Chapter 7
The force of Jim's humps began to lift wilted Laura from the bed. Her head remained on the sheets however. Her eyes were closed and her mouth dribbled saliva. His prick made sharp squirting sounds as it slid easily into her rectum. He rammed it into her. It seemed to go further and further with every succeeding thrust until the very root of it would disappear.
His balls slapped against her pussy. They were wet, hot and swollen. He knew that he was about to come.
"You told me before that you had something to give me, bitch! Now I have something to give you!"
His body lurched as he gave a firesome hump. His balls exploded and his boiling come began to flow. Laura could feel his throbbing cock inside her. It seemed to swell more and more until his hot wads of semen began to flow.
Laura's body tensed up as Jim's come raced into her. It seared her as it raced up the darkness of her opening. Wad after relentless wad of his hot, sticky come shot from his cock. She squirmed and shook as he came. Her movements were thwarted however by his strong hands clamped to her hips.
He pressed his full weight upon her. His blasting cock tested the very limits of his loins. "Ahhhh!" he moaned in pleasure and tension.
Laura's hands reached for the cheap, wooden bed post as he pressed down upon her. She clutched at them as his blasting boner filled her body with hot, boiling love juice. She bit her bottom lip and made muffled moans as he face buried itself in a soft pillow.
"Take every drop of my come you slut bitch! You wanted it so bad now take it!" His sexual energy had turned to fury. He wanted to fuck her ass hole bloody and was doing just that. As Bob's prick had done before, he burst several small capillaries deep within her anus. He could feel a warm trickle of blood run over his hot, firing fuck tool. It drove him to further heights in his driving lust to fuck the girl raw.
"You love my prick bitch! Don't give me those phony, fucking moans of pain. You have had a prick up your ass hole before! You knew what it was like! You love it!"
Regardless of how she felt, he certainly loved it! "You have a tight, hot hole honey! Ahhh!"
His prick issued another blast of hot scum. Her body was gorged with his hot fluid now. She groaned and dribbled as her body flushed beneath a coating film of perspiration.
When he had finally finished he rose from her pathetic body and stood by the side of the bed. For several minutes, dear Laura didn't move a muscle. Finally, Jim began to hear her sob. He watched as her body began to shake. She took her hands from the headboard and slowly moved them to her torn, bleeding ass-hole.
Jim thought she was disgusting. The hot, little bitch still had her tight boots on with her fishnet stockings, garter belt and bra. Her shiny necklace still hung from her neck. She was still seductive looking as hell but in the calm that followed his orgasm he felt only contempt for her.
He left her there in her misery and went into the bathroom to wash off the brown ring that had formed on his prick. It was limp now and quite small. He looked at it as he splashed warm water over it. It didn't look at all formidable.
He returned to the larger room and there he found Laura sitting on the edge of the bed. Her face was covered with her hands and she cried softly. He felt a tinge of compassion for the confused teen. She must have been quite screwed up in the head to go to all the trouble to get him into bed. There must have been hundreds of young studs who would have loved to ball her, he thought. Why of all the men in Fairfield did she come to him?
He went over to her and gently rubbed her head. His daughter was her same age. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I can't get enough," she said weakly as she began to stroke his flaccid rod. "Can you get hard again? Please?"
Jim was confused now. Sweet Laura had seemed so virginal and naive to him before they had met that night. After he had ass fucked her he figured he might have to carry her out to his car. But now here she was with tears in her eyes stroking his erecting prick.
"I'll suck you off." she said as if the act would garnish his approval, she smiled through her tears. "It's beginning to get hard again. Ummmmmm."
He watched as she opened her large mouth and pulled his stiffening rod right into it.
"Ohhhh!" he groaned as her wet, wagging tongue wrapped itself around the tip of his prick. He was hard once more.
In seconds, he held her head with both hands and moved his prick into her slurping mouth. Her tongue flecked at his come slit in supplicant affection. She sucked at its entire length and blew hard upon it when she had managed to get it fully into her gaping mouth.
Jim backed away from her and her neck followed after his receding prick. He wanted to sit down on the room's white chair as she worked her large lovely mouth over his rock hard prick.
He fell into the chair as Laura gobbled on. He couldn't see her fingering herself as she sucked. Neither could he see her pull on her cunt bone and ram four of her fingers into her open, hungry hole. His head hung over the back of the chair and his arms rested limply at his sides. She was giving him the best blow job he had ever had in his entire life. Sweet Laura was a natural.
"Suck it," he moaned. "Suck my scum right out of it!"
Dear Laura almost gagged herself as she gulped on his eleven inch boner. It felt so strong and muscular. She loved the feeling it gave her. She was a woman performing an act upon a man that nature had commissioned her to do.
"Ummmmmm!" she managed to groan as she sucked and blew on his hard, thumpingly huge prick.
Jim didn't mouth fuck sweet Laura. She gave him a blow job. There was a difference. Laura felt like she could enjoy her act on her own time. She continued to finger herself. In time, she managed to ram her clenched fist into her hole. She knelt on the floor with her legs spread as far as possible apart from each other. Her buttocks quivered as she sucked his prick and fist fucked herself. Her head bobbed up and down as she slurped and sucked on Jim's hot rod.
With her free hand, she unsnapped her bra and granted freedom to her bound breasts. They burst out of the black lacy bra and were soon swinging rhythmically to Laura's bobbing head.
She breathed deeply when she felt her own orgasm begin to break within her. She wanted
Jim to shoot off his gism into her mouth at the same instant as she showered her ramming fist with warm, sweet pussy juices. Laura could sense that Jim would shoot off his hot come in less than a minute so she worked her fist into her cunt with greater and greater force.
Jim's body tensed and his hands grabbed at Laura's head. He sat up erect in the chair and took a series of short deep breaths.
"I'm coming!" he whispered in sexual desperation.
At that very second Laura's own orgasm broke within her. She pulled her fist out of her cunt and clutched Jim's bursting boner at its roots with both of her hands. She slammed shut her eyes and sucked.
His first clot of come shot into her eager mouth and immediately was swallowed. Her cunt sprayed forth its own juices in perfect synchronization.
Both of their bodies shook as orgiastic joy swept through them. Jim's next come clot hit the underside of her tongue and swirled it around her mouth before she gulped it down.
"Ahhhh! That's it bitch! Swallow every drop of it!"
And that she did. His come was hot and thick. It filled her mouth before she was able to swallow. Her cheeks swelled with his blasting prick and its hot come. Small droplets of it dangled from her lips as she chewed on the very pubic hairs at the base of his dick.
Her cunt humped violently at thin air. Thick, sweet come drops dribbled from the humid folds of her churning pussy. She only wished that the huge, coming boner lodged deeply in her throat was in her cunt. But it certainly felt great in her mouth!
She sucked and slurped wildly as her orgasm threw her into spasms of hot pleasure. The rug directly below her was soon covered by the hot juice streaming from her twat. As Jim shot off his last thick blast of hot come, Laura's pussy released its own finally burst of lust liquid.
She had swallowed all of his come that she could. But as she lifted her head from his now flaccid prick she wiped some of the sex cream from her chin with the back of her hand. She breathed deeply and looked up at Jim.
"Did you like that?" The little bitch craved approval almost as much as she did hot come.
"Yeah," Jim answered weakly. Her hot sucking had left him spent. "Let's get out of here."
Laura began to pout. "But you didn't even fuck me straight." She stood up in front of him and stuck her fingers into her wet cunt hole.
"Come on! Fuck mi straight! My pussy wants that hot prick of yours!"
Her boots held her legs high and her fish net stockings pulled them even firmer than they were already. Her garter belt cinched her waist. She was a hot little bitch alright, she began to grind her cunt in his face and run her lithe fingers through her glistening, blonde hair surrounding her young, beautiful face.
"Come on, Jim! Laura wants your prick in her cunt! Come on!"
Jim couldn't believe it but his prick began to grow for the third time. He hadn't fucked three times in a row since his honeymoon.
"You slutty little whore! I'll fuck you straight. Get on the bed and spread your legs!"
Laura jumped onto the bed and spread her legs. She bent her knees and humped her cunt up in the air. She was cock starved.
"Come on, Jim! Give me everything you got! Give me that prick! I've had it up my ass hole and in my mouth. Now I want it in my cunt! Fuck me!"
Jim lept upon her and kissed at her neck and face wildly. He tasted the salty taste of his own come on her neck but didn't care. He wanted his prick in her hot, young cunt.
She grabbed for it with nervous fingers. As soon as she had it in her hands, she guided it into her hole.
"Ahhhh!" She moaned. Now hump it into me! Drive that cock deep into my tight hole!"
Jim was like a wild bull. He humped her with violent, brutish strength. He felt his prick slide easily into her hole. It was wet, tight and soft. It seemed to squeeze his boner in gratefulness. Her hole was a gracious host!
She lifted her booted legs from the bed and wrapped them around Jim's waist. She was riding a man with a hot, hungry cock and she loved it.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she squealed. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Jim's hands slid under her and squeezed her buttocks. With each hump he pulled them open to give his prick free access to the dark recesses of her hole. When he had his eleven inch boner as far into her as the particular hump would carry it he pressed her buttocks together.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "Your prick is so big!"
Laura felt complete. Although Jim had ass fucked her and came in her mouth only moments before, it was only the sensation of a cock in her cunt that gave her the feeling of wholeness she craved. Bob Nelson had given her that. Her cunt gave his prick a loving massage. As he humped it in and out of her, she squeezed it in torrid happiness.
Sweet Laura loved cock. Bob Nelson had shown her that despite her innocence. What she taught herself however was that any cock big enough could give her the same pleasure.
"Give me your come!" she moaned caught in a whirlpool of desire. "Come in my cunt!"
Jim said nothing. His balls worked feverishly boiling up a fresh load of come. He humped her pussy and sucked her neck. Her beautiful hair was in disarray on the pillow. Her mouth was open with the strain of his thrusting joint. She began to move up and down as Jim's humps grew in power and intensity. She knew that his third orgasm was near. She wanted to come again at the instant he did.
Jim's movements took on the characteristics of an animal blinded by passion. All he could think about was reaching an orgasm. Every cell in his body seemed to work in a cooperative effort to bring about his desired result.
He began to press his body closer and closer to hers. His breathing grew deep and short. Laura felt as if she was going to be crushed.
Suddenly, it happened. His cock shot off its first blast. Her cunt consumed it like a famished child consumes bread. Her legs began to kick up above the sexual fray and she began to come too!
The room filled with groans, deep breathing, moans and strange noises as their flesh locked together in a tribute to raw fuckery.
When their passions finally subsided, Jim rolled off of sweet, spent Laura and stared dumbly at the ceiling. Laura snuggled up to him and began to rub the hair on his chest. He didn't mind. He felt like a brave man. All the castrating his wife had attempted to do to him was swept away by the hot, little bitch lying next to him. He clasped his hands beneath his head and smiled.
The fucked out couple dozed. Twenty minutes later, Laura woke with a start. It was getting late and she knew it. She had to be home at a "reasonable hour" according to her father. If she wasn't, he would call Kim's house and her alibi would be blown.
"Hey! We fell asleep! Come on! I've got to get home."
Laura jumped from the bed and scrambled about the floor looking for her panties. She found them but they were ripped badly. She tossed them aside and grabbed her jeans. In seconds, the high priced call girl look had been replaced by the look of a foxy teenaged girl.
As she dashed about the room getting dressed, Jim merely sat up and watched. He wasn't in a hurry. So what did it matter if Laura was caught in a lie by her father. There was no way she was going to point a finger at him. Nobody would believe it if she did anyway. But her nervousness was contagious and he soon got to his fee and began to dress.
"Please Mr. Williams! I have got to get home!"
"So it's Mr. Williams now, is it?" Jim asked.
Laura stopped and looked at him. "I guess it is, for now. Please now. Let's go!"
Jim dressed in less than two minutes and gave the room a quick inspection before he and Laura left. They then dashed towards his car. It seemed like the coldest night of the Fall. The wind swirled around the darkened parking lot as they ducked into the safety of Jim's car.
"Brrrr!" Laura said rapidly. "Put the heat on! It's cold out there.
Jim turned on the engine and the heater at the same time. He stopped briefly next to the motel's office, dashed through its glass door and left the key on the desk. Seconds later, Mr. Williams and his daughter's best friend were heading back to Fairfield.
"Listen." Jim said as they neared town. "I'll drop you off a few blocks from your house. It's only eleven o'clock so everything will be all right with your folks. I don't think we should do this again. It really is dangerous. I mean, I could go to jail if anyone found out."
Dear dominant Mr. Williams was so heroic.
"Sure, Mr. Williams," Laura replied. She was practicing her old familiar role with him. She promised herself at that moment never to think of what had happened that night.
When Jim had finally reached Fairfield, he slowed his car down and began to cruise its streets heading for Laura's house. He dared not go any closer than three blocks from it.
He pulled over to the curb on a quiet, tree-lined street.
"Okay! This will be good for you, right? You have about three blocks to walk to your house. This will always be just between you and me, right? I mean, what happened tonight. You know, at the.. .motel."
"It's alright!" Laura laughed. She opened the car door. "I got off," she added caustically.
She closed the door behind her and pulled her short, tight leather coat closer to her as she walked into the wind. The trees rustled above her as she bent her face towards the leaf filled sidewalk. She didn't have to look up. She knew the way home.
She breathed deeply and rubbed her hands together as she bounded up the steps of her modest home. The wind howled into the house when she opened the door. As she forced it closed behind her, she heard her mother's voice call out to her from upstairs.
"Laura? Is that you?"
She replied immediately. "Yes, mother. It's me, alright. I'll be right up. go back to sleep."
"Come to bed honey!" she called down again. "It's late!"
Laura sat down on the chair next to the stairs and rested the heel of her left boot on the toe of her right one. She felt kind of numb. What had happened that night didn't seem exciting and important anymore. It was past history. All that remained was an occasional sharp pain in her rectum and a salty taste in her mouth. She rubbed her face with the tips of her fingers. It was late and she ws tired.
She rose to her feet, considered going into the kitchen for a cold drink but then turned and began to lumber up the stairs.
When she reached her room she undressed. Her bra, garter belt, and fishnet stockings were returned to their hiding place. She looked at her reflection in the mirror before she took off her shiny necklace. A frown came upon her face. She felt soiled and dirty.
In a quick motion, she grabbed her bathrobe and rushed to the bathroom outside of her room and down at the end of the hall. She had to pass her parents' bedroom so she proceeded with caution.
As she bathed her young body under the steady flow of hot water streaming from the shower's nozzle she thought of Bob Nelson. He had meant so much to her before that first night together in his van. But his dream lover status quickly faded into reality. He was just another guy to her now. Jim Williams meant nothing to her but he did provide her with the awareness that Bob Nelson could be replaced by most any guy who had a big enough cock.
She scrubbed her body vigorously. She knew that she wanted more sex and with a different partner. And she wanted it soon. But she regretted her lost innocence. She somehow felt unclean as if her acts with Bob and Jim had tarnished her youth. She was a jewel that had been abused and treated shabbily. But it didn't matter anymore to her. She shrugged her shoulders and figured that there was nothing she could do about the past. She couldn't, deny her new sexual needs but life in Fairfield would surely become unbearably boring. She just had to accept herself the way she was now. She wanted hot sex and didn't give a damn about things like honor and self-respect anymore.
Unconsciously, she rubbed the washcloth across her young pussy. It had become sensitized to her touch from her frequent acts of masturbation but somehow the wet, warm cloth sent a sexual charge through her body. For an instant, she considered masturbating right there in he shower but finally decided against it.
"Enough is enough," she said to herself. "Tomorrow will be another day."
With that she turned off the water, stepped out of the tub, dried herself off with a large red towel, put her bathrobe back on and returned to her room.
Laura sat down at her dresser and combed out her wet, blonde hair. It had gotten very knotted in the shower. When she was through, her eyes spotted the book she had taken.out of the library just last Saturday.
She picked it up and paged through it for the first time since it had caught her eyes as it lay on the shelf of the library. The front few pages contained the actual poem entitled, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner." The rest of the thin volume was made up of critical essays on he poem.
"All these essays on this one poem?" she asked herself in quiet reflectiveness.
She took off her robe and slipped into her bed. Before she began to read she carefully turned up the pale, yellow lampshade on the table next to her bed. The light was more than ample but her tired eyes squinted as she read the timeless poem's words.
After reading a few lines she decided that it would be too heavy to complete. She was so tired and not nearly as interested in it as she once was. One particular passage struck her however. It had been circled in thick red ink by a previous reader. As she faded off to sleep its words passed her lips.
"Alone, alone, all, all alone, alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on my soul in agony!"