F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

He turned to her, noting that she had made no move to undress. "Get naked, bitch!" he ordered.

"N-Not here…" she murmured. "M-My d-daughter…"

"To hell with the brat! I'm going to fuck you right here… in your own husband's bed!" He advanced upon her, his eyes twin spots of pure lust. "So… let's get your God-damned clothes off!" A hand darted out, grasping the front of her blouse and ripping downward, buttons and material giving way under his brutal onslaught.

Dismayed, she looked down at her ruined garment, tears welling into her eyes. "All right," she said, resignedly, "but, please… don't ruin anything else for me…" She began to undress, almost mechanically, her feeling of unreality strong in her, sure that she was dreaming this scene and hoping that it would go away. She felt completely trapped. There was no way, now, she could avoid going through with the sex act with this man. He dominated her at every turn.

She glanced up at him. He was undressing, too, and already he was down to his shorts, socks and undershirt. The obscene bulge of his erection beat against the cloth of his shorts. She looked away. Dear God!

He dropped his shorts and peeled them from him, his short, thick penis was freed, and she glanced back to see that it jutted out from his hairy loins almost horizontally. Both his hands reached down to grasp and heft his genitalia, lifting testicles and hardened rod together as he fondled and massaged it. Then, he took hold of the thickened flesh and skinned back the foreskin, the smooth, red, bulbous cock-head sliding forth like some primeval, reptilian monster.

"I was a little too drunk to really enjoy our little party the other night," he said. "Tonight's going to be different… I've got some plans for you!"

Dottie ignored him. She continued to undress at the slow pace she had set for herself.

The salesman was impatient. He came to her, unhooked her bra, removed it and flung it across the room, his hands moving, greedily, to the soft, full, female mounds, to fondle and squeeze. Pushing her back on the bed, he undid her garter belt and stripped it and her stockings from her to follow in the same general direction of her bra. Now, only her panties remained. They came off over the swell of her thighs in one swift movement. She was completely naked. His eyes feasted on the loveliness of her, concentrating on the dark, reddish hair of her pubic triangle, the curving contours of her hips, tapering thighs and the reverse, smoothly blending calves, delicate ankles and long, narrow feet.

Damn! She's a luscious piece! She must be 36, maybe 37 years old… but she looks like a young bitch of 25 or 26!

She shifted her body on the bed until she was lying straight; positioning herself in the middle of it she deliberately spread her legs wide and said, "O.K., if y-you want t-to f-fuck… let's fuck!"

"Oh, no, you don't!" he fumed. "That's what my wife does… just lays there, waiting for me to cum, so she can roll over and go to sleep! She's got about as much life as a frozen piece of liver… and I get just about that much out of it! Christ! It'd be more fun to jerk it off!"

He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her around toward him, to the side of the bed, until her soft, rounded buttocks were resting on the edge of the bed, her long, tapering legs dangling down to the rug on the floor. As he positioned her, he went on, "She never lets me suck her cunt… or lick her little clit… and she refuses to suck my cock! Shit! She wouldn't even say fuck… until I made her say it!"

"Why tell m-me your wife's problems…?"

"Because… Tonight… I'm going to do anything I want to!" he leered. "All the things I've ever wanted to do to her!"

Kneeling down in front of her, he reached out and separated her perfectly sculpted thighs and brought his face down to her warm, softly pulsating female slit. He inhaled deeply of her clean femininity, as his mouth searched for and found the soft, coral furrow that was hidden by the curling strands of her pubic hair. He pushed his tongue into the smooth-fleshed warmth between her open thighs and licked, parting the soft resilient pussy hair with his broad, moist lingual member, savoring the pungent female taste and reveling in the sensations created in him as his tongue gained contact with the quivering, pulsating little clitoris hidden in the soft, fleshy vaginal lips at the top of her loins.

Dottie quivered and jerked, and she felt the firm warm helpless glow spreading in her, infusing her loins and belly with the knowledge of sexual reaction. She could feel the instant erection of her miniature phallus as it hardened and pushed out to meet his probing tongue. She hadn't wanted to respond to this man. Since she was committed to a sexual encounter with him, against her will, she had hoped that it would be fast, that she could remain uninvolved… and get rid of him, once and for all. God! How had it happened? How had she gotten trapped into this? The last thing she had ever wanted was to bring a strange man into her own home. She had kept everything compartmented, and she had felt that the woman who entertained men, the prostitute, was a different woman from the wife and mother. Now, the compartmentation of her life had been destroyed, as she lay on her own marital bed and, reluctantly, allowed this vile creature to do as he would with her. P-Please, God… don't ever let my children find out! With Gabe, she had decided, it would be a different matter. They would work it out, but the real fear, flow, in the back of her mind, lay with the possibility of discovery by her children… especially Charity! Then, she moaned, forgetting her random thoughts of family. It was uncontrollable. The slashing sexual sensations were there, working in her, against her will, her arousal almost complete.

The man's tongue flicked steadily at the inner valleys of her moist, excitedly flowering cunt, his lips nibbling at the sensitive coral lips, sucking them to turgid stiffness, until his darting tongue began to move in and out of her smooth, wet vaginal passage, pausing to tease around its open mouth in tiny, excruciatingly maddening circles; then, she moved her hips in tiny, undulating motions against him, her body begging him for more, even as her still vainly resisting mind tried to deny the pleasure of her body.

Now, the agile, ever-moving, searching mouth was over her clitoris, again, and he held the sensitive tip of it in his lips while his tongue moved on it, tantalizingly. Her pleasure grew in her, the winds of her arousal whirling around her, the vortex concentrated in her now hungry, voraciously demanding loins.

He had licked and sucked, steadily, not allowing her a moment to change her mind, and he knew that he was bringing her almost to the pinnacle of her desire.

"Oh, ooh, oooooh!" she moaned. "Oh, that's so good! Fuck me… n-now! Oh, fuck me!"

Her hands moved down, convulsively, to his head, to guide him, her desire-heated loins straining up at his face, as she moved in a sexual stupor, obeying the primal, animal urge to copulate… wanting… needing it!

Feeling the nearness of her orgasm, he stopped. He had other plans for her, and she was in exactly the state he wanted her! Damn! She's hot… really hot to trot and could probably get the hot little bitch to do anything he wanted her to now.

He lifted his head from the seething moistness between her widespread legs and looked up at her, pure lust reflected in his eyes. Looking along the length of her body, her hair-covered pubic mound at eye-level, in the middle ground of his vision the plain of her flat belly, dimpled with the crater of her navel and in the background, the twin mounds of her soft, white breasts, capped with the erectile nipples, standing tall and proud; between the mounds was the deep-clefted valley. Beyond that valley, he saw her red, lipsticked mouth, ovalling with the intensity of her pleasure.