Bitterness welled up in Paul Masters' heart. As usual, he was horny. But the logical answer to his horniness, lying in bed just a few feet away, failed to turn him on.
Not that Helen, his wife, wasn't a good-looking enough woman. At forty-five, she still had a stunning, big-titted figure, and her handsome face was framed by a thick fall of lustrous dark hair. A little help from Clairol, admittedly, but still quite a head of hair.
Nor did the fact that Paul had three gorgeous daughters detract from his wife's good looks. Uh-uh. It wasn't the looks that turned Paul Masters off. It was the fact he and Helen had been married for twenty-five years. Twenty-five years sharing the same bed, the same cunt, the same cock.
Both of them ridiculously faithful. Paul realized how ridiculous it was now. If only they had had the guts to go out and get laid on the side years ago… then maybe a little fire might have returned to their marriage.
Faithfulness can become a habit. It becomes almost frightening to break it. At fifty, Paul didn't think he had the courage to go out and find a new piece of ass. The old one would have to do.
Helen looked up as her husband crawled into bed beside her. The look on his face, the set of his shoulders, warned her it was going to happen again. He was going to try to fuck her.
Not that Helen wasn't horny, too. Her body was literally drying up from frustration. But Helen had been brought up on the idea that sex is mainly a man's thing. That a woman doesn't really get horny the way a man does. Intellectually, she'd shit-canned that idea years ago. She wasn't a stupid woman.
But the early training lingered on in her very cells. For years she'd managed to bury deep in her subconscious the fact she was literally dying of, sexual neglect. Her disease made itself known in the shape of various neuroses and lingering complaints, for which she took a great variety of pills.
Even when Paul fucked her, which was rare, she received no satisfaction from it. Both of them were responsible for that. He really didn't turn her on any more. She didn't quite know why. She had been taught that marriage and love is forever. Nobody had warned her about boredom.
And Paul performed his husbandly function merely to pop his nuts. He might as well have masturbated, which he did frequently enough anyway. Helen, when he fucked her, was a convenient warm wet hole. Only she wasn't wet that much any more.
Both Helen and Paul, when they dared think about it, could look back on the passionately sexy early years of their marriage. They had loved to fuck! But petty arguments, too much everyday closeness, and the boredom of staring into the same face, the same tits, the same groin, the same cunt, year after year, had taken its toll.
Helen stiffened as Paul moved close to her. She was wearing a nightgown. She always did, to protect her body, cover it up. Paul's hand stole out and started sliding up one leg.
"Paul…" Helen said, complaining, moving away a little.
Paul blew up. His temper had become quicker and quicker.
"Damn it!" he snarled. "It isn't like I was after you every night! It's been over a month since we fucked!"
Helen shuddered. "Do you have to use that horrible word?"
She was still moving away as Paul's hand persisted, sliding higher up her leg. On the inside, where it was the most sensitive. If she moved any farther away, she would fall right off the edge of the bed. She gritted her teeth. Her mind and body told her to make Paul stop what he was doing. She didn't want to fuck him. Not in the mood he was in. There was nothing in his manner but anger and bitterness.
But Helen's conscience made her hold still while her husband's hand stole closer and closer to her quailing cunt. After all… it was a wife's duty wasn't it? So her mother had always told her. After all, her mother had been a good Christian woman. A local pillar of the church. Helen's mother had been dead for years. Long enough for Helen to forget her narrow, pinched, hate-filled face and turn her into a saintly memory.
"Uh!" Helen gasped a little when Paul's hand finally made contact with her cunt.
He was so rough. His fingers dug straight up into her pussy-slit. No tenderness at all. Paul was wearing a hard-on inside his baggy pajama bottoms. All he wanted to do was spurt its hot load up into an appropriate hole.
"Oooowwww!" Helen whimpered as Paul shoved his finger straight up into her cunt. She felt the dry, tight opening stretch painfully.
"Oooowwww?" Paul said mockingly. "Is that all you can say?" He was tired of his wife's reluctance, too worn down with the years to think much about his part in her unwillingness.
A lack of congenial sex wasn't the only thing wearing Paul down. For twenty-five years he'd been a faithful employee of a huge industrial conglomerate. Without much education of his own, he'd worked his way up to field engineer. Having started from way down the ladder, his rather good job awed him. He lived in fear of losing it, and the good salary that came with it.
Unfortunately, his callous, power-hungry superiors, sensing Paul's emotional dependence on the job, made him suffer constantly, hinting darkly of impending lay-offs. Running Paul's ass ragged, treating him like a servant, letting his excellent work go unnoticed, other than to make themselves look good to their own superiors.
Paul didn't dare think about all this consciously. He might have committed murder if he had. But the simmering frustration grew in him, making him a bitter man. Now they had transferred him to another town. He didn't mind the change of location. It was a nice town, nicer than the last. But his job responsibilities had been changed. All the shit jobs would be coming his way now.
Full of simmering bitterness, Paul drove his finger farther up into his wife's flannel-dry cunt. Helen gritted her teeth. She'd be damned if she made another sound. She even let Paul spread her legs open wide, as he shifted his weight, rolling over on top of her.
Not much foreplay. But then, his finger up inside her dry cunt didn't feel very good anyhow. Helen shuddered as she thought how much worse his swollen cock would feel, so much thicker and longer than his finger.
Paul pulled his cock out through the opening in the front of his pajama bottoms. He didn't even bother to take them off. Helen's nightgown he hitched up above her waist, baring her dark-furred cunt.
"Take it easy this time… please…" Helen grunted.
Paul didn't pay much attention. His cock, hard as a rock, was throbbing painfully after a month with no pussy. He guided its bloated tip up towards Helen's tense cunt.
One try at ramming the mammoth rod up into his wife's dry hole convinced him it wasn't going to be an easy ride. He spit on his fingers, then rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock. Now, when he pushed, the rigid shaft slipped in a little ways.
"Nnnggghhhhhh!" Helen moaned.
It hurt! But she bit down on her lower lip, determined not to beg. Her body quivered with pain as Paul started ramming his cock forward in quick little jerks, trying to worm its bloated girth up inside her tight, juiceless cunt-hole.
Finally he got his prick in all the way. Rising up on his stiffened anus, Paul stared down at his wife, ready to start fucking. He looked at the mounded rise of her tits underneath her nightgown. With a start, he realized he hadn't actually seen his wife's naked tits for months. He wondered if he really wanted to anyhow.
Paul's face twisted as he started ramming his bloated rod in and out, of Helen's unresponding cunt. But it wasn't lust contorting his features. It was bitterness and hatred. Not for the woman who lay unmoving under him. But for the whole ghastly world of fear and tension he moved in from day to day. Helen barely existed for him at that moment.
The panting man tried to concentrate on the feel of his cock up inside his wife's cunt. God damn! He could feel his rod swelling larger and larger. He was going to shoot off soon! No point in making it last any longer than necessary. Neither he nor Helen was enjoying it that much. The important thing was getting rid of the horrible pressure that had been building up in his sex-starved balls for so long.
"Uunnnh… uuuggghhh!" Paul grunted. He was starting to cum. His balls tightened drawing up towards the base of his cock, ready to spew their hot liquid load.
Helen felt her husband's cock begin to twitch and jerk up inside her pain-racked cunt. Disgust warred with relief. She hated the mess his jizz made as it dripped back out her snatch. But at least Paul's sperm would make her slippery inside and she wouldn't hurt so much. And this unwanted fuck would be over.
Paul grabbed big handfuls of sheet in his hands as the first hot bursts of sperm shot along the length of his shuddering cock. God damn, it felt good! He buried every inch of the spouting rod up inside Helen's snatch. She instantly became slick inside. Now he could really fuck!
Grunting and straining, Paul plowed his gushing shaft up into Helen's unresisting cunt. His teeth gritted, his eyes screwed up in concentration. All for himself. It was hard, at that moment, for Paul to even admit Helen existed.
Helen did her wifely duty, lying quietly, her face blank as her husband poured the last of his unwanted sperm up into her numb cunt. She felt him gradually run down. Finally, he collapsed limply on top of her, panting. Now it was her turn.
"Are you finished?" she asked coldly.
Paul grunted something unintelligible. She didn't care whether it was yes or no.
"Then get off me," she said.
Tiredly Paul rolled from his wife's still body. His cock trailed cum across her inner thigh. While Paul lay beside her, Helen grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedstand and began carefully, loathingly, cleaning every vestige of her husband's cum from her cuntal area.
Paul lay staring up at the ceiling. Now that it was over, he hated himself for the way he had used his wife. But he didn't have enough fight left in him to make amends. Instead, he closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. He'd make it right in his dreams.
Helen let the last sticky tissue flutter down onto the floor next to the bed. Too numb to move, she lay staring up at the same spot on the ceiling that had so fascinated Paul. He slept on beside her, a million miles away. Helen made a half-hearted attempt to pull down her nightgown, but gave up, leaving her still-sticky cunt gaping nakedly.
Dot was horrified. She'd seen the whole ugly, loveless scene between her parents. Coming home early, with Sue still at Emma's, she apparently hadn't made enough noise to alert her parents they weren't alone in the house. Their bedroom door was half ajar.
Dot had been on the way to her room, which took her past that half-open door. There was enough light in her parents' bedroom for her to see what was happening. The total lack of passion between the fucking couple made her feel sick. She began by feeling sorry for her mother, because of the way she'd been used.
But Dot was a sensitive, intelligent girl. She knew about the strain her father was under at work. How impotent he felt. She began to appreciate some of the factors that might force him into such loveless behavior.
"Poor Mom… poor Dad," she whispered to herself as she tiptoed to her room. Dot loved both her parents. Cold toward one another, they were as loving to their three daughters as their crippled emotional state permitted.
"What can I do to help?" Dot wondered aloud. How strange it would be to lecture her own mother on the joys of sex! She knew what the reaction would be – stony silence or horrified outrage. No… not much she could do for her mother.
Then Dot remembered what she had said to Emma earlier. That she'd be willing to sleep with her own father if it would help free his frozen emotions!
An icy feeling stole over the girl. God, what a weird thought! Easy to say something like that casually, but now, after seeing just how bad it was between her father and mother, the idea took on immediacy.
She might actually have to do it! Fuck her own father!
But could she? Dot, nineteen years old and very sexy, forced her mind to dwell on the idea of fucking her father. He sure was good-looking enough. Trim and muscular even at fifty. And the glimpse she had got of his cock before it slipped into her mother's cunt was pretty impressive.
The longer Dot let this forbidden idea simmer in her mind, the more excited she got. The forbidden always turned her on. Like the time she had fucked the choir boy behind the altar at church. One of the reasons she had gotten so excited over Jack was that he was her big sister's boy friend. Technically, forbidden territory.
But could anything be more forbidden than fucking her own father? Earlier in the day, Dot would have been unable to seriously consider the idea. But after the incestuous lesbian scene between herself and her sisters, nothing really seemed too far out any longer.
Dot's cunt simmered with excitement. She suddenly realized that she'd had a crush on her father ever since she was a little girl. She remembered seeing his cock once, years ago, only half-hard. But she'd never forgotten. Now there was the chance she might have that well-remembered fatherly cock buried up inside her horny little twat.
Dot fought with her conscience. It was wrong! But on the other hand, it might save her mother and father's marriage. Having seen the grim fuck in her parents' dimly lit bedroom, Dot couldn't imagine how two people so turned off to one another could go on living together, not realizing that her parents were not all that abnormal a couple.
Slowly, the girl convinced herself that she owed it to her parents to give it a try. To make an attempt at seducing her own father.
But how? She couldn't just walk up and say, "Dad… I think it's time we fucked. I've been thinking about it for years."
No… she'd kind of have to sneak up on him. Find a way to seduce the obviously horny man. That shouldn't be too hard, judging from the frantic way he'd fucked her mother. Unless his fear of incest was greater than her own.
Dot knew she couldn't do much tonight. She slowly undressed and got into bed naked. Her hand stole down towards her cunt. Tonight, when she masturbated, she was going to have a new fantasy – the thought of her father's big cock sliding up into her horny little cunt.