Chapter 4
"Terry! You must be crazy coming here!" the pretty fourteen-year-old gasped in astonishment as she opened the front door. Her hair was pulled into two pigtails and she was wearing one of her father's old white shirts and her favorite jeans. She looked around apprehensively as if she expected her father to leap from behind a doorway.
"Oh, I don't think so," he grinned cockily, leaning against the doorway. "We drove by a few times to be sure both cars were gone."
Jessica wrinkled her nose. "We? But...."
"Oh, just my buddies," said the lanky teenager, motioning with his hand. "Come on, guys, it's all clear."
Jessica stepped aside in surprise as a couple of boys she had never seen bolted into the house. They looked about Terry's age, maybe a little older. But they had none of the warmth she liked about her boyfriend-these two were scary, with squinting eyes like they were "high" on something.
"Jessica, meet David ... and Greg." They both nodded, but something about them made the young girl uncomfortable. Even if they were friends of Terry's, she had the oddest feeling that they were undressing her with their eyes ... stripping her lithe young body bare with their cold, cruel stares!
"Uh, Daddy's out of town, Terry," she said to get her mind off his friends. "He's not coming back for a couple of days."
"How about the ol' lady? Is she out hitting the bars again?"
"Oh, Terry!" she pouted. "You're as bad as my father. No, she's with some friends ... women friends. They have this club that meets once in a while, some kind of ladies' guild or something."
"Yeah ... and I'll bet I know when it meets," he laughed. "Whenever your daddy's away, right?" The other boys guffawed hilariously.
"Terry, that isn't funny," the lithe young beauty fumed. "And I don't think you and your friends should stay."
"Why not, baby?" the teenager glared, his anger quick to rise. "You said yourself there's nobody home but you. We came for a little ... uh, party." He patted her on the pert swell of her ass as the others watched.
Jessica brushed his hand away. "I don't think so, Terry. I'm not sure I feel like a party."
David stepped closer. He was bigger than Terry and wearing jeans and a denim jacket. "Aw, little lady ... Terry told us what a fine mama you are," he grinned, reaching for her as she backed away.
"Yeah, doll," the other boy added. "We figured you'd be up for a party. You know ... three for the price of one!"
Jessica felt her cheeks turn crimson. "Well, I don't care what Terry told you ... I'm not that kind of girl! Now, you'd better just all leave ... right now!" She had her hands on her hips, her voice shrill in anger and her lips pouted with determination.
Terry tried to calm her. "Listen, honey, it's not like you think, but...."
"But nothing, Terry Sumner!" she shot back furiously. "Just get out ... you and your friends! Get out!" Terry moved toward her, a crooked smile on his lips, and Jessica swung at him in indignation, her temper raging. He caught her wrist in mid-swing and twisted it downward and back.
"You shouldn't have tried that, bitch!" he spat venomously at the sobbing teenager as she grimaced in pain.
"Awwww! You're hurting my arm, Terry ... p-please!" She tried to pull away, but she felt the other boys suddenly grab for her ... all three of them had their hands on her!
"Let's get her clothes off!" Davie grinned, his breath reeking of booze.
"That's a damn fine idea," Terry said nastily. "Hold her ... I'll strip her down!"
"Nooo! God, no! T-Terry ... please ... what's happened to you?" she cried, struggling to escape from the other two boys who held her arms tightly.
"Shut up, bitch ... let's see that fine little bod of yours. Davie and Greg want to see it, don't you, guys?"
"Damn right ... get her naked!" Greg said excitedly. She struggled against them as Terry unbuttoned the shirt she wore. There was nothing under it but her lithe, firm-breasted nakedness and when he had the buttons undone, he pulled the halves apart and gave his pals a good look.
"Mmmmm, boy ... just right!" David exclaimed. He leaned over and licked the tip of her small nipple, flicking his tongue over it as the other boys laughed.
"Awwww, p-please ... don't! Oh dear God, don't!"
On the other side of town, across the river bridge and close by the expressway, the lights were still on in room 105 of the Starlight Motel. The curtains were drawn, though, and the chain secured on the dingy wood door. Marie Lake was sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping absently at a plastic cup filled with whiskey and a couple of cubes of ice. The door to the bathroom was shut, but from inside she could hear the hose-like spray of a man pissing ... emptying his bladder of beer.
The bathroom door finally opened with a rasping groan and a short, pot-bellied man stumbled out, clutching the doorway for support. He was about forty-five--maybe fifty, and he obviously had not shaved since at least yesterday. He told her earlier that was when he started drinking, and Marie had no reason to doubt that he had been going ever since.
"Hey, honey ... did you think I fell in?" he chortled drunkenly.
The blonde housewife managed a smile, clutching her drink with both hands. She was wearing a skirt with no stockings and it was pushed up above her knees. Her blouse bulged with the obvious fullness of her large, soft breasts.
"No, baby ... I knew you'd be back. They always come back to mama," she slurred drunkenly. She had no idea who this man was, just some out-of-towner she had met at the bar. That was Marie's sole requirement-that they be from out of town. She knew she must never let Dan or Jessica find out about this weakness of hers. It was something she had learned to live with, but only by carefully nurturing this secret side of her life-a life of motel rooms and dirty, foul-smelling strangers. Because that was the way she wanted them. That was how she had to have them-grubby-nailed, greasy men, short or tall, skinny or fat.
He made his way around the bed to where she sat and clumsily reached for the hem of her skirt. She wiggled her full, fleshy bottom cheeks as he pushed her skirt up higher.
"Hey, baby ... you ain't even wearing no britches!" the older man chortled excitedly. He reached between the married woman's thighs and poked his fingers into the hair-rimmed cleft of her sex. It was already warm and wet and his fingers were damp and sticky when he pulled them out.
"I never do, honey," she purred, moistening her pink lips with a swipe of her tongue. She hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse. "And no bra, either ... you like 'em?"
He reached out unsurely for the full, fleshy mounds of her naked breasts. His fingers closed over the squishy warm flesh and he crushed them into his palms.
"Ohh, baby ... take it easy!" She grimaced in pain as she anxiously finished undressing, putting her clothes carefully aside. She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs, pushing against the insides with her hands.
"Come on, lover ... eat me first! I love it!" she mewled, wriggling on the motel mattress with expectant arousal. Her dewy pussy lips were puffy and distended, quivering with desire as she pulled them apart in unmistakable invitation.
The fiftyish man dropped to his knees and pressed his face into the moist, sizzling heat of her cunt. His tongue brushed the hairs of her pubic vee and she felt his tongue quickly dart into the wet, clinging flesh of her vagina.
"Oooohh, doll, that's nice! That's the way I like it ... yeahh!" She had her head back against the mattress, her hands rubbing sensuously over the ends of her large, full breasts as she moaned in tremorous passion.
He kissed her wetly, his lips pressed fully against the hair-rimmed lips of her cunt, and his tongue snaked thickly into the clasping dampness of the puckered love hole.
"Awww, don't keep me waiting," she whimpered. "Fuck me ... put it in me before I die!"
She heard the rustle of clothing and the metallic sound of a zipper opening and then the bed shook as he climbed onto it ... and straddled her nakedness, his knees on either side of her full, jiggling tits!
"First a little head, doll," he smirked down at her, drawing the thick, rubbery foreskin back from the knobbish head of his pecker. She saw it hazily, through the lust-dimmed slits of her moist eyes. Her mouth opened routinely and her tongue extended to lave the pungent rim of his cock-head.
"That's the way, doll-girl," the fiftyish man slurred. "Lick it good ... work that tongue around it."
She obediently licked and tongued him, her passions rising unbearably at the moist, fervent taste of his cock between her lips. He was dirty and unwashed, and his flesh reeked of sweat, but Marie sucked him voraciously ... it was what she wanted, what she had to have!
Finally, when he was tired of having his churlish cock sucked, he crawled back to the edge of the bed and coarsely doubled her knees backward, pressing her legs against the yielding softness of her large, full breasts.
"Mmmmmm ... nowww, darling!" the married woman cried in shameless adultery. "Noooww! Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"
He angled his prick up between her thighs and slipped it into the steaming dampness there. Her pussy-hairs tickled his cock as it dipped once, twice, three times, into the moist, hot liquid of her pussy. He worked frantically into a fast, punishing rhythm, but she was matching him thrust-for-thrust, grinding her naked hips up at him, devouring every inch of his prick in lustful abandonment.
"Unnghh! Yes, oh, yess ... shit, yesss, baby!"she bawled helplessly, tears dribbling from her fluttering eyelids. "Fuck meeeeee!"
Sooner than she would have liked, he began to grunt and wheeze and the naked housewife knew she would feel it beginning to empty inside her, filling her with yet another man's seething cum. How many had it been now? A dozen, two dozen ... she didn't care!
"Unnghhh, yess!" she choked as his cock throbbed and spurted deep in her belly. She clutched the fiftyish man tightly to her breasts, digging at his back with her nails as she pounded out her frustrations and desires in a staccato rhythm of frenzied passion! "Goddd, yesss!"