Chapter 7
Janet ran to open the front door. She was expecting Bobby, and realized just before opening the door that it was strange he was coming in this way. Both boys were in the habit of entering through the kitchen door in back.
It wasn't Bobby. It was Tommy's father. He grinned at her. "Surprised?" She didn't know what to say. Or what to think. The first thought to enter her mind was that finally she had been found out. The man knew about her and his young son. "Can I come in?"
She silently ushered him into the house. He stared openly at her half-open blouse.
"You're quite a number, you know that?" She didn't like the way he was leering at her. She sensed trouble. Her heart pounded furiously.
"What do you want?"
"Aren't you surprised I found you?"
"Now that you mention it, yes."
He laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "I noticed you at the shopping mall the other day. I followed you home."
"Charming. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Come on, now. That's no way to act after that night in the hotel. Or have you forgotten about that?"
"No. But it's a wonder you haven't. You were so bombed you could hardly walk."
He laughed again. "But not bombed enough so I couldn't get it up. My wife should have a cunt as tight as yours."
Janet blushed. "You have a thing about tight cunts, I see."
He shrugged. "Can't help myself. I like a little variety. It's the spice of life, you know."
"So I hear," she said impatiently. "I don't think we have anything further to say to one another."
"I disagree."
Janet sighed. "What is it? Let's stop this nonsense."
"Okay. Mind if I sit down?"
"As long as it's not for long."
He sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside him invitingly.
"No, thanks. I'll stand."
"Well. I thought you might like to repeat our little performance." He reached out to stroke her thigh. She backed away.
Her eyes blazed. "Who do you think I am, a common whore?"
"What's the matter? Can't handle a man's cock?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why don't you just get the hell out of my house."
"Hey, settle down, sweetheart. I have a few important things to say. Mutually important things."
"So say them and get out."
"After you hear what I have to say you might not want me to leave so quickly." When she said nothing, he smiled. "Like I said," he continued, "I noticed you at the shopping mall and followed you home. I parked across the street and was getting up enough courage to ring your bell when guess who I saw suddenly disappearing into your backyard?"
Janet didn't have to guess. She turned pale and had to sit down before her legs gave way under her.
"My son, or rather my step-son Tommy. Now what the hell was he doing running into your backyard, looking like he didn't want to be seen?"
Janet didn't know what to say. Her mind froze solid.
"Suspicious, don't you think?" he asked, edging closer to her on the couch. He placed his hand on her thigh, causing her dress to ride up to reveal a portion of her white panties.
Janet didn't say anything. She looked dumbly down at his hand as it eased up her thigh.
"Don't I even get an explanation? Or should I provide one? How long have you been fucking Tommy?"
"How dare you inter-"
"Cut it out, lady. It won't work. I also noticed he returned to your place after dinner that day and the following day too. Both times slipping like a thief into your backyard. In a way I'm glad to hear it. I mean, the kid is so girlish-looking I was beginning to think he was turning into a little queer. At his age I was fucking girls left, right, and center. He doesn't even look at them."
Hatred for this man began welling up inside her, though she was relieved that he seemed pleased his son was showing interest in someone of the opposite sex. Still, that certainly didn't resolve the fact that she was screwing a boy young enough to be her own son. She visualized the police knocking at her door, handcuffing her and dragging her to jail.
And throwing away the key.
What did Tommy's step-father (so he was the boy's step-father, not his real father) want from her now? As if she didn't know.
"Are you blackmailing me?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"You might say that. You wouldn't want me going to the cops, now, would you? Personally I don't give a damn if you get off fucking young boys, or if my step-son is the kid you're fucking. I'm glad to hear it, in fact. Now maybe the kid will find a chick his own age. But if I was to say anything you'd be in a lot of hot water. Tommy is only eighteen."
He slipped his hand inside her panties and she felt his middle finger entering her pussy. God, she thought. What am I going to do? "If you tell the cops," she said, trying to keep calm, "there will be publicity. Think what that would do to Tommy. And your marriage. And on top of that I would have to admit what went on at the hotel. Your wife wouldn't be too happy about that."
She could see by the expression on his face that he hadn't given that side of the coin too much thought. He had only one thing on his mind. He began finger fucking her twat.
"Looks like we have something on each other. But you'd end up losing more than me. As far as the night in the hotel, it's your Word against mine. If my wife finds out You've been fucking her son she's not going to be too anxious to believe much of anything else you might have to say. Know what I mean? As far as Tommy's well-being is concerned, you should have thought of that before balling him."
"You don't give a damn about him, do you?"
He shrugged. "He's not my kid. Why should I?"
Janet was finding it hard to concentrate, what with the man's finger playing with her cunt. She didn't dare pull his hand away, not because she wanted it there but because she was frightened of the man. She didn't know what he'd do. For the moment she would play along with him.
"You like this, don't you, sweetheart?" he said, tweaking her clitoris. She gasped involuntarily, feeling the spasmodic pleasure sensations starting in her loins.
"What do you want from me?"
"Well, I don't see why we can't avoid an unpleasant situation. If you want to go on fucking my son, or any other kid in the neighborhood, it's okay with me. Whatever turns you on, baby, but I want a little piece of the action. Know what I mean?"
"You shit."
He laughed, pulling his hand out of her! panties. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his hard schlong. He pressed down on the back of Janet's head, forcing her mouth down on his tumescence.
My God, she thought, what if Bobby rings the bell? He should be here about now.
"That's the way, baby. Suck it nice and easy. Tastes good, doesn't it?" He eased back on the sofa and closed his eyes. Her head began bobbing up and down. There was nothing else she could do. She had to obey his wishes. And she had to think. Think what she was going to do. She wasn't about to give in to this vile man.
He came quickly, his pelvis thrusting upward to meet her downward suck motions. He gasped with delight, flinging his head back, his neck muscles bulging. He made a hissing noise between clenched teeth.
She wiped her mouth, feeling slightly sick to her stomach, and he said, "Nice. Very fucking nice. You give a good blow job, sweetheart. The first of many to come." He laughed at his own unintentional pun. "Now why don't we go upstairs and really get it on? I want to see if that beautiful cunt of yours is as tight as I remember it."
There was nothing Janet could do.
"I might as well introduce myself," he said, getting to her feet. He waited until Janet stood. "My name is Stan. Yours?"
Janet told him. He smiled. "Well, this Bounds like the start of a nice long relationship."
"Don't count on it," Janet whispered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Don't be a smart ass now, Janet. I don't want any trouble with you."
"Are you threatening me now as well?"
Stan didn't like the way she looked when he said that. Her eyes blazed and her face lightened dramatically.
He smiled, but it was a weak grin. He resized he could go only so far. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just think we should come to a mutual understanding. That's all."
"You expect this to go on indefinitely?" Janet asked, pulling her arm away from his grip.
"Until I get tired of you, yes."
"And what happens if Tommy should happen to hear about this?"
"Well, uh, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."
"And if it does, it'll be your word which won't be worth shit after your step-son informs your wife about us. Ever think of that, asshole?"
His fists bunched up at his sides. For a moment Janet thought he was going to hit her. She flinched, waiting for the blow. But it didn't come.
"Like I said," he said lamely. "We'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out."
"You must think I want to go through with this, Stan. I don't. I'll tell Tommy if you insist on continuing your ridiculous proposal. Maybe not today or tomorrow but one day soon you might be coming home to a little surprise."
"You fucking bitch."
Janet smiled defiantly. "I don't play chess, but I believe the word is checkmate."
"You'd still be up shit creek, lady, after it gets around town you've been fooling around with another man, a married man, so soon after your husband's death."
"That's if the story doesn't get around you tried to rape me."
"Shit." He rubbed his chin. "At least I can keep Tommy away. Just a private little talk with the dear boy and you won't ever see him again. I can promise you that."
"You're really determined, aren't you? Is your wife as bad as all that?" Let's just say I've got a little itch and it needs to be scratched. You gave me a taste of something I liked. Liked very much. I thought once would be enough. It usually is when I have another woman, but with you it's different. If I hadn't seen you at the mall it would have been a different story. I would have had to do without you. I resigned myself to that after you left the hotel. But now that I've found you I'm not going to let you go so easily."
"So we're back to square one, is that it?"
He shrugged. His smile was less assured now. "You want Tommy and I want you. It's not a bad price to have to pay. I'm practically pimping for my son."
"I'm sure you won't lose "any sleep over that."
"Depends on you. I could lose a lot of sleep if we can't come to some sort of ... arrangement."
"Do you do this often?" Janet asked. "I mean, with other women. Behind your wife's back."
"Yes. For years. And she's never suspected a thing. Hasn't hurt our marriage. They've always been one-shot deals."
"Until now."
"Until now."
After a pause, he said, "Well, what do you say? Do you want my step-son that badly?"
She did. She knew she did. She would do anything to keep Tommy. Above Bobby, above any other boy she might find. Maybe a! compromise, now that she had no choice in the matter, wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he'd settle for once a week. A weekend fuck. Then she could have Tommy all the other days, even after the summer vacation was over and he would have to start school again.
She looked hard at Stan and was pleased to see him look away from her. It'll be like fucking one of those inflatable dolls, she; thought. That's how animated I'll be in be with him.
"I guess I have no choice," she said slowly enunciating each word, as if they were being spit at the man.
"I could have told you that," he said quietly. He took her hand. "Upstairs?" he said, more of a command than a question.
She nodded, resigning herself to the situation. At least for now. Perhaps there was still a way out. But she would have to sit and ponder that possibility. The main thing now was to get rid of Stan as quickly as possible, and hope that Bobby won't show up now. Bow would she get rid of him without badly hurting his feelings?
She led him to her bedroom. She closed the door and started to undress.
"No. Let me," he said, unbuttoning her blouse.
She never felt so dirty before. Never had he been abused like this before.
Her blouse, and then her bra, fell soundlessly to the carpet. He held her tits, his thumbs working over her nipples. Now that he was sober, albeit excited and aroused, he didn't seem so impatient. He was taking his time, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he was.
She felt her nipples hardening. Her knees suddenly felt weak. She willed herself not to give in to him. She thought now that maybe she wanted to be taken advantage of this way. Maybe, secretly, deep down inside, this was the sort of thing that really turned her on.
Why, she wondered, am I feeling so aroused already, when I shouldn't be feeling any sort of emotion? Why? I have to fight it. Have to.
But her body was giving in. She was putty in the man's hands. She hated herself for it but at the same time there was no way to stop herself.
His lips pressed against hers and his tongue was inside her mouth, roaming over her teeth, her gums, the inside of her mouth. She leaned against him, giving in completely. What was the use?
"Baby," he moaned, his hand going inside her skirt, pulling down her panties, his fingers thrusting up into her cunt, finding it wet and wanting.
His other hand went around to hold her by the ass as he roughly finger fucked her until she climaxed, her body trembling from head to foot.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he said in her ear.
"No. Never. God ... God ... mmmmm."
"I know you like this, Janet baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want my cock deep inside your pussy. It's wet, baby. Your pussy is! all wet and ready for me. Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want it ... want it, baby ... go on ... tell me."
His voice drilled into her brain. She felt his tongue on her neck, her shoulders, her nipples, tugging at her pointed knobs, caressing them so sweetly. His fingers played with her clitoris, making it ring out like a church bell. Fuck sensations poured out of her cunt as quickly as her quim juices.
No, she thought. Don't tell him. Don't, don't!
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt his cock bulging outward, hard and thick and ready for her twat. She squeezed his cock, then pulled down his zipper. She caressed him.
"Tell me...." he whispered insistently.
"Yes," she moaned, his fingers dancing inside her. "I want you to fuck me. Now, Stan. Now!"
"Again, baby. I want to hear you say it again."
"Stan ... please ... fuck me ... stick that big piece of meat deep inside me. Fuck me, baby. Ohhhh Jesus, fuck me!"
He practically ripped off her dress and panties and quickly undressed. She lay back on the bed, fingering her clitoris, wanting the pleasure she had just been experiencing to continue. She felt her pulse quicken when his short, thick cock came into view.
He got on his knees between her spread thighs and pulled her up toward him by cupping under both asscheeks and tugging her. She gasped as he quickly penetrated her to the hilt, thrusting into her until she thought she would pass out.
She remembered the first time with her young cousin. How he slammed into her, the wild look on his face....
She thrust back at him, reveling in the fuck sensations now pulsating like crazy through her hot pussy.
"Stan" ... oh baby ... baby!" she groaned, wincing each time he rammed into her, his balls slapping a rhythmic tattoo against her pelvis.
God damn it, I am enjoying this! she thought. Damn him. Damn him to hell! Jesus it's good. Like those first times with Tommy, when sex was completely new to him and he fucked me with all his strength. Like father, like son....
It seemed like hours. He kept slamming into her, over and over again, and she kept climaxing, over and over again. She wondered if it would ever stop! The pleasure was intense. More than intense. Cosmic!
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and rode on to orgasms almost too good to believe. So close to how it had been with her cousin the first time ... and with Tommy....
He grunted with each cock thrust. They were both sweating like pigs, their bodies gyrating in unison.
Finally he came, his fingers digging into her buttocks as he threw his head back. He howled like an animal, calling out Janet's name.
He pulled out of her once he had finished filling her fuck channel with his hot seed and rolled her over on her stomach.
"I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, baby," he panted. "And you're going to love every fucking minute of it!"
He spread her asscheeks, his cock dripping her cunt juices, and she held her breath as he entered her asshole, his cock slipping effortlessly up her slit chamber. It was sheer pleasure! He leaned over her back and grabbed under her, taking a tit in each hand.
"Fuck me!" she cried ecstatically, her butt wriggling as he went in and out of her rectal opening, which now oozed her natural ass secretions. "Fuck me!"
He gave her every firm inch of his tool. It hadn't turned the least bit soft after he finished cumming inside her pussy. Janet wondered how long it would stay hard, and how much more he would want from her now.
"God," he groaned with every thrust.
His hands left her boobs and both of them combed through her pubic hairs as he continued slamming into her.
He pried open her flapping cunt lips with thumb and forefinger of one hand, while inserting several fingers into her cunt opening with the other. She could feel the fuck sensations renewing themselves inside her dripping vagina, while at the same time those burgeoning in her asshole intensified and merged with those in her loins.
"Good," she muttered. "So good ... mmmmm!"
She climaxed, the tightness in her ass adding to the ecstatic sensations. Her head began to reel. The room spun.
"More!" she cried. "More! Ahhh!"
And he gave her more. So much more that she climaxed again, and again. Like machine-gun fire.
He pulled out of her ass and slammed his cock into her pussy, slicing through her innermost cunt flesh. Janet was in seventh heaven. The pleasure sensations just kept on building and building, becoming more in tense and satisfying with every thrust of his thick, stubby penis.
"Baby, you feel so fucking good," he moaned, his weight pressing down on her back. "So beautifully tight and hot. My wife's cunt should be this tight...."
Then he came, grunting like an animal in heat, his ass squirming as it continued bearing down on Janet. He lifted himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock now limp and wet with her juices.
"How is it with Tommy?" he asked.
"You mean is your step-son a better fuck than you are?"
He laughed mirthlessly. "If he is, he's pretty good. Christ, he's just a boy. A fucking kid...."
"He might be a boy but he learns fast. And he's hung like a bull."
She was surprised to see him blush. There was silence after that. He started to get dressed.
"When can I look forward to the pleasure of your company again?" she asked sarcastically.
"Maybe I'll surprise you."
"I don't like surprises." He shrugged.
"Stan, I just said I don't like surprises.
Let's say next weekend. I'm busy during the week."
"Yeah. I can imagine. I'm at the office so it will have to be next weekend. Meanwhile, don't let my step-son's big cock tire you out too much."
"He can never tire me out."
"You're a lucky woman."
"And you're a very strange man."
"We all have our hang-ups. Some people would think you're a very strange woman. But I suppose that's beside the point. Just keep Saturday and Sunday free."
"Won't your wife be a little suspicious?"
"I'll think of something. It'll only be for a few hours. I can't very well sleep over, can I?"
"Thank God for that."
He laughed his dry laugh. "Given time, I think you could really learn to hate me."
She couldn't help smiling. "I wouldn't need too much time."
"Will you at least show me to the door?"
"Gladly."
When he left she leaned back against the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Bobby hasn't shown up, she thought. Who would have thought my sex life could get this complicated!
She wondered whether deep down inside she was actually beginning to like Tommy's step-father. How perverted can you get? she mused.