Chapter 12
Ronny went into the cabin and used Earl's shirts and pants to tie the man up. Then he and Mary Jane left. They drove for five hundred miles without stopping, except for gas and a quick bite to eat.
Two days later, they reached the big city, and from the big city they traveled to one of the small suburbs where Ronny had his restaurant. It was already evening, and Ronny had no intention of going into the restaurant at that time. He knew his brother would continue to handle things until the following day.
He was exhausted and so was Mary Jane. But even greater than their being tired was their desire for one another. Both hurriedly undressed as Mary Jane looked at the bedroom of his apartment, realizing here was home, at last. Totally naked, they stood in front of each other just looking for a moment, then came together, he holding her, and she clutching him. Then she slowly slid down, letting his turgid prong ride through the valley of her tits where she trapped it, squeezing her breasts tightly against it. She liked the feel of his white-hot poker pressing into her cleft as her warm tits, surrounded it, and Ronny enjoyed the feeling just as much. She rocked her lithe body from one side to the other, moving up and down to let the shaft slide between her tits, applying pressure to the solid shank and making the already-purple head turn a bright royal lavender. She could feel the pulses in his cock pounding as his blood flooded into it, making it even harder. Then, with his cock thrust all the way up between her tits, she lowered her head and began lapping vigorously around the head.
"Oh no!" Ronny told her. "I know what you can do with that mouth of yours. I want this cock buried in that sweet, darling pussy of yours tonight. We have plenty of other times for you to suck me off."
He pulled her upright, feeling his rigid pole being pressed into his body in an upward position as the dragging of her forced it to remain that way.
"Fuck me standing," she begged. "We've tried everything on our backs or seated. Now fuck me standing. Fuck me, darling."
She began moaning and sighing, rotating her center against his seething dong, and a deep sigh came from her throat like a tigress in heat as she literally gripped Ronny tightly and continued undulating her hips, increasing his passion.
Her whole body began shivering and she pulled back just far enough to reach between them and close her warm, girlish fingers around his solid, meaty prong. She pushed it lower as she, on tiptoe, stood higher, shoving it into the crevice between her anxious thighs.
Ronny's knees buckled slightly, waiting as she now led the solid horn of flesh directly into position, securing it in the center of her gash, gripping it firmly with her thighs as a flood of warm, slippery juice came pouring out, drenching his stolid pecker head, causing the pulsing dome to slide upward as if of its own accord and rest snugly against the pool of her pussy-puss. Her cuntlips, like those of an eager mouth, seemed to be opening wide in an attempt to suck him in. He gripped her asscheeks and raised her higher as her arms tightened around his neck.
"Get it in, Ronny," she begged. "Hurry, hurry, put it into me."
He raised her a bit more, lifting her toes off the floor, feeling her thighs scissor apart as the angle of his upward, forty-five degree-pointed cock searched to find the exact point of entry. And then, suddenly, the hot, silken lips of her pussy grabbed his cock head and pulled it slowly in.
Sighing with delicious rapture, Mary Jane felt the stiffness of his rigid joint push into her satin-lined snatch, parting the hot, inner labia of her wonderful cunt. And then her liquid labia closed fluidly over his throbbing knob, clutching the engorged head tightly in its syrup enclosure. Mary Jane's entire body shuddered with rapture as her cunt muscles tightened even more around his stolid shaft. Her arms hung tightly around his neck in desperation; a desperation born of passion.
With her arms around his neck being used for leverage, Mary Jane began undulating, lifting her torso a little to let his seething prick head slide in and out and into her simmering, juicing crack, moving a bit more quickly each time she levered herself up, sinking a little lower each time she went down.
"Uhhhh ... Ronny ..." she shuddered, "Oh, Ronny ... tell ... me you ... uhhhh ... love me ... no matter what..."
"Of course I love you."
"Ronny, about Earl... I ... ooooh ... have to tell the truth ... oh God.... I love you so and don't want to lose ... uhhhh ... you ..."
"Quiet," he told her, working his hips in a rotating circle as her thighs came up and clamped themselves around his hips.
"Whatever might have happened ... I... ooooh ... love you. Ronny ..."
"I don't care what happend," Ronny told her, pumping strongly. "If ... uhhhh ... anything went on, it went on because he . .. forced youooooooh ... uhhh ... into it."
"Yes ... ahhhhh .. ."she sighed, "but I couldn't help liking what I was doing ... ohhh Godddd I love you..."
With her ass being supported by his hands, and her thighs tightly clamped around his waist, Ronny pumped upward and silenced her mouth for a time with his own lips, slamming his hips high, ramming his cock as far up into her tight, squeezing, crushing, overpowering pussy as he possibly could.
"If you liked it... oooooh ... I was to ... ahhhh ... blame," he told her, grinding furiously now, "for ... ohhhh ... teaching you to enjoy ... arrggghhh ... uhhhh ... fucking so much."
"Ronny," she panted, "I really do love only you ... ohhhh God ... I'm already ... ohhhh Rooooonnnnneeeeee . . . uuurrrggghhh . . ."
And he matched her with a blast of his own, shooting a heavy wad straight up into her flaming quim.
Mary Jane closed her eyes and dreamed of the wonderful future ahead. Her father could enjoy her sister and her mother all he wanted. He would never have her. No other man would have her cunt other than the one pumping into her at that moment. Her dreams were all coming true.
The Padramors would one day be extinct. Their own rigid rules and regulations were stifling them. Ultimately their secret would be discovered by the outside world, and they, like the Mormons, would have to conform.
She, Mary Jane Farrar, soon to be Mary Jane Benson, had no more fears. She would have a husband, and children, and she would be able to bring them up without having to teach them to love their mother in any way other than the natural mother-child relationship, unless... unless... one son turned out to be as handsome and as well developed as his father. Then ... maybe.