There was something else that Ben thought he knew about women. A woman in heat knows no bounds to her pleasure. When she is intensely excited, the pain-pleasure threshold is confused. In that state, even pain becomes pleasure.
He intended to test his theory on Mrs. Carter.
In the lull that followed the three-way orgasm, Ben quietly entered the house and made his way to Joan Carter's bedroom. The boys noticed his entry before the half-conscious woman did. They eyed him warily as they grabbed their clothes and edged their way toward the door. Ben let them go without saying a word. He had no quarrel with the kids, but he was dying to start one with the cum-soaked, naked brunette whore in front of him.
He relished the fear that strained her features as she sat up and stared at him. "Leave me alone!"
She almost screamed. "You have no right in here!" she added nervously when she received no reply to her first command. "Get out! Get out!"
Ben's answer was to slowly start removing his clothes. "I did get out the last time you told me to, Mrs. Carter. Remember? I was real nice. I didn't know then you were trying to get me out of the way so you could screw your boys!"
Joan's face flushed a bright red. There was no defense she could make for herself. The big older man had caught her, literally, with her pants down. She could not pretend indignation to someone who had just watched her being screwed from both ends by two teen-aged boys!
She decided to try to appeal to Ben Firth's humanity. "Please, Mr. Firth. Just let me alone. I'll move out of the house if that's what you want. I don't know what got into me. I must have lost my head. I'll head back to the city tomorrow!"
He was naked now, and despite herself, Joan cast a curious glance down at his loins. His cock-shaft swayed awesomely. It was hard and thick, swollen with lust. Watching her with her boys had turned him on!
Though she knew it was true the worst thing she could do in the circumstances, Joan panicked. She leapt from the bed and tried to rush for the dresser and her clothes. She intended to run out into the evening, to flee the awful vengeance of this quiet frightening man!
She didn't get three yards! Ben caught her around the waist and threw her onto the bed. He landed on top of her, pinning her down with his superior weight and strength.
"Don't do this to me! Please don't!" Joan felt on the verge of tears. She could not face the prospect of having the light-hearted pleasure she had enjoyed with the two boys suddenly turned into something ugly and vicious. She did not want the cock of a full-grown man inside her pussy! Especially not the cock of a man like Ben Firth!
She did not understand the man! He actually seemed to be enjoying his cruel mastery of her. She did not relish the prospect of being forced to submit to his reckless lust! She had sworn never again after the last time. She must not let him do it to her again! "Get off me! Get off!"
Ben grinned down at his helpless victim. He felt a sudden surge of gratitude for the wanton schoolgirl who had made this moment possible for him. Without Ellen's information, he would never have come near Joan Carter again, except on business. He would never have satisfied the heated lust for her that had been born the night of her arrival when he had screwed her ruthlessly on her living room floor with the scent of spilled lemonade ripe in the air.
Ben thought now that he understood the guts-level passion he had felt for her the first moment he saw her. He thought he had sensed then the raw confrontation for which the two of them were destined!
He tried to stroke her face, but each time he touched her she turned her head the other way. "Don't worry, Mrs. Carter! You're going to learn to like it! I swear it! After all, if you can go so wild over boy-cock, you should pass out when you see what a man-cock can do when it's really serious."
"As I remember, I've already had a demonstration of your skill," she said coldly. She was rallying now. Even as she realized how hopeless her position was, she decided the man was not going to win a moral victory over her. Just like last time, she would keep her soul inviolate, even if his cock was bound to plunder her pinioned body!
She would resist him to the end! He would not have the satisfaction of pleasing her!
As soon as he saw that the woman intended to resist him with cool contempt, Ben's cock throbbed. It would be a challenge to win her round to the lurid pleasures he had in store for her! He was determined to make her beg for more of his hard-rutting cock!
Without further hesitation, Ben forced the brunette's thighs wide apart. He guided his bloated cock in between her pussy-lips and thrust the head home. He drove his hard cock into her cunt all the way to the hilt. He grinned as he watched her bite her lip. He realized she was having to struggle to deny the excitement of his throbbing cocks presence. "You are a whore who deserves to be used. Now that I know this for sure about you, I am going to use you as I please. You can fight me, because I like a challenge."
He felt remarkably cool considering the urgent throbbing pleasure that was darting through his belly. Her cunt was wrapped snugly around his cock. He pulled it out to the tip and filled her again, and again. Each thrust of his cock made her close her eyes and tug valiantly with her teeth at the corner of her lip.
"Better watch it, Mrs. Carter. It's liable to feel good. And I know you've got yourself convinced you don't like grown-up cocks!"
His grinning irony infuriated Joan. It gave her courage to go on resisting.
His cock was splitting her cunt-walls awesomely wide, compared to the pressure of young Richie's more slender cock. Her body was still charged by the intense pleasure she had shared that afternoon with her boys. It was difficult for her to keep herself from giving in to the lulling rhythm of Ben Firth's cock, even though she despised the man it belonged to. Her body was still greedy for ecstasy! Joan knew it would be a fight all the way to deny the big man the satisfaction of making her surrender.
Her jaw dropped open in wonder at the suddenness with which Ben pulled his cock from her pussy and flipped her over onto her belly. She had no choice but to cooperate with the powerful hands that pulled her up onto hands and knees. With her bare ass waving in the direction of Ben's hard cock, Joan felt another onslaught of the hungry arousal that threatened to engulf her. She gritted her teeth as she felt his juice-slickened cock-shaft prod against the puckered entrance to her asshole.
Joan thought it was a mistake. It was not until it was too late that she realized Ben had only been screwing her pussy to get his cock lubricated for the violation of her ass!
"Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed as his hard cock probed the first little way up into her virginal asshole. "Stop! Don't! Don't hurt meee!"
Ben did not hear the genuine distress in the woman's voice. He heard only stubborn resistance that thrilled his cock into greater stiffness. He grunted as her anal chamber throbbed hotly around his cock. Just the thought that he was taking the proud woman in the asshole made the lust surge through his loins. It had been a long time since Ben had enjoyed such a wanton victory over such a haughty beauty as Mrs. Carter! In fact, he could not remember being more lustfully incensed than he was right at this very moment!
"Shut up! You know you like it! Your asshole feels good! I've never had anything so tight on my cock!" He began to screw her in regular insistent strokes, working his cock a little deeper into her ass each time. She grunted and mewled. She tried to wriggle away from him. Her efforts only made him more eager for the tight charms of her nether chamber. He ignored her cries for mercy and told her only that she was going to love it.
His remark seemed so ludicrous that Joan wanted to laugh. But she was far too preoccupied with her discomfort to laugh. She could not understand how she had progressed from what seemed to her the innocent joys with the boys to the vulgar wrath of the strange man who had rented her this summer house. She knew now with an awful sureness that she could hope for no respite from the fate he had determined for her. He was going to ream her asshole until he had cum in her there!
The thought horrified her! Her helplessness horrified her! To forget her pain… to make one last bid for her freedom… she began to struggle with every ounce of energy she possessed. Instead of concentrating on the stretching discomfort of the cock in her ass, she wiggled her ass to try to break free of the lewd impalement.
Her efforts had exactly the opposite effect of what Joan intended. She only thrust her ass farther back onto Ben's cock, driving his cock deeper inside. Soon his cock was buried to the hilt in her forbidden passage and the man was reveling in the belief that he had won her over.
Ben had only one explanation for her fitful writhing. She had fallen prey to the depraved thrill of being screwed in the ass. She was learning to appreciate the pain-pleasure of accommodating a cock where a cock was never meant to go!
And the awesome part was: his belief was soon reality!
Joan was no match for the overwhelming masochistic sensations that surged through her body when she was stuffed to the hilt with sodomizing cock! She groaned wantonly, and her groan signaled the surrender that her body was already made… that Ben thought she had already made.
The brunette had never imagined a pleasure so perverted as that of feeling a cock ramming its way in and out of her asshole. The very idea of what was happening to her filled her being and she began to rut her ass back against Ben's cock with feverish haste.
"Screw me! Screw me in the ass!"
"I told you you'd like it slut! Did the boys fuck your ass too?"
Though she did not realize it, what Ben was doing to her was the culmination of Joan's summer immersion in self-indulgence. It had started with her hiding on the porch watching two teens make love. It had proceeded to being ruthlessly screwed in the pussy by a man she had just met, the man who was now rutting his way deep into her asshole.
Her affair with the boy Richie that had ended today with a threesome with Richie's friend had been a warm-up for Joan. Little by little, she had learned again to face the incredible potential of her body's sexuality. And now the man, Ben Firth, was showing her that she could even take a cock up into her asshole and enjoy it! Even though this was the cock of no boy, but a man ten years her senior.
She was celebrating her maturation with a wanton writhing, sing-song surrender to sodomy.
Though they had been halfway up the sand dune before their courage returned, the boys decided at about the same time that they could not leave Mrs. Carter to the mercy of Ben Firth. They had no idea what the relationship between the adults was, but they had sensed that Mr. Firth had something evil in store for their beautiful woman lover.
They crept back to the bedroom window and took a look at the incredible goings-on inside.
Mrs. Carter was thrusting her ass wantonly back against Mr. Firth's cock. She was moaning for him to do it harder and faster. The boys felt somehow betrayed to think that their intended rescue was unnecessary. The woman had what she wanted. She had the older man's thick cock fucking her!
Almost at the same moment, the boys realized it was not her pussy that Ben Firth was screwing with such teeth-clenching concentration, he was sawing his engorged cock deep up into her asshole!
"Holy Cow!" Billy exclaimed before he had a chance to cover his mouth. "It's her ass!" The words went unheeded inside, but they ran like an electric shock through young Richie.
It had been an eventful summer for Richie and today had been the heaviest day of all. He had lost his virginity to a beautiful experienced older woman who taught him the secrets of grown-up sex. Today, he had had to learn to share his lover. First, with Billy, his best friend. It had been hard at first, but Richie had ended up enjoying the male collusion of forcing their cocks in rhythm into Mrs. Carter's mouth and cunt.
Mr. Firth was something else entirely. The boy felt as if his woman lover had gone over to the enemy. He watched her asshole gape to receive Ben Firth's stroking cock and he remembered that Mrs. Carter was the enemy. She was a grown-up. She was one of those people who spent a lot of time and energy telling kids what to do!
She had given Richie a lot. He would never forget his summer at the age of fifteen when a gentle older woman had shown him the secrets of her animal nature… and his own. The boy sensed, though, that it was time for him to return to his own… the way Mrs. Carter was doing now.
"Oh God… God I'm getting so high!" The woman was moving with all her old exuberance, taking the cock into her asshole as easily as if it had been her well-lubricated pussy. She slammed her buttocks back to meet Ben's every stroke. Her mouth fell open and wanton moans escaped her lips as she grew steadily more incoherent.
The boys watched awestruck from outside the window. Each felt curiously detached from what was happening, though the scene excited them intensely. For both boys, it was hard to imagine that just a short time ago that same woman had been sucking on Billy's cock and screwing Richie's hard impaling cock.
It all seemed like a crazy erotic fantasy – a fantasy that would intrigue them for the rest of their lives – a fantasy that had helped form their expectations of their sexual future.
"Look at her go!" Billy whispered. His young cock was straining against his pants, but he was content just to enjoy the sensation… and to watch.
"Yeah! Mrs. Carter sure knows how to fuck!" It seemed a long time ago to Richie that the older woman had first sucked his cock in the kitchen. He knew he had been much more innocent then. Thanks to her, he was innocent no longer. Richie believed in himself enough to know that even Mrs. Carter was no longer necessary to him.
"Your ass is sooo much tighter than your pussy!" It sounded like Ben was complaining, but the look on his face said clearly that he was enjoying himself immensely. His eyes were clouded with his excitement. His rough screwing motion had become automatic. Ben was ready to blow, any time Mrs. Carter was ready!
"Aaaailieeeee! Oh my God-d-d! I'm cummingg-g!" Joan would never have believed that she could experience such an intense orgasm, just from being screwed in the ass. The pleasure was so awesome, she forgot even who it was lurching his cock into her hot ass. His tremendous bellow of victory reminded her.
"Are you ready… I'm going to blow that sweet asshole of yours full of cum!" Ben was enjoying himself to the hilt. His body was racked with the joy of orgasm. He had the satisfaction of knowing that he had taught Mrs. Carter to respond to the most depraved of sensual turn-ons. He had screwed her ass to orgasm! She had loved it!
Even as the last shattering waves of pleasure surged through her, Joan knew that her wanton experiences on the island had come to an end. As soon as she could get herself packed and ready, she would leave the island and the big house that had witnessed so much erotic abandon.
She was strong enough now to leave, to go back out into the world where things did not happen so suddenly or so intensely as they had here. Joan Carter felt strong inside again. By challenging every boundary of her resurrected libido, she had come face to face with her full-grown woman. She knew that the next time a man asked her out for a date, she would not feel afraid.
The only thing she would have to worry about was whether the man pleased her. And whether he could keep up with the new Joan Carter!
Richie and Billy stood on the top of the hill in the middle of the little town and watched the ferry ease its way back out into the strait. They knew Mrs. Carter was on that ferry. They had watched her arrive in one of the island taxis and rush to catch the last ferry of the day.
"Well, that's that," Richie commented wistfully. "In another few days, I don't know if I'll believe that it really happened."
"Sure you will. Anything that good has got to stick with you, forever."
"Yeah, I guess. She sure was something else!"
"Yeah."
Automatically the friends started to walk away from the town, in the direction of the dunes that sheltered the house that had, for a short time, belonged to Mrs. Carter. "Where's Ellen?" The thought had been plaguing Richie. For so long, the girl and his friend had been almost inseparable.
Billy shrugged his shoulders and looked uninterested. "She got herself a job working in Mr. Firth's real estate office. She hasn't got much free time now."
Richie looked at his friend quizzically. He decided not to pry further. "What say we go check out the sailboats? Should be a good day far sailing."
At once, Billy's beefy countenance cheered up. "Sounds great!" It was about five minutes later that he added, "I think I've had enough of women for a while."
"Me too," Richie agreed. "But just for a while."