Chapter 6
After thoroughly investigating Bob's thick, swollen-veined prick and bulbous, drooling cockhead, Linda's fingers gathered up his balls and cradled them gently in her palms, one nut to each hand. She rolled them back and forth and gently squeezed them, enjoying the open-mouthed pleasure of her erstwhile captor.
"It's time," Bob said after more than ten minutes of having his prick played with.
He wasn't sure he could control himself if she kept rubbing her fingers up and down his prick while her other hand poked at his nuts. And he didn't want to blast his cum in her face —at least, not yet.
Linda fell back, opening her legs and bending her knees, and felt his heavy body above her. They looked into each other's eyes as he fisted his cock and guided the swollen bulb to the center of her puffy, wet pussy. Linda shivered and a little bit of fear intruded upon her passion. Oh, God, he was so big! She could feel the elastic rim of her cunt-mouth straining impossibly wide as he pushed at it, and then the fiery pleasure began again, numbing her fear momentarily.
"OH, OH, OH!" she gasped, licking her suddenly dry lips.
She felt her tight pink cunt begin to give and, with a wet, audible plop, Bob's huge cock knob squeezed through and her soft inner lips clamped behind its flared rim. She gasped, staring up at his passion-filled face, and felt her spasming muscles trying to push him out.
"Oh, yeah!" Bob groaned. "Squeeze it, baby!" And he fed her another inch.
"Oh, God!" Linda gasped, rotating her hips in an attempt to relieve the enormous pressure of his big, spongy cock knob. The mouth of her cunt felt spread wide open, and she could feel its muscles gripping around the neck of his prick.
"OH-H-H-H," Linda moaned. "Ohhhhhh, oh, oh, oh!"
The pressure had increased as his massive cocktip nudged her cherry. The fear returned as her virginasl membrane stretched, bringing a strange mixture of pain and pleasure to her steaming, hungry cunt. Even if she wanted to stop him, she knew it would be impossible. That immense, fleshy prick was going to plunge all the way into her little pussy. It was going to rip past her cherry with its fat knob and batter the back of her cunt until it spewed a torrent of jism to match the load still swirling in her asshole.
Even with the thought, Linda's tissue-thin cherry was torn apart and Bob's cock sank like a battering ram into her agonized cunt. Linda shrieked and thrashed as her tiny cunt expanded to take in the fat cock. She felt like she was splitting open and she wailed again. Every single nerve in her tightly stretched pussyhole seemed as if it was being rubbed raw.
With a final thrust, Bob sank his aching prick all the way to its balls in the teenaged girl's hot, rippling cunt. He saw her enormous painted tits swim violently across her chest, and dropped his mouth over one. With a throaty growl he sucked in one long, hard nipple and pulled on it with his lips and teeth even as he skewered her squishy pussy faster and faster.
After a few minutes of furious fucking, Linda noticed that all that was left of the awful pain was a throbbing, aching sense of fullness. She could feel his balls whapping the wet, open crack of her soft ass, bouncing again and again against her pouting, forever-stretched asshole. He was fucking her more gently, now, giving her hot, tight pussy long, slow strokes that made her hungry for more.
"Ahhhhh, oh, yes-s-s-s!" she hissed, relaxing and making the first tentative movement to match his rhythm. She experimented happily, rolling her hips from side to side and lifting her ass off the bed every time he thrust down.
"Oh, shit!" Bob gasped. "You're a natural, baby! I won't have to teach you anything. You fuck like you were born to do it!"
"Oh, I love it, I love it!" Linda cried. "Fuck me, keep fucking me! Don't stop!"
Linda gave up the last little thought of ever leading a celibate life. She had to have cock, now, she realized. Never, never, never could she live her life without being fucked each and every day!
Bob switched tits and lightly nibbled her other nipple as Linda's head tossed wildly from side to side. As he fucked, he noticed the difference between the girl and his wife. Linda's heavy mat of thick pubic hair cushioned his blows much more than Myra's curly bush, and Linda was so tight.
"Still want to be a nun?" Bob asked with a grin as he ground his cock far into her squirming pussy and mashed her hot clit.
"No-o-o-o, no!" Linda choked as her pussyhole began its rhythmic contractions. She could feel his hot, spongy cock knob battering something at the far end of her tunnel.
"Why not? Tell me why?" he said, groaning as her hot, near-virgin cunt began collapsing around his straining prick.
' 'N-nuns don't f-fuck!'' Linda cried, on the verge of her orgasm.
"Right!" Bob said, and began fucking her hard and fast. "Wrap your legs around me!"
Linda threw her legs around his waist and locked her ankles over his lower back. Then she threw her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her. Every time he thrust down, she helped him push deeper by pressing with her heels.
She hunched her ass wildly, bawling and whimpering, and Bob reached back and slid his finger into her asshole with one quick movement. He saw Linda's screwed-up eyes pop open with amazement, and then her body thrashed and flopped wildly.
The teenaged girl thought she'd die as her cunt convulsed around Bob's fat cock, squeezing it tightly. She shuddered and sobbed, and then felt the first hot spurt of cum land in the back of her cunt. One thick, hot wad after another squirted forcefully against her rippling pussywalls, trickling down to soothe her torn cherry with liquid warmth.
Bob poured his jism into her for what seemed a full minute before sinking wearily onto her soft body. He felt his limber prick ooze from her slippery cunt and rolled off her. Linda sighed and moaned, a dazed smile on her flushed, sweaty face. He watched his blood-stained cum pour from her small, hairy cunt. It made a small puddle on the bed between her fleshy asscheeks.
"Pretty good, huh?" Bob smiled, reaching over-to stroke a big, soft tit, Her large areola and nipple were relaxed.
"Ohhhh ..." Linda sighed. She looked at him. "What's your name? I don't even know what to call you."
"Bob."
"Bob." She tasted his name, then reached down and touched the inflamed opening of her pussy. She seemed awed by the sight of his blood-stained cum. "Ohhhh, Bob, it was wonderful. It sounds crazy, but I'm glad you . . . you kidnapped me. I would have made a terrible nun. My pussy was already getting me into trouble."
"It was? How?"
"Oh, you know, my fingers and, uh, just this morning I touched another girl there. I didn't mean to, it just happened. My God, only this morning! It seems like years and years."
"It has been years," Bob said, looking at his watch. "We've been here all day and half the night. You know, it's after midnight! Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"Damn, I forgot! Today's my kid's birthday. Or, yesterday was. I missed his party! Shit, Myra'll kill me, too."
"Y-your wife?" Suddenly, Linda was afraid.
"Yes, but . . . maybe not for long." He looked at her. "All you know about me is that I kidnapped and practically raped you. Not a great way to start a relationship, and I'll bet the police are looking for you now. But, what would you say if I asked you to stay here and wait for me until tomorrow?"
"You're going home to your wife?" "And my son," he said. "It's strange. I love^ you. I've loved you since I first saw you, but I still love Myra. But it's not the same kind of love. I don't have the urge to sleep with her, any more, and that's not fair to her. She should be free to find someone who can take care of her."
"You mean, you'd divorce her?" "If I thought you'd stay with me." "Oh, Bob!" Linda cried, throwing herself against him and hugging him.
He felt her huge tits squash and ooze between them. She pressed her mouth to his, her lips wet and parted, and beat him by a split second in using her tongue. They kissed and fondled each other for a long time, but Bob finally tore himself away and began to dress. "We'll have a lot to talk about, tomorrow," he promised as he opened the door to leave. "There's lots of food in the refrigerator, and a radio on the closet shelf." He grinned. "Keep it hot for me!" and pointed at her pussy.
Linda giggled and hunched her hips at him. She could hardly wait for tomorrow to come. She could hardly wait to cum tomorrow.
It took Bob more than two hours to drive from the cabin and through town to his house. It was, as he had expected, dark. Myra wasn't waiting up for him. In a way, he was relieved. He didn't feel like explanations, recriminations and arguments tonight. He didn't want anything to spoil the happy frame of mind the day's delights had put him in.
He tiptoed through the door and went straight to Mark's room. He loved his son, and was ashamed of himself for forgetting all about the boy's birthday. Mark was used to being neglected, he told himself guiltily. Maybe he'd see more of his son after the divorce ...
Bob wondered how the boy would cope with the pain of a divorce, then realized that it probably wouldn't make that much difference in his life. With visitation privileges, Mark would probably see more of his father than he had in the last five years.
Bob smelled the liquor even before he reached his son's room, so he wasn't too surprised to see his boy sprawled out on the bed. But he was surprised to see his kid's cock hanging out of his fly and lolling over his balls.
Shit, Bob thought, the kid was so drunk he jerked off right on the bed! He grinned, thinking how Myra would have yelled if she'd caught him.
Bob threw a sheet over Mark's body so his mother wouldn't walk in and see his prick, then he took off his shoes and walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife—but not for much longer, he thought. Linda's face and ripening body floated before him as he undressed. There'd been no need to tiptoe. Myra was out cold, a drunken snore his only greeting. In a way, it was a relief to see her that way, but Bob knew he was the reason she'd gotten drunk.
The next morning at breakfast Bob knew Myra was extremely angry with him. He didn't blame her, but that didn't make the situation any more bearable. He couldn't discuss anything with her because she was hung over and giving him the silent treatment.
"Listen, Mark," Bob said when he saw his son, "I'm really sorry about missing your party. It wasn't intentional, and if it makes you feel any better, I feel like a piece of shit. I-I don't think things are going to improve between your mother and me, but whatever happens, I still love you. Can you understand what I'm saying?"'
Mark mumbled an assent, feeling awkward about listening to his father's apologies. And
Mark was surprised to hear him say he loved him. He'd never said that!
Bob told Myra's back—because she wouldn't look at him—that he was leaving, and squeezed Mark's shoulder. They assumed he was going to work, but he'd taken his vacation time and was again heading for the cabin.
When she heard the front door close softly, Myra turned to Mark, She felt terrible this morning, and wondering if he had any memory of what she'd done wasn't helping. But her son didn't act differently toward her, and she gradually relaxed.
When she saw him take a couple of aspirin, she said, "Sorry you asked for a drink last night?"
Mark grinned just a little. "Naw, it's only a regular headache, nothin' special. But I sure slept good!"
Myra felt herself blushing. She was sure it was more than the liquor that had made him sleep so soundly. A good hand-job, she thought, that's what a growing boy needs to stay healthy! She almost giggled aloud at the revolutionary idea.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Mark asked. "You sure looked funny, just then."
"Oh,nothing, I was just thinking."
And I've got to stop it, she told herself.
Sexual frustration is no excuse for incest, and that's what jerking Mark off could lead to. And it wouldn't be at all difficult imagining him as a sex partner, not with that fat cock of his. But she mustn't allow it to happen, no matter how horny she was. He was only a boy and he wouldn't understand all the problems it could cause, all the hang-ups she might give him.
But—would jerking him off while he slept be so awfulT Playing with her pussy while feeling the hot strength of his prick against her palm was soooo thrilling! His cock was so thick, so hard, and by the way it pulsed she could tell it was powerful. And now that Bob wouldn't fuck her, she needed to at least feel a man's cock in her hand. And Mark was a mans now. After last night, there was no denying that.
One thing about Mark, he would be a kind, gentle, considerate lover. She remembered how he'd looked at her naked body in the bathroom, and thought about how nice it would be to have him look at her again—how nice it would be to see him admire her heavy tits and hairy pussy, and how especially nice it would be to feel his hands on her.
Ghhhh, I've got to stop this! Myra screamed at herself. I can't keep thinking such thoughts!
Mark spent most of the morning studying
Ms sexy mother's pretty face and voluptuous body. She still reminded him of Mitzi Gaynor, especially with her high cheekbones and quivery tits, and he slid the loose skin over his hard cock every chance he got. Myra was usually facing the other way when he fisted himself with a hand in his pocket, so he found himself staring at her wide hips and full, fleshy ass cheeks, which suited him fine. He knew those big ass cheeks would be soft by the way they wobbled when she walked.
She came to the dining room where a pitcher of martinis was already stirred up and poured herself a drink. It went down quickly, and then she found herself groaning and rubbing her hot cunt against the arm of the sofa. Damn, she thought, I can't even remember the last day I didn't jerk off! Fingers weren't bad occasionally, but for a married woman to have no other choice but masturbation was not only cruel, but humiliating.
Before heading for her bedroom, she poured herself another drink. The warmth of the gin and vermouth went straight to her bloated cuntlips and Myra squeezed her thighs tightly together. Hot pussy juice oozed from her hairy cunt and she sighed, imagining a tongue, and then a cock, swabbing that hot, pink crease.
Mark heard his mother's quick steps, and then the closing and locking of her bedroom door. He wondered if she was going to undress, and hurried to the keyhole.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw his mother unbuttoning her blouse and pushing up her bra as she lay on the bed. Her huge, white, perfectly round tits pointed up at the ceiling, jiggling firmly. Myra looked at her tits, taking pride in their size and pneumatic thrust. One hand stroked across them, gently rolling the soft, spongy flesh around, changing their shape. She felt their hard nipples slide sharply under her palm and was tempted to roll them between her fingers.
Mark heard his mother's breath quickening as she flicked her swollen, extended nipples back and forth with the tip of one finger and moved her gorgeous tits around. His cock twitched and hardened almost instantly. Then she moaned and he saw her hands slide down her belly and one of them disappeared under her skirt.
"Ohhhhhh," he heard her moan.
Without taking his eye from the keyhole he unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff prick. Jeez, he'd never dreamed he'd get a chance to see his own mother jerk off! But there couldn't be any other explanation for the way she was groaning arid fondling herself.
"Ooooo, ooooo, ooooo," Myra crooned to some pleasure that her son couldn't see.