Chapter 3
The breeze off the ocean was cool in the tropical evening as it swept up the white sandy beaches. Bob Elliot had showered, then changed into dark slacks and a blue shirt. His anger and humiliation after the scene in Rachel Thomas' room was still with him, and he had decided he needed to get away from people for a while. That was why he was out here alone on the beach. He had to get a hold of himself
... He was damn angry.
That bitch, that motherfucking little bitch of a cockteaser. Shit. I'll have my revenge, he thought. The question was how...?
He'd turned left when he reached the sand, following the path towards the old landing area. Two years ago the Hotel had completed a new boating marina much closer to the main building. Now the original boathouse was deserted, used mainly for storage. He needed to be alone and as they had cut off the power to the old place and there was no lighting he was sure that no one would be down there. And anyway this was a modern, sophisticated hotel resort for mature people. What went on behind the closed doors of the guest's rooms was no concern of the management. The old facilities were sheltered from view by some large old palms. Maybe he'd just strip naked and go for a swim....
Then later he could sit by himself and listen to the comforting sound of the water gently lapping at the side of the building. He could plan his revenge then ... in the quiet of solitude.
But Damnit! As he approached the building he saw, silhouetted against the windowpane, a couple passionately involved in an embrace. Man ... everyone was getting what they wanted but him ... My God, you couldn't get away from it ... fucking and sucking! That's what makes the world go round. And that she-bitch, God-I wish I'd just rammed it right up her ass ... she didn't know where anything was really at!
As he neared the building he felt strongly drawn to the embracing couple ... and he felt his cock begin to stir from the sight. He walked carefully and quietly to the side of the building, then stood pressed to the side of the musty old wall, pressing his back to it and turning his head just enough to see inside. And....
Holy Shit! It was Rachel's daughter Michelle and his son Tim ... necking up a storm!
The sight was amazingly erotic to him. The girl was young and blonde but the shape of her body was like that of her mother's that he'd just seen so recently. And Tim so resembled him it was like watching a video tape of himself making love. God it was giving him one hell of a hard-on. He moved closer to the window, and strained to listen to what was going on.
"Tim, don't ... please...." he heard Michelle whisper fiercely. The little bitch was every bit as uptight as her old lady, he thought.
"Oh, Michelle, Michelle, it's sooo good to kiss you ... it's so beautiful ... please don't tell me no," the young man begged.
Don't beg her Tim, Bob thought to himself, just take what you need!
Michelle pressed her hands to the boy's chest and pushed herself away. "We've got to stop Tim ... it's too ... it's too exciting ... and we can't go any further we just can't!" the girl whispered harshly.
"Oh, Michelle, please," Tim groaned, "Just let me hold you for a few minutes more ... please!"
"No Tim ... no...."
And then the handsome young man covered her lips with his to still any further protest.
"Ohhhh, Timmy! Mmmmm!" Bob heard the young girl moan.
Bob stood transfixed at the window ... he knew he should break away and leave the young couple to their privacy but he felt compelled to stay and watch. He found himself trembling nervously and he could feel his penis harden under his pants in sympathetic response to the sight of his son tightly fused with the luscious ripe body of Rachel's attractive daughter.
Michelle had her head buried in Tim Elliot's chest, her arms entwined around his neck while he held her tightly by the waist. They kissed and nuzzled and squirmed, their eager bodies pressed against each other with all the passionate abandonment of two wildly aroused adults.
Bob Elliot, watching from the window, sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his loins as he watched. That young girl would sure grow up to be one hot bitch, he thought.
Eighteen year old Michelle was uninhibitedly thrusting her hips forward into Tim's groin, pressing the full tilt of her young ripe breasts against his shirt. Like her mother's, they were firm and large, high and still pointy like a virgin's. She had her mother's thin, aquiline nose, almond-shaped green eyes and large sensual lips. Her long legs, well rounded but thinner than Rachel's, bronzed from the summer vacation, were bare beneath her cutoff blue jean shorts ... and her buttocks peeked out invitingly from beneath them. On top, her firm breasts were restrained by only a thin, tiny halter top.
. Bob Elliot was now truly erotically excited, and he could feel his cock growing even stiffer, hardening against his pants and wetting the soft material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. He was aware of his breath beginning to seethe in short heated gasps as he continued to watch, trying so hard to breathe quietly despite the pressure boiling inside him, lest he should be discovered. A father with a hard-on ... now what a lesson for the children that would be.
He looked with pride now at his son, to shift his attention from the wildly arousing young girl ... For now, anyway, he had to keep his fierce lust in check. His son was an athletic teenager, also with a golden tan from this week in sun ... He wore only a thin tie-dyed t-shirt and tight khaki pants that emphasized the beautifully etched muscles of his lithe body.
The stretch of the thin material over his developing thighs and lean, boyish buttocks was so prominent as to be almost obscene. His face, though, was somewhat different from his father's although in general appearance the resemblance ... the walk, the manner was striking. Tim's face was more like his mother's ... an exquisite woman who unfortunately had no interest in sex for pleasure. Once she'd had Tim she had refused to even consider fucking more than once every two months. A brilliant beautiful woman with something not quite right inside of her. Eventually they had had to divorce.
The boy's sandy-colored hair he noticed hung almost to his shoulders, it was longer even than Michelle's and he found a perverse sort of excitement in that fact.
The young couple continued their impassioned necking ... Bob could see the large bulge in his son's pants as his hands slid passionately over the young girl's exquisitely voluptuous body ... The sight caused Bob's blood engorged penis to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as he saw his son's hand cup the girl's full round breast in his hand and feel its hard nipple rub against his palm ... The older man was now contemplating the feel of his tightly aching cock sliding slowly up into young Michelle's small, warm vaginal crack....
My God! what pleasure ... and ... what sweet revenge! he thought.
Then suddenly Michelle pushed Tim roughly away.
"No more!" she almost screamed...."Oh Tim, I love you so much ... but ... but-"
"Oh please, Michelle...." he pleaded. "This isn't the fifties ... we're no dumb bobby soxers or something ... It's okay for people to love each other now ... what is this crap with you and your goddamn virginity anyway....
"Oh, Tim ... I ... I don't know ... I want it as much as you do ... but I-I'm scared...."
"Oh shit...." Bob heard his boy mutter...."I can't take any more of this...." And he quickly turned on his heel and left, slamming the old, creaking door behind him. Bob Elliot pressed himself harder against the boat house wall so as not to be discovered as a peeping Tom by his own son.
Inside the building, Michelle slumped down to the floor and began to sob. Her heart felt like it was going to break ... She had never experienced such pain in her young life. Tim didn't love her ... he had just walked out on her ... maybe forever ... maybe she'd never see him again ... maybe he'd just go to the dance and go with one of those frustrated single ladies and just have himself a fine old time.
Oh God! What should she do. Her mother told her over and over again ... don't trust a man ... and don't give in until you're married. She knew how her father had gotten her mother pregnant, then married and deserted her ... she didn't want the heartbreak of that for herself.
But God! She didn't want to lose Tim! In the short time she had known him she had come to love him so much. And her young body ached to have him ... she ached to feel his hard cock there she'd thought it out aloud, inside of her ... he'd be so gentle, and move it so slowly and easily and, oh God ... there was that wild feeling between her legs again....
She dropped her hand lightly between her legs and gently began to rub the aroused little nipple of her clitoris she closed her eyes and thought of the hard bulge she had just felt in Tim's jeans ... and....
Suddenly there was a squeak and she was the old wooden door being pushed open. Sitting up quickly she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to dry the last tears from her eyes with the back of her palm....
"Who-who's there?" she asked.
"Oh, hi Michelle...." Bob Elliot smiled and tried to talk in a nonchalant way...." I didn't think anyone was here ... I wanted to be alone and do some thinking ... I guess you had the same idea. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
"Oh that's okay," the girl smiled sweetly at him. If only she could confide in someone or get some advice. It was a new age and everyone said the old taboos didn't mean anything any more. But if she asked her mother she knew she'd get the same old answer. Don't ever give in to a man. But look how unhappy her mother was! God she needed to talk to someone.
"Well, then," said Bob, "Do you mind if I keep you company for a few minutes."
"Uh hu," she said, "not at all." Of course, she could confide in Bob Elliot. He was a parent and he looked like he'd be so sweet and understanding.
"As a matter-of-fact," the young girl continued, "I could sure use some help."
"Well, of course, my dear," Bob said, walking toward her and seating himself beside her on the floor. He felt his eyes immediately drawn to her invitingly high, taut young breast, which were heaving beneath her thin blouse, and her slender curving buttocks showing just beneath the legs of her cutoff jeans. "Now, why don't you tell me what's the matter?"
Then Michelle found herself somewhat afraid. She stared helplessly at her boyfriend's father, wondering how to put her problems into words, or if she should at all. It was one thing to think she should confide in him, and another to actuually do it now. She watched Mr. Elliot in his ruggedly masculine shirt and well fitting pants. She noticed how beautiful his build was beneath his clothes and a shiver of apprehension combined with excitement passed through her flesh.
"Well...?" he urged. "You're notin trouble are you? I mean, my son hasn't...?
"No ... No...." and then she broke down sobbing...."I just don't know what to do ... I just don't understand anything anymore about ... about...." she halted not knowing how to continue.
"About what, Michelle," Bob Elliot prompted the young girl.
"About ... sex!" The last word came out unexpectedly in a hushed, excited tone. "Sex, you know?"
"Yes, I know," the elder Elliot said, feeling a curious rush of power and excitement. "I'm not too old yet to have lost interest in the question myself, or remember what it was like when I was your age. Everybody has sex lives Michelle, and there is no use trying to hide the fact or pretending it doesn't exist out of some mistaken belief that sex is dirty or shameful ... is that why you're so upset, Michelle? Did your mother teach you it was wrong?"
Michelle said nothing but nodded her head strongly up and down. He put his arm comfortingly around her.
"Sex is not wrong." he said gently, but firmly. "It is the most beautiful thing that can happen between two people. If it feels good, it is never wrong."
Jesus, this is wildly exciting, he thought. The firm pressure of the warm young girl's firm, supple body resting in the curve of his arm was incredibly arousing. He gazed at the innocent girl with great affection now ... no, he wouldn't do it for revenge ... the hell with Rachel. For with this young girl it would be pleasure, he thought, a pure sweet pleasure.
He was sensitively aware of her proud, young breast barely restrained in the tiny halter top, and her legs so slender and smooth as they curved into her inner thighs and firm buttocks. God, he could almost feel her tight little hymen throbbing fearfully against the head of his cock! He hadn't fucked a virgin in years, and the thought of its newness fed his already rampantly smoldering desires. By God, the teenage girl would be more of a conquest than her mother!
His aching cock strained against his pants as he gazed with increasing fervency at the nubile girl, his mind devilishly churning with lascivious thoughts as to how to bring her under control and body. Then he felt her pressing her face tightly against his shirt as she cried softly into the material. "I'm so miserable, Mr. Elliot!" she sobbed in a muffled voice. "I don't know what to do!"
"Don't do anything rash, that's my first advice," the older man said in a very soothing, persuasive voice. "What you should try to do is take a broader look at things, to see everything is perspective."
"How do you mean?" Michelle sniffed, wiping her eyes.
"Well, for example, perhaps the issue is a bit more complex than just having to do with your mother's teachings. Maybe you just weren't ready for Tim, didn't really want him ... and he was unable to prepare you properly. A girl's first time is very important. I'm just suggesting you consider this. Now, let's look at where you mother's ideas come from. She's been without a man for a long time, during which the world has really changed a lot ... perhaps her view is a bit unrealistic." Bob Elliot patted the anguished girl's shoulder and continued....
"She's of her generation, you know ... of course, she and I are of the same age, but I guess I've just evolved differently. I believe the way you young kids do, that this is the age of freedom, and what's the use of being free in your thoughts if you can't put them into action....
His talk was unnerving the virginal eighteen-year-old girl. So many feelings were coursing through her ... confusion, desire ... she was feeling a lot better though ... feeling open to new suggestions and new directions.
"Hey," Bob said suddenly, as something gleaming caught the corner of his eye. This was too good to be true, he mused. He gently removed his arm and got up from beside the girl, walking over to the corner where the last sunlight of the evening was reflecting off of a bottle ... Holy shit, he thought as he picked up what turned out to be a still half-full bottle of courvoisier. What luck ... probably the spoils of another vacation week seduction he thought. Cognac ... wow, lady luck was with him tonight.
"Here," he said, walking toward her...."The angels left a little of their nectar for us." He took a swig of the smooth liquor and passed the bottle to her. "Have a sip or two to relax you," he suggested.
Michelle took a sip of the potent alcohol, watching as the older man sat down beside her again. Oooooh, the liquor was warming her insides as it went down making her feel relaxed, really good in fact ... kind of warm and ... well, sensual ... and she gave some thoughts to his advice. She'd seen that her mother's Victorian ethics had not brought her happiness, yet she didn't know if she could quite trust what Mr. Elliot was saying either ... Lord, she didn't know what to think or do. She put the bottle down on the boathouse floor.
"I better not have any more, Mr. Elliot, it feels sort of ... warm in my stomach."
"That's the way it's supposed to feel. Now, you pay attention to me and have another swallow or two."
The moon came out from behind a cloud and flooded the boathouse with a warm and vibrant light. The young girl and the older man sat silhoutted in the moon glow increasingly aware of the magnetic pull of each others bodies. Then the mood vanished behind a cloud and they were plunged into darkness. Michelle reached again for the bottle and felt the smooth cognac coursing down her throat. She felt her boyfriend's father sitting down beside her on the floor, and she turned her head to smile at him, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch the last drops of the courvoisier.
"Feeling better now?" he asked, gently rubbing her supple shoulder.
"Yes a little," she confessed.
He laughed lightly. "Good. Old Man Elliot is seldom wrong, young lady."
Heartened by the alcohol, she snuggled closer to the older man with a sense of relief washing warmly over her. Being so close to Mr. Elliot in the darkness gave her a certain, strange excitement as if there were something magical in his powerful masculine presence. He was so much like his son, she thought; so attractive and capable....
But wow, she thought for a minute ... it's getting late and their absence would be noticed ... and then, oh hell! she thought ... feeling warm and tingly all over....
Bob Elliot squeezed the impressionable girl closer to his muscular chest which was naked beneath his shirt. Michelle shuddered responsively from his touch, an aching hunger which had begun but not been satisfied when she had been necking with Tim was now returning to her belly, spreading upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. The older man dropped his hand still lower and gently teased one breast through the cloth of her halter. The teenager groaned, wriggling uncertainly, but it only seemed to make matters worse, and she could feel his fingers softly working their way under the thin material of her top, and cupping her full firm breast, naked beneath the cloth, in his palm, she could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now and twisted against the floor again and again, attempting to extinguish the fire that was mercilessly flaming against her will in between her thighs. She had to get a grip on herself!
"Mr. Elliot! she mewled almost hysterically. "Don't, don't do that to me! It ... it's wrong! What about Tim ... and ... my mother?"
"Just enjoy the feelings, my lovely sweet thing ... Please, darling ... don't let bad thoughts cloud your pretty head," the older man soothed.
Michelle squirmed harder on the floor, feeling the crotch of her pants press into her clitoris and making her cuntal crevice damp. Her thin panties were soaked with the heated moisture of vaginal excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together again to hold down the unwanted fermentations that were ceaselessly building there. The virginal young girl swallowed drily, knowing dimly that she was on dangerous ground and wasn't sure what she should do about it. She didn't want to make a scene-not after Mr. Elliot had been so understanding-but wow! This was weird ... necking with her boyfriend's father!
But he was really exciting her ... the handsome man's closeness, his hand on her breast the way it was now ... Ohhhh ... she squirmed against him. The crotch band of her nylon panties was pulled tight into the split of her buttocks rubbing against her hotly tingling vagina and its sensitive little lips. She felt an erotic throbbing start to pulse in the hardening bud of her clitoris, and the trembling young girl gritted her teeth together in a vain attempt to hold back the forbidden delights throbbing stronger and stronger up between her legs.
"I can't teach you about love, my angel," Bob Elliot murmured enticingly in her ear. "I can make you happy...."
"N-no, I ... I'm afraid!" Michelle moaned, squirming away from his breast caressing finger. "It's not right! Please! I ... I don't think you should be doing this to me!"
"Now, now ... you know deep inside that it's right...."
"Oh Lord, I don't! I don't!" she groaned beseechingly but in the depths of her soul she realized that she was responding to the gentle, yet firmly kneading hand on her rounded breasts. Dear God! She was becoming aroused, and by her boyfriend's father at that! For a moment, she considered-why not? It's so gooooood. So really, really ... wonderful.
The old boathouse was warm and the lulling effects of the Courvoisier were encouraging responses in her budding young body which had been already so aroused by an afternoon of necking with Timmy. God! She couldn't resist the building fire in her wetly swelling pussy when Bob Elliot released the tie and her halter top fell open. Her full, slightly quivering breasts were free now, their nipples hard against his hand as he worked his finger over each of them, back and forth, tickling her nipples into hardened cones of delight and bringing lightning stabs of pleasure shooting through her belly.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Elliot, we can't! We mustn't!"
The older man leaned forward and licked at the taut tip of her left nipple. She nearly flooded her panties in excitement. The lascivious thrill of feeling his rough wet tongue on her breast made her open and close her thighs rapidly. He shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't right, but it felt so good. Michelle tried to grab his hair and drag him away from her breast. The older man took her by surprise and kissed her lightly in the ear and continued titillating her exposed body, grinding his pelvis tightly against hers as he pulled her to him. Then he slid his other hand down around the soft roundness of her trembling buttocks, her body stiffening in panicked reaction to his further intimacy.
"Oh no, please don't do this to me!" the virginal young woman pleaded, her green eyes once again filling with tears of anguish.
Bob Elliot lowered his head and engulfed her tender lips with his, and his tongue darted out to slip between her teeth. An uncontrollable tremor of excitement surged through her, her mouth opening to his, her youthful being relaxing against his full-grown body. The man held her close, his big hands hot and moving as they pressed against the spheres of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, forcing her ripe little body to his now bulging loins, causing her vaginal mound to grind against his huge swelling cock.
"Stop, Mr. Elliot!" Michelle stammered. "Oh no ... no ... no...!" she tried to squirm from his grip. "I've never done it before!"
"Always a first time, Michelle," the lusting analyst breathed as he closed in again, his hand returning to. her waist as he drew her to him with powerful strength.
"Now I'll show you what real pleasure is."
"No, no, no...." Michelle whimpered convulsively as he began kissing her again. His lips and fingers were enveloping her nubile young body and making it come alive with vivid sensations ... far more erotic sensations that Tim had ever managed to produce in his inexperienced fumblings! She gasped from the craven desires which were rapidly overtaking her sensibilities, shivering as the older man's hand traveled teasingly over her entire frame, touch her nakedly exposed breasts, her stomach beneath the tight shorts ... the zipper was opening and she felt her shorts being slid smoothly down her legs and off ... then his hand went to the soft, silken material of her panties....
"Oh Mr. Elliot! ... Oh, Mr. Elliot, don't! Ohhhh...." she moaned. His fingers slipped up inside the narrow legband, and she squealed from his lasciviously delightful touch.
The older man, unheeding her final, weakened pleas, began using his fingers to stroke her wetly heated vaginal slit bringing moan after moan of lewd delight from the young girl's throat. Involuntarily she raised her hips, rotating her sex-innocent ass-cheeks in helpful deliberation, spreading her legs so he could caress her virginal pussy flesh at will. She could feel the rough floor pushing against the back of her knees as she arched up towards Mr. Elliot. Her arms were wrapped around her teacher's neck, and she whimpered into his mouth while slowly, surely, he insinuated his outstretched finger into the moist folds of her tight little cunt.
Oh ... God ... this ... this is, is wrong ... all wrong!
But she was caught in the whirlwind of her newly discovered passions and Michelle could only groan and lurch against the teasing manipulations of Tim's father as he stroked her excitedly, quivering pussy. Bob Elliot parted the moistly fevered lips of her cunt and teased the soft surrounding pubic hair as he made sudden, ecstatic contact with her clitoris. Michelle sensed her own deep wetness from her unwanted arousal and the electrifying shock of his caresses. And then he was skipping her moistly stained panties down over her naked young thighs and buttocks. Then the last barrier between them, keeping him from her pulsating loins, was down. The warm air from the ocean flowed upon the golden curls of her now exposed cunt and triggered the last' defiant rejection of her boyfriend's father. "Stop it! Stop it!" she suddenly cried out, thrusting her hands against his heavy chest, as she writhed against him in an attempt to free herself. "Oh, for God's Mr. Elliot, let me up!"
"Goddamn it!" Elliot pressed tighter, refusing to remove his middle finger and continuing the teasing fingerfucking of her virginal young slit.
"It's too late to stop now, little girl! I've tried to be patient with you, to make it nice and enjoyable, but to have both mother and daughter reject me in a single evening is too damned much to take! I'm going to fuck you, child. One way or another, I'm going to fuck you.
Michelle was horrified and attracted by the coarse hard passion of Tim's father. He leered down at her hotly, his eyes flashing with the uncontainable lust of his frustrated sexual frenzy. And despite herself the young girl felt herself responding, her hips once more grinding shamelessly up in response to Mr. Elliot's finger softly stroking her tormented vagina. Her loins reacted uncontrollably to his maddening caresses of her cunt, her buttocks undulating in a lewd and uncontrollable cadence with his stroking fingers against her sensitively vibrating clitoris and hungry wet pussy. Tightening her ass cheeks she thrust her tender loins towards the heavy masculine hand that was rubbing her cunt. She knew she must stop. What would her mother think if she saw her now, nude, writhing against the finger of a man old enough to be her father.
The lecherous father smiled triumphantly to himself and moved his mature body farther over the girl on the floor. He kissed her hotly, his giant tongue slipping deeply inside her mouth as his hand continued to caress her now wide-open thighs. Michelle moaned beneath him fighting vainly to maintain control of her young body as the electrifying sensations of his massaging fingers seethed through her tender flesh. But her body had a mind of its own, and her virginal cunt arched upward to meet more of his lewdly inserted finger, involuntarily spreading her legs and tightening her belly muscles, her eyes mercifully closed tightly to her shameless actions.
Then the weight of his hand was no longer on her body. A small moan of disappointment escaped her as her hungry pussy stabbed blindly into the air searching for its pleasure. Then she opened her eyes to see what was going on. Mr. Elliot was standing over her, leering down at her nude body, her writhing thighs. When he saw that she was looking at him he slowly took off his shirt, folded it neatly and put it down near her. Then with great care he unzipped his pants. She felt her eyes recoil in sheer astonishment as they locked fearfully on his prick. It was as thick as her wrist, long and throbbing, rising up in crimson hardness like a jerking tower! Slowly Mr. Elliot removed his trousers and she watched his sperm heavy testicles bob up and down.
Then, as he stood above her she saw him take his hand and begin to stroke the exposed shaft of his visibly throbbing penis back and forth. Wow! Never had Michelle seen a full-grown erection in her life ... and the size of this was beyond her comprehension! No woman could possibly take all of it up inside her belly, much less an inexperienced girl such as herself. It would rip her insides open like a gaffed fish! She couldn't stop staring at Bob Elliot's huge thick-veined cock though, and then at the sight of her own vulnerably naked body on the floor beneath it.
"Now, are you ready?" He pressed his cock lasciviously towards her, lewdly displaying its thickness. "Doesn't my prick make your mouth water?" He reached down then, grasping the loose collar of foreskin at its neck and tugged back on it until the purplish head stood out sleek and naked, pulsing before her lust-glazed eyes.
Michelle's eyes were drawn to and magnetically locked on Mr. Elliot's massive, swollen cock. It stood out menacingly from his loins like some medieval instrument of torture. It throbbed between his legs and again she felt a tremor of fear rising up with her passion.
"God, Mr. Elliot ... I-I don't think it will fit!" she whimpered fearfully as he pushed her back on the floor, her body resting on his folded clothes. Then he was crawling up over her, positioning himself, holding his muscled body up with strong arms and pinning down her shoulders beneath him. He captured one of her lust hardened nipples and drew its pulsing hardness into his mouth, bruising it painfully with his teeth and causing her to wince in agony as her tiny hips jerked beneath him. She groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of pain knifed through her sensitive breast. It was a twin-edge sword of pain that sent an exquisite spasm of masochistic delight through her creaming cunt flesh.
"This is one piece of ass I'm really going to enjoy Michelle, baby!" he hissed down at her.
"After I get this big cock of mine up that pretty little cherry pussy of yours, you're going to yell yer head off for me to fuck, fuck, fuck you." He was wild with excitement now. "I'm going to fuck you, my baby, fuck you with my big hard cock right up that hot slippery little cunt of yours ... Oooh, yeah!"
Michelle hardly heard his obscene words, her mind too occupied with thoughts about what was happening to her. Yet, even as she was preoccupied in her mind with fear and worry and guilt, overpowering waves of desire began to surge through her. She rose automatically to meet his naked body as the older man dropped on top of her, the hardness of his heatedly pulsing penis gouging the sensitive flesh of her belly, his huge hands once more grasping her tender young breast. Michelle whined from the combination of passion and pain, and then their lips closed upon one another, their tongues twisting and stabbing deep into each other's respective mouths.
"You're going to beg for me to pop your cherry," Mr. Elliot promised the trembling young girl. "You're going to cry to be fucked when I'm finished, believe you me!"
He moved down her responsively undulating body with wild licking strokes of his tongue until his head was just above her spread thighs.
"What are you going to do to me Mr. Elliot?" Michelle asked with naive fearfulness.
He answered with action, as the palms of his hands reached for the inner flesh of her thighs and spread them apart. She raised her head as the older man gazed down with a wild hunger at her hotly throbbing pussy. Michelle whimpered like a hurt wooly animal. She, too, could see how her aroused young body was betraying her, for down there between her obscenely spread legs, her coral cuntal flesh was tinged with tiny, glistening droplets of desire, and her wet petal-like vaginal lips almost cried out to the leering face of the lust-inflamed man. She watched petrified as slowly, deliberately Mr. Elliot spread her private vaginal flesh with his thumbs and dropped his lips to kiss the area.
"Oooooh, Mr. Elliot, nooooo!" She cried out in answer to his lust-incited act. Her mind was full of shock as she looked down at her boyfriend's father who was actually kissing her cunt. She had heard of such things, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought this would happen to her! "Stop, Mr.
Elliot! Oh, God! Please stop!"
But the only response from the naked man was to snake his teasing tongue deeper against her defenselessly squirming cuntal flesh. Michelle lurched against the bestial outrage, her stomach churning in horror and humiliation as his lapping tongue slithered around her open pussy lips. She begged in her shame for him to cease his degenerate assault, yet he only labored faster, his mouth and tongue making wet, obscene licking sounds which filled the darkened boathouse with lewd echoes of abandoned sex.
And then again, to her horror, she could feel herself surrendering to the delicious sensations that were unwantedly pervading her body. His hands moved back up to her warmly tingling breasts and clenched them harshly, the apex of his actions designed to collapse her virginal pride and morals. She tried to avert her eyes from his wildly moving head and grasping hands, but she only continued to stare as he sucked slavishly at her unspoiled cunt, desperately trying to keep the blissful feelings from conquering every vein, muscle and cord of her powerless flesh.
But the erotic sensations this experienced older man was causing were too strong for the inexperienced girl. She could feel hot tendrils of overwhelming passion licking upwards from the length of her sensitive vaginal slit, swirling in her lower belly and pressuring their way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her clasping pussy into the crevice of her erotically pumping buttocks. She couldn't believe it ... but it was happening to her! Involuntarily, she ground her naked hips up off the makeshift bed of clothes, hearing herself emit strange, animal-like purrings from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Bob Elliot felt the tantalizing pubic hair of his son's girlfriend brush against his cheeks as he fed hungrily on her pussy. He could not help but gloat as he plunged his tongue over and over into the sweet little opening of her cuntal mouth and heard her cry aloud. His nose was mashed against her quivering clitoris, and he eagerly inhaled the warm perfume of her most-secret flesh. The delicate, fresh piquancy of her untouched cunt incited his penis until he was afraid he was going to cum that very second!
Michelle reached despairingly for him, her hands fighting to rid herself of the lewdly invading tongue sunk so deep up inside her excited little vagina. Then suddenly they dropped their futile battle and tangled themselves wildly in his hair and pulled his mouth still tighter against her squirming pussy. She sighed from the searing delight which rose from the liquid depths of her vagina, her eagerly yearning pussy dilating with total submission to the older man's oral rape.
She was his now! He relished the fact that this tender young morsel of a teenager was his to play with, delight in ... and fuck wildly....
"Ohhhhh, my little one ... now I will make love to you ... and it will be the most exquisite pleasure you have ever known!"
The older man looked down at the fresh young girl beneath him and felt the blood pounding wildly in his engorged cock. Now he was to have her. Now he could satisfy the demands of his iron-like rod, but first he had to show her who was in control.
"Alright Michelle, it's time for you to do a little something for yourself," he panted above, her. "So take my big fat prick in your hand and then guide it into your cunt!" he ordered, his lustful eyes glowering at her in iniquitous victory.
"Ooooooh, Mr. Elliot ... N-No! ... God it's too big!" she moaned as she was flooded with a new sense of degradation, her body quivering visibly in fearful shame. But her need was greater!
Even as she refused to do his bidding, her tiny hand slid down between his hairy legs, reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awesome cock ... but it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her head began to shake negatively from side to side as a new flood of tears began to flow down her cheeks.
It's so impossibly big ... absolutely huge! It'll tear me down there! ... I've never had anything like it in there before!
"Do it, God damn it!" roared the lust engorged man.
Once again, the pretty young girl groaned, but it was a moan of submission. Her hand went out, attempting to encircle his massive penis. Her slender fingers, she discovered wouldn't even encircle its girth, and a sudden expression of real fear and doubt contorted her lovely face. She knew, by the feel of it, that it couldn't possibly fit into her little vagina. It'll kill me!
"Quit stalling and put it in!" Bob Elliot snapped commandingly, beginning to lower his hips, while Michelle, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her small hand trembled on his thickened cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her tender cunt, using the heavy, blood-engorged glans to part the soft blonde pubic curls and the quivering lips of her virginal pussy. Her brain whirled in a mixture of terror ... and wild anticipation!
A shudder of wicked delight passed through her lithe young body at the first electrifying contact of the smooth, naked head of the cock she held against the moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath, not daring to move, as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of shame still flowed unchecked down her cheeks ... Then, the moment she had been dreading ... her breath caught as the man flexed his hips forward slightly, causing her a sharp pain as the head of his big cock began to worm itself into the tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could feel the throbbing warmth of it too ... but the pain! ... Oh God! He's going to hurt me!
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!" she gasped as he ground his hips a little harder between her legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the bulbous head of his prick forced its way into the tight unused opening, brutally stretching the tissue of her hymen until it broke painfully before it, and she was certain that her pussy would be irreparably torn apart from the almost unbelievable pressure!
"Oh God ... Mr. Elliot ... You're hurting me! Please!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth wide open, almost screaming up into his face. But his lewdly sadistic grin told her that she was just wasting her breath begging him to stop. He wasn't about to stop now! "I don't think I can take any more of it!" she stammered as the pain overwhelmed her. "It's too big!"
"Just take your time, kitten," Mr. Elliot encouraged her. "You'll get used to it!"
Gradually, by relaxing her cuntal muscles, she began to feel a lessening of the pain.
"How is it now, Michelle?" he asked.
"It hurts, but not as bad!" .
"Do you want me to stop?"
Stop? Now? When it's too late anyway? We might as well finish up what we've started! Biting her lower lip against the pain, Michelle shook her head in an emphatic "NO," then, "Ooohhh ... God...!" she wailed as Mr. Elliot again pressed his huge cock into her softly pulsating cunt, inch by torturing inch.
Suddenly, she became aware that he couldn't maintain his slow-paced entry of her body much Monger, that he would soon completely disregard any vestige of concern he might have held for her own discomfort as he fought for his own desperate release!
With a glance down at her widely splayed loins, he thrust, suddenly, with unbelievable force, sending his long, swollen penis soaring up into her cringing pussy with the power of a battering ram.
"AAuuuugghh!" Michelle screamed as his thick, lust-bloated prick's head rammed recklessly into her body, stretching the once virginal walls of her lust moistened vagina before it, until she felt the heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles smacking noisily against the white upturned cheeks of her smooth rounded ass.
"Ooooh ... My God, that h-hurts," she wailed in agony beneath him.
She lay petrified and immobile ... not daring to move a single muscle for fear of tearing herself further. Mr. Elliot's cock had more than filled her pussy, and the tender walls felt raw and bruised from his entry of her. She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay in pronounced relief inside her tortured belly.
For a long, fearful moment, Mr. Elliot lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath rasping in his throat ... then, he flexed the shaft of his cock, making it swell deeply in the confines of her sheathing silkiness.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" she vociferously groaned, and he flexed again, and again, and again, each time extracting a moan of protest from her fevered, blood-drained lips! Then, very slowly, her painfully throbbing vagina began to accustom itself to the mammoth invader that had stretched it to capacity. Her whimpers of pain grew less ardent as pain became mere discomfort. Gradually, the pain ceased altogether and began to be replaced by the tiny twitterings of unmistakable delight.
Sensing her beginning acceptance of his cock, Bob began to rotate his buttocks in a new tensing, grinding motion as he sought to bury every possible fraction of an inch of his member into her already stuffed pussy. With increasing vigor, Michelle responded to the fucking she was receiving.
Bob Elliot leered down at her his face twisted by passion and lust. "Now, my sweet innocent young girl, you can beg me for it!"
Michelle stared at him, dumbfounded. Even as her eyes glazed over in ecstasy from the screwing he was throwing to her with such inordinate power, she looked up at him for mercy, a sign of tenderness ... she didn't want to be humiliated, but she realized she did want, plain and simply to be fucked by this handsome man. "OOOhh, Mr. Elliot, please don't make me say it ... I don't understand why...."
"Beg, beg for it. If you want a fucking, let's hear the words!"
The thrills that had begun to course again through her body from her pubic area rendered further protest impossible.
"Oh, yessss! Fuck me, FUCK ME!!" she spewed through passion clenched teeth. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Mr. Elliot ... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"
Mr. Elliot could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place in his son's girlfriend. Not only was she no longer resisting, she was actually beginning to fuck back. A thrill of consumate desire rippled through his muscular body as he bore down into her, using short, deliberately spiking strokes that sent only about half of his length into her, and her aroused vagina began to cling to it sweetly, trying to worm itself further around its unbelievable girth..
There was no fight left in her now. All she could do was surrender herself to the obscene thrills that tormented her body ... and her mind. Little tremors of obscene excitement tingled along her spine as she felt the fluid rhythm of Mr. Elliot's cock thrusting ever deeper into her moistly pulsating pussy, the bulk of her frenzied sensations centering there. Her whole body felt like one big cunt, begging to be fucked.
As Bob Elliot began, cautiously, to increase the tempo and depth of his strokes into her, Michelle felt her entire body responding to him, and she writhed and squirmed beneath his weight, her trim hips grinding up to receive his full length. He sought her mouth, captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance coming, unceasingly now, from deep in her throat. She was ready to endure anything he might want to do with her ... or to her, and she began to raise her feverishly sucking pussy up to him in countering rhythm to his every thrust. She started rotating her hips now, wild with the feeling of his penis in her ... then faster and faster, grinding and twisting her naked young buttocks against the older man's thickly pistoning penis as if she were glued to it.
"That's it! Fuck back! Fuck back, baby!" Mr. Elliot groaned through his exitedly pursed lips.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Michelle chanted over and over again as she bucked beneath his command, the excited sounds her mouth was making lost in the sound of their fucking. The older man was fucking her with ass-flattening strokes now, as her passion welled up stronger and stronger.
"Oh! Ohhhh ... ooohhh!"
The older man moved more rapidly now inside the young woman's wetly clasping, hungry pussy. The girl's face was now changed by passion, her lips opening and closing, her breath quickened along with her pulse, his thrusting cock causing electrified tingles that were forever widening ... she writhed beneath her boy friend's father, unwilling and unable to stop him now, as erotic desire radiated faster and faster through her readily accepting young vagina.
God! She was loving it ... loving the thrust of Mr. Elliot's long hard cock deep inside her feverishly throbbing cunt! God, yes! Yes, this was it! Somehow, she'd never thought she'd get fucked like this, and only a few hours ago she'd denied Tim the pleasure of feeling her titties! Now she was making it with his father! Wow! And it was wonderful!
Michelle panted more erratically now, hearing the man breathing harshly as he thrust increasingly hard into her grasping pussy. His penis was a huge unrelenting miracle raging up inside her belly, making her tingle from the tips of her naked breasts to the sweat-and-saliva-streaked crevice of her buttocks! It was a dream ... and a wonderfully delicious fantasy ... and it was so beautiful, so gooooddd ...!
"You're starting to love it now, little one," Bob whispered, his voice breaking mid-sentence from passion...."You like cock-fucking in your hot young pussy, don't you?"
"Yes!" came the delirious reply. "Phew, oh, yess!"
"Then tell me what you want, Michelle!" the older man demanded, "Call out what your little cunt wants the most!"
"Your prick! Your prick! Your big beautiful prick deep, deep inside my hot little pussy, Mr. Elliot! Oh, fuck it, Mr. Elliot, fuck it goooddd!"
....The sounds of their deeply straining groans and occasional squeals of obscene pleading filled the warm musty air of the dark boathouse as the two nakedly-joined lovers struggled heatedly together. Michelle's flesh matched the mature man's pounding lunges with tempestuous thrashings, for she was one with the man now. Both of them were so engrossed in their pleasure that they were not aware that someone was spying on them!
It was Tim Elliot who was watching them, watching his own father fucking his girlfriend. At first he'd been angry, his girl, his virgin girl, who had not let him touch her breasts, lay completely naked, on her back with her legs upraised high and encircling the waist of his father! He felt mortally hurt, and yet at the same time the strangest thing began to happen. His cock was swelling quickly and strongly as he watched the wild couple fucking. All his self-control began to melt away as he began to subconsciously identify with his own father and could sympathetically respond to each powerful thrust of his father's huge cock, which made his own throb more strongly....
It was almost as if in his shock and torment, it was his hardened penis being driven into her vagina.
His father was fucking more fiercely than ever between Michelle's wide splayed legs now, his lips once more fastening on her pulsating nipple. And as Tim watched his father make love to his girlfriend, his immature mind began to lose its control over his inexperienced body. A dim voice somewhere in the back of his head tried to warn him to flee, to run, to break up that shocking carnal display before his eyes, to do anything to put a stop to it! But he couldn't-and wouldn't. He was shocked-stunned and yet wildly excited. His left hand slid down to the hardened excitement between his legs and began to rub back and forth through the soft material of his faded jeans. Man it was crazy! This all couldn't be happening! ... his own Dad fucking the livin' brains out of his girlfriend!
Their moaning was almost incoherent now as his father and the young girl thrashed nakedly on the floor in wild abandonment. A tremor of lustful excitement rippled through Tim as he opened his fly and closed his hand tightly around the shaft of his turgid penis. The bulbous head was hard and rubbery, throbbing with intensity at the top of his pulsating reddish rod. He could feel his lust hardened cock twitching and growing between his stroking fingers, and he rubbed up and down its slippery length.
Suddenly he heard his father's voice cry, "I ... I'm there ... I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cummmm!"
"Ohhh. Aaaaggghhh," he heard his girlfriend moan deliriously.
"Cum ... with ... me ... Aaarrrrggghhh!" Tim's father cried as the young girl arched and bucked up against him.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted rhythmically....
"Uuuuuummmmmaaaahhh!"
The couple was caught up in the frenzy of their orgasms and Tim outside watching began to twist and writhe with body shattering spasms, as his pounding penis began to jerk between his fingers which were still gliding over its lust heated surface. His eyes closed in supreme pleasure as he gave himself over completely to the demands of his body and he could feel the familiar rumble deep in his balls. Then suddenly the spurt of white semen erupted from his spasming cock as he continued to pump and squeeze every last drop from his own cock.
When he was finished he quickly closed the zipper of his pants and backed away from the window, one step, two, his eyes still staring at the obscenely naked couple on the boathouse floor, seeing his father collapse with a long sigh onto Michelle's nakedly writhing body in the aftermath of their release. Then Tim turned and fled quickly towards the ocean.
Where could he go? What could he do now! He couldn't go back and confront them and he couldn't go back to the hotel. Not to be surrounded by all those people, not after what had just happened. The memory of his own behavior at the scene brought a tremor of panic to his stomach. Everything was wildly out of control ... It was as if his whole universe had collapsed around him and everything he knew was wrong! He must have been sick to respond in such a sordid way! Well, he had a little money ... He could run away! He had ten bucks in his wallet ... He could take off somewhere with that. He reached into his pocket ... It was empty!
Holy Shit! he thought. I must have dropped it back there. Oh God! Man, he wouldn't go back there right now if it was a hundred dollars! Christ, he felt trapped.
He had to do something! The police? Shit in his shocked condition he'd probably blab everything, including his own jacking off. And then the publicity ... wow, all the kids at school would know and they'd snicker and make cruel, obscene jokes. And Michelle's life would probably be ruined ... What could he do? Who could help him....
Perhaps Mrs. Thomas? No, she was too uptight. Well, maybe not. She'd understand if anyone would ... she'd be good and angry too about her daughter getting her cherry fucked out by his father and maybe they could cook up some, way to get back at them ... Yes ... Rachel Thomas was his only answer, his single hope, and he prayed it would work. Maybe he could even borrow enough money to live on his own for a while, until he got his emotions sorted out and could live with the fact of his father's lecher ... Oh, God, why did he have to find his father with his girlfriend? Nothing would ever be the same ever again ... But God! Maybe he shouldn't tell her at all. Maybe she'd faint or have a heart attack or go mad or something.
Tim Elliot had been thinking all of these wildly jumbled thoughts while he'd been wandering aimlessly by the water's edge. The sound of the waves breaking on the shore drew his attention away from his crazed thoughts. He looked out at the calm Pacific and made up his mind. Quickly he slipped out of his clothes, it was a warm, balmy summer evening and a nice swim in the ocean would clear his head. He ran into the water, then suddenly gave a yell and dove in. The cool water felt so good on his naked young flesh and he swam for what must have been a half hour in the pale white light of the moon, his troubles seeming to wash off him with each strong stroke.