Chapter 6
That evening Teresa went to bed early. Jim was moving around in the garage, getting his fishing equipment ready. "I wonder what he would say if he knew what went on in the garage this morning?" she thought distractedly. The memory of her submission to Jack stirred her a little, but she had enough excitement of the flesh for one day.
Later she helped Jim pack his clothing for the trip. She felt mixed emotions about his going. She wanted him to stay because she felt he was her only tie to reality, but deep inside, she wanted him gone. She wanted freedom ... freedom to submit. She knew she wanted to be raped, used, shamed. She needed it! Her emotions churned as she thought of it and it took a long time for her to drift off to a troubled and restless sleep.
The next morning Jim ate and hurried out. Alice went with him to the car and kissed him goodbye and then hurried in to escape the morning chill. Sitting on the couch, she heard the motor fade down the street. She felt so alone, so uncertain. She sat quietly for a few minutes thinking of the events of the past week. So many firsts in so short a time. Her first adultery; first Lesbian contact; first submission to sex with children ; first oral sex, even her first window peeking. Oh God, she thought, anymore firsts and I'll die of shame! Despite the shame she felt she should feel, she felt a surge of excitement as she ran through her private catalogue of debauchery. Shaking her head, she got up and hurried down the hall to the guest room and went in. Teresa was sleeping soundly. The covers were tossed aside and Alice saw the child's nightdress had rolled up to her plump little belly. Alice stood beside the bed and stared at the half-naked child. Her fat little cunt gaped open slightly. Alice tried to imagine a full grown penis entering those little lips, swelling and parting them, ripping the tender flesh slowly as the hard shaft forced up into her. It would be painful, Alice knew that, yet she wanted to see it done! To hear and see the violation of the child. Seeing her lose her virginity in her mind excited the perverse side of her!
Alice dropped to her knees beside the bed and bending forward, began to gently lick and kiss the tight little sex. Teresa slept on but the titration of her tender parts brought sleepy sighs of pleasure from her mouth. Slowly she shrugged off sleep. Alice felt the muscles tense slightly and knew that she was awake now and was aware of what she was doing to her. Alice increased her tongue action, jabbing deep into the tender opening. She felt a hand on her head, hands that pressed down. An invitation to continue, the hands demanded that she continue.
Just as the child was approaching her climax, Alice heard a tapping at the back door. Startled, she pulled her mouth away and jumped up. Teresa cried out in frustration and anger at being denied. Alice was not listening to the girl. She was afraid someone might look in or come in if she didn't answer. She hurried out of the room and to the door. Peeking out she saw Jack! She opened the door, and looking around to make certain that no one was around, she pulled him inside. Before she could say a word he spoke.
"I saw your husband pull out and thought you might be lonesome already." He hugged her close and kissed her. His hands fell to her hips and he cupped her buttocks and tipped her pelvis up to grind against his erect penis.
She wanted to fall down right there in the kitchen and let the boy have her on the floor. Then she remembered Teresa. She pulled loose from him and, tugging his hand, led him to the guest room and Teresa.
The girl lay with her little legs spread, her tiny sex still wet from the interrupted tongue bath. Standing by Jack, she could see his cock grow even harder as he stared at the naked girl. Her own vile thoughts about seeing the girl lose iier virginity came back to her. She tried to resist the thought but heard herself whisper to Jack.
"You want her, don't you? You want to jam this nasty big cock up that little cunt, don't you, Jack?"
He grinned and nodded his head but never took his eyes off the girl. "All right, take your clothes off and lay down with her!"
She hurried to the bed and sat on the edge and stroked the girl's body.
"Honey, you wanted to know what it's like to have a prick up inside you ? Now is the time! Let Jack do it for you, dear. I'll be with you, I'll make sure it won't hurt you too much. Now is your chance, honey. Is it all right?" As she spoke she inserted a finger and gently rotated it.
Teresa gave her a trembling smile but her eyes stuck to Jack and his erect shaft. Alice knew that feeling of fascination and fear and she stopped talking but kept stirring her finger in the girl. "We'll take it slow, honey. It will be great. Is it okay, Teresa? Will you let him give it to you?" The girl shuddered and nodded. "Good. Now kiss him, honey. Suck him a little. It will be good to you-so you be good to it."
Jack sat on the bed and Alice watched as Teresa rolled over and placed her eager little lips close to the dark red pulpy head. She hurried to the bathroom and took down a jar of Vaseline. She saw herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes shone. In spite of her excitement, she didn't like to see herself. I've gone mad! I'm insane, she thought to herself, but then the image of Jack on little Teresa, his man-size rod buried in her, blotted out everything. She almost ran back to the bed.
Jack and Teresa were twined around each other. She was sucking him now and he was fingering her. Both of them were excited as Alice pried them apart. She lay Teresa on her back and put a pillow under the child's behind. Jack was on his knees between her thighs. Alice smeared Vaseline on Teresa and then turned to Jack.
The familiar erection faced her and before she coated it with the ointment, she lovingly sucked and licked it herself. Once they were both lubricated, she guided the head to the pink little opening. Still holding the slippery rod, she rubbed the head up and down on the child's exposed flesh. Soon Teresa sighed and wiggled her bottom. As she did, Alice saw moisture and knew the girl was responding.
"Now, go slowly," she whispered urgently and placed the coated head of the shaft at the wet little opening. Slowly the head disappeared in the flesh. He was in at least two inches!
With her hand Alice stopped his pressing and motioned for him to make short strokes. Teresa bit her lips but pressed her own hips forward answering the strokes. She was trying to get more of the shaft in her regardless of the pain!
The little lips were wet now and Alice knew it was time to go deeper. "All right, Jack," she whispered. "Now press slowly, but don't stop!"
He did and Teresa groaned.
Alice turned to her quickly. "Teresa, he's going to go up in you. It will hurt some but just for a few seconds, honey. Just don't be afraid." Jack leaned forward and began pressing. Alice watched the hairless lips swell and bulge as they accepted the bulk of his shaft between them. Teresa started to groan again and, afraid that she might scream, Alice bent over and kissed her. She forced her tongue in the child's mouth, muffling her cries of protest. She felt Teresa shudder and knew that the maidenhead was torn and that he was up inside of her!
Alice pulled away from Teresa and allowed Jack total freedom with the child. He hunched and pressed, forcing the full length of his swollen penis into the tight channel. Teresa spread her legs wider and now she was pressed up against him, begging for more. Alice moved back until she could see his hard shaft buried in the wet opening. She saw flecks of blood on his penis and wanted to bend down and lick them.
Ohhhh, they're fucking! she thought. This big boy and this little girl are fucking and I helped them start it! Just then Teresa started sighing and wiggling and Alice felt a stab of envy as she knew the child was coming. On her first try, she thought with envy. Jack grunted and began a frantic hard pressing and Alice could imagine the spurting cum filling the sore little channel.
At last they were quiet. When they were finished Alice took Teresa to the bathroom and washed her and smeared some ointment on her torn flesh. The child was in a daze and she could see that she was totally exhausted.
Alice picked Teresa up and carried her to her own room and put her to bed. Alice kissed her gently, feeling a combination of envy and shame.
She envied the child her experience, but knew that she never should have played the part in it that she had.
On her way back, Alice took the towel in to Jack and wiped him clean. Then, with a sense of foreboding, she lay beside him.
For a long time no word was spoken. She stared at the naked boy laying with her. I was wrong. He's no virgin. I wasn't his first woman. I wonder ivho started him, who aroused this hunger in this boy? Her thoughts went on as she stared at his limp cock laying flacid on his thigh.
"Well?" she teased. "How was it?"
He only smiled and looked at her. She felt herself blush. He reached out and traced her breasts through her robe. Eagerly responding to his touch, she clutched his limp prick and rolled it between her fingers. She felt a powerful desire to have it in her now and she tugged and squeezed it. Jack laughed and responded.
"If you want it too, you'll have to work for it." He put his hand to her face and rudely pushed a finger in her mouth and she knew what he expected and started to bend down to his penis. "Wait," he ordered. "Why don't you put on some lipstick before you do that. I like to see red lips when I watch it in your mouth."
She heard the order in his voice and felt a thrill. She went to her purse and brought the tube back to the bed. Standing before him, she applied it as he watched. She put it on thickly. She licked her lips and looked down at him, presenting her mouth for inspection.
"Good," he said, "now you look right. You can suck." She crouched on the bed beside him and he pulled her head down to his limp organ.
How? she asked herself as she tongued the tip. How did I get like this? It's like being a slave. If I'd seen myself like this a month ago, I'd have been sick! How could I get like this in such a short time? She licked and sucked, holding her head so that he could see as his flesh entered her oral cavity. She knew she was smearing him with lipstick and wished she could pull back and see for herself, but he was stirring and she wanted him badly, more than anything in the world!
The excitement was stirring between her own legs as she mouthed him. He grew and swelled against her tongue. He lay back, enjoying the sight of her red smeared lips clamped around his flesh. She could feel his eyes on her and allowed the suction to slip a little, letting her lips rasp against his flesh. She pulled her head back and ran her wet tongue up and down his white stalk of flesh. Down his testicles her tongue ran and darted. She kissed and sucked his balls. He groaned and hitched his hips up, pressing his hairy scrotum against her lips., His hand slid down her bowed back and gripped the full flesh of her buttocks. A finger slid in and teased the puckered flesh of her anus. A jolt of excitement and fear ran through her and she quickly plopped the head back into her mouth and started to suck hard, hoping to make him come before he led her to that thing that had haunted her.
She tried, but when his finger pushed firmly against her nether opening her belly melted and she knew she was pressing herself back against the finger. She pressed and rolled her hips against the finger without recalling that she willed herself to do so. Her hidden self was in charge now.
"Come up here" he ordered and pulled her away from his wet organ.
She didn't respond quickly enough and he pulled her so hard that she fell on the bed beside him. She faced him on the pillow. They stared at each other without blinking. His direct stare, the confidence in his eyes made her heart sink.
"I think I want to fuck you in the ass, Mrs. Murray. What do you think about that?" There was challenge in his voice. It spoke of his being in charge of her and she knew she would not be able to resist. She stared at him, her wet dripping lips hung slack. She couldn't say a word. All she could think of was that picture of the woman kneeling, that big penis lodged in that place it was never intended to be. He reached over and pulled her up close to him and put his hand over the crack in her cheeks. His fingers spread her cheeks and rotated against her anus. It sent a burning sensation up her spine. "I'm going to do that very thing, Mrs. Murray, and you want me to do it, don't you? Go on, tell me, out loud!" Her throat felt dry and raspy. She wanted to deny his taunting words, to order him out of her home. She. knew that this was the end of her line. If she let him have his way here and now, she knew that she was doomed. She could never get back to the person she was before she got caught up in this web of sex and shame. She opened her mouth to order him out but the only sound she could make was a howl of lust and submission.
"OHHHHHHHGGGG, please darling I ... " He pressed his questioning finger harder against her rubbery flesh and she felt it penetrate a little. It hurt! She knew it would hurt. But even the pain excited her, pressed her on regardless of her mind's protests.
"Hand me the Vaseline, Mrs. Murray. Put it in my hand." His demand forced her to act. This was her last chance! She watched her shaking hands as it reached up to the bookcase on the headboard and handed him the tube.
"Good. There's plenty for us. Now, Mrs. Murray, I want you to take it and lube yourself and then me. It has to be your job because when you do that you will be telling me that it's your own decision that you actually want me to fuck you there. Now take the tube!"
Her hand jerked out and caught the tube. His fingers unscrewed the top and pushed on her fingers, forcing her to press out a string of the greasy ointment. Her other finger caught the string and she stared at it. "Now put it back there. Grease the way for me, Mrs. Murray. I can't make you do it-this time it's your own decision. It has to be your way of asking me to screw you there. You have to do it yourself."
She knew that she should simply wipe her finger on a tissue from the headboard and get out of the bed but she couldn't force herself to do it. Slowly she raised her arm and bent it at the elbow. The finger with ointment bent back behind her and she slowly ran it up and down as she anointed her own quaking anus. "Worm it in good." He whispered demandingly, "Work it up in the hole-push your finger in as deep as you can." She did as she was told and felt her sharp fingernail rasp against the tender flesh. "Now tell me what you are doing," he ordered and she meekly obeyed.
"I'm rubbing Vaseline up my backside."
He grinned at her discomfort and demanded more. "No! Tell me why you are doing that."
"To make it easier for you to get up in me," came the even meeker answer.
"No, tell me why I'm going up in there. Why am I going to fuck you in the ass?" He was tormenting and insulting her, she knew that, but she couldn't refuse the answer now.
"Because ... I want you to. I want to feel your big hot cock up my anus!" She felt herself hit the bottom of her self-esteem and she shuddered.
"That's a good girl," he said. "Now I want you to put a good thick coat of that on my big hot cock so I can slip it up your virgin ass. It is virgin isn't it?"
"Yes, oh God, yes it is." She whispered and busied herself rubbing a thick covering of the ointment up and down his throbbing tool.
"Up on your knees," he demanded and she obeyed. "Bend over here and give him a nice kiss goodbye. He's going on a dangerous trip and he needs all the loving he can get."
Submissively she lowered her head and kissed the greasy tip. Her lips skidded off to one side and she was thinking that this big hard thing was now going to enter her and go up into a area that had never felt it before. She was puzzled. She felt ashamed but excited as well. She remembered how she felt just before Jim had penetrated her on their wedding night and she hadn't felt this awful feeling of anticipation, this shaking wonder, or this deep fear!
Jack knelt behind her and she could feel the hard head of his organ rub against her buttocks and settle in the crack between them. Her thighs trembled and she spread them a little, opening up her backside to that seeking rammer-the punisher.
"Relax, Mrs. Murray." She tried, but the fear, the anticipation kept her tense. She felt the greased hard tip of his sex locate her puckered anus and press.
The pain was sharp! She bit her lips but in spite of her efforts she moaned. Jack mistook her sound for pleasure and pressed harder. She felt a pop and then felt the round hard meat of him pressing up into her anal channel. At last she felt his testicles bang up against her quivering buttocks. He was in her!
"Oh, God, you feel so tight!" he sighed. Slowly he began the in and out motions. Gradually she felt the pain receding and the feel of him slipping in and out of her began to be pleasure-then a strange compelling pleasure! She fought against this passion. She had been prepared to submit, to allow him this because it soothed some need for punishment in her, but she wasn't certain she was prepared to enjoy it! She tried to ignore the growing pleasure she felt.
"Jack, oh please, please fuck me-I love it!! ! ! UGHHHHNGG Fuck my assssssss. Please!" She heard herself begging. She was confused. By all standards she should be in pain, humiliated. Instead of that, she was kneeling in front of him, his cock jammed into her "virgin ass", begging him to do unnatural things to her!
The vigor of his strokes broke her line of thought. An animal passion gripped her now. She knew she was going to climax. It couldn't happen-it wasn't physically possible! But she knew she was going to have an orgasm. Gutteral grunts and moans escaped her lips as he forced deeper into her. The unnatural intrusion felt huge! She shook her hips, rotated them, pressed her fleshy buttocks against his hairy belly. Her climax rose and she cried out and thrashed about under him. She felt like an insect on a pin. His breath was coming faster and she knew that he was going to come too.
He's going to spurt his cum up my anus, she chanted to herself. He's going to fill me where I've never been filled before! Suddenly he sighed and she felt the hot spurts coming from him. The warm gush ignited her own pleasure and she shook and groaned with him. They sighed and pressed against each other like two wild animals in the forest.
As her pleasure faded and he was finished pumping into her, she gradually became aware of herself again. Her legs ached and trembled. She was aware of the awful soreness and wanted to cry. As her passion died, shame filled the void. She was aware of the vile brute act she had allowed him to perform on her. It was if she was standing to the side and had watched the entire animalistic act. In her mind she could see herself crouching in front of the boy, her thighs spread wide, her buttocks red from the friction. Her body was shaking and quivering as he slowly pulled his soften organ from her tightly closed anus. Without a word he got up and went to the bathroom.
Alice now lay flat on her belly. "I wonder if I can go any lower?" she mused aloud. "Can there be any act more vile than this?" Even as she was trying to hate herself, she had the uneasy knowledge that she would submit to it again-right now if need be! In a second, her inner self admitted and she knew it was the truth. She buried her face in the pillow and cried.
Jack returned with a warm wash rag and a towel and cleaned her gently. When he was done he dressed and went out the door without saying a word.
Feeling tired, sore and totally used, she lay still and slept. Her sleep was tormented by dreams. She saw a large dripping cock ramming and tearing into a tiny pucker hole and felt again the shame and desire that went with that swollen wet organ. Her inner self and her outer self went to war as she slept.