Chapter 2
Rachel Thomas lay back in her deck chair and heaved a long troubled sigh. Why, oh why, she thought ... whatever possessed me to come for a week in the Bahamas Castaway Vacation Resort?
She squeezed her eyes tightly closed behind her dark glasses, then opened them again hoping the world would look a bit clearer. The sun was glistening gold on the white sand, casting speckled shadows on her firm tan thighs. She tried to let the warm sun and the sweet ocean air sooth her, tried to let it wash her thoughts away, but she could feel their eyes!
Try as she might, she could not lose her self consciousness of the men staring at her with an overt appreciation of her magnificent, bikini-clad body.
Just because it was a well-known singles resort, everyone assumed she was fair game. Well, she wasn't! But she was having a terrible time keeping these creeps at a comfortable distance. Without exception, the other women at the hotel were younger than Rachel by as much as ten years, yet most of them looked like the summer resort was their last resort! And Rachel Thomas, at thirty-four with a daughter in her teens, was still a knockout.
Her body did not at all reveal her years. This was evident as she rose from the sand to walk towards the water's edge. Every man there was aware of the sensuous beauty of her firm, tan body. Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and her buttocks were tightly globular, undulatingly promising when she walked, despite her efforts to keep her seductive charms in rein. Her breasts were magnificint, their firm roundness swelling over the top of her pink bikini, and her belly was as flat as if she had never borne a child.
And so it was quite natural that men lusted after her, pursued her relentlessly, despite all her attempts to repulse them. In fact, she really resented having to put on such a cold manner all the time. It was no fun to be always on guard, but it was her only protection.
If only she had gone to fat the way almost all of her friends had. Perhaps then she could just lead her own quiet life and not have to deal with men and their selfish lusts. Men wanted nothing but to get into her pants, then as soon as they had taken their sexual pleasure from between her legs, they would desert her. That's what the men she had known when she was younger had done ... that was what the father of her daughter Michelle did to her!
Michelle was now fourteen, and almost since the birth of her child, Rachel had had nothing to do with men. She was sick of their selfish ways ... and until recently she had been perfectly happy running the Reference Section of the St. Charles Main Library. But the past year, with Michelle's approaching maturity and increasing independence, Rachel had begun to feel a bit lonely. She was developing curious longing to be touched and held and sweetly caressed ... beginning to feel peculiar about her lack of male companionship, especially now that Michelle had begun to date. So she had told herself to get out and meet people. The world had changed after all. Women's lib had made its impact. Men were different. Or so she had thought.
But here she was, fighting off advances of men like John Aram, the fat balding banker who was sitting by the water's edge with a newspaper in his lap and a big cigar sticking out of his mouth. Well, she knew what else would be sticking out if he lifted up that newspaper. Ugh, men were just too selfish.
The voluptuous woman stood at the water-line glancing down at the cool blue. Her exquisite form was poised for the next wave. Then she sprang forward into the breaking water. The cool change cleared her head and for a few brief moments she felt wonderful again.
She swam for a while and then headed back to shore. As she began to walk out toward her towel someone was in her way ... Oh Christ! Who was it this time trying to invade the peace she had finally achieved...?
She looked up to see a muscular hairy leg firmly planted on her towel. She glanced higher past a striped swimsuit and beautifully ridged stomach, past a well-muscled chest until her eyes met those of Bob Elliot, his rugged sun-tanned face beaming at her.
"Hi," he called. "You've been avoiding me all morning, angel."
"Hello Bob," she nervously smiled, her eyes flickering briefly away from his. Then she pushed past him trying to avoid brushing her body against his ... against that slight bulge where his cock lay nestled in his striped trunks ... almost, but not quite ... and she felt a surging flash of electricity shoot through her body as she lightly touched against him.
Bob laughed. "Untouched by human hands," he quipped.
Rachel Thomas flushed red, then assumed an air of cool dignity and walked past him to her deck chair. Bob looked after her, a grin on his handsome face as he watched her full, curvaceously rounded asscheeks undulate delightfully before receeding into the distance.
But once back in her place, Rachel slipped on her sunglasses and for a moment watched Bob Elliot closely. He was the only man at the hotel ... in fact the only man anywhere in years ... who even vaguely interested her. He was extremely attractive, with a fine intelligence-he was systems analyst for some large international corporation-and Michelle, her fourteen year old daughter, had been spending all of her time this week with Elliot's son, Tim. It was natural for the teenagers to be together since they were the only young people at the hotel ... but they also seemed captivated by one another and were almost inseperable.
The women at the hotel chased Bob Elliot shamelessly. Every evening she had seen him leave the bar or the casino with a different woman for the night. In fact, Rachel was the only woman who hadn't made a play for the handsome analyst, so he had pursued her quite intensely. But Rachel Thomas was quite sure she would never again let a man in between her legs for his base pleasure alone. Even a man as attractive as Bob Elliot.
Yet despite herself she realized she was using the protection of her sunglasses to take a better look at the man. He certainly was good-looking, that couldn't be denied. He seemed to be in his early forties, yet like herself, his body was that of a man fifteen years younger. Sure, he was intelligent-even charming-but she was too wise, had known too much of men to trust that they weren't sexually driven oafs, every last one of them.
She had been lost in this conjecture when she felt the warmth of another body too close to her own. She looked up. Bob had perched himself next to her, his muscular thigh almost brushing her breast.
"Hey, little Eskimo...." he laughed, "How am I gonna get you to come out of that igloo. You know, give me a chance to melt that ice a little bit, Ms. Thomas?"
"Perhaps you need a little lighter equipment than a blowtorch," she quipped, uncomfortable with the closeness of his muscular body.
"Now, now ... c'mon ... don't be angry at me. I like you. That's all. I like you....You're a lot more attractive and a lot more intelligent than most of the ladies here ... and I thought maybe you'd like to go into town with me to see a film."
She smiled warmly at him. "Thanks for the invitation Bob. But I thought I made myself clear last time. I don't date. I live a quiet life by myself. And I'm very contented with that. I'm just here to get a little rest."
"Is that why you came here during a singles week?" he asked. Then he stood up, and without waiting for her reply walked away.
My God! Rachel thought. She was torn in two. She had to be honest with herself. She had known about it. Perhaps she had come with the hope that maybe she might begin again to allow men into her life. She was lonely. But really, she was not going to give way to some stranger as if she were one of those devices used by men to milk themselves.
Bob was handsome, and she wished she could say yes to him and respond to him the way a healthy, mature woman should. In some ways she really wanted to change her life. But deep down she knew what she was, knew that inherently she was, after all these years, all those cold, single years, she was ... frigid!
Bob Elliot was reluctant to extricate himself from the strong magnetism of Rachel's aura, yet he had to admit to himself that his was a losing game.
Why the hell was this broad so hard to get? he wondered.
He might have thought he was losing his touch if he hadn't already had more than his share of cunt at this fucking hotel. She was something else though. A challenging mixture of intellect and sensuality. He'd been pursuing that voluptuous body of hers with all the wit and wisdom of some thirty years of chasing snatch, and nothing seemed to work with this delectable piece of pussy.
His long experience and sharply toned instinct told him she had one hot little purring machine beneath that cool facade. And he was determined to be the one to stroke it. If only he got near enough for long enough he knew he could kindle her fire. Damn it! He was becoming frustrated enough to tear her bikini off right here and now and fuck his cock deep inside that tight pussy of hers until she screamed for mercy! And Rachel was acting as if she could read his mind-she was reluctant to be alone with him at all!
Bob Elliot stood outside Rachel's door and rapped sharply. She answered wearing a white terrycloth robe and the contrast of her soft silky black hair as it fell over the swell of her breasts emboldened him even more.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply.
"I want you, my lovely," he said as sweetly as he could, his rising passion making his throat thick with desire. "Oh, I want you so bad!"
And before she could decide how to handle this difficult situation, he was in the door.
"No," she cried, terrified of his suddenly direct and lustful approach. "Go away, please! I told you before, I, I, don't...."
"Why?" he murmured ignoring her plea. "Why do you keep me at such a distance? I really do care for you Rachel."
The woman felt torn in half. God, he was attractive but she knew what men were.
"Please," he said reaching for her hand. "We're adults ... we need love, and love is ... is physical!"
Her warm beauty stunned him, and holding her hand, standing within inches of her fragrant body he was literally overwhelmed with the need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her long dark hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered completely to him. Christ, maybe it was more than lust this time ... this woman aroused his feeling so much. He couldn't help himself around her.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was able to whisper into her ear. "Rachel, darling Rachel...."
She squirmed uncomfortably in the handsome man's embrace, placing her hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest until she had disentangled herself. She held him away with her small, delicate hands and spoke to him. "Bob, I am attracted to you, but, but ... I hardly...."
Suddenly he pressed his body against hers, grinding his loins tightly, against the front of her robe. Rachel's emerald eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly. She made a concentrated effort to gain control of a rapidly disintegrating situation. What was happening to her lately? The flood of memories, the passions fired for the first time in so many years. She gasped angrily in an attempt to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging Into the softness of her lower abdomen, all too evident through the thin layer of clothing that separated them.
Bob's implacable smile seemed to widen with an unbearable arrogance as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held her more tightly, pushing harder and harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against the dresser.
"Bob! For heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" As distress was evident in every feature of her beseeching face, she looked up at the handsome man, "You know I don't like this! I won't be mauled-" She knew her voice lacked conviction. Her unconvincing words seemed to have no effect either on the now lewdly grinning man or on the pulsing rod of flesh that was straining against her belly.
"Aw, c'mon Rachel," he pleaded. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"
Then he gently but firmly drew her into a heady, clinging embrace and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild." he cooed softly. "Every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly!"
"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned. Her body was on fire, yet she knew men and she knew she must resist.
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
Rachel had to admit that this man's firm, masculine body felt good pressed against her, its sinewy strength beating against the supple roundness of her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden as instinctively her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her to realize she was replying to him in this way. Bob Elliot possessed an affable charm and a forceful perspnality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to surrender to him was building in intensity. She wanted him. She wanted his warm throbbing cock inside of her and she wanted to be love-fucked by this man!
But the urge was stopped dead, checked as always by the black and terrible cloud of her hurtful past that was always with her, hanging overhead ready to dim any warmth she might feel.
"No! No!" she bleated as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment.
Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Rachel clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms.
"No. No more. Michelle will be coming back any moment. Please, you have to let me go!"
"She's with Tim," he answered breathily. "They're out in a speedboat They won't be back for a couple of hours."
Then with no further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once more crushed his mouth down wetly on her trembling lips. Disregarding her indignantly mumbled protests, he slid one hand down under the fabric of her robe to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers greedily around one of the full, firm cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the raven haired beauty fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. For a wistful moment she wished she could truly let go of her inhibitions and her fears, just for this one time, and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman. But the wounds that had been inflicted on her by other men were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere, in the depths of her consciousness, Helen felt the tempting awareness of Bob's arousing kisses, the gentle yet massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly.
But she was still too afraid, afraid of the pain and heartless treatment she had endured twice before to allow herself to give in now. The dedication which had turned her into an independent and self-reliant woman was built on the need to prove her worth, after men had made her doubt it.
"No ... no ... Bob ... Please ... No...." she moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, Rachel? Why not?" His hand continued to stroke her hotly pulsating thigh and buttocks, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Rachel moaned, a mixture of desperation and passion. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of aroused nerve ends, the throbbing sensations rapidly taking over her mind. Then suddenly his other hand snaked up her quivering belly to cup one of her full, naked breasts beneath her robe, sending tiny licking flames of excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh.
Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing lips of her awakening pussy, until abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her.
Again, the old fears and hesitations returned! She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and her buttocks, and he ground his loins strongly against her thighs. She could tell that his penis was hard and that it had expanded into the full blood-engorged thickness that was bursting to get out of his pants and crawl insidiously up into her nakedly waiting cunt.
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's, let's calm down Bob! Not here, not now! I'm not just one of those desperate spinsters you've been screwing all week!"
"I know you're not Rachel," Bob breathed into her ear. God, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his thickly building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday you'll give yourself in love again ... and I want it to be to me!"
The tender words reminded her of Charles. That was how he had spoken to her, and then he had just fucked her and left her belly filled with semen and unsatisfied. Selfish brutes! All of them nothing but wild, sexual beasts!
Her body stiffened as Bob began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, his mouth locking down again upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of Bob's warmly gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the pervading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breasts, and the hardness of his cock against her trembling tight belly, brought further moans of helpless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past this man and his hot throbbing prick were succeeding in arousing her! Bob was arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet. He was being so tender in his passion. And she was becoming excited in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her fears of masculine betrayal keep her trapped in her loneliness! But all the while, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response....
"OOhhh, Bob! Please don't do this!" she pleaded almost close to tears from her conflict of emotions. But the man's hands fondled the tight cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Rachel's mind. Rachel squirmed In his embrace but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuously firm flesh.
"Oh ... ooooooh...." she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body inflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her resistance. And still came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to trust a man....
The troubled woman made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused systems analyst as his hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her robe and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... then up to the warmly moist pubic hair as she stood naked beneath the garment. A panicky shiver raced through Rachel's sex-inflamed mind, barely coherent in her chaotic sexually aroused state. No! ... No! she couldn't let this happen. But yes! Oh God, his fingers feel so good ... so warm and gentle and good....
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented woman's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, erotic passion surging through her veins. Bob smiled lustfully down at her, and then pressed her back against the nearby dresser, leaning over her until she was forced to slide up onto its top and lie back with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Yes, Rachel, yes...." he intoned softly with heavily panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... we're finally going to break down that barrier of yours...."
Gently, he pushed her down until her head rested against the wall. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and raised her arms to Bob in needful supplication. He, in turn, pushed between her legs until he was standing with his hips holding wide her inner thighs, his bulging loins jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding up and down her inner thighs, brushing against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy, as her robe fell open fully revealing her exquisite body in its voluptuous nakedness.
"Oh Bob ... oh Bob, you mustn't ... oooohhhh," she moaned time and time again. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked hips. In self-defense, her mind tried to assume power over her body which was totally succumbing to its prurient desires. "No ... no, don't...."
Then the man, unheeding of her weak pleas, fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-covered pussy lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep inside. She couldn't seem to control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together. She could feel with obscene delight the coolness of the breeze through the opened window gently caressing her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted in lewd, uncontrollable invitation.
"Oh God!" she panted up into the silence of the room. "Oh God, we mustn't! I-I'm so afraid!"
"It's alright Rachel! You know we must! And you want me to fuck you as much as I want to fuck you!"
Bob Elliot groaned with the building demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm hair-rimmed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers. The sight of this sensual woman lying half naked across the top of the hotel dresser, with her robe hanging open, her head lolling and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrainable animal desire as he ground himself tightly as he could against her passion throbbing cunt. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his swim-suit, while he parted the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening with his long middle finger and teased the soft surrounding fringe of darkly curling pubic hair. He heard Rachel Thomas mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his caresses and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks around on the desk top when he made ecstatic contact with the throbbing little tit of her clitoris.
From where the handsome analyst stood between her legs, he could look down and gaze unhindered at all of her pinkly spread pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his swimsuit and fuck his cock straight ahead! His lust hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly sawing outstretched fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck now or his balls would explode like hand grenades!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow tantalized by Bob's strongly burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed gaping pussy.
She was furious at her lack of control with this rapacious man. But still she undulated her desire maddened thighs in helpless response as he stood teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart until one bare foot rubbed up and down the walnut surface of the dresser drawers with unrestrained passion. Her half closed eyes kept glancing down to the bulging swimsuit on Bob.' God it had been so long since she'd even seen a man's prick-that long, hard throbbing rod of power that had both filled her and hurt her.
She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed thighs was inflaming Bob with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her wanton desires.
And she wanted to see him too! The thought horrified her and attracted her. She wanted to see that strong penis pulsating with the blood of his lust. She relished the idea that only the warm, wet caressing muscles of her puckered cunt could satisfy the burning passion and straining muscles of his lust.
Rachel was being torn apart by her conflicting desires, and she whipped her long, dark hair from side to side exciting Bob even more with the erotic touch of the feathery strands. Her pussy was hot and wet with desire and she ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the littered desk in a futile effort to bring herself back from the all engrossing passion. Bob's hands never ceased their teasing manipulations of her sensitive cunt, and, despairingly, she realized there was to be no escape for her. God, at last she wanted a man's cock to fuck her ... and she wanted it to come into her softly yielding cunt without hesitation. God! She wanted him, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle with herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years...! I want him ...!
Then she could feel him begin to pull down his swimming trunks. She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her desire-flooded cunt was away and was struggling to lower his swimsuit and free his cock. She tried to protest, but her voice froze in her tightly constricted throat. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped around his determined hips, she could only stare up along the valley between her erotically pulsating breasts with tear moistened eyes.
She watched him finally manage to drop his swim trunks down around his ankles, exposing his flushed blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly in his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing toward her wantonly flaring cuntal lips, the huge sperm-swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its base. A moment later and she felt the thick rubbery tip of his swollen penis pressing forward against the nakedly parted lips of her wide-splayed vagina, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept. And she also knew as she saw the throbbing shaft of this handsome man's cock, that she had done this to him, that it was the desire for her body, the desire for her breasts, the desire for her, and she yelled it exultantly in her mind. Her cunt, had aroused him! It was her hair-surrounded cleft that he desired to sink his throbbing cock into. He wanted her as much as she wanted him....But just then her mind returned to Charles, to how she had opened her naked thighs wide to him and how he had hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried out, thrusting her hands against the dresser top and writhing to lift herself, nearly delirious with her last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me goooo!"
"Goddamnit!" Bob growled back. "It's too late to back out now, Rachel!" He finger-fucked her faster with his middle finger, which was still continuing its pasion-arousing rotation deep around in her openly spread pussy. He teased the nub of her erect clitoris and moved still closer, leaning over her to hold her flat to the desk, his mouth trying to close over hers to choke off her cry of protest.
She turned her head to avoid his face and her eyes fluttered as a cry gurgled up from low in her throat. But she couldn't make a sound. The hotel was full of people. She would be disgraced to be discovered like this. And her daughter ... if Michelle ... her daughter whom she had worked so hard to protect
... Michelle the one person who meant anything to her, were to discover her ... She was helpless, unable to act.
Insistently, Bob held his lust-incited penis with his other hand and pressed it against her with persistent concentration, guiding the throbbing head right toward her nakedly quivering vagina. But oh! That cock is so large, larger even than the two men before! How could she take that up in her belly and enjoy it? It was impossible, no matter how much she might love the man! It was too big, too much for her cunt to handle! It was so large!
Now she fought him savagely, trying to raise her legs so she could lock them together, while, at the same time, tightening her straining thighs together as hard as she could to deny entrance to the naked man trapped between.
Bob gritted his teeth and pressed against her harder, wailing, "Fuck, my darling, fuck! I need you now! I've got to have you, don't you see? Oh God, I'm so excited, I'm going to cum, and I want to be fucking in your lovely warm cunt with my cock when I do. I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, skewering her moist hot cuntal slit faster and deeper with his middle finger, using the rest of his hand to press the softly wafting curls of her vaginal lips apart so he could fuck up inside her with one final lunge of his hips.
Then Rachel was unable to stop the powerfully built man from pressing the blood-bloated head of his immense penis against the softness of her dark pubic curls as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his heavily pulsating cock deep into her unguarded belly, she could see that now ... He was no better than all the other men who'd lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the outer lips of her helplessly spread cunt together as tightly as she could, until the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief. She heaved and bucked against his urgent hardness in her effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion, almost hysterical in her terror of being brutally fucked again.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" Bob Elliot blurted heatedly. "I'm going to cum and I want to be inside you!"
"No Bob!" she screamed back, her body full of aching contradictions. "I don't want it! Not ever...!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside, there'd be no stopping him! Then Bob groaned in a low, curdling moan. "Rachel, Rachel baby, I'm cumming! Oh Jesus, I'm cumming...!"
Elliot suddenly stiffened as he stood between her legs and his hardened penis began to jump uncontrollably against her fear-locked vagina. The moaning woman could feel a great flood of hot, cream-like sperm abruptly shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as her navel, and down to the quivering folds of her still wildly struggling pussy. It's obscene heat made her think she was being inundated by a seemingly never-ending flood of liquid fire, and she was only able to stare down between her breasts in horrified fascination as his throbbing cock erupted, spewing out wave after splattering wave of his milky sperm.
At last, his testicles now drained completely, Bob Elliot staggered from between the whimpering woman's naked thighs in almost exhausted passion. He looked down at his now rapidly deflating penis as it leaked a final drop of his cum in a sticky trail across the smooth tile of her hotel room floor. Then, awkwardly trapped with his swimsuit around his ankles, he stooped to pull it back up, wiping the dripping head of his prick with the soft material. That was all Rachel could stand. She stood up and staggered over to the bed where she collapsed in shameful silence, unable to face him further.
"Well, now you see what happens when you tease a man," Bob growled, livid with his own embarrassment. "You're too much of a woman to ignore, Rachel, that's the trouble. You're just too damned much of a woman."
"You're a brute ... an animal!" she screamed. "I don't ever want to see you again!" Hot tears of shame filled her eyes and her hands clenched into two tiny fists at her sides. "I thought I sensed something loving and good in you ... But you're worse than all the rest! You ... you pretended to care about me, and then you ... Ohhhhh, I hate you!"
"You're nothing but a cock-tease." he snapped back disdainfully. "A cold-cunted prude!"
"Get out of here!" she screamed at him. "Get out of my room ... get out ... get out ... get out."
Bob Elliot's mocking laughter rang out through the room.
Fllget at that snooty little cunt of yours yet, and I'll have you begging for it ... just wait!
Alone in the empty silence of her room, Rachel was overcome with loneliness and despair. Her body still vibrated and hungered from the arousal of Bob's attempted lovemaking. And she couldn't stop thinking about the rivers of cum that had pulsated out of his giant penis. That was the trouble. She needed to be satisfied.
The aroused woman rolled over on her back and wriggled her naked buttocks on the bed, raising her legs until her knees were bent and her feet were on the coverlet. Then slowly, ever so slowly she allowed her thighs to part, opening wide the soft, cum-covered lips of her eagerly trembling cunt.
Slowly with her left hand she began to massage her firmly aching breasts, teasing her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger while they throbbed like things alive with a will of their own.
This time she shivered in lewd delight and rubbed her right hand through the pools of still warm cum on her belly and between her thighs all the while recalling Bob's giant erection. Yet his penis was too thick, and long, far too large and demanding to bring her the blissfully exciting sensations she craved. It was like a warrior's sword from which she could only experience pain and suffering.
Gradually, remembering his full-grown cock pressing against the sensitive walls of her wetly throbbing vagina, her brain began to change the image ... alter it into a new more stimulating dream whose very depravity only intensified her erotic yearnings....
As Rachel lay on her bed, her mind began to recreate the afternoon scene vividly, altering the reality into a picture far more pleasant. She imagined how she might look in bed writhing and eager to be fucked. And it was Bob who was hanging over her. A naked fully stiffened Bob. But it was a different Bob, a changed Bob, a Bob to whom she could respond.
His long thick penis was in view now, only this time she craved it inside of her ... her cunt flared wide for it....
Her stomach tingled with a series of fluttering sensations as the arousing images of this imaginary Bob making tender, romantic love filtered through her mind. Yes ... Bob was on to of her, his naked body pressing down upon hers, his breath hot upon her face while his virilely erected cock slid wetly up into the warm welcoming sleeve of her pussy....
Dreamily, Rachel allowed her mind to think of how it would feel ... and feel it she did. She glanced down at her breasts and saw her little pink nipples growing hard, jutting up like tasty cherries from the tops of white mounds of ice cream. A tender aching began up between her legs from her imaginings, in spite of knowing she had rejected him in reality just a short while ago. She moved her hand on her breasts, and the pressure of her fingers intensified the cunt-flaring throbbings down below in her pussy. Her entire body began to quiver in response.
"Ohhhh, fuck me ... Fuck me darling...." Her mental pleading reverberated through the sexually denied woman's mind just as if she were really groaning out the forbidden obscenities she had heard men taunt her with. "That's it daddy ... fuck my cunt blue with that great big hard cock of yours. Fuck me the way I should be fucked. Fuck me. Fuck me. Put ypiir lovely hard shaft into my nice warm cunt all the way. I want to feel your balls bounce on my ass as you push it all the way int me. Ohhhh I want it. I want it up inside of me...."
A wave of shame made Rachel flush a violent color, her face becoming more reddened than before. She heard what she was saying to herself and knew she was beginning to submit to the only form of sexual release she had ever been able to enjoy. She lifted her other hand and began to massage both breasts together now, slowly and rhythmically. She believed it was sinful to finger-fuck herself, but what else could she do, since she was certain she couldn't respond the way a man wanted? Alone, without the fearful presence of a penis too big and demands too rapacious, she could find some measure of satisfaction from the ever present frustrations that would well up in her loins against her will.
When she was by herself, knowing she could safely drift into a dream world of fantasy, she could allow herself to release her inhibitions and rejections ... She had done a lot of imagining since the years of her disastrous marriage, but she didn't care about that now. Now she only felt the urgency of the moment. The need to release her body of the intense arousal by the salacious dreaming of her mind's secret desires, fueled with the subtle touch of her own hand....
Slowly the aroused woman wriggled herself out of her robe completely, laying on her back with herself fully exposed. She raised her legs and bent her knees so that her feet, flat on the coverlet were nearly touching her buttocks. Then she spread her knees apart forcing her cunt to open. She blew down between the valley of her breasts and felt her own cool breath on her hot cuntal lips. The sphincter muscle in her anus began to pulsate in sympathy and forced her vagina to open and close in a sucking motion. All the while she continued to massage her firmly aching breasts, teasing their hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger while they too throbbed.
She shivered in lewd delight as she saw herself publicly exposed and imagined what the effect would be on Bob and his desire-hardened cock. That great big erection that hung out from him and would fuck deep up between her wide spread thighs. Yet his penis was so thick and long, and far too large and demanding for her to take yet. Gradually, even as she finger-fucked herself feeling the pressure of her finger as the warm hardness of Bob's penis pressing against the sensitive walls of her wetly throbbing vagina, her brain began to change the image ... alter it into a new, more stimulating dream whose very depravity only intensified her erotic yearnings.
Now, in her mind's eye, Bob's huge male cock was becoming smaller ... more slender and shorter ... until she could imagine the stiffened cock she was accepting to be about five inches long and proportionately thick around. She knew well enough that most adult males are bigger than that ... this would be more like the erection a young man would have! God! To dream of being fucked by a young man's newly hardened penis! How utterly depraved of her!
And yet, the very image of slim, young loins driving a slender young penis deep into her hungering cuntal slit excited her still more. It would be the way she could entirely give herself to her passions, for then she would no longer have to fear the arrogant massiveness of an adult, experienced man fucking her. The lewd idea of an innocent man her daughter's age fucking up into her warmly welcoming cunt with uncertain, almost timid strokes was enough to make her moan with exquisite delight. God, it was so obscene!
But what difference did it make!?! She wasn't really seducing a young man into making love to her, only fantasizing about it! That didn't hurt anybody ... and ahhh ... now he was tentatively spearing his hard lithe cock deep inside her hotly quivering vagina, experimenting in his youthful, immature zeal, and she was helping him, guiding and teaching him ... and for the first time in her life she was the conquering master instead of the helpless slave!
"Ohhhh, you little darling, you!" Rachel mewled in the privacy of her bedroom, unable to hold back a second longer. Her right hand dipped down between her wide-splayed thighs, and she gentled her finger into the moistly heated slit between her wetly waiting vaginal lips, moistening the top of it from Bob Elliot's cum spewed out on her before. Oh, and the generated passions this time were so very soft, so very sublime!
She smeared his semen salaciously around the tender, hair-lined crevice, feeling her clitoral nipple spring to rigid and quivering life. Her index finger came into electric contact with the tingling little bud, and she began to gasp with total abandonment as she felt her orgasm approaching after the first caress or two. Her hips thrashed on the bed and her buttocks began to bounce faster and faster as her hungry pussy pumped delightedly on her pistoning finger.
Her left hand squeezed her breast hard, releasing it only to squeeze harder. Her right hand rubbed faster and faster across her sensitive clitoral teat and pussy. Ohhh, it was so obscenely exciting, to be dreaming of being fucked by a young man the same age as Michelle!
Yes ... Yes ... she could see her young lover now. His taut muscular belly and loins were quivering with newly discovered sensations as he pumped excitedly up between her nakedly spread thighs ... Yes ... and now his slender, growing cock was thrusting more eagerly and with greater skill. A skill she had trained him in as his once naive mind and developing muscles learned quickly the secrets of sexual abandonment. She was wantonly instructing him step by step with all the corrupting practices other men had forced upon her but she was teaching him to add the love and care that would make her respond. And as she responded so would his great and beautiful cock until it was pistoning in her luscious cunt, warmly enveloped by the velvet walls of her pussy. She was so open to his beautiful fuck that the corn-silk hairs on his semen filled balls tickled the exposed red throat of her vagina. She was taking all of him into her.
"Fuck me, darling. Fuck me the way I've dreamed so long about ... Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck ... Fuck!!!"
The moving picture in her mind drove the naked woman heedlessly on now, and she rocked on the bed, screwing her now completely cum covered fingers deeply into her wetly clasping cunt and smearing it all around deep up inside. She could feel the young man's erection fucking madly up into her belly, sinking through her soft black pubic hair in bursts of youthful virility. And he would cum inside her pussy! Oh God! Cum! Glorious Cum! Cum with his fresh young sperm....
The older woman felt herself growing taut with impending orgasm. Her eyes tightly clenched, her hungrily questing vagina milking around her pistoning fingers as if they were her young lover's slim thrilling cock, she fingered her cunt faster and faster, waiting for him to cum ... cum ... cum....
Then she climaxed, experiencing her wildly bursting orgasm as if she were possessed by the devil! She could feel her anal sphincter fillibrating in rhythm with the push-pull of her orgasming cunt, her ass-cheeks undulating on the coverlet as surge after surge of rapturous joy rippled through her naked loins. She stifled a cry of bursting pleasure so acute as to be almost painful ... and then she slowly subsided, satiated, back down on the bed with a long, drawn out sigh of relief.
She lay there Without stirring, slowly becoming aware of the perspiration on her body, and the delightful wetness between her thighs. Sanity gradually filtered back to her mind as the images of her young lover faded away like wispy gossamers of obscene fog....
And in their place came a sense of intense mortification. She began to wonder what on earth had taken control of her rationality to make her imagine a young man naked and fucking her. God she was so ashamed! But it was silly to chastise herself for her display of indecent laxity. She couldn't go back and erase her obscene and demoralizing thoughts, and the dream had only overcome her in a vulnerable moment after her traumatic experience with Bob Elliot.
Certainly she would find a proper way to straighten out her problems and become a responsive woman and loving wife for a man someday soon. And it would be a man.
Daydreaming of a youth making sordid love to her while she fingered herself to orgasm had been undeniably arousing, but that would be as far as it would ever go. She would never actually molest a young man ... Lord, what a thoroughly degenerate idea! It would not, could not happen in real life! She would simply have to watch her thoughts more closely in the future, that's all....
Yet as the mature woman lay naked and trembling on the bed, the licentious perversions she'd imagined lingered on and teased her with desires she didn't want to admit to having and enjoying.