Chapter 4

She could feel him thrusting into her, again and again.

His cock felt as thick as a telephone pole. The tip of it pressed against her backbone. She wanted to cry out, to tell him it was too much, she couldn't take any more, but something was wrong. He couldn't hear her. Or he was blatantly ignoring her. She couldn't be sure which.

The bed seemed to hover above the earth. She was finding it difficult to breathe. And still he kept slamming his fuck rod into her. God, I wish he'd stop! a voice in her head said. But another voice urged him on.

She couldn't remember his name. She wanted to call out to him, but she couldn't remember his name. She had to stop him. She cried out, in pain and in ecstasy. The two sensations were hard to tell apart now.

God, she thought, he's so big inside me, so fucking big! Won't he ever stop ramming it between my legs? God ... God ... God....

She woke up, her body bathed in sweat.

At first she couldn't recall where she was. Then she remembered. Tommy's parents were due at the hotel in a few hours, just before lunch. The boy was sleeping in his own room though he had spent most of the night in Janet's room.

She recalled their previous afternoon together. A full day all to themselves. The picnic. Fucking on the blanket, out in the open field, as if they were the only two people on earth.

Now things would be different. They would have his parents to contend with. They would have to be much more careful.

Janet decided to leave the following morning. The boy would be returning home a few days after that. She didn't know how she would pass the time before she would see him again. The big house to herself. Waiting. But that would be all she could do. Wait.

Then he would be hers every day!

She wondered what his parents looked like.

It was another bright, sunny morning. She stretched languidly and took a shower. She had breakfast brought up and served on the balcony. Already she missed him. He was only a few doors down from her but she didn't dare go to him.

We might as well both get used to it, she thought. And, after all, it's only for a few days. It'll make our little reunion all the more exciting. God, and to think he only lives down the block from me. Small world, indeed!

She finished her breakfast and gazed out at the garden. Several guests were taking a leisurely stroll. She wished Tommy were with her. She couldn't get him out of her thoughts. Scenes of their lovemaking went through her mind like a film. She could stop the reel of film. at will. Go over certain scenes again. As if in slow motion.

She felt the sun on her face and sighed.

She reached under her robe and combed her fingers through her pussy, which was wet from her lascivious thoughts. The urge to cum overwhelmed her. She craved the feel of the boy's pale skin. So soft ... white as marble....

Janet got up and went to lie down on her rumpled bed. She untied the cord holding her robe together and made herself comfortable. She spread her legs and placed her hand on her belly.

She imagined it was Tommy's hand, not her own, which was now making circular patterns on her belly. She felt her pulse quicken. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh as her hand went between her tits, over her tit mounds, down one thigh, then the other.

She teased herself, all the while fantasizing that the eighteen-year-old boy was lying naked beside her, leaning over her so their bodies-touched, his hot, eager breath fanning her face.

"Tommy," she moaned softly. "Ohh, Tommy ... so sweet and soft and innocent...."

She felt the pointedness of her nipples. She writhed, the cool sheets caressing her body, as she tweaked her sensitized knobs. Tingling feelings went up and down her spine.

"Tommy...."

Her hand reached down and combed through her wiry pubic hairs. She could feel her cunt lips twitching with anticipation. Little sparks were being ignited deep between her thighs.

She remembered herself as a little girl, masturbating as she was about to now, just after that summer with her cousin Michael.

She masturbated often after that, trying in vain to capture that exhilarating feeling which her first encounter with sex had brought her.

Tommy had brought her that particular sensation of keen pleasure. It had pierced her to her very core. His big cock, now so sure as he grew more certain of himself, could drive into her as only her excited cousin's prick had. That youthful abandon, that unerring search for pure sexual pleasure! Until Tommy, she had forgotten what it was to feel that.

She spread her cunt lips and slipped her middle finger into her creaming vagina.

"Tommy...."

Now two fingers were inside her. She imagined the boy's hot young lips were clinging to her erect nipples. They were on fire!

"Give it to me, sweetheart," she sighed, her eyelashes fluttering. "Every hard, fucking inch, baby. Drive that big boy cock all the way inside me. That's it ... ohh, is that ever it, my love! Harder ... all the way ... all ... the ... way...."

Several fingers simultaneously reamed over her burgeoned clit button. She felt the first vague stirrings in her groin. She sighed loudly.

"Oh my lord, I've never felt a cock that big before ... as thick as a tree trunk ... any man would be proud to be so well hung ... and to think ... to think that beautiful cock is on a beautiful eighteen-year-old boy! My own little fuckboy!"

She started finger fucking herself, her digits clawing deeper into her twat channel.

She broke out in a cold sweat, the bedsheets becoming twisted around her writhing body. The room began to spin in ever-widening circles. She imagined the boy was on top of her, his young, agile body working like a dynamo, sending his fuck pole as deep into her as it was possible to go, deeper than any man's cock had ever gone.

Yes! She could feel it now, getting closer and closer. Ever so close. She arched her back and whimpered, shutting her eyes tight and wrinkling up her face.

"Ohh Jesus!" she exhaled.

She came, her body twitching with delight. Her fingers slammed in and out of her, imitating the thick hardness of the youngster's impressive penis.

"Tommy ... TOMMY!"

She lay limp and temporarily drained of energy. She panted for breath.

That wasn't bad, she thought. Not bad at all.

Then she started again, her hands slowly circling over her flesh, her fingertips barely touching her body.

"That's it, Tommy. Inside me. Slow and easy. Nice and slow ... mmmm, I can feel it again ... like a power unleashing itself inside me ... trying to break out ... rip me in two. Here it cums ... so quickly? Ohhh Christ yes ... yes ... YES!"

She arched her back again, throwing her head back until her forehead was touching her pillow. Her neck muscles strained and she made strange guttural noises at the back of her throat. Waves of pleasure rode through her, pulling her down on the bed, spreading her legs, making her ass wriggle in ecstasy.

"Pleasure never was like this!" she said aloud. Then she moaned, her fingers and knuckles dripping her aromatic cum sauce.

She came twice again, until she finally just had to stop.

This is crazy, she thought. It's like I'm a junkie looking for a fix. I'm hooked on the boy's cock!

That night after dinner, while looking in her purse for the key to open her room, Janet noticed a man was staring at her down the hall. She couldn't quite make out who the man was at first because she was a little drunk. She had had too many drinks before, during, and after dinner. Now her vision was a bit blurred.

All through the meal, her table not far from where Tommy sat with his parents, she couldn't take her eyes off the boy. She had to look away several times to avoid meeting the boy's mother's eyes, or his father's sullen looks.

Tommy looked a lot like his mother. She was thin and quite beautiful, while his father was tall and had, Janet thought, a mean look in his eyes. A guarded look, as if he held many secrets and dared anyone to find them out.

She felt a shudder when she looked at him.

Now she realized he was the man looking so hard at her. Has he followed me up from the dining room? she wondered. Then he walked toward her. She saw he too was a little tipsy. Her hand shook as she inserted her key in the lock.

He was beside her. "Uh, excuse me," he said, slurring his words ever so slightly. He gave a short laugh. "I couldn't help but notice."

She looked up at him and blinked. "Notice? Notice what?"

"Down in the dining room just now. I saw the looks you were giving me."

"Giving you?"

He laughed again. "Don't fuck around, lady. I'm here, aren't I? Isn't that what you wanted?"

He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt his hard cock.

"Jesus! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He leered at her. "You tell me, sister. Let's stop playing hard to get. What's the point anyway?"

"If you'll please excuse me...."

He put his arm in front of her, holding her back from entering her room.

"Please," she said, her voice quivering in fear. She felt her heart pounding against her chest. She could feel the shape of-his hard-on against her fingers, as if imprinted for life. "Your wife ... your ... your son ... please!"

"If you don't tell them, I won't. They're both going to the lounge anyway. Won't miss me. Just you and me, sweetheart. Why don't we have us a little drink, eh?"

She wanted to laugh. He was so comical.

"What makes you think I was looking at you?" she asked.

"You mean you were looking at my son like that?" He smiled.

"No ... no of course not." She blushed.

"How come you look so embarrassed? You funny or something or what? You get your kicks out of fucking little boys? I'm beginning to think Tommy's a fag anyway. Eighteen and he doesn't like girls. What the fuck is that? Maybe he could use a cunt like you?" He laughed again.

Then, without warning, his hand went up Janet's dress and into her panties. She gasped as he shoved two fingers up her cunt. He practically had her up off the floor. He pressed her back against the door and pressed against her, his fingers going all the way up her cunt. She wanted to cry out. But at the same time the sheer viciousness of his action excited her.

"You like this, eh, bitch?" He leered at her. "You're wet as shit, lady. Let's you and I go inside."

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and pushed her inside. She knew she had more reason to be frightened of the man but she wasn't. She wanted to fuck him. He closed the door behind him and she kissed him, her tongue going into his mouth.

She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn't as big as Tommy's, not as long, but just as thick and hairy as hell. She squeezed his balls and he groaned. She tightly fisted his shaft as he reached under her dress again.

He maneuvered her over to the bed and pressed her down, then began undressing her. She pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, practically ripping off his shirt.

He pawed her tits, a smile on his face, and he spread her legs. He slammed into her, entering her to the hilt. She gasped, her legs automatically going around his waist. He reached under her ass and brought her closer to him. Her legs slid up around his neck.

"A nice tight cunt," he moaned, ramming into her until she wanted to cry out. She loved the way he thrust into her with such fierce excitement, as if his very life depended on it.

He huffed and panted on top of her, kneading her tit mounds like dough, all the while ripping through her innermost cunt depths with his prong.

"Harder," she insisted, biting his earlobe. "Fuck me harder ... ohhh, mother of God!"

She got what she asked for.

He was like a machine, his cock going in and out of her with blindingly rhythmic force.

They French-kissed. His breath stank of booze. His breathing was a hard pant. He would gasp with each fuck thrust. He slammed into her with a blinding fury, as if he was racing his approaching orgasm.

Janet's nails raked down the man's sweating back, leaving red welts in their wake. This seemed to anger him. He slammed into her harder. She felt her eyes filling with tears.

"GOD! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

But there was a wild grin on her face. She fucked back at him, thrusting her pelvis against his downward cock motion. His prick was like a shaft of solid steel, ramming through her, cutting her tender cunt flesh until the woman was climbing the walls with pleasure.

"Bitch," he moaned, getting closer and closer to his blissful moment of relief.

Janet came, her nails pausing to dig into his shoulders. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She threw her head back and clung to his body. Tears ran down her cheeks.

She began to sob hysterically, the pleasure increasing so much she thought she would go out of her mind.

Her body jerked spasmodically, as if she had just been plugged into a wall socket. Ohh God, she thought to herself, her mind reeling in ecstasy. God, oh God, oh God!

"Take this bitch," he groaned, corkscrewing his rod up into her.

Every time he thrust into her as hard as she thought he possibly could, his next cock penetration would be even stronger. She couldn't stop sobbing, not because of any pain, but because of the intensity of her pleasure. It was melting her flesh!

She felt herself losing consciousness. Wouldn't he ever cum? Now she knew where Tommy got his sexual endurance. She felt the man's cock thicken inside her like a balloon filling with air.

"Bitch ... fucking tight-cunted bitch woman," he cried, squeezing her tits in his hands, a maniacal expression on his face. It frightened Janet, yet it excited her as well. It was as if this was to be her last fuck.

She gasped, cumming again. And again. And again. Her fists pounded his chest. He had to stop. It was impossible he had stayed so hard inside her for so very long. It seemed as if hours and hours had passed.

"Please," she moaned, part of her wanting him to stop, part of her wanting him to continue his powerful assault upon her. "Jesus ... you're ... fucking ... ohhhhh! God, you're killing me!"

"You wanted it this way, didn't you?" he panted, sweat dripping onto her chest and breasts. "Bitches like you always want it like this. Didn't expect it to last so long, did you? I can go on for days, bitch. I'll rip you in half. You'll cum so many times you'll split right in fucking half!"

As he talked he continued ramming into her, deep penetrating thrusts which made her cum over and over again. She started to go limp.

Incredible, she thought. Incredible ... incredible ... incredible....

She climaxed, her entire body twitching. She couldn't utter a sound. She was completely enveloped in pure fuck sensations. She was bathed in a sea of relentless pleasure. The ecstasy was unbearable!

He let out a loud moan, as if someone had thrust a knife into his back, and she felt his cock exploding inside her.

She came again, crying helplessly.

They kissed. She sucked on his tongue, her lips moving over his face. She felt herself being shrunken and drawn into the eye of his penis. As if his cock was a giant vacuum cleaner.

His ejaculation was like thunder inside her. His moans and sighs and gasps and curses filled her ears. She heard nothing else. It was as if they were both in a sealed vacuum.

He pulled himself out of her and lay on his side, catching his breath.

Janet had been so overwhelmed by what she had just experienced she rolled on her side, took his cock, and slipped it between her hot lips. He automatically pressed the flat of his hand against the top of her head, urging her to take in every thick inch. His cock wasn't long, so there was no problem giving his entire shaft her eager attention.

Janet got the immediate impression he was expecting her to do this, to suck his cock as if this was the ultimate thanks she could give him. Nevertheless she sucked him with ever-increasing enthusiasm.

His ass humped up and down off the bed, driving his tool into the back of her throat. She could taste her own cream, as well as the muskiness of his thick semen. She much preferred the taste of Tommy's cock. It had the sweet flavor of youth. Fresh and spicy.

She thought of his prick as she sucked his father's dick. She cupped his hairy balls in her hand, wishing she had Tommy's smooth, plump testicles instead. She squeezed and kneaded his balls until he began writhing ecstatically on the bed.

"Go to it, baby," he gasped, his voice clearer than before. The booze sounded as if it was wearing off. Janet felt a little dizzy, but clear-headed. She knew exactly what she was doing. She only wished she was doing it to the man's eighteen-year-old son!

She couldn't help laughing to herself. The man had just provided her with enough rope to hang himself with. If she and Tommy were ever found out she could always threaten to go to his wife and reveal what he and she had been doing while he sneaked away after dinner that night in the hotel.

She squeezed his cock until he groaned. Then she scooped the droplets of pre-cum which were forming at his gaping cock slit and tasted his warm essence.

She wondered if he actually suspected she was fucking Tommy. Was what he had said outside her door just drunken words? Of course, he had to mistakenly believe her surreptitious glances were meant for him, not for the boy. Yet she still wondered, her pulse quickening.

If Tommy and I were ever caught together it would be no picnic for any of us, she mused. She wondered how this man lying beneath her would react. And his wife. What would her reactions be?

She felt his hand pressing firmly on top of her head.

"Suck harder, you tight-cunted bitch!" Charming, she thought. I bet Tommy is petrified of him. He seems like such a brooding beast. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be married to him!

"Ohh baby, that's good ... the second cum is always the best. Shit, that's fine ... so fucking fine!"

Her tongue crawled up, then slipped down, the underside of his shaft. It glistened with her saliva. She combed her fingers through his heavy bush of pubic hair, feeling his chest muscles tightening up.

Then he came, his cum wads filling her mouth. He nearly broke her jaw, he was slamming into her so hard.

"Baby...." His voice was a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure.

She swallowed his cum, feeling the sticky sauce slipping between the spaces of her teeth. When he was milked dry she let his cock slip slowly out of her mouth and slap back against his heaving belly.

"Jesus...." He sighed, covering his eyes with his arm. After a few moments he uncovered his eyes and glared up at her, his eyes still slightly unfocused. She hoped he wouldn't fall asleep on her bed.

"You'll keep your mouth shut about this," he said. His voice threatened.

"Of course," she said, smiling. "I wouldn't want to embarrass your wife and son."

"Very funny. My wife's a bitch and my son's gay. I should pay you to fuck him." She was surprised to see him smile. "Would you make a man out of him? You'd take care of him, wouldn't you? Give him a good fucking and sucking, eh?"

"Am I supposed to answer that?" Now it was her time to glare at him.

He got up and began to dress. Janet put on her robe.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," she said.

He smiled. It was a mean smile. "Doesn't matter, baby. This was a one-shot deal, anyway. More interesting that way. I enjoyed myself. Your cunt was nice and tight. Hope you're keeping it occupied."

"You're a hell of a nice guy, you know that?"

"Thanks for confirming my own suspicions, baby."

He finished dressing and walked to the door. "See you around," he said, opening the door. The room was very still after he shut the door behind him.