Chapter 3
"I like women who know how to cook," Roy said to Ingrid.
They were in the Paulsen kitchen. Eric and Christie were away and Roy had wandered over from his house to talk to Ingrid.
He was flirting with her. She knew that and she was afraid of him. He was Eric's boss and he could make trouble if he wanted. But there was also something else that bothered her: she liked flirting. It took her a few minutes to realize and once she did, she was even more rattled by his presence in her kitchen.
"Where's Helen?" Ingrid said.
"Downtown, shopping." Then he added: "I like your legs."
"Roy, you shouldn't."
"Shouldn't what?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
He chuckled and a quiver went through her. She was aware of his eyes on her. He was sitting at the kitchen table while she puttered at the stove and walked around the kitchen more out of nervousness than necessity. She was sorry now that she was wearing only a halter top and shorts. The top was adequate, just an ordinary top to hold and cover her tits. But the shorts were a little on the tight side. They were all right in the house with her family, but outside or with a stranger, she thought the shorts really showed too much of her ass.
And she knew Roy was looking there. When he said he liked her legs, what he really meant was that he liked her ass.
She was at the sink when she heard him get up from his chair and then a moment later she felt him behind her.
He took hold of her arms and pressed against her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could also feel his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. "Roy, please . . . "
"You're a doll," he said.
He kissed her neck. A shudder went through her at the feel of his warm lips pressed against her skin. She wanted to pull away from him, but somehow she couldn't. She just stood there without moving as he continued kissing her neck.
Then his hands left her arms and moved around in front to cup her tits. She trembled. He squeezed her tits through the halter and then found her nipples and pinched them gently. "I like these tits, Ingrid."
She did try to pull away from him now, but he held her in place, held her tits in his hands and his arms closed around her body to prevent her from going anywhere.
Once again, she was aware of his cock pressing against her asscrack. She couldn't deny she found it exciting. She hardly ever thought about any man except Eric, but now she was thinking about Roy.
You mustn't, she thought. If you start anything with him, you'll regret it.
"Roy, you've got to stop this!"
She finally forced his hands away. He laughed at her and pulled back. Then a few minutes later he patted her ass and left, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that bad. Just kissing her neck and feeling her tits. She told herself it wasn't really something to be so upset about. Eric worked for him and the Brewsters lived across the road and she oughtn't to be upset about Roy.
But the excitement was there. She hurried to finish what she'd started in the kitchen and then she left and went to the bathroom in the master bedroom.
Otherwise, I'll go crazy, she thought.
She locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a blonde woman with a flushed face and a hunger in her eyes. She untied the halter and pulled it away from her tits.
Her nipples were stiff, the pink buds swollen and extended. She touched each nipple with a forefinger. Then she cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them. Did they droop too much? She told herself she had heavy tits and heavy tits always had a little droop to them. Anyway, she wasn't sixteen anymore. Did Roy really like her tits?
She unzipped her shorts, peeled them off and then did the same with her panties. She looked at the crotch of her panties a moment and shivered when she saw how wet it was.
Well, he got to you, didn't he? she thought.
Facing the mirror again, she planted one foot on the edge of the toilet seat and started stroking her pussy. Her cunt was a mess, wet and swollen and aching to be touched. She did it quickly, two fingers rubbing her clit up and down, her eyes fixed on the mirror, on her flushed face and the globes of her tits, and then suddenly she gasped and shook her ass as the orgasm hit her.
She kept her fingers working on her clit until the climax was finished, and then at the end she pushed three fingers inside her cunthole and churned them around.
What's going to happen tonight? she thought. She had a feeling something new was starting in her life. t ft
Ingrid saw nothing of Roy for a few days, and then one afternoon she was out on the patio tending some roses she had growing at the edge of the walk, and Roy was there again.
"You'll get sunburned," he said. He grinned at her, his eyes on her body as she knelt at the side of the rose-bed.
She blushed. She had on a skimpy bikini and she hadn't expected any visitors. Certainly not Roy Brewster. She was annoyed because once again she was alone with him. Christie and Eric wouldn't be back for hours and here she was with Roy Brewster again.
But she had to be cordial to him. She offered him a drink inside the house. She thought it would be better to find some clothes to cover herself and she left him at the bar in the living room while she went to change.
When she returned wearing a tee shirt and jeans, he laughed and said she couldn't mean it. "What the hell are you covering everything up for?"
"I'm more comfortable this way."
She thought she'd be safe with him, but then he came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her. She melted. She felt helpless. She held still for a moment, and then she opened her lips and kissed him back.
He kissed her mouth and neck, and then he raised the tee shirt to have a look at her tits. She
I wore no bra. He pushed the tee shirt up to her neck and held it there while he gazed at her tits.
"Pretty tits," he said.
"Roy, we can't!"
"Sure, we can."
She closed her eyes and groaned when he put his hands on her tits. His big hands closed over them, lifted them and rolled them around. No man besides Eric had ever touched her like this during all the years of her marriage. Roy's hands burned on her flesh. He held her tits in his hands and kissed her again, and she went wild under his mouth.
Then he broke the kiss and bent down to suck her nipples. Now she knew she was lost. There was no way to stop it now. A great trembling went through her as he pulled at her nipples with his lips and teeth. He even hurt her tits a little, and she was amazed when she realized she liked it. Before long, she helped him, holding her tits in her hands and lifting them to his mouth.
"Take the shirt off," he said. "Let me see them swing around."
She blushed and did what he wanted. She stripped the tee shirt off, pulled it over her head and moved her shoulders a little to make her tits bob and sway. "Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, that's nice. I like to see them moving. Gorgeous knockers, Ingrid. Really gorgeous!"
"Helen has more."
"Yours are just as nice."
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down. She knew what was about to happen and her mind was in a whirl. Oh, you want it, she thought. She told herself to stop being such a hypocrite. Sure, it was cheating and Eric would never forgive her, but she did want it. Roy was so forceful, so masculine, and the idea of sucking his cock excited her intensely.
When she was down on her knees in front of him, he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock and balls together.
It was the way she liked to see a man, the cock and balls hanging out at the same time, and she wondered how he knew that.
He had a lovely prick, thick and strong-looking, with a fat knob darker in color than the rest of it. His balls were big and hairy and as dark as his cockhead.
There was no need for her to tell him what to do. She stuck her tongue out and licked up the drop of clear juice hanging at his pisshole. Then she opened her lips wide and took his cock-knob and half the length of his meaty cockshaft inside her mouth.
He groaned and stroked her head with his hands. His cock immediately began to swell and lengthen in her mouth. She pulled back a bit and sucked just his cock-knob while her fingers tickled the underside of his cockshaft.
"Oh baby, that's nice! You know how, don't you?"
Yes, she did know how. Eric had taught her. And a few boys in college. She liked it. She found it exciting to have a warm cock in her mouth.
Roy started fucking her mouth now. He held her head in place with his hands and slowly fucked his thick prick in and out of the ring of her lips. He did it slowly and he avoided forcing too much of his cock inside. Her throat was at the wrong angle to take much of his knob, but she did feel his spongy cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat each time he pushed forward.
Finally, he pulled his prick out of her mouth and told her to get her jeans off. "You gave me a sweet suck, and now I'll return the favor."
Ingrid's hands trembled as she worked to get her jeans and panties off. Yes, she did want that. Her lips were still bruised from his thick cock, and now she wanted his mouth on her pussy.
He made her lie down on the sofa and then he went down on her. She pulled her knees back and held there while he licked her cunt slit. She felt his tongue on her clit and the inside of her cunthole. Then his tongue moved farther down and she moaned as he licked her asshole.
"Oh God, what are you doing?"
Roy laughed. "I'm licking your ass."
A shudder went through her as he did it again. It was so earthy, so animalistic.
Then he rose up and started getting his clothes off. He looked at her as he did it. His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and she couldn't help staring. The rest of his body was gradually revealed as he undressed and she looked at that, too. He had dark hair all over his chest and belly and around his cock and balls. She was used to Eric's blond body hair and Roy's body was something of a shock.
Roy gave her no time to dream. He was on her in a moment, pushing her legs up and draping them over his shoulders and then driving his big cock inside her cunt. She moaned as he fucked in. His thick prick felt marvelous in her fuck-channel. What she wanted now was to have him fuck her brains out.
He held her ass in his hands as he slowly pumped his prick in and out of her pussy.
"You're all blonde!" he gasped.
She craned her neck and looked down, her eyes on his wet cockshaft and the way it stretched her cuntlips apart. "Do you like blondes?"
He snickered at her. "I like pussy. I like them all colors and all sizes. You're a hot woman, Ingrid. I was worried you'd be uptight about fucking."
"Just fuck me and keep quiet."
She knew she was lost now. The pleasure was too strong and she would do whatever he wanted. She prayed Eric would never find out. She didn't want to think about that. The idea that Eric might find out was too unbearable.
Roy kept fucking her with a smooth pumping of his cock, his hands mauling her ass and sometimes one hand sliding up to squeeze one of her tits. She was thrilled by the way his balls slapped against her asshole. His balls hung lower than Eric's, and each thrust of his cock brought his hairy ball-bag smacking against her ass. ;
Then Roy suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and he told her they ought to try something else. "Why don't you sit on it awhile?"
"Oh, I'm never any good at that."
"Come on, I'll show you."
She was willing to try it. She rose up and Roy stretched out in her place. Then she climbed over him, straddled his body with her knees on either side of his waist. He helped her get his cock-knob in her cunthole, and then she sat down on him and swallowed his lusty prick with her fuck-channel.
"See how easy it is?"
"You feel bigger this way."
"You ought to do more of it with Eric."
"Oh God, don't talk about Eric."
Roy laughed. "Okay, I won't. Just lean forward and stuff one of your tits in my mouth, and I won't be able to talk."
She did that. She leaned over his face and dropped a tit into his open mouth. His hands were on her ass, clutching and squeezing her asscheeks. Then she felt his fingers rubbing around her cunthole where it was stretched by his cock. She kept moving, kept rocking her body and squirming a little so that his thick cock stretched her cunt-channel even more. She realized how nice it was to have some control over the fucking. She could choose the pace and the angle and get some friction on her clit. She decided Roy was right about doing it more with Eric.
Oh Jesus, leave Eric out of it, she thought. It seemed so crazy that here she was on her sofa fucking her pussy up and down on the cock of her husband's boss.
Roy seemed able to fuck forever. After a while, he made her get off him and he told her to kneel on the sofa with her head down. "I'll fuck you from behind. Don't tell me you don't do it this way, either."
No, this position she knew about. Eric was nearly always on top when he fucked her, but sometimes they did it this way. She liked it. It was very exciting for her to be bent over like a dog while a man put his cock to her from behind. She did what Roy wanted. She knelt on the sofa with her head down and her ass in the air. She knew he could see everything she had, and she found that exciting, too.
You're such a slut, she thought.
She blushed at how much she was enjoying everything. Then she felt Roy's hands on her ass and she quivered as she got ready for his, cock. She felt his fingers rubbing her cunt gash, and the next moment she felt his cock-knob pushing at her cunthole.
"Ready, baby?"
"Oh God, fuck me!"
He chuckled as he drove forward. He worked his prick-knob inside her cunt, and then when he had half his prick in, he lunged forward until his balls pushed against her cuntlips and clit.
She reached underneath and took hold of his heavy ball-bag. She rolled his balls with her fingers, pulled at the leathery sac and twisted it gently as he started fucking her.
She wondered about Helen. Did Helen know that Roy played around? She wondered what they were like when they fucked.
"Yeah, it's good," Roy said.
Ingrid groaned. "For me, too."
He fucked her steadily, his big cock sliding in and out of her cunt, his hands mauling her ass as he pounded her.
Then she felt him speeding up and soon he called out to her and warned her he was close.
"Oh yes, do it! Come in me now! Shoot it in my pussy!"
Roy grunted in response, his eyes on her winking little asshole as he shot off in her cunt.