Some women have found themselves completely bypassed by the cultural revolution which has swept across the face of the nation in the past decade. While some have successfully entered the job market or climbed the corporate ladder through their own efforts and determination, others have stayed at home, sticking to traditional roles and in doing so, have been cast into the parts of social misfits.
Under such conditions, it is not surprising that these women find themselves drifting into behavior patterns which they would have once found totally unacceptable, playing out parts in strange sexual fantasies.
In DADDY-LOVING WIFE, Sharon Timms, a housewife who exists in her own world of sexual fantasies, is suddenly bombarded by the real world in the form of a father she has not seen for many years. She never wants to see her father, though she cannot explain why, not even to herself, but, urged on by her husband, she finally does agree to see him-and she learns why she has avoided him all these years.
The onslaught of the real world, though, does not keep Sharon from having the fantasies of every frustrated housewife, nor from carrying them out. In the end, however, she learns that there is a piper to be paid.
DADDY-LOVING WIFE-a novel of fantasies and realities, of how one woman copes with the hardships and frustrations of the modern world. Not every woman's story, but that of some.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Timms felt nothing but disgust for her husband, Bob, at that moment. His idea of a wild party was to get half plastered, make eyes at every attractive woman and eventually pass out on the couch. He had passed out already and it was only a little past ten. He was snoring happily and she could have killed him at that moment.
Sharon looked around at the people who were at the party. There were only a few she knew. The rest were business friends of her husband. A lot of the men were middle aged and showing it. Most of them stood ogling her.
Sharon knew she was the most attractive woman at the party. She fought to keep herself attractive. She was a tall, well built redhead and she exercised regularly to keep her body in fit condition. Not that her husband cared when he was passed out on the couch.
"Damn," Sharon said softly.
Sharon didn't see any reason in hanging around the party. It was getting to be really dull and it was only a few minutes' walk to her front door. She told the few people she knew goodbye and left her husband snoring happily on the couch. She was surprised to find out that it was a cold evening and that she had left her coat inside. She turned back to get it when a nice-looking young man stepped out the door. He was holding her coat.
She knew she had never met him before or she would have remembered. He was nearly as tall as she was and he was a few years younger. He looked like a college type. He handed her coat to her.
"Mother thought you might be cold," he said.
"Mother?" she asked, astounded. "You mean Pamela is your mother? I can't believe it."
"It's true," he said. "Of course, mom likes to tell everybody that I look older than I am."
She remembered that Pamela was divorced and that she had a son by her first husband. She hadn't expected him to be quite so good looking.
"You must be Ron," she said.
"Yes and you're Sharon."
"Oh, you know my name?" she asked, laughing.
"I know quite a lot about you," he said. "I wanted to know things about you from the first moment I looked at you."
She blushed a little as she put on her coat. She saw his eyes looking down the front of her gown. For some reason she was tempted to hold the coat apart and let him look down her gown all he wanted. At least it made her feel good that this young man would want a glimpse of her shapely tits.
"I'd better walk you home," Ron said.
"Perhaps you'd better," she said.
It seemed only natural that he do so.
Sharon knew she was taking a chance. She would be thirty years old on her birthday. She was a happily married woman of good standing in her community. It probably wasn't a good idea for this handsome young man to walk her home.
"So how long will you be here?" she asked him.
"This is my last night," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm going to Europe this summer. I've always wanted to go and mom is paying for it. The trip starts early in the morning."
"I bet you'll enjoy that," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "I know I will. But I am going to miss something about this place."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Your early morning swims," he said.
She stopped short and she couldn't get her breath for a moment. Nobody knew about her early morning swims. She usually got up before daylight and she would take a naked dip in the pool before breakfast. She didn't think it was dangerous because there was a high redwood fence around her back yard.
"How did you know about those?" she asked.
"I'm also an early riser and my bedroom is just above your fence. You can barely see the pool but you can see enough. It's a shame you always went swimming in the dark. It was damned frustrating to know you were naked but I couldn't see you."
"You're a peeping torn," she said.
"I know and I love it," he said.
She was trying to keep their talk from getting serious but she knew she was failing. There was something about this young man that attracted her. Also, there was the knowledge that he would be gone the next day. She wondered if he was smart enough to realize what might be going through her mind.
"I am sure going to miss those swims," he said.
She stopped in front of her house. She knew he was beside her as she walked up the path. She fumbled with her key in the lock. He had to take it away from her and open the door. She knew what was going to happen if she let him inside. She had never been unfaithful to her husband. She couldn't start now. She turned quickly and took his hand. She gave him a firm handshake.
"I really hope you enjoy your trip," she said.
She didn't realize how fast he could move. His arms were around her in a moment and he was pulling her close to his body. His lips were open as he kissed her. His lips tasted hot and hungry. She kept her body frozen for a moment, but then all of her pent-up hunger and frustration with her husband came bubbling to the surface. She wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him back.
"This is insane," she said, breaking off the kiss.
"It sure is," he said. "We could get caught standing on the porch. Let's go inside."
That wasn't what she had had in mind, but she couldn't stop him as he pushed her inside the dark hallway. He pushed her against the wall and shut the door with his foot. It was dark in the house, but he knew where to find what he was after. His hands slipped around her waist. He moved his fingers down to cup her ass-cheeks. His lips covered hers again and he started stabbing his tongue into her mouth.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.
But she knew he wasn't going to stop and that she wasn't going to stop him. His tongue started ramming in and out of her mouth. His tongue was like a fiery dagger. She couldn't get away from it. She tasted his spit. His hands were hot as he squeezed her luscious ass.
"Oh shit," she said. "Let's go to the bedroom." She took his hand and led him up the stairs. She had made up her mind and nothing was going to stop her now. The young man would be gone the next day. There would be no risk of any further entanglement. Any other time she would have slapped his face. Tonight she needed the type of love he could give her.
They stepped into the bedroom and his arms were around her again. He felt so muscular. He pushed her over toward the bed. Her coat fell open and he was ogling her tits again as he pushed her down on the bed.
"You have beautiful tits," he told her. "That gown really shows them off. I thought your tits were going to fall out a couple of times tonight."
He already had his hands on her shoulders and now he moved them down until he could slip them into the front of her low-cut gown. He lifted her tits out easily. She gasped as his fingers covered her luscious titty-mounds. It felt so different to have some man other than her husband playing with her tits.
"So big and round and nice," Ron said. "You've got beautiful tits, baby. Really beautiful!"
Ron's hands covered them. He brushed his fingertips over the nipples and she arched her back. Her nipples felt so hot and swollen. Just the touch of his fingers seemed to send shivers of pleasure through her.
"So very nice," Ron said.
Ron was stripping her gown down. He had the garment down to her waist and she lifted her hips so that he could pull it the rest of the way off. Tonight she had worn only her panties underneath. They were flimsy green panties that did little to hide the curly red mass of cunt hairs between her legs.
"A natural redhead with a red cunt," Ron said, as if he couldn't believe it. "Shit, I never thought I'd be so lucky."
There was no way she was going to stop him as he started pulling her panties down her legs. She lifted up and allowed him to pull them off. She spread her legs and she knew he was looking straight into the pink flesh of her cunt.
"Beautiful," he groaned. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Ron climbed on the bed with her. He kissed her mouth hard.
She started sucking on his tongue. She may have never been unfaithful to her husband before, but this time she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She brushed her hands down his body and almost slipped one hand between them to feel his cock. She lost her nerve at the last moment, but she knew she was going to touch his prick sooner or later. , "So fucking gorgeous," Ron said again. "You've got a body right out of a centerfold."
His comments made her hotter. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly against her. It was strange to feel his young, muscular body against hers. He moved so that his chest was leaning against her titties, almost mashing them flat.
She felt the nervous ripples going all the way down to her cunt. Her legs were spread and she was shocked when his hand slipped between them. He let two of his fingers slide into her cunt. He started fucking his fingers in and out and it made her crazy. She spread her legs a little wider and another finger slipped inside.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "You're making me hot. You're making me so hot, baby."
She put her hand on the back of his head and started pushing his face down to her tits. It made her even hotter to have her tits sucked on.
His wet tongue moved down the front of her body until he was almost touching one nipple. He teased her a little. He didn't put his tongue on her nipple right away. Instead he moved his tongue all around her throbbing nipple until she was nearly screaming with pleasure. He finally opened his mouth and took one of her luscious nipples inside his mouth.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's what I fucking want. Oh yes, that feels so damned good!"
For some reason she felt like doing and saying things she'd never done with her husband. She wanted to behave like a whore. She could feel the hot juices boiling up in her and she was having trouble holding back.
"Suck my tits," she groaned. "You're making me feel good. Suck my tits!"
His mouth was like hot lava on her nipple. He sucked the hard bud deep into his throat. He moved his head back and forth like a dog chewing on a bone and it sent ripples of excitement all through her body. He moved his wet lips to her other nipple. He began nipping at her nipple with his teeth.
"Oh, that's so fucking good," she cried.
He kept sucking at her hot titties until he had them both almost covered with spit. He had them both throbbing with excitement. He let his hands brush over them as he got off the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You're not leaving. You can't leave yet."
"Take it easy, baby," Ron said. "I'm not leaving yet. I just want to get a little more comfortable!"
She couldn't take her eyes off him as he undressed. He had a well-developed muscular condition, just as she had thought. He looked as though he worked out regularly with weights. He stripped down to his shorts and then he moved back over to the bed.
"I'll let you take these off," he said.
Her heart was pounding. It was the moment of truth. She knew she was not going to refuse. She got to her knees on the bed. Her fingers trembled as she grasped his shorts and carefully eased them down over his rock-hard cock.
She tried not to stare at his prick as she helped him to ease his shorts off. She tried, but she had never seen a hard cock except for her husband's. She found her eyes being drawn back to his prick, she couldn't look away.
She moved her hands slowly up his strong thighs until she was nearly touching his cock. She was so frightened. She finally gathered up courage enough to put her hand on his prick. Her fingers laced around the base of his cock and she held on tightly.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "You are a magnificent stallion. I've never had one like yours."
She realized she was almost speaking nonsense but she was so afraid and so full of need at the same time. She knew it was going to feel wonderful to have his swollen cock inside her and she didn't want to waste anymore time. She needed to fuck. "Come on and fuck me," she moaned.
She pulled him back on the bed and on top of her. His hard cock touched at her inner thighs. His cockhead left a trail of sticky cum as he changed position, so his cockhead was pressing against her pussy. She squeezed his cock in her fingers as she fed his hot cockhead between her cunt lips. She spread her legs a little wider and she pushed up with her cunt. She kept feeding his cock with her fingers.
His weight came suddenly down on top of her and nearly knocked her breath out. He started pushing and his cock seemed to part her cunt-walls easily. He slid his cock into her like a knife, except that it felt so good. His prick went into her cunt, all the way to his heavy cum-filled balls.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's so good. You don't know how good that feels!"
He left his cock inside her cunt for a few moments without moving. His prick was throbbing and each throb seemed to send a matching throb through her body. Her heart pounded rapidly. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Don't be gentle. I need it hard and fast. Give me your cock, baby!"
Her hand was still between them and now she moved her fingers until she was touching his balls. She began stroking his heavy balls as she tried to get him to move. He laughed and finally started fucking his cock in and out of her. He fucked slowly, at first, as if he wanted to give her time to get used to his rock-hard prickshaft filling her steamy pussy.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned. "I like it when you fuck me harder. Don't treat me gentle. Fuck me like a whore!"
She lifted her legs and locked them around his back. She started moving her ass around so his cock would touch every part of her cunt walls. He had been strong-willed up to that point, but now he lost control of himself. He started ramming his cock into her just the way she wanted.
"That's it, you hot bastard," she moaned. "That's how I want it. Fuck me like a whore!"
He started fucking her exactly as she needed. His cock fucked in and out of her wet pussy like a piston. His huge cockhead started rubbing against her clitty and more wild excitement shot through her.
"This is what I need," she moaned. "Oh yes, this feels so good! This is how I need to be fucked!"
Her husband had always been so gentle with her. She could never get him to use his cock like a battering ram as Ron was doing now. Sometimes a woman needed it hard, as she did now. The pleasure was boiling in her belly and making her feel weak all over.
"Harder," she breathed. "I'm going to come. Oh yes, that's it. You're fucking me so good. You're going to make me come. I'm going to come!"
She wanted her climax to last much longer but it was still better than she would have thought. Her body seemed to split apart in a lot of different directions at once. She was shaking all over. She lifted up higher and took his prick even deeper into her pussy. Her pussy exploded over his cock in a flood of fuck juices.
He had been fucking her hard before, but now he started fucking his prick into her as fast as he could. His breathing was heavy in her ear. She started massaging his balls again. She didn't stop moving her ass as the last few spasms went through her and left her feeling exhausted. She still shook her pussy because she wanted this young man to remember her always. She wanted to be the best piece of ass he had ever had. She stroked his balls a little less gently.
"Oh shit," he cried. "I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fill up your fucking cunt. Oh shit, it's nice. It's so fucking nice. Oh, you fucking cuuuunt!"
He fucked into her one last time and stopped. He seemed to be holding his climax back as long as he could. He was trying to prolong the pleasure, but, finally, he could hold back no longer. His prick spat up hot wads of cum inside her.
She started moving her ass back and forth as she milked his cock dry.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, you were the best!"
She found herself thinking that she was glad this young man had to leave the next day, because she knew she would never be satisfied with just one fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon was the perfect wife for Bob for weeks after the incident with Ron. She had loved fucking Ron. She couldn't deny that. Ron had brought back feelings she had forgotten about. She also knew that she would never allow anything like that to happen again. Bob was a jerk sometimes, but most of the time he was a kind and very considerate man. She didn't want to lose him.
Usually, Bob was careful not to talk about subjects that hurt her, so she was surprised when Bob brought up the subject of her father as they dressed for dinner one Friday evening.
"I had a phone call today," Bob said slowly. "I thought you might want to hear about it."
"Oh?" she asked.
Sharon was wearing a green dress that shimmered and showed off her luscious curves. She had one leg up in a chair and she was showing off a lot of one creamy thigh as she fastened a garter that Bob enjoyed watching her wear. She knew that she was making him hot even now, when he had something serious on his mind.
"It was about Hank," Bob said.
She stiffened. Her father was the one subject she had never cared to talk about. Even now, the memory of him frightened her. She had been a little girl when Hank had gone away to prison, but the little girl in her still remembered him as a great hulk of a man who reminded her of a bear.
"Hank's going to be in town next week," Bob said. "He'd like to see you."
"No," she said.
"He's been out of jail now for nearly twelve years," Bob pointed out. "You still won't see him. You should forgive him."
"I don't have anything to forgive," Sharon said. "It's just that I'm frightened of him. You don't know what it was like."
"That's because you won't talk about it," Bob said.
She had no intentions of talking about it now. She didn't ever want to tell Bob about the thing that had happened that night. She still remembered walking down the hall and hearing her mother sobbing quietly. She didn't know what it was. She thought someone was hurting her mother. She opened the door and she saw Hank on top of her. He was digging his huge prick into her mother's cunt and her mother was sobbing. She realized now her mother had been crying out in pleasure but she hadn't known then. She had attacked her father. She had scratched and bitten and he had picked her up and held her above his head laughing.
"She thinks I'm hurting you, Mary," he said. "She's a little wildcat. I bet she has a wild pussy like her mother."
"Put her down, Hank," Mary cried. "Go on, honey. Your father's not hurting me. Really!"
And, all the time, Mary had kept bucking up as she tried to take her husband's huge cock even deeper into her pussy. She couldn't even stop when her own daughter was in the room. Later, her mother had admitted that there was something about Hank that made her virtually a slave. He could make her feel as no other man had ever made her feel. Mary would hit the ceiling every time he put that huge cock in her pussy.
Sharon shivered as she thought about it. She didn't know why, but a lot of times she dreamed about seeing her father's huge cock. A lot of times she woke up with her hand between her legs as she thought about him.
"Let's go," Bob said. "We're going to be late."
They had reservations at a posh nightclub downtown. Sharon enjoyed the supper, but she enjoyed playing with Bob's knee under the table even more. Now and then she would let her fingers trail up between his legs and touch his swollen cock.
"Come with me," she said, after they had finished their meals and Bob was working on his second cup of coffee.
"Where?" he asked.
"Just come on," she said.
They walked through the fancy restaurant and around to the hall where the restrooms were. It was a hall that was usually kept very busy, but there was nobody there now. Her heart was pounding as she pushed her husband against the wall.
"Kiss me." she said.
Her mouth was hungry for him. Bob was surprised at the way she stabbed her tongue into his mouth as soon as their mouths touched. She lifted her leg and moved it around him so that her cunt was touching his leg.
"Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I've always wanted to do this. That feels good!"
"Have you gone crazy," he said.
She didn't really know why she was doing what she was doing. Maybe she simply wanted to bring some more excitement into her life. She wanted him to know that she desired him. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing because his cock was getting hard.
"Oh yes," she said.
She reached between them and found his cock. Her fingers moved up and down the length of his prick and his cock grew even harder. They heard someone coming and broke apart. Sharon thought Bob looked a little sheepish as an elderly woman walked up the hall. Sharon only felt flustered. She wanted his cock.
"Let's get out of here," Sharon said.
"Oh shit yeah, baby," Bob said.
It had been a long time since she had seen Bob so excited. He paid the check in a hurry and left a big tip. She took his arm as they walked outside.
He didn't let her get into the car. The parking lot was dimly lit as he grabbed her and pressed her against their car. He started kissing her again. His mouth opened and he stabbed his tongue into her hot mouth. She wiggled her body against him. Her tits were already swollen and hard. She sucked at his tongue.
She was vaguely aware that there was someone watching, but she didn't care. There was someone sitting in a car near them. Bob didn't realize it. That someone was staying very silent and it didn't matter to her who watched them. She was kind of excited by the thought.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "You are making me feel good!"
His hands clutched her asscheeks tightly. She knew she had a good-looking ass which was really sensitive at that moment. His hands seemed to burn holes through her body. She pressed back against him as hard as she could. She put her hand between them and began stroking his cock once again.
She moved her leg again. She lifted slightly and turned so that her cunt mound was against his leg. A ripple of pleasure went through her. She moved a little more and her skirt slipped all the way up to her garter strap. The person in the car was getting a good view and she liked that.
Her husband was dry humping her. He was moving his body against her cunt like his cock was already sliding inside her. She started stroking his prick again. She started squeezing his cock with her fingertips, moving her hand down to his heavy balls.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "Your hands are so strong and hot!"
His fingers were beating a little rhythm on her hot asscheeks. She could sense that her husband was surprised by how hot she was acting, but she didn't care. She wanted this fuck to be different, to be really exciting. And knowing the man in the car was watching was making it exciting.
His hands pulled at her skirt. She pressed herself against him a little more so that she wouldn't be off balance. His hands tugged her dress up all the way in back. His hands slipped into her flimsy panties. He was touching her naked asscheeks.
She pushed herself back against his fingers. She thought she might pass out from the sudden rush of pleasure that went through her. She kept thinking that she was showing the man in the car her ass. A total stranger. This was better than a porno movie.
Her husband's fingers slipped into her ass-crack and started pushing at her tiny asshole. She pushed back against him a little more. His finger probed her asshole. Again the rush of pleasure was enough to make her lose her breath. Already her cunt was dripping with fuck juice.
She rubbed her body against him a little more. She was almost coming up off her feet and letting the front of her body brush down against him. His hard prick was obvious against her belly. She kept moving so that her cuntmound could rub against his prick. She didn't think she'd been so excited even with Ron.
"We'd better get in the car," Bob said.
"No," she whispered. "Here. Right here."
"But someone might come along," he protested.
"I don't give a damn," she said.
Bob was trying to ruin the mood but she wasn't going to let him. He was obviously unaware of the person who sat only a few feet away. That was good. She didn't want her husband to know that part of her excitement was because of someone else watching.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Let's be daring for a change. Let's do something crazy! Besides, I don't think I can wait. You've got me so hot!"
That last part did it. No man could refuse a woman who was so obviously turned on by him. Bob took her back into his arms again and this time there wasn't any hesitation. He started sliding his hands in and out of her panties. He kissed her mouth and she began sucking on his tongue.
For a long while they just stood there, kissing as the passions built up in their bodies. They were both getting excited by the danger of what they were doing.
"Oh, you're making me so hot," she groaned.
She reached between them and traced the outline of his cock in his trousers. He was obviously hot. His prick was pushing against the front of his trousers, almost like it was trying to break free.
"Let me take it out," she whispered. "Let me feel it in my hand. It feels so hard!"
He wasn't stopping her. Her fingers found his zipper and pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside his trousers. His rigid prick was bunched in his shorts. She finally managed to get her fingers inside to touch his bare cockflesh. His cock felt wet and sticky and she realized that his prick had already been leaking in excitement.
She couldn't really get hold of his cock the way she wanted. She took her hand out of his trousers and undid his belt buckle. She pulled his trousers down and then eased his shorts down. She could get them down to his knees only, but that didn't matter-she had freed his cock and balls for her playful fingers.
"Oh yes," she said. "Your cock feels so big and hard. It feels so ready for my cunt!"
She wrapped her fingers around his swollen prick. She moved her hand up and down the length of his cock until his prick felt harder than a steel rod. Her fingers went down to his balls and she started stroking them. They felt so heavy with his cum. This was good for her husband also. He had not been this excited in a long time, if he had ever really been this excited.
Her slim fingers moved back up the length of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his cockpole tightly. Her fingers moved up and down until some more of his sticky cum leaked out and wet her fingers.
"You're so excited," she whispered. "Oh, your cock is jumping in my fingers. It's so ready."
With her hand on his cock, her husband was no longer worried about anyone coming around. He lost control of himself as he put his hands on her shoulders and peeled down the flimsy straps of her dress. Her naked tits came into view and he stopped for a moment. He ogled her shapely titty-flesh. She knew her tits looked even more pale colored in the light from the streetlights. Also, her tits had never felt so big and swollen before.
She tightened her hand on his cock and started moving her hand up and down a little faster. Her fingers ran over the head of his cock and she could feel a little more of his sticky cum. Giving him a hand-job was something she had also never done. She had always considered it a waste to play with his cock when her pussy was ready and waiting. Now she wondered why she had wasted so much time. Playing with a man's cock was exciting. Feeling all that power in her fingers was enough to make her come without anyone touching her.
"You've got beautiful tits," her husband said. "So fucking big. I've always thought your tits were beautiful!"
"Prove it to me, then," she whispered. She put her hand behind his head. She pulled his face down to her swollen tits.
His lips gently touched her nipple.
"Don't be gentle, baby," she whispered. "Don't be gentle. Suck my tits hard!"
This was the problem she had always had with her husband. He always treated her so gently, as if she would break. Now his lips touched her swollen nipple. He sucked gently but that was not what she wanted.
She wondered if the man in the car would suck so gently. The thought of that sent a shiver through her. She tugged harder on the back of her husband's head as if that would pull his mouth open wider and more of her titty-flesh would slide inside. She felt his teeth scrape her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's what I want. Oh yes!"
He began sucking a little harder. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was satisfactory for the moment. At the same time, she was moving her fingers up and down the length of his cock. His cock seemed to get harder every moment and suddenly she couldn't wait to have his prick inside her hungry cunt.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I need your cock. I want to be fucked!"
She pushed him away long enough to pull her skirt all the way up and then work her panties down. Her legs spread open wide and he moved between them. In that position he could only rub his cock-knob against the lips of her cunt. She had to have more than that. She jumped up on the car front. She reached down and carefully guided the head of his cock into her pussy. She moved against him and then down and suddenly his big cock was sliding into her wet fuckhole.
"Oh yes," she groaned. "That's it. That's what I fucking want. Oh fucking yes!"
Now was the time for her husband to brutally fuck his big cock into her cunt. She should have known better. Bob was uncomfortable with the position and he had never been the pounding type.
"Come on, baby," she groaned. "Come on and hump me. I want to feel your cock ramming me. Give it to me good!"
Nothing could make Bob fuck her harder. He kept fucking her with the same steady pace. His cock was deep enough and hard enough, but his fucking lacked something. She wasn't sure what it was, but he was certainly lacking something.
She tried to do it herself. She started lifting up and coming down hard on his cock. She was taking his swollen prick-knob deep inside her cunt and then she was squeezing her cunt muscles. Her movements would have driven another man crazy. Bob increased the pace of his fuck-strokes only slightly.
"Harder," she groaned. "Fuck me harder! Give it to me good. I want it hard!"
She was begging him but he wasn't giving her what she needed. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the man watching them, but even that wasn't enough. She could sense her husband's growing excitement and she knew he was going to come before she did.
The thought of that made her panic. She went cold for a moment. She dug her fingernails into his back to try and make him angry, to make him ram his cock home. Nothing helped. He was fucking her only a little faster as he was getting close to his coming.
"Please don't come," she whispered. "Treat me like a whore, Bob. Please don't come. Don't come. Make me happy!"
It was already too late. He started fucking her a little harder and faster and she could feel his dripping pre-cum. There was no way she could hold back the flood of his cum.
"I'm sorry, baby," he groaned. "I'm sorry. I've got to come. I've got to fucking come. I'm sorry. Oh shiiiiit!"
Bob fucked her deep and his prick started spurting hot cum into her pussy. She scratched his back again, but this time in frustration. She couldn't believe that he couldn't have waited a few more minutes. She was sure he could have made her come if he'd tried.
Bob's cock started slipping out of her pussy, although she tried to close her cunt walls to keep his prick inside her. Finally, his cock slipped all the way out and there was nothing more she could feel. She wished she had never started the parking lot fuck. She hadn't expected to go home frustrated.
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon was in for a shock. All the while, she'd kept her eyes closed. Now she opened -them. Standing behind her husband was a tall, uniformed man. He carried a flashlight and she could see him grinning from ear to ear. She hadn't expected them to meet a policeman.
"I'll be damned," the policeman said. "It's looking better all the time. I got two parking lot exhibitionists to run in tonight."
"You don't understand, officer," Bob said, as he tried to stuff his prick back into his trousers while trying to cover up Sharon's tits with the other. "You see, we're married."
"That's what they all say," the policeman said.
"But it's true with us," Sharon said. "See, here's my ring. We really are married."
"Then that makes it even sicker," the policeman said. "You couldn't even wait until you got home. I'm going to run you both in!"
Sharon could see he meant it. There would be no chance to reason with this man.
She was frantically tucking her tits back into the front of her gown and she could see him grinning lewdly. She didn't like the way Bob held his body so tensely. She didn't want him to get into some fight with a policeman.
"It'll be all right, Bob," she said. "He'll just take us to the station and we'll pay a fine or something."
"Sure," Bob said. She noticed a second man approaching. This man wasn't dressed in a uniform but he had the look of a policeman. He had a hard face and flinty eyes. His eyes swept over her as he walked closer and suddenly Sharon was sure that he was the man who had been in the car watching them.
"What's the problem, Mac?" the man said.
"Oh, it's you, sir," the policeman said. "I was just about to drive these two in for indecent exposure."
"You can't take them both," the man said. "I'll have to take one of them. We can't let a man and woman travel in the same car. It's against policy."
"Yeah," the policeman said. "I didn't think about that, sir!"
"I'll take the woman," the man said.
"Now wait a moment," Bob said.
"Just relax, mister. It's for your own safety and department policy is department policy."
Bob may have been going to say something else but the older policeman grabbed her arm and pulled her away, so she never clearly heard his words. She heard Bob protesting loudly but his voice grew fainter as she was led through the parked cars. Sharon had known all along that the man was going to take her. She had a feeling about this man.
"My name's Ed Norman," he said. "Detective Ed Norman. What do they call you?"
"Sharon Timms," she said.
"Don't you know better than to pull off your panties in a public place, Sharon?" he asked. "You can get into a lot of trouble for a thing like that. As well as getting your husband into trouble. I don't think he's the type to like jail. Especially on a Friday night."
She hadn't thought of them both ending up in jail. She hadn't thought about it very much at all. Now she was feeling a little unsure of herself as Ed opened the door of his car.
"Get in," he said. "I don't think I need to put the handcuffs on you."
"Are you really going to take me to jail?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered. "But you really don't have to worry. There usually aren't any women on Friday night. Your husband, now. He might not be a virgin when you see him again."
She felt a growing horror. "You can't mean to put him in with a bunch of animals."
"That's who usually goes to jail," he said.
She was really scared. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she couldn't let her husband go to jail. That was horrible. She looked at him imploringly.
"Please don't let my husband go to jail," she said. "It was all my fault."
"I agree," he said.
"So you were watching," she said. "I thought it was you."
He laughed. "And I knew you were the type who would know. I just don't understand how your husband couldn't understand what you wanted. You wanted to be a whore tonight, baby. You wanted to be treated like a cunt and he treated you like a lady."
"Yes," she said, almost blushing. She looked down at the pavement. "I bet you'd know how to treat me."
She didn't have to say anything else. He understood the bargain she was trying to make and he was more than willing. He reached in and gripped her titty savagely. His hand hurt her. He pinched her nipple and that also hurt. The funny part was that it sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
"All right," he said. "You do what I want and I'll call and see that your husband is taken home. Later, I'll drop you off and you can say that we decided to let you both go with just a warning. Agreed?"
"Agreed," she said.
He took her hand and she meekly followed him through the crowd of cars toward the restaurant. He led her around back. He opened a door and she found herself in some kind of laundry room.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said. "I'll take care of your husband first and then I'll come back and take care of you."
She shivered. There was something in his words that made her sure he could take care of her like no man ever had before. She got down some table cloths and made herself a comfortable bed on the floor. He was back in a few moments. She was stripping off her dress.
"That's what I like," he said, kicking the door shut behind him. "I like a no-nonsense type of girl!"
She pulled off her dress and folded it neatly. She wasn't wearing anything but the green garter belt she had put on that evening. Her stockings had runs in a couple of places. A pair of stockings would never stand up to being fucked on the hood of a car. He didn't look like he cared about the runs as his eyes moved down her lush body.
"Play with your tits," he said. "I want to see you make them hot and hard!"
There was something in his voice that demanded instant obedience. She moved her hands down the front of her body. Her fingers circled her tits and she started massaging them softly. She gasped as she felt how hot her own fingers made her tits. She found herself closing her thighs together as the excitement made her itch.
"Put one hand between your legs," he said. "Play with your hot pussy. Play with yourself, cunt. Like you do at home!"
She could tell he was trying to degrade her, but that didn't matter. He was making her hot and she knew he was capable of satisfying her itch. Ed wouldn't be gentle with her.
She watched him start to undress as her fingers went between her legs. She had never seen a man quite like him. He was very strong and muscular and his cock was just like him. His prick didn't look as long as her husband's but she was certain that he knew how to use what he had. Just her first glance of his hairy body told her that.
"Put your fingers in your cunt, bitch," he said roughly.
She slid a finger into her pussy as he got down on the floor beside her. He covered one of her tits with his heavy hand. He pressed down on her tit until he was hurting her. He lifted his hand and then twisted her nipple until it hurt. She cried out in pain and pleasure. She pushed her tits up.
"Yeah, you're the type who likes this sort of thing," he said. "I thought you might be. Your husband just doesn't know how to satisfy a woman like you!"
He bent down and took one of her nipples inside his mouth. At first, she thought he was going to give her the same gentle sucking her husband had. He did for a moment, then his mouth opened wide and he brutally sucked her titty-flesh into his mouth. He let his teeth scrape across her swollen titty and that made her body jerk with pleasure. He started scraping her nipple with his teeth. A couple of times he bit down hard enough to hurt.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh, that does feel good. Oh, suck my hot tits like that!"
Her husband had sometimes made her hot, but this man was taking the heat a little farther. He started moving his hungry mouth from one tit to the other while he kept sucking and biting savagely.
"You're going to like it with me," he said. "I'm a fucking animal and I'm going to treat you like the whore you are!"
She shivered all over. She was positive that he could do exactly what he said. His mouth was back on her nipples. He sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth and began to bite hard. At the same time, he moved his rough hand down between her legs. He jerked her hand away from her pussy and put his own hand there. It felt almost strange to have his rough finger probing at her cunthole.
"Move that hot ass for me," he said. "Show me how much you fucking love it. Move that hot ass for me."
She started lifting up and pushing her cunt against his finger. Her cunt was already dripping fuck juice and she was getting hotter by the second. She was squirming all over the floor as she tried to get his finger even deeper inside her cunt. Maybe it was wrong of her to think so, but she was glad the policeman had come along. She knew Ed Norman was a man who could give her what she needed.
"Grab my cock, bitch," he said. "Show me how much you fucking love my prick!"
Her fingers went immediately to his stumpy cock. There was no hesitation about her as she laced her fingers around his massive cock. The skin of his cock felt slimy with his dripping pre-cum. His cock felt as hard as rock.
She tightened her grip and she moved her hand up and down a little. More of his cum dripped over her fingers. She worked her hand faster and she could feel a sense of power going through her. She loved playing with a man's cock. She leaned her body against him and kissed his mouth. He tasted of the beer he had been drinking. He had a different taste from her husband and from Ron. She could almost taste the life of sin and corruption that this man had to see every day. It made her hot as hell.
She started pushing her tongue frantically into his mouth. Her pussy was getting hotter by the moment. She started moving her fingers up and down the length of his cock. Her body pressed against his a little more. He let his hands slide up to caress her big tits. Again he started savagely pinching her nipples but she didn't mind that.
"Oh yes," she whispered. "I like that. Oh shit, you are making me so fucking hot!"
She couldn't help the hunger in her body. All thoughts of her husband had vanished. She moved over this man's body. She was on top of him and she was squirming hotly against him. She enjoyed the scratch of his chest against her titties. She rubbed them harder against his chest.
"You're making me hot," she moaned. "You're making me so hot. Oh shit, this is what I need!"
His hard, throbbing prick was against her belly. She started moving her cunt around until she was sure he could feel her fuck juices dripping out. She reached down and grabbed his cock. She lifted her ass up and carefully put his cock against her cunt.
"I want to put it in," she said. "I need your cock bad. I want to put it in."
"Help yourself, bitch," he said.
She cried out in pleasure as she spread her legs a little wider and started settling down on his prick. She managed to get his cockhead inside herself. That part was easy. She had to stop there for a moment because his stubby cockhead was really stretching her cunt. His cock might not have been very long, but sure was fat. She took a couple of deep breaths and then settled down on his prick all the way. She had his thick cock all the way inside her pussy.
"Oh, that feels so damn fucking nice," she gasped. "Oh, that does feel nice!"
His hands slid up the front of her body and he grabbed her tits. He started massaging them with his fingers so roughly that she felt like he was bruising her. She started bouncing a little. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She straightened up completely and thought that she had never felt a cock so deep inside her before.
"Oh, that does feel so fucking nice," she gasped.
She had never thought that men could be so different but each one she had fucked lately seemed different. She began to bounce again and it felt like she was taking his swollen prick-knob all the way into her belly.
"Shit, what a fucking piece of ass," Ed groaned. "Bounce like that, baby. Keep bouncing like that!"
Her husband had made her so hot and now Ed was scratching that hot itch. She couldn't seem to get his cock deep enough inside her as she twisted and squirmed with pleasure. She kept tightening up her cunt walls around his prick as if she was trying to drain him dry.
"Bounce harder, baby," he groaned. "Bounce harder!"
She began to bounce up and down like she was trying to put out a fire with her pussy. His hands mauled her tits. She thought he was trying to twist them off. She couldn't stay straight up anymore. She dropped down to where her tits crushed his chest. She kissed his mouth and sucked at his fat tongue.
"Oh, baby," she whispered.
He was rolling her over. This was what she had come for. Her legs spread wide and he was on top of her. He stayed still for a moment as he settled his weight down on top of her. His heavy weight crushed her titties flat and cut off her breath. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that she felt good.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Now fuck me good. Fuck me like an animal. Give me what I need so bad!"
Ed wasn't anything like her husband. She realized that with his first few thrusts. He wasn't trying to treat her like a lady. His cock seemed even bigger as he fucked his prick into her pussy hard enough to make her teeth rattle.
"Lift your legs, cunt," he said. "Put them around my back!"
She raised her long legs and gasped as his prick seemed to slide even deeper with his next thrust. She felt like she was going to break apart as she wrapped her legs around his back. She started lifting her ass to match his thrusts.
"All right, bitch," Ed groaned. "Now I'm going to show what it's like to get really fucked!"
He had been just teasing her with his cock up to that point. He really hadn't gotten violent. Now he got savage. He started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. His huge balls felt like hard rocks slamming into her. She was sure his fucking was going to bruise her body all over.
"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh shit, I've never had it like this before."
"You'll never have it this way again," he promised her.
He was giving her more than she needed. She knew he was going to drive his cock through her body and out her asshole. He was punishing her with his prick. Ron hadn't been this violent. She wasn't sure if any other man could be.
"Raise your ass high," he demanded. "That's it, bitch. Yeah, use your fucking cunt like that. Tighten up on me. Move your hot cunt ass. Move it!"
She only barely heard his words as she kept lifting up her ass for him. She was taking his prick even deeper into her wet pussy. She didn't know how. It felt like his cock had grown another inch. There was boiling lava in her belly and she knew she couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Your big damn cock feels so good. It's making me come. Oh shit, baby. Oh fucking shit! Oh shit! Oh fucking shiiiiit!"
Her body twisted and turned in what seemed like a dozen different directions. Her cunt started flooding his cock with fuck juices, but he didn't care if she were coming or not. He didn't even slow down as her cunt went into spasms around his cock. He kept battering at her pussy with his thick cock. She knew she was going to be sore, but it was a soreness she welcomed. This was exactly how she wanted to feel.
"Now come in me," she moaned. "I want to feel your cum in my pussy. Come in me, baby. Please come in me!"
"You little bitch," he groaned. "I'll come in you. I'll shoot my wad up your cunt. I'll fill you up. You hot little bitch. You sweet fucking little cunt. Oh shit. Oh fuuuuuck, I'm coming!"
He rammed her deep and stopped. It took her a second, but then she could feel his hot cum squirting into her pussy. His prick spurted what seemed like a gallon of cum. Spunk was dripping out of her pussy and wetting her thighs. Jizz was dripping between her legs and ass cheeks. She kept moving her ass around as she tried to drain his cock dry.
"You sweet piece of ass," he groaned. "You fucking sweet piece of ass!"
It was a few moments before he had recovered enough to get off of her. Neither of them had anything to say as they dressed. She thought she should feel guilty but she didn't. Damn, she had enjoyed it.
It wasn't her fault if her husband couldn't give her what she needed. Was it?
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon hated herself for allowing Bob to talk her into seeing her father again. Yet, things had been a little strained with Bob after the parking lot incident and it was no time to be fighting with him. She was sure he was a little suspicious about what had really happened that night.
Yet, she knew damn well she didn't want to see her father again. She had gotten up that morning and dressed in one of her nicest-looking outfits. It was a green outfit that she thought looked good on her. It was a very conservative business-looking outfit. The skirt was cut well below her knees and the blouse was frilly but not very sexy. She wore a green jacket over it. She did her hair up in the most severe fashion she could think of.
She tried to make herself look mousy, but she wasn't being egotistical when she admitted that it was hard to make her lush figure look mousy. She filled out whatever clothes she wore.
Hank had given Bob the address of where he was staying when he'd called, but Sharon hadn't needed the address. Hank was staying with her cousin Elizabeth. Elizabeth was someone she hadn't seen in a couple of years. She had never liked Elizabeth very much.
Elizabeth was a large-titted blonde who liked to show herself off. The last time Sharon had seen her, the older woman had been getting slightly plump and trying hard to hold onto her youth. She had been wearing clothes tight enough to show every bulge and she had flirted with every man in sight. Her husband was quite well off but he was a lot older and stayed out of town a great deal. Elizabeth was not one of Sharon's favorite people.
But she understood why her father had decided to stay with Elizabeth instead of anybody else. Elizabeth had always been friendly with her parents, especially with her father. Elizabeth had missed him more than Sharon when he had finally been sent to prison. A couple of times Elizabeth had visited him since he had been out of prison. Elizabeth was more of a daughter to him than Sharon was.
Hank didn't know Sharon was coming. Bob had said she might come by but he wasn't sure when. Sharon was appreciative of that. She didn't want to be forced to see Hank if she couldn't handle it. She wanted to be able to run away if she had to.
She drove across town to the very rich section where Elizabeth lived. Elizabeth's home was large and there were two expensive-looking cars parked out front. One of the cars was a pale yellow, which looked tacky and Sharon was automatically sure it was Elizabeth's car. Elizabeth had no taste.
At that moment, Sharon's legs felt wooden and she almost backed out. She took a couple of deep breaths and somehow managed to stumble up to the front door. Her heart was hammering so that she hardly heard her timid knock. She knocked again but there was no answer.
She breathed a sigh of relief. There was nobody home. She could tell Bob that she had tried. Almost immediately she knew that Bob would never accept that. She would have to make the trip again. She knocked again, a little harder. There was still no answer.
She decided she would walk around back to where the pool area was. She knew that Elizabeth sometimes played her music loud while she was lounging by the pool.
She was right. She heard the loud music even before she came around the corner of the house. She felt her palms getting sweaty as she opened the large redwood fence. She heard Elizabeth's loud and vulgar laughter.
She had to get the confrontation over with, though. She started to walk right out into the back yard. Instead, something made her hold back. She felt uneasy. She knew it was kind of stupid, but she found herself just peeking around the corner.
It had been a few years but she recognized her father immediately and a feeling went through her that she couldn't explain. He had always been a great hairy bear to her and he hadn't changed at all. He was lying stretched out by the pool with just his swim trunks on. He was still the biggest man she had ever seen. His body was thickly muscled and he had a mass of thick black chest hairs. Her palms really sweated with the memories the sight of her father brought back.
"Here's your drink, darling," Elizabeth said.
Elizabeth had been hidden from view up until that moment. Now she stepped outside of the bath house and Sharon gasped. Elizabeth had nothing on but the bottoms of her yellow bikini. Her enormous creamy white tits were free to bob and jiggle as she walked. Sharon had always thought that Elizabeth was plump but Sharon could now see that she had a more slender waist than she had thought, that it was just her tits that were so huge.
Hank rolled over and took his drink. He didn't seem shocked at how Sharon was dressed. Sharon was suddenly sure that the two of them had often been like this with each other.
"Don't worry about Sharon," Elizabeth said. "She'll come to see you sooner or later."
"I'm not worried," Hank said. "That's up to her. I kind of wonder what she looks like, though. I wonder if she looks like her mother did at that age."
"She's very attractive," Elizabeth said. "And she's got all that naturally yummy red hair."
"How about her tits?" Hank asked. "Does she have tits like yours?"
"Nobody's got tits like mine," Elizabeth said.
Sharon was shocked, not only by the language but by the casual way they behaved around each other. She turned away. It was almost like they were lovers instead of being related. And Sharon didn't like her father's casual reference to her tits. It brought back too many memories.
She knew she shouldn't stay. She heard Elizabeth's low, throaty moan of pleasure. She knew she shouldn't look, but she couldn't help herself. She turned her head back. Her father had reached up and was casually playing with one of Elizabeth's big tits. Elizabeth was obviously enjoying it. Her body was squirming. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips and there was a faraway look in her eyes.
"Oh shit," Elizabeth groaned. "Nobody can make me feel the way you make me feel!"
Sharon knew the best thing she could do was run out of there. Her legs felt wooden. She couldn't take her eyes off what was happening. Her mouth felt dry and there was a tingle of pleasure going all through her body.
"Suck me," Elizabeth moaned. "Please suck my tit!"
Sharon's blonde cousin was moaning as she stretched out beside Hank. It must have been uncomfortable on the hard concrete but Elizabeth didn't seem to care. There was a flush of pleasure on her face as she reached for Hank's head.
"Please suck my tit," Elizabeth said again. "Please suck me. I want your hot mouth, baby!"
Hank gave her what she wanted. His face moved forward and he took one of her sweet pink nipples between his lips. He chewed gently for a moment before he started sucking it deeper into his mouth. Sharon could see his mouth working as he got nearly all of Elizabeth's big tit into his mouth.
"Oh shit," Elizabeth cried. "That feels good. That feels so damn fucking good!"
Her father moved his other hand casually up the front of Elizabeth's lush body until he found her other tit. His fingers started gently stroking the titty-flesh. Sharon could see his fingers teasing one of the erect nipples. Elizabeth was moaning in pleasure and shaking her head from side to side.
Hank started moving his lips from one giant nipple to the other. His teeth nipped at the nipple and he was making loud smacking sounds. Sharon thought the sounds were vulgar and obscene. She wondered why she didn't just leave, but somehow she couldn't.
"Suck me harder," Elizabeth was moaning. "Oh, please suck my tits harder!"
Sharon could not see how he could suck any harder. He was sucking in almost all of each tit. He was letting his tongue brush across the hard nipple each time he pulled his head back. Also, his teeth were gently nipping.
"Suck me like that!" Elizabeth cried. "Suck me good. Oh shit, you're making me feel so itchy all over!"
Hank started moving his lips down her belly. Elizabeth rolled over on her back and spread her legs like an obedient puppy waiting to be given a treat. Sharon wanted to rush out and scratch Elizabeth's eyes out. Sharon couldn't believe the irrational anger she felt.
Hank's tongue stopped at the top of her bikini bottoms. He started easing his tongue around her bottoms. His tongue touched at her furry pussy hair. He stopped. Sharon could see a wide grin on his face.
"Don't stop, you bastard," Elizabeth said. "Don't you stop now!"
"What do you want, baby?" Hank asked innocently.
"You are a bastard," she said. "You know what I want. You know what I need. I want you to eat my pussy!"
Sharon gasped. She just couldn't get over the kind of language her cousin was using. And she couldn't believe the response the language was causing in her own body. She had always thought herself to be so in control of herself. She had thought that episodes with Ron and the policeman were things that could never happen again.
Now she knew that they could happen again and that she was completely powerless to stop them. Even with her own father.
"Take off your bottoms," her father said.
Sharon almost reached down to take her own clothes off before she realized he was talking to Elizabeth. Elizabeth reached down and hurriedly skimmed out of her bikini bottoms. She dropped them by her side and spread her legs wide again. She was showing almost all of her pink cunt.
"Beautiful pussy," Hank said. "That's eating pussy. I love to muff dive better than almost anything!"
Elizabeth was squirming all over the concrete. Hank lowered his head between her legs and it was only then that Sharon finally believed what was going on. His tongue touched between Elizabeth's creamy thighs and Sharon knew he was going to touch his tongue to her cousin's pussy.
"That's nice," Elizabeth moaned. "Your tongue's so good. Your fucking tongue feels so damned nice!"
Hank slid his hands underneath Elizabeth's creamy asscheeks and her legs seemed to spread even wider apart. He moved his face up into her wet fuck-hole and he started sliding his tongue between her cunt lips. Sharon couldn't see his tongue moving now, but she was sure that was what he was doing. Sharon could feel a warm tingling sensation going up her own body. She wanted to run away but she also wanted to stay and see what was going to happen.
"Oh shit, baby," Elizabeth groaned. "Nobody eats my cunt the way you do!"
Hank kept his head between her legs only a few more moments. Then he raised up. He sat up and started sliding his swim trunks down his hairy legs. Sharon bit into her lip. She saw her father's cock, which was already rock hard.
Elizabeth squealed with delight as she saw how hard his prick was. Elizabeth moved over quickly. She wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock and started moving her hand up and down. Sharon didn't like the pangs of jealousy she was feeling as she watched Elizabeth play with her father's cock.
Sharon moved her hands up her sides and then underneath her own swollen tits. Her fingers itched to touch her father's cock. She hated herself for what she felt but it was true.
"Your cock's so big," Elizabeth groaned. "Nobody's got a cock like yours!"
"Prove you love it," Hank said.
Hank put his hand behind Elizabeth's head and gently tugged her down toward his cock.
Sharon knew what was going to happen.
Elizabeth didn't look disgusted as she pressed her lips against the head of Hank's cock. Sharon could actually see her cousin's tongue working around the swollen cockhead.
Hank's cock looked so big and angry. His cockhead was red and glistening with Elizabeth's spit. She started moving her head down the side of his cock until her lips touched his balls. She began gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. Elizabeth released his cock a moment later and then moved her wet lips back up to the head of his prick. Her mouth was open and she looked almost sleepy.
"Come on, baby," Hank said. "You know what I want. Come on, baby. Suck it!"
Elizabeth's mouth opened wide and she captured the head of his cock between her lips. Her lips looked like they were straining to get open wide enough. Her cheeks already bulged with her efforts, but somehow she started sucking his stiff prick into her mouth. His hard cock was sliding over her tongue and going into the back of her throat. Sharon couldn't understand how she could get so much cockmeat inside her lips.
"That's the fucking way," Hank groaned. "You're making me fucking hot. Fucking hot. That feels good!"
Sharon was feeling pretty giddy herself. She felt like her body was burning in all the places she wanted to touch. Her tits were swollen and she couldn't help but run her fingers across them. Her nipples were very erect, almost painful to touch.
Elizabeth stopped kissing Hank's cock. She leaned back and spread her creamy thighs open wide. Sharon could see right into the lips of Elizabeth's pink pussy and she could see that it was glistening with juice.
"Come on and fuck me," Elizabeth moaned. "Come on and fuck my pussy. Fuck me good!"
Hank rolled over on top of her. He stabbed forward savagely and his huge cock split her cunt lips. His prick slid easily into her wet cunt. His prick must have gone deep into her pussy because Sharon heard her cousin cry out as his cock settled in.
"You sweet bitch," Hank groaned softly. "You sweet cunt. I'm going to wear your ass off. I'm going to fuck you silly!"
"Oh yes," Elizabeth said.
Elizabeth raised her legs and locked them around his broad back. She started moving her ass against his cock. It took Hank only a few moments before he began thrusting back. His cock was fucking even deeper into her hot cunt. Sharon could hear his heavy balls slapping against her asscheeks.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth groaned. "That's how I want to get fucked. That's what I want. Oh yes!"
Hank slid his hands underneath her ass and lifted her up. He started fucking a little harder and his balls were beating a loud noise on her ass. Elizabeth was gasping each time his prick slammed into her.
Sharon held back but she really wanted to join them. She wanted to rush in there, grab Hank's cock and pull his prick inside her own pussy. She knew it was sick to be feeling that way about her own father, but she wanted to fuck bad. Her pussy was throbbing in excitement. She had to caress her tits again. She moved her fingers up and started pushing at her nipples. She was wishing she was naked and Hank's cock was fucking into her own pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, it feels good. That feels so damn fucking good. Oh yes!"
Elizabeth was raising her ass high as she could with every one of his brutal thrusts. She was making little sounds. Sharon knew it wouldn't be long before Elizabeth was coming. Hank knew it also and he started fucking his prick even harder into her wet cunt.
"That's the fucking way," Elizabeth groaned. "Oh yes, that's the fucking way. You don't know how good it feels. Keep fucking me hard like that. That's the fucking way!"
He started wearing her out. He started pounding her pussy as hard as he could. His big cockhead was getting deep inside her. His balls slapped loudly with each thrust. It was like he was trying to beat her to death with his cock. Sharon had never seen fucking like this before. It was like two animals had come together and would pound each other to death.
"You fucking bastard," Elizabeth cried. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fucking come. I'm coming, you bastard. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiiiit!"
It was obvious that Elizabeth was coming. She couldn't be still. Her cunt started making wet sounds. Hank fucked into her pussy a little harder.
"I'm going to fill your cunt," Hank groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with cum. I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. You sweet bitch. You fucking cuuuunt!"
Hank rammed into her one last time. His entire body seemed to tense up and then he was spurting his hot jism into her pussy. He made a moaning sound a couple of times and then his body relaxed. He stayed on top of Elizabeth a long time without moving.
Sharon knew she had to get out. She was scared of what had happened and she knew she was also scared of what had happened to her own body. She had gotten hot watching. Now she knew she had to get away before they grew aware of her. She couldn't face her father now. She had to have time to think things over.
Sharon practically ran out of the yard.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sharon drove home slowly, her eyes nearly brimming with tears of anger and frustration. She still could not believe what she had seen and she couldn't believe the effect it had had on her. But there was no sense pretending, even to herself. She had gotten really hot watching. She had been turned on by the sight of her father and Elizabeth. Even now her breath was a little short and the warm tingling was still between her thighs.
It was Saturday, but Bob was out somewhere when she got back home. She was glad of that. She didn't want to face anyone. She wanted to go to her room and cry.
She parked her car in the driveway and started walking toward the front door. She was shaken by a loud crash. She noticed that the crowd of boys who had been playing baseball across the street had suddenly vanished. Then she saw why. Someone had knocked a baseball through the plate glass window in front.
"Oh no," Sharon said.
It seemed the perfect end to a frustrating afternoon.
Sharon didn't usually drink in the daytime but she wanted a drink now. She didn't bother trying to find any of the boys who had been playing ball. She would leave that up to Bob. Instead she went into the living room and mixed herself a strong drink. She sat back on the couch and sipped at it. The alcohol should have had a calming effect. Instead the warmth spread throughout her body and made her tingle everywhere.
"Oh damn," she said softly.
Every time she closed her eyes she thought of her father and Elizabeth. She could hear their moans of pleasure as they so savagely fucked each other. What was really cruel was that she could not help but wish that it was her getting fucked instead of Elizabeth. She knew the truth now. It was what she had always been afraid of. She wanted to fuck her own father. She mixed herself a second strong drink and this time the alcohol had the desired effect. She was feeling a little sleepy, so almost didn't hear the doorbell ring. It must have rung three or four times before it finally awakened her.
She got up and went to the door. She was surprised when she opened it. At first she thought it was Ron standing there. Then she realized that it was a much younger version of Ron. The boy was probably a teen and he had the same muscular features of Ron.
"Yes?" she said. "I'm the one who broke your window," he said. "I ran away but I came back because I knew it wasn't right."
Perhaps it was because she had been recently watching her father or perhaps it was because he looked like Ron, but all she was sure of was that she felt a new tingly sensation all over. She didn't want this young man to leave.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Bobby Johnson," he said.
"My husband's name is Bob," she said. "He'll want to see you. He'll probably want to talk to your father. Why don't you come on in and wait?"
She was sure she knew where her husband was and she was just as sure that it would be hours before he got home. She didn't care. She lied to the young boy because she wanted him to stay around. He looked hesitant for a moment but then he followed her into the house.
"Would you like something to eat or drink, Bobby?" she asked.
"No thanks," he answered.
She could tell that the young man was worried about what her husband was going to say about the baseball. She wanted to put his mind at ease and she reached out to touch his shoulder. It was meant to be a sympathetic touch. At that moment she had nothing in mind. Practically nothing, anyway.
But she was off balance and she had been drinking and her touch turned into a stumbling fall that carried them both down to the softly carpeted living room floor. Young Bobby got scared and was trying all sorts of ways to get out from under her. It seemed like every way he turned he touched some other intimate part of her body.
"I'm sorry," he kept saying. "Excuse me. I'm sorry!"
It was a stupid thing for her to do. She knew that even as she was doing it. Her lips opened and she brushed them against the boy's neck and then slid her tongue up to his lips. He stopped struggling. She could see his shocked expression just before her mouth closed over his. He didn't fight her. He seemed to be in a stupor as she kissed him. She started pressing her tongue against his lips but he wouldn't open them.
"What's the matter?" she asked, raising her head. "Haven't you ever french kissed before?"
"Yes," Bobby admitted. "But never with a real woman!"
She laughed as she kissed him again. This time his mouth opened willingly and he started ramming his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his confidence growing.
"Let's get up," she said. "This is uncomfortable."
He didn't want to get as if he was afraid he would lose her. She didn't explain to him how horny she was. Instead she simply took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. She knew this was a new experience for the young boy, but he was handling it like he'd been born to fuck.
"This is my bedroom," she said.
Young Bobby looked around and was evidently impressed. Not as impressed as he was a moment later when she walked to the bed and sat down. She patted the place next to her.
"Come over here," she said.
Bobby didn't have to be told twice, he sat down beside her and put his arm around her. He seemed to lose all of his inhibitions on the trip upstairs. His mouth was wide open as he kissed her and his tongue rubbed all over hers. She could taste spit in her mouth. It made her hot. She opened her mouth wider as his tongue started stabbing in and out.
"Oh, baby," she moaned softly. "You are a fucking little animal, aren't you?"
He still seemed afraid to touch her anywhere. She took his hand and pulled his fingers up to one rounded tit. It was like she had unleashed the floodgates. His fingers gripped her titty-flesh like iron. He started squeezing hard. She gasped as he squeezed hard enough to hurt, but she didn't make him stop.
His hot fingers seemed to burn right through her clothes. She put her hand on top of his. He kept squeezing until she could stand it no longer. She reached up and peeled down the top of her dress. One of her luscious tits popped free.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "You don't even have a bra on."
"Sometimes I don't wear a bra," she said. "Sometimes I go naked around the house!"
He pulled the dress down to her waist so that both tits were free. He sat back to ogle them. She could see him licking his lips. He wanted to kiss them. She could tell. She reached up and put her hand behind his head.
"Go ahead and do what you want," she said. "It's all right, baby!"
She was hotter than hell. She pulled his head closer and his hungry mouth opened. He gently started sucking on one of her nipples. She didn't push him away and his mouth got hotter. He opened up a little wider and started sucking hard at her titty-flesh. She could feel him sucking almost all of one luscious titty into his mouth.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, I like that. You know how to make a woman feel good!"
His tongue brushed back and forth across her nipple as he kept sucking hard at her titty. She stroked the back of his head and she kept telling him how much she loved it. She never wanted him to stop. His hot mouth was sending ripples of excitement through her body.
She protested as the boy lifted his head but he wasn't really stopping. Instead he started sliding his tongue down the side of one tit and into the valley between her tits. Then his tongue slithered up the creamy side of her other tit. He let his tongue rest on her nipple for a moment.
"Oh, don't tease me," she whispered. "Suck my tits. I'm so hot already. Just suck me!"
He opened his mouth and captured her nipple. He did just like he'd done with her other tit. He started sucking her tit deep into his mouth. This time he was a little rougher. This time she could feel the scrape of his teeth along her sensitive tit. She pressed her head on the back of his head a little harder.
"You're making me feel so good," she moaned. "Oh yes, you know how to make me feel good!"
He slid a hand up to play with her free titty while he sucked on one tit. He was sucking harder and he made noises as he sucked. The noises turned her on even more. He was biting her hard, but she didn't mind. The only thing she would have minded was if he had stopped.
Her pussy was burning hot. She pressed her thighs together but that only made her hotter. Already, her fuck juices had leaked out enough to soak her panties. It was making her uncomfortable and she suddenly wanted to be naked.
"Wait a moment," she said.
He hated giving up his place at her tits. He thought she was trying to stop him. She pushed him away long enough to hurriedly slide out of her skirt. She could see the amazement on his face as if he had never expected her to take her skirt off. She did even better than that. She was smiling as she quickly pulled her panties down and kicked them off. She was naked in front of him. He was looking into the pink lips of her cunt. She opened her legs wide so he could see everything she had.
"Oh shit," he said softly.
"Come back and suck some more," she whispered. "Come on and suck on my tits some more!"
He didn't mind. His head went down and he was gently pushing his tongue against her nipple. That wasn't what she wanted. She pulled on his head savagely and his mouth opened wide. His mouth started sucking hard at her titties. He was sucking her titty-flesh and building it inside his mouth. He started biting. That was what she wanted. She began stroking his head.
"Oh yeah, baby," she whispered. "Oh yes, that's what I want!"
His mouth opened wider and he started sucking at her tits hungrily, as if he could never get enough. She reached for his head. She let her fingers slide through his hair. She moved her hand down his body and tried to reach his cock. He moved his position and her fingers touched the outline of his prick. She could sense the shock going through his body as her fingers stroked his cock.
"Oh shit, lady," he groaned. "Oh shit, that feels nice!"
Her fingers found his zipper and he had to stop sucking. He got off the bed and he quickly undressed. She could see the little drops of cum on the head of his cock. She was so hot. She couldn't remember being so hot before her father had really turned her on.
She pulled the young boy back on the bed again. She reached for his prick. Her fingers circled the base of his cock and she started moving her hand up and down. Some of his cum dripped onto her fingers. She kept stroking his prick. Her entire body burned. She wanted more and more. She moved her fingers down to his balls and started caressing. His hand went between her legs and she thought she was going to pass out from pleasure.
He was a little unsure about touching her there. She reached for his hand. She pressed his fingers against her cunt and opened her legs even wider.
"Put your fingers inside me," she whispered. "Go ahead and play with my pussy. I want it!"
He stopped being hesitant. His fingers slipped into her cunt. He used three fingers inside her wet pussy and started fucking them in and out very quickly. The edge of his fingers rubbed against her clitty and sent ripples of pleasure through her. She found herself lifting her ass up to push against his hand.
"Suck my titties some more," she moaned. "Suck them hard. Bite them. Treat me like a whore!"
The young man didn't know what to think, but he wasn't wasting time. His hungry mouth went back to her titties. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and began chewing on it like a dog chewing on a bone. She shivered in pleasure and she pushed more of her titty inside his mouth. He kept chewing.
"You're making me hot," she moaned. "You are making my cunt so hot. You're making my entire body hot!"
She felt like she had electricity all through her body. She was moaning inside. She kept pushing her titties against his mouth. He began moving his hungry mouth from one tit to the other. He was trying to suck all of her titty-flesh inside his mouth.
She reached for his cock again. His cock felt slimy as she wrapped her fingers around the base. She started moving her hand up and down once more. She could feel how stiff his prick was. He was damned excited and she knew he wouldn't last long once he got his cock inside her.
She knew she could make him do anything she wanted. She put her hand on the back of his head and started pushing his head down.
"Kiss my pussy," she said. "Kiss my cunt and then I'll let you fuck me!"
His mouth went down. He kissed her belly and up to her cunt. He was scared and somehow that made it even more exciting for her. She kept her hand on the back of his head and he went down all the way. He let his lips press against her wet cunt. He wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't care. Just his lips and his hot breath blowing against her cunt lips was enough.
"All right, baby," she groaned. "I'm so fucking hot. Now I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. Come on and fuck me!"
He moved up her body quickly. He was so horny that he started stabbing his hot cock at her pussy in quick jabs. He was almost hurting her and was missing with every thrust.
"Let me do that," she whispered.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. His cock was so excited, jumping in her fingers. She pulled his prick up against the lips of her cunt.
"Now push hard," she whispered.
She didn't have to tell him twice. He jammed his cock all the way into her pussy and then started fucking her like his balls were on fire. She tried to get him to slow down but there was going to be no stopping him. He was crazed with lust.
"All right, damn you," she whispered. "Fuck me then. Fuck me hard and don't hold back. Fuck me like a whore!"
He didn't hold back and she knew he wasn't going to last long. She had wanted it to last, but she knew he couldn't wait. She didn't hold back the feelings of her own body. She let herself go. She was so hot that she knew she would come quickly.
"Harder," she groaned. "Harder!"
He pounded her savagely. He was fucking his big prick as far into her pussy as he could get. It was the kind of fucking she needed. She was really dreaming about her father.
"That's the way, baby," she moaned. "That's the fucking way. Rub your chest on my tits!"
He leaned against her, crushing her tits flat. His entire weight was down on top of her as he started fucking her harder. His prick was really filling her pussy now. His chest kept rubbing against her nipples and making her hotter. She could feel the first of her fuck juices boiling in her pussy. She let it happen.
"I'm going to come," she groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it's nice. I'm coming, baby. I'm fuuucking coming!"
She let the feelings go through her body. The sweet spasms of pleasure shook her again and again. Her fuck juices were pouring out of her cunt and wetting her thighs. She kept lifting her ass for his thrusting cock as the last spasms went through her.
She knew she hadn't come a moment too soon. The young boy was fucking her faster and his big cock was even bigger. Already his hot jism was leaking into her cunt and sliding out to wet her thighs. She started squeezing her cunt walls together.
"I'm fucking coming," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shit, it feels good. It feels good. Oh shit, it feels so nice. Shiiiit!"
He stabbed his prick into her one last time. His entire body went into violent convulsions as his prick started spitting hot cum into her pussy. The young man had been saving his cum up for a long time. He filled her cunt. Cum was leaking out her cunt. She kept squeezing her cunt walls together until she had drained his cock completely dry.
"I don't think you need to stay and tell my husband about the broken window," she said finally. "I think you have more than paid for it."
The young boy was proud of himself, but Sharon just felt like she had gotten an itch scratched. It wasn't enough to completely satisfy her and she knew she would be dreaming of her father again.
CHAPTER SIX
The young boy had been a good fuck but there was no way he was going to make her forget what she had seen at her father's. The young boy had scratched an itch for a short time, but, the next afternoon, Sharon found herself thinking about her father and Elizabeth again. She knew why Bob wanted her to see her father again and she knew why Bob couldn't understand why she wouldn't. She couldn't explain to her husband that she was hot for her father's body.
Bob went out to play golf the next day and he left her alone. Sharon hated being alone. She didn't understand herself anymore and she wasn't sure what she was capable of when she was alone. She moved around the house like she was a zombie. She had moments when she would suddenly see the scene by the pool and her entire body would heat up.
"What's the matter with me?" she asked out loud.
Actually, she knew exactly what was the matter with her, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do about it. She had decided to fix herself some lunch when the doorbell rang. Suddenly she knew it was her father. She didn't know exactly how she knew, but she knew. She didn't want to answer the door, but she knew she couldn't remain in hiding for the rest of her life. She finally went downstairs and opened the door.
It was her father, just as she expected. He was smiling as he looked her up and down.
"Hello, Sharon," he said.
"Dad," she said. "I guess you'd better come in."
"I got tired of waiting for you to visit me," he said. "I thought I'd just come on and see you."
"And you knew I'd be home," she said.
"Well, your husband did call."
She stepped out of her father's way and allowed him into the house. All the time, she was silently cursing Bob. Bob didn't understand what he was letting happen.
"Would you like a drink or is it too early?" she asked.
"It's never too early," he said. "Something strong. I could use it today."
She used some of Bob's favorite whiskey and she took it to him while he was seated on the couch. She could feel her father's eyes on her again as she handed him his whiskey. She was dressed in a blouse and a pair of tight shorts. She felt like her father's eyes could see right through her clothes.
"You've become quite an attractive woman," Hank said. "You look a little like your mother, but you're much better built."
She blushed a little. She didn't like her father talking about the way she was built. It didn't sound right. Also it made her tremble a little. She tried not to think about what had happened between him and Elizabeth but it was hard keeping it out of her mind.
"Yes, sir," he said. "You are a very attractive, sexy young woman. Did you enjoy the show yesterday? I thought you did but you left kind of suddenly."
At first she could not believe that she had heard him right. Then she was sure that he was telling the truth and that he had known she was standing there. She hated him at that moment but she knew she also desired him.
"Get out of my house," she said.
"Oh, come on, baby," Hank said. "I've always known what you were like. I knew you were watching yesterday. I know you enjoyed it. It turned you on. Admit it!"
"You're an animal," she said. "I don't want you here. Get out of my house."
Hank shook his head sadly. "You're just like your mother. If you weren't so good looking I wouldn't bother with you. But I bet you're well worth it once a man gets his cock into you."
All of her worse fears were coming true. Here was the father she had always loathed and yet been strangely attracted to, using the words that she had already secretly wanted to hear.
"I won't listen to anymore of your filth," she said. "I'm going to call Bob and have him come throw you out."
She walked over and picked up the phone. She knew that Hank was behind her. She knew his hands were nearly touching her shoulders. She felt weak all over. She waited for his touch but it didn't come. She could feel his hot breath on her neck.
"Cut out the fucking nonsense," her father said softly. "Put down the fucking phone!"
She stood there, trembling, for a few more moments, then put the phone down. She breathed a sigh as his hands slipped around her body. Her father didn't waste any time. His hands went up her front and he gripped her big tits.
"Oh shit," she said softly.
"Don't worry about a thing, little girl," her father said. "I would have given you some of my cock long ago if your mother hadn't been so bitchy about it. Now you're going to find out what you've been missing!"
His fingers massaged her titties. She couldn't tear herself away. She didn't want to do it. She fell back against him and let his hands have free access to her creamy tits. He started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"I'm scared," she said.
"Don't be scared," he assured her. "I'm going to make you happier than you've ever been. I'm going to fill you up with cock!"
She wasn't wearing a bra and his hands opened her blouse and slipped inside to cover her naked tits. He squeezed hard.
She could feel her toes tingling. She pressed her body back against him. His fingers found her hard nipples. He pinched them and that sent another shudder of pleasure through her.
"Let's go up to the bedroom," he said.
She could only nod her head. There was no strength in her to refuse. He took her hand and she led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once inside, he immediately turned her around to face them. He stepped back to take a good look at her shapely tits.
"Fucking nice," he said. "You have a beautiful set of tits. Your fucking tits are a lot bigger than your mother's."
She wished he wouldn't compare her to her mother and yet that also added to her pleasure. She knew it was sick but this was something that she had always wanted. She knew it now. She remembered all the times she had closed her eyes and seen her father's face while her husband had been fucking her.
He stepped forward and took her in his arms again. Her titties were crushed almost flat against his chest as he kissed her. He opened her mouth with the force of his own lips. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and she tasted his spit. He probed all around the inside of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
At the same time, he started pushing her over toward the bed. She didn't resist. She felt helpless. There was a fire burning in her pussy which, she knew, only her father could quench.
Her father eased her down on the bed. His hand dropped between her creamy thighs. She opened her legs willingly. His hand moved up until his fingers rested against her pussy mound. A wicked excitement burned through her.
She let her hand slip down and she touched the bulge of her father's cock. His prick jumped against her fingers. She moved her hand up and down his prick length. She groaned softly. This was something she had wanted to do since her early days. Now she could hardly believe it as she stroked his cock.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "You are a hot bitch. I always knew you were. You'll go fucking crazy when I get my cock in your cunt!"
She was already crazy. Her body burned. She kept stroking his prick and squirming all over the bed. Her titties were swollen and she could feel her juices pouring down the insides of her thighs.
He pushed her back on the bed. She didn't resist as he finished undressing her. He put his hand back between her legs. She was juiced up enough so it was no problem for his two fingers to slide inside her cunt. He fucked his fingers in and out slightly. She was pushing her cunt against his stroking hand.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh, that does feel so fucking good. Oh, that feels so good!"
He took his hand away from her cunt and moved off the bed. She turned to look at him. She couldn't take her eyes away from him as he started to undress. In a few moments, he had stripped down to his shorts. His hairy, muscular body didn't repel her. It made her feel tingling sensations all over.
"You take my shorts off, baby," he told her.
He moved over to the bed. She got up on her hands and knees. She put her fingers under the band of his shorts and started pulling them down. She worked them all the way down without ever looking up at his prick. Finally he stepped out of them and she let her eyes go back up to his hard prick. She took a deep breath as she looked at his swollen prick. There was a little bit of cum on the swollen tip.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "Oh shit, your cock is beautiful!"
"Then kiss it, baby," he told her.
She had known he was going to ask that. She really didn't want to kiss his prick but her body burned and she couldn't resist. She wouldn't do this for her husband but she knew she was going to do it for her father. She brushed her hair back from her face with one hand. She bent over his cock and let her lips touch the massive cockhead. Her fingers encircled the base of his cock and she started beating him off slowly. Her lips touched the head of his cock.
"Oh shit yeah, baby," he groaned. "Oh shit, that's nice!"
She had never tasted a man's cock before. Now she tasted the strong salty smell of his cum. She held some of his cum on her tongue. She swallowed it. The spunk had a thick taste in her throat. She opened her mouth and gingerly took the head of his cock into her mouth.
He didn't want gentle sex. He grabbed the back of her head and crammed his fat prick all the way into her throat. He fucked his prick deep into the back of her throat until she nearly gagged. He pulled back slowly and then shoved it into her mouth again. He could feel her resistance.
"It's all right, baby," he told her. "You're not that good a cocksucker yet, but I'll teach you to be. I'll teach you to be the fucking best!"
He held onto the back of her head tightly and gave her throat a couple of more savage thrusts. Her mouth was filled with cock. She kept tasting his cum dripping down the back of her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and wiped his prick against her face. She could feel his slimy cum running down her cheek. He rubbed his cockhead against her lips.
"You're going to get better," he told her. "You're going to get fucking better!"
He pushed her back on the bed and got down on top of her. His mouth touched at her throat and then his tongue moved down to one of her luscious tits. He kissed her nipple and made her groan with pleasure. He opened his mouth and sucked one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He moved her nip around beneath his tongue.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "I like that. That feels good. Oh, you're making me feel good!"
He sucked the nipple under his tongue and held it there for a moment. He let his teeth play with her hard nipple. He opened his mouth a little wider and started sucking in more of her titty-flesh. He was really sucking her now. He was sucking like an animal and was biting her savagely.
She didn't mind. Especially not when his hand moved down and he touched between her legs. Two fingers slipped up into her cunt again. He started fucking them in and out until her pussy was making wet sounds.
"You're getting hot, baby?" he asked. "I can tell that you're getting hot. You're getting fucking hot!"
He moved his lips down from one titty. He moved his lips down the front of her body. He kissed her belly. He kissed just above her cunt hairs.
She was squirming all over the bed. She knew what she wanted but she was afraid to ask for it. She sighed as his lips moved between her legs. She spread her legs wider as he started kissing her creamy thighs. His tongue moved slowly up to her wet fuck-hole. She groaned as his tongue went up and down her wet pussy slit.
"You're making me so hot," she whispered. "Oh shit, you're making me so hot!"
"I'm going to make you really hot before I'm done," he told her. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy!"
His hands slipped underneath her ass. He lifted her up and her legs seemed to fall open wider. He pushed his tongue between the lips of her cunt and made her cry out in pleasure. He moved his tongue around just the inside of her cunt.
"You like this, baby," he asked, raising back up. "You want my tongue in your cunt!"
"Oh shit yes," she moaned.
He laughed as he put his face back between her thighs. His tongue slipped into the lips of her cunt. He moved his tongue slowly until it split apart her cunt lips and then went deeper inside. He gave her only a taste of his tongue before he raised his head again.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said. "Now I'm going to give you what you really fucking need!"
He stretched out on top of her. He moved until his swollen cockhead was pressed against her cunt. He pushed and his cockhead popped into her pussy. He held back. He waited while she squirmed around his cockhead in sweet pleasure.
"Put it in me," she whispered. "I want it now. Fuck me with your big fucking cock. I want it now!"
He gripped her ass a little tighter and he fucked forward. His prick seemed to split her apart. His big cock went deep inside her until she felt like she could feel his prick in her belly. He waited a few more minutes as he let her feel how big his cock was.
"Oh fuck," she groaned. "I've never felt anything like that before. Your cock's so big. Your fucking cock is so big. I've never felt anything like that before!"
He started fucking her. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her father's cock was finally where she had wanted his prick to be. His huge prick was fucking in and out of her cunt slowly. His cock was filling her and making her shudder all over. She moved her ass underneath him and she somehow got his cock even deeper inside her. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her each time he thrust.
"You're making me feel so good," she moaned. "Oh shit, you are making me feel so good. Your fucking cock feels so good. Oh shit, it feels so fucking big."
He had been slow and gentle with her until now. Now he started slamming his cock savagely into her. It shook her body each time he rammed her pussy. He was fucking her hard and fast and it seemed like his balls had to be hurting her. She started raising up as high as she could and she was getting his prick even deeper into her cunt.
He was a fucking animal. He was getting inside her cunt in a way that no man had ever fucked her before. She wanted it to last forever but she knew it wouldn't. She was already so hot. Her body was already burning for him. She was moving faster and she couldn't control the sweet spasms of pleasure.
Her cunt was sucking at his prick.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me harder. You don't know how good that feels. Fuck me harder!"
He was fucking her harder. He was beating her with his cock. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against her clitty and sending ripples of pleasure all through her body. She was feeling her body respond hotly to his thrusts. Her fuck juices were soaking his prick. Her belly felt like it was boiling over with excitement.
"I can't hold back," she moaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I can't hold back. I'm fucking coming. I'm fucking coming. Oh shit, it feels so fucking good. Oh shiiit!"
It seemed like her body exploded. It seemed like her body went everywhere at once. She was raising her ass up as she took his prick even deeper into her cunt. She kept feeling the pleasure sensations twisting through her body.
"It's good," she moaned. "It's so fucking good. Oh shit, your cock feels so damned good!"
The last few spasms went through her body, but he hadn't slowed down. He was still fucking her hard. He was trying to drive his prick all the way through her body. He was fucking her harder and faster and she had never experienced anything like this.
"I'm coming, you bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my wad in your pussy. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it feels good. You bitch. You fuuuucking cunt!"
He fucked her hard, then stopped with his prick deep inside her. It took a moment and then his prick jism started shooting into her cunt again and again. She was crying out in pleasure as his cum filled her cunt like a soothing balm. He had a gallon and it dripped out of her cunt and wet her thighs.
"I've never felt like this," she groaned. "I've never been fucked like this."
"And it's just the beginning, baby," her father said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her father left before Bob got home and he left her in a dazed condition. She told her husband that she had finally visited with her father and he was happy. She was not so sure about herself. She knew that all society would frown on what had happened. She started telling herself that it was not her fault, that she had been a victim. She would probably convince herself that her father had raped her and then she would be able to live with the guilt.
She knew one thing for certain. She never wanted to see her father again. She knew there could never be a repeat of what had happened. She would never see him again. Or Elizabeth. She wouldn't be reminded of what had happened.
For two days, her father stayed away from her and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't going to bother her anymore. Maybe she hadn't been good enough for him? That thought made her angry and she didn't know why. She certainly didn't want to be considered a good fuck by her father. And yet she didn't want her father thinking she wasn't sexy enough for him. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help herself.
It was a good thing that he stayed away.
Her luck didn't last forever and it ran out the day she went to the market. She was getting out of her car when she heard a low whistle and she turned around quickly. Her father was seated in a beat-up-looking pick-up truck. He had evidently followed her from her home.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Now is that any way to talk to your father?" he said.
"I don't want to talk to you," she said. "I don't ever want to see you again."
"Get in the truck," he said.
"I just told you that I never want to see you again. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Get out of my life. Go back to that bitch Elizabeth. She's got a willing hole!"
"Get in the truck," he said softly. "I'm not telling you again."
There was the sound of command in his voice and she couldn't disobey. Her heart pounded as she climbed up into the truck with him. He drove slowly out of the parking lot. He wasn't saying anything and she could feel the fury building up in her. She wouldn't be treated this way.
"Maybe we should talk," she said. "Maybe we should get a few things straightened out. Now I'll make a deal with you."
"A deal?" he questioned.
"That's right," she said. "I'm not going to tell anyone that you raped me. All you have to do is get out of town and never let me see you again. Or Elizabeth."
"Is that what you're telling yourself. That it was rape."
"It was rape."
He laughed and she didn't like the sound. His laughter sounded so knowing. He looked at her as if he could see through all her pretenses and it made her shiver. She had worn a light summer skirt with bra and panties and now his eyes went over her body as if he owned her. She didn't like that feeling either.
"Stop that," she said.
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking at me that way. You make my skin crawl."
"Sure I do," he said. "You know, it's really funny. You're as much like your mother as anyone could be. She always talked about how much she hated sex. But you could warm her up and she would fuck a town full of lumberjacks to get relief."
"I don't believe you," she said.
"Sure, it's true," he said. "You didn't know your mother. She was always so prim and proper. Taught in school and everything. She acted like a high class bitch. I took her to a roadhouse one night and got her a little high and started feeling her up under the table. She took her panties off. She was hot to trot. I thought it was kind of funny and I handed her over to one of the men who was watching. She protested but she loved it. She fucked ten men in that roadhouse that night. Then she sucked me off."
"I don't believe anything you're telling me," she said. "You've got a filthy mouth."
She did believe him. Deep down, she believed him. And she knew he knew what he was doing to her. Talking about her mother was making her shiver all over. She could feel her titties getting swollen underneath her bra. She suddenly wished she hadn't worn a bra. She was getting a little out of breath.
"I don't believe you," she said again.
"Sure, you do," he said. "Your mother was a bitch just like you. I still know where that roadhouse was. Wouldn't you like to do something like that sometimes?"
"You're out of your mind," she said. "Now take me back to my car. Right now."
He didn't take her back to her car. Instead he found the road he wanted and he turned off. It was a bumpy dirt road which looked like it hadn't been used in years. He drove a long way down the road and parked in front of a lake.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Why are we here?"
"You know why we're here, baby," he said. "You know what you want. You're hot for it right now."
"Get away from me!" she yelled.
She tried to get out the door as he grabbed for her. She fought desperately. She didn't want this to happen. She knew she was goner if she allowed her father to fuck her again. He got his arms around her and held her tight. He tried to kiss her mouth.
She scratched at his face.
He slapped her face hard and knocked her against the side of the car.
"All right, bitch," he said. "You've been using your mouth a lot. Now I'm going to let you use your mouth the best way a woman can. I'm going to let you use that fucking mouth!"
He grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head until it was hurting. He bent her head down until her face was in his lap. Her lips pressed against the bulge in his trousers. She could hardly breathe. She struggled to get free but he wasn't going to allow that. He held onto her head tightly and he moved her head like he wanted. Her lips moved up and down the length of his hot cock.
"I knew I'd find a use for your mouth before the day was over," he said. "Just get a smell of it, bitch. Just get your lips against it a little and you'll go crazy just like your mother."
She fought against the feelings. He was treating her like a whore and she hated him for it. She wanted to spit in his face. And yet her entire body was churning with a peculiar kind of excitement. She couldn't understand what was happening.
He let her lift her head back up. He had almost broken her neck. She felt sore and tired. He took her hand and pressed her hand against his trousers. She had no more will to resist. She moved her hand up and down the length of his cock.
"Take it out, baby," he said. "Take my fucking cock out before it gets so cramped that I can't get it out!"
Sharon was shocked by his language and by the way he was treating her, but yet she knew she really wanted to do as he commanded. It was a crazy feeling. It was like her father had taken command of her body. She was his slave.
"Go ahead, baby," he told her. "Take it out. Use your mouth for something good!"
She reached for his cock. Her fingers traced the outline of his prick as it pushed against the front of his trousers. It seemed even bigger than before. She ran her fingers up and down the length and she could sense the tension going through his body.
She slid her fingers up to his zipper. She pulled it down slowly. The sound was loud in the stillness of the cab. Her heart was beating rapidly. She slid her hand inside the small opening. Her fingers came into contact with his wet cockflesh immediately. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and she carefully eased his prick out of his trousers.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "That's the fucking way. That's the way!"
"Your cock's so big," she whispered. "Oh, I've never seen a bigger cock before!" Her fingers circled his fat cockflesh. She began to slide her hand up and down. Her fingers rubbed against his swollen balls. She moved her fingers back up to the head of his cock. His cock seemed to get even bigger in her fingers. She tightened her grip and started moving her hand up and down.
"Hot damn," he groaned. "Hot damn, your hand feels good. You know how to make a man feel good, baby!" " Her fingers tightened a little harder around his thick cock. Her hand moved up and down slowly. She slid her other hand up to play with his balls. Her fingers moved back and forth his heavy balls and she could feel his body tensing again. Her stroking hand moved closer up to the head of his cock. She started rubbing her fingers over the head and some of his cum wet her fingers.
"Your cock is so big," she whispered. "I love holding your cock. It makes me hot. I can't help it!"
Her body was trembling. There were little ripples of excitement that went all the way down her body and wet her pussy. She closed her thighs together but it didn't help. Her fiery itch was getting worse. She didn't think it was fair. She didn't want to be turned into some kind of whore simply by the touch of her father's hand. And yet he was making her hot again.
"Come on, baby," he groaned. "Get down there and kiss my prick. You know you want to do it! Kiss my fucking cock!"
She wasn't sure she wanted to do it and yet she knew she couldn't refuse. He had his hand on the back of her head and he pulled her down until her lips touched the head of his cock. Another shiver of excitement went through her body.
; "That's it, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to make a cocksucker out of you. You're going to love it before I'm done with you!"
He kept holding her head down. Her wet lips moved all over the massive head of his cock. She tasted some of his cum. She held the spunk on her tongue for a few moments before she swallowed. The taste made her tingle. She started running her tongue around his prick-head. She tasted more of his cum. He didn't seem to be in a hurry now that he had her lips on his prick. He was letting her take her time.
She had his cock lathered with her spit but she was still scared to take his cock fully into her mouth. She changed her position on the seat of the truck. She was practically on her knees on the dirty floor but it was the only way she could get at his cock.
"Let's get out, baby," he told her.
She followed him out of the cab. She couldn't understand how willing he had made her in just a few moments. Her body burned at the thought of sucking his cock. She watched as he found a place where he could stretch out on the soft grass. He tugged his trousers down to his knees.
"There it is, baby," he said, pointing his hard cock. "Take your time and make a feast out of it!"
He was treating her like a whore again but she didn't care. She needed what he had to give. She stretched out between his legs. She put her lips against his inner thigh. She let her tongue trail up to his heavy cum-filled balls. He spread his legs a little wider and she was sure that her father was grinning at her as she pressed her lips against his heavy balls. She opened her mouth a little and sucked some of his cockflesh into her mouth. She moved her lips to his balls again. She had never really done this before but somehow she knew the things to do to make him happy. She nibbled at the flesh of his balls. Finally she opened her mouth and took one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled his hot ball beneath her tongue. She caught his balls under her tongue and kept rolling it from cheek to cheek. At the same time, her mouth closed a little tighter around his balls.
"Oh yes, baby girl," Hank said. "I'm going to show you how to be a good cocksucker. You're going to have educated lips just like your mother!"
She no longer cared what Hank said about her mother. She no longer cared about anything but the satisfaction she was getting from sucking her father's cock. There was spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she kept kissing his balls. She kept sucking them into her mouth and rolling them beneath her tongue and teeth. She raised her head and took a long look at his cock.
"It's so big and hard," she whispered. "I don't know if I can get it into my mouth!"
"You can do it, baby," Hank said.
She started moving her tongue back up the soft underside of his salty-tasting prick. She was lathering his bloated cock with her spit. She continued licking at his hot cockflesh until his prick was wet with spit. She moved her tongue back up to the head of his cock again. His cock just looked so damned big. She was sure she could not get his huge prick inside her mouth. She could taste more of his cum. She gently moved her tongue around his cockhead.
"Come on, baby," he groaned. "Take it in your mouth."
"It's so big," she said.
"You can do it, baby. You'll like it. Take my fucking cock in your mouth!"
His commanding voice left no room to disobey. She took a deep breath as she put her mouth against the head of his cock. For a moment she kept her mouth tightly closed. Then she opened her mouth a little and began pushing her tongue at the tiny piss hole. She tasted more of his salty cum.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," he groaned. "Use your lips on my prick. Take it in your fucking mouth. I can't wait any longer. I want to fuck your face!"
Her father was really turned on. She could do nothing else. Her mouth opened wider and she took his cockhead into her mouth. She held his prick there for a moment. Her heart pounded fast. She could taste the saliva swirling in her mouth. She wanted to take her lips away but she couldn't. She had to do as he wanted.
Her mouth opened a little wider and she gently sucked his cock over her tongue and half into her mouth. His cockhead pressed against the roof of her mouth. She closed her lips gently around his prickflesh and then started moving her head forward. She was taking his prick even deeper into her mouth. She had almost all of his cock in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged with the pressure. She sucked again and she had all of his prick inside her lips. His heavy balls pressed against her chin. She felt like her eyes had glazed over.
"That's the fucking way, baby," he groaned. "Now I've got my cock in your mouth!"
He had his hands wrapped in her silken hair. Now he started directing the movement of her head. She didn't have to do very much. He fucked his prick deep into her mouth, until his cock was pushing against the deep part of her throat. Then he was slowly pulling back until his cock was- almost out of her mouth again. Then he fucked back into her mouth.
He started off with slow movements that gave her plenty of time to catch her breath. She could feel the tension in his body and she knew he was going to get faster. She also knew that he was going to shoot his thick cum into her mouth.
"Oh baby," he groaned. "Oh yes, I've been thinking about this for a while. I love fucking your face!"
His thrusts got harder and faster. It was crazy, but each thrust made her pussy hotter. She wished she had another man in the woods with them to fuck her cunt. Any man. At that moment she wouldn't have cared who gave her a hard cock in her pussy.
Cum was swirling around in her mouth. She was having to swallow a little faster. She kept feeling the salty taste going down the back of her throat. She let her lips close a little more tightly around his prick. She didn't want to stop even though she knew she was going to have to swallow his cum very soon.
He grabbed both sides of her head very tightly as if he was afraid she was going to try to get away. He started slamming his cock a little harder into her mouth.
"You sweet piece of ass," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad in your mouth. You sweet bitch. You sweet fucking cunt!"
He fucked into her mouth deep. The end of his cock seemed to double in size and then his hot cum was spurting down the back of her throat. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but nobody could have swallowed all of the cum that flowed from the end of his cock. Cum was dripping down her chin in sticky rivers. She kept swallowing as much as she could.
"Fine, baby," he groaned. "Fine. That was fantastic. You're going to be a great cock-sucker!"
He kept her lips on his cock until she had drained him dry. Then she licked him clean and he finally dried her mouth with the silky strands of her hair.
She knew she was beaten. She would never be able to refuse her father again, no matter what he wanted. And she was sure that he would be able to think of some wild things.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Where are you taking me?" she asked her father.
"You'll find out," he said.
She was still hot because her father had not fucked her in the woods. He had left her horny. She was worried about what Bob would think when he got home. It was already late. And she was wondering where her father was taking her. She wasn't all that surprised when her father turned off the highway into the parking lot of an antique-looking roadhouse.
"This is the place," he said.
"I'm not going in there," she said.
"Sure you are," her father said. "Thinking about what your mother did made you hot. I could tell. You want to enjoy the same kind of fucking your mother had."
"I'm not going in there," she said weakly.
There was no choice for her. Her father had already opened the cab door and took her by the arm. She reluctantly got out of the truck and followed him into the roadhouse. It was not quite as dismal inside as she had imagined. It was clean and very neat with a stage to one side. A blonde waitress was taking orders near the door. A couple of men looked up at her with hungry looks.
"Let's sit over there," Hank said. "In that section."
She slid into a seat and her father sat across from her. He was grinning at her. The waitress came by and he ordered drinks. Her father didn't say anything until the drinks arrived. He sipped his and grinned at her again.
"The show will start in a moment," he said.
"What show?" she asked.
"You'll see," he said.
For the first time she noticed that there was a sort of stage in the back of the room. A young man came out of the back room and he seemed to be doing something to a record player near the stage. Music started. She noticed the waitress had kicked off her shoes and was undoing her uniform. Underneath her starched white uniform was a pair of spangled briefs and nothing else. Sharon gasped as the blonde got onto the stage. She began shaking her body in time to the music.
It wasn't much of a floor show but Sharon didn't need much to get her glands going. Her body was already hot and tingling. She had never seen a topless dancer and the blonde had really nice tits.
"This is just the beginning," Hank said.
Sharon didn't know what he meant but she found out quickly enough. Suddenly the room was dark. The lights over the stage came back on and the blonde waitress was completely naked. She was doing her best at looking alarmed as a young man climbed onto the stage with her. he was also naked and his cock was hard as rock.
The blonde looked frightened, but the young man put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. The blonde wasted no time. Her lips opened and she took the young man's cock into her mouth. She held his prick inside her mouth for a second, then started moving her head back and forth.
"Oh shit," Sharon said.
Sharon had never seen anything so lewdly exciting. Her entire body responded. She had no will to resist as her father pried her legs open and slipped his hand up between her thighs. He started squeezing her thighs before moving his hand up to touch her cunt. She thought she was going to pass out right there. She didn't care who was watching. She opened her thighs wider and reached for his hand. She pressed her hand against his so that he was squeezing her cunt a little harder.
"It turns you on, doesn't it?" her father asked. "It really makes you hot."
"Yes, damn you," she whispered.
Her father laughed as one of his fingers slipped around the edge of her panties and pushed into her pussy. Her pussy was burning hot and she arched her back just to meet the thrust of his finger. She knew there might be others around who could see what was going on, but she just didn't care anymore. She realized she was experiencing the same thing her father had described happening to her mother.
"Look at the stage," her father whispered.
She looked back at the stage. The young girl had stopped sucking the young man's cock. Now she had turned away on her hands and knees. She was looking back over her shoulder as the young man fucked his hard cock into her pussy from behind. The young man started fucking her brutally, like he was trying to drive all the way through her body. The young girl made funny sounds each time he fucked into her cunt.
"Take off your panties," her father said.
Sharon kept trying to resist but she couldn't. She slipped back in the seat and she pulled her skirt up. In a moment she caught the eye of a man sitting near. He grinned at her as she dropped her panties on the dirty floor.
Sharon was ashamed that the man could see her and she tried to pull her skirt down and close her legs together. Her father was a little faster than she was. His hand slid between her legs and he started working two of his fingers back into her cunt. He started fucking them in and out until her pussy was practically flooded from fuck juices.
"Just relax, baby," her father told her. "Just relax and have a good time. I can tell you are!"
She wanted to protest, but there was nothing she could do. Especially not when her father fucked another finger into her pussy. She looked back at the stage.
She could tell that the young man was coming. His entire body was straining. Suddenly he took his prick out of the young woman's cunt. He let his hot cum spray all over her asscheeks until it looked like she was layered with spunk. The light over the stage went dim.
"Come on," her father said.
"Where are we going?" Sharon asked.
"You'll find out," he told her.
She wasn't sure she wanted to find out, but it looked like her father had control of the situation. She let him lead her out of the front area of the roadhouse and into a narrow hallway in the back. Her father knew his way around. He pushed open a door on the side and she found herself in a room with a mattress on the floor.
"This is for the customers' convenience," her father laughed.
She realized that her father had also been turned on by what had happened outside. Her father grabbed her and pulled her hard against his body. His hands went down her back and rested casually on her ass. He kissed her mouth hard. He stabbed his tongue between her lips again and again. She felt dizzy as he pushed her over to the mattress. She was so dizzy that she didn't even hear the door open. It took her a long time before she realized someone else was in the room with them.
She broke away from her father frantically. It was the man from the stage show outside. Her father laughed.
"Don't worry, baby," Hank said. "This is Paul Johnson, a friend of mine. He's going to join the party. Just like some guy did with your mother."
Her father casually forced her down on the mattress. He flipped the bottom of her skirt up to her waist and showed Paul his daughter's pussy. He put his hand between her legs. She was struggling to keep her legs together. She couldn't. Her legs spread apart and he shoved a finger into her cunt. He started moving his finger around inside her cunt and making her hot again. She let her legs fall apart a little wider.
Paul got down on the mattress with them. She knew she should feel ashamed of what they were doing. But there was something else she was also feeling. She couldn't help herself. The heat seemed to travel through her body. It seemed to fill up every part of her. She loved it when her father fucked two more fingers into her already-wet cunt.
Paul kissed her lips. She gave him no trouble as his tongue pushed at her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and started sucking gently on his tongue. His tongue seemed to drive deep into her mouth, deeper than she had tasted one before. His spit filled her mouth up. She kept sucking hard.
His hand slipped up her body and he started playing with one of her hot titties. She was already so turned on. Her tits were so hard and swollen that just the touch of his hand made her crazy. She pushed her tit up against his hand. "Let's get this little sweet thing naked," Paul said. "She's hot to trot and I want to suck on those big tits!" They moved her around as both men fumbled with her clothes. She couldn't find the will to resist as they stripped her naked. Paul made a little gasping sound as he looked at her tits.
"What a fucking pair," he said. "You've got some nice tits, baby. Really nice!"
Paul slid both hands up to cover her tits. He held onto them tightly. He moved his fingers across her swollen nipples and made her gasp for breath. He moved one hand and lowered his head. His mouth opened and he sucked the hard pink bud into his mouth. He rolled it slowly beneath his tongue. He opened his mouth wider and he was sucking even more of her creamy tit into his lips.
"Oh yes," she whispered softly. "I like that. Oh, that does feel so damned good. Oh yes!"
He released one of her tits and moved his hot mouth to the other. He opened up his mouth a little wider as he tried to suck nearly all of her hot titty-flesh into his lips. He chewed gently. He let his teeth scrape her tender titty-flesh. He pulled his head back.
"Baby, I'm going to make you feel good," he said.
She already felt good. Now her father was lowering his head to her other tit. His hungry mouth sucked in her nipple and he was gently scraping with his teeth. His hand had moved back between her legs and he stroked her pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Do that to me. That feels good. Do that to me!"
She could hardly believe the feelings that were going through her body as two hungry mouths sucked on her tits. Her father seemed to be trying to suck all of her tit inside his mouth, while Paul sucked gently and kept using his tongue and teeth on her excited titty-flesh.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh, that does feel good!"
Paul stopped sucking on her tit. He moved away and she turned her head to watch him undress. He had a firm, muscular body. He slipped out of his shorts and she saw that his cock was rock-hard.
Her father moved away from her and Paul got down on top of her. He moved his prick up to her wet fuck-hole. He moved gently but he wasted no time in fucking his stiff cock into her cunt.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh, that does feel hot."
For a few moments he didn't move. He kept his cock locked tightly inside her without even trying to fuck her. She started to go crazy. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back. She started sliding her ass back and forth along the mattress.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want your cock. Fuck me hard. I can't wait anymore. Fuck me!"
Paul laughed as he slid his hands underneath her. He lifted her ass off the mattress as he started fucking her with slow strokes. His fat cock seemed to stretch her cunt apart each time he thrust. She was looking at her father as this stranger fucked her. Her father looked excited about what was happening. He was already starting to undress and she could tell that his cock was hard. He slipped out of his shorts and kneeled down beside her.
"You know what your mouth is for now, baby," he told her. "Now use it on me!"
She was shivering all over. She turned her head and pressed her lips against his cock. Her mouth opened willingly and he fucked his cock between her lips. She had never thought anything like this would happen to her. She was getting two cocks at once. Paul was gently fucking her pussy while her father seemed content to let his cock rest inside her lips. She tasted some of his cum.
"You give good blowjobs, baby," her father said. "You're going to be the best cocksucker in the world!"
Her father put his hands behind her head. He held her tightly as he started fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. Some of her spit was dripping down her chin. She was getting more and more excited.
Paul began to fuck her a little harder. He was pulling out a long way and then plunging his cock into her hard again. His heavy balls slammed against her ass. She thought his cockhead was getting very deep into her belly.
"You like it, don't you, cunt?" Paul asked. "You like getting fucked hard and fast?"
She couldn't answer him with her mouth full of cock but the truth was that she was enjoying what was happening. She was enjoying the hard thrusts of his prick. She was enjoying the way his cockhead rubbed against her excited clitty.
"Move your ass for me, baby," Paul groaned. "Move that sweet ass for me. Move it fast!" She was still gobbling her father's prick like his cock was a candy bar. She was getting his prick deep inside her throat and she was tasting more of his pre-cum. She kept using her tongue around his fiery cockflesh. His cock was exciting her and she started moving her ass even faster. She was lifting up even higher as she took his prick deep into her cunt. Already the juices were beginning to boil in her belly.
Paul took his prick out of her cunt. Her father and Paul started pulling at her. She was like a rag doll. She went into the position that they wanted. She was on her hands and knees. Her father moved behind her. He reached around and grabbed her swollen tits. He stabbed into her cunt with one brutal thrust. His prick was even deeper than it had ever been before. She thought she was going to pass out.
"Oh yeah," her father groaned. "I like this. I like your hot cunt. I like this, baby!"
Her father began to fuck her with slow thrusts. His swollen cock was stretching her cunt walls. She started pushing back against the thrusting cock as she tried to get his prick deep inside herself. She wasn't surprised as Paul walked around and stood at her face.
"Take my cock, baby," he groaned. "Suck on it. Show me what a good cocksucker you are."
She had never sucked cock before she met her father. Now she was willingly going to suck a stranger's cock. She knew she could have acted no more obscenely but she didn't care.
Her mouth was open. She pressed her lips against his prick. His fingers twisted in her hair and he pushed his cock between her lips. She willingly took his prick as deep into her mouth as she could. His fat prick throbbed inside her mouth. She didn't mind that. She sucked harder. She started using her tongue around his feverish prickflesh. He gripped the back of her head and he started fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Paul groaned. "She gives good blow-jobs. She fucking knows how to suck cock!"
Sharon was giving into the feelings that were threatening to tear apart her body. She had never been so abused and she had never loved it so much. Her pussy was quivering as her father kept ramming his prick into her fuck-hole. His cockhead rubbed her clitty and kept sending shivers of pleasure through her.
"Hold it tight, bitch," Paul said. "I'm almost there. Get fucking ready!"
Paul grabbed both sides of her head very tightly. His cock had already gotten slimy with cum and spit and she knew that he was almost ready to blow his wad into her mouth. She tried to relax. She knew what it was going to feel like. His cock was moving in and out of her mouth a little faster as he fucked her lips.
"I'm there, baby," he groaned. "I'm almost there. Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck!"
Then she could taste his hot cum bubbling up in her mouth, filling her mouth until she had to swallow again and again. She had to take it all down her throat. She nearly gagged a couple of times but somehow she kept swallowing. She found herself licking the last few drops of his cum off the tip of his prick.
He pulled his cock out of her lips, but the taste of cum remained in her mouth. She was nearly there. She had already been so hot. She started pushing her cunt back against her father's cock as hard as she could. She was getting all of his stiff prick inside her cunt and she loved it.
"Harder," she groaned. "Fuck me harder!"
Her father threatened to twist her titties off as he rammed into her cunt from behind. He rammed harder and harder and his prick kept getting deeper. She couldn't hold back anymore. The shiverish sensations were going all through her body.
"I'm coming, Daddy!" she screamed. "I'm going to fucking come. It's so good. It's so fucking good. Shit, it's nice. It's so fucking nice. Oh shiiit!"
Her body twisted and turned as exciting spasms went through her. She was pushing her cunt back against his cock a little harder. Somehow his prick was getting deeper inside her and she loved it. She closed her cunt walls tightly around his prick and she started sucking his cock with her cunt.
His cock seemed so much bigger than before. She could hardly take it all. She couldn't believe it when he stopped fucking her. He pulled his prick out of her cunt. He rolled her over on her back and moved up her body. He pushed her tits together around his cock and he began to fuck the valley between them. In a moment, her tits were wet with his dripping cum.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just relax, baby," he told her. "Your mother used to love this!"
He was fucking her tits. He took his hands away and she knew what he wanted. She pushed her tits together around his prick. She held them tightly as he moved in and out of them.
"Now use your tongue, baby," he said. "Lick the end of my cock. Lick it!"
She still had the strong taste of cum on her tongue but she was hungry for more. She couldn't help herself. She lowered her head and started licking at his blood-bloated prick tip every time his cock appeared from between her tits.
She realized that Paul had gone to the door and he had opened it. There was a crowd coming into the room, men and women. They were ail watching and stroking each other. They were going to watch her get a face full of cum.
"That's it, baby," her father groaned. "That's it. Keep licking my cockhead."
It shamed her that so many people were watching but there was nothing she could do now. She had to take it. She had to do as her father wanted. She lowered her head and she kept licking at the head of his swollen cock. She kept tasting cum.
"Oh fucking shit," her father groaned. "Oh shit. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, I'm coming. Oh fucking shiiit!"
His prick exploded with a gallon of thick white cum. It ran down her face in rivers. She started licking at it and she knew that made her even more obscene. In just a few seconds her father had covered her face with sticky cum. She felt like she had taken a bath in spunk. She thought she was going to be sick to her stomach. He father moved up and started wiping his prick in her hair.
All of the people were watching with hungry looks. She had never felt so hotly vulnerable and yet she had never felt so hot before. Her pussy was burning again. Her father was turning her into some kind of whore.
CHAPTER NINE
Elizabeth noticed the police car leaving as she drove her car into the drive. She knew that Bob had to be worried sick. Elizabeth really didn't feel sorry for him. Bob was a good-looking man but he was such a mouse. And a stupid one. He had thought he was doing Sharon a favor by getting her together with her father. Bob had no idea of what kind of animal Hank was.
Elizabeth felt her hands tremble as she thought about Hank. She didn't understand why Hank had a funny kind of hold over women. Elizabeth had felt it the first time they had met. She had been his from that moment. She had only been a kid when she had first met Hank but, even then, she had been a well-developed girl. Hank had wasted no time in getting her behind some bushes and giving her a savage fuck. She had been his ever since.
Elizabeth hated him. She knew that, but she also knew she would have sucked his cock in the middle of town in broad daylight if he had commanded her to.
Elizabeth was running an errand tonight. Hank didn't really give a damn if Bob missed his wife. Hank didn't give a damn about anything or anybody. But he really didn't want Bob chasing him with the police. Hank wanted to settle the question of where Sharon was and what Sharon was doing.
Elizabeth almost started feeling sorry for Bob as he opened the door. He looked bad. He hadn't shaved and he had been drinking. His eyes were mean in a way she hadn't seen them before.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I'm Elizabeth. Remember me? Sharon's cousin."
"All right. Come in."
He opened the door and she went in. Sharon had only been gone for two nights but Bob was letting the house go. He was taking it hard.
Elizabeth shuddered. She wanted to get in and out of this quickly.
"You like a drink or something?" he asked. "The police were just here. They can't find her."
"I know," Elizabeth said. "I know where she is."
"You what?" Bob asked. His voice was hard and his eyes were full of accusation.
"I know where she is and she doesn't want you to try and find her. She doesn't want to see you anymore. She's happy doing what she's doing."
"I don't believe you."
She sent these pictures to you," Elizabeth said, "to prove her point."
Elizabeth had not personally looked at the pictures, but she knew what they had to be. Bob took them and sat down on the couch. She could see over his shoulder as he opened up the yellow envelope and started looking through the pictures.
Elizabeth gasped. They were even worse than she had imagined. She had never dreamed that Sharon had been taken to the roadhouse or that her own father would allow those things to be done to her.
There were a dozen pictures and every one showed Sharon getting fucked in a different position and evidently enjoying it.
"You fucking bitch," Bob said.
Elizabeth started to say something but it was too late. Bob came off the chair, screaming like a madman. She tried to protect her face but he hit her so hard that he bruised her cheek.
She fell over the couch. Her skirt slid up. She was trying to straighten her skirt as he reached down and dragged her to her feet.
"Where is she?" Bob asked. "Where is this place?"
"I don't know," Elizabeth said.
He hit her again and he kept hitting her until Elizabeth started remembering things. Elizabeth remembered the entire story. She told everything about Hank and Sharon and even about herself and Hank.
"So you fuck him too?" Bob asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth answered weakly.
"Well I guess you can fuck me then."
Bob reached down and grabbed the front of her blouse. He ripped it down in one savage motion. Her big, creamy tits threatened to spill out of her blouse. This was one thing she hadn't been expecting, but now it seemed to her that she should have. He was angry at his wife for fucking around on him and he was taking it out on Elizabeth.
"You don't have to rip my clothes," Elizabeth said. "I'll take them off!"
Elizabeth got up. She was in a hurry. She didn't want him hitting her anymore. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled it away from her big tits. He grabbed it and dropped it on the floor. He slapped her titties with his hands until it was hurting. She hurriedly tried to slip out of her skirt. He kept slamming her big tits.
"You're hurting me," she said. "Please stop. I'll do what you want. Anything you want!"
She was slipping out of her panties. He grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her down to her knees on the living room floor. She knew exactly what he wanted and her hands went to his cock. One hand stroked the length of his cock as her other hand fumbled with his zipper. She pulled it down. She undid his belt and then used both hands to pull down his trousers and shorts.
His cock was only half hard but she knew her educated tongue would soon take care of that. She bent her head forward and blew hot breath on the tip of his cock. She moved one hand up the insides of his thighs and she started caressing his big balls. She moved her face closer to his stiff cock. She let her lips touch his prick all over. She started moving her hot mouth down the side of his prick to his balls.
Her fingers caressed his heavy balls as her mouth opened and she began licking at his balls. Her fingers moved away. She kept using her tongue on the side of his balls. She sucked one of his hot balls into her mouth and started sucking gently.
"Oh yeah, "Elizabeth" he groaned. "I've always wanted somebody to do that. That feels nice!"" Her lips kept caressing Ins heavy balls.
He put both hands on the side of her head. He pulled her up. She knew what he wanted. Her tongue moved up the soft underside of his cock. She coated his prick with her spit. She moved her lips to the head of his cock.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Come on and suck my fucking prick. Take it in your fucking mouth and suck it!"
She opened her mouth and she took his heavy cockhead inside her mouth. She held his prick inside her mouth gingerly. She opened a little wider and started sucking his prick deeper into her mouth. She kept her lips tightly closed around his prickflesh as she moved her head forward. His cock slid a little deeper into her wet mouth.
"Oh yes," he groaned. "I like that. That feels fucking good. That feels so fucking nice!"
She moved her fingers back to his balls again. She started teasing his balls with her fingers as she moved her head a little more. She sucked his fat prick all the way inside her mouth. She had his balls against her chin. She tightened her lips on his fat cockflesh. She tasted his cum. She liked the taste. She started moving her head up and down again and there was spit dripping down the side of her mouth.
His hands moved down her body. He grabbed her big tits. For the first time she felt a quick nervous shudder going through her. She hadn't expected to get turned on by Bob. She had always thought of him as sort of a wimp. He wasn't acting like a wimp today. He was acting like a crazy man and it was making her hot.
"You've got big fucking tits, baby," Bob said. "You've got nice big tits. You're really built, baby. You've got the biggest tits I've ever felt."; His hands kept gripping her tits. He grabbed both sides of her blouse and ripped it apart. His hands slipped inside the opening in the blouse. He slipped his hands into her bra. His hands cupped her almost naked tits. He couldn't get enough of her creamy tits into his hands. He slipped his hands around behind and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders.
"Fucking nice tits," he moaned. "Really nice tits. You've got a fucking nice pair of them, baby!"
She was moaning. Her nipples were getting hard as he played with her tits. Her mouth opened wider and she started sucking his prick even deeper into her mouth. Her lips moved faster. She was sucking his hard cock-knob down the back of her throat. She could taste even more of his salty-flavored cum. She moved her fingers around his cock and balls. She was getting hot. Her pussy was getting wet and she was feeling wild.
Some of his cum was dripping out of her mouth and wetting her chin. Elizabeth didn't care. She was too damn hot.
His hands squeezed her tits until she thought he was going to squeeze them off. He started brushing his fingers across her nipples until they were hard as rock. He pushed her away from his cock. She went back on the floor. He kneeled down beside her. His hands covered her tits again. He leaned forward and his mouth opened. He gently sucked one of her nipples into his lips. He opened his mouth a little wider and he started sucking her tit hungrily. He was sucking almost all of her titty inside his lips.
"Oh yes, baby," she moaned. "Oh yes, that's good. That feels so fucking good!"
He let his lips lock tightly around her swollen tit. He let his teeth scrape against her titty-flesh. He pulled his head back. He was dripping spit over her tits. He moved his hungry lips from one tit to the other. He sucked on her tits like an animal. It was sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
He moved his lips from one swollen tit to the other. He was sucking hard and she felt his teeth biting gently. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him tighter against her. She was squirming in pleasure. She hadn't expected Bob to get her this hot.
"Get naked, baby," he said.
Elizabeth moved away. She quickly unhooked her skirt and slipped out of it. She slid her panties down her long legs. She moved back into his arms. She spread her legs as his hand cupped her pussy mound. His fingers slid into her cunt and started moving in and out. His hungry mouth went back to her tits again. He started sucking gently and letting his teeth scrape across her nipples.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth moaned. "Oh yes, that does feel so nice!"
Elizabeth squirmed with pleasure as Bob kept Angering her cunt. This was even better than she had hoped. She wondered why Sharon had to go out for sex when she had Bob at home.
Elizabeth moved around until she had put her lips against his prick again. She held his big cock in her tight fingers and she moved her hand up and down. Some of his pre-cum dripped from the tip and she licked it away. She could taste his salty flavor all through her body. She pushed Bob down on his back. Her fingers caressed his big cock. She moved her fingers up and down his prick. Her fingers started caressing his balls. She nearly swallowed his entire cock. She sucked his prick all the way down her throat. She let her teeth scrape his feverish cockflesh.
She started moving her head up and down as fast as she could. She was tasting more of his cum swirling around in her mouth. She could feel it dripping out of the corners of her mouth.
She kept her hand on his cock as she pushed him flat on his back. She moved over him. She leaned over and pressed her nipples against his chest. She began rubbing her tits against his chest.
He was pushing up against her cunt. His hard cock was rubbing against her belly. She reached down and grabbed his prick. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. She shifted her position so that his hard cock was resting against her cunt lips.
She raised up a little. She caught his cockhead inside her wet cunt lips. She moved down a little, until she had his cockhead firmly lodged inside her cunt.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Your cock feels good. Your cock feels good inside me."
She was in no hurry. She spread her legs a little wider and started moving her cunt up and down. Her fuck juices were running down the insides of her thighs. She pushed down a little more and caught his cock up inside her. She pushed down again and his swollen prick finally went all the way into her cunt.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth moaned. "Oh fucking yes. That feels so fucking nice. You don't know how good you're making me feel!"
She kept moving his hot prickhead up and down inside her pussy. She did it until she couldn't stand it anymore. Then she settled down on his prick all the way. She had his fat cock deep inside her and she sighed with pleasure.
She started bouncing up and down gently. Elizabeth thought that nothing had ever felt so good as having his big prick so deep inside her. She thought that even Hank's cock had not felt so good. She started squeezing her cunt walls as she bounced. Her fuck juices were flowing down the insides of her thighs. His cock started making wet sounds as he fucking into her. She leaned over and he captured one of her dangling nipples. He opened his mouth and started chewing gently. He opened his mouth wider and took the nipple into his lips. He sucked it farther into his mouth. His teeth started scraping her titty-flesh.
"Oh yes," Elizabeth moaned. "Oh yes, that's nice!"
Elizabeth leaned all the way over. Her tits pressed flat against his chest. She started moving her tits back and forth across his hairy chest. He started fucking his prick up inside her a little deeper. He was pushing hard and his prick seemed to get deeper inside her with every stroke. He put his arms around her and crushed her flat. She could hardly breathe. She touched his mouth with her mouth. Her tongue stabbed deep into his mouth. He started sucking. His tongue slid deeper into her mouth. He started moving his tongue in and out of her mouth exactly as he was tasting her.
"Oh, you feel so good," she moaned. "Oh yes. That feels so fucking good!"
He was pushing his prick a little faster and harder but she knew he wasn't getting the kind of penetration he wanted. She wasn't surprised when he pushed her over on her back. He spread her legs a little wider and he rammed his cock between her legs. His cock went deep into her pussy again. He held it there for a moment. She lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his back.
"Now fuck me," Elizabeth moaned. "I want it bad. Now fuck me fast and hard. I want it!"
"All right, you bitch," he said. "I'll give you more than you need. I'll fuck your ass off!"
He slid his hands underneath her shapely ass. He lifted her off the floor. He started fucking her cunt with his hard cock. He was trying to live up to his words. She did feel like he was going to twist her ass off with his grasping hands and probing cock.
"You like this, bitch?" he asked. "You like having a big hard cock in your cunt?"
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Oh yes, I like it!"
He fucked her harder and harder. Elizabeth hadn't come there to be fucked, but now she was really loving it. Getting fucked by Bob was a lot better than she had dreamed. His prick seemed to be getting deeper into her cunt with every stroke. His fat cockshaft was rubbing against her clitty and sending ripples of pleasure through her.
"Oh, baby," she groaned. "I'm almost there. I'm almost fucking there. Fuck me harder!"
He fucked her harder. He started slamming her cunt as hard as he could. She felt like she was being beaten by his fat cock. She felt like she was getting it deep inside her. She thought it was going to pass through her belly and out her mouth.
"That's fucking good," she moaned. "That's so fucking good. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, oh shiiiit!"
She was coming. Her body was being torn apart with her spasms of pleasure. The spasms went through her again and again. Elizabeth twisted again and again and her cunt flooded his prick with fuck juice. She didn't think she would ever stop coming. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as the last spasm went through her: "Keep moving that ass, baby," Bob said. "Keep moving your fucking ass. I'm going to fill you up with cum!"
She wanted the satisfaction of his cum inside her. She started moving her ass a little faster. She started squeezing her cunt walls together as she tried to drain him dry. She was lifting her ass up as high as she could and taking his prick deep inside her. She squeezed with her cunt walls again.
"You fucking bitch," he groaned. "Oh shit, you bitch. That feels good, so fucking good. I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot my wad. Oh fuuuuck!"
She lifted her ass up one last time as he thrust his cock into her. His cock went deep. His cock exploded in a thick river of jism that filled her cunt up. She kept moving her ass back and forth as she drained him completely dry. He finally relaxed and his body fell on top of hers.
"You were great, baby," he said. "Just great!"
Elizabeth wondered again why Sharon had to mess around when she had a stud like Bob at home.
CHAPTER TEN
Sharon felt like she had been given something that made her feel dazed. She knew that some part of her did not want to get up on the roadhouse stage, just as some part of her had not wanted those pictures taken that had been sent to Bob. But there was also a wild part of her that had wanted those things to happen to her. She couldn't understand why, but there was.
She could hear the music and she could hear Hank's loud laughter. She couldn't understand how he could do this to his own daughter. He was treating her like a whore.
He walked over to her and he grabbed her shoulder. He started pushing her up toward the stage. She held back but his hand squeezed her shoulder a little roughly.
"Get the fuck up there," he commanded.
"Please, I don't want to," she whispered. "Why are you treating me this way? I'm hour daughter."
"Sure, you're my daughter," he said. "And you're just like your mother. She was a cold-blooded bitch until she got a cock in her. She always treated me like a shit if I wasn't fucking her. Just like you do. I can see that in your eyes!"
"No," she whispered.
"Oh yeah, bitch," he said, "that's the way you treat me. Like some kind of second-class citizen. Well, you're not going to have any right to speak. I'm going to show you exactly what kind of whore you are. Now get up there on the stage."
She got up on the stage. The music was playing. She had on nothing but a pair of panties and she had been instructed to take them off. She slid them down her legs as she danced. She could have stood the jeering calls from the men and the hot eyes that feasted on her body. She could have stood all that if she hadn't known what was going to come next.
A young man got on the stage with her. The people watching were quiet with anticipation. In a few moments they were all going to see him fuck her. He walked forward and put his hands on her shoulders. His body still swayed to the music.
"Get down, baby," he said.
He had his hands tight on her shoulders and she could do nothing but what he told her. She went down on her knees and started kissing the head of his cock. She carefully took the head of his prick into her mouth. She held his cockhead gingerly inside her mouth for a few moments.
She vaguely heard a disturbance. She couldn't look around to see what was happening. The lights suddenly came back on and the young man pushed her away. She could see what was going on and she was shocked.
Bob had walked into the roadhouse and he was looking crazy. She had never seen her husband looking like this. He was walking toward the stage with a determined stride.
Hank got up. Hank was smiling. Sharon was sure her husband was about to be beaten within an inch of his life. Sharon was also sure that she loved her husband very much at that moment. She needed her husband. She realized that. She wanted him to drag her out of this place. But she knew that he wouldn't be able to do it.
"What the hell do you want?" Hank asked.
"I want my wife," Bob said.
"You mean that whore? You mean you'd take her back after watching her suck another guy's cock? You're a fucking pervert."
Her father was laughing as he towered over Bob. He looked so huge and so mean. Sharon had never expected Bob to move so quickly. His hand was balled into a fist as he struck her father in the face. Hank stepped back but the blow dazed him for a moment. The fight started for real and it was the bloodiest thing she had ever seen. Her husband fought like a wildcat. Hank was bigger and stronger, but he was not in good shape and he was out of breath quickly.
Bob moved in to finish her father off. Sharon couldn't believe it as her husband put her father on the floor. Nobody else wanted to interfere with the bloodied man who reached up for his wife. He caught her hand and she came down from the stage.
"Where are your clothes?" he asked.
"In back," she said.
There was loud laughter as he practically dragged her into the back of the roadhouse into the little room with the mattress. She was pushed into the room. She stumbled and her knees hit the floor. She rubbed her wrist where he had hurt her.
"Is this where the pictures were made?" Bob asked. "Is this where you sucked all those cocks?"
"Yes," she answered.
He hit her hard. She thought he was going to break her neck as he moved forward and hit her again. She was stretched out on the mattress and her husband kneeled over.
"I ought to kill you, bitch," he said.
For the first time in her life, Sharon was scared of her husband. Bob was a maddened animal. His fists hurt her when he hit her. She tasted blood from a cut lip. He kept slapping her. His hands moved down to her tits and he started squeezing hard. He started pinching her swollen nipples until she was begging him to stop.
He wouldn't stop. There was a look on his face that she had never seen before. He was going to hurt her bad. She couldn't protect herself.
"Please," she begged. "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Please don't hurt me anymore!"
He stopped hitting her. His face relaxed a little. He took out some pictures from his pocket and scattered them over her. She was certain what the pictures were without having to look at them. He stood up. He started undoing his zipper.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You know what I'm doing, bitch," he answered her. "I'm just going to get some of what you've done for those other men."
She understood then what he was mostly angry about. He wasn't so mad that she had fucked other men. He was angry because she had always refused to give him blow-jobs.
Now he wasn't asking. He was demanding. She had to do as he wanted.
He unzipped his trousers. He pulled them down and she could see that he wasn't wearing shorts. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to her hands and knees. He wrapped his fingers in her thick hair.
"Do a good job, bitch," he said. "Do a good fucking job!"
He pulled her face to his cock. Her lips pushed against his fat prickmeat. She used her lips down the soft underside of his prick, all the way to his balls. She sucked a little of his heavy balls into her mouth. She used her teeth on his balls. She opened her mouth a little wider.
"Fucking nice, baby," he groaned. "Yeah, you've been learning. They've been teaching you to suck cock real good!"
She moved her lips from his balls, up the soft side of his prick. She moved her lips from his balls and up to the head of his cock. She pushed her tongue around the head of his cock. She pushed her tongue into the tiny slit. She kept pushing her tongue at the tiny hole until she was tasting his cum. "Open your mouth wider, baby," he said. "I want to put my cock in your fucking mouth!"
He reached down and grabbed the back of her head a little more tightly. He started pushing. His prick pushed apart her lips. He pushed over her tongue.
She opened her mouth wider. She let her lips close around his prickmeat.
He kept pushing until his fat cockhead was at the back of her throat.
She closed her lips tightly around his prickmeat. She moved forward until she had his fat cockhead in the back of her throat again. She was tasting his cum again.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "Fucking yeah!"
His hands gripped her hair tighter. He started directing the movements of her head. He started pushing her up and down. Her lips closed a little more tightly around his prick. She could feel his hard cock-knob going into the back of her throat.
"Yeah, baby" he groaned again. "You know how to suck cock. You've really been taught to suck cock!"
There was saliva dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. His cum was mixing with her dripping spit and bubbling out of the corners of her mouth. She could feel spunk dripping to her tits, making her feel sticky. She didn't care. She wanted to suck his prick. She was loving it.
"Move your head faster," he groaned, "move your fucking head faster. Show me how much you love my cock!"
She was trying to prove how much she loved his cock. She was moving her head up and down as fast as she could. She was taking his cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She felt like his prick was going all the way into her belly. She didn't mind. She was using her tongue around his cockflesh. Her tongue was licking off his drops of cum and she was swallowing them. He had a strong salty taste. She realized that the brutal way he was treating her was making her feel shiverish all over.
His cock was getting bigger inside her mouth. He reached down and started pushing her away. She didn't know why but she moved away from his swollen prick. His prick was glistening with her spit. He pushed her back on the mattress.
He leaned down on top of her and his hot mouth covered one of her tits. He started sucking gently at her swollen tit. His tongue rolled over her hard nipple. He opened his mouth wider and sucked her titty into his mouth. He was sucking hard. His teeth kept nipping at her titty-flesh. He raised his head and started nibbling at her nipple.
He let his teeth scrape across her nipple. He opened his mouth wider and he started sucking harder at her tit. His spit was dripping out of his mouth and wetting her tits. She felt almost cold, except that her pussy was getting hotter by the moment. She thought she was going to pass out from the sweet pleasure he was giving her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Suck my tits. Suck them hard. You're making me so hot. Suck my tits!"
He began using his teeth a little more. He was nibbling at her titty-flesh with his teeth. He raised his head and showed her his tongue. That turned her on even more.
His mouth went down on her tits again. He began using his tongue in long swipes across one nipple. In moments her tits were wet with his spit. He took her hand and pressed it to his cock.
Her fingers circled his prickflesh and she moved her hand up and down. Her fingers stroked his heavy balls. She put her fingers back on the back side of his head. She held his head tightly and he opened his mouth wider.
He was trying to suck all of her tit inside his mouth. His teeth scraped her titty-flesh and sent shivers all through her body. He moved his lips down from her titties. He licked her belly. His tongue moved down to where her cunthair started.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh, baby, that feels so good!"
His tongue moved through her furry cunthair and between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs. His tongue slipped up between her thighs and let his tongue touch her cunt lips. She groaned in pleasure and opened her legs wider. She wondered why he hadn't done this before. He was making her feel so good.
His tongue parted her cunt lips. His tongue moved around inside her cunt for a moment. He let his tongue move against her clitty and it sent ripples through her body. Her fuck juices started leaking out of her wet cunt. He moved his tongue until he was licking at her clitty. He sucked her clitty between his lips.
"Oh yes, baby," she groaned. "Oh yes, that's good. You're making me feel so good!"
His lips caught her clitty and he started sucking as hard as he could. The ripples of pleasure kept going through her body. She was afraid he was going to stop but her husband was not going to stop. He was taking her to heights of pleasure she had never known before. It was unlike anything she had experienced and she thought she was going to pass out. She didn't know her husband could eat pussy this good. His tongue started stabbing into her once more. His tongue was on fire and it seemed to put her entire body on fire.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, that's fucking fantastic. You don't know how good it feels!"
He was exploring all of the inside of her cunt with his tongue. There was no place that he didn't seem to touch. Finally he moved his tongue out of her cunt and moved up her body. He kissed her mouth and she tasted her own fuck juices on his tongue.
"I bet your pussy is hot now, baby," he said.
"Oh yes," she moaned.
"Roll over, bitch," he said. "Get on your face. I'm going to fuck you from behind."
He got up long enough for her to roll over. He moved down on top of her and pressed his cock against her pussy from behind. She gasped as he drove his prick into her savagely. He left his cock deep inside of her for a moment.
"Now I'm going to fuck you like a dog," he said. "Just like the bitch in heat you are!"
He slipped his hands around her and grabbed her big tits. Her husband had never fucked her this way before, but somehow she knew she was going to love it. She was right. She could tell from his first few strokes that he was going to excite her.
"Oh yeah, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me!"
"Move that hot little ass," he told her. "Don't make me do all the work. Move your sweet ass!"
She couldn't have held still even if she'd wanted to. She started moving her ass back against him. She tingled at the scrape of his cockhead against her cunt walls. Every time he fucked forward, his cock moved closer to her clitty. She couldn't stay still. She was moving back against him like a wild animal.
His hands moved to grip her tits. He held onto them tightly as he fucked. His fingers pinched her nipples and sent hot excitement deep within her. It was more than she could bear. She began moving faster. Her pussy juices soaked his cock. She could hear his cock making wet sounds as he fucked his cock home.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "You're going to make me come. You're going to make me fucking come. Oh yes, it feels good. It feels so damn fucking good. Oh fuuuuck!"
Her fuck juices started pouring out of her cunt as the sweet spasms of pleasure rocked her again and again. She thought she was going to pass out but somehow she kept moving back against his cock. Her husband had never made her feel so good.
Her husband suddenly took his prick out of her pussy. He reached up and grabbed her by her hair and forced her to turn around again. She knew what he wanted. She didn't have to be told to open her mouth as he pressed his cock into her. He started driving his cock down her throat. He was brutally mouth-fucking her.
"I'm fucking your face, bitch," he told her. "I'm fucking your face and I'm going to keep fucking your face whenever I feel like it. I'm going to give you a mouthful of fucking cum!"
He fucked her face harder. He rammed her face. He was driving his prick deep into her mouth and she could taste his cum. She kept sucking on his prick each time he rammed into her mouth. She? wanted him to come. She was taking deep breaths so that she would not gag when it happened.
"Cunt," he groaned. "Fucking cunt. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come! Oh shit, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. I'm fucking coming. Shiiit!"
He rammed her mouth hard and left his prick deep inside her throat. His prick exploded down the back of her throat. His cum started spurting and she could hardly swallow it all. She kept swallowing until she was sure she had gotten it. He finally relaxed and the last of his jism dripped into her mouth. She kept licking.
"That's enough, baby," he said. "You'll suck it off!"
She let him pull his cock from her mouth. Some of his cum dripped down her chin. She didn't care. Now she was looking at him with alarm as he started to dress.
"What are you going to do?" she asked her husband.
"Right now we're going to get dressed," he said. "You're going home with me."
"All right," she said.
"But things will have to change if you stay with me," he said. "You'll have to change. You'll have to be my complete slave. You'll have to blow me when I want and suck my cum. You'll have to blow anybody I might tell you to blow. I'll own your ass. You agree to those conditions and maybe we can work something out."
"I agree," she said.
"Then let's get the fuck out of here. I've got some ideas about how to spend the afternoon."
She dressed hurriedly. She had no idea what her husband's commands would be, but she knew they would be interesting. She was one housewife who wouldn't be bored anymore.
Her father was gone when they went back outside and she was pretty sure she would never see him again. He had gotten what he wanted and he sure didn't want to mess with a stud like her husband again.
She smiled as she thought of her husband. Damn, but things were going to be better from now on. Much better.
