Barbara twisted in her chair uneasily, trying to make herself as -comfortable as possible. It was like she was getting ready for an ordeal she didn't want to face. There were too many things in the restaurant that reminded her of her first night with Cliff, the day seventeen years in the past they were celebrating that night.
She knew that she was being dishonest, as she had every year, putting on the face of real celebration, when she truly felt that she had nothing to be happy about. At least, almost nothing.
She had been a young seventeen when Cliff had romanced her, and in those days she had actually believed him to be the idealistic answer to her dreams. He was only just starting in selling cars then, but the profession suited him perfectly. He had a charm and wit that made him a good conversationalist, and even more important, to look at him when he spoke, no matter what he said it would always be believeable. His appearance was so forthright and honest, his eyes pools of watery innocence, that no one seemed to ever question his statements of fact. If Cliff Nelson said the car was a good buy, then it had to be a good deal. It so happened at that time there were a few bad deals anyway, which helped considerably in maintaining his image. He was on his way to becoming quite successful, but if his success had depended on real Honesty, Cliff would have been an abysmal failure. Barbara's father had retired from twenty years in the service when he moved his family to the then small community of Los Pueblos. He had gotten a job with the police department to start a second twenty year career, though that one he was destined never to finish. Barbara was his only child, and he gloated over her openly to anyone who would listen. He had gone ahead of his wife and daughter to find a house in Los Pueblos, and he had also bought a car and the man who sold him the car was a young, honest looking man named Cliff Nelson.
It was during the course of closing the deal on the car that Cliff was subjected to the conversation and pictures of Barbara. Ordinarily, his interest would have only been a polite gesture to help secure the sale of the car, but when he saw the pictures of Barbara, his interest became sincere. It was the sheer beauty in the pictures that brought him to the house when the family was moving in, his excuse a pretense of being sure the car was running well enough. That was their first meeting, and Cliff spent as much time impressing her father, as he did romancing Barbara.
It had been a conventional romance as suited a young car salesman in the community on the way up. All of his actions when they dated were done after carefully considering how they would effect her father, and when the right time came, Cliff was awarded the prize beauty in marriage.
Barbara had been overjoyed at the prospect of marrying him, as was typical of her youthful exuberance at the time. She was dreamy eyed and innocent, although her looks belied her real self. The marriage was an elaborate affiar, done as if her father had been saving up for the event all of his life. Though she was nervous, she took the day long celebration in stride. It wasn't until that evening that she was shocked into the realization of her position, and the scene that occurred had nearly stiffled any further mental maturing.
She had then blamed the scene on Cliff and liquor, and her attitude hadn't changed since. There had been large amounts of liquor consumed at the reception that day. By the time the first hour had passed, her father was both laughing and crying his joy and lament over gaining a new son-in-law. Cliff had handled the situation professionally, still selling her old man on his great attributes. When it finally came time to leave, Cliff was nearly as drunk as her father, and Barbara was worried that they might not even make it to the near-by hotel they had planned to stay at on their first night together. The reception for them had ended on such a sentimental note with her father standing at the door of the house squirting champagne in their general direction, that Barbara found it hard to be angry at her new husband's drunken state. In some ways she took it as a compliment, but after the hour's drive, she was greatly relieved to arrive at the hotel in one piece. It wasn't until she was in the room alone with Cliff that she remembered what was to be expected. Her husband produced a fresh bottle of champagne, waving it at her like a naughty child with a forbidden toy as he worked the cork free with a bang. After over-filling two water glasses with the bubbly liquid, he handed one to Barbara, making some drunken statement that she hardly understood. On top of everything else, the idea of enjoying a toast with her new husband somehow didn't seem to fit the situation, and she found that she was becoming more and more nervous.
When he then suddenly started undressing right there in front of her, she was really rattled. She had never been in a hotel room, or any room, with a man stripping off his clothes, and she immediately turned and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her father had given her away in grand style, but no one had really prepared her for the wedding night. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, Barbara knew that she had to get control of her nerves. She was a young bride, a newly-wed, and her husband was anxiously waiting for her on the other side of the bathroom door. She had reached the time where she had to become physically joined to her mate to consummate the marriage.
Gulping down the full glass of champagne for courage, she decided to undress there in the bathroom, making herself ready for her husband. She had read a book and talked to girlfriends about sex, and she thought she had a pretty good idea about what was expected of her, but what bothered her more than anything else was the doubts about her abilities and looks.
She really wasn't sure that once stripped of her covering clothes, she would still be appealing to Cliff. She was so innocent, she had never realized that her appearance was sexually beyond her understanding. Her face and body were so sensual that it made her naive innocence seem totally unreal, but she had not yet become aware of that fact at her young age.
Setting the empty glass down on the sink in front of her, she watched her reflection in the mirror as she began to remove her clothes. She was careful not to mess her hair as she lifted the dress above her head, and then she had to search for a moment to find a place to set it.
Feeling that Cliff might be wondering what she was doing, she ended up throwing the garment over the edge of the bathtub, and then she returned to the mirror to finish the task of undressing. With quick nervous movements, she pulled off everything but her bra and panties, and before going on, she hesitated to look at herself. She was a natural redhead, and her long silky hair hung straight down to her shoulders where the ends curled up in a flip. The strands were shiny and like a coppery halo around her oval face, and her features were sharply defined, as though carefully etched in smooth, unblemished skin.
Her large blue eyes shifted downward, staring at the lacy material of her bra as she reached behind her back to unfasten the hooks holding it in place. Her foil, round breasts virtually burst from her loosened bra, the pink nipples at the tips looking like tiny buttons hardened from unknown thoughts. The twin white mounds of flesh stood out from her body proudly pointing slightly upwards, and she cupped them to her hands, testing the response of the sensitive tips. The contact of her fingers made the pink nipples grow harder until the light pink aureoles around them seemed to disappear. Moving her hands slowly down across the flat, smooth plain of her belly then, she shifted her gaze to the light-green panties, the only garment still covering her body. Her hips flared out proportionately from her narrow waist as an accent to the curving mound that was clearly apparent beneath the green material of her panties. There was a slight open space between her inner thighs, an inviting opening to the secret of her virginal young pussy.
As if enacting a ritual that had to be performed, Barbara pushed her thumbs under the elastic band top of her panties, and slowly, she worked the filmy material down around her smoothly rounded hips until it clung loosely to her upper legs. The light-colored, triangle of silkiiy curling pubic hair covering her vagina seemed to glow in the dull light of the bathroom. It was the important part, she thought, but then feeling embarrassed by her own visual appreciation, she pulled the panties back over her hips. She realized that she could never walk out of the bathroom totally naked. The panties would stay on until Cliff was ready to take them off.
The sound of a glass dropping in the next room, startled Barbara, and she turned her face away from the mirror. She had no idea how long she had been staring at her reflection, and thinking something was wrong for an instant, she started to run into the bedroom. Cliffs voice made her freeze just as she started to unlock the bathroom door.
"Hey! I've been waiting a long time for this evening! Hurry-up in there!" His words were slightly run together as he spoke, and she remembered vividly how drunk he had become. There was something in his tone or choice of words that made her want to run away instead, but she took a deep breath, telling herself that it was only her nerves.
"I'll be out in a moment, darling!" she answered through the closed door. Hearing the sound of her own voice seemed to help her courage, as she was able to answer her husband without sounding the least bit nervous. It reminded her that she was having the normal fears of a virgin bride on her wedding night. It was only natural that she should be concerned about pleasing her new husband. Her fears were not-of sex, but rather of failure.
She knew from the book she had read that it was difficult for a virgin to please a man the first time, and she was letting that knowledge dominate her usual clear thinking. Checking her looks once more in the mirror, Barbara was satisfied that she looked all right in the nude, and taking a breath, she went to the bathroom door, unlocked it, and walked into the next room. For a moment, she didn't see Cliff anywhere, but then she turned toward the large bed, and her heart began to pound wildly.
"Well, it's about time! I was beginning to give up all hope," he said sarcastically. For an instant Barbara felt he wasn't happy with what he saw, but at the same moment, she realized he was totally naked, a half-empty glass of champagne in one hand, a hardening cock in the other. She tried not to look down between his legs, but instead she smiled, staring into his eyes for some sign of his approval. She was too nervous to move from where she stood as she waited for him to speak.
Cliff only stared back at her, his eyes seeming to grow larger and larger as he took in the sheer sensuality of her lovely virgin body. She had always appeared serenely sexual, yet unobtainable to him when she was fully clothed, but seeing her there, naked before him, she revealed another quality of earthiness. He had wanted her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and it had taken all of his will power to stay cool during the romance, but now he was free to do with her as he willed.
Barbara gasped ot loud when Cliff suddenly bolted across the room toward her. He dropped the partly filled glass of champagne on the floor like a useless, disposable object, and his hardening cock bounded lewdly as his giant steps closed the distance between them. He was upon her in a flash, his nude body practically colliding into her nakedness, and his arms encircled her body like the tentacles of a giant squid.
"Cliff!"-she groaned, but his mouth was already seaking her soft lips, pulling her into a kiss that seemed to consume her entire body. His tongue drove into the warmth of her oral cavity like a snake, and she tasted the overwhelming power of the alcohol he'd been drinking. The kiss was hard and rough, but her mind was on a different sensation. His naked flesh was pressing into her with a heat that she never had imagined possible, and growing harder against her loins was the throbbing object of his manhood. It was as if it was controlled from some outside force, but she knew that his cock was straining in anticipation of entering her virgin young pussy. More important than that, she suddenly realized that it was not going to be easy. Before she could utter a single word of protest, he lifted her bodily into his arms, and staggering drunkenly, carried her to the large bed. It was as if he had suddenly gone insane with passion as he began to maul her helpless body, and she cried out when his sharp teeth bit into the tender flesh of her naked breasts.
"Cliff! Uuggghhh! Please ... Not like this. .. Cliff! Aaagghh!"
Her words of protest had been useless, and perhaps only served to incite him further. She was to discover that night that he had long considered her a prime target for his pent-up emotions, feelings stirred to unreasonable heights by her seeming inaccessibility. The untouchable beauty was after all still a woman, and the sight of her naked body had brought that truth to his brain with overwhelming and unrestrained impact. His sudden movement had made her fear grow far out of proportion, and when he then ripped her panties clear of her hips like so much tissue paper, any hope of her relaxing that evening was gone. The liquor he had consumed had little or no effect on his passion, and might well have incited him to a point he'd never reached in his life. He wasn't himself anymore, but instead was like a wild man, hungry for the lust that was denied him for much too long.
Barbara's primary recollection of that evening had always been that of a frantic wrestling match, as she had fought her new husband out of fear of his unexpected brutality. The bulk of her fright stemmed from her miscalculation of his character, as he had literally raped her. Through sheer, lust-incited force he had bent her body to his will, taking her virginity with a hymen ripping madness that only served to leave an indelible impression of pain and debasement in Barbara's mind.
If she had been simply frigid, then the hurt wouldn't have been half as severe, but she had dreamed long about her first sexual experience, and her imagination had made it a thing of gentle, loving care. There had been many times prior to her wedding that she had laid in bed, thinking about sex, and more often than not, her thoughts had ended in heated achings in her lower belly. When that occurred, she would probe her tender young pussy with her fingers in a futile attempt to satisfy the burning desire in herbody. Her fingers had proved to be pitifully inadequate, as she never reached the sexual heights she desired, but she was convinced that those pleasures would be obtained with the assistance of her husband. Unfortunately, Cliff had consumed too much liquor to consider the dreams of his new wife.
She had pleaded with him when his finger dug cruelly into the soft folds of her cunt, and even when he rubbed her clitoris, she felt nothing but anguish. Her fear had shut off all feelings of pleasure, and her brain only interpreted his actions as violent pain. She was totally unable to understand his aggressive behavior, so the pain of his fingers working hungrily around in her tender pussy hurt her even more mentally than physically. She couldn't remember it, but on that evening she did actually feel an excitement of seduction in spite of the cruel base emotions behind his actions. Her cunt was moist when he drove his fingers into the tight virgin passage in a hurried attempt to prepare her for his entry, yet her excitement wasn't nearly enough to compensate for her shame and embarrassment.
But Cliff hadn't waited long enough, as in a short minute, he was hovering over her body, his hugely throbbing, blood-filled cock posed and ready to tear inside her helpless body. The second picture that had remained in her mind throughout those seventeen years, was the blazing lust in his eyes as he stared down at her nakedly quivering pussy mound like a hungry animal about to feast on his long-sought prey.
She would always vividly remember how he looked with his giant erect cock standing straight out from his groin and pointing directly at her exposed young pussy. From that moment on, however, she had blotted out most of her memory of the eventful night. She had pleaded and begged for mercy, sure that his huge throbbing cock would split her young body in half, but all of her words went unheeded. Barbara recalled the event in bits and pieces only, like a horrible nightmare too unreal to believe. The throbbing length of his cock had looked menacing as it pulsated nakedly over her groin. The tip was thick and purple, a gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. The long shaft, lined with a road map of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heart-beat, protruded from a black tangle of pubic hair covering his groin, and the twin sacs holding his alls were drawn up tightly between his spread, hairy thighs. She could remember how she'd screamed when the long column of male flesh had disappeared slowly inside her virgin pussy, but she had no memory of how long it had actually taken. As far as she was concerned, it had been furiously fast and cruel, ramming through her narrow passage like a battering ram until the tip slammed hard against her cervix. Then it was sawing in and out of her at a pace that belied human endurance, slickly moistened . male flesh appearing and disappearing as her body was buffeted by his frenzied assault.
He had heaved and pumped until with a tremendous cry he had filled her helplessly stretched pussy with boiling, hot spurts of semen. When it had been over, Barbara wanted to hate him for the shame and humiliation she felt, and even more so because subconsciously she realized that she had wanted him as much as he wanted her. She had been raped, and she couldn't forgive him for that, though she had tried then to put the entire incident out of her mind for good. What she didn't know then was that he had given her something to constantly keep her memory active. He had not just raped her, but had also made her pregnant.
It was most likely the result of her up-bringing that had kept her from leaving Cliff that night, as she had always believed that a husband had rights to his wife, no matter how cruelly he might exercise them. Yet, from that time on, she had only given in to him sexually when she could find no graceful way of getting out of it. He had succeeded in burying her interest in sex, with any man, but as she watched their offspring growing into a young man, she knew that she was always comparing his body to that of her husband.
She had become strangely fascinated by the physical development of their son, a condition she put down to an over-protective attitude on her part, and she was repulsed to recognize the weakening flesh of her body. Her son Paul was her life, the only reason she had for staying with Giff and keeping- the pretense of a marriage alive. She thought it foolish, year after year, to pretend enjoyment in celebrating the anniversary of that horrible wedding night, and yet, she knew that she was more than grateful for the results it was bringing to her. It was true, however, that she was celebrating the event with the thought to the gift it gave her.
"Paul's going to be pleased with our plans, I feel certain, darling," Barbara said after the waiter had left the fresh drinks.
"Any boy his age would have to be insane not to like the idea of a fishing trip!" The liquor was beginning to have its usual effects on Cliff, and his sarcasm had a sharp edge to it, in spite of his smile. Picking up her fresh drink, Barbara took a long, slow sip, hoping that the alcohol would soon blot out her feelings. She wanted to be desensitized to her certain fate that evening. There was no excuse to avoid it, particularly since it was their anniversary, and the best she could expect was getting it over quickly. If Cliff was drunk enough, there was always the possibility that he would pass out before forcing his nakedness on her.
The waiter finally brought the first course of their meal, and they both remained silent as they began to eat. Her drinks helped her to block out thoughts about sex with her husband, but added a dull aching sensation in her lower belly. It was like a feeling of sadness, an emotion she often felt when she had an opportunity to reflect on her situation. Her life had become harder over the past two years, ever since their son, Paul, had gone off to boarding school. His vacations seemed so far in the distance whenever he left home after a visit, to return to school. Barbara had resisted the idea of his going to a boarding school, but Cliff had been firm, saying that it was the best thing to make a man out of him. She knew that Cliff felt she was overly protective of their son, as he had often accused her of turning him into a Mama's boy, but she couldn't really believe that to be true. Paul was the most important thing in her life, and she wanted him to be his own man, as long as he wasn't like his father.
Yet, she hadn't been able to resist Cliff on the boarding school issue, even though she knew how painful Paul's absence would be for her. There was another factor that she wanted to keep hidden from Paul, and it was important enough in her own mind to accept the loneliness of her son's absence. She simply would die if Paul ever learned about his father's girl-friend!
It was like an unspoken agreement between Barbara and Cliff to never discuss marital infidelity. She was very much aware of his having a mistress somewhere, and in some ways she was glad of it. His keeping a girl-friend made him less demanding of her, so she never openly protested or mentioned her knowledge of the affair to Cliff. In fact the only thing she was concerned about in relation to his illicit affair, was the possibility of their son becoming aware of it. The thought of it had nearly made her have a nervous breakdown some two years ago in the past. It was on the occasion of Paul's first visit home after starting in the boarding school. When he had first gone away, Cliff had become more open about his girl-friend than ever before, and Barbara was convinced that Paul would know the truth when he visited home. But all had turned out well, as during the entire visit Cliff had never once left the house to see his girl-friend, and Paul had returned to school none the wiser. Since that time, Cliff had continued to hide his relationship whenever Paul was home on vacation, and because of that, Barbara never mentioned the girl, even when Paul was away at school. But with Paul rapidly approaching the age of seventeen, and the inevitable independence that goes with it,, her and Cliffs relationship was becoming more and more strained.
The day before their anniversary, Barbara had taken the opportunity to speak with Cliff about their marriage, although she had carefully avoided mentioning his girl-friend. She had started the conversation on the pretext of discussing Paul's summer vacation, asking Cliff what they might do to make their son happy. Then cautiously, she steered the subject around to their own relationship. She told him that she would like to make a new effort in their relationship, at least for Paul's benefit if not their own, and that the occasion of their anniversary would be the ideal kick-off for that effort.
Her words had taken Cliff by surprise, and his initial reaction had been pessimistic. He had doubts about his wife's sincerity, as he had been disappointed too many times in the past. She was unaware of it, but he'd like nothing more than to have a wife full-time. His girl-friend was nothing but a physical release for his pent-up emotions and frustrations, brought on by a wife that he found to be sexually lacking and frigid. Yet, he had never lost hope of finding the key that would awaken the sensuality so visible on the surface of his beautiful wife. Time had made him harsh and sarcastic, but deep down he was anxious to make his marriage work if only to know the deeply buried pleasures he was sure his wife contained.
Cliff had brought up the idea of going on a boating trip as a family that summer, and in the few weeks that remained before Paul's vacation started, they were to make every effort to bring their marriage back together. Yet facing her husband across the table, knowing what she would be facing later that evening, caused serious doubt in the back of Barbara's mind. As much as she wanted to make it all right, knowing how important it would be for her son, the thought of carrying out a pretense in bed with Cliff later that evening made her nervous as she'd been on the first night of her marriage.
"To our new beginningf" Cliff said lifting his glass of champagne in the air. He was smiling in a peculiar way, a manner that Barbara didn't understand.
"Yes, darling... To our new beginning!" she repeated.
Taking a sip of the bubbly liquid, she searched her memory for the circumstances that had last brought on that look her husband gave her. Somehow it was hazy and unclear, but she was sure it had to do with sex. She took another sip of her drink before setting the glass down on the table. "That was certainly a delicious dinner, and I must admit, this is the perfect drink to top-it-off." She felt a little high, but was sure that she maintained the proper image for him.
"I couldn't agree more," he replied, pouring out more of the champagne into his wife's glass. "You should drink much more of it. . . You'd be surprised how sexy champagne can make you feeL"
When drinking, he would often talk about her unreachable sensuality, the goddess on a pedestal, and it would usually become rather lewd and vile in description. She knew it was his way of striking out at her, but that evening his making the comment about the champagne seemed almost innocent. She responded to it by picking up her glass and downing the entire contents without stopping. Why she did it, she had no idea.
"Well?" she challenged, plunking her empty glass back down on the table. He was openly startled by her surprising move, but he didn't waste a moment in pouring her more of the champagne.
"Please!" He twisted the bottle, testing the weight for the amount of liquid remaining inside. Two more glasses, possibly three, he thought, so he poured some into his own glass. Then lifting his glass again, he smiled over at his wife, answering her challenge. "Down the hatch!"
She drained her glass as quickly as he did, then setting it back on the table, she felt a little foolish knowing it wasn't the proper way to drink champagne. But, she felt caught up in a commitment, one that she couldn't back down from, so when he emptied the bottle into her glass, she again gulped the chilled liquid down.
"There!" she announced with-finality, her glass drained like a monument to her soul. She stared at her husband who was staring back at her, his look questioning af if he wanted to believe what he'd just witnessed. For some reason it struck her as being funny, and she started to giggle like a young girl.
Cliff didn't hesitate, but signalled the waiter to bring the check. He was anxious to get home before the. spell that had somehow consumed his wife was broken. He didn't want to get up too much hope, but it did seem like she actually might have changed.
She couldn't stop giggling once it had started, as everything Cliff did seemed to be funnier with each passing moment. She imagined him in an old time movie, jumping around in jerky motion as he paid the check, then hustled her out to their car. It wasn't until she was sitting next to him in the speeding automobile, heading toward their home, that she was reminded of what to expect. She hoped that somehow everything would be different, or maybe that he wouldn't even try to do anything. It had been a long time since he'd gone to bed with her, two maybe three weeks, she wasn't sure, but then they had agreed to make a new start, she remembered.
Cliff was quietly determined as he drove toward their house in the foothills above Los Pueblos. She knew that he had to be at least a little bit high from all the drinks he'd had, but oddly, he didn't seem at all like his usual drunkenness. Barbara thought it might just be her own fuzzy thinking, brought on by the gulping down of all the champagne after dinner, that made her feel that way. It was definitely having some effect on her, she was sure, as she couldn't help thinking about what she might feel when they got home. There had been several moments in the last few months when she could swear she was going to burn up from the heat in her belly, and that same sensation was beginning to take hold of her body at that moment. It had to be the liquor, she figured, as she realized that she was unconsciously pressing her ass-cheeks into the car seat. There was a definite gnawing sensation that seemed to emanate from the pit of her belly, causing her pussy to become moist.
As they got closer and closer to home, she found that the sensation became more intense. The liquor seemed to make her forget her inhibitions, and she openly wiggled her round buttocks against the car seat, feeling the tiny bud of her clitoris harden. At that moment, Barbara found herself wishing that Cliff hadn't been so brutal in his initial encounter with her those seventeen years earlier. She really believed that things might have worked out differently for both of them, and possibly she could have learned to enjoy sex the way she had often dreamed about it. There had been so many times that she had wanted to feel the sensations she had only the opportunity to taste. It was the full pleasure she knew existed, yet she had so often been denied, or at least had not permitted herself. In the early years of their marriage, Cliff had occasionally tried to get her to do things, acts that she considered lewd and vile in just thinking about them, as she had always been convinced that she could not tolerate any depraved sex.
Her entire knowledge of these lewd sexual perversions came from the vile descriptions that Cliff would subject her to when he got too drunk, and she was sure she had heard them all. But as she felt the burning sensations in her belly growing more intense, she realized she was thinking about those very things, and in spite of her efforts to the contrary, the images of sexual couplings stayed in her mind. It was as if her body had suddenly possessed her reasoning abilities, ahd when Cliff finally steered the car up their long curving driveway, she thought she had lost all control of her senses. She was convinced she could feel her blood racing through every part of her body, and it seemed to tease and stimulate her nerves until they were tingling with electric excitement. She had never felt so aroused in all of her life, and she literally shook her head to try to clear the thoughts from her mind. It couldn't have been brought on by just the champagne drinking, she was sure, and the doubt left over the source of her arousal, made her wonder if she wasn't going insane.
Their home was like a monument to Cliffs success in automobile salesmanship, as it was an imposing structure of expensive classical design, and the moment he stopped the car, Barbara jumped out without waiting for him to come around and open the door. She was sure that the moisture from her pussy was visible on her dress, and she was embarrassed by the thoughts that had caused it. She hurried in the darkness to the en try way, then turned to face her husband as he came up behind her.
"It's a little chilly out tonight," she said. It was a feeble excuse for running so quickly from the car, but she felt she had to say something.
"I'm sure it's much warmer inside," he replied, his eyebrows slightly raised. He was still mulling over the earlier actions of his wife, as they had been so surprising they had somewhat sobered him. He wanted to proceed cautiously, not to disturb the apparent state that Barbara had gotten herself into, and acting as gentlemanly as he knew how, he opened the front door to their house, waiting for her to go inside first. He knew he shouldn't be overly optimistic, but if he played his cards right, he was sure he would have a chance to get her steamed up the way he had always wanted.
"Thank you, darling," she said walking into the house. She was relieved that he was not staggering drunk as she had suspected he might have been, and it occurred to her that she might not be subjected to his sexual advances after all. The thought confused her, as she wondered if she felt disappointed or relieved?
They both walked together to the master bedroom, and entering the large room, Barbara immediately went to the dressing area. She decided to take her clothes off without saying anything, figuring she would get undressed and into bed before Cliff had a chance to get his clothes off. She was so anxious to escape the fire in her belly through sleep, that she paid no attention to what he was doing.
After taking off his coat, Cliff directed his attention to his wife, watching her as she hurriedly pulled her clothes from her body. After all the frustrating years of their marriage, he was still impressed by the sensual quality she exuded. She was mentally untouchable and beautiful, but that evening he was determined to get through to her sensual side. He was sure it existed, and he was damn sure he was going to find it. He stared as she stripped down to her bra and panties, and he was delighted over the fact that her body was every bit as beautiful as it had been when she was seventeen. Nothing about her had really changed, and she was still that strange mixture of sensual woman and little girl.
Barbara felt his eyes on her body when she started to remove her bra, and hesitated as his watching made her nervous. She felt that the dampness from her pussy was showing through her panties, and she was afraid of being completely nude in front of him.
"Why aren't you getting ready for bed?" she asked, and it came out sounding like a challenge. It was the not knowing that made her feel nervous, and she didn't want to destroy the calm presence she had established so well earlier. The new start, coupled with the vacation plans, had been for the most part her idea, and she felt she could take anything if only she knew what he had in his mind.
"Too interested in watching you do a strip tease for me!" He stood up as he spoke, and he began to pull down his pants like a tag line to his statement.
She understood immediately what he meant, and whether felt relief or was pleased, she was surprised to realize she was no longer feeling nervous. In fact his statement seemed to make her belly jerk with excitement instead of tension, and she found herself again remembering some of the lewd descriptions of sex that he had explained to her in the past. Perhaps it was only resigning to her commitment of the new start in their relationship, but she actually thought she might want him to seduce her. It was as if she had become a different person in the process of trying to save her marriage for their son.
"Just what is it you're interested in?" she heard herself answering. The conversation over the champagne might as well have been continuing by the way she questioned him, but she didn't move from the spot where she stood. She was waiting for a response, but he didn't say a word until he had finished pulling off all of his clothes. The huge lump that had been in his pants a second before, was then standing out from his groin, a fully erect cock."
"Fucking you! Fucking you like you've never been fucked in all our married life!" he finally said.
The words drifted across the room to her ears like gentle waves, and they somehow didn't repulse her like they normally would have. Instead they sent a chilling sensation up the full length of her spine, tittilating her already lewd thoughts. She wanted to feel embarrassed and angry, but those emotions were not to be found, and she remained dumbstruck as he moved across the room to where she was standing. He placed his hands on her slim waist, pulling her close to his naked body, and his hugely erect cock slid easily between her smooth inner thighs. His eyes seemed to illuminate a strength of purpose that she had never seen in them before.
"You're going to know what fucking is, really is, by the time I finish with you, baby," he said softly. As he spoke, he reached behind her back, and finding the hook of her bra, he unfastened it, letting the material fall away from her soft mounds of flesh. The round, pink mounds stood pointing at his chest, the pink nipples hardening as they brushed sensationally against the coppery, curly hairs. He was teasing her, preparing her for the one thing he had wanted since he day of their marriage. "Say it! Tell me how you want it! Say you want me to fuck you good!" he-added.
Chapter Two
Knowing she was blushing with shame from being excited, excited by the words and determination coming from her husband, she turned her face away in an effort to hide her emotions. She could feel the length of his hard erect cock rubbing between her smoothly trembling thighs, and the thick purple head seemed to be pressing into the fabric of her panties as if it could drill right through it. She was completely confused by the way her body was reacting at that moment, and she was interested in having sex, he was right in his guess about her feelings. She wanted to be lewd and vile if only for that night, and she could excuse her lusting motives by telling herself it was essential to keeping her marriage intact. She was doing it for Paul, their son. That had to be it! Without really knowing where it came from, she found the courage to tell Cliff what he so obviously wanted to hear.
"I. . . Want you to . .. Fuck me! Damnit! I want you to fuck me good, Cliff!" Her words were hesitant and soft at first, but there was no doubting the conviction behind them when she blurted the last statement. When she faced him squarely, she realized that he was actually surprised by what she'd said.
Feeling wildly optimistic by his wife's sudden transformation, Cliff leaned forward, his mouth open to kiss her full on the lips. Immediately, he drove his tongue wetly into the warm waiting cavern of her mouth as he pulled her body hard against his. This throbbing cock began to twitch with excitement as he felt her lithe curvaceous body moving slightly against him, and she kissed him back, lifting her up in his arms without breaking away from the kiss, he carried her over to their large bed and laid her gently down on the soft mattress.
His mind was rapidly clicking off ideas of what to do that might please her, and yet he felt for the first time in their married life, that everything would just proceed naturally. Laying down to one side of her slender and sensual body, he reached down across her smooth belly to the elastic band at the top of her thin, flimsy panties, and with great care so as not to destroy the moment, he pulled the filmy material down over her voluptuously rounded hips. She arched up slightly to make the removal of her last remaining garment easier for him, and she felt the warm air move across the folds of her this time, wetly passion-aroused pussy. She had never been so sexually stimulated, having refused to permit it previously, but that moment was like a totally different event from any contact she'd experienced before. As he pushed her panties down the tapering form of her firmly rounded thighs, she drew her legs up to make it possible for him to reach, and when the delicate undergarment caught on the edge of her toes for an instant, she flipped her foot to throw them casually to the floor, her body free of all confining restrictions to their love-making. Slowly tracing the line of her smooth thighs with his fingernail, Cliff felt that he could loose his load of cum from the growing pressure in his balls, as he had never experienced such receptiveness in his wife before.
She was actually holding her legs out for his hand to do as he wanted to with her pussy, and when he felt the fuzzy tips of her copperish pubic hair, the sensation made him even more excited. He wanted to look at her closely, study her pink waiting pussy lips with his tongue, and define every inch of her hot liquid passage, and he felt that such enjoyment would be worth the risk of bringing on her wrath.
She had never allowed him to do anything sexually with the exception of the standard "him between her legs," position, but he hoped that her present condition might be such that he could do just about anything. Breaking away from the lingering kiss, he ran his tongue down to the sensitive flesh of her long shapely neck, and hesitating there for a moment, he licked and nipped at the taut muscles.
She moaned quietly, a humming sound which started deep in her throat, and he felt the transmitted vibrations against his cheek. He wanted her to groan until she screamed for his big prick, and he moved on down her body with his tongue, pausing at the full creamy rounded mounds of her tits. The tiny pink nipples at the tips were hardened into erect little buds of pleasure, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe hot air over them. Then lowering his head slowly, he took one of the nipples into his mouth, laying his warm, wet tongue under it like he was savoring a delicious morsel. He licked furiously around the hardened bud, and then closing his mouth, sucked and pulled and chewed on it.
"MMmmmmmmm! Ohhhhh! . . . Darling. . . That's sooooo .. . Gooooooodddd!" She moaned as she felt the sensitive warmth of his tongue licking the tip of her breast. The sensations of his teeth biting down on her nipple seemed to travel down through her body to the pit of her belly, causing the fire flaming there to burn even more hotly than before. It was pleasant and exhilarating to experience such sensual delights, and she resigned herself to any sexual act that she felt her husband might dare try. She didn't believe he would dare much that was "too far out." Her scent and feel was like an aphrodisiac, and he was finding himself more excited by his wife's willingness to have him touching her sensually naked body.
It was like he was being permitted to make love to her for the first time all over again, and she was the untouched virgin, ripe and ready this time for fucking. Biting on her nipple several more times, he then raised his head up, and with extended tongue, traced the smooth flat line of her belly, leaving a wet trail to the fuzzy beginnings of her softly curling pubic triangle. She was so engrossed in the pleasures from his sucking of her breast, that for a moment she was unaware of what he was leading up to, but suddenly she returned to her normal state, fully realizing that he was planning to continue this sucking, only this time it was going to be her never-before licked little pussy, instead. He had slithered down upon the aching slit of her vagina, and down to where his head was just between her thighs, and knowing what he was about to do made her suddenly recoil in her puritanical repugnance.
"No, Cliff! You mustn't! Oh, God .. . No! It's not right to do that! . .. Please!" She groaned and twisted on the bed, but he had taken a firm grip on her hips, holding her fast.
"Relax, dammit! You'll like it!" he yelled with sudden authority, and she was so surprised by his angered tone of voice that she stopped struggling. He was staring down between her wide spread thighs, looking hungrily at the thin visibly pulsating lips, edged so delicately with soft red hair.
A tiny droplet of her seeping lubricating fluid moistened its fringe, then more was visible as her pussy opened up like a flowering blossom petal covered with dew. Her clitoris stood up like a tiny pink bud of pleasure, and he slowly placed his thumbs on her vaginal opening, spreading the soft resilient curls of reddish pubic hair apart with deliberately slow moves. The coral colored flesh of her pussy was completely exposed to his gaze.
It was horrible and disgusting, and she closed her eyes tightly as she moaned in shame. She was petrified at having to give in to such a debasing act, but at the same time she felt her arousal become even greater. The hot air of his breath was grazing her sensitive nerves, and she drew in her own breath as she felt his head move closer to her open vagina.
Then it happened, like a convulsive jerking of her entire body as his warm wet tongue shot out of his mouth to probe teasingly into her quivering cunt. A groan escaped from her throat as she ground her hips helplessly down into the bed, but the bestial outrage continued upon her defenseless cunt. Her stomach churned in revulsion and she cried out an animal-like wail of passion as his tongue licked her soft inner thighs, then worked hotly up into the sensitive folds of her cuntal lips to swirl around the hardened bud of her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooohhh, Godddddd! Please! Cliff, you must stoppppp! It's..." She tried to draw her legs together in an effort to keep the tongue from driving her insane, but he was too strong for her, holding her legs wide apart as he ground his head into the wideheld split between her thighs. His tongue was wetly covering her clitoris with heated sensation, and his lips closed around it to draw the throbbing little bud searingly up inside his mouth. Slamming, electric jolts of passion hit her as she felt his teeth sinking into the sensitive nerve, and like a wanton whore in heat, she threw out her legs, kicking them wide apart and open to his assault.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" Tilting her head up, she stared down between her firm full breasts with terror filled eyes at his lewd assault on her helpless pussy. She was stunned by the realization of the depravity of such an act, an act that she had never permitted her husband to perform on her in her whole life, and she couldn't control the vile bolts of pleasure that were permeating her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her coppery flailing head.
Slipping his hands under her buttocks to lift her loins up to his probing tongue, he squeezed the firm flesh, holding the cheeks of her ass while he ran his tongue around and around in the soft, wet valley of her cunt. Her loins raised up to his face made him flick deeper into the wetly pulsating flesh, and slowly and deliberately he ran his tongue down to the opening of her cuntal channel. The elastic tight orifice seemed to throb and flower open to the touch of his tongue, and with deadly sureness, he probed deeper and deeper up inside her hotly quivering passage.
"Ooooooh!" Barbara screamed in helpless ecstasy, her mind, in spite of her upbringing, vaguely wondering why she had not let him do such a thing to her with his wildly swirling tongue before that moment. It was far better than anything she had ever imagined possible, or for that matter such fantastic pleasure for herself, but it was also the discovery of the abandoned nature of her sensual body and soul.
Driving his tongue like a hissing male king snake in and out of her cunt, he felt his wife give in to his cunt-shattering ministrations, and he roamed with his hands around the smooth white crevice of her ass. Finding the curving valley with his fingers, he spread the cheeks apart while he continued to orally fuck her with his tongue.
She had lifted her legs up so that they were locked around his neck like a vise, and as he ran his tongue around the sensitive parts of her loins, he could feel her erotically awakening cunt pushing up against his mouth with increasing intensity and abandon. She was giving in to it for certain, and feeling confident he probed his middle finger into the softly yielding crevice of her ass cheeks in search of her brownish-pink anus. Touching the puckered little hole, he heard her cry out deliriously, 'and he wormed his finger around to probe slightly up inside the smooth rubbery passage.
"Ooooooh! Aaagggghhhhh!" Barbara was totally confused by the sensual pleasure that streaked through her impassioned body. It was like she was being assaulted by two different objects at the same time. She felt his finger only pushing against the elastic-like opening to her rectum, and then his pleasure giving tongue inside her liquid filled cunt had slithered down lower and was suddenly flicking out at her anus. She wanted to scream in rapture as pleasures danced through her body like multiple explosions.
"Oooohh . . . God . . . Cliff, don't! . .. Please . . . Oouuuuuu!" she said automatically, all the while raising her thighs up to his mouth as his tongue endeavored to harden and slip up inside her tiny puckered anus. "Oooohh! . .. Ooouuu!" she cried out, then falling back she felt the goose bumps cover her stomach and breasts. Her complete degradation was overwhelming her mind, her head tossing from side to side, while the horrible realization of losing control of herself continued to flood her mind. She sobbed in shame and humiliation as the pleasure giving tongue kept licking on and on, jumping from her pussy to her anus and back again with complete freedom, and her body began to shake with the raw nerve-ends of pleasure. She stopped fighting the intense delight she was experiencing, giving in to his lewd desires completely.
She began to cry, but it was now for the body shattering fulfillment she had so long been denied . . . denied herself. She raised her desire-soaked loins to him, her only desire the submission to his slightest whim, and she ground her widespread, throbbing cunt shamelessly up against his face, revelling in the insane throes of lusting passion like a wild bitch in heat. There was no doubting the complete alteration in Barbara's attitude, and he took his oral fucking to task, wanting to bring her to climax with his tongue before he threw it to her with his aching cock. She had never submitted to his advances so completely before, and until that moment, he had just about given up ever making it totally with her. She was really hotter and wilder than he'd dared hoped for, and he knew for the first time in their marriage that he would get her all the way.
Working his tongue furiously into the now wetly sucking depths of her cunt, he stroked and teased it until he had to come up for breath, then he bent down to it again. Her body began the deep slow agony of a building orgasm, and she twisted her head while moaning loudly.
"Ooohhhhh! God! That's sooo goooooddd! Lick it harder, darling! Lick it harder!" She was only barely aware of what she was saying, as she had never before been so close to release in her life. She had always submitted her body to him with reluctance in the past, though sometimes she felt the sensations of sexual indulgence, but never to the point of explosive climax that she was nearing now. With his mouth sucking on her insanely wetly, seething pussy, she was experiencing for the first time the real flame of desire, and she writhed and jerked with faint mewls of rising passion from her wildly heaving chest, her face tensed with deep animalistic abandon.
There! She felt that she was there! "Ooooohhh ... God! Please .. . Lick! Oh, lick it noooowwwwww!" she chanted as he screwed harder up between her open thighs with his maddeningly swirling tongue. She felt his hands teasing at every sensitive part of her body like hot fingers of flame; her breasts, rectum, clitoris, all aroused beyond the point of believability. Her cunt was pulling his tongue deeper and deeper into her, sucking and draining the warmth of his saliva, and she tingled from one end of her writhing body to the other. It was tremendous. . . Like she was soaring on a heavenly flight to outer space! Fabulous . .. Wild .. . Magnificent!
He kept up the demanding pace as he was sure he was on the verge of final success when she finally screamed out her lusting passion. "Ooohhh, God! I'm . . . Yes .. . I'm going to cum! Yeessssss! Fmmmmmmm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!" She jerked and heaved against her husband's hungrily sucking mouth, twisting wildly as the hot spasms of orgasm flooded through her body, carrying her to the heights of ecstasy. Juices from her flaming cunt gushed out of her omnivorously clasping passage to be sucked hungrily into her husband's mouth. She screamed her joy over and over, her body a new receptacle of erotically bursting desire.
It was done, he thought, his self-congratulatory praise enlarged by the taste of Barbara's sex. She sank back onto the bed after a long moment, her body satiated from his tongue fucking, and slowly he raised his head up from her orgasm drenched cunt, a wide grin spread across his face. It was his turn now, and he was more than ready to begin.
Opening her eyes to see the cum covered grin on her husband's face, she shifted her eyes down, not wanting to see the obvious glee of his conquest. She had been conquered finally and completely, her body betraying her true self. Her gaze fell on the dark triangle of his pubic hair, and she gasped as she saw the huge throbbing pole that stood straight out from his groin. It was bigger than she had ever seen it before, the blood-inflated head thicker and more menacing than she ever thought possible. She still couldn't understand that she had finally turned him on too.
Seeing the look in her lust glazed eyes, Cliff realizedthat she was staring at his rock-hard cock, and he grasped it in his hand to stroke it. Her excitement had gotten him so excited that he was hotter than he'd been with her in years, and he knew that the size of his lust-engorged cock was frightening her.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" he grinned excitedly, and he thrust his hips forward to emphasize his statement.
She gaped at his giant cock in complete misery, her own naked body beneath him filling her with shame. She knew what she had been doing, and staring at the huge cock brought faint traces of desire to her body again. A new sense of wantonness was created in her being, and she looked at the tip of his huge cock, studying the. dilated slit, then shifted her eyes to look at the shaft, suddenly realizing what it could do to her. She was convinced that it would hurt her again in spite of her earlier arousal.
"You .. . Your so big! I can't possibly take it, Cliff! Please!" There was no question in her mind about it. His cock looked like it would split her in two.
"I'm going to fuck you better than you can possibly imagine! You're going to find out finally what it's like to have a big cock fucking into your cunt when it's really ready!" He watched for her reactions to his words, and he was excited by the changes in her expression with each lewd word issuing from his lips. He didn't care if she believed she would die from the size of his cock fucking into her, because then maybe she would find that much more pleasure. He laughed openly, then narrowed his eyes and looked down at her tight wet cunt.
"I'm going to fuck it dog-style! Turn over!"
"No!" She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was too frightened of his hugely throbbing cock to care. "I'm ... I can't do it! It's too big now! Pleaseeee!" Her last word was muffled by the bed as he turned her legs, forcing her to roll onto her stomach.
"I'm going to fuck you from behind!" he repeated with finality, then he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her into a kneeling position that left her buttocks waving defensively up in the air behind her.
She wasn't sure how to react, but the position he had forced her into made her feel terribly debased. It was like she was bent before him, an object of his lust and nothing more. And that angle of attack was certain to kill her, she had no doubt. His cock would positively tear her apart! Rolling forward, she looked back under her hugely, swaying tits to see his knees holding her legs wide apart. She saw the hairy sac holding his cum filled balls swinging freely beneath his hard male cock, and the thick purple head was pointing up between her thighs, the tip almost pressing into her moist pink pussy.
"Take it in your hand, then guide it up inside!" he commanded.
"Oh, God .. ." she moaned helplessly, and she reached back between her legs, wrapping her hand around the thick column of flesh. She could feel the blood flowing rapidly through the long rod, and fear consumed her mind as she felt the true enormity of his giant throbbing cock.
"Damnit! I can't hold off forever! Do it now!" He squeezed the soft flesh of her inner thighs with his fingers, cruelly pulling them wide for an easier entrance into her tight little cunt.
She was momentarily frozen with fear as she realized the predicament she was in, but she did as he demanded all the same. Guiding the hard, fleshy shaft into the passion drenched hole of her cunt, she moved the thick head to part her pubic hair and the softly throbbing lips of her vagina, and when it made contact with her excited clitoris, she felt a sensational shock of further pleasure coursing through her body. Sliding the huge head back slowly, she relished the warm, passion producing sensation figuring it would be the last before he split her helplessly kneeling body in two.
"There!" she sobbed feeling the completeness of her humiliation. She had resigned herself to his demands, but she couldn't forgive him for the debasing slave-like position he was forcing her into.
The warmth of her flesh around the head of his cock was like a key to the release of his emotions, and he thought he might cum before he ever got it up inside her waiting pussy. Shoving his hips forward with renewed urgency, he pressed his cock against the tightly restricting passage to her belly, and the thick head popped inside and sank slowly into the tight warmth of the fearfully quivering little hole between her thighs.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly. Her face was mashed down against the mattress as she lurched away from the giant mercilessly throbbing rod driving into her loins, but Cliff held her tightly to him with his hands on her hips. Pushing again, he drove the mammoth column an inch inside her tiny, fearfully palpitating opening, the tight wetness like a teasing warmth around the sensitive head.
"Oooooohhhhh ... I can't. . . It's too . . . Pleaseeeeee! Cliff! Oh God, I CAN'T!"
He slowly continued the impalement into her soft yielding cuntal depths, ignoring her pleas for mercy as he was anxious to have his throbbing cock totally wrapped by the warm wet walls of her proud little cunt. Inch by inch he thrust his way into her, slowly filling her virgin-like passage with the lust-hardened length of his huge male column. She felt as though she was being stretched to the bursting point by his entry, and she could clearly feel every wrinkle and edge of the massive cock through the sensitive walls of her cock-stretched pussy. He was still for a moment then, like he was considering a reprieve, but after a second he suddenly flexed his hardness at the same time lurching all the way up into her belly.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!" She whined more from the surprise than the pain, as her passage was slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the mammoth cock. Her piteous whimper, in spite of her initial fear, was soon changing into low, involuntary groans of pleasure. Then he thrust even deeper into her nakedly open cunt, the tip of his cock striking hard against her cervix She grunted, feeling the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the crevice of her buttocks, and at the last of his probe, his balls swung forward to slap noisily up between the flesh of her soft inner thighs. He couldn't wait for a moment to give her a chance to adjust to his size, and he immediately began fucking in and out of her tightly clenched passage, the long hard strokes pounding deep up inside her womb, striking her cervix relentlessly.
He stared down at her slavishly kneeling form, her buttocks grinding back sensuously to his driving rhythm, her smoothly hollowing back sloping down whitely to the loosely scattered reddish hair of her flailing head. She was more sensual than he had ever seen her before, and it made the sperm in his balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and give the ultimate physical joy.
"Ooohhhhh! Ooohhhhh! Oooooooohhhh!" She began to chant in time to his long hard strokes. She felt every inch of his giant cock as it slid smoothly up into her tightly clasping passage to hit bottom, then like a bouncing ball suddenly returning to the beginning of the newly awakened passage. She fucked back shamelessly now, raising her buttocks up to each of hid downward strokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as deep up inside her hungrily milking pussy as was possible. Nothing else mattered except the pleasure-giving cock in the flaming passage of her cunt that pulsated with hungry abandon. There was no longer any morals, pride or shame, but instead only the ultimate lusting desire of being fucked until she could no longer move!
"Yes, darling! Do it! Give it to meeee!" she shouted as her sexual frenzy took full control.
"What? Do what?" he demanded, squeezing his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks to force his wife to submit fully to his lewd sexual assault.
"Ooouuuu . . . Fuck me... Fuck me, darling ... Fuck me . .." She let the lewd answer stream out of her mouth, knowing full well it was what he wanted her to say. The idea of her transformation into a wild sexual wanton was in itself exciting to her, and she wiggled her buttocks back against the plunging fleshy column of his lust hardened male cock with crazed abandon. It was a new passion she had not realized possible, the very pleasure of it magnified a thousand-fold by the lascivious tongue, fucking she had received a few moments earlier. Nothing had ever been like that before. Each downward stroke of his hotly searing cock was like a thousand thrills of delight, and his sperm-laden balls slapped noisly with flat, fleshy smacking sounds up between her desperately straining thighs to add to her pleasure. It was exhilarating.
She looked back under her full, lewdly dancing tits to see her soft reddish pubic hair and her tightly clenched cunt beneath it being split wide by the driving column of male flesh. His huge cock seemed to withdraw until only the very tip of him remained inside her pussy, then it would smoothly-drive back up into the position slickened channel, the wet, uneven lips of her cunt clasping at it hungrily until it completely filled the tiny pulsating hole. His pubic hair was tickling excitedly into the naked crevice of her buttocks with each hard, buttock flattening thrust, and she felt a tingling sensation that seemed to travel all the way up to the tips of her bouncing tips. Her cunt was being plowed apart with long hard thrusts of his cock, and she could feel the joy of it all around her salaciously grinding loins.
What had happened to change his wife into the hotly fucking little bitch she was now was no. longer of any concern to Cliff. All that really mattered was the way she was hungrily grinding her ass back against his driving prick. He held her tightly, pulling her buttocks to his groin with violent strength, then pushing her away again as he rhythmically fucked into her. He wanted to make her scream with the pleasure of his cock, beg him to pump his hot sticky cum deep inside her belly until she had milked him completely dry. Her cunt was like hot melted butter around his hotly throbbing cock, the slickly pulsating walls feeling every part of it like a massaging, rippling wave. It was tight, and he fought off the growing urge in the tip of his thundering cock, not wanting to cum until she had screamed out her own orgasm.
"Oooooouuuuuu! Uuupppppmmmmmhhhh!" She moaned as his cock pounded her open pussy mercilessly. She struggled with her breathing, gasping again and again as her face was pushed mercilessly into the soft mattress by his lunging force.
Releasing his grip on her hips, Cliff fixed his eyes on the white smoothly undulating globes of her ass, then dug his fingers into the narrow curving crevice, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart. The small brownish-pink hole of her tiny, rhythmically flexing anus was clearly visible to his line of view, and it seemed to be gasping and sucking at his groin as he pushed hard against it. Working his finger down into the nakedly exposed crevice, he placed his middle finger tip against the tightly puckered hole, and then he began to work it into the tight, elastic-like flesh.
"Ooooooh! Cliff! Oh God w-what are you doing? Ooouuuuuuu!" She was confused by the mixed sensations she was feeling as she grunted helplessly, but involuntarily, her passion overcoming her revulsion, she raised her ass to the worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hotly throbbing rectal passage. The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open to let the digit enter, and at first she felt nothing but dull pain. He accommodated her lust by shoving his middle finger deep into her hot wanting rectum, and as she became adjusted to the unnatural invasion, she felt pleasure.
"Uuuuggghhhh! Ooouu! Ooooouuuuuuu!" She grunted over and over as she tried to take the turning, rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at the same time she tried to absorb more of his warm throbbing cock deep into her screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard in the smooth rubbery passage until he could shove it no further, and she screamed out her ecstasy of pleasure-pain. He could feel his skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her rectum from her cuntal passage as he wormed his finger around the depths of her hot rectum, and each twist made his wife scream a muffled cry down into the mattress.
She writhed abandonly, driving and grinding her ass back against the two impaling instruments, her tortured backside now an inferno of sexual pleasure. The slamming sensations wracked her body into wildly contorted jerks and spasms as she felt the mounting ultimate sensation deep within her churning, boiling womb. She was going to come again!
"Ooooooohhhh.. . Oooohhhh . .. Oooohhhh!" Barbara's gasps were like a signal to her husband fucking her from behind, and he felt the walls of her fully aroused pussy begin to seep wetly with the warmth of her orgasm. Shoving forward with all the strength he contained, he drove his cock and finger as deep as he possibly could into the twin passages, working furiously to bring her to the heights of her climax. She screwed her loins back against his hammering cock like a wanton bitch in heat, and she jerked and bounced crazily on the squeaking bed.
She pushed her buttocks back hard against his groin as she felt the fantastic rush of her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her belly. The heat of her fire flooded out of her contracting cunt like a raging river of hot pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the thick fleshy column of lust buried hard against the base of her insanely jerking belly. Her kneeling convulsing body was like an aphrodisiac drugged whore gone mad, her cunt sucking feverishly on his cock, while even her asshole expanded and clenched at his worming finger all the way up to the palm of his hand.
She was more wild than any woman he had ever had, and he fucked into her with the growing satisfaction of her spasmodic climax And suddenly, the surging waves of his own hot white sperm Mt like a boiling explosion in his balls, and the wildly erupting sensation traveling upon the full length of his long, rhythmically jerking cock sent him into wild uncontrolled ecstasy. He was lost in the incredible sensuality of his own climax as the first quick burst of cum shot from the tip of his deeply-buried cock to jet deep up into the cavern of her openly quivering belly.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the liquid heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot nuclear explosions. The sensation was more engrossing than anything she had ever imagined, and she bucked back insanely against the spewing male column, grunting out her pleasure. His cock fired again and again, filling her belly to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt began clasping and unclasping around the rigid fleshy column, mEking it hungrily of all the heated male fluid it contained.
Their mixed orgasmic juices gushed wetly around the hairy base of his cock, spilling out against their tightly locked genitals in huge floods of moistly heated liquid. The mutual climax seemed to go on forever as they bucked and bounced together on the tortuously groaning bed, her screams of joy echoing crazily around the room. Finally, her semen-drained husband fell forward, pushing her flat on the bed, his tired body falling heavily on top of her satiated body while his slowly deflating cock remained buried deep inside her cum-filled womb.
It was several minutes before Barbara was able to put together all the events of the evening that led up to her wild pagan surrender. Her mind was a mass of confused thoughts as she felt the dying spasms of her climax still rumbling in her belly. She had been fucked good, there was no question about it, and she had allowed her body to get the better of her mind. Yet, in spite of all the pleasure she had taken for her conquered body, she was still left with a conflict in her mind. She had permitted herself to be debased like an animal, even screaming for the unnatural invasion of her rectum by her husband's finger! It was important she maintain her part of the new effort in their marriage, but she couldn't conceive of it requiring her to accept such lewd assaults as she was just subjected to.
There was no denying the intense pleasure she had received, but she had horrible thoughts of the same debasing act occurring again and again, even when her son Paul was home for the summer. That would be too horrible to even think about! Her husband felt limp and heavy on her back, his limply pulsating cock still inside her cum-filled pussy, and she grunted to let him know she wanted him off. He was breathing heavily as he rolled from her body, his cock slipping wetly from her sperm drenched cunt as a lewd reminder of her final debasement.
Chapter Three
"Listen, Paul, I need you to help me out tonight. Really good deal!" Tom Anderson said. "You know my cousin over in Scarsdale, don't you? I've told you about him, haven't I?"
Paul nodded without speaking, his mind working over the possible problems Tom could cause him that evening. He was always pestering him about something, and Paul was reluctant to even discuss anything with him.
"I just talked to him on the phone, Paul. He's having a party at his apartment tonight, and there's two extra broads gonna be there! He told me I could come if I brought along a friend! Can you go with me?" He was trying his best to make his explanation as brief as possible, but it was hard for him to contain the excitement he felt. "Man, you can't believe what this'll mean! He, my cousin, has really wild parties sometimes ... I mean the real stuff, Paul.' Ballin' and Boozin', everything!"
Paul was wondering why Tom was asking him to the party, especially since they were not really very-good friends. But then he remembered that most of the boys would be confined to the school grounds, as was always the rule just before finals. He could leave because he was one of the few with high enough grades, and he supposed that was the reason Tom was inviting him.
"Aren't you restricted to the campus?" Paul asked, reminding Tom that he was a superior student. He knew that Tom would cut out no matter what the rules said.
"Fuck man! For this party I'd go right through the damn walls! I'm telhn, you Paul, this could really be hot!" He grinned, knowing that his words were getting through to Paul, even though he was giving off the superior routine. He was very much aware of the fact that Paul was as horny for a chick as he was.
"How do I know I won't be stuck with some dog." Paul groaned, as if he always had some really sharp girls on tap. But his mind was going like crazy as he wondered if he might finally have the chance to get laid. It was damn disgusting to still be a virgin at the age of sixteen, but that was one of the "benefits" of going to an all boy's boarding school.
"My cousin said that no one comes with anyone else! He said they leave the pairing to the proper vibes! You know! Whoever digs who! Man, I tell you when my cousin talks like that, its got to be one of those special parties! You got to come, Paul! This is the first one he's invited me to, and he said he wouldn't let me in if I didn't bring one of the oldest guys I know!" Tom was really pleading now, and Paul stopped walking to face him directly.
"Hell, what can I lose? O.K."
"Whooooopppiiieeeee!"
"Wait a minute, damnit!" Paul had to yell after Tom, as he was already running toward the dorms. "What time is it tonight?"
Tom stopped, then walked back to him as if he was about to reveal a mysterious secret. He put one hand to the side of his face, but he spoke just as loud as he had been talking before. "After dinner. .. I'll make my break! Shit, you can just sign out, so I'll have to meet you down the road from the front gate. My roomy will cover for me when the old man makes the bed check."
"So how do we get to Scarsdale?"
"Oh yeah. You call a cab, then have him wait down the road if I'm not already there when you come out."
Paul nodded his acceptance in spite of the grimace he made, and then he too had to run to get to his biology meeting on time. He had a hard time paying attention to the teacher that afternoon, as his thoughts were pre-occupied with the coming evening. He knew that he should study with finals coming the following week, and he was really only interested in getting through the exams so he could take off for home and vacation. His letter from his mother about the boating trip sounded great, and he really couldn't wait to get going on the trip. Anything was a welcome change from the drudgery of the boarding school, and the more he thought about it, the less likely any real fun at the party that night seemed possible. Tom was ninety percent full of bull, as far as Paul was concerned, and he had little reason to believe half of the things he was told that afternoon. In fact it was entirely possible that Tom was only telling him the whole story in order to get the cab ride into town. Then too, there was always the slim possibility that it was all true, and Paul became excited as evening drew near.
It might just happen, after all the unsuccessful times with the girls from the dancing school, that he would really have the chance to make it. By the time dinner was served in the dining hall, Paul was beginning to think he would cry from the tension of waiting to go, but he knew they were all dogs. He ate little of the meal, as was typical of all the boys on any Friday night, but that night, he had even better reason than the lousy food. His stomach was turning around from the tension of waiting to go, but he knew that there was no point in rushing out of the school grounds when he had to give Tom time to sneak off campus. Leaving the grounds was relatively easy on most Friday nights, as so few of the boys were restricted most weekends. But with the final exam rules in force, the majority of the students were required to stay on the grounds, which meant that the honor patrol was out in force. These were the students that didn't mind finking on other students, and they like everyone else knew the best way to sneak off campus was through the woods. Paul was sure that Tom would not have an easy time of it, and he found himself wishing that he could help "spring" him. That way at least he would be assured of getting to the party.
Leaving the dining hall after only pushing his dinner from one side of the plate to the other, Paul went to his dorm room to shower and change. He moved quickly, his impatience getting the better of him, and it took ten minutes before he was dressed and ready to go. He checked his appearance in the large door mirror, pleased that he looked much older than his actual sixteen years. He was big for his age standing a full six feet tall and broad shouldered. His dark hair was wavy and a little long, and contrasted with his tanned complexion to help give him his rugged look. He was extremely handsome, and wouldn't have any trouble attracting the opposite sex, if only there were any of them around!
He walked up to the main building where the sign out sheet was kept, and he felt angered at seeing a large number of younger students heading out towards the woods. He knew they were looking out for "escapees", and he had visions of them catching up with Tom. The worst part of that would be the fare he'd be stuck with from keeping the cab driver waiting for Tom to show. The thought of it made him angry, so he took his time signing out, even pausing to look through a magazine before he finally called for a cab.
He wanted to be damn sure Tom had time to get off the campus, as he'd decided not to wait in the cab if Tom wasn't waiting down the road. He was even more disturbed when the taxi showed up in only five minutes. Usually when he and some of his classmates were in a hurry to get into town to see a movie, the cabs took at least fifteen minutes to get to the school, but that night when he wanted to waste time, the cab arrived immediately.
Paul was beginning to think he should have said "no" to Tom and left it at that. The cab had driven only a hundred yards down the road when Paul spotted Tom standing just off the shoulderP He told the driver to pull over and pick him up, and in a second, his friend was sliding into the seat next to him.
"Christ! What took you so damn long! I've been waiting for a damn hour!" Tom yelled as he settled back in the seat. Paul had to look at his face to see that he was serious.
"Didn't think you'd make it out so fast. The honors were swarming.all over the place. How'd you make it?" Paul was really surprised he'd made it out at all, but after he'd asked the question, he thought better of it. He knew he was asking for a long explanation.
"Shit, man! Easy! I always just walk out through the main gate! The honors are too stupid to think of that one!" Tom answered, and he began to laugh openly.
Paul discovered a new respect for his party companion, and he joined him in the laughter. It was a great relief to be able to relax on the drive into Scarsdale, though both of them would admit their laughter was covering nervousness.
With severe questioning, Paul was able to discover that Tom knew little more than he'd already told about the party, so in some ways it was a relief to know they were both going in blind.
He learned that Tom's cousin was from his father's side of the family, and apparently Tom knew little about his cousin as well. He told Paul that he never would have met his cousin if he hadn't just happened to live near the school, and Paul didn't know whether to be nervous or relieved to discover that Tom had only seen him once before that night.
"How the hell old is he?" Paul questioned, and he was a bit startled by Tom's apparent lack of knowledge when it came to his family history.
"His twenties, I guess! Hell, I don't know, man! He's just a guy, that's all! Who the fuck cares if he helps in getting us laid?"
Paul was somewhat surprised by the size of the apartment compelx where the driver lef them, and he again found himself getting angry with Tom when he asked which aparment.
"I don't know, man! He never told me."
"Well, what's his name, damnit! There must be a directory or mailboxes in this joint!"
"Gary something!"
"You mean you don't even know his last name?" Paul yelled incredulously.
"He's a cousin on my father's side! I told you that already! Tom answered, indignant over Paul's challenging look.
"Great! So how do we find this so called party?
And another thing, speaking of this party ... Since you don't even know your cousin's last name, how is it you know so much about his "famous" parties. Ballin' n boozin'! Ha!" Paul was really getting madder by the moment as he. thought about all the things Tom had told him. He was really feeling disappointed as he'd felt so close to actually getting with a chick.
"Well, I admit some of it was hearsay, but I happen to believe it all! Come on, we can find the party by listening for the noise!" Tom stated, a hurt tone in his voice.
"O.K. damnit! We've come this far... Let's check the mailboxes for a Gary before we go wandering into the wrong place."
They both ran over the names that were still readable under a long row of bronze mailboxes, and after checking through for a second time, they finally settled on a Gary Connes in apartment 601. When they found that number, they hesitated at the door, listening for the sounds of a party. It was quiet, too quiet, but after a brief discussion, Tom decided to try it anyway.
"If it's the wrong place, maybe they'll know where another Gary lives in this joint!"
They both were startled when the door opened suddenly making a snapping noise from the chain that held it from opening further. Paul pushed
Tom toward the door, glad to let him do all the talking. It turned out it wasn't necessary, as someone spoke from the darkness of the apartment.
"Tom! I see you brought a friend. Good!"
The door closed again, then re-opened with the chain removed, and behind it was a tall, sloppily dressed man in his twenties. Paul strained a little to see beyond the man, and he caught glimpses of other people in the apartment milling around.
"Hi, Gary! Cousin Gary, ths is Paul Nelson!" Tom said in a newly confident tone. It was as if he'e discovered the mysteries of outer space.
"Yeah, howdy Paul. Come on in outta the cold ... into the cool!"
A riduculous statement, Paul thought, but as he walked into the apartment behind Tom, he understood what the man meant. The only light in the large, well furnished room was coming from a few exotic type candles placed strategically around. The room was three or four times larger than he would have guessed from the outside, as it turned into a large "L" with an expanse of balcony along the large part. It was certainly the largest living room in ah apartment that Paul had ever seen, and he figured it had to be at least fifty feet long. At the corner of the "L" was an open counter that served as a bar, and Gary led the two of them straight there. Paul was mosty interested in the supposed extra girls at the party, and he was very pleased to see several rather striking young women as he followed Gary to the bar. Yet, his eyes were not able to fully penetrate the darkness of the larger part of the room, and he was anxious to see what was going on there. It looked vaguely like a group of couples were stretched out on the floor, and the thought that Tom might have been right after all made his heart pound.
"Pour what you want, and feel free to mingle!" Gary said waving his hand over a vast collection of liquor bottles. Then he walked away from them, leaving them to fend for themselves.
"I get the impression he doesn't want to be bothered with us," Paul said in a low voice to Tom, but he was laughing under his breath as he spoke. He felt much better if he was untended in a place like that.
"I confess that I did sort of con him into inviting me here tonight," Tom said a little sheepisly.
It suddenly occurred to Paul that the "extra" girls might have been a fabrication too. "Don't tell me you made the whole thing up? Why did you need me to come?"
"No! I didn't make it up! There are supposed to be plenty of girls here! Christ, just look around!"
Tom replied defensively.
"Plenty of men too! That still doesn't answer my question, damnit!" Paul was really getting angry, and he was contemplating leaving right then.
"All right. Gary was afraid I'd get drunk or something, so he insisted I bring someone else from the school in case I needed help getting back. .. Some cousin, he wouldn't take the trouble himself!"
"Damn!"
"Come on Paul! The party looks great from here. There's nothing to stop us from scoring something! Have a drink, the booze is free anyway," Tom whispered. He was acting like nothing was different, and in some ways nothing was. His earlier description of his cousin had been uncannily accurate, even though he didn't know it at the time.
Paul looked over the collection of liquor, then not knowing what was what, he picked up the nearest bottle of scotch. Putting some ice-cubes into a large tumbler, he filled the glass with straight scotch, then turned and walked into the larger half of the room leaving Tom standing by the bar.
He was angry with the while setup, as he didn't like going anywhere under false pretenses, even if things happened to be pretty much as they'd been described. His eyes had become somewhat adjusted to the darkened room, and without looking to the side, he headed straight out onto the-balcony through an open glass door. He wasn't surprised to see the balcony deserted, and he was in fact relieved that he could be alone for a few minutes. He wanted to think things out before leaving the party. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to listen to anything Tom had to say again.
It was almost summer, but the night air was damp, and a low fog was hanging over the city. It was thick enough to block out whatever view there was from the balcony, but Paul walked along its full length, counting his steps to help in his estimate to the living room length. If his stride was three feet long, he concluded that his original estimate was off by as much as ten feet. That room in the apartment was really big! He looked in toward the room where the drapes had been pulled apart. He was standing near the end of the balcony, and on the apartment side the windows ran the full length except at one place in the center. It was seeing that short expanse of wall that reminded Paul of having seen two fireplaces in the long room, and he leaned closer to the window to see if he had actually been correct. That would answer his question about the size of the apartment, as he would then be sure that it was two places opened out into one. He was looking to spot fireplaces, but what he saw through the window in the dull light of the room was more than he'd expected.
"God damn?" Paul exclaimed out loud before he could stop himself. Just on the other side of the floor to ceiling window was a couple stretched out on the floor. They hadn't appeared out of the ordinary at first, but then Paul realized he was witnessing a very intimate act. A girl who's face he couldn't see for her long, blonde hair was kneeling over the prostrate shape of a boy. Her knees were straddling either side of the boy's head, and she was kneeling down over his body, her long hair dangling down in the area of his groin. It was the up and down movements of her head that told Paul what she was doing, and he also realized that the boy was pushing his fingers up into the young girl's open pussy. Her short skirt kept shifting up over her firmly rounded young ass-cheeks as she become more and more absorbed in her work, and in only a split second that seemed a century, he saw the naked flesh of the girl's behind!
Stepping back from the window, Paul took a large gulp from his glass, the hot searing liquid almost making him choke as it burned it's way down his nervously constricted throat. He felt terribly guilty for having looked into the window although he had no idea he would be looking in on such a lewd sex scene. He could feel his temples pounding with his racing blood as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. The girl was sucking the boy's cock with her mouth, there was no doubt about it, and at the same time, the guy was playing his fingers around inside the girl's cunt! They were performing a "sixty-nine" on each other!
The temptation was too great to resist, even though he knew it was wrong to spy' on other people, but Paul reasoned that they were doing it in public anyway, so why shouldn't he look? The thought of watching a girl sucking another boy off was enough to make his own cock tingle with excitement, and he took another large sip of his scotch as he felt the erection slowly starting in his pants. Making a quick check on the balcony to be sure that he was still alone, Paul again moved toward the window, trying to act like he was looking in for a perfectly innocent reason.
He told himself that he was looking for the fireplace again, and when he was close enough to see the couple, he was relieved to discover that they were still completely engrossed in their sexual act. They were far too busy to notice him looking in through the window, so he stayed glued to'the spot, his eyes straining to see in the semi-darkness. The girl's long, blonde hair was pushed back out of the way now. and it was possible to see her lewd sucking motions clearly. She had one hand wrapped tightly around the thick base of the boy's erectly standing cock which protruded from his open fly. She was pumping with her hand while her head bobbed up and down, taking nearly three quarters of the length into her widely ovaled lips. Her eyes were open and glazed with lust as she sucked and licked at the huge column of flesh protruding from her mouth. Paul was amazed that she was capable of taking such great length into her mouth, and he was sure the throbbing male cock was thrusting too deeply into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed and filled-out as her head worked teasingly up and down, and the blood-filled cock was left with white, bloodless streaks where her teeth had forced the blood away from the surface. Her lips were rolling in and out leaving slight traces of lipstick as she worked with greater and greater intensity, pulling and sucking at the lust stiffened cock like it contained some delicious honeyed nectar that she desperately had to suck from it.
Paul could almost feel her warmly, clasping mouth around his own cock, and he had to shift his gaze to the girl's sensuously grinding buttocks to keep from going out of his mind. The sight of the round firm globes above the guy's face was no less erotic, as he had raised his mouth up between the smooth white thighs, his tongue flicking out at the pinkly glistening, valley of the girl's soft, hair-lined pussy. Her clitoris was erect and throbbing with sexual excitement as the boy's tongue lashed across it again and again. The hair-lined slit of her cunt was held slightly apart by his fingers, and the tight, moistly clenching opening was completely visible to Paul's widely bulging eyes. The boy was assaulting the girl with his wetly swirling tongue, probing in and out of the tiny, visibly throbbing little hole in an animalistic rhythm of lust. With his other hand, the man had the smooth white crevice of her firm young ass-cheeks spread apart, and Paul shuddered as he watched the boy push his finger against the tiny, brownish-pink opening of the girl's anus.
At first, the man was only teasing at the tightly puckered little opening, but then as if suddenly angered by something, he ground his finger hard up into the elasticaiiy yielding entrance, nearly half the length of his digit disappearing into the painfully stretching depths of the girl's rectum. Paul was certain he could hear the girl moan soulfully around the pistoning cock locked tightly in her mouth from the pain she had to feel, but when he glanced over at the girl's face, he was startled to see that she was sucking on its pulsing hardness with even greater urgency.
She was like nothing he'd ever seen before in his life, her entire body a sensual mass of sexual pleaure twisting and churning lasciviously over the horizontally lying boy. Their mutual pleasure seemed to increase ten-fold with each passing second as they performed their lewd oral fucking just a few feet away from him.
Paul was totally absorbed by the sensual image before him, and the lewd connection of the two people making his blood swirl wildly through his body, igniting a lust he had never before known. His cock ached to be set free from his confining pants, and he wanted to go right through the window to join the couple in their bizarre sexual dance. It took all of his strength to just keep on his feet or he would have pulled his cock out of his pants and masturbated right there on the balcony.
"Whatever you're looking at must be -terribly interesting!"
The soft, feminine voice from behind him was like a shot in the back, and Paul had to think quick to keep from jumping straight up when he heard it. His mind was whirling as he tried to decipher the words he'd heard, and after a split second, he straightened up, turning slowly-toward the source of the voice. He did it slowly to keep the view through the window blocked, as he knew whoever was there on the balcony with him, was nobody he knew. As he turned, he saw a young girl leaning back against the balcony railing, and in the mist of the low fog, she looked like a vision from another world.
"I'm sorry," Paul said slowly, trying to regain his usual manner. "Were you speaking to me?" She was beautiful, and he was sure that his composure was finished the moment he looked into her eyes.
"You're the only other person out here."
For a moment Paul thought it was all in his imagination, but when he saw the girl's eyes moving over his body as if to inspect him, he was glad for the darkness. He knew the lump in his pants had to be plainly visible under normal lighting conditions, and he hoped that the girl wouldn't notice it there on the balcony. Something about her made him want to say everything just right.
"Yes, I guess I am .. . But, where did you come from?" He studied her appearance, wanting to convince himself that she was actually a real person. Her hair was long and full, like great golden strands cascading down around a beautiful oval face. Even in the darkness he could see that it was blonde in color, and the contrast it created with her smooth white skin made her all the lovelier to look at. Her figure was perfect, an hour-glass shape that was accented in a pure, yet sensual manner by her stance. There was no doubting that every part of her body was real, a collection of womanly flesh so perfect, that he wanted to go and touch it. When she spoke, her voice semed to drift across the space between them like gentle waves silently lapping at the shore.
"Here ... This party .. . This world," she answered, her pleasant smile like an indication that she was reading his mind. "My name is Marcia . . ."
Paul was suddenly reminded of the couple on the other side of the window, and he moved toward the girl, feeling that he had to protect her from such lewd and indecent an act. He was sure that she would never understand such barbaric behavior in love-making.
"Then you are real," Paul said in his low voice. He approached her until he was just a few feet from where she stood. "My name is Paul Nelson. What a wonderful pleasure to meet you here."
Marcia only smiled in. answer to his compliment, then she motioned behind him with her eyes, as if to ask again about his curiosity. She knew that it would be the one thing to put him on edge.
Without turning around Paul stared straight at her, convinced that he had to cover both his, and the couples indiscretions. "I've never seen such a large living room in an apartment before. I've concluded that the presence of two fireplaces indicates the removal of a wall. This had to be two apartments to begin with!" Paul spoke as if lecturing on the subject of investigations, and in spite of his rattled state, he sounded quite convincing. "That's the extent of my involvement with this party . . . This far!" he added with a wink. He couldn't help thinking about having this voluptuous young girl, Marcia's mouth around his cock, just like the girl inside was doing to the man. His cock was still erect, and he hoped it wasn't too obvious. Holding up his glass, he rattled the ice-cubes against the sides. "Mine's empty . . . can I fix you a drink?" He hoped a change of subject would make her forget about the window.
Marcia smiled knowingly, then moved closer to him, until her body was almost touching his. "There's going to be a movie inside ... If we hurry we can get a comfortable seat," she said, and taking his arm, she half led, half followed him to the sliding door.
Not sure what to think about" the sudden closeness of the sexy girl, Paul went along with her, but he was disgusted about the idea of seeing home movies. He was more interested in looking at her. They walked first back to the bar where Paul mixed up two large drinks, then hurrying at Marcia's insistence, they moved into the large living room toward the far wall.
Paul was afriad of coming upon the couple he'd watched through the window from the balcony, but he was surprised to discover that several couples were lounging around in the darkness, many of them in close contact with one another, yet none that he noticed were actually engaged in sex. Some were talking in low whispering voices, while the others seemed to be drinking and smoking, and nothing more. There was a lot of smoke in the room, but it had a sweet scent that he found not at all unpleasant. Just breathing made him feel light-headed, and he followed Marcia to a place she designated as a comfortable viewing spot, as if in a daze. He was pleased to find that the spot she'd selected was at the side of the large room, away from most of the other people. There was a large round lounging sofa with high padded sides encircling half of it, and she casually sat down on it, motioning for him to join her there.
"You said comfortable, and I see you meant it," he stated as he stretched out on the lounging sofa next to her. "All we need now is the popcorn!"
Marcia stretched out on her side so that she was facing him, and she held up her drink like a sign. "We have this, and a cozy spot... Isn't that enough?" she questioned in a low, sexy voice.
He took a quick sip of his drink as his heart began to pound wildly. It was too good to be true! She was so sexy and friendly, it almost seemed as if she was propositioning him. God damn, maybe she was! On the balcony it had seemed like she knew what he was watching through the window. Maybe she had come out there on purpose, just to get alone with him? He wanted to believe that, but he thought he'd better play it cool. Otherwise, he risked the possibility of blowing the whole scene with the beautiful young thing.
"I could get along without this," he announced holding up the drink, as if to imply that she was enough to make him happy. Then he took another long sip of the liquor, waiting for the heated high that would help maintain his courage. "Same goes for the movie!"
"Oh? I think you might like it!" she replied.
"Have you seen it before?"
"Yes, it's one of Gary's favorites. He runs it at most of his parties." She moved closer to him, her expression a cat-like, grin, and he was sure she knew something that he too would like to know. Suddenly she put her mouth close to his ear and twisted her body so that her full rounded breasts were pressing into his side. He could feel the hardened nipples right through the material of her sweater, and her scent was like an aphrodisiac when the faint lilac smell reached his nostrils. He was sure she wasn't wearing any bra under her sweater, and he thought of how her firm young breasts might look naked, when her breathy voice tickled sensually at his ear. "It turns me onnnnnn!" she whispered. "Really turns me on!"
She moved back then, almost as if to say she wasn't ready yet, but Paul was still unscrambling the whirling thoughts in his mind, and he hardly noticed. For a moment he thought he'd heard her wrong, but then he was convinced that she said it turned her on. What kind of a movie would do that, he wondered? And, if she was turned on, did that mean. . . ?
He was about to pursue the subject further, and he turned to face Marcia when he heard someone from the far end of the room announce the film was about to begin. Several people began to shift around to face a screen that was set up about ten feet from where he and Marcia were stretched out. It struck him as being odd that so many of the party-goers were interested in a movie, and it was only then that Paul began to put it all together in his mind.
"Did I compliment you on your choice of seats:" he asked her jokingly. Her face was not more than a foot away from his, and he wanted more than anything else to lean toward her and kiss her full, lipstick reddened lips, but she put her finger up to her mouth, then motioned toward the screen.
"Ssshhhh! In a minute . . . After the movie's started!" she said cryptically.
It was as if she was reading his mind, he thought, but he looked toward the screen, anticipating some great revelation. He wasn't really sure what it was she was promising him, but her looks and actions told him that he wouldn't be disappointed that evening.
Chapter Four
After initial flickering of light on the screen, there was a brief moment of blackness with hissing noises from the sound track. Then a picture faded in of the face of a beautiful brunette girlin full color. The girl's eyelids were blinking several times as her eyes shifted back and forth rapidly. The camera angle changed to reveal a book held up in front of the girl's face. The shot was so close in that only her face and the book were visible on the scree. Her pink tongue was licking across her lips as she read, and there was the faintest motion, indicating that parts of her body off the screen were moving. Again the camera angle changed to another close-up of the girl's pretty face, and her eyes seemed to-be glazed over as they darted over the page in the book. Paul began to wonder what it was he was watching, and he concluded it was some avantgarde film that was only supposed to be great. It seemed to him that it would endlessly stay with the girl's face, and he was beginning to squirm on the lounge when the picture suddenly changed, and his heart leaped into his throat.
The girl was on a large bed, and when the camera suddenly pulled back, it revealed that she was completely naked. Her firm white breasts were starkly white, the nipples a dark, brownish color against the gold of the aureoles. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with excitement, and it was obvious what she was reading had aroused her. As the camera continued pulling back, her smooth, flat stomach came into view, and it curved down to her pubic area covered with a silky raven-black triangle of curling little hairs that matched the color of her long tresses which framed her beautiful face. Her legs were parted slightly, just enough so that the camera was able to pick up the glistening folds of her pussy lips and a hint of her youthful clitoris.
Her cream-white buttocks were ratating slightly on the bed as she massaged one of her creamy tits in small circles, thumb and forefinger squeezing the nipple until it became harder. She was still reading the book when her free hand began to slowly move down over her belly toward the silky patch of her pubic hair.
Her fingers were like pointers as she brushed them over the tips of the glistening fuzz, teasing herself by momentarily jumping over her perfectly formed thighs, then back toward the damp furrow, and her pulsating clit. Suddenly, she dropped the book onto the bed, her other hand moving quickly to join the first between her jack-nifmg legs, and the camera zeroed in on the moist, hair-lined slit.
Her fingers spread the lips apart until the wet pinkness between was clearly visible, and with her extended middle finger, she began to stroke the erect, bud-like clitoris.
Her sensuous movements increased as her probing finger worked itself into the pink edges of her cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her middle finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips as she drew her legs back to her full rounded tits, and the soft rounded ass-cheeks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. Her facial muscles tightenes as she joined another finger with the first, and clenching her teeth, pushed both into the hungry pink fold. They disappeared with a soft sucking noice, and the girl purred with sexual pleasure. He had never seen anything like it before, and the sight of the girl in the movie made his cock instantly harden. He wasn't sure how to react with Marcia stretched out next to him on the lounge, and he was afraid to look at her face, sure that he would blush with excitement. She was real and so close, he wanted desperately to grab her sensual body and play with her cunt like the girl in the film was doing to herself. It was ghen that he remembered Marcia's comment about waiting until the film started, and he chanced looking at her face to see if she had meant that he could fuck her.
She was hardly paying attention to the fact that he was lying next to her on the lounge, as her eyes were fixed on the screen, and her hands were lingering over her breasts as if she was about to do to herself exactly what the girl in the movie was doing. Paul knew then that for the first time in his life he would have the opportunity to fuck a girl, and a really beautiful girl at that!
The girl had become possessed with raw lust, as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. She pumped hard and fast, her fingers sliding in and out of her wide spread cunt almost too fast to see, and she clenched and unclenched her buttocks as she strained up against her probing digits.
The steadily increasing rhythm drove rapid grunts of pleasure from deep within her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening making sucking sounds as she withdrew them to drive inside again. She rolled her head from side to side, her hair flying like a spreading fan, and it was apparent that she was desperate for some kind of release. Sudenly the girl froze, and the camera pulled back to reveal a huge German Shaperd dog at the foot of the bed.
The girl's eyes were wide with terror as the dog leaped onto the bed between her wide spread thighs, and she reacted automatically, starting to roll off the bed away from the menacing animal. But, a loud bark followed by a horrible rumbling growl made her freeze again. She remained immobilized in the position of masturbation with her thighs spread, and her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the dog hovered over her naked body, his panting head hardly inches above her defenseless, upturned loins.
God, damn, Paul thought as he saw the dog in the film sniffing at the girl's moistly open little cunt. It was really something, and he was curious about the other people in the room and how they were reacting. Raising his head up so that he could see over the back rest of the lounge, he was less surprised than earlier to see several couples in various stages of sexual play.
One group made him do a double-take as he saw a girl sucking one man's cock, while another man was fucking the girl dog-style from behind. The guy fucking her was Tom! With all that had happened, Paul had almost forgotten about his friend from school, the guy responsible for his being at the party, but seeing him making out, openly shoving his cock in a wildly squirming girl's cunt, made Paul also feel a tinge of jealously. He wanted to get laid too, and he had a really sharp chick named Marcia lying down on the lounge right next to him. He had to have her no matter what!
"I want to fuck you, Marcia," Paul heard himself say in a low voice. He had been so engrossed in the movie and the other people in the room, he'd hardly noticed that Marcia was squirming with passion beside him. Her hands were running wildly over her body, and when she spoke, she shifted them to his body as if continuing toward the same purpose.
"Yes, Paul. I want your cock in my cunt! I'm burning up!" She moved her hand to his groin as she spoke, deftly pulling the zipper of his fly down, then slipping her finger inside his pants. The contact of her fingers on his erect cock sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, and she had to pull with effort to get his long member through the narrow opening of his pants. "Ohhhh! It's so biggggggg!" she exclaimed with satisfaction. She wrapped her hand around the thickness of his throbbing cock, stroking it with expert skill to make it even larger.
His balls felt like they would burst from the sensational pressure of his cum, and he reached out for Marcia, wanting to fuck her- quickly. He grabbed her sweater, lifting it up to expose her proud, naked tits to his gaze, as he's been right about her not wearing a bra. The nipples stood erect, like pink buttons of pleasure, and he caressed them with his fingers, bringing tiny squeals of delight from her lips.
"My cunt, Paul. Reach up under my dress and play with my cunt!" she hissed, wiggling closer to him. Her words slammed through his brain like sizzling jolts of sexual fantasy as he did her bidding and reached under her skirt to pull off her panties.
"Yes, yes! I want to fuck you! Yes!" he groaned, his cock more rigid than he thought possible. She lifted her smoothly rounded young buttocks off the lounge to make the removal of her thin white panties easier for him, and he hurriedly pushed the nylon fabric down her long, beautifully tapered legs, anxious to return his hand to the warm space between her white thighs.
Without taking her eys off of the screen, she spread her legs apart the moment her panties slipped from her feet, and Paul moved his hand quickly up, lifting her skirt to expose her pussy to his gaze. The sparse covering of solftly curling pubic hair hardly covered the already moist slit of her cunt, and he immediately wormed his finger into the softly giving lips finding the hardened tip of her clitoris erect and waiting for him. Excited by the sight of her nakedly exposed cunt, he ran his finger over the soft, excitedly pulsating folds like the girl in the film had been doing to herself, and finding the tight little opening to her cuntal passage hidden in the softly curling pussy hair, he slowly, teasingly, worked his middle finger up inside the wetly trembling flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh!" she moaned, squeezing his rapidly hardening cock tighter. Feeling the warmth of her cuntal passage around his finger excited him even more, and he looked at her face for a sign of her rising passion. She was staring at the movie still, and he turned to see what it was that fascinated her so much.
The huge German shepherd had begun to lick his wetly lolling tongue over the narrow pink slit of the girl's cunt, and the fear in the girl's eyes had turned to passion. She was helplessly giving in to the bestial assault as his sharp tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's wide-spread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep up inside her well lubricated passage. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the giant dog, her arousal becoming more and more intense. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her writhing, upturned buttocks.
Then, the dog lifted his head from the panting girl's crotch to nose her over onto her stomach. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped at her pussy. She rolled over until her quivering body was face down and spread eagled on the bed, and the dog lowered his head again, his sharp tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks. She twisted the twin cheeks back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the ivory globes and give full access to her tiny, brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment, causing her to groan with a passion that signalled the inevitable consequences.
The German shepherd pushed his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's ass up into the air. What he wanted was obvious, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her wide-spread buttocks, bending before the huge panting animal in abject surrender.
She was on all fours and the dog mounted the nakedly upraised globes of her buttocks, forelegs on her back. The glistening, scarlet cock slipped fomr its huge sheath, dripping. The smooth point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and thick shaft into her body.
Thrusting blindly, the thin point slid unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, hair-covered crevice to rub against her clitoris, and the girl shifted her expectantly trembling buttocks to try and capture the lengthening shaft. The hot scarlet of his jabbing cock contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them. She reached back out of frustration, grasping the slippery organ and placing the point of it against her pink slit, and the dog' thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider apart.
The movie seemed to completely dominate Marcia's mind, as she groaned in helpless empathy with the girl on the screen. Paul had finger-fucked her about as long as he could stand, as he had to get his aching, cum filled cock up into her hot little belly. She had stroked him until he thought he would cum right then, and he was relieved when she suddenly sat up on the lounge, pulling his fingers from her warmly working cunt with a soft wet sucking sound.
"Now, Paul! You can fuck me now while we watch the dog do it to the girl!" she moaned. Before he could move, she knelt down over his loins, one knee straddling either side of his hips, and she did it without letting go of his now excruciatingly throbbing prick. He was on his back, turned half away from the screen, so she only had to look to her left to keep her eyes on the movie.
"Yes, yes! Fuck you now!" Paul groaned, as he raised his head up off of the lounge. The purple tip of his lust-swollen cock was pointed directly at the soft golden curls of her pubic hair-covered slit, and she lowered her body until the smooth rubbery head made naked contact with her warm, moist cunt. The contact sent a rush of desire through his veins, and he had to fight to keep from shooting him cum up between her legs right then and there.
He had never expected it to be so purely sensual, what with the movie, and the other couples all around him in various forms of sexual positons, his first time was proving to be way beyond his wildest dreams. Using his cockhead as a guide, the young kneeling girl slid it back and forth in her passion soaked slit, spreading the lips of her cunt until the head of his cock was throbbing directly under the hotly waiting hole of her pussy.
Paul stared in awe as she slowly lowered her body, and the pink, moist flanges of her cunt rolling out to let his cock slip slowly up inside her steaming passage. She was tight, warm and wet, and her pussy seemed to grasp greedily at his blood-filled cock as it pushed wide the walls of her passion slickened pussy passage. Inch by inch, his fleshy, desire-hardened fleshy rod was sucked up inside her fiery young cunt as she tantalizingly ground herself down onto his throbbing cock. He could feel the smooth wet walls parting before the thickness of his blood-engorged head, only to again clench tightly around the pounding trembling little belly. Her white, shapely thighs held him down, or he would have thrust upwards to jam his full length into her quickly. She was skewering herself down on his cock so slowly, he thought he'd go insane with excitement, but then sudenly, the young girl spread her knees apart, her loins crashing down over his cock to take the whole of his cock far up inside her burning womb.
"U-ugghh! Oohhhhhhhhh!" she grunted as his cock struck her cervix, deep inside her cunt. She stayed down on his full length for a moment, adjusting to his size, and he flexed his cockhead several times, making her groan. He was fascinated by the sight of her soft curling pubic hair pressed flat against and entangled with his own, but he shifted his gaze to the screen when a loud scream, not unlike the one Marcia had just made, came over the sound track.
The girl screamed a sign of relief as she moved backward to meet the animal-like humps of the panting dog. The forelegs trapped her waist as she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in tiny lewd circles, and she abandoned herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. The dog's jerking scarlett cock slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt in the squirming young gitl's hotly grasping hole. The girl was looking back toward the camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was strained with rapture from the wild, animal fuck the German shepherd was giving her, and her large, creamy tits danced tautly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot column of glistening flesh burying itself in her burning cunt.
The tight fleshy sheath around his cock was sensationally smooth as Marcia raised herself up. She moved slowly, her buttocks rising in the air above Paul until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her naked pussy. Then groaning loudly, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely. She began a slow grinding motion then, fucking teasingly up arid down, her hips gyrating in tiny, hardly perceptible circles as she made each long smooth stroke.
Paul had to grind his teeth together to keep from groaning out his lust, as the pressure in his balls had become unbearable. He knew he couldn't last long, there were too many lewd and sensual sights around him to think about anything else but sex. Marcia was bouncing up and down on his aching cock in a faster and faster tempo, and he realized she was keeping pace with the girl in the film. It was like she was experiencing the huge dog's cock too, as her expression was one of animalistic lust, almost unreal it was so intense. His cock sank deep inside her belly as she gound the softness of her buttocks lewdly around on top of him, and he felt her greedily clasping cunt rippling along the full length of his painfully throbbing cock.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Paul groaned as he felt the nearing climax consuming his entire being. It was too fantastic to be real! She was grinding her ass,, down on his now moistly glistening young cock with wild abandon, the great pole of flesh disappearing and reappearing with a lewd, wet fucking sound as she bounced over his groin. God, it was beautiful, so very beautiful!
The girl's body swayed obscenely as she bent before the now desperately humping German shepherd. She was completely out of her mind, shouting lewd encouragements through passion clenched teeth to the dumb beast. She begged him to fuck her harder and faster, and she ground her buttocks back in her low, mewling plea for his hot, animal sperm to shoot hotly up into her open cunt.
She was no longer sane, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by the panting dog, and arched her ass-cheeks back against his hairy jerking body like another bitch beneath him.
The camera moved in close as tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's voraciously rotating buttocks. The glistening drops were dripping slowly down the girl's's inner thighs like a sign of her mounting orgasm. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, all around him and in so many places. He heard loud grunts from somewhere in the room that sounded vaguely like Tom, and he was reminded of the lewd position of the girl Tom had been fucking. She was trapped between two cocks, one fucking in her mouth, while the other fucked her cunt from behind. He wanted to see it, imagining the girl writhing and twisting helplessly between the two boys as cum pumped into her throat and belly at the same time, but then, there was the movie too, and the best part of all, Marcia! Paul realized that his cock was coated with a white liquid icing that was continually applied by the wetly seeping walls of her cunt as she cucked wildly up and down on his long rigid pole. Her head was still turned toward the screen but her eyes seemed to be staring at nothing, as if she was seeing an even more erotic image in her mind. Her sensual mouth was open, her pink little tongue darting in and out ot wet her red lips like another instrument of sex. He could imagine how her mouth would feel around his cock, and he made a mental note to try and get her to suck him next.
In the flickering light of the movie, her whole body seemed to move with the same strobing rhythm, he became completely entranced with her image alone, and he almost forgot that there was even a movie going on. Instead he reached down to grip her firm young thighs, he would spread the round little cheeks of her ass apart to drive his finger deep up inside her tiny, rhythmically flexing asshole.
The young girl on the screen let out a low throaty scream as she twisted her head from side to side, her long hair churning on the mattress wildly. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her butocks greedily back against the dog's huge thrusting scarlet cock like a wild-cat gone insane. Suddenly she screamed again, ramming back against the dog quickly as he too jerked forward, and his cock began hosing out his animal sperm in great gushing bursts deep in her vagina. The girl's hotly grinding buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic unheaval deep in her quivering belly. Her tight little cunt squeezed desperately at the still cumming prick of the dog as thick white liquid oozed from her loins, and thin trails of the sticky white ran down the smooth white backs of her thighs. Her buttocks glistened in the sharp forcused image, displaying sperm soaked pubic hairs and flooded pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, seemingly unconscious. The quickly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her animal fucked cuntal passage with a lewd wet sucking noise that echoed from the sound track. The girl was spread-eagled on the bed, and the dog wagged his tail in obvious appreciation, as white oozing liquid still trickled obscenely from her softly quivering cunt. The dog barked and wagged his tail in triumph as the film faded out. v "oohhh! Ooohhhh! Uuuuggghhh!" Marcia groaned as Paul suddenly reached up around her grinding buttocks, and having found his target quickly, he wormed his fi ger slowly up inside the tight fleshy ring of her soft, rubbery anus. "Ooohh, God, Yes! Ooh fuck! My asshole! Oooooouuuuuu! Yeeeeesssss!"
It was as if he had pulled the trigger releasing her orgasm, as her cunt suddenly contracted around his hotly plunging cock, and she sank down, taking it as deep as was physically possible in her belly. She flung her head back, her long blonde hair like a great flame shooting up into the air as her whole body shook and trembled violently with her orgasm. Great ecstatic spasms seemed to roll from her belly, down her rippling cunt to his own sperm-bloated balls as she creamed out her climax.
"Uuuuuummmmmppppphhhhhh! Now! Fuckkkkkk it hard, darling! I'mmmmmmmmmcccccccccuuuuum-mmmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggggg!"
The fevered heights of lust had been reached quickly, and Paul groaned too as he felt his boiling sperm make the long, head-long dash from his balls up into the length of his cock to splash out the blood-thickened tip of his cock. It fired with such intensity, he thought if he hadn't been holding her down on his groin she would have been slammed back up the length of his cock. His finger was buried to the second knuckle in her hotly clasped little rectum, and he could feel with his finger in her rectum the insanely continuing jerks of his cock as it shot out his cum again and again through the thin membrane separating the two passages. Each blast of his sperm made her moan in ecstatic response as their combined orgasmic juices swirled deep down in her belly, then rippled down her hungrily contracting little cunt to spill out with heated gushes over his exploding groin. The white liquid matted down his pubic hair and covered his balls before dropping stickily down to the cushions below.
Their rolling climax lasted for what seemed an eternity. Marcia squealing and mewing as her cunt milked ever more thirstily at the still slightly jerking column of flesh shoved deep inside her belly. Finally, she fell sideways, and his still hardened cock pulled noisily from her satiated passage, thin, tiny threads of their mutual cum still clinging web-like to her sperm-drenched pubic mound.
In a few moments, Paul caught his breath, and he rolled to face the voluptuously panting young girl beside him. It had been fantastic, but he was still ready for more. Her cum filled little pussy was still pulsating from the wild fucking she had just received, but he fixed his gaze on her lipstick rimmed lips, intent on knowing the pleasures her mouthfucking could bring him. When her breathing slowed, he guided her head down over his loins, and as thoush it had been rehearsed a thousand times before, her lips ovaled widely and he could feel the again hardening head of his cock, still wet from her vaginal juices being sucked eagerly up into the warm moist haven of her mouth. At the same time, someome else moved up behind the slavishly kneeling girl and joined them on the v lounge, slipping his, as yet, unemptied cock up into her again hungrily quivering pussy and it wasn't long before she was desperately gulping down hot male sperm while her cunt was again filled from behind with hot sizzling liquid semen.
Paul lost track of time after that, as he found himself in several different groups of action. It was nearing dawn when he and Tom left the party, and they had become so confused and tired that both had forgotten to cal a taxi. They ended up walking for several blocks before finding a phone, and then waited ten minutes for the cab to pick them up. By the time the cab dropped them off near the school it was almost light out, and they were both grateful for the early morning fog that provided cover for the task of sneaking back on campus.
Chapter Five
Paul had changed so much in such a short time, it astounded Barbara. He had almost stopped being a boy, and instead had become a virile and handsome young man. It almost didn't seem right to her that a sixteen year old boy should look mature and grown-up the way Paul almost did when he came home from school, but she knew that he was growing up fast, no matter how she felt. She had to put the notions running through her mind into proper perspective, she thought, as it was natural for her to see things differently when he had been away so much.
She guessed Cliff didn't notice it, but she was convinced that her son was not really enthusiastic about the boating trip on Lake Fuller. It was almost as if he had found something better to do with his time. Yet, she knew that questions would only put him on the defensive, so she merely talked up her own enthusiasm over the trip, and those feelings were real. She was overjoyed at the chance to spend time with Paul, and it was such a comforting thought to know that he would be around er all summer long.
"The last time we were up at Lake Fuller, you were just a little boy, Paul! Do you remember it? The lake is so beautiful. And all the pine trees ... and the mountains .. . I just love it there!" she said looking lovingly at her son in the back seat.
"I remember Dad taking me into the lake once, but that's all," he replied, sounding a little too disinterested. He felt that his parents had gone out of their way to make the boating trip special, but in spite of all the preparation, it was hard to get head-up about it.
"Well, I think you'll find a lot more things to do this time. You've changed quite a bit since then, you know." In more ways than she'd ever care to admit, she thought. "By the way, Paul. Your father and I are very proud of the way you're getting along in school. Your grades this year couldn't have been better!" She wanted to say more about it, but she sensed that her compliments embarrassed him.
"Thanks, Mom!" Christ, he'd been lucky to get through his finals at all, he thought. He'd amazed himself even, since he'd had such a difficult time concentrating on his exams that week. In fact he'd even goaded Tom into calling his cousin that week in the hopes of being invited to another party. He would have slipped away from the campus right in the middle of exams if it meant getting with another girl like Marcia! Fortunately for his grades, Tom's cousin Gary had been away that week, but it had left him more horny than he thought possible as a result. He sure hoped he could find something worthwhile at Lake. Fuller. He'd settle for just about any girl if he could get another hot. piece of ass like he'd just had.
When Cliff turned the car off the main highway onto the road leading to the Lake Fuller Marina, they all were silent as they looked out at the surroundings. It was hot, as they'd expected, but the mountain air and the towering pines against the deep blue sky made them feel comfortable in spite of the heat. Cliff drove down toward the pier, and they got their first glimpse of the lake sparkling gently in the brilliant sun-light. Seeing it made Paul feel much better about being there, especially when he saw several bikini clad girls down on the beach.
"Keep your eyes peeled for a boat named "Honey Two!" Cliff announced as he turned toward the pier. "That's the boat I reserved for us."
It was a nice houseboat with two cabins, a galley and the main cabin. It was large enough to give them some privacy from each other if they wanted it, although they had to put up awning to shield themselves from wandering boats. Paul and Cliff unloaded the car. While they were unloading the car, Barbara busied herself with getting the cooking gear and supplies in order. They had brought their own wood for the campfire if they decided to go ashore for dinner, as they knew from experience that the loose wood in the area would be thoroughly picked over, even that early in the summer. So when everything was pretty well arranged except for the unloading and stacking of the wood, Paul volunteered to handle the chore. He had only begun the task when Cliff came out of the boat already changed into his swimming suit.
"I'm going for a swim to cool off! Meet you in the water when you get through!" he announced to Paul as he headed for the lake.
"O.K. What's Mom doing?" Paul questioned after him.
"Fiddling around and organizing the galley .... Just like a woman, even on a boating trip!" he yelled back before running down to the beach.
Paul looked around the boat for the best place to stack the wood. He wanted to keep it out of the way. He decided to stack it on the leeward side of the boat. It was a convenient spot for the wood, and less work for him since he then didn't have to haul it any distance to get it ashore.
As he carried the wood from the trunk of the car to the boat, he worked quickly as he too was anxious to get into the like for a swim. It wasn't until he had carefully placed the last arm-load of wood on the pile that he realized he was right by one of the portholes that opened into the interior of the boat. He thought it was a good idea to open it to allow the air to move through the interior, as it could get pretty hot inside even with good ventilation. When he started to lift the small square window he heard a soft zipping sound, and it startled him so that he raised only a corner, very slowly. Putting his eye up close to the edge of the porthole, Paul peered into the darkened interior of the boat, and even before his eye compensated for the dark, he knew that he was spying on his mother.
She was in the process of changing her clothes, and not more than five feet away from where he peeked into the boat. Barbara stepped out of her dress and laid it on the cot next to her new bikini. She thought the swimsuit a little revealing, and she didn't know why she had picked that particular one out of so many. She had thought it made her look nice, which it did,' but she wasn't really sure who she wanted to look nice for. She had brought her old swimsuit along in case she didn't feel dating enough to wear the bikini outside of the boat, but since she was there alone, she wanted to try the new one on.
Her back was to him, and Paul knew that she was unaware of his presence. He didn't really have any great desire to see his mom undressed, but then seeing her so close by in her bra and panties only, somehow reminded him of that young girl, Marcia. He was curious as to how his mother compared and judging by the looks of her then, she compared very favorably. He'd had no idea she was so sexy, and instead of leaving, he stood where he was to watch her remove the rest of her garments.
She unfastened her bra first, and as she half turned to place it on the cot he saw the full firm mounds of her tits standing proudly out from her chest. They almost pointed up, and the pink little nipples on the tips looked like snow caps on two mountain peaks. Her long reddish-blonde hair hung forward over her shoulders as she leaned over to slip down her panties, and Paul flet his heart pounding as he shifted his gaze to her smooth, curvaceous ass. The twin cheeks were like two, softly ripened melons waiting to be squeezed, and the smooth white crevice that divided them was deep and mysteriously inviting. God! he thought in rapt wonder, his own mother was ten times more sensual than any girl he's seen at that party, he was convinced, and he found himself wishing that she would turn around so that he could get a look at her pubic hair and maybe, if it was thin enough, the tiny little lips of her pussy too! Her hips flared out smooth from her narrow waist, and he could see that her belly was flat and youthful.
He had never thought a woman of thirty-four could look so pure and sensual, but the living proof was standing not five feet away from him. Almost as if in answer to the thoughts he was having, she dropped her panties as she tried to lift them from her foot. She had to turn toward where Paul was viewing her through the tiny opening, and when she straightened up, placing the panties onto the cot, she remained facing him.
He had only a moment to satisfy his -desires, as she had picked up the bottom half of her new bikini to slip it on. But he saw clearly the silky smooth, triangle of soft reddish blonde pubic hair that curled out from between her thighs. It looked perfect nestled there at the base of her smooth white belly, and when she lifted one leg to slip her foot into the bikini, he got a glimpse of the pink, hair-lined pussy lips. The sight was so arousing to Paul that he felt a totally unexpected stirring of passion in his groin. Barbara's vagina looked even more exciting than Marcia's had when lowering onto his cock!
Sonofabitch, he thought moving away from the window. He was getting horny just thinking about sex and to top it off he was spying on his own mother! Moving quietly away from the porthole se as not to be discovered, he almost tripped over the pile of wood he stacked. Luckily, , he caught himself before falling and he hurried to his own cabin.
He'd left his suitcase there and he flooked around the outside of the boat to make sure no one was looking in, then quickly began to peel off his clothes. He slipped off his pants first figuring he could pull on his swim trunks before his mother came out of the cabin. His cock was half-hard, and he didn't know what he'd do if she saw him. As soon as he had his trunks on, Paul hurriedly took off his shirt,' and without saying anything to his mother, he walked away from the boat dock toward the beach. His heart didn't stop pounding until he was standing on the edge of the beach, and then he tried to put the whole incident out of his mind. The water looked so inviting and cool, he figured he'd go swimming immediately, but as he walked toward the edge of the lake, he stopped, seeing his father walking toward him. Cliff was coming out of the water from a swim, and walking alongside of him was a very attractive young girl.
For a moment, Paul thought it was just a coincidence that his father and the girl were walking side-by-side, but when Cliff saw him, he waved then said something to the girl. How about that, Paul thought as he approached his father, the old man picked up a girl for him!
"Hi!" Cliff said to his son, then seeing that he was staring at the girl beside him, he explained. "I just about swam into this cute little mermaid in the lake .. . Jessica, this is Paul!"
"Hi!"
"Hi!" Paul retorted. He squinted in the bright sunlight to be sure he was seeing straight. She was really beautiful, and he had to make a. conscious effort to keep from staring. Her long, blonde hair was soaking wet, and it hung straight down from the weight of the water. Her face was oval shaped with sharply defined features, and her skin was smooth and darkly tanned from the sun. She was wearing a white bikini that left little to the imagination about her body, but what was covered was obviously lithe and curvaceously ample. Her whole body looked as though it was made for nothing but sex!
"You took longer with the wood than I expected ... I was just about to head for the boat to see what was keeping you," Cliff said. Then he added, "Where's your mother?" , Paul nodded back toward the pier and shrugged his shoulders as if to indicate he knew nothing. He was hoping that he would have a chance to talk with Jessica, and he'd prefer if he did it alone. "Guess she's waiting for you there, Dad!" he said.
"Well then, I'd better go and see what's keeping her," he said smiling. He turned toward Jessica, making a little half bow. "Hope to see you around, Jessica!" and he walked up the beach toward the boat.
"Your father is very nice," Jessica said as she started walking toward a towel on the beach. Paul jumped to stay with her as he was almost caught flatfooted.
"Yeah, he is . .." he said, searching his brain for something to say that would get the subject on then. "Do you swim down here everyday?" He felt his question was stupid, but he was afraid she would ignore him if he didn't say something.
"Not everyday ... I work some afternoons," she replied, stretching out on the beach towel. The warm sun was already drying her smooth, well-tanned skin, and Paul glanced down at the juncture of her firm young thighs, imagining he could see right through the skimpy white material of her bikini. He was sure that the form of her pussy was shaped by the tight fabric, and he was reminded for the second time that day of fucking Marcia at the party.
"Work? You mean there's work to be had around here?" He was making small talk, but it was providing him an opportunity to get to know her.
"Of course! I work at the store." She looked over at the young man sitting on the sand next to her, and she was a little unsure of him. Was he playing her along, or was he seriously asking silly questions?
"Call that work, huh? Oh! Sounds like a nice summer job to me," Paul said winking at the pretty girl. He saw that she was going to protest, and he grinned broadly.
"Not many people get paid to take a long vacation," Jessica said defensively, then she too winked. So he had been putting her on!
"Can you save anything, or do they take it all back for room and board?" Paul asked, seriously wanting to know.
"Ha! They would if they could. I'm camping out to save money .. . Works out all right..." she replied, and she laid back as if to illustrate her easy life.
"Paul looked around as if searching for her campsite in the nearby trees, then he looked down at her nicely contoured face. Her eyes were closed, and he quickly glanced down to the flat of her belly, then up to her firmly large tits. She was stacked all right, he thought, as he could tell there was no padding inside her bikini top.
"Did you get her before the camping season started?" he inquired.
"Yep!"
"Then you must have the choicest campsite by the lake!" he stated. He waited for her answer, but she only opened her eyes slightly to look up at him.
"No," she answered smiling. She knew he was trying to casually find out shere her campsite was, and she didn't really mind telling him. She just wanted to make him work for the information.
"No choice, huh?" he quizzed.
"No privacy!" she replied.
"Huh?"
"Down by the lake ... You never get any privacy down by the lake. Everybody wants to set up camp there or park their boats there, so you end up with people trampling all over you!" She sounded really incensed at the thought.
"You have a point there," he said feeling silly. He still didn't know where her campsite was, but he did discover that she liked privacy. He pressed, "You never have much privacy when you're camping out anyway."
"I do!" she retorted, then she laid back again, twisting her sensuous body to make the sand under the towel conform to her curves.
Chalk one up for Jessica, he thought as he watched her wiggling against the sand. She was really sexy, and he was sure she knew it too. He just hoped that she was there at Lake Fuller alone, and if he played his cards right, the boating trip with his parents might turn out all right after all. He thought it would be a real pleasure spending his evenings with Jessica, and he imagined how it would feel to hover over her naked body, his erect cock teasing at the entrance to her haughty little pussy while she squirmed and pleaded with him to shove it inside. Man he'd like to fuck her right there on the beach in broad daylight! It was a sure bet that she would fuck back with everything she had, and that would be one hell of a lot!
"Warm here," he said. He could feel his cock starting to get hard again from thinking about fucking her, and he suddenly realized that the bulge in his trunks was beginning to show.
"Mmmmmm," she answered, her eyes tightly closed against the bright glare of the sun. He thought she might be falling asleep she was so still, and somehow the idea of watching her sleep didn't appeal to him. He knew that he would get a full hard-on if he continued to look at her stretched out on the towel, and then too, he wouldn't be able to pursue the subject of her campsite further. He decided to try and get her to swim with him.
"That lake looks more inviting by the minute .. . I think I'll go jump in!" He laughed at what he considered a funny coice of words. "You want to go jump in the lake with me?"
Jessica opened her eyes again, and she frowned as if to tell him what she thought of his joke. "I dunno ... I was just in a few minutes ago."
Looking out at the lake, he saw a large raft floating about twenty-five yards off shore, and no one was near it. It was a largewooden platform built over some large metal drums used as floats, and he thought it would be nice to get out there with Jessica. Anyway, he figured his erection would go away by the time he swam that far.
"Come on ... Let's swim out to that raft!" he pressed, and he stood up turning his back to her so that she couldn't see the buldge in his trunks.
"O.K. I think this heat's beginning to make me perspire anyway." she agreed. She sat up, then held her hand out to Paul for him to pull her up to her feet. He had to turn sideways, but he hoped that she wouldn't notice anything as he helped her. The contact of her hand was like a new stimulant though, and he hurried toward the water, not waiting for the young girl to get alongside of him.
At the edge of the lake the water was fairly warm, even though it came from the melting snows of the winter. Further out, where the lake was deeper, he knew it had to be like swimming in a deep freeze, and that condition would remain all summer, even though the lake level was dropping. It was just too deep to be warmed much by the hot sun, but he felt it preferable to have the cooler water on that day.
Diving in immediately on wading in to his knees, Paul turned then to see if Jessica was following him, and his timing was just right to get splashed fully in the face by her dive. She swam like an expert, with grace and speed, and before he could turn around again, she was past him and heading toward the raft.
As he dove after her, he felt somewhat relieved, as if she had been beside him he knew he would have a hard time resisting his urge to grab her. As he swam nearer the raft, the water turned cooler, and instead of his erection calming down, it seemed to get larger. He could see the twin cheeks of her smoothly rippling young ass as she swam just ahead of him, and the sight again made his blood run wild through his passion tensed body. He was beginning to think the only way to relieve his hard-on was to get laid, and that thought made his cock ache with rigid awareness. When he reached the raft, he watched the sensuous young girl climbing onto it, and he knew he was stuck with staying in the protective shielding of the water.
"Come on aboard, matey!" she yelled, mimicking a sailor. The raft was her ship, and she was in full command.
He looked up at the deck of the raft and figured it was at least three feet above the water, and he could see that the wood platform was supported on all sides by big metal drums. He looked the structure over carefully, as it it was really important for him to know how it was constructed. He just remained treading water, reluctant to look up at Jessica and her sex-exuding young body.
"Hey! Why are you staying in the water, Paul?" she yelled down at him, and the tone of her voice indicated she knew something.
"I... Uhhh... I want to see how this monstrosity floats!" he yelled, and with that he submerged completely, swimming underneath the raft. The water was clear, and as he swam submerged he could see that there was an open space in the middle of the metal drums. He headed for it, surfacing beneath the wooden platform of the raft and surrounded by nothing but the large drums. There were a few cross pieces beneath the main platform, and he realized that he could actually lift himself out of the water by sitting on the structure. The only real light underneath the raft came from the reflection through the water, and he realized that it gave the same effect as looking through a shading device.
He could see clear to the bottom of the lake since there-was no direct sunlight to reflect off the surface of the water, and he estimated the sandy bottom to be about twenty feet down. The sight was so unusual, he almost forgot that he'd left Jessica standing on the raft.
"Paul?"
It was her voice from directly above, and there was a note of panic to her tone. He supposed she thought he was still submerged, and that meant he'd have held his breath for three minutes or more. He was tempted not to answer her, just to see if she became really worried, but then he thought she would get mad for playing such a dirty trick on her.
"Hey! I'm underneath the raft!" he answered, his voice sounding hollow to him in the closed environment. He listened for her answer, but all he heard was a splash. For a moment he thought she was swimming back to the beach, and he started scolding himself for having blown the whole scene. Just as he got ready to drop back into the water to go after her, he saw her swimming underwater toward the raft. She was coming to join him, and he felt his cock jerk as he realized that her bikini top had been shifted down by the force of her dive. She was going to surface with the tips of her tits protruding from the top of her bikini! He jumped into the water as she came sputtering up, and he held onto one of the cross beams to keep his shoulders and head out of the water.
"So there you are!" the young teasing nymph gasped as she surfaced for air, fully aware that her bikini top had slipped down. She reached out to hold herself up by his shoulders, and she saw that he was staring wide-eyed at her full breasts. She spoke before he could think of anything to say. "What are you doing hiding under here?"
"Uhh ... Just enjoying the view ..." he answered, his young cock aching in the tightly constricting confines of his trunks. She was so close to him he wanted to grab her, but he couldn't let go of the cross-beam without both of them sinking into the water.
"Doesn't have anything to do with that?" she challenged, her free hand touching the bulge in his trunks.
So, she'd noticed all along, Paul thought, and for a moment he felt embarrassed. But then he realized that she was intentionally exposing herself to him, and the realization made him even more excited.
"Your slip is showing too!" he said, and he leaned forward planting a kiss on one of the erect nipples of her naked tits. Instead of pushing away, she pulled herself closer to him, making his sucking of her nipple easier. He reponded by nipping at the hardened flesh, his sharp teeth causing her to moan with a low pleasurable surprise. He would have been glad to continue sucking her breast all day, but the position was awkward, and she suddenly dropped down into the water until her face was level with his. Her youthfully full tits looked as though they were floating on the surface of the water like two ripe, cream-white melons, and he looked directly at her mouth as she formed it into an inviting "O". The moment his lips made contact with her mouth, he drove his tongue deep inside, and she sucked it deeper into her warmth.
Paul was in heaven, and he was totally unaware of the fact that she had dropped one hand down at his side, until suddenly he felt his trunks being pushed down over his hips. She was forcing his suit down, and before he could do anything to stop her, his hard cock sprung free, straight out from his groin. Her hand wrapped around it instantly, her fingers running up and down its length, exploring it like a blind woman reading Braille.
The thick head rubbed against her smooth inner thighs, and it jerked from the mounting sensations that her dancing fingers amplified. God, he wanted to fuck her right there in the water! Thrusting his hips forward, he ground forward to press the tip of his hard, virile cock against the thin, flimsy strip of nylon material covering her pussy and it slid between her receptively parted young thighs easily. The tips of her tits were pressing into his chest, the nipples like tiny buttons of pleasure, and she sucked even harder on his tongue as he swirled it around and around inside her warm mouth. For a moment he thought she was going to clamp her legs together, trapping his cock between them, and he was about to let go of the cross-beam to hold her to him as they submerged, when she suddenly pushed away from him.
"Hey! Wait!" he gasped, afraid that she was going to swim away. He knew it was futile to continue the petting in such an awkward place, but he was so excited, he was willing to try holding his breath for ten minutes while he fucked her underwater.
"I've got to go to work! I'm going to be late now!" Jessica said seriously. She was treading water just a few feet away from him, struggling with her bikini top in an effort to cover her naked young tits. He realized that there was no point in arguing with her then.
"Can I see you later? When you get off work?" he asked.
"I'm off at nine! My campsite is near the main trail, about twenty yards off the trail. You can't miss it. .. The only one around!" she laughed, and with that she submerged, heading back toward the beach.
Paul watched her swimming underwater until she was out of sight, and then he stayed under the raft for another ten minutes, waiting for his erect cock to go down. It took awhile, as his mind was occupied with the lewdly exciting thoughts of what he would be doing to that hot blooded young bitch later on that night.
Stacking the last of the cooking gear on the camp table, Barbara Nelson rubbed her hands together, satisfied with her clean-up job. It had been a long while since she last prepared a meal over an open fire, and even if she had to say so herself, it had been pretty good.
"Paul sure took off in a hurry. Must be a good film playing tonight," she said to her husband as she began stirring up the fire. Cliff was drinking a cup of coffee, and obviously content with the dinner he'd eaten. He saw that Barbara was having trouble getting the fire going, but he was happy to just sit for the moment.
"More likely it's some girl!" he said casually.
Barbara stopped what she was doing to look up at him. Did he mean that Paul was meeting someone? "He said he was going to the movie ..,"
She spoke as though reflecting on his words, not as a statement. She returned to the task of getting the fire started, sure that Cliff was just blabbering about something he knew nothing about.
"It will be nice if Paul finds some kids his own age," she said, just to make conversation more than anything else. "He's grown up so in the last year."
"I'm sure he's making out all right." Cliff wasn't really concerned about how Paul was doing. He was more interested in getting some action himself, as sex with his wife hadn't gone as well as he'd thought after the evening of their last, anniversary. Barbara had gotten uptight again, and he was at a loss for figuring ways to loosen her up. He'd hoped he could recreate the atmosphere of their anniversary while on the boating "There," she said proudly as she straightened up. The fire was blazing again, and she stood over it, watching the changing forms of the flickering flames. She felt restless, like she had to find something-to do, but she guessed it was just that she was over-tired from the effects of the long day.
"How about taking a walk over to the Lodge and having a drink?" He stood up from his chair, stretching his arms above his head. He figured a few drinks might loosen her up for later.
Barbara knew instantly what he was getting at, and had no intention of getting high on liquor. She hadn't been drinking at all since their anniversary dinner, and she didn't want to start again now. "It's been a long day, darling, what with the drive and setting up the boat... I'm really very tired!" She said it in spite of her restlessness. They'd brought plenty of liquor, but he knew she wouldn't drink it on the boat. In a bar there was nothing else to do but drink! "Couldn't we go over to see it tomorrow night?" she added as a consolation, but it didn't work.
"Swell! You stay her, then, but I'm going over!" He barked the words out at her, his anger more than apparent. Then he walked into the boat, and in a moment he reappeared with a jacket slung over his shoulder. He didn't say another word to her, but walked off in the direction of the lodge, fuming!
She didn't know whether to feel relieved or more worried, as she knew how he might be if he came back drunk later on that night. Moving one of the folding chairs closer to the campfire, she sat down, stretching her legs out near the bright flames. She thought she could just go to bed right then, and possibly avoid a confrontation later on by simply being asleep. The only problem with that notion was her complete wakefulness. She didn't feel.like trying to go to sleep, though she couldn't understand why. She guessed it had something to do with the night air in the mountains, or the high altitude. Standing again, she walked into the boat, and was bothered by the heated stillness of the air inside. It was just too stifling to tolerate, so she grabbed a sweater and returned to the beach and the campfire.
She knew what she wanted to do, but she was reluctant to admit it to herself, so she sat down again, watching the fire for several minutes. Finally she gave in to her curiosity, telling herself that she would only walk to the theater to find out what was playing. She promised herself she wouldn't bother Paul, as he had a right to enjoy the evening without the presence of a doting mother to bug him.
There were a lot of campers between their boat and the theater. In some ways the closeness of the other campers bothered her, but she was grateful for the light their fires and lanters provided. She felt stupid for having forgotten to take along a flash-light, but she hoped that she wouldn't really need one, so she didn't go back to get it. When she got further up the trail, she was sorry for her decision. It was pitch black out, and she could hardly make out where the trail was heading.
She walked cautiously, afraid of tripping over some unseen object, and after a few minutes, she heard the sound of voices and music. It was from the sound track of the film that was playing at the theater, she realized, and she became more bold in her walking, sure that she could find it by the sound. In another moment, she saw a flickering light through the trees, and figuring it was from the film projector, she headed for it. She had no idea that she had gotten well off the trail to the theater. She was only ten yards away from the source of the light when she realized that it was not the theater at all. It was somebody's camp, so she started to turn and head back to her own campsite to gdt the flash-light.
She knew that she had somehow missed the trail, and it was safer for her to go back instead of wandering around in -the dark. She could get lost if she wasn't careful. She had only half-turned when she heard a sound that made her freeze. It was a word, or a scream, something. . . But it sounded exactly like her son's voice! She didn't think it possible since he was at the movie, but her curiosity was aroused. She decided to walk to the camp, and if somebody discovered her there, she would tell whoever it was that she got lost looking for the theater and ask for directions.
Barbara walked without trying to hide her presence, not wanting to be sneaky, but when she heard a distinct groan from the direction of the camp, she slowed down, feeling sure that it had been her son's voice. It was possible that he was injured or in trouble, so she moved cautiously, not knowing what she expected to find.
The entire campsite was surrounded by awning, and the campfire within cast strange, dancing shadows over the high slung canvas. It took a moment for Barbara to find the way inside the awning, as there was an angled passageway formed by the drained material that was difficult to see. She wanted to just peek in at some opening, but then she decided it would be better to go through the intended entry, as that would be less suspicious. Yet, she moved slowly, taking short noiseless steps until she could see around the protective canvas awning into the campsite.
"Ooohhh!" Barbara gasped as he realized what she was looking at near a blazing campfire. She quickly put her hand to her mouth, clamping shut the shocked scream that was building in her. It was like being showered with prurient images for a moment, but then suddenly, she realized she was watching her son in the process of "doing it" to a strange girl! A thousand emotions flashed through her brain, all of it too overwhelming.
She felt frozen, completely unable to move from where she stood looking at the violent sexual intercourse between her young son Paul and the unknown girl!
Chapter Six
They were on a-blanket spread out over a cushion of pine needles near the fire, and the reddish light made their naked bodies glow with a heated sensuality that seemed unreal. Yet, it was clear, and so very near! The girl's legs were pressed far back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide spread loins were completely open and visible as she bucked under the driving lunges of the long, hard cock skewering rhythmically into her open pussy. The golden silkiness of her pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the ramming cock of the horrified Barbara's son, that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her tightly clinging cunt. The bud of her clitoris was erect and throbbing, responding to the contact of his groin as he speared deep to her belly, and his balls slapped noisly against the open crevice that divided the smooth rounded globes of her buttocks. When he withdrew, the hard fleshy cock, noisily slick with her excited cuntal juices would force the tight ragged flesh of her naked young pussy to roll out, then roll inward again as his cock disappeared all the way up inside her.
Just below the moist flanges of her cunt was the tiny puckered hole of her anus that seemed to suck and work at the softly dancing sac of his balls as they slammed flatly against it. The girl was groaning incessantly, her head rolling and flailing ecstatically from side to side making a tangle of her long blonde hair. It was all too obvious how much she was loving it! Barbara tried desperately to divert her eyes, but something made her stare at her son's muscular driving young ass he he pistoned into the girl's openly receiving cunt. The trim, sinuous cheeks tightened and untightened with the rhythm of his fucking, and she was astounded by the size of his young, manly cock. The lust-hardened shaft, now glistening with vaginal secretions, was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing becoming more and more intense With each passing second. He was really giving it to the girl, and she kept begging and pleading for more!
Transfixed by the sheer lewdity of the scene, Barbara tried to make her legs move, to get away from the awful sight of the seduction by that whorish little nymph of her own innocent young son. But she couldn't make her legs move, and much to her own surprise and horror, she found the lewd naked vision of the two wildly fucking young people was stimulating her own body. Her legs felt weak and began trembling as down between her thighs she could with mounting shame, feel the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris slowly becoming erect. She had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her thighs and touch a finger, two fingers, into the moistening folds of her own pussy. Her head was spinning with a lusting desire for satisfaction, and she remembered how strongly her body had reacted the night of her anniversary. She wanted it that way again, only God!, not while watching her own son, mercilessly fucking a strange young girl!
"Put your finger in my asshole Paul! Uugghh! My asshole, NOW!" Jessica groaned loudly as she bucked under his viriley pistoning young cock. The words floated over to Barbara like teasing, arousing stimuli, and she found herself agreeing with the sex hungry girl. She stared at the girl's tiny, tightly puckered anus as her son, Paul, worked his fingers toward it, then finding the clasping, rubbery-like flesh of the opening, wormed his middle finger hotly into her hungrily flexing little rectum. Barbara was aghast as she saw her son's long thin middle finger disappearing into the girl's tiny squirming back passage, the girl screaming out her pleasure with anguished sighs and moans as her loins were being plundered mercilessly by two hard, flesh instruments at the same time.
The lewdly locked young couple were near having an orgasm now, and a shrill cry from Jessica's mouth shocked Barbara into a horrible realization of what she was witnessing. Somehow she found the strength to move, her legs shaking with the tension of her lust seemed to carry her away from the camp, just as she heard the climactic groans of their passion. Walking half in a daze, she stumbled through the dark woods trying to choke back the racking sob that welled in her breast. She moved toward the lake, her mind whirling with the images of the lewd scene she had just witnessed. Some teenage little whore had been seducing her son, acting like a shameless female cat in heat while his handsome young cock fucked into her.
It was a vile display of sexual promiscuity, a cheap stunt by some girl to take her son away from his family! And . . . worse than all of that, Barbara knew that she had been excited by it. She had stood there and watched it happening, wanting at the same time to tease her fingers into her own cunt. She still wanted to in fact, as her body felt like it was burning with a rage of passion all human understanding.
When she reached the area of the campsites, she tried to regain control of herself, knowing that she could meet up with other people at any moment. Yet the fire in her belly only became more intense, even though she desperately wanted to shut out the lewdly naked images in her mind. She couldn't help remembering the sight of her son's lust-hardened yound cock, stiff and throbbing as it hammered relentlessly into the teenage girl's liquid-pink cunt. It was no longer the cock of a little boy, the one she used to wash so carefully for him not too many years ago, but the. viriley potent cock of a passionate young man!
She forced herself to walk slowly, almost casually, as she wound her way around the numerous campsites towards the lake and the "Honey Two". It seemed an eternity had passed before she finally came upon their houseboat, and pushing back the awning, she headed straight for the campfire. It was as if she needed something to identify with, and she felt proud that the fire was still burning brightly as she had planned. Yet, sitting down in a near state of collapse, she realized that her life could no longer be the same as it had been such a short time earlier. The scene she had witnessed had somehow changed everything, and she could no longer be the woman she had always thought herself to be.
That short incident had forced her to recognize an incestuous part of her that she hadn't wanted to see in the past, and she felt frightened and confused by the lewd, wicked thoughts running through her mind. She needed a drink .. . badly!
It took only a moment to go into the boat and open the box Cliff had used to pack the liquor, and she grabbed the first bottle she saw, not caring what kind of liquor it contained. Going back outside, she found a glass on the camp table, and she filled it to the top with straight scotch. She didn't even wait to sit down again, but standing by the table, she gulped down several mouthfuls of the searing liquid until she could feel it slowly calming her body. Then she re-filled the glass and took it with her to the back deck of the boat, where she again sat down.
The warmth of the liquor felt good, almost too good, as she was fully aware of the wicked, unthinkable sensations pouring through her aroused body. She gulped down more of the liquor, its burning taste like a warning note for what she could expect from her body. It did little to help her put the wild sex scene out of her mind, and in fact the liquor had just the opposite effect. Her system was being shocked for the second time that evening, and she was fully cognizant of what she had learned about herself as a result.
Like the girl that her son had been fucking, she too had sexual needs, and she was every bit as anxious to have them fulfilled, by anyone! Even her own teenage son! That was the horrible part of it, and it made 'her feel more guilty than she could ever admit. Barbara continued sitting on the deck, sipping her drink as her head buzzed with provoking thoughts. She lost all track of time as she desperately fought the overwhelming urge to go into the cabin, lie back on a bunk with her legs spread, and play with herself. That for the moment had become her sole purpose in maintaining her vigil on the deck, and she was hardly aware of the effect the liquor was having on her mind and body. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't know Cliff had come back until he spoke.
"So you're having a few by yourself. . ." Cliff said, his words slightly slurred. He had been angry when he reached the lodge bar, and he had wasted little time in consuming a goodly number of drinks. He had decided in the process that his wife was going to have to re-prove her willingness to make a new start of their marriage, even if he had to force her to do it.
Barbara whirled in the chair at the sound of his voice, and her face reddened with embarrassment at having been caught. She wasn't thinking as much about the liquor she was drinking, as the obscene, incestuous thoughts that had been flashing through her mind. Both the lewd images and the liquor had taken a toll, and she was totally unconcerned about her husband's condition for the first time in their married life.
"Cliff... I... You scared me!" she said defensively, knowing that she could never find an honest excuse for her thoughts. "I felt chilled .. ." she added as she realized he was looking at the glass in her hand.
"Well suppose you and I go into the boat and warm up! I've been thinking it was time you made some of your promises good, and I've got a hard-on that needs servicing!" He was fully aware of his choice of words, in spite of the liquor he'd consumed. He used crude language deliberately, hoping that some day it would stir his wife into some real action. He had no idea that all he had ever hoped for was going to happen that very evening!
It was perfect, Barbara thought tipsily, the ideal solution to her guilt. She told herself that she didn't want to see him get too belligerent and cause a scene that would be overheard by the neighboring campers, but the real truth was simply that she liked the idea. She needed a good hard "fuck", and she reveled in her thought of the word, that evening as much if not more than he did, and she was going to show him that she would be a good whore, just like the girl she'd seen doing it with her son. She stood up, feeling her legs tremble slightly, but then she walked over to the entrance of the cabin. She turned there and looked back at her husband.
"Well! .. . What are you standing there for?" she whispered drunkenly, her voice trailing off like a dying wind. The fire-light on her body made her look like a she-devel, and he found his cock stirring with excitement as her strangely sensual voice reached his ears. She was apparently more willing to let him fuck her tonight, and she was showing it by the wantoness of her stance.
For a moment he wondered if it was- really his wife of seventeen years standing there half smashed on scotch, but then he forgot about his wonderment as she made a tiny lewd motion that made his cock lurch erect. She had extended her middle finger of her right hand, and forming an "O" shape with her red, sensual lips, inserted the digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around it like she was sucking on a lolly-pop, then slowly withdrew her finger, wet and shining in the firelight. With that, she turned and disappeared inside the cabin door.
Cliff walked swiftly after her, nearly tripping over a table as he tried to see in the darkness inside. It took a moment before his eyes adjusted to the indirect light from the moon outside, and then he saw that she was slipping her panties down over her firm, shapely buttocks and thighs from under her dress. It was almost too much to believe, but he went to a bunk and stretched out to watch her from a comfortable position. He was a little surprised that she left her dress on, but he said nothing as she came over to the bunk. There was a rolled sleeping bag on the floor beside it, and she moved it slightly as she knelt down next to the bunk.
She had no idea how to go about appearing sexy on purpose, although she did without trying, but the images, prurient and vile, that were streaming through her mind made her want to do everything just right. She had to prove something to herself, and that was simply seeing if she really could be sexually appealing to a man. She had never considered it important until that night. First looking at her husband's astounded face, then shifting her gaze to the area of his bulging cock, she reached out with her nakd, placing it on the lump of his hardened cock. "I want to lick it and see what it tastes like!" she slurred. "Before you fuck me with it!"
Her words and touch were like an aphrodisiac, the impact of her statement hitting him like an electric shock. She actually wanted to suck him off! After all the times he'd tried to get her to do it, now she was telling him! The touch of her hand against his painfully throbbing cock even separated by his pants, was sending wild, hotly sparking sensations up his spine.
"Take it out! Do it! Now!" he demanded, leaning up on his elbows to watch. He didn't really believe she would actually go through with it without a fight, but he was glad to hear her using the kind of language he had never heard her speak before. He was surprised at how quickly she obeyed his command, as her fingers deftly opened his fly, then dug into his pants to work his now excitedly throbbing cock out from his underwear.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" she intoned in her new role of the seductress. Her husband's long hard fleshy rod made her hand look small by comparison, and even though the light was dim, the throbbing purple head seemed to glow with passion. She wrapped her long fingers tightly around the base of the thick member, pumping them up and down slightly to make it grow even bigger. Her eyes stared at the blood-filled member, a hazy lusting glaze etched over them, but she was casual and loose in her manner.
Her hand worked slowly up and down, like she was pumping a bicycle tire full of air, and Cliff could hardly contain his amazement. She was being so sensual, and yet he knew that her own body had to be more than hot. The manipulations of her fingers was too much like she was going to get started with the sucking. He hesitated to press her for fear of breaking the fantastically erotic spell she was under. He was willing to be patient up to a point, but suddenly he realized he wouldn't have to wait any more.
Barbara let out a deep throated sigh as she moved her face close to his blood-pounding cock, finding her new experience more fascinating than she had ever imagined. Then, as if to test it, she opened her mouth and breathed hot disturbing air over the tip of his cock. Tiny drops of fluid seemed to be nestled just inside the dilated slit, and suddenly she flicked her tongue out, licking in the delicate seminal fluid to thrill to the pungent taste. She wanted more!
Her tongue was like liquid fire as it struck his cock, and her dazed husband had to force his mind elsewhere for a moment to keep from shooting his hotly boiling sperm up into her face right then and there. The sensation flashed down his lust-hardened cock to the base of his groin, then seemed to rebound through his entire body. Her tongue was moist, and she rolled it over her lips as she brought it back into her sensually puckering mouth. Then she again flicked it out at the blood-filled head of his painfully swollen cock.
His balls were like huge reservoirs filled to the bursting point, and he could feel the sperm stirring angrily within, anxious for release. She continued the flicking action .for several moments, but then suddenly, with a low, tigress like growl, she was all over the flesh column, her tongue licking slavishly up and down the sensitive urethra tube, while her fingers worked erotically over the base of his cock. Her other hand worked into the opening of his pants to find his sperm-inflated balls, and she cupped them like they were prize objects, slowly fondling them as she kissed his excited cock. It was too much to take, and it took all of his will power to keep control of himself.
"Dammit! Suck it!" he groaned through his teeth as he felt the mounting pulsations in his groin. Her long reddish hair was spilling down around her head, the silken strands tickling lightly against his exposed groin, and even the slightest touch felt like a thousand electric shocks. Moistening her lips with her tongue, she formed her mouth into a tiny round orifice, and she slowly lowered her face toward the tip of his excitedly pulsating prick. When the very tip made contact with her mouth, she spread her .lips apart just enough to take in the thickness of the fleshy column and sucked slowly inward, his throbbing cock slowly disappearing up inside her warmly accepting oral cavity. It felt tight and sensational to him, and like a bonus prize, her tongue swirled crazily around the head as it moved inside her mouth. He couldn't hold still for another second, and brutally he arched his hips off the cot, shoving his cock deep into her unsuspecting throat.
"Uuuuugggghhhh!" She gagged from the sudden penetration of her throat, and only half of his cock was buried up inside her open mouth. She felt a momentary reservation, but after a second she became accustomed to the smooth fleshy roundness filling her mouth, and she bobbed her head down, taking even more of his lust-inflated hardness into her mouth.
He was astonished to see his wife's reaction to his cruel thrust, sure that his cock was already pressing back into her larynx, He moaned as her tongue worked over the sensitive flesh of his cock like a mad whip, and he leaned forward, enthralled and excited by the sight of her unbelievable little sucking motions. She had taken nearly two thirds of his cock into her throat, and she still held the base tightly in her hand. With her other hand, she continued the slow and gentle caressing of his sperm-heavy vails. Her tongue swirled wetly around the head of his cock, and then she slowly raised her head, nibbling disturbingly down into the hard flesh as she went. He couldn't remember ever feeling anything like it, and he was sorry for having missed her sucking him off for so many years of their marriage. She was really showing a talent that he only dreamed might exist in her, but now she was showing him a side of her character that promised even better things in all their sex. She stopped raising her head when just the top of his cock remained inside her mouth, and he could see white streaks along the column of flesh where her teeth had forced the blood from the surface.
Then, like starting a motor, her hand pumped once quickly, and her head began to rhythmically bob up and down his lustfully throbbing male shaft, her oral fucking like rippling warm liquid as she sucked it deep up in her throat and blowed it slowly out again.
Chapter Seven
"Oh fuckkk!" Qiff grunted as he watched her sensuously maddening little actions over his groin. He raised and lowered his hips in time to her bobbing head, watching his hard maleness fucking her roundly ovaled mouth as though it were a tiny, hair-less little child's cunt. His prick was lewdly glistening from her saliva, and her widely ovalled lips pulled salaciously along the shaft as it slid in and out. Her cheeks were bloated with the full extent of his cock, the rubbery tip lashing the very back of her throat, and he was sure she would choke as she mouth fucked him on and on in frenzied passionate abandon.
Getting caught up in the sexuality of her position, Barbara released her grip on the thick base of his cock and reached down between her passion taut thighs. With fingers extended, she reached for the soft curling mound of her pussy, and parting the already hotly gushing lips, wet from her own excitement, she instantly found her hardening clitoris. She moaned from deep in her throat as she fingered the tiny bud nerve, making it as hard as the cock in her mouth. Then feverishly, she ran her middle finger down the hair-lined slit to the opening of her pussy, slipping it smoothly into her hungrily welcoming cuntal passage. It felt good, and she wormed another finger up inside to work with the first one.
The boiling hot cum in his balls felt like it was going to explode at any moment, and he arched his hips up, driving his jerking cock deep into her throat. Her hand between his thighs was working furiously, and she pushed her middle finger up until it probed teasingly up against his anus. The tight sphincter muscle contracted greedily with passion, and she closed her mouth tightly around his aching cock at the same moment. It was too much! He knew he would have to shoot it off in her mouth soon or his whole body would erupt like a raging volcano. He had thought he couldn't possible be more excited than he already was when he saw her hand pressing against her cunt, two of her fingers working furiously in and out of the tight, hotly clenching passage. She was finger fucking herself while she sucked his cock, and the sight of her lewd, abnormal actions for her made him even more excited than before.
"God! Oh, God! Suck it baby! Suck it!" he moaned, his whole body converging at the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled and licked at his ever growing hardness, while her teeth and lips pulled and sucked up and down the saliva-drenched rod. His balls drew up tightly, her ringers playing rapidly over and around them, causing his whole lower pelvis to lift up off the cot, sinking his sensitively tortured cock deep up in the warmth of her mouth.
He was there, and he reached down, curling his finger in her long reddish blond hair to hold her head down on his tingling member. He didn't want her to get away now that he finally had her where he wanted her. He wanted her to take all of his white cum into her proud little belly to make up for all the years of deprivation she had put him through. Her cheeks bloated out as the almost full length of his blood-engorged cock slid deep up into her throat. It took all of her effort to keep from gagging as the rubbery expanding head became trememdously thick, and realizing he was about to cum, she moaned aloud and ground her fingers voraciously deep into the tightly burning passage of her open cunt. She was ready to climax herself, her belly on fire with passion, and imagining his hot cum cascading down her throat and into her hungrily waiting belly was enough to set her off.
"UUUUggghhhhhh!" He groaned as he arched his hips upward, tensed for the wild, cataclysmic moment when his hotly swirling cum would make the wild dash for the tip of his cock and splash with torrent-like force from his swollen cock deep into her greedily swallowing throat.
And then it came!
Her cheeks bloated out like overfilled balloons from the seething flood of fiery, passion-heated liquid, and her adam's apple bobbed up and down wildly in a desperate, but futule attempt to keep up with the insanely gushing liquid. Also, as if triggered by her first taste and smell of her husband's hot male seed, she drove her dual fingers deeper and deeper up inside her voraciously clasping cunt, and her belly, too, erupted into a wild burst of ecstasy as it jerked spasmodically with her own crazily exploding orgasm.
Cliff drove his hips up, his cock sliding into her widely ovaled mouth again and again as his sperm pumped crazily down her throat and into her belly. The cot nearly collapsed under the force of their mutual orgasm as Barbara whined a high-pitched shriek through it all, and only then did he see the warm white liquid of her own climax spilling wetly out around the fingers fucking deeply into her widespread cunt. When she finally raised her head and let her sperm-glistening lips slip reluctantly from his slowly deflating cock, he saw the satisfied cat-like expression on her face, and he was excitedly chilled by the sheer lewdity of her actions. A thin string of his expended cum ran from the edge of her mouth to his cock, and as if eager to get it all, she swirled it up with her tongue, grinning all the while. Her fingers were still inside the still warmly quivering lips of her vagina, and he didn't realize she was intentionally leaving them there until he felt the pressure of her finger teasing blatantly against his anus. She was trying to tell him something, and the message came to him loud and clear. She was ready for his cock now, and he was damn glad to accommodate her!
"I'm going over to the lodge!" Paul announced to no one in particular. His mother was making herself busy with the dirty cooking utensils, and his father was re-hanging a part of the awning over the back deck. Paul knew that they must have had a fight of some kind, because they had both been so quiet all day. It disturbed him somewhat that his mother hadn't left the boat at all, even refusing his offer that afternoon to go swimming with him on the lake. He couldn't imagine how anyone could pass up an opportunity like that. Hell, even his father had gone to the lodge instead. Of course, it was just as well that he did go alone, otherwise he might not have seen the new arrivals.
He remembered Jessica telling him that she had to work late at the store, and so he had plenty of time to goof around that evening. In fact he might not even bother to stop by her place later. She was a hot enough piece of ass, but he wanted to check out the family that arrived earlier in the day. He had seen the whole family, and the daughter looked both sexy and lonely for something to do, so he thought he should look her up in case he got tired of Jessica. Jessica was having to work a lot, and he know that she was not the type to stick only with him anyway! A little exploring for some different action seemed like a good idea, and the new chick was a good potential target.
Cliff stopped what he was doing as he saw Paul starting to leave, and he walked outside the awning with his son. "You need anything? Money?" he asked putting his arm around Paul.
"No, dad! I'm going to bum around . .. You know!" he answered. He appreciated the offer, and he smiled to acknowledge it.
"Sure?" but Paul nodded affirmatively, so Cliff got on with what he really wanted to know. "Say, I've been meaning to ask how you made out with that cute little mermaid . .. What's her name? ... Jessica?"
"Jessica?... Aahhhh, she's nice an' all I suppose ..." he replied, and he shrugged as if to say he really didn't know. He didn't want to let on how well he'd actually gotten to know Jessica, as his dad might not understand anyway.
"Not your type, eh?" Cliff presses.
"Guess not. . ." Paul lied, and not wanting to get into a conversation about her, he laughed and started walking. "See you later, dad!"
"O.K., son!" Cliff waved. It was a great relief to find out that Jessica had told him the truth about she and Paul. When he'd met her at the lodge that afternoon he had been hesitant to make a play for her. He thought Paul might have already scored with her, and he didn't want to cut into his own son's time. So he had come right out and asked Jessica about Paul, and she had responded that she preferred older and more mature men. It had been an obvious invitation that he found difficult to turn down, even though Barbara had been so good the night before. It was the way she acted that morning that disturbed him, and he was convinced that the. end of his marriage was near anyway. So why not pick-up on a young piece when the opportunity presents itself?
"That takes care of the awning," he announced as he moved back inside the door. Barbara was inside the boat, but he knew that she had heard him. When she didn't answer, he decided to get going, even if it was a little early yet. "I'm going up to the theater, .. Good movie I understand . . . Barbara? Can you hear me?"
"I don't feel like going, thank you," she said without coming out of the cabin.
So who invited you? Cliff thought. "I'll be at the theater then!" he added outloud. Then without bothering to get a jacket, he walked away from the pier toward the theater.
Barbara stood up from the bunk to see if Cliff was gone, and noting that the area was empty of people, she was satisfied and relieved. She just couldn't face anyone at the moment, not even her own son.
Returning to the bunk she had been stretching out on, she picked up the bottle of scotch and refilled her glass before lying down again. She took a sip of the drink, and it tasted worse than she had remembered it ever tasting, so she set the glass down, knowing that the liquor wouldn't block out the truth anyway! She had acted like a wanton whore the previous night, and that was the simple truth of it. Her performance had been shameful and disgusting, yet the worst of it was her conviction that it had been her true self.
She wanted to do those vile and disgusting things with her husband, and it was because she felt guilty about the even more horrendous feelings she had then about doing them with her own sixteen year-old son. At that moment, lying on the bunk, she wanted to shove her fingers into her pussy to still the fire that flared up over and over again in her belly. She couldn't put the image of Paul's young smooth nakedness hovering over that girl's nude body out of her mind, and the feelings it gave her, the terrible violent feelings!
Jumping up from the bunk, Barbara came to a decision about what she had to do. It was the only way she would find the peace of mind that would enable her to face her son again. She didn't know what his feelings were about the girl, but she refused to believe they could be serious. At any rate, she had to tell the girl to stay away from Paul. It was the only way she could release her own terrible fears and thoughts that ran through her mind. Reminding herself that she had to be calm and collected when confronting the girl, Barbara took one more sip of the drink she'd set by the cot, then shaking her head to clear it, she picked up a flashlight remembering her mistake of the previous evening.
She headed in the general direction of the main trail, walking fast to get there before she changed her mind. Finding the trail that lead to the theatre, she turned on her flashlight, but kept her eyes peeled for the light of the girl's camp. As she followed the trail along, she had to stop several times, trying to recognize the place where she had left the trail, and each time she moved on, unsure of herself. Before she realized how far she had gone, she found that she was standing by the entrance to the outdoor theatre. She turned around quickly, heading back down the trail and hoping that Cliff hadn't spotted her. She remembered that he had said he would be at the movie, and she thought she might join him there after she had a talk with the girl.
Barbara turned off the trail and began wandering in what whe thought to be the correct direction. It took her ten minutes, but she finally spotted the firelight from the girl's camp. As she approached the camp, she felt her heart pounding wildly as she was again reminded of the last time she had been there. Everything seemed exactly the same, the firelight casting the strange shadows against the awning around the camp, and even the moaning sounds seemed to still echo among the trees. Yet, it wasn't until she was a few feet from the angle entrance to the campsite that she realized she was in fact hearing the same type sounds again. It was the girl's voice, and her words were like a banshee howl in the wind.
Barbara moved to the spot she had viewed the fucking from the previous night like she was drawn to it by a powerful magnet. Whatever was happening had to be terrible by the sound of the girl's howl! Reaching the spot, she froze, the sight both relieving and riling her at the same time. It was almost like it had been the night before, only it was different, more perverse, file, lewd, and arousing!
Jessica was bent over on the blanket, a dress bunched up around her neck while her nude young tits swayed and danced lewdly with rolling motions beneath her. Her firmly round ass was lifted up in the air, and a huge cock was slamming in and out of her tight young anus with tremendous force. The sight was so shocking that she didn't even recognize the man at first, but after a moment hit Barbara with rude awakening force. It was her own husband, Cliff's cock screwing into the helpless girl's tightly stretched rectum. His fingers massaged the quivering moons of her soft, wildly rotating buttocks back against his hard driving cock as if begging for more. They were both completely immersed in their lewd perverse act, neither one caring if they were heard or not.
My God, Barbara thought, I'm watching my own husband fucking the same girl as my son fucked before, only in her anus ... He had to be killing her! She knew she should be horribly sickened by the lewd sight before her eyes, but all she felt was a tremendous surge of heat, a quickening of her own pulse as her whole body shuddered with remembered pleasures. She narrowed her eyes to the point where her husband's body joined the girl, the tight brownish-pink orifice stretched wide around the thickness of rock-hard flesh, and she felt her own cunt helplessly secreting a continual flow of her passion juicesi The soft hair-lined slit of her pussy was soaked up between her legs and she felt the impossible sensations of delightful tinglings in her clitoris and nipples. Watching her husband seducing the girl aroused her to such a high state of passion that she knew she too had to find release, and soon!
His cock was slamming into the girl's anus with greater and greater fury, and she was moaning continually, her ass moving in circles as she raised her hips up to him. She reached back under her lust-battered body, her hand extended, and she suddenly wormed three fingers into her moistly aroused pussy. She took up his rhythm with her fingers, fucking them up her tight young cunt while her ovally stretched rectum was pounded mercilessly with his lust-hard cock.
God, Barbara thought, she should be outraged at seeing her husband fucking the young teenage girl from behind like this, but the only emotion she felt was one of relief, glad that it wasn't her son engaged in the vile and perverse act with her. At the same time, she was feeling a mounting spasm in her own belly as the stimulating sight began to dominate her mind. She was remembering that she hadn't bothered to get fully dressed that day, that her body was naked under the coat and dress she had thrown on that morning, and she moved her hands to the front, her fingers loosening the buttons to bare her creamy white tits. Slipping her hands inside, she cupped the twin, slightly trembling mounds, then teasingly rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and she shivered with the sensation.
She couldn't stop her hands as she felt her body coming to life like never before. She needed satisfaction arid nothing else mattered, not even her reasons for being there in the first place. Dropping her right hand down over her smooth naked belly, she placed the flat of her palm over the soft curling pubic hair covering her nakedly pulsating pussy slit. Then quickly, she slid her fingers along the wetly seeping little slit, finally coming to rest on the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. She began to shake with silent pleasure as she watched her husband and the young teenage girl in their lewd coupling, and her finger moved faster and faster over her wildly throbbing clitoris, sending rapturous pleasure over the nerves in her body. If the light hitting the side of the awning hadn't attracted her attention, she would have still been fingering desperately her openly excited pussy when her son came up.
Pulling her hands out of her open dress, Barbara felt panic like she had never known as she realized that Paul was approaching. She wanted to run to him, stop him from coming any closer to the campsite before he too saw the lewd, perverse thing his own father was doing to the hotly kneeling young girl. Yet, she couuldn't make herself move, even though to act immediately might result in the complete destruction of Paul's image of his father. She couldn't find the power within herself because his discovery would also show him that the girl was nothing more than a wanton, insatiable little bitch.
Paul had given up trying to score with the new girl that evening, as her family seemed to hover around her like a human jail. He had gone over to the lodge then to see Jessica, and it wasn't until he got there that he found she had been scheduled to work only that afternoon. He suspected something immediately, and he had decided to go to her camp to find out the truth for himself. As, he approached, he was surprised to see his mother standing by the entry through the awning, and he hurried to her to find out what she was doing there.
Barbara was shaking violently as Paul came up to her, and all she could manage to do was put her finger to her lips to indicate his remaining silent. She had forgotten about her open dress in her exitement, and she instinctively put her arms up to protect her son.
At first Paul thought his mother was in trouble, that she had been somehow tricked or raped and made to stand by the camp entry with her dress open. It wasn't until he had put his arms around her that he saw the lewd scene over her shoulder. It was his father! He was fucking Jessica . .. Not just fucking her, but ramming his cock into her asshole! Her ass was gyrating with an insane frenzy of lust back against his father's prick like she loved it more than anything in the world! It was the most sexual thing he'd ever seen in his life, and it just didn't matter that it was his father fucking Jessica. But then he remembered that the feeling might not be the same for his mother, and he felt that he had to somehow protect her from the terrible hurt and shame she had to feel. He was hardly aware of the fact that his own virile young cock had become hard and throbbing from the effects of the bizarre sight beyond.
"Mom ... I.. . Don't be . .." he searched for the right words, but the images lewdly exciting in his mind made concentration impossible. It was simply too stimulating, arousing, having to stand where he was without doing it himself. The only words that came to his mind were descriptive of his dominating thoughts. "God, Mom! It's really wild ... I mean .. . They're enjoying it so much!" He spoke as if he was disappointed not to be involved.
She wanted to say something that would have meaning, a purpose, or a philosophical statement about experiences in life, but she couldn't seem to get the words out of her throat. All she could do was sense the erect lump of his cock pushing against her burning loins, knowing that it was the very same cock she had watched skewering into the girl's cunt last night, and she was filled with dizzying waves of unfulfilled lust.
"Mom . .. You mustn't. . ." He couldn't find the words as his whole purpose was suddenly disturbed and a flooding new desire was taking hold of him. he leaned his head back to look in her eyes, and there was the unmistakable sign of sexual arousal deep within them.
"It's what they wanted," she said, confused where the words came from in her mind. Was it an observation, or was she trying to justify the act?
She knew that her son was aroused, that he was not only able to watch his father fuck his young girlfriend in the rectum, but that he got some perverted pleasure out of it, just as she did. She couldn't deny his sexual awakening, nor ignore the hard young cock, that she used to wash for him when he was a child, pressing even harder into her loins. He was a virile male, and definitely excited by his own mother's nearness. She knew that she was losing control of herself, being consumed by the forces of her latent lust, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding her pussy against her son's groin.
"Oh, Paul.. . We ..." She tried to fight off the mounting passion as she realized what she was thinking. It was vile . .. perverse . .. wrong! With her own son! But her cunt was on fire! Almost with unconscious response, his hands slid into the opening of her dress, and he grasped her full tits, squeezing them until the flesh rolled out between his fingers. His cock seemed bigger than it had ever been, and he wanted his mother's hands around it, holding it.. . putting it inside .. . her pussy! They were watching the coupling so few feet from them, and their actions seemed to emulate each motion of passion. Paul was able to find the words first.
"God, Mom! I want to fuck you while Dad's doing it to my girl!"
Everything was suddenly wildly free, as if all of the problems of the past had just disappeared to be supplanted with loving desire. The truth had come out, and Barbara knew that she had all along wanted to have her son's hard cock driving hotly up inside her belly from whence it came. She pulled at the zipper of his pants, groping at the material and shoving it down over his hips to let fall to the ground as her hand wrapped possessively around his erect young cock. At the same moment he drew her coat and dress away from her body, and then it was at her feet, his mother's voluptuously curved body completely naked and open to him. She squeezed the hard flesh of his cock, feeling the blood rapidly flowing through it and giving it life. Was it wrong? Was what she really wanted really wrong? Didn't it make her feel more like a woman? Yes! Oh god, YESSSS!
He clenched her body tightly to him as his lips showered her with tenderness and compassion and sexual desire. She felt his throbbing hard cock with her fingers, pulling and stroking it, melting with the fantastic passion welling up in her body. She had to have him right away . .. There and now! His rigid shaft was long and hard, jutting straight out from his body as he stood before her, and she wanted to caress all of his young body with her lips, and her loins. Kneeling down on the ground covered with pine-needles, she pulled him with her, and lay trembling on her back, her legs spread wide in invitation and the image of she and her son writhing hotly together in sexual intercourse-as they momentarily would be-adding immensely to the forbidden sensuality of the moment.
Placing his knees between his mother's wide-spread thighs, he ran his hands gently up the soft inner flesh, slowly moving them toward the wet warmth of her openly inviting pussy. "You're so beautiful Mom!" His fingers found the pink curving slit of her pussy, and he brushed the tips across the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, causing her to gasp out loud from the obscenely delicious sensation.
"Ooooooh, yessssss! My darlingggggg!" She felt like she was going to burst from the pressure in her belly as she felt her son's fingers probing into the right, mouth-shaped opening of her wonderously clasping cunt. His face was pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts, and his mouth nipped at the hardened tips, sending electric sensations through her entire body. There was no time, for second thoughts about what they were doing, there couldn't be. All that mattered was having each other in sexual connection for the ultimate pleasure of their uncontrollably rising lust. Paul was slowly rolling over on his back as his mother rolled with him, her thighs wide apart, and coming up to straddle him until she was kneeling on either side of his hips, hovering sensually above him. His swollen cock was jutting straight up toward the pink lined slit of her quivering pussy, and she held it in her hand, moving the thick purple head back and forth to part the hair lined slit of her hungrily demanding cunt.
"Now, Mom! I've got to fuck you nowww!" her young teenage son moaned, and he arched his hips up, trying desperately to drive his blood-filled cock into the slickness of her open cuntal passage.
"Oooooooooh! Yyyeeessssss! Fuck mee, my little darlingggg, Noooooowww." she hissed, and reaching down with her other hand, she parted the lips of her liquidly flowing pussy. She hesitated for only an instant, fully aware of the wicked, incestous thing she was about to do, and then she plunged down against her son's cock, the throbbing head expanding the momentarily resisting little lips of her cunt until they almost ripped with the pressure.
"AAaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" She screamed as she felt the virile young shaft lurch upwards inside her tightly welcoming passage, filling her cunt far more than she had expected. He was leaning up on his elbows to look down between his mother's open thighs and watch his hardened member disappear into her pulsating pussy. With one hungry surge, he jammed it up, driving it all the way up inside until the whole of her excitedly quivering belly was filled to completion with the fantastically erotic sensation.
"Ooooooooohhh!" She could feel every wrinkle of his desire-thickened young cock as it stretched the tight, sensually pulsating walls of her pussy to almost bursting. She had not expected it to be so big, so good, and she ground her pelvis down on his loins, wanting to be fucked hard by her wonderful young boy.
Cliff was in such a sheer state of ecstasy that he never saw or heard anything but Jessica's lewd pleas of lust, until he was violently made aware of another couples presence by an earth shattering scream. His cock was sunk to the hilt in Jessica's rectum, his balls nearly bursting with his cum, while she drove her fingers deep inside her liquid cunt like a wild animal. When the voice out of the night pierced his lust filled brain, he was shaken erect, almost afraid to move from the crushing realization he experienced. It was his wife, he knew, and the sight that filled his eyes when he turned was like a hammer blow to his head. Barbara was humping over a man, no, a boy, his boy! They were fucking right there on the ground not ten feet away from him!
"Five it to me! Oh God, daddy! Fuck my assss!" Jessica screeched as she ground her buttocks back against his cock. She was almost there, and he had stopped his battering fucking of her now desperately straining rectum! "Don't stop now! Don't stop!" she moaned, but he wasn't listening.
Cliff pulled his nearly exploding cock from the depths of her rectum with a loud lewd sucking noise. All he could think about was making sure he wasn't dreaming, and he pulled away from Jessica in spite of the excitement coursing through his body. She looked up to see what he was doing, and it was all perfectly clear in an instant.
"Sonofabitch!" He screamed unbelievingly as he stared down at his wife and son's nakedly locked bodies. Barbara was straddled over his groin, riding up and down his desire-hardened young cock like an insane whore. They were both so engrossed in their incestuous fucking, that they hardly noticed they were then being observed. Jessica moved up behind Cliff, almost pleased to see his hurt for having stopped when she was so near climax, but then she also understood the shock he had to feel. It was possible he would do something that she didn't want to have occurring in her camp, and she realized that she had to calm him down.
"Your wife is very beautiful," she whispered encouragingly. The tone of her voice; the detached calmness of her observation; both had the effect of dampening his fury. His initial explosive reaction was squelched, but it was replaced by a state of perfect confusion. Had he been to blame? They had obviously see him fucking the young teenage girl in the behind. Could that have brought them to doing it? He wanted to remain angry, but in the back of his mind he knew of other events, things he'd done that had certainly been influential in bringing his son and wife into this lustly forbidden incestuous act. Suddenly he felt very despondent... He was being left out!
There was nothing else but her son's cock as Barbara felt it driving deep into her womb. Every inch felt like an answer to all she ever wanted or needed. It was total fulfillment of her mind and body. She was completely outside of reality, but when she heard her husband cry out, her senses sought him out. She realized through her lust-driven haze that he was hurt, and she didn't want that. It was wrong for him to feel guilty about anything so utterly magnificent and beautiful. She wanted to make him happy too, have him enjoying the same pleasures and sensations that she was able to now for the first time give.
"Cliff!" she grunted as the incessant pace of Paul's pistoning cock never let up. "Fuck me too ... where did the girl. . . Fuck my asshole!" She never eased up in her own fucking, and Paul could only nod in agreement with her.
It was something that the still wildly excited young girl wanted to see, so she pushed Giff toward his wife and son, encouraging him to do as his wife asked. He needed little encouragement, as it was the thing that he wanted too. His cock was erect aagain instantly, anxious and ready to fuck his wife in the hungrily flexing depths of her rectum while his son fucked upwards into her open cunt. He kneeled down behind her and gazed rapturously at the tiny puckered anus nestled between his wife's rhythmically gyrating buttocks. She was more than ready for him as she had already reached back with her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart for her husband. His pulsating cock jerked as he moved up behind her body, and he probed at the virgin anus with his finger, making the tight resisting ring of flesh give way. Barbara leaned forward, forcing her muscles to relax as she felt the unnatural intrusion.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" She squealed as his finger wormed slowly up into the tightness of her rectum, and the pain continued as he worked it feverishly around to stretch her anus for the greater entry to come. The combination of pleasure and pain that racked her body was overwhelming, and with a low groaning noise in her throat she fucked back lasciviously against the two probing instruments, wanting to have the two cocks she loved most in the world fucking into her burning belly at the same time. Inpatiently, her, husband pulled his finger from her rectum, and she felt her buttocks being pulled wide apart by this thumbs, and then the tremendous pressure of flesh against her anus. "Oh, God! Uuggghh! Ohhh! It hurtssssss!" she groaned, but she shoved back her hips nontheless. Holding her narrow waist, he shoved hard forward, his large cock stiff and eager to be fucking into her rectum. Giving a lust-inspired jerk forward, the smooth rubbery-like flesh of his cock popped inside the tight restricting opening, the tip of his cock caught like a stick in an elastically snapping trap.
"Aaagggghhhhhh!" She cried out in agony as the searing pain streaked through her body. She was being torn apart, split in two like a ripe watermelon! He shoved forward again, driving his thick cock yet deeper into her rectum, and her anguished cry was lost in the stillness of the night. Yet in spite of the pain, she was loving it! A strange masochistic pleasure seemed to course through her blood stream to all parts of her passion wracked body. Again he shoved forward, and this time she was able to choke back the gasping cry in her throat. It seemed like he would never reach the end as the heated passage to her rectum was being widened, and stretched beyond belief. But then finally, she felt his pelvis smack into her nakedly upturned buttocks, and seconds later her cries turned to screams of joy.
Her husband began fucking in and out of her asshole immediately, sawing in an uneven rhythm as he tried to match the strokes of her son's cock in her cunt. They bucked and jerked inside her, and she groaned outloud as both husband and son skewered her like a helpless ragdoll between them. Each could feel the other's cock pulsating and driving excitedly through the thin membrane that separated the two twin passages, and in a moment they were fucking in rhythmic unison, their timing somehow coming together as they withdrew their cocks leaving only the head tips inside her. Her husband's was held by the tightly locked little sphincter ring, and her young teenage son's by the ragged pink-rimmed lips of her now insatiable cunt. Then suddenly, they both rammed forward simultaneously, driving deep back inside her, their stiffness pushing against each other's along the parallel channels of her cunt and rectal passage.
"Ohhh! Yeeeeeesss! Harder! Fuck me harderrrrrr!"
Then, as if in answer to her pleading screams, she was mercilessly buffeted between the two hotly pistoning cocks as they both reacted to her pleading cry. They fucked into her widespread groin in a constant rhythm, each to his separate orifice, each working together. It was like a living insanity, magnificently searing through all of their passion griped bodies.
The young teenage girl, Jessica, had never in her liffe seen anything like the sheer uncontrolled lust before her, and it made her own belly flame with tremendous intensity. She was compelled to take care of her own needs, and she dug her fingers into her cunt, finger fucking herself furiously in time to the two cocks driving up inside her young boyfriend's mother.
Their fucking was becoming faster and faster, all of them groaning and grunting their mutual passion as they neared orgasm, and Jessica stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable spectacle, seeing close up the tight rubbery flesh of the older woman's tightly clenched little rectum rolling in and out with the driving, deep plowing shaft of flesh in her rectum, while another cock skewered incessantly in the soaking pink flesh of her hungrily nibbling cunt. Barbara's tits were quivering crazily from the incessant force o, f the two ramming cocks, her mouth open, tongue licking around and around her saliva moistened lips as she neared orgasm.
The bizarre scene was so erotically overwhelming, the young teenage girl felt her own climax coming upon hwer with fantastic speed, and with a low, earthy grunt, she wormed two fingers of her other hand into the tight, already stretched orifice of her anus, as she jammed three fingers desperately in and out of her hotly lusting cunt.
"Ooouuu! Aaahhhhhh!" Barbara was screaming as she felt a building spasm violently jarring her belly. Never had anything been so wonderful, her son and husband fucking her nakedly sandwiched body at the same time with their huge cocks driving, side by side into her hungrily churning rectum and cunt. She loved it, all of the perverse and vile symbols making it so much better! She loved it... Suddenly her son's teenage cock drove deep up into her opening contracting cunt, the thick head swelling as it pushed to the fartherest depths of her womb, and he grunted and twisted beneath her.
"Uuuuuuggghhh! Aaaaaaggggggggg!" She felt the first white hot blast of cum strike her belly like a sizzling bolt of lightning, her son's cock spewing his sperm deep, deep up inside her contracting pussy, and as if waiting for the moment, her husband shoved hard forward, thrusting his suddenly intensely bursting cock deeper inside her greedily milking rectum.
"Oooooooooh, yeeeeeesssssssss! Oh God, "I'rnmmmmmccccccuuummmiiinnnggg!" Her body erupted with a cunt flooding orgasm of insanely exploding ecstasy as she felt the hot male liquid filling her rectum and pussy, both cocks jerking wildly up inside her belly, almost touching at the tips as they squirted out their orgasm. She bucked against the two instruments, her body a violent shivering spasm of thrilling lust. Their bodies were fused together by the heat of their passion, a fire so intense that at that moment, it burned indelibly forever into their passion-crazed minds.
