The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to Himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
The red convertible car sped westward through the rolling hills that separated the fertile farmlands of northern California from the Pacific Ocean. The road descended westward into a redwood forest, and before long, a narrow green river could be seen following alongside the road through the woods.
"There it is," Gregg said with a contented smile of homecoming. "The Navarro River." Daphne could almost hear her heart beating as the river came into view. Gregg had told her many times about the river, and about his family's inn which she knew was somewhere near the river's mouth. They'd be there any minute, at the place where she and her new husband would be living for the next few years!
Daphne felt her stomach tighten thinking of the meeting that was about to come. She had never met Gregg's mother before, and she hoped things would go better than when Gregg had met her family the day before. That had been horrible. Daphne looked away from her new husband so that he wouldn't see just how upset she was, remembering. She and Gregg had been married just yesterday morning by a justice of the peace in Monterey. They'd driven all the way down the coast to Santa Barbara at Daphne's insistence, to tell her parents the news. Her mother had cried-well, Daphne had expected that. But she hadn't expected her to go on as long and hard and bitterly as she had.
"He's just not at all what we had in mind for you," her mother had sniffed. "He isn't our kind of person... Oh, Daphne, how could you! With the upbringing you've had, the best schools, the finest people, and you've gone and married that, that ruffian!"
Ruffian! Daphne angrily said to herself, thinking of her sweet, gentle husband. Her father had taken Gregg off into the library to drink a bottle of champagne he had opened in celebration. It was what her father did on any occasion, it seemed to Daphne. He was always looking for an excuse to drink a little more.
She wondered what Gregg and her father were talking about and she hoped that her father was being nicer about him than her mother was. Maybe Gregg was a little rough looking, Daphne thought. But that had been precisely what had attracted her to him. He was so different from those uptight Princeton and Yale men she was always meeting back East where she went to school. She knew they were just the kind of men that her mother would approve of with their club ties and blue blazers. But as far as Daphne was concerned, they just pretended to be gentlemen. Gregg was a real gentleman despite his rugged good looks and tousled hair. He treated her like a princess, not like those Ivy Leaguers who seemed to want only one thine from her.
"You have no right to plan my life as if it were your own!" she said to her weeping mother. "I'm eighteen years old, old enough to vote and to know what I want to do and I love Gregg and I married him and that's that."
They hadn't stayed to dinner with her parents, but had left within an hour after Daphne had packed a few things. Then they'd driven through the night to get to Gregg's mother's house that day. That way they'd save money. They were tired from being up so long, but they'd get plenty of rest once they got there. Gregg kept reminding her. They'd spend the next few days in bed!
"Here we are," Gregg said, pulling off the road, down a dirt driveway and up to a run-down motel. A small sign in the parking lot said "Salt's Inn."
So this was it, Daphne realized with a sinking feeling. The name Gregg had told her conjured up images of a rambling old Victorian house by the sea. She didn't expect it to look like any other motel, and a run-down one at that. But that was why Gregg had to live here for a while, to help his mother fix the place up. It had been going steadily down hill in the three years since his father's death.
Daphne smoothed back her long blond hair wishing that she'd worn a scarf for the drive. The wind had tangled her hair hopelessly, she discovered, trying to comb the long, straight tresses with her fingers. She would have liked to look neater for her first meeting with her new mother-in-law. But it was too late now to do anything about it. Already she could see a lovely woman coming out the screen door of the cabin marked "Office." She knew right away it was Gregg's mother. She had his same curly black hair, and from the way it was arranged, pinned up carelessly on top of her head with whisps falling down around her pretty, smiling face, Daphne saw that she need not have worried about her own messy hair.
Gregg honked his horn in greeting as he pulled to a halt in the dirt driveway. His mother came running towards them. She gave them each a warm hug, then, with her arm around her son, started back to the "Inn," leaving Daphne to walk behind them.
"Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in!" came a deep voice right behind Daphne. She turned, startled, and was surprised to see a tall black man towering over her. She couldn't tell if it was because he had appeared so suddenly, or because of the way he looked at her, but there was something about the man that frightened her.
She felt distinctly uncomfortable as she tried to withstand the man's forthright gaze. His eyes were full of mischief and his lips seemed curled in a sardonic smile as he listened to her stammering, explaining who she was. He didn't introduce himself, but she knew he must be Leon the handyman. Gregg had told her that Leon was a little weird and not to let him bother her, but he hadn't really said exactly what he meant by "A little weird."
She smiled bravely back at the black man who seemed to be laughing at some private joke he was telling himself. He turned and took their suitcases out of the car and was carrying them into the house. She reminded herself that she mustn't be prejudiced-it was one of the things that she couldn't stand about her snobby parents. Still, there was something about the black handyman that she instinctively distrusted.
"Yes, yes, yes," she heard him saying to himself right behind her, "we haven't seen anything as nice and young as that around here in a long time!"
Daphne quickened her footsteps and almost ran across the parking lot and through the screen door into which her husband and his mother had disappeared just moments before. It was almost as though she were afraid of being alone with the man. But she felt that she could cope with anything as long as she was near Gregg.
She found Gregg and his mother in the back of the cabin in the kitchen which was surprisingly large and spacious. Greggy was already rummaging around in the refrigerator and his mother was at the sink fixing some lemonade. Daphne sat down at the big round oak table and looked around at the homey, comfortable kitchen. Perhaps this place would be more like a home, after all.
She heard the distant slam of a screen door and thought that it was probably the handyman putting Gregg and her luggage in their room. Their room! The thought sent a shiver all through her. She tried to think whether she felt any different from the way she'd felt the morning before... before she'd become Mrs. Gregg Salt... but she couldn't see any difference, except, of course, for her nervousness. It had seemed so right... marrying Gregg like that, impulsively, and without very much advanced notice. But after all, she'd known him all that summer. Her mind went back to the day she first saw him, that sunny day in Monterey when she'd gone off from the others in her art class to paint down on the docks. There he was, unloading heavy fishing nets from a picturesque boat, bare to the waist. With that dark, curly hair, those broad, tanned shoulders, that muscular back, he was the handsomest man she'd ever seen. He looked like some Greek fishermen she'd seen in movies and she felt herself responding to the sight of him as she never had to those silly Ivy Leaguers back east.
They dated all summer. He turned out to be a college student like herself, but he had graduated that June. She still had two more years before she finished, so when the summer ended, she was due to return to the girl's school in Boston her parents sent her to. But when the day came for him to go north and for her to go south to Santa Barbara before the long flight East, they had not wanted to separate from each other. That night they had spent together had decided it... she really wanted him... and they had to get married... or else they would have...
"Penny for your thoughts... "Gregg's mother set a tall glass of pink lemonade down in front of Daphne. Daphne blushed a deep crimson because once more she was about to think about the events that had led to their hurried wedding and her natural sense of propriety made it seem as though anyone looking at her might see exactly what it was that was on her mind.
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Salt," she said. "I... I just love pink lemonade!"
"Call me, Salty. That's what everybody else calls me, honey," said the older, voluptuously curved woman, smiling at her daughter-in-law. I'll bet she's thinking about tonight, she was thinking. I bet they haven't even done it yet! From the looks of her she never has with anyone else either!
"Haven't had much experience, have you dear?" the mother asked, brushing a clump of damp hair from her forehead and settling her full, womanly body into a chair across from Daphne. Daphne felt skinny and pallid compared to her tanned, earthy looking mother-in-law.
"Wha... what do you mean?" she asked. The question was shocking to say the least. Surely she couldn't be referring to...
"Experience in being a wife... " Salty replied in a softer tone, slicing a piece of home made banana bread and popping it into her mouth. She chuckled to herself over the young girl's shocked expression. "We just got Gregg's phone call from Monterey yesterday... you two must have driven straight through the night!"
"Yes... yes we did... we thought it was silly to stop any place since we were so close to being here." Daphne wasn't sure whether she liked her mother-in-law or not. She couldn't seem to be sure just what the older woman was trying to say to her, what her ironic smile and tone of voice were implying. Gregg was busy munching on a turkey leg and didn't seem to be paying any attention to them at all.
There was the sound of the screen door slamming, and then heavy footsteps. Leon strode into the kitchen. "Well, we going to have a little action around here for a change!" he said loudly.
"It been too quiet around here for you Leon?" Gregg asked, giving the tall, handsome black man a friendly slap on the back in greeting.
"Well, you know, Gregg. I can get pretty lonely in these woods with no one around."
Daphne stood up. She wanted to get close to Gregg again, to feel his reassuring arms around her. "You mean there's no other guests in the Inn?" She asked, getting the gist of the conversation between the two men.
"No... not till we get the place shaped up again," Gregg said. "It's too much trouble trying to work around people. We have to keep shutting the water off, the electricity. And listening to the sound of the hammer and nails, well that isn't most people's idea of a peaceful retreat. But that's great, honey. That'll give us time to get settled in, and it'll be a little more like a secluded honeymoon without a lot of people around."
Daphne blushed and tried to pull away as Gregg hugged her to him and kissed her cheek. She wanted to push him away, but she decided it was best not to make more of a fuss.
"Well, don't you worry about us either," said Leon, chuckling in a way that made Daphne even more uncomfortable. "Salty and I will be just as quiet as a couple of church mice. You won't even know we're around. Isn't that right, Mrs. Salt? They'll be almost like alone, like all honeymooners want to be." He slapped his knee and winked at her, and Daphne felt like disappearing into the woodwork as Mrs. Salt turned away with an amused chuckle. It seemed as if Leon was going to go on and on with his chiding.
"That's enough, Leon," Gregg said finally. "Let's see you start being quiet as a church mouse right now!"
Gregg led his new bride on a tour of the rest of the place, but wherever they went, Daphne was sure she could hear Leon and Gregg's mother laughing loudly in the kitchen, and she was sure they were laughing at her.
"Well, honey," Gregg asked after he'd shown her the dining room, the recreation room and the patio with the outdoor barbeque pit. "What do you think of the place? Think you can stick it out for a year? It shouldn't take more than that to put it back into shape."
"Oh, yes, Gregg... I love it! It's a wonderful place." Once she'd gotten over the initial disappointment, she'd begun to like the place, the rustic cabins, the dark wood walls, the big stone fireplace in the recreation room. She even loved the spider webs in the rafters in the ceiling of that room. But most of all she loved any place that Gregg was. They were alone for a few moments and she was relieved to be able to concentrate on him again. There was some-thing about him, a rock hard calmness, that made her feel so safe when he was near.
"Hey, let's go to our room!" he suddenly said. "I'll show you where we'll be living." Daphne nodded and snuggled closer to him. She felt a violent thrill racing through her. Their room! Yesterday she was a single girl... and now... tonight... she would be sleeping with this tall, strong man... sleeping with her husband for the first time ever!
Their arms around each other, they walked through the dusty parking lot and to a cabin that didn't have a number on the door. Daphne liked that; it made the room seem less impersonal, less like a motel. After all, it was to be their home. When they stepped inside, she was somewhat taken aback by the mustiness of the place, the drabness of the faded curtains. A little paint and some brightly colored fabric would fix that.
Gregg closed the door behind them and she felt her petite, slender body tremble. He took his new wife in his arms, delighting in the small, delicate feel of her. He could feel the full voluptuous mounds of her breasts against his chest. This was not a little girl he was dealing with, he thought, but a woman. And a good looking woman at that! She was about the most luscious thing that he'd ever set eyes on, with that long, silky blonde hair of hers and the pale, cool blue eyes. When he had first started seeing Daphne, his friends had teased him unmercifully about her because they knew she never came to spend the night at his apartment like their own girlfriends did. It hadn't been easy waiting, but Daphne had insisted upon it, and Gregg knew that in a way it had been this that really made him fall for her as he'd never fallen before. It was always easy to find a little action these days, and for him it was a refreshing change to meet a girl with principles like her. She was just the kind of girl he'd always wanted to marry.
"Your all mine, now, honey... "he whispered softly into Daphne's ear. Gregg could feel her trembling against him in response, and he knew that she wanted him every bit as badly as he wanted her. They both knew that... and the very thought that they would be together in bed within a short while, that he would be touching her nakedness all over, feeling her smooth and warm body beside him, made his already hard cock pulse excitedly in anticipation of the moment when it would at last be slipping high up into her tight virginal pussy.
"Gregg... ouch, you're hurting me!" Daphne squealed, pulling back a little. "You're squeezing me too hard!"
"Sorry Daph... it's just that you're so close, so real... " his lips pressed against her as he pulled her back toward him, his tongue darting forward to separate her lips, thrusting hungrily inside, searching out her own tongue in a deep and passionate kiss. He was thinking about what she'd been like shortly before they'd decided to get married.
They'd gone down to Big Sur for dinner, their last dinner together before she'd go down to Santa Barbara. They were parked outside the restaurant high on a cliff above the dark sea. They kissed and one thing lead to another. They'd both been sure that they wouldn't see each other for one whole long year, maybe forever, and their heated, fervent kisses had gotten more passionate than usual. Always before, Daphne had stopped his roving hands-but this time she had let him feel the soft heat of her trembling breasts up under her thin blouse, had crooned out her pleasure as he'd teased the tiny erect nipples. Then, as his hand had gone down under the elastic of her tight nylon panties and he'd grazed the silken fluffy cuntal hair down there, she'd quivered against him and told him how much she wanted that... that and much more!
Gregg had screeched out of the parking spot and headed for the motel just down route I and the nearest bed he could find. He pulled into the Ranch house Inn, his rock-hard penis throbbing unmercifully at the thought of what awaited him within moments. They'd gotten inside the motel room when she broke down in tears. "We can't... no... not here in this awful place, this, this motel... "
Gregg still could hear her sobbing words and feel his own disappointment, and it was during that long, painful night of being with her in that motel room and not being able to fuck her, it was during the hours of sleepless early dawn, that they had decided to head back to Monterey and get married.
And now, here they were in another motel room... but it was his own family's place, and now she was legally his. He held her close against his own hard tense body. She was his and he could do anything he wanted with her! The thought drove him wild and he began to pull on Daphne's thin peasant blouse.
"Come on... come here baby. Let's go to bed right now," he said with a low growl.
The young blonde stiffened in his arms. "No... not now... not in broad daylight. Your mother said she was fixing us lunch... she's waiting for us. Please, Gregg."
To prove her point she gestured to the window where the bright afternoon sun was streaking in, lighting up the dust that floated in the unused room.
But Gregg persisted, pulling at the softness of her blouse down over one pale, small shoulder, cooing encouraging words even as his young bride struggled to get away. "No, Gregg, please. Not now."
Gregg stopped, suddenly angry. "Not now!" he mimicked. "That's what you always say... but when? Your mine now, there's nothing to stop us now. You're my wife, and I know you want it every bit as much as I do!"
"Please! Gregg. Don't be such a... such a ruffian!" Daphne tried desperately to get her blouse back up over her shoulders where Gregg had pulled it down. This was not the way she'd pictured it. It was all wrong. His mother waiting, their room all dusty and damp. She wanted to air the place out, fix it up a little bit. Then later, after dinner, they'd go for a walk in the redwoods. They'd kiss, and then walk slowly back to their little cabin. She'd put on her pretty nightgown and slip into bed and wait for him beneath the covers. He would come to her slowly and softly remove the little nightie, then, gently, very gently, he would initiate her into the joys of love she was so eager to discover with her new husband. But now... now it was nothing at all like that, and Gregg's lust-distorted features seemed ugly and unfamiliar to her.
"Come on Gregg. Let's go back to your mother. Why, we've hardly had a chance to get to know each other, her and me. We can't just disappear like this, she'll wonder what happened to us... " she was babbling on, not quiet sure of what she was saying, desperately trying to dissuade her new husband, but Gregg had only one thing on his mind now and he was going to get it!
He forced Daphne over to the bed and pushed her hard so that she fell down upon it. Then as he saw her helplessly flailing in an attempt to get back up, he lay down on the bed beside her and put his arms around her small waist, trying to press his lips against her once more in a willfully determined kiss.
"NNNNNNmmmmmffffh... " Daphne moaned, kicking her legs out and pounding against Gregg's hard back with her fists, but she only managed to make him more excited.
God, what fight she's got in her! But she'll come around, she'll come around! And when she does, she'll really be something! he thought as his fingers began to work up the soft, firm, quivering thighs of her slender, supple legs whose silken flesh led farther up under the material of her short shorts to the flimsy nylon panties hiding his new bride's virginal cunt.
"Take it easy, honey. Take it easy... " he crooned, tightening his grip around her waist as with his other hand he moved steadily up between the two columns of smooth trembling flesh which tried in vain to resist his steady advance. Then his middle finger was rising up beneath the tight elastic band of Daphne's panties and he touched inside, feeling the slippery warmth, the hair-lined crevice of her untouched young pussy!
"Gregg!" Daphne gasped in protest. But he was already rummaging into the delicate flesh of her cunt, spreading the split of her moistly cringing pussy lips, moving his middle finger harshly back and forth until it found the tender bud of her clitoris and began a steady flicking motion there.
"It hurts... ow... you're hurting me!" she cried, trying to twist away. The covers were rumpling beneath them as they thrashed upon the bed and the overpowered young bride began to grow more and more frightened as she realized that Gregg wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her protests. He was determined to do what he wanted to do to her, no matter what she said!
"So long... I waited for so long... " he muttered wetly into her ear as his hand moved insistently between her legs, covering and sliding up into the unwilling moist area of her quivering young pussy.
"Leave me alone!" she moaned helplessly, trying to push him away from her. The frightened young girl didn't feel anything at all but pain. She didn't want to feel any pleasure, not like this, not now. Oh why... why couldn't he wait? She just couldn't let him do this to her, even though he was her own husband! She envisioned the way she had wanted it to be the first time, and she realized it was not going to be that way at all-that all her childhood fantasies were going to be shattered in this one cruel hour-that she had perhaps made a dreadful mistake in marrying this man on the spur of the moment. Oh, perhaps her mother had been right! How had she known that he was a ruffian! The man who was pawing her now fit her mother's description. He was not the same man, the polite, handsome boy who would always stop when she told him to, who never went farther than the wonderful burning kisses that she had come to crave during their many dates that summer. Oh where was he now? And who was this horrible man pawing her? He bore little resemblance to the Gregg she had loved.
"You're being mean!" she shrieked. "You're horrible!" Her blue eyes were filled to the brim with tears, and her silky blonde hair was mussed and tangled on the bed beneath her flailing head. As Gregg looked down, this pale creature looked absolutely beautiful to him, and her words inflamed him more than before. Within moments he was going to fuck her silly, this lovely young woman who'd tempted him for so many months that long, hot summer. He would fuck in spite of her protests, right there on that nubby cotton bedspread. There was just no way he could wait any longer. The throbbing of his rock-hard cock told him that much, and gritting his teeth a bit he reached down to release its aching girth from his pants.
"Alright... you want me to do it the hard way!" he said. "You want me to make you do it... I wanted to make it easier for you... but you're forcing me... "
"Oh, please, not now, Gregg... later... later will be better... not now!" Daphne wailed.
"Later!" Gregg spat the word out. "You've been teasing me ever since I met you, Daphne, my dear. But today, I'm not going out to find some other honey to screw just because you've left me so hot I couldn't stand it. That's right! If you want to know, that's what I did all those nights after I left you in your little chaperoned rooming house! How else did you think I could have taken it?"
Daphne turned her face away, feeling the tears sliding down her cheeks, her face flushed red as she closed her eyes tightly. The words hurt her so much that she didn't know how she could stand it-the idea that after their romantic evenings together, Gregg had gone to some other girl for satisfaction! The bride of one day was stunned. She felt an undeniable horror lurking deep inside her. Life was not as it had seemed at all; was this how men were underneath?
Some of the fight was knocked out of her by this startling revelation, and Gregg took full advantage of the moment. Hurriedly, he reached around her and unzipped her shorts, then in one motion he slipped them, and the white nylon panties underneath, down and off her long legs and tossed them to the floor. Then his probing fingers were back, the thick middle finger touching the new fully exposed little slit of her blonde hair-trimmed pussy.
With his middle finger he continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers searched for the tight virginal passage of her vagina. He found it and pushed at the soft fleshy lips of her defenseless cunt, easing one finger up inside slowly... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger slipped moistly all the way up into the wet warm cavern between her legs. He could feel the hot, wet walls of her velvety vagina clinging tightly around his finger and he rotated it around up inside, tantalizingly within her, trying to force the love-juices from her defenseless cunt. It was a natural reaction-he wanted her to be completely wet and open when he fucked his cock into her. Finally, he inserted another finger into her convulsively resisting passage. They would hardly fit, she was so virginally narrow. Lord, she's going to be a tight little screw, he thought lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he continued his intrusion, but Gregg mistook her cry for a sigh of ecstasy and continued to work his fingers around and around inside her now wildly stretching pussy. She couldn't get away from him.
His two fingers deeply embedded inside her vagina, the excited young husband could feel a shudder run through his wife's whole body and hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the jelly-like surface of her straining restricting passage, reaching right up to the high arch deep inside where her cunt ran into her cervix.
Daphne squirmed and writhed beneath the finger-fucking of her husband, but there was nothing she could do against his overpowering strength. She couldn't struggle; it would do her no good, but yet she felt that she had to at least try and do something to defend herself. She squirmed and wriggled, but the weight of his body on top of her and the pressure of his searching,-probing hands made it all but a futile struggle, and she could feel all at once his strong erection jerking obscenely inside his pants against the quaking flesh of her naked thigh.
With a sudden move, Gregg lifted up off the bed onto one elbow and unzipped his pants. Daphne heard the sound and was terrified. He had freed the hotly throbbing member from the tight confines of his pants and she knew that he was going to put in into her... now! He was panting like a dog and she waited in helplessly for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed husband. They weren't even going to undress! She still had her blouse on, pushed up and wrinkled as it was and his pants were down around his knees!
The young bride felt her husband move his . exposed pulsing penis higher up between her nakedly trembling thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight back the urge to cry as she felt his hardness probing, poking, slipping at her between his guiding fingers. He was massive, enormous, it seemed to the inexperienced, terror-stricken young wife-he was entirely too big to ever fit into her tiny virginal cuntal mouth.
Oh no,... oh please God. It's impossible... it can't go in me... it would never fit... I'll die... oh Please No!" she thought, but even as the thoughts were running wildly through her mind she was aware of feeling him slowly, agonizingly forcing his way into the tight, seemingly unyielding vaginal entrance.
The throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of her openly splayed pussy. She arched and then finally, with one gigantic effort, he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his loins carry themselves forward in a merciless onslaught on the whimpering girl. His lust-starved cock flooded into her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and deeper, into and through the thin membrane of her maidenhead until his dangling testicles smashed hard up against the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. He felt her smoothly curved young ass-cheeks flattening down against the nubby bedspread as he squirmed his hips tight up between her wide-open thighs. He had wanted to be in her for such a long time, and now he was there. In her hot little cunt! Fucking her deep! His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on his young wife's shoulders drawing them along her back as he fucked again and again, deeper and deeper into the nakedly exposed tightness of her vulnerable young cunt mouth. He drew his hands down her back with savoring deliberateness and held her softly curved waist for a second, then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and loins and this thumbs reached out from each other against her buttocks. He pulled the molded half-moons up hard against his onrush and then held his wildly throbbing penis fully inside while he revolved his hips around and around and around, stretching the tender aching walls of her never-before-entered vagina with its bloated, blood engorged head.
The pain was almost more than Daphne could stand. Her virginity had been split asunder. The innocent young girl she was yesterday was gone and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her fucking her like some half-crazed lunatic. It was not at all what she imagined. Who was this monster? Her own husband? No. It was impossible.
She wanted to scream how much she hated him, to cry out against this outrageous thing that was happening to her, but her mouth couldn't form the words and the thoughts in her head started to swim around and she couldn't remember who or where she was anymore as his rigidly pulsating hardness fucked deeper and deeper into her quivering belly.
Looking down between them, Gregg could see the moistly throbbing shaft of his cock, glistening along its entire length from her involuntary wetness as he plowed into his uncooperative young wife again and again. He saw the gleaming pink edges of her pussy-flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again like the lips of some giant hungry fish swallowing another fish whole. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight, and with a groan coming deep from within his throat he began to establish a powerful rhythm of thrust and withdrawal.
His hot breath came even hotter and harder and his head rolled from side to side while in the hot stuffy room rivulets of sweat ran into his eyes, grunting like a crazed animal, he continued the harsh assault against the fleshy walls of her nakedly cringing eighteen year old cunt. Harder and harder he fucked her until she was buffeted forward against the wall, moaning with pain at every forward lunge. His punishing cock, his masterfully impaling phallus grew thicker and thicker, harder and harder, to the point of bursting, and great floods trembled at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, his nails digging into the skin of his wife's buttocks, while with every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly battering testicles.
This was it... there was no stopping it now... he was going to empty his balls completely far up inside his new young wife's virgin pussy for the first time. He could feel her squirming beneath him, moaning in her immobility, her movements exciting him more and more as he thrust and thrust harder and harder between her widespread thighs, ramming his lust-engorged penis up into the deepest, most private recesses of her futilely cringing belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy until he could stand it no longer. Then his whole body shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring flood of hot white semen broke loose and rushed up into her in boiling hot profusion through his thick, rock-hard cock-shaft to shatter and burst into her gasping vaginal hole like a raging torrent of thick white hot lava.
The totally shamed young wife lay helpless and unmoving beneath her brand new husband as he made strange moaning noises into her ears, filling her vagina, filling the whole of her once pure insides, with the white hot cream of his sperm as he spurted it out lewdly in hot white blasts far, far up inside her widely ballooning little belly.
CHAPTER TWO
It was morning when Daphne awoke after sleeping fitfully through the night. After her husband's cruel rape of her the day before she'd been crying steadily, unable to stop, unwilling to move to leave the dark, dusty little room. She remembered that Gregg had gotten up and gone out at some point, and then returned. But the events of the day before seemed vague and uncertain to her, like the happenings of a nightmare. Maybe it had all been a bad dream, she thought, hopeful in the first waking moments of the morning. But one look at her husband, sprawled and snoring next to her, his mouth open, his limbs splayed out sloppily-she'd never seen him look like that, so gross, so crude-and the horrible truth of her situation swept back over her like a muddy tidal wave.
Daphne hated him. She felt bitter and resentful, certainly not the way she had expected to feel the morning after her wedding night! What had she done to deserve this? She felt sullied and dishonored, despite the legality of what she had done. There was something dirty and vile about what had taken place the day before. Dirty and ugly, she thought, just like this room. She had to get out and think.
She dressed quickly, fearful that Gregg would see her and want to talk to her-or worse. She slipped on her jeans over her goose-bumpy legs, then a cotton turtleneck jersey and her pale yellow cable knit sweater. She slipped her penny loafers over her bare feet and quietly stepped out into the chilly September morning.
Outside birds were singing and the air smelled fresh and clean. Sun dappled brightly through the leaves of the trees that surrounded the cabins of the motel. The cool autumn day calmed her flushed face and Daphne walked hurriedly away from the dilapidated little cabin. She had heard so much about the magic of the redwood forest that she decided the best thing to do would be to explore them while she figured out what she would do next.
Daphne found a path that seemed to head down in the direction of the river. As the slope steepened, her steps quickened and she began to take long, athletic strides downhill. Her blue jeans rubbed against her crotch, making her conscious of the soreness she felt there, each step reminding her that she was no longer a virgin. Her hymen was gone, gone forever... she could never get it back... despite the fact that it was taken from her in such a cruel and uncaring way by her husband the day before.
She collapsed, out of breath and sobbing on the soft sand that edged the river, feeling as if a steel door had just slammed shut behind her, cutting her off from everything that she had known before. Even the sparkling river before her was no comfort. What, she wondered, had she done to deserve such a fate? She had always been a good girl, had believed her mother when she'd said that a young girl must save herself for the man she would marry. And that's just what Daphne had done. Yet it had all turned out so wrong. Here she was married... a virgin no more... and her mother...
The thought of her mother only made the young girl's unhappiness worse. She was sure her mother would never forgive her. She wanted to run home, take the next bus to Santa Barbara... but she wasn't sure even her own mother would have anything to do with her after the way she had talked to her.
"Well, good morning Snow White!" a big booming voice coming from nowhere nearly scared Daphne out of her wits. She jumped up nervously and looked around her, but she saw f nothing but trees, sand and the river.
"Who... Who's there?" she called. Was she starting to imagine things?
"It's me. Prince Charming!" the voice said, then, chuckling to himself, Leon the handyman stepped out from behind a tree upstream. He carried a fishing pole and tackle box.
Daphne realized that he was the last person in the world she wanted to run into that morning. Something about the handyman upset her deeply, and prejudice or no, she wanted nothing to do with the huge black man.
"Good morning, Leon," she said, backing away from him. Oh, why did he have to be there? He, next to her husband, was the last person she felt like dealing with right then.
"Well, what's the trouble, Princess? You don't look like any happy newlywed I ever laid eyes on," Leon said, still walking towards her.
"I... I'm perfectly happy!" she said, knowing that her red eyes and puffy face must give her away. But she hoped desperately that her self-assured words would put the handyman off. She knew from Gregg that the handyman, an old army buddy of Gregg's father, took a lot of liberties for a hired man. But he'd been working for the Salts ever since the war, and even though he really didn't do that much work around the motel, he was treated as one of the family more than as an employee.
She forced a smile, then turned and headed back up the dirt path towards the motel, hoping that her cold manner would indicate to Leon that she wanted to be left alone. Even running into her husband back at the motel would be better than having to cope with this strange man.
"Hold it, whew! Not so fast," he panted, catching up with the young girl. "You mean to tell me everything was alright yesterday? Hey, I'm no fool. I got eyes. You can confide in old Leon. I know how those white boys are... They don't know what the hell they doing."
Daphne could feel tears starting in her eyes again. What could she do to make him stop bothering her? She stumbled blindly up the path, nearly tripping over roots and catching her sweater on branches.
"Leave me alone," she finally cried, putting her hands over her ears. It was like some incomprehensible bad dream being followed by this complete stranger, having to listen to his awful intimate insinuations.
"You really want me to leave you alone?" said the handsome, black handyman. "I tell you, if you give me a chance, you'd never want me to leave you alone. Not big black Leon. Once he gets his hands on a woman, she begs for more!"
Was he really saying these things to her? She couldn't believe her ears. None of what was happening seemed in the realm of reality. She thought of her neat, clean room in the girl's dormitory at school where she would be that very moment if she hadn't married Gregg. Why had she turned her back on all that to come to this foreign place with her new husband? As if in answer, her tormented body stirred with a twinge of desire that she had felt for Gregg before their wedding, that aching in her loins that had not yet been satisfied, that had known only pain and horror in answer to its longing the day before.
"Well, little princess, if you ever want some real loving, you come see old Leon," the handyman said lewdly.
Daphne was so shocked by this open invitation that her anger momentarily overcame her fear and sadness. She turned to confront him.
"How dare you! How dare you talk to me like that! What happens between me and my husband is none of your business. If you did more work around this place, you wouldn't have time for these nasty insinuations. I'm going right to Mrs. Salt and I'm going to tell her what you've said, and we'll see how long you last around here!" She spat the words out, but nothing seemed to erase the insolent smirk that was on his thick lips, or worse still, the strange twinkle of amusement in his eyes that seemed to see right through to her very soul. Those eyes penetrated the young girl, sent messages to her that nothing he'd said so far had been able to convey. His eyes held promises that Daphne was embarrassed to recognize. She shivered and turned away from him so that he would not see her crying, and as she stood there, she felt the black man touch her shoulder lightly. The feel of his hand on her shoulder created an explosion of sensation inside her, and she trembled, about to move away, when she heard his heavy footsteps walking away from her back towards the river.
What were these strange feelings coursing through her? she wondered. Her body had become some alien force, sending messages to her brain that were strange and unfamiliar. It was all because of what happened with Gregg yesterday, she told herself. What else could explain these feelings and stirrings within her that she could not control? She remembered the way she used to feel when she and Gregg were dating. They'd kiss, and Gregg would try to go further, and she would say no, even though she desired him desperately. But at least then she had been able to control herself... telling herself what she always believed to be true. It was better to wait, to have something to offer to your husband. Well, she'd offered it all right, she now thought bitterly. And look what had happened. Not only had it been so horrible with Gregg, but she'd found out that after their beautiful times together he'd gone off with some other woman and f-fucked her!
All her assumptions, her entire way of thinking, had been taken from her. None of the principles upon which she had based her thinking were turning out to be true. She was back at the motel grounds by this time, and she thought of her mother-in-law. Perhaps the old woman would have some advice. Her own mother had not prepared her properly, she thought. Maybe Mrs. Salt would be able to comfort her.
She went through the office and back to the comfortable kitchen, where she found her mother-in-law sitting at the large oak table, drinking coffee and smoking a morning cigarette.
"Well, Hi, Sweetie," Mrs. Salt said cheerfully. "Long time no see!" The older woman smiled brightly, not missing a detail of her new daughter-in-law's painfully contorted features as she came into the kitchen. "Coffee? Cigarette?"
Daphne's heart sank. She needed more than coffee and cigarettes. She really wanted to confide in her new mother-in-law. But some-thing in the woman's manner made Daphne feel that she had better not tell her what was on her mind.
"Yes, I'd like some coffee, please," she answered weakly. Every bone in her body ached, and she now realized how embarrassed she was, putting in an appearance after all this time. She hadn't seen her mother-in-law since the afternoon before. She wondered what the woman must be thinking.
"Looks like she's been crying to beat the band!" Mrs. Salt said to herself as she observed her daughter-in-law. "Listen," she said, winking, "you must be starving after all that... time you've been without food. How about a donut?"
"Donut," Daphne thought. It wasn't the nourishing kind of morning meal she was used to. She thought of he parent's home, where every morning the maid served soft boiled eggs, done just perfectly, and wheat toast. But she was hungry, and she had to eat something.
"Yes, I... I'd love a donut," she said.
Mrs. Salt set a box of powdered sugar donuts down in front of the girl and watched her while she ate one, amused at the way the young girl kept wiping the sugar off her mouth with a fastidiousness that seemed absurd to the older woman. She had teased her son unmercifully the night before when he'd come in for something to eat, chiding him for his having brought home this delicate, bird-like little creature.
Still, Gregg's mother did not feel as cheerful as she was behaving. She felt some anger for her son at his having married a girl so different, so totally opposite, in fact, to her. She still felt that funny way about her son... he had belonged to her in some special way. He was almost a carbon copy of her... everyone had always remarked on that, both of them made of the same solid, firm flesh, dark-complected and easily tanned by the sun. And here was this puny little girl, so pale and fragile. Gregg had never even mentioned her to his mother, and now here she was... his wife, come to live among them for who knows how long!
Mrs. Salt decided that Daphne was definitely not the right type for her son. She knew what he needed, had known ever since that night after her husband's funeral, when she had felt a closeness to her son that made her understand him, she felt, completely. He needed an uninhibited earthy woman like herself, not some simpering little goody-goody like this girl. Well, Gregg would know that soon enough, she thought, cheering herself with the thought. He probably had found out already!
Mrs. Salt looked over with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Little Gregg's a real wildcat, isn't he," she said. She just couldn't resist picking on her new daughter-in-law, little miss prim and proper... the temptation was just too great. To think that she had slept with Gregg and showed up with that sulky face instead of the broad, happy smile she knew her son deserved! And the way Gregg had looked the night before when they'd shared a late night glass of brandy... it hadn't been the look of a satisfied man!
"What? I... I don't know what you mean?" Daphne said. She was amazed that a woman of Mrs. Salt's age would say such a thing to her. She had wanted to confide in this woman, and now she was turning out to be as crude as all the others!
"Yes," the older woman went on, enjoying her daughter-in-law's discomfort, "Greggy's got quite a reputation with the ladies around here. They used to come around here looking for him with their little tails wagging and just about asking for it!"
Daphne nearly gagged on her last bite of the donut, inhaling some of the powdered sugar and making herself cough. She finally stopped coughing enough to excuse herself, telling her mother-in-law that she thought some air would make her feel better.
"Okay!" said the woman watching her daughter-in-law scurry away, "see you later, honey!" she said, smiling to herself and lighting up another cigarette. Coughing and feeling the tears beginning to well up within her once more, the young blonde girl headed back towards the woods. She would never be able to stay in this place. These people were all crazy. She'd have to get out of there, pack her things and leave on the next bus. Her mother would have to take her back! She had made a mistake, that was all, and she would admit it to her mother.
As her steps took her further away from the motel, Daphne felt herself becoming calmer, beginning to think rationally at last. Just making the decision to leave made her feel more in control of her destiny, and she could feel herself relaxing somewhat.
The woods surrounding her were inundating her with their beauty. They were every bit as magical as Gregg had said, she thought. She remembered how Gregg used to describe them to her, and she felt a sudden rush of love for him now as she had felt for him then. How gentle he was, how much he was moved by nature. Maybe Gregg had been right yesterday when he said that he was only reacting to the pressures she had herself built up in him by refusing him for so long. Maybe he still was that gentle, sweet soul she had known him to be. She would give him another chance.
She came to a clearing in the redwoods; a soft circle the trees made, towering above her, seeming to protect her. The earth beneath her was covered with soft needles from the pines that grew there among the redwoods, and with clover. She lay down, soothed by the beautiful surroundings. It seemed now cowardly to her to run to her mother. To run home like a frightened child would put her at her mother's mercy just as she had been as a child.
Her mother would say "I told you so. I told you he wasn't right for you! I know my little girl!" Something within Daphne cried out against her mother, wanting to tell her mother the way Gregg really was, the way he made her feel.
The old dream of what their love-making would be like returned to Daphne. She looked around her guiltily as she felt her heart throbbing with hope as between her milk-white thighs a tremble of desire spread from the tender abused lips of her moist young pussy through the delicate inner cuntal tissues that seemed to need gentle stroking, loving care. How many times she had done what she wanted to do now-usually after her dates with Gregg. God! It occurred to her that really, she was no better than he was!
When Gregg had described the redwood forest to her, she had imagined making love to him in a grove just like this one. How nice it would be, she thought... how nice! And now here she was. She could still feel those warm, wet sensations, an aftermath of her need for a husband, even that need had been abused. She was alone there in the forest... no one would know, she told herself... Leon down by the river fishing, Gregg asleep in the house, her mother-in-law drinking coffee... if she hurried she could have time, and it would all be over quickly. And a bit of the pain and heartache she felt would be erased by the pleasure, the great pleasure she could surreptitiously give herself!
Quickly, she unzipped her jeans and by arching herself up ever so slightly she was able to slip them down below her thighs, taking along with them the thin pale yellow panties she had chosen to wear that morning.
She told herself over and over that this was the way it would be with Gregg once he understood, once he knew what she wanted. She was in a trance-like state. Suddenly, the words of Leon the handyman came into her mind. "If you ever want some real loving," he had said, "you come see old Leon... " She shut her eyes tight, trying to rid her desired tormented brain of the uninvited words. She wanted Gregg... and only Gregg. He would be able to satisfy her... he had to!
As her own searching fingers slipped into the nakedly spread triangle of her blonde cunt, pressing aside the soft, curl-lined lips and entering the moistness inside, she could imagine just how Gregg's middle finger would feel up in there. How good it would be one day when he learned to be gentle with her... how fantastic!
The young girl spread her long, half-naked legs wider still, obscenely, to the limits of her bunched down jeans and panties around her knees, and she ground her buttocks down into the soft earth, finding the tightly clenched hole between the silken folds of her newly de-virginated pussy that seemed to ache now with desire. Her middle fingers slipped into the warmly yielding cuntal softness and then another finger, then three, and she leaned her head farther back into the pine needles, her firm round breasts heaving gently with each movement of her desire-filled loins.
"Aaaaah... Ooooohhh... ooohhhh." Deeper and deeper she fucked her fingers up into her nakedly exposed cunt, as with tightly clenched eyes she pursued her pleasure alone, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already lustfully drenched pussy. She longed for satisfaction, real satisfaction, not the pain and torture she had known from Gregg's harshly thrusting penis the day before... but the slowly building excitement that would bring her to the first desperately sought after orgasm... not one by her own fingers, but one by a real man... by her husband... Gregory!
Almost out of her mind, she sought to imitate just such a beautiful orgasm right now. It was shameful, she knew, it was incredibly wicked, what she was doing to herself, fingerfucking her own cunt that way, but, oh, it felt so good and it would be over soon, and then she would feel so much better. The eighteen year old newlywed began to work her fingers furiously, worming them ever upward into the moistly sucking split of her willingly flaring cunt. With a steady rhythmic motion Daphne fucked her fingers up, up farther still, into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverishly pulsating young pussy.
"Oooohhhh... Aaaahhhhh!" she sighed, overwhelmed by a rush of a warm, wetly gushing sensation up between her nakedly trembling thighs. "Aaaaahhhh!" The wonderful bubbling sensation was building hotly in her naked, quivering belly, mushrooming quickly to send thrilling waves of excitation coursing through every vein in her lithely grinding body. Daphne moaned again and again as she bit down hard on her full lower lips, sensually enjoying the violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tight swollen orifice, letting the joy of her desire flow without boundaries.
The helplessly aroused young bride knew with shattering certainty that she would give herself to her new husband once more, but this time it would be different... this time it would be like it was in her dreams! And now her face flushed red with desire, the sensuously desire-tormented young woman sobbed, her orgasm sweeping through her as she felt the stunning pounding, the high pushing and thrusting of her own fingers up against the tingling tip of her cervix.
"Oh my darling Gregg!" she cried, flinging her head back against the soft, yielding leaves, her long blonde hair spread beneath her head, mingling with the good-smelling pine needles. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...!" she moaned over and over again, shamelessly feeling a wonderful elation swelling from her widespread pussy lips to the button-hard nipples of her excitedly quivering breasts. She reached one hand beneath her jersey and sweater to grasp one hard nipple between finger and thumb. Her legs grew taut and wave after wave of insane, careening orgasmic pleasure burst through her, washed over her. She rode the crest of the tide fearlessly, joyfully, unmindful of where she was and the lewd picture she would have presented, had there been anyone there to see her.
"Oh yes... yes... YES!" she called. "Oh, Gregg, I love you so!"
Silently, Leon the handyman stood behind a tree at the edge of the grove and witnessed the beautiful blonde girl's lust-inciting fingerfucking of her naked cunt. He hadn't had any luck with his fishing, and had decided to find a place further downstream, when he'd been attracted to the spot by the strange sounds Daphne was making. He stood behind the tree, half-hidden in the morning light, looking at her, feeling his meaty black cock hard and throbbing beneath his work pants, ready to explode as he watched the young woman's slipping and sliding fingers as they moved in and out of her lovely yellow-haired cunt! As the helplessly excited young creature thrashed among the trees of the redwood grove in the wildly erupting throes of her orgasm, Leon cursed soundless to himself.
"Shee-it! I just got to get me some of that sweet little white girl's pussy!" He thought it was better, however, not to let her see him right then... he'd get his... in time. He took one long last look at the delightfully open split of the young girl's thoroughly aroused blond pussy, and soundlessly as he could, stepped away in the direction of the motel.
As the sound of her own breathing subsided, the silence of the forest returned to Daphne's ears, but it was not a complete silence. She thought she could hear the crunch of an animal's footsteps in the brush; she jumped up from the ground, harried and guilty, pulling up her silken yellow panties and her jeans and quickly zipping them.
Oh my God, she thought to herself. It must have been an animal... it couldn't have been anybody... oh, what if somebody saw me fingerfucking myself like some twelve year old little girl!
CHAPTER THREE
Gregg had just finished shaving when he heard the screen door of the cabin open and shut quietly. He turned off the tap water and tiptoed to the bathroom door, figuring it had to be Daphne, and he'd just see what she was up to, watch her without her knowing. He liked to do that. He remembered he used to spy on his mother in the same way, when, as a child they lived further north in Fort Bragg. He and his parents had bedrooms right next to each other and he used to watch them undress and fucking either through the key hole, or through the crack in the opened door.
Inside the room, Daphne was moving about at the suitcase which they hadn't even bothered to unpack as yet. She was undressing! First she unbuttoned her sweater, folded it neatly, and put it in the suitcase. Then she lifted the cotton turtleneck jersey over her head, her full, round breasts dropping into sight in the dim light of the room. He could see the large, sensuous tips of her soft young nipples that jutted out, pink and lush from the uplifted firmness of her young breasts. She had the smoothest, whitest skin he had ever seen, the most perfect flesh. Her beauty never failed to arouse him, and this time was no exception, even in light of the events that had transpired the day before.
Beneath the towel that he had wrapped around his waist, the young man could feel his penis stirring with desire. He felt excited by the sight of his half-naked wife... he wanted her again... but not in the way it had been yesterday... today he would really make love to her.
Daphne continued to undress, unaware that she was being watched. She unzipped the zipper of her blue jeans and wriggled out of them. She threw them over the back of a chair. Wearing nothing but her pale yellow nylon bikini underpants, she bent over the suitcase, looking for something. Gregg could see the luscious curves of her young hips, the fully rounded moons of her high, firm, tight ass. "God! What a beautiful ass she's got," Gregg said to himself. He'd always wanted to fuck a woman that way, back there. He hoped as he stood there that he'd get a chance to get inside those smooth white buttocks one day... soon.
As he thought of fucking her that way he could feel his lust-hardened cock pulsating impatiently beneath the rough surface of the terry cloth towel that covered him. His young wife, her toothbrush and shampoo in her hands, was coming toward the bathroom. He could see that her face was drawn, her eyes were red, and she looked like she'd been crying some more... but even now she looked beautiful... like that movie star who used to appear in all those surfer movies... with her flowing blond hair, her upturned nose, her rosebud pouting mouth. Her body was sleek and smooth, a real California beauty, and he scanned its perfection as she moved lithely towards the bathroom... looking down along the trim lines of his new bride's rib cage, along the indentation of her curved hips to the slight roundness of her small belly, with its delicately protruding navel. Beneath the thin material of her panties, he could see the pale blonde hair of her pussy, the most beautiful little cunt he had ever fucked.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he suddenly opened the door to the bathroom. "So you're back!" he said. "Let's take a shower together!"
Daphne jumped back, startled. She wanted to take a shower alright, after the damp, finger-drenching activity she had indulged in out in the woods just moments before. She was still filled with anxiety about the possibility that somebody had seen her finger-fucking herself out there. When she saw Gregg standing there, she realized it couldn't have been him. But what if it had been his mother, or worse, that big black handyman! It had probably been an animal, she had told herself, all the way back to the motel. But how could she have let herself go like that... outside in the woods, so near her husband's family!
"I... I... yes, I want to take a shower... but I didn't know you were in here. Have you been here all the time?" She realized that she wasn't at all prepared to cope with him, she wasn't prepared to cope with him at all. She still felt cold to him after what he had done to her yesterday, and she felt herself getting angry at him all over again. What was he doing, sneaking around spying on her? Why hadn't he said he was in the bathroom when he saw her come in? She felt all her resolve to try and patch things, to make things better between them, melting away in light of her growing anger. Now was just not the time, and he was making her feel distinctly uncomfortable because of the way he was looking at her. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but to her annoyance, Gregg reached over to her and took both her wrists in his hands.
"What are you hiding for? Those are the nicest pair of tits on the West Coast!" Gregg said, mindful of his raging hard-on beneath the terry cloth towel.
"Gregg! Really... I just want to take a shower. I... I... I don't feel so hot this morning... I mean... I have a headache... "
"Don't feel so hot?" Gregg said. "I can make you feel hot, all right. Come on, come over here, I'll make you feel hot!"
Daphne started to pull away from him. Why did he have to be so crude? Why hadn't she ever noticed this side of him? God, could it be possible that her mother had seen this at once, that he was, in fact, a ruffian?
"I know it was your first time and everything, but I certainly didn't expect you to be such a cold bitch!" Gregg hadn't really meant to say that, but the way she was pulling away from him like that, looking at him like her was some sort of low-life, it was really making him angry. She really did think she was better than him, he thought. She really thought that all those fancy schools and that money made her some kind of superior being! Jesus, what a way to start off a marriage!
The young bride was really struggling to get away from him now, twisting her arm around, trying to get her wrists free of his grasp. She could see the muscles of his hairy chest working to hold her fast.
"Cold bitch!" she screamed at him, her blue eyes flashing wildly. "How can you call me that? Any woman would act the way I did. You're a clumsy monster, that's what you are. that wasn't love-making yesterday. That was rape!" Now Gregg got even angrier. "How would you know what love making is? I thought you'd never been fucked before?"
"Well, I haven't," she simpered... "
"But I know what it's supposed to be like, and it's not supposed to be like it was. You hurt me. I'm still sore between my legs!"
"Pig! You think I'm a pig, huh? You think you 're too good for me and everybody else... Well, I'll show you what you got yesterday was just an inkling of what you're going to get. ". Gregg ripped the towel off his waist, his full erection apparent to the fearfully cringing girl as he pulled her towards him.
Daphne began to cry. "Oh, no Gregg. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that... I... I didn't mean it, really."
"Come on, Daphne... cut the shit. Just come on into the bedroom and let me fuck you like a good little girl,"
"Gregg! Don't talk to me like that. I can't take it any more!!! You're hurting my wrist. I'm not going into the bedroom with you now Let go."
Gregg tightened his grip on her wrists, his fingers raising red marks on her soft, white flesh "Oh, I'm sorry Lady Daphne," he said in a mocking tone of his wife's voice. Her very nearness, though, was sending a chill of excitement through his naked body. "Tell you what," he said, "stop crying and I'll give you a little treat! He pulled one of her struggling hands down as gently as possible and placed it on his rampant, hard cock.
"No!" she cried. "No! What are you doing?" She screamed and tried to remove her hand.
"Jesus," he hissed. "Can't you even touch it? Is it that repulsive to you?"
"No, Gregg. It isn't repulsive. I didn't say that. It's just that your forcing me. Why can't you let me do things in my own time?"
"Your own time? When is that? A hundred years from now?
We married, just like you wanted, and the time is right now!"
Daphne tried to twist away from him. She was sobbing hysterically now. "You're the most horrible person in the world. I hate you. I'm going to get out of here and I never want to see you again as long as I live. I'm not going in that bedroom with you. I'd rather die. I'm never going in any bedroom with you, ever again!"
"Okay, " Gregg grabbed Daphne by the shoulders and began to shake her so hard that the young girl's teeth began to chatter. "Okay, Miss Iceberg Cunt. We don't have to go in the bedroom. This bathroom's a good enough place for you! And if you're sweet little cunt's so tight and sore, your mouth sure as hell is big enough!" Gregg was furious. All he could think of was doing something to humiliate the little bitch he thought he was trying to make a fool out him. He pushed her roughly back against the bathroom door, and although she still struggled to get away, crushed his naked weight against her woefully trembling body, feeling her soft breasts nudging against him. Her fingernails were scratching at his back and ferociously the angry young husband pushed her down to her knees, pinning her shoulders back against the door, rendering her almost powerless to move.
"You want to flap that sweet little mouth of yours? Here, flap them around this!" He chuckled lewdly as his thickly bobbing cock pushed nakedly against Daphne's horrified face and his dark curly pubic hair ground roughly against her nose. She tried to turn away, but he held her pinned firmly against his lustfully pulsating loins.
"Open your mouth! Take it! Take it! You'll get used to it eventually. Some cunts even get to dig it after a while!" he sneered.
Daphne gasped, trying to hold back the shock and panic that was threatening to burst forth from within her. "Oh, please she whimpered, "Oh Gregg, please don't make me... she whimpered, Oh Gregg, please don't... please don't make me... I can't, I can't." But Daphne could feel it starting to grow harder already as he rubbed his rigid cock-tip against her trembling lips, the pungent smell of him burning her nostrils as the smooth penile flesh created shivers throughout her nakedly held body. She struggled hard for breath, but Gregg thought of that too and pinched her nose shut with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth in a desperate gasp for air. She fought for a long moment, moving her head frantically from side to side, but her new husband shoved his hips forward, sliding the thick blood-filled head of his cock deep within the confines of her helplessly spread lips. She fought again, but Gregg tangled his hand cruelly into Daphne's soft silken hair, already feeling the exquisite wetness of his blond wife's mouth beginning to excite him beyond measure. He held on until Daphne was forced to begin a gentle sucking motion with her lips and tongue.
"Yessss... Aaaaahhh, that's it, that's it! Ooooohhhhh!" he gasped. Looking down he could see her lips hollowing and expanding with each stroke he made up into her wide-stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from the young bride's widely ovaled lips as he drew back and then thrust forward, his throbbing hot cock almost disappearing deep up inside of her mouth. He eased his prick in and out, nursing the sweet pleasure for all he could get, rhythmically fucking it in and out, never quite drawing his pulsating penis all the way out of the kneeling girl's mouth, but leaving the thickly rounded tip just inside the warm moist rim of her lips.
Gregg's lewdly thrusting cock seemed to grow larger and thicker with each passing moment, stretching Daphne's taut lips until she thought they would stretch apart.' Garbled, strangled noises of protest escaped her lips as the wetly impaling penis slid far down her virginal throat, making her feel as if she would choke to death at any minute. Tears of utter humility and shame trickled down her glistening flushed cheeks as the shaft of her husband's penis slipped in and out of her widespread lips, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate its unwanted penetration.
"Come on Honey. Relax and enjoy it. It'll go a lot better if you stop being so nervous. Just suck on it, baby, suck on it."
Daphne wanted to scream, to beg him to let her go, but there was nothing she could do but crouch there between his legs and receive his lustfully spearing cock into the warm, wet confines of her open mouth. His hairy legs pressed her against the hard wood door, pinning her tight to it. Above her, when she opened her eyes, she could see his lust-distorted face, his desire-glazed eyes, his mouth twisted with the agony of his forbidden pleasure in the harsh light of the green-tiled bathroom.
Never had she felt so utterly humiliated and mortified. The young bride knew that she would never recover from the shame she was experiencing. She could not stay with Gregg even though she had married him. She had made a terrible mistake. She knew now that her mother was right!
Gregg felt Daphne's tongue lathing against the underbelly of his lustfully engorged penis, and occasionally he would feel her teeth scrape lightly against the tightness of his rigid pole. It only added to his pleasure. He started to pull his tingling cock completely out of her mouth, then plunging it back in again to the hilt, his heavy, hairy testicles swinging obscenely against the underside of the blonde teenager's chin. The feel of her fleshy young breasts pressing against his legs excited him and the wetness of her mouth surrounded his almost impossibly hard cock with incredible heat and pleasure. The wet, moist sucking sound of his penis sliding in and out rose in the quiet air of the bathroom and as Gregg noted it, he felt the first signals that he was going to cum.
It was too late to stop now, it just felt too good, even though he had planned to fuck his wife's tight little cunt as well as her mouth. He wanted to ram it into that blonde-trimmed pussy of hers again... but he'd have to do it next time. He couldn't stop-the orgasm that was building now inside him was too powerful a force to check. Every muscle was tense and he felt his thighs trembling from the strain of pressing them against his wife for so long a time. The tendons of his neck were standing out, and the perspiration from his head and chest was dripping down onto the top of Daphne's thoroughly tangled hair.
"Oh GOD!" he groaned. It was starting, he could feel it. It was coming really strong and he started to fuck her mouth harder, unmindful now as before of the gagging sounds of distress emanating from his pinioned bride's throat and the sound of her head as it pounded against the wooden door. His cock was so fucking hard that he felt as if he could bend steel with it! Frantically, he tangled his hands roughly into his wife's silky blond hair and cupped them under the back of her head and shoved her mouth forward to meet the suddenly thick gushing stream of his cum.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... Aaaaarrrnnngggnnnnnhhhh!!" Holding the frightened young girl's head pinned to his exploding cock, he felt his powerfully jetting sperm striking against the roof of her mouth, while Daphne whimpered helplessly there below him, left with no other alternative than to swallow the hotly spraying flood of his sperm. Gregg sighed and released his hold on his wife's head as the last spurts of pleasure left his rapidly softening penis. He slumped slightly as his deflated cock began to slip from between the semen-glistening lips of her well-fucked mouth. He leaned all his weight forward against the door for a moment, letting his body fall fully against her.
"Let me go, let me go," Daphne groaned, suffocating against his sweaty thighs.
Gregg obliged now that his lust was spent. He leaned back against the door jam and sighed, a smile now on his face. "My, that was fine," he said, "You give a great blow-job. A natural!"
Daphne looked up at him with unbelievable horror, and then seeing her chance to escape she scurried away from his on her hands and knees and then ran, sobbing to the bed. Tears of anger and frustration flowed copiously from her cobalt blue eyes as she threw herself down on the rumpled sheets of her conjugal bed and cried desperately into her pillow. She sobbed convulsively, pulling the comforting sheets and blankets over her, trying to warm her shocked, chilled body. But even now as she cried, traces of unfulfilled desire were rising in her, desire that she knew now her husband would never be allowed to satisfy. She would never let him near her again, now that she knew the way he was.
"What is happening to me?" she sobbed into her pillow, feeling the tingling of fresh desire beginning to grow within her, making her forget already the horrid memory of her husband's second forced act upon her young, virginal body, making her only more painfully aware of her own burning, and as yet unfulfilled, needs.
"Oh God, what is happening to me?" she cried once more.
* * *
North of the motel, on Route "!", an old Ford pickup truck ground slowly around the treacherous curves that wound along the Pacific coast. In the back of the truck, a load of groceries bounced along, and a black dog, half Labrador, half German shepherd, stuck his wet nose into the wind. Inside the cab, Mrs. Salt drove, and Leon the handyman rode in the passenger seat, staring out the side window at nothing in particular.
"What's on your mind today, Leon?" Mrs. Salt asked, peering over at her handyman. "You're quieter than your usual self today?"
"Nothing, Salty. Just thinking."
"Well, I don't like it when you think, Leon. It means you're up to some kind of trouble."
"No trouble, Salty. I'm just thinking about a little old fish that I let get away this morning."
CHAPTER FOUR
Mrs. Salt poured a jigger a scotch over some ice, and lighting a cigarette, sat down at the round oak table in the kitchen behind the motel office. She needed something to calm her nerves-she had had a rough day. "Damn Gregg for bringing that foolish girl here," she said out loud to herself.
She knew it was their honeymoon, but she resented the fact that the two of them had been lying around in that cabin all day while she herself had been working like a horse around the place. That afternoon the plumbing in the office cabin had backed up. Leon was off God only knew where, and she'd gone to Gregg's cabin to see if he could help her for a minute.
When she got to the cabin door, she heard Gregg and his new bride arguing inside.
"Don't you come near me," she heard Daphne say. "Don't you ever come near me again."
"I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole," Gregg said. "I'm getting out of this place first thing in the morning, but until I do "
"Shut up. I'm tired of the sound of your whiny voice." Gregg had hissed at his wife. "The sooner you disappear the better, and good riddance."
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Mrs. Salt said to herself, thinking now about the conversation she had overheard. She was glad the girl was leaving, but she was still bitter over the way the rest of the day had gone. After she put the groceries away, she spent two hours mopping up the sewage from the overflow. Then Leon had come in to the kitchen, mud all over his shoes and demanding dinner as if she were working for him and not the other way around. The handyman's dirty dishes were still sitting in the sink waiting to be washed, she noted.
And then to cap things off, Gregg had stumbled into the kitchen a few minutes ago, groggy with sleep, sullen and sulky, and without even a word to her had made for the refrigerator for something to eat.
"What's wrong, Greggy?" Mrs. Salt had asked him.
"Mind your own business," he had snapped at her, and with a can of beer and a bag of potato chips, he had slammed past her and out of the house.
"This is the way he treats his own mother," Mrs. Salt thought, and a strange little feeling came to the pit of her stomach, a feeling something like anger, but a feeling that she tried to repress, knowing that it reminded her of something that she did not want to recognize as being true.
It was at times like this, when she felt restless and deserted and bitter, that she forced herself to think about her husband, Mel. Mel, who had been a hard-working, loving husband for twenty good years. They had married young, and Mel was the only man she'd ever known... except...
Think about Mel! Mrs. Salt commanded her tortured brain when her mind began to wander. It had always been the same with Mel. She remembered well his stiff, penetrating cock as it had fucked her almost nightly in those twenty years. She imagined she could feel his desire-hardened pole entering her eagerly clenched, dark-haired pussy lips, could feel its heated, steady progress as it rose, deep, deep, up inside her where she had felt everything moving to meet him, her trembling full thighs wrapping themselves hungrily around her husband's back as he thrust forward and forward again between her willingly widespread legs.
She remembered the bliss of their lovemaking, the undeniable thrill he always was able to create in her... she had thought that there was no greater feeling than to have his body writhing nakedly against hers, no greater ecstasy, she had thought, was possible. And then Mel had died, suddenly, of a heart attack, and she had thought, at the funeral, that she would never be able to have with anyone what she had felt with Mel... until that night... The night of the funeral... she tried to block out the memory, but she couldn't. The feeling it stirred within her loins was too strong to erase.
"Gregg!" she almost called out loud in the darkening kitchen. "Oh my darling son!" And she let her mind go back to that night three years before, the very night after which she had watched her husband's coffin be buried in the ground. Oh God! How had it begun? Why had she let him start doing those things to her? And worse, why had she made him stop, just when she was on the brink, just nearing the edge as his nakedly quivering cock-head tried to open her passion-heated cunt up, sliding against the pussy wetness as they lay together on the very bed she and her husband had shared, clinging to each other, mother and son, wanting each other's bodies so badly that they groveled wildly, trembling in their heat, blinded by the lust that guided them! Her so recently bereaved cunt had wanted to part for him, the darkly fringed pussy had yearned for his hard young cock as her belly had trembled against his. And it had almost happened.
But it hadn't!
At the last moment, Mrs. Salt had stopped him, pushed him from her. It was wrong and they both knew it was wrong, but as long as neither of them said anything the mad embrace begun in a moment of mutual grief for the departed, that mad embrace would have continued... But the magical, insane spell had been broken by her protest and mother and son looked each other full of shame and embarrassment for their behavior.
Mrs. Salt felt tears welling within her as she recalled her son's apology. "Oh God, forgive me, Mom, I don't know what got into me... I just got carried away... I lost control... I... I'm sorry... please forgive me."
"Forgive you? Oh darling, don't be sorry. There's nothing to forgive. It was all my fault," she had wept, "All my fault." She cradled her young son's dark-haired head, so like her own, on her soft breast. "It's as if it never happened," she told him. "We'll just pretend it never happened."
But something had happened. A flame had been kindled inside her that night that no amount of time had been able to quell. And perhaps the feeling she had for her son had been there long before that night when it had erupted from their sorrow into a mutual passion.
She snuffed out her cigarette and finished the last bit of scotch in her glass, soothed by the harsh liquor and by the thought that the little blonde-haired intruder would be leaving them, her and her son, soon. "It's all that little tramps fault," she said to herself. "We'll be fine when she leaves."
* * *
Ravaged and red-eyed from her long day of weeping, Daphne woke from a fitful sleep in her honeymoon bed. In her groggy state, she looked around her. Nothing had changed. Her husband still lay next to her on the rumpled bed, his head thrown back, sleeping. How could he look so peaceful when she was in such torment?
She tried to go back to sleep. If she could just sleep the time away, tomorrow would come sooner and then she'd be out of this terrible place. But sleep would not come, so after tossing and turning for what seemed like an eternity, she got out of bed, quietly as she could so as not to disturb Gregg-she didn't want to talk to that monster-and dressed quickly, pulling on a white cotton peasant dress embroidered with blue and red flowers that her parents had brought her from one of their trips to Acapulco.
She didn't worry about panties or brassiere, no one would see her anyway. She threw a shawl around her shoulders, and stepped out of the cabin, barefoot, into the chill dusk. She'd head down to the river, she decided. Horrible as the people were in this place, she still loved the physical surroundings. The river, she knew, would soothe her. With no trouble, she found the path she'd taken at dawn that morning, through the trees which were now suffused with golden light from the distant sunset. When she approached the river's edge, she heard someone humming a low, slow song, and she started to turn back, not wanting to meet up with anyone, the way she was feeling. But a familiar voice spoke to her before she could even make out who it was there, and the sound gave her a funny feeling.
"Little Daphne girl, that must be you. You're the only around here besides me that seems to get any use of this particular river."
Daphne stood stock still, like a cornered deer, wondering if she ought to answer Leon, the strange-acting handyman, or whether she ought to just hustle herself back to the cabin. While she was deciding, Leon spoke again, and this time could hear that he was coming towards her.
"Come on, come on. I know you're there. Come on and sit here by the river. River'll make you feel good!"
Daphne decided to brave it out. Anything would be preferable to going back to that stuffy cabin and watching her pig of a husband snore all night with his mouth open. And she didn't feel like seeing her mother-in-law either.
"Yes," Daphne replied. "The river does make me feel good!" She acted as cheerful and self-assured as she could, trying not to pull away as the black handyman took her arm and helped her down the steep incline to the river's edge.
"Come on, sit down here," he said, spreading his jacket on the sand for her. "Why you know, girl, you barely look older than jailbait!" Leon said chuckling.
Daphne bristled. "I am not. I'm eighteen. Old enough to vote!" People were always telling her she looked younger than she was, and she resented it. And she didn't know why, but she didn't like this big virile looking black man thinking she was such a child! She didn't like the way he acted-something cocky about him, like he knew all the answers, and she was just some stupid, silly little girl.
"Old enough to vote!" he laughed. "Well, how about that! I suppose you're old enough to enjoy a little wine now and again too."
Leon was very amused to see Daphne take him up on the suggestion of wine. Women were really simple creatures-just like fish-once you had them figured out, he thought. He watched carefully as the pretty blonde girl daintily sipped wine from the bottle. She seemed to like the taste of the stuff, too, he guessed, as she swallowed one gulp and then another.
The handyman sat in the sand next to his young boss's new wife, amazed that this prim little blonde creature in her little girl's dress and purple shawl that hid her little curvy nymphet's body from his eyes was the very same little woman who that very day had unknowingly showed him the silken, curl-lined slit of her pussy, complete with thrusting, worming fingers, slipping all the way up inside! The very thought of her lying there, panties around her knees and finger-fucking herself sent him into a frenzy of lust, but he managed quite well to hide it from the young white girl, knowing how it would frighten her. He was enough of a fisherman to know that you don't reel the fish in right off. No, you wait for a second nibble, to make sure the fish has taken the hook... You got to wait, he thought, until the time is just right!
He took a swig of the wine, then passed back the bottle. "Have another sip?" he asked politely, as beneath his workpants his thickly pulsing cock throbbed and pulsed with desire.
Well, fucking little Gregg's wife, that would be something! And that cocky white kid deserved nothing better than to have his wife fucked shitless by someone who knew what they were doing. Hell! If the old Leon ever got himself a wife, nobody would ever find her finger-fucking herself all alone in the woods the next day. Shit!
"Why, yes, I'd like some more. Just a little," Daphne said. She could tell from the taste of it and from the label on the bottle that it wasn't the kind of wine that her parents served at their table with dinner. But it tasted pretty good anyway; it was nice and sweet and went down easy, and it warmed her and made her feel a little better. She was chilly, and she'd been through a lot in the last few days, and the mellow wine was calming her.
She watched Leon take a hit off the bottle, and then listened while he talked about fishing and the river. She was beginning not to be afraid of the man... she liked the way he talked, the things he said about nature, the fish, how to catch them. He did seem to know about a lot of things she had not learned in college. And she also had to admit to herself that he was very handsome. He looked just like that movie actor, Sidney Poitier. She was becoming glad to have the chance to get to know someone like him-it was a real adventure for someone like her, who had led such a sheltered life... she'd be leaving tomorrow, anyway. Wait until she told the girl's at school about this! What an experience!
She began to think about how the story would sound to her friends when she told it-an exotic tale of adventure! These thoughts cheered the young girl so much that she became almost lighthearted, laughing and responding to Leon's tales with a good nature that she had kept hidden up until then.
"Say, you know, you're a pretty nice lady when you're more relaxed," Leon said.
Daphne realized with a pang of conscience that she was more relaxed now. Maybe it was her fault that things were working out so badly. Maybe her own uptightness and natural reserve had made her overly suspicious of Gregg and his mother and the handyman. Maybe they were perfectly nice people after all, and she had been the fool! But then she remembered the events with her husband in that murky cabin... and she remembered that it hadn't been her fault... she just couldn't have been wrong about that! "Listen, it's getting cold here. You're shivering. Pretty soon it'll be dark, anyway. Besides, we're out of wine! Come on. Let's go back to the motel. I know where there's some more," Leon said, noticing happily that when Daphne stood up, she staggered a bit to get her balance.
She giggled and took one last look at the river, before she followed Leon back up the path, feeling the cool sand beneath her feet, listening to Leon's low voice as he described this fish and that fish that he'd caught or almost caught.
Leon walked briskly, laughing while he told his stories, but thinking about her husband Gregg. Leon always thought Gregg must be a lousy lay, even though he had no definite proof-despite all those pretty girls that were always coming around to see the white boy. But now he had proof-this little blonde who'd rather be with him than with that cocky kid. Gregg, with his high-falutin' college and his big talk! None of that had much to do with what being a man was all about, Leon was thinking as they neared the clearing and he led the way to his cabin.
Daphne could barely make out Leon's words anymore, trying as she was to contend with the effects of all the wine she had been drinking, and on an empty stomach. The fact that she hadn't eaten, and all the fresh air combined to accentuate the effects of the alcohol in her system. She could feel her feet and finger tips grow slightly numb and tingly, while the rest of her body seemed completely keyed-up, her heart beating wildly in her chest and that odd sensation lurking at the base of her belly. She slipped several times, and stepped on pebbles which hurt the sensitive soles of her bare feet, and Leon turned from time to time to help her over logs and up steep grades. Each time he took her hand in his, she wanted him to let go because she could feel a terrible excitation run through her from his touch. Daphne knew that everything inside her was all mixed up, upset by her new husband's cruel, actions on their honeymoon, and she knew that now with the addition of all the wine, something else was happening, and she felt all out of control.
She couldn't grasp the full significance of what was happening. She had begun to think of Leon as a pal, a true friend, and it wasn't occurring to her at that moment that the handyman had anything else in mind. But when they got to the clearing where the motel was and Leon turned to her in the growing darkness, she began to realize what he wanted from her. He stood at the door of a cabin, and she quickly realized that it was not her cabin.
"Wh... what are we doing here? This isn't my cabin!" she said, turning to leave. "I'd better go. I feel much better now. Thank you."
"Hey, wait a minute," Leon said, taking hold of her arm. "Why don't you come in and sit a while." Then in a softer tone he added, "I'll make it real nice for you."
"No... no... don't," she begged, trying to squirm out of his grasp. "I'd better get back. Gregg is waiting for me... please let go."
Leon spoke again, this time pulling her into the dark cabin and then putting his arms around her, drawing her close up against his hard body. "Now, don't be upset, Miss. You've been upset enough already. You don't need that boy... forget about him... What you need is some good loving... you need me." His words terrified Daphne, and yet at the sound of them she felt herself overcome by a violent series of thrills that shook her body as though she had touched an ungrounded electrical wire instead of the hard, muscular frame of the tall, dark handyman.
"You mustn't talk like that! You mustn't say those things to me!" I'm your boss's wife! You have no right... "
"I got every right! Why not?" Leon answered, moving even closer, his strong arms encircling her and holding her firmly. "And I'll tell you another thing. Once I get through with you, you both gonna thank me, yes, you will. I can show you a few things that no white man could do, then you can show him and you both be better off."
Daphne wanted to scream and run, but the slightly drunk young girl knew he'd never let go of her now. At his obscene words she sent up a silent prayer for help, realizing that her knees were shaking violently, and that everywhere her unconsciously yielding body was pressed up against Leon's she was feeling the most acutely pleasurable sensations she had ever known. And then he was drawing her toward him, paying no attention to her small hands pushing against his chest, his powerful black arms crushing her to him as his hot, eager mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his large, soft lips wetly to the young blonde bride's in a tight, grinding way.
Feeling her husband's handyman's hand pressing hard into the firm softness of her breast, Daphne groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment. She realized that protest was futile and she allowed herself to go limp, amazed at the little butterfly-like sensations that once more fluttered inside her stomach.
"You like it. I can tell you do," Leon said in a coarse whisper, his strong hand continuing to stroke her lush round breasts through the material of her cotton dress. Daphne moaned in desperation. There was no use fighting him, he was too strong. And now, her own body, so much misused by Gregg, was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drinking had turned her into a loose bundle of raw nerve-endings, and her wine-fogged brain was rapidly losing control over it.
"Why not?" a wicked little voice was whispering deep inside her. "They'd never believe you didn't mean to come here. You're not a virgin anymore, so what difference does it make? Nothing makes any difference now, really. And maybe it will feel good... maybe it will feel good... "
"Oooooooooooh... aaaaahhhh!" she gasped, as helplessly she let him slip his hand up inside her loose, short dress, cupping her nakedly quivering breasts in his anxious, exploring hands. She tried no more to stop him as the tiny licks of flaming passion began to tingle through her, awakening her young flesh enticingly. She felt small pinpricks of delicious sensation racing through the tip of the soft smooth surface of her velvety breast as he rolled the hardened nipple maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.
The heat of the insistent handyman's breath rushed against the young blonde's ear, then he moved his head down and brought his lips once again to lock wetly on hers.
Before she even realized what she was doing, the frustrated bride involuntarily thrust her tongue forward sharply to meet his. Leon sucked its hard, pointed tip deep into the greedy wetness of his mouth. Oh Lord, the young bride thought, his kiss is setting me on fire!
"Come on baby," he said, easing his head away and leading her over to his small cot. The sight of the bed brought Daphne to the realization of what she was on the verge of doing. Once again the petite blonde thought of breaking away and running for everything she was worth... running fast and hard, even though her legs felt like they would never support her... but running where, she thought despairingly, running where... and to whom?
CHAPTER FIVE
"No sense worrying over something that's past and gone," Mrs. Salt said to herself, finishing the last of her scotch. "Not when there's dishes waiting to be done." She rose and went to the sink, but as she washed and rinsed the dishes she continued to be in an inner turmoil about her suppressed feelings for her son.
A sudden movement through the trees outside the window over the sink attracted her attention. Who could it be at this hour? Through the early evening darkness she perceived the figures of Leon the handyman and the young blonde daughter-in-law, who staggered, Mrs. Salt could swear she staggered, as if she had been drinking!
What could they be up to? she wondered. Quickly, she turned off the running water, dried her hands on a dishtowel, and left the house. She took the back door and went first to Gregg's cabin. Probably, she thought, the little blonde had returned there. She looked through the screen door and saw that Gregg was in the Cabin alone, stretched out on the rumpled bed. His young wife was nowhere in sight!
Her heart racing, Mrs. Salt moved quickly across the dirt parking lot in the direction of Leon the handyman's cabin.
* * *
There on the narrow cot, lying on the scratchy wool plaid blanket, Daphne weakly rolled her blonde head back and forth in limp protest. The handyman, naked to the waist now, moved toward the bed; sitting next to her, he leaned over her. She reached up and put her delicate white hands on his dark shoulders, surprised at how smooth his skin was. She had expected it to be rougher.
Then his big lips were glued to hers once more, his tongue gliding between her lips, past the barrier of her sharp little teeth. She found herself sucking on his wet tongue while unconsciously she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, her fingertips caressing one of his hard nipples, then squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to hers.
The young blonde wife felt Leon's large hand tracing up the trembling hot flesh of her inner thighs, caressing her soft skin with light circular motions until, momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid gently upward, parting the sensitive flanges of her pussy to slip tenderly into its hot wetness and find the quivering inner lips that enshrined her clitoris.
It was at just that spine-tingling moment that she thought of her husband Gregg. Visions of him loomed before her in the darkened room. She thought she could almost see him standing there looking at them, a contemptuous sneer of total loathing contorting his handsome face... and she froze... she held her breath... and then all at once she started to fight the half naked black man. She came to life, squirming and struggling to get away from him.
"What you doin', white girl?" Leon said, surprised at her sudden resistance. He grabbed her flailing wrists and pinned her hard against the bed. "What's the matter with you?"
"Don't touch me. Let go of me!" she was shrieking at him now. "You filthy beast! You Pig!"
He shook her by her wrists as if she were a rag doll, and then pushed her down again, crushing her with the weight of his powerful body against the bed until she could not move an inch.
"Oh, please, Leon. Please don't do it to me!" Daphne begged, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, the soft blonde pubic curls covering her cunt and the flatness of her white, white, belly visible to him. He sat her up and then pulled her dress over her head and threw it across the room. Then he reached down to fumble with his work pants, jerking them down impatiently over his lean hips while he held Daphne on the bed with one strong black hand.
She gasped when she caught a glimpse of the thick hard black penis in his hand. Then he was forcing his way between her legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his lewdly distended member forward, shoving her legs roughly apart with his own, forcing her to raise them high as he used the fleshy rubbery head of his cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her pussy.
Daphne tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive palpitating edges of her involuntarily moistening pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation beneath him.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh! she gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the contracted elastic opening of her puffy almost virginal little cunt lips.
"Uuuunnnnggggg... " she groaned as the huge, bulbous tip slipped through, stretching the tightly resilient passage unbelievably wide until she felt as though her loins were ripping apart from the unbearable pressure. Could she stand it?
"No, Leon, please, please stop. You're hurting me. You're hurting meee!" Daphne pleaded with her tormentor. But when she opened her eyes and looked up at him she saw that he was smiling; he was actually enjoying the sight of her writhing in pain beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed pussy.
Suddenly the grin on his smirking face was replaced by a contorted grimace of sheer, raw lust as if he could barely stand it no longer, the debauched vision of her young, pale, defenseless form utterly exposed and vulnerable beneath his dark brown body. He could see the enormous head of his black, fully erect cock disappearing into the damp blonde curls covering her hopelessly resisting cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you, little white girl, like you never been fucked before!!!!"
His weight crushed her against the bed as, heavily, he came down upon her, thrusting his hips forward with the same motion as he sent his sleekly penetrating cock fucking up into her pussy with a roaring fury, pushing the moist velvety flesh of her cunt walls in warm pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until, with a low moan, his balls slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of her desperately flailing ass.
"Oh Nooooooooo!" Daphne cried beneath him, her pain-wracked passage feeling as if his plunging penis had split it in two. He had fucked up into her without mercy, impaled her on the doubled up fist of his lust-flaring cock-head. He fucked away at her, until now his shaft lay sunk deep up in her belly, filling every part of her burning, impossibly straining hole.
Leon lay still for a long moment, his dark face directly above her, the whites of his eyes flashing. Daphne too remained unmoving, fearful of stirring because of the agony it might bring... It was quiet in the dark cabin, and all that could be heard was their labored breathing, a sound which hung between them for a long time. Then suddenly Daphne felt a throb from deep inside as the breadth and length of his hotly pulsating shaft jerked up into her another half inch as he flexed it within her ravished vagina.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhhhh... " Daphne groaned.
Leon clamped his lustfully searching mouth over hers and began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. The pain was like tiny explosions of exploding bullets inside her, searing the soft sensitive cuntal flesh as his motion widened the tightly narrow passage with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him.
And then, as if it were severed from her resisting mind, her body started to react involuntarily. Lewd flashes of hot desire were coursing through her veins and she no longer had any will left to fight it. She had lost the battle and now she knew that despite her repugnance and horror, she was about to surrender totally to the black handyman lying with his penis buried deep up between her widespread thighs. The thought alone sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Leon's cock impaling wetly up into her.
Her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him and she moaned incessantly up into the working moisture of his mouth, pushing her tongue with complete abandon deep into his throat. Faint moans of bestial servile acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her pretty face was wrung with passion, lips working, neck straining, beads of sweat bursting out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
Leon slipped his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slid them beneath the smooth undulating moans of her working buttocks, taking them harshly in his hands as he began to fuck upward into her with greater frenzy.
The wine-impassioned young blonde flexed and unflexed her now smoothly grinding ass-cheeks while the huge negro clutched his fingers tightly into the firm quaking flesh. He jerked her harder up against his loins and she pulled her thighs back toward her chest a little more, the moist wet hold of her cunt spreading open wider to receive his excitedly fucking cock to greater and greater depths up within the open tunnel to her belly.
The tormenting pain was passed now, her legs on either side of his penetrating cock-shaft were shaking and quivering in a wild, passion-driven abandon she could not control. She shut her eyes tight, slavering her hot tongue wantonly up into his fleshy mouth, low groans of velvety pleasure rumbling in her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she writhed under the handyman's body from the intensity of her excitement. She had lost all capacity to think, but just felt the delicious sensation of lying beneath the strong black man who was fucking her against her conscious will. She fucked him back as he was fucking her.
The black man slaved above her, moving now in smoother, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her hotly clasping vagina on the stroke out, and then plunged it forward into her uplifted belly again until she felt the harsh slap of his balls against the exposed little circle of her tightly puckered anus. She felt his fingers tracing down the naked skin of her buttocks until he found the small little hole cradled defenselessly beneath.
All at once, his finger tip popped up into it with a sudden quick inward movement, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding to his assault. His eyes flashed open wide with surprise and she gasped, a groan escaping her lips in shocked protest.
But her soft mewling sounds only incited him to worm deeper and deeper still with his finger up into the dark rubbery depths of her rectum.
"Ooooohhhhhhh Nnnnnoooooo... " Daphne groaned from the added pressure up inside her widely stretching little asshole.
But the handyman did not heed her cries of protest. He worked his finger around inside her ass-hole, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider as he ground his finger relentlessly up into her. She felt a second, and then a third finger snaking its way up into her elastically giving little anal passage, the deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowly subsiding to give way to greater moans of pleasure, pleasure she had never before felt, as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion that was almost cock-sized.
Leon brought his other hand around to where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her hotly grasping pussy and she felt him begin to fondle the quivering hair-lined lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in her throat and escaped her. Her already widely stretching vaginal walls seemed to gape open even more in greedy desire, swallowing now the whole of his massively pulsating black hardness as he fucked mercilessly up into the farthest recesses of her being.
Without warning he quickened his thrust, hot and pulsing and deep, and the painful agony of pleasure made her thrash beneath him as she felt him rip his fingers from her anal passage with a lewd, wet suctioning sound, and the sudden loss of his fingers disturbed her. But then he moved both his hands under her knees, and pushed them hard back down against the bed up on either side of her shoulders, making the pile-driving hardness of his huge black cock penetrate deeper, much deeper, as he fucked into her even more lust-incited than he had been before.
"oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... "Daphne chanted beneath him, her face twisted into an unrecognizable mask of wild, insane passion.
Once more, the huge Black quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, fucking her deep and hard, his cock boring up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She was a mass of exquisite moisture and her loins blazed with primitive passion, consuming her mind, over-powering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building up inside her. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of flame, of his warm soft lips, of the hot rubbing of his body as he squirmed and pummeled against her. It was happening!
Her breath came in quick panting gasps and she writhed, hotly, sensuously, beneath him, then heard his wailing moan. His penis became a menacing unrelenting animal, raging and hurtling into her making her tingle all the way from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.
And even as she jerked and bucked against him, she felt his cock expand once more as it began to pump his hot thick sperm far up into her orgasmically contracting belly, their love-juices mingling deep inside in a wet pool of bliss and passion that she had never dreamed could be possible. She could not believe what was happening to her.
And her mother-in-law could not believe her senses either. There before her, through the window of Leon's cabin where she stood, she could see them-Leon, her big negro handyman, and her son's voluptuous new blonde bride, Daphne-wildly in the throes of their love-making, fornicating there in the dark cabin, right on Leon's cot, the excited young blonde urging her black lover on as she reached a tempestuous obscene climax that made Mrs. Salt's eyes pop out of her head.
Mrs. Salt put her hand up to her mouth, an automatic reaction to stifle a scream that actually had no sound. And she stood there, her mouth gaping open, watching the lascivious, adulterous spectacle within the room as the young bride writhed wildly, uncontrollably, beneath the impassioned thrusts of the black handyman.
That tramp! That filthy little tramp! she thought. Mrs. Salt could feel the tears slipping down her cheeks as she witnessed the lewdly fucking couple and then she turned from the window and ran. She couldn't believe that she had seen such a thing. But now that she had, what should she do? she wondered, What on earth should she do?
Inside the cabin, Daphne's legs went limp, jerking convulsively and finally falling on either side of the black man's still-heaving naked body. She lay there beneath him, her legs splayed out wantonly on either side of him, that beautiful young blonde virgin of yesterday, her heart pounding in her chest as though it would burst. She was satiated, totally satiated, for the first time! But as she lay there and her breath came slower, she returned to her old sense of herself, and the shame and guilt she had felt returned to her, flooding her brain with remembrances of her surroundings, and her situation, and who this stranger lying on top of her actually was, his thick savage penis still buried up inside her cum-flooded cunt to he hilt while her tingling vagina walls palpitated and still sucked softly inward around its long heavy blackness.
Oh God, What had she done? How could she have done such a thing? And what if I get pregnant, she thought as she felt his heated sperm still puddling deep up in her belly, pregnant by a black man! She, pregnant by a black man, she, who had been worried for so long about being a virgin for her darling husband... who was at this minute only footsteps away from this place where she was lying like a common whore under the black sweating body of her husband's employee! And she had just opened her cunt wide to him with utter abandon, and what is worse she had completely, which is more than she could say she felt when Gregg had fucked her! Greg! She wanted to banish the thought of him from her mind, and yet she couldn't.
Above her, Leon pulled slowly back, his now limp penis slipping from the snug, enveloping moistness of her still warmly quivering vaginal passage, making a soft little slushing noise as it slipped wetly out. Then he collapsed, spent, on the cot beside her.
On his face he wore a self-satisfied, cocky grin, and seeing it, Daphne immediately wished to heaven that she had to smash into that smug visage. Her own face was wet with tears of shame.
"You're horrible. You're disgusting! She was horrified to hear herself hiss.
"How could you rape me this way?"
"Rape?" he laughed. "You call that a rape white girl? You seemed to have dug the whole thing pretty good, you hot little cunt."
"You animal. You disgusting black animal!" she cried, tormented inside, torn between the blissful aftermath of the rapture she felt and the intense, torturing feelings of guilt. She hated him, she wanted to hurt him, but she had not calculated, in her anger, just how much her reference to his race would enrage the black handyman.
He raised up beside her, his dark face contorted with anger, and as Daphne looked instinctively down she saw that between his legs, his black thick cock was beginning to stir, becoming stiff and hard once more. His handsome face was ugly with rage and he looked like a crazy man.
"So you don't like black, huh? You think white is better? Well, it sure as hell isn't, you bitch. Your dumb honky husband don't even know how to fuck right, with all his education and bossy ways. A hot little cunt like you, it doesn't take much to fill you, but he can't even handle that. I know he can't. You want to know how I know? Because I saw you, that's why, I saw you finger fucking your white little pussy in the woods... and you just fresh out of bed with that dumb-ass white boy. And as for being an animal... well, I'll cop to that. I don't know what else you think human beings are, if they aren't animals."
He jumped up and took her frail body in his hands, then flipped her over on her belly so that her knees dug into the bed and her full, iridescent young buttocks were raised and exposed to him in all their voluptuously naked glory.
"I'll show you just how much animal I am!" he said through gritted teeth.
Daphne sobbed as she felt him splay her thighs wide apart with his strong hands, and then kneel down in back of her, half bending over her vulnerably trembling ass. His heavily pulsating cock slipped wetly up into the moist little split of her blonde trimmed cunt and she felt it fucking forcefully up and up and further still into her open, already cum-slickened vaginal passage. The, with the hard, pumping thrusts of a dog, he fucked his lust-hardened cock deep up into her defenseless belly, her cries of sudden, unrestrained delight lost in the rhythmic slapping sound as his lust-crazed pelvis smacked into her, flattening the soft, curved flesh of her asscheeks hard up against her hip bones...
CHAPTER SIX
Mrs. Salt's first thoughts after leaving the scene she had witnessed were for her son. She had to go to him, to keep him from going anywhere near Leon's cabin. Did she intend to tell him what she had seen? She didn't know. She only knew that she had to see her son Gregg, had to have some kind of talk with him. Her poor son!
Gregg's shapely mother slipped into her son's cabin and stood over the bed where he lay sleeping deeply, totally unaware that at that very moment his wife was out groaning beneath the hard, muscular body of the motel handyman as he was half fucking her brains out. She studied each little detail of her son's features, gazing lovingly at her son in sleep as she could not do when he was awake, just as she used to do when he was a boy growing up.
He was a carbon copy of her-people always said that-a male version of the sturdy, dark-haired woman. With his thick black curls, the small cleft in his chin, the high, wide brow, he had a kind of sex appeal that the girls in this small coastal town found irresistible. His young blonde wife seemed like the only girl who rejected him... that little snip Daphne... al-though Mrs. Salt was reminded of her own rejection of him the night of the funeral, and the memory caused her a sharp stab of pain... for her son, or for herself?
Gregg moaned softly in his sleep. Naked beneath the covers, he was dreaming the same dream he'd been having through the long Monterey summer, ever since he had first laid eyes on Daphne. The beautiful blonde nymph was giving in to him, spreading her sleek white thighs wide as she lay upon the bed begging him, beckoning him, urging him to fuck her, to shoot his cum deep within her. All the actual problems and events of their unhappy honeymoon did not intrude into Gregg's sleeping vision... their jarring meeting with Daphne's parents, the long, tiring drive, the disappointment of their first nude encounter... and their second... Daphne's hysteria and her coldness. No, his dream was the honeymoon as he had envisioned it-perfection! Gregg dreamed that he desired the lovely, virginal young woman who would be his and only his. He would teach her the art of love, and she would be a willing, eager student.
In his dream, he felt her warm, sweet breath on his face, and when he felt two soft lips brushing his own, he responded perfectly in his sleep. His tanned arms reached up and surrounded the female form that hovered over him as he lay. Oh Daphne, Daphne, you've come to me at last! He kissed her the way he had always wanted to kiss her when they were, at last, alone together, a gentle, tender kiss that would melt her, and would convince her that his love for her was deep and profound.
The flesh of their inner mouths mingled with their tongues, blending together in a wet, soft kiss, and he felt the full, soft mounds of her breasts brush ever harder against his chest as he drew her down against him.
Her body meeting his own felt exactly as he knew it would. She was yielding to him, warmed by their shared heat and desire. She would be his wife, his wife! He could feel his cock growing, jerking up against her thigh on top of him, and slowly he maneuvered the woman he thought was his wife so that the hot moist split of her trembling, twitching pussy was touching his now fully erect penis through the material of the bedsheet and her clothing.
Mrs. Salt writhed in a steadily rising ecstasy above her son's slowly awakening body. Oh, how she wanted him, how he excited her... her own son! The thought only increased her passion. Her firm, well-shaped body, so long untouched, so ripe and willing, ached to be touched gently and with understanding. Her brain swam with lustful desire. This time she would not back down from her true feelings... this time she would give herself to her son, and he would see her, not only as a mother, but as the woman, the lush, earthy woman, she knew she was... not like that skinny little guttersnipe who at this very moment had her adulterous little cunt wrapped hotly around the motel handyman's huge black cock!
How good it felt to her after all this time of secret longing, a longing that had been growing inside her subconscious these last three years... and perhaps since the boy was born... the sensation of his lustfully swollen penis, stiff and hard, against her, the feel of his thickly throbbing young cock! She wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the moistly pulsing walls of her ravenously hungering pussy!
Gregg... oh Gregg, my son, my lover... the words swam in her fevered brain. She wanted him to quiet her sexual fever, to inject her with the only serum, his own hot, white sperm, that could cure her raging heat. Hurriedly she squirmed out of her jersey slacks, her blouse and sweater, all the time moving against the muscular form beneath her to keep them both at this fever pitch of excitement. She threw her clothes off frantically, then reached behind her and in one practiced flip, unclasped her bra, her full, soft breasts swinging free, revealed in their bouncing fullness, the thick dark nipples contrasting against the smooth creamy flesh of the voluptuous white mounds.
She was naked now in the dark cabin with her son, her body tingling with excitement, her smooth flanks, her rounded, trembling belly, and there between her firm, perfectly shaped thighs-the dark hair-lined slit that was filled with impatient longing for the feel of her son's viriley hard young cock inside it.
"Gregg... " she whispered... "oh Gregg, please, darling, take me now... touch me... oh touch me, yes... Oh yes... oh that's right... oh yes!" The woman moaned and slithered down beside him, rolling over, pulling her son on top of her. And he responded, kicking out from beneath the covers that separated them, moving his body on top of hers so that she was completely crushed beneath his heavy weight. It was in that moment that Gregg fully opened his eyes and saw his mother. Had he known from the start it wasn't Daphne? He wasn't sure now... nor would he be sure even later. But one thing was sure... that it was his mother lying there naked and trembling beneath him on his marital bed, his mother whom he'd almost had the night that the two of them had seen his father, her husband buried. He hadn't fucked her that night, and now here it was, another chance.
"Mom! What are you doing?... What are we doing?"
His mother's cool, long fingers went up to touch her son's lips lightly. "Sssshh. Don't say anything. Don't question it. It's here... our time together... when life calls like this, there's no answer but to live it out. I'm here and you're here, and that's all that matters."
"But... " There were many things that came to Gregg's mind at that moment, but nothing stood out so strong as the feel of his mother's deft, sure fingers slipping lewdly and firmly around the bulging thickness of his rampantly pulsing cock.
Yes, he wanted to, there's was no denying it. He knew what he would do with that throbbing sheath. He lifted himself up from her a bit, preparing to fuck her. He would fuck her like a man, long and well. She was a woman, and he was a man as well as a son, and any man in his right mind would be unable to resist a woman as beautiful as his mother.
She lay silent now, naked and unprotesting upon his bed, her black hair spread across his pillow while her cool, dark eyes half closed, heavy With desire watched him. His own dark eyes roamed hotly over her curvaceous form, her large breasts, her small waist, her full hips, her thighs. He crouched now on all fours over the white nakedness of his mother's body.
Slowly, Gregg pushed her unresisting milk-white thighs wide apart, until the pearlescent split of her soft, hair-fringed pussy was fully in his view. He moved downward, her legs on either side of him and kneeled down between them until his face came to within inches of the hair-covered darkness of her open, moistly waiting cunt. His shoulders and arms felt the softness of her inner thighs and he groaned with ecstasy at these beautiful sensations of sight and touch. God, she was beautiful! He felt almost as if he were worshiping at some mythical altar and he revelled in the utter peace of that moment. He had been with his mother, it was true, that passionate night when they'd writhed together in almost painful sexual need. But then their lovemaking had been frantic and rushed, lest the horror of what they were doing catch up with them, as it finally did, stopping them. But now he felt he had time, time to really look, to really see as he was doing now, the splendor of womanhood shown to him by his mother.
His mouth watered as his eyes stared down at the pulsing center of her heated sexual being, and he hesitated a moment, and then knew what he would do. The woman, his mother, began to move her hips sensuously, expectantly, just inches from her son's parted lips. He felt saliva filling his mouth and yearned to let it mingle with his mother's intimate juices which Gregg could see were already making her nakedly spread cunt glistening wet with excitement. He paused another moment to behold the enticingly narrow split that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly down among the dark "vee" of hair, all the way down between her full, sensuously curved buttocks that were pressed flat against the white sheets of the bed.
Mrs. Salt gazed down at her handsome, strong, perfect son through half-open eyes. She moaned as she felt the palms of his work-roughened hands clasped against the tender smoothness of her inner thighs, holding them wide open and she suddenly wanted to open them even further to him. She would reveal to him the entirety of her naked pussy, to do with it what he would. In a semi-stupor of desire, she watched as his head lowered, as he came closer and closer... and closer, until she could feel his breath against that private-most part of her...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" she moaned, feeling at last his hotly clasping lips close over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His face blurred in her vision, she had only the vague sense of him sinking into the soft springy curls of her willingly widespread pussy, though she could feel distinctly each wet, tingling kiss that he planted in the delicate folds of her pinkly throbbing vagina, his lustfully swirling tongue licking lewdly at the quivering opening of his mother's hair-lined pussy.
"Oh my darling... Gregg, Gregg, Gregg!" she cried. Her own long hands moved down sensuously over her throbbing, naked breasts and slid along the soft, smooth roundness of her belly and her softly gyrating hips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her own silken inner thighs, then she reached down between her legs and delicately, she spread the soft, curl-fringed lips apart, as if opening velvet curtains, to expose to his hungry mouth the pink satin lining of her inner pussy mouth.
The beautiful mother's head tossed from side to side on its bed of lush black curls uncontrollably as her son's hot, searing tongue shot out, its flicking tip tantalizingly circling her quivering clitoris. She felt his lips sucking, drawing the warm, trembling folds deep into the hotly ministering cavern of his mouth while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the tiny straining clitoral bud beneath. She groaned unabashedly from deep in her throat as the probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow cuntal slit, starting from its pinnacle down, gently down, over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and further still into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped for a moment to pay flickering homage to the tight pink pucker of her anal hole. Her hips had begun a wild gyration grinding into the bed, while the room was filled with the soft mewling animal sounds that escaped salaciously from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Down between her thighs, her son worked feverishly, feeling the wet strands of pubic hair brushing teasingly against his nose, his cheeks... Never before had he experienced anything like this! Her uncontrollable moaning drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming hot vaginal furrow. He'd never seen a woman as hot before as this seasoned woman-not those young chicks he'd known in a past that seemed centuries away from him now.
He felt his mother's fingers become tangled in his hair and then her hands guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue into the soft -rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and then withdrawing to tease around the velvety pink edges. She applied more pressure with her hands, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole of her feverishly aching vagina, and as his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue forward, deep up into it, raising a low guttural groan from the beautiful black haired older woman whose supple thighs closed convulsively around either ear on his moving head.
The wet cuntal flesh slipped moistly around his extended tongue and the walls of her penetrated vagina opened and closed in a hotly sucking, greedily clasping motion of their own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper up into her openly flaring cunt walls. Her heels pushed down against his back, bringing his head still further into the wet, palpitating center of her parted thighs, until the young man could hardly breath, his nose smashed tight against the tiny, hard clitoris, savoring the pungent odor of the lust-juices now bubbling up freely from her inner cuntal depths.
He could feel his cock between his legs throbbing and pulsing into a hardness he wouldn't be able to control much longer. He had to fuck into her before his cum exploded out and he lost it all!
Lost in the fire of the moment, every muscle in her body tensed as she strained her hips upward, her back in a stringent arch, to meet the maddening tongue-fucking she was receiving up between her legs, Gregg knew just what to do to please her! Her own son! It was as if he knew, every second, what she wanted and gave it to her! She had never dreamed it could be so perfect, that two people could so wordlessly act as one. Her great love for him excited her even more as her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously now at her flaming vagina. The cords of her neck stood out as she strained with all her might to meet the pleasure of the orgasm cascading towards her.
"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... oooo... hhhh... yes ssssssssssss ssssss sssssssssssssssss aaaaaaahhhhh! " Then suddenly she lost all sense of ordinary sight and sound and she fell into a swirling darkness, which roared and spun, exploding into flashes of light and she gasped at the unbelievable intensity of it, wanting it never to stop, as the waves of pleasure came over and over and over yet again, and then she was aware of the hard, smooth feel of a man's body moving between her legs, and she felt him moving, could feel the glistening cunt-moistened features of his face moved up between her legs, over her stomach, between her breasts, and then his wetly drenched lips locking to hers. Then, in what was now the total center of her consciousness, she felt the hard, hot head of his cock pressing against her impossibly hot pussy, and she felt it begin its ecstatic penetration.
"Oooooh God, son!" she groaned up into his mouth and at the same time, with an upward jerk of her hips, she spiraled her warmly waiting cunt walls up tight over the descending hardness of his desire-hardened young cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mrs. Salt stood staring out the window over the kitchen sink, eating her breakfast. The trees outside became blurred by the tears welling up in her eyes, as, automatically, she spooned the contents of a soft-boiled egg, into her mouth.
She had woken up that morning smiling, her body still burning with traces and memories of the hungry love-making she and her son had enjoyed the night before, her mind cheered by the fact that Daphne would be leaving them that day. She did not feel any guilt for what she'd done with her son. It had become obvious to her that whatever their relation, mother and son were meant to make love together.
Instead of the usual wool slacks and man's shirt she put on each day this morning she'd selected a dress from her closet, a short dress that showed her shapely legs and that zipped down the front-for easy access, she had laughed to herself-in case she and Gregg got a little time together that day. With that thought in mind she had also worn no panties, but the feeling of freedom from them which had given her so much pleasure earlier that morning, now made her burn with shame and anger.
Because behind her, sitting at the wood kitchen table, was Daphne, eating as though there were no tomorrow. That adulterous little whore! She'd marched into the place that morning, happy and smiling, saying she was starved. Mrs. Salt could have bit her lip after she offered to make breakfast for the little tramp. She felt herself becoming more and more furious as she turned the bacon in the pan, buttered the toast, brewed the coffee. Her offer had been an automatic reflex, but she instantly regretted it, wishing instead that she had screamed at the young girl, confronted her with the terrible knowledge of what, she Daphne, had done. She even began to wish that she had had the courage to tell Gregg that she had seen the black handyman fucking her half senseless last night while she groaned out her joy beneath him.
And now as the small curvaceous blonde sat eating the food, her talk was not about her plans to leave at all! She was babbling on about going fishing that day and about how wonderful it was to be in the country instead of the confining streets of the suburbs where she grew up, and how good nature made her feel.
I know what's making her feel good, Mrs.
Salt said to herself, her eyes narrowing with hatred and with the effort of her silence. But what could she say to the girl? Her thoughts were in such a turmoil that she didn't know what to do.
The office door slammed, and then loud footsteps in the outer room told her that Leon was there now, and she turned to see him striding into the kitchen with his usual smirking expression, ready to eat her out of house and home as usual. The smug bastard, she thought. He knows I'll never kick him out no matter what-he knows I promised Mel I wouldn't.
"Mmmmm-mmmm, doesn't that look fine," Leon said, rubbing his stomach and looking at the huge plate of food in front of Daphne, and, Mrs. Salt noted, at Daphne herself. "Can I have some?" he said laughingly, and stealing a slice of bacon off her plate. Daphne laughed and made a playful grab to retrieve the crisp bacon, but Leon quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
"That's right," you two just stay here and fool around all day. Somebody's got to do some work around this place," Mrs. Salt screamed and stomped out of the room, nearly knocking Leon over as she pushed past.
Leon and Daphne exchanged looks of mock guilt and couldn't help laughing. Daphne felt a chill run down her spine as her glance met his.
Was it possible she wondered, that she was really in love with the forty year old black handyman? Why else would she have responded to him sexually like that the night before? Because, with or without the wine, she had to admit that she had been more than a willing partner in the most thrilling night she had ever dreamt possible. She knew, at last, what it was all about, that feeling so impossible to describe, but so undeniably real and sure when it's felt. And Leon had made her feel it... Gregg... and did that mean that she did not love Gregg?
"Whew!" Leon rolled his eyes. "Isn't Salty a hornet's nest this morning? I hope you feel better than she does-she might if she got what you got last night!" Leon moved swiftly and boldly, taking one small, pert breast in one hand, the back of her blonde head in the other as he leaned over and kissed Daphne hard on the mouth.
"Hey, cut it out!" she said, pushing him away and flushing, but she was smiling as she said it, feeling the same terrible attraction, that wonderful magical sensation at the pit of her stomach that seemed to spring without fail from each of Leon's words and touches. Just the way he looked at her...
And yet, she felt confused. Every time she got that wonderful feeling, a harsh voice in her brain said her husband's name, Gregg, and she would feel a terrible guilt wash over her which seemed only to increase her excitement. She blushed a deep crimson and wanted to say something. But what? Leon had already convinced her that she should stay, give Gregg another chance, give Salt's Inn another chance, and give him another chance.
"And you know, if that boy don't do right by you, you always have me nearby!" he had said, and she had been shocked at the idea, and yet something within her told her that he meant well, that maybe she should try to bring Gregg the happiness and joy she knew she was capable of now... she owed it to her husband, especially after the way she'd gained that knowledge.
Her mind began to construct an acceptable framework for her decision to stay: Leon was really doing these things for her own good, hers and Gregg's. In her mind, she created an image of Leon as gentle and noble, much as she had done with Gregg in their months of dating. These elaborate constructs quieted the turmoil of her conscience which made it hard for her to know exactly what to do. Her feelings were so contradictory.
She watched Leon across from her, shoveling down his food, eating with his mouth open, and she felt a certain revulsion for his manners, and yet just the sight of his hands, hands that had given her so much pleasure, gave her a feeling clearly contradictory to the last one. One thing she knew for sure, though, she was glad Gregg was such a heavy sleeper. That simplified things.
When she had returned to their cabin after her tryst with Leon, she felt sheepish and guilty, wondering what lie she'd have to tell to explain her absence. But she'd found Gregg sound asleep, sprawled back on the bed, his mouth open, just as she'd left him, and he was still sleeping this morning when she'd gotten up, rather noisily, and dressed.
But that was just as well, she thought. She needed time to think, to formulate a plan. She knew already that she had a few alternatives. She could stay and maybe things would work out with Gregg, or she could go back to Santa Barbara and tell her mother that she and Gregg had decided that she should finish school, and that he would meet her back East in a few months. She knew her mother would jump at the chance to send her back to that Ivy League tomb, and then she'd quietly, and far from home, get a divorce. Just thinking about these alternatives made-her feel better, and she finished her coffee eagerly, ready to go off for the morning with Leon. He had said he'd teach her how to fish.
"Ready to go?" Leon's voice was pleasant, and Daphne did not miss the fact that his eyes swept appraisingly over her body as she rose from the breakfast table. His glance filled her mind with haunting, burning images of the things the handyman had done to her, the things he had made her feel! She felt now almost as though he could see through her as he had, actually, seen every detail of her naked body!
"Yes, I'm ready," Daphne said. She felt free, freer now than she'd ever been in some way she couldn't quite identify, and following Leon down the dirt path to the river's edge, she almost skipped for joy; the morning seemed the most beautiful she had ever seen.
Leon had two fishing poles. His was quickly baited and cast in the water. Then he showed her how to fix hers, how to weigh it, how to thread the slimy, squirming, resisting worm along the hook, and finally, how to cast. When both lines were in the water, Leon told her to watch them for a minute.
"Why, where are you going?" Daphne said, suddenly depressed at the thought of his leaving her there alone.
"Going upstream to check some lines I set out last night before I ran into you. Maybe there's some fishes on there now. I'll be back directly. Don't put on such a long face, girl. You can be by yourself a little while. It won't kill you." Leon left and Daphne had the uncomfortable feeling he was laughing at her. She couldn't explain her feelings, but she felt somehow abandoned. Was it possible that Leon didn't love her? And then it struck her like a thunderbolt-maybe love had nothing to do with what he felt for her at all!
* * *
"Jesus, I'm turning into a regular Rip Van Winkle," Gregg said aloud to himself as he woke and stretched alone in his honeymoon cabin. He could see the strong rays of the midday sun streaming through the window and lighting up the rug. He called out to see if Daphne was in the bathroom, but there was no answer. Gone. Maybe she's gone for good, he thought. Maybe she went back to that tight-ass family of hers already. Well, they deserved each other, those people.
Looking around the room he saw that her suitcase and clothing were still there, so he supposed she must be around somewhere... unless she intended to have him send her things to Santa Barbara.
He wasn't even sure he cared one way or the other. His thoughts were on the events of the night before. It had not been a dream at all, he was sure of that. His mother had actually been there. He could still smell the sweet, familiar odor of her hair on his pillow, could still taste the feminine essence of her from when he'd licked her so deeply between her legs.
His own mother! He looked at his face in the bathroom mirror as he shaved, scowling, trying to see if he looked or felt any different from what he'd done. If anything, he decided, he felt better than ever, more relaxed, more completely satisfied, than he'd felt in a long time. What a woman Salty was! Compared to her, Daphne was small potatoes, kid stuff, and yet just the sound of his wife's name reverberating in his brain gave him a rush of that funny feeling he always had when he thought of her. Where was Daphne anyway? he wondered. A vague worry struck him: what if Daphne had seen the incestuous performance between him and his mother the night before? He hadn't even considered the possibility until now! Where had she been while all that was going on?
Hurriedly, he finished shaving, showered and dressed, and went to the main cabin. He found his mother sitting alone in the kitchen, and from the look on her face, he knew something was the matter.
"Hey, where's Daph?" he asked and headed for the refrigerator. Mrs. Salt was instantly wounded by the sound of the little blonde's name on her son's lips. Maybe he really loved her... how could he?... but she didn't give herself time to think... she just blurted out what she knew about Daphne.
"And she's with him right now!" she went on, nearly hysterical, "right as we sit here, that little whore of yours. How could you bring someone like that home with you? How could you marry her?"
"Slow down, slow down. What are you blubbering for? She's with who right now?" Mrs. Salt was sobbing as she recounted what she had seen through the window of Leon's cabin the night before, and her sobbing intensified when Gregg refused to believe her.
"That's ridiculous, Mom. You always put down the chicks I brought home, ever since I was a kid. Never liked any of them. And you know what? I think you're jealous I think you always wanted me... like you got me last night... and I think you were jealous. Besides... Daphne couldn't have done those things you said she did... she's frigid, cold as ice."
"You don't believe me. Well, see for yourself, then. That's right," Mrs. Salt screamed at her son. "I saw them leave together right after breakfast. They headed down the river path. Leon had his fishing gear... but I know what kind of fishing he's going to do."
Gregg ran out of the kitchen, and from the kitchen window, his mother could see him running towards the river. It couldn't be true, he was saying to himself. She's crazy! But when he got to the edge of the embankment, strange animal noises from down below on the riverbank stopped him in his tracks.
"Ohhhhh yes, oh Leon. Oh yes, yes, give it to me, yes!"
"Mmmmmmmm... hot little white momma... mmm... you asked for it... uuuummmmffffhhh."
Gregg edged himself over to the bank and looked down, afraid to see what his ears told him was true. It was Daphne's voice, all right. But she sounded different, much different, than he had ever heard her sound.
Then he saw them, lying in the sand, the warm autumn sun lighting up their stark naked bodies, as they writhed and moaned wantonly together on the beach. His wife's pale white, sensuously tapered legs were wrapped high up around the black handyman's black neck contracting with it, and she was drawing his long black cock swiftly into the voracious depths of her hotly grasping young cunt.
He could see Leon's dark fingers teasing and pulling at Daphne's pink taut nipples as the warm accepting walls of her hungrily open vagina surrounded the handyman's heavy, lust-thickened cock. Slowly and thoroughly, he thrust and wormed ever upward, grinding and grunting as he fucked his ebony hardness far up inside Daphne's tightly squeezing blonde pussy.
"ooooohhhh Baby... you learned your lessons good last night, you fuck so fine today!" Leon cooed at her, and the words hit Greg's ears like knives as he witnessed the scene, paralyzed by the sight of them in the most lascivious embrace he'd ever seen.
"MMMmmmmmmm... you hot little white bitch... you cumming already! Well, don't you worry little mamma... you can have as much of this big black cock as you can take... UUUmmmmmffffhhh!"
Standing at the window over the kitchen sink, Mrs. Salt had begun to regret what she'd done, and when she saw her son, Gregg, running like a man on fire, in utter agony, back up the path, she realized the pain that she had caused him.
"Oh, Gregg," she called out, crying alone in the empty kitchen... "Oh, Gregg, what have I done to you!"
Gregg stood panting and furious in the middle of the dusty motel parking lot, his body heaving, his mind reeling. Then he turned and walked, more calmly now, in the direction of his cabin. He went inside, and sat on the bed, totally shocked and stunned. He knew now what he would do. He took off his clothes, and he got into bed.
* * *
Still flushed and trembling from being fucked as thoroughly by Leon again, Daphne made her way back up the path. She had spent much more time down by the river than she had intended to, and she was a little concerned that Gregg would be able to see that she looked as different as she felt. She left Leon fishing by the river and made her way back to the motel by herself.
The young blonde could still feel the force of the black man's thick surging cock high inside her, and she ached to feel it again. What was happening to her anyway... and where would it all lead? She opened the door to the cabin she shared with her new husband as quietly as she possibly could, and then tiptoed in, hoping that he was still sleeping, hoping to get a shower in before she saw him so he wouldn't see how full of sand her clothes were, how tousled her hair.
"Been fishing?"
It was Gregg's voice, coming from the bed.
"Yes," Daphne said, startled. "Yes, yes I have. And I suppose you've been sleeping all this time. I never saw anyone sleep as much as you. A girl could get grey hair waiting for you to wake up" she chided. "Listen," she said, serious now, "don't you think we ought to talk things over, honey?"
"Yes, we should talk," Gregg said calmly... too calmly. "But first why don't you finish taking your clothes off. That's what you were doing, isn't it?"
Daphne hurriedly continued removing her wrinkled, sandy clothes. Better not to let him see how messy she'd gotten them rolling all over the beach with her black lover!
"Good, Gregg, I'm glad you think we should talk... " she said as evenly as she could, hoping he couldn't hear that her voice was still shaky. She took off her sweatshirt, feeling her nipples sore and red where Leon had pinched them, but she was sure that her husband couldn't see that. And when she took off her panties, she felt with a thrill that they were damp, wet like her blonde-curled pussy, still warm from the thorough fucking she'd just gotten. She stood with her back to her husband so he would not see this, not knowing that he was watching her like a hawk, his eyes burrowing into the curved white moons of her creamy-fleshed ass. "I'll just take a shower and then... "
"Shower later," GREGG SAID. "I want to fuck your cunt first."
Please, Gregg. Don't start talking to me like that again," Daphne pleaded, knowing he would feel Leon's cum up inside her if he did. "You know I don't like that word!"
"Oh come off it, Daphne! Who the fuck do you think you 're fooling with your little-Miss-sensitive act! I know what kind of cunt you are! Fishing my ass! You've been fucking, you little whore, fucking fucking fucking. You've been fucking the goddamn black handyman!!!
Daphne's eyes opened wide in shock as she stood, rooted to the spot, trapped, her wildest fears realized He knew!
"You're a fucking tramp, Daphne, a no good whore! Daphne heard Gregg saying, and hot tears began to stream down her face. She dropped to her knees and began to sob, saying to her husband "Yes, it's true, Gregg, oh my God it's true... I'm no good, I'm no good... oh my God... "
"Your worse than the lowest thing on earth," he went on.
"Yes, yes, I am, I AM," she agreed, sobbing hopelessly.
"Now get off the fucking floor, you simpering little cunt. Get up on this bed," he said, "and I'll show you what happens to tramps like you. Go on, get up!"
"Oh, no Gregg, oh no, please. Oh I can't... oh no!" she screamed, not wanting him to feel the slipperiness in her cunt, but her pleading was in vain. Gregg leapt out of the bed and in one motion grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her to her feet, and threw her down on the bed. She was crying hysterically, realizing that her husband was not going to forgive her easily, and knowing at the same time that after what she'd done, she didn't deserve to be forgiven easily. She didn't know what was going to happen to her as she felt him tugging at her hips from behind, positioning her on her elbows and knees, her nakedness exposed and vulnerable to his rage. "He's going to beat me!" her mind cried out. "Oh, God, help me. He's going to beat me to death!"
But Gregg had other ideas. He knelt behind her, his thick cock already bulging and straining, the purplish veins standing out on the sides of the anger-hardened shaft. Leaning over the cowering, crouching female, he harshly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her fully presented white buttocks, stretching them wider and wider.
"Come on, bitch, spread those legs apart," he commanded through angrily clenched teeth. He heard her moan and a perverse smile played upon his lips as suddenly be bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tightly puckered asshole.
"Oh NOOOOOOOO!" Daphne screamed, cringing at the debasing wet feeling back there in her unprotected nether crevice. She shuddered in fear. If he would do a thing like that he was capable of anything! He was horrible, horrible! But, so, she realized with a sinking feeling, so was she. Whatever he could do to her was nothing she didn't deserve! If he would only beat her, that she could stand. But this lewd licking was worse than anything she could imagine. She was powerless to move from her hands and knees on the bed as her infuriated husband's tongue continued to lick teasingly up inside the softly yielding crevice of her helplessly naked ass-cheeks, sending hot, perverted little chills running through her. She felt even more debased and humiliated than when he forced her to take his penis into her mouth. She had never felt so ashamed in her life. But still she knew She deserved it and vowed bravely to endure it to atone for her sin.
"Whore... Filthy cunt," Gregg sneered at her, really beginning to enjoy the torment he was butting the young bride through. "This is what you whores like, isn't it," he asked. "Don't you like this just like you like fucking black strangers?" He leaned farther into her pale white legs which were now spread so far apart that she could feel the tendons of her nakedly opened thighs straining like they were about to snap. Then suddenly she could no longer feel Gregg's tongue and she thought for a moment that her punishment had ended.
But in the next instant, she realized that it was not over yet. A sharp little sensation seared her rectum. She gasped in surprise as she realized that he had stuck his finger into her tightly clenched anus and was worming it deeper and deeper, sinking its insistent thickness up into her back there between her wide spread ass-cheeks. She tried to wriggle away from his probing finger, but he had her, holding her in the strong grip of his other hand. He began to turn his finger into the reluctantly yielding flesh of her nether channel despite her yelps.
It hurt a little... but not as much as he thought. She knew Leon had already stretched it somewhat when he had put his fingers there the night before. But, she had better not let Gregg know! "Oh, please stop, please stop," she 'chanted to convince him he was really hurting her and that she was a virgin back there.
"Stop?" Gregg said. "Oh, excuse me, Miss. I didn't know you wanted me to stop." And he took his finger out with a quick little jerk like pulling a band aid off the soft rubbery folds inside her rectum clung tenaciously to it, as if it were reluctant to free it from its unwanted entry.
Daphne groaned with relief, but she was aware now that his huge, swelling penis just behind her, was aching with impatience to impale her and knew she had to continue faking that it was hurting her. He moved forward and pressed his lust-engorged cock-head against the tiny clenched opening, feeling the narrow trembling crevice surround the top of the rigid, erect member.
Daphne gasped n mock terror.
"Oh no, Gregg. I'll do anything you say. Anything. Only please, not that. Not that!"
Suddenly, not heeding her begging, Gregg shoved forward, pushing the bloated, throbbing head of his insistent cock harder and harder at his helpless wife's tightly clenched rectum. And then in the middle of her unbelieving cries of pain, she pressured her anal muscles wide inside and the tiny tightness of her anal entrance gave way and Gregg's cock head sank up into it's hot, clammy walls.
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! " Daphne writhed in supposed agony, the unnatural penetration bringing a small pain because her husband's cock was much bigger than Leon's fingers and was sending ripples of slight discomfort driving through her trembling body. But it didn't as much as she had to pretend or her husband would find out for certain that his negro handyman had already stretched her there with three of his fingers.
"OH, IT HURTS. OH SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME, HELP ME... IT HURTS TOO MUCH, PLEASE GREGG. OH, PLEASE STOP! I'M GOING TO TEAR!"
But Gregg didn't stop. He was teaching the cheating little bitch a lesson and he pushed his hotly pulsing cock-head still further up into her, stretching and reaming another few inches up into his lovely blonde bride's slowly yielding rectum. He told himself that he had to go through with it, had to feel his excitedly throbbing prick deep up inside her soft, convulsing buttocks where he knew she was still a virgin. Her cries of pain excited him more.
Already her ass-cheeks were contracting, squeezing him hard inside her, but that only added to the luxurious pulsating sensations he was feeling all around his painfully rigid pole. The desire-hardened cock slid further still, higher up into the tight channel, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of anal flesh before it as it went.
Daphne shuddered, her face smashing further down against the sheets, her whole body surging and heaving with play-acting sobs into the mattress below. Her cock-filled smooth, naked buttocks were still high in the air. She quieted herself, swallowing her tears and sobs, and stayed completely still for an instant, holding her breath, overcome by the thickly churning piston that lay like a hot rod firmly embedded in her already, once-stretched rectum.
His anger was gone, replaced by the overwhelming need to cum into that tight, pulsating passage in which his cock was sunk. Yes, he would cum in there, deep up inside the hotly clutching rectum of his slavishly kneeling bride.
The nakedly stripped young blonde tried to adjust herself so that his fucking would be easier. He was deeper up in her asshole than Leon's fingers had gone and each time she moved she caused the pressure to grow even more inside her, and she realized that Gregg behind her was getting more and more excited by al her efforts to convince him she was new at this. Harder and harder he fucked up into her nakedly defenseless anal passage as his adulterous young wife began to come to understand that each brutally delving stroke of her young husband's lust-driven cock was a specific punishment for her crimes against him.
She deserved what she was getting. She had asked for it!
But no punishment she could possibly have imagined could be worse than what she felt. It was a nightmare, he had caught her being fucked by a negro... ,and it was happening to her.
Her now well-adjusted anus began anticipating each new savage thrust and her desperately contracting buttocks received the driving stabs of Gregg's massively swollen prick with a new sensation-a strangely exciting masochistic pleasure that she had first felt last night when the black man was fucking her in her cunt with his cock and in her asshole with three of his fingers.
To Gregg, the sight of his passion-swollen hardness grinding heatedly in and out of his wife's delicate young rectal flesh, glistening dully, a deep purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines of her tightly clasping rectum was an incredible sight indeed. With his hands, he explored the flesh of her smooth, flat belly, knowing instinctively that some change had taken place in her and that she would no longer try to get away from him. His searching fingers found the soft hair-covered mound of her pussy, and with one swift insinuating motion, he spread the delicate cushions of the curl-fringed lips and slid his outstretched middle finger up into her already wetly receptive cunt from Leon's cumming into her before.
As he slid another finger up into her vagina he began tickling the gentle pussy-folds, at the same time fucking upwards into her rear passage with the lust-bloated hardness of his cock.
In spite of what he thought was her total opposition to the act he was performing, he knew now that she would not be able to resist his playing with the tiny upthrust bud of her clitoris.
And he was right. A greater pleasure began seeping through Daphne's nakedly besieged loins as Gregg's fingers continued to slide expertly between the hair-fringed lips of her excitedly tingling little pussy, and wriggle obscenely up into her hot moist cuntal slit.
"MMMmmmmm... aaaaahhhhh... " she was wailing now with a completely different sound, the extent of her arousal now becoming apparent to her feverishly fucking husband as he felt his long hard penis slithering deeper inside her acquiescent rectal passage than he had ever thought it could go.
Daphne, nearly insane with the conflicting emotions warring within her, squealed weakly as a deliberately teasing flick of her husband's middle finger at her swollen clitoris made her jerk uncontrollably. Then his fingers began fucking in earnest up into her openly flowering cunt, rising high and hard up into the hotly sucking folds.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" she sighed as pleasure flooded Daphne's passion-tortured body from all sides and now her cock-impaled rectum began to respond to Gregg's insanely churning cock in a different way. With a loud gasp, she grunted out, "Yes! YES. I... I like it... Ooooh... I like it! Fuck me, Gregg, fuck me in my asshole!"
She hardly recognized the sound of her own voice saying these words, words she had never before in her life used, and she had to admit that it was., satisfying to her to hear herself uttering them as her entire body undulated and twitched lewdly in physical appreciation of the action her words described. Her mouth gaped open and her panting grew louder and faster. She was dancing obscenely back at Gregg's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking and her heart in her throat while her warmly seeping pussy squirmed eagerly and shamelessly around her husband's hotly probing fingers.
Her ass bouncing before him, Gregg fucked hard into her seductively splayed ass-cheeks while toying with her desire-drenched vagina, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight that amazed him as her tightly clenching anus gripped his ramrod-stiff cock spasmodically and crazily. He knew that she was going to cum, and, teeth tightly clenched, he ground his lust-swollen cock harder up into her, his fingers impaling her flooding cunt and feeling his own wildly driving hardness pounding steadily into her from behind!
"UUUNNNNNGGGGG... !!!!" he cried out, feeling his own white-hot seething cum suddenly speeding voluminously far up into his young blonde bride's feverishly squirming rectum. "Oh, that's right honey... oh Daphne, Daphne, fuck back, yes, oh baby!"
His sperm began to spurt like pellets from a gun, racing up into her straining rectal passage with tremendous speed as Daphne arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard against her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her finger-impaled climaxing cunt.
"Oh, yes, Gregg, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned out as she descended into an enveloping cloud of brilliantly explosive orgasm. "Oh fill me, yes, fill me. Oh yes!" she gasped, hoarse now, a fine spray of froth forming at her lips. "Oh, make me cum, honey, make me cccuummm... ooohh... aaaaahhhhh!!"
Gregg's hands dug into Daphne's tender buttock-flesh, his breath coming haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear his wife moaning his name, and he pulling her already widespread ass-cheeks farther apart with his thumbs as she started a low throaty whining noise that almost drove him crazy with excitement.
He kept cumming and cumming, and it felt like she was still cumming... again and again and forever, it seemed like. The thick head of his endlessly spouting cock pressed hard into his wife's hungrily contracting rectum as her entire body shivered and quaked. Then he reached under he and grabbed onto her dancing, swaying breasts, one voluptuous mound fully occupying each hand. "Oh baby... it's so good, you fuck so good... oh, oh, oh!"
Above her Gregg gasped and gave one more mightily thrust into her hotly clenching innards as Daphne's asshole responded hungrily, milking and squeezing the last hot thick drops of semen from his pressured cock as waves of unabashed pleasure swept him to dizzying heights. It was as if he had never cum before, not truly, completely cum.
Beneath him, Gregg could feel Daphne beginning to collapse on the bed, her lithe, smooth body damp from her exertion, her nakedness convulsing as though she were an uncontrolled animal. Her anal muscles were still clinging tight to his deeply inserted cock, milking kneading it as it had never been kneaded before. Tears came to Gregg's eyes, tears of total joy as he, too, collapsed upon her twisting, moaning body, crushing her with his weight, his spent cock still stuffed between the coiling cheeks of her still hotly quivering backside. Inside her he could feel the slippery hot cum, could feel it oozing around and massaging his cum-drained cock.
Oh, Daphne, he thought, cradling the limbs of her beautiful body beneath his own. Oh, Daphne. At last you've become a real woman!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Not a long while after Mrs. Salt saw her son running from the scene at the river's edge, she saw her daughter-in-law Daphne heading back towards the motel along the same path. As she ran, Daphne smoothed the tangled mass of her blond hair, and brushed at her clothing to rid herself of the sand she'd collected rolling around with the black handyman.
That little sneak, Mrs. Salt said to herself, and without more than a moment's hesitation, she left the kitchen to follow Daphne, staying well out of sight, to the honeymoon cabin. Mrs. Salt was worried that Gregg might really harm the girl--less for the girl's sake as for the fear that Gregg might do something he'd regret later, and possibly get himself into trouble. He had looked really distraught. And in a way, Mrs. Salt thought, it would be her fault. It was she who had told him the upsetting news.
She stood to one side of the window of the cabin, peeking around the window's edge to catch a glimpse at what was going on. She had a twinge of conscience, seeing the poor young blonde being subject to such humiliation, but she also shared the pleasure her son was feeling in meting out the well-deserved punishment to the little guttersnipe. But then the whole thing had started to change, and Gregg's mother saw that the young girl was beginning to derive obvious pleasure from it all-and her son was too. Much to her dismay, Mrs. Salt soon realized that the whole thing had backfired-the couple had only grown closer together.!
She closed her eyes to shut out the soft light of the September afternoon sun, and leaned against the building. She had to think, she tried to think, but her mind was whirling with strange, tortured thoughts, thoughts of her deviant love for her son. Was there something wrong with her? What would her husband Mel have said if he knew? The widow shivered at the thought of her husband. She couldn't even recall his face to her mind. The only thing which seemed to matter was what was happening now, that she was standing there, with those two inside, and she was alone, suffering, and rejected by the one person on earth that she valued-her dear son, Gregory.
Unconsciously, she began to walk, not thinking about where she was going or what she was going to do, but heading down that same path that the two had just tread, but in the opposite direction, towards the river. Her black Labrador lumbered up from his afternoon nap on the office steps in the sun, and trotted after her down the dirt path.
The afternoon air was cool against Mrs. Salt's burning face, and the fresh air and action of walking cleared her brain. God, it felt good, she thought, taking long strides and breathing the air deep into her lungs. It had been a long time since she'd relaxed at all from the pressures and drudgery of keeping up the Inn. She never took time for herself, she thought bitterly. That no good Leon was worse than having no help at all. And then it hit her-Leon!
All the rage and fury that had been building up in her focused itself on the black handyman. She'd find him, she'd tell him a thing or two, and then she'd tell him to get the hell away from her motel for good.
She reached the river, and picked her way over tree roots and driftwood, to the place where Leon usually fished. But he was nowhere in sight. The only one around was the neighbor's boy, Todd Jeffrey. Mrs. Salt's dog ran ahead to greet the young fifteen year old.
"Have you seen Leon?" Mrs. Salt said, squinting at the boy with no more a word of greeting than that. She was boiling mad.
"No, Mrs. Salt. I haven't seen him all day." The youngster wasn't too happy that Mrs. Salt had discovered him there. He was playing hookey from school. After the long, free days of summer, it took him a few weeks to get adjusted to the idea of sitting in a stuffy classroom all day. And Mrs. Salt sure seemed angry. Was it possible she was angry at him?
"You sure you haven't seen him?" Mrs. Salt asked again. Her frustration at not finding the object of her anger had made her stomach contract with nameless anxiety. She had to do something. She had to act. Otherwise she felt she would burst.
The boy sat silent as long as he could, but he began to feel uncomfortable, not knowing what his neighbor was going to do, seeing her so obviously upset.
"Mrs. Salt?" he said. "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? You want me to go find Leon? I'll be glad to, Mrs. Salt. You want me to?"
"Listen, Todd," Mrs. Salt said, leveling her brown eyes at the boy. "Do you know how to make love?" She had to have someone, she had to right now. And this dark-haired little fellow, she'd watched him grow since he was born, he reminded her of her son when he was that age... just past puberty, full of the devil, his lithe young boy's body just beginning to thicken and fill out and get hairy. "Well, do you?" she asked again.
"Huh? Well, sure, I mean... I... Why?" the boy asked, shaken by the question.
"Never mind... it doesn't matter... I'll show you what to do."
"Uh, listen, Mrs. Salt, I think I better be going... I told my ma... " but Todd didn't move. He stood there with his jaw dropped open, afraid to stay but unable to run. He'd had fantasies about his beautiful older neighbor when he jerked off sometimes... but he'd never imagined that she was crazy enough to say what she just said to him. All he had ever done was some heavy petting with this girl in town that let everybody touch her... but that was as far as he'd ever gone, except in his imagination.
But he didn't have time to imagine much, sitting there on the bank of the river. Mrs. Salt came towards him, knelt in the sand beside him, and reached over, deftly unzipping the fly of his blue jeans. He was too stunned even to protest, and he watched her as if it were happening to someone else, not him.
"Help me, can't you," Mrs. Salt whispered. "Please, come on, hurry!"
Then her long fingers were reaching in, hurriedly grasping his youthful inexperienced cock, extracting it from his pants, fingering it, fondling it, making it grow stiff and hard in her hands while Todd watched in amazement.
Between her legs, Mrs. Salt could feel the seep of hot moisture as her excitation grew from the feel and sight of the boy's cock in her hand, hard and stiff between her fingers. She could see that he was afraid, and this only added to her excitement. She grasped his prick more firmly in her fist and started to pump up and down the smooth pole of flesh, preparing the young boy's virgin penis to enter her. "It will feel good," she whispered, as much to herself as to him, "oh it's going to feel so good!"
The young neighbor, tormented and embarrassed by the growing proof of his desire, .gulped and was silent. And then the woman was moving closer to him, smiling at him in a way that was not quite motherly, and her scent, the smell of the woman's perfume she wore, was inundating him, overwhelming him with its sweetness as she hovered over him, managing to straddle him right there in the sand of the riverbank. She had her legs spread, her knees on either side of him as she faced him, kneeling in the soft grass. She adjusted herself and raised the hem of her dress, revealing the smooth, white column of her full woman's thighs, and then he felt his flesh touch hers and realized with a start that she wore no panties, the neighboring woman, and the he felt the moist, hair-lined slit of her pussy touching the rigid column of his desire-filled cock.
"Aaaahhhh," she breathed, and it sounded to him like a breath of relief. Her fingers went down between their bodies and took the tip of the boy's slender shaft and then brought it to push against the entrance of her hotly expectant cunt. "Push," she told him. "Push up into me."
Her black dog was sniffing wagging his tail at the two, thinking they were playing some new game.
"It's okay, boy," Mrs. Salt said to her dog, while beneath her the young boy pushed for all he was worth, and then nearly fainted with the wonderful sensation that followed as his uninitiated young cock slid up into the heated interior of the first woman's cunt it had ever known. He could feel the muscles inside of her contracting wildly around his stiff penis, holding it, caressing it, like a mouth, almost, chewing it as she rolled and moved lasciviously against him.
"Oh yes, Todd, that's right. Fuck me... Fuck me!" she cried, nearly ecstatic with the joy of it as she felt the throbbing hot penis surging upward within the moist confines of her snugly clasping vagina. "Oh, I told you it would feel good! Oh, yes, doesn't it feel good, dear. Oh and you do it nice, too. Yes, you do it very, very nice." she said, gyrating and pushing against Todd's youthful loins. Mrs. Salt paused for a moment to feel the thickening cock become more assured and push its way further upward into the soft tight folds of her pinkly flowering cunt, rising fast up into the inner reached of her tender split. The wet lips of her quivering pussy trembled and clutched voraciously around her young captive's advancing penis as she felt-herself growing wetter and wetter.
"Oh yes, Oh yes!" she cried out, overwhelmed by the sheer perversity of what she was doing. "Oh my dear darling boy, Oh Gregg, Gregg!" She could not stop herself from calling out her son's name as she sucked the young boy Todd up inside her with all the strength her cuntal muscles could muster, her face pressing down into his as she could hear him moaning and whimpering slightly beneath her. This sweet pleasure seemed to make all her life bearable! She was fucking this little boy, a boy such as her own Gregory had been once. Yes, she was fucking him, and she was loving it, every second of it! Again and again he pushed up into her and she slid down against him, feeling her legs and knees rubbing, digging into the grass. The trees were their only known witness as they groaned and winced with delight, smacking their gyrating loins together, the incredulous young boy becoming more and more excited.
He was excited to a near frenzy, every muscle and sinew of his perfect body straining. Hungrily, the older woman spurred him on, and he responded. And then he felt, he was going to cum! It advanced on him steadily and there was nothing he could do about it. The top of Todd's cock pistoned sharply against the neighbor's hotly raging pussy, striking once, twice, and now again... and then he was off, falling and splitting in two, dizzying sparks invading him as this-his first real orgasm-took hold of him and shook him to the foundations of his young soul.
It was like a dream, an incredible dream.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" he cried out, and he felt the woman clinging to him, her insides still clutching at his exploding penis frantically, urgently. But he was lost to her now, swooning with the acute sensations of his powerful release. Wow, was it good!
"Oh No," Mrs. Salt cried out. "Oh no, NO, No, No, No!" She was wild now, bouncing up and down on the quickly deflating young penis within her unsatisfied vagina. But it was no use. The black dog whimpered with her cries and came near to lick her face.
She pushed the dog roughly away. She felt the entire world caving in around her again. Her hunger was just as bad as it had been before she'd seduced the little neighbor boy. Oh, she had to have satisfaction, she had to, more now than ever!
Todd thought he was imagining things when he saw the woman scramble away from him, catching her dog by the collar and pulling the beast to her. The dog wagged his tail-at first, but then whimpered with pleasure as the older woman reached down and stroked his furry canine cock. She'd thought about doing this many times, but was still surprised at the ease with which she could excite the dog. She'd never gone this far, but now it seemed like the only solution, and her pet responded to her gentle strokings until the slippery pink dog-cock slipped from its sheath into her fingers.
Excited herself by what she was doing, the panting woman suddenly lay down on the ground, pulling the furry beast on top of her. She drew its head down beside her and lifted up her naked legs, offering him her tender hair-lined pussy-slit. The dog whined and seemed not to understand at first, but then the deprived, depraved woman took him in hand again and directed him until the carrot-like animal cock-head sunk deep up inside her nakedly quivering cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she crooned with relief. The dog began to fuck furiously into the offered feminine opening, and Mrs. Salt felt her orgasm building again.
"Fuck me, dog! Yes fuck me, Fuck, fuck, fuck... yes, yes, " she hissed between tightly clenched teeth, the odd sensation of the inhuman cock rising hard and fast, creating a stabbing friction high within her steaming, insanely aroused cunt.
"Yes... yes... Oh don't stop, don't stop... yes... ooohhh. " she cried, oblivious to the astounded young boy watched the obscenely bestial scene with his jaw dropped down and his eyes popping out of his head.
In her imagination she was herself trapped beneath the crazed animal who would continue to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she could cum no more. She felt herself climaxing as a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribably wonderful elation roared through her madly excited body. She clutched at the animal's fur, smelling his doggy odor, letting it arouse her more as the lips of her eager pussy worked and sucked around his slippery penis, her breath rasping in short frenzied gasps like the animal's as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her from the top of her head down to her flexing curling feet.
"I'm cumming, " she wailed. "I'mmmmm cummmmmmmmmminnnggggghhhhhh!" And the dogs lightning fast cock began to spurt into her jets of thick, white fluid while her legs flailed wildly around him.
Todd edged further and further away from the scene, until finally he found his feet again and began to run, fast, through the redwoods towards home. He wouldn't tell-how could he tell? They'd know that he was skipping school, and they'd think he was making the whole thing up anyway. They'd never believe him, nobody in his right mind would. And he wasn't sure he did either, even though he'd seen it with his own eyes.
On the sandy river beach, Mrs. Salt lay for a time watching the clouds roll by in the sky above, and odd excitement still lingering inside her despite the outrageous nature of the acts she'd just indulged in. The dog had trotted off to sniff trees and lift his leg on them, and the boy... well, she wouldn't think about that, she decided, she'd just enjoy the pleasure she now felt.
She rose, and dusted herself off, and walked slowly up the path towards home. She reached the clearing just in time to see Daphne and Gregg leave their cabin, and walk, not towards the office to the kitchen, but off in the direction of the handyman's cabin. She realized with a sharp let down, that nothing, really had been accomplished. Her acts had been futile. All the feelings of the last few days returned, and she had to resolve them one way or another... they had to have it out between them... the whole lot of them!
CHAPTER NINE
Daphne shivered slightly in the gathering dusk, feeling her weakly trembling body vulnerable and frail and naked beneath the loose short dress she had hastily thrown on. The gravel and dirt of the parking lot dug into the soles of her bare feet as she padded along behind her husband, Gregg, as he headed for Leon's cabin.
The young blonde's eyes shone with sparks of the fire that her husband had kindled within her, and she smiled with the pleasurable memory of the multitudes of orgasms he had wrung from her tormented naked body during the course of the afternoon. Over and over again he had fucked her, taking her in every imaginable way, and each time he made her cum, wringing the wild culminating orgasms from his guilty wife with his strong-willed fucking. Daphne had never know such peace of mind.
She felt herself somehow totally in his power, totally given over to the man she had married and who she had thought she would never be able to love. He had shown her that he was a far better lover than the handyman, and what was more he had given her something as precious to her as the wedding vows they'd exchanged, some indefinable thing that had to do with her final submission to him, and his power over her as a man. Somehow through his cruel treatment she had come to see that he loved her... that by putting her through this, he showed her that he really cared about her.
Mrs. Salt, Daphne's mother-in-law, stood behind a tree at the edge of the clearing, watching the strangely solemn procession of her son and his wife. She wondered what was going on. Was Gregg going to confront Leon? What would he do to the handyman? What would the handyman do to him? She was relieved, and yet puzzled to see that Daphne entered Leon's cabin alone, and her son Gregg waited outside the door. What was going on?
If she had been standing closer to the young couple, the words they exchanged prior to Daphne's going inside would only have aroused her curiosity more.
"Now I told you what to do," Gregg said in a firm voice to his wife, and the submissive, totally transformed wife nodded her blonde head.
"Yes, Gregg... of course I'll do it... I promise."
"Good," he said. "You better. Now get in there."
At a stern look from Gregg, she obediently entered Leon's cabin. She could see that the handyman lay snoring upon his cot, naked and spread-eagled, lost in sleep after a hard day's "fishing". Daphne knew that Gregg was watching her through the screen door, and her sense of his presence there spurred her on. Although she didn't really understand why he wanted her to do what she was about to do, she knew that she wanted to do it, would do it, simply because it seemed important to him, and she trusted him completely.
The curvaceous, slender blonde pulled her white cotton dress over her head and let it drop quietly to the floor, then she stepped over to Leon's bed and knelt beside it. She took the sleeping handyman's dormant penis in her hand and began a slow caress, and the sleeping member sprang to life. Leon's eyes soon opened.
"Whew! Back for more already? Aren't you something! Mmmmmm... that's right. Do that some more and then I'll fuck your pretty little yellow-haired cunt for you, honey!"
Suddenly inspired, Daphne rose and sat next to him on the cot, then leaned over Leon and took the thick bulbous tip of his black, rock-hard cock into her mouth, her lips closing around it, her head bobbing lewdly as she worked her small mouth over the length of the now lustfully throbbing cock, sucking it, perversely wanting him to cum right between her oval-shaped lips just as Gregg had done yesterday. Only now she enjoyed it and even enjoyed the idea that she would taste it again, sperm in her mouth.
Leon moaned and let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes and feeling the wet titillating sensations moving up and down along the shaft of his willing penis. What a hot little momma she'd become... he'd really turned the little bitch on, and now he was reaping the benefits.
To Daphne, there was something masochistically satisfying about what she was doing while her husband watched, and despite herself she began to become more and more turned on as she let her tongue slip and bore teasingly into the little hole at the tip of the black man's huge cock. She sucked and pressed her eager mouth around the upthrust hardness of his throbbing staff, feeling his loins surging up to meet her with each downthrust of her lips until she couldn't stand it anymore, she wanted him so badly to fuck up inside her! She got up on her knees and straddled him, one leg on either side of his thighs, and then she arranged herself so that the tight, wet aperture of her well-fucked pussy was right over his wet-with-saliva and quivering black cock, and then slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered herself down upon it, feeling her black lover's hands take hold of her white breasts, his rough fingers plying their velvety fullness as her head fell back at the sweet pleasure of his outrageously hard cock slipping up inside her. Nothing was real except the ecstatic sensations of the hot pole within her, and the fact that she could be so excited, so full of abandon, fucking this negro man while her husband stood watching, and loving it, loving it, the thought of that made her even more excited.
"Oooohh... aaahhhh," she sighed, arching herself down over Leon's prone body, her nakedly trembling form pressing down onto his, her mouth going to meet his, their lips mingling in a deep, warm kiss. She could feel his hardness throbbing deep, deep inside the snug channel of her moist cunt; the hardness of him felt good to her sensitive inner walls in there.
And then there was a new sensation, back at the exposed brown puckered bud of her anus, she felt a touch back there, a finger was pressing between her full separated buttocks thrust into the air behind her... and then she realized that it was Gregg. Gregg! He was right back there, touching her exposed anal hole... and she understood all at once with a sinking, but excited feeling, what was going to happen... that the two men, one before her and one behind, were going to fuck her together... and she would let them, though she also knew that she really had no choice.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned.
"Ooooooh, listen to you!" Leon ex-claimed, still not conscious of what had made her moan, "You like that big black cock of Leon's, don't you honey? You like the way old Leon fucks your pussy." He found her mouth again with his, his searching tongue swirling and slipping lasciviously in and out of the excited blonde girl's mouth.
His penetrating cock already rigidly swollen from her sucking, was now expanding all the more in the wet, clinging walls of her ragingly hot pussy. Daphne felt a surge of desire course throughout her entire being as Gregg's enormous erection began to prod softly at the hole of her now well-stretched little asshole. She swooned, forgetful of the pain his entering there caused her, thinking only of the pleasure it would bring, and she was unaware that her husband, hearing Leon's words and seeing his wife so happily impaled upon him had become incensed again, furious at her, and at the black man, and was about to prove his anger to both of them.
Even in his anger, he couldn't help appreciating the beauty of his wife's body as she gyrated on top of the black man, her white buttocks moving smoothly back and forth. He adjusted himself on the cot behind her, between her legs and Leon's, so that his lust-hardened cock rested up in the widely flaring crevice that separated her hotly quivering nether cheeks.
He grunted with pleasure as Leon's thrust upward into Daphne's steaming, hair-trimmed pussy, pushed her curvaceous body back against his in such a way that the length of his lewdly intentioned cock slid against the tight brown puckered opening of his wife's anal canal and gradually pushed against it. Slowly, he began his penetration.
Below him, Leon was becoming aware that he and Daphne were not alone. He could feel the other cock sliding up against his through the thin membrane that separated Daphne's vaginal passage from her rectal channel, and he could feel the additional weight on the cot, and the heavy, labored breathing of another person.
It was hard to tear his mind away from the pleasurable sensations of fucking up into the young blonde's hotly, clasping pussy, the warmth of her naked breasts upon his chest, her obvious excitement... but he managed to cry... "What's happening... what's going on?"
"Gregg's here," Daphne told him.
"What the fuck!" the black man said, his mind racing with the ramifications of his employers sudden appearance... but he had to give the white boy credit. This was some way to get back at him, and a pretty ingenious idea at that!" He arched his hips upward and began a furious lewd pounding into Daphne's willingly spreading cuntal folds, fucking her powerfully, each stroke making her gasp out her breath into his mouth locked so tightly to hers. There was going to be war, and her slim white body was the battlefield.
"Oooohhhh!" she jerked forward in pain and pleasure, the two fucking up inside her relentlessly. She was caught between the black man and white man, hopelessly impaled between them as the two thick cocks churned up into her, and inside her the two blunt-edged staffs of male flesh were rubbing against each other, separated by only the thin partition of tight elastic flesh that divided her cuntal and anal passage. She groaned in wild anguished pleasure as her belly was ceaselessly being filled; there was no escape from either side and she could feel each detail of the two men as they pressed her tight between their naked bodies. Gregg's muscular loins slapped up against her nakedly upthrust buttocks in back while in front the hairy base of his employee's cock spread her small pink cuntal lips to their utmost width as his pelvis pressed persistently against the wide-split opening of her flaring cunt.
Down between her pale white thighs the delicate feminine openings were being assaulted both from the front and from the rear, the tiny bud of her clitoris rubbing unmercifully against the handyman's springy pubic hairs as giant waves of burning delight vibrated through every fiber of her behind. Simultaneously, her husband's thickly penetrating cock fucked deeper and deeper up into her rectum, spreading her undulating buttocks wide and reaching the farthermost depths of her belly with its probing hardness.
Daphne thought she was going to faint, and she groaned huskily, but Leon's mouth still sucked at her hers while his hands voraciously worked at her crazily jiggling breasts. He was muttering obscenities into her mouth which she was grateful she couldn't hear, and as his tongue swirled in her mouth she knew the ecstatic sensation of having her every orifice violated... she was completely filled with hard pummeling male cock meat!
Behind her, Gregg grunted as he felt the strong pressure of her rectal muscles working furiously once more, and the harder her anal canal tried to expel him in its instinctive way, the harder he surged upward into her. The feeling was incredible and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely to himself as he heard his young wife's low hungry groans of desire. It was what she deserved! The only thing she needed was to be fucked senseless by two good stiff cocks at the same time!
The lust-incited husband lunged the full length of his rod with long smooth strokes in a lewd, exciting rhythm of debauchery far up into Daphne's openly grinding back passage, while between the two men the blonde bride's body quivered and jerked as she listened to the heavy grunting sounds of pleasure emanating from her aroused lovers. She suddenly felt herself becoming more aroused than she had ever been a violent desire to fuck them both crazy, to get even for the pleasure they were giving her. But there was nothing she could do about it-not a single thing. Her desire had become a blinding force inside her, and her whole body felt like a warm furry cunt meant solely for the kind of fucking she was getting right now. Never had she been so totally possessed, so completely devoid of willpower!
With an enormous effort, Daphne ground her buttocks sensuously backward, right into the source of the pleasure meeting her young husband's ramming cock head-on. The lewdly flaming desire crashed around inside her for long moments, as she fucked back again... and again... and again! She was desperately trying to make him cum, make him fill her hotly burning rectum to the brim. Furiously, she squirmed her ass-cheeks toward him as much as she could in an indecent invitation for him to continue his beautiful ravishment, to quicken his pace. But the had not reckoned with Leon, and with each hard thrust she made with her body her clinging vagina massaged his surging penis with unprecedented force.
"Oh fuck me white woman... Fuck me gooooooood!" he moaned out, and suddenly he was bucking and churning, his giant cock slipping and sliding, impaling her hotly clasping pussy with new determination. He grunted and groaned and she knew that he was going to cum any second while, and it fired her more, she felt a compelling force respond to Leon's plunging penis, deep in her cunt where the spark grew and doubled itself. Frantically she caught on to Leon's woolly hair, her head flung back, mouth open and gaping, eyes rolling back in her head.
Gregg was still plowing jerkily into her buttocks when suddenly the handyman's furiously driving cock began to spurt thick hot jets of cum directly up into Daphne's lust-enraged crevice. Her silky blonde hair flew from side to side as her head moved, covering Gregg's flushed face with its soft strands while she herself bucked and churned, words of lewd encouragement spewing forth from her lips in her now complete abandon.
"Oooohhhh yesss... " she cried out ant then, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She was cumming, cumming from this obscene, rapturous double fuck.
The two men, overwhelmed by her response, squeezed and fingered at her tender, sweat-slickened contours in the final convulsive states of their ruthless fucking of her helpless body between them. Four hands', two black, two white, grappled with her trembling breasts at one point... then four hands pulled at her quaking buttocks. Her cunt was kneaded thirstily from behind with flickering fingers as Gregg slipped his hands between the sweaty flesh of his wife and the still-cumming negro. Gladly, he fucked forward with one last mighty thrust feeling her anal muscles contracting wildly around his lunging cock. She's cumming back there, too, for God's sake, he thought to himself. She's cumming in her asshole!
You hot cunt, you fucking hot little cunt!" he screamed aloud into the dim, musty room, and with that he released wave after wave of his hot thick cum deep into the burning channel of her clutching rectum. His hairy balls smacked hard against, the underside of hr gyrating ass-cheeks and with a last jerking tremble, he pressed tight against her, filling her anus almost to the bursting point with the sticky white fluid of his cum.
He let himself fall back from her still shuddering form, exhausted, spent, delighted. His penis was instantly expelled from her rectal depths and lay lewdly in a half erect state upon the soft swell of her quaking buttocks. In front of her, Leon flicked his cock one last time up against the surface of Daphne's womb, setting off another spasm, a minor orgasm compared to the one she'd just had, but delicious, just as delicious.
Her legs quivered tenderly up against Leon's dark brown thighs, her worn, totally reamed pussy seemed to lurch with her last orgasm. Her nether passage felt wet and slippery and oddly empty now that Gregg's cock was no longer inside her there and something about the way it felt made her vagina clasp hungrily onto the black man's now motionless penis.
In seconds, she was working at it, one long trembling leg swinging up and around the handyman's hips, her mouth open and her tongue flicking across his thick, soft lips. Although he was still gasping for air, he responded instantly, the pressure of her demanding cunt nibbling so hungrily on his penis impossible to ignore.
"Hey, man... " he whispered before surrendering himself to her kiss, "I think this hot bitch wants to have another go... what do you think?" With that, the black man pulled her a little to the side so there was room for her to lie flat on her back, and then he rose on top of her, his hard body surging between her widely spread thighs to grind his again enlarging cock up into her with long, slow strokes that pinned her flailing body tightly down into the cot.
Gregg sat at the foot of the bed, leaning against the cool wood wall, watching the huge black cock of the handyman fuck wetly up into the white, wide open softness of his wife's hotly sucking blonde cunt...
CHAPTER TEN
"What the hell is going on in here?" Gregg opened his eyes, Daphne looked up from the cot, and Leon turned his head around, all of them seeing with surprise that Mrs. Salt was standing there watching in the doorway! They looked at her open-mouthed as she unzipped her dress and tossed it aside, then stood there, totally naked before them.
She strode over to the cot and grabbed Gregg, pulling him down on the wood floor beside her. The woman's expression was one of pure lust, the result of building desire from her having been a silent witness to the sandwich fucking of her daughter-in-law by her son and the handyman.
It had been bad enough earlier that day listening and watching just outside the window of her son's cabin, watching and listening while inside the son she loved so much and for so long had punished Daphne so brutally and so long that her cries of pain had been transformed into cries of love. His mother suffered deeply from the realization that Gregg and Daphne actually did love each other and would continue to do so no matter what happened!
And it had been pure torture just now, witnessing the debauched scene between the three of them. But if Gregg was doing that, then maybe, she thought, maybe something had changed and now he was up for grabs again! But she was startled to find that he did not respond to her the way she expected. Tired and spent from his long day's activity with Daphne and now this lascivious bonus during which he felt he had effectively shown both his wife and the black man where they stood, the young man felt oddly repulsed by his mother's advances.
"Cut it out, Ma," he said., pushing her roughly away while the other two on the cot still watched in amazement. "I don't want to fuck you any more. You've been nosing around in my affairs too much as it is!"
"Oh, Gregg," she said... "I didn't mean to do any harm... I was just trying to help... "
"Listen," Gregg interrupted coldly from where he sat on the wood floor casually naked leaning against the small cot, "if you really want to get into the act, I'll tell you what you can do... "
"I'll do anything you say, dear. Anything. I just want you to know that I love you and everything I do is because of that."
"Yeah, well, that's nice.
But I've had enough of being run all over the place by a couple of dumb cunts... "
An idea was forming in his mind, beginning to take shape. He knew what he wanted now, and he told them in terms too graphic to leave any doubts in his mother or his wife's mind.
"You want her to what?" his wife exclaimed, clutching the end of a blanket around her in an attempt to hide her nakedness from the older woman.
"I want you to make it with each other! Come on ladies. Obviously, there's nothing you two aren't capable of. That's for sure. And I know Leon would enjoy watching the show!" His eyes sparkled maliciously.
Mrs. Salt cringed at the thought. She hated that little blonde intruder as much as she had ever disliked anyone... and the thought of going near another woman, any other woman, repulsed her. "Oh, no Gregg. Not that. Anything but that!"
"You said you'd do anything!" Gregg was standing now, looking down at his black-haired mom. "Now do it!" he commanded. He saw his mother's chin quiver, and knew that she would do anything he said. He turned to his startled wife. "And you, you hot little cunt, you better spread your legs and get ready. Get up, Leon, so she can spread out."
Mrs. Salt felt nauseous as chills and hot flashes spread throughout her nakedly exposed body. As if in a dream she rose and went to Daphne, who had obeyed her husband, and trembling with fear, lay wantonly open on the narrow bed.
Silent tears had begun to course down Daphne's face. She wanted to trust her husband, but he was asking too much! The pretty blonde looked up at her mother-in-law who was standing over her, uncertain what to do, and the defenseless younger woman wanted to say something, opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
Gregg and Leon both stood on the far side of the room now, leaning against the wall, watching the two women. Daphne looked to her husband, her eyes full of a silent appeal. But Daphne knew she hadn't a leg to stand on. What right did she have to beg for mercy after what her husband had caught her doing? None! She had to obey him. That way she might at least purge herself of some guilt. But this, this act he was suggesting... she knew that she would never recover from the state of shame it would cause her. It would haunt her for the rest of her days. Her eyes pleaded with her husband.
But Gregg was having none of it. "Get down there between her legs!" he ordered his mother, who, he saw with satisfaction, got up on the bed and knelt down between the younger woman's widespread thighs, her round, pillowy buttocks lewdly presented to him.
"What are you waiting for? You know what to do. Just do to her what I did to you the other night! And lick her hot little cunt good!" Both women were sobbing now-one because of her son's contemptuous tone of voice, the other because she was beginning to understand that her husband had had relations with his own mother, she didn't know for how long, and was now forcing her, his own wife, to do something that grated against her nature as nothing else could.
It was wicked, what he wanted! How could she have put herself in such a position, Daphne wondered. What was she doing there with these horrible people. She began to be revolted by what she'd been involved in doing in the last few hours, regretting whatever pleasure she'd taken knowing it had been wrong, just as wrong as what her own husband was now asking her to submit to.
"I can't do it," she said to herself. "I can't, and I won't!"
Daphne looked wildly about her, thinking there must be someway to get out of there, but the low growl that came from Gregg's lips told her there was no escaping it. Daphne self-consciously put her hands up to cover her breasts, a ridiculous gesture in light of the fact that the rest of her young body was completely exposed. She was trapped! She was defenseless! And what made things worse, she had no one to blame but herself.
Gregg felt his penis stirring as he saw his mother looking down at the widely spread legs of his blonde wife. The vulnerably displayed light-haired vaginal slit that he had fucked into so many times during the last hours was about to get a taste of something else. What excited him most of all was the look of absolute mortification on both their faces-one his lovely young bride, and the other beautiful, shapely mother. What he was making them do terrified them!
All at once, Daphne attempted to close her legs and wriggle away, and Gregg was surprised to see his mother grab the girl and try to stop her. Mrs. Salt was angry.
"Listen," she hissed at the younger woman. "If you just lie still and let me do it, it will be over with that much faster. I won't hurt you, I promise. Besides, if you let those two big cocks fuck you like you just did, nothing I could do to you should bother you at all."
Daphne lay back down again and obediently spread her legs apart. She was stunned by the woman's tone, and felt betrayed. The older woman was only adding to the strain she felt. Leon, she noticed, had moved closer, and had seated himself on a chair nearby and was watching her, smiling expectantly.
"If I'd only left today," she was thinking, "instead of staying in thing horrible place."
Mrs. Salt's hand moved tentatively forward and touched Daphne's tender vaginal lips. Daphne cringed instinctively. Then the older woman's fingers began to explore the still moistly seeping furrow of Daphne's warm soft pussy, making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive organ so recently the recipient of both men's thickly ravaging cocks and semen. With a light touch, Mrs. Salt's thumb smoothed over and around Daphne's tiny sensation-filled clitoris as her other fingers began to slip teasingly into her love-distended vagina.
Daphne felt totally degraded... lying there passive, the spectacle for those two men who had just fucked her to watch... enduring these obscene woman's touches... telling herself again and again that she had to do what they said! Gregg's voice drifted across the room. In her tormented mind she heard him saying things to soothe her.
"Come on, honey, take it easy... that's it... you'll get to dig it if you give it a chance... that's right baby. Hey, Mom, you're a natural! You sure you never did this before?"
Mrs. Salt looked over at her son, her eyes burning. Her own son!
"How can you talk to me this way," she said in a controlled, anger-filled voice, and then she returned to what she was doing.
The sight of the naked form of his beautiful mother made Gregg's mouth water. It was as if he'd never seen her naked before. Watching her bending over like that added to the fever pitch of events of that day, and he felt himself starting to lust after her rich, womanly voluptuousness-those big, lush breasts with tips like chocolate kisses, that tight darkly curling "vee" of her pussy exposed to him from the rear. The very pussy through which he had entered this world! God, what an outrageous sight!
Gradually, he could see that Mrs. Salt was beginning to enjoy her work. Her shameful probing fingers were now working all the way up inside Daphne's acquiescing young pussy, plunging higher and higher between her nakedly quivering thighs. Soon she wedged her entire outstretched body in between Daphne's shapely legs, pressing her full firm breasts up against the young bride's involuntarily moistening genitals as she did so!
"Mmmmmmmm... " Mrs. Salt moaned to herself, surprised that the feel of another woman would be so pleasurable. So this is what a man must feel when he finger fucks a woman's cunt, she said to herself. So soft, so wet! She twisted and teased her fingers around within the tightly contracting vaginal channel of her lovely new daughter-in-law.
Then something happened!
Something ignited a spark between the two women, something that had to do with the sheer perversity of the act. Lying defenseless on the cot, Daphne began to moan with rapture, feeling her aching cunt respond to the gently twirling fingers high up inside her. There was something subtle and strange about it that almost made her flesh crawl, but at the same time, it awakened inside her incredibly thrilling spasms of lust that made her whole body feel warmed.
Her legs suddenly relaxed and involuntarily spread wider apart, as with a small shiver of surrender she relaxed. She opened her eyes and saw that her mother-in-law was thoroughly engrossed in her vagina, and that she was looking at it with an unmistakably lewd expression.
Her beautiful mother-in-law was enjoying it too!
The thought of what they were doing repulsed the young girl, and yet only made the lascivious sensation grow more intense. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to feel her husband's mother's fingers fucking deep inside her soft, dilating cunt!
She writhed in humiliation, utterly helpless. She turned her head away to avoid Mrs. Salt; who had begun to look at her with a look of desire and lust. But the confrontation with the feelings of the other woman had had its effect, and served only to increase the unwanted masochistic excitement that was building inside and she knew there would be no fighting it any more.
"Well, how about that. They did it!"
It as Leon's voice coming from his corner of the darkening room. Gregg gave him an angry glance.
"Keep your mouth shut!" he said, but couldn't help noticing that the handyman had an enormously rigid erection which he had in his hand and was slowly pumping. Quickly, Gregg turned his attention back to the sensually stimulating play he had directed between his wife and his mother.
Daphne's unwilling but unreserved yielding to this newly found pleasure was like a searing torch flame igniting him with new desire, and his lust-swollen cock clamored painfully, palpitating wildly between his legs. The sight of his beautiful wife and dark-haired mother-two extraordinarily beautiful women with passion contorted expressions on their faces writhing insanely in the middle of his handyman's narrow cot-the sight of them started an incredible ache in his balls, and he could feel the lubricated tip of his heavily blood-engorged penis throbbing madly.
The sweat began to pour down his ruggedly-handsome face and he kept swallowing a lump in his throat as he gazed, hypnotized by the unbelievably lewd scene before him. His prick grew larger and larger; slowly its purplish head began to bloat and rise, gleaming in the dim light. Once and then again it spasmed as he heard Daphne moan softly and deliriously as his mother continued to ruthlessly finger-fuck her daughter-in-law, probing the warm moist recesses of her now willingly splayed and hotly grinding cunt...
Gregg clasped his crazily jerking cock firmly in his powerful hands, feeling it come alive with a will of its own, throbbing hotly against his fingers, anxious to get on with it again.
From between Daphne's now tightly clenched teeth came strangled gasps as her sensually tormented young body twisted and flailed helplessly on the bed and her passion-flooded angelic blonde cunt began to gush a steaming flood of orgiastic moisture into Mrs. Salt's palm. Without thinking, Gregg and Leon began to pump up and down on the blood-engorged shafts of their heavily swollen cocks.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" Daphne cried out as she gave herself over with shattering certainty to Mrs. Salt's wildly slaving fingers, at last at the breaking point where she was no longer aware of the others around her in the small room. On and on it went and the obscenely exciting fingers in her climaxing pussy fucked deeper and deeper, stroking hotly and repeatedly against her crazily sucking cuntal walls.
It was happening. She was cumming! Gumming stronger than she had ever before, overflowing and flooding her mind, soul and body in swirls of hot licking flames that threatened to burn her alive!
She still moaned, her body trembling from the now subsiding storm of her release, as she lay back with a voice sounding in her head, a voice which told her that Mrs. Salt's fingers were something she wanted to feel again... more and more.
Gregg approached the cot on which his nakedly spent wife lay. His mouth felt dry and he was overcome by a surplus of emotion from the sight that he had just witnessed. His young wife had almost enjoyed it too much! He wanted her to hate it more than she had!
She hadn't hated it at all!
'Gregg lifted his mother's exhausted body from where she lay almost protectively over Daphne, and he placed her unresisting form so that she was kneeling directly over his wife, fact to face, her legs spread wide straddling Daphne's smooth satiny hips. Their two cunts were only inches apart, one above the other. With his hands on her soft white hips, Gregg guided his lust-hardened cock up between his mother's smoothly rounded buttocks, slipping below the small pucker of her anus to fuck hard up into her wetly clenched pussy. The darkly curling little hairs parted to allow his massively raging cock access to the wetly steaming depths f his mother's hotly throbbing cunt, and he heard her gasp from the startling and unexpected pleasure his hard swollen cock created.
He felt her nakedly straining ass-cheeks clench tight around his deeply inserted penis and grind backwards against his pelvis as his mother responded to his ruthless penetration. Below them, Daphne's blonde young vagina was squirming lewdly around and she groaned in lustful excitement which prompted Gregg, who was smiling broadly and clinging to his mother's milk-white breasts, to pull out of Mrs. Salt's already responding cunt and fuck below her into the widespread cunt-lips of his almost wild, tight-cunted wife.
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus that's good!" he cried out, pushing so hard that he felt his lust-hardened cock pounding right into his moaning wife's cervix. Her slender legs jackknifed out and he pulled out of her with a loud wet sucking noise and fucked his desire-swollen cock back into his mother's hot vagina. Both women started writhing lewdly against the soft flesh of each other as they lay face to face, and Mrs. Salt finally opened her mouth to dart her tongue insistently between Daphne's open lips, sealing their new relation-ship with a deep tongue kiss.
Mrs. Salt had never felt these sensations she was feeling-it was as if she'd never been fucked before and her ass-cheeks began to tremble against he son's forcefully pounding loins as he alternatively surged his entire throbbing length forward into her already eagerly waiting cunt and then into his wife's gasping, welcoming pussy. The double fucking was driving them both wild and Mrs. Salt just couldn't believe just how pleasurable her son's invading penis could be. The loss of it made it twice as good when she regained it again, and she felt as if she were being fucked in an entirely new way.
It was beginning to make her feel all warm and secure inside and she had a suspicion that her years of loneliness were through. Her own son could fulfill her in a way no one else ever could! The women's thighs pressed into each other and their wetly grinding pussies rubbed hotly against one another as they each received the buffeting blows of Gregg's rapidly pistoning cock and began to feel a glow with the new heat that was radiated by the three bodies.
Leon had come over to where they were and stood over them, watching the dual ravishment of the two women, the mother and the young girl. It was some sight, but he was getting tired of just looking. While he felt a new respect for his young white boss, he also felt a certain jealousy at the way the two desire-maddened women were carrying on beneath the young man's lustfully driving hardness as it was embedded deep inside, first, one cunt hole, then fucked back into the other one!
There didn't seem any way to join the action, and it seemed like it took forever, and Leon could feel himself starting to sweat heavily as he waited impatiently, getting more and more angry at his young fucking competitor.
He watched the young white girl cum twice and saw that she was well on her way to doing it a third time. She was moaning with ecstatic pleasure when she felt the streaming hot jet of her husband's wildly spewing cock spurt out its scalding cum high up inside her hungrily clasping pussy. The wildly shooting fluids poured out of Gregg's throbbing cock in spurts, shooting forth like a cannon. Then he dropped forward onto his mother's back and heard the two women beneath him moan in unison as the last hot stickiness of his victorious male cum trickled from his still pulsating penis.
Finally, he looked up and saw the black handyman standing there with his bulging cock in his hand, and with a wry smile he said, "Take your pick, Leon. Or fuck them both!"
Leon pulled Mrs. Salt on to the thick shag rug on the floor and started fucking into her eagerly upturned pussy, and watching, them Gregg found that he couldn't stay out of it. His blood felt like it was boiling with rekindled lust for his luscious mother, and the antagonism he'd felt towards the presumptuous employee was gone now that he had proven he could handle his women.
So while Leon and Mrs. Salt rolled on the floor, he slipped down behind them, grabbing one of his mother's soft breasts with one hand and slipping the other beneath her full round ass.
He found her tiny anal opening with his middle finger and wormed it inside her, all the while watching, feeling, hearing, the vigorous fucking between Leon and the woman. If Leon noticed what he was up to or cared, he didn't show it, and Gregg liked the fact that his mother was now squirming and squealing with a mixture of pain and pleasure just as his young bride had done that morning. His mother lay on her side now, being penetrated from the front by the handyman's blood-swollen black penis, and from the rear by her son's lustfully impaling middle finger.
The possibility of what might happen next occurred to the forty-year-old woman, and she felt a shiver of fear run through her, but she couldn't quite relinquish the pleasure she knew she might feel along with the pain as she had watched her daughter-in-law feeling earlier that day. She thought of that scene with a pang, still desiring her son, still wanting him in her, even though Leon was working hard at her, fucking well into her open cunt in the front. She wanted Gregg, too! But the heat of two male bodies pressing lewdly against her melted all bad feelings away and she began to feel a comfort and security she'd never felt before. A sudden wave of tenderness washed over her as she thought of her daughter-in-law.
Lying on the cot, Daphne watched the proceedings with half-shut, tired eyes. She liked watching them, and she liked the chance to rest because she knew she'd need all her strength later on. She was no longer surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy or anguish whatsoever while watching her husband, his mother, and her lover fuck crazily on the floor. Some kind of barrier had been broken down that had kept her from life and love, and she felt as if she had opened up, blossomed in a new way, full of new thoughts and feelings!
She smiled as she realized that she had never loved Gregg more than when he had pressed her body and his mother's together, fucking them both so forcefully and, she felt, communicating totally with her for the first time. She had never felt better, never felt so full of love. She thought her friends might be thirsty later on, so she got up quietly and threw on her dress and padded out into the gathering darkness to the office cabin kitchen to fix them some drinks.
And then on the floor, it started to happen, the thing that his mother had feared. Gregg removed his middle finger and replaced it with his heavily throbbing cock. He burrowed relentlessly into her anal opening, which, while not as tight as his young bride's, was nevertheless a small passage. He stretched beyond seeming endurance the tightly clenched little hole... forcing and twisting and worming up inside her vainly resisting nether channel.
His mother jerked forward and groaned with pain, but as she did, Leon's madly pistoning cock slid unimpeded now farther up into her vagina, sending such a thrilling sensation through her cock-filled body that she could only soundlessly wince in pain. The two thickly driving cocks seemed to be melting inside her, becoming one huge pulsating pole of flesh, filling her and sending her into raptures of a completely new dimension... never had she felt so completely, so totally filled with the pain and pleasure of love.
Gregg's strong cock ground deeper and deeper up between her soft, fleshy ass-cheeks, driving into the nakedly open crevice with long, smooth strokes. His hair was matted with sweat, his face was flushed with exhaustion but his madly working cock had never felt so good. He could feel the unrelenting blows of the handyman's vigorously jabbing cock deep inside his mother, skewering powerfully up into her captive cunt.
Gregg could not help smiling to himself at the thought of what they were doing to this beautiful older woman. He looked over to the cot to see how Daphne was doing, and saw that she was gone, he didn't worry thought; he knew full well she'd be back. Then he stopped thinking altogether and gave himself up to the incredible pleasure in his loins.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the darkened cabin, Leon smiled and leaned forward to caress the nipples of the woman who sat at his feet leaning back against his knees as he sat on the cot. Mrs. Salt smiled up at him.
"Listen," she said, "I think we should trade off as couples... you know... Gregg and Daphne with you and me!"
"Always giving orders!" Leon chuckled fondly and gave her nipple a playful pinch.
"Well I think it should be more an individual thing," Daphne piped up from across the room where her husband Gregg sat in a chair, his naked legs widespread as his heavy-veined, lust-hardened cock received the attentions of the pert blonde's delicately licking tongue. "That way," Daphne continued, "we could get together as a group about twice a week, and then... "
But her planning was silenced by Gregg who pushed her head down gently back towards the waiting tip of his gleaming penis, and Daphne happily accepted its girth into her greedy mouth.
"Mmmmmmm."
"The little planner," Gregg smiled, his eyes half closed with desire as his avidly sucking wife's blonde head bobbed lewdly up and down between his legs. "We'll just leave things loose. These things have a way of working themselves out!"
Mrs. Salt was about to protest, but when she felt Leon lifting her onto his lap on the cot and eagerly fucking up into her soft, curl-fringed cunt from behind, she realized that she wasn't going to be left out.
"Oooooooo!" she moaned happily.
"The only thing we'll have to watch around here is the noise," Gregg said, feeling he was about to cum any second into the hotly sucking cavern of his wife's eagerly working mouth. "Once we get this place fixed up, it's going to be crawling with tourists."
"Maybe we should change the name from Salty's Inn to Salty's Cum Inn," Leon chuckled.
They laughed, and then they stopped laughing and there was a silence in the cabin for a long time except for groans of pleasure and desire and the occasional sound of Salty's dog baying at the rising moon.