Chester Malcolm was forty-eight, wore glasses, and was getting bald. He also had a paunch. He ran a hardware store in town.
His pale, somewhat watery eyes showed a strange light when he looked at Susan – and he looked at her a lot – but he had never put a hand on her or said anything out of line.
He was married to a stern little woman with a dumpy figure, and Susan speculated that if they ever had sex it couldn't be very good for him. She felt sorry for him in a vague way, but she was no altruist where sex was concerned. She had her own problems.
After dinner that night, Clara Malcolm went to her weekly club meeting, and Chester settled down with his pipe in front of the TV. Susan entered the living room after having finished grading the math papers in her room.
"Well hello, little lady!" Chester said, and rose.
"You don't have to do that whenever I walk in," Susan told him with a smile. "I'm only a boarder, after all."
"But you're a mighty pretty young woman, and you deserve courtesy," Chester said.
He was a nice man, she concluded. She took a chair near his and crossed her legs. Feeling his gaze, a quick glance told her that he was admiring her trim knees. She glanced back at the detective show on TV.
Uncle Harry had been about Chester's age when he had "attacked" her, if that was the word. He hadn't actually penetrated her, but he had felt her up and down and taken her clothes off and kissed her between the legs until she would have let him do anything. He had just unlimbered his big cock when his younger sister – Susan's mother – stormed into the room. Susan had never forgotten how his prick had suddenly gone limp as spaghetti.
Chester stood. "How about a little after-dinner drink?"
Susan smiled. "Oh, no. I really couldn't."
"Come on. I'm gonna have one. You wouldn't want me to drink alone, would you?"
Maybe a drink is just what you need. Susan told herself. Anyway, old Chester isn't going to try to seduce you. He wouldn't dare.
If she had thought about it at the time, she would have concluded the same thing about Uncle Harry.
"Well, maybe a little one," Susan said.
Beaming, Chester hurried to get a bottle, ice, and glasses.
The TV show didn't command Susan's interest. It was half over, and she didn't care much for detectives anyway. Her thoughts drifted to Tommy and his beautiful young cock.
Oh, you ARE wicked! she told herself. But that didn't turn off the erotic fancy.
Deep inside she didn't feel it was so bad to admire young boys. It wasn't as if she really intended to do anything about it. What she had done with Rusty was far worse, she believed, than her desire for Tommy.
Chester gave her a drink, and she sipped at it.
He downed his quickly. "Hurry up now, or I'm gonna get ahead of you," he said, indicating his empty glass.
"Oh, I only want one," Susan replied, beginning to feel a bit warm and relaxed.
"Nonsense!" Chester said. "A bird can't fly on one wing."
"Well, I don't contemplate flying." Susan sipped.
"Not even a little bit?"
Susan glanced at Chester, and he was smiling at her with that strange gleam in his eyes. She felt a bit uneasy. Her cure for the sensation was to finish the drink in her hand.
Chester rose and took her glass.
She could have insisted that he not pour her another. But she didn't say anything. She was feeling quite good by that time and wanted to feel better.
Susan had gotten drunk very few times in her life, always with men, and it always had ended with her on her back and those bastards panting on top of her. Well, she wouldn't get drunk tonight, she vowed – and even if she did, she wouldn't lie down for Chester. Of course, the question was academic, because Chester wouldn't force the situation to that point. Sure, he liked to look at her, and he probably had his dirty thoughts, but he valued his respected place in the community and he had a strait-laced wife. No, Chester was quite harmless, Susan believed.
She took the second drink he offered, not noticing that it was a double.
She sipped. Chester gulped. He watched her.
She squirmed a bit on the chair seat. For some unaccountable reason, her pussy was getting warm. It had been a crazy day – her first wild day since she had come to Poplar Gap and it wasn't over yet.
"You know, you're just about the prettiest thing we've had in these parts since as far back as I can remember," Chester said, his speech showing a trace of thickness.
"Oh, now…" Susan said. She laughed and lifted a lock of black hair away from her cheek.
She had almost finished her second drink and was feeling loose. Her thoughts were fuzzy. The uncomfortable warmth persisted between her legs.
"What do you say we turn off this television and put on some music?" Chester suggested.
"I don't mind," Susan said.
The paunchy man got up and darkened the set. He stepped to the stereo, set up some records, and in a few moments soft, rhythmic music filled the room. Chester turned off a lamp, leaving just a single one aglow, and that was dim.
"Like to dance?" he asked, grinning at Susan as he moved over in front of her chair.
"Sometimes," she admitted. Her brain seemed to be dancing on air already.
Chester drew her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her. She felt the soft thrust of his belly and smelled the mingled aromas of tobacco and booze. She shut her eyes and let the older man guide her about the carpeted floor. The surface was no good for dancing, but that wasn't really what they were doing. They were just stepping a bit and swaying to the music.
Chester's hand seemed restless at the small of her back. She had- put on a sweater and skirt for the evening, and he was feeling around where the two garments met. Susan wondered hazily about it, but she felt too good to mind.
The man's fleshy hand slid down. It brushed the tops of Susan's buttocks.
Should I say anything? she wondered. She felt nice and warm. No, he's not hurting me.
Chester's hand slid lower. He gently massaged Susan's ass.
"Heyyyyyy!" she said, and pushed back to look at him. She gave a throaty chuckle.
Chester chuckled, also. His eyes were glinting in their moistness. "What's the matter? Don't that feel good?"
He kept rubbing her buttocks, back and forth and gently in circles. Her firm curves were supple, clad only in light panties beneath her skirt.
The massaging did feel good, Susan was forced to admit to herself. Warm and kind of soothing. She snuggled against Chester once more. They kept dancing, doing a slow turn. Chester held her tightly.
She wasn't sure when she first felt his prick. By the time she realized it, she thought she had been feeling it for quite awhile. She started to panic.
But Chester was holding her securely against him, still dancing, still tenderly massaging her ass. The liquor had really grabbed hold of her by that time. She had taken six ounces of hundred-proof bourbon, and dinner had been three hours ago. To all intents and purposes, Susan was drunk.
Chester began pulling up her skirt.
Why, the old fool! she thought. The dirty old man! It struck her as funny that he thought he could get anywhere with her.
It will be a kick to let him work himself up and then stop him cold, she decided. That will serve him right. It will be like Uncle Harry all over again, but this time I'll do the stopping. And then I'll laugh. Why the very idea of him thinking he can make me!
Chester pulled her skirt up to the small of her back and placed his hand on her silken panties. The smooth, thin briefs clung to her rubbery buttocks which were gyrating gently as she moved to the music.
Chester's prick pushed harder against her. His breath was coming quicker near her ear. Susan felt funny – not aroused really, but strange. This was indeed like a throwback to that time with Uncle Harry. Chester was too old and respectable to be afraid of, and yet…
"Maybe you'd better stop it," Susan said. Her tone was mild, and her voice sounded strangely husky to her own ears.
"Why?" Chester asked, his tone even huskier than hers. "We aren't doing anything wrong."
"You don't think it's wrong to have your hand on my panties?" Susan asked.
"I think it's great! You've got such a nice little bottom."
He was exploring her bottom more boldly by that time, his fingertip tracing the cleft between her buttocks, which wiggled as she danced. He caught hold of a shapely ass-cheek and wobbled it up and down.
Despite the liquor, which had made Susan tolerant, she was becoming distressed. She didn't care to be pawed in such a cheap fashion. She pushed Chester's arm away and wiggled out of his embrace, her skirt dropping.
"I'm really surprised at you, Mr. Malcolm," she said, straightening her hair and trying to appear dignified. Her tongue was a bit thick, and her cheeks wore a faint blush, which was attractive.
"Please!" the middle-aged man suddenly blurted. "Let me make love to you! It won't hurt you. In fact, I can make you like it. And it will give me such pleasure!"
Susan stared at him, and suddenly he appeared such a comical figure – with his pants-front protruding and a pitifully earnest expression on his flabby face – that she couldn't help laughing. The laughter served as an emotional release for her, and it rolled out as she tilted her head back. Her breasts quivered in her snug sweater, since she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that night.
Chester's countenance changed. The girl's laughter had stung him like a whip. Now his pride as well as his sex drive demanded satisfaction, and the liquor he had consumed gave him the courage to go after it.
He rushed Susan and, before she knew what was happening, tumbled her onto the sofa. He landed on top of her. He pulled at her clothes and twisted her over. She found herself ignominiously stretched out on her belly with her skirt bunched at the small of her back and Chester holding her down so that she couldn't get away or even effectively strike him.
He gazed at her lovely young ass in skin-tight, sheer yellow briefs, and at the luscious, full bareness of her thighs with garters extending down them to tightly grip the tops of her light-brown hose.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, young lady," he said thickly. "You mustn't laugh at a man."
Injury was added to insult as he began to spank Susan on her panty-clad ass. Slap! Her buttocks wobbled. Slap! her tender flesh smarted. Slap! The erotic sound of the spanking over-rode the soft music from the stereo.
Susan writhed and whined. She tried to strike or kick the man, but to no avail. All that her squirming accomplished was to fire Chester's passion even hotter as her beautiful bottom wiggled in her thin panties. He spanked that delectable, soft target, making it bounce.
Finally he could no longer tolerate Susan's panties between her lovely ass and his hand, and he hooked the top elastic of her briefs, pulling them down. Susan felt her bottom being bared to his lustful gaze.
"No!" she cried. "Stop it! Damn you!"
Chester paid no heed to the girl's anguished protests, but pulled her panties all the way down her legs and off over her shoes while continuing to hold her firmly against the sofa. Her bottom was exposed to him in all its white, shapely splendor, the cheeks plump yet firm. Her ass was framed by the skimpy structure of her garter belt and the top bands of her stockings.
Chester raised his hand and brought it down smartly on both cheeks of her bottom, compressing, then wobbling them as he lifted his hand for another blow. The slaps of flesh-upon-flesh were sharper sounding than before, and they stung more. Susan yelped. Tears gushed from her eyes. Her bottom burned.
Red blotches appeared on the curved, creamy flesh as Chester spanked her. Susan alternately writhed and jerked, causing her ass to wiggle, then quiver like Jell-o. Chester kept punishing her lovely, tender bottom.
Somewhere in the course of the spanking Susan was not sure when – she started gaining erotic pleasure from the act. Pleasure from pain and humiliation. It was a new experience for Susan, and she didn't understand it, but she couldn't deny the intense stimulation that was coursing through her – turning her nipples stiff, making her pussy hot, causing her clitty to tingle as her cunt rubbed against the abrasive sofa.
A change occurred within Chester, also. He was hot and had been since before the spanking had started; he was even hotter now. The change was that compassion took the place of his desire to punish, and such a wave of erotic tenderness swept over him that he stop pea slapping the pretty girl's quivering, rosy bottom and bowed his head. He began kissing the inflamed flesh that he had spanked.
As he pressed his face against Susan's bottom, her flesh compressed resiliently. She was warm and soft down there. Chester kissed her delightful ass and licked it.
Susan moaned. The man's moist kisses were soothing and pleasant, particularly on that intimate portion of her anatomy and particularly after it had been spanked so vigorously. The idea of having her ass kissed pleased Susan, also. She had never experienced that pleasure before.
Chester's mouth skidded across the deep, tight cleft between her buttocks, from one cheek to the other. His soft lips caressed her. He licked her satiny skin.
Susan, still responding to the liquor, with passion now added to it, lifted her ass invitingly. Chester, who was pretty drunk himself and more aroused than he had been in years, accepted the invitation by running his wet tongue between the girl's lovely buttocks. He licked up and down her ass-crack.
"Ooooooooh!" Susan exclaimed excitedly. Her bottom gave a spastic jerk which caused Chester's tongue to sink deeper.
To Susan's happy amazement, the man's moist tongue-rip was tickling her asshole. This sent wonderful shock-wave of delight coursing through her.
For his part, the middle-aged man derived a giddy and equally amazing pleasure from licking the pretty girl's anus. She was exquisitely dainty there.
Chester clambered around onto the sofa, between Susan's legs, and boosted her bottom into the air. He buried his face between her soft buns, licking madly, then let his nose slide down her crack as he shifted his oral attentions to Susan's super-soft and already-moistened cunt.
The girl didn't know what to do. She had been sure that nothing would happen between the paunchy, middle-aged man and herself – but now he had her on her knees and chest with her bare ass upraised and he was plunging his tongue into her pussy! What's more, she was digging it! How could she stop him? She didn't want him to stop.
He rolled her over and placed her stocking-clad legs on his shoulders. Hunkering down into the luscious V of her thighs, he kissed and licked and sucked to his heart's content… and Susan went wild.
"Oooh, Ches-ter!" she exclaimed passionately. "Wowwww! I love it! Oooh, please don't stop!"
Chester had not the slightest intention of stopping. His eager tongue was plowing the soft, slitted flesh between Susan's thighs, licking up and down, wiggling her pussy folds. He slathered his saliva over her outer lips as well, plastering her curly, silken hairs against the velvet skin. He sought out her clit to lick and suck it.
Susan whooped and arched her torso, clawing at Chester's hair. His glasses fell off and dropped to the floor. Susan lost her shoes as she kicked her legs wantonly. She drummed her stockinged heels against Chester's back.
The middle-aged man clutched the backs of her thighs, above the tops of her stockings, and spread them even wider apart, bending them forward at the same time. His thumbs pulled the velvet draperies of her pussy open, exposing all her luscious, pink inner flesh. He pressed his mouth into the moist, warm feast and sucked. He licked. He plunged his tongue into Susan's hot, grabby hole.
"Oooh, Chester, FUCK me!" she cried. "I need your prick!"
It was the sweetest, most thrilling demand that Chester had heard in years, and he was not slow in complying. He surged up over the lovely girl tore at the front of his trousers and pushed them down, along with his boxer shorts. His cock, which was stiffer than it had been in years, leaped free. Its pink tip protruded from the ring of his foreskin.
As Susan watched, wide-eyed with admiration and excitement, Chester grasped his member and rolled the foreskin back. The head of his prick was moist and rosy. It swelled.
Susan had a crazy urge to bend to that prick and lick it – even take it into her mouth – but Chester didn't give her the chance. He fell forward atop her, guiding his prick with his hand so that it cleaved the velvet portal of her pussy, entered her tight, slippery hole, and sank six inches into the lovely girl.
"Ooh!" she cried with pleasure for, even though Chester's cock wasn't as big as the one she had gotten that afternoon, it was big enough to fill her – and thrill her – without forcing an expansion of her cunt.
A wave of exquisite delight inundated Chester's senses as he held his cock deep inside the lovely girl. He grasped the bottom of her sweater and pushed it up, causing her bare, lovely breasts to bounce free. Leaning on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around her luscious titties and squeezed them, forcing Susan's stiff, ruddy nipples high. Chester twisted his head and bowed to suck a delightful tit.
Susan writhed around the man's deeply-embedded prick, the motion stimulating the nerve-ends in her pussy and enhancing the sense of fullness which she derived from having his cock inside her. Chester was very good for an older man, she decided, offering as much hard meat as a girl could want. And the thorough kissing he had given her beforehand had been luscious!
He was continuing that generous oral treatment as his mouth moved from titty to titty, sucking and licking, and tugging on Susan's stiff, throbbing nipples.
Finally he began to stroke his prick in her pussy. He moved more slowly than Rusty had or than the other young men who had screwed her. Chester acted as if he was willing to let it last all night, and. Susan knew she had a long, scrumptious fucking in store. She had heard that about older men, and it seemed to be proving true.
Each thrust of Chester's prick filled her with delight. Susan squirmed and panted. Her cunt wiggled around the man's stroking rod. Her titties shook, and Chester could watch them because he was braced on straight arms, above her exquisite body. He also took delight in watching the passionate contortions of her pretty face. Her rosy, moist lips parted, and her dainty tongue-tip appeared between her gleaming teeth.
Chester fucked her harder, but didn't speed up. The sofa groaned beneath Susan's ass, which was being forced rhythmically into the cushion by the man's lusty thrusts.
Her senses reeled giddily. She didn't think about what was happening. No thought was needed. Susan only felt and enjoyed.
The forty-eight year old man savored every plunge of his long-deprived prick into the lovely girl's tight, slippery hole. He thrilled to her passionate responses as she writhed beneath him. Leaning on one arm, he used his free hand to cup one of her quivering breasts. He caught her rigid, red nipple between his extended fingers and squeezed it. He shook her full and resilient titty up and down.
"Oooh, Chester!" she exclaimed. "You're driving me WILD!"
"I want to… drive you wild!" he panted. "I want to… fuck you until you… can't stand it!"
"Oooh, yes… yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me harder! Your prick is… delicious!"
Delicious! Chester thought. Oh God. If I could just get her to take it in her mouth! But they had progressed beyond that stage. He couldn't stop the luscious fucking even for the more forbidden thrill of having her suck him. Maybe some other time, he dared to hope. Yes! There would have to be another time. After tonight, she would want it as much as he.
The belief that he had established a new relationship with his lovely young boarder excited Chester even further, and he felt himself approaching a climax. He let out all the stops and fucked Susan with every ounce of energy he could command.
This was more than enough to send the young woman into a spasm of ecstatic completion. She cried out and drove her lithe hips against the man who was spearing her. Her brain swirled. Everything let go. Susan screamed as a hot rush of blissful satisfaction enveloped her. She felt Chester's vigorous spurts as his prick twitched deep inside her.
She fell limp.
Chester covered her body with his somewhat flabby form. He bathed her face and neck in kisses. He twisted his head and sucked at a still-firm nipple.
Susan was returning to sanity. The fact that she was still drunk didn't inhibit that process, only distorted it.
"You raped me!" Susan accused shrilly, and began to beat at the man.
He quickly pushed up to look at her. "What are you saying?"
"You raped me, God damn it!" Susan slurred. "You got me drunk and raped me!"
"Will you quit shouting like that?" Chester demanded in obvious anguish. "Think about the neighbors!"
"I don't care about the fucking neighbors!" Susan said, speaking as she never would have done if she had been sober.
"Oooh, my darling angel!" Chester exclaimed, and tried to kiss her on the mouth.
But she continued to beat at him, and she writhed, preventing him from making contact with her panting lips.
Finally Chester gave up and climbed off. What else could he do? Embarrassed and a bit frightened by the girl's sudden emotional turnabout, Chester pulled up his clothes and secured them.
Susan sat up, her titties jiggling. She jerked her sweater down over the erect, shapely mounds and pulled her skirt over her damp bush.
She struggled off the sofa, nearly falling as she snatched her panties from the floor. She half-ran, half-staggered to the doorway and up the stairs. She was crying.
Susan left behind her a befuddled and fear-ridden man who had just experienced the most exquisite pleasure he had known in years and now was afraid that he might be called upon to pay for it in a way that would ruin him.
He rushed to the bottle and poured himself half a glassful of booze.
Upstairs Susan threw herself onto her bed and sobbed, her resilient ass-cheeks quivering in her thin skirt. She still clutched her panties in her hand.