Chapter 7

When John awakened at six, Eva was sprawled nude, half on the bed, half off. He looked at her with distaste and went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower. Exactly eleven minutes later, he left the suite. He had hot tea and unbuttered toast in the coffee shop and then went directly to the stables. As he crossed the courtyard, he saw Roxanne waiting for him. She smiled and waved.

John had learned a great deal about Roxanne DeWinter in the past three days. She was forty-one years old and a widow. She married Abraham DeWinter when she was twenty-two and he was sixty-seven. He died of a stroke at eighty-four, leaving her a wealthy woman. It had been a good marriage as May-December marriages go, and since Abraham had been active up to the end, her sexual contacts outside her marriage had been few, yet she wasn't the frustrated widow she led John to believe. She had a seventeen-year-old son who was a robust, sexually advanced boy. He called his mother Roxy and she called him Ronny darling.

Roxy was quite the opposite of Eva, with dark brown hair, flashing brown eyes, and a chubby face with deep dimples in both cheeks. Her body, naturally, was much fuller than Eva's, though it was apparent that Eva would be built much the same when she reached her forties.

John was first attracted to her by her skill on the tennis court, and then her talent for bridge. He completely ignored his wife that night in bed. The next day, Roxy proved an excellent horseman and that afternoon she almost beat John at golf. Eva tagged close behind, seething with jealousy. At bridge that night, she let her knee slip between his thighs under the table and it excited him so that he forgot about his young bride. He fantasized about Roxy the whole sleepless night.

On the third day, Eva wasn't so persistent in keeping up, and he kissed Roxy for the first time. It was in the rough on the fourth hole; they were looking for Eva's ball. Roxy melted her lush body against him and gladly let him kiss her. They played footsie through the whole bridge game that night.

John felt the stirrings of illicit passion in his loins as he crossed the sunny courtyard. She was a magnificent-looking woman.

"Where is little Eva this morning?" Roxy said, when he came up to her.

"She got drunk again last night. She won't be going with us." he answered.

"I'm glad." she purred, stepping in close to him. Her hands came up to the side of his head and pulled his face down to hers. After a long, hard kiss, she pulled back. "My late husband drank a good deal, too." she said.

John felt the blood pounding in his temples, and he was glad that Eva was up on the bed drunk. The drunker the better. He slipped his arm around her waist and directed her into the stables. "Let's get our horses and go." he said.

Roxanne was wearing skin-tight riding breeches and a white, long-sleeved blouse that was open at the neck where she wore a red silk scarf. Her large tits bulged against the white material, the nipples sticking out like little knobs.

"I felt naughty this morning and didn't wear a brassiere." she said.

"Yes, I noticed." he said.

"Do you like me this way?"

"You can't imagine how much." His hand had moved up until it was against the bottom of her heavy tit. He turned her to him and kissed her again Her mouth was open this time, and his tongue moved in as if it belonged there.

"Oh, John." she moaned, "I wish I had met you before Eva."

"I do too." he gulped. He could feel her pussy mashing against his hard-on. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her tighter.

She moved her belly back and forth against him, exciting him even more. As they hunched and kissed, she moved him backwards towards an open stall; she didn't bother to push the door closed.

There was a horse blanket conveniently spread across a pile of straw and she pushed him over backwards and came down on top of him. She straddled him lewdly and started dry humping, her mouth covering his. She knew he would play hell getting her breeches off, and it excited her. She enjoyed it when a man had to work to get at her pussy.

"I think I love you, John." she said. "The catch and zipper is on the side."

"Oh, Jesus!" John said, his hand groping. He got the catch open and fumbled clumsily at the zipper, finally working it all the way down. She kept humping against him as he tried to push the breeches down her wide hips.

"Hurry, John, hurry." she gasped. "I need you so bad."

He was sweating profusely when he finally got them halfway down her thighs. He gripped the cheeks of her generous ass, his fingers sliding into the deep cleft and almost accidentally probing at her tight, puckered asshole.

"Oh, God, that feels good. I never wear panties under riding pants. The coarse material feels so good against my cunt when I'm on horseback. I can actually come that way. I'll raise up so you can get unzipped and take your prick out."

"Oh, Jesus." John said, fumbling at his fly. He got it out, but it wouldn't go between her thighs they were pressed together so tightly by the pants.

"You'll have to take them off." she said, rolling off him onto her back.

He got to his knees and tugged at her pants. "You'll have to take my boots of first, darling." she said. He got her boots off and then finally her riding pants. She spread her legs open and placed a hand on each fat thigh. "Kiss it, honey." she said.

John looked at the great hairy gash and hesitated.

Well, at least take your pants down and put something in it." she demanded.

He got his pants down to his knees and dropped on top of her. She found him with her hand and guided his cock into the wet, hairy mass between her thighs. Her cuntlips opened and sucked his cock inside.

A squat, ugly young man stood at the door to the stall watching, his massive cock sticking from his dirty jeans. He grinned and wrapped his hand around his prick and stroked the thick foreskin off the huge, bulbous head. He knew that John Richardson would get it good; the widow DeWinter was one fine fuck. He knew because he had fucked her here in this same stall the day that John and his bride had arrived and then again each night after the bridge game had ended.

Roxy gasped with pleasure as John's cock pushed in to the hilt. "Ooooh, it's been so long, darling, so long since I've had this." Her thighs came up against his hips as she locked her ankles behind his back. "Get it all in... I need it, I need it!

Her cunt closed like a vise around his cock and he knew he couldn't last long. He felt cum rising from his balls like a garden hose filling with water.

"Not yet... not yet!" Roxy gasped, driving her cunt up to meet his insipid thrusts. But it was too late, John's cock was spurting jizz in gobs of saved-up lust.

She moaned with despair when he pulled out and his cock shriveled to nothing before her eyes.

"We'd better leave separately." John said, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers. "We wouldn't want to be seen."

"Of course not." Roxy said, her cunt aching with desire. "Light me a cigarette before you go."

John lit a cigarette and stepped over and put it in her waiting fingers. And then he was gone. Roxy sighed and drew deeply on her cigarette.

She lay with her legs open and inviting, her mouth on the cigarette, when the ugly youth reappeared. His cock still hung from his open pants. It was easily ten inches long and not completely erect.

Roxy looked up at him and smiled. "Come in and close the door behind you." she said. "How long have you been watching?"

"For a while." he said, and giggled foolishly.

"Come here and kiss me, darling." she said, raising her knees and spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "You're not afraid to kiss my cunt, are you?"

He came to her and kneeled between her legs. His ugly, pimple covered face lowered into her crotch. It was pungent and oozing John's cum.

"Eat my cunt, Donny, suck the rich man's jizz out of my pussy and make me come." she cried hoarsely.

"Eat the rich man's jizz." Donny said, and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue was thick and rough as it pushed up into her hole and one of his fat fingers had already found her asshole.

Roxy grunted with animal pleasure, holding him tightly by the ears as he ate her out. She came very hard and pushed his head away. "Now use that magnificent cock on me!" she pleaded.

Donny got to his feet. "Have to piss first." he said. He stood where she could watch and peed until there was a large puddle, then he pulled at his cock until it stretched out to an unbelievable twelve inches. It jutted from his grimy jeans like an obscene club, its huge glans, bloated and purple, still half-sheathed in the thick foreskin.

"Lay down on me, Donny. Get it in quick... I need it!" Roxy cried, her eyes fixed on the huge column.

"Rich man not very good?" Donny asked.

"Rich man terrible, a bum fuck. Now do it like it's supposed to be done."

The ugly boy came down on top of her and pressed his fat lips to her mouth. She opened slightly and his coarse tongue rolled inside. Her hands grabbed at his monstrous cock, pressing the huge knob to her cunt. He hunched roughly and she squealed with pain and pleasure as her cuntlips gaped open and peeled back his foreskin.

"My God, you must be bigger than the horses you tend." she gasped when eight inches had been imbedded inside her.

"Big mare in next stall think so." Donny grunted hunching for more penetration.

"Not really?" Roxy cried.

"Really."

"You've got to let me watch... ooh, that hurts!"

"Can't. Wrong time of month. Mare won't let me." He was pushing in the last two inches.

Roxy's legs splayed further apart. "Oh, Jesus, Donny... I think I can take it all this time. God, but it's good! Push it all in!" She felt the cold, sharp metal of his zipper and knew she had the whole foot inside her.

Donny liked it when he could get it all in. Most women couldn't take it all. He had better than nine inches when he was fourteen and had been fucking grown women since he was ten.

Roxy lay beneath him moaning, tears running from her eyes. After the second orgasm she had lost count, going into a daze of sexual bliss, one massive orgasm that didn't seem to end. She slipped slowly from reality, her body loose, yet still lifting to meet each thrust.

"Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come." Donny chanted, drawing part way out and then slamming back in. He felt the massive load of jizz swell his prick and yanked out, and with the expertise of practice, guided his cock to her face where he squirted gob after gob of his thick, pasty slime over her lips. Her lips opened and he pressed his cock in and jacked off until he was dry.

The brutish boy stood and grinned at the job he had done, his teeth spaced like a picket fence. He grasped his cock and stretched the foreskin back into place, wiping the ooze with his hand and then onto his pants. He left the stall, stuffing his monstrous organ back into his pants.

Roxy roused from her stupor, her cunt still twitching, and struggled back into her skin-tight riding pants. Her pussy was sore. A hot tub and a gin and tonic were in order.

Eva was still in bed when John returned. He decided he really hadn't enjoyed it with Roxy like he thought he would. It had been too quick, and she had been too aggressive, and the pangs of guilt gnawed at him. He felt even worse after he got Eva up and watched her bent over the stool. She was a very sick girl.

It was almost noon when he got her dressed and down to the coffee shop when he forced her to eat a soft boiled egg and drink several cups of black coffee. It didn't seem to help. She still felt terrible.

Roxy saw them in the coffee shop. The bath had done wonders; she felt marvelous. "You look terrible, Eva." she said. "What you need is a drink."

"My God, Roxy, that's what's the matter with her now! Too much to drink." John exclaimed.

"Sometimes a little hair of the dog is the only remedy." She took Eva by the arm. "Come along, Eva, Roxy will make you feel better."

Eva wobbled to her feet and followed Roxy into the bar. She was too sick to do anything else.

The bar was deserted. Roxy pushed Eva into a booth and ordered her a double shot. Eva gagged and almost threw up, but she got it down. She was working on her second one when John arrived.

"Slide. in here beside me, John." Roxy said

He slid in, a worried look on his face. "Is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine." Roxy said. She half-turned and put her mouth against John's. Her tongue glided into his mouth.

He jerked back. "Roxy, don't. Not in front of... His voice trailed off.

Roxy dropped her hand under the table and put it on John's knee, inching upwards until her palm rested softly on his cock. An hour ago, she thought she had had enough for one day, but it was terribly exciting to make a play for John with his sick little bride watching. She pulled his hand down under her skirt onto her bare thigh.

John puffed back at first, but then relaxed and let her push it up her thigh to her crotch. She hadn't worn panties and her legs opened.

"Play with me," she whispered, "but be gentle, I'm a little sore. You're so big down there."

John felt a stupid pride as his male ego swelled. He massaged her softly, probing at her hairy hole. He soon had two fingers deep in her cunt, his guilt forgotten. Roxy smiled with pleasure, moaning softly, while Eva, oblivious to it all, nursed at her third whiskey.

"I have an idea. Let's all go swimming, it's such a nice day," Roxy said, leaning back and enjoying John's fingers in her cunt.

"Oh, I don't think so. Eva feels so bad." John said.

"I'm feeling better." Eva said, looking up from the table. "Yes, I think I'd like to go swimming."

They went to their respective suites to get ready. John was in his trunks, getting the towels when Roxy came in. She came right in the bedroom. She was wearing a tiny white bikini that covered nothing but her big brown nipples and most of her pussy hair, the rest of which crept out around the edges. She had a marvelous tan. Her body was so full that it was breathtaking, yet not bulgy and hanging with loose fat. Everything, as much as it was, seemed to be necessary. Her long brown hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her huge tits bulged and flopped and looked like they would pull her over onto her face.

She approached John and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, darling." she said.

"Eva will be out of the bathroom in a minute." John said.

"Kiss me." she said again.

He kissed her hard on the mouth, and before he knew what she was doing, her hand was inside his trunks. She grasped his cock and thrilled at the feel of it swelling in her hand.

Eva came out of the bathroom. "Oh." she said softly.

John jerked back, pulling her hand from his trunks. He turned away and pushed his cock back in place. Eva wasn't looking at John, though. Her eyes were on Roxy.

"God, you look sexy." she said.

You're not too bad yourself." Roxy said with a smile.

Eva's bikini was red, and if it didn't reveal as much as Roxy's, it was only because there wasn't as much to reveal.

"Let's go." Roxy said, taking John's hand.

Eva quickly took his other hand.

They found a table at poolside and Roxy and John sat down. "I'm going in." Eva cried and raced for the pool.

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

"I hate the water and I don't swim very well." John said. "I'm staying right here."

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

The waiter came by the table and Roxy ordered martinis for everyone.

"You'd better slow it down, Roxy. Eva will get drunk again," John said.

"Yes," Roxy answered. "Very drunk, I hope."

John realized what she was doing and gave her a strange look, yet he didn't change the order.

"Eva seems to be having such a good time in the water, why don't we go for a walk?" Roxy said.

"I'm afraid it would be a little too obvious."

"More obvious than this?" Roxy said, leaning forward and putting her hand on his crotch.

"My God, Roxy, not in public." John cried.

She pulled her chair closer and pushed a finger inside the leg band of his trunks. "I'd let you fuck me right here and now if you wanted to." she said huskily.

She didn't remove her finger when Eva came up, dripping wet. Eva glanced quickly, noticing both the finger and the bulge in her husband's trunks. She diverted her eyes to the martini on the table. "For me?" she asked, and lifted it to her lips. "I'm going back in." she said when the glass was empty. "A couple of boys found a pair of swim suits on the bottom of the pool."

"How did they get there?" John asked.

"Looks like someone took a midnight swim, or something. One was a boy's suit, the other a girl's." Eva answered, her eyes sparkling.

"Right here in the pool?" Roxy said, her finger curling down under John's cool balls. "It's terrible what some people will do."

"Order me another drink. I'm going-back in to see if they find anything else." Eva said. She knew they wouldn't, but it was embarrassing to stand there while Roxy tickled her husband's cock with her finger. She plunged back into the water.

Roxy waved at the waiter with her free hand.

John moved back, pulling her finger from his trunks. "Roxy, you've got to stop that."

"I wish you'd let me take it out right here."

"Well, I won't." John said.

"If you would, I'd get down on my hands and knees and suck it."

The waiter had arrived and John turned red. Roxy looked up and said, "Another martini, please." She smiled, and put her hand back on John's crotch. "Just one." she added.

The waiter walked away unruffled. He had watched the decadent rich play their perverted games many times before. His cock bulged hard against his pants.

When Eva returned, John had scooted his chair away from Roxy's. "Let's go and get dressed." he said.

"I have a full drink." Eva said, taking the glass in both hands.

"Well, then, drink it. I'll get sunburned if I stay any longer." he snapped.

Eva poured the drink down and took John's hand. "Okay, let's go." she said. "I feel great now, and I'm starved. I want to take a shower and then we can have lunch."

Roxy got up and took John's other hand. "I'll come up with you while you change." she said.