It wasn't Roseann's fault that she was a repressed woman. She didn't even know she had the symptoms. But the truth of the matter was, Roseann, like Messalina, had been married to a man who was not doing right by her physically, and as a result, she was becoming more and more frustrated with each passing day.
Leon Wallner was a good husband in every respect, and their marriage had worked out in every other way. In fact, as far as Leon was concerned, he was all right in the bed department. Oh, it wasn't great, and Leon fooled around a bit on the side. But then, wives weren't supposed to be great lays, or so Leon had been led himself to believe. He had surprised himself some eighteen-years earlier, attacking Roseann on a date. She had become pregnant, and as a result he had been forced to marry her.
Leon had been considerate and careful of her feelings from then on, and when she gave birth to a son, he was overjoyed. He wanted more sons, and tried very hard over the next eighteen years, but for some reason, Roseann's body just wasn't yielding any more children.
After eighteen years of marriage Roseann still had a svelte body. She was slender, but only where a woman ought to be slender. Her breasts were firm and round, and after all this time they stood as high as ever, with not the least hint of sag. She had large, full nipples, with very large roses, that always smelled of fresh springtime flowers. Everything about Roseann was perfect as far as Leon was concerned, and had he planned who his wife would have been, he would not have been able to plan better.
Every Tuesday night Leon went out to play poker with the boys. And what was more, he did play poker, though the games always ended an hour-and-a-half later than he expected. Not that Roseann was aware of what time he returned home. She was always fast asleep long before he was in the house.
The funny thing was, Roseann loved Leon. After all these years she had learned to like, and then to love her husband. Not that she had ever forgiven him for actually raping her on their first date, but by the same token she never let him know that she still thought about it. After all, they had a seventeen-year-old son, Bob, whom she loved and -adored more than any mother was able to love a son. Without realizing it, Roseann loved Bob too much.
On Tuesday nights, when Leon went out, and Bob was busy with his homework, Roseann would sit in front of the TV set and remember those days, not long ago, when she had been a prim and proper teenager. Yes, she had been brought up by parents every bit as strict as those of her husband, and as a result she believed a girl had to keep herself clean and pure for her wedding night, perhaps allowing a kiss now and again, but otherwise remaining totally chaste.
Leon had built himself quite a reputation in college as the man who took out virgins and brought home experienced girls. But until the particular night he had dated Roseann, he had always been careful. It was on that particular night that he found he was out of Trojans. The trouble was, he found it out when he was too far away from any drugstore.
When they had been younger, Leon had paid almost no attention to Roseann. She had been one of a dozen skinny kids on the block whom he had ignored while playing baseball with the guys. And when he'd gotten older and had started dating, she was still too young for him to even consider.
It wasn't until he was in his third year at college that Leon realized Roseann Miller was no longer a skinny little brat. She had flowered into a lovely woman, as had many of her girl friends. But most of her girl friends had the kind of personality to repel alligators. Not Roseann. She was as sweet as she appeared, and just as unaffected. Brown hair, brown eyes, full lips and white skin, she was stunningly beautiful.
It was toward the end of his final year in college that he asked her for that fateful date. Roseann, now eighteen, was thrilled to go out with one of the "big boys" she had idolized all the years she had been growing up. She had dated many other boys, and two or three were coming around on a semi-regular basis, content to date her on her own terms. She was going to be a great catch for the man who married her. She was one helluva cook, a fantastic homemaker, and it was obvious she'd be a great all-around wife and mother.
To Leon, she was just another cherry to be popped, and that was precisely what he had in mind the night he picked her up in the old station wagon, and took her to the drive-in movie. Unlike everyone else there, Leon didn't try pawing this girl, and Roseann was grateful he realized she was a lady. It made her relax and feel confident in his presence. Leon didn't even put an arm around her shoulder. He was content to hold her hand.
When the picture was over, instead of taking her to one of the drive-in hamburger places that the others frequented, he had taken her to a nice restaurant. It was the kind of treatment Roseann liked, and as a result lowered her guard even more. He ordered the best food for them, and after they had eaten, he made her sit in the restaurant for a good half hour, allowing the food to start digesting. Then, after she had gone to powder her nose, they got into his station wagon, and Leon drove around for awhile in what seemed like an aimless pattern. At one point, Roseann shifted her position and her skirt rode up revealing the pure whiteness of her thighs, and Leon almost drove the car into a ditch. But eventually he parked in the middle of an automobile graveyard. No one ever came there at that time of night, and his car blended in with all the rusting heaps. What made it especially good was the fact that there were rats meandering through the other cars, which meant no girl in her right mind wanted to get out and walk home.
Leon was as certain of Roseann's virginity. It was of his intention to relieve her of what he believed to be a debilitating condition. When he stopped the car, he suggested they squeeze together in the back, where the rear seat hat been pushed down to make a nice, comfortable flooring, especially with the blanket he had down there.
Roseann, not wanting him to think of her as a total prude, agreed to climb into the back with him, and the two of them curled up together for awhile, he with his head against her ever-firm breasts. Roseann didn't try to move his head because he wasn't lewdly rubbing it up and down. He was merely resting it. She relaxed even more, and they talked . . . small talk for the most part.
And then he moved his head up and kissed her for the first time, and Roseann liked it. She liked it more than she should have. He was gentle, his lips softly pressing against hers, as if they were kissing the petals of tulips that would snap off if pressed too roughly, and the pleasure began pouring through her. She was totally inflamed by the kiss, and it was more intense than anything she had felt from any other boy who had taken her out. But then, Leon wasn't like all those other boys she had dated. Leon was one of the special few boys she had always worshiped from afar. There was something totally breathtaking about the experienced way he handled her, and it made her gasp with shuddering delight. She decided she would enjoy the kiss, and even kiss back before making him stop. Then his tongue slid between her lips for the first time and she tasted it, thrilled at its wet slickness. The charge burst through her shuddering body like a current of sizzling electricity. Roseann backed away with a start.
"Please Leon," she murmured, as if afraid her voice was carrying beyond the confines of the car. Her tone of voice was like that of a scolding mother to a child. "I. . . want you to take me home, now."
"Not yet," he insisted, and kissed her more fervently, burning his lips to hers, searing her gums with the tip of his tongue.
"Mmmmmmphhhhhh!" she gasped, and pulled away. "I enjoyed the movie and the dinner, but that certainly doesn't give you the right to take advantage of me."
Leon enjoyed the way she phrased things, so much like this own mother. He threw his head back and laughed out loud. Yes indeed, he was taking advantage of her all right. He was intent on fucking her.
"Roseann, we went to the movies because I like movies. We had dinner because we were hungry and wanted to eat. There's a reason for everything. And now we're here because we like being with one another."
Had any other boy said this to her, Roseann would have slapped his face and insisted he take her home immediately. But there was something about Leon that made her want to stay with him longer. She enjoyed being with him, cradling his head, kissing him, and whenever he spoke to her she tingled all over. He was so much more mature than most of the boys she dated. Well, he was in college, almost finished, so there was no reason for her to worry about him.
She looked straight into his eyes as he looked up at her, and suddenly she felt he was no longer merely looking at her. At least, he was no longer looking at what was visible. He appeared to be looking through her clothing, at the breasts against which his head and face had been resting. It was as if his very eyes were fondling her nakedness, and she felt a chill shoot through her. She looked around, and for the first time realized just where they were parked.
"Why did you insist on coming here?" she asked, feeling very timid and frightened.
Leon pressed his cheek into the roundness of her breasts, and thought how he'd love to squeeze them in his hands like ripe cantaloupes. Out loud, he said, "Huh? What? What's wrong with this place?"
Roseann knew he was toying with her now, treating her as if she were still a little girl, and this made her hopping mad. She snapped, "You know where we are, Leon? Why did you pick this forsaken place? You think I'm a little girl who has to be babied. Well, I don't like it. Suppose you take me right home, right now.''
He was reaching up, cupping a hand around the back of her head, drawing her lovely face down to his. He loved her short, straight nose and the full, pouting lips. Her brown eyes sparkled with a vivacity he hadn't seen in the eyes of any other girl he'd ever dated. This one was someone special all right. He liked the idea that she didn't want to be treated like a child. Hell! He intended treating her like an adult, all right. He intended on fucking the pretty ass off her.
His breath was against her face, and his hand was pulling her head down as his lips moved closer to hers again. She felt the warm air coursing over her, and she shuddered. Her back was pressed against the rear of the front seat, and there was no way for her to really move, especially with his head pressing firmly against the lushly rounded protuberances of her full breasts. She felt a little afraid of him as his new kiss all but sucked the breath out of her. She shivered, not knowing what to do or think. "No more," she insisted. "Leave me alone."
He finally broke the kiss and said, "I'm not going to leave you all alone out here, honey, you know that. It doesn't matter where we are as long as we're together."
His penis twitched as he contemplated sinking it into her virgin cunt. It pushed against his pants, tenting his groin and stretching the cloth. He had to like her lively attitude and her air of so-called self-reliance, and he was glad her older brother was away at the other end of the country, himself in college. He didn't often screw the sisters of his friends, but this one was really special, and he had to have her. He knew her parents well enough to understand her upbringing, and though he was against hope for a simple seduction, he knew she'd struggle. That was the way she was. It would end up being a rape, though he wasn't worried about her telling her parents. She was much too "grown up" for something like that. He had the strangest premonition she was going to be different from all the other girls he had dated. He had fucked them once, maybe twice, and then he dumped them. But he intended seeing this one again. Roseann had that indefinable air of deliciousness about her that reached all the way into him, "I want to go home," she insisted. "I want to go home, this instant."
Somehow, she managed to slide out from under him, and she waited for him to climb into the front seat and help her over. But all the young man did was sit there, smiling at her, and there was something in his smile that frightened Roseann for the first time. Suddenly she no longer wanted to be out here, alone with Leon Wallner. There was something almost sinister about the way he was looking at her.
"Stay calm," he whispered.
"Leon, would you be good enough to take me home, now?"
"In a little while," he assured her. "There's one thing I want to do, first."
"What's that?" she asked, now more curious than afraid.
"Well, just so that the evening will be memorable for both of us, I think before we leave, we ought to fuck. I mean, just once, you understand. I'm not a hog."
He spoke without changing his facial expression even a little, and Roseann was totally taken aback by the alarming frankness of what he was saying to her. His words were echoing in her head, repeating themselves again and again, almost as if they didn't make sense. She stiffened from the very coarseness of what he was suggesting, and she had the strangest feeling he had not been joking with her.
"Leon," she scolded, "that really wasn't a very nice thing to say. Now you take that back, and then drive me home."
"I'll drive you home, all right," he nodded. "But not the way you think. I'm going to drive my cock home into your cunt," he told her, and for the first time, he moved. He reached out with both hands and gripped her breasts, squeezing the firmly rounded mounds, and static sizzled through his groin.
For an instant Roseann was only able to sit there with her knees tucked under her, staring with saucerrwide eyes, completely offguard by his sudden attack. His hands were actually squeezing her breasts, feeling the hardening buds of her nipples growing under her sweater. Her mother had insisted she put a cardigan on over her blouse because there was a chill in the air.
He ached to strip her completely naked and enjoy the lush sight of her beautiful body, but when his hands moved to unbutton her sweater, Roseann suddenly reacted.
Leon's bold, straight-forward approach had totally overwhelmed Roseann for the moment, catching her off-guard, but the instant he reached out and filled his hands with her lovely breasts she immediately snapped out of her daze, and she pushed at his arms, shouting, "No, Leon! How dare you!" and she continued to slap his hands away from her body.
Yes, it would have to be rape. He looked forward to it, in a way. She wasn't a prissy little cry baby who was afraid to fight for her body. Everything about her was so perfect. It was going to be a veritable pleasure to fuck her.
Roseann's heart was wildly pounding as uncontrollable fear began washing over her. She shuddered as terror ran rampantly through her vibrant body, feeling horror and stimulation at the same time. She was a virgin, and her mother had told her time and again, her husband was the only man permitted to touch her body. There was no way on earth she was going to permit Leon to wreak his kind of havoc with her. This was a four door station wagon, and since she was nowhere near the back door it was impossible for her to find a way out, just as it was impossible for her to jump into the front seat and get out by either of the two front doors. His hands were still reaching, keeping her own hands and arms busy. Her one thought was to somehow try and escape, but it was obvious he was overpowering her no matter how much she struggled.
Leon was through playing around. He wanted to get down to the serious business of fucking. His hard cock was throbbing so violently in his pants he was certain the organ would shortly tear its way through his underpants, and perhaps his pants, as well. He had to do something, and soon! Grabbing Roseann's wrists,, he twisted them behind her and held them there. He gripped both wrists with one hand, leaving his other hand free. He began unbuttoning her sweater, and when he had opened it completely, he jerked her blouse from inside the confines of her skirt and tugged up around her neck. The white, lacy material of her brassiere seemed to glow in the dimness, and he took the time to undo the snaps and then push it up. Her breasts stood out like Mount Everest, white with pink peaks, waiting to be climbed. Her nipples were already fully erect from the mixture of fear and arousal she was starting to fear. Yes, she felt arousal, though she fought it with every fiber of her being. She knew this was wrong, and somehow, in some way, she had to stop him. Her flesh shuddered, gleaming even more whitely and luminescently than the material of her brassiere.
"You're gorgeous," he gasped, his eyes, glued to the wonderful sight of her shimmering breasts as they stirred his soul as no other pair of breasts had ever done. He leaned down, still clutching her wrists behind her with one hand as she lay on the floor of the back of the wagon, and he opened his mouth preparing to suck her breast inside. She shuddered, knowing he wasn't the kind to settle for half-measures. He had said he intended fucking her, and Roseann knew Leon well enough to know that was precisely what he intended on doing.
Pressing his hungry face into her softly rounded flesh, he sucked a fully erect nipple between his teeth as his tongue licked around in furious haste. Then, hearing her moaned cry, he chewed the pink bud, biting down hard, making Roseann gasp and squeal with terror.
"No more, no more, please, Leon, if you like me a little bit you won't shame me this way. Please don't do this."
Roseann was more confused with every passing moment. All this that was happening to her was not only a horrible nightmare, but coming from the one man in the world she would never have expected to do something like this. The sensations caused by his mouth were driving her body wild, but she knew it was wrong. Even as she thrilled to the pleasure of his sucking lips on her nipple, she struggled. Her arms were aching terribly, trapped under her body and held by his one hand. She continued writhing in a futile try at freeing herself. His entire weight was pushing against her, and Roseann realized she did not have the strength to fight him off. His tongue was continually bathing her breast with heatedly wet kisses, and the overwhelming sensations which shuddered through her delicate body were causing her vagina to pulsate with a thrilling kind of sensation of which she had been totally unaware of, until now. Her entire interior was a bubbling swamp of flooding oil, and she knew she'd have to fight harder than ever, not only against him, but against the wants and desires of her inner body. Just why her body was on his side was something Roseann was unable to figure out, but she knew she had to fight against this wicked urge within her.
"No . . . Leon ... no ... no more . . . Leon . . . no . . . don't do this. ..." she begged, but her cries fell on deaf ears as the man was determined to bury the hard length of his throbbing cock in the softness of her lovely cunt. She was too aroused for him to resist, and he knew she was a truly sensuous woman in spite of her continued resistance. She was begging him to stop because of her upbringing, but deep down, he sensed the earthy woman in her, and he knew if he did get his hard cock plugged into her, it would eventually bring out that sensual female.
His hand reached under her skirt, running along the smoothness of her white thighs. She hadn't worn stockings that night, just bobby socks, and as his fingers pressed between her alabaster loins, he felt her warmth flooding up from within her. The sweet fragrance of her was like a tropical island in the south seas. He wanted to taste her in his mouth, to inhale her into his sinuses, to breathe her into his very lungs. He thrilled to her deliciousness more and more, aching to fuck his throbbing prick into the depths of her hot little cunt until she begged him for more, and more, and more.
Her lovely hips were wriggling and turning, doing their best to escape from his probing fingers, but he was able to press them between her thighs until his fingers made contact with the smooth, silky crotchband of her panties. By heaven, it was wet. He knew she was sensuous, and this proved it all right. He struggled with her, working his finger under the elastic legband that held the garment tightly to her. She continued struggling, and Leon, unable to control himself, tore out the crotchband. Now, her virgin cunt was naked and completely open to his grasp.
"Ohhh ... no .. . no . . . no . . . no . . ." she cried. "Please . . . don't do this . . . don't do this. . ." she begged, but her resistance was continuing to weaken. She felt a cool rush of air against her inner thighs as she continued struggling, and knew he had succeeded in ripping her panties from her body. Although she tried hard to slide out from under his crushing weight, he held her hard. He had moved between her thighs so that her legs were now held wide apart by his knees, and she was totally open to whatever assault he was planning on her body. She opened her mouth to protest again, then snapped her jaws shut as his fingers made electrical contact with her naked vagina. A shuddering thunderbolt of pleasure burst through her young body, stunning her.
Feeling the fine softness of her light-brown, sparse pelvic hair, Leon worked his fingers between her soft vaginal flanges and immediately found her clitoris. It was already hard and full-grown, almost as if the nubbin had anticipated his reaching down there. He compressed it between his thumb and forefinger, and this made Roseann cry out again. As far as she was concerned she was in agony, but Leon knew better. She was burning hot, but her gentle upbringing refused to allow her to admit as much. From the wetness seeping out of her vagina, it was obvious to Leon her body wanted his cock as much as he ached to feel her cunt surround his penis.
"Ohhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . no-no-no-no-no . . . plleeeaaassseee . . ." she continued shrieking and begging as she forced herself to prevent the awakening pleasure from building in her throbbing body. Her mind struggled valiantly in a determined effort to keep herself from feeling all the tingling sensations he was attempting to send through her body. The single uppermost thought in her mind was to keep Leon from carrying out his threat to rape her, and as each second passed, she was certain it became impossible. He was like an insane ram attacking an ewe, and in spite of her constant attempts to free herself, there simply was no way. He had her completely pinned down. Her brain flooded with anger as the terrible realization came to her that her position was hopeless. For the first time in her life, and probably the only time in her life, she felt a hatred toward Leon because he was playing her body against her brain, and her body was winning out. The thrills that slammed through her every tingling nerve continued multiplying, one on top of the other, and her vagina' continued pulsating, emitting more and more of the heated lubricating fluids. The entire blanket beneath her was soaking wet from her secretions.
Sucking hungrily on her full breasts, Leon continued to delve with his fingers, working them through the tenderly soft folds of Roseann's slurpy vagina as he felt her resistance to his assault suddenly give way.
No, no, no! her mind screamed, knowing she would never be able to live with herself after this.
Leon felt how internally hot she was even if she wasn't aware of it. Sheeesh! She was just about the hottest little cunt he'd ever known and he wanted to really join himself to her. He was confident she was going to be the greatest lay he'd ever known, and he forced his middle finger lower between the simmering pink lips of her shuddering vagina. Somehow he managed to find the tight little virgin entryway to her vaginal temple. He probed carefully with his finger, inside her smooth elastic mouth, finding it deliriously warm and drenched, and no longer able to restrain himself, he wormed the finger into her narrowly pulsating passageway, feeling the slithery slick, tightly resisting walls grab solidly at his moving digit.
"Oh no!" she begged. "Please... please... please. . d-o-o-o-n'ttt. ..."
Roseann realized her body had completely surrendered to what the man was doing, but her mind was insistent. She knew there would never be a return to the point where everything had started.
She was going to lose her virginity to the hands of this man she had idolized as a youth. He had become a rapist, and though she hated the idea, she was physically enjoying it. Her hot cunt was sending all kinds of shudderingly pleasant vibrations into the throbbing pit of her trembling belly, and she felt as if she was going to fall to pieces. Oh this was so wrong. Why then, wasn't she able to stop it? His finger was causing all kinds of shuddering bursts to explode in her. . . bursts she would never again feel with Leon in future moments, and it never even occurred to her that he intended ploughing into her with a longer, thicker object than the finger he presently used.
Leon was totally beyond reason now. Not that he had intended reasoning with her in the first place, but he was almost incoherent with his desire for her. He added another finger to the one he was sliding partially in and out of her cunt, intent on loosening her up, so that when he finally plugged his huge cock into her vaginal socket, the only real pain she would feel would be the sting of having her hymen broken. Then he'd fuck her like crazy, intent on enjoying every bit of her.
Little by little as he massaged the roof of her vaginal cavern, he felt her twisting resistance to his touch becoming more like a rotating response as she humped up and down to his fingerfucking, and then Leon slowly eased his two fingers from the soft, squishy interior of her vagina. He forced her to lie on her back while withdrawing his hand from beneath her, and her weight on her arms still kept them pinned down. He hovered directly over her as he reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He was half-kneeling and half-lying across her body--between her thighs--as he tugged both, his pants and underpants down, and his stiffly throbbing penis stood straight out, freed at last from the cloth prison in which it had been suffocating.
Roseann had her eyes wide open in terror as she saw the size of his throbbingly hardened cock. She quivered with deep inner fright when she finally understood he meant to spike that immense length of hardened muscle into the tender pit of her helpless body. It would rend all the soft tissues and membranes to tiny shreds of bloody, pulpy flesh ... at the very least.
"Oh my!!! No! You can't. . . you wouldn't. . . for the love of heaven, Leon ... no . . . don't. . . I'll never..."
She was cut off when he fell full length on her body, knocking the wind out of her, his hard cock lying across the softly exposed and curving length of her liqueous cuntlips. He moved like a prowling animal as he wriggled his hips back and forth, rubbing her vagina with the full length of his thick penis, letting it throb between her lips. He rubbed it up and down, letting it rub her inner labia, making her wetter.
Savoring and delighting in the soft thrill of her tenderly virgin vagina as it rubbed against his excited cock, he lifted his body up for a moment to study the terrified girl beneath him. Roseann's eyes were tightly shut. as if thinking that if she didn't look the impalement might not take place. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was pleading with a softly whimpering sound, incoherently mumbling. Her rich red lips were soaking wet and glistening, and her tongue rolled over her lips again and again to keep them shining. He was unable to see her long, graceful neck because he had her blouse and brassiere bunched up around it, but beneath her rolled-up clothing were her beautifully bared breasts with their lovely tips. The nipples were throbbing in anticipation of receiving more oral caressing, and the one he had sucked on was still shiny with his drool. Her waist was slender and smooth and he knew he'd be able to span it with his two hands. Her skirt was bunched up on her lips and he was able to see beneath it, enjoying the sight of her light-brown triangle as it was forced open by the pressure of his knees between her thighs. Her Wetly pink pussy lips were now forced apart by the spade-shaped head of his throbbing cock.
Roseann was everything Leon had imagined she would be, and more. The mere sight of her semi-nudity caused the thrilling tingles in his crotch to increase to shuddering proportions. The only thing spoiling it all was her consistently nervous whining. He wished she'd shut up. Stupid broad! If she'd give it all half a chance she'd be involved as deeply as he in the pleasure.
'Wow you listen to me, Roseann," he said in a harsh whisper. "This can hurt one helluva lot unless you do precisely what I tell you to do."
"Don't hurt me, Leon," she begged. "Please don't hurt me. If anyone found out about this they'd call me a tramp."
"You do as I say and I won't tell anyone," he promised. "Give me a hard time and I swear it'll be spread all over the south shore that you like to fuck."
"My!No! Not that."
"Then reach down and grip my cock with your hand. Then wedge the head of it between those sweet lips of yours down there. I want to make sure the old prick is aimed just right when I push it into you. You deserve the best fuck I can give."
Leon had made his voice as threatening as possible, though there was no way he'd ever let anyone know about what he was doing with Roseann. Hell! From now on she was his private lay. Just the threat of exposure would make her go out with him, and only him. Not only would she be fucking for him, but he'd keep her cunt from anyone else.
- Roseann was more terrified than ever. She didn't even want to look at his massive pole of penis it was so frightening. But now he was felling her how to handle it. Even worse, he wanted her to guide it into herself. She was so terribly confused she had no idea what to do. One thing was certain, and that was he'd cause her pain if she didn't do as he ordered, and so, for the moment, it might be less painful to obey him. Maybe he'd be a little less forceful and less rough that way.
Reaching between their bodies, she took a deep breath, then slowly closed her fingers around the heatedly throbbing column, feeling it all but bum her fingers. It jerked in her hand, frightening her even more, making her think of it as something alive unto itself. She squeezed, feeling the hot blood pumping into the many sacs inside it. She eased her hold on it, afraid it might crack like an egg if she squeezed too hard. Little by little she was permitting her sense of touch to tell herself about the organ. She was amazed at the silken texture of the outer skin beneath the purplish head. And the muscle beneath was so rigidly erect and firm. This was so horribly indecent, and yet there was an unquestionable element of excitement to it.
"Come on, come on," Leon urged. "Put that tip against your cunt, already. We're wasting precious time."
Leon was having an almost impossible time controlling himself, her delicate touch was so arousing and stimulating. He wanted his cock buried in her, already.
The gruffness of his command shook the poor girl, frightening her even more. She realized she was about to undergo something painful no matter how easy he went with her. He had taken a pillow and had jammed it under her lovely buttocks, raising her vagina, and he had propped an old seat cushion under her head so she was able to clearly see what was about to happen to her. As it was, she was able to sense the thickly throbbing head of his penis pressing into her vaginal opening, and her hand slid up and down between her lips until the rubbery head was pressed firmly into the tightly narrow little opening leading deeper into her body. She had learned about sex in her hygiene class in school, and had more than a vague idea just where his penis intended on going. It would enter the same channel his fingers had probed, earlier. And the idea of her inner body being stretched so by such a horrible thickness terrified her.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered. "Leon, we've known each other for so long, and I've come to admire you so much, must you cause me pain?"
"You'll love it," he told her. "I promise you, you'll love it. You'll love it so much, you'll want more. Believe me!"
"But it's wrong," she protested as he increased the pressure of his penile head against her straining vaginal passage. She began feeling tiny pains flash-flash from her vaginal opening straight up her spine, shooting right into her brain. Leon was so intent on merging his body into hers, he no longer listened to what she was saying or what she wanted. His cunt-starved cock was anxious to feed itself in her heated body. He shoved forward solidly with his driving hips, feeling the weak resistance yield to his demanding strength. He pushed the throbbing head of his penis into her, widening her vulva instantly.
"Aaaaaauiiiggghhhaaauuuggghhh!!!" she bellowed. "Too thickkkkkk. . . you're too thick. . . ohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as violent pain struck, caused by the way he entered her, pounding into her like a violent steamdrill. She felt herself stretched to an impossibly huge size, and she tried desperately to escape, rotating her pretty buttocks backward into the blanket beneath her, as if trying to drill through the floor of the wagon's rear cargo area. Roseann was certain that her time had come. Then and there she was positive she was going to die. And Leon Wallner, whom she had loved and adored from afar most of her life was the one who was going to kill her. His giant penis continued trying to force its way into her. It was a life and death struggle. She twisted and wriggled, insanely writhing from side to side, trying to pound at him with clenched fists. She did everything her strength permitted in an attempt to escape, but it was completely hopeless, right from the start. True, she had felt some minor arousal when he had fingered her vagina, but any pleasure she had previously felt had been completely washed away in a horribly grinding sea of agony. All that remained was her complete shame and humiliation.
Leon took a deep breath and pressed her shoulders back so that her head pressed firmly into the seat cushion he had propped in back of her. Then he slammed forward hard. The pain that ripped through Roseann was incredible. Agony tore her apart, and she shrieked, "Aaayyyaaannnggghhhaaarrrggghhh!" as she felt him slam through her hymeneal barrier. And all the while her buttocks jumped up and down on the pillow beneath it, thrashing insanely.
Leon wanted to finish entering her by thrusting his penis the rest of the way in, but he waited for a moment to regain his own breath. He felt her virginal blood trickling over his penis and staining the pillow... the same pillow he had used to cushion countless virgin buttocks. Roseann's blood was only the latest addition to uncounted other stains on the pillow. He was aroused, enjoying the way she was wriggling in her attempts to throw him off. Her struggling was symbolic, emphasizing this was indeed a rape, and he let her thrash and squirm and rotate for some moments. But he was unable to wait too long as the intense pressure in his testicles built higher, becoming more and more demanding. He stabbed forward again, knifing his fat cock even deeper into her body, feeling her sweetly liqueous depths surround and swallow him up. She was so tight he felt as if his cock were a knife-blade literally slicking her flesh open as it thrust deeper and deeper into her, wrapping itself in the warmly tender flesh that was her, making him ache to fire into her then and there.
"Gggggguuunnnggghhh. .. hhhaaannnggghhh!" she grunted as her vagina continued stretching to impossible proportions all because of the continuous pressure of his plunging penis. The throbbing pains inside her were so intense she was certain more than her hymen had been torn apart. Other membranes had been shattered as well. Shattering pain smashed through her agonized body, and she realized it was fruitless to attempt to stop him from going deeper into her.
Little by little she forced herself to relax, knowing it would be a little less painful if she didn't struggle too much against him. She was resigned to her humiliation. She knew she was no longer a virgin, though she wondered if it changed her in any way other than by the removal of a useless membrane that had served to cause her anguish. She still was the same girl she had been before all this had taken place, though now she was a little wiser concerning the act of sexual intercourse. It was almost as if the snapping of her hymen did change her, after all. Perhaps she had grown up when his hard cock ran unimpeded into the frothing depths of her burning vagina. She realized the man was using her for his own sexual gratification, and nothing more. He wasn't really concerned with what she was feeling. All he cared about was the thrillingly animalistic sensations he was feeling.
Finding his throbbing penis buried to the hilt in Roseann's tight pussy, Leon Wallner found it completely impossible to restrain himself, and decided the time for passivity was gone. Now was the time to fuck, and fuck he did.
Tugging his hips back, he slid the heatedly thick column almost all the way out of her, and when Roseann sighed in relief, he smiled, holding the purple tip just inside her vulva for an instant before once again thrusting the full length of himself all the way into her. His mighty penis slid past her cervix and buried itself in the depths of her burning vaginal center. As if speed were suddenly essential, he hurriedly began a ruggedly thrusting rhythm of constant fucking, hurtling his penis in and out of her seething vagina with a violent motion. His balls were bloated and swollen with sperm aching, for relief. They urged him to fuck faster and faster as he thrust faster and harder into the tightness of her seething body.
Roseann felt more pain and clamped her lips tightly together in an effort to keep herself from shouting out her agony. She shut her eyes, trying to hide the voluminous tears forming not wanting this man whom she had once so admired to know just how much she was affected by his reversion to sheer animalism. The agonizing thrusts of his barbaric stabbings were too much for her, and she jerked her legs out in an ineffectual attempt to escape. Her struggles only made matters worse, and Leon plunged more forcefully into her writhing torso, his hard, ramming penis cramming itself into the depths of her seething cunt, cleaving her inner tunnel as a hatchet would hew a piece of wood. He drove with an overpowering force, sliding her buttocks back and forth on the blanket as it moved from on top of the pillow. Her head moved further and further back until it was pressed against the rear of the back seat. Her head was still higher than the rest of her body, and when she opened her eyes again, she was unable to keep herself from staring down the length of her body, between her breasts, to the point where their bodies were locked together. His massively pounding phallus was continuing to relentlessly violate the narrow entrance of her formerly virgin cunt, slamming in and out with unbelievable force. She was able to see her light brown curly hairs mingling with the darker growth on his pelvis, where her softly yielding cuntal lips continued sucking on the entire length of his hammering penis. His wrinkly testicles were rubbing firmly against her perineum on each forward stroke as he continued wildly slamming his full length into her. Each time he crammed forward, his dangling scrotum tickled her anal opening as she realized her asscheeks had been spread beyond belief. His thick penis looked more and more bloated, and the massage it received between the walls of Roseann's cunt, made it blush an almost-angry red. Its entire length was completely covered with a film of liquid. It was sliding more and more easily in the heatedly clinging tunnel between her white thighs, and she tried fighting back the growing excitement which charged through her body. What he was doing to her was a terrible thing, and her brain realized she must not under any circumstances permit herself to enjoy this sensation no matter how good it was starting to feel. The pain was slowly diminishing to a dull throb, though there was still considerable discomfort, and this was all so degrading and licentious. She must not, under any conditions, permit herself to accept the warmth slowly beginning to creep up inside her.
"Please ..." she begged . .. "no more . . . no more. .. I can't.. . uuuggghhh . . . stand it... no more . . . Leeeon . . . you're . .. uuuhhh . .. hurrrtinnng meeeeee . . . ohhhhhh . . . no morrrrrre..."
Leon closed his ears to her sorrowful cries, of nothing but the heavy movement of his thrusting penis. He was now totally committed to the completion of this wonderful fuck. Hers was the tightest cunt he'd ever sundered, and the way her walls gripped him had him in a paradise that was totally unbelievable. He pounded forcefully, stretching her thighs even wider. Their genitals cymbaled together with what sounded like loud, crashes, colliding again with anything-but-monotonous repetition. The shuddering tip of his penis was wildly tingling, sending thrilling messages through his organ to the rest of his shuddering body. His body thrust into her with greater vehemence as he felt her vagina squeezing his cock even more tightly.
To Roseann it was still a horrible nightmare. She clenched her eyelids tightly shut again in a desperate effort to force out the new, thrillingly different sensation attempting to snake its way �through her trembling body. It was growing with each stroke of Leon's penis, like an instant fetus suddenly turning into a baby in minutes rather than months. This was so terribly vile and humiliating. It was a degradingly dirty act, performed on her body by this man as if she were some kind of bitch-in-heat and he was a rutting hound. She wondered if all this would show on her face when this was over. She had no idea how she would ever be able to look either of her parents again. She was being defiled by an horrendous beast; a human minotaur that ravished helpless maidens and sired centaurs.
She tried with every ounce of energy to close her mind to the thrills she was starting to feel as even the discomfort slowly began fading. The sensations were good . . . too good. She tried with every ounce of energy to keep herself from thinking about what was happening to her, but the image of his hard phallus was imprinted on her brain. She had seen it. . . she had touched it... she had held it and had inserted it inside her body, aiding in her own defilement.
Leon continued pounding and thrusting in and out of her like some lust-crazed mechanism, his only, salacious idea was to empty the contents of his testicles into her squirming body. It was at this point that he remembered he had forgotten to go to the drugstore that day and buy more Trojans. Usually, about now, he'd pull out, stop to put on the condom, and then plunge-right back into the girl. Not so this time. He had no rubbers. This time he would continue to completion. He sensed, the heated build-up of sperm in his testicles . . . hotly seething liquid aching to stream forth. There was an overpowering sensation of tickling at the base of his phallus as he continued jamming it to the hilt into her tightly resisting cunt. He knew his orgasm was near, very near, and he did want to make it good for Roseann.
Now he was pulling his penis only halfway out of her, then cramming it into her with all his strength and energy. He sunk it to the hilt on each forward thrust., digging it into her as if it were possible for him to enter deeper and deeper.
Roseann was whimpering, but they weren't cries of anguish any longer. Even though she knew how wrong all this was, she was unable to stop her physical being from reacting to all that was happening. A sob of futility burst from her lips, born of mixed emotions struggling within her, and the sound only excited Leon that much more.
Falling across the full length of her body, letting his chest be cushioned by her full breasts, he felt her nipples slicing into his own flesh and loved it. He felt the sperm starting to churn in his testicles as he pushed his hands under the oval shapes of her white buttocks, now stained with droplets of her virgin blood. He tugged her higher, pulling her body against his as he screwed deeply into her.
Rdseann felt the thrill mounting in her body. It was wrong and wicked, and she had to fight it off, but she was unable to do so. It was getting stronger and stronger, and she found her body reaching for the orgasm that awaited. And though she'd never had one, she knew full well what she was feeling.
"Ohhhhhh, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . . ." she wailed, now on the actual verge of her climax; the only one she would have with Leon Wallner in her first eighteen-years of bedding down with him.
Roseann was screaming at herself as much as she was shouting at Leon as she felt her body being plundered beyond endurance. Her mind was reeling with a mixture of sensations as the man's hard cock continued pounding into the seething depths of her previously untried pussy. Her conscience continually fought against the pleasure she was feeling. It was all so new to her, and no matter how good it felt, she was certain she should block her mind to it. His weighty balls continued thwacking heavily against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks, and when they stopped, the scrotum tightening and pulling all the way into his groin, it was a signal for her to peak, as she felt the lust-aroused phallus swell to even greater size as his deep groin pushed itself into her tortured vagina.
"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGG-GHHH!" Roseann screamed, writhing insanely as she felt the orgasm swell through her against her will. It was wrong, but oh-so good. Her body moved insanely up and down, and her vagina clung tenaciously to the throbbing penis slamming through her. That was when Leon reached his peak, and it hit Roseann with as much force as it hit Leon. He kissed her again, driving his tongue all the way into her mouth as his penis enlarged because of the bubbling semen massing within. The heatedly white and sticky liquid burst into Roseann like Old Faithful in Yellowstone Park erupting, coming forth with a tremendous burst to flood the whole of her widely open cave of seething cunt.
"EEEYYYAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGG-GHHH!" Leon bellowed, surprised at the power of the semen shooting from him. He'd had no idea he was able to unleash such torrents. With all the other girls it had been minor squirts compared to the blasts he was firing, now.
Roseann felt the swirling floods of stickiness bursting into her, washing down her entire interior, coating everything. He was still madly stroking, and much of his white fluid burst through her cervix.
When it was finally over, they lay beside one another, and Leon kept kissing her and promising her he'd be good to her, and he wanted to see her again. Roseann was determined never to speak to him.
He took her home and she was certain she'd never call him, but when her period failed to materialize, two weeks later, she called him in a hurry. Leon would have laughed it off had it been any other female, but in those two weeks he had drowned himself in cunt, trying to forget Roseann, and he'd been completely unsuccessful. When she called he was willing to do anything to see her, and eventually he did; he married her. And Roseann, as if punishing herself, somehow managed to block out all future orgasms.
Chapter Two
Young Bob Wallner was even more reckless than his father. Bob was also luckier than his father, because he lived at a time when women were able to take the Pill. His father cautioned him about fooling around with girls, but to Bob, life was one sweet fuck after another.
Roseann was fully aware of her son's taking after his father. What was even worse, she was aware of something else. She was feeling a heated arousal she had never previously felt when looking at her young son. As a result, she didn't fawn over him.
Leon Wallner was an optician, and spent all his days and many evenings looking into the eyes of different people. Though he made a more-than-adequate living, he never made enough to suit Roseann, and so she went out and got herself a job as a legal secretary, once she felt Bob was old enough to take care of himself. She worked for a temporary employment agency, and her job might have always been the same, but her boss was different every month.
Over the years, Roseann's sexual frustration continued to build, though she was only vaguely aware of it. She bedded down with her husband an average of twice a week, and Leon managed to enjoy himself, because of his love for Roseann. Had she been any other woman he wouldn't have bothered, but he was still crazy about the woman he had made his wife, and he was looking to make her responsive. He found other women much more responsive now, but they didn't thrill him nearly as much as Roseann did in spite of her prudishness. She did a good job of faking it, but Leon knew she never peaked anymore.
Because she worked for so many different men, Roseann was privy to many different secrets most women never learned. To begin with, she knew which of her many bosses was faithful to his wife, as well as knowing which of the many employers had permanent mistresses in addition to their wives. Almost all the bosses were men on the make, and she was always a prime target. But after eighteen years of marriage she was still as prim and as prudish as ever.
However, her resistance began crumbling the day she went to work for the Terrence Williams Agency. Terry Williams was a young man only five-years older than her son, and he had all the physical characteristics of her son. He was tall, with dark hair, a swarthy complexion, and very slender. He was also very astute, and though Roseann was certain he was making time with many different women, he was so discreet about it, she never once caught him at it. He fascinated her, but not the same way he fascinated other women. He was so much like her own son she felt as if she were working for Bob rather than a stranger. She made the mistake of giving him a little extra attention, like bringing him coffee four times a day, bringing him snacks, watching over him very carefully. She was on a two-week assignment with him, and by the beginning of the second week, when he was giving her dictation while they were alone in his office, he insisted she call him Terry, and he called her Roseann.
One night, she dreamed about him. She dreamed he was in Leon's place, making love to her, and she was responding with all the warmth and fervor she had withheld from Leon all those years, as punishment for what he had done to her on their first date. The thrusting and the plunging of the dream penis into her body had her shuddering, and she awoke in a cold sweat, alone because Leon was still out at one of his card games. That was when she became aware of the flood between her thighs. A cautious hand moved under her nightie, and Roseann found herself blushing in the darkness.
Not only had she dreamed of performing obscenities with Terry Williams, but she had actually been playing with herself in her sleep at the same time. The heated moisture from her hair-fringed vaginal opening left no doubt as to her having played with herself.
"My goodness!" she gasped to herself. "How did I dare do anything like that?"
Self-abuse is one of the most despicable sins a decent young lady can commit, her mother had often told her. And her mother had gone on to tell her about all the horrible diseases a girl would contract from playing with herself.
Even as the well-recollected warning continued burning itself into Roseann's brain, her hand continued trembling as it once again pushed into the wide-open furrow between her legs. When she had awakened she had been on the verge of the climax she had sought for so long, and her body was so aroused she was incapable of controlling herself.
Must do. it, her tortured thoughts told her. Need that climax.
And that was when something seemed to snap inside Roseann. She was all alone in the bedroom and didn't have Leon to give her the physical comfort she needed. And so her other hand began caressing the hardened nipples of her breasts in a mindless massage she was unable to control. Within seconds the pink buds were tautly tingling, shooting darts of lusting arousal to every part of her body, making her ache with a lust. The flesh of her firm, high breasts felt smooth and yielding beneath the eagerly pressing fingers that surrounded them, and her last reservations vanished--for the moment--because of the pleasure that surged from the tips of her twin mammarial mounds.
The hand between her straining white thighs continued to move with a vibrantly rapid stroking of her pulsating vaginal lips. The fingertips began circling the hardened bud of her shuddering nerve-filled clitoris. Each moment her excitement mounted, and soon she was squirming and writhing and twisting in totally wanton abandon on the rumpled bedsheets.
"Oooooooh," she sighed. I feel so sensuous . . . so aroused. . . ooommmphhh ..."
As her forefinger moved throbbingly over the frantically aroused little button, teasing the quivering clitoris, Roseann felt a fresh flood of feminine fluid spurting out to dampen her hand.
Remembering back eighteen years, she recalled how her husband had fitted two fingers into her burning vagina, and she slid one, then another finger into herself, realizing this was precisely what she had been doing to herself in her sleep. Half-insane with sensuous desire, she rammed fingers even deeper into her wetly clinging, heated interior, and her mind envisioned herself with Terry. Williams, seeing him fuck insanely into her as she clamped her eyes tightly closed and gasped aloud.
"Ohhhhhh . . . yessssss . . . yessssss ..." her voice repeated, echoing in the large bedroom . . . "s-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . goooduuuhhh . . . verrrrrryyyyyy . . . gooooooddduuuhhh ..."
The eerie sounds of her fevered gasps continued echoing in her own ears, resounding through the whole room, and this merely served to increase her forbidden arousal. / should have been doing this long ago, she thought. I've needed it for so long. I don't care if it is wicked.
Kicking off her covers, Roseann spread her thighs wide apart, she shoved her fingers even farther into the broiling center of her yearning cunt, in desperate search for a release she had been seeking for eighteen years. She was now thirty-six, and in dire need of something to quell the fires flaring within. As she continued pushing her fingers in and out, she rubbed her swollen clitoris with the heel of her hand, and this dual stimulation carried her far beyond the shuddering reality of her large bedroom to the very heavens themselves. She found herself surrounded by paradise; the paradise of tumultuous and wanton desire. Every cell in her frustrated body was flamingly alive with a licentiousness, and half-asleep as she was, with her conscience totally asleep for the moment, she was burning with blistering lust. Her blood charged through her blood vessels with the power of swirling rapids surging downhill toward the seething river.
Deep inside the lonely wife and mother's squirming belly, a lengthy vibrating shudder arose, gathering momentum from the way her fingers were plunging into her, and then there was that final hesitation on the very verge of surging into ultimate rapture. For a terrified instant she feared she would literally shatter as violent power continued to build inside her, but her fear faded to a maddening anticipation as a new picture filled her mind. She was in a semi-conscious state, and without realizing it, she was no longer being fucked by Terry Williams. She was being fucked by Bob, her own son. He was pounding his thick cock in and out of her body repeatedly.
'' Uuunnnhhh . . . aaannnhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh . . . aaahhhaaa ..." she gasped, her wanton wails filling the entire bedroom. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . .." she gasped to the strong image of her son. "I've wanted you . . . always you . . . fuck meeeeee . . . pleeeaaassse . . . pleeeaaassseee ..."
Her fingers dug deeper and deeper, working that much faster as they sank into her, filling and re-filling her wonderful cavern, and Roseann became mindlessly involved in the heatedly turbulent reach for inner satisfaction. There was no way to stop the continuous rampaging movement of her fingers.
"Uuuhhh . . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . uuuuuummmmmm ... ohhhhhh ... now .. . now . . . NOW WW WWW... AAAYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Roseann's body arched, rising from the bed as the floodgates within herself opened wider and wider, and a pouring torrent of overpowering desire and sensation splashed through her writhing loins. She was coming. .. coming as she hadn't done since the first time Leon had fucked her. Deep, thunderous splashes burst far inside her, and blood surged through her veins like liquid lightning as she soared through the skies to greater and greater heights of rapture and delight.
"UUUHHHYYYAAAGGGHHH . . . OHHHHHH . . . HHHIIINNNHHH ..." the convulsing wife and mother wailed as all logical thought was totally banished from her shrieking mind. Sensation completely glutted her shuddering brain. Nothing existed anymore but the thrilling sensation of totally vast infinity. It rode through her as if would never end.
When at last the sweltering bliss began fading, she didn't slow down her fingering, and as a result, she felt the sensations return in a sweltering blister of white-hot flame exploding within her brain and her body, making her speed up her torrid manipulations, running her fingers wildly through her passion-soaked vagina. She felt as if a massive weight had been removed from her shuddering body, freeing her to experience this mighty tidal wave of erotic release in a way she had never known before. When Leon had raped her, the orgasm had come in spite of her trying to hold it back. This time it came to her because she sought it. She felt light and as weightless as' a floating feather on a soft cloud of delightful sensuality that swept over the earth on sweet zephyrous breezes of warm air.
"Ggggggnnnnnngggggghhhhhh . . . need morrrrrre . . . morrrrrre..." she thought, moaning with desire, still half asleep, still seeking a real penis to give her ten times the power of what her fingers were giving her. Had Leon been in bed with her at that moment, she would have taken full advantage of him, and probably would have surprised him with an orgasm.
The magic of her fingers working violently inside her brought on yet another orgasm as a riot of TNT exploded inside her, making her buck and shudder.
Again and again the maddening charges of thrilling and excruciating delight burst deliciously through her tremblingly wanton body, making her twist and turn her undulating buttocks and convulsively pulsating cunt into a roiling, shimmering volcano of totally mindless pleasure. Panic tried grabbing at her, terrifying her with the thought that all this must eventually end. This wonderful cyclonic ride of total rapture had to reach a finale. But just when she was afraid everything was over, new and rapturous thrills flooded her wantonly aroused body.
Mustn't end, she thought. Must not end.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the strongly pungent aroma of her body's own salty perspiration mingled with the tantalizing fragrance of the cologne she always used. Little by little she slowed down, and little by little her body ceased its thrashings. The spasming disappeared, and complete peace wafted across her body as she lay back, managing to pull the covers over her.
Now her conscience came to life, berating her, telling her how much wrong she had done, but she was so sleepy she merely shrugged it all off. She'd worry about it when she awoke in the morning, and she knew damn well she would worry.
One thought remained in her mind as she slowly drifted off to sleep. That one thought was of her son, Bob. She continually pictured him naked, with an erection at least the size of his father's. And with this picture in mind, she drifted off.
Chapter Three
The following morning, when she awoke, Roseann felt more than a little ashamed of her behavior of the previous night and put it all down to the fact that she hadn't known what she'd been doing. What really bothered her was the idea that she had pictured herself being fucked by her son.
After she dressed in a simple green-and-white dress with shoes to match, she went downstairs and prepared breakfast for Leon. He was always tired on Wednesday mornings, and she wondered why he continued to play poker Tuesday night if it took so much out of him. He always lost. Some nights he came home with between two and three-hundred dollars less than he had taken with him.
When Leon came to the breakfast table he had a small suitcase with him, and Roseann looked questioningly at him.
"The Opticians' Convention in Baltimore," he reminded her. "I'll be gone through Saturday. Keep the bed warm for me Sunday evening."
"If that's what you want," she told him, serving him his bacon and eggs.
So she was going to be alone for the next four days. Well, Leon had gone to these conventions, before. Maybe she'd get a canasta game going with the girls. There were ways to keep busy. Tonight was going to be especially lonely because Bob was going to spend the evening at a friend's house. She'd be all by herself in the house.
"I wish you'd take me to one of those conventions with you," she told him, aching to get away from the house.
"You wouldn't like it," he assured her. "None of the others bring their spouses along. Just a bunch of crusty old men like myself talking shop."
Leon was far from old. He had gotten a little heavier around the middle, and his hairline had started receding, but there was nothing old about the man. He was as active as ever in bed, slamming into her as if hoping to arouse some kind of stimulation withirr her when he fucked her. Roseann had long ago learned to closer her mind to the rhythmic thrusts of her husband's cock, which was why he was never able to evoke a response from her. This was also the reason why her body was constantly nervous and jittery. Roseann was the kind of woman who found it all but impossible to sit still for any length of time.
Once Leon was gone, Roseann put the dishes in the dishwasher, left a note for her son telling him what to take for lunch, then went directly to work.
For some reason she felt jittery working with Terry Williams that day, and barely managed to cover it. He kept her for some time during the morning and early afternoon, and took her out for a late lunch. Afterward, they worked straight through until seven, and Williams took her out for supper. They got to talking, and before she knew it she was telling him her husband was out of town for the next few days, and her son would be away for the night.
"You'll be leaving in a few more days," he said to her. "My regular secretary will be back from vacation."
"I know," she nodded. "I think it's better this way. I don't like to become attached to any one place. Too many intimate things can happen."
"I know what you mean," Terry nodded.
Roseann didn't feel as if she were talking to someone younger than herself. Terry Williams was an extremely mature man. He behaved much more intelligently than most men in their early twenties.
"Maybe I ought to be going home, now," she insisted.
"Of course. Say, look, would it be all right if we did a little work at your house. I can pick up some of the things at the office and we can really knock off a few problems that have been plaguing me for the past few weeks."
"Don't see why not," Roseann agreed.
So they went back to the office, picked up some books and papers, and Terry drove Roseann home. Her husband had a little office with a typewriter in it, and for the next two hours she helped him knock out four different letters and wrote three different memos he intended posting. When the work was over, she offered to get him a drink, and Terry accepted.
"I'm surprised you work so late," she said to him. "I should think you'd be out with some young lady."
"I am with a young lady," he smiled, and toasted her with his glass of scotch. Roseann smiled and sipped from her own glass.
"I'm almost old enough to be your mother," she insisted, when they'd finished their drinks.
"Maybe I have an Oedipus complex, but I don't think of you as my mother."
"Mmmmmm, I feel so wonderfully tired," she murmured.
"Come on," he said, standing up. "Time for the lovely lady to be in bed." He pulled her up and helped her upstairs, saying, "I'll see you safely to your boudoir, and then I'll let myself out."
"Mmmmmm . . . that's nice," she murmured.
He turned on the light and sat her on the bed. Roseann was in a bit of a stupor brought on by a combination of too much work and too much drink.
"Maybe I'd better help you ufl'dress and get into bed," Terry insisted. And he proceeded to remove her clothing.
He unbuttoned her white and green dress and took it off, carefully hanging it on a hanger in her closet. He removed her half slip and left it on the back of a chair in the corner of the room, and bis nostrils flared as he looked at the swell of her calves and the firmness of her thighs. As he unhooked her brassiere and tossed it onto the same chair, his mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts with their pointedly pink nipples and areolae. And then he slid her bikini panties from her body along with her pantyhose, and he gazed longingly at the sparsely curling vaginal hair covering her puffy mound, feeling his excitement mounting higher. He spread her pretty thighs a little, and her lovely coral vagina was revealed in all its glory. Never once taking his eyes from the mouth-watering sight of her defenseless vagina, he allowed his hands to run smoothly up and down her inner thighs.
Abruptly, Roseann became aware of the cool air on her body. She sat up swiftly, frightened for the moment, wondering if she was dreaming again.
"What are you doing?" she asked, groggily.
Smiling back at her, Terry Williams took off his jacket and said, "I'm just putting you to bed, hon. You've had a busy day and you deserve a good rest."
As soon as she lay back and shut her eyes, still believing this was a dream of some sort, he began stripping off the rest of his clothing. The gentleness in his voice had lulled the young mother into a false sense of security, and as far as Terry was concerned, it was just as well, because there was no telling how this particular woman would react to the sight of his massive cock leaping from his dropped undershorts.
Standing beside the bed, totally naked, Terry Williams stared down at the completely naked body of Roseann Wallner. He didn't like using this kind of a tactic, but Roseann was one of those rare women apparently immune to his charm and inaccessibility, made him want her that much more. She was a beauty, all right, and not being able to fuck her would have been a waste. This was his first opportunity to see her totally naked, and he was enjoying it. Her proudly upthrust breasts and narrow waist leading into her lovely hips were all so perfectly shaped. Slowly he lowered his hand to her pure, white, untouched flesh and began gently caressing her taut little belly, feeling the warmth generated from her smooth, white flesh.
He felt an overpowering urgency to fuck her, to bury his cock in the tightness of her cunt, but he restrained himself. He slid down and lay beside her on the bed and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with a passionate hunger he hadn't felt in a long time. All the other women had been too receptive, too easy. This one wasn't aware of what was happening, yet, but she wasn't the kind to simply surrender. Good! He needed a little resistance, someone to conquer. He slid his tongue between her lips and pulled her nakedly ripe, lush torso close, his hands hot and moving as they pressed into the rounded fullness of her lovely breasts.
The instant he touched her ultra-sensitive nipples, the dizzy woman began to feel her head clearing. Her mind swam up through layers of unconsciousness, and she felt an uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippling through her alcohol-dazed body. Something absolutely incredible was taking place. It felt wonderful, and it was happening right inside her loins. She shivered, feeling thrills similar to those she had experienced the previous night as pleasure charged through her defenselessly naked body. Vaguely she was aware that Terry Williams was caressing her, but she was certain this was just a dream. After all, she was totally naked. What was more, he was also naked, and what would Terry be doing in her own bedroom, undressed? She ought to have made some kind of a move to stop him, but this was, after all, only a dream. Nothing happened in dreams. She might as well enjoy it. Roseann thrilled to the movement of his hands over her breasts, and shudders of rampant excitement roared through her love-starved abdomen.
Terry continued hungrily pressing his lips to hers, kissing her lovely mouth and dueling with her tongue as his hands continued caressing the silken smoothness of her white flesh. He nibbled at her lips and pinched at her nipples at the same time, and then he tugged her tongue into his mouth and sucked it as if it were a piece of candy.
Abruptly, his hungering desire for her became too much for him to keep under control, and with quickening breath he climbed over her while using his lips to kiss her throat. Then he sat back and stared into the pink softness between her thighs, his burning eyes lasciviously staring at the softness of her light-brown vaginal hair. He loved the narrow coral lips of her helpless little pussy, and smelled the rich musk coming from within. It appeared her vaginal orifice was a magnet, and slowly but surely his face sank lower and lower, moving toward the wetness of her glistening vagina. It was begging for attention, and he intended giving her cunt just that. It appeared aching to be touched, to be kissed, to be swallowed whole like some delectable fruit from the forbidden Garden of Eden. The aching pain caused by his continually throbbing cock burned through him as the penis rubbed against her sheets. His sperm-filled testicles begged to be emptied. He had never felt more alive, more aroused, and ready for action than he felt at this particular moment. He knew very well what he was doing. What was more he intended taking full advantage of this situation, especially since he'd never really believed he'd be able to trap her this way. Now that he had her, he was going to enjoy her. He knew she was the kind of woman who, when it was over, would be very indignant, and since this would be his only chance to really fuck her, he intended making the most of it. He'd throw a solid hump into her she would never forget, and even if she became indignant, he would be someone she would never forget. This was something she would remember for many years to come.
Slowly, very slowly, not wanting to frighten the half-asleep woman, he began crawling between her widespread, lengthy voluptuous thighs. Reaching out, he spread her thighs even farther apart, the warmth of her thighs all but searing the backs of his hands as he gently probed and pushed them until they were wide open.
It wasn't until her legs were completely open that Roseann began to wonder about whether or not this was a dream. Little by little consciousness was filtering back into her mind, but even then she was not quite capable of evaluating what was happening to her. She was aware she was naked and that a man was kneeling between her thighs. He was stroking her thighs with his fingertips and she had to admit it felt good, really good.
The passionate young attorney realized she was starting to snap out of her semi-comatose state, and he waited for a moment. If she completely awoke right now, the whole thing would be off. She would protest loud and clear. But her momentarily stiffening thighs went limp again, falling apart and relaxing. He grinned and licked his lips anxiously. It was obvious she still had no idea what was about to take place. He wondered if a straitlaced lady like herself ever allowed her husband eating rights. He doubted it. There was every chance his would be the first mouth to delve into the cranny between her thighs.
He slithered slowly forward, not wanting to jostle the bed until his face was directly above the softly tender, wetly glistening little pink slash between her thighs. It was already wet and leaking from aromatic scents. Her blushing vaginal lips were still tight, as if hardly used, and Terry wondered just how often she was properly laid. Forget properly . .. how often was she laid at all? Her hair-was like soft flax, and her visibly pulsating cuntal opening was like the cupid's bow mouth of a little cherub, it was so tiny and delicate. It was nice knowing he was going to do something to her cunt not even her husband had done. Once a woman had her vagina properly lapped, she would never be able to have intercourse again without having a mouth pressed to her opening.
Slowly now, savoring every moment, he began carefully lowering his hungry face. His long tongue, like a pink, flattened serpent slithered from between his teeth. It moved slowly forward as his eyes remained locked on her vagina. What a wonderfully delectable pussy. He had never smelled one this arousing. The natural musky scent thrilled him, making him feel more vibrant than ever. His tongue touched her vaginal lips, and he was rewarded with a startled moan. He licked carefully, slowly sliding his tongue from her clitoris to her anus, wetting her perineum, and then he retraced the moistly teasing path he had just taken, and this time he felt the inner cords in her thighs tighten as she raised her entire pelvis slightly toward his hungering face. Whether she realized it or not, Roseann's vagina was already responding to the licking of his tongue. He began savoring the taste of the stickiness of her feminine oils as her vagina seemed to be automatically preparing itself for love-making.
Lying there, Roseann felt the wonderful sensations of erotic pleasure flashing through her relaxed body. She wanted all this to go on and on. She was unable to remember the last time she felt sensations this wonderful shoot through her. This was totally different from the orgasm her husband had forced on her, as well as the orgasm she had given herself with her own fingers. What was this? Why was this happening to her?
Her senses slowly began returning to her. At first the room spun, but with the passing moments, as more heated pleasure seeped through her body her mind began completely clearing. She struggled to sit up but found her torso pinned to the bed by a man's arms pressing down on her belly as well as a man's chest on her thighs.
Why was she undressed? Lifting her head a little, she saw the top of Terry's head between her wide open thighs, and watched in horror as his tongue leaped forward, moving in and out, in and out.
"No!" she screamed. "Mr. Williams, Terry . . . no. .. that's disgusting. That's sick. That's perverted."
Instead of replying, Terry Williams rammed his tongue its full length into the sweetly warm depths of her tight little vagina for the very first time, using the tip of his nose to tantalize her beadlike clitoris, massaging it repeatedly.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... good uhhhhh ... n-o-o-o ..."
Terry heard her terrified yelp, but the wetness of her vagina told him she was becoming aroused more than she was aghast at what was happening. He tightened his arms around her lovely white thighs and began rhythmically fucking his hungry tongue ever deeper into her wriggling vaginal tunnel.
Fear and repugnance were battling against lust for supremacy in Roseann's mind. She should have screamed even more, insisting he release her, but the earlier sensations were now stronger than ever, flowing heavily through her shuddering loins as her nerve-endings were being strummed like guitar strings by his working tongue. As it rapaciously plunged ever deeper into her squirming vaginal center, the velvety tongue licked, while his kissing lips sucked her soft flesh, caressing her membranes at the same time. It was the most outrageously disgusting treatment her body had ever undergone. . . worse than the rape Leon had committed,. . . but just- as her body had secretly adored the rape at the time, so did it now thrill to the velvet feel of his lapping tongue.
"No more ... no more ..." Roseann whimpered, gasping out loud as she flung her arms across her face and tightly shut her eyes, as if thinking by not seeing what was happening. "Stop . . . stop . . . Terry . . . Mr. Williams . . . please stop..."
The young man's only reply was to swirl his tongue rapidly around the erectly shuddering stalk of her small clitoris as he stared along the length of her body, through the valley between her hilly breasts into the anguish written all over her lovely face.
"Please ..." she gasped, her voice a high-pitched squeal as she ground her buttocks into the mattress. "That's horrible . .. ohhhhhhhh . . . how can you do something so vile .. . ahhhhhhh .. . you mustn't... don't.. . stop ..."
Terry wasn't sure if she meant, don't do it, stop, or, don't stop. He elected to believe it was the latter and didn't stop, his tongue tracing a weird pattern moving through the curls on her vaginal mount, to her clitoris, down through her pinkly wet slash, past her vaginal opening and onto her perineum, and finally against her anal pucker. Again his tongue reversed itself and slurped between her vaginal lips, stabbing into the tiny hole of her heated cunnus. He slid his tongue back and forth between the inner and outer labia of her pretty vagina, and then thrust all the way into her. It was clear she was enjoying it so much, there was every probability she'd go completely out of her mind if he didn't stop, the licentious pleasure was so great. Terry Williams had no intention of stopping, certainly not at the moment. No, he wouldn't stop until he had buried the entire length of his throbbing cock to the solid hilt in her vibratingly shuddering vagina.
Roseann began moaning pitifully, feeling tormentedly sorry for herself as she sensed a building of erotic delight totally overriding all other emotions and body functions.
"Terrrrrrryyyyyyy . . ." she squealed . . ohhhhhh . . . Terry . . . Terry ... no one has ever done anything like this before . . . plleeeaaasse . . . ohhhhhh.. . Terrrrrrrrryyyyyyyuuuuuunnnnnn-gggghhhhh . . . hhhaaahhh!" The last was a grunt as his lips tightly clamped down on the tremendously sensitive almond-like bud of her shuddering clitoris, pulling and sucking with a power that threatened to pull the nodule from Roseann's body. She writhed insanely, then threw herself back against the bed, weakened by the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling, as well as a suddenly uncontrollable hunger between her helplessly shuddering white thighs. She had to make a final protest before yielding, and finally said, "No. . . it's wrong . .. you know it. . . don't . . . uhhhhhh ... do that..."
Terry continued lapping strongly for another minute, plunging his tongue in and out, making her wriggle uncontrollably. Finally, he lifted his face from between her thighs. It was wet and shiny with her secretions, and the sight of him that way sent jitters churning through her body as he said, "Stop fighting it, Roseann. You know and I know that it feels good. And as long as no harm can come from it, why not simply lie back and enjoy it."
"Oh Terry, I trusted you," she gasped. "Now you're speaking vile words and doing terrible things to me," she moaned.
In answer, Terry lowered his chin and ran his long, wet tongue along one side of her shuddering labia, licking with tantalizing little licks, watching her face as he did so. Her face contorted, but not with disgust. What he was seeing was a fight taking place inside herself for some kind of self-control. Terry was convinced the woman would no longer continue resisting him . . . certainly not at the moment with her love-starved vagina in command of her sexually wanting body. Satisfied with the way she was reacting, his eyes returned to feast on her now lushly swollen cuntlips which had puffed out and swelled, changing from a pale pink to a richly vibrant coral since he had started his tonguing of her. He stared into the depths of her throbbingly quivering flesh. The lips looked like those of a guppy waiting to suck him inside.
Roseann listened to the sounds of Terry's heavy breathing and her ears tingled. He was making all kinds of rasping sounds as she looked down at his face again. He had risen to his knees now, his wet face no longer buried in her steeming swamp. Her juices dripped from his cheeks and his chin, falling to her stomach and thighs, and she shuddered feeling forbidden thrills. His own face was contorted with lust, and Roseann knew there was no reasonable way of stopping him.
Her eyes began moving down the length of his almost-hairless chest and pane-flat stomach to his thickly pulsating phallus. It stood out like a massive pole from the jungle thatch of hair on his pelvis. As she watched, his hand began stroking his massive thickness, tugging it back and forth, and she shuddered looking at the size of his purple penile point. She looked more closely at it, it was even thicker than her husband's, and she began to tremble, realizing her cunt was used to the thickness sported by Leon. This penis, pushing into her, would be stretching her inner walls again, perhaps creating pain and discomfort for her.
"Please ...-." she whispered. "You wouldn't. . . you couldn't..."
Not that she was afraid of pregnancy again. If her body refused to yield to the heavy doses of sperm her husband had fired into her all these years, the odds were against this man doing anything to make her belly swell. Still, it was wrong to let him do this, and she had to fight against it.
"I'm going to fuck you, Roseann," he replied. "That is exactly what I'm going to do. I don't know what you do with your husband, but one thing is obvious, and that is, he's simply not doing the job he ought to be doing. I can't promise to succeed where he failed, but I sure as hell am going to give it one fantastic try. You're the most desirable woman I've^ known in all the time I've been fucking, and I need to fuck you as I need to breathe."
The horrendous sound of his licentious words both terrified and thrilled the trembling Roseann. Her eyes remained locked on his immense pole of flesh as he continued gripping it in his hand and pointing it at her. She gaped at it with a wide-open mouth, as she found her errant mind wondering if it might be possible for this man who looked so much like her son, to bring her body the satisfaction it had been craving. The situation at present was much like the night her husband had raped her, and Terry made it appear even more so when he said, 'i want your approval, Roseann. I know you won't give it verbally, but I want it anyway. So in order to show me you don't hate what we're doing in spite of what you might say, I want you to put it in for me."
"Oh no!" she gasped. "Dear heaven, I can't do a thing like that. Please . . . please . . . don't do this terrible thing. Make believe we never got this far. Just get up, get dressed, and leave, and I'll be in to work tomorrow as if this never took place."
"Take it!" he insisted, his breath heavy with lust for her. And in his almost cruel desire to possess her he reached down, grabbed her arm, and forced her to wrap her hand around his pulsating cock. "Put it in!" he gasped, his voice all choked up. "Please, Terry . . . no . . . don't do this . . ." she began protesting, but then saw the horrifying look in his eyes and knew there was no way to reason with him. Her hand tightened around the throbbing penis it was holding, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until she thought it would certainly fall off. Her moving fingers around the penis became aware of the true thickness of the organ. It all but dwarfed, and she became more terrified than ever. As the terror spread through her something else also built higher in her. There was a yearning lust spreading up from her fingers, moving through her arms to her shoulder, and then to the rest of her body.
"Please, Roseann," he whispered, though his voice was commanding, not begging. He was lowering his hips between her thighs, bringing the enormous pike of flesh closer and closer to the trembling lips of her tender pussy. "Put it in," he gasped, his voice a strangled cry of. lascivious desire, and the desire was for her. He was aroused by her, personally, and not by the mere fact that she was an available female.
Terry pushed his body against hers as the solidity of his swollen penis beat wildly like an external heart against her rounded white upper loins. His face loomed over her, and as handsome as it was, it appeared almost threatening at that point. Forcing herself not to think about what was happening, Roseann guided the solidly rigid shaft of flesh, muscle, and gristle to the passion-drenched opening of her vulva-lips. The swollen, dome-shaped head scraped electrifyingly against her swollen inner labia, rubbing up and down for a moment and then pressing slowly inward, causing new, unwanted shivers of wild abandon to surge through her abdomen. This was wrong, and she knew it. In fact, it was doubly wrong. Not only was a man who was not her husband fucking her, but he was forcing her to commit adultery.
Roseann dared not move, not even a little as she felt the heavy pressure of his penis increasing in the small, narrow vaginal opening. There was more than discomfort, there was actual pain, and Roseann, by rights, ought to have cried out, but she was much too frightened and afraid--too shocked by all that was happening at the moment to cry out--yet.
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy!" Terry gasped. "Roseann you have to have the tightest, narrowest pussy I've ever felt surrounding the head of my cock. I've had virgins who weren't as tight as you. Ohhhhhh you are fabulousssss ..."
He shoved again, and his licentiously bloated penile head was now forcing its thick way into the narrowly wet and pulsating throbbing cunt. The naked wife and mother's eyes widened with overpowering pain as her rounded asscheeks continued to grind into the strong mattress beneath her in an effort to escape the agonizing impalement.
"Please . . ." she gasped. "Terry, if our working together these past two weeks has meant anything to you .. . stop . .. you're hurting me. I can't!. . uuuuuggggghhhhhh! .. take ittttttt!.." she screeched at him, totally sober as the last wisps of alcohol left her fogged brain.
Totally deaf to her pleas, Terry continued his deep-driving penetration of her extremely tight and vulnerable pussy. He felt her inner flesh stretching and yielding to his thrusts, but she was no virgin, she was a married woman who ought to have been fucked regularly. From the amount of lubrication her seething tunnel was emitting, there simply ought not to be the kind of excruciating pain she was claiming to feel. Slowly, he continued pushing his burningly throbbing phallus, inch by fiery inch, into her cringing vaginal tunnel. Terry thrilled to the surrounding warmth of her inner walls as they clung to his burning penis as a custom-designed sheath fitted around a probing saber.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . aaaauuuuugggghhhhh!" Roseann wailed out loud as the man's stiffened length of masculine flesh slid deeper and deeper into her straining cuntal orifice. The huge mass of cock was plugging her vagina as it had never been filled. The squirming and wriggling Roseann was able to feel every ridge of muscle, every flange of his penile head, every rugged swell of his corrugated organ through the agonizingly stretched walls of her taut vagina.
Terry remained still for a moment, unable to believe a woman married this long was this tight. She was so deliciously tight, had he not known better, he would have been willing to wager a lot of money that his was the first penis to plumb her narrowly sucking depths. Grinning with desire, he pulled in his stomach muscles that caused his penis to jerk and throb inside her as it twitched and swelled. The heated confines of her narrow interior were forced to widen with it.
"Hhhhhuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhh . . . aaaaannnnnnngggggghhhhhh . .. that hurrrrrts," Roseann moaned tearfully, the water streaming from her eyes and staining her cheeks.
Terry waited awhile until he was certain her vaginal interior had accustomed itself to his breadth, then gradually began short little thrusts, moving his swollen cock in and out of her tortured vagina. Each forward thrust brought another whimper of agonized pain and protest from the naked Roseann's tightly clenched lips. In order to widen her even more, Terry began a rotating motion of his hips as he moved back and forth. Little by little he sunk his solid cock until the minaret-shaped head was pushing past her cervix, sliding beneath it into the sweet depths of her shuddering vagina. He sawed in and out above her, thrusting with a long, smooth motion, feeling the tenderly warm and clinging flesh of her seething-vaginal passage.
Son of a bitch! he thought to himself, I'm close to coming, already. I hope she's close. Her cunt is so tight she's milking the semen from my balls.
Bob Wallner had intended staying at his friend's house the entire night, but when Joey started acting like a horse's ass, wanting to have a jerking off contest, he decided Joey was not mentally equal to him. Hell! He'd been fucking girls for more than a year, now. No one jerked off anymore. That was for kids. Obviously Joey was still a kid. So Bob had said his goodnight's to Joey, and he had left, deciding he was better off at home since there was no tail worth chasing. All the girls really worth fucking were off somewhere with some other guy, and he had no intention of dipping his wick into some pig just for the sake of getting it wet.
When he got to the house he saw the fancy car parked outside instead of his mom's, and he wondered if his mother had dared the wrath of his father, and had gone out and bought herself a new vehicle. No, from what he was able to see, even though the car was nice-looking, it was too much a car he, himself, would buy rather than the practical kind of vehicle his parents preferred. His mother had a visitor.
Shrugging he entered the house and looked around. There was no one downstairs. And that was when he heard the sighs and gasps from upstairs as he heard his mother's voice saying, "No, Terry, no . . . it. . . uhhhhhh . . . isn't. . . ohhhhhhh .. . right,. . ahhhhh ..."
Bob didn't listen to the words. He had heard words like that hundreds of times when he, himself, had fucked a girl. They all begged him not to do it, while deep down that was precisely what they wanted him to do. But this time the voice belonged to his mother, and she was begging some strange man not to do it. His own mother-fucked! It had never occurred to Bob that his mother indulged in the same kind of intercourse all other women enjoyed. Somehow he had believed his parents above such animalism, as if he might have been immaculately conceived. After all, his mother'sxunt was sacred.
Concerned, he quietly tiptoed up the stairs, going to the open-door of his parents' bedroom. Whoever was fucking his mother, he knew it wasn't his father, because the old man had gone away on another of his fuck-and-holler conventions. Maybe his mother was fooled by what was going on, but he wasn't. He knew his old man was crawling into a different cunt every night while at the convention. It was the idea of going to these conventions that had made Bob decide he would become a full fledged optometrist.
Peering into the bedroom, what he saw was unbelievable. This was the first time since he was able to remember that he was seeing his mother naked, and by the great horned toad she had to be the most perfect-looking female he'd even seen. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was all an illusion. This was incredible. His mother's thighs were wide apart, and a man had his big fat cock inserted into the narrowness of her vaginal aperture. It was an obscene sight, and it drew his eyes the way a magnet drew iron. He stared goggle-eyed at the nakedness of his mother. His mouth hung wide open with disbelief and he was glued to the spot. His mother's wetly glistening cuntlips seemed to be speaking to him, even though pried apart by the man's thrusting penis. He gazed at the way the man's organ thrust its way in and out of her tightness.
It was incredible, but his mother fucked. She fucked like any other female, and she had the most gorgeous form he'd ever seen. Merely standing there, watching, he developed a king-sized erection, growing savagely to enormous length. His own mother, simply lying there and accepting the length of cock being driven in and out of her. The words she was moaning were the same words so many other girls had mumbled. He wanted to believe she was being forced into this, but he found it difficult, watching the way her body was bouncing in time to the way the man's cock fucked into her.
What really excited him was the sight of her fingers reaching around and digging into his buttocks, sinking her nails into the man's flesh and forcing him to pump even faster. She continued verbally protesting and begging him not to do it, but her hands clung to his buttocks, making his ass move that much more swiftly, driving his fleshy spike in and out of her turmoiled interior. She was licentiously groaning, filling her son's ears with the noise of her moans.
The teenage boy gasped at the lascivious sucking sounds of the penis moving in and out of his mother's tightness, and unconsciously found himself thrusting his own body back and forth. He pumped as if thrusting his own penis into a vagina, and suddenly realized he was wishing he was fucking his own mother. The idea was obscene, but it filled him with lust, and he realized he wanted to fuck her more than any other girl he had ever known. For the first time he was able to view his mother as a female rather than a mere mother.
Seeing her under the man fucking her, he groaned to himself, wondering how she was able to betray him.- It never once occurred to him she was betraying his father. On the contrary, his father no longer entered his mind. His mother was being untrue to him.
He stood by the door, wanting to charge in and throw them apart, but for the sole reason he'd be able to plug himself into his mother. He forced himself to hold back, knowing his mother would not only be unhappy about being discovered in her infidelity, but would rebel at the idea of being fucked by her own son.
It was obvious from the sighs and moans coming from his mother that she needed the cock in her body. Well, hell! His own prick was just as good as that of any other man, and he'd be able to fuck up just as much of a storm. Hell! His was always home, too. His mother wouldn't have to go looking on the outside.
Suddenly the boy realized just what it was he had been contemplating, and he shivered. Incest! Even the word Seemed like something awful. Why was he thinking this way? He was unable to understand what was happening to him. All he knew was his mother had suddenly become very desirable to him in a sexual way. Her soft, mounded breasts," her tautly flat belly, and the soft brown curls of vaginal hair. How he wished he was the one fucking her at the moment. She deserved his cock. He deserved her cunt. He watched the man pounding into her, treating her like some piece of meat rather than the wonderful woman she was, and he ached to beat the man to a pulp. His mother should be fucked slowly, with long, easing strokes, and not the quick, rapid pace this man was using.
Unable to watch any longer, he turned around and hurried to his own room, clamping his hands over his ears, not wanting to listen to what they were doing.
Roseann lay moaning beneath the bucking body of the man who was her present employer, her mind a whirling vortex of agony, shame, and revulsion. The pain was really no longer there, and the discomfort was starting to dissolve. There was a mounting pleasure within her, for her eyes were shut, and the man fucking her was not the man she imagined. Her brain felt and sensed her son, and he was the one whose cock was continually filling her.
Ohhhhhh goodness, but it was starting to feel so wonderful.
Fuck me, Bob, she thought. Fuck me, my son. And a moment later she wondered what was wrong with her, thinking such totally impure and evil thoughts.
Her vaginal muscles began reacting of their own accord, tightening around the thrusting penis, i
gripping it, feeling and savoring the full length of it as it ploughed back and forth through her shuddering body. She wanted to shut her mind to it as she had done all the years with Leon, but it was impossible. There was a completely different feel to the organ now pumping into her. It made her body writhe and twist as it reacted unwittingly to the man's powerful thrusts.
The orgasm built faster than she expected, swelling in her body, building higher, higher, higher, and her vaginal muscles slowly began clamping tightly around the penis thrusting into her as she gasped, "I'm... ohhhhhhh. .. HHHHHUUUUUUUUNNNN-NNNNHHHHHHH . . . GGGGGAAAA-AAANNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH. . . C-O-O-O-MMMMMHIIINNNNNGGGGG..."
The young attorney was surprised she was climaxing so quickly, her orgasm bursting through her like flares on a dark night, and the muscles of her vagina milked so tightly around his own thrusting penis, he was overjoyed to find her in the throes of her climax.
Terry sperm-bloated testicles slapped solidly against the white nakedness of Roseann's unprotected asscheeks, and through his scrotum he sensed the delicious softness of her churning buttocks. The heated dampness in her wide-split anal crevice, where her slithery fluids mingled with his own saliva, dripped lower and lower in her cleft, falling to the bedsheets, and Terry found himself pumping faster and faster as the semen churned in his testicles, aching for release. His throbbing wrinkled sac felt ready to burst open because of the mounting pressure, and then he bellowed, "HHHHHAAAAAYYYYY-YYAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" as he fired his white froth into her feminine vestibule. His sperm soon filled her to overflowing, and the white fluid soaked through the covers. When it was over, Roseann knew her employment with Terry Williams was over. She'd never be able to face him, again.
Chapter Four
The convention, as always, was a tremendous success, and Leon Wallner came home flushed with the pleasure of having enjoyed some of the finest pussy he'd ever known. What he had really enjoyed was the way one of the girls had sucked his cock. Hell! It had been so long since he'd been blown he'd almost forgotten about it. The broad who had given it had been so sophisticated. Those conventioneers really knew how to find the high-priced ones. It would be nice for his wife to take a lesson from one of those women. The time~ had come for him to get more than a cold piece of ass.
Bob Wallner had become very moody, and Roseann was unable to figure out what was wrong with her son. At first she thought he might have a cold or be sick, but Bob assured her he was fine. He had no fever, and so Roseann allowed him to continue coming and going as he wished.
Summer was lousy as far as Bob was concerned. He didn't have any kind of a job because his father gave him a huge allowance, in addition to giving him a credit card to buy whatever he wanted at the local stores. The boy studied hard during the school season, and it was obvious he was on his way to becoming an optometrist.
Bob already had a car of his own, and his father willingly paid whatever incredible insurance rates necessary to keep the boy driving.
It was Monday, and Bob was on the beach, relaxing, unable to get the picture of his mother being fucked out of his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he wished he was the one fucking her. Hell! He'd crawled out of that same hole seventeen years earlier, and now he wanted to put part of himself right back inside.
"Hi, Bob," a voice said, breaking into his thoughts.
Looking up, the boy saw a very slender woman in a bikini and realized it was Marilyn Callan, one of his mother's close friends and canasta playmates. Marilyn was a small woman, and extremely slender, but she had more than enough meat in the right places. Her breasts while not enormous, but were certainly ample enough, and she had a pixieish face. No, she looked more like a female leprechaun, which was not to say she wasn't pretty. On the contrary, she was an extremely pretty woman, though it was true she had small hips. But then, a man didn't fuck a woman's hips. True, a woman used the swivels in her hips to pump, but that didn't mean the hips had to be wide.
Marilyn had light-brown hair, just like his mother, and her arms and thighs were slender and columnar, just like those of his mother, and he suddenly felt an ache in his groin, as if wanting to fuck her as a substitute for his mother.
"Hi, Mrs. Callan," he greeted.
"Come on, Bob," she said in her impish voice. "You're not an infant anymore. You're old enough to call me by my first name. From now on call me Marilyn. Why are you all alone on this stretch of beach?" she asked, referring to the fact that he was lying in a deserted area about a hundred yards away from other teenage boys and girls who were playing volleyball.
"I just wanted to relax instead of getting involved in all those kid games," he told her.
"My, my, but you are growing up," she admitted, her eyes wandering all over his body.
Marilyn Callan had married in her late twenties, and as a result, her two daughters were in their mid and early teens, and her son was still in his pre-teens. All three of her children were away at camp, and though she and her husband both worked to help make ends meet, she was just starting her three-week vacation. Unlike Roseann, Marilyn was considerably more practical when it came to sex. Her husband wasn't as virile as she hoped, and every now and again she discreetly stepped out on him. The previous evening had been a disaster for her when her husband, so tired from working six days a week, had been unable to raise an erection on the seventh day. Marilyn was hot and in need of cooling off. To her, Bob Wallner was the perfect firehose. The moment she saw him alone on the beach, she decided the boy would fill the bill very nicely, or to be more precise, he would fill her vagina very nicely.
"Would you prefer it if I went away?" she asked.
"Heck, no," he smiled. "You would be a pleasure compared to some of those kids."
"Oh but you really are growing up."
She sat beside him on the sand for awhile and they sunbathed together in silence. Then Marilyn decided to take a dip in the ocean and asked Bob if he would please hang around. She didn't like the idea of going swimming without someone watching, in case she caught a cramp. Bob said he'd be glad to watch her, and as she ran into the water he had to admit she had one sweet body on her, just like his mother, even if she was a little shorter. He watched her swim for some minutes, and then she came out, ringing wet, her short curls dripping water. She was halfway between himself and the water, when she stumbled and fell.
Bob jumped up and ran over to her, saying, "Hey, you all right?"
"I think I twisted my ankle," she told him, lying on the sand with her wet blue bikini plastered to her body, making her look even more desirable. "Look, Bob, help me to my car. I'll drive home somehow or other."
"Hey, don't be silly," he insisted. "I'll take you home. You can always send someone else back with me to pick up your car."
"I don't want to put you to any trouble," she insisted.
"My pleasure," he told her, picking her up and carrying her to the blanket on. which he had been lying. He rolled the blanket around her and once again picked her up, carrying her to his car. Supporting her with one arm, he opened the passenger door of his car and seated her inside. Then he helped her get comfortable in before getting behind the wheel and driving directly to her house. He parked the car in the alley between her home and the one next door. The shades of the other house were all pulled down, indicating no one else was home, which was bad, because a robber would have easily been able to get inside.
Bob lifted Marilyn out of the car and carried her into her home through the rear door. They moved through the kitchen to the dining room where a flight of stairs led up to her bedroom.
Once upstairs, Marilyn showed him the way to the master bedroom, and he carried her inside. It was a small bedroom, with a dressing table, some mirrors, a dresser, a chest of drawers and an immense, circular bed in the middle of the room. He put her down on the bed, and lo and behold, he realized it was a waterbed.
"Hey," he murmured, panting a little, but not from the exertion of carrying her. Her nearness had aroused him. "I think you'll be all right, now."
"Don't leave," Marilyn said, looking into his eyes, her hand reaching out and imperceptibly touching his knee.
The moment her hand touched his knee, Marilyn felt the boy tremble beneath her fingers, but he said nothing nor did he pull away, and when she made him sit beside her, letting her fingers rub his hairless chest, all he did was breathe a little more heavily. He became extremely nervous,, not knowing what to do or say at this point. Up to now, his conquests had been girls his own age or a little younger. This was the first time he was becoming involved with a woman his mother's age, and the idea that such a mature female found him attractive made him , breathe a little more heavily.
Was this really happening? he thought to himself. It was as if all the things for which he had been silently wishing a few minutes earlier were starting to come true. He gulped and closed his eyes, feeling a little taken aback at the sudden turn of events. His head was reeling, perhaps from too much sun, but he was barely able to think straight.
"I like your hair, Bob," she told him, pressing her nose against his head as she ran her fingers through his now-unruly mop. "I've always had a fondness for curly hair."
Bob gulped and attempted to reply, but there really wasn't very much to say. This was all so unexpected, yet he had to say something or be thought of as some kind of clod.
Hell! he said to himself. This is the kind of thing a guy dreams of Imagine, Marilyn Calian wants me.
Why not? He was young, handsome, virile, and able to keep an erection under almost any circumstances at this time in his life. Why was it so inconceivable a woman wanted to enjoy him?
When her hand, which was still on his knee, slid between his thighs and gently caressed his already turgid cock, as she whispered, "I've always had a fondness for this, too," the boy was instantly snapped out of his reverie, while she began stroking the organ.
Holy cow! This was all too good to be true. He simply wasn't able to believe this was really happening to him, even though his ego continually assured him he was better than most. His throbbing penis was now fully erect, bloated with blood. Here he was, alone in this bedroom with this magnificent specimen of womanhood. Hell! Next to his own mother she was probably the best thing around. Had she been able to read his mind and know how much he wanted her? If so, was this need of her for him something recent, or was it possible she'd had the hots for him for some time, now? Heck, if he'd had any kind of idea how this woman had wanted him, he wouldn't have waited this long for her. This wasn't some inexperienced teenage bit of fluff who didn't know one hole from another. This was a woman, a real woman, with a wildly overpowering sex drive that paled the urges of the teenage girls he knew into insignificance. He wanted to ask her if she knew what she was doing, but he felt that would have made him appear even dumber and less mature than the girls he had been knocking. She was offering him herself. He had to be a total dummy to refuse her. Heck! He was starved for his own mother, and he damn well knew he wasn't going to get her. Might just as well take advantage of this one. Then he thought of his mother, with her lovely face and her big brown eyes, and something inside him stopped him.
"Look, Marilyn, it isn't that I'm ungrateful, but..."
"But what?" she asked. "Is there some teenage girl to whom you've promised fidelity?"
"Heck, no, it's nothing like that. I just wonder if something like this is really right..."
"You have a lot of your mother in you," Marilyn smiled, still caressing his phallic length. "But the fact of the matter is, there's nothing really wrong with this. It's very right. Look, I understand what's happening. You're starting to grow up, and you're a little unsure about making love to one of your mother's friends. I know you don't think I'm too old for you. I knew that the moment I saw you, today. But you feel you might be betraying your mother, in a way, screwing her friend. Well, the only person who'll be hurt by all this is me... if you don't give me that penis of yours. I need it, Bob. I need it very much. Don't tell me you're getting all you want from the other girls. No man gets all he wants. "
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I mean I know Mom would tear my head off for doing such a thing..."
"Stop talking that way," Marilyn insisted. "I love your mother. She's my friend. But this has absolutely nothing to do with her, honey. There's no way in the world she can give you what you really want from a woman. I can. You know I'm right."
The boy slowly nodded, thinking that fucking this woman might rid him of his horrible incestuous desire. "I suppose you're right," he nodded.
"Besides, who's going to tell your Mom about us?" Marilyn asked. "I'm certainly not going to tell her, and I don't think you'd be dumb enough."
"That's true," he admitted.
"This'll be our private secret," she insisted. "You'll be fulfilling me as a woman, and at the same time you'll be taking a full measure of satisfaction from me, as well."
"Uh huh!"
"Come on, Bob. I'll do whatever you want, any way you want, and you'll love it. All you have to do is ask ... ."
The boy's solidly throbbing cock suddenly gave a violent spastic jerk at the understated erotic promise of the lovely woman's soft words. He looked into her rich brown eyes and met her unashamed gaze head-on, marveling at the rich sensuality that made her face shine. Her lips were thin and shaped like a cupid's bow, but it didn't make them any less sensuous.
Blood ran through his vessels, and without making an actual conscious decision he found himself wrapping his strong arms around the body of this woman who was his mother's friend, feeling the way she boldly pressed herself against him, able once again to express his pent-up desires.
"Mmmmmmm," Marilyn hummed. "You're so strong and masculine. Your arms feel so good."
Panting heavily, the boy began burning heated kisses on the woman's swanlike neck. Then his lips touched her lovely face, and his nose buried itself in her drying hair. At last their mouths came together eagerly, meshing one against the other in a lengthy, passionate kiss as their arms embraced and their tongues plunged hungrily, greedily into one another's wide-open mouths as if each was draining life from the other.
"Ohhhhhh . . . love me, Bob," she whispered. "Really love me and hug me and kiss me. . . ohhhhhhhhh ..."
The sounds of this mature, intelligent woman, who often talked about political affairs with his father as if she were the only one who really knew what was going on was how making mewling gasps and whispers of aroused passion, firing the young man's licentious desires even more. He rolled against her,-pressing his body to hers, molding his fire-filled loins to her body, he rubbed his solidly stiffened cock against her thigh until her hand once again groped between, their bodies as they frantically writhed against each other. Her fingers gripped the solidly straining hardness inside his heavy swim trunks.
"Uhhhhwowwwww!" he gasped, still rolling against her, kissing her throat. "I like that. I really like that," he heard himself frankly admitting. "You have one helluva hand, there. Oh wow!"
Moaning in response, the beautiful woman started rolling her fingers tightly around the cloth-covered organ, starting a thrillingly massaging motion of the young boy's hugely swollen organ. She stroked the heavy, length of his throbbing shaft repeatedly before allowing her fingers to grope lower and wander over the surface of his delicate, egg-shaped testicles. His moans and sighs mingled with those coming from her as his hands groped behind her, finally managing to undo the top of her bikini. He whipped it off and threw it on the floor, caressing the softly resilient breasts that now bounced in front of him in proud and eager freedom. In a matter of seconds her walnut-brown nipples had hardened into chips of crystallized carbon as her razor-sharp teeth began nipping his earlobes.
Gradually, the boy's astonishment at the woman's directness slowly began melting as he enjoyed the wonderful contours of her lovely body, melting into him with an all-encompassing rapture. Even the wicked pain he felt as her teeth sank deeper and deeper into his earlobe was no longer painful, but a masochistically delightful feeling. She finally released his ear and pressed her lips to the side of his neck, kissing with such intensity, the boy thought he might be totally enveloped in flames. For a brief while all thoughts of his mother disappeared from his mind.
"You're terrific," the boy whispered. "You're something completely out of this world. No girl has ever kissed me that way, before."
Whatever minor restraint the boy had felt now, totally disappeared from his brain and he began tugging and pulling at her bikini bottom, yanking until the entire garment was off and tossed to the side. That the two of them were still crusted with sand which they both ignored. He leaped from the waterbed and stripped off his own trunks, revealing the length and thickness of his massive cock, and Marilyn gasped with surprise. She had expected a nice-sized organ, but never anything the like of which she was staring at now. It was unbelievable. In length it had to be at least three inches longer than that of her husband, and her husband's cock was definitely not a small one. Its breadth had to be nearly two-thirds greater than that of her husband, and once again, her spouse's organ was by no means a pencil-thin penis. It was solid, a deep brown with a lovely purple point, and it was aimed directly at her, making a direct accusation at her of its condition.
"You have one fantastic body," he whispered.
"It is really lovely and adorable."
Marilyn got to her feet and walked around the room, letting him enjoy the sight of her nakedness from both, the front and the rear. He eased himself down on the bed, his erection now rigidly stabbing the air, and triumph ran rampantly through the woman as she realized this bronze adonis was hers. She had no idea what the future held in store, but she did know that this very -moment he was hers to do with as she pleased, and she pleased to do one helluva lot with him. He had dark-brown tufts of hair beneath his arms and on his pelvis, much like his father. Yes, Marilyn had scored with Leon Wallner a few times, but not even the father had an organ to compare with that of the boy's. He had such broad shoulders, such a slim waist, and he had fiat-but-powerful buttocks. But it was the muscle between his thighs that fascinated her the most. That magnificent cock had to be one of the longest, thickest she had ever beheld, and though Marilyn had hardly been the kind to test out all the penises in town, she had seen enough to know this was one loooonnnngggg cock.
Yes, here was a boy who was not only worthy of her, but who was truly equipped to give her the time of her life. She was going to reciprocate in kind, and show him just how much fun it was to be fucked by a woman who knew what she was doing, instead of one of those insipid female teenagers who was unable to tell her vagina from her anus.
It was unfair of her to classify all girls the same way--after all, her own daughters would shortly be at the stage in life where virginity was now all but an impossibility--but the fact remained that very few girls were really capable of throwing a good fuck, whether for a man or a boy. When the time came, she would at least have the decency to instruct her daughters on how to react. If the girls were unable to keep their hymens intact, at least she'd be able to teach them to be good in bed. At least when the right man came along, each one would be capable of snaring him.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the sex-hungry teenager abruptly rolled off the bed and lunged for her, his strong hands running up and down the length of her trembling body. He massaged her legs in turn without actually touching her vagina, letting her know he knew more than a few tricks already. He even tossed her on the bed and massaged her feet, rubbing her arches, squeezing her toes, working his palms over her heels. He was all over her, his hands here and there, touching every part of her curvaceous body at once, feeling out every crevice and curve of her ripe form.
He's a real man, all right, Marilyn thought. Just like his father. In fact, considering his age and experience, he was even more of a man than his father.
Now Marilyn was the one overcome with passion. She reached up and grabbed his throbbing penile shaft, squeezing the entire blood-swollen length of it. Underneath an outer coating of velvet skin she felt a rod as solid as iron, and she began artistically massaging its entire length, caressing the tan shank, rubbing the lilac head, and caressing his swollen testicles. Her fingertips teased the tiny glans-slit, and then ran underneath the corona, rubbing and massaging it, making it throb and pulsate with the need for her.
Bob felt as if his entire inner self was a sea of burning lava, as if his blood had turned to shuddering electricity. Swiftly his hand moved toward the wool-soft fleece of her tender vaginal hairs until he was able to locate the pulsing bud of her throbbing little clitoris. The woman shivered in delight, pleased this was one young man familiar enough with anatomy to know what part of her body to seek. She trembled with more delight as she gasped, "Ahhhhh, yes, yes, darling, yes, that's it,"~ and her own fingers pulled even more solidly on the rigid thickness that was his solid cock as he continued kneading her nerve-filled love-button to the full length of its throbbing miniature erection.
"Like?" he asked, panting into her ear.
"Ohhhhh, you'd better believe it," she gasped, shuddering with lust. "I can't take any more of this. I want you to fuck me, and fuck me right now."
"In awhile," he whispered, suddenly realizing how licentiously delightful four-letter words sounded coming from a woman he had always considered to be so primly proper.
Spinning her onto her belly, he teased the crack between her rectal cheeks, massaging the little crinkle of her anus, then slowly allowing his fingers to dip lower into the pink slash between her thighs. Marilyn parted her slender loins, letting them fall apart to make things easier for him. Her hips began a delightfully wanton rolling as her belly pressed into the waterbed. The sounds of the water inside the mattress made Bob think of the coast at low tide, with the water quietly lapping at the shore. Seeing how unrestrained this woman's response was, the boy became that much more excited as unbearable tension continued building inside his shuddering body. Now freed from any initial reluctance he might have felt at the idea of fucking a friend of his mother's, he found himself able to truly explore his deepest erotic passions without fear of unpleasant repercussions. Hungrily anxious, the young boy began stroking his middle finger into the heatedly clutching depths of the uninhibited Marilyn's eagerly open vaginal channel. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, wriggling her buttocks at him. She reached back, grabbed his penis, and began tugging, letting him know she wanted him to mount her as a stallion would mount a mare. She arched her buttocks up, moving up on her knees, saying, "Come on, Bob. Put that lovely cock of yours into me." And she silently added, Use that cock that's bigger than your father's into my cunt, you bull-hung stud.
Bob needed no further urging. He was on his knees behind her now, rubbing her asscheeks with the palms of his hands, using his thumbs to spread them wide, giving himself an unobstructed view of he? lovely pink opening. It looked so deliciously wanton and wet, much like his mother's. Holding his penis, he aimed it directly into the wet tunnel, then slowly began pushing forward, feeling the tightly sweet resistance of her interior slide around his throbbing length as it slowly pushed into her. Marilyn gasped as the boy reached forward and under her, grasping her breasts as if for support. He massaged her nipples and rubbed her dangling mammaries, then flicked his hips forward . . . hard, ramming the full length of himself all the way into her deliciously heated and sodden pussy. Suddenly they were no longer an older woman and a younger boy, nor were they friendly neighbors, but two elemental human beings united in the time-honored rapture of physical delight.
"Hhhhhuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" the staked Marilyn gasped out loud, her rapturous cry of delightful thrills sounding throughout the room like the cry of a ewe pleading with the ram to go deeper as she gasped, ''S-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . wonnnnnderrrrrfulllll.. . ohhhhhh!"
"You really dig it, huh?" Bob asked, proud of the fact that he was making the woman happy. He tugged back a little and then thrust forward even harder, using his muscular hips and buttocks to send the entire length of his pulsating penile log thrusting all the way to the balls, into the gasping, sighing woman's clinging vaginal tunnel.-Lord-a-mighty but the strong, well-developed muscles inside her firm cunt were better than anything he'd felt with any inexperienced virgin. He felt as if he was being sucked into the very vortex of her being. This was the most singularly fantastic sensation he had ever known, and he'd be damned if he would bother with inexperienced teenagers again.
"That is good," Marilyn sighed, as if she had been injected with heroin. "That is really good."
"You really go for it, huh?" Bob murmured, still clinging to her dangling breasts, feeling the roundness of her asscheeks against his pelvis. "Well I'm gonna give you the ride of your life, lady. I'm gonna fuck you like I've never fucked any female before. I'm gonna fuck you hard and deep."
"That's the only way," Marilyn assured him. "Hard and deep. Give me everything you have, Bob. Every last solid inch of that fat, delicious cock you've shoved into me."
"You've got it," he assured her.
In all the time he had been fucking high-school girls, Bob Wallner had never felt anything like this.
He had always believed it was best to fuck virgins or near-virgins because of their tightness. Now, for the first time, he was learning what an experienced woman was capable of with the muscular control in her vagina. This beat popping cherries all hollow. It was also a lot less messier. Though he had found a way to relieve his frustrations, he'd never had a woman to satisfy his deepest, most primitive urges. Not that there was anything wrong with soft, gentle caresses, and tender kisses mixed with the whispers of sweet endearments, but without realizing it, he had not had the one thing he'd really wanted and needed. He had never known the thrilling excitement and delicious wanton freedom of totally and completely abandoned fucking. Now, with this slender woman whose slimness belied the strength that was inside her, he first felt overwhelmed with the overpowering flood of animal lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she begged.
"That's just what I'm gonna do," he assured her, his hoarse voice filling the bedroom as he began plunging his penis deftly into her with hard, solid, driving strokes, punching the hard cock in and out of her seething vagina, feeling the thrilling way it skillfully squeezed his cock. "I'm gonna fuck that hot pussy of yours until it falls off," he gasped.
Marilyn's writhing body felt erotic thrills shudder through them as she slammed her ass up to meet his thrusts every time, thrilling to the overpowering intensity of the boy's lust. The woman thrashed wildly about beneath him, wailing out her definite approval of the way he was fucking.
"Haaaannnnhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . yesssssss .... harrrrderrrrr. . . fuck me, Bob . . . fuck me harrrrderrrrr . . . hurrrrrt meeeee . . . keep fucking that big prick into meeeeee ..."
The woman's wanton pleading, and the sight of her lovely body writhing beneath him with her buttocks rubbing his belly increased the boy's already lascivious arousal. She likes it crammed into her, does she? he thought with a certain sadistic thrill. Well he'd show her just how deep he was able to ram his cock into her sucking cuntal tunnel.
Under him, Marilyn's firmly rounded buttocks were bobbing up and down against his body as his penis pushed between her thighs with wickedly punishing thrusts, and his sperm-bloated balls thwacked against the titillated button of her clitoris, rubbing and massaging it each time he slammed his body forward. The heated sperm was bubbling and churning in his twin egg-shaped testicles. He gritted his teeth, determined to restrain his semen as long as possible. The climax was gathering violently inside him, and the longer he held it back, the more explosive it would be when it finally erupted from him. This cool, intelligent, sophisticated woman he had always thought of as an adult far above him had suddenly transformed herself into a shameless tramp, but she deserved the best he had to offer, and so he stroked long and hard into her, letting her feel the full length of his organ drive ever deeper.
"Ohhhhhh . . . yesssss . . . good... I like that. . . keep doing it that way . . ." she gasped.
She continued slamming her cock-filled pussy back against his groin, hitting his thighs and belly with her rounded buttocks, thrilling to the sensations the young boy was pumping into her. It had been a long, long time since Marilyn had been fucked by anyone with this kind of verve and stamina. Yes it felt good to have a cock that wouldn't quit inside her, especially when it was attached to a young boy with loads of energy. She was drowning in a wonderful sea of thrilling pleasure, and if she had to die this way, there was no better way to go. Wave after wave of sheer, blissful pleasure inundated her, surging through her shudderingly masochistic body, but even as she wallowed in this, delightful rapture of being overpoweringly and brutally used by this new young lover, she was also infused with a total sense of egotistical success.
This is the first, she thought. If I can lure this boy, I can convince any young buck to throw his cock into me. Yes, I need young men, strong men, men who can appreciate me more than the simpering teenage brats they have to fight for. Little by little I'll build a male harem of high school boys. And when they go on to college, there'll be new boys to take their place.
She would have no trouble, even when she went back to work. There was her lunch hour every day, and naturally there was the time after work. Her husband came home two hours after she did, which would give her plenty of time to set things up at some motel or other with some of the younger boys. Yes, yes, the idea of handling two, three, or even four boys at once thrilled her, too.
Bob thrilled to the sight of his throbbing penis as it rested in the heatedly quivering cunt of one of his mother's best friends. Each time he pulled it back he saw the slick coating of her vaginal oils and it thrilled him all the more to know this particular woman really desired him. He grinned salaciously at the way her vaginal lips puckered out around the swollen head of his pulsating penis each time he backstroked, and then shuddered with delight, - feeling those lovely inner lips fold in on themselves as he sank his cock all the way into the burning oiliness of her softly grasping membranes. Her body was trembling under the continuously merciless fucking he was giving her, keeping the strokes long, but speeding up his thrusts.
The boy sank his cock into her again and again, bringing one moan of ecstasy after another from the woman's gasping lips as he continually flexed his cock, filling her heatedly clasping vagina, the hard-head slamming into the deepest part of her and all but bruising her tender insides. He slid his penis against the neck of her womb again and again, rubbing it, inflaming it. He leaned back, releasing her breasts, using his hands to squeeze and knead her buttocks, feeling the softness of her round flesh. His heaving loins bucked wildly, twisting against her upturned moons. His orgasm was starting to build. He'd be able to hold it off a little longer, but just how much longer he wasn't certain. Even so, he knew he had probably out-performed most of the men who had fucked her.
"You are one helluva woman," he gasped, complimenting her, smart enough to know everyone loved to hear how good they were.
The boy was thoroughly enjoying how tightly her internal muscles continued to cling to him as her vaginal walls sucked on his throbbingly pulsating meat. He began speedily humping his penis back and forth even more. His right hand reached under .her thigh and around, reaching until he was able to massage the little bead of her trembling clitoris. Fresh responses continued building in her womanly body, the thrills building higher and higher. Each time Bob pushed into her, Marilyn lurched back, enhancing the thrills for the two of them. His fingers continued the rubbing and massaging of her shimmering clitoris, and Marilyn suddenly realized she was going to have two orgasms simultaneously. The thrusting cock in her vagina was building her toward her inner climax, while his manipulating fingers were causing a clitoral orgasm to swell inside her. Bob's manipulations built her to a higher and higher plateau, bringing her to the brink of satisfaction only to let her fall back again, since he, himself was not quite ready in spite of the throbbing buildup he felt inside himself. Each time he brought her to the edge of her apex, she felt herself on a slightly higher plateau than before, and had to admit this was one boy who really knew what he was doing. He was moving more and more rapidly now, with less than a second between each lengthy push-pull. His hard cock pounded rapidly into her sucking, tightening vaginal priory, making the older woman continually writhe, twist and sigh.
The boy finally removed his finger from her clitoris, but only after he had made certain she had undergone four separate mini-orgasms. Her little nubbin was more than a little oversensitive and he knew any additional stimulation in that area would result in a tickling rather than a thrill.
His hands tightly clung to her lovely hips, enjoying the snug way her vaginal burrow tenaciously clung to his thrusting iron rod. Marilyn lowered her body a bit in front, and her nipples began rubbing against the covers beneath her, and even more heat was mounting in her thrilled body. He clung to her hips even more firmly, hurling his thrusting penis solidly into her, making the many little orgasms she had enjoyed wash through her entire inner being.
Marilyn had to admit this boy was truly an experience. She didn't know whether all the boys were as good, or if he was really something special. The only way for her to find out would be to try another boy, and soon, but she had no intention of giving this one up.
She was unable to remember when she felt so delightfully helpless. In her present position she was paying homage to Priapus, feeling the way one of his arms wrapped itself around her waist as he brought his thighs a little closer to her body, now shortening his strokes a little so he was able to speed them up. He reached around and pressed his fingers against her clitoris again, this time knowing full well it was oversensitive. The rubbing made her wriggle as never before, wanting to tear his fingers away from her, but not daring to do such a thing. Slamming into her like an insane madman, his wide-open mouth gasping and panting, he began biting and chewing on her earlobe, intensifying the mounting passion she was starting to feel within her shuddering body.
"Ohhhhhh!" he mumbled. "I can feel it. It's not far away, now. I'm gonna come! Am I ever gonna come- I'm gonna fill that hot cunt of yours with every burning drop of seething lava there is inside me."
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaannnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, her only response to the licentious sound of his words.
It was her only gasp as the boy's pulsating penis began sliding through her feminine tunnel at breakneck speed, rippling through her sensuous vagina, building the wildest, most delightful thrills ever felt. Ohhhhh, but she felt so overwhelmingly and wonderfully fantastic. His youth and his stamina and his continuous drive was thrilling her beyond belief.
He was wildly pounding back and forth now, using wickedly longer, steadier strokes, slamming almost viciously into her as no one had ever done before. Wild surges of his hips lifted her knees off the bed with each forward thrust, making her gasp with skitterish sounds. She shuddered even more when his two arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her back again and again into his belly and thighs. They slammed together with such violence, their teeth rattled. Her arms continued pulling at the covers as his hands gripped themselves and kept on yanking her into him. He moved his hands higher and once again filled his palms with the fruit of her dangling breasts. She thrilled to the way his fingers tickled the blood-bloated extensions of her nipples as her breasts wobbled from side to side. And all the while his wonderfully pounding penis continued thrusting into her flushed inner orifice, sinking into the creaming depths of her womanly temple. He slammed into her as if expecting to drive his cock deeper every time, though he was pounding into her as far as was humanly possible. Still, hope sprang eternal within the young boy as he continued spiking his thrusting rod into her again and again, each drive seemingly more wicked than the previous one. He leaned into her, his fingers pulling so hard on her breasts he wondered if it was possible to yank them off, curious if it was also possible to leave fingerprints in human flesh.
Marilyn's body shivered and trembled as never before. Here was a young boy who was obviously too young to really have known any experienced women, and yet he was pumping into her with a solid fierceness no man she'd ever known had been able to equal. He was a marvelous lover, and Marilyn had to admit to herself that although she had expected a degree of lasting power from the boy, she hadn't expected anything quite this wonderful.
Though he was indeed a relatively inexperienced and a callow youth, he seemed to have an instinct for doing things with his lingers, and his hands offered a strong feeling of thrilling security as they covered her breasts, squeezing them, pulling them, crushing them.
His cock was the best part of him. It was the longest, thickest organ to have ever filled her, stretching her vaginal tunnel more than any previous penis, moving in and out of her throbbing inner cavern with a certain amount of ease as he moved faster and faster, signaling his own orgasm was almost upon him. � '
Marilyn's gasping sighs were louder now, as well as longer, and her body was stiffening as she arched her slender back and raised her lovely head, gasping out her delight at the totally arousing thrills that were building inside her. This time it would be no minor orgasm. This time it was going to be a biggie, the real thing, the one for which her body had been waiting all this time. She was nearing that wonderful fulfillment now, and she intended feeling the full effect of it.
With a wide smile, Bob, confident of the job he was doing, ground his thighs into the woman's squirming, wriggling asscheeks, pumping the tightly clasping pussy with heavily pounding thrusts, slamming into her with the power of a rutting bull elephant. Her two palms flattened themselves against the mattress now as each of his strokes drove her forward on the waving waterbed. Her heavy head hung down as her breasts dangled, their round firmness bouncing against her chest with her taut nipples standing out as solidly as was humanly possible.
Bob pushed into her with even harder, more deliberate strokes. He sensed the tension in her body, feeling it equal to that building in himself. And then her vagina totally distended, opening to allow her bubbling oils to coat his thighs and splash all over her own, drenching the covers, as well, as she peaked, screeching, "YYYYYYEEEEEA-AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Her body began wildly convulsing as the stroking penis sent shattering blasts through her. Marilyn felt it swell, and unload one burning burst after another of heavy white fluid, and the slick oiliness of the ointment seemed to soothe her burning well.
'' AAAA Y Y Y Y Y AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH-HH . . . HHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" the boy bellowed, thrusting into her again, fucking her as if she were his mother, seeing the back of her head, and thinking of her as his mother.
Marilyn thrilled to his thick hose squirting its heavy balm into her aching inner self, filling her repeatedly with white jets of seething sperm, making her moan with delight. New dimensions of pleasure were added to what she was feeling, but all too soon the shots began lessening. It was only after he had finished filling her interior with his seething sperm that she realized how totally sated she had felt.
Bob finally pulled out of her and flopped down on the waterbed beside her, feeling it roll and swell, rocking him temporarily into a short sleep. Marilyn joined him, knowing she had plenty of time before her husband came home.
When she awoke, he was also awake, and it was still the middle of the afternoon. She was still inwardly panting, knowing this youthful boy had given her the most singularly wonderful experience she had ever known.
"You're one hell of a man," she said, smiling at him.
"You're a fantastic woman," he acknowledged, feeling his penis starting to swell again. "This time I want to fuck missionary."
Marilyn smiled and opened her thighs as he rose above her.
Chapter Five
That evening, Roseann sensed her son was no longer feeling frosty toward her, and she was pleased. She didn't like it when the boy behaved in such a hostile way, especially when she had no idea why he was acting that way.
She had made a turkey roast for supper, and the three of them were enjoying it, immensely. They ate in silence, but even helped themselves to seconds.
When the meal was over, Roseann told her husband there was a small leak in the basement, and it needed immediate fixing. Leon sighed, went and got the toolbox, and in his tee shirt and undershorts went down to repair the leak.
Bob decided he would go to a movie, and so Roseann was left alone to clean up the kitchen. This she did in almost no time, and decided she wanted to relax and watch a little TV. She closed the front door and turned on the room air conditioner. She had on her robe, but had nothing else on beneath, it had been so warm. It was a pink robe with little white flowers on it.
She was all set to turn on the TV set when Leon came up from the basement, his body covered with a coating of grime. There was no air-conditioning in the basement, and he had sweated up a veritable storm. He saw his wife's lithe body with the robe wrapped around it, and he put the toolbox down, saying, "Hey, since you and I are alone in the house, suppose we have us a little fun."
"Oh Leon," she chided, definitely in no mood for sex considering all that had happened to her, recently. "Why don't you go up and take a nice shower, and maybe we can talk about it, afterward."
"Shit on that!" Leon snapped. "I know you, Roseann. When you give me that kind of an answer, it means you aren't in the mood for it. Well I am."
"But you're so dirty," she insisted. "Is that a fact," he said, opening the toolbox and taking out a pair of pliers. "Well, I may be " dirty, but I'm horny, and since you're my wife, you are going to satisfy my urges. If I'm dirty, it's because I did some honest labor in the basement. I don't dig this crap about my going to take a shower when my basic need is for sex. And what's more, honey, no more of this straight fucking. From now on the time has come for a little fancy fucking."
"Leon, stop talking to me that way. As your wife I surely deserve a little respect."
"Cut it out," he snapped. "You get respect as my wife when you start behaving like a wife. All these years we've been married, and believe me, Roseann, you don't fool me a bit when we're in bed. I remember our first date, when I made you come like a real bitch. Since then, you've never reacted the same way. You're always cool to me. Well, from now on there's going to be more than the mere use of your body. One way or another I'm going to make you start feeling things."
"Now ... Leon ... I mean . . . well. .."
"Shut up!" he snapped, taking a step toward her, still holding the pliers. "I like the fact that you're all decked out in a robe that can come off very easily. I don't know what you have on under the robe, but I sure as shit intend finding out."
He watched her hand rise to the top of her robe, as if making certain it was secure around her throat. The shallow hollow within moved with her gulping as she said, "Please, Leon . . ."
"You just come from a shower yourself, Roseann? I doubt it. So we're starting out even."
"Leon..."
"Yes, Leon is my name. You don't have to keep repeatedly saying it. I know it."
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin, holding her robe tightly against her as she said, "I had a shower before supper."
"Hey, I forgot, you're between jobs at the moment. You can lull home all day and take a shower whenever it damn well pleases you. Right?"
"Stop acting so high-and-mighty, Leon. Is it my fault the agency doesn't have a temporary job for me?"
"Talk nicely to me, Roseann," he insisted. "You were nice enough when asking me to go downstairs and fix the leak. Are you only nice when you want something? Do you always turn so cold when / want something?" He made a tiny gesture with the pliers, opening and closing them with what sounded like a loud click. "I'm happy you took a shower before dinner. I like my woman nice and clean at all times. If there's a little grime on me at the moment it's honest perspiration, and nothing else. You won't mind that, honey."
A multitude of stress lines and wrinkles were jumping fascinatedly into play in the front of her pink robe, making the rapid rise and fall of her breasts stand out as her heartbeat quickened along with her breathing.
"Leon, I don't like this. .." she gasped. "I'm not some tramp you've picked up off the street with whom you can play some kind of idiotic erotic game." Then she stopped talking for a moment as a look of horror filled her dutch-chocolate eyes. She panted and shuddered, saying, "Leon, don't go on with this."
"Look Roseann," he snapped. "We've been married eighteen years, and the truth of the matter is, in all that time you have not enjoyed sex."
"So what? I give you what you want, when you want it."
"No, you give me what I can get, when I want it. The time has come for us to get involved with one another, really involved. Sex is the pleasure of doing and giving, not only of allowing and permitting. Tonight I'm going to enjoy myself with you. I'm going to do things with you you haven't permitted me to do before. You may not like some of these things at first, but I think that once you get accustomed to them, you'll learn to love them. You won't merely permit me to love you, but you'll actually look forward to it."
"Leon, let things go on as they have been going."
"No, Roseann. Tonight we start some new things. And while your hands are up there at the top of your robe, open it."
Her brown eyes flashed as she said, "I certainly will not."
Click! the pliers spoke as he held them up and waved them at her. "Off with the robe, honey, or I swear I'll squeeze your nipples in these."
"Oh no! Leon, you're insane. You wouldn't dare ... I mean . . . please . . . don't do this .
Her voice had changed from the almost imperious anger she had been about to show. Roseann was afraid of her husband for the first time since her marriage. Nice, easy-going Leon had suddenly turned into some kind of a monster. She had suddenly become a whimperingly helpless girl, just as she had been on the night he had raped her... as she had been with Terry Williams. This time she felt a strange thrill mingle with her fear, perhaps because the man was her husband, but it didn't lessen the fear in any way.
Leon moved very swiftly to where his wife was standing, and Roseann shrank from him, feeling suddenly very tiny, and he noted the flicker in her eyes when he reached out and grabbed her arm. Reaching around, he closed his other hand on her other arm. Roseann felt his fingers, almost as solid as the steel of the pliers he was still holding. He stared into her flaming eyes of sun-baked chocolate, a wicked smile playing across his hungry face.
"Who peels this robe off, Roseann, you or me?"
"Leon!" she gasped, her lower lip trembling as she stared at him. "I-I can't do anything with you when you're like this. You're behaving like an animal."
He slowly rubbed his left hand across the upper swell of her lush breasts to clamp onto her left arm as he turned her around so that he was behind her. He roughly peeled her robe down off her arms and shoulder's. The sash remained as it was. He tugged the pink robe wider open at the top as he tugged at the soft cloth on her hip at the same time. Squeezing her arms with both hands, he steered his terrified wife over to the wall-mounted mirror in the living room. They stood there, he behind her, his face peering from behind her disarrayed hair, his hands tightly gripping her upper arms. Full, soft, and pale, her rounded white breasts heaved and jiggled up and down with her agitated breathing. Her flat belly suddenly seemed to become concave, now that the lower part of the robe was pulled back, even though the sash was still around her waist. Her stomach moved rapidly in and out, causing the deep depression that was her belly button to slyly wink. Her sparse hedge of light-brown, covering the base of her torso, seemed to sift right and left because of the breeze coming from the air conditioner.
Leon's brown eyes stared into the mirror, admiring his wife's almost-naked reflection. Though Roseann was liberal enough about allowing him to fuck her most of the time, it was usually in bed, at night, with the lights off. He rarely had a chance to enjoy the sight of his wife's body. Now he was taking the full opportunity to appreciate what he had enjoyed that first night, when he had parked in the auto graveyard, and the yellow streetlamp in the center of the yard had shone through the windows of his wagon, allowing him to see her lovely body.
"You know," he whispered in her ear. "You're body appears better now than it did that first night. Hell, it's been a long time since I've had an opportunity to really look at you, Ro. Just looking at you gives me the hots. I get all burned up at the sight of you. Feel this?" he asked, pressing his lower half forward, leaning into her rounded asscheeks, and the poor woman quivered, afraid of her husband's hard cock for the first time since her marriage. It felt longer, harder and thicker through his underpants and the cloth protection of her robe than it had in a long, long time.
"What are you planning to do?" Roseann gasped.
He smiled at her reflection, then winked an eye at her, saying, "I already told you . . . tonight we go in for fancy fucking."
Reaching around with his right hand, the hand that held the pliers, he allowed her to see the metal pincers approaching her pink nipple, letting her feel the coldness of the steel against her shudderingly warm flesh.
"Want to feel what it's like to have plier pincers on your nipple, honey? "
She stared at his reflected eyes for a moment, still unable to believe this was her Leon. Then she gasped, "No... no, Leon, don't do that. For heaven's sake, don't do that."
"Then you'll do as I say." It wasn't a question but a direct statement. "Good, now open your sash."
With trembling hands she reached up to her waist. Her fingers fumbled with the sash, and then she had it open. The entire robe swung away and Leon stepped back, saying, "Just let it drop. No . . . don't turn around. I want you to stare at your nakedness in the mirror. I want you to see everything I see. The only thing you won't be able to see is that lovely rounded ass of yours. Now let the robe drop." She did, too frightened not to look at her reflection. The robe puddled around her feet. "Now, start playing with your own nipples."
Roseann's eyes widened again, wet and plaintive. Did he know she had masturbated? Did he know she had played with own breasts once? He saw her quiver, seeing the trembling goosebumps suddenly sprouting up all over the definite curvature of her lovely body. "Please, Leon ..." she began.
"You heard me, Roseann ..."
The slender, light-brown-haired woman sighed. Her broad shoulders sagged, seeming to narrow. Her eyes checked his in the mirror, looking at them almost furtively. But Leon's face, aside from a smug smile, was almost impassive. He continued gazing at her lovely reflection, enjoying himself for the first time in years with his own wife. If it took a little fright to make her start behaving properly, then he'd throw fear into her. He was enjoying this immensely, and would have to do it some more, in the future. Hell! He was enjoying himself so much, he just might have enough strength to fuck her twice. He watched as her hands came up slowly.
Hesitantly, tremblingly, Roseann's hands cupped her own nakedly round breasts as a strong shiver swept through her like a cold north wind, making her nicely curved nudity tremble.
Her fingers with their long red nails all shiny and sharp began compressing around the jiggling fullness of her lush breasts, pressing into her creamy white skin. They were nice breasts, not too large and saggy, but still round and full after all these years. Her womanly shoulders were rounded and smooth, too, in perfect proportion to her breasts. Leon, still standing behind her, watched her softly feminine fingers slip over the bulging moons of her well-sculptured breasts, and just looking at her made his solid cock throb in his underpants all the more. It was as if he was looking at his wife for the first time, and she was arousing him all over again.
The masses of flesh slipped between her fingers, filling her hands with soft-skinned firmness. She kneaded and pressed, making flesh ooze through her lovely hands like barely moistened bread dough, so firm it immediately returned to its original shape once the pressure on it was relaxed.
"That's the way," he murmured. "I like watching you do that," he said quietly, pressing the hardness of his penis through his undershorts into the bare flesh of her rounded cheeks, making her jump a little. "You do that so well, Roseann, and if I didn't know you better, I'd swear you'd done it before. You have one gorgeous set of jugs there. Go on, pull on them a little and stretch them."
Roseann nervously slid her tongue over her lips. Her body was starting to feel passionate heat build up, much the same way it had the time she had masturbated. She just hoped Leon wouldn't force her to do that in front of him. She'd die of shame. Her hands began to tug on the white balls of breastflesh, pulling them into tightly set ovals as she yanked relentlessly at the stretching and ever-darkening stalks of her pink nipples. They had always had a tea rose hue to them, but now they were darkening and becoming an even richer pink as blood surged maddeningly through them. Roseann stared at them as her hands continued jerking on them. She shivered and made a soft sound that might well have been a whimper.
"Pull!" he insisted, clicking the pliers.
Pull she did. Now caught fast between her thumbs and her forefingers, stingingly tugged out from the rest of her body, the now-raspberry colored nipples stiffened and distended even more . . . and more.
Roseann was panting now, her lovely body quivering all over and her entire neck and face flushing with embarrassment. Leon knew that in spite of her outraged manner, she was enjoying this almost as much as he. And this, after all, was all he really wanted; to make his wife learn to love sex the way he loved it. Each breast held in her hands was tugged outward, straining, trembling, looking as if it might be disengaged from the rest of her, and her breathing became even more frenzied. Writhing, wriggling, screwing her face up, she frantically looked at Leon's reflection, trying to catch his eye to silently plead with'him to stop making her do this. She was completely embarrassed by her total nakedness, and felt all the more conspicuous because Leon was standing there in his underwear. Her slavish stance before the mirror was even more embarrassing, but what really made her feel humiliated was the sensation of lust continually building in her body because of the way she was playing with her tremulously plump breasts. What added to her sense of shame was the simple fact that she loved what she was doing to herself.
Leon let her see him grin at her naked reflection and her humiliation intensified. She dropped her eyes, though her hands continued pulling and stretching her breasts.
"Okay," Leon told her, "now that you've stretched them, give them the massage they need. Rub your palms flatly against your nipples and mash your breasts against your body."
Helpless, Roseann did as she was ordered. Her breasts bounced springily when she relaxed her tugging grip on their now-blood-red tips. Then she did as her husband instructed, pressing her hands over each breast, starting to move them in circular motions, the right hand moving clockwise, the left hand moving counter-clockwise. Her flesh rolled easily, almost liquidly, taking on a constant new change of shapes.
"Right," Leon told her. "That's enough. Now suppose you turn around and face me."
She did, very slowly, presenting her naked front to him as if for the first time. She hadn't the courage to look into his eyes.
"Pull down my underpants," he ordered.
Roseann gasped and began trembling all over again, but her hands obediently reached out and touched the elastic waistband of his shorts. The naked woman began slowly rolling his underpants down, revealing the slight roudness of her husband's hairy belly. She rolled the pants over his hips, and the red penis with the purple tip popped out as if springloaded, lunging out solidly hard, ready and waiting to attack her. The odor of perspiration filled her nostrils, but she had to admit there was no stink coming from him. She had to kneel to pull his pants over his hips the rest of the way, and then tug them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and his solidly pulsating organ was looking right into her face with its leaking, sightless eye.
"Now, kiss my cock!" Leon commanded.
Roseann jerked her head up, and Leon saw the frown form on her knitted brow. He reached down, cupped his hand under her chin, and stared right into her eyes.
"Uuuunnnhhh!" she gasped an exclamation of surprise, since he had not touched her since peeling down her pink robe an eternity ago.
His strong, masculine lingers forced her chin up, his thumb pressing against her jawbone on one side, his fingertips pushing in the flesh on the other as he lowered the hand with the pliers. The corrugated jaws of the pliers slipped around a swollen pink- nipple, and he let her feel those ice-cold steel teeth surround her swollenly throbbing nipple, knowing how extremely sensitive her flesh was down there. Her lower lip began trembling.
"Feel that?" he asked.
"Leon, you wouldn't. . ." she gasped.
"Look at you!" he snapped. "Are you afraid I will... or are you afraid I won't."
"I. . . uhhhhh ..." and she shut her mouth, trying to look down, but his hand under her jaws held her face steady. "Don't. . . don't ever ask a question like that again!" she gasped.
Leon was taken aback at that. He hadn't expected her to actually like it. But now that he'd come this far with her, he didn't dare back up. "You'd better be careful, Roseann," he said to her. "You may think you know me, but you don't. You've just told me you like the feeling of hard, cold steel around your precious nipple. That's dangerous, very dangerous. It might hurt an awfiri lot." He compressed the pliers handle just the littlest bit, watching her face contort as her nostrils dilated by her very quick breathing. "You might hurt yourself more than I might hurt you. I'm holding the pliers and as long as Ihave control over them I wouldn't harm any part of your body. Hell, I'm no sadist, but you have masochistic tendencies. I can see it in your eyes. If I put the pliers in your hands right now, you might squeeze so hard your poor nipple would pop right open in a burst of blood, just like a broken grape squirting its juice everywhere."
With a loud groan and an enormous shudder Roseann twitched and pulled her beautiful face from her husband's hand. She yanked her body back, and Leon relaxed the pressure on the pliers just in time. In order to play it safe, he tossed them on the sofa against the wall.
'"Now, suck my cock," he insisted.
"No," she whimpered, shuddering. "I've never done such an awful thing. You know that. It's too disgusting."
"Don't crap around with me, honey. I don't care what it is we've done in the past. We're doing new things from now on, all new. You're going to suck my cock because that's what I want. And if it pleases me to shoot my load down your throat, you, dear wife, will swallow it."
"Never!" she gasped. "You've turned into a repulsively evil man," she gasped. "Leon, I don't know you. What's come over you."
"It's what's coming over my cock," he insisted.
"Your mouth."
"No!" she wept, still on her knees as he grabbed her hair. "I'll never do that . . . uuuggglllmmmphhhh ..."
The last was a gasping sound she made as Leon jammed his' throbbing erection into her open mouth, cramming it right to her throat, filling her oral cavern with his thick bloatedness. The feel of her lips and her tongue sliding around his organ, while her teeth scraped against the outer layer of skin, sent vibrant burning sensation searing through Leon's body. This was his wife's mouth, Roseann's mouth. He had his cock buried between her lips.
Roseann ' gagged and tried pulling her mouth from his throbbing organ as he attempted to jam it even deeper down her throat. It clogged her gullet, and she started gagging and choking, ready to throw up.
"Don't you dare!" he warned her, gripping her hair all the more tightly. "Don't you dare heave all over my cock or I'll make you lap up every bit of vomit, I swear it. Suck, you damn bitch! Suck like you love it, or I'll push it so far down your throat it'll come out the back of your neck."
Terrified, she managed to pull her head back a bit, and in order to placate him, she began sucking strongly at the tip of his penis, her throat making little bubbling, gurgling sounds. The noises of her softly submissive oral attention made Leon throb with an interminable licentiousness, inner desire. An agony of lust charged through his tightly clenched testicles. Her agile tongue was moving, lapping quickly, hastily, afraid he would strangle her with his penis if she didn't make him happy. She worked hard as she shut her mind to what she was doing, not realizing how continually her tongue was working over his virile length of lustily solid masculinity.
Leon interrupted his own fixation on her oral activity just long enough to pull off his tee shirt, throwing it off to the side as he pumped his hips forward.
"Suck my cock, Roseann," he ordered, his voice gruff and anxious, and Roseann, afraid of being hurt by her own husband, began bobbing her head back and forth with her lips tightly ovalled around the thrusting pole. Her tongue slid along the underside and she pulled, feeling his eyelike slit leaking more and more of the oily secretion into her sucking mouth.
Roseann ought to have been sick to her stomach by what she was doing, but she wasn't. Even though she knew this was another evil she was committing, her body was starting to enjoy it to the point where her lips tightened even more, against the orders of her brain, pulling and sucking and slurping. Her saliva tilled her mouth, and what she was unable to swallow she dribbled onto the living room floor, onto the carpet- Her wickedly working tongue larruped its way around his inthrusting pole, caressing the organ repeatedly, and the straining sucking made his thick length of rangy cock jerk and twitch as he flexed it in her sucking mouth.
Roseann worked hard, at first out of fear, and then, even though her mind insisted it was wrong, because she was enjoying it. Her fingers came up and began scraping his testicular flesh, pulling some of the hairs as her nails ran through the creviced wrinkles, making him jump a little. His entire body stiffened as her lip ran up and down the length of his throbbing penis.
Roseann realized she was feeling something. His penile head, when pressed against her gullet, was touching certain nerves she had never been aware of. She was burning with lust, her own vagina had suddenly become very, very damp as she felt a throbbing between her thighs, and knew her clitoris was fully extended. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down on her husband's cock as it pointed into her mouth at a forty-five degree angle. Her tongue was licking furiously at the solid flesh though she had no inkling why she was responding this way. The only rationalization was that Leon was forcing her to do this. Otherwise she most certainly would never have indulged in this totally disgusting deed. Convinced that she had to do this or be harmed, she went at it with a certain gusto, licking furiously at the hardened length of it, tasting the salty oil seeping from his throbbing cock. She squirmed and wriggled her pelvis in time to the way her head was bobbing. She was caressing his testicles with one hand, and gripping the base of his massive cock with the other, while her head continued bobbing back and forth. The swollen, excited head moved back and forth in her mouth like a huge plug, trying, to cork her esophagus, and the sensation of her warm lips drove Leon insane, Her hair was now totally disarrayed, falling around her face, and though it wasn't long, it was long enough to brush against his thighs when she pressed her head forward and swallowed two-thirds of his pulsating penis. Leon was going insane with passion, the mere knowledge that it was his wife sucking his cock, driving him completely wild. Reaching down, he tangled his hands in her hair while continuing to slam his hips forward into her lovely face. Only her grip on the base of his cock prevented him from cramming the entire length of it down her throat. Not that Leon didn't try. He continued thrusting, trying to push the organ deeper and deeper, enjoying her choking sounds when his penile tip did manage to occasionally push through the ring of her gullet.
Moaning aloud, Roseann slipped her hand from the base of Leon's throbbing cock, and he began pushing it deeper. Each time he withdrew, her teeth left white marks along the organ where the blood was forced away. On each inward push, her cheeks sucked in, and each time he pulled back, her cheeks bloated, filling with air that bathed his penis when next he thrust inward and her cheeks hollowed again.. His penile head was reaching into her throat, and Roseann felt this was her punishment for having married this man in the first place. All these years he had been a pervert and she hadn't known it, and now that she was finding it out she was paying for having ever dated him in the first place. This was the boy-next-door she had idolized in her youth, and he was making her pay by ramming his huge hunk of solid meat down her throat, strangling her with it.
Leon stared at the top of his wife's head as it continued bobbing up and down, sawing back and forth along the greater part of his throbbing phallus. More and more of it was pushing into her gullet, and because Roseann was resigned to it, -hei relaxed pharynx opened just enough for her to take it without choking. In the meanwhile, tingling thrills continued building in her body as the hidden nerves in her throat were continually massaged by the flanged head of his moving cock. She continued drawing the swollenly blunt instrument far into her slurping mouth, letting the rubbery head slide along her velvety palate, then sucking it into the fevered depths of her tight throat. Using her tongue as a prod, she shoved the thick penis back until the corona was trapped by her teeth, then hurriedly sucked it right back in again, her cheeks literally indenting with the power of her pulling.
"Mmmmmm!" she sighed, not realizing how much her body was enjoying what she was doing. Her hand continued caressing his perspiration-damp testicles, while the other searched between the cheeks of his buttocks. Just why her finger was probing into the crack between his asscheeks even she didn't understand, but for some reason it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her finger pressed deeper, rubbing up and down, and her conscience chastised her, snapping at her for the horrible thing she was contemplating, but some innate instinct continued impelling her to search for that nether ring.
Roseann sucked and licked, biting firmly on the phallus, chewing on the organ, tasting its meatiness, and Roseann felt horrified knowing she was enjoying this dreaded deed. The thrusting penis slammed deep into her throat, becoming a part of her sucking mouth as if it were a vital piece of herself that was trying to escape from her body through her mouth. Would he really make her swallow that gummy semen? She shuddered, hoping against hope Leon was at least decent enough not to do that to her. Discovering herself to be such a wantonly wicked woman terrified her.
"Ohhhh. . . you wonderrrfull bitch!" Leon gasped. "To think. . . aaannnhhhh . . . you had this ability all your. . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . married life, and you . . . ohhhhh . . . never put it to use. You're going to . . . aaannnhhh . . . suck my cock every night of your life. . . ooooh . . . from now onnnnn ..." he gasped. "Suck . . . suck . . . suck because it'll make you come, too."
Roseann sucked, wondering if what he said was true. Would it make her come, as well? She wanted so much to have orgasms like any normal woman, but surely normal women didn't go doing horrible things like this with their men.
The fellating woman pulled her lips even more tightly around his throbbingly pulsating head, sliding her mouth up and down, back and forth, and without realizing it she wobbled her face from side to side, letting his pumping penis discover the fondling sensation of every hill, every valley, every little gully in her sucking mouth, as well as the deep, dark well of her clinging throat. Her tongue, her teeth, and her lips continued orally working his penis over, sucking, biting, chewing, nibbling, slurping as she pushed more and more of the organ into her throat.
Blindly now, her hand squeezed his testicles as she bent her head forward a little more, driving his penis ever deeper into her gullet. Her other hand continued caressing the cheeks of his ass, the tip of her forefinger massaging against his anal opening, not daring to penetrate because of the long nail she knew would rip his inner flesh. She sucked faster and faster, her head wildly bobbing, her lips pulling and massaging.
Leon wanted her to come, but he was unable to pull his cock from her mouth. Her throat surrounded his phallus with such strength, she would surely separate his cock from the rest of his body if she continued sucking that way.
Shuddering, he continued jerking his pelvis into her lovely face, seeing her reflection in the mirror, noting how avidly her mouth pulled in spite of what he knew had to be going on in her mind. He was going to shoot down her throat and spray her tonsils with his love juice.
Roseann felt the strangest feeling welling up inside her. It was in her throat, but tremors spread to the rest of her body, and she suddenly realized she was on the verge of an orgasm. It was definitely an orgasm, and it was going to be just as big as the one she had felt with Terry Williams. Her gullet sucked and pulled as she reached out for that climactic thrill, knowing she really was going to come. Shameful and terrible as all this was, it was going to satisfy her as surely as if a penis were rubbing against the upper wall of her vagina, or a tongue was stroking her clitoris. She was going to come, and somehow that thought, for the moment, dominated everything else inside her. She was going to come.
Leon was losing all control of himself. His penis was about to unleash its contents down her throat, and he speeded up his thrusts, unable to stop himself. His ejaculation was building, building, building, and then it became a thundering Vesuvius as it burst from his phallus.
"AAAAYYYYAAARRRGGGHHH . . . HHHHEEEAAAG. GGHHH . .. AAARRRGGGHHH . . ." he gasped, humping forward, lunging his penis deeper and deeper into her throat until he was sure he was actually reaching into her belly.
"UUUGGGHHH . . . AAACCCHHHKKK . . . KKKK!!!" Roseann gasped, her clogged mouth stuffed with cock as her own orgasm slammed into her with the power of a falling brick wall.
Roseann found herself gulping and drinking, swallowing almost thirstily, actually wanting the salty, cloroxy fluid down her throat. She pulled with her lips, milking his penis as surely as a calf milked its mother's udder. Her body thrashed.on the floor on her knees, and she continued writhing until she felt the disappointing sensation of his penis in her mouth starting to shrink.
She sucked until his hard cock was a limp worm, and when there was no more semen, he made sure none was on his groin by making her lick his testicles and penis and then, and only then did he pick her up and toss her over his shoulder, saying, "Now I'm taking you to the bedroom where we can fuck."
Chapter Six
She was warm and snug in bed, and she ought to have hated herself even more, but she was unable to do so. Leon had managed to raise not one, but two with more erections he had fucked her so solidly her vagina was sore. It was such a delicious soreness, and she shuddered and trembled each time she thought, of the bursting series of climaxes her shameless body had enjoyed. Yet when it was all over she had cried herself to sleep, knowing she had been as wicked as any wanton tramp, allowing herself to feel so much pleasure. For the first time she realized her own body had continually clamored for orgasmic satisfaction, while her Victorian brain had cautioned her against it, telling her only evil and wicked women had climaxes. Even though all her physical frustration had washed away, she was feeling terrible.
Roseann pulled a pillow over her head and listened to the vague sounds coming from the bathroom, next door, where Leon was showering. He was getting ready to go to work. She drifted back to sleep, her mind still berating her for behaving like such a wantonly evil woman, while her body purred with contentment. She was confused, but was too tired to argue with her conscience over what had happened. Her lips smacked together, still tasting his semen, and she unconsciously licked her lips as if trying to taste more of it. Inwardly she was ashamed of herself as she felt his sperm, still sticky inside her, but another part of her was cheering wildly for what had happened. She was too tired to feel conscience-stricken at the moment, but in a little while, when she awoke, she'd start to fret again.
For the moment she slept on in the dimness of their bedroom, all shades pulled and all curtains drawn to keep out all light. She dreamed of Leon caressing her body again and again, his own body pressing firmly against her rear nakedness, for she had finally fallen asleep with nothing on. His hardness felt so nice against the cheeks of her buttocks, her rebellious mind was unable to conjure up enough strength to fight him off. She automatically shifted her ass in her sleep, allowing the dream phallus to slip between her buttocks and let the head nestle in her pelvic hair. The thick cock lifted very neatly against the lips of her vulva, the length of it rubbing into the wet slash between her labia, and she writhed against it, actually hunching her tail against it.
Since it was all a dream, Roseann decided to enjoy the feeling. There was nothing wrong with a dream cock fucking her. It had to be a dream because she heard Leon still in the bathroom.
It was so wonderful and really good, and Roseann was all soft and limp, surrendering completely to what she was dreaming about. The penis between her legs, for all its length was still tender and soft though once the distended head touched her vaginal wetness it hardened very suddenly. It began searching for her vaginal opening, and she actually lifted her leg a little, as if helping it.
"Ummmmmm!" she murmured into the pillow now covering her head, sighing as she felt tender hands fondling the cheeks of her rounded buttocks, cruising slowly up to her waist as one of them slipping under, and the other continuing higher until her right breast had a palm surrounding it. The fingers teased her nipple into erectness, rolling it between them, and Roseann muttered, "Ummmmmm!"
The now-blood-engorged dome of his rampant phallus pushed at the tight lips of her vagina from behind, and Roseann felt the thick, spongy thrill of it. It felt so much like Terry Williams's cock. . . no ... no ... it was even thicker. It was immense.
Well, in a dream a phallus was any size. She wiggled around a bit, helping the thickness to fit into her, and she suddenly gasped, realizing it was distending her inner tunnel as nothing every had, before. Slowly, very, very slowly it was sliding into the soft, creaming, thrillingly aroused depths of her anxious vagina . . . very stiff now, very, very long, and oh-so-wonderfully thick. One hand on her breast, one hand on her belly, he pulled her buttocks against the front of his body until they were two spoons fitted into each other, grinding his thick phallus even deeper, shoving it all the way home in Roseann's tight interior until she felt his testicles rubbing, silken-haired between her smooth, white, pillarly thighs.
Somehow everything felt different than it had ever felt, before. At first she put it down to the fact that Leon had done many things differently, and as a result, she was having a dream that involved a penis that seemed a conglomerate between that of Terry Williams and Leon, the only two to ever penetrate her body. Even so, there was a very strange feel to his hard staff ... a hunger in it she had known only twice before: once when Leon had raped her in the station wagon, and once when Terry Williams had fucked her. Not even her sucking on Leon's cock had evoked such a fantastic response from the man, yet here she was, dreaming about a shivery person who seemed to be fucking her for the first time. The penis was reaching farther into her than ever before, stretching her scabbard. S-o-o-o thick, s-o-o-o-o long.
The heavy penis worked its way deeper and deeper into her, then slowly began pulling out to the flanged tip only to once again thrust strongly back inside the clinging softness of her shuddering cunt. Stroke, stroke, and stroke again, the head of the thick phallus digging, seeking, churning, pushing. Roseann moaned into the pillow she had pulled over her face, muffling the sound in order to prevent the disturbance of her son, asleep in the next room. She had always been very careful about keeping herself from making noises when Leon fucked her, though last night, knowing no one else was home, she had given vent to every desirous yell in her.
Yes but it felt so different, so very different. Even in her dreams a penis ought not to feel so different from either Leon's or that of Terry Williams. In fact, since those were the only two her body had ever known, she ought to feel either one or the other, but not one that felt as thick as the two put together. Even the thrusting of it felt different; long and smooth, very smooth instead of the short, choppy strokes both men had used when fucking her. Somehow it just didn't make sense. Surely she should feel some kind of familar heft to the meaty organ ploughing into her. Leon had pumped her so many times she would surely be familiar with every motion . .. every nuance . .. every thrust of his body.
Suddenly Roseann opened her eyes as her head lay between the pillows. The sawing movement in her vagina hadn't stopped. Her clitoris was throbbing and pulsating, and she wondered just what was happening. There was powerful stimulation inside her shuddering body as something continued to push between the satin walls of her tight vagina. It was a stiff cock, all right, reaching into her repeatedly, pumping in and out of her trembling, quivering cunt. . . again!
Roseann was no longer asleep. On the contrary, she was wide awake, and the thick, hard length of cock was doing a fantastic job in her fevered vagina, lunging, plunging, and sliding. Hot breath was falling strongly against the nape of her neck where her disheveled hair had fallen aside, and the hands gripped her tightly, very tightly, desperately tugging her body back, holding her breast and her belly. A hot, hairy pelvis surged against the cheeks of her buttocks as she felt the male behind her frantically straining to bury his lurching cock impossibly deeper into her steamily sucking vaginal cleft.
"Leon?" she whispered. "Leon, is that you? Haven't you done enough to me already? Must you continue to shame me this way?"
The voluptuous rhythm of the fucking cock was driving her insane. She had never felt anything like this before. Her aching clitoris vellicated insanely as a sweetly heated sensation began building in her vagina as never before. Roseann unwittingly began rolling her buttocks and without realizing it, her hand reached between her thighs to take the weighty male testicles in her hand, thinking if she massaged them, he'd come quickly and perhaps leave her alone. She caressed the swollen sac as the inflamed rod continued pounding wildly inside her.
Her fingers felt the almost hairless sac, and they suddenly recoiled as Roseann almost went into shock. These were not Leon's hairy testicles! The prick in her cunt continued pounding lustily and hungrily into her wetly responsive vagina, and she found herself being lifted to an orgasm. And what an orgasm! She was climbing the rainbow in a way her body had never been able to do before, feeling thrills shoot through her like a million tiny arrows shot from Cupid's bow. The good feeling spread from her womb to her clitoris, and then to the rest of her body as she shuddered and jammed a pillow into her mouth.
As the first burning spurts of flaming semen poured itself, wet and thick into her spasming vagina, the aching, climaxing mother suddenly recognized the voice behind her, even if it was a gasping, whispering voice. She knew the voice as well as she knew that of her husband and her own. This was one voice she didn't want to know. Her mind spun insanely as her vaginal mouth thirstily drank the floods of male juice pouring into it. Her mind cried out, Ohhhhh no! Not this! This is the worst sin of all! But her body said, More, more, more! Never had she climaxed so swiftly and so powerfully, and the knowledge of who was fucking her made her body come even more violently.
Roseann's hand caught the wrist that was clamped to the fullness of her breast, and her other hand moved between her thighs and clamped itself on the fingers that were now fondling her ultra-sensitive clitoris, massaging her cuntlips as well, trying to keep his softening organ from slipping out from between her sucking labia.
Turning her head, she hissed, "Bob! What have you done! What in the name of heaven have you done? How did you dare .. . how did you have the nerve ..."
"Hush!" her son's voice whispered, tickling her ear. "Father is still in the bathroom, showering. You don't want him to hear anything when he turns the water off."
With her heart pounding insanely, the pulse in her throat beating a maddeningly rhythmic cadence, Roseann silently listened for a moment. Yes, the shower was still running. Only a couple of inches of wall separated the bedroom from the bathroom, and once the shower was turned off, Leon would be able to hear anything that went on in there.
"Not a sound," Bob whispered, as his mother tenaciously clung to his wrists. "If Pa ever finds me in here with you this way, he'll beat the hell out of me. You know how jealous he is about you."
"But... my Lord ... I mean .. . how could you???"
Roseann searched, trying hard to find the right words, but words didn't seem to want to come. As she lay there in her bed, the very bed she had shared with Leon all these eighteen years, and right now she had the thickest penis in the world in her tight cunt, and that penis belonged to her son. Her own loving son, her Bob, the one about whom she, herself, had fantasized on more than one occasion, had just. .. well.. . there was no other word for it... he had just fucked her. He had sneaked into bed, had silently pushed his penis into her, and before she realized what had been happening. .. while she was in a semi-dreamlike state ... he had fucked her. It was as simple as that.
All this had taken place while his father . . . her husband ... was taking a shower mere inches away.
Roseann tried hard to tug his hand away, but he pressed his semi-erect penis even harder into her teeming tunnel, and as a result Roseann felt the oozing semen sliming its way out around his penis, dripping onto her bedsheets and thighs.
"Bob . . . you know this was wrong .. ." she whispered.
"Hush, Mom," he gasped in her ear. "Don't let father hear you. You know what'll happen."
Yes, Roseann knew. Leon was insanely jealous of her. If he were to ever learn her boss at her last occupation, Terry Williams had fucked her, he'd not only beat the blaze out of Williams, but he might turn on her, as well.
Oh no! she thought, her mind in a daze from what had just happened. Anything she had done the previous night with her husband was saintly -compared to what she was doing, now. Nevertheless as impossible and unimagined as it was, the stark truth was not to be denied: her loving son had put his thick cock into her and had fucked her. He had fired a great river of sperm into her channel. He had fucked his own mother, and she had fucked back .. . loving it! That was the most sinful and damnable part of it all. She had loved it. Still, she'd had no idea it was her son's penis at the time, she rationalized. Surely she wasn't to be blamed for this when the final accounting came. She hadn't realized it was Bob's cock, but had sincerely believed it was Leon's. She did... honestly. She would never have allowed this to happen, otherwise.
"Please, mom," Bob began whispering in her ear, his penis slowly beginning to erect while still inside her vagina, making the walls of her inner self tingle as never before. "Listen, Mom. Please .. . you have to. Don't hit the panic button, now. Just listen to what I have to say, huh."
There was no way for her to scold the boy at the moment. If she did, Leon would come charging into the room, and seeing his son screwing his wife, he'd beat the holy hell out of the boy .. . and that was something he'd never done in his life. He had a very violent temper the few times he was aroused, and this was certain to drive him completely out of his gourd, especially when one considered that she had given Leon such a hard time all these years.
On the other hand, she simply wasn't able to go on lying there with her son's semen leaking from between her thighs.
This can't be! she thought, feeling her son's sperm mixed with her husband's inside her. The idea made her brain whirl, and the drumming of the shower in the next room sounded like thousands of arrows hitting against a tin roof. No longer able to think straight, she removed her hands from her son's wrists.
Immediately the boy pressed one hand into her crotch, cupping and fingering the pouting mound covered with sparse hair, as he whispered, "Oh Mom, if only you knew how much I've ached for this. I tried restraining myself; honest. I even fooled around with other women your age, doing my best to try and forget you, but I couldn't. I've ached to fuck you ever since I knew what fucking was all about. When you touched me fused to get erections, and whenever I was able to peep into your robe or nightgown and see your breasts it drove me wild. Don't you understand, Mom. I love you, I really love you."
"And you have to understand, Bob," she said, after releasing a deep breath, her voice very soft and low as the shower went off, "that this is wicked and sinful. You must never, never do anything like this again. All you've done is add to the shameful burden I bear."
"You mean about you and that guy you were with the other day?" he asked, ingenuously.
"Oh my! You know!"
"Mom, I know now that you would never have willingly given yourself to him, but I also know that what we feel for each other is love, real love, and we can't curb it or control it just because some old-fashioned law says it isn't right. Don't you see, we have feelings and emotions for one another. I know you feel the same way about me... don't deny it."
A grunt came through the wall and Roseann pictured Leon climbing out of the bathtub, his dark hair-what there was of it-all tousled, his body dripping. He'd take his time shaving now, humming and singing in front of the steamed-up mirror. If he so much as suspected what had just happened.
With his lips touching her ear and his heated breath sending involuntary ripples through his mother's burning flesh, Bob said, "I've loved you like this ever since I was old enough to understand the meaning of the word. It's the most wonderful, the most marvelous, the wildest thing to ever happen to us. Don't say otherwise. I sensed how much you enjoyed my fucking of your cunt, before. Mother, you have the most wonderful buttocks, the most thrilling breasts, the most fabulous body in the whole world."
As he spoke, Bob began moving again, very slowly stroking her body, pushing his penis back and forth, and his fingertips continued teasing her pelvic mound, slowly reaching between her sticky cuntlips and sinking into her labia finally finding her clitoris, and the combined sensations were wild and maddening.
In the bathroom, Leon was humming happily to himself, thrilled with the responses he had gotten from his wife the previous night. As far as he was concerned, last night had been a breakthrough. From now on he was going to fuck that woman and suck her cunt, and have her fill her mouth with his cock at every opportunity. Roseann, listening to him hum, knew what he was thinking, and she was certain she would go completely insane. This entire thing was completely maddening. One sin was piling up on top of another, and one of two things was going to happen. Either she was going to go over the edge, or she would have to try and delve more deeply into what was true sin, and what wasn't, and hope that somehow or other there was still a way into heaven for her. If there was no way for her, was that excuse enough for her to wallow in sin the rest of her life? These were all questions that bore looking into. But she had never really believed all her incestuous dreams would ever really come true. True, her son was tall, slim, with a cock that was unbelievable, but for her to willingly become involved with him sexually . . ..
"Ohhhhhhh, Mother, sweet, darling Mother, your cunt is hotter and tighter than any pussy I've ever known . . . ummmmmm .. . you have such fleecy hair between your thighs, and your sweet cunt is so hot and slippery inside."
He was pushing his penis in and out of her again, and Roseann was stunned by the fact that she was letting it happen. She was initially taken aback by the fact that the organ was hard again. It had taken Leon an hour between each orgasm before he was able to resurrect his cock, and here her son had done it in a matter of minutes. The penis was sliding so deliciously inside her, feeling so good, so very good. He was only a young man, yet her son seemed to know so much about all this. Imagine that, screwing the ass of his mother with his father in the bathroom.
No! She mustn't allow this to happen again. The first time she had been totally unaware whose penis was inside her, but now she knew, and so it simply must not happen again. It was wrong, a totally sinful and forbidden act. In fact, it was such a sinful thing, it was something only whispered about. It was horrible . . . and it was thrilling. Her son was so young, and his cock was so thick and so solid, and he used the organ as if her body were a painting. Yes, it was almost as if he was painting a masterpiece inside her vagina.
The bathroom door was heard to click open, and Roseann's heart suddenly leaped into her throat. She heard the footsteps of her husband moving toward her door. Her breath caught in her throat, and then she gasped in a whisper not even she was certain she heard, "Bob, get down, get down, your father is coming. For the love of heaven, get down."
The boy slid his throbbing phallus from inside her vagina. Roseann felt the massive organ wetly slide between her pillarly alabaster thighs as she reached behind her and pushed the boy out of bed, shoving him down on the floor, covering him with half her cover, letting it drape on the floor. He was on the side away from the door, near the wall. There was no time for her to do anything else. Leon was now opening the door.
Roseann lay on her back, lifting her knees a little and tenting the blanket, knowing Leon wouldn't turn on any light. He was used to dressing in the dim light of the bedroom in the morning. She hoped he wouldn't notice her cover just barely drooping to the floor.
"Hey," Leon whispered, slipping into his underwear. "You were something else, last night. Are you still mad at me?"
"I guess not," Roseann replied, too afraid of making him angry.
"Good," he smiled. "I figured you'd come around once you started coming on a regular basis, and boy, you really came last night."
That much was true. Perhaps that was another reason why she was feeling so guilty. She had enjoyed sex to the fullest, though it was against her will and she had thought of it as a wickedly sinful thing.
He hurriedly finished dressing and he came over to her, leaning across the bed from his side. He bent his head down and kissed her on the mouth, tasting the fuzziness of sleep between her lips. Roseann, fearful of his seeing their son, surrounded his head with her arms and tugged his face to hers, kissing him solidly, saying, "Maybe I'll learn to adjust to the new you." She'd do and say anything to keep him from looking over the other side and noticing the boy.
"You kiss me like that, and I'll forget all about work," Leon told her.
Roseann let go of him in a hurry, saying, "Go on, Leon. L think you're probably already late."
He kissed her lightly again, and this time she kept her lips tightly closed and tried not to shiver as she felt a movement on the other side of the blanket, knowing her son was there on the floor.
Leon kissed her forehead and said, "Okay, hon, but I'm coming home early today, so keep it nice and warm for me, huh."
"Sure," she said, trying to hide the choke in her voice.
And then he was gone, closing the door softly behind him, walking carefully and quietly down the hall, not wanting to awaken their son. If he only knew where Bob was, he'd hit the ceiling. The boy had his head above the edge of the mattress, still under the cover, and he was kissing her thigh with his tongue, tickling it.
"Boy, that sure was close," Bob whispered, mumbling with his lips against her flesh. "But I'll tell you, it just makes you that much more exciting to me, knowing you still turn the old man on after all these years. Hell! I'm so horny for you I'm ready to pop a load all over the carpet."
"Bob Wallner how dare you! Now you just stop that, do you hear? Don't. . . don't you dare start that all over again. Now you get up and climb out of here right now ..."
His hands cupped her cheeks, and his mouth pressed itself against her upper thighs, nibbling as he sucked and licked her white flesh. Then he lifted his face a little and whispered, throwing the covers back, "I like it when you try acting like my Mommy with all that discipline. You love me, and that's why you said nothing when father was in here, earlier."
"Certainly I love you," she admitted, "You're my little boy ..."
"Come on, Ma, I don't mean it like that," he insisted, whispering to her, nibbling her tender flesh, his hands rubbing the moons of her buttocks, his heated breath reaching up between her thighs to stir the wet curls of her pelvic hair. "I mean this way. You like me, and you love me the way a woman loves a man; the way a female loves a male. That's how I want it. That's how I've always wanted it. That's how it has to be from now on."
"Bob, that's madness. You know we simply can't..."
"But we can," he insisted. "We must, and what's more, we will. I've been wanting to bury my hot cock in that cunt of yours ever since I knew why women had pussies. I've had. this uncontrollable craving for you, and needed you so much I've almost gone totally off the deep end. I've been fucking your friend, Marilyn, as a substitute for you, and this morning, when I woke up and heard dad go into the bathroom, I decided I couldn't take it any longer. I had to fuck you. I just had to. Marilyn's all right, but she just isn't you."
Roseann had no idea her friend, Marilyn, was into young boys. She was taken completely off-guard, but decided that just because her friend was promiscuous was no excuse for her to be that way, especially with her own son, not that she wanted to be like that with anyone else's son, either.
"This just isn't right," she insisted.
"But hell, you let Pop fuck you all the time."
Roseann wiggled and tried to ease her lower body away from her son's eager fingers, but the boy only tightened his hold on her. soft, wet vagina and her rounded ass, as she said, "Don't you understand, Bob, he's my husband, he's supposed to fuck me. I'm his wife, and I belong to him."
That was when it hit her. She was the one who was wrong all these years. What she had just said to her son was the truth. By denying herself the right to an orgasm with Leon all these years she had been committing the real sin. She was married to him, and by law, her body was his to enjoy, just as his was hers to enjoy. The only reason she had yielded to Terry Williams was because of her inner hunger for an orgasm. She had kept herself from coming for eighteen years, and her body had been unable to stand the strain. Had she enjoyed sex with Leon all this time there was no way Terry would have fucked her. Having first really enjoyed Leon the previous night, her body was now craving more and more, and as a result she was yielding to Bob.
He was blowing into her pelvic curls, and Roseann trembled, pulling in her breath, trying to deny that her nipples were slowly starting to harden and enlarge again. Terry had been the only man to press his mouth down there, and damn it all, she had to admit, she loved feeling lips and a tongue down there. Her faults were in being only human.
"Mom," the boy whispered, "you can't say no to me. -You can't refuse me. I love you, and you love me, and what's more you loved it when we fucked, before. Don't feed me the nonsense about right and wrong the preacher's been drumming into you all these years. You can bet he's never once had his cock sucked, or he'd never preach about the evils of oral sex. He's an old fart who doesn't know a cunt from a hole in the wall, and the fact is, that the love we have for each other is stronger than any of those stupid laws."
"But Bob . . . please, you--you've already done it to me, once. That ought to be enough. Be a good boy now, and just go away so we can forget all this happened."
"Forget this happened? That's like asking Hank Aaron to forget he surpassed Babe Ruth. There's no way I'm going to forget this, and what's more, neither are you. You and I are just getting started. I merely tried you on for size, before, and mom, you fit like a custom-made glove would fit my hand. Your cunt was made for my cock, and I intend using it again and again, and if dad somehow or other does find out, he has to learn that he'll have to share you with me, from now on."
"No, Bob, I won't let you steep the two of us in sin this way. It just isn't right."
"Come off it, mom. Think about it for a minute. Now that we've both had a taste of one another, do you think there's any chance of our keeping our hands off one another for any length of time?
Come on. We both have the same blood coursing through our veins. We're so much alike, and you're a hotblooded woman who has been repressed all her life because of a lot of foolish and nonsensical teachings, and you know it."
Roseann merely lay there, supine, shocked beyond being able to move. She knew the boy was right, and before she was able to react in any way, either kicking him away or ordering him out of the bed where he had performed his incestuous.attack, the boy pulled her thighs apart and dipped his face into the pink well now filled with his own semen, gripping her buttocks in his two hands and lifting her seething crotch to his mouth.
"No ... no . . .no," Roseann moaned. "Oh Bob--no-no .. . please . .. don't do this . . . not to me--not to your own mother--oh Bob, You're my son, my son . . . I'm you're . . . uhhhhh . .. mother--your mother ..."
He moaned into her seething vaginal opening, his mouth caressing those soft, dewy lips, his face pressing deeper into the moist richness of her already overstimulated slickness. Roseann discovered the sweet, wonderful pain of his teeth and knew the darting lance of his hot tongue.
Her son, her one and only son was pushing his face into her vagina, eating her with his lips and tongue, lapping into her frothing vagina already filled with numerous deposits of sperm and there was no way for her to stop him.
His tongue pushed between her vaginal lips and he opened his mouth wide to eat her tasty flesh; to suck those very juices he had deposited in her, out of her. The boy pulled her labia into his mouth and stiffened his tongue, using it like a thrusting cock, passing it between her puckered cuntlips. Stretching his mouth, forcing it wide open, he pulled much of her vulva into it. Then with a groan he let it slide back out and sank his face between her spasming lips into the sodden depths of her drenched cunt.
His tongue slid stiffly out of her frothing center and flatly pressed against her clitoris. He rubbed it up and down against her little nub of passion, then sucked it lightly, lovingly between his teeth. The sensation was indescribable and lights flashed on and off before Roseann's eyes as her mouth gasped for air. Somehow her hands had strayed down and were pipping her son's long, brown hair.
Roseann was unable to restrain herself any longer. Biting her lips, she pressed down on Bob's head, working her upstanding clitoris over his teeth, and she began rolling her belly at the same time, shifting her buttocks in her son's hands while his mouth began lustily eating, knowing there would be no more resistance.
"Yes . . . yes ..." Roseann gasped, no longer thinking about the right or wrong of it. "Do it to me, my wonderful son. Eat me. . . suck my cunt..."
She was close to her orgasm now, and the thought that her inner dream had finally eome true; that her son was the one doing all this, to her no longer frightened her for the moment. She had to remain sane, and in order to do that she had to accept what was happening to her.
Bob continued sucking her sweet cunt, thrilling to the taste of his bleach-tasting sperm, unaware he was also tasting his father's, as well, though it wouldn't have deterred him even if he had discovered as much. Air escaped with bubbling sounds from the corners of his hps as he continued sucking his mother's cunt, knowing he would shortly be fucking her again. His lips were tugging so violently, Roseann thought her son's mouth was turning her inside out.
Chapter Seven
Roseann found herself powerless to resist the advances of her son. She had subconsciously dreamed of being with him so, often, now that it was happening, she was unable to control herself. He fucked her one more time that morning, and though she did her best to resist, she felt herself climax violently again.
They had breakfast afterward, and the boy left the house, knowing if he stayed home he would sap both, himself and his mother, of whatever vitality they had left. His cock was still rigid, and he decided the best thing to do was go to Marilyn Callan's home, and let her ease the stiffness in it.
When he got there, he suddenly discovered he wasn't the only one there. It seemed his father, all hot and bothered from the kiss his wife had left him with, had also gone to Marilyn's house, and Bob spotted him coming out.
Well, hell, if his old man was able to cheat on his mother with such ease, there was no reason why his mother shouldn't be able to reciprocate on a regular basis, and he decided then and there he didn't need Marilyn or any other substitute. If his father came home and caught him fucking his mother, he'd be able to keep the old man's wrath under control with the threat of letting his mother know about Marilyn.
Turning around, he headed for the beach, deciding in spite of the starch stiffening his cock he'd take a rest. As he surmised, Marilyn did not come to the beach that day. She had been-totally satisfied with his dad, which pleased Bob to no end.
Roseann, meanwhile, was still confused, but she realized her obsession with sin had gone too far. She had ruined the first eighteen years of her married life by confusing her husband's rights with what she believed to be wrong. She had been so determined not to commit one kind of sin, she had committed an even greater sin by being frigid to Leon. Then she had allowed herself to be seduced by one of her bosses. True, she had enjoyed it, and now that she looked back on it, she wasn't really sorry, but had she been a good wife to Leon all these years, none of this, including her incestuous joining with her own son, would never have taken place. Now she was caught up in a web of desire, for as much as she wanted to give herself to Leon, her desire, for her son was equally great. There was no escaping the fact that she needed them both, at least for awhile.
She rested the entire day, and in the middle afternoon, just as her strength returned to her, Bob came home. It was almost as if words between them weren't necessary.
"Mom," he whispered, "I have to. . . I mean ..."
"Darling Bob," she replied, cutting him off, trying desperately to contain the raging fires inside her passionately aroused body. She was a woman, alive, in desperate need of total sexual fulfillment. The boy was aware of that, just as she was. She saw his hard, vibrantly alive young cock throbbing in his swim trunks, and without even being told she removed her robe, revealing her nakedness to the boy, willingly. His eyes blazed, looking at her sparsely covered pelvic mound. She had showered and douched, earlier, and her body smelled of attar of roses. She was unable to stop herself from holding her arms out to him, beckoning him against herself. The boy responded by tugging off his trunks right there and going to her.
Her body was softly warm and loving. Her firm and rounded breasts all but burned holes in his chest, and her thighs, sleek and vibrant, squeezed his painfully aching phallus between them. Oh wow! He had to fuck her again. Burningly moist, her wispy brown pubic hairs brushed lightly over his throbbing penis.
"Mother!" he gasped. "Ineed you ... it isn't just lust. I need you. I must fuck you again." Roseann knew it was true, too, because she needed him just as desperately.
Their need sizzled in one another's minds, answers to the demanding tongues of flickering lust burning through both their shuddering bodies. She wanted him terribly, no longer able to deny thi:--insane lust. She was powerless to resist, just as tht boy was unable to back away from her. The unmerciful truth was, they were lovers more than they were mother and son. She had felt his penis inside her, and she had thrilled to his tongue in her body, and she knew she had to have more, because she had not yet really given him of herself, and this she had to do. She wanted that rigid rod of her son's fucking into her again, and no power on earth would stop it. She stared down at the immense auger, seeing it throb with lusting life. It was his flesh and blood, once a part of her, and what was unnatural about that part of her wanting to return to the womb, if only for a short while. For the first time in her life Roseann decided she felt more like a woman than ever before.
"Darling Bob," she whispered again. "Come, fuck me. That's just what I want. I want to feel your throbbing hardness buried inside me."
The two of them were completely powerless to stop the blazing furnace of their dual passion. Together they knelt nakedly on the living room floor, face-to-face, and Roseann's hand reached out of its own accord and began caressing the pumping, throbbing manhood that was her son's. His own hand was slowly moving into the soft and tender indentation between her. white thighs to touch her warmly palpitating vaginal lips.
"You're so perfect," the boy whispered. "Mother, oh mother, I so love you." His fingers delved into the curving slit that was her vaginal opening, and he brushed the tips of his seeking digits across her shuddering clitoris.
"Unnnnnnhhhhh . . . yesssssssss . . ." she hissed. "Yes, Bob, yes my wonderful son," she gasped, feeling as if she would burst from the mounting pressure in her shuddering belly as she thrilled to the delving of his fingers into the wetly hungering depths of her anxious cunt. His face lowered itself and pressed between the rounded softness of her full breasts, and his heated young mouth nipped the hardened tips of her nipples sending lightning bolts of lusting desire coursing through her shuddering body.
Neither of them was able to wait any longer. There was no time for recriminations or second thoughts. All that mattered was the possession of one another. They had to join their carnal beings together for the ultimate physical pleasure both would know. Nothing and no one else mattered at this point, because their overwhelming needs dominated everything.
"This time you fuck me," the boy whispered, and he lay on his back while Roseann hovered over him, her pillarly thighs wide apart on either side of the boy's wriggling hips. His lust-swollen, wildly jerking penis was pointed straight up, and she adjusted her wetly splayed vagina so that it hovered directly over the solid shaft. Reaching down, she surrounded the thick length of phallus with her fingers, holding it upright, slowly lowering her body and moving the blunted, purpled head back and forth between her foaming lips, using it to wedge her opening wider apart.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . mom . . . nowwwwwww!!!" the boy gasped. "Sit on it now, and fuck my cock into yourself."
Her other hand reached down and with her forefinger and middle finger she parted her vaginal lips even wider, clearing the way for his entrance. Roseann hesitated only for one more moment before slowly letting her body suck her son's heavy thickness inside, feeling it push-push-push its way deeper into her. The throbbing organ knifed into her, stabbing straight up, expanding her tightly resisting inner walls. Roseann felt a little discomfort from the stretching but took pride in the fact that her own son's penis was so thick and was so masterful. Penis-wise, he was longer and thicker than any man she had ever known, though she had only known two others.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . hhhhhaaaaaannnnnnnhhhhh . . . wo-o-o-o-o-o-nnnnnddddderrrfullllllU ..." she gasped, as the massively lancing cock lurched just inside the tightness of her teeming passage. Trembling beyond control with the need for more, she continued lowering herself, wanting him deeper and deeper until every last little bit of his thickness was sucked into her cunt.
The boy lifted his head and watched his penis sinking into his mother's narrow aperture, staring at the way the pinkly clasping mouth sucked him inside, and he knew it was good. Once again he realized there was no cunt like that of his mother. Her tightly wet walls nursed on his throbbing penis like a hungry mouth, and as she slid lower, her wet membranes covered his phallus inch by inch. Hotly wet and pulsating, hungry, her vaginal tunnel sucked lustily, still sinking down, turning her son's young body into a raging torrent of thrilling enjoyment. There was no way for the boy to restrain himself, not for another fraction of a second. He had to get that cock really moving, and lurched his hips up from the carpet, thrusting the entire hard length of his massively throbbing penis into her fiery depths.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... hhhhuuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh!" Roseann gasped even louder, feeling every line and nuance of his thickly fleshy penis filling her as her lips sucked at his penile base. She had forgotten for a short while just how wonderful the boy's fat cock really was, and now, more than ever, she was glad she had decided on this course. No more frustration, no more sin, no more self-punishment. From now on it was living for itself. Her loins ground against the boy's hairy pelvis, feeling every inch of his heated poker in the burning pit of her grateful cunt. "Ohhhhh mom," the boy gasped.
Leon Wallner had been unable to concentrate on work that day. He had closed his optician's store early, and he had hurried home to his wife. He wanted to fuck the lovely ass off her again. Yes! He was aching to fill her mouth with his cock. She was a natural when it came to cocksucking. Not even Marilyn Callan came anywhere near his own wife.
It was a wonderful feeling to discover one was able to love one's own wife all over again as if she were a silly teenager. He had stopped at the florist and bought a bouquet of flowers, as well as a box of candy, and he had stopped at the liquor store for some Courvoisier, knowing it had an almost aphrodisiacal effect on anyone who drank it. If there was any reticence left in Roseann this would soon change her mind, though from the way she had kissed him when he had left, it didn't seem possible she was still hung up in any way. Last night had been a significant breakthrough, and he was sorry he hadn't done this eighteen years earlier. Eighteen years wasted because he had been such a damn softy. Well, never again. Roseann was made for fucking, and since she was his wife, he intended doing exactly that. She had a wonderful body, and he had wasted so much time fucking her in the dark. From now on it was with all the lights on. From now on it was a permanent thing.
Not that he intended giving up his extra-curricular fucking. At least he didn't intend giving it up, for awhile. Even if the other cunts weren't as good as his wife's, they would serve to make him appreciate Roseann that much more.
Parking his car in front of the house, he opened the front door, stepped inside, shut it, and froze. There, on the living room floor was a tableau that made his blood run cold for a moment, before turning it to a feverish boil.
"Ohhhhhhhh . .. yesssss," Roseann was gasping, her back to.her husband as she continued riding up and down her son's cock, totally and blissfully unaware her husband had walked in, and Bob was staring at his mother's face, not realizing his father was watching it all.
The shamelessly aroused young mother was bouncing up and down on her son's body as she leaned forward, kneeling over the boy, her legs wide apart and tautened as she took every last throbbing inch of his thick penis into her clasping cunt. Bob was gripping her firmly rounded breasts, squeezing- and pulling them, tugging the nipples between his fingers as he automatically raised and lowered his hips, unquestionably responding to her up-and-down movements. Slowly Leon walked into the room, putting everything down on a side table. He was mad, very mad, but his eyes were locked on the white moon's of his wife's buttocks as they clenched and unclenched around her winking asshole. All the while she continued stroking up and down on the throbbing penis in her burning feminine tunnel.
The damn bitch! Look at her. He broke her of her prudish habits in a single night, and here she was, going farther than he'd ever expected, fucking their son. Well, hell, there might not be a way to stop it, but he sure as shooting intended getting some of her.
Taking off his own clothes, he let everything fall on the floor, keeping his eye on her puckered anus. He was going to cram it in right back there. Hell! He had de-virginized her cunt when they had dated, and last night he had done the same to her mouth. It was time to deflower her pretty asshole, as well. Yes, a good cock in her ass would put the finishing touches on what was left of his wife's virginity.
"My happy little family," he said, glowering down at the two of them.
Both Roseann and Bob were in the throes of passion and far too aroused to be afraid of Leon. Both knew of his awful temper, but their lust for one another was so great, neither was able to feel the fear they knew they ought to experience.
"Leon!" Roseann gasped between her panting sighs.
"Yes, Leon, whom you denied for eighteen years. Leon who had to wake you up to what sex was really all about. You learn in a hurry, Roseann. I see you're teaching Bob, too."
"How's Marilyn . . . uuunnnnhhhh . . . dad?" Bob asked. "I thought about . . . ohhhhhh . . . visiting her this . . . uuuuhhhhh . . . morning . . ."
Leon was no dummy. His son was telling him he had seen him coming out of Marilyn's house. The price for his silence was the acceptance of what was happening, right now.
"What the hell!" he snapped. "The family that plays together stays together."
"What are you going to do?" Roseann asked, still bouncing.
"Lean forward m'love. I'm going to fuck your lovely asshole."
The long, rhythmically thrusting penis in her heatedly wet cunt was the only thing on Roseann's mind at that moment. She was thrilling to the wild, passionate lusting sensation as she felt her inner spirit unbound for the first time, because this was indeed the first time she was fucking freely of her own accord. She was liberated beyond her most imaginative dreams, and when she understood her husband wasn't going to hurt her son or beat her, she felt even more alive and wonderful. True, she was doing something completely unnatural in the eyes of most people, but she didn't really give a damn anymore. She was enjoying it. The only person to whom she would have to answer for all this was herself. If this desire in her soul was so terrible, why was she enjoying it so much?
When Leon's words finally filtered through her lasciviously clouded mind, somehow it seemed the perfect thing for him to do. She was going to be loved by both, her son and her husband at the same time. Both were going to stroke their cocks into her, and that seemed like an ideal solution to everything. Although she had never even dreamed what it would be like to have a penis in her rectum, it somehow seemed correct. It was different from being fucked in her lust-starved pussy, and yet she was going to be fucked while, in essence, being fucked. If it caused her some kind of hurt, well then, let this be the punishment she was to get for all the evilly wicked things she had done. This would be her penance, and would grant her the absolution she had so desperately sought.
Turning her head, she looked at her husband's throbbing cock, and no longer thought of it as menacing. On the contrary, it was a love-stick to her, and she wanted to be loved by it.
"Leon. . ." she sighed, dreamily, still bouncing on her son's penis, never missing a stroke, "do it! Fuck me in the ass. Yes, put that wonderful part of your body in to mine. "
Leon needed no further encouragement. He was astonished, she was willing to permit him to do this, but it seemed just. Without further hesitation he knelt between his son's calves and then between his wife's slender knees. His solid cock was fully erect-more so than when he had plugged her mouth the evening before, and he stroked the heated staff in his hand as he leaned closer to the tightly puckered little opening between her rounded, moonlike buttocks. He knew her asshole had to be made ready, but he was so excited and thrilled by the idea that he was going to fuck his wife's virgin asshole any delay at this time seemed unthinkable.
Roseann was ready for him as she leaned forward, letting her shoulders rest on those of her son while using her hands to tug the globes of her behind wide apart. Her son's cock was thrust all the way into the seething depths of her sucking cunt, flexing, jerking, anxiously quivering, and she wanted the boy to fuck her swiftly and hard . . . right after Leon's cock had thrust into her. Though this was the most wantonly obscene thing to ever happen to her, she was revelling in it, feeling thrills the like of which she had never known before. Her husband and her son. What woman had the right to ask for more?
Leon reached out with a spit-moistened forefinger, probing her never-before-penetrated pucker. Her tight ring of sphincter held against his thrust for a moment before he told her to relax. Forcing herself to do so, she felt her anus open. The finger slid in, and she prepared herself for a humiliating subjugation, one which she felt she so richly deserved, though she felt no qualms about it.
"Uuuurrrrrggggghhhhhh!" she gasped as the man's fingertip sank into her tightly squeezing rectum. There was pain from the pressure of the finger, and her mind drifted back to the previous night when her own finger had pressed against Leon's asshole. Now she was sorry she hadn't rammed her finger inside. Why not let him feel some of the agony.
The pain, light, but nevertheless there, continued as her husband worked his finger feverishly in circles, widening and stretching her little asshole, preparing it for the thicker pole yet to come. There was pleasure in the way his finger thrust back and forth inside her, and as the pain diminished, the pleasure mounted. The pleasure began thrilling her body, overwhelming her as she felt filled with two fleshy probes, and she wondered how much more wonderful would it be when the finger was withdrawn and a cock took its place. She began shuttling her body back and forth between the finger in her asshole and the cock in her teeming cunt, and then felt a sense of disappointment when Leon tugged his finger from inside her. Her buttocks were being separated. There was the pressure of thumbs; one against each cheek, both pulling, and then she sensed the rounded head pressing against the tightness of her narrowly puckered anus.
"Hhhhaaaannnnnhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh Leeeeonnnnnn! Unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh! That hurts!" she screamed, as he thrust forward.
"Throw that ass back at me," he gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat, intent on penetrating her narrow little opening.
He gripped her rounded shoulders as they pressed into those of Bob, beneath her, and then Leon thrust forward with all his inner strength, his invading shillellagh stiff and anxious to probe into her heated little rectum. For a moment her sphincter held, resisting all pressures, and then he managed to pop the thick, purple head of his penis into the elastically tight ring, stretching like a tiny rubber band hooding his mammoth glans--and then the rest of him. Leon, now that he had passed her sphincter, was determined to bury it the rest of the way inside his wife's ass, and he pushed forward solidly, again, then again, then one more time, slowly but surely driving his lengthy penis in to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . hhhhhaaaaahhhhh .. . . eeeeeyyyyyaaaagggggghhhhhhh!" Roseann screamed in painful agony, her voice shrieking repeatedly as fiery, searing pain streaked through her shuddering body, his jerking penis boring into her tight rectum like a white-hot length of steel, stretching and swelling the delicate tissues, within. The full length plunged into her burningly gripping rectal tunnel, and then into her colon, filling her unbelievably. Now there were two fat, monstrous penises between her legs. The poor wife and mother thought she was being sliced neatly in half, the pain wracking her spine for the moment, surging through every shuddering nerve in her trembling body.
Leon wasted no time now that he was in her. He began plunging in and out, in and out, pounding with swift, rapid strokes, building more pain in his wife's rear channel. Roseann knew this was her ordeal, and she gritted her teeth, happy to feel the pain, knowing this surely was punishment enough for all the evil to which she had been a party, and all the evil in which she would indulge in the future.
Moments passed, and the pain slowly but surely changed from agony to mild discomfort-mixed-with-thrills, and her sobbing cries changed from those of a woman filled with pain to those of a woman charged with thrilling ecstasy as she felt both powerful poles of heated flesh pounding and thrusting inside her trembling belly. She groaned aloud with lust as both, her husband her son, skewered her between them like a helpless rubber doll one bought in the porn shops on Forty-Second street. She sensed the way the two penises rubbed one against the other separated solely by a thin membrane of elastic flesh dividing the two cavities.
The two phalluses were now fucking in unison, their timing somehow meshing as both withdrew to their fullest length, until only the twin purpled heads remained inside her--Leon's cock locked in place by the muscle of her sphincter, and Bob's penis held inside by her tightly, twitching vulva. Then they both rammed forward simultaneously, driving all the way into her twin tunnels, their stiffnesses pushing and grating against each other along the almost-parallel channels of her lust-slickened cunt and lubricated rectum.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes.. ." Roseann gasped. "My two darlings. . . yesssss . . . yessssss . . . yessssss . . . I want more . . . more . . . more ..."
Wanting very much to oblige this wonderful woman, they gave her more, plunging their twin organs into her with a constant rhythm of salacious lust, and Roseann felt her body melting until it had become liquid steel, broiling and prepared to burst with inner passion. She was sizzling, and she loved it, every bit of it. Repeatedly the twin penises thrust into her widely opened orifices, each cock filling its separate love-hole, each working together in superbly marvelous harmony. Roseann loved it, never wanting the raging ravagement of her body to end.
They fucked her harder, pounding into her with a constant rhythm of licentious lust, and she was enjoying this passionate feast of penises. All that was missing was one for her mouth. Now she wished her body had surrendered at least one more son, because there was no doubt that the only person to fill her mouth at this point would have to be either her son or her husband, and since both were already filling a part of her, it meant her mouth had to content itself with sucking on her son's tongue, which she pulled into the depths of her throat.
She was the meat-filling in a sandwich, and Roseann loved it. From now on, her son would sleep in the same large bed she shared with her husband. She'd go to sleep at night either filled with their cocks, or holding onto them. The next time she had to reverse things and have her son fuck her ass while her husband's cock filled her tight cunt. This was the most sensational feeling she had ever known, and in the future, no one would convince her this was evil.
Their fucking was speeding up, the bodies around her moving faster and faster as their penises stroked all the more swiftly into her. Roseann's mouth hung slackly open and she was gasping, wondering if her lungs were capable of holding all the air she needed. Herfull, ripe breasts slammed against the almost-hairless chest of her son as her buttocks bounced from the force of the penises being thrust into her. Now her tongue was wetting her dry lips, licking furiously. She felt a sensation in her that was unbelievable. It was so close she wanted to reach out and grab it. Thrills were sparks in both, her vagina and her rectum as she realized just how near she was to a dual orgasm. Yes, yes, she was going to come in her ass as well as her vagina, and it was so wantonly overwhelming, she wondered if her body was capable of holding together. The release was bearing down on her with the speed of a down-rolling roller coaster.
Roseann trembled violently, shuddering and groaning as she felt so deliriously wonderful. Her husband and her son were fucking her body with their throbbing penises, filling her two cavities with the hardness of their flesh and muscle, bloating her, swelling her internal being. With accelerating swiftness Roseann shuddered her body between them, and then she was soaring as Bob slammed his penis deep into her contracting vagina, the bloated head swelling to fantastic proportions as he grunted and groaned under her.
"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Ohhhh . . . gonna come..."
"Yes, my darling, yes my love, yes my sweet' son, me too . . . come . . . come . . . NOWWWWW . . . AAAAYYYYYYAAAARRRRR-GGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAANNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHH . . . GGGGGGHHHHHHAAAA-ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH ..."
The first white-hot burst splashed deep inside her sizzling womb, her son's jerking penis spilling out the super-heated sperm into the depths of her sizzling and rippling vaginal interior. "OHHHHHH . . . MAAAAA . . .!" Bob yelled!
"Me, too," Leon gasped. "Oh Ro, honey, you have a fabulous ass . . . EEEEYYYYYAAAAIIII-IGGGGHHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGGGHH-HHH!!!"
The man shoved his massively heated cock all the way into her narrow rectum and colon, pushing hard against her thrashing, rounded buttocks, the head buried far inside her large intestine. It expanded and began shooting its white flush through the colon, trying to reach into the small intestine.
Roseann felt her body erupting constantly in a shower of wild sparks as madly spinning lights whirled through her brain. Two hot streams were jetting into her at the same time, and each pulsation of a penis sent yet another burst, either into her shuddering vagina or her squeezing colon.
She was floating high above the earth now, a mass of completely exquisite sensations charging through her nakedly wriggling torso. She rammed back against the twin phalluses one more time as she soared with bursting inner passion--a passion only newly awakened. Her inner self sizzled with delight.
That night all of them slept in the one bed, and the two men continued taking turns. Roseann couldn't get enough.
Chapter Eight
"I never expected to see you back here again,' Terry Williams said to Roseann. "When my secretary got married and left, I figured you'd be the last one to want to come back, especially on a permanent basis."
"I've changed a little since then," she told him. I've come to realize there's more to life than the spiritual."
"Oh?" Terry asked, sitting back in his chair, motioning for her to sit on the one in front of the desk.
Roseann walked over to where he was sitting and plopped herself in his lap, saying, "I've thought a lot about that night. Now I'm not here looking for special favors, unless you think your penis is a special favor. I'll work just as I always did, but I want it clearly understood that if there's to be any sexual contact between the two of us, I have to agree as well as you. I don't have to be worn out, and I don't need to be gotten drunk. In fact, it's more fun when I have energy and I'm completely sober."
"You really have changed," Terry nodded, putting his arms around her.
"I'm telling you right now, both my husband and son are aware of what I'm doing," she told him, causing his eyebrow to lift. "I don't believe in doing anything behind anyone's back. I know you've recently become engaged. I want you to tell your fiancee what's going on, too. It's only fair, because I don't think it's right to sneak around, furtively."
"Oh have you ever changed," Williams nodded. "Linda's a good kid. She'd go along with anything I say."
"I think that's wonderful," Roseann told him, undoing his tie. "Just how far is she willing to go along?"
"Well," Terry said to her, unbuttoning her blouse as she remained seated in his lap, "she'll really go hog-wild if I say so. She reminded me a lot of you in the beginning, which was what attracted me to her. She was a prissy virgin."
"Was?" Roseann asked, opening his shirt, then peeling it, along with his jacket off and throwing everything on the floor.
"That's right," he nodded, undoing her skirt, then lifting her rump just enough to pull the skirt, her halfslip, and her panties and pantyhose all down at the same time. He took the time to pull everything off her feet. "I've changed her attitude completely."
"Why not bring her to our home one night," Roseann invited as he tugged off her brassiere, and she thrust her left breast into his mouth. "We can have an interesting orgy."
"I'm sure," Terry agreed, as Roseann undid his belt, then stood so he was able to lift his own buttocks while she tugged his pants and undershorts down, leaving them around his ankles. She plumped herself in his lap again, this time straddling the arms of his chair with her thighs, her vagina sliding right down the length of his cock, feeling it bury itself all the way inside her. "We're getting married, next month," Terry told her. "You don't mind waiting until after the honeymoon, do you? I mean, I'd like her to myself, until then. Besides, by that time she ought to be even more amenable to suggestion."
"That's good," "Roseann nodded, pressing on the arms of the chair with her thighs for leverage," lifting herself up and down, up and down.
"I . . . uhhhhh . . . have some friends . . . ohhhhh ... who might be . . . ahhhhhh . . . interested in some . . . uuuunnnnhhhh . . . open sex, too," Terry gasped. "They're all married except for ..."
"Except for whom?" Roseann asked, bouncing her buttocks wildly in his lap.
"My . . . uhhhh .. . younger sister. She's, as you might say not interested."
"Your . . . ooooh . . . sister, you say?"
"Yes . . . ahhhh ... I caught her with three boys one night out in . . . uuunnnhhh . . . the garage. She loves it."
"Bring her along for my son," Roseann offered. "He's young."
"Good enough," he gasped.
Roseann rode hard, like a villanous cowboy trying to escape from the sheriff, and she felt all the more thrilled. Things were really starting to work out nicely. No more prudery, no more self-restraint. Life was too short to let it slide by. Oh her son's cock and her husband's cock were wonderful. . . probably the best she'd ever get. But variety spiced things up, and from now on that was precisely what she wanted; a whole lot of spicy, dicey cocks.