Chapter 11

The Walker household had been a happy one before Sue and Dan arrived. Since then, the lot of each one of the Walkers had improved greatly. It was directly due to the presence of Sue, the beautiful blonde that Don had brought all the way across the country to show to his mother, his father and his teen-aged brother.

When he woke up the morning after he had eaten Sue's pussy and fucked her, Luke was overcome with guilt-and with lust. He knew he must never let any such thing happen again. But he knew also that he would always treasure the memory of the hot eager loving of the twenty-three-year-old sexual dynamo. To make up to Lucy for the sin she did not know he had committed, he attacked her with even more lustful fervor than the increased dosage he had been demonstrating lately.

Lucy had never been so thrilled. Sure that her body and her marriage had been exiled to unexciting middle age, the graying blonde had immersed herself in classes and in volunteer work. With her husband's hard cock to give her a second lease on youth, she was spending more time on herself. Spending more time lolling in bed reliving the aftermath of a rousing night's fuck.

Sue had sat down again with young Dick and explained very carefully why they should be lovers no more. The boy had been sad, but not so desperate as he had been before. The reason was that the new confidence Sue had instilled in him with her hungry cunt had got Dick his very own woman-Elise Nelson, the prettiest girl in the class, had accepted Dick's invitation to a show. By their second date, she had proved her eagerness to ride his hard young cock. Dick and Elise were practically going steady, and Dick was the happiest kid in his class.

Only Sue was not benefiting from the general positive effects of her wanton escapades. The time for hers and Dan's departure was growing near, and Dan wanted to tell his family that he and Sue would be getting married. Sue was reluctant. Dan had been even more loving and supportive the last few days than he had been before. He was such a good man! She could not get over the horrible feeling that she had let him down. She had cuckolded him with his father and his brother! She wasn't worthy of him!

The blonde had never been one to spend much time feeling guilty. It was a relatively new experience for her. She just couldn't shake the sense that Dan was so much more honest, so much more willing to commit himself than she was. The only way she could feel right about asking that commitment would be if he knew exactly what he was getting into; if he new exactly what kind of woman she was.

Sue had an overpowering urge to confess!

But even when the urge was upon her, Sue wasn't simple enough to think she could possibly tell Dan about her sexual exploits with his dad and his brother. The repercussions might be dreadful. It might split up the entire family. If Dan lost his cool and told his mother, it might mean the end of Luke's and Lucy's relationship, as well as hers and Dan's.

No. She couldn't be that reckless. If she were going to unburden her conscience, it was going to have to be in a way that would not affect anyone else.

She went down to the local park one warm morning, to be alone, to brood about the things she had done that she had seemed to have no control over-and the consequences that were binding her. For three months, she had gone along without even thinking about another man. What had happened to her? Why had she been so attracted to the two men it was least in her interest to be attracted to? What kind of pervert was she?

So involved was she in her thoughts, Sue did not even notice that someone was sifting near her on the grass, watching her. When she did notice, she was startled. She cried out a little in fright.

The boy who was watching her grinned. His eyes bored into hers, giving her no place to hide. His frank, open face appealed to her. She pinned back at him.

He moved a little closer to her on the grass. Sue could see now that he was not quite so young as she had thought. He had a slight build, but be was easily eighteen.

"You must have been thinking about something awfully hard. Most people are so nervous when they're out in public, they're always on guard for strangers."

She liked him. He sounded intelligent and honest. Talking to him made her feel less weird than she had been feeling lately. It was because for the first time in days she was talking to someone not involved in her awful secret.

"You don't seem to be very much on guard. You look like you've got all the time in the world to talk to strangers. What do you do? Are you in school or something?"

"I should be, but frankly I'm tired of it. I'm thinking of trying to do something more interesting with my life."

"Like what?"

"Like getting to know beautiful women in the park." She laughed. He was a rascal. She liked him for it.

He offered her some coffee out of his thermos and came closer to hand it to her. When he was sitting right next to her, she felt the forbidden tingles in her cunt. Her pussy throbbed.

He was awfully handsome in his boyish way. He was bold and outgoing, like Luke, but soft and pretty and watchful, like Dick. It seemed ridiculous to be making such comparisons, but they were there, staring her in the face. She felt her body quiver with desire for him. She drank the coffee hurriedly, as if it were medicine that would cure her of her growing excitement.

"Funny. I wouldn't have thought you were the quiet type." He was still watching her closely. She was afraid he might have figured out what was so big on with her. She looked around them, hoping to divert his attention to someone else. But she realized the place where they were sifting was very secluded. She had come here to be alone; now, she was afraid of being alone.

She giggled nervously. "You're right. I'm not, usually. Just this morning... I'm kind of thinking about things."

He took the coffee cup from her shaking hands. "Like what things?"

"Like... I don't know... things..."

Suddenly he was over her, pushing her down onto the grass with the weight of his body. "Like these kinds of things?" he half-whispered. His lips found hers. They were soft and eager, but bold and forceful, too. She did not know if she could have resisted him if she had tried. She did not know, because she did not try.