Chapter 9
After they had a couple more drinks, he said, "Now, let's just experiment-and let me do a few things I'd like to do with your body-okay?"
"Alright," she smiled, "What would you like to do!"
"Fuck your asshole, just like your husband did."
"All right," she smiled, "What position do you want me to get in?"
"Dog style, baby, dog style."
Marta got on all fours, feeling stimulated at the thought of him sliding his tool inside her. The drinks had made her forget the tube of lubrication she'd purchased to make sure he didn't hurt her as he drove it to her. She got off the bed and went to her purse on the floor, and picked out the tube.
"What are you doing? Get your ass back here," he objected.
"Just a minute, horny," she smiled, as she picked up the tube and came back to him. When he had squeezed some out on his hand he was ready. She got back on all fours, and he slid his slick penis between her ass-cheeks, but then it stopped.
"What do I do now?" he demanded.
"You shove it," she insisted.
Gripping her buttocks with his hands, he suddenly thrust hard, forcing the penis to slide in smoothly.
Once inside, he marveled at how tight and tremendous it felt to him.
"Ohhhhh-wow!" he panted, exhilarated by the feel of his hot penis encased in her hot, tight anus.
"You like that?" he asked, as he exuberantly rammed it to her. Feeling stimulated, and excited, she thrust back to meet his cockthrust.
"Ohhh, yen-it's beautiful-fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
His ruthless cockthrusts were irresistible to her, as she kept her buttocks churning to match his ramming action.
"Play with me," she begged him, "feel of my titties while you give me the shaft, baby!"
Bending over, Gregg drilled her while his hands clasped her soft breasts, pinching the erect nipples.
"Yes, yes, baby-faster! Faster!"
The passion was overpowering her as she let him thrust it up there. "Ohhhh, I love it-I love it!"
There was something animalistic in their position, and his vibrant passion ignited her own hot passions.
Now, she felt herself moistening between her legs, and she told him, "Play with it-pinch my tits with one hand, and finger my cunt with the other!"
Gregg liked the way she'd tell him right out what she wanted, and he slipped his fingers down to her juicy vagina.
"That's it-flick your finger faster on my love button, baby!"
With his penis sliding up her hot, twisting asshole, his fingers on one hand inserted in her vagina, while his other hand roughly grabbed at the breasts, she felt a triumphant sexual feeling sweep through her, and she gasped, "Ohhh yes-yes, Fuck me! Fuck me!"
With ruthless thrusts, Gregg rode her behind. Then, he became so stimulated, he kept drilling faster, and faster, soaring to climax.
"Yes, yes-that's it, keep your tail twisting! Like that! Ohhh, lover-fuck me! Fuck me, baby-ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh!" The hot anus gripped the penis, and this only increased his pleasure.
Rising up, he began slapping her buttocks as if he was riding a bucking bronco, "Fuck 'er baby, fuck her!" She missed his hand playing with her breasts, and didn't like him taking his fingers out of her vagina when she was so near climax, but apparently he obtained greater satisfaction from slapping her buttocks with the palm of his hands, as he thrust his hard, long tool up her, driving in to the hilt.
"Ohhhh-ahhhhhhh, now-baby, now," he stammered, as his testicles bounced on her behind, "Ahhhh! Juicy, baby, juicy-ahhhhh-ohhhhhh!"
The hot sperm splashed up her anus, as he shot his gun off inside her. "Ohhh, throw your ass in gear-fuck!" She thrust back, he drove it in!
She enjoyed the hot splash of sperm, and let him slide in back and forth in his own cum, which made it smooth sliding.
"Ohhh-this is easy riding, baby," he yelped, "Milk it!" Gripping his tool tighter in her anus, she managed to squeeze out the remainder of his cum-load. Then, he pulled it out so fast, she complained, "Slow down, fucker-that hurts like the devil when you yank the thing out so fast!"
"Sorry about that," he smiled, as he flipped over on his back.
Then, indefatigable Marta straddled him, pushing her vagina against his lips.
He let his tongue slide out, and he licked evenly along her slit, suddenly stiffening his tongue and plunging inside her there, as his hands instinctively went to grip her hips.
"Ohhhh-that's it-that's it," she panted, amazed at his tongue-job. But, her breasts yearned for his hands, pinching them, playing with them, exciting her.
"Reach up, lover," she asked anxiously, "Fuck me with your tongue-play with my titties with your hands!"
Gregg reached up, and gripped her breasts in his hands and began playing with them. This excited her no end, and her body bounced about excitedly on the bed.
"Ahhh-ohhhh!" she cried out as his hot, eager tongue lashed away at her clitoris. She twisted and turned, as the erotic thrills shot through her body. This boy was savagely sucking on her, treating her to scintillating sex, unlike anything her husband had ever done for her. She vowed she'd fight to make Gregg her son, so they could make love always. She couldn't help the magnetic pull she felt toward him. It was as if he was but a reflection of her erotic desires, and she could drink him in, lick him-love him, rejoicing in being but a reflection of his passionate propensities.
"Eat my pussy," she cried, as his tongue whipped around the hot walls of her juicy vagina. "Suck it, baby-suck it!" Indeed, he did suck, lick, tongue-jab her there, and when he went back to her clitoris, flicked his tongue faster, and faster.
Her body was glowing now, pink with blood surging through her, as the tongue licking produced stimulating excitement for her. His hands continued to grip, and grab her breasts. And, she urged him, "Baby, bite me-"
He bit her there, and she howled with vibrating pleasure, "Ahhh-ohhhhh-I can't stand it-I can't stand it," and she juiced in his mouth. Eagerly his hot tongue lapped up her juices, as his hands pinched the nipples.
"Ahhh-ohhhh, baby-baby!"
The young stud's tongue flipped around inside her hot hole with such amazing skill, she felt a sudden urge to run away with him. She imagined how wonderful it would be to come to life in the morning, licking him-loving him.
When he finished eating, he pulled his tongue out, and looked up at her, letting his hands fall.
"Thanks," she said softly, and then she let herself slide down his naked body, and burying her knees in the bed, she brushed her breasts across his chest, pressing her lips on his mouth, as she kissed him.
Gregg pressed back. She pulled off him, and went to take another drink.
"Do you think you should have another one?" Gregg asked seriously. She looked at him, sipping her drink and shrugging.
"You don't want your husband to smell it on your breath," he explained.
"I guess you're right," she nodded, "He'd boil me in oil if he knew."
"He's never going to know," she said, glancing in the mirror strangely. Gregg hoped she wasn't flipping-out.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned.
Turning, she smiled, "Sure I'm okay-what makes you ask?"
"You just had a funny look on your face-that's all," he smiled lop-sidely.
"I often do," she declared.
Gregg got up off the bed and went into the shower. As she saw him through the clear glass shower door, she wanted to wash every part of his body in the worst way-just to feel him, to slip her fingers between the crack in his behind, to touch his testicles, and run her hand along the length of his penis.
"Come in-the water's fine," Gregg smiled as he saw her standing there naked with a drink in her hand.
As she strode toward the shower door, still holding the drink, he suggested, "Put the drink down before you get in-okay?"
"Sure, baby-anytime," she slurred, and then unsteadily she stepped in the shower.
"I want to soap you down, son," she stammered, "Where's the so-the soap?"
"Here, Mom," he smiled, playfully handing her the soap. She used it, soaping first his back, letting the soap slide in the crack in his behind. Then, he wiggled.
"Quit goosing me with that bar of soap," he laughed.
"How does it feel?"
"Slippery, you fucker," he laughed.
Then, she said, "Turn around-"
"If you get that fuckin' soap out of my ass, I will-" She slid the soap out, and he turned around pointing his huge penis at her. She looked down at the bursting head of it, and marveled, "You are really hung!"
"Clean my prick off," he smiled, as she took the soap in one hand, the penis in the other and began washing it off.
"Oh, that feels good," he smiled.
"Does this?" she asked, reaching down and tickling his testicles.
"Bet your ass it does!"
And then, she said, "Wash me-"
Reaching for the soap, Gregg then proceeded to wash her breasts off, soaping them, creating a foamy lather, and then he let the soap slide down to her vagina, and built up a foam there too.
"The big three," he smiled.
"What are you talking about?"
Holding the soap in his hand, he smiled, as he pointed, "Tit, tit," and then he moved down, and pointed, "Twat! The big three-tit-tit-and twat!"
"You're dirty-"
"No I'm clean-you just washed me."
"But I didn't wash your mouth out, that's why you use dirty words."
They both had a good laugh on that one, and then Gregg turned the shower off.
"Dry me off," she insisted, holding her arms up while Gregg was using the towel on himself.
"Let me finish-"
"No, now," she insisted.
"You're drunk as a skunk," he laughed, drying her off. "I need some black coffee," she told him.
"All right, we'll stop for coffee-but if we get back too late Daddy will get suspicious."
"That's true," she slurred. Finally, they got dressed and she drove so poorly Gregg said, "Want me to drive?"
"You don't have a license," she said, "I can make it." Pulling into a coffee house a few blocks later, she drank two cups of black coffee, and then felt somewhat more sober.
"What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock," Gregg told her quickly.
"Good-it could be later," she smiled, "I could have fucked all night-just like the song."
"The song?"
"Yeah-they're playing it when I get turned on with you-don't you hear it? I could have fucked all night, I could have fucked all night-" Using the tune of another song and substituting the one word 'fucked', she was having fun-but Gregg was worried the game would be up if Lee ever suspected, and tonight it was looking suspicious.
When they pulled up in the driveway, Lee came out of the house, calling, "Where have you been? I've called everybody-and nobody knew where in hell you've gone to?"
"We went for a drive-that's all-" she countered quickly, trying to remain calm.
Gregg knew better-he knew that her casual act would never be enough for Lee. So, he invented quickly, and cut in, "She drove me down to see where I used to live in Marshall-"
"You went that far?"
Realizing what a mess they'd be in, if they didn't stick together, Marta quickly joined in the lie, "Yes-he wanted so much to see where he enjoyed his childhood."
"I didn't enjoy it," Gregg said flatly. Just then Earl came out, and looked at them both standing there, trying to answer to the disturbing questions his father was raising.
"Let's go in the house," Earl suggested, "We don't have to tell all the neighbors-do we?"
"No, no, we don't son," Marta smiled, "How are you, luv?" Earl didn't answer. There was something funny he couldn't put his finger on about his mother, and this new boy. Once inside, Marta found Gregg taking over for her, "I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble-maybe I'd better just cut out."
"No-don't go," Marta shrieked, and this forced Lee to bristle, and ask, "Honey-why are you overreacting to everything tonight."
"I'll tell you Why," Gregg answered for her, "I told her about my rotten Dad-and my awful life I lived when I was a kid in Marshall-how my Dad went to jail, and how Mom killed herself. I'm sorry I ever went back."
"I am too," Lee said sullenly.
Then, Gregg looked away from Earl, Lee and Marta and said softly, "You know I just don't fit here! I can see you got uptight when we weren't back when you thought we'd be. You got uptight-not just because she was out late-but out with me!"
"That's not the truth," Lee said, "I'd worry about her if she didn't get home-no matter who she went out with!"
"I wish you'd forget me," Gregg said, looking directly at Marta, "Forget that I ever lived!"
"I can't," she said softly. And her husband knew she couldn't, for some strange reason.