Chapter 6

Her crude, urgent cry was exactly what Ralph had wanted to hear. He stepped out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his undershorts down over his hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Arlene had begged him to fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working vigorously between her hotly open thighs.

She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually spoken the words. But she had, and they couldn't be unsaid now.

It wasn't a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of the situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb - numb mentally - uninterested in all the social taboos that declared her behavior wrong and indecent. She only knew what she needed. Sex.

It was happening. Her dark, dirty fantasy was about to come true, and she wasn't even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the mattress and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her housecoat. She heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet on top of the vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.

She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.

His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.

She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis pressing into her thigh. His hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of her vagina with his young able fingers.

"Mmmfff!" she groaned into his mouth. "Oh, Ralph! I need it, do whatever you want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come."

Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn't stifle them. It was as if a dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled through the broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had no power over her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more and more liquid to flow out of her vagina onto Ralph's skillful fingers.

"Fuck, fuck!" she moaned hysterically.

"Roll over," he demanded, and she was surprised to hear how controlled his voice sounded despite his obvious arousal.

He's experienced! she realized. He's been fucking a lot of women! His authoritative tone made her all the more eager to obey. She turned all the way over, her hot, hard nipples now pressing into the sheets below. At first she held her thighs locked together. Ralph's hand had been forced from her pussy when she'd turned, and now there was no physical contact between them - only his hot breath crashing against the back of her neck as he hovered above her. Then she felt compelled to spread her legs, and she did so. She felt wicked and excited, the knowledge that his lecherous young eyes were feasting on her buttocks making her wild with desire.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, God, oh!"

"Kneel up," he ordered.

Again she obeyed instantly, thrusting her ass up and folding her knees beneath her. Her shoulders remained on the mattress.

He positioned himself behind her, his knees inside hers. He gripped her waist, pulling her hips higher. His stiff, throbbing cock rubbed between her thighs. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She squirmed and moaned hotly. He made several jabbing lunges with his pelvis, stabbing at her cunt but not entering.

"Don't tease!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything, but don't tease!"

She felt him move back away from her, and she loosed a hollow groan of disappointment.

Then she felt something hot against her vaginal lips - his breath. He had his mouth near her exposed cunt and he was breathing harshly.

"No!" she whimpered. She hardly ever let her husband kiss her there. It was wrong, sordid, unnatural.

But Ralph's lips were almost touching her vagina. He was gazing hotly at the elongated, glistening slit - and his mouth was getting nearer, nearer.

"Oh, no, don't!" she hissed. But his breath felt so good.

And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh.

"No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"

He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully.

"Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young boy praised, continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.

His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more depraved? she wondered. She was on her husband's bed letting a mere boy slurp and suck at her vagina while making lewd comments - and she wasn't even fighting him. Worse than that, she was beginning to saw back and forth, pressing her cunt right up against his open mouth. It all seemed so evil to Arlene.

"You want me to stop sucking your cunt, Mrs. French?" he teased, confident of what the now crazy woman's answer would be.

The words poured out of her; she couldn't stop them. "No, don't stop! I want you to suck my cunt! I-I love it!"

Now she was rocking madly back and forth. Her head was turned sideways against the mattress, her blonde hair falling across her face and nearly obliterating her contorted features.

He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing the entire length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited by the feeling of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and shifted in response to his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill's mother to be this hot in bed! he mused.

His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra and up to tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his head going right with her as she lunged back and forth. His cheeks brushed against her sticky thighs, his nose buried itself between her clasping buttocks.

What fun it was tormenting this uptight bitch, Ralph thought. But his cock was aching for release and he could hardly contain himself any longer.

"Want me to make you come?" he mumbled, his voice now uneven with lust, less masterful than before.

"Yes!" she wailed, and just at that very instant she felt her muscles ripping apart. She threw her arms fitfully out to her sides, she tightened her leg muscles, she sucked her stomach in painfully then thrust it far out, she groaned laboriously, and she came. And came, and came.

While the incomprehensibly delicious spasms continued to rock her body, Ralph came up flush behind her and slipped his cock into her contracting vagina.

Arlene was so delirious that it took her several seconds to realize he had made the penetration. When it dawned on her that he had slipped the whole massive bulk of his penis into her and that she had felt no pain, she became still wilder. Her dream lover was fucking her. All those afternoons and nights of masturbating and thinking of Ralph. And now it was true. She ground her hips back at him while her climax consumed her. The lubricants oozed from the spasming walls of her cunt, surrounding his erection in a juicy ocean of female come.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she ranted. "Ralph! Fuck!"

He had known he was hot when he'd inserted his cock. But he hadn't realized how close to coming he was. Mrs. French was jerking around tumultuously, her cunt clutching desperately at his erection, making his balls tighten and sending him to the very verge of ejaculation.

He tried to warn her. "Not so hard! You'll make me shoot!"

Her only response was to stare back between her legs through the hair that had fallen across her eyes. She saw his cock slicing in and out of her, the staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd, wonderful sight. She cried, "Yes! Come inside me! I want all of it! Fuck!"

She kept coming.

She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His cock had been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his stroke as he readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw his skin work back tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft trembled and she could almost see the path his sperm took as it shot from his balls up the length of his erection.

He jammed it in all the way, burying himself into her humid passage, his balls slamming against her clitoris as the first searing jet of sperm splashed from his cock.

Her climax had begun to ebb, but the first spurt of semen crashing against her cervix gave renewed life to her orgasm.

She screamed out again and again, her wails broken by gasps and sobs. Her eyes remained opened. She continued to stare between her legs as Ralph fucked his load into her. He pressed his belly harshly into her tensed buttocks and rocked furiously with her, the bed groaning beneath them.

A second shot of sperm collided with her womb, a third, a fourth. One jet after another sent her to the farthest limits of lust. She watched the sperm seep slowly out of her vagina, at first milky white, then clearer and more glittery as it trickled down her thighs, mingling with the juice and perspiration already coating her flesh.

"You're a great fuck, Mrs. French!" he praised with an exhausted sigh after the last of his semen had been emptied into her.

She collapsed to her stomach, stretching out flat on the sweat- soaked sheets, his cock shrinking but still inside her. It was over.

Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her brain. Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.

She lay perfectly still, not wanting to speak or be spoken to - not even wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt suddenly empty. She hoped he would go away and never come back. She wished she could sleep and wake to find it had all been a dream - like all those others.

But then, she wasn't sure how many minutes later, his hands were touching her again. He was tugging at her shoulder, trying to coax her onto her back.

She fought him, twisting her shoulder back down against the sheet. She didn't want to face him. She couldn't possibly face him, not now with his sperm still swirling hotly around in her just-fucked cunt. She could never face him again.

In a whisper savage with conviction, she said, "Get out of my bedroom!"

"You sure change your mind in a hurry," Ralph observed. "Five minutes ago you were begging for it! Now you got what you needed, so you think you can act snooty again!"

His words stung her.

"Please leave," she gasped.

But he ignored her and said, "You'll never be the same again, Mrs. French. You've done it now, and you can't take it back, so you might as well have some more fun. I know you want some more!"

She couldn't believe these were the words of a sixteen-year-old boy. She felt oddly as if he were the mature one and she were just a naive young girl. But she must fight against him - she must!

Unexpectedly he rolled away from her, and she felt the mattress bounce as he got off the bed. Could he be leaving? Had her ordeal ended? Then she heard the drone of the vibrator. He had picked it off the carpet and switched it on. He had the tool of her masturbation in his hand. Her brain swam through a sea of humiliation.