Chapter 11
The rest of the vacation went too fast for Helen. To begin with, Andy actually began making her feel good at night when he fucked her. He wouldn't go down on her, but he did take his time and finger her cunt until she was nice and wet. Then he fucked her, and because she was so wet, he took long enough to come so that she had her own orgasm. He took to fucking her every night, and she came every night, but it was always the same, flat-on-her-back routine without variation. But at least he was showing her some consideration.
During the day, Helen occasionally went shopping with Maggie, but for the most part she relaxed around the cabin while Joe and her husband went into town, or went fishing, or boating, or even hiking. As a result, Zip somehow or other managed to fill most of her late mornings and early afternoons. Zip made up for her husband's routineness. The boy always found some interesting new position or some different way for the two of them to make love. But he still hadn't asked her to go down on him.
Oddly enough, the next time Helen sucked a cock, it wasn't Zip's, nor was it Andy's. Though she would never openly admit it to anyone, it was a rape she thoroughly enjoyed.
It was the late afternoon of their last day at the cabin, and Andy had taken Zip to a small auto supply store in town, because Zip was interested in learning about cars, and Andy wanted to show him the differences between the various auto parts belonging to different makes of cars. Maggie, as usual, was at one of the local curio shops, and Helen, missing her afternoon with Zip, felt all alone. Besides, her period was due shortly.
She decided to take a quick shower with everyone gone from the cabin. It wasn't often that anyone had a chance to have the bathroom to themselves.
Undressing, she carried her robe as she nakedly walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was unaware that Joe Cerrone had been walking into the cabin as she had entered the bathroom, and he had seen her naked form just before she had closed the bathroom door.
There was no lock on the bathroom door, but it had been deemed unnecessary because when no one was in the bathroom, the door was left open. When the bathroom door was closed, it was automatically assumed someone was in there. So Helen never thought twice as she stepped into the shower and pulled the almost-transparent shower curtain shut. Therefore, she was unaware that Joe Cerrone had quietly stepped into the bathroom behind her, and he had seated himself on the closed commode and watched her figure through the shower curtain.
Helen was on fire. Her period would be there before the end of the day, and she knew Zip would be unable to do anything for her. So she began playing with herself, rubbing her clitoris with one hand while soaping herself with the other hand. After she had soaped herself, she stood under the hot water and fingered her anus with her other hand while continuing to play with her pussy.
Joe watched, amused, deciding Helen was obviously totally different from the way he had imagined her. He had always thought of her as cold, almost frosty, indifferent to sex. But after that night when he had heard her in the throes of orgasm, he knew better. Now, just watching her had turned on the pilot light of his sex drive, and he felt his thick cock growing in his pants, pushing frantically as if hoping to get a glimpse of Helen, too.
Through the curtain he was able to see her bending just the littlest bit now, her knees spread wide apart as she held onto the faucet for support. She began rubbing her aroused clitoris faster and faster. It made Joe wonder what Helen was thinking about. Was she thinking about Andy, or was she possibly imagining herself with some dream lover. Maybe she was even thinking about him. It wasn't that impossible. After all, he knew he was a good-looking guy, attractive to women, and if other women found him attractive, there was no reason for Helen not to. Maybe the fact that they were such close neighbors, and Maggie was her best friend had prevented Helen from letting Joe know how she felt about him. But as far as Joe was concerned, there was nothing wrong with screwing his wife's best friend. Hell! What were best friends for?
Water continued to rain heavily against Helen's tiny, slender body. The blonde bent, a bit wobbly on her feet as she continued stroking the swollen lips of her tantalizing vagina more and more rapidly, her mind aflame with the imagined tongue of Zip Cerrone burrowing between her white thighs. She saw his eyes glazed with lascivious desire while his working mouth continued sucking and slurping as it pressed against her vaginal opening. By now, she knew only too well how wonderful it was to have the boy suck her. But how would it feel for her to suck him? She knew he had been careful not to try and convince her to do something like that, but at the same time she was certain he was dying to feel her mouth on his cock. She would have to be the one to suggest it, first. She was totally overwhelmed by her own self-induced passion. Too bad she was unable to feel this way when she was with her own husband. But Andy had too many hang-ups. He had apologized countless times for sodomizing her, as well as raping her mouth. Ever since discovering she was capable of coming, he had been much better to her, yet he had his limits.
Her salacious masturbation was becoming more and more furious, and Joe Cerrone came to a conclusion. He knew if he wanted her, he would have to take her now. Otherwise she would scream her head off if he walked in on her after she had come. Then she might go and tell Maggie and Andy. The time to get in there, was now. So he quickly stripped off his shorts, his tee shirt and his undershorts and sandals. His cock was immense, hard, erect, and free-swinging, as were the dangling balls beneath. He didn't have any more time to waste.
Walking over to the shower, he gripped the curtain and tugged it to the side.
"Hi there," he said, smiling at Helen as he jumped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed behind him.
"What??? " Helen gasped, all she was capable of saying as she realized he had caught her masturbating. He stood there, his huge cock throbbing, the head enlarging and retreating, jerking up and down while she remained half bent-over with the washrag between her cuntlips, the scent of sex emanaging strongly from within her. He had obviously seen her masturbating, and she felt guilt wash over her because it was his son she'd had in mind when she had done it. Her emotions were caught between embarrassment, fear, and anger, not knowing which was the most appropriate.
"I needed a shower," Joe smilingly said to her. "I heard the water running, and I figured, what the hell! Let's conserve a little and take a shower together."
"J-Joe, you get out of here," Helen insisted, finally finding her voice. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she found herself unable to take her eyes from the man's penis as it wickedly swayed from side to side.
God! This close she had an opportunity to see how immense a column it really was. It looked like something that might have held up an ancient temple. Not only was it so much longer and thicker than her own husband's, but it was definitely larger than Zip's, and Zip had one huge penis compared to Andy. At the moment it was swaying back and forth like an Indian fakir's basketed cobra, beckoning her closer, as if challenging her to touch it. The thick, engorged, bloated head was almost a deep red, and the tiny vertical slit in the end was oozing more than one drop of clear oil. It was almost as if a drop was coming out with each perceptible pulsing that rippled through the overpowering phallus. Every nerve in her body told her to scream for help, but she knew there was no one around to hear her. But worse, looking at Joe, she was feeling herself-already helplessly aroused-suddenly even more aroused, and every tingling fiber of her being told her to stay, to reach out and touch that massive, lascivious demon standing out from under the thick bush of brown pubic hair.
Her washcloth fell from nerveless fingers, falling to the bottom of the bathtub, making a loud plop as Joe's hands reached out and moved quickly, expertly, tantalizingly up her arms and over the smooth soapiness of her breasts. His fingers gently grasped her tea-rose-colored nipples to test their sponginess, and Helen gasped aloud. He shouldn't do that! He mustn't do that! Oh, but the fingers felt so wonderful. Maybe he really wasn't there, maybe he was just something she had imagined. But why should she want to dream about Joe Cerrone? No, he was real all right.
"P-please, Joe!" she whispered, her voice echoing around the tiled bathroom.
She was becoming more and more afraid, but as she did, he came closer and closer until his arms began embracing her and the pulsing head of his throbbing cock stood straight up between their tightly pressed-together bellies. His lips crushed themselves firmly against her open mouth, and his tongue sought hers in the wet cave, sending more vibrant shivers traveling through Helen's body. Their tongues met and licked and lapped as each dueled for supremacy. Helen realized Zip had taught her well. She was no longer the helpless amateur who knew nothing.
Still, if Andy or Maggie should walk in ... but oh, God! She didn't have any control whatsoever over her helpless body. She felt the cock throbbing against her belly, signaling to her its message of need. She was unable to control the mewl of sudden delight that slipped from her lips the moment one of his hands ran down her back and into the soapy crevice between her buttocks. His fingers rubbing her anus felt better than her own fingers would ever feel. If he wasn't quite as sensuous as Zip, he was certainly more experienced, and the tips of his fingers, plucking ever so gently at her puckered anal ring, excited her more than anything she had been able to do to herself.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she helplessly moaned over and over again as his other hand glided down through the suds on her belly and moved into the sweet dell between her thighs, finding and massaging her swollen clitoris. Oh, God! She needed this! She needed it badly. She had been aching to be fucked by Zip, and this heat surging through her had made her respond even more strongly to what Joe was doing. God! It was good! He was making her body respond as she would have responded to Zip, yet this wasn't Zip. In fact, he was so totally different in the way he handled her, she was certain Zip must have been sired by someone else, because the difference between father and son was the difference between night and day.
Joe turned off the shower, and the roaring in Helen's ears stopped. The room was suddenly, breathlessly silent. All that was audible was the heavy breathing. Her body had total control of her now, and she was unable to resist the wants and needs that had control of her. Her lust fed ravenously on his every sensuous touch, and she was even aroused by the fact that his hirsute body was pressed to hers, the bristly arms and legs causing a tingling through her skin that was felt in the delta between her thighs.
Totally under Joe's control, thoroughly dominated by the devastating guidance of her physical desires, Helen allowed the man to slowly move her around as he tugged back the shower curtain and sat on the edge of the bathtub. All the while he kissed her, first her mouth, then her throat, then her breasts, and then her belly. His tongue was making all kinds of circles in her button-like navel, causing her entire body to vibrate, and then he slitehered even lower to the glisteningly wet pubic hairs covering her tantalizing mount of Venus. He kissed her clitoris a few times, and suddenly Helen screamed, "AAAAA IIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAGGGGHHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUUGGGGG HHHHH!" as she spasmed and came. It was a stronger orgasm than anything her husband had been able to give her, and yet it wasn't enough.
"No more, no more, no more!" she whimpered, temporarily ultra-sensitive, unable to take more. Soon though, she would be ready.
His hands were tugging at her waist, little by little making her sink lower until she was kneeling in the tub. His fingers ran erotic patterns of sensation over her full and quivering breasts, causing both ripe mammaries to tremble even more. Then, abruptly, without warning, he tugged her head down with his fingers twining themselves in her long, wet, blonde hair until her lips were within an inch of his thickly pulsing penis.
"Come on, Helen," Joe said to her, urging her softly, his dark eyes all but commanding her to do his bidding. "Suck it for me, honey! Show me how good you are with your mouth!"
"No! Oh, God, no!" she gasped, terror filling her as her imagination once again went to work, her body roused not only by her inner passions, but by remembrances of Maggie sucking on this same cock. This wasn't the piddling pidookie sported by her husband. This was a cock! If Maggie had been able to take all of it, there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to handle it.
As if she were once again under the influence of scotch, or perhaps drugged, Helen slowly lowered her head while Joe's hands forcefully guided her, pointing her mouth correctly until the tip of his red-flanged cock touched her lips.
No! She didn't want to do this! She didn't want to suck Joe Cerrone's cock! Still, somehow she was being forced into it, and rather than being repelled by the thought as she had been with her own husband, she felt the juices in her cunt start bubbling again. He was making her perform an obscene fellatio. It was rape! It had to be. She would never do something like this of her own free will. Yes! Yes! She was being raped! This being the case, if she did it, no matter how much she liked it, she wouldn't really be to blame. She told herself again and again this had to be some kind of viciously evil plot, but her mind went totally blank as her tantalizing lips suddenly folded themselves around the thick, pulsating head and she tasted the pungency of his slippery penile oils. Her lips automatically compressed around the meaty head.
"Huuuu aaaa nnnnn hhhhhh!" Joe groaned, feeling ecstatic thrills shoot tinglingly through the head of his cock as her tongue slowly, now voluntarily wrapped itself around the ultra-sensitive glans as she allowed more and more of her mouth to cover the massive penis. Oh, God! It felt so good! So wonderful! What was more, thick as this organ was, she found herself sucking it more easily than when her husband had forced his cock into her mouth.
As far as Joe was concerned, Helen had a natural cocking mouth. She was one helluva fellatrice. He moaned repeatedly as he remained barely seated on the edge of the bathtub, and all the while Helen continued her sucking. She was no longer conscious of what she was doing, save that her body had the urge to continue doing it. She stared at his groin as her mouth moved up and down on the throbbing pole, watching the hairy pelvis move toward her, then away, toward her, then away. All the while she felt the smooth, spongy head rubbing lasciviously against her palate, trying to push into the back of her throat. God! This cock was so much longer than Andy's. When her mouth went down far enough so that the head of Joe's penis was where Andy's was just able to reach, Joe still had more than three inches unsucked. She felt somehow that she was wrong in not taking in those last inches. Somehow, in some way, she had to suck on all of it. This entire scene was licentious, yet it had become so exciting to her, she had slipped one of her hands beneath her, pushing a finger between her own cuntlips, rubbing her own clitoris. She was aware of her vaginal hole throbbing uncontrollably.
Sucking hungrily at the phallus in her mouth, she continued rubbing a finger against her own mini-penis, letting the tip of said finger reach into her feminine trench. She timed everything so that she sucked the cock into her mouth as her finger sank into her cunt, and this made it seem as if the thick cock she sucked on was also pushing into her cunt. More than that, the head of his cock was now cramming itself into her gullet, and though she was choking and coughing, the penile point was touching a network of nerve endings in her esophagus that was bringing her to the peak of yet another orgasm. Hard as it was to believe, sucking on this cock was going to make Helen come. All the while, her finger aided and abetted the feeling by driving in and out of her seething channel.
She was going to come again ... yes ... yes ... she felt it, and then, "GGGGGG HHHH LLLL UUUUU RRRRR GGGGGG HHHH AAAAAA CCCCC HHHHH WWWWWW HHUUU RRRR GGGGGG WW-WWW UUUUUU PHHHHH MMMMM WWWWW LLLLL CCCCC HHHHH AAAAA WWWWW AAA-GGGHHHH!"
There was a vague pulsing against her tongue as she felt the throbbing in his urethra, and she knew, he, too, was going to come. She felt the impending rush of semen through the tube until it spurted into her hollow throat, and she gulped, swallowing, aware that she not only didn't find this distasteful, but actually liked the flavor of it. In fact, the spurting sperm down her gullet intensified her own orgasm that much more, and this time she felt totally drained.