Chapter 6
Jean couldn't face the world-not yet, at least. Instead of finishing the inventory which she had instructed Terri to complete, she snuck out the back exit and went home where she indulged in a mid-afternoon gin and tonic-heavy on the gin. The sensual effects of her forbidden act with Gordy Jackson continued to linger both physically and mentally. A heaviness in her body and mind put her emotions at war with herself.
Dear Lord, how could she have succumbed to such blatant, inexcusable debauchery? How could she have wantonly seduced the eleven-year-old for the flimsy, irrational reason of begrudging her sister-in-law's free and easy sensual pleasures. Jealousy? Was that at the heart of the matter? A jealousy that had been seething since Ralph had slammed the door in her face, crying out:
"Maybe my little sister can teach you a few lessons in being a woman!"
Yes, that had been the start of her wrongdoing. Jean took a long, tangy sip of her gin and tonic as she collapsed down on the living room sofa and stretched her legs out. A tension, electrical and tight, sparked through her body at the remembrance of the poignant taste of Gordy's handsome little penis and the way it had felt filling her mouth once she had gotten up the nerve.
With a deep sob, she clamped her hand over her eyes as if to blot out the sight. Dear Lord, what if someone had seen her in the midst of that animal perversion? What if the School Board caught wind that the well-respected Coach Henderson's wife's affections for little boys was a carnal one?
Beside it was an unnerving fear of her sister-in-law. The girl was a warlock, had a nose for sex and a way with manipulation that scared her to the core. Why, she had her own brother pitting her against his wife for attention. Now that she knew the extent of her sister-in-law's sexual looseness Jean feared her more than ever. Yet she herself could hardly condemn her now, could she! The little slut! If only Terri had never shown her face here . . . and she still had another week with her. Damn, making that sweet innocent little boy lick her cunt.. . dear God, if Ralph only knew!
One thing was certain. Her romance with Gordy Jackson was over and dead. Never would she repeat that sordid performance. She shut it out of her mind, locking the door on the experience, and throwing away the key. That she understood the reasoning behind her rash actions was enough: She despised her sister-in-law and in subconsciously trying to please Ralph, had resorted, stooped, to the girl's groveling sexuality.
She rose slowly, splashed cold water on her face, and headed back to the sporting goods store where she encountered Terri sitting behind the register reading Rolling Stone Magazine and looking awfully smug and self-assured. How that beatific face could belie the wickedness churning in the girl's brain amazed Jean. That Terri and Ralph could be brother and sister was ridiculous.
"Did you make any sales, Terri?" she asked, surveying the store for any sign of wrongdoing or thievery.
"Naw . . . just a couple cans of tennis balls.. . " returned Terri without looking up from the magazine. Her voice was barely audible.
"Did you hear what I asked you, Terri?" Jean's voice was high and strained. "Would you please have the courtesy to put down that magazine when I'm talking to you?"
"Well, excuse me," the teenager replied, finishing the paragraph and only then setting down the magazine. Her eyes were two cold pools of disdain leveled at her sister-in-law. The fucking bitch has insulted me enough! her mind raged. She'll get hers quick enough!
"I'm going to close the store early today," continued Jean, talking to fill the gap between the two women. "I'm going to count the money in the register, take it to the vault and then we'll both go home."
Terri's saliva caught in her throat. The register . . . what if Tod had slipped out a few bills while she was in the back room? She felt her jaws start to work against each other nervously.
With calmness, Jean opened the cash register and counted the money, comparing the sum to the receipts for the day. It was twenty dollars short. Jean's eyes went wide; she spun around to face Terri, her face livid with rage.
"How can you account for this? I'm twenty dollars short!" Her eyes burned into Terri's who returned the stare levelly. In a burst of inner rage and jealousy and all encompassing disdain for this young, sexy thing who dared return her glare with a colder one, Jean barraged:
"I can't trust you with a thing, can I? First I find you using your hand on yourself like a low class slut, and smoking pot in your own brother's house when you know he would disapprove . . . and now you steal money from us? Oh, my God, how am I supposed to put up with you another day . . . will you tell me that? Well, let me tell you . . . I'm going straight home right now to call your brother and tell him what's going on here!"
Terri said not a word, though her mind was blazing with plenty of things to say, the outcome of which was: Wait, just wait, dear mother-in-law . . . you'll get yours!
Well, one thing for certain, Jean thought, stuffing the remaining bills into the sack and preparing to take it to the vault in the back. The little bitch was going to find it difficult to operate in the next week. And as her temporarily appointed guardian, she, Jean, had the right to cut the girl off from her pleasures. That meant no more hanging out at MacDonald's or smoking dope or stealing money out of the cash register. And no more playing with Gordy Jackson!
Despite her threats, Jean made no long distance telephone calls that night and to her knowledge, Terri had locked herself up in her room pouting the night away. Well good, though Jean on this sun kissed morning, pouring the protein powder into her Tiger milk and giving it a whirling buzz in the blender. For further punishment the girl would be instructed to open the shop this morning while Jean took care of a few things around the house.
As Jean sat at the breakfast table sipping at the thick milk concoction, Terri emerged from the bedroom, hair uncombed, eyes red, tired looking.
A negative current ran between them. "I want you to open up the shop this morning, Terri. I have some things to take care of here in your brother's absence. Now have your breakfast and be off," she added curtly, never lifting her eyes from the newspaper editorial she was pursuing between sips of the foamy mixture slipping between her pursed lips.
"I don't want any breakfast. I'll open the shop, but first I have to make a phone call.. . if I may have your permission, that is." Her voice was clipped, cold as a double-edged knife. With that, she spun around, house coat flapping open to show off the naked expanse of white thighs and a patch of chestnut curls between.
Over the top of the newspaper Jean caught sight of that luscious nudity and a shiver, cold and alarming ran through her goose-bumped body. On top of it all, the girl slept in the nude, the hussy!
Moments later, when the door slammed shut and the ominous presence of her younger sister-in-law left her in peace, Jean sipped contentedly at a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door onto a rather good-looking male face, bisected by a shaggy mustache in bad need of trimming and teeth too long neglected. His immediate and surprising closeness gave her a start and for a moment, Jean couldn't speak. She had seen him around town, hanging out on corners, yet she didn't know his name.
"Hello. . . " Her hand flew to her heart.
"You gave me a start. Can I help you?" she managed to smile thinly at him. "If you're looking for Terri," she said sourly, "she's at the shop-working!"
"I'm not looking for Terri, Mrs. Henderson," he said in an even-toned voice, his eyes shifting back and forth over her face, searching for something that made her uncomfortable. "I came here to talk to you."
"Me?" she heard herself question, an uneasy feeling beginning to foment deep inside her soul. Then, she noticed the one-sided smile slowly creep over his young face.
"I don't want Terri to know I'm here," he lied.
Jean stared at him. Something was wrong, her sixth sense screamed. But what? She saw him nod toward the interior of the house and stupified, she stepped aside, allowing him entrance.
"I think we've got something to discuss . . . concerning your youth work?"
Jean continued to stare at him, her mind trying to weigh the situation, the heavy feeling inside her growing more intense as he stepped past easily and strode into the living room. "C-come inside," she invited, hesitating at his ease. "What did you say your name was?"
"Tod . . . just Tod."
"I'm . . . Jean," she choked.
She followed him into the living room and was shocked and insulted when he dropped onto the couch without being invited, then half-folded one leg up over the other so that his knee rested balancingly on the middle of his calf. She noticed his dusty cowboy boots, scuffed and run-down heels.
"Alright now, what is it?" she snapped down at him, making no motion toward sitting, her suspicious anger rapidly mounting.
He grinned. "Let's cool it, huh, lady?" he calmly spoke in a husky tone, his lopsided grin never leaving his shaggy mustached face. "Getting all uptight isn't gonna make it easier. Let's just say I've come on behalf of Gordy Jackson. Am I making my message clear, Jean?"
His words registered like tiny, searing irons pressed into her brain. She caught each one as it tumbled from his thin lips, the picture . . . horrifying in clarity rapidly forming in her stunned brain. He knew. . . !
"What are you talking about?" she charged. Jean heard her own vocal chords huskily stammer. "I didn't invite you into my house and I'd thank you to leave this minute!"
Her charges were answered with a laugh.
Tod knew he had her cold-assed, and with the pair of joints he'd just blown, he was cool as a cucumber. His brain was clicking along precisely, everything in the room, including her, was clearly magnified and definable, and he knew he had the first punch on the control button.
Christ, she looked even more luscious to him standing there in her tight, flesh colored shorts and matching pullover. Those long knock out legs and the way her lush breasts were firmly thrusting right out at him! He watched those mounds rise and fall with her upset breathing, her entire alluring image burning into his brain and causing his blood-fed cock to turn glutton.
"Baby, I don't intend to leave, not until I've delivered my message. . . unless you'd rather I had a little talk with your husband and the school board," he said, his grin leaving a menacing, tight-lipped leer for her to see. "Now that don't seem too bright on your part. 'Course, I don't know how your ol' man would take to you sucking and fucking kids . . . but I'm damn sure Gordy's ol' lady wouldn't dig the idea too much. What do you think?" His lazy, bloodshot eyes leveled on hers.
Jean sat heavily down into the chair across from him. Her knees had melted to jelly. For a moment the room swam before her eyes. Horror filled her! Oh God . . . the worst of her fears had come real. It made no difference how he knew . . . only that he knew, though intuitively she had the frightening fear that it had something to do with Terri. No doubt he meant every word that had come from his unbrushed mouth . . . and she couldn't let him go to Ralph with it, or tell Gordy's mother!
The desperate young wife could feel the color drain from her cheeks and an uncontrollable trembling had seized her. She was trapped . . . held captive by his gossipy mouth! At last she heard herself whisper: "Wh-what is it you want from me?"
Slowly, Tod's cheerless grin returned and he made no effort to keep his salacious eyes from openly raking over her entire body. After a moment, he managed: "That's better, Jean, baby . . . now you're using your gray matter, 'cause you're trapped . . . just like that!" He snapped his fingers. "There ain' nobody you can go to for help, cause nobody's gonna listen to a child molester. . . "
"Child molester?" Jean's hand flew to her heart.
"Yeah, child molester . . . child fucker . . . kid fucker, sucker. . . "He stared at her for a
M cold moment. "But old Tod's gonna go light on ya, honey. . . outside of a few bucks to buy me some dope and a little o' what the kid got. And the sooner we get the show on the road, the sooner you're gonna have that snot-nosed kid outta your hair-both heads of it," he said, staring at the tight vee of her loins.
Jean felt her cheeks suddenly flush at the reference to her sexuality, actually burning as the emotions of fear, rage and disgust swept shuddering through her lithe body. He was blackmailing her, and there was no weapon left her. Futilely, her brain raced in helpless confusion. God, he was right, she was trapped. The money she could handle.. . but sex . . . with this scraggly creature? Just the thought made her want to vomit!
"Well, you made up your mind yet, or should I get out my dime for the phone?" he pressed, slicing through the turmoil rippling at her whole inner being. "Shall we get into the bedroom and get on with it, or should I leave?"
A sob choked in Jean's constricted throat. She was utterly helpless, and as she sat there gaping incredulously at him, she saw his hand move coarsely down to stroke across the swollen bulge in the front of his dirty Levi's. The lewd gesture, even in her state of frightful repugnance, stirred and incredible sensuous impulse to flutter in her tense belly, the realization shaming her.
"T-this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of!" snapped Jean in one last attempt to discourage him. "It's blackmail and rape . . . two criminal acts!"
That cracked Tod's smooth veneer of tolerance. He felt his anger boiling up inside his guts to churn hotly in his brain and groin. He dropped his crossed leg to the floor and leaned forward, his face a mask of drug-twisted rage. "Listen, you cunt, I'm not gonna waste my breath about the law . . . child molesting is gonna get you ten . . . and I ain't talking money, lady!"
He started toward the front door without turning back, causing Jean's breath to catch in her throat with a sudden panic. "Please.. . wait, don't leave yet.. . ! " she stammered after him, reaching out to grasp his shoulder restrainingly.
Tod hesitated, turning slowly to look at her, knowing for sure he had her now by the submissive plea in her voice, but he remained impassive, if only for effect. Jean's expression was one of trembling, reluctant concession, her lush lips quivering as she stared at him with almost dreading, tear-filled blue eyes. A feeling of sadistic domination rippled through him as he glanced at her small hand placed delicately, pleadingly, on his shoulder, then moved closer to her, slipping his own hands around her slender waist to pull her cringing, voluptuous curves tightly against his lean torso.
The man-sweat smell of him stung Jean's sensitive nostrils as he hauled her up bodily to him, her large breasts flattening against his muscular young chest. His half-opened mouth came hotly down onto hers, thin, harsh lips bruising hers as his thick wet tongue forced its way into her mouth to stab and lash against hers. Then, his big teenage hands were eagerly smoothing down over the tightly encased mounds of her buttocks! Demandingly, they clutched, pulling her tighter against him until his long, thick male hardness was pressuring and jerking heatedly into the soft give her of helpless belly.
The sweet taste of recently smoked marijuana was transferred from his thick tongue to hers as he crushed her lustfully to him. The trapped young wife tried not to think, but that was suddenly impossible with the throbbing pressure of his swollen penis lewdly massaging her lower belly and loins! His mustache tickled her nose and upper lips, his hot, foul breath coming raspily from his nostrils, the strong muscles in his upper back like bands of steel . . . and it was then she realized she had to get out of his clutch!
She pushed him away with her hands, then raising her head spit in his face, the trickle of saliva running down his pock-marked cheek to dribble onto his dirty T-shirt. Slowly his hand reached up to wipe the streak clean, then he grabbed her quickly darting body by the hair and swung her around.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at his hands to try to extricate herself from his clasp. Lord, it felt like he was scalping her! With an ease that terrified, her, he swung her around to face him.
"Don't you ever do nothin' like that again, lady . . . or I swear to God, I'll beat you bloody!" His eyes bit into hers as slowly he released his hold, leaving her sobbing and whimpering. Then a smile crossed his face. "Now . . . let's strip these clothes off so we can fuck, baby. And you better be hell in bed or the school board's gonna hear about you!"
"Noooo! Nooooo!" wailed Jean, torn between the chance for escape and the pain she knew would be hers if she did.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Now shuddup and get those clothes off!" Whack!
A sharp pain cracked across her cheek. Tod shook his long-haired head in amazement, while she tried to keep distance between them. His rigid cock cramped painfully inside his tight Levi's pulsed with desire at the luscious, vulnerable sight of her pleading before him. He sensed her angered eyes narrowing and the sadistic leer tugging at his mouth once more.
"You're a weird one," he hissed at her. "You still don't understand that I'm in the driver's seat, baby, and I call the shots. I've raised my bounty to a hundred bucks-I don't smoke shit dope . . . but we still fuck!"
Jean's natural reaction was to jump back in shock as he quickly strode toward her again, grasping her slender wrist in his strong fist so hard it cut off the circulation. In giant strides he dragged her toward the bedroom, the realization that he knew which one and where it was located frighteningly astonishing her. He spun her into the room and threw her down on the bed. She lay there breathing heavily, watching wide-eyed as she suddenly walked to the yanked down the shade.
"Now strip, Jean baby. I'm not kidding.. .
Sti get naked or I'll get nasty and I don't think you wanna have to explain a bunch of bruises on your body to the old man when he comes home!" he spat at her as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, leaving his tanned, muscular young body naked to the waist.
For long seconds, Jean was paralyzed with fear. God, this young male animal would stoop at nothing to humiliate her, yet the nagging question was never answered: How had he discovered her secret? Now she was going to pay for that mistake, she realized, trembling when he began to unfasten his Levi's and pressed their tightness down over his lean hips and hairy, strong legs toward the floor. Then, her breathing hitched as she saw the huge bulge stretching the white cotton of his shorts, a familiar spiraling of sensations leaping right back into being inside her.
"I wasn't jokin', girl. Either you take 'em off or I rip 'em off of ya!" snarled Tod at her, reaching down to shove his shorts floorward, then kicking them to one side as he stood before her naked!
Plain, spellbinding fear kept her motionless . . . and the fascination as she stared at his long, thick lewdly exposed cock jutting out from his lean, hair-covered loins. Lord, but the guy was built! Her eyes dropped down to his bloated young balls hanging like two tennis balls between muscular thighs, and then she sucked in her breath. He was moving toward her, a fierce expression of brutal lust contorting his teenage face!
Jean cowered into the bed, holding up her hand to shield herself from the next painful blow. "No . . . no, please! I'll do it!" she chokingly whispered. "D-Don't hurt me, Tod . . . I'll do whatever you want me to!"
He stopped, those same masculine impulses of wild dominance charging wildly through his naked body again. He took a step backward so that he could better watch the effects of his dominance as she slipped the flesh colored jersey up over her head! Her long blonde hair went up with it, caught inside, then came fluttering down around her sloping white shoulders like a golden snowfall. He gaped at her breasts, high set and lacily cupped in the white brassiere she was working at from behind. It fell away to reveal the still firmly rounded mounds with their bikini-patterned whiteness and the tiny hard buds of her nipples! They swayed, those full voluptuous breasts, rippling slightly right before his eyes as she wriggled her tight shorts down over the curved flare of her hips, then the matching white nylon panties . . . until she stood lusciously naked, looking at him and waiting, those beautiful breasts rising and falling.
Christ, this chick could drive a guy insane! He almost wished she'd fight him and show some spunk. The look in those slitted blue eyes, the loose expression of her mouth . . . just as she'd been in the living room when he'd rubbed his aching cock right against her sweet little pussy . . . she was a wild one . . . hungry. Had to be to suck off boys. She was aching for his cock. . . she just didn't know it yet. His eyes fixed on the blonde-curled vee of her cunt, that ribbon of moist inner flesh faintly splitting the puffed, outer lips in a thin curved line between the fullness of her thighs.
"Get your ass over here," he growled, dropping his hand to pump at his tormentingly hard cock, the other resting against his narrow hip. He watched her every curve-rippling move as she silently conceded to come toward him, hanging her head in fear, her eyes peeking out from the shroud of blonde hair to watch transfixed as he pumped at his cock. "Get down on your hands and knees, bitch!"
"No . . . I. . . I," she sobbed into her hands, but he brutally grabbed her wrist and wrenched it, bringing her to her knees in front of him.
Fearfully, she knelt on an eye-level with the teenager's thickly distended penis still held salaciously in his working hand, his manipulation of its heavy foreskin giving her fleeting glimpses of the bulbous, purple knobbed head and the tiny eye dribbling with a seeping of seminal juice.
"Take it in your hand, baby! That's it," Tod gasped. "Now stroke it nice and gentle . . . and play with my balls!"
His words came down to Jean like obscene words from a slave master. She reached forward, curling her slender fingers around his thick rod of hotly quivering male flesh, the very feel of it setting off something hellish in her body. She sensed the vaginal moisture beginning to seep warmly from between her cuntal lips, slowly saturating her there and dampening her inner thighs. Gently, as he'd ordered, she stroked it, her feverish eyes fixed on the split at its swollen purple tip where tiny, clear drops of pre-cum had begun to dribble down beneath, while a new bubble was just now showing its head.
"Now, rub the tip of it around those luscious lips, Jean . . . all around in a big circle . . . then lick it! You hear? Lick it!" he lustfully commanded.
Hating herself for complying, she did.
It was so big . . . bigger than Ralph's and certainly bigger than Gordy's, Jean thought as she did exactly as he had ordered. The hot, hard feel of it in her hand, and the maddening contact of it with her lips, wetly smearing them with his escaped seminal fluid secreting from its pulsating tip . . . oh God . . . could it be she was getting sexually excited?
In an unbelievable world of his own, Tod sadistically watched the young, naked wife's hands and tongue work at his cock. He knew he had the upper hand, but that didn't make her have to like what she was being forced to do . . . and she was loving it! Suddenly, her tiny pink tongue was licking out to taste the wet spot where his cock head had smeared his fluid over her lips. Fuck, she was a hot to fuck bitch! Boy, had he stepped into a gold mine! Hundred bucks and a hot screw!
"Suck it, baby! Take it into your mouth and suck it good!" he obscenely hissed down at her. "Swallow it. . . and don't stop until I tell you to or that sweet face is gon a be all scratched up, you hear?"
Jean heard his threats and forced her lips into an oval. A secret sensation of inner passion rushed through her at being-being forced to comply with his demands. She hungrily reasoned that she was trying only to erase the guilt of yesterday's crime and that by following this drug-demented teenager's directives, she was absolving herself of guilt. She opened her lips wide and let them slide moistly over the head of his young cock, the blood-fed hugeness of it filling her mouth almost frighteningly, even as she held it and pressed its foreskin back tight, her tongue beginning to lick and swirl eagerly over the spongy flesh. Oooooohhh . . . she was saving Ralph and herself.
Sweet fuck! She was sucking him! Her little tongue was licking at the underside of his cock head. Goddamnit, he'd blow his nuts right in her face before he was ready! This show had to linger, had to end in a galactic crash! No teeny chick stuff like just sucking him off! He had to fuck her . . . everything!
"Hold those lips, doll! That's it for now in that department!" Tod exclaimed, jerking his hard cock from her sucking mouth. "Get up on the bed with your legs wide, baby . . . I'm gonna fuck your guts out!"
In apprehension and a bit of disappointment, too, Jean felt his long length of virile teenage cock flesh jerk back out of her mouth, and the urge to grasp it was almost overwhelming. But instead, she got to her feet and walked to the bed crawling on and positioning herself on her back with half-spread upraised thighs. She watched him clasp the length of his hardness and move toward her, easing onto the bed, but not between her legs . . . above them . . . straddling her naked hips and moving upward toward her face until he was over her chest . . . her breasts!
"I'm gonna fuck your tits, don't get so shook! Just hold them up from each side all nice and tight, Jeannie!"
Ooogle-eyed, Jean watched him move upward straddling her trembling nakedness until his long, thick cock lay resting in the smooth valley between her pink nippled breasts! Unknown thrills of base lust raged in her soft belly. It wasn't as if she didn't know such lascivious acts took place! Reluctantly eyeing him, her hands pushed at her outer breasts, forcing them snugly inward to engulf his young furious cock.
Like a long, thick bar of hot, ridged steel, she felt and saw his blood-engorged penis moving back and forth, burning into the soft white flesh of her straining breasts she held with both hands, helping to smother his rigid young cock. She felt the hairy bloatedness of his velvet smooth balls caressing the sensitive flesh of her chest, and excitedly she lifted her head, hungrily extending her little tongue as far as she could, trying to reach the hot bulbous cock head that was glistening wetly each time it appeared between the mounds. He moved up higher so that she could touch it, and with a greed that shocked her, Jean wormed her tongue tip into the moistened end split to again taste the delicious droplets of his escaping seminal fluid!
In a fit of taunting sadism, the lanky teenager grunted aloud at both the feel and sight, then slid his heavy rod back down until it was only a fraction of an inch from her wild tongue and beautiful face, her head and neck straining the formation of a question mark! She moaned in sensuous need as if craving the torment to purge her soul, and Tod couldn't help but grin wickedly at her desperate attempt to reach it. Christ, he'd never seen a bitch so fucking all fired hot in his life! With a brutal lunge, he thrust his cock forward again between the hot, marshmallow-like mounds of her luscious breasts, almost ramming the flat headed tip against the moistness of her sensually soft lips! But quickly they opened into an ovaled invitation, locking in a possessive, hot pressure around it!
Tod couldn't resist! He inched higher up onto her, forcing his throbbing rod of lust-rigid cock flesh to slide along up her working little tongue without mercy! Her eyes began to widen apprehensively as he eased it further in between her grotesquely clasping lips, until the tip of its blood-swollen heat was nearly touching the back of her throat. He knew she was about to gag, but the sight of his thick-veined, white hardness three-quarters vanished beyond the tense rim of her rounded lips made him hold it there! Slowly, her now passion-glassy eyes came back to normal as he sensed her tongue beginning to work feverishly again at the sensitive, nerve-packed underside of his cock, while her smooth-skinned cheeks began to move in and out as she tried to suck it!
"Goddamn!" he cursed the impulses her churning tongue and buttery mouth set off in his teenage belly and loins. He withdrew all the way once more as Jean moaned out her frustration, and then breathing harshly, he moved down between her quickly spread open thighs. The blonde captive wife continued to whimper and murmur incoherently, suddenly writhing her curved white hips upward, waving her golden haired loins pouting cuntal lips at his aching hard cock. Reaching down between them, she grabbed it in her hand to part her flushed wet pussy lips with its rubbery head.
Immediately, Tod skewered up between her legs, grinding his teeth lustfully while she squirmed and wriggled under him in naked, animalistic desire. His cock burned as if someone had been jabbing it with needles, and his balls felt like an over filled cauldron ready to explode. He drove his cock deep into her.. . deep and deeper up into the hot, receptive cuntal hole, feeling the spasmodic squeezing of her greedy adult cunt . . . the sucking grip of her velvety cunt drawing at his very guts!
"Oh God . . . you're so big, groaned Jean, totally lost in her need to be filled. She hissed, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his powerful young shoulder, rotating her up-thrust loins wildly around his soaring cock, then flinging her long tan legs in the air to wind them around his back.
Her curvaceous body jerked and bucked, squirming nakedly beneath him as she continued to moan out her lust, her beautiful face a mask of ecstasy . . . mouth open, neck tensing, nostrils flared wide, a sheen of sweat evident on her forehead beneath her disheveled blonde hair. Christ, what a doll! She was better even than her sister-in-law, and that girl could pack a wallop in the sack. He ought to know; he fucked her brains out last night after crawling through the window while Jeannie here slept.
He felt the soft liquid flesh of her seething cuntal hole clinging to his pulsating hardness, holding him tightly up inside her, pulling and milking crazily at his pounding, ever-growing cock fucking savagely up into her. He levered upward on his toes and brutally plunged the last remaining fraction of an inch of his steely rod into her wide split loins, raising a new whimper of intoxication from her lush lips, her eyes saucering in an amazed expression of cock worship.
"Aaaggghhh . . . unngggh . . . please . . . please.. . make me cum. . . make me cum.. . please. . . . "
She whimpered in open admiration as he clutched the smooth, rounded oval of her madly working ass cheeks, hauling them off the bed up to him. Then, again he lifted himself to better advantage, thrusting and grinding into her with all the strength of his young powerful hips and thighs, his swollen sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the widespread cheeks of her buttocks and beating down against her tiny naked anus with his rhythmic strokes that sent incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine!
That must be it, he thought. The coach.. . her old man can't get her off for Chrissake! No wonder she suck's off little boys to get her jollies . . . maybe he's queer.. . or impotent . . . what a frigging kick in the gut for a guy, especially with a hot assed piece like this! But all the better for Tod, because he was going to fill her so full of cock he'd kill her.
The soft quivering of her rounded buttocks flexing and relaxing caused the smooth, warm flesh to ridge between his strong fingers as he squeezed his big hands tightly into them. He drew her mercilessly onto his straining cock, feeling her hot, full thighs opening even farther apart to him, flowering the wet, steaming hole of her pink cunt wider in acceptance of his hardness fucking even deeper and deeper until it banged against her spongy cervix and folded over on the end!
Furiously, he thundered into her soft, vulnerable loins, her mind-boggling, golden hair-sprinkled loins with the receptive hot fissure beautifully splitting it, pummeled like a oil rig into its searing, liquid depths with powerful, intense strokes. His brain still spun, caught up in the lustful whirlpool of the slaving task cut out for him.. . and goddamn, he wasn't about to let her down.
He gaped at the naked white dream of her firm, full breasts beneath him, letting his eyes saturate themselves with their lusty beauty, watching them quiver and sway sideways toward the bed, their ripened pink nipples as hard as marbles. Fuck, too much . . . too fucking much! He rammed into her demonically, causing her to grunt and cry as she arched her neck with the pain-pleasure of his wild lovemaking.