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.
Then the mattress sank beneath his weight as he knelt onto it. A second later she felt the head of the phallic-shaped massager wedging between her buttocks.
"No! Don't, Ralph, stop!"
"Why stop? You did it to yourself, so what's wrong with me doing it to you? This vibrator's still gooey from your cunt," he said.
His terrible lewd words tortured her mind, but she couldn't deny that she felt a surge of excitement as the vibrator pressed against her anus. Then Ralph worked lower, working the buzzing staff between her tightly locked thighs, slipping it against her spermy vagina.
Another spasm of pleasure shot through her. It was happening all over again and she couldn't control it. It was true what Ralph had said – she had done it once and now it didn't really matter if she did it again. She had fucked another male. She had cheated on her husband. Her legs spread slowly as Ralph rubbed the vibrator against her soiled vagina.
She whimpered, then bit her lip to silence herself as the object was forced into the lips of her pussy. He jammed it all the way up, and it slipped in easily.
"Please… don't," she begged, but her plea was a dying whisper lost beneath the harsh sound of her own breathing.
Protest was futile. She wanted to be ravished by her boy-lover. She needed it, more of it, more sex, more fucking.
He was tugging at her shoulder once again, and this time she allowed him to roll her over. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He held the vibrator tightly, pushing it all the way into her vagina. She threw her legs farther apart, moaning, twitching.
Suddenly he was straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts. She didn't understand what he was contemplating until she felt the hot crown of his erection brushing against her mouth. She groaned in revulsion.
She couldn't… she would never…
But even as she cringed in disgust, her lips opened and sucked the stiff, pungent rod into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip hungrily. She closed her lips tightly around the shaft, lifting her head off the mattress to align her mouth with the erection.
"That's good, Mrs. French! Suck! Oh, you give a good blow job!" he praised.
Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she choked, "Yes, I love to suck it!"
She held his hips in her hands, pulling him nearer and mashing her breasts up against his loins. He began to shift his weight, crushing her to the bed while he still reached behind him, keeping the vibrator stuffed up Arlene's vagina.
Just when she hungered for him to shoot his jism into her avidly sucking mouth, he twisted off her body, pulling his cock from her mouth with a swift sideways motion. A drooling string of saliva now trailed from the corner of her empty mouth.
Suddenly he was rolling her onto her stomach. He scooted downward, placed his hands on her waist and lifted her hips. He was going to fuck her the same way he had the first time, she thought. But what about the vibrator still implanted in her cunt? Wasn't he going to remove it?
Then she knew the answer. She felt his cock pressing against the tight hard entrance to her anus. He was going to try to fuck her there!
"Oh, no!" she screamed. "Anything, anything else!"
"Too damn dry," was all he said.
He touched her ass with the tip of a finger, then let the digit trail down to her vagina, playing circularly in the swampy curls around the edges. He then traced his way back to her rectum, inserting his now lubricated finger. He repeated this process often, each time driving his finger farther up her anus, feeling the hot tight elastic ring become less and less resistant to his touch.
Then he was pressing his cock against her buttocks, wedging his oversize member into the orifice of her ass.
"Nnnoooo!" she shrieked as she felt the searing pain of her virgin rectum being abused.
The puckered opening was forced in, her own flesh being stretched and pushed up into her ass. And then the ring gave little by little. She was being split open, she felt.
"Oh, no! Please, no!" she whined. And she jerked furiously, trying to dislodge him.
But he was strong, so very strong, and he kept his cock pressed against her ass, pushing until her rectum had no option but to open and admit more of his huge cruel cudgel.
Her physical agony encompassed her while she buried her face in the mattress, biting desperately into the sheets while tears of shame streaked from her eyes.
"You love it, don't you, Mrs. French!" she heard him groaning excitedly. "You love being fucked in the ass, don't you? Tell me, tell me!"
"Nnooo!" she shouted. "No, stop! I can't stand it! Please, I'll do anything else!"
But her sobbed plea only caused him to surge more cruelly against her ass. The pain was like fire, hotter. She was being torn apart, and she was sure that further agony was impossible, that she had reached the known limits of torture.
But then, because her ass was growing accustomed to the continuing pain, she was reawakened to the feel of the vibrator which was working her pussy into a seething cavern of excited nerve endings. The conflict between her cruelly ravished ass and her hotly excited cunt was ludicrous. How could a woman possibly be aware of both these sensations at once? Arlene wondered dizzily.
And then the white hot pain in her rectum diminished rapidly. She was bewildered. He was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking madly, and the pain was fading. How could the change happen so suddenly? A minute ago she'd been dying from pain and now… and now… God, she was actually working her hips back against him.
"Ah! Mmmm! Mmmmfff!" she moaned.
Her anal passage was gripping at his cock, great muscular spasms making her feel sensations unknown to her until now.
She bucked up at him willingly, loving it now, longing for him to fuck her more harshly, wanting him to send his sperm sailing into her expanded rectum. The vibrator was driving her crazy. She was going to come – any second.
Her orgasm rocked her suddenly – her stomach tensed, her back strained, she ripped through the sheets with her fingernails. Spasmodically her buttocks clenched. Never before had she been so excited. Her anal tunnel contracted with such force around his hot penis that she feared she might crush it. He continued to fuck into her, continued to hold the vibrator within her cunt.
She reared up madly with her buttocks, bucking crazily as she rocked on her knees. The bed creaked harshly, the sound melting and blending with her crazed groans and Ralph's excited male grunts.
"Oh, darling! It's wonderful!" she wailed in her delirium. "Wonderful! Keep fucking! Fuck me forever, Ralph!"
Nothing mattered now except her enduring orgasm. Her toes curled so tightly that she sent a flashing pain up the soles of her feet – a delicious deliberately induced pain that enhanced the electric sensation of climax.
"Fuck, fuck!" Her words were more than mere groans now – they were shouts, unashamed screams of joy.
Her climax diminished, but Ralph was still fucking her ass savagely. He leaned up over her back, his belly impaled on her upthrust grinding hips. Her buttocks dug into his groin. He was nearly out of his head with lust, and his breath exploded in bursts as he kissed the back of her neck. His long hair tickled across her perspiring back as he twisted his head from side to side.
"You're a great piece of ass!" he whispered.
Strangely, his words didn't shock her. She was beyond shock. New waves of arousal were teasing through her loins. The vibrator kept on relentlessly. Ralph never faltered in his rhythmic pace.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me more! Make me come again!"
He shoved his cock up as far as it would go and held it there. She was doing all the fucking now, and it felt delicious. Her hips were churning and rotating so wildly that he wondered how long he could contain his orgasm.
"I love it! I love it! I love to fuck!" Arlene choked as her son's best friend teased the sloppy wet edges of her engorged clitoris with able fingers.
Everything was blurry. She thought the room was spinning. White hot flashes of passion sliced into her brain as she felt another climax approaching. She could feel the vibrator and his penis pushing against each other through the thin partition between her ass and cunt. She cried out, a garbled insane wail. She screamed mindlessly and came.
"Oooohhhh! Aaaaggghhh! Oh!" she yelled as her clitoris throbbed harshly and began to drum out another orgasm. She raked her fingernails across the sheets, her hands trekking to her spasming cunt, pressing her fingers around the sides of her quaking clitoris. She felt Ralph's fingers beside hers holding the vibrator. Their fingertips met and danced juicily against each other. She screamed louder.
Then Ralph groaned in deep passion. His words were high-pitched and excited when he said, "I can't hold back! I'm coming, too!"
Her wildly contracting anus sucked the first jet of sperm from his quivering penis. She could feel the hot spurt collide with her inner rectum, oiling her channel and smearing around his tight-fitting cock.
"Give it to meeee!" she screamed as the subsequent shots of semen escaped his balls and leaped up his staff and out the tip of his erection. The milky substance filled her ass quickly, overflowed and trailed warmly along the short distance from her rectum to her vagina.
Ralph bit lightly at her neck, bruising her sensitive skin as his sperm kept billowing out of him. His groans spurred her lust, and she came harder than she ever had before. It was wicked and wild, and she couldn't stop.
She thrust her legs out stiffly, collapsing flat onto the mattress. The ejaculating young Ralph fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing his cock into the farthest possible depths of her ravished rectum.
When her climax ended, Arlene felt drained.
She was in a stupor, a satiated trance, and she hardly realized that Ralph had pulled his penis out of her rectum. She vaguely heard him dressing, and she was aware that he was saying good-bye. Hardly above a whisper, she said, "Good night." She said nothing else to the boy who had just fucked her silly – the boy who had slipped into her room and found her at her perverted little game of masturbation and taken her to peaks of sexual ecstasy higher than she thought possible.
He was gone.
She lay unmoving on the sperm-stained, ripped sheets, hardly believing that it had really happened.
And she didn't know whether to die of shame or feel happy.