Her husband's answers came not in words, but in violent actions. He turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her head back by her hair. Her screams of pain and fear only made him pull harder.
He took out his big, black belt and tightly tied her hands to the bedpost. Within moments, his wife's beautiful body was a quivering, helpless bound figure, totally helpless and at his mercy. He looked at her nude form and his eyes fixed on her beautiful big ass which was now bleeding freely from the effects of being dragged over the yard gravel pavement of their farm.
He stared at the red liquid as it oozed from her cuts. He knew that this bound bitch would get what she deserved.
What had started out as their dream house had become a seething house of passion and perversion. The Kilmer's, both parents and children would find new experiences. They would, before the end of the week end, find the pleasures of domination. They would find that they enjoyed watching their loved ones become slaves of their own desires.
George Kilmer and his wife Susan would become like two gladiators savagely fighting tooth and nail to gain complete power over the other. Their love would boil to new heights as they each took turns on the other's helpless form.
Their daughter Ellen, young and fully developed, would be lead by her father into a world from which there could be no escape. She would find that she craved more and more. She would become an addict to her desire.
CHAPTER ONE
The old wooden sign read, "KILMER'S FARM" and although George Kilmer earned his money working as a postman, it always made him feel better to think of himself as a farmer first and a government employee second. The farm itself consisted of several lush acres located in a beautiful section of Ohio.
"God's country." George called it.
It was his dream as a boy to grow up on a farm and so as soon as he could afford it, he moved his wife, son and daughter to his dream estate.
Susan Kilmer always knew of her husband's secret wishes, although she had always felt that they would never be realized. When he had first come to her two years ago with his announcement that they would move to the farm, she thought that he was teasing her. Later, when she came to the realization that he had been quite serious, she faced the realities of the situation for the first time: her husband was uprooting the family and making them become farmers. Although the prospects of a life in overalls were not thrilling to her, she felt that she owed it to her husband to see it through with him.
For Henry Kilmer, seventeen, the life on his parents farm presented a welcome relief from the big city pressures that he had to deal with in school and with his peers. He felt that the country, with its more relaxed pace, would allow him to relate better to the world around. Perhaps in time, he might even be able to relate towards women without becoming afraid.
Ellen Kilmer, eighteen viewed her last two years as an unrewarding learning experience. The boys in her old school moved with a more assured grace that she found stimulating. The boys in her high school saw her as a real prize.
An "Urban gift to rural existence." She was quite beautiful. She felt that her beauty often frightened most of these boys away. Her only boy friends were timid in their advances towards her and this only frustrated her condition to a greater degree.
On this first day in April, how appropriate, April Fool's Day. Ellen would finally take James Wray in hand. If he was too shy for advances then she would teach him. She certainly was not shy about that.
She rose from her attic bed and gazed, admiringly into her darkened mirror. "Not bad." she thought to herself.
It was true. She had long, firm legs, a flat stomach, a small ass and large, full breasts whose nipples pointed upwards. Tonight, she hoped, she would take James by the hand and guide him between her legs. Teach him how to gently stroke her pussy and finally, how fuck his and her brains out.
She stroked her long, blonde hair once again and went down to breakfast. As she walked down the wooden stairs she noticed her brother Henry seated at the kitchen table with a vacant expression on his face.
"What's going on, Henry?" she asked as she sat herself beside her brother at the table.
At first, Henry did not seem to hear his sister's voice but when she repeated her question with an accompanying yank of his arm he responded.
"What?" he seemed to be caught off guard by his sister's action.
"What's going on? You seem to be pretty shaken."
"It's Dad, he and Mom went at it again. I'm surprised that you didn't hear it." he offered.
"Well, I was upstairs. It's hard to hear anything when you're one flight up." she offered as an excuse.
"Well he shook her up pretty badly this time. They went into the other room and I think he might have even hit her."
"Are you kidding? Is she alright?" his sister asked.
"I'm not sure. Dad just left after the fight and Mom hasn't come out of her room since!" said Henry.
"I bet he didn't hit her." Ellen offered coldly.
"How can you say that, El? Don't you see what's been going on here. Can't you tell how he's changed?" Henry said with a tear welling in his eyes.
"Do me a favor, Henry. Don't get emotional about the whole thing. I hate when you do that. Besides, you're always taking mother's side in these things."
"What do you mean by that?" Henry said, taken aback.
"I mean just what I said. Whenever they fight you're always making our father out to be some kind of monster. If you ask me, our mother is no saint." Ellen said venomously.
Henry stood up in his chair, his sadness now replaced by rage.
"Ellen, how can you speak so coldly about your own mother?"
"Give me a break, Henry. I'm late for school!"
She rose from the table and reached for her coat which was lying on the living room sofa.
"If you ever say anything like that again, I'll ... "
"You'll what?"
Henry paused for a moment and then sat back in his chair. "Nothing. Just leave me alone." he offered weakly.
She laughed as she picked up her books and left the house.
"So long, Brother."
Henry didn't acknowledge his sister's retort. He carefully watched his parent's bedroom door, waiting for a sign that his mother was alright. He lost himself in visions and rode his fantasies in flight.
His mother was so beautiful, so warm, so loving. What had happened to his father that could make him miss all the wonderful traits that his mother owned. Her beautiful curly, blonde hair, and infectious laugh that assured all those who experienced it.
Suddenly, there was movement behind the door. Henry heard his mother's footsteps slowly nearing the door. He watched as the knob turned and the door moved back. His mother entered the room and he rose from his chair.
"Are you O.K.?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"
"Huh?"
"Are you alright, Mom? Did dad hurt you?"
"No. I'm alright. We just had an argument, that's all." she said trying to reassure her son.
"Are you sure?" Henry asked.
His mother nodded. "Shouldn't you be at school by now? It's almost eight!"
"I was just waiting to make sure that you were alright."
"You are such a dear." she said as she hugged him warmly. "I don't know what I would do without you."
She kissed him softly.
"But you had better be off for school now. O.K.?"
Henry nodded his head and turned to leave.
"Maybe I'll cook you up a surprise for dinner." she offered.
Henry smiled and left the house. He closed the door to their house and his thoughts raced to what his mother might make for him. She was so nice to him. Why did his father not see these things, these qualities in his mother that he did?
George Kilmer's thoughts were really not on his wife at the moment. He was riding the morning bus to the post office to sort out another day's work.
"Why did I ever get stuck in a job like this? I should work with the soil, like I always thought I would. What good is having a farm if most of the work gets done by that Spanish kid, Manuel. He shows up before school, gets to plant and grow things and then I have to pay him for it." George thought to himself as the bus brought him close to his job. "I wonder if I could make that farm really work? I wonder what I could do if I really put my mind to it and worked, full time at my farm. Maybe, just maybe I could stop working for awhile and just work the farm." George rose from the seat and approached the exit doors.
When the bus came to a halt, George exited the conveyance and entered the corner phone booth. He reached for a dime and deposited it in the slot. Bravely he worked up his courage to dial the number. "555-4482" He placed his fingers on the appropriate numbers and he heard his supervisor answer the phone.
"Hello." Frank Harrington answered.
"Hi Frank, this is George Kilmer."
"What's wrong George?"
"Well I started out for work today, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to make it. I feel something coming on."
"Yeah. Like your wife." he laughed crudely.
"No. Nothing like that. I'm glad that you understand."
"Sure. Just feel better." his boss said.
"That Frank." George thought to himself, "A prick, but not such a bad guy."
George crossed the street and waited for the next bus. It would take awhile, but he was going back home.
Susan Kilmer pushed the hair out of her face. It was a hard morning to take. Not only stuck out in the sticks with a man she no longer loved but this time he almost brought himself to hit her.
She heard some noises coming from the adjacent barn and looked out of the window. It was their helper, Manuel. He was a tall, well built young man. She watched as his muscular arms rippled as he lifted the heavy crates full of the corn that he had just picked.
Susan entered her bedroom and stripped her nightgown from her body. She pulled on her tightest pair of blue jeans and admired the way that they fit. In her mirror she saw reflected her firm ass and the way that her pants showed her perfect contour. Their snugness showed her shapely hips and thighs, and revealed the slightest hint of the separation of her vaginal lips. She pulled on one of her husband's large sweatshirts and left the house barefoot.
Manuel grunted as he lifted the heavy crates onto Mr. Kilmer's truck. After he had loaded several of these crates, he rested against the back of the barn.
"Have to stop drinking all that beer after school." he thought to himself as he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself.
He pulled down his zipper and reached for his cock. He pulled it out and began to piss. Just then, he heard Mrs. Kilmer's voice.
"Is that what my husband and I pay you for?" she stated sternly.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Kilmer!" Manuel struggled to regain his composure but his leaking cock prevented him from doing so. He tried to get it into his pants but he only succeeded in wetting his pants.
"Manuel, aren't you a little too old for that." Mrs. Kilmer couldn't resist saying.
"Mrs. Kilmer, please forgive me. If I knew that you were standing there I never would have done such a thing." he apologized.
"It's alright, Manuel. Don't let it bother you." she said in a tone that made him feel less embarrassed.
"I'm glad that you understand, Mrs. Kilmer." he exclaimed. "I would hate for you to tell Mr. Kilmer about this."
"Don't worry. I know that he can appear to be a brute sometimes but don't let him worry you. His bark is worse than his bite. So there is no need for you to worry."
"You might, find this funny but for some reason I always thought that he was a mean man."
"Well, let's just put it this way," she said as she drew closer to him. "he's never killed anyone yet." she said with a hint of satire in her voice. "But then again I don't know everything about him," she teased.
"How reassuring!" Manuel said with a trace of laughter.
"Come with me, Manuel."
She lead him into the barn and he eagerly followed her. When they were both in the barn she turned to him and looked at him in a most disarming way.
He saw her face and the look in her eyes. It made his hot young blood boil. He could feel his blood pulsing faster through his veins and he could feel the effect that she was having on his throbbing member.
She sensed the effect that she was having on him and she drew near to him. She stood close enough to him to allow her tits to playfully touch against his muscular chest. She could feel his heart beat faster against even the thick shirt that she was wearing. He drew his breath in sharply as she gently touched his cock. Even through his pants she could feel it jump excitedly.
His strong arms pulled her to him. Her breasts squeezed against his chest as she melted into him. Their lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. His tongue parted her lips and their hot tongues touched. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and she met him hungrily. She almost swallowed his tongue in her mouth as she gently worked his cock in her hands.
Slowly, she went to the button that was fastening his pants and she undid it. He gasped for air as she slowly, but with great pressure, pulled down his zipper allowing his massive cock to spring from its denim prison.
It stood erect as she rubbed it against the top of her pants leg. He began to rub her nipples through her shirt. His pulse quickened as he felt their fullness for the first time. He felt the grape like points of her breasts and felt the hardness of her nipples become erect as he firmly massaged them. He squeezed their points and Susan let out a sharp moan. He slowly raised up her blouse to reveal her breasts. They were full and rich with large, pink nipples which were pointing directly at him; inviting him to savor there taste.
His mouth engulfed them and he felt her entire body quiver in delight. He moved his tongue over her nipple and drove her breath from her throat. He gently bit her erect pink flesh and he felt her grip on his cock tighten. Again he bit her enflamed flesh and again he received the same sensation.
He drew her to the floor of the barn and pulled her atop him. Her full, thick hair completely covered his face. He drew his breath in and enjoyed the odor of her hair in his nose. The smell of her hair only served to spur him on. She sat up for a moment and pulled off her shirt. The sight of her huge tits hovering above him made his cock quiver. She stood above him and he pulled her pants off. The tight fit of the pants made this difficult at first and it heated their need to remove them.
She dropped to the floor as Manuel finally succeeded in removing his pants. Quickly, he stripped his shirt and removed his pants. He looked down at her beautiful pink snatch and was driven further on.
Instantly, he was atop her. He wildly kissed her lips, neck and shoulders. Gradually, he made his way down to her prize. He paused at her chest and playfully fingered them to the rapturous delight of his partner.
He heard her rate of breathing increase as he licked her area of flesh around her belly button. He teased her with his tongue as he played with her firm stomach, finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered himself on her snatch. The smell of her perfumed pussy heightened his senses. He basked in the wondrous odor of their love making.
His fingers separated her lips and he delighted in his view. Gently, his moved his tongue to her raised clit. Involuntarily, her hips quivered in response to his gentle licking.
Her reaction to his actions encouraged him on. He couldn't really believe that such an incredibly beautiful women as this was actually doing this with him. Not stopping to pinch himself, he increased the tempo of his tongue against her clit. Faster and faster he flicked his snake like tongue on her clit. He heard her moan in time to his movements and then he felt her arms reaching for him.
She turned his body into position. She could see his massive penis dancing in the air. Driven by the sensations that she felt in her cunt, she swallowed his entire shaft instantly. Like a well oiled piston, she moved her lips savagely upon his cock. Up and down, up and down she used her lips like an enraged vacuum.
She sucked his cock in perfect time to the rhythm of his tongue in her cunt. She licked his shaft and worked her way down to his massive hairy balls. He whimpered, as she placed his two enormous mounds of flesh into her mouth. She rolled them around in her mouth and drove him to a frenzied pace.
"Fuck me, Manuel. Fuck me, hard!" she cried.
Manuel nearly screamed in delight when he heard her cry. He positioned himself into position above her and guided his hot erect prick into her awaiting tunnel of love. The warmth and wetness of her cunt almost made him come immediately but he controlled his fucking to last as long as it would be possible.
Her pelvis flowed with silkened fluidity to the rhythm of his hips. Faster and harder, they moved together like two graceful dancing partners. Her perspiration built and a bead of sweat found its way into her open mouth. The salty taste in her aroused condition, worked like a mysterious love potion. The new flavor in her mouth drove her to a heightened condition of response.
The tempo of their love making increased in response to her frenzied condition. Manuel could control himself no more. He felt a huge eruption rush from the head of his cock. The ever widening sense of pleasure that he felt mount. He let out a scream as his come shot into her hungry pussy. The fever of his humping increased as his cock shot hot sperm into her.
His muscular frame tightened with each of his ejaculations. Susan felt the rush of his hot flow in her cunt and the sensations sent a delicious ripple of excitement through her every pore. In response to his cock the muscles of her vagina contracted upon his erupting member. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her pussy as she felt her own orgasm starting. Slowly at first, and then in incredible waves of pleasure she felt her cunt surrendering to her sensations. She felt as if she would black out from the monumental reaction she was experiencing. With a rude awakening she felt her lover's body being torn from her. Suddenly, she heard the voice of her husband's vile words strike her like a knife. She opened her eyes in terror as she witnessed George smash Manuel against the wall of the barn. She saw his fist wickedly strike against his victim's face and Manuel's eyes close against the force of the blow.
Manuel raised his arms to protect himself, but in his weakened condition he could only feign a defense. In quick succession, George landed three blows upon his face. The first blow drew blood from his nose and the second sent him reeling to the floor of the barn.
Manuel managed to open one of his eyes long enough to see George's foot shooting for his ribs. His boot found its mark and left Manuel gasping for air.
"Please, don't hit me anymore. Please!" he pleaded.
"George, you'll kill him." Susan screamed.
George answered their prayers with another kick against his foe's ribs. The sharp intake of air that Susan heard, informed her that the blow had reached its mark. Again and again George's boot found its target.
"George, don't kick him ... kick me. I made him fuck me." Susan cried.
"You what!"
"I wanted him to fuck me!"
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed as he landed a final blow to his hired hand's body.
"I should cut his cock off, but I have a better way to teach you!" he exclaimed.
George grabbed his wife and dragged her through the open barn door. Susan cried as she felt a thousand rough stones splinter in her ass. Her pain increased as he pulled her faster over the hard gravel.
"George, what are you going to do? You're hurting me."
"Hurting you, I should kill you!" the words spat from his lips like liquid fire.
George dragged his wife over the rough terrain leading to their house, seething with anger over the sight of seeing his wife riding another man's cock. He ignored her pleas, and thought only of his revenge.
"George, please stop." Susan cried.
"You fucking bitch," he yelled. "I should kill you for what you did to me!"
George savagely dragged his wife's nude flesh up the stairs of their house. Not caring about the slivers of wood that would find their way into his wife's helpless hemisphere's of flesh, George violently dragged her through the house and into their bedroom. He lifted her helpless form and threw her down on the bed.
Susan whimpered as she saw the rage that was brewing in her husband's eyes. She could see him rage with anger as he pulled off the belt from his pants.
"George, what are you going to do?" she begged. The fear really beginning to well in her stomach, sweat beginning to pour from her.
Her husband's answer came not in words but in violent actions. He turned his wife over onto her stomach and pulled her head back by her hair. Her screams only served to make him pull her harder. He took his big, black Garrison belt and tightly tied her hands to the bedpost. Within moments, his wife was a quivering, helplessly bound figure, bound to their bed. George looked at her nude form and his eyes fixed on her beautiful ass, which was now bleeding rapidly from the effects of being dragged over the gravel pavement of their farm. He stared momentarily at the blood as it oozed from their cuts, for a second, he felt remorse at his actions. Then, his glaring eyes thought of the picture of his wife's erotic ride and he knew just what she deserved.
He pulled off his trousers and pressed his sweating cock against his wife's bloodied ass.
"No George, please not that."
Her cries fell on deaf ears as she felt George's cock forming into a massive erection. He savagely rubbed it against the mounds of her buttocks. He spread the mounds of her ass and forced his member into her tight hole. Susan cried in pain as she pulled the muscles of her ass in an attempt to stop his forced entry into her hole. The contraction of her muscles made George's job of buggering more difficult, but he found that the more she struggled, the more he enjoyed ramming his rock hard meat home.
"Fight me bitch," he laughed as a drop of saliva dripped from his mouth. "Fight me. It only makes it more fun for me, the more you struggle, baby, the more I like it.
Susan realized that in her bound, helpless condition she could do little to defend herself against her husband's violent entry. She concentrated upon loosening the muscles of her rectum. If she could not fight back against him, perhaps she could at least lessen the pain that he was inflicting upon her.
The searing sensations that she felt from her husband's rod violating her rear decreased as she allowed him a direct access into her hole. George, sensing that she had surrendered to his will, increased the tempo and severity of his fucking.
"If you think that you can make it easy on yourself by giving in to me, never, I'm going to ream your ass like it was never reamed before!"
The violent tone of her husband's mocking tone sent shivers down Susan's spine. At last she knew that her husband's game was not only to inflict pain, but to fuck her into submission.
George's hot prick shuttled in and out of her ass like a compression drill into stone. Her soft flesh slapped against his stomach as the savageness of his attack increased. He heard his wife whimper with the pain that his fucking was giving her.
"George, you are going to split me in half with your cock. Please stop!"
George answered her by forcing her face into the pillow. Susan knew that she would have to remain calm and endure whatever tortures her husband would devise if she were to survive his brutal attack. She tried to relax, to let her body go limp.
As he increased the tempo of his attack, George reached across his wife's back and formed a tight fist on his wife's breast. Tightly, he squeezed until he heard Susan cry out in pain. He nearly crushed the pink buds of her nipples, as her continued to ram his erect dick into her helpless ass.
The sensations that Susan was experiencing were a curious mixture of tremendous pain and surprising pleasure. Maybe it was the dangerous overtones in her husband's voice that she found strangely appealing, but suddenly she began to give in to her violator's pulsing drives. She knew that this was exactly what her attacker wanted but suddenly, she could not control herself.
As George felt his wife's ass tilt upwards to make his drilling her hole easier, he knew that he was making her totally submit to his will. She began to flow with the movement of his prick in her hole. George couldn't help but feel stronger as she yielded to his thick stemmed cock.
"That's right, bitch, love it!" he cried.
He reamed her asshole faster and harder and more viciously than before. When he felt a massive eruption about to explode in his cock he pulled it from her ass. Susan's body instantly slumped onto the bed as she felt him pull his rod from her hole.
George brought his cock to his wife's face and pulled back her hair. He drove his hot crap filled cock into her mouth. He made her take him whole as he smeared it into her face.
The taste of his cock almost made Susan vomit, disgusting but she had no choice but to submit to even this most vile outrage. He began to fuck her mouth with the same intensity that he had shafted her ass.
In and out of her mouth he made his wife suck his cock. He drove it home and she had no recourse but to take it into her mouth until she felt that she would choke.
From the salty taste that Susan received from his cockhead, she knew that she was about to experience her final act of submission. His cock exploded into her mouth as it had done so many times in the past, only this time it was different. This time it was not by her own desire, this time it was by brutal, unrelenting assault.
His jism filled her throat in a forceful spray of come. His juices coated every pore of her cave. Susan had to swallow it or be drowned with his next explosion. She quickly gulped his sperm down her throat. Much to her surprise she loved the taste. She hated to give in this way, but his taste had always pleased her so much.
George gasped softly as his cock shot another load into his wife's eager mouth. He felt his power over her and he basked in the knowledge that he was giving her an ultimate lesson in obedience. His come sprang from his cock again and George's spine arched to this most sensual sensation.
Susan swallowed hard as her mind filled with what was happening to her. She lost herself in a wild replay of her actions this fateful morning, fighting with George, fucking Manuel's delicious dong and now she was being forced to submit to the will of the man that she had cheated on. His come shot into her cave and injected her tongue with that taste that she found herself addicted to. She loved the taste and never could get enough of it to satisfy her. Especially George's come.
George slid his cock from her mouth and pointed his huge prick at his wife's beaten face. His cock sprayed his white, hot come all over her face. Into her eyes, hair and mouth the jism coated her entire visage. George was now satisfied that he had achieved the revenge that he so richly deserved. He rose from the bed and looked at his unfaithful mate. Her hands were tightly secured to the bed, her face was coated in come, her nipples were purple from the force of his enclosed fists and her bleeding rear dripped the last drop of jism from her asshole. She got what she wanted. He was satisfied.
George pulled on his trousers and silently exited the room. He left his wife as he had just seen her.
"George," whimpered Susan. "You're not going to leave me this way, are you?"
The sound of the front door slamming shut gave her the answer that she dreaded most.
CHAPTER TWO
Ellen Kilmer eagerly awaited the ringing of the dismissal bell. Most days she found her school subjects to be mildly entertaining but today she had made other plans. This being she would meet James Wray after her last class and she had very special plans for the two of them. Her mind drifted off to the fantasies that she had calculated for the two of them. She wasn't sure that James had ever been with a women before, but if he was a novice (she never called a boy anything but a novice, that was her favorite word for unskilled boys. She would not call him a virgin, because surely, he had been jerking off for years) then he really would be eligible for his Master of Semenship by the time she got through with him.
"Ring." the bell sounded.
"Freedom, at last!" Ellen thought.
She raced from the room before her teacher could even wish her a happy weekend. Ellen raced to the Boys Gym where she always met James.
Ellen smiled as she saw her most faithful boy friend waiting for her in his usual position: lying on the floor with his legs crossed. She walked over to him and kicked him in the ankle.
"Get up, lazy bones." she teased.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" he responded to her painful greeting.
"Did my big, strong football player get hurt by his little girl friend? Did I hurt you, you poor baby. I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again," she teased.
Embarrassed, James replied, "Well, I was just surprised ... that's all. You couldn't hurt me, honey."
Remarks like that made Ellen question why she chose James for her little adventure in erotic entanglements. She looked at him through her deep blue eyes. He was nice looking in a rural sort of way. He had huge, massive shoulders and his arms rippled with the muscles that he developed while playing football for their high school team. His eyes were brown and he had a thick, full head of short brown hair.
James Wray was innocent and he really only meant the best things for him and Ellen, but he was different from the type of boy that Ellen had always known in the city. Those boys knew how to strip her of her clothes and her objects with the experienced wave of their hands. Of course, it helped that their hands were usually waving at her crotch.
In her own way, she was certain that she cared for him very much. She found it hard not to, perhaps because of his innocent trust.
She looked at him differently now than in her accustomed manner. It was her habit with him not to suggest the merest inkling of sensuality because she was frightened of scaring him off. Today, today would be different. She had planned out every last move of her seduction. She lead him through the corridors of the school and out onto the campus.
"So where do you want to go today, killer?" he playfully asked.
"James," she stopped walking, "Do you trust me?"
Considering that he would have trusted her with his life savings of three thousand dollars, his answer was mild.
"Sure, killer. I trust you."
"Then let me be the leader today. That's right, let's play follow the leader. O.K.?"
"Remember, I'm the leader, don't forget."
He nodded his head in the affirmative.
"Great!" she smiled as she gave him a slight pinch on his leg.
She lead him through the campus of the school and for several blocks beyond. Often he interrupted their journey to question their destination. Each time his question was met with the same answer from Ellen.
"If I'm the leader, then let me lead."
Each time she finished her sentence with either a warm smile or a playful pinch of his arm. They stopped for a short rest stop at their favorite pizza parlor where they were met by a group of his football playing friends. James excused himself to speak with them.
"Hey Jim," the fat one said. "Do you think that you'll ever get into her pants?"
"Ellen's not that kind of girl, Jumbo." he offered in return to his large friend's teasing.
"All girls are that kind of girl, Jim. It just depends upon who they're with." Jumbo laughed.
His other friends joined in his laughter and James was beginning to feel a blush forming on his face.
"Come on, innocent, the way that your face is beeting up, we'd think that you never fucked a girl before," another one of his mocking friends retorted.
"Come on, guys. It's just that she's a really nice girl and I don't want to take the chance of blowing it with her."
"Blowing it with her," Jumbo offered smugly, "You can't even get her to fuck you, how do you expect her to blow you."
"That crack could cost you, Jumbo." James warned.
"Crack. What crack, certainly not the beautiful crack in Ellen's asshole." Jumbo spat at his friend.
James' anger had reached the boiling point and he lunged for his friend's face with his hand clenched in a fist. Jumbo's face found a perfect target for his blow as the fist smashed his nose. The other boys stepped between their two friends before their battle got out of hand.
James screamed at them, "If any of you ever talk about Ellen like that, I'll kill you!"
Ellen saw what was happening although she didn't know that she was the cause of the ensuing melee. She raced towards the fighting forms of her school friends and question the cause of their disturbance.
"James, what's going on here? What did you hit Jumbo for? He's your best friend!"
The boys separated and James saw that Ellen had gotten caught up in the action. He calmed down so that he could try to explain to Ellen. He didn't want to hurt her feelings because he was sure that Ellen had never heard those types of words before.
"It's nothing, Ellen. Jumbo and I just got into one of our usual Friday afternoon fights." He looked towards Jumbo, still with anger in him, but then he saw his friend's face and bleeding nose and it hit him what he had done to his friend.
"Are you O.K.?" he asked.
"Yeah." he said, holding his nose, "don't worry about it. I'm sorry for what I said."
The two friends smiled and shook hands. Ellen took James' hand and the two of them left the pizza parlor.
After they had gotten three blocks, Ellen stated what was on her mind.
"James, did what happened in there have anything to do with me." she asked.
"No, killer." he denied.
"James are you sure that you're not lying to me. After all, you big, strong football players must talk about all of your conquests." she teased him slightly, hoping to elicit a response.
"I'm not lying. I promise you that we were not talking about my conquests."
"Alright James, but I just want to let you know that you can count on me to back you up if they ever get you to say anything that you wouldn't normally say." she said sincerely.
"What kind of things would I have to say about you?" he asked.
"Well, I do know what you boys talk about. Sometimes you can be teased pretty badly by your friends, especially since you have been such a gentlemen with me." she smiled at him, warmly.
He thought just how beautiful she was as James looked at her, "I'm only treating you like any proper beau would." he said proudly.
"I know that James, and believe me, I appreciate it ... but ... I like you so much that sometimes I just don't know what to do about it."
A broad smile was witnessed upon his face. "Really?"
She nodded her head.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "What do you know about that?"
"James, remember when you said that we could play that game?"
"What game?"
"Follow the leader." she answered.
"Yes." a friendly smile appearing on his face.
"Well, I would like you to follow me in a different variation on the game." she said.
"What do you mean?" James asked.
She embraced him and spoke softly into his ear.
"James do you like me?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Do you want me?"
He broke their embrace. "What are you talking about?"
"I said, do you want me?" she said raising her voice ever so slightly.
James turned away from her.
Ellen walked over to face him. Their eyes met and she smile at him and asked him again, "Do you want me?"
"Yes." the words leaked out softly.
"And I want you."
"Really?"
She smiled at him and nodded her head.
"I just can't believe it. This is like a dream come true!" he said happily.
"Yes it is, only ... when do you want to do something about it?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if two people want each other then they usually do something about it."
"What?" he asked.
"Well, there are many things that they can do, but let me show you."
He just stood there staring.
"They fuck." she said while looking him straight in the eye.
James felt his heart pounding loudly. He wondered if Ellen could hear it too. "Ellen I think that you should know something about me."
Her eyes shifted towards his, "Yes, baby, what is it?"
"I never did anything like that before." he said almost choking on the words.
"That's alright. I can show you." she sweetly offered.
"You mean, you have done it before?" he asked
"Yes." she said with a smile forming on her face.
"Then the guys were right." he said shyly.
"I thought that you said that you boys weren't talking about me. In fact, you promised."
"I didn't lie. I promised you that we really weren't talking about my conquests." he smiled at his unintentional joke.
She began to laugh from the embarrassment that she knew he was going through.
"Don't laugh at me." he stated sadly.
"I'm not laughing," she drew close to him. "Besides which, you still haven't answered my question."
"Which one? You have asked so many?"
"Do you want to fuck?"
"I don't know how?" he sadly suggested.
"Let's not worry about that. Remember, we're play follow the leader." she smiled at him hoping to receive a promising response.
She received the exact response that she had hoped for, he smiled back at her. "But where can we do it? I don't know anyplace that we could be alone."
"Don't worry about that," she said, "I have just the right place picked out."
"But won't anyone see us? I would hate to get caught."
Ellen pictured for a moment what that would look like. At least his friends would respect him for it. "Yes. That would be terrible." she said mostly for his benefit.
"Do you know of any place that would be safe?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it, remember, I'm the leader." she said as she took him by the hand and lead him to her friend, Gloria's house.
The two walked at a brisk pace towards a destination that only one had experienced before. Ellen noticed that James was braving his fate admirably, except for his increasingly wet palms. She clasped his hand firmly as she placed the key that she had borrowed from her friend firmly in the lock of the door. She pushed the door opened and they entered her friend's house.
James didn't have to look very hard to find the bed. It was staring him right in the face. It seemed as though Ellen's friend wasn't much for interior decorating because the only major piece of furniture in the entire one room apartment, was her huge water bed. James noticed that every other piece was supporting the position of the bed. The small television faced it, the small reading lamp was placed beside the head for the bed. James knew he would be nervous and he would be very happy not to spring a leak in the bed and drown the two of them.
Ellen removed her coat and motioned for James to do the same with his. Then she dropped her books and her coat on the floor and James followed in suit. She took him by the hand and lead him to what James was hoping would not be his arena of death.
"Come and sit beside me, James." she beckoned softly.
"Your friend has a nice place hear, Killer. She really did a great job with it." he said as he sheepishly sat beside her on the water bed.
"I really love the way that she furnished the place." Ellen stated, alluding to the obvious.
"Yeah. I know what you mean." responded James thinking that she was making a joke.
"Listen James, don't be nervous. Follow the leader, remember?"
"Yeah." he said trying to sound calm.
Ellen took his hand and placed it on her breast. She noticed that a lump was already forming in the pants of her soon to be lover. She gently lead his hand in small circles around her nipple. She took his other hand and did the same with that.
"Do you like the way it feels?" she asked breathlessly.
"Oh! It's great." he said not being able to control his emotions. "Oh, baby I never felt as good as I do right now."
"Would you like to see them?" she asked. James thought that his heart would pound through his shirt as he feverishly nodded his head and awaited their unveiling.
Ellen removed his hands from her chest and opened the top button of her blouse. She glanced down at the ever increasing bulge that was protruding from under James' pants. With each button that she opened his bulge grew larger. Ellen thought to herself that she had judged James all wrong.
She opened her blouse to reveal her massive tits to her partner. James looked as if he might perish with excitement as his eyes popped out of their sockets at the first sight of the two perfect nodules of flesh that pointed at him.
"Do you like them?" she asked, even though she could tell by the reaction in his pants that the answer was affirmative.
"They're the most beautiful things that I have ever seen in my life." he answered happily.
"Would you like to lick them?"
"Please, yes."
"Then go ahead. But remember you have to ask first." she warned, teasing him about the other game that they were supposed to be playing.
James lowered his mouth on her right tit and it disappeared into his mouth. He had never tasted anything like this in his life. It was so soft and yet the point of her nipple was getting so hard. The difference in texture was send wild chills right down his spine.
Ellen loved the sensation that her novice lover was creating with his teeth. She felt painful little sensations going through to her cunt as he bit her, accidentally with his teeth. It felt so good she thought she might faint.
"Maybe it wasn't so bad to break in a beginner," she thought to herself.
He began to suck her massive tit hard as a boy might do with his first ice cream cone. He tries to get all of it in his mouth but he found that either one of her breasts were too big for him to do that.
"Let's take our clothes off." Ellen suggested.
She stood away from the bed, watching his reaction as she finished removing her blouse. Her tits stood erect with pink pointed nipples shining slightly as his saliva picked up the sunlight that entered the room. She kicked off her high heeled shoes as a preview to the main event. One of her shoes landed on the bed and by the time that James and brushed it away and turned to face her, she had already begun to open her tight blue jeans.
James watched as Ellen slowly tugged her zipper down. James could see the slightest hint of her blonde pubic hair above her panties and he anxiously awaited what would be shown next.
James did not have to wait long as Ellen pulled off her pants and stood before him clad in only her white lace panties. He examined the near nude form before him. She had the most beautiful legs that he ever imagined could exist. They were long and appeared to be very strong from her cheer-leading practice. The curves above her hips formed the classic hourglass figure. Her ribs slightly peered at him from below her beautifully formed breast with their perfectly shaped oval nipples. Her body was like a dream come true.
Ellen reached down and slowly, enticingly removed her panties. James saw her tight little blonde curls and what lie immediately below them. It was a deep red and just at the top there appeared to be a freckled beauty mark. From the beautiful way that her vagina was constructed, James thought that her beauty mark was in the perfect place.
Ellen looked passionately at James and told him that it is his turn to undress. In spite of the naked goddess that appeared before him, James was still reluctant to do so. He had never seen a women before, but he had never been seen by a women before either.
Ellen drew towards him and James took a long, deep breath. She raised him up by her hands and lifted his shirt off his back. She had seen his muscular torso when they had been swimming together, but she had never remembered seeing him so strongly built. Ellen unfastened his fly and pulled his zipper downward. The hard mass of his erect meat, made this task difficult and Ellen caught one of James' pubic hairs in the fly.
He gave out a small shout and wished that he hadn't. Ellen gave him a reassuring wink and freed his pubic hair from their trap. Once that was accomplished, she continued to free his big cock from their restrainer. His jockey shorts bulged as Ellen finally succeeded in removing his pants. She was enjoying the feel of power that she had from making him as excited as he was.
James kicked off his sneakers as Ellen pulled off his socks. James looked at her and hoped that she would be pleased as she tugged off his shorts to reveal his massive cock which, free from its encasement, stood immediately at attention.
Ellen watched his rock hard meat and the tight mass of dark curls that surrounded it. With the huge balls that accompanied his long tusk, Ellen happily compared the way James was hung to an elephant and his tusk.
James gasped for air as Ellen touched his cock for the first time. He felt almost ticklish as he experienced this new sensation. He nearly cried out when Ellen gently started to jerk his thick stem in a smooth up and down motion. It felt so good that he thought he would come, but Ellen had been grasping his cook in such a way that it prevented him from doing so. She lay him down on the bed and took his prick into her mouth. She flicked her tongue at the tip of his prick and she sensed that he was about to burst. Firmly, she grasped his meat at the base and prevented him from coming too soon for her purposes.
James had been wanting to taste Ellen's pussy juices and as if she could read his mind, she positioned herself on the water bed so that he could get a better chance to taste her honey pot. He separated her hairy petals and saw glistening quim. He placed his lips to her cunt and wondered why his friends had made so many fish jokes. This taste was ambrosia to his tongue and taste buds as he savored this joyous juice that was dripping from her honeyed pussy.
Ellen was enjoying the wave of sensations that were shooting through her spine.
Her rural lover was really sucking and licking her cunt with a fever that could only come from a tongue that had hungered for so long. Her juices were flowing rapidly as she strided his yearning passion. The hot hole of her orifice snatched his throbbing stem of his manhood and guided it to its mutually beneficial destination.
James had never felt anything like this in his entire life. The warm mouth of her cunt gripped and secured his writhing member as if it had a mind of its own. As his hips shuttled his rock in and out of her cunt, her cunt massaged him entirely.
Ellen was losing herself in the glorious waves of sensations that she was experiencing. His hard prick drove in again and again sinking deeply into her slick cunt. Ellen altered her rhythm and matched the tempo of his thrusts. She drew her sizzling sheath tightly around his cock. She was squeezing and pumping the hard meat and James' breath gasped sharply. She arched her back and the erect nipples of her breasts rubbed against his muscular chest.
James lowered his lips to hers. His kiss was met with her hot, responsive tongue. James closed his eyes to experience the full realm of the sensuous reality that he was sharing with his blonde mating mechanic. He saw stars and bright shooting flames as the tempo of his drilling quickened.
Ellen pulled her legs higher, permitting James awkward thrusting an easier access. His rock hard rod penetrated so deeply that his swollen balls pressed tightly against her asshole on his inward plunges. She met his hips perfectly with her pelvis. Their meeting caused a curious "clapping" sound which served to applaud their smoldering efforts.
"A real animal. My friends were right!" James thought to himself as he felt a curious on-rushing of power surging as he continued to fuck her wondrous female form. He felt Ellen's sharp nails digging into his huge shoulders as their delicious destination was nearing by the racing of their organs.
Ellen's words had disintegrated into moans and whimpers as her lips drew tightly against her pearly white teeth. She grimaces in near agony as she felt the first glaring pin pricks of her orgasm forming. She was in another world as she knew that this was going to be some orgasm. The first wave of her coming swept away all of her negative thoughts of country life.
"If this is the country, then I'm the cunt!" her last thoughts echoed through her brain as she began to drown in the tingles that had magnified to sharp, searing pain.
James felt his balls swelling with come as his hot erection shot steaming semen into her pulsating pussy. His loins burst like an undyked dam as hot jets of jism poured from his prick, spattering deeply into her cunt.
Their hips whipped wildly, smashing hot flesh into hot flesh as their cries and moans met in perfect harmony, providing the perfect sensuous soundtrack to their joint climax.
As the waves and manmade tides of the water bed waned, the two young lovers looked at one another through hazy eyes and smiled warmly. Ellen had led James to the completion of their game.
CHAPTER THREE
Henry Kilmer walked through the corridors of his school unaware of the advancing figure. She timed her steps as perfectly as she could because Judy Locke was a determined general. For the past three months this thin red stressed girl of seventeen had intended to "accidentally" rendezvous with her shy, intended victim. Today, she would be sure that she did not miss. This time she would make certain that she was able to break through his defenses. She had armed herself with all the necessary equipment. Her high stiletto heeled shoes pointed out of her clinging, tight jeans. Her halter top revealed every ripple of her taut, flat tummy. Her small, firm breasts peered their cleavage from the top of their tight harness. Her straight, dark hair was pulled atop her head, which shown off her magnificent blue eyes.
Her supple rear swayed rhythmically as she bounced toward her meeting. Her movement was timed just right and her right elbow met his left hip perfectly and her books sprayed about the hallway.
The shock of their impact woke Henry from his daydream.
"Oh!" he exclaimed as he bent to retrieve her fallen text books. "I can't believe that I was so clumsy. I didn't even see you coming. I hope that you're alright. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please accept my apology." his words leapt from his mouth in a rapid fire delivery.
Judy just shook her head, relieving Henry immediately from the burden of guilt that he was feeling.
"No, I'm alright. I hate to sound like your mother, but you really should watch where you're going." Judy felt a slight pang of remorse as those words dripped from her red lips, but like the talented huntress she was, she continued to ensnare her prey.
"Aren't you Henry Kilmer?" she asked, quite aware of the answer to her question.
"Yes, I'm Henry Kilmer." he answered, curious to where this girl had learned his name.
"I thought so." she stated as she joined Henry in the task of gathering up her fallen books. "I think that we're in two classes together this term." she delivered flawlessly, noting that the weeks of practice in front of her bedroom mirror had allow herself to hone her speeches.
"Really? I must confess that I haven't noticed you."
Judy thought that she had made a mistake in her selection of a man.
"But I really should have noticed someone that looked as beautiful as you do." Henry complimented.
"Why thank you, kind sir." she smiled as they stood with her fallen books now gathered in her hands. She hadn't selected him poorly, after all. She was pleased with the way she was handling the situation.
"Well, maybe we'll bump into one another again sometime." Henry offered as he turned to leave.
Judy sensed her prey was escaping.
"Are you through for the day?" she asked secure in his answer.
"Yes. I was just about to go home."
"If you don't have any plans to meet someone or anything, I'll walk part of the way with you." she said as her free arm wrapped around his.
Henry was taken aback by the boldness of her advances, but he felt that this girl offered him no threat. They exited the school with Judy's arms firmly secured to his. They talked about school and she remarked that he was the only boy that she had ever met that had enjoyed it. He explained that the pace of schooling was much different here than in the bigger cities and that he welcomed the opportunity to learn something and have time for information to sink in, rather than rushing to the next item on the teacher's calendar.
Judy thought to herself that she had finally met a boy that even her mother would like. Polite, studious, shy, just what her mother thought that she needed. A boy that she could one day mold into the perfect husband, just what her mother had done with her father.
Henry found that they had walked almost all the way back to his house when he noticed how far they had come.
"Hey! Where do you live? I've lead you back to my house. I hope that you haven't been led out of your way."
"You're leading me just where I want to go," she wanted to say. Instead, she offered, "No, I don't live very far from here. I'm really surprised that we haven't run into one another before today." they both laughed as the words, "run into," came from her mouth.
"Yeah. Well, I had better be off now. Maybe we'll see each other on the way to school." Henry stated as he was too insecure to advance any other words that might subject him to a rejection.
"You can count on it. Henry, since tomorrow is Saturday, I was wondering if you're busy in the afternoon? If you wanted to you could come to my house with your books and maybe we could study together, or something." she offered.
"Well, I'm not just sure ... "
"Come on. Don't be afraid, I don't bite." she said, leaving off, "Not unless your cock is in my mouth."
"Alright, what time should I be there?" he asked. His heart beating madly.
"Any time you want. My parents are away for the week and so well have the whole house to ourselves. It's 220 St. Anne."
"I know where that is. I'll be over around noon." he said.
"That will be fine. 220 St. Anne, don't forget." she said, smiling that she had caught her prey.
"I'll be there." he turned from her and began walking down the path which leads to his parent's farm.
Henry's thought drifted off to the events of the day as he neared the farm's main house. It hadn't been a bad day. He received his customary A in Math and another in English. But the best came last, he had been able to talk to a girl for the first time. Until now, the only women that he could relate to was his mother. She was always so understanding of his ways. She never yelled at him. His father would often get drunk and treat her badly, but she would never think of taking it out on him. No matter what her mood, she always greeted him with a warm smile and a great big kiss.
He walked up the steps leading to the farm house and didn't notice anything funny until he reached for the knob of the door. The door was ajar and his thoughts raced to the safety of his mother. He had heard of a rapist in the area and he knew what a welcome catch his mother would be to a man like that. He did not even want to think about it.
Henry raced into the house and called his mother's name, "Mother, Susan, Mother." he called, but his frightened cries received no reply.
Perhaps she was outside and his fears were incorrect. He would look like an idiot to his father when they would surely walk in together after work. The fear of possible over-reaction calmed Henry. He would go up to his room for awhile and wait for his mother's return. He was suddenly sure that the door being left open was no more ominous than a back firing auto. As he climbed the stairs leading to his room, he thought that he heard his mother's muffled voice coming from behind her closed doors. He was certain that he had erred until he heard her weak voice again.
"Mother, is that you?" he asked, again becoming concerned for her safety.
When his question went unanswered, he decided to knock on the door. His soft knock pushed the unlocked door open. Henry gazed at her figure of his beautiful mother's nude figure bound by a leather belt to the bed and his heart nearly stopped beating.
He raced to her aid and couldn't help from noticing the angry black and blue welts that colored her blood stained rear. He unfastened the belt that secured her nude form and drew a sheet over her body.
Susan Kilmer raised herself into her son's arms and the sheet slipped from her breasts. Henry noticed the outline of a huge handprint covering the nipples of her large tits.
Susan wept openly into her son's chest.
"Henry, I'm so glad that you're finally home. I was left here for six hours." she managed to state in between her tears.
"Mom, what happened to you?" Henry asked as he tried unsuccessfully to divert his eyes from her breasts.
Inspite, or possibly due to their manhandled condition, Henry found his mother's boobs to be hypnotizing. The darkened hands surrounded her rich, red nipples making Henry secretly wish that those were his hands.
"I was attacked."
"By whom. Who could have done this to you? We should call the police."
The word "police" conjured up visions of the headline that would blaze in tomorrow's newspaper:
HUSBAND BUGGERS UNFAITHFUL WIFE
What could be gained by calling the police. They would end up thinking that she just got what she deserved. Maybe her husband would even end up some kind of a hero and she might even be considered a whore by these backward old biddies that inhabited the town.
"No, we won't call the police. I would be too ashamed to admit to what happened to the police. I could never stand the embarrassment of telling a stranger what happened."
"But Mom, whoever did this to you should be punished." Henry argued as his mother continued to cry into his now wet shirt.
"They'd never catch him. You know the way these things work. He gets away, and I have to live with the shame of everyone knowing what happened to me," she stated sincerely.
"Alright. Whatever you think is best." Henry said as he heard his voice drop. "But what will you tell father?"
"Don't worry. Do you think that you could help me into the bath? I have to wash."
Henry supported his mother as she weakly rose off the bed. Her ass was severely sensitive and Susan nearly blacked out from the pain of resting her full weight upon her bottom. Her son lifted the bed sheet to her as he helped her advance toward the bath.
With his mother's full weight being supported by his one arm, they entered the bathroom and Henry switched on the light. The warm glow of the 150 watt bulb provided Henry with the full measure of the violation that his mother had received. As she leaned against the wall while he turned on the tap, the bed sheet fell off her beaten body. Henry viewed his mother's exquisite, nude body for the first time. Against the white walls of the bathroom tile, he saw her ravaged breasts and welted stomach. Somehow, the acts of violence done to her made her even more sensual.
When the warm water had filled the tub, Henry advanced toward his mother. For the first time Henry's eyes fixed upon her pussy. If this was the first one that he was to see, then her pussy was going to be the greatest one of them all, this was the mold that all of them would be that one that all the other's would have to live up to. The blonde hairs of her twat formed a triangle which pointed directly to her snatch. Henry felt slightly guilty about thinking of his mother in this way, but her presence, lowering herself into the tub, wiped away all feelings of guilt.
Susan sank into the heated liquid and her wounds ached. The warm fingers of the water enveloped her as Henry gently soaped her bare back. Tenderly, he rubbed the soap into her. Susan began to calm herself as the thoughts of her husband's brutal assault vanished from her mind. Now, she was in her tub and gentle, lovingly warm hands caressed away her moments of terror. Who could worry as her son's hand massaged ever widening circles on her easing back.
Up her spine and down to her sore bottom his hands roamed on their mission of mercy. Henry had worked up quite a lather on her back but was reluctant to do the same to her front. His mother's knowing hands lead him to her breasts.
"Be gentle. I'm very sensitive." she quietly asked as she brought her child's soapy arms to her damp nipples.
All feelings of pain had subsided as his lubricated fingers traveled to and from her rapidly erecting points. His hands began to drift more easily now as Henry's breath became noticeably deeper. He could feel a growing in his pants as the water played against her breasts, cleansing them for his eyes and revealing him to his wildest delight.
Helplessly caught up in the realm of his senses, Henry allowed his hands to drop to her pussy. The sudden action of his fingers playing with her cunt, woke Susan to the realities of the situation. She couldn't allow herself to be caught again, and this was her son.
Susan turned to her son and quietly removed his hands from her region. She lifted herself slowly from the water and softly kissed her son's cheek.
Henry suddenly became aware of what he had been doing. He hoped that his advances would not get back to his father because he would surely kill him if he knew what he had done. Henry quickly tore himself from the bathroom and ran into his room. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he did not want to add to his mother's shame by letting, her know that he was crying.
The rapidness of his exit brought Susan to understand what her son must have gone through. In spite of herself she found her feet leading to her son's room. With only that soiled sheet to hide her nakedness from him, she quietly entered his room. She saw Henry weeping on his bed.
"Don't cry, Henry." she offered in a whisper.
"Please leave me alone. I can't believe what I just did." he shouted amongst his tears.
Susan sat next to her son on his bed. He grabbed the pillow tightly to his face to hide his shame.
"You have nothing to worry about. When you found me in shambles and you helped me to feel better, that's all. Don't feel badly, Henry. Feel glad that you could help me."
Susan saw her son's grip loosen on the pillow.
"But I touched you."
"And you made me feel good."
"But it's not right." he cried.
"Is what happened to me today, right." she asked.
He let go of the pillow and turned his wet face towards her.
"What does that have to do with what I did?" he asked, puzzled at his mother's analogy.
"I couldn't explain it to you. Trust me. What you did was not wrong."
"But ... "
Susan stopped his words with her lips. She had not intended her kiss to be anything more than a reassurance to her son, but she found that the meeting of their lips ignited something in her. Perhaps it was this utter innocence of her son as opposed to the brash violation that her husband had made her endure, but somehow, she felt that if she let her son's desire hang on the ledge, she would really do equal damage to him as her husband had done to her.
Susan brought her hand to his cheek and gently stroked his face. Their lips parted and she made certain that he saw her smiling eyes and the nod of her head. Susan brought her lips to his and they met in a simple, beautiful moment.
Henry allow his lips to part and her tongue entered his mouth. With all the tenderness that she could muster, she lead him on to the bed. She darted her tongue into his mouth and lovingly opened the snap of his pants.
"Lie still and relax." she whispered as she pulled down his zipper.
Susan reached her fingers into his pants and softly grasped his cock. She pulled it from his trousers and blew away the few dark pubic hairs that covered the head of his prick. She looked into her son's eyes and warmly delivered her loving message. She lowered her lips upon his cock and instantly noticed an upward motion of his cock. Expertly she brought her warm lips up the entire length of his growing member. She lubricated his shaft with her saliva as she brought her lips down again on his cock and to his furry balls.
She swirled the saliva around in her mouth and thoroughly enjoyed his taste. His growing meat filled her mouth as she brought her lips to the tip of his mushroom. Gently she bit his cock and Henry let out a slight whimper. Susan concentrated her sucking on the head of his shaft.
Henry felt awakened to new emotions. How could he describe these new feelings. The warmth of her throat felt like liquid velvet as she engulfed his entire manhood. Yet, when she carefully bit the tip of his prick, his entire body quivered with this sharp sensation.
Susan brought her hands to his balls. She gripped them tightly and Henry's eyes locked securely. Her fingers loosely formed around his shaft as they began to be raised and lowered onto his fully erect penis. She correlated the moving of her fingers in relation to the sucking action of her lips, expertly. She increased the speed of her sucking and she felt the first droplets of come oozing from his cock. She basked in the savory salty taste of his come, as she rolled it around her mouth.
All thought of motherhood was driven from her, as the drops of his jism swam down her throat. Henry's eyes were tightly closed and his mind flashed the pictures of what was occurring. Although he couldn't actually witness the event, his brain flashed the visions for him. He could clearly make out his mother's incredible body as she worked herself on his cock. Her face, her hair and her lips moved with the ultimate in grace, bringing him to heights that he had never seen.
Susan gripped his cock tightly around the base. She wanted to make sure that the explosion of his cock would burst like an Atom Bomb in her mouth. Restricting him in this manner would only serve to heighten his eruption.
Henry thought he would burst but something in his mother's actions prevented him from doing so. He felt his cock swell and build with waves of semen. The pain in his balls begged for release, but release was not soon in coming as she worked her lips over the sensitive head of his erection.
Bite and suck, bite and suck, she altered the movements of her mouth. She knew what she was doing to him, but she was his mother, and mother's always knew what was really best for her little boy.
Driven to the breaking point, Henry began to pant wildly. He found that he had little control of his body and that his instincts had taken over. He desperately tried to free his cock from her hands. It needed, it begged to explode. His actions only brought another bite from her teeth.
Her teeth sank into his flesh and Henry gave out with a scream. As his voice filled the room, Susan mouth moved more quickly upon his cock. Building his swelling cock to the apex, she released her gripe on his cock. Come, delicious come shot into her mouth and filled her entire oral cavity with his juices.
Henry screamed as tensions were instantly released. The mouth of his cock spat come like a fire fighter's hose. His nozzle sprayed and sprayed again. His mind flashed glorious clouds of bright color into his mind. Reds, greens, and bright yellows formed a rainbow on his horizon. He heard his voice cry aloud with the rush of jism that jet from his being.
Susan savored the last drops of his juices on her tongue. She worked hard for this and she deserved to enjoy them. She allowed them to slowly drain down her throat and she tried to follow the taste of their essence as they traveled toward her stomach. She had enjoyed what had transpired between her son and herself, it calmed her. It let her forget about what violence had been already done to her just that day and concentrate on the gentle deflowering of her son.
Henry's pulse was lessening now as his heart rate eased to a more normal pace. His eyes slowly opened and the world looked somehow different to him. It had lost its mysterious edge that he had found frightening. Somehow, he felt there was something different about himself. He felt a power had been injected into him. He wanted to tell his mother about the difference that she had made to him, but for some reason, the words did not come from his mouth. He looked at her and he reminded himself that this was his mother. But, though his thoughts were filled with confusion, he did not feel the guilt that he might have felt, but he felt closer to her than he had ever felt before. She had taught him about tenderness and sexuality, though her body was ravaged by the scars of a beast that had, no doubt, never experienced the feelings himself.
Susan rose from the bed without saying a word to Henry. She exited the room without ever looking back at her son's prone figure. She had given to him her most wonderful gift and now she had to attend to the business of dealing with her husband.
She entered her room and looked at the ugly marks that he had inflicted upon her. They were ghastly, but perhaps she could work them to her advantage. At first, she felt guilty about feeling weak and submitting to her husband, but if that was the way that he wanted to play the game, then she would gladly enter his arena and play his game.
"This time," she said to herself. "I would be his master. I will control what happens in our little game, I'll never let him get away with this ever again, he will be the one to crawl. I will be the victor."
George Kilmer sat at the local bar alone, consoling himself with a double scotch on the rocks. The first three drinks had not yet even taken affect, but he hoped that this one might cause a chain reaction.
"Fucking women." he said to no one. "Fucking women. They take your money, your house, and your cock and they give it back to you, up the asshole."
He downed half of his drink and returned the glass to the bar.
"I come home early from work and what do I find, some Spanish prick giving my wife the once over. And she was loving it. Like I don't give her enough!" he screamed as several of the other patrons turned to take notice of their brother's plight.
"But I showed her who's boss." he mumbled. "I showed her whose cock she needs."
George took another belt from his glass and down the rest of his drink.
"Left her right there." he pointed to the floor for strength. "Left her right there on the bed ... ass pointing to the sky ... begging me for more. I guess I proved my point to her."
George continued to ramble until he felt an arm touch his back. He reeled around with his eyes ablaze. It was one of his best friends and neighbors, Michael Harrington who had overheard what his pal had been saying. Michael had likewise been drinking and the two of them sat and drowned their sorrows together.
"Hey George. I heard what you said. I want to tell you something. I always thought that Manuel was up to something with my wife but I could never catch the bastard." Michael said to his friend.
"Yeah, Mike. Really? You thought that Tammy was fucking that little cocksucker!" George said almost relieved at the thought that he wasn't the only one that had been dumped on by a horny wife.
"Yeah." Michael said as he raised two fingers to order two more drinks. "It always seemed strange to me that I would catch her taking a shower in the afternoon on the days when he worked for me."
"So what did you do?"
"Nothing. Since I didn't ever catch them, I never thought that they were going at it."
"Well I caught them and if lever see that prick again ... I'll cut his balls off." George remarked with a raised fist in the air. "I'm not going to let him get away with it."
Harrington, enveloped with the rage that his friend was feeling, suggested that they might be able to find Manuel and beat some sense into him and the truth about him and Tammy out of him.
"No." George answered. "I whipped him pretty bad and I don't think that we'll be able to find him around here for quite awhile."
"Well how will I ever find out if she was unfaithful?" Michael pleaded with his friend.
"I don't know what to tell you, Mike." George confessed. "Let's have another drink."
As the two comrades down another sampling of double scotches, the effect of the liquor, combined with the rage he was feeling, yielded a perfect way for George to suggest to get the information for his friend.
"Mike, if you really want to find out if Tammy fucked that bitch, then I know one sure way to find out."
Harrington leaned over to his friend. "What's that George. I would do anything to find out the truth!"
"Anything?"
"Yes ... anything, George." his friend answered.
"The way that I taught Susan who was boss was to beat and fuck it out of her." George bragged.
"Now she really knows the way it is."
"Is that what you're suggesting I do to Tammy?" his friend asked.
"Yes." confirmed George. "You go back home and teach that bitch some manners!"
"I'm not sure that I could do that." Michael said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well what if she called the police, or something like that."
"She wouldn't do that. Besides, you're the one that was hurt in this matter, not her." George advised.
The two friends swallowed down another drink and Michael began to see the reasoning that his friend was offering.
"You know what, George? I think that what you said just might be right," his friend stated.
"Of course it is."
"But I don't think that I could pull it off alone. Do you think that you could help me?" he asked.
"I don't know, Mike. After all, this is your wife." George confessed to the realities of the situation.
"I don't care. One cheating bitch is the same as any other to me."
"Are you sure?" George asked again. "Will it really work?"
"I was never quite sure of anything else in my life. After all, if it wasn't for you, I never would have gotten the idea." Michael praised his friend.
The two figures hoisted another round and toasted their friendship. Michael pulled his thin coat around his shoulders and the men left the bar together.
As they walked across the fields to Harrington's farm, George and his friend had to relieve themselves. As they might have done as teenagers, the two contested whose stream of piss would travel further. After deciding that George was the winner by a very narrow margin, the men again resumed their journey.
After several moments, they reached the Harrington farm. From the outside, his house resembled a carbon copy of the house that George had bought. The same two stories, the same chimney at the top, and the same picket fence surrounding its entrance. Michael opened the latch and they entered the main grounds. George followed his friend up the stairs and watched as Michael struggled to find his house keys. After several moments of fumbling around his pockets, Michael found his elusive quarry. He brought the key to the lock and inserted it into the chamber. The key turned and the lock opened. Michael turned the doorknob and the two comrades entered the house simultaneously.
They found Harrington's wife, Tammy in the kitchen trying to save the night's dinner. She was a tall beautiful woman, that looked like a goddess. Nobody would believe her right age of thirty. She was ten years younger than her husband and when they married eleven years ago, there was some concern about the differences in ages between the bride and her groom. Tammy, had made her husband a great wife. She was faithful, charming and always ready to give anything he wanted, including a blow job whenever he felt the need. In all their years of marriage she had never once strayed from her marital vows. Although she had five opportunities a day, Tammy would pride herself in the fact that she had remained true to Michael.
When her husband and his friend burst into the kitchen she turned to face them. She was trying to save a roast that she had spent three hours on. It was not like her spouse to be late, but she would forgive without a second thought.
"Hi darling." she greeted him."How was your day?" she said not even suggesting that she was upset about his tardy arrival.
"We have no time for pleasantries, bitch." Michael barked back.
Tammy sensed that something was wrong and instinctively moved away from the oven.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you alright?"
"He will be soon, you fucking slut!" shouted George as he grabbed Tammy's arms, causing her to drop her ladle.
"Mike, aren't you going to stop him?" she begged as he answered her with a slap to her face.
She couldn't believe what happened.
The blow struck Tammy's face and she reasoned that this was not her husband doing this, but some evil incarnation of rage and alcohol that she smelled on their breath.
"Come on bring her upstairs, George."
They two friends carried the auburned haired women up the stairs and into the master bedroom. George threw her on the bed and Tammy resisted his attempts to rip the shirt from her chest.
As she struggled against his allies advances, Harrington had gathered up four of his old ties. They raced to the bed and grabbed the right wrist of his stricken wife. He harshly pulled her arm to the bedpost. His wife's lean arm was no match for his brutal strength and as he yanked her arm, she felt it being pulled from its socket.
He bound her wrist to the post as George fought to pin her feet. Once George had succeeded in his task, Harrington gripped his wife's left arm and fastened that to the other post.
"Now let me do her legs." he shouted.
As his friend held her down, Michael pulled the tie in a knot around her ankle. He fastened it to the post and then did the same with her remaining leg. Once this task was completed, they had his wife, bound spread-eagle to each of the posts on the bed.
Tammy looked up at her tormentors and knew that she was at their mercy.
"Mike, why have you done this to me?" she turned to face her neighbor, "George, does Susan know that you're doing this?"
"You know why we're doing this. Just like my wife knew why I did it." was George's violent reply.
That answer provided Tammy with more knowledge than she desired. If George had done this to his own wife, then how could she prevent herself from meeting a similar fate. She had to know the reason for this violent violation.
"At least tell me what I've done?" she asked.
"You fucked that Spanish prick and now we'll fuck you." was Harrington's tearful reply.
"Manuel!" she shouted. "Is this all because of him. You know that I never laid a hand on him. You must be crazy, Mike. If you'll just untie me and send your friend, the goon squad, home, I'll set you straight."
"No!" he answered."You'll only lie to save yourself. The only way that I'll let you go is for you to tell me the real truth."
"But nothing ever happened!" she exclaimed.
"Bitch!" he screamed as he tore the silk shirt from her body. "You lie and now you'll pay for it."
Harrington tore the flimsy bra off of her, revealing her round tits. The bounced slightly as Michael placed one of his knees on the bed. Swiftly, he ripped off her pants.
"No, Mike. Please!" she pleaded, helplessly.
Her pleas were answered with the sound of her panties tearing. She was in shock, how could this be happening to her.
Her furry cunt was opened to George's eyes and he realized that there could be no turning back. He watched as Tammy attempted to divert her cunt from the thrusts of her old man. Finally, her husband landed a solid blow to her face. After this, George noticed that his neighbor's wife offered no resistance to her husband's fully erect prick. He shifted inside her box and humped her with all his strength.
"Talk bitch. Is this how Manuel did it?" he cried.
The tears running down her face was the answer that he was returned as George witnessed the wild flurry of hips, pumping Tammy's pelvis. Deeper and deeper he sank his shaft into her furry muffler. Michael grunted as he spent little time on technique, he had a mission and he was anxious to get it accomplished.
As the juices of her cunt oiled his entrances, Harrington felt little resistance to his meat. The mixture of rage had made his fucking furious. He banged her and banged her, with little regard to the disgrace that his wife was enduring in front of another man.
For her part, Tammy was rapidly losing herself in the pile driving of her cunt. With each harsh hump, the realities of what was occurring to her vanished. She no longer remembered that their actions were being witnessed by an intruder. His cock was the only reality that she really knew. The only thoughts that really filled her mind with the only reality that she needed.
George witnessed this event before. He saw Harrington fucking his wife into the same state of submission that he had seen his very own wife attain earlier in the day. He knew that it would only be moments before Tammy would melt and tell the truth to her husband. He felt that he had to be an actual physical player in these events, not just an interested bystander. He had to participate. He saw Tammy's rich lips and he pulled down his pants. His cock hung fully, as he forced it into the wife of his best friend.
Much to his surprise, Harrington found that the sight of another man's cock in his wife's throat was thrilling to witness. He timed the plunges of his meat to coincide with his friends forceful thrusts into her mouth. He could feel his cock erupting, as he tried in vain to keep it going. The jism shot from his cock and he pulled it from her cunt. The booze had had its effect upon his friend because he saw that George had just shot his first spray of come into Tammy's eyes.
"What a way to teach the bitch who is the boss!" he thought as Michael fired his come onto her face.
Tammy was coated in come as her two attackers fired their orgasmic blasts of white liquid. She was lost in waves of guilt and shame, but somehow the hot liquid made her feel great. It was as if she were the only game in town and every prick had to find her. Instinctively, she found herself opening her mouth to catch their blasts.
She loved the taste, and she knew it.
The curious mixture of their tastes, filled her mouth. She had never been unfaithful to her husband before, and now he had helped to make her do it. She had both hated him and loved him for it.
George watched as the two cocks white washed her face. Occasionally one of their blasts found their way into her mouth. He laughed as drank the last few drops of jism. He laughed to himself when he wondered if she liked the way he tasted better. He gazed at the entire situation. Tammy had a beautiful body which she had worked into terrific shape. He could count the ripples of muscles in her stomach and could see the muscles of her legs flex against the tension of the ties that fastened her. Even for the few seconds that she sucked him, he knew that this women had given him one of the best blow jobs of his life. Maybe he could get her again sometime.
"I don't think that she'll give me any more trouble, George. I want to thank you for what you did for me." Harrington stated.
"Don't worry about it my friend."
CHAPTER FOUR
The pain in George's head refused to subside. He tried to focus on the face of his watch. Through his glazed eyes he made out the time to be, 3:00 A.M. He looked around his surroundings in an attempt to surmise his whereabouts. Standing, he found that he was in the middle of his neighbor's field. Apparently, he had only gotten a few yards before the effects of the booze and the wicked fucking that he had given Tammy Harrington's mouth had gotten to him.
From what he could remember, he left his friend and stumbled out into the night, saying something about his wife and Manuel. Then, judging from the condition that lie now found himself to be in, he must have fallen asleep out in the fields.
Gathering his senses, George struggled to reach his house. At least he would sleep in his own bed tonight. If his wife, Susan gave him any trouble, he knew that he could easily deal with her.
When George had finally reached his home, his head felt as if it would burst. He manage to reach the kitchen bathroom where he downed several pain relievers.
"Just let me sleep." he begged to the pain in his head.
He felt his legs giving way under him. He fell to the floor and closed his eyes. Sleep was now the important issue.
In the master bedroom, Susan Kilmer was wide awake. She knew that her husband had found his way back home as she watched him stagger, and slip. She had to really laugh at his futile attempts at making it to his home. She wanted to curse his very existence but she found herself wanting him to come to her. She still hadn't taken in the full picture of what had happened to them this morning.
"Would it change their relationship?" she thought.
"Wouldn't it have to change their relationship?" was the answer to her question.
She wasn't sure how she would react to him the next time that she saw him. This morning, this fateful morning, he had forced her to submit to his wishes fully. As his prick violated her rectum, she wondered if she hadn't really wanted that all the while. Their marriage had been getting tired, why else would she have fucked Manuel? But maybe this stirring interaction could change that. Maybe this was the way that they both had wanted it.
She heard a sound in the bathroom. She knew instantly what had happened. George was drunk. To try to work things out with him now would be impossible. Susan let her head fall to the pillow. Her thoughts now drifted off to her son. Was what she had done with him wrong? She smiled as she thought about how many women didn't have the strength to do what she had done for her son. What better way to show him her love, then to teach him about love, not sex or brute force but to show him about love herself. Susan, closed her eyes, secure in the thought, that things would be fine, that everything would work out for the best. Another member of this restless home was Henry Kilmer. He couldn't get the visions of what had transpired during the day, out of his mind.
"Did it really happen? Was I dreaming?" were the two thoughts dominating his sleepless night.
Although he knew very well that what had happened was not any dream, he almost wished that it was. What would he do? How would his mother treat him tomorrow? Could he look her in the face after he had seen her in the nude?
Henry heard the sounds of his father staggering up the stairs leading to the house. The sound of his father's steps broke his train of thoughts.
"I will have to sleep on it." he thought to himself. "These things have a way of working themselves out. They always do."
Those were Henry's last thoughts. His eyes found sleep.
Ellen Kilmer had been with James Wray for the entire day and night.
"Shit!" she tapped her lover's arm. "James wake up! It's three o'clock in the morning."
"What?" James worn out body didn't respond to her worried tones.
Ellen shook him again. The entire strength of her body was put into this action. James did not stir.
"I've killed him." she thought aloud. "I've fucked him to death."
Ellen rose from the water bed causing several ripples in the mattress. She looked at the clock again to verify the time. The hands of the clock still read 3:00 and she knew that she was the one that would be dead if she could awaken her novice lover.
"Well at least he's not a beginner anymore." she thought to herself as she walked to her friend's bathroom.
Ellen and her partner had made love for the entire day. Five times they had fucked. Ellen had taught him every position that she knew; with her atop his cock, him on top of her, doggie position, with both of them lying facing one another and for the last time of the night ... standing up against the wall. James was a fast learner. Once he had gotten a taste of what it was like to have a woman, there was no stopping him. He cried and begged for it. Each time they had fucked, Ellen would touch his still juicing cock and find it ready to spring back into action. He was a very willing pupil. She had lead him about the bed as one might lead a dog by the leash.
Ellen looked at her face in the mirror. "Oh my god!" she shouted as she saw her face for the first time since the culmination of their interactions.
She looked like a boxer at the end of a fight. The blonde hair that had been her pride and joy was stuck together by the hot heavy errant gobs of cream that had shot from James' meat. She had two black rings under her eyes and her lips were a flaming red, doubtlessly from the hours of blowing that she had done.
She turned on the taps and let the water run onto her hands. The cool water had an instant wakening effect on her senses. She cupped her fingers and brought the water up to her face. The sudden feeling of cold on her visage brought shivers up and down her spine, but the water succeeded in bringing about the desired reaction. Her senses were alive and her brain was alert. She looked at herself in the mirror again and laughed.
"If this is the price that she had to pay, then it was surely worth it." she thought to herself.
Ellen filled a glass with the now chilled water and neared her prone man. From the pain in her loins, her steps were somewhat awkward.
"It feels like I have had a pole up me," she smiled, not really minded that a pole, James' pole had been in her.
She reached the bed and looked at James. She couldn't believe what she saw. Waiting to greet her as she came to the bed was James' rod, stuck up like a flagpole!
Ellen's eyes shot to his face. He had a huge smile to go with the size of his cock. She could tell that he was sleeping but the deep sounds of his well earned breathing. He looked so sweet and peaceful there.
For several seconds, Ellen pondered sliding down his shaft for the sixth time.
"What a great way to wake him." she smiled.
She bent down to meet his massive member. She closed her lips on his flesh and tasted his meat. She had liked her steaks on the salty side, so Ellen loved the taste of her well spent man.
James' still soundly asleep, let out a mild gasp as she licked his cock softly. She played with the glands in his cock with her tongue until she heard him moan loudly. The sound of his nocturnal mating call brought out the mischievous nature in Ellen. She brought her entire mouth down on him. She ate him for awhile until the sounds of his grunts filled the room.
Though her mouth was hopelessly filled, the muffled sounds of Ellen's laughter could be heard. She continued to suck him off until she could sense his cock was about to explode. As the first droplets of cream entered her open mouth, she brought the cup of water over his cock. Her hands gripped his cock and she began to jerk his meat off in a wild manner.
Still asleep, and possibly having the dreams to end all dreams, James continued grunting his passionate verse.
Ellen turned the cup over, the icy water met James' erect rod as it began to spray its load.
The feeling of the water hitting his cock, woke James in a flurry. Remembering that he was on a water bed, the feeling of wetness did more than dampen his cock.
"I'm drowning." he yelled. "We've sprung a leak and we're drowning!"
Ellen laughed and returned her lips to more important business. She gobbled up his last drops of come and looked up at James.
The full measure of what had happened to him were finally reality to him. His loud laughter filled the room as his sexually based grunts had done moments before.
"You're a cock sucker! Did you know that?" he asked between his laughter.
Ellen smiled up to him with his cock still in her mouth. She thought that she was literally answering his question with her actions and so she decided not to speak.
James pulled her up to him. Her pressed her body close to his. Even in his befuddled state, he could feel the glorious design of his girl. He pressed the soft mounds of her tits against his hard chest and basked in the glow that originated in her eyes. Even though she had been through a work out, she was still the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.
After several moments had past, she broke the silence of the scene.
"Come now, we have to be going. You wouldn't believe what time it is." she said to him, attempting to break his grasp.
"I don't want to leave." he smiled at her. "Let's stay here forever. I really think that's a great idea. Don't you?"
"And what, pray tell, would we live on?" she mockingly replied.
"Lust." he laughed.
"You're just like every other man I've known. Once you get a taste of it, you become like a boy with a new toy."
"Toy trains were never like this, believe me." he stated as they both enjoyed the joke.
"Well, if you want to stay here, then what will we do when my friend Gloria gets back."
"What does she look like? Is she pretty?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then I'll take on the both of you." he laughingly bragged.
"One day and already he's crazy." she said.
"Not crazy, cocky." he said, waving his tool at her as she rose from the bed.
"Well cocky, it's time to leave. I have to go to school tomorrow and so do you." Ellen remarked as she entered the bathroom.
"I'm giving up school. I'm going to stay here and become a professional fucker." he said trying to impress her with his new candor.
"O.K. But it three o'clock." she warned.
"In the morning?"
She nodded her head.
"Oh, no it can't be."
Ellen thought that his face had turned green, but his leaping figure raced by too fast for her to be sure.
"Why didn't you tell me what time it was? My father will kill me." he shouted, no longer playing the role.
"Look at Mr. Macho now." she kidded him as they both hurried into their garments.
They raced to get dressed and their task was completed in record time. Once dressed they paused to look into one another's eyes.
"Thanks for everything, El." he said, becoming serious for the first time since she woke him.
"Don't mention it. And I mean DON'T MENTION IT." They warmly embraced and left the house. Tonight, James had become a man. He wondered if Ellen had noticed the change in him.
The next morning, Susan woke in her empty bed. It took her several moments to focus upon the fact that she had a lot of work and fences to mend, this particular morning.
She rose rapidly and pulled on her clothing. Not bothering to select an outfit, she gathered whatever was closest to her reach. She pulled open the door to her room and raced down the stairs to the kitchen.
She had to reach her husband before the children did!
She turned the knob of the bathroom door and found that it was opened. She pushed the door opened and found her attacker lying on the tile floor. She gazed at him, wondering if should she step on his balls or kiss him. What was she going to do with him?
Susan decided to let him make the first move this morning. She had inspired him with her actions the day before, but now she would let him control the first moves.
She gently touched his arms and his eyes opened. She could see that they were blood red and she could smell that he had been drinking after he had left her.
She was careful not to show the slightest suggestion of emotion as he came to. George looked at her.
"Adulteress!" he thought to himself.
He rose and walked by his wife without a word. He hadn't planned it this way, but he would play it cool and wait for her to react to him.
Susan watched as her husband went to the sink. He squeezed the handle and the water came rushing out. She looked at him as he admired himself in the mirror.
"What balls!" she thought. "He rapes me, leaves me and now he won't even say a word to me."
Determined not to break from her plan, Susan still observed her spouse. He rinsed his mouth with the water.
"Bad taste in your mouth," she thought. "Good, you should suffer, you bastard."
He spit out the water and looked up at the mirror. He could see that his mental foe was watching his every action. He would not give in. He closed the door, making sure that it was locked securely.
"I'll fix that bitch," he thought.
"This will be the moment." Susan thought.
The years that George had studied acting in school had finally paid off. George "acted" as if his wife were not even in the room, as he pulled down his fly and took out his cock.
Susan heard the sound of the stream of yellow liquid hitting the water of the bowl, but she could not believe that he could so totally ignore her. She reminded herself that he had paid special attention to the fact that he locked them in before doing this action. She reasoned that he was playing the same game as she.
She watched as the last drops of his piss leaked from his cock and designed her own plot.
"If that's the way that he wants to play." she thought.
Susan rose from her seated position and walked to the toilet bowl. She pulled the chain and his piss deposits sank beneath the flow of water.
Susan was careful not to reveal anything to her husband as she turned on the water from the shower. She turned her back to him and pulled off her shirt. She dropped her pants and, as he had left her the day before, she was again, naked before him.
She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped into the shower, determined to elicit a response from him. She pulled the curtains closed, carefully leaving just enough space between the curtain and the wall so that her husband's eyes could view her actions.
She brought the soap to her breasts as George's eyes focused upon the wicked welts that he had caused. He watched as she rubbed the soap into her tits, working up a lather. George felt a rising in his pants, but he fought to control it. He knew that this was what she was trying to do to him.
Susan lowered her hands to her snatch. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted George watching her. She slowly lead the tip of the soap to her clit. The soap moved as if it had a will of its own, as it struck its mark, right on target.
George watched as she raised and lowered the soap, caressing every square inch of her form. All thoughts of Manuel drifted from his mind as he took in the full measure of his wife's body. She turned her back to him and he saw the angry en flamed area around her rounded ass. He remembered entering her rear and wanted to do it again.
She noticed the effect that she was having upon his crotch, she knew that she was really winning this round of their silent warfare. She turned to face him and inserted a soapy finger into her pussy.
First one, then two. Slowly moving them in and out of her delicious snatch. George thought that his cock would jump from his skin, as his wife, the very woman that he so fully dominated the morning before, had him in perfect position
He looked down at his erect cock and wished that he had put it back in his pants when he was through pissing. It stood at attention and let his foe know that she was beating him.
Judging by the red color of his cock, Susan had him just where she wanted him. She made her play. She emitted a low moan from her lips and ease the fingers out of her fiery cunt. She put her fingers into her mouth and savored the taste of her own juices. She closed her eyes and quenched her thirst as the wetness of her box washed down to her stomach.
George wanted her. He knew that she was doing just what she wanted to him. If he were to take her, even forcefully, then she, not he would dominate. He would not submit to her. He could not.
Against the sounds of rushing water, Susan inserted the head of the bar of soap into her vagina. Inching it in slowly, allowing her hard husband to imagine that it was his cock, she slid her lathery lover into her womb. First in and then out, she pulled and pushed her waxened love.
George watched as the tempo of her thrusts increased dramatically. He noticed a bubble rise up out of her box and he actually thought that the soap was coming. The creamy bar was fucking his wife as Manuel had the day before!
This action was more than George could stand.
"Fuck this, bitch!" he screamed as he tore the shower curtain from its rungs.
He grabbed his wife by the neck and pulled her from the water's security. He forced her over the rim of the tub and cursed himself for his actions. He heard his wife's harsh laughter and it drove him wild. The sound echoed and echo throughout the room as he pressed his bristling face to meet her wet boobs. He sucked them hard. He wanted to force the laughter from her lips. He wanted to bit away her wall of indifference.
Susan was helpless against her husband's assault. Her feet were still soapy and she could not get a firm footing on the floor. He forced her over the rim of the tub. Her cunt was arched up at his face, teasing him, daring him to enter.
The water from the shower shot onto her face as she felt the first inches of his tormented talon enter her. He forced his cock down her cunt. He wanted it to be hard for her but the work that she had done to herself made his cock feel warmly welcome.
George rammed his meat into her for all he was worth. He didn't care that this was what the bitch had wanted. This was what had to be done. His pulsating piece dove deeply into her. He rode her pussy for all he was worth. If this was what the cunt wanted then this was what she would get!
Susan felt a moan escaping her mouth. She must not let George hear it.
He had.
"That's right. You love it! I'll fuck you senseless." he raged.
The harsh tones of his vile voice rang around the room like a World War II buzz bomb nearing the ground. His voice was just what Susan needed to return her to the task at hand. She returned his volley, aiming for a death blow.
"Right. I love it. But you don't last long enough to give it to me," she spat as she dodged the waves of water.
"I'll kill you." he responded.
He had no intention of killing her, just fucking the shit out of her. He concentrated all of his efforts on making her respond to him. He must. He could not let her win.
Susan tried her best to meet her husband's wild thrusts. Even in this position she could try. She tightened the taut muscles in her pussy and contracted them around his cock. She met his lunges and humped wildly. She felt that she would win.
George felt the sensations in Ids cock becoming more susceptible to the warmth and wetness in her cunt. He could feel the contracting of her pussy squeeze his remaining endurance from him. He cried as he felt himself coming. He couldn't give in to her.
"Please, no." he cried.
Susan heard his voice and could feel his sperm shooting into her fur box. She sensed the kill and flung herself to furious action. She humped him for all she was worth.
George felt his semen shooting and he heard Susan's laughter mocking him. He wanted to shut her up with his cock, but his meat had betrayed him.
He cursed his coming cock and cursed his wife. He knew that she had gotten her revenge. Why couldn't he make her swallow her laughing, mocking tones? Why?
Susan felt his cock pull out of her cunt and his last few droplets fell onto her belly. She rose from out of the stream of shower water. She looked at her husband. She saw his eyes follow her as she stepped back into the shower. She would wash his sperm from her body. She watched his face disappear from her sight as she pulled the curtain silently closed.
George stared at the closed curtain and listened to the water rush over her body. For what seemed like ages to him, he watched, waiting for her to say anything to him. The only sounds that he heard was the water turned off.
Zombie-like, she saw her husband watch her as she dried off her body. Slowly, putting on the best show that she could, she patted a towel to her chest. They hurt from the furious action that he had inflicted upon them, but she did not allow her face to betray the pain that she felt.
She was the castrating bitch.
She was the winner!
George knew that words would not be exchanged. He opened the door and felt his way to the kitchen table. He sat down in his chair. It had been inscribed:
HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD
Somehow, he didn't feel that the title fit.
CHAPTER FIVE
Henry Kilmer woke late that day. It was eight o'clock and he had better hurry or he would be late starting his traditional Saturday chores.
"On a farm," his father often reminded, "everyone has their own job to do."
For Henry that meant checking and patching the fences, feeding the various but small selection of stock that his father had acquired, checking the level of well water and cleaning up the barn.
Henry knew that if he got a late start then he might miss his noon meeting with Judy Locke. After last night, he had gone to bed not certain that he wanted to see her, but now, in the light of a new day, he knew that this was one appointment that he wanted to keep.
He stretched the wariness from his body and began his morning regiment of exercises.
"Err" he groaned as he began his first of fifty set-ups.
These were followed in rapid secession by an equal number of push-ups, jumping jacks, leg raises and groans from pain.
Henry cursed the fact that he had allowed his studies to break his regiment. He hadn't exercised in a week and his body hurt.
As he was going through his paces, he thought of what his mother had done for him last night. She had helped him to get over his shyness and helped him to experience feelings that he never thought could exist in him.
He wondered what his father would do and he wondered if his mother would ever tell. The sounds of footsteps nearing his door broke the spell that he was under.
There was a knocking at his door.
"Come in." he heard himself saying.
The door opened and his mother entered the room. She was wearing the bathrobe that he had given her for her last birthday. He took that to mean that he wouldn't be in for trouble.
Susan greeted her son with a warm smile. She could appreciate what must be going on in his mind. Perhaps he even wondered if she might tell his father on him. She drew near to him and he rose to meet her. She softly kissed him on the cheek.
Henry sensed the feeling of warmth that was coming from his mother and he tried to let her warmth envelop him. He felt her lips press against his face and it gave him a warm, tender feeling all over. He was thrilled just looking at his mother.
"Good morning." she said.
"Hi." he answered. "How do you feel today? I mean after what you were through yesterday, I'm happy to see you up so early." he felt the awkwardness of his words. He hoped that she would pick up what was on his mind.
"What do you mean, after what I went through. How do you feel?" she smiled. "After what you were through yesterday, I'm glad to see that you're up today."
He smiled. She always knew the right thing to say to him. She always knew how to make him feel fine.
"I feel great ... now that you're here." he said.
"Thank you." she said. "Don't worry about what happened, Henry. Just enjoy the feelings that we shared and remember them when you're with someone else. You can't allow yourself to fall back into your shell."
Susan felt strange about sounding like a mother to him. She knew that he would need some words of encouragement and she hoped that those would suffice.
She stood away from her son and left the room. She was certain that he was now a man.
Henry watched as she left the room. He thought about what she had said about his "shell" and knew that she was right. He pulled on his shoes and left his room.
When he got to the kitchen, Henry saw his father seated solemnly at the table. For a moment, Henry thought that perhaps he knew everything. Could it be possible? Supposing his father had found out about what he had done? He decided that he would have to face him. Henry entered the room and spoke to his father.
"Did mom say anything to you about what happened to her last night." he asked.
His father did not answer. Henry took this to mean that he knew. He braved the question again.
"Dad, did she tell you what happened?" he said.
His father looked up from the coffee that he had been dreaming into.
"Yeah, I know what happened to her. I just hope that they catch the creep who did it to her." George felt poorly enough, now he was lying to his son.
Henry felt his entire body ease as his father's words reached his ears. He didn't know. She had been true to him.
"I don't know if we should call the police." Henry said, remembering what his mother had said last evening.
"We'll see, son." George said as he rose from the table.
George had to go somewhere to think. He exited the house and went in the direction of his bar.
"He's really taking it hard." thought Henry.
After finishing breakfast, Henry rushed from the main house and into the jobs that awaited his attention. In record breaking time he ran around the house and the farm doing everything.
He completed his chores and raced back into the house to get ready for his date with Judy.
Taking the steps two at a time, he reached his room. He lifted off his shirt and sniffed at his underarms.
"Christ!" he cursed. "I'll never be on time if I have to take a shower."
After a momentary debate, Henry opted that a shower was better than smelling like an old shoe. At least this way, he would be allowed to stay.
George grabbed his bathrobe and entered the upstairs shower. The water barely had time to wet him when he was drying off back in his room, drying off with a towel. He blew his hair out quickly, not even bothering to comb it.
Henry pulled on his clothes and was out of the front door in a flash. When he finally found the right address, he was twenty minutes late. He knocked on the door and he received no answered.
"I blew it." he panicked.
He knocked again, this time more forcefully.
Henry heard the light footsteps approaching the door, he felt a wonderful wave of relief shoot through his body.
"Hi." she greeted him, "I thought that you had forgotten about me."
Henry looked at her and surveyed her form. She was wearing a dark blue string bikini and her small body was well oiled with sun tan lotion. Her stomach glistened in the sun as she smiled at him from the door.
"Forget her," he thought, the vision of her looking like this would be forever etched into his mind.
"Well, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she asked as she pulled open the door to allow him to enter.
Henry followed her in and watched her ass as it swayed with her walk. He couldn't believe that he had missed her in school for all this time.
"Do you want to join me for a sun bath? Or should I wash this mess off and we'll study?"
Henry cursed himself for not remembering to bring his book. In his haste to leave, in completely slipped his mind. How could he dodge this.
"I would like to study, but my sister must have stolen my book this morning. I couldn't find it when I left the house this morning." he bluffed.
"That's alright, we can share mine," she said as she continued to walk from the house.
"I wouldn't mind staying out in the sun, but I didn't bring my bathing suit." Henry remarked. "Gee, I really wish you had said something, and I would have brought mine," Henry mumbled, embarrassed.
Judy stopped and turned to face Henry. She smiled and saw Henry nervously smile back.
"Well you can either borrow one of my father's, or you don't have to wear one at all." she looked at him coyly.
"What?"
"There's a huge fence built around my house and you can't see in from the outside." she winked.
"I don't think so, Judy." Henry felt himself recoiling from her. He knew that he wasn't doing what his mother had suggested.
"If you don't mind," he continued, "I could just pull off my shirt and sit next to you."
"Great." she answered. "And Henry, I was only fooling about the other kind."
"You mean you don't have a fence?" he asked, not realizing that she was making a joke.
"No silly. I mean about you going nude." she offered.
Henry followed her outside into the noon day sun. He hadn't realized how hot it was when he was racing over to her house but now the full blast of solar heat warmed him. He gladly removed his shirt and wished that he had the nerve to remove the rest.
Judy lay down on her chase lounge and motioned for him to take the one next to hers.
He sat down next to her and the scent of her oil filled his nose. Its fragrant aroma had a curious, hypnotic effect. He studied her long legs and followed their length as they led to her stomach. He noticed that she was wearing a gold chain around her waist which serve to enhance the presence of her flat stomach. Henry found himself staring at her chain. He lowered his eyes to the bottom half of her scant bikini. He wondered what lay underneath that bit a blue fabric.
"Henry." she said, breaking his trance."I'm very glad that you could come here today."
"I'm glad that you asked me."
"Thanks." she smiled. "I really must confess to you something."
"What could you possibly have done?" he questioned.
Judy Locke was a great general. As the master strategist that she was, she knew how to turn her surrender to an offensive weapon.
"Well, I was planning to meet you for a long time."
"So what's wrong with that?" he asked, reasoning that she must actually like him.
"Nothing, but ... you see, I really like you ... "
Henry felt a smile forming on his face.
"And though there's nothing wrong with that, it was the way that I arranged to meet you that was."
"What do you mean?" Henry quizzed, not caring how she tricked him.
"Well," she continued. "Yesterday's meeting was no accident. I arranged to meet you like that for weeks."
"Hey, don't feel badly. I am very flattered that someone like you could be interested in me." Henry offered, trying his best to act as if his wasn't about to jump in the air with tire excitement that he was feeling.
Judy had practiced her blush long enough to know that it should have blossomed into full bloom.
"I hope that you won't be angry with me," she stated, laying another snare for her prey.
"I'm not angry." he put his arm around her.
"Really?"
"Really." he said as sincerely as he could.
"Then we can be friends?" she asked.
"We are, already." a confident Henry answered.
"Good." she kissed him lightly on the lips. "Because that's what I want us to be, good friends."
"Me too," Henry replied, his heart racing away. She didn't know how friendly.
Judy opened her purse and took out a long, thin, handmade cigarette. She placed it into her mouth and offered her new friend some of her wares.
Henry had spent enough years in a big city high school to recognize the sweet, pungent smell of a Marijuana joint being lit. He had often wanted to sample the enticing smoke but he had never been given the chance to do so before.
He watched as Judy pulled the lighted match from the tip of the joint and inhaled the sweet smoke for the first time. She breathed in the noxious fumes and closed her eyes to better savor the favor.
Judy's taste buds came alive with the sweet taste of the pot. She felt the smoke travel down to her lunges and she allowed dulling effects of the pot to linger longer as she held in her breath for what seemed like hours. Finally, she exhaled the fumes. She brought the tip of the joint to her lips and sucked in the air which filtered through the tip. Again, she could feel her entire body filling with the unique effects that came from swallowing the smoke. She held her breath until she could feel her aching lungs ready to burst and exhaled the smoke into the air.
Henry found himself becoming curious to taste the pot. After all, no one could see him from behind the fence. He watched enviously, as Judy enjoyed the smoke. When she finally offered the burning ember his way, he heard her voice. It was raspier than it was before.
"Light up, Henry. Let's toast our friendship!" she said as she passed the joint his way with a smile.
He took the joint into his hand. He felt its weight. He was surprised to find that it weighed the same as a regular cigarette would. Somehow, he always imagined that it would be heavier. He brought the grass to his mouth and inhaled deeply. The sweet smoke filled his lungs and he quickly coughed it back out again.
Judy, trying to help her friend, pounding his back.
"First time?" she asked.
His coughing answered her question.
"Don't worry. This happens to everyone the first time that they smoke a joint." she stated.
Henry could feel his lungs mercifully clearing.
"Don't worry, Henry. All that happened is that you tried to take too much in at one time. Here," she took the joint from his hands. "Watch me."
Henry watched as his friend brought the glowing object to her full lips. They parted slightly to allow the entrance of the joint. He noticed how he stomach lifted slightly as she pulled in the fumes of the grass. As she exhaled, he watched a tiny drop of perspiration travel down from her silkened, oiled ribs and, aided by the constriction of her stomach as it returned to its original position, down her flattened belly.
Her belly reflected the rays of the sun. Her brown flesh filled his eyes as he could feel the lump he was feeling filling his pants. The desire was starting to build and he didn't know what he was going to do.
She offered the joint to him again.
"Here. Now that you watched me, you're an expert." she said through her raspy tones.
Henry took the cigarette from her tanning fingers and brought it to his mouth. Slowly, more carefully, he inhaled the pungent fumes. He felt the smoke glide down his throat and float through to his lungs. He held in his breath for awhile and slowly allowed it to escape from his lips.
"Well, how do you like it." she asked. "Why don't you try it again?"
Henry repeated the same process that he followed before. Again, he could feel his body fill with smoke. Judging from the tingling sensations that were centering in his spine, he thought that the dope was taking effect.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "Why haven't I ever tried this before?"
"I bet there's a lot of things that you never did before." Judy let slip out of her mouth.
"Dammit!" she thought, "I hope that I don't scare him off.
"You should only know the half of it." Henry offered. He was amazed at the frankness of his words.
"Henry, would you pass the joint back to me? I want to show you a trick." she asked as he found himself returning the joint.
"Come closer." she asked.
He leaned closer to her mouth.
He watched as she placed the lit end of the joint into her mouth. She placed her fingers around his neck and brought him closer to her. She blew the smoke from the other end of the joint it came shooting out into his nose.
Henry inhaled the fumes through his nose. He felt the effects of the smoke. His brain was spinning and he felt free of all inhibitions.
Judy removed the burning tip from her mouth.
"There's one other trick that I wanted to show you ... " her words were cut off as she place the proper end of the cigarette into her mouth.
Henry watched as her stomach swelled with the rapid influx of air. He saw her lips, minus the joint, near his. He felt her soft lips pressing against his. The marijuana had made him more receptive to the pressure from her lips. She parted his lips with her tongue and forced the smoke that had been filtering through her lungs, into his opened mouth.
At first, Henry had been caught off guard by this sudden move, but now he could feel the smoke that had been ripening in her body mix within him. He exhaled their smoke and allowed her tongue entrance into his mouth. He had never felt anything as fantastic as the feeling he was having now. He wished that this feeling could go on forever.
Her snake like tongue slithered across the roof of his mouth and played with the interiors of his cavity. Her taste, mixed with the unique taste left in his mouth, was enrapturing.
"I like this trick better than the first one." he said.
"Are you happy that I tricked you into coming here?" she asked.
"Oh yes." he lowered his lips upon hers.
"Would you like to rub some oil on me?" she asked. "I'll do the same for you."
Henry could feel his erect cock jump out of his pants as his mind played his fantasies before his brain. He hoped, prayed that she would do what he hoped she would.
Judy sat back on the chase lounge. Her oily, sinewy belly pointing up at him. She brought her hand to her cleavage and unsnapped the hook that was holding the top half of her bikini tightly to her chest. She separated the cups of her bra with her slender fingers to reveal her small breasts to Henry's view.
Henry saw the offering that Judy had made and he knew that dreams do come true. His eyes fixed on her small, firm tits. They pointed their nipples directly to his brain, invitingly.
He saw them and in his mind they invited him to sample them. Henry brought his lips to her nipple and savored the texture the her hardening raisin. The taste was unbelievable, he couldn't believe this was happening.
He lifted his lips from her tit and gazed into her smiling face. The warm glow that she radiated reminded him of his mother, as he unscrewed the top of her tanning oil. He poured a generous portion of the oil into his palm. He put the bottle down beside his legs and brought his hand over her erect flesh.
The oil, which had been sitting in the sun and was warm, covered the tip of her tit, sending tremors of glorious sensations throughout her body. Her cunt tingled with anticipation as he moved his hands in a circular motion over her nipple. He greased her searing point, with his well oiled palm and she gasped out a rushing of air.
Judy dropped her hands to the two buttons which held the panty part of her suit together. She slipped her fingers beneath the snaps and undid them. She pulled her bikini pants off, and parted her legs.
Henry brought the bottle of oil above her smoldering skin. He poured a generous amount in a straight line. Bringing the line of oil down from her neck, between her breasts, past her stomach and to the beginning of her tight, black fur. He let the capped bottle fall to the floor and he brought both of his hands into play. The indescribable sensations that his fingertips were experiencing translated to his groin in waves of on-rushing blood. He could feel his cock swell with his full manhood, as he let his hands roam freely over the length of her beautiful body. He could not believe what was happening, but he knew he liked it.
The intake of the grass before, had let Judy receive the entire spectrum of sensations that she was feeling. Her glistening body melted under the oily touch of her new friend. She heard her breath sharpen rapidly. Her pussy was filling with fluids.
She reached down and unzipped Henry's pants. As soon as his fly was opened, his cock popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. Judy found the bottle of oil in her hands. She lifted the lid from the bottle and emptied the contents into her palm. She brought her slick fingers over the entire length of his shaft as he continued to massage her with his hands.
Henry closed his eyes as Judy lubricated his meat with the oil. She brought her hands up and down his shaft, lengthening his erection by two inches.
"Fuck me," she pleaded.
"Oh yeah," she didn't have to ask twice.
Henry mounted her with his oily muscle and eased it into its target. He heard her pant slightly, as he found a comfortable position on the small chase.
The chair creaked as the two well oiled bodies met in sensual bliss.
"Creak ... creak" was the sound that it made as Henry moved on top of this beauty and as the head of his cock started to throb. Then he plunged his pile driver into her tunnel of love.
"Oh Henry!" Judy gasped as he found the correct tempo of her pelvic response.
She felt her entire pussy fill with his manhood. She knew that it was worth waiting for her man. It had been a long, enduring battle, but now Judy was savoring the spoils of her victory. She grabbed a pillow from the chair that he had been sitting in and placed it under her back. Using this for leverage, Judy could accept more of his huge member.
Henry felt himself entering her more deeply than before. He wondered what this wonderful women was doing to him. He felt her pussy's velvet caress as she tightened the muscles of her cunt around the meat of his cock.
Henry pounded her pussy with his well hardened cock until he thought that he would black out from the effort. The heat the two had caused made a bead of sweat drip into his eyes. The sweat brought a blanket of darkness to his sight. He could feel, sense more now that his eyes were temporarily blind. He could feel the sperm burning in the tip of his cock. It pressured him to release them.
Judy felt a thousand pins prick her organ with each new thrust of his point. She could feel herself coming as she felt the first eruption of his cock spurt into her. Instinctively, she fastened her fucking to meet his climax. They both stated pumping like mad.
"I'm coming!" Henry shouted.
His cream shot from his cannon in hot flares of force, his eyes tighten, as he felt his prick explode again and again.
"I'm coming." he repeated.
The force of his orgasm ignited Judy's clit.
"I can feel it!" she cried.
Judy drove her pussy into his prick. She felt the delicious fullness of his meat full her liquid labia. Her own climax brewed rapidly. She could feel her clit building to the breaking point. She drowned in sensations as the first tidal wave of the climax surfaced.
Losing all control, the greased gladiators pumped and gripped each other. Their moans echoed through the porch, sending their sensual message into the deserted street.
Henry felt his cock exploding as he gasped for air. He felt lost in the ocean of feelings. The effects of the pot were such that, his creaming cock loaded her cunt with jism and his brain soared with sensations.
As the last blows entered her pussy, Judy felt totally released. She had given herself totally to the waves of emotion that their fucking had produced. She felt his plunging cease and she took a deep breath of air. She was coming down off their joint ride and back to earth. She closed eyes as a wondrous sense of euphoria swept her away.
For what seemed like hours, the two slick bodies lay in each other's arms. They had long since separated and were gliding slowly down. Henry opened his eyes slowly and took in the full beauty of his partner. She looked like an angel to him. He thought, in spite of her dark hair, this could be his mother here. Although visually, the two were dissimilar, they really didn't look alike but there was a quality they both had that started to produce just exactly the feelings that this girl produced for him were the same. They both made him feel secure, warm and protected. Judy's eyes opened and he felt their presence instantly.
Judy reached up to him and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"Hi." she stated breathlessly. "How do you feel?"
He smiled. "Like I'm in heaven."
"That's strange."
"Why?" he sounded puzzled.
"Because some of the things that we just did, broke every commandment in the book," she laughed.
Henry wrapped his thick arms around her and pressed her naked body into his. He could feel her body quiver as she laughed.
He kissed her warmly.
He felt as if he could finally relate to a women.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan had dressed and combed her hair. Her thoughts drifted off the actions that had recently transpired.
"I guess we're even now." she thought to herself and smiled.
She wondered how her relationship with her husband might change now that she felt that they were equal. He had certainly gotten the best of her in their bedroom the day before, but she could feel his dominance over her wane, as he pulled his cock from her in the bathroom this morning.
She started to look in on her daughter, Ellen. She advanced several steps in that direction but thought better of it when she reached the door.
"It sounded as if she had gotten in really late, last night and maybe I should just let her sleep." she thought.
Susan walked down the stairs leading to the kitchen thinking of what she could do with the day. She would not just sit around waiting for George to come home. Of that, she was certain. Perhaps she could call on her neighbor, Tammy Harrington.
Susan entered the closet and took her coat off the hanger. It was a light, thin leather jacket which was perfect for the weather that they had been having lately. The weather was really beautiful, but still, you needed something, just in case it turned cold.
Her brisk steps brought her to the picket fence outside the Harrington farm, in several minutes. She lifted the latch off the lock and entered onto the grounds.
"Where's Michael." she thought. "It was strange not to see him working on the farm on a Saturday." her thoughts continued.
She walked up to the door and beat the knocker harshly. She really wanted to see her friend, just to relax and have a cup of coffee, maybe, just maybe, she might forget awhile. The loud contact between iron and wood gave off a wicked sound that rang through the house.
"Tammy. It's me, Susan."
After a short pause in which she returned the knocker to the door, she heard the rapid footsteps of her neighbor nearing the door. Susan saw the door open and a haggard, Tammy standing in the vestibule.
"Hi." Tammy greeted.
"Hi." Susan responded, eager to ask her friend about her condition.
Tammy lead her friend into the house and the two good friends sat next to each other on the couch.
"Tammy, I hate to sound as if I'm being nosey but, are you alright?"
"Sure." she answered, trying to be cheerful, but not too convincingly.
Tammy wanted to tell her friend what happened, but she wasn't sure how she would react. After all, George did have his cock in her mouth and she didn't exactly spit it out.
"Tammy, I know that something is wrong. Why don't you tell me? Maybe I could help." she said as she took her friend's hand.
"No. I'm alright. I just feel a little under the weather."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Tammy's hand tighten hard on Susan's. Susan knew that her friend was lying. "Why didn't she want to tell me?" Susan thought. "What could have happened that was so wrong that she could be embarrassed to tell me."
Susan ran the intimate knowledge that she had interrelated with Tammy. They had openly discussed their abortions, lovers, sexual problems, marriage problems and even the problem that Tammy was having with her sterility.
"Listen to me, hon." Susan said. "Whatever is wrong, and I can tell that something is wrong, you can tell me. After all, haven't we discussed everything with each other."
Tammy looked into her friend's pretty face. It had a halo of warmth surrounding it that made Tammy feel that she could open up to her. She knew that there was nothing she had to be worried about with her friend.
"Alright, but don't forget, you asked me to tell you." She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as the words leaked from her mouth.
"Listen, after all we've been through, just don't worry." Susan offered.
Susan took a firm grasp of her friend's hand and prepared to tell her what happened.
The words began to flow slowly from Tammy's lips.
"Last night ... I was just cooking ... you know, and I was trying to save the roast. Well, it was late and I was worried because Mike had never come home that late before. Suddenly, in he comes, all in a rage because of that guy, you know, the one that works for you?"
"Manuel." Susan started to sense the worst.
"That's right, Manuel. Mike was screaming about me and Manuel. That's all I could make out because he was drunk, 'Manuel' he kept on shouting."
Susan felt her beating heart pounding in her chest as her friend continued her story. She hoped that she would be wrong, but somehow she felt that George's name would enter the story soon.
"Suddenly, he grabs me and George ... " Tammy realized that the rest of her story would be even more difficult to say.
Susan heard the rest of her friend's words but they didn't register in her mind. As Tammy's tale slowly unfolded, Susan's heart started to quicken, and she started to think, her mind flashed the pictures of George and Tammy. With the fury that he was feeling toward women, she felt sorry for her friend. She knew that Tammy would not lead George on, but she also knew that George was out to punish all women through her.
"Oh Tammy, I'm so sorry." Susan said as she drew her friend closer to her. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you did nothing to provoke their assault."
"I'm so glad that you understand. They were so strong and it happened so fast ... " Tammy's voice melted into tears. She held Susan's body tightly to hers.
Susan's feeling of sorrow suddenly switched to feelings of anger.
"George had gotten to her. He had done her in," her vengeance seeking mind thought. "I must get even with him."
"Tammy, you said that they both attacked you?"
Tammy shock her head.
"Well George did the same to me, too."
"Are you serious? Men can be such animals."
"They can also be such ignorant fools."
"What do you mean?"
"When it comes to pleasing a women, they think that they must first brutalize their bodies."
Susan stood in front of the couch. She pulled off her thin jacket and placed it on the place beside her friend.
"Let me show you what George did to me." Susan said as she opened her blouse.
Tammy's eyes fixed on her friend's fingers as they slowly unfastened the first of four buttons that held her from her view. The first and second buttons were undone and Tammy saw the slightest hint of the cleavage that she was so envious of.
Susan opened her blouse and revealed the wicked welt that George had inflicted upon her nipples.
"He did this with his hands." Susan said as she teasingly brought her tits up to Tammy's face.
"Does it still hurt?"
"They're still very sensitive to the touch." she said as she brought her friend's fingers up to their points. "They still hurt me over here and here."
Tammy felt the soft mounds of flesh. She had never felt the skin of another women's breast and these massive boobs felt very pleasing to her.
"Ow!" Susan faked. "You have to be very careful not to hurt me."
Tammy had been hypnotized but the size and shape of her friend's tits. She did not remember squeezing them so hard. She didn't want her friend to get the wrong idea and she felt her face blushing with redness.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
She knew that the tension was building in Tammy and she intended to increase her sensation through her shame. She wanted Tammy to know that she was touching her breasts. She wanted Tammy to enjoy it.
With all of the knowledge that the two had exchanged about sex, Susan knew that her friend had never been with one of her own genre before. She had neglected to tell Tammy of her experiences with her own lesbian lover, that summer in college. She was only sixteen then, although she had developed fully and she was swimming with her best friend at the time, Joyce Evens. Joyce was a fun person to be with and they often avoided the usual Friday night dates to hang out together.
This one evening after school, they found each other examining the difference in the way that they were developing. Although Susan was very big and full, Joyce was slim and small. They fondled each other and ended up the evening in a glorious sixty-nine, which resulted in Susan's first acknowledged orgasm.
Susan thought of that evening as she lead Tammy's fingers on an exploration of the surface of her breasts. She glided them over the points of her nipples and bought them around the pink outline surrounding her nipples.
Tammy felt herself enjoying the experience that Susan was leading her through. It was a welcome change to feel the softness of a woman's flesh after she had been brutally creamed by her two attacker's hard pricks the evening before. The softness of her skin was very pleasing, and she knew she liked it.
Tammy felt as if she would like to taste the mounds of flesh that hung before her mouth. Slowly, she advanced her lips.
"If Susan reacts strangely to this, I'll pretend that I was just trying to help her." Tammy thought as she pursed her lips upon the pink flesh.
Susan looked down at her friend.
"If George could get her, then I must have her too." Susan felt.
She felt her friend tentatively kiss the points of her breast. When she didn't receive any discouragement, Susan felt Tammy's lips part and her soft, wet tongue lick lovingly at her tits. She closed her eyes as her friend's tongue cleansed her of her last feelings of pain.
Tammy let her tongue roam over the tip of her tits. She felt the point of the nipple raise and harden. Gently, she brought her teeth down on the building object. She heard Susan gasp.
"Come with me." Susan suggested as she lead her friend's hands to the floor.
She pulled Tammy on top of her and advanced her lips to meet her friend's. Hungrily, their mouths met in a heated kiss. Tammy's lips parted to allow the welcome entrance of Susan's tongue. Susan darted her dart playfully against her lover's. She let her tastes mix with her juices.
Tammy let her tongue just dance with Susan's. She followed her lead, as their tongues flicked together. She had never tasted another woman before and she wanted more.
Susan let her hands slide down her friend's body. Through the thin shirt that she was wearing, she could feel every contour, every rib in her back. She pulled the shirt up from her waist. Tammy responded by lifting her stomach so that the shirt could travel rapidly up her frame. Without ever removing her tongue form her mouth, Susan lifted the tee shirt over her breasts. Tammy's small, firm points wiggled out of their container and hugged snugly against Susan's more massive mounds. The touching of soft flesh to soft flesh, was uniquely feminine. Tammy's entire brain centered on the sensations that her nipples were feeding her. The pleasurable sensations that she felt were driving her to want to explore more.
Susan broke their kiss long enough to finish removing the shirt from Tammy's back. She glimpsed the thin, though well conditioned tone of the other woman's body as it was lowered against her own.
"Oh Susan," Tammy moaned. "I need you so badly."
Susan's lowered her mouth onto her friend's. Their full lips met again. As they were kissing body, Susan moved her hands towards the running shorts that her friend was wearing. The black cotton shorts slid easier off her silkened rear. Susan felt that her friend was not wearing any panties as she separated the two mounds of her ass. She gripped them tightly as she advanced her index finger to the circumference of her hole. She massaged it gently, getting it ready for her entry.
Susan heard Tammy gasp with pleasure as she inserted her finger into her awaiting hole.
"Mike had done this to her before, but never with such understanding." Tammy thought.
She sighed as her friend expertly glided her fingers into and out of her ass. She bit down softly on Susan's lower lip.
Turned on to an even greater extent by her partner's reactions, Susan ventured her hand toward Tammy's pulsating pussy. She felt Tammy's pelvis rise as her hand moved toward its destination.
Tammy continued to feel the rapturous waves of delight coming from her friend's expertly placed performance in her well, as she felt a new orifice of her body being invaded. Lovingly, she felt Susan slide a finger into her cunt. She felt her juice oozing out of her every pore to welcome this visitor.
Tammy's cunt began to dance on the end of her friend's fingers as she felt another and still another slim stick enter into her hole. She was experiencing two very different feelings at once, when her cunt rose upward in response to her fingers, Susan's other set of five, drove more deeply into her ass. It was a tender mixture of pleasure and pain and Tammy blessed them both.
Susan drove her hands in like a double headed prick. She fucked both of her friend's hole simultaneously. She was doing the job that both of the men did the night before! A sense of pride in a job well done filled Susan. She drove her friend further to an even more frenzied state.
"Let me do you!" Tammy exclaimed between gasps.
Susan slide her fingers from Tammy's openings and allowed Tammy's starved mouth to drink in the fullness of her breast. Her lips quenched themselves thirstily on her nipples. She brought the two of them together and licked them both, wildly.
Tammy lowered her lips to Susan's flat belly. She let her lips lavish themselves on her deep, perfectly round button. She slid her tongue into her hole and felt Susan's body squirm beneath her mouth.
Her fingers opened the fastener of Susan's pants and slid down her zipper. Susan lifted her ass to allow Tammy to remove her pants. Tammy gazed at the long, luscious legs of her neighbor and her stained panties. They were wet with the juices that Tammy needed to drink!
Like a person who hadn't eaten for weeks, Tammy tore the panties off of Susan. She parted her legs and felt Tammy's liquid tongue lap at her pussy juices.
Tammy parted the lips of her cunt and saw a slight bulging of rich red flesh jutting out at her. She gripped the flesh in her teeth and gnawed at it like the last piece of meat on a drumstick of a turkey.
"Christ, that feels good." Susan cried.
The encouragement was all that Tammy needed. She totally engulfed the juicy clit in her mouth. Her tongue tenderly played with its tip. She heard Susan's loud panting and it made the pounded of her desires register in her heart. As she was sucking at her clit, she inserted two of her fingers into Susan's hot cunt. She felt Susan's flesh leap as she fingered the interiors of her tunnel.
"My ass, too." Susan begged.
Susan raised the cheeks of her behind and she felt the probing of Tammy's fingers at the entrance of her hole. She dropped her ass quickly, forcing her friend's fingers into her. Susan screamed with delight as the fingers reamed her ass.
Surprised at the suddenness of the entrance, but nonetheless delighted, Tammy continued her sucking, fingering and prodding.
She had never taste a woman before. It was a strange and new taste. As Susan's deliciously generous cunt sprayed her mouth with its cream, she savored each drop. At first, she found the taste to be disconcerting, but now she found it to be the rarest of natural wines. She swallowed every last drop that she could find with her fingers and lips. She felt drunk with passion as she felt Susan turn her body.
Susan positioned herself so that she could both give and receive. In a déjàvu of the evening many summers in the past, Tammy opened her thighs to allow Susan complete entry.
Susan lapped at Tammy's juices in the same way that her friend was doing to her. The electricity of their sensual contact brought shocks to both of the conductors. They were both lost in their feelings and senses as they drown in the realm of tastes and smells that they were savoring.
Simultaneously, their lips cried out with their mutual orgasm. Amongst pants and cries they embraced each other tightly. Each trying to transmit to the other, the excitement that they had brought.
When Susan felt her sensations slowly ebbing, she looked into Tammy's eyes and knew that she owned her. She had chopped another inch off of her husband's dominance!
Back in their house, Ellen's tired eyes opened to face the day. Slowly, she bent to see the face of the clock. She couldn't believe it when she read:
2:00 P.M.
As the digital clock blazed its message into her eyes, Ellen wondered how she could have been so foolish as to allow herself to so grossly oversleep.
She attempted to get out of her bed, but every muscle in her body ached with the pain that James had so lavishly administered with his body. Ellen's lips smiled against the pain of her aching body, as she flashed a rerun of their marathon fucking that had left her so achingly laid up.
"Ow!" her back cried its painful message to her lips.
Carefully, she pulled her beaten body off of her mattress.
"God, do I ache," she thought.
As she tried to walk to the bathroom, she found out that the pain in her legs and back were minor compared to the searing sensations that her over worked loins were sending. She inched to the steps leading to the downstairs and repeated her statement of the night before.
"I'd swear I was fucking a gorilla."
When she said that to James during their good night kiss, his face lit up like a thousand Christmas trees. For a novice in the methods of love, James had handled himself, and her, very well.
She thought of him as she lowered herself, one step at a time toward the kitchen. After what seemed to her like years, she reached her destination. She pushed the doors of the kitchen opened and entered the room. Inching toward the refrigerator, she grabbed a glass. She opened the refrigerator doors and removed a container of orange juices. She poured herself a glass and lowered herself into a chair.
After several moments of switching her positions in the chair to find the least painful one, Ellen reached for the glass of vitamin C.
The cool orange liquid flowed through her mouth and brought her taste buds back to life. She had a terrible taste of blood in her mouth. She guessed that her evening of cock sucking had caused her gums to bleed. As the juice washed down her throat, she had to laugh to herself, as she began to find herself and her thoughts again turned to James.
"A country boy. A little slow. Not all that great looking," she rationalized. She thought a few more moments about the negative aspects of her newest lover and then she smiled. In spite of everything, or because of it, she found that she had cared a great deal for him.
She downed the remaining drops of her juice and gingerly rose from the table. She walked to the bathroom and enter it. Ellen remembered what she had looked like in her friend Gloria's mirror and decided that it would be best to take a shower before braving such an experience again.
She pulled back the curtains and turned the knob of the shower. Its water spray into the tub rapidly and the steam from the hot water filled the room. Within seconds, the thick, hot fog made the visibility in the room difficult.
Pulling off her Baby Doll pajamas, she stretched out her aching body.
"A hot shower was all that I needed." she thought.
Approaching the house from the outside, was George Kilmer. His mind was dazed with the combination of depression, anger and alcohol. He had gone to the bar to receive his strength and his mission was an obvious success, he was drunk.
He swaggered up the steps to the house and entered the doorway. He called out the name of his wife but he found there was no reply. "Where the hell was she?"
George carefully placed his steps on the rug. He wanted to be certain not to fall again. He had bruised his calf on a rock outside of the bar when he was leaving and he did not want that to happen again.
Ellen entered the hot shower and basked in the glorious water. Her flesh received the heated liquid with a sigh of relief. Ellen raised her arms to the ceiling and stretched her muscles to the limit. The effects of the water had allow her tightened shoulders to loosen up and Ellen found that she was feeling better.
The sound of the on-rushing water blocked out any other noises in the house. Her father's loud cries of, "Susan, Susan" went unnoticed by her ears. Ellen closed her eyes and her ears to everything but the sounds of calming water and thoughts of her night with James. He was really going to be a good lover.
George wandered about the house looking for his vengeful wife. He didn't know what he would do to her when he saw her, but he was quite sure that she would have to be made to understand that she couldn't push him around.
"Fucking bitch!" he cried.
He remembered that a good stiff prick up the ass had brought her to her knees before and maybe that would do it again.
"Fucking bitch," he cried again.
The alcohol made him feel as strong as he did last night when he and Harrington had done in his unfaithful slut.
"Another one that had to be taught a lesson." he thought angrily.
He walked up the steps to their bedroom hoping to find her there. He took the steps and paused one a moment upon the landing. Through his glassy eyes, he surveyed the area.
"No one up here." he said. "Maybe she's not home now." he reasoned.
George started to enter his bedroom when he thought that he heard the sounds of the shower running.
"Is that slut still in the shower?" his heart pounded wildly as his brain leapt to the conclusion. "She's in the shower, hoping to make a fool out of me again!" George raced down the steps to the kitchen bathroom.
Ellen was soaping up her arms, enjoying the comforting waves of wetness that bathed her. She rinsed off her arm and brought the soap to her breast.
"I don't really want to wash off his lips." she thought smilingly. "But a guess he'll come to visit me again."
Ellen wondered what James was doing right then. "I'll bet that he's calling up all of his friends and telling them about his exploits." She laughed as she pictured his friend, Jumbo's pudgy little face turning red with excitement as he began to feel his cock, and his pudgy little hands jerking off his little prick as James described the scene. His hands jerking his three inch prick as he grew more and more excited, with each of the details that he heard exactly as James described every segment of their fucking to him.
"I bet that fat dog never had a girl yet," she pleasantly conjectured.
She brought the soap in big circles, working up a mountainous lather. She washed her makeup off her face and stepped into the full force of the water. She felt great as the warm water wash over her. She lowered the soap to her resting cunt and began to wash the remains of James semen and her juices from her. When the last remains of jism had swam down the pipes, Ellen reached for her shampoo. She emptied the remaining contents of the clear bottle into her hands and returned the empty-container to the window shelf.
George pressed his ears to the door of the bathroom. He heard the shower running loudly in the room.
"So she is in there, the bitch." he thought. "Well this time, I'll be ready." he continued.
George ripped off the old army jacket that he had been wearing and threw it to the floor. In rapid succession he stripped off his shirt and pants. When he removed his last remaining sock, he was ready for action!
Ellen had worked up a rather large head of lather in her hair. For a moment, she pretended to be doing a shampoo commercial that she had seen on television. She pulled her soapy head up and became an Egyptian princess. She was continuing her fantasies when a portion of the stingy soap entered into her eyes. Immediately, she emerged her head into the water. She closed her eyes tightly as the water rushed the soap from her head.
Ellen couldn't see the knob of the door turn. She couldn't see the door opening. She never saw her father's hairy palm pull the curtain back.
In his drunken condition, George thought that Ellen, his daughter, was his wife. Even a sober man might have trouble telling the difference between these two from the rear. They both had long blonde hair and they both shared the same rounded figure that show itself to George's angry eyes.
"Bitch!" Susan heard a man's voice cry.
She turned to the area that she thought the voice came from, but her eyes were covered in shampoo lather and she could not see. She felt a strong grasp close around her waist and pull her from the shower.
"Oh no." she cried in shock to her unknown assailant.
"I should kill you." the voice shouted. "But I have something better than that in mind for you."
George dragged the wet body of his daughter from the tub and threw her to the floor. He flung his naked body on top of her and pinned her to the floor. All the while calling her a bitch.
"You love it!" he cried. "And know you're going to get it."
Ellen swung wildly with her arms and legs. She still couldn't clear her eyes, but she tried to land a blow to her attacker's balls.
George answered her defensive attempts with a hard fist crashing to her jaw. He heard her whimper with the landing of the blow. The impact of the blow, caused the wet body beneath him to go limp.
George spread the legs and reached between his own legs to his cock. His meat sprang to attention and pointed it anger toward his daughter's defenseless loins.
"You wanted it, and now you'll get it," he repeated his threat.
He rammed his rock hard meat into her. Ellen thought that her body would give in under the huge weight of the man who was violating her. She felt the air being crushed out of her lungs, as this awful creature who smelled of alcohol rammed his rod into her bruised pussy. She had tried not to resist because she fear a violent reprisal of the fists.
George thought of the humiliation that Susan had put him through. "How fitting," he thought as he ripped her pussy with his hard raging cock. He was insane with lust and revenge, the alcohol only magnified the insanity that he felt in his heart. He began pumping very hard and fast with his lance. "How fitting to get my vengeance in the same room as she had gotten me."
He forced his burning spear into her cunt with all the force that he could muster. There was no need for him to be gentle in his technique, he was fucking a castrating whore. He closed his eyes as he felt the juices of her cunt fill, making his raping so much more enjoyable.
"That's right, baby." he said mocking her loins. "Get into it. Cause I'm getting into you." his laughter filled the room.
Ellen hated herself for starting to join in the rhythm of his fuck. She was really trying to be totally passive in her receiving of his meat, but she found herself getting into the brutality of his actions. Her breathing became noticeably quicker, drawing in with his plunges and out with his pulling back.
George noticed this change in her breathing and he felt her tunnel tighten upon his meat.
"She loved it!" he thought. "I have won!"
His engine racing with the thoughts of his conquest, George pounded home his cock to the finish line. He savored her writhing pussy and pushed his lips down on hers.
Ellen didn't want to, but her lips responded to his. Her lips parted to allow the disgusting taste of his hundred proof saliva drool into her mouth. The vileness of his taste added to the dark pleasure that she felt. She really couldn't understand this feeling.
George plunged his tongue hungry for her passion, into her awaiting mouth. He relished the fact that she was now, totally in her control. He let his saliva into her mouth and he felt her freely drink it down. He bit her lower lip and he tasted her blood. He let the taste of her blood flow across his gums. He sucked it up in his mouth and then spit in back into hers.
Ellen found herself savoring the taste of her own blood. Somehow it fit the moment perfectly. She could still not open her eyes, as she felt his rod fill her hole again and again.
George felt his sperm building in his cock. He wildly pounded at her. He would make her beg for more. He heard her cry out when he gave her his hardest thrusts. He felt himself coming but he didn't want himself to come in her cunt.
With the memories out Tammy Harrington's cream coat face in his head, George pulled out his juicing meat. He aimed the head of his cock at her face and jerked off wildly, hoping to pump up his sperm.
Ellen, felt a sense of lost as his cock slipped from her vaginal grasp. She felt panic and wanted more. She cursed herself for saying, "Please don't stop!"
His laughter and mocking tones greeted her with his answer. Within seconds, his come shot from his rod landing its load squarely on target. He laughed with cruel delight as the spunk found it's make.
Ellen felt the hot cream land on her face. She opened her mouth to catch the next thick white bomb. It landed in her mouth and she allow it to rest there. Again she felt the spraying of his hot spunk, for some reason she was starting to enjoy the feel of his jism on her face. This time, she felt the hot semen land on her eyes, making it that much more difficult to open them.
George coated her open mouth with his come and relish in the victory that he was experiencing. His cannon shot another load onto her stained face and he relished in the swallowing of his load.
He took his cock and lashed it in her face. His penis whipped her again. He watched as she opened her mouth and received his throbbing member. She licked every last drop of ooze from his cock.
Ellen let the come filter down her throat. She had been raped; both physically and no matter how much she hated to think of it, mentally too. She let his cock slide, out of her mouth and she fell back to the floor. She rested there and waited to see if her humiliation would be over. She felt her attacker rise from her on she felt both relief and sorrow. For the first time, she noticed that the water was still running.
George stood and left the bathroom. He closed the door and turned to the steps. He mounted them slowly. When he got to the top of the stairs he heard the door opening behind him. He turned to see who was about to enter, when he realized that he was nude.
Even in his condition, George managed to make it to his room in time. He slammed the door behind himself and tried to gain a semblance of composure.
"I have to try to cool it out," he really thought to himself while he pulled on a pair of his old army pants. "I showed that bitch, once and for all, I showed her who is boss."
CHAPTER SEVEN
James awoke from his beautiful dream to discover that it was true. He looked at the tan body lying in his arms and he knew that Judy Locke wasn't a dream. He remembered what they had done together and he couldn't control the smile that broke out on his face. "She was such a joy to be with." he thought as he thought about their afternoon.
She had fucked him senseless and yet, when he thought of what they had done, he only remembered the warmth and tenderness in her that reminded him so much of his mother.
He looked down at her sleeping figure and realized how beautiful she was. They had showered together to wash the oil and sweat from their bodies and the full, dark cover that the sun had produced, radiated from her flesh.
Henry studied her hair as the rays of light that leaked from the window shades picked up the glimmering shine of her hair. He pulled in his breath and took in the full, fragrance of her. The strawberry shampoo that he laughingly coated her body in, was filling his pores and pleasing his senses.
She was a truly remarkable vision. With her sleeping, relaxed form resting on his chest, Henry played their actions again and again in his mind. It was great and again he ran the afternoon over again in his mind. He saw her oily body glisten in the sun, as his hands played on her flesh. He studied every dark curve of her waist as he thought about the smooth, slick entrance of her lubricated pussy.
The wetness was magnificent.
He compared the visions of his dreams to the body that rested upon him now, in reality. She was every bit as desirable, every bit as enticing and she was real. He thought of the difficulty that he had always had with women. He recalled the problems that he had in even uttering the slightest, barest remark to a blonde or redhead.
"Mary Speller." he thought. "She was something else." he reflected.
His brain roamed to a different time and different place. He was back in the city. He was shy. He had trouble relating. He wanted, needed friends. He tried Mary.
Mary Speller was an older girl who worked with his sister, Ellen in the ice cream parlor. The way that her pink and white uniform formed over her figure, Henry thought, she must have the most incredible body ever known. He use to think about her all the time and how she must look nude.
The way that her tight little rear moved as she waited on the tables. The way that always took care of him when he came into the store.
"It couldn't have been because Ellen was his sister and Mary was her friend," he still imagined. "That she always bent over and showed him her cleavage."
"Besides," he thought. "Didn't she always give him an extra scoop of ice cream?"
"That was always great," he remembered, "So why not, give it a shot."
Henry thought himself silly to be thinking of thoughts and events that occurred so far in the past, but perhaps it was natural to think of past defeats when you had just experienced your ultimate victory.
He returned to thoughts of his blonde Deliah. She always suggested to him that they should go out after she was finished working. One night, after a long and busy evening of work, Mary suggested that they take in a local party that a friend of hers was giving.
"Oh come on," he remembered her saying, "your sister will be there too."
After some gentle persuasion, Henry agreed to go.
"But only for a little while." he remembered saying to her.
They went to the party at her friend's house. Henry looked around the room and he remembered how silly he thought the people at the party were. Smoking pot, drinking, every guy trying to cop a feel, or grab some girl in the corner. Waiting for one to lean over, to look down the dress of every girl that entered the room.
Henry recalled that the person that he both hated and feared the most, Mitchell Alvo was seated on the couch when they entered. As his luck would have it, Mitchell had wanted Mary for as long as anyone could remember. He had made a practice of beating up anyone who dared to try to date her.
Mitchell Alvo was a large mass of a boy. He was far more taller and muscular then any of the other boys his age. He was practiced at the art of weight lighting and so his threats to stay away from Mary, even though she had only gone out with him once, were generally regarded as fact of death. He was insanely jealous and Henry, especially at that time, would be no match for him.
Mitchell approached the pair and jabbed his finger into Henry's ribs.
"Hey buddy!" he warned. "I'm not sure that you got my warning, but be sure that you understand it now, no one," he pointed his finger for emphasis, "no one, goes out with Mary be me!"
"Listen Mitchell," Mary remarked. "I'll go out with anyone that I choose. And I don't choose you."
Henry felt the tight fist of his massive competitor grip his shirt.
"Look buddy, you got my message." he said.
Mitchell released Henry and walked away from them.
Judy Locke turned over on her side, temporarily breaking Henry's thoughts. He smiled at her as she opened her eyes. She smiled back at him and then returned to her sleep. Henry proudly noticed a smile forming on her face.
"I wonder if she's thinking of me?" he asked himself.
Henry was not thinking of Judy as he remembered Mary taking him out onto the porch of her friend's house.
"Don't let that Mitchell bother you." Mary advised. "He thinks that he owns me."
"Well maybe he has a right to think so." Henry offered, remembering the vise like grip of Mitchell's steel fists.
"No. We just went out once."
"Really."
"Yeah." she said. "To hear him tell it, we did everything under the sun. All I did was kiss him good night."
Henry remembered that they stayed out on the porch for several minutes. He also remembered that Mitchell's eyes glared at their every move. He felt like a cell under a microscope.
He became panic stricken when Mary stood next to him. She rubbed the points of her chest into his and spoke very softly.
"Henry, why is it that I know you for so long and that you never asked me out before?"
All Henry could think about was Mitchell's piercing eyes witnessing how close she was to him.
"Why don't we leave here?" she asked moving her hand to his crotch.
Henry could feel the hands working at him. He also could feel his observer's eyes peering at him.
It made him nervous to have someone stare.
"Henry," she whispered, "have you ever gotten a blow job?"
Henry could see Mitchell and he knew that he must have heard what they were saying. Now Henry knew that he couldn't but then, it was very different.
"Mary, I think that I'd better be going. It's getting late." he blurted.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed, not knowing the fear that he was feeling. Not understanding that he felt the fists of Mitchell Alvo more than he felt the stroking of her fingers on his cock.
Henry just wanted to get away, He wanted to run and be left alone. It just wasn't worth all this worry.
Listen Mary," he said pulling her hand off of him. "I really must go."
Henry turned from her and started to leave. He opened the door of the house. Many of the people who knew that Mitchell might be waiting for him, turned in anticipation of the bloody spectacle that could ensue.
Henry's pace quickened as he entered the room. He did not want to be caught by those fists. He ran past his sister, Ellen who had her lips firmly upon some boy that she had just met.
"Henry, how's it going with Mary?" she asked.
Henry kept moving through the crowded room. He was noticeably perspiring in great buckets of nervous tension.
The back door flew open with a bang just as Mitchell entered the room. He had every intention of carrying out his threat on Henry. He thought that he would thrash him in front of everyone. He was sure that this would make certain that no one but him, would ever dare to go out with Mary again. He would be like the legendary "fast gun" whose reputation kept him from violence. He would be deemed a killer and Mary would choose him because he would be the only one to choose.
Just as Mitchell made his first steps into the room, he saw Mary, with her usually pale face, was bright red. Her eyes were ablazed and she was raging.
"If that bastard tried anything with her ... " Mitchell thought as Mary shot into the room after Henry like a bullet fired from a high powered rifle.
Mary grabbed her object of rejection.
"No one gets away with that kind of shit with me, buddy." she thought.
Her words shot at Henry like molten lava.
"What's the matter big boy, can't you get it up for me?" she screamed causing everyone in the room to watch.
"What are you? Some kind of faggot?" she raged.
She was hurt. She would make sure that Henry would be hurt too. Besides, he might tell someone that he had rejected her and then she would look bad. She had always lead Mitchell on because she thought that it made more desirous, to him and everyone else but now things were different.
"Why don't you answer me?" she shouted.
Henry couldn't believe that this was happening. First, he get's threatened and now, the very person who caused him to get into this precarious position, was making him feel ashamed. He wanted to say something back to her. He wanted to explain to her. He wanted to explain to everyone that she was lying. That he had left her, but he couldn't. Henry kept walking from her as she continued to fire her assault.
"Come on big boy." Mary made her grand stand play.
"Fuck me right here. Come on, I said FUCK ME RIGHT HERE!"
Mary would make sure that everyone would want her after this night. Just as Henry was reaching the door, she tore the top of her uniform. Her large breast, being held by her restricting bra, pointed out the fine view of everyone.
"Come on," she yelled. "Prove that you're not a fucking homo coward."
Mary knew that at this point she had nothing to fear. She tore the front of her bra from her chest. She stood there, challenging Henry's manhood like a soul eating vampire.
Mary flung her hair back in a rage and stared through Henry's skull. Her eyes were ablaze and her heavy panting caused her large, free breast to heave. She was a gladiator who was tasting victory and doing it before a packed house.
Mitchell Alvo watched as he saw her breast sway with her breathing. He did not care that most of what she had said was probably false. He knew that he had frightened him off, but somehow, he really didn't care. Seeing Mary like this, made him realize that she had to be his. That was all he could think about and all he wanted.
The other party goers watched in amazement, with their mouths agape as Ellen's brother left the room, his half naked accuser must be right. They would tell other's that he wasn't a man.
Henry remembered slamming the door shut and cursing himself for the things that he had done. He knew that no one, not even his sister, would believe the real story now.
"And what was the real story," he thought. "That I was a coward. Afraid of some big guy with a big mouth."
He walked home that night, not knowing which story had done him the most harm: the fabrication of his sexual preference, or the real knowledge of his cowardness.
Henry didn't talk to anyone at the school the next day. He could tell by their looks and their quiet voices to their friends, that they had heard what happened between Mary and he.
Henry welcomed the move that his father suggested that next year. It got him away from all the false rumors that had spread.
Henry smiled now at his past. He looked down at Judy's soft, friendly face and knew that that was all behind him now. So was his dependence on his mother. She had helped him last night to experience things that he wasn't sure that he would ever feel. She prepared him for what had happened between him and Judy, but he knew that with Judy, he would have no trouble relating. He knew that with Judy, everything would be fine. That nothing would or could go wrong.
The soft pressure of Judy's lips on his chest, broke Henry of his past visions. She looked up to him and the look in his eyes told her that he was hers.
"Good afternoon." he said.
"Good afternoon." she repeated.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Judy sensed that his innocent question was not as innocent as it appeared. She knew by the length of time that it had taken her to finally get him, that Henry's feelings were extremely sensitive. He could be crushed if she didn't answer him right.
"I feel great." she answered kissing him softly.
Henry felt relieved. She would not betray him.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Fine. I feel perfectly fine ... now. As a matter of fact I feel GREAT."
Michael Harrington came back to his house after he had completed his afternoon work. He entered his house and wondered what would be waiting for him when he got there. He had vague memories of what he had done to his wife last night.
"How do I know that she did anything with Manuel?" he thought. "She never did admit to fucking him."
He advanced several feet into the house.
"The only thing that I'm sure of, is that I helped my wife give George Kilmer head." his feelings of remorse were drowning him.
Harrington walked through the house searching for a sign of his wife's presence.
"I hope that she didn't leave me?" he asked himself.
With a growing panic building inside of him, he raced to the kitchen. He pushed open the doors and looked about the room.
"Tammy." he called.
Silence was the answer that he received.
"Tammy!" he called out again.
Silence, again greeted him with its response.
Michael raced up the stairs to the bedroom. That was the last place that she could be. He opened the door and saw his wife lying nude beneath a sheet on the bed. He tiptoed toward her.
Harrington soberly studied his wife's visage.
"Was this the women that I accused, bound and judged last night?" he thought. "Surely she could not do anything wrong."
Gently he tapped her on her shoulder.
Tammy Harrington was just awakened by the loud screams of her husband's voice echoing from the kitchen. She decided that it would be best not to answer him. She would let him come to her. She no longer cared what he felt about her and Manuel. It was due to his error that she had been unfaithful.
"Not error." she thought. "But his doing."
She would let him come to her. Judging by the tension in his voice as he charged from room to room, she felt that he must have thought better of his actions the prior evening.
She remembered that his eyes were starting to well up with waves of guilt ridden tears as he finally untied her from her bounds. She didn't say anything to him as he left this morning and she refused to say a word to him just last night.
She had been forced to swallow the cream of two men last night and she would make her husband swallow more than that today.
She pretended to be asleep when she heard Michael race into the room. She forced herself to hold back her smile as she heard him quietly approach her "sleeping" form.
"Now he wants to be gentile." she thought. "But last night was a different story."
Until last night, Tammy had been the perfect wife to him. Now, with the thought's of his alcohol ridden body still resided in her mind, she was really a different woman. She had enjoyed her short liaison with Susan Kilmer this morning. It helped to set her mind straight. Now, she was ready for her husband.
Tammy felt his rough flesh pat her shoulder. She opened her eyes slowly, doing an award winning acting job for a woman awakening. She looked into her husband's eyes and instantly read the fear there. She knew that she was in the driver's seat.
Michael saw her eyes opening. He knew that she was still suffering from the effects of his actions the evening before and so he was very careful of what he would say.
"Tammy, I have to speak with you?" he asked softly.
"Can you talk?"
"Tammy, it's very important to me, to us."
Tammy could hear in his voice that she could eat him alive. He was hurting now and she would use this to her advantage.
"Michael; I have nothing to say to you. After what you did to me last night, I'm surprised that you even had the courage to come back here." she said with all the hate that she could muster.
"Please," he begged. "Please let me explain what went on."
"I know what went on, Michael." she spat. "I vomited the results of what went on, before."
"But you have to let me explain."
"Did you let me explain to you last night?" she said pulling the sheet up to her neck, allowing her legs to stick out to her silkened thighs.
"I know that it seems as though I didn't trust you, but you have to understand ... "
"Understand what?" she broke in. "That you and your best friend and neighbor raped me."
"No." he begged.
"That you shot your come into my face?"
"No." The tears began to fall from his face.
"That you made me swallow your vile tastes?"
"Please ... " he cried.
"That you watched and let another man put his cock into my mouth."
"Please Tammy," he cried falling onto her chest "Please let me make it up to you."
Tammy smiled as her husband buried his weeping face into her. She felt his tears wet that sheet that was separating them. She would allow him to remain there for a moment and then, then she would make him her slave.
"Look up at me, Michael." she said in her coldest tones.
Harrington looked up at her through his soaked lenses and prayed for a miracle that would return her to him.
"I'll stay with you but there will have to be a number of changes made," she said.
"Anything." he sobbed.
"First, I never want you to accuse me of cheating on you again."
"Never, never again."
"Do you know why you won't have to accuse me?"
He shook his head.
"Because I'm telling you that I'm going to be fucking every piece of meat that I like." she said coldly, mocking her former tormentor.
"But ... " he said.
"That's not all, sweet. From now on, we'll have separate bedrooms. The only time that you'll be allowed to come in is when I want you to service me."
"But Tammy ... " he tried to interrupt.
"Another thing." she demanded. "I want to entertain my "gentlemen callers" right here in this house. I mean, you really wouldn't want me to fuck around on the outside? Then you wouldn't be sure if I was faithful. This way, you'll know for sure."
Harrington knew that he would have to accept anything that his wife wanted. If he wanted to win her back, then he would have to endure. He heard her demands and they cracked in his head like the mocking laughter that accompanied each.
"She wanted men, women and freedom." he thought. "And she wanted to have them all here, right under his nose."
"And one last thing Michael." She continued. "I want you to listen in at the door. No, better still, I want the door to be opened all the time. I want you to watch me as each man comes in me. I want you to watch as I let them come in my face as you did to me last night." she laughed.
Harrington saw no way out.
"Well, speak up! What do you have to say about all this?" she asked.
"I'll do whatever you want." he pleaded. "Anything. Only please try to understand what I did, please try to forgive me."
"I'll forgive you. alright." she said to his wet eyes. "As a matter of fact, I think that I forgive you already."
"Stand up, Mike!"
Harrington rose from the bed.
"I want you to service me," she said slowly.
Harrington smiled. "Perhaps this whole thing was an unpleasant dream, after all." he thought optimistically. Maybe when he woke up, things would be back to normal.
Tammy pulled the sheet from her body, exposing herself fully to her husband.
Michael could feel the lump in his pants grow. He quickly pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
Tammy watched as Harrington unfastened the top of his pants. He downed his fly and pulled out his weapon which was enlarging in size rapidly. She waited until he had pulled off his pants and neared the bed, before saying a word.
"What do you think that you're doing?" she teasingly asked her husband whose rod went grown to the point at which it had become painfully erect.
"You said that you wanted me to service you."
"Not with your cock. I'm not sure that my weaken box could stand the thrusting of that great big joint of yours." she said as she intentionally teased him.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked with his painful prick standing at attention.
"I want you to eat me," she said as she pointed to her pussy. She raised it to his gaze so that he could taste it in his mouth.
"Alright." he said, happy to oblige.
He lowered his head between her legs. As soon as his tongue touched her cunt he heard her voice shouting.
"What are you doing? Not there, it hurts there."
She turned her body over onto her stomach.
"I want you to eat my ass." she said.
Michael Harrington lowered his tongue onto her mounds. He heard her laughter ring throughout the room as his tongue tentatively dug into her ass.
He was clearly her slave and she was the master. He cursed the night before, and George.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan entered the house and expected to see George. She had hoped that they could get their next meeting, battle over with. She had left Tammy Harrington lying under the sheet and happily telling her how much she loved her. Tammy had done quite a good job on Susan and as a result, Susan's entire body felt serenely calm.
Susan felt ready to meet with George. She wanted to get this thing over with. She was sure that she had the upper hand, she had left him a whimpering, broken man.
"George," she felt, "was mine!"
She expected that he might attempt to attack her again but she knew that she could handle him. Her words had a way of cutting him down to size and she was sure that then-power had not waned.
She eased slowly through the house. She thought that she heard the shower water running and so she loped to the bathroom. When she opened the kitchen doors she was able to make believe that everything was alright, but then she really looked and she could make out the figure of her daughter's nude flesh. She raced into the bathroom. Coming into focus was the picture of her daughter, she was lying on the tile floor, coated in soap and semen.
Susan expected the worst. "Ellen, are you alright? What happened to you?" she asked, hoping she didn't know the answer.
"Someone came into the bathroom when I was in the shower and attacked me," she said as the embarrassment of the situation welled up tears in her voice.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm O.K. But he did hurt me kind of bad." Ellen stated as she wiped the soap and scum from her eyes with the face towel that her mother offered.
"How do you mean, he hurt you?" Susan asked as she lifted her daughter from the tile floor.
"Well he raped me, mother. He was very big and I thought that he would split me in two," Ellen said, trying to say what she thought her mother would want to hear.
"When you said, he you mean that you're not sure who did this to you?"
"That's right. I had soap in my eyes and then he kept closing them for me whenever I tried to open them." Ellen confessed.
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He kept calling me names, he kept telling me that I was getting what I deserved." As those words reached her mother's ears, Susan knew who the rapist was. She reasoned that George had come back into the house and caught Ellen in the shower. Although she knew that they greatly looked like one another, she knew that her father, if sober, could tell the difference.
"So now they had both committed the cardinal sin. They had both fucked their children."
Susan reached in and turned off the water from the shower. The noise that had filled the room ceased, leaving the room with a strange and empty feeling.
Ellen gathered up her bathrobe from the back of the door and pulled it on her body. She was still wet and she welcomed her mother's assistance in drying off. She felt her mother pat away the excess drops of fluid that clung to her body and wondered who it was that had fucked her. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew that she had enjoyed the experience. She also knew that her attacker knew.
When she was satisfied that her daughter was dry, the two women left the bathroom. They entered the kitchen which Susan hadn't noticed before, was filled with fog that had drifted from the bathroom.
"It looks like London in here." she said, trying to cheer up her daughter.
"Yeah. We might have to get out our raincoats. It looks like rain to me," Ellen said, catching the warm vibes that her mother was sending her way.
"Listen dear," Susan said. "Why don't you fix yourself a cup of coffee. There's something that I have to do upstairs."
"O.K." she responded "And don't worry, I'm alright."
Satisfied that she had succeeded in calming her daughter, Susan left the room and headed for the master bedroom. She had a feeling that she knew who she would find up there.
George sat on the chair that stood beside the window.
"What's taking them so long?" he thought. "I hope that the kids don't find out about what happened."
George sat emotionless for several moments. He waited for some sign that everything was alright.
"It was one thing to set your wife straight." he convinced himself. "But you don't want your children to find out about it."
George was sure that they would understand. At least Ellen would. She knew that a women should always respect her man.
"But my son," he thought. "I'm not so sure about him."
George knew that his son was very close to his mother. Sometimes he thought that their affection was too strong. He often guarded his wife against letting Henry rely too much upon her for support. He didn't think it was healthy to have that much dependence.
"You'll turn him into a faggot." he warned, "or else a motherfucker."
George knew that the odds on that occurring were not too great, he had heard the ugly rumors that were circulating about his son at the old school. That was one of the reasons that help make his decision to move into the country easier.
That beautiful dream of country life was rapidly fleeing from him.
"At least I've straightened out Susan." he decided. "At least I've shown her who the real boss is."
His stream of thoughts was broken by the sounds of feet climbing the steps. They stopped outside the room.
This was it. Susan would be a slave to his will!
The door opened. George was shocked to see Susan standing there. It was not so much the fact that it was her, but the fact that she was totally dressed and totally dry!
"How the hell could she dry off so fast." he wondered to himself.
Susan stared at George seated in the room. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her, that he was confused by something in the way she looked.
"It had to be him." she reasoned. "Why else would he look at me like that?"
She decided to play out her hunch. She entered the room and went straight for the bed. Trying to act as calm as possible as she did this.
"Hello George." she said calmly. "I think that we have to get something settled ... " she said as she pulled away the sheets of the bed.
The effects of the alcohol that he had readily consumed plus his wife's calm attitude had George bewildered.
"Who had he fucked in the bathroom? If it wasn't Susan, then who was it?"
Susan propped up the pillow on the bed. Once her task was completed, she took the four ties that Tammy Harrington had given her and dropped them on the bed.
George, in recognizing the ties, knew immediately that Susan knew everything that he had done to their neighbor last night.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked.
Susan didn't answer. She pulled off the shirt from her back and flashed her tits at George.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Again, Susan let her actions speak for her. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes. Standing, she unfastened her pants and let them drop to the floor. When her panties softly landed on top of her pants, Susan lie down on the bed. Totally nude and ready for action.
"In case you're wondering," she began, "you'll be proud to know that you just balled the shit out of your daughter."
In his dazed condition, George knew that what Susan said was probably true. He couldn't believe it. He had raped his own daughter. He had stuck his creaming cock into her mouth and forced her to drink the very liquid that had brought her life in this world. Her words struck him deeply. He wondered what she wanted now.
"You might be wanting to know why I'm dressed like this, George." she said. "Well it's about time that we settled who is master here. Is it you, or is it me."
George wasn't interested at the moment. He kept on thinking about Ellen.
"Well, George, I've brought the ropes that you used on Tammy last night. That's right, I know everything." she laughed. "She told me while I was sucking her cunt."
"So that was the game that she was playing." George thought to himself as the visions of Ellen's violation vanished from his mind.
"Here is the proposition that I have for you; you can tie me up."
George looked puzzled at her offer.
"That's right, sweet meat. You can tie me up, just like you did yesterday to me and Tammy, and you can try to fuck the shit out of me." She looked straight into him with her flaming optics. "But I'll bet that you can't make me come." she wagered.
George felt his meat growing with passion as the full impact of the wager formed in his brain.
"So you're saying that if I can make you submit to me, then I will be your master?"
"That's right. You can tie me and take me, but if you can't make me come before you, then you'll be my slave."
"But what about what I did to Ellen?" George asked, thinking about his fucking Susan so soon after he creamed her quim.
"Don't worry about her, you didn't hurt her." opening her eyes at the thought of what might really be on his mind. "Unless that's not what you're worried about."
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well that she was on to him.
"Well George, maybe your worried that you can't get it up again so soon." she said with a smile. "What's the matter, can you only fuck the young ones?" she teased.
George could feel his pride swelling with his cock, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He looked directly at her as Susan spread her legs to give him a total view of his target.
"Oh baby, I'm going to give you the fucking of your fucking life!" he thought to himself as his eyes fixed on her wet hole.
Susan lashed the ties that had been used so well on her friend, around each of the posts of the bed. She watched as George pulled off his pants, waving his almost erect cock at her.
"I suggest that you lock the door, George." Susan offered. "Unless you want your daughter to come in on you."
George knew that she had that remark aim directly at his cock, but it landed limply, having no effect on his piercing point. He locked the door and turned to his wife.
"If this is the game that you want to play," he said to her, "then I'm the one to play it!"
Susan prepared herself for the worst. She knew that in his alcoholic state, he wouldn't have much time for fore play. He would be ramming her cunt the same way that he had reamed her ass the other day.
She took a deep breath as George tied her feet to the posts. He looked directly at her cunt as he stood away from the bed.
"That's the only part of you that I'll have a use for." he thought to himself as his mind advanced to thoughts of entering her.
George walked over to the side of the bed and tied up her right arm to the post. As he crossed over her to fasten her other arm, his pointed prick massaged the tip of her lips.
"Must not let her get me," he thought.
George did not want her to get her mouth on his shaft and drive him to come now. No, he would come after he heard her mocking voice turn to pants and she begged him to come.
After her left arm was fastened, Susan was ready to meet his cock. The battle was just beginning.
George looked down at the warrior that he was about to face. In a military sense, she was armed with the maximum armament that any one man could handle. He forgot his purpose, he forgot how much of their relationship had changed, as he took a long look at her perfect body.
She had a full, firm chest which lead down to her small waist. Her hips outlined the perfect curves that she possessed. Her long legs lead down to her small, petite feet. She was the closest thing to perfection that he knew and now she was his enemy.
Susan expected him to plunge down on top of her but for some reason, he was staring at her. She could see his eyes roam over her entire topography. He was studying her. For the first time since he had tied her hands, she knew that she might have made a mistake. He was free to do whatever he wanted and she couldn't do a thing about it.
George coolly walked to the huge peacock feathers that Susan had thought looked so nice by their bed.
"You can fan me like I was Cleopatra." she had kidded him upon the purchase.
George had other ideas about their use.
He reached in and removed two of the larger, fuller feathers. He turned to his wife.
She knew instantly what he had in mind.
"George that's not fair." she protested. "You're not supposed to use anything like that!"
George felt that the battle was beginning to turn in his favor. He no longer cared what he had done to Ellen. His only thoughts were now to make Susan beg.
He brought one of the feathers gently down upon her tits. He watched as her eyes closed against the sensation. He slowly massaged the tips of her tits with the peacock remains. He could see the effects that it was having on her.
He watched Susan's nipple's erect and he saw they reflex of her legs, shot her legs against one another. He smiled and sensed victory.
Susan felt her entire body come alive. George was working her over with those cursed feathers and she could hardly control herself. She felt the soft caress of the feather touching, smoothing on her nipple. Chills shot up and down her spine as he playfully brought the objects down to her belly. She felt crazed with desire as he moved the feathers in tiny circles, outlining the rim of her belly.
George knew that he was teasing her. He knew that using the feathers to torment her would be the best way to break her spirit. He watched her writhe under the delicate touch of the soft fingers of the feathers.
As he continued to play with her upper torso, he brought one of the feathers down to the bottoms of her feet. He remembered how ticklish her feet were and he knew how much this would help his cause.
Susan knew that she couldn't master the feeling that the feather produced upon contact with her feet. As the light touch of the peacock hairs played softly with her skin, she broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
George enjoy watching her body shake as she laughed. Her boobs quivered like jello as she shook. He knew it was only a matter of time. He moved the feather from her foot and up to her thighs.
Susan hated George for what he was doing to her. She had thought that she would be able to control with when they fucked, but he was warming her up in a totally unique manner. She couldn't take much more of the feather on her feet and she thought that he was making a strategic error as she felt him move the hairs mercifully form her feet. Her thoughts melted quickly as he moved the feathers to an even more sensitive zone.
The fingers of the feathers played with her thighs until she thought that she couldn't stand it any more. Susan felt the juices of her cunt swell up inside her. He was driving her mad and there was only one way for her to get her glorious relief.
She needed his cock!
George allowed one of his feathery friends to drop as he spread the lips of her labia with his fingers. He flicked his thumb on her swollen clit and he basked in her immediate response. She was starting to get worked up now he knew.
Susan could feel her pussy moved to the sensitive touching of her clit. Her juices were pouring out to him. She could tell by his laughter that he knew it.
She felt like a fool for devising this plan let was working so well for her husband. She felt the temperature in the room increase as beads of perspiration appeared upon her forehead. She had lost control of her senses.
"God." she thought. "Why doesn't he fuck me?"
George took his time playing with her clit. While his winged ally was assisting him with her breast. Carefully, he slid his first finger into her creamy cunt. He heard a gasp of air shoot from her mouth to greet the entrance of his bony sticks.
Susan heard her own breathing alter as she felt her husband ease another finger into her wet womb. He eased it in and out and she danced to his rhythm.
"That's right baby," he said, "follow my lead."
Susan heard his mocking tones but she needed him to continue. She felt a fourth intruder fill her twat and she tightly shut her eyes. Her cunt was tossing wildly, tensing the thin silk ties to their breaking point. Her ass bounced up and down on the bed. The sound of the stretching springs filled the room.
George eased his thumb into her until his entire fist had been swallowed up by her pussy. He let his giant fist fuck her hard, driving her to the end the her limits. He lowered his mouth to her erect pink nipples. He bit down hard on them and she moaned loudly. He bit down on them again and again, her moans had turned to soft whimpers as she was turning her points to meet his teeth.
Susan felt like he was lighting her on fire with his teeth. They gripped down tightly on her soft flesh and she saw flares of bright light shooting through her brain.
"No more. No more!" she cursed herself for crying.
He responded by only tightening his vise on her tit.
Mercifully his mouth moved off her nipple. His fist was coated in pussy juice as he began to fill her aching cunt with another two fingers.
"You're killing me." she cried.
"You love it!" he retorted.
He hadn't intended to harm her but he couldn't stop now. His cock was aching as it filled with blood, but he forced his entire second fist into her cunt. It slid in and out.
Susan felt her hot cunt filled to the brim with his long fingers. As he shifted them in and out of her pussy she begged for him to stop.
"Please George. Please!"
"What do you want, cunt? Say it, tell me what you want me to do."
"Please."
"Please what?" he egged her on. "What do you want me to do?"
Susan clenched her teeth. She couldn't let the words come out. It would have been so easy to say, "cock" but she wouldn't no matter how hard he drove her.
George continued to work her cunt with his hands. In truth, he didn't know how much longer he could keep from implanting his rod into her. It was throbbing with pain now and the odor of her sweet juices made him want to fill her cunt, even more.
He tasted the blood his mouth had. He looked down at the red liquid that ran from her right nipple. He had drawn the first blood of the battle. He forced his hands all the way into her bottomless pit. He was into her past the wrist.
Susan tried to deal with the burning passions that filled her brain. She wanted to scream and she didn't know how much more of this she could take. She pounded at him with his fists and tore at her twat. She had relaxed her muscles as much as she could but she thought that not even a horse could be this big.
Sweat ran into her eyes and tears ran down from her eyes. She was about to beg George to please put his prick into her when she felt one of his fists easing out of her. Her cunt was twitching madly as he pulled his other fist from her snatch.
George could take it no more, he had to fill her pussy, he had to personally plunge his prick into her quim and ride her to her climatic destination. He eased his two fists out slowly. He saw her lips part, as he raised his hips, pointing his harden steel rock at her hole.
Susan felt his cock digging her tunnel. She couldn't control the tears from racing from her eyes.
George felt his fullness fill her cunt. He felt her hot juices drown his rod. He closed his eyes end plunged his meat as deeply as he could.
In and out, in and out. Their sweating flesh pounded. In and out, in and out, their pounding flesh met time and again.
Susan drove her pussy to meet his shaft. She raised her hips to meet him each time he drove down on her.
George could feel his cock twitch with anticipation as it filled with come. His hard chest smacked down on her soft chest. He tried to hold back but the contracting muscles of her warm pussy begged him with their actions to ride on.
He pumped and pumped for all he was worth. He brought his lips down to meet her hungry tongue and he felt her meet him happily. They exchanged the juices of their saliva as her cunt creamed his meat.
Their mouths separated, while the two combatants gasped for air. Their moans filled the room with the sweet soundtrack of sex, as they rode each other to the breaking point.
George felt his flame begin to shoot his hot come into her pussy. The pain of the first blast made him scream. He felt his release and then another.
The explosion of his cock sent chills through her body. The force of his come ignited her own rush of sensations. She heard her own voice screaming but didn't even know it was hers. She was lost in her own climax. She was in her own world.
The cries of their joint coming filled the small room. They humped wildly and blindly, smashing their exploding organ into collision with each other. They pumped and pumped until their strength ebbed.
For what seemed like hours, George lay collapsed on top of his wife. They had both taken a long time in coming down off their heated ride. It took many moments for their breath to become regular again. George opened his eyes first. He saw that his wife's arms and legs were still fastened to the bed. He slid his cock from her hot tub of juices and he felt extreme sensitivity.
The exit of his cock caused Susan to open her eyes. She had still not totally cooled down. She saw George reaching for the ties that held her to the bed.
"George," she found herself saying. "I love you."
George felt the warmth emitting from her words. He smiled down at her.
"I love you." he said.
He began to untie her hands.
"George."
"Yes."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." he answered.
"Did you like what we did?"
"Yes."
"So did I. Somehow it was different. It felt so good." Susan stated.
"I just want to know one thing ... " George began. He really didn't know how to start.
As George was speaking, he let his hand drop from the tie. He placed it on her breast.
"Did I make you come?" he asked as Susan witnessed a smile upon his face.
"You know something, I don't remember." she said as they both began to laugh. "I guess there's only one way to find out."
"George's hand gripped the tip of her nipple. He watched as the pain in her sore tits made her wince in pain.
Susan felt the pain travel through her body. The pain sent shivers down her spine. She endured it. She found that she wanted it.
"Squeeze it tighter. Squeeze it tighter." she cried.
"You love it bitch." George screamed; getting back into his role.
He lowered his mouth onto her other boob. He bit down hard on her tit. Her mild gasp made his loins come alive. He bit down hard on her flesh. His cock was rapidly expanding as he tasted the wound that he had caused to reopen.
Susan loved what her husband was doing.
"No, don't do that!" she cried in mock terror. "I hate you!"
"You love it, bitch!" his voice filled the room.
George inched his way atop his wife's writhing flesh. He forced the full length of his manhood into her hole.
Susan's cunt was really very sore from the pounding that George just gave her that this new entrance into her vagina caused her more pain than she thought she could stand.
"I'm blacking out!" she thought.
George felt her sensitive pussy responding to his plunges. He jammed his rock hard meat into her, causing her to scream in pain.
"You love it, bitch." he repeated his trade mark. "I'll fuck you until you beg for more." he threatened.
As George pumped his iron deeply into her hole, he knew that their relationship would never be the same.
