body was more intense than usual. He wasn't like the other boys she had gone out with, as there was something experienced in the way he handled her, and it completely took her breath away. She decided to kiss him back before calling a halt to the session, and his tongue slipped easily into her mouth in a French kiss. The thrill that slammed through her body was like a bolt of lightning, and Susan backed away with a start.
"Please, Robert," she whispered, as if afraid of being overheard. Her tone was like scolding, but it carried no weight. "I certainly enjoyed the dinner, but that doesn't give you the right to take liberties."
Robert liked her old-fashioned way of putting things, and he laughed uproariously. He had no intention of taking "liberties," but he was intent on fucking her! "Listen, doll. The dinner has nothing to do with my hot pants! We've all got to eat!"
If another boy had said the same thing, Susan would have been mad, but there was something in Robert's tone that made his words sound all right. In fact, they seemed to have a strange effect on her, a kind of tingling thrill that came with being an adult. He was, after all, an adult, she thought, and there was no reason why he should not talk that way.
Susan looked straight at Robert, and she felt that his eyes were staring right through her clothes, fondling her private parts in an intimate act, and she felt completely naked. "Why did you want to drive up here, Robert?" she asked in all innocence.
God, it would be nice to squeeze those lush tits, Robert thought, and he found it very hard to listen to what she was saying. "What? Drive up where?"
Susan thought he was playing a game with her, and she got angry enough to tell him she didn't like it. "You know where we are, Robert, and I am not going to be subjected to your games, and I think you had better take me straight home!" He was leaning so close to her that she could feel his warmth, and it made her more than a little nervous. She was all the way over against the car door, so she had no way of getting away from his body without getting out of the car. She felt stifled, and the lingering effect of his one real kiss was still making her pulse beat rapidly.
"I'm certainly not going to leave you out here in the woods alone, doll!" Robert laughed out loud, and his cock twitched in his restraining pants as he contemplated putting it into her virgin pussy. He couldn't help liking her spunky manner, though, and he decided that he would try to get her to give in without being forced. He was sure that he could rape her without anyone ever being the wiser, as he knew enough about her to know she would be much too ashamed to tell her parents, or anyone. But, he preferred to have her willingly, as she was much nicer than any of the girls he had usually fucked and dumped. There was no doubt in his mind that he would like to have her often.
"I think you should take me home right now!" Susan waited for Robert to move back to his place behind the steering wheel, but he just stayed close to her, smiling. It was as though he was asking her for something, and when she thought about what it could be, she got more scared. "Please take me home now!" she begged weakly, and his eyes seemed to be burning holes through her clothes.
"Sure, babe! Just as soon as we fuck!" Robert said, his expression not changing one bit.
Susan was completely startled by the directness of his statement, and the words he had used seemed to echo around in her head, repeating themselves over and over. It made her muscles tighten from the momentary thrill of what he had suggested, and she almost felt like he was only joking.
"Really, Robert! You shouldn't talk to me that way," was all Susan could think of to say. She was afraid he was dead serious, even though he was still smiling broadly.
"Excuse me! Have intercourse! Okay?" Robert reached out to take hold of the round mound jutting from her chest, and the softness of her breast sent more excitement to his groin. For a moment, Susan only watched him, wide-eyed, as if shocked by his bold assault, and he squeezed her tit, feeling the hardening bud growing under her sweater. He wanted to take off all her clothes without further delay, but when he moved to pull her sweater up, she reacted.
His bold, straightforward approach had completely overwhelmed Susan for a moment, but the instant he started to pull at her sweater, she came to her senses. "NO! Please, Robert!" Susan yelled as she fought his hands away from her young body. Her heart was pounding wildly, uncontrollably, from fear and stimulation, but she was sure that she couldn't allow him to touch her virgin body. It was wrong, all wrong, and she pushed against him to keep him back. His hands were quick and determined, and she was so busy trying to keep them off her body that she couldn't even get the car door open. Her only thought was escape, but he was easily succeeding in overpowering her.
Robert didn't want to play any more, as he thought his swollen prick would burst from the pressure within if he didn't do something soon, so he grabbed Susan's arms and twisted them back behind her. Pushing forward, he forced her down until her arms were pinned beneath her own body, then moving quickly, he jerked her sweater up quickly and around her neck. The white lacy material of her bra seemed to glow brightly in, the dull light, and he brutally ripped it clear of her body. Her breasts stood out like two pointing mountains waiting to be climbed, the peaks pink and hard, her nipples erect from the mixture of fear and excitement she was feeling.
The sight of her naked breasts stirred him to the point of no return, and he leaned down with his mouth open and ready to take her breast inside. Pressing his face into the soft, round flesh, he sucked an erect nipple into his warm wet mouth while his tongue licked around in furious haste. Then hearing her moaned cry of resistance, he bit his teeth into the pink bud, eliciting more cries from Susan.
"Ooooohhh! Pleeeeze! Nnnnoooo!" Susan was totally confused by all that was happening to her as she teetered between sensations and what she believed. It was wrong, she was convinced, but the pleasure of his mouth on her breast was too good to be so bad for her. Her arms ached from being trapped beneath her body, and she twisted in a futile attempt to get them free. His whole weight was against her, and she was not strong enough to fight him off. His tongue was bathing her breast in a warm hot kiss, and the flooding sensations which poured through her body were causing her vagina to throb with excitement.
"Nnnnoooo, Robert! Ooooohhhh!" Her criedout pleadings fell on deaf ears, as Robert was determined to have his hard cock inside her virgin cunt. She was too sensual to resist his just taking her, in spite of her begging him to stop, and he reached up under her skirt, running his hand up between her smooth thighs. She was warm, and her scent was like a perfume from the tropical air of the South Sea islands. He wanted to breathe her into his lungs, cover her with his mouth and both, and then fuck her hot little pussy until she begged and screamed for more.
Her hips were writhing and twisting to get away from his hand, but he was able to push it up between the thighs until his fingers made contact with the smooth silky crotchband of her panties. It was moist, and he worked his fingers under the elastic band that held the material tightly to one of her legs. Pulling violently at the filmy material, he ripped it away from her struggling hips. Her virgin vagina was completely naked and open to his grasp.
"Nnnnoooo! Please, Robert! Not like thisss!" Susan begged, but her strength to resist him was draining away fast. She felt a cool rush of air against her inner thighs as she struggled, and she knew that he had succeeded in getting her panties away from her cunt. She had no room on the wide front seat of the big car to slide out from under his body, and her legs were held wide apart by his knees. She was open to his assault, and there was nothing to be done about it. She started to protest again, when his fingers made contact with her naked pussy, and the electric-like bolt of pleasure that shot through her body stunned her.
Feeling the fineness of her light young pubic hair, Robert worked his finger in between the soft cuntal lips and instantly found her clitoris. It was hard, and he pinched in between his thumb and forefinger, making Susan moan out loud. She was hot, all right, he thought, but she didn't want to let on about it! Hot little cunt, probably wants it as much as him!
"Aaaaaggghhh! Ooooohhhh! Godddddd!" Susan shrieked as she tried to keep the awakening pleasure in her body out of her mind. What was only important was keeping Robert from raping her, and she had no strength to guarantee that. He was like a mad bull on the rampage, and in spite of her struggled attempts, there was no getting free. Her brain flooded with anger as she realized that her situation was hopeless, and she hated Robert for making her face the fact that her body was betraying her mind. The thrills that slammed through her every nerve kept multiplying one upon the other, and her pussy throbbed with the warm lubricating fluid seeping from deep within herself.
Sucking voraciously on her full breasts, Robert continued working his fingers in the soft folds of Susan's moist pussy as he felt her resistance to his assault give way. She was going to be a hot little piece of ass, he was confident of that, and moving his middle finger down between the pink young lips of her vagina, he sought out and found the tight virgin opening to her womb. Probing his finger inside the smooth elastic little mouth, he found it was warm and wet, and not able to hold himself back, he wormed it up the narrow throbbing passage, feeling the slick, slightly resisting wills grab tightly at his plunging finger.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Pleeeeeeaaaeeessssee!" Susan knew that she was lost, and that there was no return to the point from which things had started. She was going to lose her virginity at the hands of a rapist, and though she hated the idea, she was enjoying it, nonetheless. His finger twisting around inside her cunt was sending pleasant, hot vibrations to the pit of her belly, and she felt as though she was going to shake apart from the spasms within. She was being had, and there was no denying it. At that moment she wasn't thinking about the far greater object that Robert was going to grind up into her virgin pussy.
His lust taking over completely, Robert added another finger to the one already pumping in and out of her cunt. He was going to loosen her up for his prick, and then he was going to fuck her within an inch of her life. Gradually, he felt her twisting resistance to his touch becoming more like a grinding motion with his fingerfucking, and then Robert pulled his fingers from her tight young pussy with a soft, squishing noise. Half-kneeling and lying across her heated young body, he reached for his belt buckle, loosened it, and then pulled his pants down from his hips. In the same motion he pulled his underpants down, and his stiff throbbing penis stood and sprang straight out as it was being freed from its binding. Susan's eyes were wide open with terror when she saw the size of his hardened cock, and she quivered with greater fright when she realized that he was going to drive it into her helpless body. It would tear her apart, surely!
"Please, Robert! I'm a virgin! I can't take anything so bigggg!" Susan pleaded, but Robert cut her off abruptly by falling across her body, his cock lying along the soft exposed curving mound of her liquid cunt. He was like an animal as he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with the full length of his throbbing cock. Her legs were held wide apart by his hips, and his cock was tightly imbedded in her virgin flesh like a great pole between her thighs.
Savoring the sensation of her soft pussy against his excited penis, Robert held back a moment to study the girl he was about to take for his own gratification. She held her eyes tightly shut as if that might keep her from being skewered by his rigid staff, but her mouth was partly open, whimpering pleadings coming out of it incoherently. Her red lips were wet and glistening, and her tongue rolled delicately back over her lips to keep them wet. He couldn't see her neck because of the sweater he had bunched up around it, but beneath it were her bared and lovely young tits. The pink nipples on the tips were hard, tiny buds of throbbing pleasure, the one he had put in his mouth still wet from his saliva. Her waist was slim and smooth, but her skirt was bunched up too, so he could see beyond it to her light blond pubic triangle being spead apart by the smooth rub bery head of his cock. She was everything he had imagined she would be, and more! Just the sight of her half-naked body made the tingling sensations in his groin grow to smashing proportions. It was only spoiled by her nervous whimpering, and he wanted to have her involved in the pleasure, too.
"Take my cock and guide it to your cunt! If you don't do it, I'll hurt you!" Robert made his voice sound as ominous as possible, in the hope of getting her to cooperate in spite of her fears.
God! She didn't even want to look at his penis, it was that frightening, but now Robert was telling her to put it in her vagina! Susan didn't know just what to think, but more out of fear than anything else, she decided to do as he asked her. She thought he might not be so rough that way, so she reached down between their bodies, taking the hard column of flesh in her fingers. It jerked to her touch, and she could have sworn that she felt the hot blood pumping crazily through it. Not at all sure of the way to go about what he had ordered her to do, Susan handled the warm fleshy staff like it would break if she held it too tightly, and she was finding her wonderment at its very texture more important than the loss of her virginity. It was a new experience, after all, and she was unable to prevent it! He may have been a lewd and indecent man, to trick her into the position she was in, but still, there was something to it that excited her.
"Put the tip against your cunt, goddammit!" Robert was having a hard time to control himself, her touch was so delicate and stimulating.
The gruffness of his command shocked Susan back into reality, and she whimpered quietly again as she did as he asked. She could plainly feel the thick throbbing head of his penis pressing into her warm vagina, and she moved it over the soft flesh until the head was hard against the tight little opening. She knew where his cock was supposed to go, but that was the total sum of her knowledge about sexual involvement.
"Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me, Robert!" She pleaded with him as she felt the increase of pressure against her straining vaginal passage, and it started to make tiny pains flash up her spine to her brain. Robert was ignoring her request as he was only concerned with having his cunt-starved cock inside her body. He pushed hard forward with his hips, feeling the weak resistance give way to his demanding strength, and with one hard long lunge, his thick cock tore inside.
"Aaaagggggghhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhhhh! It's toooo biggggg!" Susan screamed as the pain of his entry pounded through her body like a strike from a sledgehammer. She felt so impossibly stretched to a huge size, and she tried desperately to screw her buttocks into the seat cushion below her, to get away. She knew then, at that moment, that she was going to be killed by his giant penis, and to her it was a life and death struggle. Twisting, grabbing, trying to hit with clenched fists, she did everything her strength allowed in her attempt to get away, but it was all to no avail. Robert had her helplessly pinned down, and her struggle was all for naught. She had been aroused when he had first started to enter her pussy, but the pain had completely undone all the pleasure she had felt. All that remained behind was humiliation, shame and pain.
Holding back for a moment to keep Susan under control, Robert was nearly laughing at the efforts she was making. To him, her struggle was only symbolic, an act to emphasize that it was rape, and he let her play her game for a short moment. He couldn't wait too long, as the intense pressure in his balls was too demanding, and he lunged hard forward again to drive his cock further into the liquid depths of her vagina. It was so tight that he felt as though his cock was forcefully parting the walls of her warm young passage as it sank deeper and deeper into her, and his cock was wrapped in the tender, warm flesh, making him want to cum right then and there.
"UUUnnnnnhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaggghhh!" Susan grunted as her cunt was stretched to impossible proportions by his ramming cock, and the throbbing tearing pain continued in great, crashing waves then through her entire body. Her efforts at stopping the entry were fruitless, and gradually she relaxed, resigning her self to her fate. She knew she was no longer a virgin, no longer the innocent young girl she had been just a few short moments previously, and it was like something snapped in her brain. When his unimpeded cock suddenly drove to the full depth of her vagina, she didn't have the strength to even cry out though the pain was terrible. She was being used as his sexual receptacle, for the gratification of his own animalistic desires, and nothing more.
Finding his cock buried to the hilt in Susan's tight young cunt, Robert couldn't hold back from fucking into her one moment longer. He immediately pulled his hips back, taking his long column back out of her wet vagina until only the purple tip remained inside, and then he shoved forward, driving the full length of it back into her aching womb. As if there was an emergency going on, he quickly picked up the age-old rhythm of fucking, thrusting in and out of her cunt with more and more speed. His balls filled to the limit with warm sperm, and were egging him on to rapid finish, and he met the urgency with hard and long thrusts into her.
Susan tried to hold back her squeal of pain, ashamed that Robert might know how debased he made her feel, but the agony of his barbaric impalement was too great. She cried out and jerked her legs out in a vain effort to escape. It only made matters worse, and Robert stroked harder and farther within her, his hard battering ram splitting her warm, yielding cunt as an axe would hew a log. He drove with such force, she slid along the material covering the car seat until her head was pressing against the car door. She had to raise her head slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but look down over her breasts to the point where their bodies came together. His giant, ponderous cock was relentlessly violating her tight pink cunt, ramming in and out with tremendous force, and she could see her own pubic hairs grazing his curly growth where her soft, yielding vaginal lips slipped around his glistening young shaft. His balls were rubbing hard against her thighs as he dipped and stroked, then slapping into her buttocks cheeks when he was buried all the way inside her. His thick long cock looked red and angry, and there was a thin film of liquid covering its full length. It was sliding easily in the hot clasping passage between her legs now, and she tried to fight back the growing excitement which poured through her body to her brain. It was horrible what he was doing to her, and her mind knew she mustn't enjoy any of the lewd acts he was perpetrating against her defenseless genitals.
"Please.... Stoppp! I can't take all of itttt! Pleeze! you're hurting meeeeee! You're ... oh Godddd!! Please!"
Robert was thinking of nothing but his wildly-moving prick, his total commitment to the fucking of the young girl with her legs open wide beneath him. Their genitals crashed to gether with resounding slaps, colliding over and over again with a sadistic repetition. The tip of his penis was sending tiny sensations to a mounting point in his groin that then sent the sensations on as fantastic prickling pleasures over every part of his lust-crazed body. Her tight young pussy felt so good wrapped around his plunging cock, and he knew that his cum would have to be released soon.
It was horrible, and Susan held her eyes ever so tightly shut in a desperate effort to close out the burning sensation growing in her womb with increasing presence. It was vile and dirty, a deeply humiliating crude act performed on her helpless body like some filthy animal in heat. She couldn't imagine how she would ever face her parents again, how she could ever look anyone in the eye and keep them from knowing that she had been defiled by a lusting beast. As his cock fucked in and out of her tight young cunt with greater and greater speed, it was getting to be worse. It was feeling good, too good, and she tried with all her might to keep the dirty thought out. The image of his cock was imprinted there, but she couldn't keep it from haunting her mind.
Robert kept on drubbing in and out of her like some crazy machine, his one inflamed idea to squirt his load of churning semen deep inside her soft young belly. He felt the build-up of hot seething liquid in his balls, the sensational tickling at the base of his cock as he jammed it to the hilt in her tight, resisting pussy, and he knew he was at the point of being about to cum. Retreating only half of his cock, he rammed once again with all his energy, the full extent of his excited cock sunk cruelly to the hilt. Susan whimpered a sob of futility born of mixed emotions, and it only excited him far more. Falling across her body, he locked his mouth to hers as his sperm began to rise in his cock, and he mashed her breasts against his chest. Shoving his hand beneath her white buttocks, he pulled the twin cheeks up to meet him even more, his testicles screwing down into the widespread split of her ass.
"Oooohhhh! Nooooo!" Susan was screaming as much at herself as at Robert as she felt she was being plundered beyond endurance. Her body was reeling with the sensations of his cock pounding in her cunt, while her brain fought against any enjoyment to be had. It was all new to her, but she didn't think she should like it, whatever it was. His balls slapping heavily against her rapidly upturned buttocks was like a signal for something more to happen, and she felt his lust-enraged penis grow to tremendous size as his groin pressed tightly against her tortured pussy.
Robert reached his explosion with sudden force, and he drove his tongue inside her mouth as his cock swelled up with sperm massing inside it. The hot white liquid shot into Susan like molten lava, coming forth in a tremendous burst to flood the whole of the widestretched cavern of her pussy.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Ooohhh!" Susan was surprised at the hot swirling sensation in her womb as his cock jerked out its climax over and over again. It seemed as if he was draining his body of all its fluids as the hot sticky liquid squirted deep inside her vagina. For Susan it was both too soon, and too late, and when it was finally over, she covered her nakedness with her hands while her mind was filled with shame.
Susan never forgave him for raping her, and worse was the subconscious realization that she had wanted it as much as he had. Robert had been right in guessing that she would never talk about it to anyone, as she felt like she had been soiled and could never face anyone without their knowing exactly what had happened. For a time she wasn't found out, however, but then a tiny seed that had been planted in her young belly that night began to grow. She told her parents that she hated Robert, although that wasn't quite really true, but they made her marry him, anyway. From that time on she cringed from his touch and allowed him to make love to her only when she couldn't get out of it gracefully. Strangely also with their marriage, he had become quite different from the man who had raped her in the front seat of the car that night. He was never demanding of her, perhaps out of guilt, and execpt for his more and more frequent drinking, Susan considered her relation ship normal. It was only when he drank heavily that he would force her to submit to him, and Susan allowed it in the manner of a faithful wife, without wanting any pleasure for herself.
The traffic was still heavy in spite of the fact that they were still well south of Los Angeles, but Susan was still wrapped in her thoughts. She knew that young Bill had been the primary reason she and Robert had remained married, and watching him become a young man had been her sole pleasure in life. Sometimes she could feel the same strange fascination with Bill's body as she felt about Robert so many years ago, and she just couldn't help but feel the terrible anguish of sensual desire that she had once experienced with Robert. She would become revulsed with herself, and fight the weakening flesh of her own body. She would shudder at her own thoughts, and then force them out of her mind. But they always remained tucked away in some dark corner to come out, and haunt her again and again. That was the main reason she felt she owed Robert something, even though the marriage had occurred under circumstances other than ordinary. She felt the need to keep everything distorted into her own perspective of life, and it was a drain on Robert. He had worked hard before getting a part of his insurance business, and he had taken good care of Susan and Bill. Yet she denied him the one basic thing in a marriage that caused pain to both him and her- self. Her attention was slightly misdirected, and she knew that she owed Robert something that she could never quite put her finger on. In seventeen years, she hadn't been able to distinguish between sexual love and parental attention.
"We'll be out of the country in another hour and a half!" Robert said, without taking his eyes from the road. He was maneuvering the big car as though it was a roadster, his concentration completely directed to making his schedule.
The words brought back the excitement that Susan had felt earlier, and she let her thoughts return to her subconscious mind. She was going to be in Mexico soon, the foreign land of adobes and pinatas, chili peppers and all the exotic foods of another land.
"I'm really glad that we decided to go to Mexico on this vacation, Robert. I feel so excited about being in a different country ... not understanding the language! Do you know what I mean?" Susan was talking so swiftly that it was hard to understand where one sentence began and the other ended. Robert had to laugh at how foreign her English sounded at that moment, and he was convinced for the first time that. she was really happy about going to Mexico. It had been a long time since he was there, too long, and of course, he had been there in his youth under totally different circumstances. Then he was single, and what he had gone to see would have to be ignored on a trip with one's wife. Yet in the back of his mind, he felt like things might not be so different, after all. It was entirely possible that he would find old Mexico very much the same, and it was equally possible that he might have the same old experiences.
Chapter 2
Although it was warmer after crossing the border, and the roads were bumpy and dusty, Susan was actually impressed when Robert pulled the car up in front of the Rosarita Beach Hotel. It was old and mammoth and grand, the adobe Spanish style seeming comfortable just to look at. Looking at the map, Susan guessed that they were still several miles from Ensenada.
"This place is lovely, Robert! Are we going to stay here, or are you still planning to go on to Ensenada?" she asked before getting out of the car.
"Used to call this area a part of Ensenada, I guess. This is where I intended to stay. Don't you like it?" Robert was surprised at how closely Susan was watching the map, and he laughted to himself about her extreme curiosity.
"Can't say until I've tried it .... It looks magnificent!" She knew that Robert was being facetious when he asked the question about the place, and she, too, had to laugh. It was already turning into more fun than she had expected on such a trip, and for the moment she was really happy to be with him.
Susan was surprised that the man behind the desk in the lobby was expecting them, as Robert hadn't told her he had made a reservation. When she asked him about it, he shrugged and said he'd saved it as a surprise, then went on to give the entire history of the old hotel from the time he had first seen it. It had been a casino at one time, a playground for the rich of Southern California society, and although the gambling was no longer there, it still was maintained in the grand old style. Susan saw what he meant when she saw the small hacienda they were to stay at, as the entire place was done in elegant old Spanish tile. It was extremely cool, even though there was no air conditioning, and for that she was glad. The furniture was old, but it was heavily built, obviously expensive in its time.
"It's just beautiful, Robert. Just beautiful!" she announced as soon as the bellhop had departed with his tip. Susan wanted to immediately change out of her traveling clothes, and she picked up one of her suitcases, putting it on the bed so she could open it. "I've got to change out of this dress. Are you starved?"
"We should have stopped for lunch, I know, but the restaurant here is so good that you are really better off having a big appetite!" Robert was anxious to get up to the main building and look around, so he decided to keep his same clothes on. "Keep in mind that you don't have to be formal here, Susan. I'm going up to the main building to make a reservation for dinner. I'll meet you in the bar overlooking the ocean, as soon as you've changed clothes."
"Okay, I'll only be a few minutes ... . I'm starving too!" Susan laughed as Robert rubbed his stomach symbolically on his way out the door. She was really happy with the place, and she made her mind up to get a good look at the beach area on her way up to the main building. She was also sure she had seen a swimming pool, and she made a mental note to check it out while she pulled of her dress. She had her outfit for the evening all picked out, a summer-type dress that she felt was a little too short and risque, but then after all, she was on vacation in Mexico.
Standing in her bra and panties, Susan caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror on the wall, and she studied her body for a minute. When her eyes fell on her panties, she noticed that there was a slightly damp spot beneath her vagina, and she turned away, knowing full well that it was there because she'd been thinking about her rape. As was her usual practice when discovering such things about herself, Susan ,just ignored it, and she busied herself with putting on the fresh dress.
More than a half an hour had passed when she was finally ready to walk up to the bar that Robert had mentioned, and Susan had to skip taking a leisure look at the beach and pool so as not to keep him waiting. When she walked into the lobby, she spotted in English a sign that directed her to the bar, and when she got there, she had difficulty in finding Robert. She was almost going to go down to the desk to have him paged, when she saw him sitting at a table by a window. She hadn't recognized him at first because of the Spanish-looking gentleman sitting across from him, and she was wondering who the stranger might be as she approached. Robert didn't see her until she was next to the table, and she heard him talking to the man in halting Spanish. Seeing Susan, he stopped abruptly and jumped up.
"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think you were lost, Susan." Robert spoke with a slight slur in his voice, and Susan knew immediately that he had been drinking quite a lot since she had seen him.
"I'm sorry, Robert. Just got preoccupied with changing." Susan looked at the stranger who had stood when she came up, and he was smiling broadly at her.
"Excuse me, darling!" Robert said. "This is Manuel Campos ... Signor Campos .... Robert spoke again in his rusty Spanish, introducing Susan to the man. "I'm sorry dear, but Mr. Campos doesn't speak English. I've just been trying out my Spanish while waiting for you.
Hope you don't mind." Robert moved a chair for her, and she sat at the table. "What will you have to drink? I'll recommend a Marguerita ... the barkeep here makes an exceptional one."
"So I see," Susan said coolly. She was angry with having found Robert slightly inebriated, and she wanted to let him know in no uncertain terms. It seemed to go beyond him however, and he just smiled at her while waving at the waiter. He ordered three more drinks, and then started talking with Mr. Campos again. He was so engrossed in the conversation that Susan couldn't understand that she felt totally neglected. It added to her anger, and when the drinks were brought to the table, Susan took hers and practically gulped it down in one drink. For a moment she forgot about her anger, as she realized that Robert had been right about the drink. It was good, and instead of spoiling her appetite, it seemed to heighten her yearning for food.
"This drink is good, Robert!" Susan announced, and she realized she was interrupting his conversation with the Mexican, so she nodded an apology to the stranger. He smiled back at her, and she felt that he was undoubtedly one of the sharp operators of the area. He just looked that way to her, a sort of spit-and-polish man who exuded a sinister knowledge.
"Thank you, dear. I thought you'd like it," Robert said, and he looked astonished at seeing her nearly-empty glass. "I'll order you another, then we can go to dinner," he added, waving his arm for the waiter again.
Susan sat quietly, fuming as Robert went back to his conversation with the stranger. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but his Spanish seemed good enough to keep the conversation going. The man was smiling and nodding as Robert spoke animatedly about something that Susan guessed was out of his past in Mexico. She was beginning to think the conversation would never end when she finished her second drink. She was sure she was left sitting outside the conversation for a full fifteen minutes, and as time passed, she got more and more angry with Robert. After what seemed an eternity, the man suddenly got up from the table, and bowing sharply at Susan, he said something in Spanish and departed.
"Well, at least I can be understood, but I had a hard time catching everything Mr. Campos said." Robert was acting like nothing had happened, and Susan couldn't keep from commenting on what she considered an insult to her.
"Robert, I've never been so humiliated. You made me feel like a complete fool, while you babbled on with that man. It was very impolite!" She was angry and she wanted to be sure that Robert saw it. He acted surprised and hurt by her statement.
"Darling! I'm terribly sorry. It was stupid of me. I guess I just got carried away ... it's been so long since I've had an opportunity to speak Spanish." He could see that he had succeeded in softening his wife's anger with his gentlemanly front, and he had a hard time keeping from laughing. At that moment he decided to take Susan to the place Manuel Campos had talked about, and he figured it was just what the overly dignified little bitch needed right then.
"All right, Robert. But I hope you won't do that again. Please try to think about me the next time you want to try your Spanish." Susan couldn't really stay mad at him, as she was too anxious to have a good time on her vacation. Mexico was just too exciting to be spoiled by a silly quarrel.
"Mr. Campos was telling me about a place near here. He didn't go into much detail about it ... or if he did I didn't understand him .... Anyway, he recommended it highly. Apparently, he has been around here for some time, and I suspect he has some interest in this club. We should go and see the place as soon as we've had a leisurely dinner. What do you say?" Robert was acting the perfect husband, and the liquor he had consumed made him feel more like his old self than he had for a long time. He wanted more than anything at that moment to get Susan to the special nightclub ... because maybe, just maybe, it might make her spread those long lithe legs wider for him than she had ever done before.
"I'm just dying to try out that food you talked about. Can we decide about the nightclub after dinner?" Susan said. She was feeling the effects of the two drinks she had, and she was concerned about going out right away, being afraid that she might feel too tired after dinner, so she hoped that Robert wouldn't insist about a visit to the place. She wasn't anxious to see Mr. Campos again, as something about him disturbed her.
"Yes, fine. We'll go eat, and then see how we feel about going out." Robert knew that he could get her to go along after dinner, and he didn't want to press the issue right then. After dinner would be soon enough.
Susan was completely overwhelmed with the meal, and for food that she had fully expected to be heavy, it was amazingly light. It wasn't at all like the "Spanish" meals she'd had in California, and when the meal was over, she felt lighthearted and happy. Robert had ordered an after-dinner drink for each of them, and it wasn't until they were drinking them that he brought up the nightclub again. By that time, Susan had completely forgotten her earlier anger, and the idea did sound exciting and romantic. She readily agreed that they should be adventuresome, as after all, it wasn't every day that one went to a foreign country!
By the time they were in the car heading for the place, Robert was feigning total ignorance about the club. "He didn't really tell me very much," he said to Susan. "All I got anyway was that it was the best nightclub around." Robert knew perfectly well what the club was, but he didn't dare let on to his wife or she would refuse to go at all.
"I hope it's not just a copy of a nightclub we have back at home. That would be disappointing," Susan said as she smoothed down her dress. She had wanted to change after dinner into something more dressy, but Robert had insisted she looked just fine as she was.
"No, I think this place is more for locals. That was the impression I got from Mr. Campos. At any rate, I doubt if it would be disappointing. It's been a long time since we went out to a club." Robert added the last part of his statement in an effort to make Susan really think he was doing it strictly for her. He had reached a point in their marriage that he would no longer put up with her provincial attitude, and before the trip was agreed upon, Robert had been seriously thinking about divorcing her. He was tired of putting up a front for her benefit, and he felt he was getting too old to have to be chasing around to get the action he required on the side. He already made up his mind that the trip would be a deciding factor in their relationship. It was his one last attempt to get his wife to lose that ever-present, "holier than thou," attitude and get a little whizz in her pussy, and if it failed he would file for divorce when they returned to California. Robert figured that Bill was old enough now to under- stand, and he was convinced that he had to take action before both he and Susan were too old to do anything else. Taking her to this nightclub was a risk, but he figured that it might be just the shock she needed to set her straight sexually.
Following the exact directions from Campos, Robert found no difficulty in locating the place. It was small, and didn't look at all like the usual nightclub from the outside. There was a small sign in Spanish on a brass plate by the doorway and otherwise there was nothing to indicate that the place was anything other than an ordinary building. Robert moved ahead of Susan to hold the door open for her, but when he first pulled on it, he felt it locked. Then, almost as if his touch had signalled someone inside, the door opened, and a thin dark man held it wide while they went in. He said something in Spanish to Robert, and Robert nodded in response. Susan was still sharp enough to hear the thin man mention their name, so she guessed that Mr. Campos had told the man to expect them.
They were led to another door, and Susan was surprised by the size of the darkly lighted room beyond. From the inside, it seemed much larger than the building had appeared when they first drove up. She wondered if they were somehow below the street level, but she didn't notice going down any stairs or incline. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark ness, but after she and Robert had been seated at a table, she saw there were several people seated throughout the room. They were mostly couples, but there were a few parties of more than two persons. She was about to comment to Robert about it when a man came to the table and asked in English what they would have.
"Champagne, por favor!" Robert said, and Susan was pleasantly surprised at the order. He was really in a celebrating mood, she guessed, and she completely forgot what she was going to say about the crowd of people. She instead turned her attention to the location of their table, and she realized after a moment that they were practically next to a small stage. It was so dark that she almost missed seeing it, and she noticed that it was only a couple of feet higher than the floor the table was on. All the other tables in the room were on tiers toward the back.
"Mr. Campos must have more influence than we thought, Robert ... this is one of the best tables in the place, and there were several people here before us," Susan said.
"Ringside seats! You're right," Robert said, acting surprised at the proximity of the stage.
Susan felt very important, and she was proud that Robert spoke Spanish well enough to have impressed Mr. Campos into holding a good table for them. Susan looked at the stage, trying to discern what was on it, and she thought she saw a bed before she was distracted by another couple being seated at the table next to them. The couple was obviously American, a rather striking young girl accompanied by a tall man with a Texas accent, and they sat down at the only other table next to the stage. The next level above their table had six tables in a semi-circle around them, and with each successive level, there appeared to be more tables. The waiter returned with a large ice-bucket, and he expertly rolled the bottle of champagne in the ice before pouring out a sample in Robert's chilled glass. Robert nodded his O.K., then the waiter filled Susan's glass with the bubbly liquid.
"To our vacation!"
"What? I'm sorry ... to our vacation!" Susan clicked her full glass against her husband's in response to his toast, and she reddened slightly at having been so distracted. She was trying to listen in on the conversation of the couple at the next table, and she was sure she'd heard the man say something that she knew she misunderstood. It sounded like he said "fucking" to the girl with him, and Susan scolded herself for having such lewd thoughts.
"Robert, do you have any idea what kind of show they have here?" Susan asked innocently. She was a little embarrassed at having been snooping on the other couple and she wanted to pay full attention to Robert.
"Haven't the faintest. If I understand Mr. Campos correctly, I believe he said it was `different.' I can't tell you any more than that," Robert lied. He knew exactly what the show was about, but he knew that he would have to be as surprised as Susan was surely going to be, if he was going to carry out his plans.
"I'd rather it be different than ordinary," Susan said laughingly, and she lifted her glass, taking a long, slow sip. The champagne was delicious, and in short order, Robert was having to fill her glass again. He told her a story about having ridden a horse from Rosarita to Ensenada and all the way back in the same day while they waited for the show to begin, but Susan only half-listened as she wanted to watch the people that continued coming into the room. When she had first arrived, she had felt that the room was nearly full, but more and more people kept coming. She wondered how they were all able to sit down, yet when she looked around, the place looked no more crowded than it had earlier. She guessed it was the way it was designed, as each and every table seemed in many ways to be completely private, even though she could see people sitting at most of the places.
Susan was starting her fourth glass of champagne when the lights in the place dimmed even lower than they already had been. "I guess the show is going to start at last," she said quietly to Robert.
Robert looked at Susan, and he was pleased to see that the champagne was beginning to affect her. "Yes, I guess it is," he replied, and as he spoke the lights on the stage came on. Rob ert shifted his chair around to be next to Susan, and also so he could get a better look at the action about to take place on the stage.
At first Susan thought the "show" was going to be a play, as the stage was outfitted like a bedroom in an ordinary house. Just a few feet away from where they sat was an old-fashioned brass bed, turned at a slight angle to face them. To one side was an end table, and toward the back of the set was a large chest of drawers. Next to it was a doorway, and it was closed. Nothing happened for several moments, and Susan was beginning to wonder why, when some light, rhythmic music began to play. At almost the same moment, the door to the back of the stage opened, and a beautiful young girl walked onto the stage. She was fully dressed, and Susan guessed her to be only seventeen or eighteen. She had dark hair, but her features were quite light and appealing.
"Is she Spanish, Robert?" Susan asked, leaning close to her husband so as to not disturb anyone nearby.
"Castilian, I think!"
"What's she going to do?"
"Hell, I think she's just an ordinary stripper!" Robert answered, but he knew better.
Susan felt a wave of sudden doubt as his words reached her. She had never watched a strip show before, and the idea was somehow repulsive to her. Yet, the drinks she had had just enough of a dulling effect that she sud denly felt very curious about the whole process. It would be kind of wicked fun to watch a burlesque show, she thought, and she sat back in her seat to make herself comfortable. She knew that there were many strip shows in the border towns between the United States and Mexico, and she wondered what would be so different about this one. She began to think that Mr. Campos had just made that statement to Robert in order to get him to patronize the place. She felt a little bit disappointed, yet at the same time, she was anxious to see her first strip show!
The girl walked around the bedroom set as though she had just come home from work, and she wasn't moving in time to the music like most strippers. Instead, she just began to remove her clothes like any girl her age might do, and the only thing that made her different was the fantastic shape of her sensual young body. Her dark hair was silky and long, tied back in a ponytail style, and as she removed her dress, she had to swing the long strand of hair out of the way. There was something about the way she moved that gave her the appearance of feline sensuality, and she was almost purring as her dress came off over her head. Her undergarments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that her breasts were round and full. Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation within, and then she reached behind her back to unfasten the lacy bra. It fell away from her luscious body like it was propelled by breasts strapped in too tightly, and the white smooth skin of her firm, full breasts shone dizzyingly in the bright stage lights. They were as magnificent as any imagination would have them, and after setting her bra down on the chest of drawers, she rubbed her palms over the tips of the tiny brown nipples, in such a way as to instantly make them rise into hardness.
Susan giggled nervously as she watched the young girl on the stage. It surprised her to see the girl act so innocent of the audience that was but a few feet away, and when the girl took her bra off in such a casual manner, Susan felt her heart leap into her throat. She was so close to the girl that she felt she could reach out and touch her, and if that was true for her, then it was also true for the Texan sitting at the table next to her. She felt embarrassed to be watching the same thing as an absolutely strange man watched but inches from where she was. It was indecent, and Susan felt naked and exposed, herself. The rest of the room was in near or total darkness, but hers and Robert's table was bathed in light from the stage. She didn't think she could get up and walk out of the nightclub, even though she wanted to. It would just be too embarrassing, and she was sure that all of the eyes in the audience would be on her, instead of on the girl onstage.
Leaning close to Robert, Susan whispered quietly in his ear, "Is this the way all strippers work?"
Robert knew there was no point in telling Susan another lie, so he decided to tell her straightaway that he was confused by it. He reasoned that statement would only be half of a lie. "I've never seen one like this before now. I don't know what she's doing."
The girl was walking around with her breasts pointing straight out, naked for all to see, and what made Susan even more nervous was the fact that all the girl had left were thin black stockings held up by a garter belt around her slim waist. Susan was glad the girl at least still had black panties on which she seemed to be leaving alone, but the total picture the girl presented seemed very indecent to Susan.
Shifting her position in the chair, Susan picked up her glass of champagne and nervously drained it. Robotlike, Robert automatically refilled her glass, and she was about to pick it up when she was startled by a sudden sound from the stage. Looking up, Susan gasped aloud at the sight of a dark, tall man who charged onto the stage. He was carrying a satchel which he held up threateningly at the girl, who was screaming.
"My God, Robert! Is that real?" Susan asked aloud, but her voice was partly drowned out by the girl's shouts from the stage.
"No, no! It's part of the show, I'm sure!"
Susan held her glass tightly as she watched the man struggle with the girl. He overpowered her easily, and holding her arms behind her naked back, he held her as he took some short lengths of rope from his satchel. Everything seemed to happen at lightning speed, and the next thing Susan saw, the girl was bent over the brass rail of the foot of the bed, and the man was tightening her wrists with pieces of rope. With quick movements, the man tied the other ends of the ropes on the brass stead at the head end of the bed, and the girl's arms were held squarely, her belly pressing against the rail at the foot of the bed. The man was around behind her in a flash, and he rapidly tied the girl's ankles wide apart, each fastened to the rear legs of the bed. Susan was completely awed by the sight before her. The girl was like a prisoner of her bed, her beautiful young body held tightly against the metal pipe, and was bent forward over the mattress so that her full jutting breasts pointed straight down at the mattress. Her arms were pulled parallel with the bed, and she was bent over as though her buttocks were a target. With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked highly vulnerable to anything the man might do, and Susan found that she was shaking with anticipated fear of what the man had in mind for the girl. All sorts of images flashed through Susan's brain, and she drank a large full gulp of her champagne in an effort to appear calm.
The girl was whimpering realistically, as if she was actually frightened of the man on the stage with her, so Susan had to lean very close to Robert to be heard. "Robert! What's the man doing to that girl?" she asked nervously.
"Don't worry, Susan. I'm sure it's just part of an act they've devised. He won't really hurt her!" Robert knew exactly what was going on, and he was enjoying the effect it was having on Susan. He hoped that it would make her understand those certain elements of life that were absent from their own relationship, even though the show they were watching was more bizarre than their relationship might ever become. He winked at Susan as a form of reassurance, then he turned his attention back to the stage. The sight of the girl bent over the bed was making his cock jerk with excitement.
Susan was still concerned, in spite of Robert's reassurance, and she twisted nervously in the chair while the bizarre sights in front of her continued. The man was grinning lewdly at the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for mercy. It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipated act. Susan wanted to scream with fear for the girl's safety as the man suddenly grabbed her panties, and with one very vicious tug, pulled the filmy material from her body.
"Please! Don't!" the girl pleaded in English, and the entire audience seemed to respond to the discovery that the girl wasn't Spanish. There wasn't even a hint of an accent from the girl's realistic plea for help, and Susan was convinced that the act was not a fake. The girl was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as a result of her struggle. The twin, moon-shaped globes were round and shapely, standing out clearly in the frame of her black stockings and garter belt. The torn threads of her panties fell to the floor, where the man stood behind the girl, and he pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making her yelp in pain. He laughed at her swift response, then shoving his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to suddenly bury his fingers in the dark tangle of her curly pubic hair.
"My God, Robert! What is he doing?" Susan felt her heart pounding at a mile a minute, as she realized that she might be witnessing the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed. She wanted to get up and walk out of the horrible nightclub! Run out, in fact, but at the same time, Susan was sure that everyone in the place was just waiting for her to get up and leave. She was trapped by her own shame and fear, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The man on the stage was wearing black tight pants and a black shirt left open at the collar, but it wasn't his dress that gave him the sinister appearance. He had an obvious scar on his right cheek, a wide red slash that could only have come from a knife fight. His eyes flashed with rapid glances at the exposed parts of the helpless girl, and his mouth was curled up at the corners in a vicious sneer. He seemed oblivious to the girl's screams as he dug his fingers in her naked pussy, as if trying to determine if the girl was really ready for him. Turning suddenly, he moved quickly toward the black satchel he had carried on stage with him, and when he pulled his right hand from inside it, he held a small, black whip. In spite of its small size, the whip looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making a loud crack with the tiny leather tip of it.
Susan practically jumped out of her chair at the sound of the cracking whip, and her heart was beating so fast, she could feel it in her throat. The man was going to beat the girl! It was all too apparent! She sat absolutely still as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was painful for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with obvious terror.
"No! Please don't! Help me! help me!" she sobbed, but her plea was interrupted with the whip coming down across her naked buttocks. "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh!" Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the blow, the girl's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to pull herself free from the restraining bonds. She was securely tied, and there was no escape for her. The man raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before.
"Aaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh! Nnnnnnooooooo!" Thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Susan felt like getting sick for a moment, and she could feel the pain vicariously as the man again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the nightclub, and the patrons seemed to remain so very quiet that no breathing was heard. Another red welt appeared on the white cheeks of her sensuous buttocks, but her cries for mercy had turned to helpless, incoherent whimperings.
"Robert, please! I can't watch this horrible act!" Susan said in short, gasping breaths. She was holding his hand so tightly that Robert had to pull it away for fear of pain.
"It's just an act! Don't let it upset you so much!" he said harshly. He knew it was no act, but he didn't want to leave then, even if Susan did get the courage to walk out of the place. "The girl has a protective skin-colored covering on her," he added, to compound his lie.
Susan was so terrified of what she was witnessing that she wanted to believe anything Robert might be telling her, even though from their vantage point, she could tell it wasn't true. She made a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of the man's act from her mind, but the subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings from hell. Then, as though she had been imagining all that preceded, Susan was shocked by the sudden change in the girl's voice. It was as though the girl was actually enjoying the painful whipping from the man in black, and tiny drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's open thighs.
The girls buttocks were but a few feet from where Susan was seated, and she could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy. It was lubricating fluid from her vagina! Susan couldn't believe it, but there was no denying what she could see with her own eyes. The girl's whimpering had changed to moans of real pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if to entice the man to strike her again and again. Susan drank down all the remaining champagne in her glass as she felt a strange growing sensation in her own loins. Something about the bizarre actions of the girl and man onstage made her nerves tin gle with the same excitement she had felt as a young girl in the back seat of a boy's car. It was almost as if she was being touched between her inner thighs, and she realized that there was moisture on the soft lips of her own cunt. She tried to close her mind to the realization of her excitement, but she couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that seemed to grow with each passing moment. In spite of the terrible shame she felt for having become excited by the lewd scene on the stage, Susan couldn't resist the desire to press her vagina down against the cushion of her own chair. Although the man onstage was still half-turned away from her line of sight, Susan couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in the crotch of his tight black pants.
"Ooooohhhh! Uuuugggghhhh!" she moaned, and then the girl raised her red, striped buttocks up for another blow from the man's whip. The man was looking at her with a lusting glazed expression of lewd vulgarity, and he came down hard with the whip, releasing the whole thing so that it flew across the stage, to land on the floor. Susan followed the whip with her eyes, and when she returned her gaze to the man, she felt a new excitement, seeing him loosening the belt holding up his pants.
"Hurry! Hurry! I want it right now!" the girl shouted out at the man behind her. He pulled his shirt off over his head without loosening the buttons, and then he dug his fingers into the top of his pants. Susan watched in a mixed state of fear and excitement as he pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing any undergarments, and as the black material cleared his hips, a rigid column of flesh sprang suddenly straight out from the dark tangle of his exposed pubic hair. His gigantic penis was throbbing red in the bright stage lighting, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked large enough to split the small girl in two. The giant head was throbbing, and Susan could see tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated slit at the end. The blood-filled veins lining the length of the huge column seemed to grow with pumping liquid as the man kicked his pants clear of his feet. He stood behind the girl, his naked body appearing white next to the black stockings which covered the girl's legs. He held his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust hardened penis was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass cheeks. He stroked his cock for a short moment, standing in such a way that the girl had a hard time looking back at him.
"They're insane!" Susan thought, and she tried to imagine what such people would be like when not performing onstage. She looked at her husband for some sign of understanding for her feelings, but he was completely engrossed in what he was witnessing.
"Fuck her in the ass!"
Susan was shocked by the words she heard, and in spite of her revulsion, she turned to see who had spoken them. She was surprised to see that the Texas man at the table next to theirs was shouting at the man on he stage, and the girl at the table with the Texan seemed to be in complete agreement. They were both holding on to each other as if they were the only people in the whole place, and Susan thought for an instant that the Texas man was going to fondle his girl friend right there in front of everyone, too.
Susan turned back toward the stage, afraid that the man at the table next to her would notice that she was staring. What she saw was the girl's naked buttocks spread wide so that her anus was completely visible to the audience. The elasticlike ring of flesh seemed to pucker out and in, a brownish-pink little hole just waiting to be filled. It didn't seem possible! Susan was stunned by the idea of the man putting his giant cock into the girl's tiny, virginal anus, and she was even more repulsed by just the thought of such an immoral act. It was vile and dirty, an action that no human in his own right mind would ever perform! But the man on stage bent forward, his face close to the tiny throbbing mouth, and he let a large drop of spittle fall from his lips to land on the puckered little mouth.
"Yes, yes! Fuck my ass!" The girl groaned, her words surprising Susan even more than from the Texan, as she had been sure that the girl would cry out against such a rape, rather than welcome such a thing. Yet, the girl did seem to welcome it, even wanted it, and she was quickly squirming her buttocks backward toward the man as an added emphasis to her wishes.
"Uuuuuggggghhh! Yyyyesssssssss!" The girl grunted as the man worked his middle finger into the tight, visibly sucking passage of her rectum. His finger sunk all the way up to his palm as he wormed it into the tight, clinging tunnel, and she screamed from rising pleasure rather than from pain.
Susan felt a tiny pulsing sensation in her own anus as her imagination, in spite of her revulsion of the thought, transformed an idea of what she thought it would be like to have a man's finger working around up in her own anus. She watched with awed wonder as the man teased his finger in and out of the rhythmically sucking flesh, and the girl wriggled her naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand making deep moaning sounds of pleasure. At the same time, the man held his erect penis with his other hand, stroking it with the motions of his finger working in her gradually expanding anal passage.
The entire room was completely silent except for periodic sounds of heavy breathing, and Susan was frozen to the chair as she couldn't take her eyes from the lusting couple perform ing just a few feet in front of her. The couple at the other table were close to one another, as if they had all the privacy in the world, and Susan kept her eyes away from them out of fear of seeing something she might regret. The action of the man and girl on the stage was bad enough! She didn't like being subjected to witnessing the horrible act, but Susan didn't blame Robert in the least. She really believed that her husband had been completely unaware of what was to take place.
The man pulled his finger from the girl's anus with a quick jerking movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage, and Susan couldn't help noticing that his cock had grown to tremendous size. The purple head seemed to visibly throb with his excitement, and he cruelly dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks cheeks, pulling them wide apart in preparation for the greater entry to come. He shoved his hips forward until the great bulbous head was in contact with the tight, quivering little anus. The girl still continued to wriggle her buttocks back as best she could within the limits of her restraining bonds. She was completely vulnerable to the man's assault, yet she acted like she wanted his cock inside her rectum. It was hard for Susan to imagine such wanton lust as to want to be taken from behind that way, but that was precisely what she was seeing. The thick head of the man's blood-filled cock was pushing hard against the tiny brown-pink hole, and the elastic flesh was mechanically resisting the entry of the huge male column. Susan felt sweat forming on her brow as she thought about the pain the girl must be feeling in her backside, but then like a magical door had been opened, the man's great penis popped up inside the girl's anus.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" The girl screamed with terrifying agony as her anus was stretched to the hugest proportions of the man's penis. Susan thought the head of his cock was like a pole wrapped with a tight rubber band, the girl's anus stretched and white from the unnatural entry. The man seemed totally unconcerned by the girl's screamed cries, as he suddenly thrust forward with his hips, driving his lust-swollen cock an inch more into the girl's rectum.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhh!" The girl's scream was different somehow, but it served to drown out the loud gasp Susan made from her fear. She could see the girl's legs trying to pull away from the ropes that held her ankles wide apart, and Susan knew that she was trying desperately to stop the further entry of the huge penis. But, the girl was helpless, and her firm young buttocks stuck out like a prize catch in her bent-over position, and the man was gladly using it for all it was worth. He thrust hard forward again, his cock going half its length inside the girl's rear passage, and when she could only sob from the pain, he drove his cock with tremendous force the remaining distance. Like a sharply pointed skewer being stabbed into a lamb for roasting, the girl's anus was pierced by the man's huge column of flesh. His groin smashed into her buttocks cheeks with a loud slapping sound that echoed around the room, and the girl's groin was lost in the noise of the naked collision. They were locked together in the lewd, unnatural coupling, and Susan just stayed frozen to her seat, sure that the girl had fainted from the terrible pain. But, she was wrong, as suddenly the girl's buttocks began to grind in the slow rolling motions as if she was trying to reach back with it and grasp even the tangled pubic hair from his groin inside her open loins.
"My God! She likes it!" Susan thought, and she watched as the man began withdrawing his thick cock from the depths of the girl's widestretched rectum. The fleshy column seemed to be even longer as it came slowly out until just the head remained inside, and the ring of warm pink flesh around her anus seemed to fold out with the large cock. Holding his cock in that same position for a moment as if waiting for everyone in the audience to get a good look, the man then thrust forward, driving his cock again into the seething depths of her rectum. Susan was nearly pulled out of her chair as she watched the girl's anus fold inward with the long thrust of his cock, and the girl let out a groan of pleasure as her rectum was filled with the giant object. She was stunned by the apparent joy the girl was experiencing, and Susan couldn't keep her mind from the burning sensation she was feeling down between her own legs. She felt the dampness between her thighs becoming greater and greater, and she was afraid that it would show on her dress if she stood up. She didn't want to have any sexual response to the horrible act she was witnessing, but she couldn't help it. The lewd and vile actions in front of her were making her vagina wet with lubricating fluid, even though she didn't want to get excited, herself. As the man onstage began to fuck gleefully in and out of the girl's impossibly stretched asshole, Susan could feel the tip of her own hardened clitoris as she ground her loins into the chair cushion. It sent flashing electric sensations running through her body, making all the nerves twitch with excitement.
"Uugghh! Yyeessss! Fuck my ass goooddd!" the girl moaned as the man drove his cock in and out of her burning rubbery passage with longer and harder thrusts. She was rolling her buttocks in an undulating rhythm to match his driving cock, and the fluid from her vagina was pouring in such amounts as to run free down her inner thighs. She was like a wild animal as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the man's sperm-heavy balls.
Susan looked over at Robert for an instant, and what she saw disgusted her. He was smiling broadly, his excitement at seeing the young helpless girl debased and raped obvious, and it made Susan angry with him for allowing himself to be caught up in the vile act. She didn't consider that she, too, had been engrossed in the actions of the couple onstage, and she wasn't even conscious of her own grinding motions against the cushion of her chair.
The man onstage was fucking in and out of the girl's anus with ever-increasing tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. The girl was screwing back her buttocks as best she could within the limits of her bonds, and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging loosely about her head, swaying as she twisted her head back and forth in opposite time to the fucking of her rectum. Her large breasts danced beneath her chest like jelly as the man buffeted her anus with harder and harder strokes, and the force of his attack seemed to carry through her body to the top of her head. She was so close to an orgasm, that Susan thought the girl was going insane, but Susan had no idea how long the scene had been going on, or for that matter, what was happening. She instead had become transfixed by the swaying motion of the man's balls as he rocked back and forth, skewering the girl's wide-stretched anus with his cock. The hair-covered sac seemed to be filled with two lead weights, and when he drove his cock deep inside the girl's hot rectum, the twin balls would swing forward up between the girl's inner thighs to hit the hair-covered mound of her open cunt. Susan was sure that the girl wanted to have her fingers in her pussy, as she was struggling with the ropes tying her wrists to the front of the bed, and Susan also felt the urge to have her own fingers in her own cunt to relieve the growing sensations there. Yet, she knew that she was unable to do anything about her desires at that moment, and anyway, sex was a vile and dirty act to be avoided at all costs!
"Ooohh! Oooohhhh! Uuuugggghhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it! I ... I'm cccccuuuummmiiinnggg!" The girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the ropes that held her to the bed as she screamed out the gigantic beginnings of her climax. Susan was almost certain she could see the girl's pussy sucking at air as great amounts of gushing fluid poured from the pink opening to her womb. The man almost instantly shoved his cock deeper up inside her rectum, his groin pressing so hard against the girl's buttocks that he flattened them. She continued screaming and jerking in her bent-over position, begging the man to pump her rectum full of cum.
The man did as she wished. With a low groan, he held her hips tightly in his hands as his cock released the stored-up sperm from his balls, and it began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside the girl's rectum.
"Ooooohh! Oooohhhhh! Ffffuucccckkk itttt!" she screamed, her face wildly contorted with passion.
The whole bizarre scene had become so intense that everyone in the nightclub seemed to sigh all together as the man finally jerked his hips forward and with a deep-throated groan pumped his cum into the young girl's widely expanded anus. Their obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as his cum filled her rectum, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his giant cock. Each hot blast was spilled out by a loud cry of pleasure from the girl, and it seemed like the man was never going to run dry. His ass checks flexed and unflexed in emphasis to his exploding penis deep within her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back as he strained for the exquisite pleasure of his orgasm.
Susan felt as though she might have some unknown eruption in her own womb, as her own body was tremendously excited by the whole act before her. She knew she had to be repulsed by it all, but at the same time, she couldn't control the explosive excitement she was feeling in her cunt. She almost wished she was the girl tied on the bed, with the man's cock fucking into her back passage, instead of that of the girl. She realized that there had to be something to the tremendous pleasure the girl was quite obviously having, something that Susan had never experienced before in her whole life.
The man finally finished his orgasm, and as if in grand finale, he straightened up and pulled his still-hardened cock from the depths of the girl's rectum. It came out so fast, the obscene, wet sucking sound could be heard clearly, and tiny threads of white liquid clung from the tip of it to the forever-expanded hole of the girl's cum-filled anus. The girl shoved her buttocks back as far as she could in an anxious effort to have his cock still inside her, but the man kept backing away from her as a sign of his refusal to give her what she wanted. Then suddenly, he struck her hard across the buttocks with the flat of his hand, and the girl whimpered quietly, now totally subservient to the man who had just so brutally raped her helplessly bound body.
Susan was still staring directly at the man's cock when the stage lights went out. The whole room was in complete darkness for several moments, and then slowly the lighting returned to what it had been before the show had started. She was still staring at the then-empty stage, her mind whirling with thoughts about what she'd seen. It had been horrible, vile filth! She was forced to look at the unnatural rape, because she didn't have the courage to leave after she learned what it was, and worse, she had let her body react to it as if she was just like the people onstage. It was hard for Susan to com prebend what her body had done to betray her, but she was still enjoying an unfulfilled burning sensation in her womb. She knew that her vagina was soaking wet with lubricating fluid, but she was ready to walk out of the nightclub even if it showed. She was terribly afraid that she might have to witness another horrible, perverse act on the stage at any moment.
Turning to her husband, Susan started to speak, but the expression on his face froze the words on her throat. She had only seen the expression once before, and then it had been the night he raped her in the front seat of his car, the night she had become pregnant with Bill. Susan tried to put it out of her mind, as she blamed the whole incident in the nightclub only on herself. She had agreed to go along with Robert, and he knew no more about the place than she did. At least, that was what he had implied. Susan wondered for a moment if she might have been tricked by her own husband, but then she thought better, deciding that it had been the man, Campos, who was at fault.
"Robert, let's go now! Please!" Susan looked away from Robert as the glint in his eyes was just too obvious a sign of his aroused state. She picked up the bottle of champagne, and pouring out only a few drops that remained in the bottle, she set it down again and forgot about having any more.
"Wouldn't you like another glass of champagne? I don't think there will be another show for awhile, so you've nothing to worry about!" Robert said, but he was thinking about getting Susan back to the hotel as soon as possible. He was more than anxious to try her out after the experience she had just had and see if it had loosened up that ice-pit pussy of hers.
Susan shook her head "no" in response to Robert's question about champagne, but she felt sure by his expression that she did have something to worry about tonight, and that was going to be Robert.
Chapter 3
During the drive back to the hotel, Susan remained quiet, and she was wondering if she was going to have to give in to him that night. He had been drinking the champagne right along with her, and then it had made her feel a little tipsy. She guessed that Robert too was feeling the effects of the drink, and she knew that he was usually anxious to have sex in that particular state. It was the one time that he would be somewhat demanding of her, and she knew that it was only right that she give in to his demands. He was driving fast, another sign of his anxiousness, and she started thinking about the last time they had been in bed together. She couldn't exactly remember, but she did know it had been over a week ago. Just before the trip, he hadn't been overly demanding, a condition she attributed to his not drinking too much.
The gnawing sensation in her groin had not died down in the least, and Susan found herself wishing that Robert hadn't been so brutal in his initial encounter with her. She really believed that things might have worked out differently for both of them, that she might actually have learned to enjoy sex the way her body had so often given her a taste. She knew she could never take any pleasure in the depraved type of sex that she had witnessed that evening at the horrible nightclub, but she also recognized that she was denying herself a certain pleasure that had to be a part of sex. After all, that girl certainly wouldn't have acted the way she did if the man wasn't giving her some pleasure with his hardened cock! The whole thing seemed a little unbelievable to her, as it didn't seem right for a woman to take so much pleasure from a sexual encounter with a male. Especially from such a lewd and vile rape as was performed on the girl, Susan thought.
"Almost there!" Robert said to break the silence. He could see the lights of the hotel in the distance, and he knew that he was going to have to keep Susan primed for what he was going to expect her to do. "Still thinking about the nightclub act, huh?"
Susan was hesitant to admit that Robert was right in his assumption, and she hoped that he couldn't see how red her face had become. "No, I've tried to forget it, Robert. I am sorry we had to be exposed to such a depraved act."
"Was a bit surprising! Next time I'll make sure I fully understand what someone is saying when I'm speaking Spanish." Robert was glad he was able to carry off his act of innocence about the nightclub. Manuel Campos had told him all about the act, and he had arranged for the table by the stage, knowing that Susan would want to leave if she could do so without being observed. The close table had prevented that, and he made a mental note to himself to be sure to thank Campos before leaving Mexico.
"I think that Mr. Campos was trying to get us to that nightclub on purpose, but I don't quite understand why," Susan announced. She was still thinking about the scene she had witnessed, and in perspective, it made her more and more angry with Mr. Campos.
"Business, what else! He probably left out details when describing the club to me, just so he would be sure we would come over. I am sure it was just to have our business, and nothing more." Robert hoped his argument sounded convincing enough, as he didn't want Susan to discover his part in the deal at least until he had an opportunity to fuck her.
"I suppose you're right. Some people will go to any extreme to make an extra dollar." Susan watched as Robert maneuvered the car into the narrow drive leading to the hotel. He drove on past the main building, pulling up just behind the hacienda they had rented for their stay in Mexico. She wanted to figure out some way of delaying the time she would have to be alone in the room with him, but she drew a blank for ideas. Too much of what had gone on in the nightclub was filling her mind, and she couldn't think very clearly, as a result.
Getting out of the car, Susan waited for Robert to find the key to the little house, and stepped inside ahead of him when he held the door open for her. He was acting like a gentleman, and it occurred to her that she might not be subjected to his sexual advances, after all. She decided to undress without saying anything, and she hoped she would be able to get into bed and asleep before Robert had a chance to hang up his coat. She was wrong.
Robert sat down on the edge of the bed, calmly watching Susan hurriedly pull her clothes from her body. Even after all the frustrating years of their marriage, he still marvelled at the sensual quality she exuded. She was beautiful, and untouchable at least mentally, but that night he was determined to get through to her sensual side. He watched as she stripped down to her bra and panties, and he was pleased that her body was every bit as beautiful as it had been when she was seventeen. Nothing about her had really changed, and she still did have the little immature girl quality he had liked the first time he met her.
"Aren't you going to get ready for bed?" Susan asked. She was feeling nervous over having Robert watch her undress, and she was sure the dampness from her vagina was show- ing through her panties. She was too shy to continue taking off the remaining garments with Robert just sitting and staring at her.
"Yes, but I'm ready for you right now!" Robert said, and he stood up to pull off his pants.
Susan knew what Robert meant by his statement, and she was surprised that she didn't feel nervous about it anymore. In fact, it was just the opposite, as she felt a reigniting of the burning sensation in her womb. Her head was still filled with images of the man and girl on the stage, and she thought for the first time in years that she would actually like to have Robert really fuck her good. She thought it wrong to enjoy sex with him, but something different seemed to take over her mind. It was as if she had been reborn that evening as a totally new person.
"Just what do you have in mind?" she said in her sometimes-sultry voice, but she didn't move from where she stood. Robert continued undressing and he didn't answer her until he had his pants off. The lump that had been in his pants was then standing out from his groin in a full erection.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! What do you think of that?" he stated simply.
The words Robert used didn't repulse Susan like they normally would have, perhaps a carry over from the earlier experience she had, but they instead sent chilling sensations running up the length of her spine as she was reminded of the girl begging the man to fuck her in the rectum. Susan could feel a tingling in her own tiny little anus again, and she wondered if she could ever take Robert's cock back there.
"Robert, darling. You needn't talk to me like that!" Susan said as she checked her thoughts. She wondered why she had let such ideas pop into her head about Robert fucking her from behind. She shook her head to clear it of such ideas.
Her husband moved to where Susan was standing, and he took her by the slim waist and pulled her close to his naked body. His erect penis slid easily between her inner thighs as he moved, and he looked straight into her eyes.
"I said I'm going to fuck you, and that's exactly what I meant!" As he spoke, he reached behind Susan, and finding the clip of her bra, he unfastened it, then pulled the material free of her chest. Her round, full breasts stood pointing at his chest, the pink nipples hard from her excitement. "You don't look so disinterested to me!" he added, in obvious reference to her breasts.
Susan knew that she was blushing with shame for being excited at the prospect of being fucked good like Robert had said, and she turned her face away from his in an effort to hide. She could feel his hard cock rubbing between her smooth thighs, and the thick purple head seemed to be pressing into the fabric of her panties like it was going to poke a hole through. She was confused by the way her body was feeling at that moment, as she was interested in having sex, and Robert was right in his guess of her feelings. She wanted to be lewd and vile if only for that night, and she wanted to have the same pleasures that the girl at the nightclub had obviously enjoyed. Without knowing where it came from, Susan suddenly found the courage to tell him what she wanted.
"Yes, darling! I want you to fuck me good!" She wasn't sure that she had actually spoken aloud, but Susan had meant every word. Then she faced him squarely and she saw by his expression that she had said it out loud.
Robert was taken aback by her statement for only an instant, and then he opened his mouth to kiss her fully on the lips. Immediately he drove his tongue wetly in the warm cavern of her mouth, as he pulled her body against his. His cock was twitching with excitement, and he felt a mild victory over having arranged the nightclub visit. It had worked! He was going to break through that fake dignity of hers tonight if it was the last thing he ever did!
Lifting Susan up in his arms without breaking away from the kiss, he carried her over to the bed and laid her gently down on the soft mattress. His mind was filled with ideas of what to do to please her, and yet he felt that everything would just proceed naturally for the first time in their married life. Laying to one side of her slender sensual body, he reached down across her smooth belly to the elastic band at the top of her panties, and with great care, he pulled the filmy material down over her smooth rounded hips. Susan arched up slightly to make the removal of her last remaining garment easier, and she felt the warm air move across the folds of her passion-aroused pussy. She had never been so aroused, not allowing herself to recognize arousal previously, but then she felt different, leftover effect of the show upon her. Her panties caught on the edges of her toes for an instant, and she flipped her foot to throw them casually to the floor, free of all confining restriction to their lovemaking.
Running his hand up between her smooth thighs, Robert felt like he was going to lose his load of cum from the intense pressure in his balls, as he had never experienced Susan's receptiveness before. She was actually holding her legs open for his hand to fondle her pussy, and when he felt the fuzzy tips of her light curling pubic hair, the sensation made him even more excited. He wanted to look at her closely, tease her pink little vagina with his tongue, and define every inch of her hot liquid passage. She had never allowed him to do anything sexually with the exception of the standard "missionary" style position, but he thought that her current condition might just be such that he could do just about anything to her he wanted to.
Slowly breaking away from the kiss, Robert ran his tongue down to the sensitive part of her long tapering neck, and pausing there for a moment, he licked and nipped the flesh over taut muscles. Susan moaned quietly, with a humming which started from deep within her throat, and he felt the vibrations against his cheeks. He knew now that if he worked it right, he could get her to moan until she screamed for his cock, and he moved on down her body with his tongue, again pausing at the full rounded mounds of her breasts. The tiny pink nipples at the tips were hardened into erect little buds, and Robert opened his mouth wide to breathe hot air over them. Then lowering his head slowly, he took one nipple into his warm wet mouth, laying his tongue under it like a platter holding a delicious morsel. He licked furiously around the hardened bud, and then closing his mouth, sucked and pulled and chewed on it.
"Mmmmmmm! Oh, dddarlinnggg! That's gooooddddddd!" Susan moaned as she felt the warmth of his tongue licking the sensitive tip of her breast. The sensations of his teeth biting down on her nipple seemed to travel down through her body to the pit of her belly, causing the fire flaming there to burn even more brightly. It was pleasant and exhilarating to experience such sensual delights, and she resigned herself to any debasing act that she could think her husband might possibly do. But she didn't think Robert would do very much.
Susan's scent was like an aphrodisiac, and Robert was finding himself more and more excited by his wife's willingness to have him touch her. It was like he was making love to her for the first time, and that she was once again an untouched virgin goddess, ripe and ready for fucking. Nipping on her breast several times more, he then raised his head up, and with extended tongue, traced the smooth flat line of her belly, leaving a wet trail to the fuzzy beginnings of her pubic triangle.
Susan was so engrossed in the pleasures from Robert's sucking of her breast, that for an instant she was unaware of what he was doing, but suddenly she came back to her normal state, realizing that her husband was planning to continue his sucking, only it was going to be her pussy, instead. He had slithered down upon the aching slit of her vagina, and down to where his head was just between her thighs, and realizing what he was about to do made Susan recoil in sudden repugnance.
"No, Robert! You can't do that! Oh, God, No! It's awful!" Susan groaned and twisted, but Robert had taken a firm grip on her hips and held her fast.
"You'll like it!" he said with commanding authority, and Susan was so surprised by the tone of his voice that she stopped struggling. Robert was looking hungrily at the thin moist lips, edged so delicately with soft blond hair. A tiny droplet of her seeping lubricating fluid moistened its fringe, then more was visible as her vagina opened up like a blossoming flower petal covered with dew. Her clitoris stood up like a tiny pink bud of joy, and Robert slowly placed his thumbs on her opening, spreading the soft curls of pubic hair apart with deliberately slow, teasing moves. The coral colored flesh of her pussy was completely exposed to his lustful gaze.
Susan closed her eyes tightly as she moaned in shame, and she was petrified at having to give in to such a debasing act. She thought it a horrible thing to do, but at the same time, in spite of her feelings, she felt her arousal became greater. The hot air of his breath was grazing her sensitive nerves, and she drew in her own breath as she felt his head move closer to her open vagina. Suddenly, his wet tongue shot out of the mouth to probe into her quivering cunt.
Her body reacted like an automaton, convulsively jerking away from the long, hot working tongue. A groan escaped from her throat as she ground her hips down into the bed to escape the searing sensation, but the perverse assault continued upon her defenseless cunt. Her stomach churned in revulsion and she cried out an animallike wail of passion as her husband's tongue hungrily licked her inner thighs, shot up into the folds of her cuntal lips to swirl around the hardened bud of her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooohh, Godddd! Rob ... I ... Pleeeezzzeee, stop!" Susan tried to draw her legs together in a futile effort to keep the tongue from driving her insane, but his arms were strong, holding her legs wide apart as he bobbed his head into her open nakedness. His tongue was wetly covering her clitoris with hot building sensations, and his lips closed around it to draw the bud inside his mouth. With electric jolts of pleasure, Susan felt his teeth sinking into the sensitive nerve, and like a mad dog in heat, she threw her legs out wide.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh!" Susan raised her head up, her eyes streaked with shame, to watch his assault on her defenseless pussy. She was jolted by the realization that a depraved act was being performed on her, an act that she had never permitted him to do previously in her life, and she couldn't stop the vile bolts of pleasure that were permeating her entire being.
Robert slipped his hands under her buttocks to lift her loins up to his probing tongue. He squeezed the firm flesh, holding the cheeks of her buttocks while he ran the tongue around and around in the soft wet valley of her cunt. Her loins raised up to him made his face fall deeper in the moist, quivering flesh, and slowly and deliberately he ran his tongue down to the opening of her cuntal channel. The elastic tight opening seemed to flower to the touch of his tongue, and with swift sureness, he probed deep into her hot, excitedly pulsating passage.
Susan was ecstatic, her mind vaguely wondering why she had not let him do such a thing to her before. It was more than wonderful, and she had never known that it could be such a pleasure for her, nor did she know of the abandoned nature of her own body and soul!
Darting his tongue like greased lightning in and out of her cunt, Robert felt Susan give in a little to his ministrations, and he roamed with his hands around the crevice of her buttocks. Finding the crevice with his fingers, spread the cheeks apart while he continued to orally fuck her with his tongue. She had lifted her legs up so that they were partially surrounding his neck like a vise, and as he ran his tongue around the sensitive parts of her loins, he could feel her cunt pushing against his mouth with increasing intensity. She was giving in to it, he was sure, and he probed his middle finger into the parted crevice of her buttocks in search of her brown-pink anus.
Touching the puckered little hole, Susan cried out deliriously, and he wormed his finger around to probe inside.
"Ooouuu! Aaaaggghhh!" Susan was completely muddled by the sensual pleasure that streaked then through her body. It was like she was feeling the cock against her anus, just like the girl onstage had done. She wanted to scream, but when suddenly Robert's tongue flicked out and teased wetly at the tiny puckered lips, she moaned in rapture as indescribable pleasures danced through her quivering body like uncontrollable explosions.
"Oh ... Don't ... Robert ... Please don't ..." she said automatically, all the while she was pushing her thighs closer to his mouth, endeavoring to impale her puckered anus with his tongue. "Oooohh! Ooohhh!" she cried, then she leaned back, feeling the goose bumps over her breasts and stomach. Her total degradation was overwhelming her, her head tossing from side to side, but the horrifying realization that she had lost control of her own body flooded her mind. She sobbed in shame and humiliation. The pleasure-giving tongue kept licking on and on, jumping from her vagina to her rectum and back again with complete freedom, and Susan's body began to shake with the raw nerve ends of pleasure. She gave in completely to his lewd desires and stopped fighting the intense delight she was having. She cried for fulfillment, fulfillment she had long been denied, denied herself. She raised her desire-soaked loins to him, her only desire the submission to his slightest whim, and she ground her widespread, throbbing cunt against his face, revelling in the insane throes of lusting passion.
Robert was aware of the complete alteration in Susan's spirit, and he took his oral fucking to task, wanting to bring her to a climax with his tongue first. She had never reached an orgasm before, and he had just about given up on the possibility until that moment. She was really hotter than she had ever been, and he knew that for the first time he would be able to do it. Working his tongue furiously into the wet depths of her cunt, he stroked and teased it until he had to come up for a breath, then he bent down again. Her body began the deep slow agony of a building orgasm, and she twisted her head while moaning loudly ... and, he knew then he was winning!
"Oohh, Godd!" That's so gooodd, darling!" Susan was only halfway aware of what she was saying, as she had never before been so close to release in her life. She had submitted her body to Robert before, feeling the sensation, but not to the point of explosion. She knew that some females have orgasms, but she also knew that some didn't figuring she was just another that fit into that category. With Robert's mouth sucking on her wet vagina, she was experiencing for the first time the real flame of desire, and she writhed and twisted with faint mewls of rising passion from her chest, her face tensed with deep animalistic abandon.
She was there! She was there! "Ooohh ... Please ... fuckkkk ... Oooohhhh!" she chanted as Robert screwed harder with his tongue. She felt his hands working over every sensitive part of her body like hot fingers of flame, her breasts, rectum, clitoris, all aroused beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life. Her cunt was pulling his tongue deeper and deeper into her, sucking and draining the warmth of his saliva, and it made her tingle from one end of her body to the other. It was tremendous! It was like she was on a soaring rocket to distant outer space! It was fabulous ... wild ... beautiful!
Robert held onto the demanding pace, sure of his success at last when she screamed. "Uuuuhhhhh! Ohhhhh, Goddddd! I'm going to cum! Yes! I'mmmmm gggoinnnngggg tooo ... I'mmm cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnngggg!" Susan jerked and headed against her husband's sucking mouth, pumping wildly as the hot spasms of orgasm tore through her, taking her out to another world. Juices from her cunt gushed out of her clasping passage to be sucked hungrily into Robert's mouth. And she soared and soared, her body an entirely new receptacle of magnificent desire.
After a moment that seemed endless, Susan sank back into the sheets, her heart pounding wildly with her temporarily satiated body. Slowly, she felt Robert raising his head from between her thighs, and she looked down at him, his face grinning lewdly with his obvious satisfaction. Susan's eyes shifted immediately down to the dark tangle of his pubic hair, and she gasped as she saw the huge throbbing pole that stood straight out from his groin. It was bigger than she had ever seen it, the lust-hardened head thicker and more menacing than she thought possible. She had no idea that it had been the first time she had really turned him onto her body, too.
Following the line of Susan's sight, Robert realized that she was staring at his hard cock, and he took it in his hand to stroke it. She was so excited that he had gotten more hot than he had been in years with her, and he saw that the size of his lust-engorged penis frightened her ... . "I'm going to fuck you now!" Robert announced, and he stroked his cock in emphasis to his statement.
Susan gaped at the monstrous penis in abject misery, her own naked body beneath him filling her with shame. She again realized what she was doing, but as she stared more intently at the huge cock, faint traces of desire began to fill her again. A new sense of wantonness was born in her being, and she looked at the tip of his penis, studying the dilated slit, but as she shifted her look to the mass of his cock, she suddenly thought she would be split by it. She didn't think she could take it all ... it looked even bigger than the man at the nightclub had, and it was just too huge to be Robert.
"Robert, please! You look so big! I can't possibly take it!" Susan was dead serious, as she was sure her body would be split like a ripe tomato.
Baby, don't you worry about that. I'm going to show you what its really like to fucked good! I want you to know what it's like to have a big cock fucking into your high class little cunt!" Robert watched Susan's reactions to his words, and he was pleased to see her expression change with each lewd word he spit at her. He wanted her to think she would die from the size of his cock, and if she kept that one thought in her mind, maybe she would, of too much pleasure! Robert laughed out loud, then he narrowed his eyes and looked down at Susan's tight wet cunt.
"Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind!"
"No, please. Robert! I can't! It's ... it's toooo ... ummmmpppppphhhh!" She was cut off sharply from his sudden twisting of her legs, causing her to roll over to her stomach.
"I said I was going to fuck you from behind!" her aroused husband repeated, and he reached for her waist, pulling her up onto her knees, her round firm buttocks pointing out at him.
Susan didn't know what to think, but the dog-style position Robert had forced her into made her feel terribly debased. It wasn't right as far as she was concerned and at that angle she was also sure his hardened cock would positively tear her apart. Rolling forward slightly, Susan looked back under her swaying breasts, reminded of the girl tied over the bed, and for a fleeting second she thought Robert might try to put his cock in her rectum! Robert's knees were pinning her legs wide apart, and looking down underneath her body she saw the soft hairy sac holding his cum-heavy balls swinging freely beneath his hard penis. The thick pulsating head was pointing up between her thighs, the tip almost pressing into her moist pink cuntal mouth.
"Put it in!" He ordered her. "Take it in your hand and put it in that `too good for fucking,' little pussy!"
"Oh, God ..." she moaned helplessly, and reached back between her legs, wrapping her hand around the thick column of flesh. She could feel the blood flowing rapidly through the long rod, and fear welled as she perceived the true enormity of his giant throbbing cock. "Do it; Damnit! Put it in NOW!" He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thghs, pulling it wide for his easier entrance into her tight little cunt.
For a moment, Susan felt paralyzed with fear, but she did as Robert asked just the same. Guiding the hard, fleshy shaft into the passion drenched hole of her cunt, she moved the thick head to part the soft curling pubic hair and lips of her vagina, and when it made contact with her excited clit, she felt a sensational shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the huge head back slowly, Susan relished the sensation, the last one she expected to feel before Robert would split her whole body in two.
"There!" she crooned submissively, as if she was resigning herself to her fate.
Feeling the warmth of her hot, wet, cunt flesh around the head of his aching cock, Robert thought he might cum before he got into her if he didn't hurry. Shoving his hips forward, he pressed his cock against the restricting passage to her womb, and the huge head sank slowly into the tight clasping warmth.
"OOOOHHHH!" Susan moaned. helplessly. She pressed her face into the bed, lurching away from the giant member, but Robert held her tightly to him by her hips.
Pushing again, he drove the ponderous column an inch inside her palpitating vaginal opening. "Oooohhhh! Pleeeezeee! I can't ... CAN'T!"
Robert slowly continued the impalement into her swirling depths, his giant throbbing cock anxious to be totally wrapped by the wet walls of her cunt. Inch by inch he thrust his way into her, slowly filling her with his huge column. Susan felt as though she was being stretched to the bursting point, and she could clearly feel every wrinkle and edge of the big massive cock through the sensitive walls of her vagina. He was still for a moment then, and after a second he flexed his member and lurched all the way into her belly.
"AAAAaagggghhhhh!" Susan shouted more from surprise than pain, as she realized that her passage was immediately becoming accustomed to the mammoth cock. Her initial whimper changed rapidly to cries of pleasure. She could feel the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the crevice of her buttocks, and at the last of his probe, his balls swung forward to slap noisily up between her thighs.
Robert couldn't wait any longer for his kneeling wife to adjust to his erect cock, and he immediately began fucking in and out of her tight, upturned cunt, the long hard strokes pounding deep inside her womb, striking her cervix relentlessly. He stared down at her bentover form, her naked buttocks quivering to his driving rhythm, her smooth back sloping down to the loosely scattered blond hair of her twisting head. She was more sensual than he had ever seen her before, and it made the sperm in his balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and shoot his hot, boiling sperm deep in her frigid little belly.
Oooohhh! Ooooh! Ohhhhh!" Susan chanted in time to his long hard thrusts. She felt every inch of his big cock as it slid smoothly down her clasping cunt to hit bottom, then like a bouncing ball suddenly returning to the begin ning of the hungry passage. She fucked back, raising her buttocks up to each of her wildly fucking husband's downward strokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as deep as was possible. There was nothing left except the pleasure-giving cock in the flaming cunt, pulsating with lustful abandon. There was no longer any pride or morals or shame, but instead just the ultimate pleasure of being fucked by a hot-cocked male.
"Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!" Susan shouted as her sexual frenzy took full control of her thoughts.
"Yes, what? Do what?" he demanded, wanting to get his newly aroused wife to lose fully her ever-present dignity.
"Oooohhh! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." Susan let the lewd words stream out of her mouth, knowing that was what her husband wanted her to say. She was excited further by the thought of her sexual transformation, and she wiggled her buttocks insanely back against the plunging column of his hard driving cock. It was a new passion she had not realized possible, the painful entry of a few seconds past forgotten with the intense pleasure of the moment. It had never been like that before ... never! Each downward stroke of his hot penis was like a thousand different thrills of delight, and his sperm-laden balls slapped noisily up between her open thighs to smack flat against her working belly. Rolling slightly forward on her head, Susan looked back under her full, wildly dancing breasts to see her blond, hair-fringed cunt being wetly impaled by the driving column of flesh. His cock seemed to withdraw until only the very tip of him remained inside her vagina, then it would smoothly drive back inside, the lips of her cunt clasping it hungrily until it completely filled the tight sucking passage. His pubic hair was pushing into the crevice of her widespread buttocks with each hard push, and she felt a tingling sensation that immediately reminded her of the man fucking the bent-over girl in the rectum. She too was being compromised by a lusting man, only it was her cunt instead, but Susan felt the mounting sensation in her anus each time Robert shoved his cock all the way into her womb.
The frigid little bitch had really been changed by the nightclub act, Robert thought gleefully, as he watched her grinding her buttocks back against his big prick. He held her tightly, pulling her buttocks to his groin, then pushing her away as he rhythmically fucked into her. He wanted to make her scream with the pleasure of his cock, beg him to pump his hot sticky cum deep inside her belly until he was completely dry. Her cunt was like hot butter around his throbbing penis, the slick walls feeling every part of it like a massaging, rippling wave. It was tight, and he fought off the growing urge in the tip of his thundering member, not wanting to cum until she had screamed out her own orgasm.
"Ooohhh ... Oooohhhh!" Susan moaned as his cock pounded her vagina mercilessly. She struggled with her breathing as her face was buffeted again and again down into the soft mattress by his lunging force.
Eyes fixed on the white smooth globes of her buttocks, Robert released his grip on Susan's hips to dig his fingers into the narrow curving crevice, and he spread the soft yielding cheeks wide apart. The tiny brownish-pink hole of her puckered anus was clearly visible to his line of view, and it seemed to be gasping and sucking back at his groin as he pushed hard against it. Working his finger down into the crevice, he placed his middle fingertip against the puckered hole, and then he began working it into the tight, elasticlike flesh.
"Oooohhh! Yes! Yes! Urnmmppppttthhhh! Use your finger in my asshole, darling!" Susan raised her buttocks to the worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage. The tight restricting anus suddenly popped open to let the tip enter, and at first Susan felt nothing but pain. Her newly domi nant husband then accommodated her lust by shoving the probing finger deep into her rectum, and strangely, as Susan became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, she felt the first tiny tinges of pleasure.
"Uuuuggghhh! Ooouuuuu!" Susan grunted as she tried to take the turning, rotating finger to the hilt, grinding her naked buttocks back against it at the same time she tried to absorb more of his warm throbbing cock deep into her screaming belly. Robert plunged his finger down hard in the rubbery passage until his palm was flat against her flesh and he could shove it no further, and Susan moaned out of her ecstasy of pleasure-pain.
Worming his finger around the depths of her rectum, he could feel his skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her rectum from her cuntal passage, and Susan screamed into the mattress. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding her buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her tortured backside now an inferno of sexual pleasure. The slamming sensations wracked her body into contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the mounting ultimate sensation deep within her being. She was going to come again!
"Oooohhh ... Oooohhh!" Susan's gasps were like a signal to her triumphant husband, and he felt the walls of her vagina begin to seep with the warmth of her orgasm. Shoving forward with all his strength, he drove his cock and finger as deep as he possibly could into the twin passages, working furiously to bring her to the heights of ultimate pleasure. She screwed her groin back against his hammering cock like a wanton bitch in heat, and she jerked and jumped crazily up and down on the squeaking bed.
"Ooooohhh ... I'm ... going to, Godddd ... I'm going to cccccccccuuuuummmmmmmmm!"
Susan ground her buttocks back salaciously and unashamed against Robert's groin as she felt the fantastic sensation of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her womb. The heat of her fire flooded out of her contracting cunt like a raging river of pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the thick columns of lust that were buried hard against the base of her jerking belly.
Susan's bent-over, convulsing body was sensually stimulating to the point of sheer excitement, her cunt sucking feverishly on his cock, while even her asshole expanded and clenched his finger to the palm of his hand. She was more wild than any woman he had ever had, and he fucked into her with the growing satisfaction of her spasmodic climax. Suddenly the surging waves of hot sticky sperm felt like a boiling explosion in his balls, and the sensation in the well-travelled route up his long, hard cock sent Robert into a wild feeling of ecstasy. He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of cum shot from the tip of his deeply buried penis.
"Oooohhhhhhhhhh!" Susan screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions. The sensation was more engrossing than anything she had ever imagined, and she bucked back insanely against the spewing column. His cock fired again and again, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt began clasping and unclasping around the rigid column, milking it hungrily of all the hot male liquid it contained.
The mutual climax seemed to last forever as they bucked and bounced together on the old bed, Susan's cries of joy echoing crazily around the room. Finally, her husband fell forward, pushing her out flat on the bed, his tired body falling heavily on top of her satiated body, his cock still buried deep inside her cumfilled pussy.
Slowly, the realization of what had occurred swept into Susan's mind. She had really been fucked good, and she had allowed her body to get the best of her mind. She had allowed herself to be debased like an animal, even screaming for the unnatural invasion of her rectum. She decided she had gone temporarily mad, not able to figure out what it was that made her give in to such lewd demands. Robert felt limp and heavy on her back, his vile male penis still inside her cum-filled vagina, and she moaned to warn him before rolling over. He lay beside her as his cock popped from her sperm drenched cunt, a thin string of cum still symbolically connected their bodies.
"What's the matter?" Robert asked when Susan turned her back on him. He felt like she would finally be able to accept the necessity of sexual indulgence with mutual pleasure, yet she seemed to be upset.
Susan lay perfectly still, her mind busily working over all the images of the evening. She thought she should tell Robert that sexual debasement was wrong, at least that it was supposed to be bad, but she had to admit to herself that the amount of pleasure from it was hard to deny. She was angered by the fact that her husband had caused a conflict in her, caused her to re-evaluate everything she'd always believed, and wanted to strike out at him for making her feel that way.
"Didn't you like what I did?" Robert asked suddenly, disturbed that she hadn't answered his first question.
"It was vile and lewd! Animalistic!" Susan spat angrily, but then she started to cry.
"Listen, you prissy little bitch!" Robert yelled, his anger from her statement getting the best of his judgment for a moment. "I'll fuck you any way I want, anytime I want! Understand?"
His words echoed in Susan's head for the rest of their stay in Mexico but his threat was never carried out. She acted so coldly toward him, that instead of forcing her to give into his needs, lie spent more and more time drinking until he would finally fall asleep, without giving her a second thought.
Susan was sorry she had called the pleasure Robert had given her vile and lewd, as she felt the warm rising sensation of desire in the pit of her belly time and again during the stay. He had finally unlocked the real sensuality of her spirit, and she had learned that there was something to be gained from it. Yet, when she tried to apologize to him, she never could quite get up the courage to speak the necessary words, and instead she only succeeded in getting in deeper, her voice always cool and detached.
At the end of their stay in Mexico, conditions hadn't improved between Robert and Susan. In fact, they had become worse, as they had slept apart for their entire stay, with no sexual contact since their first night there.
Chapter 4
The small car bounced as it struck the curb, and Li nda Tyler laughed loudly as she wheeled it toward the big house. The clohes and suit case filling the back seat were almost too much for the available power, and the car whined before coming to a, stop in front of the garage.
"Wow! You trying to kill u2 ?" Bill Donnelly exclaimed to the laughing girl beside him. "Take it easy!"
"Had to have a running start or wouldn't have made it," Linda replied, slamming on the brake:. "Well, so this is it, huh?"
Bill studied the grounds around the house he called home before going off to Stanford, and he felt. pleased to be back. Everything looked just as he remembered it, not a thing altered or changed, and for that he was glad. "This is it! Only it looks deserted! Could be my folks aren't back from their trip yet." Bill opened the car door, and he struggled to get his large muscular frame through the small opening.
"Sure is nice, babe!" Linda said, and she started to get out of the car to join him.
It was late afternoon, although the sun was still fairly high with the approaching summer days and daylight saving time making it seem much earlier than it was really. Bill squinted into the sun, feeling a little disappointed that his mother and father didn't come running out of the house to greet him. The whole place seemed too quiet and empty without them around, and for a moment he hesitated by the car. He was tall and slender, but his well-proportioned body had several more pounds of muscle since he was last at home. His shoulders were broad, so much so that his clothes seemed to be squeezed over his frame, trying to keep the muscles from bursting them apart. His hair was sandy and wavy, a trait he had gotten from his mother, and his deep blue eyes contrasted with his tanned skin. He had been out in the :sun quite a bit, having worked out on the swimming team, a sport he excelled at, and although he didn't know it, he was considered great potential for the varsity by his coaches.
"Hey! What's up?" Linda said, coming around the car. She put her arm around his trim, youthful waist, pulling against him, her full young breasts pressing into the side of him.
"Nobody home, it seems. Looks as though we'll have the whole place to ourselves," Bill winked. He put his arm around the young girl's narrow waist, almost consuming her whole body in his large embrace.
"Listen, lover, are you sure it's gonna be all right for me to stay a few days?" Linda asked in her most innocent voice. She was very anxious to check out Bill's family and the extent of their holdings. What she had seen from the car already impressed her enough to want to hang around for a while, at least.
"For the last time, you don't have to worry about a thing! My folks will be glad to have you here!" Bill meant what he said, but actually he was more interested in having Linda around for himself than in his parents' minding. He wasn't quite sure what to make of Linda, but he knew that getting into her pants was the best experience he'd ever had.
"Well, I just don't want them to think I'm some kind of freeloader. You could have called and asked them first, you know."
"How many times do I have to tell you that they were on vacation? The way it looks, I guess they still aren't back! Get your stuff out of the car!" Bill leaned down to kiss her, but she coyly pulled away from him.
"Bill! Somebody might be looking!" Turning quickly she went to the car and started throwing various objects from it to Bill. Within moments, his arms were completely loaded, and they both walked. to the front of the house. Bill complaining about the amount of clothes Linda carried.
At the front door, he rang the bell just to make sure no one was home, and after waiting a few moments, he motioned toward his pocket with his head. "I don't want to set this stuff down. Can you find the key in my pocket?"
"With pleasure, lover!" Linda replied, and she slid her hand down into his pocket, not feeling for the keys. "Heyyy!What's this I found?" she whispered, teasing the tip of his young virile penis through the pocket material.
"Mmmmm! Heyyyyy! Stop, damnit! You're going to get it right here if you don't stop that!" Bill exclaimed as he felt his cock responding to her touch.
Linda giggled gleefully, but then she took her hand out of his pocket, her fingers holding the keychain. Without saying a word, she walked to the front door, and getting the right key, she opened it. She walked inside ahead of him, looking around at the large rooms with quick glances. "Nice place, lover! Where's it you and I sleep?"
"Ho, ho! I'm afraid my parents aren't quite that liberal yet! But, I can find my way around this place blindfolded!" Bill headed upstairs, with Linda following close behind. He went straight to the guest room where he dropped all the bundles he held. "I'll take my two items to my room while you sort out this mess!" he said sarcastically.
"Thanks! But I want to see where you're going to be sleeping, lover." Linda followed him down the hall to his room, and looked around carefully examining everything on the way. She was sure that Bill's parents were well off by the looks of the house, and though she had suspected as much, she was glad to be reassured firsthand. Once she had thought that every boy going to Stanford was from a wellto-do family, but her last boyfriend had proved to be anything but well-off. He had gotten a scholarship, but she didn't discover it until she found where he lived. She didn't want to make the same mistake twice. She knew that Bill's father had something to do with insurance, but she knew that some insurance salesmen didn't make money at all. She was satisfied that in his father's case, he had to be quite successful. The house showed success everywhere she looked.
"Hey, Linda!" Bill said standing by his bedroom window. He was pointing toward the back of the house, and Linda walked over to see what he was motioning to. When she got up to the window, she gasped out loud.
"Ooohh! Wowww! Let's go for a swim, can we?" Linda exclaimed when she saw the large swimming pool Bill was pointing to. She grabbed him from behind, pressing her full breasts into his back as emphasis to her wish.
"I've got a great bikini that I'm sure you'd like to see," she added, to encourage his agreement.
"Since you put it that way, okay."
"Great!" the vivacious young girl yelled, running out of the room. "I'll be ready in a minute. Hurry!" she said, going out of his bedroom toward the guest room.
Bill watched her go, then he quickly began undressing. He was feeling better already, even though his parents weren't home to greet him. His initial disappointment was quickly forgotten with the thought of having Linda there alone, and his cock was getting hard just imagining how she would look in a bikini. He had been going with her for three months, and it had taken the better part of that time to get in her pants. Then it was somewhat unsatisfying, as it had been done in her small car. Because he was having to live in a men's dorm, he was unable to get her into a bed completely naked, and now that he had her alone in his house, he wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity. She had told him that she was a virgin when he first tried to fuck her, but subsequently, when he did finally succeed with her, she maneuvered so skillfully that he had been a little suspicious of the story. He decided that whatever the truth was, it didn't matter, as long as he got all the sex he wanted. Unfortunately, he had not been able to get her alone after that, so when she offered to drive him home after finals, he readily agred. It was especially nice since finals ended sooner than he had anticipated, and although he was anxious to see his folks, he knew there was a good chance they wouldn't be back from their trip to Mexico. That was the way it worked out, and as he pulled on his swimsuit, he thought it was ideal.
Bill ran down the hall toward the guest room, hoping to catch Linda there before she readied herself, but as he opened the door, he saw that she was already gone. "Linda?" he yelled, and he headed down the stairs toward the family room. The sliding glass door from the family room lead right to the pool, and when he reached it, he found it open. The girl was nowhere to be seen. "Linda?"
"Boo!"
Bill turned to see that she was hiding in the doorway to the kitchen, and he froze completely taken aback by her sensual image. Linda was short, though magnificently proportioned, and her way of standing there with her hands on her round hips completely startled him. She looked almost naked, her bikini practically nonexistent, and she had her legs apart as if to say "come and get it." Her full, ripe breasts were barely covered by a thin strip of yellow material, and the bottom of the skimpy bikini looked as though it disappeared in the crevice of her loins. Her long golden hair hung loosely around her shoulders, the curled ends turning up slightly just above her breasts, and she flicked her head back throwing the long strands of hair over her shoulders. It was almost as if she was doing a strip-tease for him, and with the pert look on her face, Bill was sure that she was ready for anything. Then she turned slowly, her firm young buttock cheeks like half melons, provocative and sensual, and the tight material covering them clearly showed the crevice running up the middle.
"Well? You like?" Linda said, facing him. She didn't really need an answer, as she could see the bulge of his penis outlined by his tight, cream-colored trunks.
"Wow!" Bill was lost for words to describe just how much he liked what he saw, and the only thought he had was to get closer to her. He moved toward Linda as though in a trance, but before he reached her, she was around him and heading toward the pool. "Hey, wait!"
Linda ran to the edge of the pool, and just before Bill got to her, she dove into the warm water. Before she could resurface, she felt his strong hands grabbing for her waist. "Bill! Please," Linda sputtered as she came up for air. Bill was right beside her in the pool, and he was trying to pull her body against his. She relaxed for a moment, as if to give in, and when he went to adjust his grip, she pushed away from him, swimming fast as she could toward the shallow end.
Bill watched as Linda swam away laughing, and he let her reach the edge of the pool before he took off after her. "If I catch you, I get what I want!" he yelled in warning.
He was a fast swimmer, and Linda was only halfway out of the pool when he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her back into the water. "Hey! Billll!" Linda screamed as she hit the water, but Bill held her tightly that time, refusing to let her trick him again. "OOOHH! OOOHHH! You're too strong! That's not fair!" Linda moaned as she felt his hand running up between her inner thighs, the fingers like tiny snakes headed for her young pussy. Twisting her body in a gesture of defiance, Linda felt like she had done enough to make it like she was resisting, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her mouth open and ready to be kissed. Bill clamped his mouth against her full red lips, his tongue probing hungrily inside the warmth of her cavity, and she nipped at it, responding to him. She was completely supported by Bill, her feet not touching bottom of the pool, and his one hand came to rest against her vagina, the fingers working to get under the thin strip of fabric between her thighs. Spreading her legs slightly to give him access to her loins, Linda felt his hold on her loosen in his attempt to get at her vagina, and she suddenly slipped away from him, backing quickly to the edge of the pool.
"Bill! You mustn't! Not here!" Linda pro tested loudly, but she didn't attempt to get any farther away from him.
"We're alone! It's safe!" Bill argued moving toward her. He wanted to rip her bikini off her sensual young body, fondle every part of her being. His cock felt like it was going to break if he didn't get it out of his swimming suit soon!
"What if your parents come home? Really, Bill ... It's too risky!" Linda protested again, but she wanted to have him, she wanted to have his cock pounding in and out of her burning vagina right then and there.
"Don't worry, baby! I could hear them coming a mile off! Anyway, I don't think they'll be here today. They weren't expecting me until tomorrow!" Bill didn't wait for another objection from Tier, but instead he moved up beside her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She moaned a weak resistance into his mouth, but then she pressed her body tightly against him. She stood up on her toes to push her thighs into Bill's groin, moving her upper legs with seductive abandon, and Bill moaned dipping his tongue into her mouth then sucking hungrily at the wetness of her tongue. His fingers fumbled with the seemingly impossible clasp of her bikini top, eager to get it off so he could massage the soft flesh in his hands. Linda made no move to stop him, and he finally succeeded in getting the material away from her full, round breasts. In the redness of the late afternoon sun, the pinkish brown nipples looked like hardened caps on flaming mountains of desire, her freed breasts standing firmly out in spite of the absent support. Instantly, Bill began kneading the flesh in his hand, rubbing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger to bring them to full erection.
"Mmmmmm ... Ohhh, Bill!" Linda moaned as he bent down to take one of her breasts in his mouth. His warm breath came like an advance warning an instant before his teeth nipped the tip of her breast, and a shiver of excitement ran through her body from the contact. She groaned her pelvis against the bulge of his throbbing penis, indicating the growing urgency of her desire. As if totally guided by her, Bill's fingers slipped under the elastic band holding up her bikini bottoms, pulling the flimsy fabric down over her smooth rounded hips, and standing in the shallow water of the pool, Linda felt the water lapping sensually up between her thighs and at the exposed lips of her vagina..
Bill couldn't resist his desire any longer, and holding the young girl by the waist, he lifted her up, setting her down on the edge of the pool, her bikini still caught around her thighs. Grabbing at the material, Bill pulled it clear of her smooth shapely legs, his eyes wide as he stared at the light pubic fuzz covering the curving mound of her hot young pussy.
"Ohhh, Bill!" Linda moaned as she sat be fore his gaze completely naked. His eyes were glazed with desire, and she spread her legs so he could see up into the open lips of her cunt.
"God, Linda! You're beautiful!" he exclaimed, and he pressed his face between the white smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Her pussy mound was palpitating beneath the soft triangle of lightly curling hair, the narrow hair-lined slit just inches away from his eyes. Pushing her legs out wider, Bill reached out with his hand to touch the soft throbbing lips, running his extended finger into the wet pink slit. Linda leaned back on her elbows and arched up her hips to give him complete access to her cunt. His finger worked the soft wet folds of flesh apart to suddenly make contact with her aroused clitoris.
"Ooooooohhh! MMMMMmmmm, Bill!" his girl friend sighed as the sensation of pleasure slammed through her body. His finger flicked incessantly at the hardened nerve ending, and the lubricating fluids from within her vagina began to flow.
"I want to fuck you, Linda! I want to fuck you real good!" Bill exclaimed, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched her cunt juices forming at the tight little opening up between her legs. Linda was undulating her pelvis, raising her hips slightly so that her pink flowering cunt seemed to leap out at him, then retreat again. The pink hard clit seemed to be throbbing from his manipulations, and his cock was so stiff, he was sure it would break if he didn't get it out of his trunks. Dropping his hands to his sides, Bill leaned forward, his tongue out and ready to lick the moist folds of her sensual young pussy, he was out of his mind with lusting passion, and he was ready to do anything to make her beg for his cock.
"Oooohhhh! That's ... Aaaaggghhh!" Linda was surprised by Bill's sudden tonguing of her pussy, and the warm wet tip flicking over her clit sent a thousand shivering thrills through her body. Automatically, she clamped her legs together, locking his head between her thighs while his tongue probed wonderfully into the bearded little slit of her cunt. "Ooohhh, darling! Yessss! Do that! It's so nicccceee!"
Her hips were moving slowly at first, and the young boy was totally absorbed by the fantastic excitement of fucking her orally. Gradually the girl gyrated her hips faster and faster in the motion of copulation, and Bill struggled to get his trunks off while still running his tongue teasingly in the warmth of her cunt. He really had her going! She was ready! Pulling his trunks down over his hips, his hardened cock was finally freed of the confining bonds, and it sprang straight out from the groin, the purple head throbbing even larger. His balls were drawn up tight, the pressure from his churning cum inside unbearable, and wrapping his hand around the hard shaft, he knew he would cum right there in the pool! Linda, with her hands locked tightly behind his head, her face contorted in a strained grimace of ecstasy, held his mouth pressed tightly to her hungry vagina, so tightly that he thought he was going to suffocate, and he had to reach out to force her thighs from around his head.
Raising his face up, from her saliva-moistened vagina, Bill was gasping for air, but his eyes were wide with the excitement of his passion for her. As if he had springs for legs, he leaped out of the pool coming down between Linda's widespread thighs on his knees. His penis looked to her like a huge, angry telephone pole, and the entire column was red and pulsating and hungry-looking.
"Ohh, Bill! You're sooo bigggg! I ... I" Linda squirmed back from the edge of the pool to give him more room. Her belly was on fire, more excited than before from the tongue lashing he had given her, and she wanted more than anything else to be fucked by him at that moment, regardless of her intentions to play it cool. She was just too excited, too hot to stop him at that point, and she lay back, moaning as if conquered, as in fact, she was. Bill fell on top of her immediately, his thick cock burrowing between her white thighs until the bulbous head pressed into the wetly open folds of her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you like never before!" he promised in his deep voice. It was masculine and strong, a tone that showed no trace of his youth. Reaching back with his hands, he pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees then so her vagina was totally exposed to his hard throbbing cock. It was pressed against the full length of her little hair-lined cuntal slit, and he arched his hips back and forth, stroking her moist vagina with its smooth rubbery head.
"Yes, yes! Do it, Bill!" Linda begged in a frantic voice. Her pussy clasping up at the long hard column pressing into it. "DDDO00 ITT!"
He looked victoriously down at her beautiful face, the deep blue eyes smoky and flashing with mounting passion, her tongue rolling sensually around the smooth lips of her mouth. He had her where he wanted her, and he wanted to make her admit it. "Do what? What do you want me to do?" he demanded, his voice slow and deliberate.
"Mmmm! Oh, please put it inside me, Bill! Pleeeeeeze!" Linda knew what he wanted her to say, but she kept it back in spite of her growing desire. She couldn't give in too easily or Bill would be suspicious of her character.
"Do what? Tell me what!" Bill demanded as he moved his hips back and forth in emphasis to his statement. Her pink vagina seemed to open up wider as if trying to suck the long fleshy instrument inside, and she closed her eyes tightly together, shutting out the last rays of the sun.
"Fuck me, Bill," she said in a low voice, her reluctance to say the lewd words seemingly apparent to him.
"What?" Bill demanded, his feeling of conquest growing out of proportion.
"Fuck me!" Linda sobbed as if her last resistance was broken down by his male virility. "Pleeease fuck me, darling!"
Not able to wait any longer to drive his cock deep into her flat smooth little belly, Bill raised his hips up, backing his long penis away until only the tip was pressing into the young girl's nakedly exposed vagina. "Take it with your fingers and put it in!"
Raising her head to look down between their bodies, Linda saw the hardened rubbery head of Bill's penis as it throbbed expectantly into the soft flesh of her vagina. She was excited, really excited, and she was secretly pleased by how good his prick felt. It was the biggest cock she had ever had, and that was a definite point in his favor. Without hesitating further, she wiggled her buttocks, positioning her cunt under the throbbing penis, then she slowly wrapped her fingers around the excitedly pulsating column. It ,jerked to her touch, but she paid no attention to that as she was only interested in swallowing the pleasure-giving flesh into her cunt. Using the massive column like a wedge, she slid it back and forth, parting the sparsely bearded slit of her pussy until it was positioned directly over her cuntal opening. Immediately, Linda arched her hips up, trying to screw her cunt onto the blood-pounding flesh and take it deep up inside her belly.
"Aaaggghh! There! Now!" As if making a count-down, Bill watched Linda's manipulations with patience until he had the open mouth to her burning womb presented up to hire, then he slammed forward with all his strength, driving his cock into the warm tight flesh of her cunt.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh!" Linda moaned from the surprise of his sudden lunge, and she felt as though her belly was being filled with a tearing pole. His thrust was terrifying and unrelenting, his whole long shaft not stopping its cunt-stretching journey until the thick., rubbery head struck hard into her cervix, his pelvis and heavy sperm-filled balls smashing into her upturned buttocks with a loud fleshy smacking noise.
"Oooohhhh, Goddddd!" Linda groaned, but Bill was too lost in his own stored-up passion to pay her any heed. He flexed his cock, making it even larger, filling her insides with urgent throbbing heat, and Linda felt as if she was torn in two by the mammoth lunge. For a long moment, she was afraid to move for the fear of causing more pain for herself, but then as quickly as he had entered her tight young passage, her cunt adjusted to his giant size. She felt the burning sensation in her belly grow even hotter, and she ground her buttocks up at him, trying to get the age-old rhythm of man fucking woman going between them.
For a moment Bill was afraid to move out of fear of shooting his cum into her immediately, as the tight warm flesh wrapped around his excited cock was more sensational than he had remembered it in the car. The small sensual blonde under his body was like an animal lusting for thrills rolled into a little package of pleasure, and his balls lying heavily against her buttocks were churning with sperm eager to be released. He had to fight off the mounting urge to ejaculate, and the moment he had it in control, he raised his hips up, slowly withdrawing his throbbing penis from her now hungrily sucking depths. He moved cautiously as if to test his resistance, and he pulled the long column of flesh out of the warm, clasping pussy until only the tip remained buried inside. Linda was acting like she wanted to keep him from leaving her cunt, and so he immediately drove his cock back down the tight, smooth passage, plunging to the fullest depth possible. The warm, clinging flesh seemed to move slowly over the head of his driving penis as he plowed inside, and his balls slapped into her upturned buttocks again as he hit bottom.
"Yyyeeesss! God, Bill, yeeesss!" Linda hissed as he began to fuck into her with the rhythm she wanted. He started working his cock in and out of her lust inflamed vagina like an angry bull whipping her cunt with maddening passion, and Linda responded by throwing her legs out as wide as she could. She wanted to give him all the room he needed to satisfy her burning cunt, and she only cared about the delicious sensations tearing through her passion wracked body. His balls slapping into her now widespread anal crevice seemed to go right on through her tiny puckered anus and on up into her rectum, and she moaned from the fantastic pleasure it gave her. Reaching down between her wide-splayed legs, Linda dug her fingernails into the flesh of his rising and falling buttocks, forcing the rhythm to greater and greater speed.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Linda wailed over and over, "Fill me, lover! Fill meeeee!"
She felt good, and Bill knew that it had been too long since he had last had this sensual young pussy under him. His cock felt like it was going to split down the middle as it expanded wildly with each successive thrust into the warmth of her clasping cunt. Her fingers pressing into the taut muscles of his buttocks were like tips of burning fire, a sensation that ran through his body to lodge fantastically in his groin. Stroking harder into the quivering pussy, he battered her with more and more intensity, his hardened cock a ramming cudgel of hot frenzy, and each stroke seemed to bring more rippling spasms from the wet walls of her vaginal passage. The intense pleasures were driving him insane with lust, and his balls were like overblown balloons when they burst. The white-hot liquid began its wild, sensational dash from his groin, his cock expanding hugely as the sperm travelled up its full jerking length, and Bill slammed his cock to the hilt into the young girl's hotly milking vagina. The first blast of cum shot out of the dilated tip with explosive force, and it seemed to send her into a frenzy of joy.
"AAAaaagggggghhhhhhh!" Linda screamed wildly as she bucked up against the liquidspewing column, her cunt contracting like a machine again and again with her own climax. His cum was like hot spears of fantastic pleasure as it ricocheted off the base of her belly over and over, and her cunt flooded with the mixture of both their fluids, the hot gushing liquid spilling out around the base of his cock, running slowly down the crevice of her ass.
"Mmmmmoore! Give me more!" Linda yelled, her head twisting from side to side as her legs jacked up to take his spewing cock as deeply as possible. Bill felt as though he was being sucked dry by the fantastically sucking pussy, and his cock jerked into it again and again, shooting his sperm into her passage as if from an endless supply. It was just what he had wanted for a long time, and it was every bit as good as he had imagined it would be. Bill throbbed in decreasing spasms, then let his body go limp and moaned in sheer exhaustion.
Linda's body seemed to continue to jerk for a long moment, the white sticky fluid mixture of his sperm and her female orgasmic juices still slipping thickly from their joined bodies, and then she, too, was quiet. Bill looked at her face, her lips parted with satisfaction, her eyes closed in grateful reverence to her complete fulfillment. He could have fallen asleep right then, but instead, he jumped away from her naked body, his cock pulling noisily from between the lips of her satiated young cunt as he clearly heard the loudly honking horn sound in front of the house.
Chapter 5
"There's a car in our driveway!" Susan announced, and it was one of the few times she had said anything at all on the long drive from Mexico. She had been thinking about seeing her son the next day, the first time in quite a while, and she had little or nothing to talk to her husband about. The drive had been generally uneventful, and Susan was tired from sitting such a long time in one place, but when Robert had suggested making the trip in one day, she hadn't refused. Her primary thoughts during the last of her stay in Mexico had been on getting home to San Rafael and seeing her son. Her heart leaped into her throat when she realized that the car in their driveway might mean Bill was already home.
"So I see," Robert replied, and he slowed the car until he came to a full stop directly behind the other car. He felt a little suspicious of its presence, almost afraid that it belonged to someone interested in stealing property. He didn't recognize the car as being anyone's that he knew, and the thought of Bill having a strange car seemed unreasonable. "Ssssshhhh!" Robert signalled to his wife. "I don't like the looks of this!"
"What's wrong, Robert?" Susan was so busy thinking about the possibility of seeing Bill that she completely missed the possible implications of the strange car.
"We may have unwelcome visitors. Do you want to wait here in the car?" he asked seriously.
"No, I'm going in with you!" Susan replied quickly. She became tense the minute she realized what Robert had implied, and she didn't want to be out by their car alone, especially since their car was blocking the strange car in the drive. Robert opened his door quietly, then hurried around to open Susan's side. He left the doors ajar, not wanting to make any sound. Then with Susan a step behind him, he walked quickly and quietly to the front of the house.
At the front door, Robert paused to listen, but not hearing any sound, he took out his key and put it into the lock. The door wasn't even locked!"
"It's open?" Susan asked in a low voice, her surprise to his affirmative nod making her even more nervous. She felt like running away right then, but instead she stayed close behind Robert as he walked into the house. It was quiet and still, not a sound coming from anywhere in the house, and he was about to say something to her when they both heard a loud banshee-like yelling.
"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!"
"God, Robert! What was that?" Susan asked, her voice louder than it should have been. Robert shrugged his shoulders and immediately started off in the direction the sound came from. Susan followed him into the family room, and they both spotted the open glass door at the same time. They moved more slowly then, taking short noiseless steps until they could see out in the yard.
"Oh my God!" Susan gasped as she realized what she was looking at by the pool. She quickly put her hand to her mouth, clamping shut the shocked scream that was building in her. It was like being bombarded with the prurient images of a blue movie for a moment, but then suddenly, Susan realized that she was watching her own son in the process of wildly fucking a young blonde girl in their own backyard. They were obviously in the throes of climax, their joined bodies writhing on the ground by the pool like they were one, and the girl was begging Bill for more! Her son, naked and virile, was really going at the girl, and Susan stared transfixed to the sight of the lewd copulation. A thousand emotions slipped through her brain, all of it too, too overwhelming. She felt frozen, completely unable to move from where she stood looking at the violent sexual intercourse between her son and a strange girl.
The sight was a great relief to Robert, as it thundered home to him that the car must belong to the sexy young girl under his son. She looked like a real hot piece the way she was screaming out her orgasm, and he wanted to stay where he was and watch. The girl's legs were drawn up, her round shapely buttocks visible, as Bill buffeted her loins with terrific force. Robert felt his own penis jerking to an erection just watching the girl, but he decided he'd better get Susan out of there before she flipped out.
"Come on! We'd better come in again, only this time a bit more loudly!" Robert said, pulling Susan's arm. Susan moved with Robert like a dog on a leash, her mind reeling with the shock of what she had just seen. Walking in a daze out the front door, Susan choked back the racking sob which welled in her breast, and she fought back the tears building up in her eyes. Some no good little whore had been seducing her son, acting like an animal while Bill's virile young cock fucked into her! It was a terrible display of sexual promiscuity, a cheap stunt by some girl to take her son away from her. Susan didn't think she could ever face Bill and the girl together, not after what she had just seen, and she wanted to get Robert to take her back south or anywhere. But, she followed him back to the car, her shock leaving her without anything to say. She knew that she would have to get hold of herself, and she did want to see her son, even though the girl was there as well.
"Get into the car, Susan. I want to make it seem like we've just pulled up," Robert said, holding the car door open for her. Susan did as he asked, mindlessly following his instructions without really knowing why.
Going around to the other side of the car, Robert half sat down on the front seat and turned on the ignition. Then after pausing for a moment, he honked the horn several times. "Okay, get out of the car. By the time they get to the front of the house, we can be unloading the trunk."
Robert was correct in his estimation, as shortly, Bill came running out of the house wearing his swimsuit, his body wet from the pool. Close behind him came Linda, she too wet from the pool. Susan was helping Robert take luggage out of the trunk when she looked up to sea her son running toward them.
"Hi, Mom ... Dad!" Bill waved as he approached them. He was glad to see them, especially since they had been so convenient in their approach. It didn't occur to him that they had already been in the house watching him with Linda writhing nakedly under his virile young cock.
Susan wanted to take Bill in her arms and hug him, but he was wet, so she wasn't able to do that. She tried to put the scene by the poolside out of her mind, and she held her arms out to her son.
"Bill! I'm so glad you're home," she said as she was truly astonished at how much more adult he had become. He leaned down to kiss her, and for an instant she was afraid she would not be able to keep quiet about the scene she had witnessed. But then she was overcome with her happiness on having him home, in spite of his relationship with the girl. She turned her cheek to him, and he dutifully kissed her there.
"Glad to see you son!" Robert jumped in, and Susan was relieved that he would handle the rest of the formalities. The girl was standing back a few feet, her sexy body practically naked as far as Susan was concerned. She didn't want to meet the girl, but she knew it was inevitable. If she was going to keep the secret, Susan also knew that she would have to be polite and convincing.
"Dad, Mom! I want you to meet my ... ah, fiancee!" Bill wasn't sure why he had called Linda his fiancee, as he had never discussed such a relationship with Linda. It just seemed appropriate, and tended to waylay the guilt he suddenly felt. "This is Linda Tyler!"
Susan felt faint, the words echoing in her head like she had been hit by a tornado. It wasn't possible that her little boy would have marriage plans! It couldn't be true! Stunned, Susan automatically held out her hand to Linda, and she did her best not to show her surprise. The girl's hand felt terrible to her, an electrical impulse signalling mistrust and deception. Susan hated her instantly.
"How do you do?" Linda asked sweetly, and she turned toward Robert to shake his hand too. She was laughing to herself about the opportune timing of their arrival, as she knew that Bill had called her his fiancee from the shock. She had him if she wanted, she thought, and she demurely bowed to his father, seeing the lusting gaze in Robert's eyes. The old man had hot pants, she thought, and she intentionally made sure he got a good look at her breasts while bending down. Yet as much a pushover as his father appeared, she knew that his mother was going to be difficult to deal with when it came to Bill.
"Quite a surprise, son! A pleasant one, I might add," Robert said, breaking the still. "Nice to meet you, Linda."
Susan wanted to run and hide, but she stayed where she was, desperately holding on to her good sense. The girl was a slut, a cheap whore, Susan thought, and she was definitely not good enough for her son. In spite of her sudden headache, Susan reacted in a near-normal manner. "Let's go inside, children. It's getting dark out here."
"Give us a hand here, Bill!" Robert added, motioning to the suitcases stacked behind the car. Bill moved quickly, picking up most of the luggage, and he stomped off toward the house with the rest of them following.
Once inside, Susan felt a little better, and she tried to think of a way of getting alone to think. She didn't want to say something she might be sorry about later, and she was sure just such a possibility existed. Robert immediately offered them all a drink, while Bill was busily explaining his early arrival from school. Linda had excused herself to go upstairs and put on something more appropriate, and it gave Bill the opportunity to talk. He was skirting the subject at first, but then he finally bluntly blurted it out.
"Well, what do you think of her?"
Susan looked over at Robert as he came in with drinks, hoping that he would answer their son's question. She was disappointed, as he acted as though he hadn't heard the question. "Bill, she really is quite attractive, but it will take time to get to know her," Susan finally said. She didn't want Bill to think she had already made up her mind about Linda, even though she had.
"You don't mind if she stays for a few days, then?" Bill went on, and he smiled broadly at his pretty mother.
Susan had a flash visualization of Bill naked between the young blonde's long, lithe legs, but she tried to shake the image from her mind. "No, of course not! Anyone you invite here is welcome, and you know that." Susan took the drink her husband held out to her, and she took a large gulp. "How long have you known her? You didn't mention her in any of your letters," Susan noted, after getting up the courage. The last thing she wanted to do was make Bill think she disapproved of Linda, as she was sure that he would then be defensive, drawing even closer into their relationship.
"At Stanford! I mean, she works in the bookstore, and I met her when buying my books," Bill didn't want to tell them he had only gone out with Linda for a few months, and it was true that she was working in the bookstore when he bought his books. It was just that he hadn't met her until some time later on.
Susan was convinced that Linda was nothing more than a cheap slut looking for a free ticket, and she was even more convinced by the way Bill had answered her question. She hadn't been his mother for eighteen years without knowing when he was avoiding a question. She wanted to press him for more detail, but she was also finding it difficult to concentrate. Bill was still wearing only his trunks, and she was able to see the bulge of his penis that only a short time before she had seen fucking into the young girl he was going to marry. He was certainly no longer the little boy she had sent off to college, and his tan muscular body was pure evidence of that. He was like a beautiful Adonis to Susan, and her eyes kept moving to the clear outline of his balls and big penis under his swimsuit. She couldn't get the image of him between Linda's tightly locked legs out of her mind, but it was affecting her in a way she never would have suspected. Instead of being repulsed, she was feeling a strange warmth deep within her, and the thought of what she wanted to do to herself made her feel shameful. She knew she couldn't sit sill looking at him much longer, and when Linda walked into the room in an innocent little girl outfit, Susan jumped out of her chair. Before she could say anything, Robert was moving toward the girl with a drink.
"Sit down, Linda! I've a drink poured here already." Robert was showering her with attention, and it made Susan angry as she could see Robert had been taken in by the girl. It was his own low morality, Susan thought, and she felt sick to her stomach.
"Please. You'll have to excuse me, but the long drive from Mexico has worn me out. I'd better go to bed, I can't seem to shake this headache," Susan said, and without waiting for comment, she walked out of the room.
"Hope you'll feel better in the morning. Mom!" Bill yelled after her, but she was already halfway down the hall.
Susan practically ran all the way to the master bedroom, her mind reeling with a multitude of emotions. Her belly felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't comprehend why. Nor did she want to understand the emotions that caused the moistening of her vagina, but she did know that she felt dirty and vile. She couldn't get the image of her son shamelessly fucking that girl by the pool out of her mind, and what was particularly bad was the fact that she couldn't keep it from exciting her more. That little tramp, Linda Tyler, was making a fool out of Bill, and as if that weren't enough, Robert, too, was making a fool of himself by accepting Linda at face value. How could he be so blind, Susan wondered!
Moving with practiced reaction, Susan began to peel off her clothes, carefully putting each article of clothing into its assigned location, while the whole time she tried hard to keep her mind off the events of the last two weeks. It had all happened so fast, she was sure that she was going crazy. It had to be true as she remembered then how she had even gone so far as to accept the debasing, immoral dogstyle seduction from Robert in Mexico, and had enjoyed it! There just was no denying that, but she knew that she had to have been temporarily insane. Not wanting to waste time unpacking, she grabbed a robe from the closet, and put it on over her otherwise naked body. Then, leaving all the lights off, she went straight to the large bed, and got in under the blankets. Sleep seemed like the only escape from her lewd thoughts, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm down enough to get to sleep.
Nothing seemed to help. The muffled sounds of talking and laughter kept coming into the room from the distant family room below. In spite of her efforts to shut them out, Susan also tried to hear what was being said, and it kept her wide awake. She couldn't make out anything clearly, and she had visions of the three of them engaged in all sorts of perverted acts. That sexy slut, Linda, had to be the type for that, Susan was sure of it. She didn't want to recognize that she was jealous of Linda's relationship with Bill. Instead, it had to be a case of a young girl bewitching her son by using lewd devices, and her whole intent also had to be to take him away from his own mother.
Susan couldn't control the thoughts that only became more intense as she lay in bed. Her own body had become a vile and perverted object, a heated mass of flesh that also cried out for satisfaction, and in spite of her desire to do otherwise, her hands began moving slowly over her belly toward her soft curling triangle of pubic hair. It was as if her hand were controlled by some outer force, just as her thoughts were muddled by remembered scenes of sexual acts she had witnessed against her will. Her long fingers slipped wetly into the soft fleece of pubic hair, the middle digit extending automat ically to burrow down into the slit formed by the vaginal lips.
"Ooohhh, God help me!" Susan moaned out loud as her finger made contact with her lusthardened clitoris, but then she caught herself, not moving as she heard the voices coming closer. Listening, Susan realized that Bill and Linda were upstairs, just outside the bedroom door, and from the sounds, it was apparent that Bill was kissing Linda in a passionate embrace. She could hear Linda moaning under her breath, and Susan could imagine how the two of them were tightly holding each other, their groins pressing together in abandoned arousal. It seemed like the kiss would never end, but just as suddenly as it started, it ended, the sound of Bill's bedroom door closing coming shortly after. At first she thought they had both gone into Bill's room, but then she heard footsteps going down the hall to the guest room.
Susan was greatly relieved, but she remained absolutely still, listening for any other sounds that might be significant. The house was still, almost too quiet, and she wondered why Robert hadn't come upstairs to bed. She stayed motionless listening for his footsteps, but the only thing she heard then was sounds of the refrigerator door in the kitchen being closed. He had to be getting something to eat, she guessed, and she was relieved that she would have the time to get to sleep before he came upstairs. She didn't want to face anyone until the morning, and with her finger still pressing into the soft flesh of her vagina, she closed her eyes tightly, hoping that forgetful sleep would come soon. She didn't know then that the whole night would prove to be exceedingly restless.
Chapter 6
Walking back into the family room, Bill's father set down the large drink, then stretched his legs out onto the table in front of his chair. He was feeling hungry, and the refrigerator had little in it. He settled for the drink, and sitting in the semi-darkness of the family room, he began to put together all the problems he was facing. Most important was Susan.
The first night in Mexico she had seemed to come around to somewhere near normal as far as he was concerned, but then subsequently, she had become even more like her old self. It was hard for him to figure, as she had responded in a way that he had thought she always wanted. He had felt that she had finally thrown off her puritan ethics, and even though she had been "up tight" the remainder of the trip, he still had an idea that she was freed by her new knowledge. Something else had to be keeping her from opening up, from becoming the complete woman he knew that she could be.
What a shock it had to be for her to have seen his own son, Bill, fucking that hot little chick, Linda, Robert thought. He almost had to laugh except for the possible damage that might have occurred to his relationship with Susan. Then too, there was the problem of handling Bill! Robert knew there had to be a way to show Bill that Linda was nothing but a cheap whore. Oh, Linda was attractive enough, all right! In fact, he'd like to get a little of her action too, but that wouldn't solve the real issue. Things could of course be left as they were, and hopefully, Bill would in time discover the real Linda. It was understandable that Bill would be taken with her, especially after seeing the way Linda responded to a good fucking from a good hard cock. She was one lucious little piece of ass, and Robert knew that he too would be taken with her under different circumstances. He wondered if he was simply growing old, because he couldn't help seeing the obvious motives of Linda. A few years in the past, he knew he would have ignored her intentions and simply fucked her for fun. Of course, it wasn't himself involved with Linda, but his son Bill. That made matters quite a little bit different!
Robert picked up a magazine next to his chair and tried to concentrate on its contents, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Susan and Linda. Somehow he felt that a possible correlation existed in their respective characters, even though they were as different as could be. He couldn't help thinking that Linda could be helpful in resolving his problems with his wife, yet he was unable to think out how that might be.
Robert picked up his glass and quickly emptied its contents. Getting up, he went back into the kitchen to pour in a fresh drink, made it a double, then returned to his chair in the family room. He knew he could put away a lot of liquor before he would want to go to bed, and he drank a large gulp from the freshly filled glass before returning to his scanning of the magazine. He had just found a story he wanted to read when he heard the soft footsteps coming up behind him. He turned quickly to see his son's young girl friend approaching, and he was not surprised to see that she was only wearing a shortie nightgown.
"Oh, Mr. Donnelly! I didn't realize you were still up!" Linda said in feigned surprised tones.
I'll bet, Robert thought, but he went along with her act. "Well, Linda, I thought you had gone to sleep! Isn't that guest room comfortable?"
Linda walked on into the room until she stood just in front of where Robert was sitting, and she was so totally unselfconscious about her scanty dress. The filmy nightgown hung down barely three inches below her loins, and her firm white thighs looked tantalizing in the dull light from the table lamp. Robert could just make out the nipples on her full breasts through the material, and he instantly felt his penis jerk with excitement. She was a sexy little bitch, without a doubt, he thought.
"The room is very nice, Mr. Donnelly. I just became terribly thirsty, and I thought I'd come filch some milk from your refrigerator," Linda said, and stood with her legs slightly apart, an expression of innocence spread across her face.
"Afraid you're out of luck! There isn't a drop in the house!" Robert said as he stood up. "But I'll be glad to mix you something if you like," he added, and without waiting for her to speak, he headed into the kitchen.
"Okay, that sounds good. I'm so thirsty I'll settle for anything you've got," Linda said, and followed her boyfriend's father into the kitchen and stood close to him while he poured out a strong drink for her.
Having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her, Robert completely forgot about his own drink in the family room, and he poured himself another drink, too. He carried both glasses back into the family room, only then did he realize that he had left a nearly full glass there. "Well, looks like you've got some catching up to do," he said, motioning to his twin set of glasses. He smiled at his son's girl friend, then handed her one of the drinks he poured. He wasn't surprised that she chose to sit down in the chair across from him, but he didn't expect her to leave her legs uncrossed. When he sat down, he could clearly see up betwen her firm white thighs to the blondish patch of sparse young pubic hair. He quickly diverted his eyes, taking a long gulp from his fresh drink, and then when he set it down, he noticed that Linda had stretched her legs out and crossed them at the ankles. It had effectively cut off his view of her vagina, and he felt more relaxed.
"Does that take care of your thirst?" Robert asked her after she had sipped at the drink. He wondered if she was leading him on, or was seriously making a play for him.
"Oh, yes. This is very good, Mr. Donnelly." She again uncrossed her legs, shifting her weight on the chair to make it look natural, but the bottom of her nightgown inched up slightly in the process.
Robert found himself wondering just how much older than Bill Linda was. He knew she was older by the way she acted, but he concluded that it was hard to tell just how old she was. One thing was certain, and he wondered about the possible implications his fucking the shit out of her might have. She certainly wasn't in a hurry to get to bed, and he could easily see that she was ready for a good time. It was the expression in her eyes.
"How long will you be able to stay with us, Linda?" Bill's father smiled as he spoke, his tone more than friendly. He wanted to get her talking about herself, as he felt certain he was going to be confronted with making a judgment about her in a short time.
"Well, I don't have a job to go back to until the summer session starts, but I can't stay very long. It would be an imposition." She was making a statement, but it somehow came out sounding like a question. Robert thought she wanted him to tell her it was no imposition at all, but he didn't say a word about it.
"Well, then you do have some time to spend here. I'm sure that Bill will be happy about that!"
"Bill? Yes!" Linda squirmed around in her chair again, as if her motions would get Robert to keep her from talking about his son Bill. She drew her legs up into the seat, and her nightgown rode higher up her smooth firm thighs. The curving round cheeks of her buttocks could just be seen under the edge of the soft flimsy material, but she acted like she was perfectly proper in her dress. She might as well have been wearing a full length formal, by the way she appeared and Robert couldn't keep from studying the texture of her upper thighs, naked and white in the dull light.
"It's such a nice night out, I was contemplating going for a swim before you came down. It's really quite warm outside," Robert said, deciding that he would create the proper atmosphere for Linda to commit herself. He was absolutely convinced she wanted to play sex games by the way she was exposing herself. She had to know how he would react, even though she was being casual in her posture.
"You do have a lovely pool, Mr. Donnelly."
"Would you like to finish your drink outside?" It may be a little cool for you," Bill's father said, but he stood up as he spoke. He emptied his one drink, then picked up the other motioning with it toward the door to the yard.
"Yes. It's a warm night," his son's girl friend repeated matter-of-factly. She got up from the chair she had snuggled on, and she intentionally let her shortie flip up as she moved. For an instant her smooth white buttocks were exposed to her boyfriend's father's gaze, the deep crevice dividing the round full melon shaped globes seeming to spread out slightly before she straightened up.
"Little bitch!" he thought gleefully. She really wants it, and he felt his cock twitching with increasing excitement in spite of his better judgment. He immediately began to rationalize his desire to have her as he led the way to the door leading outside. He should fuck her just to prove that she was a slut. Maybe his son Bill, would hear it, and then he would know that she was really ready and willing to be fucked by any man.
Robert was so engrossed in his lusting thought of his son's young girl friend, that he didn't consider what Bill would think of him if he overheard. That part didn't enter Robert's mind for the moment at least, and neither did he seriously consider what Susan might overhear. Linda's shapely young ass was his primary concern, and all the problems he had been contemplating were forgotten with his new distraction. He did reason correctly that Linda was interested in him only to get in with the family in even stronger terms than Bill could provide her. Robert knew where the money came from, and so did Linda.
Walking over to a lounge chair close to the side of the house, Bill's father sat down without waiting for his son's young girl friend to catch up. it was the only place to sit unless she brought her own chair from the other side of the pool, but he was sure that she intended to get close to him. He was correct.
"May I sit here?" Linda asked coyly, her long finger pointing at the edge of the lounge. Her tone was a little sharp, so Robert decided he'd better cool it for the moment.
"Terribly sorry! Let me get you a chair!" he said, and he started to get up.
"No, please, this is fine!" Linda replied, and she put her hand up to keep him from standing. Almost inadvertently, her finger brushed across the bulge at the crotch of his pants, but she acted like nothing had happened.
Prick tease! She's really putting it on, he thought, and he settled back in the lounge to see what she would try next. Linda just looked at him, her tongue stretching out of her sensual mouth as she brought her glass to her lips to take a sip. Robert could imagine the taste of bourbon on her hot little tongue, and he wanted to kiss her hard, driving his own bourboncovered tongue into her warm mouth. Susan had put him off too long, and his growing desire for someone to fuck was multiplied tenfold while watching her drink. His cock grew harder and harder, the bulge in his pants becoming obvious, but Bill's father didn't care as he was sure that was what his son's girl friend wanted. She sat on the edge of the chaise next to his outstretched legs, her body turned toward him, and all she had to do was reach down with her hand to make contact with his enlarged penis. She was keeping her legs together again as she sipped her drink, but then she lowered the glass from her lips, setting it down on the ground. When she straightened up, her legs were apart, giving Robert a clear view of her naked vaginal split, even though there was only a trace of light coming from the lamp in the family room.
"Do you want another?" Bill's father asked, motioning toward her empty glass.
"Another what, Mr. Donnelly?"
Robert returned her smile, and he lay back against the lounge. It was a clear night, the stars intensely bright in the moonless sky, and everything was still. He was sure that Bill and Susan were both sleeping soundly, and even though sound carried well at night, he expected they would stay asleep. His eyes scannned across the large yard, the entire area screened off from his neighbors' tall hedges, and he smiled again to himself. It was an ideal setting, and his son's hot young girl friend was definitely ready for him.
"What would you like?" Robert asked, his voice low, almost whispering.
Linda raised her forefinger to her mouth, inserting it slowly between her suave lips in an almost-innocent manner as if contemplating his question. Then she parted her lips so that Bill's father could see her white teeth closed down on her finger for an instant before she pulled it free and touched the bulge in his pants.
"That!"
Linda's casual manner in putting her finger down on his cock surprised Robert, but he thought she was being direct and to the point. He almost had to laugh at the way she did it, but the laugh caught in his throat as her hand began to stroke his aching cock. Christ, he had to get it out of his pants!
"Take it out!" he said, trying to mimic Linda's casual tone, but the urgency in his voice couldn't be missed. His cock was throbbing as he imagined shoving it into the little bitch's hot young cunt, and it jerked as her fingers worked deftly with his fly. Suddenly she scooped her fingers into the gap in his pants, and she came up with his erect cock in her hand.
"Ooohhh, Myyyy!" Linda intoned appreciatively. Bill's father's long hard column made her hand look small by comparison, and even though the light was dim, the throbbing purple head seemed to glow with passion. She kept her fingers wrapped tightly around the thick base of the column while she stared at it in mock surprise, "Mr. Donnelly! I had no idea!"
Her boyfriend's father grunted a sarcastic laugh, but he could do no more than that as he felt the growing pressure in his balls. She was still teasing, but she had committed herself. He was going to throw her a fuck she would never forget! Sitting up, Robert went to grab Linda by the waist, but she moved aside, twisting her legs away from him.
"Not yet!" she said sharply. Then she smiled sweetly at him. "I want to taste it first!"
Sonofabitch! She wants to suck my cock, Robert thought! This chick is too much! "Okay, do it!" he decided to go along with her for awhile, at least until he wanted to do it his way. For the moment, he'd let her call the shots, and anyway what she proposed to do sounded just fine to him.
Linda twisted back around on the lounge, her hand slowly working up and down Robert's cock like she was pumping water from a well. Her eyes stared at the blood-filled member, a lusting glaze etched over them, yet she was casual and loose in her manner. Robert thought it was like she was performing a service that only held her interest for the money she might earn. She was too cool, but then her body had to be hot! Laying back to enjoy the manipulations of his excited penis, Robert wondered when she was going to get started with the sucking. He had his answer within seconds.
"Mmmmmm!" Linda moaned as she moved her face close to his throbbing column of male cock, and she opened her mouth, breathing hot air over the tip. His balls were like giant reservoirs filled to the bursting point, and he could feel the sperm stirring angrily within, anxious for release. Tiny drops of fluid seemed to nestle just inside the dilated slit a t the tip of the head, and as if she was waiting for it, Linda's tongue flicked out licking readily at the warm, seminal emission.
Her tongue was like liquid fire as it struck his cock, and Bill's father had to force his mind elsewhere for a moment, to keep from shooting his load right then and there. The sensation flashed down his member to the base of his groin, then seemed to echo throughout his entire body. Her tongue was moist, and she rolled it over her lips as she brought it back into her sensually working mouth. Then she would again flick it out at the blood-filled head of his swollen member. She continued the same action for several moments, but then suddenly she seemed to be all over the fleshy column, her tongue running greedily up and down the sen sitive urethra tube, while her fingers worked sensationally over the base of his cock. Her other hand dove into the opening of his pants to find his sperm-loaded balls, and she cupped them like they held a great prize, slowly rolling them in her fingers while she tenderly kissed his excited penis. It was too much to take, and it took all his effort to stay in control of himself.
"Sonofabitch! Suck it!" Bill's father groaned through his teeth as he felt the mounting pulsations in his groin. Linda's long blonde hair was spilling down around her head, the soft strands tickling lightly against his exposed groin, and even the slightest touch felt like a thousand electric shocks. Moistening her lips with her tongue, Linda opened her mouth into a tiny round orifice, and she slowly lowered her face toward the top of the straight, stiff cock. When the very tip made contact with her mouth, her lips seemed to spread apart just enough to take in the thickness of the column, his throbbing cock slowly absorbed by her warm cavity. It felt tight and sensational to him, and as an added benefit, her tongue was working crazily around the head of his penis as it moved inside her mouth. He could hold still for another second, and he brutally raised his hips from the lounge, shoving his cock deep up into her soft, butter-like throat.
"Uuuuugggghhh!" Linda groaned, and the sound was muffled by the thick column filling the whole of her oral cavity. Only half of his long cock was inside her mouth, but Robert could feel it was already pressing back against her larynx. He was totally astonished when his son's girl bobbed her head down, taking even more of his hardened penis into her mouth.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhgggghhh!" groaned Robert as he felt her tongue working like a mad whip over the sensitive flesh of his penis. He leaned forward, enthralled and excited by watching her sucking motions. She had taken nearly twothirds of his long column into her throat, and she still held the base of his cock with her hand. Her other hand was cupping his spermbloated balls, slowly caressing the heavy sac, and it was the only movement that Robert could see for an instant. He could feel her tongue swirling wetly around the head of his cock, and she slowly raised her head, her teeth biting down into the hard flesh as she went. He couldn't remember ever feeling anything like it, and he felt bad for having missed it in his marriage. Linda was really talented at her sucking of him, and he also wondered how she would be in other ways. He just knew she had to be great!
Linda stopped, raising her head when just the tip of his penis remained in her mouth, and he could see white streaks along his flesh where her teeth had forced the blood from the surface. Then her hand pumped once quickly, and her head began to rhythmically bob up and down his throbbing member, her oral fucking feeling like rippling liquid warmth as she swallowed it deep in her throat, then out again once more.
"Christ!" Robert grunted as he watched her action over his throbbing cock. He raised and lowered his hips in time to her bobbing head, watching his hard maleness fucking into her sensually ovaled young mouth. His cock was lewdly glistening wet from her saliva, and her red ovalled lips pulled along the shaft as it slid in and out. The sensation going along the entire length of his column seemed to grow more and more instense as she worked, and although she released her left hand hold around the base of his cock, her right was probing under the balls into the crevice of his buttocks. Her cheeks were bloated with the full extent of his cock, the tip lashing the very back of her throat, and Bill's father was certain she would gag on his shaft as she kept on in frenzied passionate abandon.
Linda, uncontrollable, reached down between her legs with her left hand, her fingers extended out to burrow into the pubic fuzz of her pussy. She parted the moistened lips, wet from her own lubricity, and instantly found the hardening clitoris. She moaned from deep in her throat as she fingered the tiny bud nerve, making it as hard as Robert's cock in her mouth. Then feverishly, she ran her middle finger down the hair-lined slit to the opening of her va gina, slipping it smoothly into her clasping wet cunt. It felt good, and she added another finger to work with the first one.
The boiling hot cum in his balls felt like it was going to explode at any moment, and Robert arched his hips up, driving his jerking cock deep into his son's girl's throat. Her right hand was working furiously between his thighs, her middle finger pushing up until it probed against his anus. The tight sphincter muscle contracted with passion, and she closed her mouth tightly around his big cock at that same instant. It was too much! He knew he would have to have his orgasm soon or his whole body would erupt like a raging volcano. He began to think she had excited him to the maximum extent possible, when he saw her left hand pressed against her cunt, her two fingers driving furiously in and out of the tight wet passage. She was masturbating herself while she sucked his cock, and the sight of her salaciously finger-fucking herself made him even more excited than he had been before.
"God! Suck it, baby! Suck it!" Bill's father moaned, his whole body becoming converged at the tip of his penis. Her tongue swirled and licked at his expanding member, while her teeth and lips pulled and sucked up and down the saliva-drenched pole. His balls drew up tightly, her fingers still playing rapidly over and around them, causing his whole lower abdomen to lift up off the lounge, sinking in his sensitive cock deep to the warmth of her mouth. He was going to cum, he knew that was certain in an instant, and reaching down to her long blonde hair, he curled his fingers into the loose strands, holding her mouth imprisoned tightly down over his tingling cock. He didn't want to give her a chance to get away! He wanted her to feel the ultimate debasement, to have her take all of his white hot cum into her belly.
Linda's cheeks bloated out as nearly the full length of Robert's enlarged penis slid into her throat. She was startled for a moment by his sudden viciousness, and she stopped the pumping motion of her fingers in her cunt for an instant, while she fought to regain her composure. It took all her effort to keep from gagging as the smooth rubbery head grew and became tremendously thick, but when she realized that he was about to have his orgasm, she again slammed her fingers into the tight passage of her cunt. She was nearly ready to climax herself, and she wanted to be at that point where he was. Her belly was on fire, and imagining in her mind his hot cum in her belly, was enough to set her off.
"Oohhh! Uuuggghhh!" Bill's father couldn't hold back for another second, and arching his hips upward, he tensed for a sensational moment, then as if finally on the right track, his sperm began the wild dash for the tip of his penis, up the urethra tube, and splashing with tremendous force from the exploded head buried deep in her throat. His son's girl's mouth seemed to swell out from the tremendous torrent of liquid, and her Adam's apple bobbed up and down wildly in a desperate attempt to keep up with the gushing liquid. It was sensational! Robert thought he could go on with this until he had completely filled her hot little belly with his wildly spewing seminal fluid, and he drove his hips up into her mouth again and again as his sperm pumped crazily down her throat and into her belly.
Having to gulp quickly to stay up with her rapidly filling mouth, Linda held her hand still for a moment while she concentrated on the spewing column. Then as if the taste and smell of the hot liquid acted like a trigger, she drove her dual fingers deep back inside her clasping cunt, and her own womb burst with orgasmic fire, her belly jerking spasmodically as she began her orgasm. Everything for her at that moment was like a combined fury of events rolled into one, and she sucked wildly on the erupting cock in her mouth while flying high in her own selfmade climax.
The lounge chair nearly collapsed before Bill's father ran dry of his cum, yet his excitement was so great that his cock remained hard inside Linda's gulping mouth. She was whining a high streak through it all, and only then did Robert see her liquid pussy spilling out wetly around her deeply-bui-ied fingers. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever laid eyes on, and he made up his mind right then and there to continue the act.
Linda's belly jerked several times in the dying throes of her orgasm, and then she finally pulled her soaked fingers from her warm cunt. Then at the same moment, she raised her head up from Robert's groin, her tongue licking at the white cum that still clung to the long column of flesh.
"Mmmmm!That was nice!" Linda cooed, and she wiggled her right hand fingers that were still pressed into the crevice of his buttocks. The sensation of her fingers against his anus made his cock jerk, in spite of the wild sucking he'd just had, and she looked up at him, a knowing smile on her face. She wrapped her left hand around the still-hard base of the cock, her fingers feeling warm from the liquid of her cunt that clung to them, and she stroked his penis with slow and sensual deliberation.
"It's your turn now!" Robert said quietly after a moment of silence.
"Just what do you have in mind?" Linda was closely examining the slowly-renewing penis in her hand, and she wormed her finger in harder against his anus to speed up the rejuvenation process. Her thoughts were filled with all sorts of lewd images, any one of which would be satisfactory with her, but she waited for Robert's answer to her question.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"You've got the cutest little ass I've ever seen in action!" Bill's father watched his son's girl friend's expression, and he was sure that she understood then what else he wanted of her.
Chapter 7
His old familiar bed felt good, and Bill was ready to get to sleep. But he couldn't turn off the thoughts that had plagued him since early that evening. He just couldn't understand why he had told his parents that Linda was his fiancee. Somehow at the time it seemed necessary but it certainly wasn't true or what he wanted. He felt that he was far too young to be married, and he had a lot of schooling left before he wanted to even contemplate marriage. He just wasn't ready! Yet, like a damn fool he had bluntly blurted it out, and then Linda had told him that she was happy. The whole thing made him feel trapped, and he searched his mind for a way to undo what he had done.
"Shit!" Bill exclaimed out loud in the darkness of his bedroom. Sitting up in his bed, he blinked his eyes several times, scolding himself for not being able to rid himself of the thoughts. He had to admit that he liked fucking Linda, she was one helluva piece, but that wasn't what he wanted then. He didn't have to get married to get laid!
Bill realized that his cock was growing hard just thinking about the incident by the pool that day, and it occurred to him that he might be able to sneak into her room after his folks were asleep. Then he could get her in bed like he had been hoping to do since he met her. She certainly had a nice tight little pussy, and she looked damn nice, too. He thought Linda was just a little hard in her appearance, possibly enough so that she would look much older in a few years. She wouldn't keep a youthful appearance like his Mom. Hell, it would be practically impossible to find a girl as attractive as her. He always felt that his mother was the best looking girl he knew, and it was still true, even though he'd committed himself to Linda.
Bill lay down again, closing his eyes tightly to force himself to think about sleep. There was no point in planning a trip to Linda's bed that night, since he really didn't want to try anything with his parents so close. It was too risky, and anyway, he felt he would for sure then be stuck with his proposal, however indirect it was, and have to marry Linda. He knew there was some way out of his dilemma, but for the moment he couldn't put his finger on it. There was plenty of time to worry about that in the morning!
Bill wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep or not, but he was totally awake when he heard the voices coming up through his window. Someone was outside by the pool which seemed odd since he had thought everyone had gone to bed. Getting up, Bill walked to his open window, and the reflected light on the swimming pool told him that there were lights on in the family room. He leaned partly out the window, but the jutting roof of the covered patio that etxended into the yard made it impossible for him to see who the voices belonged to. One thing was certain, it was both a male and a female outside next to the pool! Bill turned his head slightly to see if he could pick up any words, but the sounds that came to his ears were muffled incoherencies. It seemed like two people were engaged in some kind of sexual play, and Bill figured it had to be his parents. Hell, maybe they have changed .since college started!
Turning away from the window, Bill realized that the opportunity for him to go to Linda's room had presented itself, and his cock lurched up with the thoughts going through his head. He was anxious to get into her cunt again, and it seemed like a better idea with each passing second. He went to the foot of his bed where he had left his robe, and he pulled it over his naked body. Then he walked to the door, opened it quietly, and slipped out down the hall, toward Linda's bedroom.
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The bedroom seemed stifling, but Susan wasn't sure if it was her or the temperature of the air. Her inflamed body had refused her the luxury of sleep, and she was trying desperately not to give her body what it wanted. From the moment she'd heard Bill and Linda in the hall, she had lain in her large bed, her finger of her right hand pushed between the soft folds of her vagina. Her clitoris was throbbing with aroused passion, but she had fought the urge to massage it, bringing herself the relief she needed. Yet, as time passed, her hand seemed to involuntarily rub the hardened nerve end, and she was soon caught up in her masturbation.
Susan felt she had at last become the wanton whore she always knew she was as she raised and lowered her hips, bringing her passion to greater and greater heights. Her finger felt inadequate for the job she wanted to perform, but she worked feverishly at her moistened cunt, hoping for at least some minor relief. It was school-girlish, lewd and filthy, but she couldn't stop her finger from giving her the sensations that could bring her to climax. Her hips kept raising higher and finally her fingertip was just at the opening to her womb. It was warm and wet with her own fluids, and she probed her finger around the opening, teasing herself into more of a frenzy. Her self-imposed resistance gradually went away, and she resigned herself to taking care of her own needs.
"Ooohhh!" Bill's mother moaned out loud as she slid her long middle finger up into the tight smooth warmth of her cuntal passage. She shoved it deep, as far as it would go inside, and she pressed her palm hard against her spread groin, half-expecting her climax to come immediately. Her belly was on fire, a raging inferno of lust, and she added another finger inside her clasping passage, her will to have an orgasm taking over her entire thoughts. Pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt, she saw all the lewd acts she had seen in the short span of two weeks, and the dominating image was still that of her son on top of his nakedly twisting young girl friend. She could clearly remember how his large surprisingly huge penis had been hammering into her cunt, and it made her even more excited. Yet at the same time she felt that her fingers were inadequate, instruments that couldn't really take care of her burning belly. She needed a cock, a lust-hardened man's cock that could fuck her until she screamed and screamed for it to stop! Her strange passion was insane,, and she began to hope that her husband would come to bed and give her an even better fucking that he had done in Mexico. It was her only hope for release, she was convinced. Yet, Susan drove her fingers into her cunt with increasing fury, each thrust making her more and more excited. Then just as she thought she might be on the verge of an orgasm, she heard footsteps coming down the hall toward her room. Panicked, she slipped her fingers out of her hungry pussy, and she pulled the blanket almost over her head. She felt that she had to act like she was sound asleep.
"Mom?"
It was Bill? Susan wasn't sure if she should respond right away, but then she suddenly realized that he might need her. Before she could say anything, Bill spoke again, and she recognized an outward urgency in his tone of voice.
"Are you awake, Mom?" Bill took several steps into the dark room, sure that he could see the outline of someone in the bed.
"Bill, what's wrong?!" Susan said, acting like she had awakened from sleep, though her belly was screaming with passion from her self-manipulations.
Still trying to put everything in his mind together, Bill quickly thought out the steps he'd just taken. He'd gone to Linda's room fully expecting to find her there, but it had been empty. It occurred to him that she might be in some other part of the house, but then he remembered that his parents were outside by the pool, possibly engaged in sex. He was sure that Linda wouldn't be downstairs, but then he was struck by the thought that it might not be his parents down there, either. He had decided to check their bedroom before looking downstairs, and when he had opened the door, he saw that someone was, in fact, lying there.
"I don't know, Mom! I mean ... couldn't you hear the noise from the backyard?" Bill didn't know exactly what to say to his mother. He was also busy thinking about keeping his robe away from his body, otherwise, his halfhard cock could show beneath it.
"I'm sure its nothing, Bill! Your father is downstairs, and he's probably gone for a swim!" Susan wondered why Bill seemed so nervous, especially the way he was keeping his robe from draping against him. She was suddenly reminded of having observed him naked that day, and for a moment she was distracted by her imagination seeing through his robe.
"Well ..." It all suddenly hit him, the whole possibility of what it was he had overheard from his bedroom window. The words just blurted out from his mouth. "Christ, Mom! I think Dad is down there fucking Linda!"
It took a moment for Susan to register what Bill had said, but then she was shocked and surprised. "Bill! Really, that's nothing to be saying to me; I'm sure that you were just imagining the whole thing!"
Bill wasn't paying any attention, as he was quickly putting the possibilities together in his mind. It had to be his father and Linda! It just fit all the way! He'd seen the way they had looked at each other earlier, and Linda's absence from her room added up. "I just went to Linda's room and she wasn't in there! I tell you, Mom, they are out in the yard together!" Bill didn't realize that he had just confessed that he had gone to Linda's room.
Susan was totally confused by her son's seemingly unwarranted concern with some noises from the backyard, but when he mentioned going to Linda's room, she felt a tinge of jealousy like she had earlier. Still she couldn't believe that Linda would be so wanton as to go after Robert, too! It just didn't seem possible! All of the consequences of that possibility passed through Susan's mind like a lightning bolt. It would show Biil what a bitch his young girl friend really was if what he was saying was true, but it would also turn him against his father. Her husband with their son's young girl friend, no it couldn't be real! Yes, if it was, Susan suddenly realized that the only thing that mattered was her saving her son from the girl ... any girl! The thought of Bill's possible alienation with his father didn't matter, not if Robert was really involved with Linda. Then too, there would be an added benefit. Susan knew that she would have to be the one to remain cool, the one to keep Bill protected from a horrible experience.
"You stay here, Bill," Susan said, getting out of the bed. She didn't realize that her robe was still open in front, that her breasts were standing out firmly between the material. Instead she was only thinking about her son, and protection for him! She walked across the room to where he stood, and she very gently placed her arm around him. He backed away afraid that his still hardened young cock would be exposed, but Susan walked on past him. "You go on to bed. I'm sure that everything is all right!"
Bill nodded that he understood, but he was thinking about what he had just seen. His mother's body was fantastic, even in the dim light he could make out the great form of her full breasts, jutting beautifully out from her chest so proudly. The nipples were fully erect, and he was sure that she was excited over something. He turned to watch her go down the hall, and then he followed as far as his bedroom door. He'd wait for a few minutes at least, but if his mother didn't return right away, he was going to go downstairs and see what was happening there for himself.
At the top of the stairs, Susan pulled her robe tightly around her full, curvaceous body, then slowly descended, step by step, as quietly a: possible. She didn't want to be heard by anyone, especially since she was sure that she was going to interrupt something special. Just what it was, however, she didn't know.
At the entrance to the family room, Susan hesitated, then looked into the room from a vantage point that afforded her shelter from anyone's view. The room was empty! Then she heard a moaning sound from outside in the yard, and for a moment, she panicked. It almost sounded like someone was hurt, and she had visions of finding her husband lying on the ground, a knife in his back. But the sound came again, and this time she was sure it wasn't a moan of pain, but a moan of joy. Moving silently, she walked into the room, inching her way up to a spot by a window that gave her the best view of the yard.
"Ooohh!" Susan caught her cry of surprise with her hand over her mouth. Her mind was filling with sudden flashing images, Mexico, the nightclub, the man with his giant cock rammed up the girl's defenseless young rectum. But this time it was different! It was her husband, and the girl was her son's fiancee! Bill had been so right!
"Oooouuuu! Yyyeeesssss! Fuck me in the asssss, daddyyyy!" Linda was bent over on the lounge, her shorty nightgown bunched up way around her neck while her breasts swayed with rolling motions beneath her. Her buttocks were up in the air, and Robert's huge cock was slamming in and out of her tight young anus with tremendous force. They both were completely immersed in their lewd perverse act, neither one caring if they were heard or not. Bill's father's fingers massaged the quivering white moons of Linda's soft, wildly rotating buttocks, as his granite-hard cock ground deep inside her widestretched rectum. She was grunting and mewing from the pleasure and pair., and then ramming the buttocks back against his hard driving column as if begging for more.
Susan froze to the spot where she stood, her mind a whirling mass with multitudes of consequences, images, sexual perversions! My God, she thought, I'm watching my own husband fucking a girl just like the man in Mexico did! She knew she should be horridly sickened by the lewd performances facing her eyes, but all she felt was a tremendous surge of heat, a quickening of her own pulse as her whole body shuddered with remembered pleasures. Her eyes narrowed to the point where her husband's and her son's girl friend's bodies joined, the tight pinkish-browning orifice stretched wide around the thickness of rock-like flesh, and Susan felt her own cunt helplessly secreting a continual flow of her passion juices. The hairlined slit of her pussy was soaked, and she felt the impossible sensations of deiight tingling her clit and sensitive nipples. Watching her husband sodomizing their son's future wife aroused her to such a high state of passion that she knew she had to find release, and find it soon!!!
Robert was slamming his cock into Linda's anus with greater and greater fury, and Linda was moaning continually, her buttocks moving in tiny hungry circles as she raised her hips up to him. She reached back under her lust-bat tered body, her fingers extended, and she suddenly wormed three of them up into her moist pussy. She would feel her fiance's father's driving cock through the thin walls separating the two passages, and she took up his rhythm with her own-fingers, jamming her cunt while her rectum was pounded mercilessly with his hard driving flesh.
"Oooohhh, Godd!" Susan thought, her body shaking from the torrents flashing in her mind. Her hands moved between the now-open front of her robe, at once cupping her full breasts, and she rolled the hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, shivering with the sensations. Her whole body was on fire like never before in her life, and she couldn't stop her own self-indulgency! Nothing else mattered anymore but to be satisfied, to have the sexual fulfillment that she had always needed. She had completely forgotten about her son, Bill, forgotten about her reason for having come downstairs in the first place! Then, as if guided by an invisible force, her right hand dropped down over her smooth trembling belly, down over the fuzzy pubic hair covering her curving vaginal mound, and her fingers slid ceaselessly along the excited wet slit, coming to rest on the erect bud of her clitoris. She began to rock with silent pleasure, watching Robert and the young girl in their lewd coupling, and her finger moved faster and faster over her wildly throbbing clitoris, send ing even more rapturous pleasure rippling over her quivering belly.
Bill's patience had run out. He had begun to think that his mother had gotten into some trouble, and anyway, he wanted to see for himself just what all the noise was about. He couldn't wait calmly upstairs when his mind was filled with all sorts of visions, sexual visions of numerous variety. He just knew that something was happening between his father and his fiancee even though he doubted that Linda would instigate anything sexually. But the reasons didn't really matter.
Walking as quietly as he could, Bill went down the stairs two at a time, then reaching the ground floor, he moved swiftly toward the family room. He knew that was the best place to check the outside, and he had seen that the lamp was on when he'd looked out his bedroom window earlier. At the door to the family room he paused, seeing his mother standing by the window across the room, and for a moment he thought she was motionless. It was obvious she was looking at something outside, and Bill wanted to see, too. He moved through the room, each step silent so he wouldn't distract Susan and be sent away before he could look. There was a feeling of tension in the room that seemed to radiate from nowhere in particular, and Bill moved toward the window until he was just a few feet away from his mother. It was then that he saw what Susan was looking at, and his heart leapt into his throat! Sonofabitch! It was his father fucking Linda! Not just fucking her, but damn, right up in her wildly gyrating ass! It was the most sexual thing Bill had ever seen in his life, and he totally forgot that it was his girl friend his father was fucking. In the back of his mind he felt relieved, as he knew instinctively that he was freed from his obligation, his commitment that he'd so stupidly made that afternoon. Linda was again just a good piece of ass, and no longer his fiancee! His cock lurched under his robe, an erection beginning immediately as he stared at the wild motions of his father and Linda. Several moments passed before Bill realized that his mother was probably terribly hurt by her discovery, and he wanted to comfort her. He turned toward her, for the first time noticing that her body was rocking precariously and she was fondling herself down between her legs!
Susan was about to worm her middle finger into her soaking wet pussy, when she suddenly felt that someone was near her. She was afraid to turn around, afraid that she would see something she didn't want to face, but then her fears were compounded by the voice that spoke softly to her.
"Mom ... Don't be upset ..." Bill moved toward her, his arms outstretched to hold her, comfort her from the crushing scene beyond the window. He forgot about his erect penis, his mother's exposed body, as somehow the sexual atmosphere that prevailed took over his mind.
Susan half-turned to face her son, once again her open robe forgotten as she wanted to protect him from the bizarre event in the yard. "Bill! Don't look!" Susan whispered, her voice trembling from her excitement, and she reached out, pulling her son close to her breast.
"God, Mom! They're really going at it ... They're enjoying it ... so much!" Bill was still looking at the lewd frenzied coupling of his father and the girl he was supposed to marry, their bodies rolling together in nearclimactic heights, and Linda's buttressed groin was gushing with the warm liquid fluids of animal excitement.
Susan wanted to say something ... anything that might be comforting to her young son, but her throat seemed shut as he pressed against her body. She could feel his erect cock pushing against her burning loins, the large livid cock of a man, not a boy, and she was filled with dizzying waves of unfulfilled lust.
"Mom, I ..." Bill wasn't quite sure as to what to say, his whole purpose suddenly disturbed and a flooding new desire taking hold of him. He looked in Susan's eyes, and there was an unmistakable sign of sexual arousal deep within them.
"They're enjoying it," Susan found herself breathing heavily, and she wasn't sure if she was trying to justify the act to Bill, or merely making an observation. She had realized suddenly that her son was also aroused, that he not only was able to stand there watching his own father fuck his fiancee in the rectum, but that he got some perverted pleasure out of it, just as she did. She couldn't deny his sexual awakening, couldn't ignore the hard shaft that was pressing ever harder into her -loins! He was a desirable, virile, male excited by his own mother's nearness. Susan lost all control of self then, consumed by the forces of her latent lust, and was boiling inside, the power of her emotional head making her squeeze her gushing pussy together with her thighs.
"Bill ... we ..." Susan tried desperately to fight off the mounting passion as she realized what she was thinking. It was wrong ... wrong, with her own son! But her cunt was on fire!
Almost unconsciously, Bill's hands were digging into her full breasts, kneading them until the flesh squeezed out between his fingers. His cock seemed bigger than he'd thought possible, and he wanted his mother's hand around it, holding it ... putting it inside ... her pussy! His eyes were still on the coupling going on outside, and he had to have his own cock fucking into a cunt ... any cunt! "Mom ... I ... We ... have to ... Ch God, I want to fuck you!"
His words echoed like a key to her entire life inside Susan's head, and she suddenly felt wildly free. She realized what had been the root of her sexual problem all along, why she had shut out the physical advances of even her husband! It was all because she wanted Bill, wanted his young penis for herself, and her repressing of the desire had made her turn off her body to even her husband! Now suddenly she was overwhelmed with her new freedom of thought, and she reached for her son's penis, wrapping her hand around the hard flesh, squeezing it tightly. Was it wrong? Was what she wanted really wrong? Didn't it make her feel more like a woman than she had ever felt? Yes, dear god, YESSS!
Bill clenched Susan to him, his lips showering her with tenderness and compassion and sexual desire. She felt his throbbing hard cock with her fingers, pulling and stroking it, melting with the fantastic passion welling up in her body. She had to have him right away ... now., Susan threw her arms back, letting her robe fall to the floor at her feet, her sensual body completely nude and exposed to her son's gaze. Then Bill's robe fell too, and he stood before her, his rigid shaft long and hard, jutting straight out from his groin, and she wanted to caress all of his young, muscular body with her lips, and loins. She knelt down on the floor, pulling her son with her, and the image of her and Bill writhing in sexual intercourse as they surely would be-added immensely to the forbidden sensuality.
Bill knelt down between his mother's widespread thighs, and he ran his hands gently up the inner flesh, slowly moving them toward the wet warmth of her pussy. "You're ... you're so beautiful, Mom!" His fingers found the pink curving slit of her hungry vagina, and he brushed the tips across the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, causing Susan to gasp out loud from the sensation.
"Ooohh, yyyeeeesss, darling!" Susan felt like she was going to burst from the pressure in her belly as she felt her son's fingers probing into the tight opening of her hotly clasping vagina. His face was pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts, and his mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending electric sensations racing through her entire body. There couldn't be any waiting, any time for second thoughts about what they were doing. All that mattered was having each other, body joined to body for the ultimate physical pleasure. As if all of their motions had been choreographed in advance, Bill was suddenly on his back, Susan, thighs wide apart and kneeling on either side of his young hips, was hovering sensually above him. His giant swollen penis was jutting straight up toward her moist splayed pussy, and Susan held it tightly in her hand, moving the smooth rubbery head back and forth to part the hairlined slit of her hungry cunt.
"God, Mom! I've got to fuck you now!" Bill moaned. He arched his hips up from the floor, trying desperately to drive his blood-swelled cock into the slick, clasping passage of his mother's vagina.
"Yyyeeesss! Darling, yeesss!" Susan hissed, and she reached down with one hand to part the lips of her passion-drenched pussy. She hesitated only an instant, one single slow moment before she ground her boy's cock against her cunt, expanding the tightly resisting lips to the almost tearing point!
"OOOOHHHH, GGGODDDD! AAGGHHH!" Susan screamed as she felt the huge column lurch inside her, filling her cuntal passage far more than she had expected from her young son's cock. Bill leaned up to watch his hardened cock thrust up into her pulsating vagina. With one huge hot surge, he buried it all the way up inside her, his cock sending out the total fantastic sensation of her liquid depths to every part of his lust-excited body. "OOhh!" Susan screamed, feeling each and every wrinkle of his thick member as it filled her to nearly bursting size .... She had no idea it would be so big, so good, so sensational, and she ground her pelvis down on his loins, wanted to be fucked hard by her wonderful son.
Bill's father was about then to reach orgasm when he heard the loud scream of pleasure. His cock was sunken to the hilt in his son's fiancee's tight little rectum, his balls nearly bursting with his boiling sperm, while Linda pumped her cunt with her fingers like a wild animal. Then he heard the second scream, and it suddenly dawned on him that it had been the voice of his wife. She was near, Susan had to be near! He half-turned, expecting to see his wife standing right behind him, but all he saw was the back of her head through the window of the family room. She had to be on the floor, and it looked like... God! ... it looked like ....
"Don't stop! Give it to meeeeeee!" Linda screamed as she crazily ground her buttocks back against her future father-in-law's burgeoning cock. She was in a sexual frenzy like she had never before felt, and Bill's father had suddenly, for some reason, stopped his pounding battering fucking of her asshole. "OOOhh, daddddyyy! Ppleeeassse don't stoppp!" Linda moaned, but Robert wasn't listening.
Sonofabitch! Robert couldn't believe what he was seeing through the window into the house. Susan was in some kind of sexual coupling on the floor, he was sure! But who with? Who WITH? He couldn't stand it, and in spite of the pressure in his balls, Robert had to find out! He pulled his nearly-exploding cock from the depths of Linda's rectum, making a loud sucking noise as he backed away.
"Wait! Ooohh, God! Wait!" Linda screamed, but she was ignored as she saw Robert running toward the house when she turned around. All she could think to do was to follow after him.
"Goddamn!" Robert yelled, his eyes unbelieving as he stared down at his wife and son on the floor. Susan was straddled over Bill's groin, riding up and down his tremendously hardened column like a wild whore! They were both so engrossed in their incestuous fucking, that they hardly noticed that Robert was standing above them. Linda came up behind Bill's father, her nightgown still bunched around her neck, and she also stared in amazed wonder. Linda almost started to laugh, but instead, she grabbed Robert, held on to him suddenly afraid he would do something he would regret later.
"It's beautiful! Leave them alone! They're enjoying each other in the most beautiful way possible!" Linda pulled at Robert's arm as she spoke, her words suddenly seeming far more intelligent than Robert would have ever guessed. His fury, his initial explosive reaction was gone, but it was replaced by waves of anguished guilt. He was to blame for the depraved act going on in front of him. It was apparent that they had both witnessed his fucking Linda, his son's future wife, and he was every bit as guilty for their act as they were. His own depraved thinking and selfishness had led to it. "Christ! What have I done?"
Susan was completely engrossed in the pleasures pouring from her womb as her son's hardened young cock pounded deep, deep up into her open cunt. Every inch felt like an answer to all she had ever wanted, the total fulfillment of her mind and body! Her passion was beyond understanding reality, yet when she heard her husband's anguished cry, her senses focused immediately and recognized his presence. Through the lust-implanted veil in her mind, she realized that she was -hurting him, and she didn't want that, she didn't want him feeling guilty! It was incomprehensible that anything so beautiful could make another human sad, and Susan wanted to have her husband, too! She wanted to feel him inside her body at the same time she was experiencing her son's lovely driving young cock.
The words issued out of Susan's mouth like a distant voice from another world. "Robert! Darling, I want you ... fuck me ... fuck my asshole!"
"Ummmmmm! Aaaggghhh!" their son wailed in unintelligible agreement with her.
Robert was dumbstruck for a moment, his mind reeling with the words coming from his wife, but then he was being pushed towards them, Linda was pushing him to the wife and son! His cock was still fully erect from the interrupted fucking of Linda, and suddenly he felt that it was all he could do to keep from cumming all over his wife's beautiful bucking body. Yes! ... That was it! ... he'd fuck her in the ass while their son's cock fucked her cunt! He'd fuck her like the scene he'd made her witness in Mexico, and like he had been doing to their son's girl friend but moments be fore! He lunged at the puckered little anus nestled between his wife's hungrily gyrating buttocks.
Susan was ready as she had reached back with her hands to spread wide the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks for her husband. Bill's pulsating cock was tearing at her cervix, causing her to grunt, and wanting him to fuck her even harder. Then she felt her husband's finger probing against her virgin anus, and the tight resistance building up as the tiny puckered lips clenched automatically together at his touch ... and then, she felt a slight popping sensation signalling the tiny ring of flesh giving way, and Susan leaned forward, forcing her muscles to relax.
"Aaagggghhhhh!" she squealed as his finger wormed up into her rectum, and the pain continued as he worked it salaciously around to stretch her anus for the greater entry to come. The combination of pleasure-pain that racked her body was overwhelming, and she fucked back against the two instruments, wanting with all her heart to have their two cocks fucking into her. Within seconds, Robert pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her buttock cheeks pressed wide apart by his thumbs, and then a tremendous pressure of smooth rubbery flesh against her anus. "Oh, God! It hurts! It hurtsss!" Susan groaned, but she bravely pushed her hips back nonetheless, Robert held her by the shoulders as he shoved hard forward, his large cock stiff and eager to be inside her burning rectum. Susan held her breath as the smooth rubbery head popped in suddenly through the tight elastic ring, and her husband shoved the entire length of his great member up to its hair-covered hilt in the warm dark tunnel running parallel to her cack-filled vagina.
"AAAaaaaggghhhhh!" Susan cried out in agony as the searing pain streaked through her body, but then seconds later her cries turned to wild abandoned ecstasy as she felt both cocks buck and jerk inside her at the same time. She groaned aloud as both husband and son skewered her naked body like a, helpless ragdoll between them, their cocks only separated by the thin fleshy membrane dividing the twin passages up between her legs. They began to fuck into her in unison, their timing somehow coming together as they both withdrew their cocks until only the heads remained inside her. Her husband's was held by the tightly clenched sphincter muscle ring of her anus, and her son's by the pink-rimmed lips of her insatiable cunt. They both suddenly rammed forward simultaneously, driving deep up inside her quivering bowels, and their stiffness pushed against each other along the parallel channels of her cunt and rectal passages.
"Ooohhhh! More! My darlings, MORE!" Susan moaned.
They gave her more, fucking her almost crazy with a constant rhythm which turned her body into a raging torrent of magnificent fire. Again and again they pounded against her widespread cunt and asshole, each to its separate orifice, each working together. She didn't want the orgy to end. Never ... NEVER!
Linda stayed back, leaving the family to do their own thing together, but she was compelled to take care of her own needs, too. She had never seen anything like the sheer lust before her now, and it made her own belly burn with such tremendous intensity, that she dug her fingers into her cunt, pumping furiously in time to the two cocks driving inside her future mother-in-law. Their fucking was becoming faster and faster, all of them grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as they neared orgasm and Linda stared wide-eyed, seeing Susan's full breasts swinging from the force of the two cocks, her mouth open, tongue licking furiously around and around her red lips. The whole bizarre scene was so overwhelming, that Linda felt her own release coming upon her with fantastic force.
Susan was out of her mind as she felt the growing spasms in her belly building and building to greater intensity. Never had anything been so wonderful, her son and husband fucking her naked body at the same time with their huge cocks, filling her groin with their flesh! Suddenly Bill drove his cock deep into her contracting cunt, the thick head swelling up to fan tastic proportions, and he grunted and twisted beneath her.
"Ooohh, I'm goingg ... to ... ccuummmm!" Susan felt the first white hot burst of cum strike her womb like a sizzling bolt of pleasure, her son's cock spewing his cum deep inside her belly, and then her husband shoved his cock hard against her wild, clenching rectum, the head expanding, expanding to suddenly explode.
"Aaaaagggghhhh! I'mmm cuummmiinngg!" Susan's body erupted with her own climax the instant she felt the hot liquid filling her bowels and belly. Robert's cock jerking wildly as it squirted out his orgasm. She rammed down the two raging instruments, her body a violent volcano of orgiastic thrills. The force was unbelievable, and she yelled again, bucking and heaving as the last spurts of semen filled both her cunt and anus. Never had she thought there was so much pleasure from sex, from anything on earth! Their bodies were nakedly fused together, a wild tangle of arms, legs, cocks, and a cunt, as their combined orgasms exploded them into another dimension, another time, another place.
Chapter 8
Susan stretched her arms out, a long yawn keeping her mouth open for a long second, then she rolled over in the big bed. The sheets were cool in the other side, and she felt them caressing her naked body like a gentle northern breeze. She shook the last vestiges of sleep from her mind, pleased that Robert hadn't awakened her when he left early. She remembered that it was Sunday, the day he and Bill went out to the golf course early, and she smiled inwardly, knowing that Robert would come home complaining about the money he lost to Bill. She would hear the usual story about his being too good a teacher, and Bill would say that he only had a run of bad luck. That had gone on every Sunday since the beginning of summer, and Susan was really pleased at how well they were getting along.
Susan was happy, happier than she thought possible, and she hummed to herself with pleasure. Everything had worked out well since that eventful night of their return from Mexico several weeks in the past. It was hard to tell just exactly how long it had been, as she was living in an entirely different way each day. Days took on new meaning, and she was living each and every second of them to the fullest. She and Robert had at last come together as man and wife, and their sex had become wild and abandoned, something more wonderful with each passing day. The love in her family had grown to magnificent proportions, love that encompassed feeling, and sensitivities, which knew no bounds.
Susan had no misconceptions about her family being special or different, but it was the way they all wanted things to be. She sat slowly up in bed, running her hands slowly over her smooth breasts, and she felt the tiny sensations of instant response, her nipples hardening into erect little buds. She was still somewhat amazed at how easily her attitudes had changed, how simply her body had adapted to her new way of life. It was one of the many things that made her glow with newly-discovered happiness.
Balance! Susan thought, and she smiled openly as she realized how important that had become. They were a well-balanced family now, and it was another factor in its continuing strength. Taking another in as their own had made it all balance out to the perfect proportion.
The gentle tapping on her bedroom door made Susan drop her train of thought. "Come in," she said, her voice soft and low.
"It's Sunday! A beautiful day, I might add."
"Yes, Linda dear, a very beautiful day," Susan agreed and she held her arms open to receive Linda as she crawled into the bed beside her.