Chapter 3
"Okay . now stop that . all right, look! Listen to me!" Phil said. His voice was calm and condescending, as if he were addressing a terrified little girl. "I'm going to go to the kitchen now to get you a drink of water. When I come out I don't want to see you crying anymore. It's a little excessive. And I'd also like to hear one good reason why I shouldn't tell your parents about what my wife and I saw on this couch!"
Phil stood next to the couch and glowered meaningfully at Sylvia for several seconds. Then he turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving her alone in the living room.
Sylvia stared after him helplessly and wiped her eyes. The gesture was almost hopeless. She'd never felt more like crying in her life.
Everything was so confusing now. A mere ten minutes had passed since the Williams had caught them on the couch, and Sylvia still didn't understand what was going on. It seemed impossible that anything could change her mood so much, could make her feel so humiliated and miserable in so short a period of time.
It had happened so fast. The first spoken words she could remember, after the initial shock, was Phil Williams' cool suggestion that his wife take Rick home while he "had a little talk" with Sylvia. Rick had dressed incredibly fast, apparently as frightened as she was. Sylvia was sure she'd never forget the way her boyfriend had looked walking out the door with the older woman, leaving her alone in the house with the husband.
And what was she supposed to say to him now? Sylvia whimpered and looked down at her body. She was halfdressed in her sweater and panties, the bra and her jeans lying haphazardly on the other side of the room. For the first time it occurred to her how sluttish she looked, how much of her nakedness had already been exposed to Mr. Williams' eyes.
Somehow, some way, she had to talk him out of telling her mother. She didn't even have any parents anymore, as he'd assumed. They'd been divorced for a year; she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her father and brother.
If her mother found out . Sylvia groaned with the mere thought. Her mother was a vicious, slovenly drunk. She lived off of her alimony check, spending half of her day in bed and the other half drinking in front of the TV set. If Mr. Williams told, Sylvia knew her mother would beat her within an inch of her life and practically chain her to her bed until she graduated from high school.
The only solution to that would be to run away from home. Sylvia grimaced, racking her mind for solutions. No, no, she couldn't let Mr. Williams tell! She'd do anything to stop him, anything at all! She almost felt willing to be his slave!
"Feeling a bit more composed now?" Williams asked.
Sylvia looked up suddenly. The tall, handsome thirtyeightyearold man crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch, handing her a tall glass. Sylvia was much too frightened to notice when he draped a protective arm around her shoulder, and realized only dimly that the water in her glass was actually mixed generously with Scotch.
"Mr. Williams, you just can't tell my Mom about this," Sylvia began fearfully. She wrung her hands together and looked at him pleadingly. "I mean, she'd just kill me!"
"Call me Phil, Sylvia. And take a little drink of that. It'll calm you down some," Mr. Williams murmured. His voice was strangely calm now, as if he'd never been angered at all. "Now, we did catch the two of you on the couch. As an adult I think I have some responsibility to your parents ."
"I don't have any parents!" Sylvia interrupted desperately. "It's just my mother, and she'll kill me! Mr. Willia - Phil, you can't tell her. I swear, I'll do anything you want if you won't!"
"Anything, huh?"
Sylvia nodded and took a quick, unthinking gulp of her drink, almost choking when the potent liquor passed down her throat. A slow, wickedly leering smile spread across Phil's face. The next thing Sylvia knew his open hand was gently caressing the bare white flesh of her inner thighs, less than an inch under the hem of her bikini panties.
"Mr. Williams! Phil!" Sylvia gasped. "What are you . what are you doing!?"
"You know, you have a very lovely body, Sylvia," Phil muttered huskily. "I can't blame your boyfriend at all for being sexually attracted to you. I think that if I were his age again, all I'd ever think about would be your sweet little teenage cunt. As a matter of fact, I'm thirtyeight and that's all I'm honestly thinking about now."
Sylvia's eyes widened enormously, her mind reeling in confusion as she tried to grasp the meaning of Phil's words.
Then she understood. He wanted to fuck her. That was really what separating her and Rick had been all about. He didn't care at all about telling her mother. That was just a threat, an excuse to hold over her head so he could get into her pants.
"No," Sylvia murmured. She shook her head mindlessly and edged away from her assailant. "No Phil, you know that's not right. I'm going with Ricky. It'd be wrong to have sex with you."
"But Sylvia, I'm afraid it's the only choice you've got."
Sylvia sat in helpless silence, torn between her conscience and her fear of her mother. Grinning, Phil moved his hand into the juncture of her thigh and tenderly fondled her swollen, hairy pussyslit through the cotton crotch of her panties.
"No," Sylvia whispered. "Ssstop it, Phil. This is wrong. No ."
"Mmmmm, you've got such a nice soft little pussy," Phil murmured lewdly. "It's so warm and wet, just like a baby kitten. I guess that's why they started calling it pussy in the first place, don't you think? All you teenage girls have got such sweet little cunts, especially when they're as pretty as you. Now tell me the truth, Sylvia, doesn't this feel good?"
Phil thrust his hand under her panties, pushing the crotch aside. Sylvia felt his fingers wriggle between the fleecy haired lips of her pussy, running up and down her moistened slit, circling tenderly around her stiffening clit.
"You didn't answer my question, sweetheart. Doesn't that feel good?"
Sylvia bit her lip hard. Already she could feel herself responding to his wanton cunt teasing, her already slick gash wetting pungently with the juices of excitement. Her nipples stiffened against her sweater. It humiliated her to know that Phil probably knew how much he was turning her on.
"Now, I don't think we're going to have any trouble at all ."
Phil fell suddenly to the floor, moving as smoothly as if he had been seducing innocent teenage girls all his life. Sylvia watched as he knelt between her creamy white thighs, felt his hands as he spread them boldly apart. She felt like a toy in his hands, submissive and young, unable to do anything to stop him. Phil took her panties and pulled them down her long tapering legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.
"Nnno," Sylvia stammered. But her protests were feeble now; deep down she knew how desperately horny she was. "You're too old for me! Please Mr. Williams, stop!"
"You've got such a lovely little pussy, Sylvia," Phil murmured. He stared directly into her cunt now, hungrily admiring the profusion of her curly pussy hairs running up her soft belly, the pouting smallness of her slit. "It's so small and pink. I think this is going to be the nicest cunt I've ever sucked off in my life."
Phil moved his head forward. Sylvia looked down her quivering body, watching as his face disappeared between her legs. Then she felt his tongue wriggle against her throbbing pussy-lips, and she knew that the blackmail had already begun.
"Mmmm, that is nice!" Phil groaned. He spread her swollen slit, staring at the bright pinkness of her sheath. "You really taste good, Sylvia. Mmmmmmm . "
Phil returned his mouth to the gurgling lips of Sylvia's snatch. Then he began to suck her cunt in earnest. His tongue darted up and down the flowering folds of her pussy, twirling hotly around her clit, eagerly lapping up the juices that poured out of her cuntal walls. He stiffened two fingers and thrust them deeply into her gash, pumping them in and out, fingerfucking her burning cunt even as he sucked.
"Unngggghhhh," Sylvia grunted. Immediately the wetness poured through her fuck hole, making her pussy-lips throb against his mouth. He's doing it to me now, she thought wildly; oh God, he's really turning me on! "Nnnggg . Mr. Williams . unnnhhhh ."
Sylvia bit her lip harder, frantically trying to restrain the shameful force of her intense needs. But it was no use. Her cunt felt like a furnace now, stoked irresistibly by the older man's mouth and lips and tongue.
Uncontrollably, Sylvia's naked asscheeks began to writhe, her pussy helplessly pumping under Phil's mouth. Five seconds later she was fucking her cunt feverishly all over his face, squealing and whimpering with teenage lust.
"Yeah, you do like that now," Phil muttered. "You're just a horny little bitch! You'll do anything to get your cunt sucked."
"Sssuck it Mr. Williams, suck it harder!" Sylvia stammered needfully. She thrust her hands into his thick gray hair and pulled his whole face between her shaking thighs, gasping in ecstasy as the fullness of his tongue lapped up her juicing pussy. "Unngggghh! Suck my cunt now! I'm getting so hot! More!"
"Now why don't we just check out your little asshole, too?" Phil suggested crudely.
Phil thrust the fingers of his left hand between the rounded cheeks of Sylvia's ass. His finger pressed against her puckered asshole, feeling it throb convulsively with her desire. Then he thrust it deep into her muscled little ring and moved it quickly in and out, jacking off her asshole even as his mouth worked on her cunt.
"Unh unh unhhhhhh!" Sylvia moaned. A forbidden pleasure shot deep into her asshole, contracting the rubbery walls of her ass tunnel tightly around Phil's searching finger. Sylvia grunted as if she'd been shot and began to buck wildly off the couch, overwhelmed by animallike pleasure.
"Cumming now!" she moaned. The love juice poured from her sopping wet pussy, burbling pungently all over Phil's face. "Unngggghhh! Oh God, oh shit . UNNGGGHH!"
The cum ran sweetly through Sylvia's ravaged cunt, making her clit throb and pulse with the ecstasy of shooting off. For a full ten seconds her asscheeks trembled nakedly as her pussy pulsated again and again and again. Sylvia gasped and fell onto the couch.
"Rise and shine, Sylvia," Phil muttered, his voice seeming to come to her out of a fog. "It's my turn to cum now."
Sylvia blinked open her eyes and looked dazedly before her. Phil had taken off all his clothes. At age thirtyeight his physique was still lean and powerful, hard muscles rippling under his tan, hairy skin.
And he had a gigantic hardon. Sylvia stared helplessly at her assailant's bloodengorged prick. His meat was just as long as Rick's and even thicker looking, as if it had been made for the sole purpose of stretching her cunt to bursting with the width of his tool. The knob was enormous and wet, a lurid pink. Even as Sylvia stared at it, jism dripped from his slit, coating his spongy cockhead with a thin sheen of cream.
"No," Sylvia whispered. She shook her head in fear and stared at Phil's throbbing, twitching dick, girlishly covering her pussy mound with her hand. "You can't fuck me . your prick is too big . it'll hurt me . nooo ."
"Forget it, Sylvia," Phil panted hoarsely. "I'm not going to let you walk away after giving me a hardon like this. I think I'd just better fuck you whether you like it or not."
"No! Oh God, this is rape! Noooo ."
Sylvia stared at Phil wildly and started to close her thighs. But before she could, Williams was already between her long naked legs, digging his hands info her shoulders to hold her down.
Sylvia shrieked and struggled as much as she could. But it was no use. With one hand Phil held the seventeen-year-old girl in position beneath him. His other hand wrapped around the swollen hardness of his cock, directing the cumoozing knob to the pouting lips of her pussy.
"No Mr. Williams, you'll hurt me with it!" Sylvia screamed. "Stop it! Your dick is too big! Leave me al ."
Then the spongy flesh of Phil's dick-head pushed against her pussy, and Sylvia's pleading words died in her throat. Automatically she sat on the couch, having been trained by Ricky to stay motionless while he was slipping his dick into her.
Phil pressed his swollen knob harder, fitting its bulbous thickness comfortably into her small, tender fuck hole. Then he released her shoulder and fell pleasurably between her spreadeagled thighs, sighing as he stabbed the his cock deep into the clinging wetness of her tight cunt.
"Unh," Sylvia grunted. A sharp wave of pain shot through her pussy; she winced as she felt her cuntal sheath stretching around the stiff hugeness of Phil's cock. But then there was no pain at all. Her pussy had adjusted and felt incredibly filled up, more filled up than Rick had ever made her feel in a year of fucking.
"Now that isn't so bad, is it Sylvia?" Phil asked huskily. He relaxed between her splayed thighs, whispering breathily against the nape of her neck. Slowly he began to hump his lean hips in and out, fucking her cunt with long, gentle strokes of his bloodpulsing meat. "You like the way I fuck you now, don't you? All little girls just love having their pussies fucked by a nice big dick!"
Already Sylvia knew that Phil was right. Fiercely she gritted her teeth, making a vain effort to resist the sweet sensations of their fucking. But even as she struggled she could feel her pussy walls slurping wetly around the blue veined shaft of his organ, her clit tingling and pulsing with every determined stroke of his tool into her cunt.
It's turning me on now, she thought shamefully. Oh God, it's really making me hot . I do like getting fucked by a thick cock . Phil's prick is so warm and stiff . I can feel it going into me, all the way into my cunt . can't help it . I want him to fuck me as hard as he can .
"Nnnnnggggg," Sylvia whined. In spite of herself her ass began to move off the couch, the naked cheeks contracting and shivering with pleasure, instinctively pumping her pussy into the satisfying hardness of his meat. "Ahhhhh . oh Phil . ffffuck me . fuck my cunt . harder, oh yes, harrrddd ."
"Yeah, you are just a horny little bitch," Phil whispered viciously. "You'll do anything to get laid. All you think about all day is getting fucked as much as you can!"
"Harder Phil, fuck my cunt hard!" Sylvia squealed. Her ass moved so quickly now that it was almost a blur, bouncing off the cushions with the obscene intensity of their humping. Sylvia flung her thighs around Phil's waist and moaned as she felt another half inch of his dick part the dripping lips of her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh yes yessss, it's so good! Fuck meeeeeee ."
Phil thrust both his hands suddenly under Sylvia's hips, cupping his palms lustfully into her peachshaped little ass. He half lifted her, half slid her body up the couch, until only her shoulder blades rested against the back.
"Unnggggghhh!" Sylvia grunted. Quickly, she threw her arms around his brawny shoulders, clinging to his body with passion. Then Phil began to slam his meat violently through the clasping wetness of her cunt tunnel, fucking her with jarring, brutal strokes of his bloodswollen cock.
Sylvia had never been fucked so hard and fast in her life. Phil was moving so rapidly now that she could hardly move against him; all she could do was cling to him, whining and mewling in ecstasy as his stiff tool rammed deeper into her pussy with every stroke.
"I'm going to shoot off now, Sylvia, any second," Phil gasped huskily. His fingers clawed the ball-bearing cheeks of her bare white ass, savagely kneading the ripe flesh as he furiously fucked her clinging cunt with the burning hardness of his organ. "Does that sound . sound good, little girl? Don't you want to feel my hot cum squirting up your pussy?"
"Fuck meeeeeee," Sylvia pleaded. She'd never been so horny in her life. Her cuntal walls tightened in and out around his bloated tool, pouring her love juices all over his dick; she could feel her asshole puckering and throbbing wildly as he thrust his cock deeply into her. "Ahhhhh! I want you to cum, want to feel your cream! Do it to me! Ahnnnnnn ."
Phil grunted fiercely and pistoned his hips, reaming out her gaping pussy with the last strength in his loins. The fleshy pinkness of his rod trembled and pulsed violently inside her hole. Sylvia grunted with him and tried to meet his strokes, the sweat pouring from her curvaceous body, humping for all she was worth.
Then the jism exploded from the fat pink knob of Phil's meat.
Sylvia had never imagined having so much of a man's cream spurting into her cunt. Again and again Phil's balls spewed up their load of fluid, rushing up the stalk of his burning prick and squirting rhythmically out of his head's open slit. Sylvia felt the sticky white jism fill her pussy tunnel completely, rushing out around the base of his throbbing cock and covering the insides of her thighs with cum.
"I'm cummmiiinnngggg!" Sylvia shrieked. Grimacing wantonly, she pressed into him, helplessly overpowered by the orgasm that had built suddenly in her pussy. "Unngghh! Fuck me, oh God, fuck my cunt! There! Ahhhhhh."
"Sylvia? Sylvia? Are you all right?" Phil's voice was warm and gentle, as if he were soothing a little girl. "Come on, honey, time to wake up."
Sylvia blinked her eyes and looked dazedly around her. Phil was kneeling over her almost protectively, smiling into her eyes. Faintly she became conscious of a moist towel pressing against her cheeks, stroking them.
"What . what happened?" she whispered.
"You fainted," Phil replied, chuckling. "You came so hard you fainted dead away. I haven't been able to get a peep out of you for the last five minutes!"
Sylvia glanced down at herself. She was still naked except for her sweater; in the light of the lamp next to the couch she could see that her inner thighs and pussy hairs were luridly wet with Phil's jism and her own juices.
Gradually her mind cleared, and she remembered. Phil was telling the truth. She had fainted. He'd fucked her beautifully. She'd never cum so hard before in her life.
"Now tell me honestly, Sylvia, that wasn't so bad?" Phil whispered. His manner was peculiarly coaxing, as if the real seduction had only just begun. "You enjoyed it."
"Yyes," Sylvia stammered weakly. "I really did."
"As a matter of fact, I'll bet I fucked you better than Rick ever did. I'll bet you can't wait to meet me again tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night, and all the nights after that too. Don't worry about my wife. Sarah and I have an understanding about this sort of thing."
Sylvia's mind was completely clear now. She could remember all that had happened to her this evening, all the implications of what was happening now. Sighing, she rested her head against the couch and closed her eyes to think.
Phil Williams was right again. She did want to meet him tomorrow night. She wanted to meet him every night, to fuck and suck him as much as she could. There was something about him. He was older, a father figure almost, he really knew what he was doing. Already Rick was becoming a thing of the past as far as she was concerned. He was too young. Mr. Williams had given her the best screw of her life.
"Mr. Williams," Sylvia murmured quietly, surprising herself with the direct question. "Where did your wife Sarah take Rick when they left?"
"Like I said, Sylvia," Phil replied, smiling. "My wife and I have an understanding."