Nearly everyone has heard a joke about the travelling salesman and the farmer's daughter. In these verbal cartoons only the procedure of action has been changed from one story to another; the setting and the characterizations remain the same. In variably the salesman is depicted as a slick, unscrupulous lecher; invariably the farmer's daughter plays the role of the innocent, unsuspecting object of desire. At the very least the disparity between these characters is interesting, and it is usually uproariously funny. That in itself accounts for the popularity of these jokes since the turn of the century.
But in actuality the confrontation between urbane sophistication and homespun, countrified morality is not so funny, particularly in the volatile arena of sex. Slick, unscrupulous men have been seducing innocent, unsuspecting rural women for decades in America. Sometimes the results of these seductions are comparatively mild: the woman loses a bit of her naive charm and resolves to be more careful in the future. At other times, unfortunately, the results are tragic. Abortion, suicide, and child abuse are only a few of the injustices reaped by these seductions in the aftermath.
In this novel Toni Scott, one of our most outstanding contributors, attempts to explore this age-old dilemma through the medium of fiction. On one hand we have Louisa, a conservative, well-adjusted girl of exceptional attractiveness who lives with her brother on a remote farm. On the other hand we have her in-law Robert, a decadent, cynical man from one of the biggest cities in the country. They are not quite the travelling salesman and the farmer's daughter, but they are close enough, and an easy parallel can be drawn between their relationship and the punch lines of the jokes that have been told for a century.
As usual, Scott refuses to take sides in this issue; in fact, she points out that as a native of suburbia it would be difficult for her to register an opinion even if she wanted to. But she does feel that the sociological problem this story revolves around warrants attention. The reader must reach his own conclusion, and if the fictional account of a real life situation is helpful in the formulation of an opinion then the story's raison-d'etre has been more than accomplished.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Whoops! Oh Jesus! I'm sorry, Louisa. I didn't know anybody was in here."
Louisa dropped the washrag into the tub and squinted to see through the steam filling the bathroom. When she recognized Robert she smiled broadly and retrieved the rag.
"Oh, that's all right," she said easily. She pushed the rag under the warm suds and again began to soap her full breasts, completely oblivious to her own nakedness. "I should have locked the door anyhow. Come on in and sit awhile if you want to. I'll be out of here in a minute."
"I'm really sorry, Louisa," Robert repeated. He hesitated at the door a moment, then closed it and took a seat on the wash basin next to the tub. He looked at Louisa and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment. "I mean Jesus Christ, Francine and me have only been here three days and I've busted in on you like this twice already. I swear to God I never did it once back in the city." Robert sighed and shook his head, as if contemplating an unfathomable mystery. "Sometimes I think being this far out in the sticks has got me completely disoriented. I don't know; I keep on bumping into walls and stuff. I don't think I've been on a real live farm since I was three years old."
"Oh, you'll get used to it," Louisa said casually. She looked at Robert's boyishly handsome features and had to repress an almost maternal smile. It was funny she felt so protective towards him, she thought; after all, she was only seventeen and he was a full seven years older. Louisa laughed softly and moved the washrag down to her large dusky pink nipples, barely visible beneath the curtain of suds.
"What's so funny?" Robert asked quickly. He pursed his lips and fidgeted nervously on the wash basin.
"Oh, nothing."
"If you feel uncomfortable with me sitting here I can leave," Robert said. He half rose from the edge of the basin and looked at her anxiously. "I mean, it's understandable if you want some privacy when you're taking a bath."
"I don't mind," Louisa said simply. She cupped the underside of her left breast and lifted it slightly to soap the underside. "It's just my body, after all; I don't figure there's anything that has to be hid about it. When Mom and Dad were still around they used to come in and talk to me in the tub all the time. Michael and me'd do the same thing with them. That's just the way I was brought up, I guess."
Robert shook his head in bewilderment. "I swear, if I walked in on any woman I know naked in the bathtub, except Francine... Jesus, I'd be lucky to get out of there alive. She'd probably call the police, the rape prevention squad and the FBI before I even had a chance to open my mouth." Robert shook his head again and sighed, as if faced with an impassable wall. "I'll tell you Louisa, you may be right about getting used to clear skies and fresh air and not having anyone around for five miles to either side, but I don't think I'll ever get used to the different ways you people have out here. I mean, you're so polite and unassuming it makes me ashamed of my own bad manners. And Francine and me are courteous by city standards, whether you believe it or not."
"Now Robert," Louisa said chidingly. She looked at him and giggled affectionately. "You know darn well that you and Francine couldn't do a wrong thing in the world as far as me and Michael are concerned. Haven't we told you often enough how glad we are to have you visiting us? Why, didn't we say the day you got here how much we wished you could stay a whole lot longer than two weeks?" Louisa shook her head and looked at Robert with mock, humorous derision. "I swear to the Lord, sometimes I think you are the most insecure grown man I ever met. Francine is Michael and my cousin. She's a blood relative, same as you now that you're married to her, and the both of you are welcome any time."
"Well, I was just trying to say . . Robert began.
Louisa laughed at him lovingly. "Well I know what you were trying to say, and take my word for it, it doesn't have to be said. We think you're just fine and you're welcome any time." Louisa looked into the bathwater and moved the rag down to the perfectly formed curve of her thighs. There was a small nick on the inner flesh and she scrubbed it carefully. "Besides," she continued absentmindedly, "how many visitors do you think we get out here anyhow, sixty miles from the nearest city? Why, Michael and me have hardly seen a living soul since Mom and Dad died. We get lonely too, you know."
There was a long silence. When Louisa recognized it she dropped the rag and looked back at Robert. He wore a guilty expression, and his head and shoulders drooped noticeably.
"You know, both Francine and I... " he began tentatively. He sighed with frustration, then raised his head and looked at Louisa sympathetically. "Both Francine and me are real sorry about the accident. Your Mom and Dad were too young to die like that, and you and Michael are too young to have to run a farm all by yourselves, too. We were both real upset when we found out it happened."
"Oh Robert, now please!" Louisa exclaimed. She tried to frown and look at him with mock exasperation. But her expression was strained, and she quickly turned her eyes back to the tub. "Now there's no use crying over spilled milk, is there? That's a country saying if ever you heard one, isn't it? Of course, you know we're really sorry about what happened. It hurt us real bad, worse than anything else ever did or ever will again. I can't even count the number of long nights I spent wishing the car that hit them might have been a half a minute faster or slower in either direction. Both of us, we loved Mom and Dad real much. And it's hard to run a whole farm with only two people." Louisa sighed and looked at the wall as if to fortify herself with its presence. "But the accident happened six months ago and we've gotten along just fine. Michael does most of the field work and I take care of the house. Maybe it's been better for us, in a way; I don't know. We've both grown up so much faster than we would've otherwise." Louisa looked at Robert and did her best to smile; she felt an almost desperate need to lighten the conversation, before the real misery of her mother and father's death came back to her. "I mean, into every life a little rain must fall, right? Hey! That's another country saying, now isn't it? I guess you and Francine are going to have a whole bunch of stuff to bore your friends to tears with when you get back in the city, huh?"
"I suppose so," Robert said. He smiled weakly and stared at his hands, turning the palms up and down. "But... I mean... it's hard to get over it. Your brother's only 20 years old, and you're only 17. That's just too young for that kind of responsibility."
"Robert, please," Louisa said automatically. She flushed with embarrassment and stared automatically into the bathwater; she didn't want to scold him, however gently, but she knew that if they talked about it any longer she might lose control of her emotions. "To tell you the truth, I'd... I'd just rather not discuss it, that's all. I know you mean well, but... well, I guess you can understand that."
"I understand," Robert replied quietly. He said nothing else for awhile, and Louisa tried to concentrate on washing herself.
She moved the washrag carefully between her parted thighs and soaped carefully around the hair fringed edges of her pubic triangle, delicately touching the outer lips of her pink, virgin labia. It felt extremely good, and she wished briefly that she was alone so she could rub herself there much harder. Then she heard Robert stir on the basin, and she turned her head towards him to see him while he spoke.
"Actually," Robert began. He fidgeted on the basin uncomfortably staring at the floor. "I didn't bring up... that... just out of the blue, I sort of had a reason. Both Francine and me were wondering... well, we talked it over and we thought it would be a good idea if, as long as we were here, you know, we helped you out some with the chores around here."
"What?!?!" Louisa exclaimed. She looked at Robert in mock amazement, happy that his unintentional blunder had given her an excuse to break their depression. Then she laughed as uproariously as she could. "Why Robert, I don't believe you!" she said incredulously. "Here you come out here for the only real vacation you've had in years and you want to help us out in the chores? Why... well Robert, now I know it's a fact. You're just plumb out of your mind!"
"Huh... what? Now wait a minute... " Robert said defensively. "I'm being serious. I know it's my vacation, but take my word for it, I never worked as hard in a week as you two do every day of your life. Francine and me feel guilty about it! For the past three days all we've done is lie around in bed and doze in the shade and eat up all the food you make, and then we look around and see Michael breaking his back in the fields and you off scrubbing some corner of the house. Louisa, it just makes us miserable; you know we can't sit around and watch you work for two more weeks. Honest, we've got to do something!"
"You are crazy!" Louisa said delightedly. She giggled and suppressed the urge to throw the washrag at Robert's head. "I swear, if I'd known about you I could've been the most popular girl in the county. I could rent you out to all the others just like us and why, I'd make a whole passel of money! Just tell 'em that the harder you work the better you and Francine like it."
"Come on, Louisa," Robert said. He shifted uncomfortably on the basin and looked at her with an almost hurt expression. "I'm being serious."
"Get out of this bathroom!" Louisa said happily. She giggled and waved to the door. "Go on, git! I won't hear another word about it."
"Now wait a minute," Robert said. He stood up from the basin and hesitated, like a lawyer making a last ditch argument for his defendant. "You've got to admit you could use some help around here, even if just for a couple of weeks. Francine can keep house just as well as you can, and if Michael taught me I'll bet I could help out a little in the fields. Nothing too complicating, just a little plowing ..
"You wouldn't know a plow if one fell on you," Louisa cried giddily. She started to drop the washrag into the water, then succumbed to her earlier temptation and threw it lightly at Robert's shoulder. "Mr. Robert Mitchell, I told you I won't hear another word about it and I meant it! You'll work on this farm over my dead body; you're here on vacation and I mean to see you get some relaxation, or else!"
"But... "
"Out! Out!" Louisa laughed and held up the bar of soap warningly, cocking her arm as if she were about to hurl it at Robert's head. "Get out of this bathroom this minute! If I let you stay here any longer the next thing I know you'll want to clean the septic tank and swab the toilets to boot! Not one more word! You all clear the hell out of here! How's that for country language, Robert?"
"Well," Robert said. He opened the door and hesitated again. Louisa immediately resumed laughing, and Robert's face broke into a broad grin. "It was only a suggestion," he said humorously. "Jeez, if I'd known you'd get so upset about it I never would have brought it up in the first place."
"I couldn't be more upset if you'd tried to hang me," Laura said. She giggled, then assumed an expression of playful seriousness. "Robert Mitchell, as far as I'm concerned you are to spend your time here loafing in the sun and keeping company with that pretty wife of yours... who, incidentally, you better take good care of, seeing as how she's our cousin. And if you step out of line even once you'll pay for it, take my word Mister!"
"Okay, okay," Robert said. He stepped into the hallway, then turned back and smiled at Louisa affectionately. "Well, I guess I'd better get a good night's sleep then. I've got a long hard day of loafing tomorrow."
"All right, Robert," Louisa said with a genuine smile. "Pleasant dreams, and I'll see you at breakfast."
"See you then," Robert said. "Goodnight."
Smiling, Robert turned into the hallway and shut the door behind him. For several seconds afterwards Louisa sat motionless in the tub, gazing transfixedly at the wall and smiling dreamily. Then she closed her eyes and settled into the lukewarm water until the suds lapped gently around her neck. She could still picture Robert sitting next to her on the wash basin, and the clarity of the mental image sent a small shiver of carefully suppressed desire coursing through her body. "Mmmmmm-mm," Louisa sighed. She smiled pleasurably and folded her arms across her ample bosom, hugging her shoulders with her hands. He was such a handsome man.
He was really a dream come true, Louisa thought. She stared at the blurred, amorphous shape of her thighs through the water and absentmindedly began to stroke the tender flesh of her hips. She knew she couldn't have him, but whenever she started thinking about Robert the real world seemed to fade away entirely. His face was so boyishly pretty, and his body was so slim and tall and athletic looking; if his black hair had been blonde or even light brown Louisa knew he would have looked just like Apollo. The resemblance had been the first thing she'd noticed when they'd arrived three days ago, even before she'd realized how pretty her cousin Francine had grown in the last eight years, how little she looked like her pictures. Why, Louisa thought, the very second she'd seen Robert's face she'd felt everything go soft inside her. At first she'd even been a little bit jealous; she was ashamed to admit it now, but she'd almost been cold towards both of them the whole first day. It didn't seem fair to her that her parents had died, that she had to spend all her time working on a desolate farm instead of out meeting a husband. That was the only reason she wasn't married, the only reason she hadn't caught Robert instead of Francine. It certainly wasn't because she wasn't pretty enough.
But then, of course, she'd realized that Francine was a wonderful woman and she ought to feel guilty for having such jealous, ruinous thoughts in the first place. Oh well, Louisa thought. She opened her eyes a little more clearly and began to rub the firm feminine muscles of her inner thigh, soothing out the cramps. That was just the way the world was, she thought; Francine got to grow up in a big city with time on her hands and lots of men around, and she got stuck with the early death of her parents and hard work on an empty farm. Louisa laughed gently and rubbed her thigh harder. Her time would come eventually. Someday Michael and she would get ahead enough so she could take an occasional trip into the city. Pallet, the nearest town, wasn't much to speak of, but there would be men there, and Louisa knew that when she did fall in love she'd forget about other people's husbands entirely, even if they were as handsome as Robert. It would happen, too; she wasn't going to die an old maid; she was seventeen years old, and pretty, and she had more good years left than she knew herself.
But in the meantime it was hard not to have the wrong kind of thoughts. Louisa blushed with embarrassment and looked at herself through the water. Ordinarily it gave her a reassuring pleasure to look at the incredible voluptuousness of her body-her large, firm, lush breasts, her slender waist, the long taper of her ivory smooth legs and the black, fleecy curls of her pubic triangle-but now it only made her feel guilty. She knew she'd been lying to Robert earlier. The fact of the matter was that it wasn't standard procedure for 'country people' to have casual conversations while one of the participants was bathing naked in the tub. The only reason she'd told Robert that was that she wanted him to see her curvaceousness, in the secret hope that he would be tempted.
She could tell herself that she'd let him talk to her there because she wanted to be sociable, because she was a good host and didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him to get out, but Louisa knew her own sexual desires for him were the real reason. And he had been tempted, too. Louisa paused and bit her lip, wondering if it was right to allow herself the pleasure of thinking about that. Then her face broke into an embarrassed, mischievous smile. Giggling, she sat up in the tub and looked down at her naked upper torso. Her breasts were round and full and perfectly shaped, better than anything she'd ever seen in one of those girlie magazines her brother used to bring home. She could see the full slope of her ivory-white bosom, the dusky pink color of her large areolas and the red buds of her nipples. Louisa smiled shamefully and cupped her breasts in her hands. She kneaded them gently, milking and squeezing the resilient flesh of her mammaries and making her nipples distend stiffly with aching desire against her palms. Louisa knew she should stop fondling herself, but she knew at the same time that she would continue. It felt too good; in a few seconds she would be so hot she'd have to masturbate, just as she did nearly every night in the tub. And she'd be thinking about Robert when she did.
Because he had been tempted. Louisa smiled guiltily and moved her hands down her stomach to the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, stopping when she felt her fingers touch the pouting lips of her hair-fringed pussy. Her index finger moved to her clitoris, and immediately she felt an agonizing spasm of sexual hunger course through her loins. Louisa mewled, touched her forefinger to her clitoris and settled farther into the tub. Then she was masturbating faster and harder by the moment, furiously stroking the small erect bud and thrusting the fingers of her other hand into the damp, clasping sheath of her vagina. In her mind's eye she could still picture the bulge of Robert's half-erect organ, and the image excited her. It had been there, all right; he'd fidgeted on the wash basin and tried to conceal it, but Louisa hadn't spent her life on a farm without knowing what an erection looked like, on a bull or a horse or a man. And every time he'd looked at her, stared covertly at her breasts or her thighs or the barely distinguishable outline of her hair-fringed fissure through the bath water, it had gotten a little harder.
"Oh God," Louisa mewled. Her pretty, innocent face contorted in a wincing expression of ravenous passion, and she began to thrust her fingers into her pussy so hard that the bath water slopped crazily against the sides of the tub. She couldn't help it, she thought. She knew it was wrong to think about her cousin's husband, especially when Francine was such a beautiful, kind person. She knew Robert would never cheat on his wife, especially with a seventeen-year-old girl, and she knew that she couldn't let him even if she wanted to; she hadn't been raised as an adulteress. But she couldn't help pretending all the same, couldn't help imagining the warmth of his lean, hard body lying on top of hers, the meaty thickness of his erect organ stabbing into her dripping cunt again and again. The imagining was the only thing she had.
CHAPTER TWO
"God damn it. God damn it!" Robert muttered. He looked at his body woefully and grimaced with frustration. Then he lifted his head and stared angrily at the door to the bathroom adjoining Francine and his bedroom. "Hey Francine," he called irritably. "Would you hurry up the hell out of there!? I can't wait out here all night for you!"
"I'm coming, lover," Francine called in her husky, sexy voice. There was a deep whirring sound from the bathroom, and Robert knew she'd turned on the hair drier. "I'll be out in a second."
"Ah, shit," Robert muttered. He stared at the door a moment longer, then looked down his chest at his naked body. His long, thick organ was completely bloated and swollen with blood; it stood up from his pubic hair as stiffly as a length of iron pipe, the bulbous head bobbing luridly against his navel and the slit of his cum hole pointing directly at his face. Robert grimaced, adjusted his position on the bed and gave his engorged member a frustrated squeeze. Images of Louisa's mouthwateringly well-endowed body danced before his eyes, and every time he pictured her breasts or her thighs or her waist, or any other part of her for that matter, he could feel the blood pounding through his aching cock like so much nitroglycerine. His testicles were drawn up tight along the underside of his prick and ached painfully; he could hardly remember the last time he'd had such an enormous erection.
"Well well well," Francine said softly.
Robert looked up. His tall, slender, very pretty wife was standing at the foot of the bed, fluffing her long brown hair and drying her naked body with a towel. Her nubile figure was tan and without a trace of fat; Robert could see the lush growth of her jet black pubic hair, her firm ripe breasts and the pouting slit of her cunt, and immediately he felt his member grow even harder. Francine giggled; her eyes were riveted to his erection, and he could see from her face and eyes that she was completely aroused.
"My my, what a boner my baby's got," Francine whispered mischievously. She dropped the towel and moved to the side of the bed. Robert could see that her eyes were moist and full; her lips were parted slightly, as they always were when she was ready for sex. Francine leaned forward and squeezed the head of Robert's dick momentarily between her thumb and forefinger. It throbbed immediately and she giggled salaciously. "Now where have you been to get yourself in a state like this?" she purred huskily. "As if I didn't know."
"Louisa let me talk to her while she was taking a bath," Robert snorted disgustedly. He grabbed Francine's wrist and pulled her on top of him. Francine giggled and relented easily. "She says that that's what everybody does in the country. It's just her body and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Shit!" Robert shook his head with exasperation and sighed. "We sat there talking and the whole time my balls felt like they were going to explode. Those big juicy tits of hers and that sweet little cunt; it was everything I could do not to rip off my clothes and fuck her right there in the tub. I swear, I don't know how much longer I can stand it."
"Well, I'd say what you need is a little relief," Francine replied playfully. She squirmed on the bed until she was comfortable, lying on her stomach between Robert's legs with her head facing the underside of his massive organ. Then she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing length of his erection and held it as if it were a baseball bat, squeezing the blood engorged shaft and staring at the mushroom shaped head. "Believe me honey, I sympathize with you too," she purred lasciviously. She giggled and leaned forward to give the tip of his cock a playful, tantalizing lick. "72 hours on the farm and I swear I can't get that young stud Michael out of my mind. Have you seen the bulge that big boy's got on him, Robert? I swear his cock must be a foot long and just as thick. Mmmmmmm!" Francine whimpered, closed her eyes momentarily and sighed with desire. "I can hardly wait to fuck him! I guess sexual attractiveness must run in their family. You know, in a way it's a surprise they haven't been balling each other. All alone on this big farm, with nobody else to look at, and they're such an attractive couple! I wonder if they've ever thought of it."
"Ahhhh, they'd never do it," Robert said contemptuously. "That'd be incest, and they're too goddamn well bred for that." Robert paused and looked at his wife pleadingly. "Aww, c'mon Francine," he said. He placed both hands on her knuckles and pushed them back, crudely directing his meaty erection to her mouth. "Give me a blow job, will you? If I don't cum soon I'm going to have blue balls for a month and a half!"
"Well, I don't know," Francine said softly. She looked at her husband's almost agonized expression and giggled delightedly; there were few things she enjoyed more than teasing him. "You haven't been a very good boy today, you know. So busy thinking about that little girl Louisa and you didn't pay me any attention at all!"
Francine looked at Robert with playfully accusing eyes. "You know, you didn't try to fuck me even once today. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"Francine, god damn it," Robert muttered. He grabbed a handful of her thick brown hair and tried to forcibly pull her mouth over his turgid cockhead. "Play games with me some other time, huh? Not now."
"Say please, Robert," Francine mewled huskily. She tightened her grip on his erection, squeezing the fingers of both hands until she felt the blue veined stiffness of his member pulsate rhythmically against her palms. Then she leaned forward teasingly touching her lower lip to the bloated, bulbous glans of his prick. As Robert writhed beneath her she began to lick it with quick tantalizing strokes, like a hungry child with an all day lollipop. "After the way you've treated me you can't expect me to give you relief for nothing, can you?" she purred wantonly. "Say pretty please like a good boy."
"Nnnnngghhhhhh," Robert grunted. His nostrils flared with sexual hunger, and he began to shake reflexively on the mattress. "Francine, god damn you!" he muttered tersely. He dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her head savagely into his body.
"Suck it! If you don't suck it I'll kill you, I swear to God. Unnnngghhhhhh! Awwww. God damn it!
"Unh-unh, lover," Francine said. She shrugged off his hands and squeezed his throbbing member as hard as she could. A small, translucent drop of seminal fluid appeared at the reddish tip of his prick, like milk kneaded out of a cow's udder, and Francine lovingly licked it up with her tongue. Her husband's cock was throbbing extremely hard. "Say pretty please with sugar on it, just like a good boy. Then I'll give you all the sucking you need."
"Unhhhh! You bitch, you little bitch!" Robert muttered angrily. For several seconds he lay on the bed and grimaced as his wife toyed expertly with his rampant erection, trying to suppress the ravenous heat that coursed through his loins; he knew how much Francine loved to make him beg for sex, and it was her one sexual habit he couldn't stand. Then she inserted her tongue into his cum slit, and his desire became more than he could stand.
"Unhhhh! All right, all right," he whispered harshly. "Please!
"That's a good boy, Robert," Francine said evenly. She lifted her head and looked up at him salaciously. Her eyes were glistening with triumph and animalish arousal, and he knew that making him beg for sex had excited her tremendously. It made her feel like a femme fatale, she'd once said, like the most powerful, desirable woman in the world. That was the reason she'd taught herself how to give such an incredibly good blow job. If she could suck a man's cock better than any other woman she'd never have to worry about him straying without her permission.
Then Francine returned her attention to her husband's aching erection. She removed her left hand from the blue-veined stalk of his member and dropped it to the hairy, tight sac of his testicles. Her fingers dug gently into his congested balls and she began to knead them gently, milking the sperm as expertly as she could. At the same time she let her right hand fall to the base of his organ. She wrapped her fingers tightly around its tumescent stiffness and stroked the skin luridly up and down in short, hard movements, smiling as she watched the length of her husband's organ pulse wildly in reaction. Finally she opened her mouth. She pursed her glistening, pouting lips in a wet 0 and moved them slowly down over the head of Robert's penis, taking the mushroom shaped glans and the first inch of his erect cock in her mouth. Her cheeks puckered inwards, and she quickly increased the suction in her mouth. Then she clasped her lips wetly and tightly around the blue-veined shaft of his dick and laved her tongue hungrily around the head, sucking his blood-engorged member as hard as she could.
"Ahhhhhhh," Robert sighed. His lips curled into an expression of shameless sensual pleasure, and all the tenseness in his body seemed to flow out of his muscles into the mattress. Francine's sucking was incredibly good. Already he could feel the orbs of his bloated balls churning with the need for orgasmic release, the stiffened shaft of his member being sucked into new hardness by the clasping wetness of his wife's skillful mouth and tongue. Robert groaned and closed his eyes. He lifted his hands and ran them through her thick brown hair, more gently than before, as if he were petting a well-trained dog.
"Unhhhhhh... that's good Francine," he moaned hoarsely. "Ungghhhh! Harder baby, harder! Take it all the way in, all the way down your throat. Oh Jesus, oh that feels so gooood... "
"Mmmmmm," Francine burbled. She lifted her lips momentarily from her husband's blood-engorged member and smiled at him wickedly. "Do you like that, baby?" she purred, mouthing the words wetly around the twitching head of his cock. "Do you want me to do it some more?"
"Yeah," Robert said softly. He tightened his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her head down over his throbbing dick, wanting every inch of it buried in the warmth of her throat. "Take it all the way in, Francine," he muttered urgently. "Unh... yeah... take it all the way in your mouth."
"Mmmmmm," Francine mewled pleasurably. She held Robert's massive erection in her hand and smiled down at it, as if she were looking at a favorite plaything. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could. She squirmed on the bed until her head was directly over his loins, her lips in the perfect position to take in every inch of his bloated organ. As Robert groaned beneath her Francine slowly lowered her mouth over his throbbing erection. Inch by inch of it disappeared between her wetly pouting lips; her cheeks flushed and puffed out obscenely with the size and thickness of his member. Then it was all the way in, every inch of his aching dick buried into her throat. Francine whimpered pleasurably and clasped her lips around the blue-veined stiffness of the trunk; her nose almost touched his pubic hair. Then she again began to pucker her cheeks rhythmically inwards and outwards, eagerly sucking Robert's cock even harder than before.
"Unhhhhhh!" Robert grunted. His face contorted in an expression of agonized lust, and he dug his fingers into Francine's scalp so hard that she yelped once with the pain. He could feel her throat milking and sucking at every inch of his member, and the sensation was almost unbearable. "Ahhhhh! Suck it Francine, suck it!" Robert grunted forcefully. He grimaced and rolled his head wildly back and forth on the mattress. Then he began to grind his hips savagely on the bed, furiously thrusting his bloated prick into his wife's mouth. "Suck it! Unh suck it I'm going to cum! Suck my cock Francine! Suck it as hard as you can!"
Francine said nothing in response. Instead she flared her nostrils in order to breathe and squeezed the base of his cock so hard that it turned almost white between her fingers. Her cheeks were flushed and swollen with the meaty thickness of his organ; it looked almost as if she were suffocating. Francine mewled hornily and laved her lips wetly around the blue-veined stiffness of his engorged dick. Then she rapidly moved her head up and down in short, convulsive movements over his loins, eagerly fucking herself in the mouth with the length of his pulsing erection.
"Unnngghhhh!" Robert grunted. He grimaced with obscene desire and bit his lower lip as hard as he could. He could feel his wife's lips working feverishly around the stalk of his member, her fingers fondling the orbs of his bloated balls and her tongue laving wildly around the spongy flesh of his cock head; it was actually painful now, as if he were caught in a sexual milking machine intent only upon sucking every drop of sperm out of his body. Robert thrust his hips into his wife's face and writhed convulsively on the mattress, making the bed shake beneath them; it felt as if every fiber and nerve ending in his body had been drawn into his aching cock. "I'm going to cum Francine," he panted feverishly. "Unhhhhhh! Suck it harder baby, suck it really hard! Ahhhhh... I can feel it... I'm going to cum!"
"Mmmmmm!" Francine whimpered hungrily. Her eyes shone with sexual hunger, and she automatically redoubled the energy of her sucking; there was nothing she loved more than tasting her husband's creamy white sperm shooting down her throat. Francine removed her right hand from the base of Robert's erection and moved it quickly between his thighs, pushing into the cleft of his muscular buttocks. Her finger found the ring of his anus and she massaged it gently, feeling it pulse and dilate with the approach of his orgasm. Then she pushed it savagely into his asshole. As she continued to suck his blood-engorged member as hard as she could she worked her finger skillfully through the tight muscles of his rectal sphincter, gently massaging and titillating his prostate.
That was more than Robert could take. His face contorted with the force of his ravenous passion, and he instinctively lifted his hips off the mattress and thrust his cock down his wife's mouth. For a moment the throbbing length of his organ grew as hard as it possibly could, stiffening so much that the pink, ravaged flesh was drawn painfully tight around the head and shaft. Robert groaned loudly and held his wife's head helplessly down to his loins. His testicles seemed to swell in their sac, and he could feel the load of his seminal fluid pushing forcefully, deliciously up his urethra. Then his sperm gushed furiously out of his aching cock, shooting and spurting in a white torrent deep down his wife's throat. There was so much of it that Francine could hardly swallow it; her adam's apple bobbed wildly in her throat as she tried to drink down every drop, but it filled her mouth completely and a small rivulet of seminal fluid escaped down her lips. Francine whimpered happily and continued to work over her husband's orgasming prick, hungrily milking every last trace of seminal fluid out of him with her lips and hands and tongue.
Then it was over. Robert groaned and closed his eyes. His entire body felt as if it had been worked over by an army of sex starved women; his balls tingled and throbbed, and his rapidly softening penis ached from Francine's lips and mouth and teeth. For several seconds he lay there in a kind of stupor, thinking and feeling nothing except the sensations that coursed through his emptied loins. When he finally opened his eyes again Francine was smiling down at him. Her cheeks were fresh and rosy looking, and her eyes shone with exuberance. She looked as if she might have spent the last half hour picking flowers.
"Uhhh," Robert muttered hoarsely. He shook his head and blinked in an effort to focus his thoughts. "That was real good, baby. Really fantastic."
"I thought you'd like it," Francine said mischievously.
"Sorry I didn't give you a chance to cum," Robert said.
"That's all right."
"You know how it is, I get all carried away," Robert explained. "I mean, you'll be sucking me off, and all I can think about is cumming."
"That's perfectly all right, darling," Francine said. "To tell you the truth, I didn't really want you to fuck me tonight anyhow."
"What?!?!" Robert said, almost aghast. "You don't want me to fuck you?! Jesus, what is it? Bad breath? Halitosis? Since when don't you want me to fuck you?" Francine giggled and said nothing. She climbed off the bed and stood straight for a moment, looking down at her nakedness and running her hands over her stomach and thighs. Then she walked to the clothes rack on the other side of the room. She picked out her sheerest, tiniest negligee and put it on, donning it over her head and smoothing it over her slender, desirable body so that it clung to the provocative curves of her hips and breasts.
"Well," she said. She turned towards Robert, smiled enigmatically and struck a model's pose. "How do I look?"
"How do you think you look?" Robert asked quietly. He studied his wife's tan supple form through the negligee and whistled softly under his breath; in spite of the voraciousness of her cocksucking he felt a faint twinge of desire for her course through his loins. He could see everything; she looked like the personification of sexual desire. Her hair fell loosely at her shoulders; her face was gorgeous, too youthful and fresh to be in any way amplified by makeup. The negligee was virtually transparent, and even in the dim light of the bedroom he could clearly make out the pinkness of her taut nipples, the dark thatch of her pubic vee and the little pink slit of her vagina.
"Jesus," Robert said, almost in awe. "Where do you think you're going like that? To the Rajah?"
Francine laughed and shook her head.
"No, darling," she said softly. "I'm going to Michael's room. That's why I didn't want you to fuck me. I want to save all my energy for him." Francine giggled mischievously and looked at Robert lovingly. "Actually I shouldn't have even done that little favor for you, but it's just more than I can stand when I see that big beautiful cock of yours. I just love to suck it so much."
"You're going to Michael's room?" Robert repeated in surprise. "You mean you set it up with him already? Why didn't you tell me?"
Francine shook her head mutely. "I haven't set it up, at least not yet. But if I do say so myself my plot of seduction has the highest chance of being successful." Francine flashed a wicked smile and licked her lips. "Why Robert?" she said teasingly. "You mean to tell me you didn't know that that husky young farm boy spends his evenings masturbating to pictures of naked young girls?"
"What?" Robert said. He laughed and grinned at Francine. "Since when, and how do you know?"
"He was last night," Francine said. "I looked through the keyhole when I heard some rather suspicious noises on my way back from the bathroom. I couldn't actually see his cock, but his face told me enough, and those pictures." Francine shook her head and walked to the door. "I mean, can you imagine it?! Wasting a fine big cock like that and all that sperm on his hand? Well! I'll just have to put a stop to that, right now!"
"You should of told me last night," Robert said. "You know, all the latest developments."
"I guess it just slipped my mind," Francine answered. She laughed and opened the door. "Well, wish me luck darling! I promise all the 'latest developments' as soon as I return!"
"Good luck!" Robert said. He grinned at Francine knowingly. "Definitely." Francine giggled, stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her. For several seconds Robert simply looked at the empty space she had just been standing in; it had all happened so quickly that he couldn't quite believe it. Then he folded his hands behind his head and smiled from ear to ear. He felt sure that Francine's 'plot of seduction' would be successful, and he didn't feel in the least bit jealous; he had never felt possessive of his wife, not since the first day he had met her. Instead he felt very, very excited; even after the blow job he could feel the blood coursing back into his loins, the length of his flaccid penis swelling against his thigh. Robert groaned and squeezed it softly, feeling the blood race through its tangle of blue veins. He knew that if Francine succeeded in seducing Michael, it would be only a short step to his sister Louisa. And he wanted Louisa more than any other woman in the world.
CHAPTER THREE
The first picture, easily the best in his collection, was of a teenage girl sitting on the edge of a bed. The girl was naked. She looked to be about sixteen, and her lithe, willowy limbs, the firm curve of her small breasts and the luscious milky whiteness of her thighs, had all the fresh desirability of youth. Her features were dark and her hair was long and black and thick, which led Michael to believe that she might have some exotic East European heritage beyond the scope of his imagination. The girl was not really sitting on the edge of the bed; rather, she was positioned on it, with only her buttocks touching the mattress. Her lower back rested against a pillow, supporting her upper torso upright. Her long tapering legs were splayed as far apart as they could go, and her ankles were wrapped behind her neck; it looked as if she was in some sort of yoga position. The picture, obviously, was dominated by the girl's pussy. It was a plump, ripe, absolutely gorgeous looking pussy, and even in the black and white photograph Michael could see that the folds of her labia were swollen and extremely wet, as if she couldn't wait to be fucked. Her labia were pink and soft looking; the lips of her vagina were fringed with a thick growth of fleecy black hair, which curled between her thighs and then centered in the lush, moss-like triangle of her pubic vee. The photograph was excellent, and the girl was exceptionally desirable. But it would not have been the best if it had not been for one other thing: the presence of a man's naked back looming in the left foreground corner. The girl's eyes were directed, riveted, towards the man. Her expression was completely serious, and it was apparent that she desperately wanted the man to ram his hard cock into her pussy as soon as possible.
"Jesus," Michael said reverently. For a long time Louisa's handsome, athletic twenty-year-old brother lay motionless beneath the sheets of his bed, holding the picture with his right hand before his face and intently studying every detail. His left hand rested on his cock. It was hard and stiff, completely gorged with blood; the long thick shaft of his member hovered tautly over his stomach, and Michael could feel the blood throbbing through it as he touched it lightly with his fingers. He knew that if he started masturbating now he would cum within a few minutes, but he didn't want to begin yet, even though every pore and fibre in his loins begged him to do so. Instead he would wait as long as possible. Michael had been masturbating several times every night since he reached puberty. It made him feel ashamed to know that he had to jerk off for sexual satisfaction, but there were simply no women within shooting distance of the farm except his sister, and now that his parents were dead there was little opportunity of going to town. He'd gotten used to the idea of masturbating after awhile, and now it had evolved into a sweet, carefully practiced science. The pictures were hard to get. He could look at all of them for two minutes and stroke his cock into an orgasm that way, but that was just a form of wasting them. It was better, Michael knew, to linger over each one and use his imagination. That way he could make them last as long as possible.
Finally Michael couldn't stand it any longer. He returned the picture to its manila envelope, containing his entire collection, and deposited the envelope carefully under the mattress. Groaning, he kicked off the sheets and spread them with his feet to the bottom of the bed; it sometimes inhibited him to think that someone could walk in on him like this, with nothing at hand to cover his nakedness and his meaty erection thrusting in the air like a battering ram, but experience had taught him that it was much more pleasurable to masturbate free of sheets or blankets or encumbrances of any kind.
"Ahhhh," Michael sighed. He smiled pleasurably, closed his eyes and squirmed on the mattress until he was completely relaxed. Then he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the blue veined stiffness of his blood engorged member. It was completely tumescent, as stiff and hard as a rock with a hard rubber covering; Michael knew he had waited until the perfect moment. Groaning, Michael tightened the grip of his fingers until he felt the meaty thickness of his organ throb furiously against his palm. He slowly began to stroke the taut flesh up and down, again and again, as if he were priming an engine. Then he was masturbating furiously, hammering his erected prick in his palm as fast and as hard as he could. In his mind's eye he could see the sixteen year old girl on the bed, and she seemed to be beckoning towards him. Her lips were pursed now, slightly, slyly; her eyes were heavy and moist with her desire for his body. He was the man in the edge of the picture, and she was waiting for him; as he looked at her he could see the lips of her tight, hot pussy literally pulsing with the need for his massive erection. And he would give it to her... again and again, until she squealed into his ear and wrapped those long tapering legs around his back and begged for mercy... give her every single inch.
"Well well," a soft, husky, very feminine voice said from the door. "Is that a banana in your hand or are you just glad to see me?"
"Ohhh," Michael sighed. For a moment Michael could not believe someone had walked into his room unannounced. He assumed automatically that the voice belonged in the photograph, and though it seemed rather incongruous for an Eastern European girl to say such a crude thing it was, at least, something his imagination had not covered before. Michael tightened his fingers around his bloated organ and managed to stroke it even more urgently.
Then he realized that the voice had been real. A shiver of fear ran through his body; he instinctively released his cock and opened his eyes. "Oh Jesus!" he said. His eyes continued widening long after he could see everything in the room, opening up to the size of golf balls. His mouth dropped open, and his firm masculine cheeks colored with the deepest blush he had ever felt in his life.
"What's the matter, honey?" Francine said. "I hope I didn't surprise you." As Michael stared at her in shock she giggled delightedly and quickly walked across the room to the foot of the bed. The sheer transparent black negligee rustled provocatively about her hips; her nipples were distended stiffly against the fabric, and her thighs hushed against each other as she walked. She sat on the edge of the bed, next to Michael's calf, and stared at him with shamelessly mischievous eyes. "I mean, I guess I should have knocked," she continued evenly, "but what you were doing looked like so much fun, why, I just couldn't wait to come inside. I hope I didn't disturb you, lover."
"What... what?!" Michael said in confusion. He shook his head hard and stared at Francine openly. His first reaction was that this was some sort of horrible trick his cousin was playing on him; everybody knew about his masturbating, and they were going to tease him about it relentlessly. Michael opened his mouth and stared to say something in explanation. He knew it was hopeless-his embarrassment was completely and unredeemably terrible-but he at least had to try.
Then he noticed the negligee. Michael's breath caught in his throat; he shook his head and blinked his eyes, as if he were emerging from a stupor. It was a transparent negligee. He could see her body beneath it; it was a lithe, tan body, just as good as the girl's in the photograph. Francine, his cousin Francine, had worn a transparent negligee, into his bedroom. She had come into it without knocking. And she had just said...
"Darling! Tell me what's the matter!" Francine said softly. She giggled amusedly and licked her lips. "You look all upset about something."
"You... " Michael began. But the sentence died in his throat immediately. He raised his eyes from Francine's lithe, virtually naked body and looked at her face. She was smiling at him. She was not smiling at him teasingly, or in an effort to cover up the profound embarrassment she would have felt if she had unexpectedly walked into his room while he was jacking off. No, she was smiling invitingly. Her face held the jaded, sophisticated, all knowing and all seeing look that had so fascinated him the first time he'd seen her three days ago. Her lips were pursed slightly, as if amused by some wicked, secret joke. Her eyes were as heavy and full as those of the girl in the photograph. And they were focused directly on the stiff, long, throbbing shaft of his dick.
"I really didn't mean to upset you, Michael," Francine purred salaciously. She lowered her eyes and again stared shamelessly at the meaty thickness of his erection. Then she reached for it with her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the blue veined stalk, precisely where his own had been, and began to stroke it expertly. "Like I said," she continued, speaking as easily as if she were at a church social or a PTA luncheon, "what you were doing looked like so much fun that I couldn't resist. I mean, your... banana is so big and hard and beautiful looking!" Francine giggled and gave Michael's bloated organ a provocative squeeze. "Mmmmmm! And it feels so good too! I get all hot just looking at it! Why don't you let me help you, Michael? I'd just love to see you cum!"
Michael hesitated only a moment longer. An innumerable variety of thoughts whirred through his brain, each quick and insignificant and easily dismissed. Francine was his cousin; Francine was married to Robert; this didn't make any sense; he'd hardly even talked to her; this was completely unexplainable; there was an excellent possibility he'd finally gone completely out of his mind; maybe they'd send a truck for him the next day.
But none of that mattered now. Michael pushed Francine's hand away from his cock and rose from the bed. For a second he stood over her and looked at her face and body silently. His body gleamed lean and hard and powerful in the light of the bedside lamp; his expression must have been very stern, because Francine averted her eyes and seemed momentarily frightened of him. Michael lifted his hands and placed them gently on her shoulders. His fingers shook slightly with anticipation; his massive erection was as stiff as a rock, throbbing and twitching luridly against his stomach. With one quick movement he tore the negligee completely away from Francine's body. No, he thought, none of it mattered. He tossed the shreds of the negligee absent-mindedly to the floor and moved close to her, staring lustfully at the mouthwatering curves of her slim, naked body.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Why Michael!" Francine exclaimed teasingly. "I guess you do want me to help you after all!" She studied his hungry, almost deranged expression and giggled softly. Then she reclined on the mattress, supporting herself on her elbow and staring fixedly at Michael's throbbing erection. "Where do you want me, lover?" she purred salaciously. "I'll do anything you say."
"Get on your back," Michael said tersely. "On the edge of the bed, on your back. Spread your legs apart." He grimaced and put his hands roughly on her knees, as if to put her into the desired position like a rag doll. "Come on, god damn it, do it!" he said urgently.
"Whatever you say, darling," Francine whispered huskily. She looked at Michael and giggled again; it had been a long time since she had had sex with anyone so innocent and eager for her body. Most of the men she made it with were proficient, experienced lovers, but they were so jaded; Michael was like an animal! Without taking her eyes from him Francine squirmed her buttocks to the edge of the mattress. She dangled her long tapering legs over the side and leaned back, resting her torso on the sheets and supporting herself on her elbows so she could raise her head and continue to watch him. Then she smiled, and then she slowly, temptingly, spread her milk white thighs as far apart as they would go.
"Like this, lover?" Francine whispered alluringly. She planted her heels into the mattress and looked at Michael brazenly. Her lips were pursed slightly, and her eyes were moist with her ravenous sexual heat. "Do you want me like this? I can get into another position if you say so."
"Jesus," Michael said softly. For several seconds he remained motionless, standing stock still and staring blatantly at the hair fringed fissure of her vagina. As he did so he could feel his blood engorged member pulsing more and more violently, and he wondered briefly if he might cum all over her belly before he ever had a chance to fuck her. He had never been so excited in his life. Francine's pussy was infinitely better than the girl in the photograph. The thick, fleecy black tufts of her pubic hair curled luxuriantly over her loins, spreading profusely over her lower stomach and in the soft, moist juncture between her thighs. He could see the pouting lips of her pussy, and they looked wet and tight and swollen with her arousal, just begging to be parted by the meaty shaft of his erection. "Jesus," Michael repeated. He breathed heavily and continued staring and made no other move towards her. He wanted to fuck her desperately, but he was so overwhelmed by his arousal that he couldn't move. He didn't know what to do.
"Do you like my pussy, Michael?" Francine asked wantonly. She smiled and spread her legs a little further apart.
"Yeah," Michael said tonelessly.
"Then why don't you suck it, darling?" Francine asked shamelessly. She giggled and squirmed on the mattress, making the pink folds of her labia rub wetly together. "Go ahead, lover. I know you want to, and I want you to do it too. You can suck my cunt just as long as you want!"
"All right," Michael said vaguely.
Shuddering, he knelt on the floor between Francine's nakedly splayed legs. He placed his hands delicately on the soft, secret flesh of her inner thigh and gently moved them a little further apart. As he stared at her cunt a knot developed in his stomach, and he didn't know if he would be able to control himself. He could see every detail of her pussy now-the wet pinkness of the inner lips, the reddish sheath that would open up for the length of his organ, the intoxicating aroma of her pungent vaginal juices-and the more he looked the more excited he felt.
"Do you like my pussy, Michael?" Francine asked in a soft, lilting voice. She stared down her stomach at the top of his head and smiled salaciously. "Go ahead and touch it, darling. It won't bite you."
"All... all right," Michael said hesitantly. He lifted his hand and gently touched his index finger to the outer folds of Francine's cunt. It felt soft and moist and alive, like the heart of some small, vulnerable animal. Michael shuddered and slowly moved his finger between the lips of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm," Francine mewled. Her nostrils flared with arousal, and she unconsciously squirmed her buttocks on the edge of the bed. "That feels good, lover. Mmmmmmmm! That really feels so good! Put your finger in farther."
Michael said nothing. He could feel the walls of Francine's vagina clasping wetly around his finger, and the redolent aroma of her juices seemed to fill the whole room. His meaty erection throbbed stiffly against his stomach, but he realized he did not want to fuck her yet; first he wanted to make her pussy even wetter, and taste the wetness with his tongue. Michael stiffened his finger and cautiously pushed it farther into Francine's gurgling fissure. Then he slowly moved it back and forth, chafing it against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal walls.
"Unnhhhhhhh," Francine groaned. Her breathing quickened, and she unconsciously tightened her muscles and arched her buttocks on the mattress. "That's good, Michael," she gasped. "Do it harder! You don't have to worry about hurting me, I'll tell you if it does. Unhhhhhh!" Francine grimaced and shook slightly on the bed. "Do you like the way my pussy feels, lover? I'll bet it feels good."
"Yeah," Michael said. He removed his finger from Francine's cunt and brought it to his lips. It tasted strange, unlike anything he had ever known before, but as soon as it touched his tongue he felt himself becoming even more excited. Michael groaned and returned his hand to the pouting lips of her moist pussy. This time he thrust two fingers into her cunt. He buried them to the hilt, until his knuckles touched the outer folds of her labia, and rapidly began to grind them back and forth between her nakedly splayed thighs.
"Awwwwww Michael!" Francine mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized desire, and she instinctively bounced the cheeks of her buttocks insistently on the mattress. The teacher-pupil flavor the liaison had had was rapidly vanishing; he was becoming just another man to her, a young stud who created the unbearable sexual heat in her loins that she never tried to resist. "Harder Michael, harder!" Francine whimpered hotly. She gritted her teeth and eagerly thrust up her lush pubic mound into Michael's finger. "Unhhhhhunhhh unhhhhhhhh!! I can't stand it Michael! Awwwwwwwww! Suck my cunt! Please please--don't... stop doing that Michael, I can't wait anymore! Suck my pussy! Please suck it, suck it as hard as you can!"
"Yeah!" Michael grunted. He withdrew his fingers quickly from Francine's vagina and studied it intently. The lips of her pussy were even more swollen and wet than they'd been before; they literally glistened with the swamp-like profusion of her juices, and as he stared at them he could even see them throb with the need for orgasm. Michael dug his hands under the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and hungrily clasped her ass with his fingers. He lowered his head between her nakedly splayed legs, nestling his mouth into the reeking folds of her damp labia, and eagerly began to tongue her pussy as best he knew how.
"Awwwwwww Michael yes, awwwwwww God yessssss!" Francine squealed. She dug her fingers into Michael's hair and frantically pounded her lithe hips off the mattress, furiously driving her hair fringed fissure into his swirling tongue. "Suck it Michael, suck it!" she pleaded shamelessly. "Unhhhhhhhh! Unh God yes suck it harder!"
"Mmmmmm," Michael murmured. He withdrew his lips from Francine's gurgling pussy and looked up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink with her arousal, and her lips were drawn back tightly to bare her teeth; she was obviously as horny as he was. Michael grinned wickedly and returned his attentions to her vagina. He knew that she wasn't acting, and it gave him pleasure to know that he had turned an experienced, sophisticated woman on so much; he might be able to arouse her even more. Michael inserted his fingers delicately into Francine's labia and parted her cuntal slit. He could see her clitoris now, small and pink and pulsingly erect beneath its fleshy shield, and he knew that it was the center of her sexuality. As Francine writhed above him he again lowered his head into the juncture between her thighs. His tongue found the throbbing bud of her clitoris; he pursed his lips and began to suck it gently, rolling his tongue wildly around the tip.
"Unnngghhhh!" Francine grunted. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and for a moment her entire body seemed to stiffen like a set explosive. Then she pulled Michael's head into her loins and needfully arched her back as high as she could. "That's right lover, Oh God I can feel it... I'm going to cum! Suck my cunt Michael! Unhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhhh! Awwwwwww Michael I'm cumming! Awwwwwwwww! Yes yes I'm cuuummiiingggg!"
The spasms of orgasm repeatedly coursed through Francine's loins. She grimaced and rolled her head wildly on the mattress; Michael's tongue continued to swirl around her clitoris, and every pore in her vagina felt as if it was on fire. Francine whimpered and poised motionless on the bed. The muscles in her thighs, hips and stomach were taut and quivering; her nipples were distended stiffly, as erect as they could possibly get. Then a deep shudder ran down her spine and permeated her entire body. "Ahhhhh," Francine groaned. A smile of obscene pleasure illuminated her face, and she relaxed completely on the mattress.
"My turn," Michael said softly.
"Mmmmmm, lover," Francine whispered huskily. She opened her eyes and gazed dimly at her twenty-year-old cousin. He was standing at the edge of the bed, holding his massively engorged member in his fist and stroking it lightly. His expression was intense and hypnotic, and his eyes were cold and hard; as Francine watched him she could see his stare roaming hungrily over her nakedness, hungrily taking in the luscious curves of her breasts and thighs and belly. Francine giggled and spread her thighs a little farther apart. She felt tired now; her orgasm had satisfied her for the time being, and she didn't need any more sex. But she could tell just by looking at him that Michael would rape her if she refused him, and there was no point in resisting the inevitable. Besides, Francine thought mischievously, her mood could change very rapidly; as soon as she got that thick cock of his inside her pussy she might be even hornier than he was!
"You want to fuck me now, don't you lover?" Francine purred salaciously. She smiled and wriggled her hips deliberately on the mattress, knowing that the sight of her squirming would make her all that much more desirable. "I mean, that is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
Michael nodded his head.
"Well go right ahead, darling," Francine whispered. Without removing her eyes from Michael's cock she drew back her knees as far as she could and held them with her arms, putting her pussy in the perfect position to be penetrated by the meaty thickness of his bloated organ. She licked her lips and watched him knowingly. "I mean, what's keeping you? I already told you I'll do anything you want me to, lover." Michael said nothing. Instead he only panted and kept his eyes riveted on the hair-fringed fissure of her cunt, as if he were unable to look anywhere else. Something in the back of his mind told him that this was his first sexual experience and he should savor it, but he was unable to wait any longer. His erection was swollen to painful tumescence. He could feel the blood coursing through its blue-veined length, the sac of his testicles drawn tight and throbbing along the underside of his dick, and he knew that if he didn't ram every inch of it into Francine's cunt immediately he might cum outside of her. "All right," Michael muttered vaguely. He removed his hand from his rampant prick and stepped between Francine's willingly splayed thighs. He could see the bulbous head of his engorged member wavering and twitching before the pouting lips of her cunt, and the sight sent another shiver of lust through his loins. Panting, Michael held the base of his throbbing dick between his thumb and forefinger and carefully moved it forward until the spongy head rested against the opening of her vagina. Immediately he felt the wet lips contract around the mushroom shaped head, dilating wetly around its bulbous thickness as if to encourage it deep into her cuntal sheath. Michael groaned and shuddered and put his hands on Francine's outstretched knees for support; the top of the mattress was level with his hips, and he would not even have to stoop forward in order to fuck her. Then he instinctively flexed the lean cheeks of his buttocks, and then he slowly began to thrust his tumescent member into the tight, clasping warmth of her hair-fringed pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Michael," Francine sighed breathlessly. Her cheeks flushed with the momentary shock of penetration. She could feel the first inch of his cock inside her, and it was enormous; already she could sense that the thickness of his organ would stretch her vaginal walls as far as they could go. Then she felt herself becoming accustomed to his size. A dreamy, lurid smile of pleasure spread across her face, and she unconsciously relaxed completely on the bed. "That's good, Michael," she mewled softly. "Mmmmmm! You're doing just fine. Don't be afraid of hurting me, lover; I can take it. Just go ahead and fuck me, Michael... unhhhh! Fuck me as hard as you want."
"Ohhh," Michael groaned. His breathing quickened, and for a second he felt so overwhelmed by the tightness of Francine's pussy that he thought he might faint. He lowered his eyes and stared at the length of his erection boring into her body.
He could see half of his shaft buried inside her, and the wet, clasping circle of her vaginal lips enclosing the bloated stiffness of his organ; even as he looked at the obscene spectacle Francine forcibly contracted the muscles of her loins, making her cuntal walls squeeze deliciously around his swollen prick. Michael grinned and raised his eyes. His lips pursed into a low moan of excitement, and he quickly thrust the remaining four inches of his blood-engorged member into her gurgling slit.
"Unhhhhhhhh," Francine whimpered. Her nostrils flared, and she automatically closed her eyes as she felt the familiar sensations of arousal permeate her entire body. Michael's prick was huge, even larger than her husband's. He hadn't even started to move it inside her yet, but already its thickness and length seemed to fill her completely. Francine groaned and rolled her head to one side. She'd been right; Michael had made her cum only a few minutes before, but she was as eager for sex now as if she hadn't orgasmed all night.
"Does that feel good?" Michael asked. He looked at Francine queryingly and kept his cock motionless inside of her; in spite of his excitement he still felt nervous for her approval.
"Fuck me Michael," Francine groaned lasciviously. She grimaced and shut her eyes tighter. Then she suddenly threw up her long tapering legs, folding them around Michael's back and thus drawing him closer between her nakedly splayed thighs. "Please darling, do it right now... move your hips back and forth and stroke it through my pussy... please Michael, fuck me! Do it really hard!"
Michael opened his eyes wide and stared at Francine almost disbelievingly. He had been masturbating to the idea for years, but he had never really believed that he was capable of arousing any woman so much. It seemed impossible to him that the mere presence of his erection inside her body could make her practically beg him for copulation. But that was exactly what she was doing, and the realization of his own power excited him still further.
"Jesus," Michael whispered reverently. He studied Francine's agonized expression and smiled happily. She wanted him to fuck her; the more he enjoyed it, the more she'd beg for more; he could do anything he wanted... Michael tensed his muscles and slowly withdrew the shaft of his engorged member from the animalish warmth of her pussy, sighing as he felt the lips of her cunt suck needfully at his erection. Then he quickly buried it all the way back in again. Then he grunted and rhythmically flexed his buttocks, eagerly stabbing the thick staff of his organ again and again into the pouting lips of her cunt.
"Awwwwwwwww," Francine squealed. Her cheeks flushed with her ravenous passion, and she began to roll her head wildly on the mattress. "Fuck me Michael, fuck me!" she mewled shamelessly. She raised her hips and tightened the grip of her thighs around his lean, muscular back; she didn't want him to get away from her, not now that he was giving her so much pleasure. Then she began to grind her jiggling buttocks cheeks furiously on the bed, shamefully meeting every thrust of Michael's meaty erection into the ravaged slit of her pussy. "Awwwwwww harder lover, harder! Unhhhhhhhh! Oh Michael that feels so good! Unnggghhhhhh! Awwwww fuck me harder! Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock and make me cum!"
"Yeahhhhh," Michael sighed lewdly. His face reddened, and the sweat began to pour from his forehead; he was panting like a horse, working as hard as he could. Michael lowered his eyes and again stared intently at the picture of his throbbing shaft boring into Francine's vagina. The lips of her wet pussy seemed even wetter and more swollen than before; she was like a swamp down there, every pore of her loins hungrily sucking at the bloated stiffness of his prick. Michael winced and closed his eyes. With every thrust of his rampant cock he could feel the walls of her vagina milking juicily around his shaft; the pleasure was unbearably intense, and he knew that when he came inside her his orgasm would empty his testicles of every ounce of semen he had. Michael leaned further over Francine's body, wanting to be in an even better position to hammer his dick into her. He dug his hands into the mattress to either side of her shoulders and fucked her even harder, furiously stabbing his engorged member into her gurgling pussy in a frenzy of irresistible desire.
"Unh unh unhhhhhh," Francine squealed. "Fuck me Michael, fuck me!" She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him hotly into her body. As he continued to drive his enormous prick into her cunt she rubbed her stiffened nipples into her chest and showered his face with kisses; she felt a need to have every part of his body touching her, a possessive inability to let go of the source of all her pleasure. "Oh Michael you're so good," she burbled weakly. She kissed him hard on the lips and scratched her fingernails deeply into the lean flesh of his back, unable to resist the expression of her guttural sexual heat. Every inch of her body tingled with the pleasure of the fucking; she could feel her loins drawing closer and closer to orgasm, brought there by the massive stiffness of her cousin's erection. "You're so good Michael, you're so good," she repeated senselessly. "Unhhhhhhhhhh! Harder Michael harder! Your cock is so big... awwwww yes yes harder! Fuck me! Awwwwwww please fuck me as hard as you can!"
Then Francine realized she was about to cum a second time. Her breath caught in her chest, and she felt her cheeks flush deeply with blood. She raised her long tapering legs as far as she possibly could, throwing them around Michael's upper back and lifting her hips until his cock was boring directly downwards into her pussy. Then she began to pound her hips wildly on the mattress in an animalistic frenzy of arousal, wanting every inch of his wonderfully big, hard dick buried within the pouting lips of her moist pussy. She was cumming... she was cumming right now...
"Unnngghhhhh!" Francine squealed. Her lips drew back across her teeth, and she writhed on the mattress so wildly that the bed shook beneath them. "Awwwwwwwww fuck me Michael I'm cumming! Unngghhh! Unnngghhhhhh! I'm cumming! Awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwww fuck me I'm cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnngggggggggg..."
The spasms of orgasm coursed through Francine's body again and again and again. The walls of her vagina contracted almost violently around Michael's meaty erection; with every spasm they seemed to literally tug his member into her, clasping hungrily at the blue veined stiffness of his dick. It was more than Michael could stand. He groaned and shuddered and instinctively flexed his buttocks, burying his throbbing member to the very base within Francine's hair-fringed pussy. The sac of his testicles tightened along the underside of his cock; his prick stiffened until the pink skin was stretched painfully taut, and the bulbous head of his member throbbed achingly deep inside her. Then the load of his sperm gushed and spurted furiously from his pulsing erection. There was more of it than he had even anticipated, more than he had ever cum before in his life. It seemed to literally explode from his twitching cock head, shooting a torrent of creamy white seminal fluid again and again into Francine's gurgling cuntal slit.
"Ahhhhh," Michael sighed. All the air left his lungs, and he felt the muscles of his hips and thighs quiver pleasurably as his bloated testicles continued to empty themselves of semen. Then a wicked smile of lascivious consummation spread across his youthful face. Michael sighed and looked down at his prick. The tumescent base still filled Francine's ravaged pussy completely, but he could feel it softening inside her; soon it would be completely flaccid. Michael delicately held the trunk of his cock between his fingers and slowly pulled back his hips, beginning to take his organ out of her.
"Oh no, Michael, don't do that," Francine whimpered huskily. Michael raised his eyes and looked at her. Her lips were again pursed slightly her eyes were moist and full and heavy; she looked as if she'd fallen in love with him. Francine giggled and licked her lips. She brought her finger to her tongue, then trailed its wet tip over Michael's chest, titillating his small male nipples. "You don't have to take it out of me quite yet, lover," she whispered softly. "I mean, darling, that's the very first rule. The woman has to be completely satisfied. And I'm not satisfied yet, Michael; it'll take at least the rest of the night to do that."
Michael looked at Francine's shameless expression and grinned from ear to ear.
Her words were more bold and open than anything he'd ever heard before; already he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen again inside of her, prompted by the salaciousness of her desires, and he knew that within another minute they would both be fucking wildly. Michael leaned forward and gave Francine an affectionate kiss on the cheek. No, he thought, it didn't matter; that she was his cousin, that she was married. All that was important was that she was going to keep on giving it to him. And he was willing to take it, every time.
CHAPTER FIVE
"... 40 degrees right now at midnight, might drop another ten points by sun-up, big winds rolling on in out of the East; I'll tell you, it is one cold cold night out here in the country. This is Doug Watts broadcasting to all you other insomniacs out of the big KLOW right here in Pallet. Button up your overcoats and prepare to sit a spell, cause we got ourselves a Hank Williams classic from days gone by... "
"Oh Lord," Louisa sighed. She shook her head and quickly leaned across the sheets to flick the dial of the radio. Ordinarily she loved Hank Williams as much as any good country person, but now she felt that one of his ballads might depress her. But there was nothing else on. KLOW was the only radio station in Pallet (which was lucky to have even one) and the others were so far away they could only be reached in good weather; all she could get out of the radio was a dry buzzing sound. Louisa grimaced and finally turned it off. She pulled the blankets up to her shoulders and huddled just listening. She told herself not to, knew that it would only depress her further if she found what her ears were searching for, but she couldn't help it. Louisa shut her eyes tight and willed her limbs immobile, listening as intently as she could.
She heard it almost immediately. The sound was not very loud, as it came from the other end of the house, but there was nothing to compete with it; at midnight in the country Louisa was used only to hearing the wind, rustling leaves and an occasional bullfrog. The sound was a deep, hollow, rhythmic thumping. It resembled a branch knocking against the roof, but after checking once Louisa had discovered that was not what it was. It came from Michael's bedroom; it was the sound of Francine and he fucking. The reason Louisa could recognize it now was that it was punctuated by sporadic groaning.
"Oh no," Louisa said. She grimaced angrily and covered her ears with her hands. But that was no use; now that she had heard the sound once she was sure she could hear it constantly, even if she had blocked her eardrums with cotton. Louisa groaned with resignation and turned onto her side in the bed. Already she could feel the pouting lips of her virgin pussy moistening with arousal, and she furiously clamped her milk white thighs shut in an effort to dispel the feelings of sexual excitement. But that was no use either. The feelings seemed to grow within her, spreading and tingling through her loins like some kind of fungus. It was horrible, Louisa thought; the idea of her own brother fucking Francine, a married woman, their cousin was the most shocking thing she had ever heard of. But that was exactly what made it so shamefully exciting, and every time Louisa heard it she wound up masturbating. Thinking about her brother, thinking about her brother's big stiff organ pounding wetly through her cousin's gurgling cunt. In the past few days she had masturbated more than in any month of her life.
The two of them had been going at it virtually non-stop for the past seventy two hours. It was possible that they had been doing it even longer than that, but Louisa doubted it, she was sure the first night was three days ago, when she heard 'the branch knocking against the roof the first time. Besides, it was such an obvious beginning. Even when Louisa had heard the groaning the first night she had assumed it might be her imagination; she had been unable to believe that Michael would do such a thing with his cousin. But after that everything had been completely, openly apparent to anyone who might have been listening. Louisa hadn't spoken a word to her brother in three days; she'd hardly even seen him. Neither Francine nor he showed any inclination to come out of the bedroom. Chores had gone undone, crops had gone unplanted... all so the two of them could enjoy yet another orgasm together. They acted like the whole house belonged to them exclusively, Louisa thought angrily. Once she'd gone up, half out of curiosity and half out of genuine concern, to deliver a bowl of soup and some chicken. They hadn't acknowledged her knocking; they hadn't even had the decency to stay silent until she walked away. For a full minute Louisa had stood outside the door, the soup growing cold on the tray, listening to Michael commanding Francine to 'suck it harder' and the lurid sound of Francine's lips pursing wetly around her brother's erection. It was shocking, but Louisa had to admit that it excited her so much she didn't even mind doing her brother's chores. She'd only seen him twice since it had started. Both times had been in the hallway on his way to the bathroom, and both times he'd been stark naked. In a way that was worse than his copulating with Francine, but Louisa knew she didn't mind him revealing himself to her. It had been the first time she'd seen him without his clothes on, and she'd been unable to take her eyes from his flaccid organ, dangling lewdly between his thighs as he walked past her. It had looked enormous; she had masturbated thinking about that too.
"Oh God, "Louisa said miserably. Louisa whimpered and finally removed her hands from her ears. But the sound had not disappeared. It was even louder than before, the bed sounded as if it would break down the floor, and now Louisa could clearly hear Francine and Michael's moans as they fucked harder and harder. Louisa groaned under her breath and again sat upright under the covers. The pink lips of her labia were wet and swollen with the flow of her vaginal juices; she could feel her arousal growing more and more unbearable, her entire cuntal sheath pulsing with the need for orgasm. Louisa pushed the blankets into a tent over her hips and quickly pushed her hand down the firm expanse of her naked body, running her fingers through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. She knew it was terrible, but she couldn't help it; thinking of her brother fucking Francine excited her uncontrollably. She encircled her clitoris delicately between her thumb and forefinger. It felt hot and erect to her touch, and its sensitive pink flesh ached pleasurably as she held it. Then she quickly began to masturbate, wincing with the force of her arousal and rolling her head shamefully back and forth across the pillow.
"Louisa?" Robert's voice called. There was a light knocking at the door. "Louisa, are you awake? Can I come in?"
"Oh," Louisa said breathlessly. She opened her eyes quickly and stared at the door, a little surprised to be interrupted while masturbating. Especially by Robert: she hadn't seen him at all since his wife had begun sleeping with Michael, and she had assumed automatically that he was too embarrassed to come out of his room. Louisa pulled her hand out from under the sheets, smoothed down the blanket and changed her position on the bed. She took a book off the nightstand and turned it face down next to her, making it look as if she had been reading. Then she paused a moment to calm down; she didn't want her cheeks to be flushed, or her breathing heavy, or her body to show any signs of what she had been doing.
"Yes Robert, I'm awake," she answered finally, making her voice as cheerful as possible. "Come on in. It's not locked."
"Thanks," Robert answered. There was a shuffling sound behind the door, and then it opened into the room. "I just wanted to talk awhile," Robert said. "Couldn't sleep." He closed the door behind him, looked at Louisa and tried to smile.
"Oh... well, that's all right," Louisa said. "I couldn't sleep either; maybe we can just sit here and get nice and bored together!" She crinkled her lips and tried to smile pleasantly at her joke. But it was difficult. Robert looked as if he'd just emerged from a small war. His slacks and sweater were stained and rumpled, as if he'd been sleeping in them. He hadn't shaved and his hair was mussed; his skin had a sickly appearance to it, and his eyes were red, as if he'd been crying. Louisa stared at him for a moment, then caught her smile from drooping and averted her eyes. During the past three days she'd wondered if Robert knew of Francine's adulterous affair with her brother, and how he felt about it; now Louisa was sure she knew the answer to both questions.
"You'd kinda think it's so boring in the country already it'd be easy to get to sleep," Robert said. He grinned and laughed halfheartedly, but it only made him look more miserable. "I mean, you know, there's not much to do out here but... I guess it doesn't make any difference. You've got insomnia, you've got insomnia." Robert shuffled his feet and laughed a little more weakly than before. He gestured towards the side of the bed. "You mind, uh, if I sit down for awhile? If you were in the middle of a book or something I, I mean, you don't have to or anything."
"No Robert, I don't mind," Louisa said. She smiled and considered making a joke about Robert's insecurity, but decided against it; he didn't look to be in a humorous mood. "It was a bad book anyhow."
"Thanks," Robert said. He walked across the room and sat nervously on the edge of the bed, staring away from Louisa at the wall and occasionally glancing self-consciously at his hands in his lap. "I just couldn't sleep, that's all," he said. "Sometimes you just can't, you know?"
"I understand," Louisa replied. She forced her face into a cheerful expression and smiled as happily as she could. But Robert didn't meet her eyes, and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything. After a few seconds Louisa lowered her eyes and began to study the pattern of the blankets. She was already beginning to feel as nervous and self-conscious as Robert did. His knowledge of Francine's adultery was so obvious from his appearance, but there was no way Louisa could politely talk to him about it, or even breach the subject. And yet it was equally impossible to be lighthearted under the circumstances. As the silence hung over the room Louisa stared at her hands and tried not to sigh. Francine and Michael's licentious behavior made her feel even more affectionate and protective towards Robert than she had before. She felt sorry for him. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know how she could.
"Ahhh," Louisa said finally. She cleared her throat and again fixed her face into a pleasant, cheerful smile, as if the two of them had been talking merrily since he'd come into the room. "Have you been sick or something, Robert? I haven't seen too much of you. Of course I've been pretty busy around the farm and all... "
"Do I look sick?" Robert asked quickly.
Louisa looked at him and caught her breath. He was staring directly at her now, and his eyes were shining. There was a heavy edge to his voice, and Louisa had a feeling that whatever was building up inside of him would soon break, right here in front of her, in her room. She averted her eyes quickly and tried to keep her expression from revealing anything.
"Why no, Robert," she said evenly. "It's just that I haven't seen you. You haven't been down for meals or anything. I didn't mean to imply anything by it."
"Yes, but that's what you were thinking, wasn't it?" Robert asked. The edge in his voice grew sharper, and his eyes seemed to widen. "I mean, you didn't come right out and say it, but I look sick, don't I? I mean, just look at me!" Robert gestured towards his rumpled clothes and stared at Louisa wildly. "I look like I've got pneumonia or something! Sick, real sick!"
"Why no, I wasn't thinking that at all," Louisa lied quickly. She flushed and glanced at Robert's face and then turned her eyes away again. "I mean, if you are sick... "
"You know why I'm sick, of course!" Robert exclaimed excitedly. He lunged suddenly from the bed and stood quivering next to it, staring at Louisa crazily and clenching his fists at his sides. "I mean, you live in the same house! You know what's going on around here! It's the most obvious thing in the world! I've got some pretty good reasons for being sick, don't I? Don't I?"
"Robert, I...," Louisa began.
"It's because my wife is fucking your goddamn brother, that's why!" Robert shrieked. The words exploded from his throat with sirenlike intensity, and for a second he seemed stunned by them himself; he stood absolutely motionless, his eyes unfocused and his entire body trembling with impotent rage. Then it was as if the last restraint had broken inside him, and he was free to do and say whatever he pleased. As Louisa watched him, feeling a mixture of pity and fear, he paced frantically around the room and spoke so loudly that his voice seemed to fill the whole room.
"Do you know what she said to me?" he said harshly. He glared at Louisa demandingly, as if she were honor bound to answer his question. "I confronted her with it, you know; I mean, it's not like I've just been sitting and waiting while she's been doing it with him! I asked her what she thought she was doing! I asked her, I told her, what the fuck do you think you are, some little slut!!!" Robert's voice rose to a shriek, then immediately diminished into a savage whisper: "some little whore who goes around fucking her own cousin? Some little cunt, just spreads her legs... and you know what she said to me? Do you? She didn't say a goddamn thing! She just laughed in my face! Laughed at me! And then she said, 'how would you know about whores, you can't even get it up for me!' She called me impotent! I'm not impotent! I've never been impotent in my fucking life! But I'm not good enough for her, no, no, she's got to go off and fuck some young stud right under my goddamn nose! She doesn't give a shit if I know about it. She wants me to know about it. She'd like me to come into the goddamn room and watch him while he sticks his fucking cock into her! She doesn't give a shit about me at all... " Robert went on and on and on. His voice alternately boomed around the room and fell to an almost imperceptible whisper. For a moment he would stand absolutely still, breathing heavily and wiping his brow as if trying to contain himself. Then something would anger him anew, and he would again march bellowing around the room, waving his arms and appearing like some demented caricature of a drill instructor. Louisa lowered her eyes and forced herself to stare steadily at the blankets; she knew instinctively that when Robert recovered he would not want to know she had been looking at him. It occurred to her that most women would be revolted by such a display of almost feminine weakness, but Louisa did not feel revolted at all. Instead she felt even more protective and affectionate towards him than she had before. He was such a sweet man, she thought, so gentle and innocent and insecure. What Francine had done to him was unforgivable; Louisa knew that what he really needed was a woman who could watch out for him, who could take care of his emotions.
And Louisa knew she wanted to be that woman herself. It was terrible, but even while he ranted she felt the pouting lips of her tight pussy becoming wetter and wetter with her juices, her entire vaginal sheath pulsing with the need for copulation. It was as if Robert's misery didn't disturb her at all. Instead it excited her, because it meant that he and Francine might break up and she would have every handsome, sensitive inch of him all to herself. Louisa closed her eyes and clamped her thighs tightly together. No, she told herself. She couldn't give in to her desires; she had to do what was right, no matter what it cost her personally.
Suddenly all the fire seemed to vanish from Robert at once. For the umpteenth time he shouted that Francine was a whore, a dirty little cunt. Then he paused in mid sentence, and his body relaxed as if all the air had been let out of it. He turned to Louisa and looked at her silently. His expression was gently and utterly desperate; his eyes appeared moist with tears. He took a step towards the bed and seemed to hesitate. Then he suddenly hurled himself onto it, wrapping his arms around Louisa's waist and burying his head into her stomach.
"Oh Louisa," he sighed. He grimaced in agony, and the tears rolled silently down his cheeks. "Louisa, oh God, what am I going to do?"
"Oh Robert," Louisa sighed. She looked down at him and smiled and ran her fingers gently through his hair. The realization that he was hugging her like a helpless, vulnerable child made the sense of protectiveness in her rise to the point of overflowing; she was about to start crying herself. "That's all right, Robert, that's all right..
"I can't stand it Louisa, I can't stand it," Robert moaned. "I swear I can't. All she ever does is treat me like I'm... like I'm so much dirt. I've been as good to her as I can and she just, she just... laughs at me. She just calls me names and spits in my face!"
"It's all right, Robert," Louisa said gently. She looked down at him lovingly and tousled his hair. "You can tell me about it. I'll help you. It'll be all right, Robert. I promise."
"And she won't let me do anything with her," Robert continued miserably. "I try to be nice to her, I... I try to be a good husband pleasing her and all, and she won't even let me kiss her! We haven't slept together, we haven't in months, she won't even let me touch her and I need a woman so much. All she ever does is treat me like dirt... oh Louisa!"
Suddenly Robert jumped up from the bed. Before Louisa could stop him, before she was even aware of what he was doing, he hurled himself across her body and pressed his face tightly against hers. Immediately he began to kiss her passionately, sucking her lips with his own and pressing his tongue deeply into her mouth. His arm moved up her stomach and he wrapped his hands needfully around her enormous bosom through the blankets, hungrily kneading and squeezing the soft, resilient flesh of her ample breasts.
"Robert!" Louisa exclaimed. She gasped in shock and immediately tried to push him off of her. "Robert, no! Robert stop it... you can't do this! Robert, please!"
"Please Louisa!" Robert cried desperately. He fondled her breasts and tried to kiss her even more hotly. "Oh Louisa I need you, I need you so much! Please let me Louisa, please! I've got to do it, oh Louisa please!"
In spite of Louisa's protests Robert managed to find her mouth with his lips. He began to kiss her again, laving his tongue wildly against her own. Louisa tried to resist him only a moment longer. Then she felt the sensations of arousal grow uncontrollably intense in her loins, and all at once the resistance disappeared from her body. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, sighing as she felt the lips of her hair-fringed pussy swelling with her desire for his body. It didn't matter anymore. She knew he was Francine's husband and that what she was allowing him to do was terribly wrong, but she could no longer help herself. She loved Robert. She wanted to help him and protect him from the world. He needed the soft enveloping feminine warmth of her body, the pillow of her breasts and the clasping wetness of her pussy, and she wanted to give it to him... she wanted to give him all of her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
"All right, Robert," Louisa whispered. She pushed the blankets down to her waist, revealing the milk-white flesh of her naked torso and the large, jiggling globes of her rounded breasts. Robert immediately clasped her right breast in his palm, and Louisa felt a shudder of ravenous passion course through her gurgling vagina. She sighed and smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, gently pushing his head towards her stiffly distended nipples. "All right, Robert, go ahead," she said softly. "I want to do it too."
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh Louisa," Robert murmured. He raised his head and looked at her lovingly, his eyes shining with gratitude. Then he returned his attention to her amply endowed bosom. Her nipples were gorgeous. The areolas were large and round and dusky pink; the nipples seemed to stand a full half-inch from their reddish base, distended taut with desire. Robert tightened his hand around her right breast and began to knead it gently, squeezing and folding the resilient flesh of her mammary. He lowered his head and ran his tongue wetly across its ivory smooth surface. His mouth found her nipple and his lips encircled it. Then he began to suck it hungrily, pulling at her stiffened teat as if he expected to draw milk.
"Ohhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her face flushed with arousal, and she automatically relaxed and closed her eyes. Already Robert's sucking was making her extremely horny; she could feel the tingling in her loins growing more insistent, the wetness in her pussy seeping down and moistening the tender flesh of her inner thighs. "That feels good, darling," Louisa whispered. She smiled pleasurably and pressed her palm gently against the nape of his neck, encouraging him to suck her nipple harder.
"Ummmgghhhh," Robert murmured. He continued to suck her breast, and as he did so his misery seemed quickly displaced by his lust. His sucking became more urgent; Louisa could feel his teeth biting carelessly into the sensitive flesh of her glans, the wetness of his saliva luridly coating the milk-white flesh of her bosom. Robert pushed his free hand down the firm expanse of Louisa's waist, expertly caressing her. He thrust the blankets off her entirely. Then he moved his fingers down her lower stomach towards the hair-fringed fissure of her virginal pussy. Louisa felt his hand run through the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. A second later she felt his fingers touch the wetness of her cunt. Robert inserted the tip of his index finger into the pouting, moist lips and began to masturbate her gently, skillfully titillating the erected pink bud of her clitoris.
"Unnnhhhhhh," Louisa mewled. Her breath caught in her throat, and her entire body tensed and coiled at once. For a moment she wondered if she would be able to bear the intense pleasure. She had never had a man caress her like this before, and it felt incredibly good; the strange touch of his fingers was already infinitely more satisfying than her masturbating had ever been. "Oh Robert," Louisa whimpered. She flushed and winced and shook her head on the mattress, beginning to writhe uncontrollably as the sensations of animalish lust coursed through her loins. Her back tensed and arched; instinctively she contracted the muscles of her small, peach shaped buttocks and lifted the cheeks off the bed, pushing her lush pubic mound needfully into Robert's finger. "Oh darling... oh darling that's so good," she whimpered. "Oh Robert... ohhhhhhh... oh darling... ohhhhh... " Robert said nothing in response. Any unhappiness he had felt had been completely swallowed by the force of his male passion; he seemed to be in a trance. He puckered his cheeks and sucked Louisa's swollen breast furiously, tugging and milking her stiffly distended nipple as far into his mouth as he could. At the same time he pushed the rest of the fingers of his hand into the tender juncture of Louisa's long tapering legs. His index finger stroked through the sizzling cleft of her pussy more and more wildly. His thumb touched the upper side of her clitoris and pressed it gently, making Louisa's hips gyrate momentarily on the bed. Then he stiffened his index and forefinger and slid them wetly into her tight cunt, inserting them until his knuckles touched the outer lips of her hair-fringed vagina.
"Unngghhh!" Louisa groaned hotly. Her wince immediately evolved into a grimace. She no longer felt pitying towards Robert, or at all protective; instead she felt extremely horny, and she could hardly wait to have his big pulsing organ buried deep inside her. Louisa flared her nostrils and shook her head helplessly on the mattress; her face flushed red with her agonizing lust, and she unconsciously drew back her lips to bare her teeth. "Oh Robert... unnngghh! Unngghhhhh! Unnggghhhh!" She pressed her hand hard into his neck and pulled his head into her enormous breasts. Then she suddenly threw her milk-white thighs as far apart as they would go, digging her small feminine heels into the sides of the bed and wantonly thrusting up the nakedly splayed fissure of her cunt into his fingers. "Oh Robert, oh God more! More!" she whispered needfully. "Unnngghhhh! Oh God... God... unnnggghhhhh!"
"Are you ready, Louisa?" Robert asked. He thrust his fingers wetly into her gurgling slit and looked up at her inquiringly. His face was reddish, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead; he was obviously extremely excited.
"Yes," Louisa said quickly. She averted her eyes and blushed with embarrassment; she had never shown her arousal to a man before, and it made her feel more naked than actually being without her clothes. "Yes, I'm ready. I'm very ready, Robert. Hurry!"
"All right," Robert panted. He climbed off the bed and quickly pulled off his clothes. Louisa blushed and continued staring at the far wall. She could feel his weight leaving the mattress, and then she heard the sound of his sweater, slacks and shoes being tossed carelessly onto the floor. Louisa blushed more deeply and closed her eyes. Her pussy was wet and throbbing with her animalish heat, and it made her feel ashamed, ashamed to know that all she wanted was Robert's thick erection pounding deep inside her cunt. In spite of all her masturbatory fantasies she had never really believed that sex would be like this. She had thought it would be tender and loving; instead it was purely physical, and though she secretly wanted it that way she felt humiliated by her own desires.
"All right," Robert repeated.
Louisa opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Immediately she felt something give way in her stomach, flooding her cuntal sheath completely with the juices of her arousal. Her eyes widened, and her lips pursed with shock. Robert was completely naked. His body was lean and hard and very masculine; in the light of the bedroom Louisa could see his thick muscles gleaming with sweat, the hair matted across his chest and thighs. And his penis... his penis was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. It seemed to grow endlessly out of the thick tufts of his pubic hair, like some gorgeous sexual plant. Louisa stared at the thick, meaty shaft, the bulbous cock head twitching luridly against his stomach and the tangle of blue veins that ran down the length of the blood-engorged stalk.
"Oh God," Louisa murmured unconsciously. For a second longer she continued to stare blatantly at the stiffened length of Robert's dick, unable to take her eyes off it. Then she again rolled onto her back. She splayed her milk-white thighs as far apart as they would go and planted her heels firmly into the bed, putting herself into the perfect position to have her cunt reamed out by the bloated, swollen shaft of his member. The last traces of embarrassment and inhibition had vanished from her mind. She felt purely horny now, like a dog in heat. All she wanted now was for him to fuck her. His cock was so big and hard, and it stood out so stiffly; just looking at it made her vagina throb with a force she had never imagined. She didn't care if she was a virgin, or if she shouldn't be giving herself to another woman's husband. All she knew was that she had to have that gorgeous prick inside her, pounding through the clasping wetness of her pussy again and again and again.
"Louisa," Robert said softly. He stared into her eyes, and now it was he who appeared embarrassed. "Louisa, I guess you're probably a virgin."
"Yes," Louisa said. She pushed her fingers between her thighs and shamelessly fondled the pouting lips of her pussy, staring at his cock blatantly. "Come inside me, Robert," she mewled hotly. "Please darling, come inside me right now."
"Well, if you're a virgin," Robert began. He caught himself and lowered his eyes. "Well, it's going to hurt, probably. I mean, we ought to take this kind of slowly."
"I don't care," Louisa said simply. She whimpered and stared at the meaty shaft of Robert's erection and rubbed her cunt harder. "Come inside me, Robert, please. It doesn't matter. It won't hurt. Just make love to me. Now Robert, now!"
"Oh," Robert said softly. He knitted his forehead and studied Louisa carefully, as if he were making some sort of all encompassing judgment. Then everything in his manner changed completely. His shy, tentative smile stretched into a wicked, confident grin. For the first time he looked at her body without any sense of self-consciousness, and as he took in the full swell of her breasts, her long tapering legs and the mouthwatering curvaceousness of her seventeen-year-old body his entire face seemed to glow with lust.
"I get it," Robert said leeringly. "You just want me to fuck you. Don't you?"
Louisa blushed at the guttural obscenity and averted her eyes. She had been raised not to use such words, and hearing them spoken so casually embarrassed her. Then the ravenous passion of her desires became more than she could stand. She turned her eyes back to Robert's cock and continued to openly rub the swollen lips of her pussy, whimpering as the sensations of lust grew stronger and stronger in her loins.
"Yes, Robert," Louisa said. "I want you to fuck me." She thrust her fingers into her cunt, masturbating openly to the sight of his throbbing organ. Her face was as serious as a junkie preparing a fix; she felt she needed the warm stiffness of his dick more than anything in her life. "I want to feel your cock in my pussy, Robert," she said, enunciating the words with shameless precision. "I want to feel it going back and forth, in my cunt. Fuck me, Robert. Fuck me hard!"
"Well," Robert said. "I guess you do at that." He studied Louisa and grinned, amused by the transformation that had overtaken the conservative, voluptuous girl from the country. Then he climbed onto the bed. He knelt between Louisa's nakedly splayed thighs and stared at her pussy, almost salivating as he stared at the pink, virgin lips of her incredibly tight vagina. He leaned forward and planted his hands into the mattress to either side of her shoulders, steadying himself so that his body was poised over hers. Then he gradually lowered his hips, stopping when the spongy, bulbous head of his bloated organ touched lewdly against the sizzling cleft of her pussy.
"Unnngghhhhhh!" Louisa mewled lasciviously. Her eyes closed and her entire face seemed to glaze over with uncontrollable lust. "Fuck me Robert, fuck me!" she whimpered. She grimaced and reached between their bodies for his organ, frantically trying to pull it inside her body. "Unnnhhhhhh! Oh Robert... please oh please... fuck me!"
"Whatever you say, Louisa," Robert replied simply. He looked at her agonized, contorted expression and grinned lewdly. He felt completely in control of the situation; she wanted his body, and he had exactly what she needed. Robert lowered his hips and pressed the head of his throbbing erection into the moist folds of Louisa's cunt. Immediately he felt her vaginal lips clasp hungrily around it, and a deep gasp escaped his throat. Her pussy was tighter than he had ever imagined. He had never fucked a virgin before, but this would be incredible. It would be like thrusting himself into a sexual milking machine. Robert groaned and steadied his hips over her. Then he slowly pressed the blue-veined thickness of his organ into her, slowly, deliciously sliding his blood-engorged member into the clasping warmth of her cunt.
"Awwwww," Louisa mewled. A deep blush permeated her girlish cheeks, and she instinctively gritted her white teeth tight. In spite of her horniness she expected Robert's huge cock to hurt her. Her muscles were tense in preparation for the pain, the tendons of her hips and knees locked against it. Then she felt Robert's organ sliding into her cunt. It didn't hurt at all; it was as if her arousal were so ravenous that it had flooded her vagina with lubrication, washing away all the restrictions and leaving only the pleasure behind. Louisa moaned and smiled wantonly and wriggled her hips. She could feel Robert's throbbing member boring into her now, and it felt incredible; the walls of her cunt seemed stretched to the point of bursting, clasping and sucking tightly at the blue veined shaft in a reflexive effort to draw more of it inside her.
"Unnngghhh," Louisa whimpered. She stopped gritting her teeth and relaxed on the mattress. Robert's stiffened prick was still pushing into her; she could feel more of it entering her cunt, driving into the very center of her body. "Unnnhhhh! Oh Robert! Ohh... ohhhh... fuck me Robert, fuck me!" Louisa squealed salaciously. She splayed her milk white thighs as far apart as she could and dug her heels hard into the mattress for support. Then she eagerly began to buck her hips, shamelessly driving her lush pubic mound into the stabbing impalement of Robert's erection.
"Easy baby, easy," Robert muttered hoarsely. He winced and inserted the last inch of his dick into her, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy. For a moment he paused to savor the sensations of his first virgin. Her cunt was almost painfully tight; he could feel every inch of his massive prick encased by the sucking folds of her vagina, milking it deep inside her. Robert groaned and tried to steady himself. The combination of Louisa's tight pussy and her mouthwateringly voluptuous body were arousing him to the point of hysteria; his testicles were completely clotted with the load of his semen, and he knew it would not be long before he spurted his cum deep into Louisa's womb. Sweating and breathing heavily, Robert tensed his body between Louisa's thighs. Then he quickly began to flex the lean cheeks of his buttocks, rhythmically sliding the pink shaft of his blood engorged member in and out of her hair fringed pussy.
"Unhunh unhunh unnnnnnhhhhhhhh," Louisa whimpered. Her jaw dropped open with the force of her guttural pleasure, and she turned her head to one side. As Robert began to hammer his bloated prick into her cunt she could feel every pore in her loins driving up to meet him. With every thrust of his cock the ecstasy seemed to intensify, becoming more than she could stand. "Fuck me Robert, fuck me!" she squealed wantonly. She threw up her long tapering legs and wrapped them needfully around his back, hungrily drawing his hips and his cock deeper into her. Then she eagerly began to pound her jiggling buttocks cheeks off the bed to meet every jarring blow of his meaty erection. "Unh Robert! Unnnhhh unhh unhhhh oh God ohhh yes oh I can't stand it! Harder Robert harder! Fuck me! Awwwwwwwwww fuck me fuck me as hard as you can! Ohhhhh Robert it feels so goood! Unhhh! Unhhhhh unhhhhhh unhhh unhhhhhhhh . . "
"Jesus!" Robert grunted reverently. A deep groan escaped his throat; he felt his cheeks coloring like a girl, and the sweat running feverishly down his forehead. He had never fucked a woman like this, never in his life! Louisa's pussy was so tight and wet, and her vaginal muscles were so strong; she could feel them clinging to his organ, contracting lusciously around the blue veined stiffness of his cock with every thrust he delivered into her body. Robert gritted his teeth and struggled to control himself. The load of his sperm was literally churning in his bloated testicles, threatening to burst forth in a gusher of creamy white fluid deep into Louisa's body. He didn't want that yet... he wanted to keep on balling her... he wanted to fuck her as long as he possibly could.
"God," Robert moaned. He relaxed his hands and let his body sink into the ivory smoothness of Louisa's torso. His lips again found the milk white flesh of her bosom. Her breasts felt firm and swollen; her nipples were distended stiff and hard from her silver dollar sized aureolas, as erect as they could possibly get. Robert lowered his mouth to her right nipple and began to suck it much harder than before, drawing the taut tip deep into his mouth and chewing hungrily on the sensitive skin. At the same time he redoubled the movement of his hips between her willingly parted thighs. He hammered his blood engorged member into her gurgling pussy in an animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking her as hard as he could.
"Awwwwwwwww!" Louisa shrieked. Her body stiffened and her breathing stopped momentarily, as if she could not stand the genital heat that raged through her loins. Then her cheeks regained their color, and shameless smile of sexual pleasure spread across her face. She had it all now, everything her body had pleaded for. Robert was fucking her extremely hard. She could feel the big hard shaft of his organ boring rhythmically into her, driving deep into her belly and hammering wetly through the pouting lips of her pussy. With every stroke the upper side of his organ touched the throbbing bud of her clitoris, sending exquisite waves of sensation coursing through her hips and cunt and belly. Louisa groaned and whimpered and wrapped her legs more tightly around his heaving back, concentrating all of her thoughts into the delicious rhythm of their fucking. Her entire body tingled and shuddered with lust, and every thrust of Robert's rock hard member gave her new pleasure; she knew she was going to cum very soon.
Then Louisa felt herself beginning to orgasm. The flush of her cheeks spread down to her chest and shoulders, coloring the jiggling orbs of her breasts a rosy pink. She felt her muscles tighten and her back arch, needfully thrusting her gurgling slit all the way over his throbbing erection. Louisa whimpered helplessly, threw her arms around Robert's shoulders and held him as close as she could. The sweat beaded luridly over her face, and she was breathing so hard she could hear herself panting. Any second, she thought, any second.
Then the spasms overtook her. "Unnngghhhhhh!" Louisa moaned. Her nostrils flared with animalish desire, and she shook her head helplessly on the mattress. "Fuck me Robert! Unh unhhhh I'm cumming Robert fuck me! Awwwwwwwwwwwww yes yes I can feel it I'm cuummming! Awwwwwww... awwwwwww... nnnggghhhhh I'm cumming cuuuummmiiiinnnngggggggg! Awwwwwwwww... awwwwwwwww... awwwwwww... " The spasms of orgasm racked Louisa's body again and again. For a second they were so intense they were actually painful. Robert's engorged member felt so large in her virginal pussy; the sharp contracting of her vaginal muscles around his bloated prick made her thighs ache and her stomach knot with the effort. Then it was as if a dam had been broken, and the only thing remaining within her was the delicious pleasure of consummation. As the spasms subsided Louisa mewled wantonly and relaxed her limbs; a shameless smile of fulfilled desire spread across her face.
"Oh Robert," Louisa sighed giddily. She clasped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly, wetly thrusting her tongue in his mouth in gratitude for the sexual ecstasy he had given her. She could still feel his organ throbbing stiffly inside her, as hard and erect as a steel poker, and she knew that within a few minutes she would be ready to fuck him all over again. Louisa smiled adoringly and looked shyly into Robert's eyes. She felt more satisfied than ever before in her life, and she needed to know that he felt satisfied too.
But Robert did not look happy or satisfied at all. Instead there was something in his face that Louisa had never seen before. He was smiling at her, but his smile was neither innocent nor grateful; he did not appear at all like the Robert she had learned to love. He looked like a sadist, almost. His smile was more like a wicked, licentious grin; there was a strange gleam in his eyes that seemed as if it could never be satisfied by anything.
"Robert," Louisa said softly. She studied his face and felt her own happiness cloud over; her muscles tightened with instinctive, unstated fear. "Robert, darling, what is it? What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter," Robert replied simply. His voice wasn't the same either; it was cold and confident and vaguely contemptuous. "Nothing's the matter at all. Why don't you look at the door?"
A deep shudder of fear ran up Louisa's spine. She averted her eyes and looked at the floor, for a second trying to think of nothing at all. She knew what was going to happen next; she knew they were no longer alone in the room, and she knew who would be watching them. It was impossible that she should know anything, but there was no doubt in her mind. Ever since Robert and Francine had come to the farm, ever since she had first felt attracted to him, she had sensed subliminally the shame and degradation that had been coming for her all the long.
Finally Louisa raised her eyes and looked at the door. It was open, as she had expected. A blush of humiliation coursed through her cheeks. She bit her lower lip and opened her eyes wide, shocked and surprised in spite of herself. "Oh no," she whispered softly. "Oh my God. No."
It was Francine and Michael. They were standing in the doorway, smiling at her, openly taking pleasure in the spectacle of her naked body pressed against Robert. Both of them were completely naked. For the first time Louisa could see Francine's figure, and she realized why Robert had married her: she was slender and shapely and beautifully tanned, the very picture of sexual excitement. Michael was the perfect match for her. His body was lean and hard and rugged, showing all the years of hard labor he had put into the farm. As he stared at her, stared lustfully at his own sister, his cock was completely hard. It was long and thick and stiff, even bigger than Robert's. Louisa could see its meaty length emerging from his loins like an iron battering ram; the spongy, bulbous head beating stiffly with its engorgement of blood.
"Hi ya, sis," Michael said crudely. He grinned at Louisa and exchanged a meaningful glance with Francine. They both entered the room. Michael closed the door behind them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mi-Michael," Louisa said breathlessly. She dug her fingers fearfully into Robert's hips and looked frantically around the room, hoping to see some sign of decency or restraint in their faces. But there was none. Louisa shuddered and wriggled on the mattress. She was beginning to feel very afraid. Her hips and buttocks were painfully taut; she could feel the inner muscles of her vagina contracting around the bloated shaft of Robert's erection. "Michael, what... what are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to come into my room... like this."
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Michael said harshly. He stepped away from Francine and walked to the foot of the bed, staring openly at his sister's naked body. There was something in his expression that Louisa had never seen before. Francine had changed him; he looked cold and wicked and terribly strong, like there was nothing that could stop him from achieving his sexual desires.
"You think I just came in here to have a conversation?" he continued bluntly. His voice was tinged with a mixture of anger and excitement; Louisa could see him sweating profusely, as if he were feverish. "Yeah; maybe we could just sit around and talk about livestock, with none of our clothes." He laughed shortly and glanced at Francine; she smiled subtly and leaned against the wall. Michael shook his head slowly. "Unh-unh, baby sister. I've wanted you for a long time. You and that big beautiful body of yours. And now I'm going to have you."
"Oh," Louisa said softly. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, then opened them again and stared vaguely at the floor. Suddenly she realized that all her worst fears were about to come true. They were so terrible that she had never admitted them to herself overtly, but her unconscious had known of them all the long. Her own brother was going to fuck her. He was going to simply and cruelly take her, ravish her for his own pleasure against her will, and he was going to do it in front of two people who would feel no sympathy for her whatever. Robert wouldn't help her. Even before he'd begun his seduction Louisa had known deep down inside that he wasn't sincere, that he was only pretending insecurity and helplessness because he knew it was the best way to have sex with her. He was actually no better than any other man she'd ever met.
"Michael, please," Louisa began desperately. She raised her eyes and tried to control herself to look at her brother without crying. Her entire body seemed to have deserted her will entirely; her hands and legs shook noticeably, her stomach muscles tightened and knotted as if she were about to urinate uncontrollably, even with Robert's tumescent organ buried deep inside her. She felt like she was about to be raped in an alley. "Michael please, I'm your sister," she said softly. "Don't do this to me, Michael. Please don't... give me a chance."
Michael shook his head and grinned at her wickedly. "But I want to do it, Louisa, don't you see?" he said harshly. He walked to the side of the bed and stared lustfully at her mouthwatering nakedness. Louisa could see his organ growing even more erect, throbbing stiffly against his stomach. "All these years," he continued. "All these years of looking at you and wanting you, and I never did a goddamn thing about it." Michael dropped his hand to the milk-white flesh of Louisa's thigh and stroked it adoringly, as if he were patting a thoroughbred horse. "I used to jack off thinking about you; did I ever tell you that, little sister? Ever since you turned fourteen... I used to think about those big fine tits of yours, those long legs and that sweet little pussy, and I'd get so horny I'd do it again and again. But I never touched you, didn't even try. No; you were a virgin. You're my sister. I'm not supposed to do anything like that, am I?"
"Michael, please," Louisa repeated helplessly. She winced with embarrassment and looked at her brother pleadingly. But he didn't seem aware of her feelings at all. His face was angry and feverish. He didn't seem to be aware of Robert's presence on the bed at all, or anything besides her incredibly voluptuous body. It sounded as if he was speaking of some horrible oppressor that was finally about to be vanquished.
"Don't 'please Michael' me, little sister," Michael said harshly. He glared angrily at Louisa for a moment, then raised his eyes and studied the ceiling; when he continued it was as if she had not interrupted him at all. "All those years," he said. "All those years of thinking about you and wanting you, and not doing a thing. And it was perfect after they died, too. I mean," Michael shrugged and laughed, "we were all alone out here. Ain't nobody else around here going to keep us company except each other." Michael leered strangely. "We could have kept each other company real good, little sister. Every day and every night; we wouldn't have needed no other boy or girl at all. And we're going to start doing it, right now. Because I'm going to fuck you, little sister. I'm going to fuck you just as much as I want from here on in, and no matter what you say or do I'm going to keep on fucking you more!"
"Michael, no!" Louisa squealed. As she watched Michael's tortured, agonized expression her eyes filled with tears, and she knew she was about to start crying. Suddenly she writhed on the bed and tried to shake Robert's body off of her. She wanted to touch her brother; she didn't know why, but somehow she just wanted to touch him. She didn't hate him for what he said, or even feel disgusted. Instead it only made her love him all the more, as she always did towards people who were weakened and hurt by something they had no control over. In a way she knew that if he had confronted her with his feelings earlier she would probably have let him make love to her. There was nothing she wouldn't do for someone she loved.
But Louisa's gesture was misinterpreted, and her hand never touched her brother's arm. Suddenly it was as if a switch had been thrown and the entire room exploded into action. In one quick motion Robert turned over the bed, lying on his back and positioning Louisa over him, his meaty erection buried in her pussy and the rounded cheeks of her buttocks lifted provocatively in the air. Francine walked from the rear of the room to the side of the bed. She still said nothing, but Louisa could see her expression from the corner of her eye; it appeared excited and lecherous, like she was about to take pleasure in watching another woman get raped.
Then Michael climbed onto the bed. He knelt between Louisa's nakedly splayed thighs with his hips poised over the ivory smooth cheeks of her buttocks. There was a long pause; Louisa could feel his eyes on her, could feel his gaze hungrily running over the back of her perfectly formed legs, her long thick blonde hair and the peach shaped cheeks of her ass. Then she felt his hands dig into the flesh of her buttocks. His fingers splayed the cheeks wide apart, exposing the puckered ring of her anus.
"Michael!" Louisa shrieked. She grimaced and tried to turn her head on Robert's chest. For the first time it occurred to her that her brother might intend to take her there, and the thought filled her with intense physical fear. He couldn't, she thought, he just couldn't "Michael, what are you doing?" she cried hysterically. "Michael what are you going to do?!?!"
'It's the sweetest tightest hole in all the world, Louisa," Michael said lewdly. "Francine taught me all about it. It's the very best for the man, and believe me, it's just as good for the woman too. Besides, I mean, if I'm going to initiate you I might as well go all the way."
There was another pause. Louisa could still feel her brother's eyes on her, hungrily staring at the pink, hairless sphincter of her anal muscle. Then she felt his finger thrust into the rubbery grip of her rectum. A deep blush of mingled shock and embarrassment colored her cheeks; her eyes widened to golf ball size and she immediately began to writhe furiously on the bed, trying vainly to escape the inevitability of the sodomistic ravishment. He was going to take her there, she thought disbelievingly. He was actually going to fuck her up the ass!
"Michael stop it!" Louisa shrieked hysterically. She gritted her teeth and began to pummel his fists wildly on Robert's chest, wriggling her hips in an effort to loose the thick trunk of his engorged member from her pussy. "Michael you can't! Awwwwwwwww Michael please you're hurting me!"
"Don't worry, baby sister," Michael said wickedly. "I promise it won't hurt for very long." He giggled and continued to thrust his finger back and forth through her asshole, loosening her bowel tract for the size of his erected prick. "Mmmmmm, you've got a tight one, Louisa," he said. "This should really feel good!" Michael stiffened his index finger and thrust it hard into her anus, burying it until his knuckle touched the sizzling cleft of her nakedly splayed buttocks.
"Unnnggghhh! Michael stop it, awwwwwww! Stop it right now!" Louisa whimpered. She could feel her brother's finger twitching luridly within the fleshy lips of her asshole, pressing against the sides of her rectal sheath. It didn't feel good at all; it felt humiliating, like she was a little girl again and all her playmates had ganged up on her to play an unspeakably cruel joke. Louisa tightened her buttocks and tried to push her hips into Robert, wanting to get away from Michael's finger. "Michael I'm your sister," she pleaded helplessly. "Your sister Michael unnngghh your own sister! Don't rape your sister don't... unnghh! Ohhhhhhh!"
But Michael ignored her completely. Instead he worked his finger through her anal sheath harder and faster, darting it through the puckered ring of her rectum like some obscene hypodermic needle. Then suddenly his finger went away. Louisa tensed and gritted her teeth, preparing herself for what she knew would come next. A moment later she felt her brother's thighs touch the jiggling orbs of buttocks cheeks. His biceps touched her shoulders, and his hands dug into the mattress to either side of her; she could feel his breath coming hotly against her neck as he leaned over her. Then she felt something bulbous and spongy and very big press against the pink sphincter of her asshole, and she knew what was going to happen next.
"Michael no! No no no no no!" Louisa shrieked fearfully. She whimpered and gyrated her hips as hard as she could, trying to pull her anus away from the length of his blood-engorged member. "Let me go Michael! Awwwwwww! Let me go! Robert you bastard! Let go of me right now."
"Ahhhhh," Michael sighed. He repositioned his cock head against her asshole, inserting just enough of the tip so that she would be unable to get away from him. Then he paused. He looked down at the bare, milk-white cheeks of his sister's ass, and a lurid grin of expectation curled his lips broadly. He could see the tight, puckered lips of her rectum encircling the tip of his massive prick, encasing it like a small, hot mouth. Already he could feel the muscles of her anus contracting feverishly around his swollen glans, and the sensation was incredible; he knew that when he came his orgasm would be complete, harder than ever before, even with Francine. Michael chuckled and steadied himself behind Louisa's helpless nakedness, expertly positioning his hips so that he would be in the perfect position to drive his meaty erection into her most forbidden orifice. Then he slowly flexed his lean buttocks, sliding the first several inches of his blood-engorged member into the rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Unnnngggghhh!" Louisa grunted sharply. All the air seemed to leave her lungs at once. She felt suddenly weak and faint; her cheeks colored, and she unconsciously began to relax against Robert's body. She could feel Michael's huge organ driving into her, and it seemed to overwhelm everything; only a third of it was inside her, but the walls of her bowel tract felt as if they were stretched to the bursting point. Louisa groaned and writhed against Robert's chest, trying to pull away. She was being raped, she thought vaguely; her own brother was raping her up the ass, and her cousin and her husband were enjoying it just as much as he was. "No," Louisa mewled softly. Her eyes moistened with tears, and her face contorted into an agonized expression as she helplessly began to cry. "No Michael, oh nooo... unnggghhhh! Michael take it out of me... oh Michael it's too big... un-nnnggghhhh! Michael... unn... unnggg-hhhhhh!"
"Awwww, shit!" Michael muttered crudely. His face contorted in an expression of agonized passion, and a deep shudder coursed up his spine. Groaning, he lowered his eyes and stared at his twitching dick. He could see over half of it embedded in his sister's virgin anus, and the sight of her fleshy anal lips stretched around the blue veined stiffness of his member made him even hornier than before. Her asshole was so tight... the walls of her anal sheath seemed to cling to his meaty thickness like a milking machine, instinctively tugging and milking the load of his sperm out of his balls. Michael grunted and revolved his hips in a small circle, trying to loosen her bowel tract so he could get more of his cock inside her. But it was useless; her anus was so tight that he'd have to hammer his way in brutally if he was to get all of his cock inside her at all. Michael flexed his buttocks and steeled his hips in preparation. Then with one savage thrust he hammered his loins against the fleshy cheeks of his sister's rounded ass, driving every inch of his bloated organ into the clasping warmth of her forbidden bowel tract.
"UnnnngggghhhhhhhF' Louis grunted sharply. The muscles in her hips tensed to the point of cramping. Immediately unbearable waves of pain coursed through her rectum, knotting her stomach and making her loins ache with the size of her brother's prick inside her. "Michael!" she shrieked hysterically. Her pretty face contorted in an expression of pure agony, and her lips drew back to bare her teeth and gums. She tried to make herself start struggling again, but it was impossible; the pain was too much. "Unnnnngggggg-hhhhhhhhh! Michael stop... unnnnngg-hhhhh uunnn-ggghhhhhhhhh! "Unnnnn-gggghhhhhhhhhh! Michael stop... unnnnngghhhh uunnnnnnggggg-hhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaarrrrgggggg-hhhhhhhh Michael you're killing me! Awwwwwwwwwww take it out Michael take it... unnngghhhhhh!"
"Unnn-ggghhhhhhh Jesus!" Michael grunted happily. He winced and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of having all his engorged member buried in the clinging lips of his sister's bowel tract. He could feel the walls of her anus contracting around his stiffened erection, instinctively clasping around his blue veined shaft again and again. With a deep gasp Michael raised his hips, withdrawing the length of his throbbing member until only the bulbous head distended Louisa's asshole. Then he thrust it all the way in again. Groaning, sighing, he began to grind his hips in the rhythmic convulsions of fucking, thrusting his aching cock faster and faster into the rubbery grip of her rectum. "Come on Robert," he whispered savagely. "Fuck her cunt Robert... ohhhhh... unnnngggg-hhhhhh! Fuck her cunt hard, fuck her as hard as you can!"
"Yeah!" Robert said fiercely. It was the first word he had spoken since Michael and Francine had entered the room. His forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat, and his breathing was extremely heavy; it looked as if it had taken all his effort to restrain his orgasm so the sandwiching of Louis would be complete. Robert dug his fingers into the naked flesh of Louisa's hips and steadied himself beneath her, adjusting the bloated shaft of his erection within the pouting lips of her moist pussy. Then he quickly began to slide his twitching prick rhythmically into her cunt, timing his strokes so that he would meet Michael's rhythm perfectly.
Then they were both fucking her at once, furiously hammering their two pronged cock into her cunt and asshole in an animalistic frenzy of sadistic lust. Louisa groaned and relaxed completely between them helplessly relinquishing her body to the savagery of their ravishment. With every movement of Michael's hips his engorged member seemed to drive further into her bowels, and the pain was still incredible; it felt as if she were being operated on without an anesthetic, as if hard male fingers were digging deep inside her body and there was nothing she could do to stop them. But even the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of being raped so wantonly. Louisa whimpered and let her head rest against Robert's brawny chest. Her eyes became full and wet, and the tears began to run down her cheeks. They were just raping her. All of Robert's pretended insecurity and sensitivity had amounted to nothing; it had been just a ploy to seduce her with. Her own brother didn't care about her at all, and neither did Francine. All they cared about was her body. They just wanted to fuck her. Her breasts and thighs, her face and hips and belly; they were just something for them to suck and lick and fondle, something else to give them pleasure, as if there was no soul behind her body parts at all. She was just a slave to them: a silly little seventeen year old girl with a desirable body, who could be shackled to the nearest bed and fucked repeatedly until her body had taken as much sperm as they had to give. And her own brother... her own brother felt that way about her too.
"Harder!" Robert muttered savagely. He dug his fingernails into the sides of Louisa's plump buttocks cheeks and managed to increase the tempo of his fucking, furiously driving his throbbing erection deeper and deeper into her cunt. His cock twitched excitedly inside her; the walls of her pussy seemed to suck at the stiffness of his organ like a pair of human lips, making the orbs of his bloated balls clot with their gorgement of cum. "Harder goddam it, harder!" he muttered, gritting his teeth. "Fuck it... can't stand this much longer... fuck her harder!"
"Nnnnnggghhhhh awww-wwww!" Michael groaned. He bit his lower lip and lifted his head and shuddered all over, unable to bear the sensations of Louisa's rectum clasping around his massive prick. Her asshole wasn't so tight anymore. Her whole anal sheath had been bathed in her lubricating juices, and with every thrust of his dick he could feel it getting wetter and wetter. Michael grinned sadistically and leaned over Louisa's helpless body so he could whisper in her ear. "You like it now, don't you little sister?" he said cruelly. "You can't fool me, Louisa! I know you like it!"
"Ohhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her brother's words made her cry even harder; she grimaced, averted her eyes and nestled her head against Robert's chest. She could hardly even feel their cocks stabbing into her anymore. It was as if her body had been abandoned by her mind entirely, leaving her alone with the suffering of her humiliation. Louisa closed her eyes and whimpered. They were raping her, just raping her. She couldn't get the idea of it out of her mind, and she knew she never would. She'd never be the same again.
Then, suddenly, Louisa realized that she was starting to enjoy it. Her first reaction was one of utter shock. She opened her eyes wide and willed herself absolutely motionless, listening disbelievingly to the sensations that now coursed through her loins. Her brother's cock in her asshole didn't hurt anymore. Instead the ravaged aching had been displaced by a guttural, insistent throbbing that seemed to fill her up completely, becoming more pleasurable by the moment. Her rectal muscles had adjusted to the length and thickness of his enormous organ, lubricating herself with the flow of her juices. Now they seemed to cling hungrily around his swollen prick, as if trying to tug it deep inside her bowels. Because she wanted him to fuck her asshole now, wanted him to thrust his erection meatily into her rectum. It felt good; her body wanted the pleasure, again and again and again.
"Ohhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. She winced and moved slightly between Michael and Robert's bodies. She knew she couldn't allow herself to show them her pleasure; if they knew that it would be the same as signing her own contract in slavery, because they would know that whatever they did to her she would wind up enjoying in the end. Louisa shuddered and bit her lip, struggling to restrain herself. The feelings of wanton arousal that coursed through her body were becoming more delicious by the moment. The muscles of her cunt and asshole clung wetly to the two-pronged cock hammering inside her, and secretly she wanted them to fuck her even harder; she'd never felt pleasure like this in her life. But she couldn't show it. No, Louisa commanded herself. She held her breath and willed her body rigid; whatever she did she couldn't allow them a single sign.
"Does it feel good, Louisa?" a familiar female voice asked to her right. "Does it feel good?"
In spite of herself Louisa turned her head. It was Francine. All the time Michael had been fucking her she had been standing silently next to the bed, greedily taking in the spectacle of the sodomistic ravishment. Now her legs were planted wide apart, and her hand was moving feverishly between her lush pubic fissure. As Louisa watched her Francine masturbated shamelessly; her thumb gyrated rhythmically around the erected bud of her clitoris, her fingers thrust wantonly into the gurgling slit of her vagina.
"Does it feel good, Louisa?" Francine repeated. Her aloof, sophisticated expression was contorted with lust; she looked almost like a seedy Peeping Tom. "Does it feel good? Does it Louisa? Does it?"
Louisa stared speechlessly at Francine for a full five seconds. Then it was as if something had broken deep inside her mind, and she no longer had any control over her words or actions. It was so obscene. Michael and Robert raping her like this, and Francine watching. It was like her worst sexual nightmares all coming true at once, and now that they had she found that they had really been ecstatic dreams all the long. Because it felt so good. It felt so incredibly good, and she just couldn't help herself any longer.
"Unnnngghhhhhhh," Louisa moaned. Her face flushed with the heat of her ravenous passion, and she flared her nostrils with lust. Then she quickly began to pound her lithe hips between Michael and Robert's bodies, eagerly, shamelessly meeting every savage stroke of their huge two pronged prick. "Unnngggghhhhhhhh! Fuck me!" she whimpered. She threw her arms around Robert's shoulders and kissed him hotly, salaciously thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. "Unnnnh unh unh it feels so good! Fuck me Michael! Fuck my asshole! Awwwwwwwww yes yes fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Jesus!" Michael exclaimed. He grinned and shook his head, unable to believe his sister's rapid metamorphosis. Then he began to move his hips in a blur, fucking her tight rectum with all the raw masculine power he had inside him. "You love it now Louisa!" he said wickedly. "Yeah, you love it!"
"Awwwwwwww!" Louisa shrieked. Her face contorted with agonized desire, and she began to breathe furiously, like a sweating horse. "Harder Michael!" she commanded. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me with your big dick Michael I'm going to cum! Unhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhh!" Louisa wriggled the globes of her shuddering breasts on Robert's chest and kissed him more needfully, buried her tongue in his throat. Her nipples were distended stiffly against his skin, and her pussy and asshole were flooded with her juices. She needed all of it... every inch of their cocks... every bit. "Harder!" she burbled. "Unnnngggg-hhhhhhhh fuck me harder! I'm going to cum Michael! Awwwwwwwww I'm going to cum!"
Then Louisa felt the torrent of Robert's sperm erupt into her cunt. It seemed to gush out of his twitching dick in an endless white stream, spurting and shooting a full pint of seminal fluid into her womb. She could feel it inside her, wetly bursting against the walls of her hair fringed pussy, and she could see his agonized expression as he orgasmed furiously beneath her. It was more than she could take. The load of Robert's seed, and her brother's throbbing erection pounding through the rubbery grip of her tender asshole; it was the most incredible pleasure she had ever known. Louisa's body suddenly stiffened all over.
Her nipples grew painfully taut, and her back arched of its own volition, thrusting her jiggling buttocks into the stabbing impalement of Michael's member. Then she began to grind frantically between them, wanting every inch of their thick, hard, big pricks inside her body for her orgasm.
"Fuck me Michael, fuck me!" she squealed. "Awwwww Michael I'm cumming! I can feel it... unnggg-hhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me I'm cumming! I'm going to cum! Awwwwwwwwwwww AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! NNNNNGGGG-GGGGGGGGGG HHHHHHHH I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMIIIIIGG!"
The orgasmic spasms coursed through Louisa's ravaged loins repeatedly. For several moments she remained absolutely motionless, her eyes closed and her breathing stopped, stiffening as the pleasure overtook her completely. Then all the air ran out of her lungs, and she relaxed completely on Robert's chest. Michael's rampant erection was still pounding through her rectum, and it felt good; she could tell by the twitching of his cockhead that he was about to cum too. Louisa sighed dreamily and closed her eyes. The voice of her conscience told her that she had just sold herself into slavery through her actions, but she had a hard time taking it seriously. All she knew was her own pleasure, the sense of consummation that tingled through her own body. Robert and Francine and Michael had wanted to fuck her, and they had. She'd enjoyed it. There was nothing she could do about enjoying it now, and she didn't really want to. In the next week and a half she could let the three of them fuck her constantly. Robert was very horny for her, and Louisa could hardly wait to do something with Francine. And when they left... Louisa giggled and smiled shamelessly in expectation. Well, from now on she and Michael would have more to do than take care of the farm together. That was for sure.
