Chapter 7
Laural called her mother about half past six and asked her how she was feeling. She wanted to find out if she was coming over that night and if she wasn't she was going to have Rodney over for some love fucking. Her mother said she was tired and wanted to do some writing and Laural was pleased. She hung up the phone and turned her naked body towards Rodney.
"Mama is tired tonight, said she was going to do some writing."
"Well, we did have quite a session last night."
"Did you fuck mama in the ass?"
"You know how your mother feels about that."
"Yeah, prudish, I wonder why?"
"Everyone has their thing."
"And my thing is your thing," said Laural, walking naked in her seventeen-year-old flesh, over to Rodney and standing in front of him.
"Would you like me to suck your cock."
"If you care to."
"How about a rimmer."
"A rimmer?"
"Yeah, that's when I lick your butt clean."
"No thanks."
"Well, how about you fucking me in the ass."
"You think you're ready for that."
"I tried it with a dildo and I loved it."
"You did huh? Well, my cock is no dildo."
"That's for sure," said Laural bending down, pulling out Rodney's cock and putting kisses all over it. Rodney spreads his thighs a little so that the young nymph can go to work.
"Boy what a fucking piece of meat, I ain't never seen nothing like it. It's perfect."
"Thank you," said Rodney in his perfect charm.
Laural kept sucking on the edge of his cock nibbling on the helmet. She could barely get half of it in her mouth.
"Can mother take it all in?"
"Yes. She is very adroit."
"Adroit?"
"Yes. She has a big mouth."
Laural starts laughing and trys to suck more of the cock in but finds it hard. Rodney pushes it up and makes her cough a little, just to be cruel.
"Listen Rodney don't get funny. I could tell mother and break your little scam."
Rodney grabs Laural by the hair and screams at her. "Listen you little bitch if you say one word to her I'll kick your fucking brains out!"
"Let go! You're hurting me!"
Rodney lets go of Laural's arm and hair and throws her from him. She looks up at him in bewilderment. The sight of her on the floor turns Rodney on. For a girl of seventeen her .tits and pussy are that of a twenty-five-year-old. He stands up, cock erect, and looks at her.
"Roll over and put your knees and hands on the floor."
She does as she is told.
"O.K. now pull your ass back and get ready."
Rodney goes into the bathroom and takes his clothes off and searches out a bottle of vaseline. He rubs some on the end of his cock and takes the other with him. Laural is spreading her ass for him and it is an inviting sight.
"O.K. little girl, here's your treat."
Rodney bends down behind her supple ass and with his right hand spreads some vaseline around her butthole. He then takes the head of his cock and rams it in her. She manages a loud moan but before she can scream he has it to the depth where the pleasure is more powerful then the pain.
"O Christ! Rodney I...."
"Shutup."
Laural bows her head as Rodney inches his cock further into her rectum. She moans and moans like a lost girl looking for her father or a friendly dog. He settles it in her and holds the sides of her delicious ass. He watches the head and about two inches go in her ass and her whimpering makes him more determined to fuck her brains out.
"O Rodney, go slow, it hurts."
Rodney slides it deeper. Laural's long blonde hair is hanging on the floor, her elbows and hands spread wide apart as her ass gets seared by the fuck machine.
"Little girl you're supposed to like it."
"I do, I do."
"Then quit complaining and move that pert young fucker you got."
Laural starts to rotate her ass around the thick pole of Rodney's, with every movement his cock goes deeper and deeper. Her neck and face on the floor, she drools from the side of her mouth.
"Goddamn it, O god it feels good."
Rodney starts his pumping now and her ass is responding with delicious fast timed movements. She would outdo her mother some day. Rodney drives his cock into her savagely and opens her ass wide and deep, she is coming now, her pussy juice dripping down her leg.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Rodney keeps banging savagely the full seven inch cock reeking havoc on the fearless young cunt. His cock is blasting into her and he grabs her waist tight as he feels himself about to come.
"Come, Rodney, come in me."
Rodney loses control and sends his jism deep in her young asshole. She moans and moans like a lost child as he keeps shooting his endless load of hot mortar deep in her asshole. Her ass is aflame as her body is ravaged by the heavy stroking and troubled thrusting of Rodney's cock.
Neither one of them notice that the door has opened and that the Lady Caroline is about to enter the room. Rodney fearlessly fucks her and fucks her until her body is limp before him. He is about to pull out when he feels a heavy pain in the back of his head. He falls bleeding to the floor.
The Lady Caroline is on top of him and is beating him unmercifully with a large plaque-like statuette. The blows are hitting him in the arms and he kicks out and knocks her down. She falls to the floor and Rodney stands up. She is screaming incoherently and Laural is still dazed from the fuck on the floor.
"You fucking asshole bitch," he screams at her. "You could have killed me with that thing. It's just your daughter getting a good fuck, you lunatic!"
The Lady Caroline gets up with fire in her eyes. She tries to get Rodney with a kick to the groin but he easily avoids it, throwing her off balance so she lands next to Laural on the floor. Instead of trying to get at Rodney she attempts to sooth her daughter.
"O Laural are you alright? That vile, vile, man."
"You're a fucking asshole," says Rodney pulling on his pants and walking out the door.
"I'll have you castrated, you pig! You lousy Pig "Ask your daughter who's the pig, mama." Lady Caroline looks at Rodney with disbelief;
"What are you saying?"
"Just ask your little nymph of a daughter."
"Laural, Laural what is he talking about."
"O shut up mother, I just had one of the best fucks in my life."
Lady Caroline slaps her daughter hard on the face. "You little tramp! You lousy little tramp, what have I raised."
"Another like yourself, but better," says Rodney walking out the door.
"Oh God! Mother was that good."
"Laural you don't know what you're saying. That man, he raped you."
"Raped me shit, he fucked my ass off but good."
"Laural, what has happened to you? "
"Nothing, we been fucking for months now, only tonight he fucked me for the first time in the ass."
Lady Caroline went into shock. She started crying and sobbing incoherently. Finally Laural got up and helped her to the bed. When her mother was on the bed she went and got a glass of water. She had to walk with her legs wide apart for her ass still hadn't adjusted to seven inches inside her. When she got back her mother was still sobbing.
"Here, mother, drink this," said Laural, handing her a glass of water and a downer."
"What is it?"
"Just take it, it will calm your nerves."
Lady Caroline drank the water and took the Valium and tried to think. Her mind was all confused. She didn't know what to think or say. Laural recognized her confusion.
"Don't say two pieces of shit, me and Rodney have been balling for a long time mother, and tonight he did me in. Fucked me better than he has ever before."
Lady Caroline closed her eyes and envisioned her daughter being fucked in the ass. A terrified troubled sob came gurgling from her mouth for in her mind she saw her own father trying to persuade her to let him use her ass for his cock. That dreadful fear that she had somehow hidden had surfaced. Her father, whom she had hated, was the reason for her hatred of men and especially of anal fucking. She tried to scream the picture out of her head but it wouldn't go away.
The horror of his face, his red beard, his laughing eyes, his hard cock next to her soft lace dress his hand on her pussy telling her to bend over. She was his girl, his lovely lady. She could see his naked cock and the end almost entering her. She passed out.
When she woke up the doctor was there and she felt somewhat relaxed. Laural was standing there trying to comfort her with a consoling smile. The Lady Caroline regained her composure. She got up out of bed and asked the butler to take her home. She didn't look at Laural, but just walked out the door. Laural laughed to herself and called up a couple of friends to come over to watch the video-beam. She had a great story to tell them.
And again Lady Caroline dreamed.
It was clearer now. It was the man in the newspaper, ugly with his lower-class clothing and scowling angered face. But it was him. She knew him at once from her other dreams.
The Lady Caroline was at home, reading through correspondence when he appeared. She thought she was alone and she thought the security devices-installed at great cost-were enough to keep everyone out, including the most persistent of thieves.
But he had gotten around all of that and he stood in the doorway to her bedroom, a yellow scarf around his neck, an old leather windbreaker, torn and spotted, hugging his barrel chest and powerful thick arms. "You're lookin' good," he whispered, flicking the knife towards the bed. She stood up from her chair and pushed at the desk in her nervousness, upsetting its contents. "Stay away-you hear? Stay away!" Her command was usually instantly obeyed by cringing wageslaves, but not now. While thousands of social climbing shitheads would have emptied her bedpot on their chests if she ordered it, here was one man who didn't care who she was-he wanted nothing but to fuck her hard in the asshole, fuck her till the blood of her rectum stained the pubic hair between his legs a dull red, fuck her in the asshole until she was nothing but a whimpering, suffering weak-knead cunt with no will or desire left. She edged towards the other bedroom door and he laughed at her. "Try it and I'll cut your tits off," he said, and her hands crept up to protect her chest.
There was a pistol in the drawer of the desk but she knew if she failed he would kill her-but she had no choice because he was already stepping out of his pants, his angry red-capped cock, long and thick, dancing before her eyes.
She lunged for the desk drawer but he was quick and he crossed the room and hit her on the temple with the handle of the knife. As she lay on the floor he cut away her clothing with the razor-sharp blade and, laughing, forced his stinking pole between her lips and laid the knife blade across her throat. "Suck it up," he whispered. "Suck it and maybe I won't have to fuck that sweet ass of yours but you got to suck it good and make me like you, lady, or you know what will happen."
Lady Caroline grabbed his cock by the root and closed her eyes as she sucked as she never sucked before, lapping and licking and swallowing greasy droplets, choking in fear as he laughed and patted her head, until finally he withdrew from her mouth and turned her over. "Pretty good but not good enough, Lady," and she knew now it was lost.
He pushed hard and she felt the saliva-laden member slide easily into her asshole, and while the saliva helped it was still too big to be pleasureful. She tried to crawl away but the blade was still at her throat as she felt him pour all of it into her, all seven inches or so, and the pain and the humiliation were too much and she tried to throw her head downwards and slit her throat on his knife but he laughed again and moved the blade and she only managed to cut her face. The blood stained the carpet underneath her and she watched the red puddle grow and inch away from her in all directions as his balls banged against her buttocks and the first jets of come shot deep into her and the first few curds of her vomit landed right in the middle of the puddle of blood on the floor in front of her face.
And she awoke.