The libido is a wonderful thing. It is unfortunate that even in this enlightened age people have not yet learned to trust their own bodies. We are as much body as mind, and to deny the one because of the perversity of the other is a problem that has been with us since man first created values.
It was Cicero, the great Roman thinker who said, "Nothing that is human is alien to me". We, the publishers, believe this adage to be true, and regret that so many people still enslave themselves in the chains of their frustrations.
We are, all of us, creatures of our desires. And when these desires are repressed, they become warped and malignant. It is far better to enact the pleasurable fantasies of our humanity with the willing cooperation of our partners, than it is to foist curdled dreams on an unwilling society.
We live in troubled times, when terrorism and political outrage run rampant through the nations of our world. We live in a time that preaches freedom for the individual while entwining him in the restraints of commercial necessity: buy the pleasures that we say you can buy, not the pleasures you desire.
Guilt, obscenity and the moral strictures of our society are involved in a concatenation of political debauchment that is more obscene than any of the simple pleasures of the flesh.
The author of this volume attempts to show that the illumination of one's fantasies can be an enlightening and rewarding experience. For it is by facing up to our own humanity that we can truly find out who and what we are.
The author is not advocating social or moral upheaval. Rather, he asks that the reader be honest enough to question a few of those values that are accepted, and venerated, for no better reason than that they are there.
We live in the midst of social turmoil, and to choose the wise and straight path it is necessary that we consider and decide issues for ourselves.
This author has published many books with us, and we consider his thesis of personal responsibility to be an important landmark in contemporary thought. With no further delay then, we invite you to enjoy as we did, John Wilson's, "A Family Vacation ".
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Bob Elliot unfastened his seat belt and rang for the stewardess. Jesus! he was finally on his way. Away from the office politics, away from the pressures of business and most of all away from that uptight Chairman's wife that was always going on about respectability.
But what was he thinking this shit for when he could be looking at new pussy. And to make it more interesting, Tim, his eighteen year old son was with him. He hadn't really talked to him yet, he'd met him off the Denver plane and an hour later they were off together to the Bahamas. It had been six years since he'd seen him. He'd been twelve then and a real cute kid. Now he was a man. I wonder how he does thought Bob Elliot as he looked at him appraisingly.
"What are you thinking Dad?" Luckily he was saved from answering by the arrival of the stewardess. She looked real good, her firm ass pushing up towards the ceiling as she leaned across Tim to take his order. Her ripe breasts lay before his eyes and he felt a tremor in his cock.
As she was walking off, her pert rear swaying seductively down the aisle, he was pleased to notice the bulge in his boy's pants. At least that dried-up ex-wife of his hadn't turned the kid into a momma's boy!
"Nice girl" he said to Tim. And damned if the boy didn't look embarrassed. Christ it looked as though his mother had kept him on a short rein. He was probably still a virgin! Well two weeks at the Castaways should change that. He'd heard that it was fun in the sun and nothing to stop you but exhaustion. And he was feeling fresh and fit to roar. Looking around the plane he noticed the woman with the long black hair again. She'd brushed past him in the ticket line and he couldn't help noticing what a firm, attractive body she had.
Beautiful as she was it was her hair that was really a turn-on. It was long, black and down to her ass. And he flexed his thighs slightly as he imagined her riding him. She was a sultry Lady Godiva and he wanted her. He'd tried picking her up while they were waiting to board, but she'd pretended not to hear him. There was a nice young woman with her too. Blonde, blue eyed and short hair. Probably her daughter. She might have shorter hair, but it looked like her breasts were fully developed.
Tim Elliot wondered if he should try and talk to his father about his mother. It seemed sort of strange not knowing how to talk to your own father. But he hadn't seen him for six years.
And even now Mom would have a fit if she knew that he was off with him. She thought he was going away to the mountains, a friend's family had a cabin in the Rockies. But a son needed to know his roots. And every time he'd asked about the old man at home he'd gotten nothing but short, terse replies. It seemed as though his mother never forgave her husband for demanding his conjugal rights. The one time she'd ever opened up about it she'd called him an animal! It seemed as though his mother thought sex was not nice.
And here he was seeing female flesh wherever he looked. He longed to touch it, to caress it. That young girl sitting across the aisle a few seats forward made his prick twitch every time he looked at her. Her mother had called her Michelle. That had been when Dad had tried to pick up the old lady. He imagined himself alone with her. The young girl dropping her hand to the crotch of his thin faded denims, beginning to rub around the front, dipping inside the waistband until her fingers could fondle all of his warm hard penis and scrotum. Then slowly, she took her other hand and zipped open his fly while he looked in wonder as she wormed the pants down over his buttocks and hips until his pants slid free onto the floor.
Then slowly her fingers made contact with the blunt reddened tip of his virile cock. The teenage boy's thighs started to undulate of their own volition and his breath spewed out in ragged gasps. "Excuse me dad I've got to go to the toilet." Grabbing the newspaper to hold in front of him he made his way towards the rear of the plane.
Then when he was inside and alone he could take out the long slim shaft of his penis and play with it while he imagined her nakedly rounded breasts pressing against his chest, their nipples smoldering coals burning into his youthful flesh. She whimpered delightedly and wriggled against his erection, her young body jerking and her heatedly moistened vaginal lips spreading apart in anticipation.
"Ooooooooooohh, Michelle," the boy moaned, crazy with desire for the beautiful young girl...."Oh, baby, let's fuck ... let's fuck, now!"
"Tim...?"
"Yes...."
"I suddenly have the strange desire to kiss you, love. Kiss you right in the tip of your lovely hard penis!" His right hand was going crazy now at the thought of this beautiful young girl taking his hot hard prick into her luscious mouth.
"Yes, I want to feel your wonderful prick with my lips!" And as she spoke she got to her knees before his spread-eagled legs and drew his quivering young manhood closer to her face. She rubbed it lovingly against her soft cheeks, feeling every ridge and vein pulsing against her flushed skin. "Oh I want it. I do want it."
Michelle flicked her tongue out and came in to warm, wet contact with the expanding head of his erection. Her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted wetly, maddeningly into it. Then she planted warm, gentle kisses on it, beginning at the top and tracing a path down the full length of his pulsing hardness to the base, then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown.
He groaned as he thought of the lewdness of the scene, his cum-filled balls nearly bursting with the passion of his arousal. Faster and faster he moved his hand up and down his engorged shaft imagining that the beautiful Michelle was taking his throbbing swollen penis into the saliva-filled cavern of her suddenly hungrily watering mouth. She would feel the blood-swollen tip of his penis battering the back of her throat as she struggled for air. Her tongue swishing with a vengeance around the rigidly heated cock sliding in and out of her mouth. And she moaned like a love-slave. And suddenly, before the naked Michelle could react, Tim pulled his burgeoning cock from between her ovaled lips and held the blunt, pulsating head about two inches from her mouth. She was unable to protest as it began spurting heated streams of his heavy semen deep into her still rounded lips like milk spewing from a cow's udder. He filled the warm, wet cavern of her welcoming mouth to the brim, and she swallowed it voraciously. He could see her trying not to lose any of the wonderfully delicious fluid. And as his cock shot out the last of his youthful seed, he wondered what his mother would think of him now.
As he walked back up the aisle to his seat he noticed how demure and pretty the young girl looked. He wondered what she'd say if he told her he'd just had the most glorious masturbation in months thinking about filling her sweet mouth with his cock.
"Well Tim, we'll be landing in a couple of hours. Why don't you try and get some sleep? We want to be fresh and ready on our first day."
Tim wasn't sure that he thought he heard a slight smirk in his father's voice. But he was too relaxed to think about it now. Anyway, the old man, not that forty was old, was already looking down the aisle. As he squeezed in front of his father to his window seat Tim looked over the heads of the seated passengers to see what his dad was staring at.
It seemed Michelle's mother was dozing off, and she was twisting and turning in her seat, trying to get comfortable. What she didn't realize was that her skirt was being pushed up by all her movement and her very shapely thighs were exposed..
Damn fine looking woman, thought Bob Elliot. Fine breasts, small tight ass, and from the way she's moving, she knows what she's got.
In fact, Rachel Thomas was in that semi-sleep state where she no longer realized where she was. The cool air from the plane's air conditioning nozzle was directing its flow across the exposed skin of her low-buttoned blouse. The refreshing stream of air made her nipples harden, and a sensual chill ran through her stomach, spreading to her thighs. She tossed and turned in her drowsy yet aroused state. In her dream she was a pregnant teenager. And then Arthur was saying how much he loved her and of course he would marry her now that she was pregnant.
As soon as Michelle was born he walked out on her. Rachel whimpered, relieving the pain and hurt of the separation.
Michelle reached over and took her mother's hand comfortingly. The young girl felt very warm and protective towards her, but only when she was asleep. When her mother was awake she was a different woman; stern, judge mental, upright-not a person to be touched. But she seemed so relaxed now, so different. The young daughter adjusted her mother's skirt being careful not to awaken her.
Rachel felt the soft touch on her skin, but in her dream she was back home in the privacy of her bedroom. She was naked, whirling about the room when she caught her reflection in the full length mirror inside the closed door. She paused momentarily and studied the image she made, eyeing herself with curiosity and detached interest.
There were no superfluous bulges, only satin-skinned flesh tinted a golden tan except for the tiger stripes of white irridescence where her swimsuit had covered her taut, high breasts, the gently sloping curls of her pussy mound and smoothly rounded buttocks.
She moved her eyes along the mirror viewing the pink rigid nipples straining outward, and the flat plane of her belly with its tiny outline of her navel. Then down further to the curly black fleeciness of her pubic hair which highlighted the pink fullness of her softly molded vaginal lips. She could even make out the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking from the crested valley of her vagina in almost child-like shyness. And then, as if suddenly shamed by her immodest voyeurism, she threw on her short white terry robe and closed the closet door.
I've got a good body, she thought in defense of her narcissistic staring. But it sure hasn't brought me any happiness. God! If only I were an old toothless hag! Or if I'd been born plain ... then I'd concentrate on my career as a reference librarian. And on being a mother.
For as long as she could remember her energy had been spent blocking groping hands and clumsy, leering passes. Then she had finally given in to Arthur and he'd made her pregnant. And his clumsy, inept lovemaking had left her entirely cold.
Or so she'd thought for about two years. Then Charles Scott came into her life. He had come up to the reference desk one day, blue-jeaned and scruffy, a disheveled stack of manuscripts under his arm, and he'd wanted some information about the erotic poets of eighteenth-century Persia.
He was so intense and yet sensitive at the same time. They had started talking, communicating so beautifully, and then he was showing her some of his own work. And it was good. Good with passion and personality. He had that poeticgift granted to so few, and she had thought, here is a man who can love ... here is a man who could fulfill the promise of my youthful dreams. He wouldn't be the rutting pig that Arthur has been.
She wanted desperately to believe it. She needed to believe it. And in her dream it seemed as though this time it was going to come true. As though this time her desires of the flesh would be transcended by the desires of her soul. She dreamed that the key to her lock was present and the secret of her being was clear.
Then she was back in the many afternoons at the small coffee shop they'd found in the old section of town. Afternoons where they had talked of art and life and laughed at the scurrying of the leaves across the dusty pavements of the street. One afternoon, they had completely lost track of time, talking until long after the library had closed. So she invited him home. They bought a bottle of red wine and sat drinking and talking until she was higher than she usually allowed herself to get.
Then they began kissing and the heated presence of a man against her body after all that time had fired her passions to an explosive level. She was aware of his throbbing excitement ... of the huge bulge in his tight faded jeans. And it was as though the cloth of his crotch gave off waves of torrid temptation to continue. And there was a tantalizing wet spot where his hardened penis was pressing its blunt tip against the cloth. The salacious sight seemed to fire her even more, making her breast ache and her nipples become jeweled rubies rubbing against her own dress.
Then suddenly the door-bell rang. It was the baby sitter bringing little Michelle home. She had fed the baby and put her to sleep. Then she and Charles were alone again, rubbing thigh against thigh, his hard cock burning into the heated mound between her legs. Charles was kissing her and his feverish hands were unzipping the back of her dress and she ... Oh God! She's sworn she'd never trust a man again, but ... OH! OHHH! ... she was arching her back to allow him to get closer.
And she felt her soft, curl-rimmed cunt lips beginning to throb, excitedly pulsing the same way they had so many years before. Shivers of unwanted sensation traveled up her spine and through her flesh, and she moaned in shameful prurience, continuing her reverie....
... Charles' hands had smoothly removed her dress and brassiere and he was suddenly squeezing and cupping the nakedness of her sensitively tingling breasts, his lips leaving her mouth to suck on her trembling nipple with a hungry desire. His other hand was still peeling the panties of her writhing hips, down past her moistened pubic hair, down her legs, while she ... Oh Lord! ... she helped kick off that last restraining garment.
Then he was tearing at his own jeans and shirt until that they were both naked. She gasped at the sight of his immensely swollen cock. It was huge, sticking up at a saucy angle, and she wanted it. And then he was rolling between her legs and on top of her, her brain seething with uncontainable passion.
Yes, she was silently begging for him to continue, to have his long hard penis fill her hungrily throbbing cunt to its fullest. She wanted him to slip between her excitedly trembling thighs and fill her belly with his thick, hotly throbbing hardness. She was ready to let a man fuck her again.
Her long black hair flailed around her moaning face, her taut nubile breasts dancing on her chest as she prepared herself for him, for the sweet forbidden taste of lusting manhood ... Charles' muscular hips pinned her squirming thighs to the sofa ... The soft black curls of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against his searching cock, tickling against it and inciting him to incoherent mumblings of crazed desire. She was wildly aroused too, and then Charles flicked his thighs forward and with one smooth motion of his hips buried all of his thickly pulsing hardness deeply in her quivering pussy.
But then he changed. The sweetness went out of him and he became full of wild, unbridled lust. His tender loving changed to a selfish fucking of her gaping cunt!
"Please, love," she whispered to him. "Fuck me slow and easy." But he couldn't, or wouldn't hear her pleas. And when he had spewed out his hot male cum far up inside her unsatisfied belly, he had dressed and left her quickly. Just walked right out on her never to return again.
* * *
The plane arrived early the next morning, local Bahama time and the limousine of the Castaway Vacation Resort was there to pick up its guests. In this case there were five of them, all women, besides the Elliots and the Thomases. The car was large but nine people beside the driver were just too many. Tim Elliot, frightened yet bold, volunteered to stay behind, suggesting that Michelle wait with him for the next trip.
She seemed worried at first, glancing at her mother as though seeking approval, but Rachel was all cool looks and calm disposition. Looking at her it was impossible to tell that she had spent such a restless night. Bob Elliot was very solicitous of her, and as he helped Rachel into the limousine, he turned and glancing over his shoulder caught his son's eyes and nodded approvingly.
"Why did your father do that?" demanded Michelle as they watched the vehicle pull away.
."Do what?" said Tim. He tried to sound innocent but he knew very well what she meant. His father was acting with him just like he was one of the boys, and he'd got the message loud and clear. This small, petite blonde, with her sharp blue eyes, pert breasts and tight little ass, looked like she was designed for fucking! And as his prick was beginning to push up against the cloth of his jeans he felt more than able to fill her needs.
And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship thought Bob Elliot angrily as he later that week watched his son walking along the beach, his firm, muscular arm draped protectively over the young girl's shoulder. They made a nice couple but id didn't do him any good with Rachel! She acted as if he didn't exist. Not that he was hurting for cunt. The resort women were practically begging him for it, particularly when he appeared on the beach in his string bikini shorts which he'd kept from his last vacation at Cannes.
But forbidden fruit was always sweeter, and it was the lone woman with the silky black mane, curvacious hips, and small waist that was turning him on. Every time he stuck his cock in some woman's cunt he was thinking of her. Every time he let them kiss his long hard prick he thought of Rachel. It was getting so that every time he thought of her he got hard!
And damn! she wasn't going to get away from him! He'd make her pay for pretending to ignore him! He knew she wanted his cock! She might think she didn't need it, but he knew ...!
CHAPTER TWO
Rachel Thomas lay back in her deck chair and heaved a long troubled sigh. Why, oh why, she thought ... whatever possessed me to come for a week in the Bahamas Castaway Vacation Resort?
She squeezed her eyes tightly closed behind her dark glasses, then opened them again hoping the world would look a bit clearer. The sun was glistening gold on the white sand, casting speckled shadows on her firm tan thighs. She tried to let the warm sun and the sweet ocean air sooth her, tried to let it wash her thoughts away, but she could feel their eyes!
Try as she might, she could not lose her self consciousness of the men staring at her with an overt appreciation of her magnificent, bikini-clad body.
Just because it was a well-known singles resort, everyone assumed she was fair game. Well, she wasn't! But she was having a terrible time keeping these creeps at a comfortable distance. Without exception, the other women at the hotel were younger than Rachel by as much as ten years, yet most of them looked like the summer resort was their last resort! And Rachel Thomas, at thirty-four with a daughter in her teens, was still a knockout.
Her body did not at all reveal her years. This was evident as she rose from the sand to walk towards the water's edge. Every man there was aware of the sensuous beauty of her firm, tan body. Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and her buttocks were tightly globular, undulatingly promising when she walked, despite her efforts to keep her seductive charms in rein. Her breasts were magnificint, their firm roundness swelling over the top of her pink bikini, and her belly was as flat as if she had never borne a child.
And so it was quite natural that men lusted after her, pursued her relentlessly, despite all her attempts to repulse them. In fact, she really resented having to put on such a cold manner all the time. It was no fun to be always on guard, but it was her only protection.
If only she had gone to fat the way almost all of her friends had. Perhaps then she could just lead her own quiet life and not have to deal with men and their selfish lusts. Men wanted nothing but to get into her pants, then as soon as they had taken their sexual pleasure from between her legs, they would desert her. That's what the men she had known when she was younger had done ... that was what the father of her daughter Michelle did to her!
Michelle was now fourteen, and almost since the birth of her child, Rachel had had nothing to do with men. She was sick of their selfish ways ... and until recently she had been perfectly happy running the Reference Section of the St. Charles Main Library. But the past year, with Michelle's approaching maturity and increasing independence, Rachel had begun to feel a bit lonely. She was developing curious longing to be touched and held and sweetly caressed ... beginning to feel peculiar about her lack of male companionship, especially now that Michelle had begun to date. So she had told herself to get out and meet people. The world had changed after all. Women's lib had made its impact. Men were different. Or so she had thought.
But here she was, fighting off advances of men like John Aram, the fat balding banker who was sitting by the water's edge with a newspaper in his lap and a big cigar sticking out of his mouth. Well, she knew what else would be sticking out if he lifted up that newspaper. Ugh, men were just too selfish.
The voluptuous woman stood at the water-line glancing down at the cool blue. Her exquisite form was poised for the next wave. Then she sprang forward into the breaking water. The cool change cleared her head and for a few brief moments she felt wonderful again.
She swam for a while and then headed back to shore. As she began to walk out toward her towel someone was in her way ... Oh Christ! Who was it this time trying to invade the peace she had finally achieved...?
She looked up to see a muscular hairy leg firmly planted on her towel. She glanced higher past a striped swimsuit and beautifully ridged stomach, past a well-muscled chest until her eyes met those of Bob Elliot, his rugged sun-tanned face beaming at her.
"Hi," he called. "You've been avoiding me all morning, angel."
"Hello Bob," she nervously smiled, her eyes flickering briefly away from his. Then she pushed past him trying to avoid brushing her body against his ... against that slight bulge where his cock lay nestled in his striped trunks ... almost, but not quite ... and she felt a surging flash of electricity shoot through her body as she lightly touched against him.
Bob laughed. "Untouched by human hands," he quipped.
Rachel Thomas flushed red, then assumed an air of cool dignity and walked past him to her deck chair. Bob looked after her, a grin on his handsome face as he watched her full, curvaceously rounded asscheeks undulate delightfully before receeding into the distance.
But once back in her place, Rachel slipped on her sunglasses and for a moment watched Bob Elliot closely. He was the only man at the hotel ... in fact the only man anywhere in years ... who even vaguely interested her. He was extremely attractive, with a fine intelligence-he was systems analyst for some large international corporation-and Michelle, her fourteen year old daughter, had been spending all of her time this week with Elliot's son, Tim. It was natural for the teenagers to be together since they were the only young people at the hotel ... but they also seemed captivated by one another and were almost inseperable.
The women at the hotel chased Bob Elliot shamelessly. Every evening she had seen him leave the bar or the casino with a different woman for the night. In fact, Rachel was the only woman who hadn't made a play for the handsome analyst, so he had pursued her quite intensely. But Rachel Thomas was quite sure she would never again let a man in between her legs for his base pleasure alone. Even a man as attractive as Bob Elliot.
Yet despite herself she realized she was using the protection of her sunglasses to take a better look at the man. He certainly was good-looking, that couldn't be denied. He seemed to be in his early forties, yet like herself, his body was that of a man fifteen years younger. Sure, he was intelligent-even charming-but she was too wise, had known too much of men to trust that they weren't sexually driven oafs, every last one of them.
She had been lost in this conjecture when she felt the warmth of another body too close to her own. She looked up. Bob had perched himself next to her, his muscular thigh almost brushing her breast.
"Hey, little Eskimo...." he laughed, "How am I gonna get you to come out of that igloo. You know, give me a chance to melt that ice a little bit, Ms. Thomas?"
"Perhaps you need a little lighter equipment than a blowtorch," she quipped, uncomfortable with the closeness of his muscular body.
"Now, now ... c'mon ... don't be angry at me. I like you. That's all. I like you....You're a lot more attractive and a lot more intelligent than most of the ladies here ... and I thought maybe you'd like to go into town with me to see a film."
She smiled warmly at him. "Thanks for the invitation Bob. But I thought I made myself clear last time. I don't date. I live a quiet life by myself. And I'm very contented with that. I'm just here to get a little rest."
"Is that why you came here during a singles week?" he asked. Then he stood up, and without waiting for her reply walked away.
My God! Rachel thought. She was torn in two. She had to be honest with herself. She had known about it. Perhaps she had come with the hope that maybe she might begin again to allow men into her life. She was lonely. But really, she was not going to give way to some stranger as if she were one of those devices used by men to milk themselves.
Bob was handsome, and she wished she could say yes to him and respond to him the way a healthy, mature woman should. In some ways she really wanted to change her life. But deep down she knew what she was, knew that inherently she was, after all these years, all those cold, single years, she was ... frigid!
Bob Elliot was reluctant to extricate himself from the strong magnetism of Rachel's aura, yet he had to admit to himself that his was a losing game.
Why the hell was this broad so hard to get? he wondered.
He might have thought he was losing his touch if he hadn't already had more than his share of cunt at this fucking hotel. She was something else though. A challenging mixture of intellect and sensuality. He'd been pursuing that voluptuous body of hers with all the wit and wisdom of some thirty years of chasing snatch, and nothing seemed to work with this delectable piece of pussy.
His long experience and sharply toned instinct told him she had one hot little purring machine beneath that cool facade. And he was determined to be the one to stroke it. If only he got near enough for long enough he knew he could kindle her fire. Damn it! He was becoming frustrated enough to tear her bikini off right here and now and fuck his cock deep inside that tight pussy of hers until she screamed for mercy! And Rachel was acting as if she could read his mind-she was reluctant to be alone with him at all!
Bob Elliot stood outside Rachel's door and rapped sharply. She answered wearing a white terrycloth robe and the contrast of her soft silky black hair as it fell over the swell of her breasts emboldened him even more.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply.
"I want you, my lovely," he said as sweetly as he could, his rising passion making his throat thick with desire. "Oh, I want you so bad!"
And before she could decide how to handle this difficult situation, he was in the door.
"No," she cried, terrified of his suddenly direct and lustful approach. "Go away, please! I told you before, I, I, don't...."
"Why?" he murmured ignoring her plea. "Why do you keep me at such a distance? I really do care for you Rachel."
The woman felt torn in half. God, he was attractive but she knew what men were.
"Please," he said reaching for her hand. "We're adults ... we need love, and love is ... is physical!"
Her warm beauty stunned him, and holding her hand, standing within inches of her fragrant body he was literally overwhelmed with the need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her long dark hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered completely to him. Christ, maybe it was more than lust this time ... this woman aroused his feeling so much. He couldn't help himself around her.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was able to whisper into her ear. "Rachel, darling Rachel...."
She squirmed uncomfortably in the handsome man's embrace, placing her hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest until she had disentangled herself. She held him away with her small, delicate hands and spoke to him. "Bob, I am attracted to you, but, but ... I hardly...."
Suddenly he pressed his body against hers, grinding his loins tightly, against the front of her robe. Rachel's emerald eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly. She made a concentrated effort to gain control of a rapidly disintegrating situation. What was happening to her lately? The flood of memories, the passions fired for the first time in so many years. She gasped angrily in an attempt to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging Into the softness of her lower abdomen, all too evident through the thin layer of clothing that separated them.
Bob's implacable smile seemed to widen with an unbearable arrogance as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder and harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against the dresser.
"Bob! For heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" As distress was evident in every feature of her beseeching face, she looked up at the handsome man, "You know I don't like this! I won't be mauled-" She knew her voice lacked conviction. Her unconvincing words seemed to have no effect either on the now lewdly grinning man or on the pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her belly.
"Aw, c'mon Rachel," he pleaded. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"
Then he gently but firmly drew her into a heady, clinging embrace and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild." he cooed softly. "Every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly!"
"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned. Her body was on fire, yet she knew men and she knew she must resist.
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
Rachel had to admit that this man's firm, masculine body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden as instinctively her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her to realize she was replying to him in this way. Bob Elliot possessed an affable charm and a forceful perspnality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to surrender to him was building in intensity. She wanted him. She wanted his warm throbbing cock inside of her and she wanted to be love-fucked by this man!
But the urge was stopped dead, checked as always by the black and terrible cloud of her hurtful past that was always with her, hanging overhead ready to dim any warmth she might feel.
"No! No!" she bleated as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment.
Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Rachel clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms.
"No. No more. Michelle will be coming back any moment. Please, you have to let me go!"
"She's with Tim," he answered breathily. "They're out in a speedboat They won't be back for a couple of hours."
Then with no further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once more crushed his mouth down wetly on her trembling lips. Disregarding her indignantly mumbled protests, he slid one hand down under the fabric of her robe to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers greedily around one of the full, firm cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the raven haired beauty fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. For a wistful moment she wished she could truly let go of her inhibitions and her fears, just for this one time, and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman. But the wounds that had been inflicted on her by other men were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere, in the depths of her consciousness, Helen felt the tempting awareness of Bob's arousing kisses, the gentle yet massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly.
But she was still too afraid, afraid of the pain and heartless treatment she had endured twice before to allow herself to give in now. The dedication which had turned her into an independent and self-reliant woman was built on the need to prove her worth, after men had made her doubt it.
"No ... no ... Bob ... Please ... No...." she moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, Rachel? Why not?" His hand continued to stroke her hotly pulsating thigh and buttocks, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Rachel moaned, a mixture of desperation and passion. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of aroused nerve ends, the throbbing sensations rapidly taking over her mind. Then suddenly his other hand snaked up her quivering belly to cup one of her full, naked breasts beneath her robe, sending tiny licking flames of excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh.
Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing lips of her awakening pussy, until abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her.
Again, the old fears and hesitations returned! She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and her buttocks, and he ground his loins strongly against her thighs. She could tell that his penis was hard and that it had expanded into the full blood-engorged thickness that was bursting to get out of his pants and crawl insidiously up into her nakedly waiting cunt.
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's, let's calm down Bob! Not here, not now! I'm not just one of those desperate spinsters you've been screwing all week!"
"I know you're not Rachel," Bob breathed into her ear. God, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his thickly building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday you'll give yourself in love again ... and I want it to be to me!"
The tender words reminded her of Charles. That was how he had spoken to her, and then he had just fucked her and left her belly filled with semen and unsatisfied. Selfish brutes! All of them nothing but wild, sexual beasts!
Her body stiffened as Bob began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, his mouth locking down again upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of Bob's warmly gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the pervading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breasts, and the hardness of his cock against her trembling tight belly, brought further moans of helpless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past this man and his hot throbbing prick were succeeding in arousing her! Bob was arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet. He was being so tender in his passion. And she was becoming excited in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her fears of masculine betrayal keep her trapped in her loneliness! But all the while, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response....
"OOhhh, Bob! Please don't do this!" she pleaded almost close to tears from her conflict of emotions. But the man's hands fondled the tight cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Rachel's mind. Rachel squirmed In his embrace but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuously firm flesh.
"Oh ... ooooooh...." she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body inflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her resistance. And still came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to trust a man....
The troubled woman made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused systems analyst as his hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her robe and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... then up to the warmly moist pubic hair as she stood naked beneath the garment. A panicky shiver raced through Rachel's sex-inflamed mind, barely coherent in her chaotic sexually aroused state. No! ... No! she couldn't let this happen. But yes! Oh God, his fingers feel so good ... so warm and gentle and good....
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented woman's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, erotic passion surging through her veins. Bob smiled lustfully down at her, and then pressed her back against the nearby dresser, leaning over her until she was forced to slide up onto its top and lie back with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Yes, Rachel, yes...." he intoned softly with heavily panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... we're finally going to break down that barrier of yours...."
Gently, he pushed her down until her head rested against the wall. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and raised her arms to Bob in needful supplication. He, in turn, pushed between her legs until he was standing with his hips holding wide her inner thighs, his bulging loins jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding up and down her inner thighs, brushing against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy, as her robe fell open fully revealing her exquisite body in its voluptuous nakedness.
"Oh Bob ... oh Bob, you mustn't ... oooohhhh," she moaned time and time again. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked hips. In self-defense, her mind tried to assume power over her body which was totally succumbing to its prurient desires. "No ... no, don't...."
Then the man, unheeding of her weak pleas, fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-covered pussy lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep inside. She couldn't seem to control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together. She could feel with obscene delight the coolness of the breeze through the opened window gently caressing her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted in lewd, uncontrollable invitation.
"Oh God!" she panted up into the silence of the room. "Oh God, we mustn't! I-I'm so afraid!"
"It's alright Rachel! You know we must! And you want me to fuck you as much as I want to fuck you!"
Bob Elliot groaned with the building demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm hair-rimmed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers. The sight of this sensual woman lying half naked across the top of the hotel dresser, with her robe hanging open, her head lolling and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrainable animal desire as he ground himself tightly as he could against her passion throbbing cunt. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his swim-suit, while he parted the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening with his long middle finger and teased the soft surrounding fringe of darkly curling pubic hair. He heard Rachel Thomas mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his caresses and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks around on the desk top when he made ecstatic contact with the throbbing little tit of her clitoris.
From where the handsome analyst stood between her legs, he could look down and gaze unhindered at all of her pinkly spread pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his swimsuit and fuck his cock straight ahead! His lust hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly sawing outstretched fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck now or his balls would explode like hand grenades!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow tantalized by Bob's strongly burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed gaping pussy.
She was furious at her lack of control with this rapacious man. But still she undulated her desire maddened thighs in helpless response as he stood teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart until one bare foot rubbed up and down the walnut surface of the dresser drawers with unrestrained passion. Her half closed eyes kept glancing down to the bulging swimsuit on Bob.' God it had been so long since she'd even seen a man's prick-that long, hard throbbing rod of power that had both filled her and hurt her.
She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed thighs was inflaming Bob with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her wanton desires.
And she wanted to see him too! The thought horrified her and attracted her. She wanted to see that strong penis pulsating with the blood of his lust. She relished the idea that only the warm, wet caressing muscles of her puckered cunt could satisfy the burning passion and straining muscles of his lust.
Rachel was being torn apart by her conflicting desires, and she whipped her long, dark hair from side to side exciting Bob even more with the erotic touch of the feathery strands. Her pussy was hot and wet with desire and she ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the littered desk in a futile effort to bring herself back from the all engrossing passion. Bob's hands never ceased their teasing manipulations of her sensitive cunt, and, despairingly, she realized there was to be no escape for her. God, at last she wanted a man's cock to fuck her ... and she wanted it to come into her softly yielding cunt without hesitation. God! She wanted him, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years...! I want him ...!
Then she could feel him begin to pull down his swimming trunks. She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her desire-flooded cunt was away and was struggling to lower his swimsuit and free his cock. She tried to protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped around his determined hips, she could only stare up along the valley between her erotically pulsating breasts with tear moistened eyes.
She watched him finally manage to drop his swim trunks down around his ankles, exposing his flushed blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly in his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing toward her wantonly flaring cuntal lips, the huge sperm-swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its base. A moment later and she felt the thick rubbery tip of his swollen penis pressing forward against the nakedly parted lips of her wide-splayed vagina, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept. And she also knew as she saw the throbbing shaft of this handsome man's cock, that she had done this to him, that it was the desire for her body, the desire for her breasts, the desire for her, and she yelled it exultantly in her mind. Her cunt, had aroused him! It was her hair-surrounded cleft that he desired to sink his throbbing cock into. He wanted her as much as she wanted him....But just then her mind returned to Charles, to how she had opened her naked thighs wide to him and how he had hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried out, thrusting her hands against the dresser top and writhing to lift herself, nearly delirious with her last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me goooo!"
"Goddamnit!" Bob growled back. "It's too late to back out now, Rachel!" He finger-fucked her faster with his middle finger, which was still continuing its pasion-arousing rotation deep around in her openly spread pussy. He teased the nub of her erect clitoris and moved still closer, leaning over her to hold her flat to the desk, his mouth trying to close over hers to choke off her cry of protest.
She turned her head to avoid his face and her eyes fluttered as a cry gurgled up from low in her throat. But she couldn't make a sound. The hotel was full of people. She would be disgraced to be discovered like this. And her daughter ... if Michelle ... her daughter whom she had worked so hard to protect
... Michelle the one person who meant anything to her, were to discover her ... She was helpless, unable to act.
Insistently, Bob held his lust-incited penis with his other hand and pressed it against her with persistent concentration, guiding the throbbing head right toward her nakedly quivering vagina. But oh! That cock is so large, larger even than the two men before! How could she take that up in her belly and enjoy it? It was impossible, no matter how much she might love the man! It was too big, too much for her cunt to handle! It was so large!
Now she fought him savagely, trying to raise her legs so she could lock them together, while, at the same time, tightening her straining thighs together as hard as she could to deny entrance to the naked man trapped between.
Bob gritted his teeth and pressed against her harder, wailing, "Fuck, my darling, fuck! I need you now! I've got to have you, don't you see? Oh God, I'm so excited, I'm going to cum, and I want to be fucking in your lovely warm cunt with my cock when I do. I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, skewering her moist hot cuntal slit faster and deeper with his middle finger, using the rest of his hand to press the softly wafting curls of her vaginal lips apart so he could fuck up inside her with one final lunge of his hips.
Then Rachel was unable to stop the powerfully built man from pressing the blood-bloated head of his immense penis against the softness of her dark pubic curls as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his heavily pulsating cock deep into her unguarded belly, she could see that now ... He was no better than all the other men who'd lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the outer lips of her helplessly spread cunt together as tightly as she could, until the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief. She heaved and bucked against his urgent hardness in her effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion, almost hysterical in her terror of being brutally fucked again.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" Bob Elliot blurted heatedly. "I'm going to cum and I want to be inside you!"
"No Bob!" she screamed back, her body full of aching contradictions. "I don't want it! Not ever...!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside, there'd be no stopping him! Then Bob groaned in a low, curdling moan. "Rachel, Rachel baby, I'm cumming! Oh Jesus, I'm cumming...!"
Elliot suddenly stiffened as he stood between her legs and his hardened penis began to jump uncontrollably against her fear-locked vagina. The moaning woman could feel a great flood of hot, cream-like sperm abruptly shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as her navel, and down to the quivering folds of her still wildly struggling pussy. It's obscene heat made her think she was being inundated by a seemingly never-ending flood of liquid fire, and she was only able to stare down between her breasts in horrified fascination as his throbbing cock erupted, spewing out wave after splattering wave of his milky sperm.
At last, his testicles now drained completely, Bob Elliot staggered from between the whimpering woman's naked thighs in almost exhausted passion. He looked down at his now rapidly deflating penis as it leaked a final drop of his cum in a sticky trail across the smooth tile of her hotel room floor. Then, awkwardly trapped with his swimsuit around his ankles, he stooped to pull it back up, wiping the dripping head of his prick with the soft material. That was all Rachel could stand. She stood up and staggered over to the bed where she collapsed in shameful silence, unable to face him further.
"Well, now you see what happens when you tease a man," Bob growled, livid with his own embarrassment. "You're too much of a woman to ignore, Rachel, that's the trouble. You're just too damned much of a woman."
"You're a brute ... an animal!" she screamed. "I don't ever want to see you again!" Hot tears of shame filled her eyes and her hands clenched into two tiny fists at her sides. "I thought I sensed something loving and good in you ... But you're worse than all the rest! You ... you pretended to care about me, and then you ... Ohhhhh, I hate you!"
"You're nothing but a cock-tease." he snapped back disdainfully. "A cold-cunted prude!"
"Get out of here!" she screamed at him. "Get out of my room ... get out ... get out ... get out."
Bob Elliot's mocking laughter rang out through the room.
Fllget at that snooty little cunt of yours yet, and I'll have you begging for it ... just wait!
Alone in the empty silence of her room, Rachel was overcome with loneliness and despair. Her body still vibrated and hungered from the arousal of Bob's attempted lovemaking. And she couldn't stop thinking about the rivers of cum that had pulsated out of his giant penis. That was the trouble. She needed to be satisfied.
The aroused woman rolled over on her back and wriggled her naked buttocks on the bed, raising her legs until her knees were bent and her feet were on the coverlet. Then slowly, ever so slowly she allowed her thighs to part, opening wide the soft, cum-covered lips of her eagerly trembling cunt.
Slowly with her left hand she began to massage her firmly aching breasts, teasing her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger while they throbbed like things alive with a will of their own.
This time she shivered in lewd delight and rubbed her right hand through the pools of still warm cum on her belly and between her thighs all the while recalling Bob's giant erection. Yet his penis was too thick, and long, far too large and demanding to bring her the blissfully exciting sensations she craved. It was like a warrior's sword from which she could only experience pain and suffering.
Gradually, remembering his full-grown cock pressing against the sensitive walls of her wetly throbbing vagina, her brain began to change the image ... alter it into a new more stimulating dream whose very depravity only intensified her erotic yearnings....
As Rachel lay on her bed, her mind began to recreate the afternoon scene vividly, altering the reality into a picture far more pleasant. She imagined how she might look in bed writhing and eager to be fucked. And it was Bob who was hanging over her. A naked fully stiffened Bob. But it was a different Bob, a changed Bob, a Bob to whom she could respond.
His long thick penis was in view now, only this time she craved it inside of her ... her cunt flared wide for it....
Her stomach tingled with a series of fluttering sensations as the arousing images of this imaginary Bob making tender, romantic love filtered through her mind. Yes ... Bob was on to of her, his naked body pressing down upon hers, his breath hot upon her face while his virilely erected cock slid wetly up into the warm welcoming sleeve of her pussy....
Dreamily, Rachel allowed her mind to think of how it would feel ... and feel it she did. She glanced down at her breasts and saw her little pink nipples growing hard, jutting up like tasty cherries from the tops of white mounds of ice cream. A tender aching began up between her legs from her imaginings, in spite of knowing she had rejected him in reality just a short while ago. She moved her hand on her breasts, and the pressure of her fingers intensified the cunt-flaring throbbings down below in her pussy. Her entire body began to quiver in response.
"Ohhhh, fuck me ... Fuck me darling...." Her mental pleading reverberated through the sexually denied woman's mind just as if she were really groaning out the forbidden obscenities she had heard men taunt her with. "That's it daddy ... fuck my cunt blue with that great big hard cock of yours. Fuck me the way I should be fucked. Fuck me. Fuck me. Put ypiir lovely hard shaft into my nice warm cunt all the way. I want to feel your balls bounce on my ass as you push it all the way int me. Ohhhh I want it. I want it up inside of me...."
A wave of shame made Rachel flush a violent color, her face becoming more reddened than before. She heard what she was saying to herself and knew she was beginning to submit to the only form of sexual release she had ever been able to enjoy. She lifted her other hand and began to massage both breasts together now, slowly and rhythmically. She believed it was sinful to finger-fuck herself, but what else could she do, since she was certain she couldn't respond the way a man wanted? Alone, without the fearful presence of a penis too big and demands too rapacious, she could find some measure of satisfaction from the ever present frustrations that would well up in her loins against her will.
When she was by herself, knowing she could safely drift into a dream world of fantasy, she could allow herself to release her inhibitions and rejections ... She had done a lot of imagining since the years of her disastrous marriage, but she didn't care about that now. Now she only felt the urgency of the moment. The need to release her body of the intense arousal by the salacious dreaming of her mind's secret desires, fueled with the subtle touch of her own hand....
Slowly the aroused woman wriggled herself out of her robe completely, laying on her back with herself fully exposed. She raised her legs and bent her knees so that her feet, flat on the coverlet were nearly touching her buttocks. Then she spread her knees apart forcing her cunt to open. She blew down between the valley of her breasts and felt her own cool breath on her hot cuntal lips. The sphincter muscle in her anus began to pulsate in sympathy and forced her vagina to open and close in a sucking motion. All the while she continued to massage her firmly aching breasts, teasing their hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger while they too throbbed.
She shivered in lewd delight as she saw herself publicly exposed and imagined what the effect would be on Bob and his desire-hardened cock. That great big erection that hung out from him and would fuck deep up between her wide spread thighs. Yet his penis was so thick and long, and far too large and demanding for her to take yet. Gradually, even as she finger-fucked herself feeling the pressure of her finger as the warm hardness of Bob's penis pressing against the sensitive walls of her wetly throbbing vagina, her brain began to change the image ... alter it into a new, more stimulating dream whose very depravity only intensified her erotic yearnings.
Now, in her mind's eye, Bob's huge male cock was becoming smaller ... more slender and shorter ... until she could imagine the stiffened cock she was accepting to be about five inches long and proportionately thick around. She knew well enough that most adult males are bigger than that ... this would be more like the erection a young man would have! God! To dream of being fucked by a young man's newly hardened penis! How utterly depraved of her!
And yet, the very image of slim, young loins driving a slender young penis deep into her hungering cuntal slit excited her still more. It would be the way she could entirely give herself to her passions, for then she would no longer have to fear the arrogant massiveness of an adult, experienced man fucking her. The lewd idea of an innocent man her daughter's age fucking up into her warmly welcoming cunt with uncertain, almost timid strokes was enough to make her moan with exquisite delight. God, it was so obscene!
But what difference did it make!?! She wasn't really seducing a young man into making love to her, only fantasizing about it! That didn't hurt anybody ... and ahhh ... now he was tentatively spearing his hard lithe cock deep inside her hotly quivering vagina, experimenting in his youthful, immature zeal, and she was helping him, guiding and teaching him ... and for the first time in her life she was the conquering master instead of the helpless slave!
"Ohhhh, you little darling, you!" Rachel mewled in the privacy of her bedroom, unable to hold back a second longer. Her right hand dipped down between her wide-splayed thighs, and she gentled her finger into the moistly heated slit between her wetly waiting vaginal lips, moistening the top of it from Bob Elliot's cum spewed out on her before. Oh, and the generated passions this time were so very soft, so very sublime!
She smeared his semen salaciously around the tender, hair-lined crevice, feeling her clitoral nipple spring to rigid and quivering life. Her index finger came into electric contact with the tingling little bud, and she began to gasp with total abandonment as she felt her orgasm approaching after the first caress or two. Her hips thrashed on the bed and her buttocks began to bounce faster and faster as her hungry pussy pumped delightedly on her pistoning finger.
Her left hand squeezed her breast hard, releasing it only to squeeze harder. Her right hand rubbed faster and faster across her sensitive clitoral teat and pussy. Ohhh, it was so obscenely exciting, to be dreaming of being fucked by a young man the same age as Michelle!
Yes ... Yes ... she could see her young lover now. His taut muscular belly and loins were quivering with newly discovered sensations as he pumped excitedly up between her nakedly spread thighs ... Yes ... and now his slender, growing cock was thrusting more eagerly and with greater skill. A skill she had trained him in as his once naive mind and developing muscles learned quickly the secrets of sexual abandonment. She was wantonly instructing him step by step with all the corrupting practices other men had forced upon her but she was teaching him to add the love and care that would make her respond. And as she responded so would his great and beautiful cock until it was pistoning in her luscious cunt, warmly enveloped by the velvet walls of her pussy. She was so open to his beautiful fuck that the corn-silk hairs on his semen filled balls tickled the exposed red throat of her vagina. She was taking all of him into her.
"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me the way I've dreamed so long about ... Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck ... Fuck!!!"
The moving picture in her mind drove the naked woman heedlessly on now, and she rocked on the bed, screwing her now completely cum covered fingers deeply into her wetly clasping cunt and smearing it all around deep up inside. She could feel the young man's erection fucking madly up into her belly, sinking through her soft black pubic hair in bursts of youthful virility. And he would cum inside her pussy! Oh God! Cum! Glorious Cum! Cum with his fresh young sperm....
The older woman felt herself growing taut with impending orgasm. Her eyes tightly clenched, her hungrily questing vagina milking around her pistoning fingers as if they were her young lover's slim thrilling cock, she fingered her cunt faster and faster, waiting for him to cum ... cum ... cum....
Then she climaxed, experiencing her wildly bursting orgasm as if she were possessed by the devil! She could feel her anal sphincter fillibrating in rhythm with the push-pull of her orgasming cunt, her ass-cheeks undulating on the coverlet as surge after surge of rapturous joy rippled through her naked loins. She stifled a cry of bursting pleasure so acute as to be almost painful ... and then she slowly subsided, satiated, back down on the bed with a long, drawn out sigh of relief.
She lay there Without stirring, slowly becoming aware of the perspiration on her body, and the delightful wetness between her thighs. Sanity gradually filtered back to her mind as the images of her young lover faded away like wispy gossamers of obscene fog....
And in their place came a sense of intense mortification. She began to wonder what on earth had taken control of her rationality to make her imagine a young man naked and fucking her. God she was so ashamed! But it was silly to chastise herself for her display of indecent laxity. She couldn't go back and erase her obscene and demoralizing thoughts, and the dream had only overcome her in a vulnerable moment after her traumatic experience with Bob Elliot.
Certainly she would find a proper way to straighten out her problems and become a responsive woman and loving wife for a man someday soon. And it would be a man.
Daydreaming of a youth making sordid love to her while she fingered herself to orgasm had been undeniably arousing, but that would be as far as it would ever go. She would never actually molest a young man ... Lord, what a thoroughly degenerate idea! It would not, could not happen in real life! She would simply have to watch her thoughts more closely in the future, that's all....
Yet as the mature woman lay naked and trembling on the bed, the licentious perversions she'd imagined lingered on and teased her with desires she didn't want to admit to having and enjoying.
CHAPTER THREE
The breeze off the ocean was cool in the tropical evening as it swept up the white sandy beaches. Bob Elliot had showered, then changed into dark slacks and a blue shirt. His anger and humiliation after the scene in Rachel Thomas' room was still with him, and he had decided he needed to get away from people for a while. That was why he was out here alone on the beach. He had to get a hold of himself
... He was damn angry.
That bitch, that motherfucking little bitch of a cockteaser. Shit. I'll have my revenge, he thought. The question was how...?
He'd turned left when he reached the sand, following the path towards the old landing area. Two years ago the Hotel had completed a new boating marina much closer to the main building. Now the original boathouse was deserted, used mainly for storage. He needed to be alone and as they had cut off the power to the old place and there was no lighting he was sure that no one would be down there. And anyway this was a modern, sophisticated hotel resort for mature people. What went on behind the closed doors of the guest's rooms was no concern of the management. The old facilities were sheltered from view by some large old palms. Maybe he'd just strip naked and go for a swim....
Then later he could sit by himself and listen to the comforting sound of the water gently lapping at the side of the building. He could plan his revenge then ... in the quiet of solitude.
But Damnit! As he approached the building he saw, silhouetted against the windowpane, a couple passionately involved in an embrace. Man ... everyone was getting what they wanted but him ... My God, you couldn't get away from it ... fucking and sucking! That's what makes the world go round. And that she-bitch, God-I wish I'd just rammed it right up her ass ... she didn't know where anything was really at!
As he neared the building he felt strongly drawn to the embracing couple ... and he felt his cock begin to stir from the sight. He walked carefully and quietly to the side of the building, then stood pressed to the side of the musty old wall, pressing his back to it and turning his head just enough to see inside. And....
Holy Shit! It was Rachel's daughter Michelle and his son Tim ... necking up a storm!
The sight was amazingly erotic to him. The girl was young and blonde but the shape of her body was like that of her mother's that he'd just seen so recently. And Tim so resembled him it was like watching a video tape of himself making love. God it was giving him one hell of a hard-on. He moved closer to the window, and strained to listen to what was going on.
"Tim, don't ... please...." he heard Michelle whisper fiercely. The little bitch was every bit as uptight as her old lady, he thought.
"Oh, Michelle, Michelle, it's sooo good to kiss you ... it's so beautiful ... please don't tell me no," the young man begged.
Don't beg her Tim, Bob thought to himself, just take what you need!
Michelle pressed her hands to the boy's chest and pushed herself away. "We've got to stop Tim ... it's too ... it's too exciting ... and we can't go any further we just can't!" the girl whispered harshly.
"Oh, Michelle, please," Tim groaned, "Just let me hold you for a few minutes more ... please!"
"No Tim ... no...."
And then the handsome young man covered her lips with his to still any further protest.
"Ohhhh, Timmy! Mmmmm!" Bob heard the young girl moan.
Bob stood transfixed at the window ... he knew he should break away and leave the young couple to their privacy but he felt compelled to stay and watch. He found himself trembling nervously and he could feel his penis harden under his pants in sympathetic response to the sight of his son tightly fused with the luscious ripe body of Rachel's attractive daughter.
Michelle had her head buried in Tim Elliot's chest, her arms entwined around his neck while he held her tightly by the waist. They kissed and nuzzled and squirmed, their eager bodies pressed against each other with all the passionate abandonment of two wildly aroused adults.
Bob Elliot, watching from the window, sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his loins as he watched. That young girl would sure grow up to be one hot bitch, he thought.
Eighteen year old Michelle was uninhibitedly thrusting her hips forward into Tim's groin, pressing the full tilt of her young ripe breasts against his shirt. Like her mother's, they were firm and large, high and still pointy like a virgin's. She had her mother's thin, aquiline nose, almond-shaped green eyes and large sensual lips. Her long legs, well rounded but thinner than Rachel's, bronzed from the summer vacation, were bare beneath her cutoff blue jean shorts ... and her buttocks peeked out invitingly from beneath them. On top, her firm breasts were restrained by only a thin, tiny halter top.
. Bob Elliot was now truly erotically excited, and he could feel his cock growing even stiffer, hardening against his pants and wetting the soft material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. He was aware of his breath beginning to seethe in short heated gasps as he continued to watch, trying so hard to breathe quietly despite the pressure boiling inside him, lest he should be discovered. A father with a hard-on ... now what a lesson for the children that would be.
He looked with pride now at his son, to shift his attention from the wildly arousing young girl ... For now, anyway, he had to keep his fierce lust in check. His son was an athletic teenager, also with a golden tan from this week in sun ... He wore only a thin tie-dyed t-shirt and tight khaki pants that emphasized the beautifully etched muscles of his lithe body.
The stretch of the thin material over his developing thighs and lean, boyish buttocks was so prominent as to be almost obscene. His face, though, was somewhat different from his father's although in general appearance the resemblance ... the walk, the manner was striking. Tim's face was more like his mother's ... an exquisite woman who unfortunately had no interest in sex for pleasure. Once she'd had Tim she had refused to even consider fucking more than once every two months. A brilliant beautiful woman with something not quite right inside of her. Eventually they had had to divorce.
The boy's sandy-colored hair he noticed hung almost to his shoulders, it was longer even than Michelle's and he found a perverse sort of excitement in that fact.
The young couple continued their impassioned necking ... Bob could see the large bulge in his son's pants as his hands slid passionately over the young girl's exquisitely voluptuous body ... The sight caused Bob's blood engorged penis to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as he saw his son's hand cup the girl's full round breast in his hand and feel its hard nipple rub against his palm ... The older man was now contemplating the feel of his tightly aching cock sliding slowly up into young Michelle's small, warm vaginal crack....
My God! what pleasure ... and ... what sweet revenge! he thought.
Then suddenly Michelle pushed Tim roughly away.
"No more!" she almost screamed...."Oh Tim, I love you so much ... but ... but-"
"Oh please, Michelle...." he pleaded. "This isn't the fifties ... we're no dumb bobby soxers or something ... It's okay for people to love each other now ... what is this crap with you and your goddamn virginity anyway....
"Oh, Tim ... I ... I don't know ... I want it as much as you do ... but I-I'm scared...."
"Oh shit...." Bob heard his boy mutter...."I can't take any more of this...." And he quickly turned on his heel and left, slamming the old, creaking door behind him. Bob Elliot pressed himself harder against the boat house wall so as not to be discovered as a peeping Tom by his own son.
Inside the building, Michelle slumped down to the floor and began to sob. Her heart felt like it was going to break ... She had never experienced such pain in her young life. Tim didn't love her ... he had just walked out on her ... maybe forever ... maybe she'd never see him again ... maybe he'd just go to the dance and go with one of those frustrated single ladies and just have himself a fine old time.
Oh God! What should she do. Her mother told her over and over again ... don't trust a man ... and don't give in until you're married. She knew how her father had gotten her mother pregnant, then married and deserted her ... she didn't want the heartbreak of that for herself.
But God! She didn't want to lose Tim! In the short time she had known him she had come to love him so much. And her young body ached to have him ... she ached to feel his hard cock there she'd thought it out aloud, inside of her ... he'd be so gentle, and move it so slowly and easily and, oh God ... there was that wild feeling between her legs again....
She dropped her hand lightly between her legs and gently began to rub the aroused little nipple of her clitoris she closed her eyes and thought of the hard bulge she had just felt in Tim's jeans ... and....
Suddenly there was a squeak and she was the old wooden door being pushed open. Sitting up quickly she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to dry the last tears from her eyes with the back of her palm....
"Who-who's there?" she asked.
"Oh, hi Michelle...." Bob Elliot smiled and tried to talk in a nonchalant way...." I didn't think anyone was here ... I wanted to be alone and do some thinking ... I guess you had the same idea. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
"Oh that's okay," the girl smiled sweetly at him. If only she could confide in someone or get some advice. It was a new age and everyone said the old taboos didn't mean anything any more. But if she asked her mother she knew she'd get the same old answer. Don't ever give in to a man. But look how unhappy her mother was! God she needed to talk to someone.
"Well, then," said Bob, "Do you mind if I keep you company for a few minutes."
"Uh hu," she said, "not at all." Of course, she could confide in Bob Elliot. He was a parent and he looked like he'd be so sweet and understanding.
"As a matter-of-fact," the young girl continued, "I could sure use some help."
"Well, of course, my dear," Bob said, walking toward her and seating himself beside her on the floor. He felt his eyes immediately drawn to her invitingly high, taut young breast, which were heaving beneath her thin blouse, and her slender curving buttocks showing just beneath the legs of her cutoff jeans. "Now, why don't you tell me what's the matter?"
Then Michelle found herself somewhat afraid. She stared helplessly at her boyfriend's father, wondering how to put her problems into words, or if she should at all. It was one thing to think she should confide in him, and another to actuually do it now. She watched Mr. Elliot in his ruggedly masculine shirt and well fitting pants. She noticed how beautiful his build was beneath his clothes and a shiver of apprehension combined with excitement passed through her flesh.
"Well...?" he urged. "You're notin trouble are you? I mean, my son hasn't...?
"No ... No...." and then she broke down sobbing...."I just don't know what to do ... I just don't understand anything anymore about ... about...." she halted not knowing how to continue.
"About what, Michelle," Bob Elliot prompted the young girl.
"About ... sex!" The last word came out unexpectedly in a hushed, excited tone. "Sex, you know?"
"Yes, I know," the elder Elliot said, feeling a curious rush of power and excitement. "I'm not too old yet to have lost interest in the question myself, or remember what it was like when I was your age. Everybody has sex lives Michelle, and there is no use trying to hide the fact or pretending it doesn't exist out of some mistaken belief that sex is dirty or shameful ... is that why you're so upset, Michelle? Did your mother teach you it was wrong?"
Michelle said nothing but nodded her head strongly up and down. He put his arm comfortingly around her.
"Sex is not wrong." he said gently, but firmly. "It is the most beautiful thing that can happen between two people. If it feels good, it is never wrong."
Jesus, this is wildly exciting, he thought. The firm pressure of the warm young girl's firm, supple body resting in the curve of his arm was incredibly arousing. He gazed at the innocent girl with great affection now ... no, he wouldn't do it for revenge ... the hell with Rachel. For with this young girl it would be pleasure, he thought, a pure sweet pleasure.
He was sensitively aware of her proud, young breast barely restrained in the tiny halter top, and her legs so slender and smooth as they curved into her inner thighs and firm buttocks. God, he could almost feel her tight little hymen throbbing fearfully against the head of his cock! He hadn't fucked a virgin in years, and the thought of its newness fed his already rampantly smoldering desires. By God, the teenage girl would be more of a conquest than her mother!
His aching cock strained against his pants as he gazed with increasing fervency at the nubile girl, his mind devilishly churning with lascivious thoughts as to how to bring her under control and body. Then he felt her pressing her face tightly against his shirt as she cried softly into the material. "I'm so miserable, Mr. Elliot!" she sobbed in a muffled voice. "I don't know what to do!"
"Don't do anything rash, that's my first advice," the older man said in a very soothing, persuasive voice. "What you should try to do is take a broader look at things, to see everything is perspective."
"How do you mean?" Michelle sniffed, wiping her eyes.
"Well, for example, perhaps the issue is a bit more complex than just having to do with your mother's teachings. Maybe you just weren't ready for Tim, didn't really want him ... and he was unable to prepare you properly. A girl's first time is very important. I'm just suggesting you consider this. Now, let's look at where you mother's ideas come from. She's been without a man for a long time, during which the world has really changed a lot ... perhaps her view is a bit unrealistic." Bob Elliot patted the anguished girl's shoulder and continued....
"She's of her generation, you know ... of course, she and I are of the same age, but I guess I've just evolved differently. I believe the way you young kids do, that this is the age of freedom, and what's the use of being free in your thoughts if you can't put them into action....
His talk was unnerving the virginal eighteen-year-old girl. So many feelings were coursing through her ... confusion, desire ... she was feeling a lot better though ... feeling open to new suggestions and new directions.
"Hey," Bob said suddenly, as something gleaming caught the corner of his eye. This was too good to be true, he mused. He gently removed his arm and got up from beside the girl, walking over to the corner where the last sunlight of the evening was reflecting off of a bottle ... Holy shit, he thought as he picked up what turned out to be a still half-full bottle of courvoisier. What luck ... probably the spoils of another vacation week seduction he thought. Cognac ... wow, lady luck was with him tonight.
"Here," he said, walking toward her...."The angels left a little of their nectar for us." He took a swig of the smooth liquor and passed the bottle to her. "Have a sip or two to relax you," he suggested.
Michelle took a sip of the potent alcohol, watching as the older man sat down beside her again. Oooooh, the liquor was warming her insides as it went down making her feel relaxed, really good in fact ... kind of warm and ... well, sensual ... and she gave some thoughts to his advice. She'd seen that her mother's Victorian ethics had not brought her happiness, yet she didn't know if she could quite trust what Mr. Elliot was saying either ... Lord, she didn't know what to think or do. She put the bottle down on the boathouse floor.
"I better not have any more, Mr. Elliot, it feels sort of ... warm in my stomach."
"That's the way it's supposed to feel. Now, you pay attention to me and have another swallow or two."
The moon came out from behind a cloud and flooded the boathouse with a warm and vibrant light. The young girl and the older man sat silhoutted in the moon glow increasingly aware of the magnetic pull of each others bodies. Then the mood vanished behind a cloud and they were plunged into darkness. Michelle reached again for the bottle and felt the smooth cognac coursing down her throat. She felt her boyfriend's father sitting down beside her on the floor, and she turned her head to smile at him, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch the last drops of the courvoisier.
"Feeling better now?" he asked, gently rubbing her supple shoulder.
"Yes a little," she confessed.
He laughed lightly. "Good. Old Man Elliot is seldom wrong, young lady."
Heartened by the alcohol, she snuggled closer to the older man with a sense of relief washing warmly over her. Being so close to Mr. Elliot in the darkness gave her a certain, strange excitement as if there were something magical in his powerful masculine presence. He was so much like his son, she thought; so attractive and capable....
But wow, she thought for a minute ... it's getting late and their absence would be noticed ... and then, oh hell! she thought ... feeling warm and tingly all over....
Bob Elliot squeezed the impressionable girl closer to his muscular chest which was naked beneath his shirt. Michelle shuddered responsively from his touch, an aching hunger which had begun but not been satisfied when she had been necking with Tim was now returning to her belly, spreading upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. The older man dropped his hand still lower and gently teased one breast through the cloth of her halter. The teenager groaned, wriggling uncertainly, but it only seemed to make matters worse, and she could feel his fingers softly working their way under the thin material of her top, and cupping her full firm breast, naked beneath the cloth, in his palm, she could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now and twisted against the floor again and again, attempting to extinguish the fire that was mercilessly flaming against her will in between her thighs. She had to get a grip on herself!
"Mr. Elliot! she mewled almost hysterically. "Don't, don't do that to me! It ... it's wrong! What about Tim ... and ... my mother?"
"Just enjoy the feelings, my lovely sweet thing ... Please, darling ... don't let bad thoughts cloud your pretty head," the older man soothed.
Michelle squirmed harder on the floor, feeling the crotch of her pants press into her clitoris and making her cuntal crevice damp. Her thin panties were soaked with the heated moisture of vaginal excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together again to hold down the unwanted fermentations that were ceaselessly building there. The virginal young girl swallowed drily, knowing dimly that she was on dangerous ground and wasn't sure what she should do about it. She didn't want to make a scene-not after Mr. Elliot had been so understanding-but wow! This was weird ... necking with her boyfriend's father!
But he was really exciting her ... the handsome man's closeness, his hand on her breast the way it was now ... Ohhhh ... she squirmed against him. The crotch band of her nylon panties was pulled tight into the split of her buttocks rubbing against her hotly tingling vagina and its sensitive little lips. She felt an erotic throbbing start to pulse in the hardening bud of her clitoris, and the trembling young girl gritted her teeth together in a vain attempt to hold back the forbidden delights throbbing stronger and stronger up between her legs.
"I can't teach you about love, my angel," Bob Elliot murmured enticingly in her ear. "I can make you happy...."
"N-no, I ... I'm afraid!" Michelle moaned, squirming away from his breast caressing finger. "It's not right! Please! I ... I don't think you should be doing this to me!"
"Now, now ... you know deep inside that it's right...."
"Oh Lord, I don't! I don't!" she groaned beseechingly but in the depths of her soul she realized that she was responding to the gentle, yet firmly kneading hand on her rounded breasts. Dear God! She was becoming aroused, and by her boyfriend's father at that! For a moment, she considered-why not? It's so gooooood. So really, really ... wonderful.
The old boathouse was warm and the lulling effects of the Courvoisier were encouraging responses in her budding young body which had been already so aroused by an afternoon of necking with Timmy. God! She couldn't resist the building fire in her wetly swelling pussy when Bob Elliot released the tie and her halter top fell open. Her full, slightly quivering breasts were free now, their nipples hard against his hand as he worked his finger over each of them, back and forth, tickling her nipples into hardened cones of delight and bringing lightning stabs of pleasure shooting through her belly.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Elliot, we can't! We mustn't!"
The older man leaned forward and licked at the taut tip of her left nipple. She nearly flooded her panties in excitement. The lascivious thrill of feeling his rough wet tongue on her breast made her open and close her thighs rapidly. He shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't right, but it felt so good. Michelle tried to grab his hair and drag him away from her breast. The older man took her by surprise and kissed her lightly in the ear and continued titillating her exposed body, grinding his pelvis tightly against hers as he pulled her to him. Then he slid his other hand down around the soft roundness of her trembling buttocks, her body stiffening in panicked reaction to his further intimacy.
"Oh no, please don't do this to me!" the virginal young woman pleaded, her green eyes once again filling with tears of anguish.
Bob Elliot lowered his head and engulfed her tender lips with his, and his tongue darted out to slip between her teeth. An uncontrollable tremor of excitement surged through her, her mouth opening to his, her youthful being relaxing against his full-grown body. The man held her close, his big hands hot and moving as they pressed against the spheres of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, forcing her ripe little body to his now bulging loins, causing her vaginal mound to grind against his huge swelling cock.
"Stop, Mr. Elliot!" Michelle stammered. "Oh no ... no ... no...!" she tried to squirm from his grip. "I've never done it before!"
"Always a first time, Michelle," the lusting analyst breathed as he closed in again, his hand returning to. her waist as he drew her to him with powerful strength.
"Now I'll show you what real pleasure is."
"No, no, no...." Michelle whimpered convulsively as he began kissing her again. His lips and fingers were enveloping her nubile young body and making it come alive with vivid sensations ... far more erotic sensations that Tim had ever managed to produce in his inexperienced fumblings! She gasped from the craven desires which were rapidly overtaking her sensibilities, shivering as the older man's hand traveled teasingly over her entire frame, touch her nakedly exposed breasts, her stomach beneath the tight shorts ... the zipper was opening and she felt her shorts being slid smoothly down her legs and off ... then his hand went to the soft, silken material of her panties....
"Oh Mr. Elliot! ... Oh, Mr. Elliot, don't! Ohhhh...." she moaned. His fingers slipped up inside the narrow legband, and she squealed from his lasciviously delightful touch.
The older man, unheeding her final, weakened pleas, began using his fingers to stroke her wetly heated vaginal slit bringing moan after moan of lewd delight from the young girl's throat. Involuntarily she raised her hips, rotating her sex-innocent ass-cheeks in helpful deliberation, spreading her legs so he could caress her virginal pussy flesh at will. She could feel the rough floor pushing against the back of her knees as she arched up towards Mr. Elliot. Her arms were wrapped around her teacher's neck, and she whimpered into his mouth while slowly, surely, he insinuated his outstretched finger into the moist folds of her tight little cunt.
Oh ... God ... this ... this is, is wrong ... all wrong!
But she was caught in the whirlwind of her newly discovered passions and Michelle could only groan and lurch against the teasing manipulations of Tim's father as he stroked her excitedly, quivering pussy. Bob Elliot parted the moistly fevered lips of her cunt and teased the soft surrounding pubic hair as he made sudden, ecstatic contact with her clitoris. Michelle sensed her own deep wetness from her unwanted arousal and the electrifying shock of his caresses. And then he was skipping her moistly stained panties down over her naked young thighs and buttocks. Then the last barrier between them, keeping him from her pulsating loins, was down. The warm air from the ocean flowed upon the golden curls of her now exposed cunt and triggered the last' defiant rejection of her boyfriend's father. "Stop it! Stop it!" she suddenly cried out, thrusting her hands against his heavy chest, as she writhed against him in an attempt to free herself. "Oh, for God's Mr. Elliot, let me up!"
"Goddamn it!" Elliot pressed tighter, refusing to remove his middle finger and continuing the teasing fingerfucking of her virginal young slit.
"It's too late to stop now, little girl! I've tried to be patient with you, to make it nice and enjoyable, but to have both mother and daughter reject me in a single evening is too damned much to take! I'm going to fuck you, child. One way or another, I'm going to fuck you.
Michelle was horrified and attracted by the coarse hard passion of Tim's father. He leered down at her hotly, his eyes flashing with the uncontainable lust of his frustrated sexual frenzy. And despite herself the young girl felt herself responding, her hips once more grinding shamelessly up in response to Mr. Elliot's finger softly stroking her tormented vagina. Her loins reacted uncontrollably to his maddening caresses of her cunt, her buttocks undulating in a lewd and uncontrollable cadence with his stroking fingers against her sensitively vibrating clitoris and hungry wet pussy. Tightening her ass cheeks she thrust her tender loins towards the heavy masculine hand that was rubbing her cunt. She knew she must stop. What would her mother think if she saw her now, nude, writhing against the finger of a man old enough to be her father.
The lecherous father smiled triumphantly to himself and moved his mature body farther over the girl on the floor. He kissed her hotly, his giant tongue slipping deeply inside her mouth as his hand continued to caress her now wide-open thighs. Michelle moaned beneath him fighting vainly to maintain control of her young body as the electrifying sensations of his massaging fingers seethed through her tender flesh. But her body had a mind of its own, and her virginal cunt arched upward to meet more of his lewdly inserted finger, involuntarily spreading her legs and tightening her belly muscles, her eyes mercifully closed tightly to her shameless actions.
Then the weight of his hand was no longer on her body. A small moan of disappointment escaped her as her hungry pussy stabbed blindly into the air searching for its pleasure. Then she opened her eyes to see what was going on. Mr. Elliot was standing over her, leering down at her nude body, her writhing thighs. When he saw that she was looking at him he slowly took off his shirt, folded it neatly and put it down near her. Then with great care he unzipped his pants. She felt her eyes recoil in sheer astonishment as they locked fearfully on his prick. It was as thick as her wrist, long and throbbing, rising up in crimson hardness like a jerking tower! Slowly Mr. Elliot removed his trousers and she watched his sperm heavy testicles bob up and down.
Then, as he stood above her she saw him take his hand and begin to stroke the exposed shaft of his visibly throbbing penis back and forth. Wow! Never had Michelle seen a full-grown erection in her life ... and the size of this was beyond her comprehension! No woman could possibly take all of it up inside her belly, much less an inexperienced girl such as herself. It would rip her insides open like a gaffed fish! She couldn't stop staring at Bob Elliot's huge thick-veined cock though, and then at the sight of her own vulnerably naked body on the floor beneath it.
"Now, are you ready?" He pressed his cock lasciviously towards her, lewdly displaying its thickness. "Doesn't my prick make your mouth water?" He reached down then, grasping the loose collar of foreskin at its neck and tugged back on it until the purplish head stood out sleek and naked, pulsing before her lust-glazed eyes.
Michelle's eyes were drawn to and magnetically locked on Mr. Elliot's massive, swollen cock. It stood out menacingly from his loins like some medieval instrument of torture. It throbbed between his legs and again she felt a tremor of fear rising up with her passion.
"God, Mr. Elliot ... I-I don't think it will fit!" she whimpered fearfully as he pushed her back on the floor, her body resting on his folded clothes. Then he was crawling up over her, positioning himself, holding his muscled body up with strong arms and pinning down her shoulders beneath him. He captured one of her lust hardened nipples and drew its pulsing hardness into his mouth, bruising it painfully with his teeth and causing her to wince in agony as her tiny hips jerked beneath him. She groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of pain knifed through her sensitive breast. It was a twin-edge sword of pain that sent an exquisite spasm of masochistic delight through her creaming cunt flesh.
"This is one piece of ass I'm really going to enjoy Michelle, baby!" he hissed down at her.
"After I get this big cock of mine up that pretty little cherry pussy of yours, you're going to yell yer head off for me to fuck, fuck, fuck you." He was wild with excitement now. "I'm going to fuck you, my baby, fuck you with my big hard cock right up that hot slippery little cunt of yours ... Oooh, yeah!"
Michelle hardly heard his obscene words, her mind too occupied with thoughts about what was happening to her. Yet, even as she was preoccupied in her mind with fear and worry and guilt, overpowering waves of desire began to surge through her. She rose automatically to meet his naked body as the older man dropped on top of her, the hardness of his heatedly pulsing penis gouging the sensitive flesh of her belly, his huge hands once more grasping her tender young breast. Michelle whined from the combination of passion and pain, and then their lips closed upon one another, their tongues twisting and stabbing deep into each other's respective mouths.
"You're going to beg for me to pop your cherry," Mr. Elliot promised the trembling young girl. "You're going to cry to be fucked when I'm finished, believe you me!"
He moved down her responsively undulating body with wild licking strokes of his tongue until his head was just above her spread thighs.
"What are you going to do to me Mr. Elliot?" Michelle asked with naive fearfulness.
He answered with action, as the palms of his hands reached for the inner flesh of her thighs and spread them apart. She raised her head as the older man gazed down with a wild hunger at her hotly throbbing pussy. Michelle whimpered like a hurt wooly animal. She, too, could see how her aroused young body was betraying her, for down there between her obscenely spread legs, her coral cuntal flesh was tinged with tiny, glistening droplets of desire, and her wet petal-like vaginal lips almost cried out to the leering face of the lust-inflamed man. She watched petrified as slowly, deliberately Mr. Elliot spread her private vaginal flesh with his thumbs and dropped his lips to kiss the area.
"Oooooh, Mr. Elliot, nooooo!" She cried out in answer to his lust-incited act. Her mind was full of shock as she looked down at her boyfriend's father who was actually kissing her cunt. She had heard of such things, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought this would happen to her! "Stop, Mr.
Elliot! Oh, God! Please stop!"
But the only response from the naked man was to snake his teasing tongue deeper against her defenselessly squirming cuntal flesh. Michelle lurched against the bestial outrage, her stomach churning in horror and humiliation as his lapping tongue slithered around her open pussy lips. She begged in her shame for him to cease his degenerate assault, yet he only labored faster, his mouth and tongue making wet, obscene licking sounds which filled the darkened boathouse with lewd echoes of abandoned sex.
And then again, to her horror, she could feel herself surrendering to the delicious sensations that were unwantedly pervading her body. His hands moved back up to her warmly tingling breasts and clenched them harshly, the apex of his actions designed to collapse her virginal pride and morals. She tried to avert her eyes from his wildly moving head and grasping hands, but she only continued to stare as he sucked slavishly at her unspoiled cunt, desperately trying to keep the blissful feelings from conquering every vein, muscle and cord of her powerless flesh.
But the erotic sensations this experienced older man was causing were too strong for the inexperienced girl. She could feel hot tendrils of overwhelming passion licking upwards from the length of her sensitive vaginal slit, swirling in her lower belly and pressuring their way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping pussy into the crevice of her erotically pumping buttocks. She couldn't believe it ... but it was happening to her! Involuntarily, she ground her naked hips up off the makeshift bed of clothes, hearing herself emit strange, animal-like purrings from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Bob Elliot felt the tantalizing pubic hair of his son's girlfriend brush against his cheeks as he fed hungrily on her pussy. He could not help but gloat as he plunged his tongue over and over into the sweet little opening of her cuntal mouth and heard her cry aloud. His nose was mashed against her quivering clitoris, and he eagerly inhaled the warm perfume of her most-secret flesh. The delicate, fresh piquancy of her untouched cunt incited his penis until he was afraid he was going to cum that very second!
Michelle reached despairingly for him, her hands fighting to rid herself of the lewdly invading tongue sunk so deep up inside her excited little vagina. Then suddenly they dropped their futile battle and tangled themselves wildly in his hair and pulled his mouth still tighter against her squirming pussy. She sighed from the searing delight which rose from the liquid depths of her vagina, her eagerly yearning pussy dilating with total submission to the older man's oral rape.
She was his now! He relished the fact that this tender young morsel of a teenager was his to play with, delight in ... and fuck wildly....
"Ohhhhh, my little one ... now I will make love to you ... and it will be the most exquisite pleasure you have ever known!"
The older man looked down at the fresh young girl beneath him and felt the blood pounding wildly in his engorged cock. Now he was to have her. Now he could satisfy the demands of his iron-like rod, but first he had to show her who was in control.
"Alright Michelle, it's time for you to do a little something for yourself," he panted above, her. "So take my big fat prick in your hand and then guide it into your cunt!" he ordered, his lustful eyes glowering at her in iniquitous victory.
"Ooooooh, Mr. Elliot ... N-No! ... God it's too big!" she moaned as she was flooded with a new sense of degradation, her body quivering visibly in fearful shame. But her need was greater!
Even as she refused to do his bidding, her tiny hand slid down between his hairy legs, reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awesome cock ... but it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her head began to shake negatively from side to side as a new flood of tears began to flow down her cheeks.
It's so impossibly big ... absolutely huge! It'll tear me down there! ... I've never had anything like it in there before!
"Do it, God damn it!" roared the lust engorged man.
Once again, the pretty young girl groaned, but it was a moan of submission. Her hand went out, attempting to encircle his massive penis. Her slender fingers, she discovered wouldn't even encircle its girth, and a sudden expression of real fear and doubt contorted her lovely face. She knew, by the feel of it, that it couldn't possibly fit into her little vagina. It'll kill me!
"Quit stalling and put it in!" Bob Elliot snapped commandingly, beginning to lower his hips, while Michelle, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her small hand trembled on his thickened cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her tender cunt, using the heavy, blood-engorged glans to part the soft blonde pubic curls and the quivering lips of her virginal pussy. Her brain whirled in a mixture of terror ... and wild anticipation!
A shudder of wicked delight passed through her lithe young body at the first electrifying contact of the smooth, naked head of the cock she held against the moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath, not daring to move, as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of shame still flowed unchecked down her cheeks ... Then, the moment she had been dreading ... her breath caught as the man flexed his hips forward slightly, causing her a sharp pain as the head of his big cock began to worm itself into the tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could feel the throbbing warmth of it too ... but the pain! ... Oh God! He's going to hurt me!
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!" she gasped as he ground his hips a little harder between her legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the bulbous head of his prick forced its way into the tight unused opening, brutally stretching the tissue of her hymen until it broke painfully before it, and she was certain that her pussy would be irreparably torn apart from the almost unbelievable pressure!
"Oh God ... Mr. Elliot ... You're hurting me! Please!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth wide open, almost screaming up into his face. But his lewdly sadistic grin told her that she was just wasting her breath begging him to stop. He wasn't about to stop now! "I don't think I can take any more of it!" she stammered as the pain overwhelmed her. "It's too big!"
"Just take your time, kitten," Mr. Elliot encouraged her. "You'll get used to it!"
Gradually, by relaxing her cuntal muscles, she began to feel a lessening of the pain.
"How is it now, Michelle?" he asked.
"It hurts, but not as bad!" .
"Do you want me to stop?"
Stop? Now? When it's too late anyway? We might as well finish up what we've started! Biting her lower lip against the pain, Michelle shook her head in an emphatic "NO," then, "Ooohhh ... God...!" she wailed as Mr. Elliot again pressed his huge cock into her softly pulsating cunt, inch by torturing inch.
Suddenly, she became aware that he couldn't maintain his slow-paced entry of her body much Monger, that he would soon completely disregard any vestige of concern he might have held for her own discomfort as he fought for his own desperate release!
With a glance down at her widely splayed loins, he thrust, suddenly, with unbelievable force, sending his long, swollen penis soaring up into her cringing pussy with the power of a battering ram.
"AAuuuugghh!" Michelle screamed as his thick, lust-bloated prick's head rammed recklessly into her body, stretching the once virginal walls of her lust moistened vagina before it, until she felt the heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles smacking noisily against the white upturned cheeks of her smooth rounded ass.
"Ooooh ... My God, that h-hurts," she wailed in agony beneath him.
She lay petrified and immobile ... not daring to move a single muscle for fear of tearing herself further. Mr. Elliot's cock had more than filled her pussy, and the tender walls felt raw and bruised from his entry of her. She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay in pronounced relief inside her tortured belly.
For a long, fearful moment, Mr. Elliot lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath rasping in his throat ... then, he flexed the shaft of his cock, making it swell deeply in the confines of her sheathing silkiness.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she vociferously groaned, and he flexed again, and again, and again, each time extracting a moan of protest from her fevered, blood-drained lips! Then, very slowly, her painfully throbbing vagina began to accustom itself to the mammoth invader that had stretched it to capacity. Her whimpers of pain grew less ardent as pain became mere discomfort. Gradually, the pain ceased altogether and began to be replaced by the tiny twitterings of unmistakable delight.
Sensing her beginning acceptance of his cock, Bob began to rotate his buttocks in a new tensing, grinding motion as he sought to bury every possible fraction of an inch of his member into her already stuffed pussy. With increasing vigor, Michelle responded to the fucking she was receiving.
Bob Elliot leered down at her his face twisted by passion and lust. "Now, my sweet innocent young girl, you can beg me for it!"
Michelle stared at him, dumbfounded. Even as her eyes glazed over in ecstasy from the screwing he was throwing to her with such inordinate power, she looked up at him for mercy, a sign of tenderness ... she didn't want to be humiliated, but she realized she did want, plain and simply to be fucked by this handsome man. "OOOhh, Mr. Elliot, please don't make me say it ... I don't understand why...."
"Beg, beg for it. If you want a fucking, let's hear the words!"
The thrills that had begun to course again through her body from her pubic area rendered further protest impossible.
"Oh, yessss! Fuck me, FUCK ME!!" she spewed through passion clenched teeth. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Mr. Elliot ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"
Mr. Elliot could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place in his son's girlfriend. Not only was she no longer resisting, she was actually beginning to fuck back. A thrill of consumate desire rippled through his muscular body as he bore down into her, using short, deliberately spiking strokes that sent only about half of his length into her, and her aroused vagina began to cling to it sweetly, trying to worm itself further around its unbelievable girth..
There was no fight left in her now. All she could do was surrender herself to the obscene thrills that tormented her body ... and her mind. Little tremors of obscene excitement tingled along her spine as she felt the fluid rhythm of Mr. Elliot's cock thrusting ever deeper into her moistly pulsating pussy, the bulk of her frenzied sensations centering there. Her whole body felt like one big cunt, begging to be fucked.
As Bob Elliot began, cautiously, to increase the tempo and depth of his strokes into her, Michelle felt her entire body responding to him, and she writhed and squirmed beneath his weight, her trim hips grinding up to receive his full length. He sought her mouth, captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance coming, unceasingly now, from deep in her throat. She was ready to endure anything he might want to do with her ... or to her, and she began to raise her feverishly sucking pussy up to him in countering rhythm to his every thrust. She started rotating her hips now, wild with the feeling of his penis in her ... then faster and faster, grinding and twisting her naked young buttocks against the older man's thickly pistoning penis as if she were glued to it.
"That's it! Fuck back! Fuck back, baby!" Mr. Elliot groaned through his exitedly pursed lips.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Michelle chanted over and over again as she bucked beneath his command, the excited sounds her mouth was making lost in the sound of their fucking. The older man was fucking her with ass-flattening strokes now, as her passion welled up stronger and stronger.
"Oh! Ohhhh ... ooohhh!"
The older man moved more rapidly now inside the young woman's wetly clasping, hungry pussy. The girl's face was now changed by passion, her lips opening and closing, her breath quickened along with her pulse, his thrusting cock causing electrified tingles that were forever widening ... she writhed beneath her boy friend's father, unwilling and unable to stop him now, as erotic desire radiated faster and faster through her readily accepting young vagina.
God! She was loving it ... loving the thrust of Mr. Elliot's long hard cock deep inside her feverishly throbbing cunt! God, yes! Yes, this was it! Somehow, she'd never thought she'd get fucked like this, and only a few hours ago she'd denied Tim the pleasure of feeling her titties! Now she was making it with his father! Wow! And it was wonderful!
Michelle panted more erratically now, hearing the man breathing harshly as he thrust increasingly hard into her grasping pussy. His penis was a huge unrelenting miracle raging up inside her belly, making her tingle from the tips of her naked breasts to the sweat-and-saliva-streaked crevice of her buttocks! It was a dream ... and a wonderfully delicious fantasy ... and it was so beautiful, so gooooddd ...!
"You're starting to love it now, little one," Bob whispered, his voice breaking mid-sentence from passion...."You like cock-fucking in your hot young pussy, don't you?"
"Yes!" came the delirious reply. "Phew, oh, yess!"
"Then tell me what you want, Michelle!" the older man demanded, "Call out what your little cunt wants the most!"
"Your prick! Your prick! Your big beautiful prick deep, deep inside my hot little pussy, Mr. Elliot! Oh, fuck it, Mr. Elliot, fuck it goooddd!"
....The sounds of their deeply straining groans and occasional squeals of obscene pleading filled the warm musty air of the dark boathouse as the two nakedly-joined lovers struggled heatedly together. Michelle's flesh matched the mature man's pounding lunges with tempestuous thrashings, for she was one with the man now. Both of them were so engrossed in their pleasure that they were not aware that someone was spying on them!
It was Tim Elliot who was watching them, watching his own father fucking his girlfriend. At first he'd been angry, his girl, his virgin girl, who had not let him touch her breasts, lay completely naked, on her back with her legs upraised high and encircling the waist of his father! He felt mortally hurt, and yet at the same time the strangest thing began to happen. His cock was swelling quickly and strongly as he watched the wild couple fucking. All his self-control began to melt away as he began to subconsciously identify with his own father and could sympathetically respond to each powerful thrust of his father's huge cock, which made his own throb more strongly....
It was almost as if in his shock and torment, it was his hardened penis being driven into her vagina.
His father was fucking more fiercely than ever between Michelle's wide splayed legs now, his lips once more fastening on her pulsating nipple. And as Tim watched his father make love to his girlfriend, his immature mind began to lose its control over his inexperienced body. A dim voice somewhere in the back of his head tried to warn him to flee, to run, to break up that shocking carnal display before his eyes, to do anything to put a stop to it! But he couldn't-and wouldn't. He was shocked-stunned and yet wildly excited. His left hand slid down to the hardened excitement between his legs and began to rub back and forth through the soft material of his faded jeans. Man it was crazy! This all couldn't be happening! ... his own Dad fucking the livin' brains out of his girlfriend!
Their moaning was almost incoherent now as his father and the young girl thrashed nakedly on the floor in wild abandonment. A tremor of lustful excitement rippled through Tim as he opened his fly and closed his hand tightly around the shaft of his turgid penis. The bulbous head was hard and rubbery, throbbing with intensity at the top of his pulsating reddish rod. He could feel his lust hardened cock twitching and growing between his stroking fingers, and he rubbed up and down its slippery length.
Suddenly he heard his father's voice cry, "I ... I'm there ... I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cummmm!"
"Ohhh. Aaaaggghhh," he heard his girlfriend moan deliriously.
"Cum ... with ... me ... Aaarrrrggghhh!" Tim's father cried as the young girl arched and bucked up against him.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted rhythmically....
"Uuuuuummmmmaaaahhh!"
The couple was caught up in the frenzy of their orgasms and Tim outside watching began to twist and writhe with body shattering spasms, as his pounding penis began to jerk between his fingers which were still gliding over its lust heated surface. His eyes closed in supreme pleasure as he gave himself over completely to the demands of his body and he could feel the familiar rumble deep in his balls. Then suddenly the spurt of white semen erupted from his spasming cock as he continued to pump and squeeze every last drop from his own cock.
When he was finished he quickly closed the zipper of his pants and backed away from the window, one step, two, his eyes still staring at the obscenely naked couple on the boathouse floor, seeing his father collapse with a long sigh onto Michelle's nakedly writhing body in the aftermath of their release. Then Tim turned and fled quickly towards the ocean.
Where could he go? What could he do now! He couldn't go back and confront them and he couldn't go back to the hotel. Not to be surrounded by all those people, not after what had just happened. The memory of his own behavior at the scene brought a tremor of panic to his stomach. Everything was wildly out of control ... It was as if his whole universe had collapsed around him and everything he knew was wrong! He must have been sick to respond in such a sordid way! Well, he had a little money ... He could run away! He had ten bucks in his wallet ... He could take off somewhere with that. He reached into his pocket ... It was empty!
Holy Shit! he thought. I must have dropped it back there. Oh God! Man, he wouldn't go back there right now if it was a hundred dollars! Christ, he felt trapped.
He had to do something! The police? Shit in his shocked condition he'd probably blab everything, including his own jacking off. And then the publicity ... wow, all the kids at school would know and they'd snicker and make cruel, obscene jokes. And Michelle's life would probably be ruined ... What could he do? Who could help him....
Perhaps Mrs. Thomas? No, she was too uptight. Well, maybe not. She'd understand if anyone would ... she'd be good and angry too about her daughter getting her cherry fucked out by his father and maybe they could cook up some, way to get back at them ... Yes ... Rachel Thomas was his only answer, his single hope, and he prayed it would work. Maybe he could even borrow enough money to live on his own for a while, until he got his emotions sorted out and could live with the fact of his father's lecher ... Oh, God, why did he have to find his father with his girlfriend? Nothing would ever be the same ever again ... But God! Maybe he shouldn't tell her at all. Maybe she'd faint or have a heart attack or go mad or something.
Tim Elliot had been thinking all of these wildly jumbled thoughts while he'd been wandering aimlessly by the water's edge. The sound of the waves breaking on the shore drew his attention away from his crazed thoughts. He looked out at the calm Pacific and made up his mind. Quickly he slipped out of his clothes, it was a warm, balmy summer evening and a nice swim in the ocean would clear his head. He ran into the water, then suddenly gave a yell and dove in. The cool water felt so good on his naked young flesh and he swam for what must have been a half hour in the pale white light of the moon, his troubles seeming to wash off him with each strong stroke.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rachel Thomas had not been worried about Michelle not being at dinner that evening. The girl was always on a diet and it wasn't unusual for her to skip a meal. Actually, she was too wrapped up in her own problems to really give much thought to it ... She still felt sick inside from her near rape of this afternoon. And to be honest, the crazy realization that her sexual fantasies centered around young men.
After dinner that evening she had purchased a bottle of scotch and decided to go down to the beach alone and try to come to grips with herself. She'd only been there a few minutes when she noticed a lone figure swimming out near the horizon. She didn't pay too much attention, instead she settled herself comfortably on the sand and decided to try and think her desires through. But first she needed a drink. Not that she often drank, but this time was an exception, she really needed something to relax her.
After a time she became aware that the swimmer was no longer out near the horizon. That he was swimming toward shore, then standing, walking to the beach.
It was Tim Elliot ... naked ... Oh God! The handsome youth naked right in front of her ... His muscular young body without clothes....
Quickly she took another swallow from the bottle she had brought with her to the beach. She wanted to drown out the wanton thoughts she was having about the fifteen year old youth.
He walked up to the little pile of clothes he had set on a rock, and she saw him slide his tight, faded blue jeans up his lithe supple legs. He sat down to put his shoes and socks on and his bronzed shoulders bent while his smooth developing muscles rippled as he worked to lace up his sneaker. God, he was beautiful, she thought.
A spasm of humiliation washed over the older woman as she fought to halt the sinful fantasizing to which she was surrendering inch by slow inch....
Inch ... How many did her daughter's boyfriend have? He was the same age as her daughter, and from the brief glimpse she'd just had he was slightly smaller than his father.
Damn! Oh damn, damn damn! She had to conquer these sordid thoughts that were subverting her mind! Needfully, the shaken, shame filled woman tried drowning her carnal illusions in the bottle of scotch, taking increasingly large swallows, but as she did so she became aware that she was getting really drunk. And Lord! Instead of preventing her wickedly forbidden dreams, she realized dizzily that every sip she took seemed to incite them further ...!
Then suddenly, Tim had noticed her and was waving his arm at her ... The boy was walking towards her now and a surge of unwanted excitement rippled through the older woman like an electrical shock. He was getting closer and closer to her and when he finally stopped, hovering just above her seated figure, she thought: How innocent he is! As innocent as the young man I mentally let fuck me while masturbating myself!
"Hi, Mrs. Thomas," he greeted her.
"Hello, Tim," she whispered, trying hard to seem calm.
The boy was unconsciously rubbing his stomach with one hand, totally oblivious to the erotic effect this had on Rachel. The older woman was suddenly gripped by the sinful desire to reach out with her left hand and touch his flat belly under his thin cotton shirt ... to gently glide her fingers along his satiny skin and down to the low-cut waistband of those jeans ... and then ... slide slowly down ... down ... down....
"D-do you mind if I sit with you for awhile," he asked. He didn't want to tell her what was on his mind. Just needed to have some comforting company for awhile.
"Sure, Tim," she faltered, her mind not concentrating on what she was saying but struggling to control the prurient thrill of her lewd temptation. This was unforgiveable, she told herself; this was degrading and perverted and she had to restrain herself! There was simply no excuse to be aroused by this boy, just because he resembled his father when young and inexperienced. "Why don't we just go for a little walk," she said.
"Hey, that'd be great ... I'd really dig that," said the young man, so happy to have found sympathetic company.
She walked down the sandy shore next to the handsome boy, acutely aware of the perfect form of his leanly developing body. Her tongue was strangely thick in her mouth, her eyes having difficulty in focusing ... She realized she shouldn't have drank so much. But it was too late to do anything about that now!
"Let's sit down a minute, Tim," she said, and the two of them, the older woman and the young man sat near each other on the moonlit beach.
And she asked herself again why she should be obscenely attracted to this child who was so much younger than herself. So he's Bob Elliot's son. So what? She wasn't a teenager any longer, she was nearly old enough to be Tim's mother! To molest that lovely, youth would not only be a crime against God and Man, but would destroy Michelle as well, who loved and cared for him! It was just unthinkable!
Then why was she thinking of it...? Tim was sitting beside her unconsciously playing with the sand ... She was intoxicated by his youth, his virility, his untouched freshness.
"Would you like to swim again, Tim," she asked him...."This time with me?"
Tim blushed, wondering if she had seen him emerge naked from the water. "Uh ... uh ... I don't have a suit," he stammered.
"Well that's okay, Tim," she said, amazed at her own boldness...."We can go skinny dipping."
"But Mrs. Thomas ... I mean...." Oh Lord, he was thinking, has the whole world just plain flipped out ... Did this woman with her big beautiful breasts and lovely round ass really know what she was saying ... but, God, after what he had seen tonight he was just about ready for anything....
"I mean," she went on, "You've heard of nudism. It's all perfectly innocent ... I just mean to be under God's sky with you as he created us ... There's nothing wrong in that is there?"
Rachel couldn't believe her own duplicity. Because inside she was trembling from the erotic sensations the anticipation of seeing him naked again was causing her. Her mind was momentarily filled with visions of shamelessly seducing the young man out in the water while her daughter was off pining somewhere. Of course, had she known the truth about how her daughter spent that early evening, making torrid love with this boy's father ... but she didn't know. She was innocent at least of that event.
She wished she could stop herself but there they were on the beach and she was slowly removing her clothes. Tim's eyes roamed over her voluptuously mature body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her naked flesh, and they moved eagerly up and down over high round breast, just completely naked with their nipples hardened from the warm breeze. She turned from him in a moment of modesty, but this just enabled him to see the seductively inviting curves of her buttocks and thighs.
Rachel was excited and mortified at the same time to find herself standing naked before the boy, tongue tied, and she tried again to still the strange and unknown sexual fires she'd so long denied spreading upwards to the very tips of her breasts, making her nipples still harder, excited, berry like nerve endings. I meant what I said, she thought in a drunken confusion, just an innocent little skinny dip. Her nakedness and his presence were kindling a raging urge inside of her ... she pressed her trembling thighs together in a last ditch effort to overcome the salacious tide threatening to overwhelm her. She silently moaned as she felt the last remaining remnants of her vows to keep away from this beautiful man-child melt away into nothingness. The insane desires which she had kindled with her fingers and then stoked to fever pitch by her heavy drinking were now furious volcanoes of lust, bursting with white hot sensations that were enveloping the very core of her shame ridden soul.
And in her state she stood proudly and comfortably naked before him.
"Tim," she whispered hoarsely, "Now take your clothes off too. And slowly." The young man bent down and began to untie the laces of his sneakers. Every nerve in the mature mother's flesh was reacting with lecherous need as she watched the beautiful young man begin to undress. Her reasonings and promises were proving to be only flimsy barriers in the face of the monstrous demands which were sweeping them aside. Every moral code and inhibition inside her was melting away in the heat of her long shackled but suddenly liberated passions, her decency and pride shredding away as if they had never-existed. She was no longer a normal mother and a civilized woman, but only a female animal, crazed in heat and her inebriated brain swirled with humiliating defeat.
She knew what was going to happen ... She knew exactly what she was going to do once she slipped into the ocean with lovely, slender young Tim Elliot. Her lecherous hunger was going to consume them both, but there was no use fighting it any longer. God, there was not the slightest chance to save herself, was there? She was lost. Lost!
And then they were both naked. "Come on, Tim," she heard herself say in a throbbing, throaty voice, a voice she hardly recognized as her own. "Let's go for a swim ... I think you and I will have a real nice time out in the water together...."
They walked in a few feet and then both plunged quickly into the water. Rachel swam out quickly now, feeling an incredible burst of energy and excitement.
"Come on Tim," she said, "Come on out. It's gorgeous." The young man hesitated for just a second and then swam out into the night after her.
They played together for a few moments like dolphins. Tim could feel the rush of the water past his body as her lushly ripened body almost touched his in their flocking. He tried not to stare at her proudly uplifted breasts like two glowing melons on the surface of the water. But, holy shit, they were thrusting right out at him, with their nipples so dark and hard! Wow! And he was aware of her gorgeous ass, and the swollen place up between her thighs, with just a little narrow crack running down between her legs! Man ... oh man! And oh-oh ... oh, shit! He was beginning to get a hard on being so close to that magnificent female body.
He had sure noticed his girlfriend's mother in her bikini during the week, but this was the first time he had ever been alone with her ... and certainly the first time he had seen her naked breasts and cunt. In fact, it was the first time he had seen any woman's naked breasts and cunt. And the situation was so strange ... well, this whole evening had been so weird ... But the intensity of the present was blurring the pain of what he had seen earlier-his father making love to his girl. And now, well. ... he had the feeling that Mrs. Thomas wanted him to look at her! Jeez, he wondered, what would a grown woman want with an inexperienced young man? And again he remembered the passionate scene he had witnessed earlier. It sure was a weird world, he thought....
And Tim could sense a wild, ungovernable excitement building at the base of his penis while desire coursed through him ... He tried to will it limp again, but his developing manhood continued to engorge with blood in the water ... What if he had judged the situation wrong ... What if she had nothing sexual in her mind at all. After all, just a nice innocent skinny dip was all she had proposed. And anyway she was about the same age as his mother. And his mother had seen him naked plenty of times.
Rachel bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip, once again gripped with tormenting desire. God, she couldn't let herself do it to Tim ... just couldn't allow herself to give in to her sordid cravings for her daughter's innocent boyfriend! That was just begging for disaster, and she had to fight it! Desperately she said, "I'll race you over to that dock, Tim. Ready, go!"
They set off. Rachel was a good swimmer and was able to take longer strokes than he could. She reached the floating dock first, and when Tim arrived, Rachel was suddenly struck with the uncontrollable urge to duck him playfully. She put both her hands on top of his head and thrust him under, and Tim reacted spontaneously and reached out to grab hold of her slim firm waist and flip her over. Rachel gasped, flailing wildly for a moment, and then they both stopped and held onto the dock ... breathing hard and laughing together with the release of all that energy.
And as their bodies bobbed there in the water so close to one another, Tim felt Mrs. Thomas' hand come in electrifying contact with his thigh, brushing along it only inches from his still hardened young penis. Her free hand seemed to linger there for a moment and then move away. A surge of excitement shot through him, and he had to repress an urge to grasp his girlfriend's mother by the firm swelling mounds of her breast and buttocks. That would be unforgivable, especially since her touch on his thigh had only been an accident. It had been ... hadn't it?
The warm water lapped around their waists, and Rachel swallowed tightly as she gazed over the young man, the sight of his smooth hairless flesh sending ungovernable ripples of desire through her. Her eyes feasted on the leanness of his hips just below the surface, and once again she wanted to reach out and touch him. The moment her fingers had smoothed across his satiny thigh under water, Rachel's nerves had ignited with an uncontrollable wanton passion. She could think of nothing now but how this delectable boy's flesh had felt in her hot, searching hand ... and against her will, she inched closer to Tim until she was almost pressing all of her lushly mature figure against his slender body.
"Having a good time?" she asked in a half-whisper.
"S-sure am," he answered. His young voice sounded strangely hoarse. "I'm having a fine time, Mrs. Thomas."
"I'm glad."
The inside of his mouth was parched drier than if it had suddenly been filled with sand. He wished she wouldn't stand so close to him even closer this time than when they stood together on the shore. Her breasts were almost grazing against him, her pink lips parted moistly with the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing, and he could smell the woman odor of her, coming from her wet hair. Jesus, his cock was harder than a baseball bat, its pulsating shaft rising up along his belly. God, if it got any longer it'd be touching her naked belly and then she would know for sure what was happening to him!
But Rachel already knew. She had noticed the burgeoning throb below the water, and the slender erect outline of his boyish penis was driving her mad inside! Her shamelessly heated loins needed little to stimulate them before this ... and now the bulging hardness between his youthful loins increased her carnal lusts to the boiling point!
"Let's play some more!" the passionate woman suddenly said, grabbing the man and pushing him from the dock. Again they both ducked under water. Tim twisted his body, feeling her surge against him and then ... and then her fingers brushed right against his blood-hardened, pulsing cock! And the fingers didn't move on, they lingered there, massaging gently, caressing with an almost maddening slowness that sent wild, burning sensations flooding through his belly and inexperienced mind....
Tim's mouth opened in a reflexive gasp, and the salt water poured into his throat, gagging him. He coughed spasmodically, fighting his way to the surface, hacking and spitting. Rachel came up with him, and they held onto the dock again, the naked nipples of her breasts pressed up against his chest. She moved her thigh up against his crotch and pressed once more against his painfully throbbing penis. The astonished Tim sucked in his breath, afraid his cum filled testicles were going to explode and fill the water with his jism! What was Mrs. Thomas trying to do to him?
"Do you like that, Tim?" she cooed at the boy.
"Like what?" he managed confusedly.
"You know what I mean," the salacious mother purred at her daughter's boyfriend, a part of her mind in shock at her own lewd words. "Touching your penis, caressing it, Tim, that's what I mean, and you do like it, don't you?"
"I-I don't know, I mean...."
"You know you do, dear boy," Rachel teased, and her hand moved to his aching hardness again, stroking it lightly beneath the sea. "And I know you do, because I can feel you've gotten ... a ... nice, hard ... erection!"
"But, wow, Mrs. Bradley, you shouldn't...."
"Of course I should Tim. It feels good, it feels good to you and to me, and there can't be anything wrong with that, can there? Trust me, Tim, dear heart. I'm older and wiser, and know what's best for a young man...."
"But ... but...."
"Just relax, darling boy ... Mmmmmmm, isn't it good...?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he groaned in bewilderment and sudden passion. "But I can't take much more of it. It aches, Mrs. Thomas. What you're doing to me makes me ache all over!"
"Oh, you poor darling child!" The seducing mother moved her fingers more firmly over the young man's lust hardened penis, measuring its tempting length with her thumb and forefinger. The sounds of the groans of excitement and the feel of his slim quivering shaft in her hand sent wicked thrills up the length of her spine. She thought guiltily for a moment of what she was inciting this vulnerable young boy to do, and then of the shock it would be if somebody did catch them now. Yet the momentary shame she felt seemed strangely to excite her all the more.
"Poor darling," she replied again. "Then we'll simply have to do something for you, won't we?"
A twinge of self-consciousness washed over Tim Elliot as he watched in stupefied wonderment as Mrs. Thomas' soft fingers gently closed around his throbbing, blood filled cock, and her lust filmed eyes seemed to widen in delight at the sight and touch of his penis.
"Tim," she whispered urgently, "Climb up on the raft, my darling ... climb up now...."
Quickly they climbed the rope ladder of the raft moored out at the edge of the swimming area.
Beyond the raft was the open sea, and unprotected waters. Here in the cove shark nets were strung beneath the waves and a line of rafts were there for swimmers to rest before returning to shore.
"Oh, my little lover, your cock is so handsome!" the older woman gasped as she stared down at his still jutting erection. Tim still could not believe this was happening to him. Rachel took hold once again of his hardened cock and began to tenderly move her grasping fingers up and down over the firm outer skin, manipulating it back and forth in wondrous delight.
"Your beautiful penis is exactly the way I hoped it would be, darling...!"
Rachel was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Yes ... here was a cock she didn't have to fear! It was just the perfect size and shape to please her, hard and hot and ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward, then more spongy and soft appearing at its blunt, crimson head. Excitedly, the long haired beauty drew the uncircumcised foreskin downward from the mushroomed head, feasting her eyes on its entire exposed tip, while Tim's young body jerked to the rhythm of her fingers.
Holy Motherfuckin' shit! First his father goes and screws his girlfriend and then here he is with his girl's mother jacking him off! Things just couldn't be happening like this, but they were! ... This was all real! Mrs. Thomas was stroking his hard swollen cock as if she were loving it! He stared down at her hand, watching the older woman and reveling in the obscene sensations she was sending through his flesh.
Then Mrs. Thomas swirled her long hair around and gave a quick jerk of her head so that it came forward and fell on his chest. The tickling touch of her long strands was like shots of electricity dancing on his skin. And then she was brushing it across his hard cock while still pulling on it. He could feel the delicate feathery touch of her hair on his taut balls and he thought that his testicles would explode cum all over her if she didn't stop.
Then he felt her hand move away from his pulsing hardness, leaving it standing straight up, and hard like a spear thrusting from his loins. He turned his eyes to her face to see her lovely lips twisted in a strange smile, and as he watched awe struck, she began to run her hands over her large ripe breasts.
"Yes, Tim, dear boy," Rachel whispered enticingly, "look at me, kiss and lick me with your eyes, my love."
And she watched those innocent young eyes sparkle with delight and widen in obvious excitement as he took in the wildly arousing sight of her naked, hard nippled breasts. "Look at them, darling," she taunted salaciously, smoothing her hands up to cup and lift her naked breast in presentation to him. "Look at my titties the way your father wanted to look at them ... "
A wave of uncontrollable desire swept over the older woman when she saw the answering expression of lust growing across the innocent youth's face. She knew that Elliot's naked son was in an agony of confusion and arousal as she brazenly flaunted herself before him, but she couldn't have restrained herself from goading this handsome man into fucking her if she'd wanted to. Her mind was firmly made up; she no longer had the slightest interest in stopping herself! She knew that she truly wanted Tim's slender young cock up inside her hotly hungering vagina, and she was going to have it.
Despite his anguished passion, Tim couldn't help thinking what if she knew? What if she knew that my father had done this with her daughter? What then?
Rachel Thomas purred huskily while she began to roll her hips and buttocks with a slow, squirming motion that caused her breasts to sway and dance lasciviously on her chest.
"Holy shit!" Tim gasped involuntarily. His . girlfriend's mother was exposing her black haired snatch and everything! He could even see her wet pink slit between her hair-lined pussy lips, and now she was moving still closer to him!
"We're both naked and excited, Tim," she whispered taking gentle hold of his stiffened young penis again, and rubbing it between her cool clenching fingers. "What would you like to do about it, darling? What do you think would be fun to try?"
"Oh! Wow! I don't know...." the young man choked, his straining eyes feasting on her softly swaying breasts as she leaned closer to him. His inexperienced brain reeled with confusion, unable to fathom what she was asking. His eyes flew around the vast deserted inlet-everything was silent and empty around them except for the distant lights of the far shore ... Still, he couldn't forget the fear of what would happen if they were discovered.
The voluptuous woman lay down on the smooth white wood of the floating dock, still warm from the day's sun, and gently pulled Tim down alongside her. She held him close to her and circled her long legs around his narrow waist. Then she steered his penis into her swollen cuntal slit until he could feel the swollen head of his wildly pulsing cock touching the soft pussy hairs covering her fevered vaginal lips. She used her fingers to move the blunt tip of his slender hardness up and down between her wetly throbbing cunt, provocatively undulating her hips in a circular motion beneath him as she locked her legs tightly around the boy.
"What's the matter, Tim?" she moaned against his ear, breathing liquid fire into his nerves. "Haven't you ever heard of fucking?"
"Jesus, Mrs. Thomas!" Tim gasped in shock from her obscenity. This was one hell of a lot more than he'd ever wished for, even when beating his meat at night in bed! But Goddamnit! He was scared. Scared shitless! He hated to admit it, but crap, this was too much to take. And yet, the delicious pressure of his girlfriend's mother fondling his cock and whispering lewd words into his ear was more than he could fight against. What's gotten into everyone, anyway? Christ, the whole fucking world seemed to have gone crazy wild!
"Fucking!" Rachel hissed incitingly. "Fucking into a girl's cunt with that wonderfully hard prick of yours! Don't you know what fucking is, Tim?"
"Sure I do, Mrs. Thomas," he blurted out in stunned passion, his face aflame with embarrassment. "But I ... I've never done it before."
"Well, don't let that hold you back, dearest. I'll show you all about fucking," she promised sensuously.
Tim realized suddenly that she was quivering violently against him, her thighs moving harder and more urgently into his loins. "You want to fuck me, darling child? Do you want to put your hard cock into my nice warm cunt and fuck with it? Would you like me to help you?
"I-I," Tim stammered, the obscene temptations she was offering him exciting him senseless.
"Then tell me Tim. Tell me what you want to do."
"Ooooohhhh I ... I ... want to fuck you. I want to put my prick in your cunt and feel my balls pushing up against you. Oh I want to fuck your nice warm wet cunt with my hard cock." The words flowed out of him in a hoarse cry of lust.
"Oh God, then let's do it!" Rachel mewled out into the air, unable to hold back another second. She flicked her naked hips up with a sudden thrust, driving his youthful cock into the hungrily gaping mouth of her love starved pussy. Little warm waves from the ocean lapped up onto the deck, then subsided.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned as Tim felt the warm elastic like sheath of her cunt slip wetly over the hard swollen head of his penis. Then, miraculously, his painfully aching cock was racing up into her hotly clasping pussy to the full depths of her belly. It seemed tight at first as her cuntal muscles clasped the full length of his rigidly throbbing hardness, but then it abruptly became easier as the heated slickness of her passage surrounding him lubricated the way.
Jeez, he was fucking. He was fucking her! He actually had his hard blood engorged-cock up inside Michelle's mother's cunt and he was fucking her just like his father had fucked her daughter! Crazy! And man, it felt good, damned good ... and he didn't want it to be the one and only time, either. To think that because of his up tight mother he had been missing something this wild, this hot feeling all this time! Well, he wasn't going to let it get away from him ever again, no sirree!
"Oh, Mrs. Thomas! Oh, I like it! I like touching you inside with my cock," he gasped breathlessly, flexing the head of his penis with eager experimentation. "Oh I love it. I love it. I love fucking you!"
"Ohhhhh, I knew you would, lover boy!" she moaned in squirming delight. "Now, move back and forth, slowly moving your cock in and out of my cunt! That's it, that's the way! Now you're fucking. Ooooh! Yes, keep moving your prick in and out of my pussy. God! In and out! Pump me Tim! Pump me hard. Pump my nice warm cunt with your beautifully hard prick until your sweet cum fills my pussy!"
"Oh yes, oh yes. Oh it feels so good to be fucking you Mrs. Thomas. Oooooh, I like having my cock in your cunt!"
Tim could feel the hot fleshy mouth of her pussy gliding against his rock-hard penis while he thrust in and out between her opened thighs over and over again. Wow! Nothing had ever felt so wonderful to him before in all his life! He strained with his hardened shaft forward and with all the young strength in his lean hips and thighs, reveling in what had until now been a forbidden act. And the memory of his father's prick sliding in and out of Michelle's pussy excited him more, so that while he continued fucking Rachel he raised himself up and looked down at the joining of their two naked bodies.
God, it was exciting to look down and see his own hard cock sliding in and out of the secret space between a woman's legs. He was fucking-fucking his girlfriend's mother!
He raised his head to follow her skin upwards over her firm round belly towards her beautiful naked breasts, and then he leaned forward to suck on the cherry hard distended nipple of her right breast, sucking it in the same rhythm as his prick was being sucked by her hungry cunt.
Rachel continued moaning her enrapturement, her smooth velvety legs enveloping his waist in a death-like grip of passion, her hips churning around and around. The hot satiny folds of her hair-lined vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his virile column and milking it already of its first tentative dribblings of seminal lubrication. Now she felt like a woman healthy and enjoying sex at last, loving this handsome young man's magnificent cock as it drove ceaselessly in and out of her erotically quivering belly with growing skill. She reveled in the abandoned lust she had been trying so hard to deny herself! It was passion alone, passion for its own sake, and that was all she cared about!
Tim could feel his wildly beating cock growing and expanding up inside of her soft fleshy warmth until it felt as if it were going to burst from the pressures building in his cum-filled balls. He rammed into her with increasingly hard strokes, his slim hips pounding wildly as he tried to bury more and more of his thickness deep inside the hotly moistened walls of the mother's tightly clasping pussy. Any second now and he was going to cum! He could feel the tension building up in his aching testicles! His cock was throbbing along its entire length and he was going to have to let go and spurt his wad right up inside Mrs. Thomas' warm wet cunt. Then he'd be filling up her belly with his cum like he'd always wanted to do to her daughter's pussy. Man, oh man, was it ever goooodddd ...!
"Ohhh, fuck me, lover boy! Fuck me with your hard cock and cum, cum inside of me!" Rachel wailed into his ear, her hips like a separate entity now, her churning ass-cheeks gone mad as she twisted and contorted, opening her legs around his waist and squeezing them closed, endeavoring to take even more of his hard pistoning shaft into her belly.
Suddenly she cried out, "Ohhh, I ... I'm almost cumming ... Yes, yes, you're fucking me with your hard cock and it's making me cum ... almost ... yes ... don't stop ... harder ... fuck me harder with your prick ... fuck me. Aauugh ... yes, I'm cumming. Yesss! Yes, oh yes! Ooohhhhh...!"
Her naked body heaved towards his as the first delicious throes of her orgasm rocketed through her, spurring the youth on, locking him into her insanely quivering cuntal flesh. In that moment. Tim felt his own cum boil over, exploding along the passage within his wildly jerking penis and bursting forth from the widened opening in the tip like a volcanic eruption,, flooding her inner cuntal walls with hot, boiling semen. The older woman was mewling with total surrender, total satiation, urging him incoherently never to stop filling her cunt with his fresh, wonderful young sperm....
Finally he collapsed on top of his girlfriend's mother. His penis began to deflate, and finally slid out of her tightly clasping cunt to trail long sinuous strands of his sperm like thin white sea weed from her vaginal opening. Shit, what a ride! He couldn't wait to get a hard on again so he could screw Mrs. Thomas some more! But at the moment a warm lethargy poured numbingly over his flesh as his passion waned, and the young man nestled in contentment against her warm naked breasts while Rachel held him tightly, a great sigh of contentment escaping from his lips.
As their naked bodies relaxed entwined on the raft floating on the ocean, Rachel's mind was beginning to return to reality. She knew she could never forgive or forget the ignominous truth, that she had just been fucked and fucked damn well! Fucked by the young son of a man who had almost raped her this afternoon. A few hours ago she had been a decent, respectable mother, and now she was filled with the warm innocent sperm of a young man old enough to be her own son. She hated herself for what she had just done. She had seduced a young man, her own daughter's boyfriend, and she loathed herself for what she had done. And her fear was that she knew she would do it again, and again ... and again ... and she would never be able to stop.
CHAPTER FIVE
Michelle Thomas was walking through the lobby of the hotel on the way to her room. It was strange how all the people were still going about their business, as if nothing had happened. But something had happened. Now she knew, now she was one of the initiated and she knew what men and women did together....
For a moment she felt sad, not at the loss of her virginity, but at the loss of her innocence. She no longer had to imagine and fantasize what it would be like. She had been made love to, and the world would be forever different.
She wanted to be alone and experience this turning point in her life. It was sad and it was sweet, and she knew it was a feeling to relish and then let go, never to return again.
She headed back to the hotel room hoping her mother was not there. Well, even if she were, Michelle could say she was tired and then, pretending to be asleep, she could be alone with her thoughts and feelings ... sweet and lovely and sad.
She got out the key to the room and slowly turned the lock ... it was dark inside. Good! No one was there. The moonlight filtered through the open window just enough so that she could see well without having to turn on the light. She quietly removed her shorts and halter top and stood in front of the mirror, contemplating her body in the soft light of the moon.
I'm beautiful, she thought, and now I'm a woman, not a girl. She ran her hands along the sides of her hips then up along her high, firm breasts and as her fingers grazed the nipples, they hardened instantly as if remembering how they had just been made love to. She closed the mirrored door, went to her bed and crawled in between the cool, clean white sheets and staring up at the ceiling she contemplated her newfound womanhood.
She felt very relaxed and yet at the same time very aware of her body. God Mr. Elliot had made her feel good. Almost unbidden his enormous cock came to her mind and she felt her womanhood quiver in remembrance of it. Jesus she could feel her body responding just thinking about it. And it was so hard not to. Now that she'd tried it she couldn't stop.
Strange and lustful images began to invade her drowsing mind. She fought against them, but they were her own forbidden desires. Beneath the covers, her hands, as if they had a mind of their own began to caress her flesh and she was deep in her fantasy!
She was back at school. It was after her afternoon lecture and John Webster, the captain of the football squad and his two friends David and Art had invited her to study with them for the up-coming exam. But that had actually happened! Was she dreaming? Michelle moaned on the bed as her fevered mind replayed an actual incident. They had studied for a couple of hours and then John had brought out a joint and offered it around. That's when she'd left. They had all begun giggling and making remarks about being real laid back and enjoying themselves. At the time she'd been frightened and scared by the way their eyes had glanced at her body. The fumes from the dope had made her think everything had sexual overtones, and to her horror she'd begun to feel herself responding. So she had left.
Now though she let her mind relax and remake the scene....
She glanced back at the door, but her way was barred by a burly six footer, his arms folded across his bare chest. They were all wearing athletic shorts and no shirts.
"I'll bet you'll like it. You ain't seen three better, bigger cocks anywhere!"
"No, no! Don't!" she pleaded, but it was too late. The glasy-eyed studs were quickly out of their shorts and jocks and she was surrounded ... by naked young men and hard, throbbing cocks!
"C'mon, baby ... take a look," John grunted. "How's this hunk o' meat? Ya' wanta' nibble on it for a' while?"
His buddies laughed uproariously and pulled furiously at their own ample cocks, until Michelle was surrounded by firm, youthful stiff pricks.
"Noooo!" she mewled, but this time something had changed. Her lusts and desires had surfaced now, right out in front where they could be seen ... and the thin veneer of respectability and decency had been stripped nakedly away!
"C'mon, girl ... let's see those boobs!" John said, his eyes glassy from the marijuana. He tore the buttons of her dress open, almost ripping her garment in his frenzied haste. She started to cry out, but then just stood there shaking her head frantically back and forth as the football star undressed her....
No, dear God, noo!
Her dress was open to the waist and he finished the last buttons and it fell open completely, excitingly displaying her voluptuous charms from her neck right down to her ankles!
"Goddamn, look at them breasts," Art groaned anxiously. He reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere and took it off, pausing long enough for one furtive caress of her large, firm breasts.
John leaned closer and began to coarsely fondle her tits, squeezing the flesh until it reddened beneath his fingers and then his hands snaked down over her belly and under the elastic of her pantyhose. Down went his fingers, into the sheer baby-blue fabric of her panties ... and into the warm, moist flesh of her pussy....
Michelle writhed on her bed now completely lost to her fantasy, her own fingers stroking and caressing her flesh. She was deep in her dream now. Deep in what her body wanted....
"You want it, you want these three, hard dicks so bad you can taste 'em," John was saying.
"Noooo, noooo!"
"Sure, you do, baby ... I know better. You're just a cock-hungry bitch and ya' can't help it! Shit it's already dripping wet between your legs!"
He took her arm with his other hand and pushed it down to his crotch, "Go on, feel that mother and tell me ya' don't want it, go on!"
Michelle's fingers brushed his huge, meaty erection and he covered her hand with his, forcing her fingers closed around his cock, though it was too thick for her to encircle. She shook and shuddered with shame and despair ... but she knew he was right! Something had snapped inside her, something was different and the new girl she had become wanted it ... she wanted all their big, beautiful cocks!
Her arms were at her side now and she was no longer trying to cover her near nakedness. John grinned to his buddies and bent over to kiss her right, proud breast incitingly, his thick pink tongue wetly coursing over the crinkly buds of her nipples and deep into the cleavage between the globes of her breasts.
John lifted his face from her breast and breathed hotly into her face. "Let's get the rest off, then we can really boogie!" He squeezed her left breast so tightly that she groaned in pain.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned in anguish and humiliation, but John was busy below her narrow waist, his fingers tugging at the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and then, at the tight nylon of her panties! He pulled and pushed and tugged until the two undergarments rolled down her slender thighs and Art went behind her and pulled the elastic of her pantyhose over the bulging swell of her naked buttocks until she stood before the three boys completely naked!
They stepped back and stared openly at her curvaceous nakedness, the high proud soaring mounds of her breasts. Her soft pink nipples crying out for their lips and fingers, the narrowing of her waist and then the promising swell of her hips ... and the sparse inviting vee of her pubic fleece between them!
She opened her eyes and looked at her captors, first avoiding their eyes and then staring into them. She could see their boyish enthusiasm, the eager glistening excitement of their passions, and it made her feel good to know she could do that to these big, husky young men. And then she let her eyes lower, down over the slight paunch of their summer beer bellies ... Dear God, they're all so beautiful down there! Such gorgeous, thick things they have between their legs! And so hard ... mmmmm!
She felt a surge of pride and confidence as she watched their eyes bulge as they took in all of of her nakedness and she felt incredibly beautiful ... liberated, like only a really liberated woman can know. Liberated and free to do as she pleased ... with any man she desired!
John was the first to move and he dropped suddenly to his knees at the sweet smelling altar of her naked sex. His beefy arms went around the girlish curves of her buttocks and he grabbed the soft cheeks of her ass and pulled her sensuously against his face, kissing her soulfully on the gentle hummock of her pubis. She shuddered convulsively and moaned with the shame of her disgrace ... but she was powerless to stop.
"Mmmmmmm, yess!" she breathed excitedly as she felt his tonguetip snake wetly into the sizzling wetness of her cunt, splaying the lips of her pussy and probing through the dark fleecy curls of her pubic hair.
His next gesture was a deep, stabbing probe with this thick tongue, up between the ragged pink folds of her vagina to the nerve jammed pearl of her clitoris. Michelle cried out, it was as if a pin had been pushed into her flesh and she started to topple over backward, but four strong, young arms caught her and eased her slender naked buttocks onto the sofa. John followed her down, spreading her legs with the backs of his beefy hands as he pushed his head between her thighs. He could see the dew moist little slit of her pussy, rimmed with beads of moisture, concealed beneath the fluffy curls of her pubic hair and he pushed his face hard against it, spreading the pliant warm lips of her pussy with his tongue.
"How is it, John?" David groaned anxiously. "Like honey, I'll bet!"
Michelle leaned back into someone's arms, whose she had no idea ... and she didn't care! She gasped as he began to lick her cuntal slit slavishly from top to bottom, his long thick tongue laving upward along the sizzling fissure of her pussy from the tiny little ring of her anus, over the hot, wet opening to her cunt, to the throbbing, oily marble of her clit.
What little control she had left was fast fading, her body taken over by this alter ego personality she had never known lay dangerously beneath her veneer of decency and propriety.
"Mmmm, John ... yes, lick my pussy, lick it real good!" she bleated. She moaned tremorously, her legs so lewdly splayed that they were almost at right angles to her slender, squirming young body. She wriggled down lower'and angled herself back so that the full naked heat of her crotch was pressed against the young man's face. She had surrendered to her desires and she was lost!
A gurgling incessant groan rumbled in her throat now and her breasts juggled and bounced from side to side as the football star hotly tongued and kissed the fervently sizzling flesh of her vagina. She lifted her head and looked down at him through the slits her eyes had become and saw his almost hairless head bobbing ravenously between her thighs as his tongue swiped deliciously through the narrow cleft of her pussy. She heard the lewd slurping noises his tongue and lips made between her legs, but they only excited her more.
Naked, lurid sensations whispered to her from the heat of her loins and she was grinding her hips and pelvis without being aware of it ... wriggling them seductively in a timeless dance of female arousal. Her breasts tingled with the heat of her forbidden desires, as if someone had rubbed them with a powerful lotion, and the voices of the boys when they spoke came to her through a thick, garbling haze ... the misty fog of her naked desires!
Nothing mattered to her now but the pleasurable sensations of ecstasy that rippled up from her crotch as John's tongue hungrily swiped again and again through the pink, clinging heat of her pussy.
His hands moved up over her belly, up to the jiggling flesh of her soft, large breasts. He groped at them crudely and with wide eyed fervor, squeezing the tender soft flesh between his thick calloused fingers until she groaned her naked approval. Her sensuous dance was fast going out of control as his tongue and lips moved hotly over her naked loins and she began a slow sensuous contortion of unspeakable arousal, her widely splayed crotch moving urgently against his lips and face until his nose was deep in the fagrant cleft of her twat!
A faint cry of beseechment rose up from the crumbled ruins of her decency and self respect, but it was quickly drowned in her mind ... drowned in a sea of seething lust!
She felt something happening behind her as her head was lifted from the boy's leg, then, moments later, she felt a nudging insistence at her hands. But not until she opened her eyes did she see both of their firm, anxious cocks there in need of her woman's touch!
"Oh, damn, yes ... I want them, too! All of your big, hard dicks for Michelle!" she blurted mindlessly, writhing now from head to curled under toe with the furious storm of her own passion, and still grinding her crotch wetly against the other one's face.
She moaned excitedly as she took both their cocks in her small hands, and she moaned louder still as they stiffened beneath her fingers into throbbing, fleshy hunks of desirous virility. They were long and hard and thick and, God, how she did need them!
Her fingers moved up and down along the thick, fleshy lengths of their pricks with a slow, sensuous rhythm of the same tempo as the writhing of her loins and she felt a shiver of pleasure along her spine as the two husky lads groaned with delight from the exquisite forbidden pressure of her fingers. She looked up at them, their heads back and their eyes half closed as she masturbated their huge young cocks simultaneously in an act of troilistic lust!
She closed her own eyes as her nostrils flared in bestial passion. John was still hard at work between her thighs, and the loud slurping noises now seemed to fill the tiny living room. The temperature inside had climbed at least ten degrees and they were all glistening with sweat as Michelle suddenly could stand it no longer and began to buck wildly, her arms flailing savagely as she pumped the two cocks in her fists so forcefully that the football players feared she would jerk their dicks out of their crotches!
Her eyes flung open and she gasped pitifully, a moan of ecstasy gurgling deep in her throat. "Yesss ... yes! Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh, I'm cummingg!" There was still another moan and her cunt flowered hotly around his lips and tongue and she could feel her own gushing wetness bathe his cheeks and lewdly smear on the insides of her thighs. She bounced up and down frantically as the thrilling electricity of her orgasm surged up from her twat and tingled its way through her whole body until her skin was covered with goose bumps.
Then only seconds apart, David and Art groaned painfully as the heat of their seething cum became too much to withstand and great, surging spurts of heavy, creamy cum groaned up from their balls ... arching through the air to splatter obscenely on Michelle's jiggling, bare breasts. She kept right on pumping their cocks even as they erupted simultaneously in a cascade of. lurid, smearing sperm ... pumping again and again until the boys groaned in pain and backed away, leaving her naked and trembling with red hot desire....
She wanted, she needed cock! She wanted to be fucked, fucked with hard cock, but the boys were backing further and further away. The whole room was receeding from her. She moaned in disappointment. She wanted fucking. Michelle twisted and groaned on the bed, slowly becoming aware of the sheets underneath her, of the room around her. She was in her hotel room. It had all been a dream.
Oh God! But she wanted to fuck. She opened her eyes to look down her body. Her hand was crawling towards her excited cunt and she knew she couldn't stop herself. She had to have something inside her hot pussy, even if it was only her fingers. She heard a slight sound, it was the door handle, but she couldn't stop. And then the door was open and her mother was coming into the room.
"Michelle darling are you...." Rachel started to say, and then stopped in surprise as she saw her young daughter looking straight at her and masturbating on the bed!
CHAPTER SIX
Rachel stood in the doorway to her room watching her daughter Michelle finger-fuck herself while writhing on the bed. She was horrified at the licentious sight and was about to scream out a rebuke when she realized that the door was still open. She stepped quickly into the room and slammed the door behind her.
"Michelle, Michelle, what are you doing?!" she hissed as she stood at the foot of the bed. But she knew very well what was happening because she could feel her own body responding to the lewd sight of her daughter's passionate self-gratification. She had left Tim about twenty minutes ago, after fucking with him for a second time and told him to meet her here at nine-thirty so they could make love on a real bed. She had been prepared to send Michelle to the movies for the evening, but she hadn't been prepared to see her own daughter acting like a whore in a fuck film.
"Oh mother, why didn't you tell me this was so good? Why have you been keeping me away from this all my life," panted Michelle lewdly as she continued to roll her cunt on her finger while staring straight at her mother.
Rachel was flabbergasted at the change in her daughter. What could have happened to her? This couldn't be happening. Her darling daughter couldn't be acting like this.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and before Rachel had a chance to do anything it began to open. Rachel turned, horrified. It was Tim. God she hadn't realized that so much time had passed.
"Well, Mrs. Thomas, are you ready?" Tim asked boldly as he strutted into the room. Rachel turned red with embarrasement, both for herself and her lewd daughter lying on the bed. Tim walked into the room all cocky and swaggering until Mrs. Thomas moved out of the way. Then he saw Michelle lying nakedly exposed on the bed. And he stopped short and began to stammer. "Oh my god! Oh I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't realize you were here! I-I'd better leave!"
But he didn't. Instead he just stood there looking down at the obscene exhibition his girlfriend was putting on. And he was responding to it. His young penis was pushing hard against the fabric of his slacks. Michelle stuck the tip of her tongue out between her lips and began rubbing her breasts with her free hand. "I heard what you said as you came . in," she whispered hoarsely. "So you've been fucking my mother?" She turned to the embarrassed Rachel and continued. "And you my dear uptight mother, you've been screwing with my boyfriend!"
"Michelle, Michelle, darling, I didn't mean to hurt you! It was an accident!"
"And you and Tim being here? Is that an accident too?"
Rachel stood motionless, speechless. She was on trial by her daughter and she knew it. She had been wrong to give in to her lasivious desires. But even as she was standing there she could feel the heat from Tim's crotch behind her, and against her will she could feel her hips slowly shifting back and forth at the thought of his lovely cock between her thighs.
"Please darling, forgive me. It won't happen again," Rachel promised.
Michelle looked out of her slitted eyes and a large smile came to her lips as she said, "But I want it to happen again. And I want it to happen now. I want to watch you and Tim fucking."
Rachel was shocked at the obscene suggestion her daughter was making, then she felt Tim come up behind her and she knew that his hard prick was poking at her through the thin material of her summer dress.
Tim put his hands around Michelle's mother's body and grasped her breasts in his hand. Jesus, what a turn on, to be looking at the naked body of his girlfriend while holding the ripe responding body of her mother. And Rachel was responding, she was grinding her buttocks back towards his young manhood.
"Come on Tim, take it out and give it to her," said Michelle lewdly. "She hasn't been getting too much lately."
Rachel tried to object. Tried to say something. This couldn't be happening. But it was. Her own daughter was leaning forward and unbuttoning the buttons of her dress. Then the top fell away and her beautiful big bossoms were exposed, the nipples already hard and straining. Michelle leaned forward and kissed her mother lightly on the breasts, "You want it don't you mother."
Tim had stepped back and was unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of the two women so close was exciting him and he knew he had to get out of his pants before he gave himself an injury.
Rachel glanced sideways to where Tim was standing beside the bed. She saw his chest begin to beat heavily and noticed that he was having trouble swallowing with his parched dry throat. She slid her gaze along his lithe body ... and sucked in her own breath when she veiwed the hardened penis pulsing outward from his naked loins. She knew then that she was lost, that there was no turning back, no stopping. She had to have that beautiful hard cock between her thighs. Her cunt was already moist and beginning to pulse.
Tim had all his confidence back and more as he watched the two lewd women, the younger one completely naked masterbating herself while her mother stood there with her breasts exposed.
"Oh God, Mrs. Thomas, I want to fuck you, and you want to fuck me."
Tim went over towards her, and Rachel as though in a dream watched her daughter sit back on the bed while her daughter's boyfriend came towards her with his prick extended before him. She was lost and she knew it. With a wrench of her hand she pulled her dress from her hips and stood free and naked in front of them both.
"Oh yes, Tim, I want you. I want you, darling, I do. Come here...."
Tim came forward and Mrs. Thomas took his prick in her hand and led him over to the other bed. She sat down on the sheet while he stood before her, his penis throbbing in her hand. Then she lay back on the bed and pulled her legs up, revealing her naked buttocks while spreading her knees.
Tim's engorged shaft twitched as he saw her hair lined cunt opening and closing with the movement of her hips. His sperm filled balls were close to bursting, and he knew he had to sink his lust-hardened cock into the warm wet pussy before he came all over her legs.
"Come to me, darling boy," moaned Mrs. Thomas. "Come to me with your darling prick and fill my cunt!"
Tim crept up onto the bed between Mrs. Thomas' spread thighs. Michelle suddenly came up to the side of the bed and took his prick in her cool hand.
"I want to put it in," she said while giving it long slow strokes. Tim threw back his head and took a deep breath. Jesus! This was too much! His girlfriend was stroking his balls while guiding his stiffness into her own mother's cunt! God! If only his own mother could see him now! Or even his father! He'd show them!
And then his hardened penis was in Mrs. Thomas and he began pistoning deliciously into her quivering vaginal sheath, making her grind and buck her hips upward with delightful sensation, submerging more of his cock in her hungrily clenching pussy....
All three of them were too engrossed in the fucking Tim was giving Mrs. Thomas to realize that Bob Elliot was in the room. He had come up to see if Michelle wanted to go out and he'd walked in on this. His own son fucking with the uptight Mrs.
Thomas while Michelle fingerfucked herself on the other bed.
"You dirty cheating bitch!" he cried, "I'll teach you to make a fool of me! I'll show you that you can't get away with this."
"Bob!" the astonished mother called his name but was speechless to continue.
"Keep fucking her like crazy, Tim, only make her get on top," he ordered his son.
"But...." Tim was totally confused as well as wildly aroused, and so he thought it best to comply with his father's weird request. He continued to thrust his throbbing cock up into her tingling pussy, at the same time slipping over on his back and pulling the voluptuous long haired woman over on top of him.
Bob stared at the couple as he continued to implement the fantasy which had just occurred to him.
"What are you doing?" Rachel gasped as she watched disbelievingly while the tall, athletically built man began to strip off his clothes.
"Never mind, baby," he said throatily, "You just keep on fucking my little boy!"
Now Bob Elliot was naked, and already his huge lust-engorged penis stood out from his hirsute loins. Michelle came over and lovingly took it in both her hands and played with it. Rachel couldn't believe it but it seemed to get even bigger. Then Bob Elliot crawled up on the bed beside the still fucking couple.
"Now I'm gonna give you something you'll never forget," he promised. He began to pull apart the fleshy cheeks of her naked ass. Rachel pulled back from the illicit touch but this only forced her more on to Tim's prick. Then she felt the touch of his fingers in that secret place, prodding and probing lasciviously at her small, defenseless rectum.
"Oh, please Bob," she begged, but to no avail.
Then she felt something pressing against the constricted circle of muscle that guarded her anus. First it was something probing softly, hardly noticeable at all really, especially considering the upwardly sliding thickness that fucked into her and throbbed between the wide-spread, wet-swelled lips of her cunt.
But the sensation grew stronger and she had the distinct feeling that something was tugging at her sphincter, almost tearing at it. "What are you doing, Bob?" she asked, a note of hurt creeping into her voice. "Wh-wh-what is that?"
Having no response, she craned her neck backwards and her eyes rolled and nearly popped out of her head when she looked down the side of her back and realized that he was fingering her asshole with one of his long, bony digits. "Oh my God!" she hissed under her breath, putting two and two together. It struck her as absurd and totally humiliating, and she looked at the young man under her and then back at Bob behind her. Here she was, her own daughter in the bed next to her, a teenager beneath her, his cock swelling righteously in her cunt, and that boy's father finger-fucking her rectum from behind. It was all too much...! too unbelieveable...! and suddenly she realized that she must get free, must escape this anihilating defilement before it was too late!
"Let me up!" she hissed, her nostrils red-flairing for breath, her lungs sucking for oxygen to fuel her limbs for escape.
"No way, Rachel," said the boy from underneath, his young strong arms gripping her around the waist, just above her fleshy ass cheeks. He laced his fingers together, pumped upwards with his lust-seeking cock tip, and pulled downwards with his arms. "You gettin' her ready up there, Dad?" he asked pridefully.
"You bet, son," said Bob Elliot with delight. "This is gonna take a minute or two. Can you keep her goin'?"
"No problem!"
She tried to wiggle free, to squirm away from the pressuring digit which now wormed another .knuckle's distance into her asshole, but somehow it was beating into her with relentless force. No matter which way she struggled to get away from the impaling digit, it followed after her like a strange, bony tail ... a beast violently sticking to her rear.
"It hurts, Bob ... Don't you understand? It hurts!" She craned her neck backwards looking for sympathy, hoping to convince him.
"You should have thought of that before you went messing around, Rachel. Besides, you give this a minute or two and you just might find you like it!"
He looked down at her big, well-rounded buttocks and the cite of penetration where his index finger dug in snugly in the rubbery flesh of the mother's rectum. "Mmm, yeah, you just give it a minute or two more...."
"Noooo!" she winced, bucking upwards and arching her back, managing for the first time to break the teenager's grip underneath her.
"Uup," grunted Bob Elliot, smacking her ass cheeks with one palm, sending her as quickly downwards as she'd gone up. "Not yet, Rachel. We got a little more to do still...."
"Oh, Christ! FUCK!" she wailed, the finger suddenly penetrating all the way into her.
Just then the boy managed to target his cock and press upwards with a quick fling of his young, muscular hips, jamming his stiffened pole into the wet lips of her cunt. His long hot cock drove forward and up into the remote dark hollow in the back of her wet pussy. The poking, pressing spongy, cap sliced beyond the hump of her cervix and crashed into the far back wall of her uterus sending a shock-wave of intense chill vabrating up her spine and cracking in her brain like a thunderbolt carrying two billion volts of electricity.
Helplessly, she bucked backwards, writhing for escape and relief, and another huge bolt, this one as big and thick as her wrist, crashed into her body ... only this one, fist-like, moved from the other direction, up her asshole!
"Uuuuhhh ... GAAAWWWDDDD!" she hollered at the top of her lungs as the hard-driving phallic thing worked from side to side and went stretching the rubbery grip of her rectum. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?" she stammered pathetically like a man who's been punched on the jaw and has lost his bearings.
"Just using my finger, darling ... just sticking my finger up your asshole-that's all."
"Oooouuuu ... nooooo," she whimpered with pity for herself, the psychology of the sodomy as devastating as the thing itself.
"She's gettin' it good, Tim! Keep sockin' it to her. I'll get her loosened up some more, and then we'll give her the ol' wham-bam double-thank-you-ma'am!"
Michelle now sat on the edge of the bed with her legs stretched open and her finger pushing from side to side between the leafy pink puckered lips of her hotly throbbing pussy. She could hardly believe her eyes, but she loved what she was seeing. Her own mother was nakedly splayed in front of her, and her cunt was sliding up and down on a teenager's glistening prick ... and the teenager's father was stuffing her ass with his finger...! It was too good to be true! And she pictured herself in place of her mom and felt a fresh crop of goose bumps growing out of her fertile thighs. Me, too, she was thinking, I want to try that too!
"I got my finger all the way in, Tim," boasted Bob Elliot now. "It's good and tight, too. Real smooth. She's virgin back here!"
The handsomely built divorcee mumbled in protest as she felt her anus being stretched, the walls of her narrow anal passage popping open from the harsh outward pull and inward digging of the bony finger and knuckles. "STOP THAT!" she cried, complaining sorrowfully at the side of young Tim's face. "Please ... oh! Please ... stop ... no more ... noooooooo...."
Her face fell into the pillow and the tears welled up in her eyes like hot burning liquid acid. It was an ultimate defilement, a raging humiliation that consumed her flesh. Why must it happen this way? Why? Why? "Please," she begged, but her voice was directed more at the blank space to the side of her than at either of the two men.
"Ah, she carries on so much!" groused Bob Elliot, worming his finger around in the woman's asshole. "I know you want it just as much as anyone, Rachel, so stop denying it!" He pulled her naked asscheeks so far apart that she winced anew with pain. She tried to squirm away, to get free again, but Tim was ready for it this time, and he pulled her down tighter, closer to him, so that his gargantuan cock was sticking all the way up into her. He laced his fingers around her and there was no chance for escape.
"Don't let her move," ordered Bob Elliot. "This next one is gonna get her good."
She wondered what he could possibly do worse. She felt his finger slipping backwards and away, withdrawing, the hard probing suddenly stopping. There was a gentle oozing kind of sensation, like her asshole was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed dry, and then there came a tight snapping in the opposite direction of entry as he'd popped his finger out of her tight rectum. She then felt utterly relieved.
"Oooooh, God! That's so-oo much better! Thank you ... thank you...."
"That's right." said Bob Elliot. "Just take it easy for a minute. Just relax."
She thought she heard something in his voice, something that said, contrary to her wishes, that the punishment was not over. But she was feeling so good again, so comfortable and so turned-on by the prick sliding up and down in her pussy that she gave up thinking about anything else.
Then, suddenly, she felt something large and thick-headed flopping downwards into the narrow little space between her buttocks. It felt like a flesh log had been pushed in there.
"Wh-wh-what now?" she asked like a tired little girl. "What are you doing now...?"
She craned her neck back again and she looked into the lust-glazed eyes of Bob Elliot. "You're on top of me," she hesitatingly observed. "You-you-you're ... aaaggghhhhhhh ... nooooooooo ... no ... NO...! NO...! ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH...!"
He pressed into her without giving her even a second to think about it, his huge, lust-bloated cock tip slicing into the puckered and finger-stretched flesh of her rectum in one long piston-like stroke. He thrusted his hips repeatedly, and the sailing flesh sword knifed deep in her asshole.
"MMMFFFFFGGGHHHH! FFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" she gagged as though the hard-driving long hot cock was being plowed down her throat. Then she let out a list of hysterical commands in staccato like style, for she was a woman doubly possessed ... by fear and by intense physical sensations ... by a cock in her ass and a cock in her cunt: "Stop that ... No fuck ... Stop it ... STOP THAT ... I SAID STOP THAT ... NO FUCK LIKE THAT ... STOP ... STOP ... UUUUUUHHHHHHH ... MMMFFFGGHHHHH ... NOOOOOooooouuuuu-uu...."
Finally, her complaining wails and hysteria took on a tone of humiliating submission, her moans becoming a whimper, her hollering giving way to a bleating and crying, a pitiable little mousy squeal. "No ... nooouuuu ... oooouuuuuuu...."
"She's givin' way now, Tim. Keep plowin' up into her. Another minute or so and ... mmmmm, yeah, she's breakin' real nice now ... like hot butter ... oh, yeah ... she'll be comin' around in a second ... mmmmmmm ... yeah...."
His pistoning cock was now firmly lodged in the depths of her shuddering bowels. Her entire body trembled as the two pricks riveted into her, separated only by the thin membraneous tissue of her twin-orifices. She was being buffetted like a rag doll between their two slamming pelvic thrusts.
Shamefully, she felt a heat rising in her loins and this burning sensation grew and spread from her cuntal sheath and out of her rectum like a flash-fire. The two driving cocks felt like blow torches flaming and igniting her insides into hot passion.
She groaned again, but this time it wasn't from the pain ... instead it was from the growing heat of her own naked lust! Her buttocks began a slow grinding movement, working upwards at the impaling rod of Bob's long hard cock. The bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of his prick driven all the way into her bowels. And from the other side she could feel the son's hard cock throbbing and heating her cunt with equal force. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with a suddenly intense and primitive rhythm, as if she were giving away finally to something she'd been denying herself for years-her own wanton desires!
She moved back against the thrusting cock head now, pushing back against the deep thrusting piston of bony prick as it worked into the smooth heated muscle of her rectum, and she could feel the bristly pubic hairs and the wet slap of his testicles as they pressed against her well-rounded ass cheeks.
"Unnnnhh...." she moaned with abandonment, her lust now mounting and taking over her earlier reactions of pain and repulsion. She was beyond humiliation beyond torment and resistance. She'd given way once and for all ... and her asshole clenched around his prick with unspeakable desire ... she suddenly just had to have his cock! She needed it, needed it thrusting and pounding up her ass, and she wouldn't stop working back against him until he shot his heavy rich cream right up her tail!
"Alright, get a load of this, little girl," Bob Elliot hissed at Rachel's daughter. "Your Mom knows what's good for her, eh? Look at that ass working ... she's a real cock-lover, ain't she? Deep down inside all you bitches really need is a couple of good hard cocks fucking you and, well ... you're home free, eh!"
Down below Bob Elliot's son took to slamming his prick upwards in stronger and stiffer strokes. He could feel his father's prick practically bursting out through the thin separating membrane between asshole and pussy. "Dad ... Dad...." he moaned delerious with lechery, "I don't think I can wait much longer ... I don't think I can hold off...."
"Just a little longer, son," said Bob Elliot. "Give her a couple more shots and then we'll finish her off!"
Rachel's mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strangely perverted notions and sensations. A gurgling moan of savage passion spilled from her lips as she pushed back harder still, skewering herself masochistically on the hurtful cock which was like a rock-hard pike inside her rectum. She thought it was as big and sensational a thing as a telephone pole, and she saw her buttocks in her mind's eye clenching at it ... climbing it ... getting to the top of it! "Uuuugggghhhh ... Gaaaa-wwwwwwdddd...." she hissed, her asshole now feeling like it was a foot wide. She was stretched around the hard-working stiffened penis, and she could feel every bony inch of him inside her, her naked rubbery rectum gripping him so tightly that she could even feel the tiny blue-veined ridges in his penis as it slid wetly in and out of her asshole.
Down below, his prick still bulging inside her clinging wet vaginal folds, Tim's cock was working like a super-charged locomotive, filling her tunnel with a saucy steam, preparing for a sharp, definite cum! For an instant, she thought she could feel the needle-fine spritz of his pre-orgasmic seminal fluid splashing against one of her delicately sensitive vaginal walls.
Her groans turned to a high-pitched animalish cry of arousal, and she began to squirm frenziedly and to grind backwards at the unnatural but wildly erotic ravishment of her buttocks. Her breasts were swinging free and wild as she picked herself up and worked her body between the father-son fuck-team. They could feel the rising heat of approaching orgasm radiating from her galvanized flesh.
Suddenly she raised her head and arched her back in a strange, mad contortion of consuming lust, and Tim Elliot could see in her eyes the final proof of her ultimate ecstasy. "Hey, Dad," he moaned softly, "I think she's just about ready ... I mean, her eyes ... you should see her ... she's-"
"Ooooohhhh, damn, damn ... yes, yes! I love it!" she moaned. "Oh, she's ready, Tim," she said to the young boy. "Oh, yes, she's so-oo ready! I love these two big dicks! Fuck me, you two! Oh, what a team! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me. Yes ... fuck me ... Make me cummmmmmmmmm-mmmm ...!" She looked sideways and saw her daughter watching wide-eyed. "Come here, darling Michelle. Come here and suck on your mother's breasts. Come here, honey ... come on...."
Michelle, trance-like, naked, joined the debauchery, leaning down between her mother's body and Tim's chest, turning her head upwards and taking one of her mother's ripe, red nipples and part of the big, resilient breast into her mouth. She gobbled at it, tonguing it with her lips and her tongue, working it like a baby at a teat.
"Mmmmmm, suck, Michelle," hummed the girl's mother. "Fuck and suck ... fuck and suck me, you three ... really make me ... Oo-oh ... Ooooo-ooohhh ... make me ... cu-cu-cummmmmm-mmm...."
Suddenly it was no longer Tim and Bob who set the fuck-rhythm but Rachel herself. Her hips were flashing and moving so quickly that they looked silvery. She was sliding back and forth, pounding her two holes up and down on the two hard cocks, looking for her final ecstatic sensuous salvation. She was grinding for it, pumping down and then up and back and forth. Her mouth was half-open and her tongue was in one corner as she lecherously panted for the last, hot bit of her climb to climax. She could just about taste it, and she was growling animalishly, trying to get at it. "I want to ... cummmmm," she begged to no one in particular. "I want ... I wa-wa-want to ... cummmm ... uuu-hhhhh ... "
She stopped and looked down at Tim and said softly, "Oh, just a little more ... just a little more cock and then-Uuhhhh!" She labored hard, pressing down at the one cock and then reaching back with her clasping rectum for the other ... and then, flinging her hips suddenly faster than ever before, so fast that she was on no cock and on both cocks at once, she rocked herself into a final ravishment of ultimate depravity and total bliss!
"AHHHHHHHHHH ... FFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK YOOOOOUUUUUU...." she screeched in wanton abandonment. "I'M CUM ... I'M CUMMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGG...!"
Simultaneously the two men, father and son, let loose with their throbbing, lust-churned ejaculations; spraying her twin orifices with huge streams of boiling cum, filling her until the stuff dripped and mixed under her in a massive puddle. They poured their plentiful cream into her pussy and her asshole, and her daughter continued sucking her breast, licking the nipple, while Rachel herself wiggled in lusty, snake-like flesh dance celebrating her complete and total freedom ... the freedom of a multiple orgasm climax ...!
It seemed like a long, long time before she opened her eyes. She didn't remember the exact end to the incredible ecstasy and bliss she'd felt from the twin cock assault on her pelvis, but she knew that she would never again have something so intense for her pleasure.
She looked slowly around the room and saw that Tim and Bob were sleeping like babies. Michelle was on the floor, also asleep. The young girl had a small, Madonna-like smile on her face, and a rivulet of milky semen was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Rachel smiled happily. It seemed that everyone, one way or another, was getting what they wanted.
What more could a mother ask for? She smiled and lay down wondering how she and her daughter might arrange to spend just a little more time with the incredible father-son team....
