Ralph smiled and reached down with his hand and caught it.
"You like it, Mrs. Dexter?"
Sally closed her eyes and nodded her head. She was breathing hard, and she knew it wasn't from lying.
"Good. Good, Mrs. Dexter." The youngster stroked his penis and it got fatter and longer and the tip was redder. And then he was on his knees between her legs and his fingers stroked up and down his sex stick while he looked into her eyes. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Mrs. Dexter," he said very politely.
Stifling a scream, Sally heaved her hips in the air and opened her cunt to his fierce attack, allowing his hot, hard cock to stroke through the fringe of hair that guarded her cunt entrance.
In and out. In and out. The boy established a rhythm and his flesh slid on hers ill a regular pattern that twisted her nerves in knots. And Sally lay there, being fucked, trying to tell herself that it was all right. Hal, her husband, wouldn't know what was being taken from him. It wasn't like stealing. She had so much to give and he took so little himself, she couldn't see how she was hurting him.
She groaned as the boy's fingers gathered the soft mound of her breast into his hand and squashed it. Lightening seared through her body. Her cunt tightened around his jabbing cock.
"That's it. Oh, that's the way, baby."
Ralph buried his face between her lush tits and began humping his hips in earnest, Sally wanted to wrap her legs around his flailing hips and drag him down even harder into her gaping cunt. She couldn't and had to settle for holding his head tight against her tits while she shoved back hot and hard with her pelvis, jamming his pecker as deep into her slot as it would go.
His teeth were nibbling at her tit. Sparks seemed to lance through her chest. "That's right, Ralph," she sobbed. "Honey, bite me. Bite my tit. Fuck. Do it!"
Sally could feel her orgasm coming, lifting her to new heights. It wasn't that way with Hal, ever. She felt her cunt sliding like a tight condom over Ralph's cock. It was stretching and expanding to take it all. She was tearing herself in half to take it, and she loved every moment…
"Fuck! Fuck me, Ralph," she whispered fiercely into his ear.
And then she was exploding in a gorgeous burst of fireworks. The insides of her thighs ached deliciously as she bucked up to drive that wonderful penis full depth between her hot lips.
Ralph bore down as hard as he could. His pecker tried to jab holes clear through her. But Sally swallowed each stroke into her delighted hole. It was like he was thrusting into quicksand.
Finally he came. He plowed her open until it hurt it felt so good. His seed shot out of his penis, flooding her womb with liquid fire.
The heat seeped all through Sally's body and she cried with joy.
Ralph finally rolled off her soft body and Sally asked him what he was doing. His prick was soft, but still thick and rubbery and there was a certain thrill at the feeling of it being pulled out of her hole.
At first he didn't answer her. His fingers worked around her ankles and Sally assumed he was turning her loose. She didn't want to raise her head. She was still floating on a cloud of well-being that she didn't want to disrupt. She yawned and picked her wristwatch off the nightstand and held it up over her head. The hands were just hitting 2 o'clock.
"I guess it is time to go home," she yawned. "It's been really fun, Ralphie…"
"Go where?" Ralph asked. The big, tanned kid leaned over her and hiked her legs up over her head and bent her double. "We're just getting started, baby."
Incredulous, Sally stared up between her naked legs at the muscular boy who was grinning at her as if whatever she said or did didn't matter at all. At the same time, she fully realized her own vulnerability. "What… what do you mean?"
"I mean," and Ralph's face lit up in a mean grin, "that I'm going to fuck you in your sweet, little asshole, baby. That's what I mean. And I'll bet it's a virgin hole."
"You… you can't!" Sally gasped breathlessly. "You just can't!"
Ralph chuckled. His voice was coarse and Sally wondered how she could have been so naive as to pick him up. But he'd seemed so innocent then that she thought he'd be perfect for a little lay in the hay. It was her pet phrase for her innocent pastime, a lay in the hay!
He had jerked her legs further over and Sally knew there was no getting away. She was almost bent double. Her ass was exposed to his rigid prick and there was no chance that she could break free.
Tears collected at the corners of Sally's eyes. This, she knew, was her punishment. Her tender asshole puckered and tightened as it prepared a futile resistance against the suddenly vicious boy whose cock had stroked her to such sexual pleasure.
"Please," she begged, "fuck my cunt. I'll… I'll even suck your dick for you if you will, Ralph. Please…"
The boy looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he shook his head and grinned. "Shit no. You've got to be a virgin butt hole or you wouldn't be so shook up."
"You're vile! Rotten!" Sally sobbed.
"Not all that bad," Ralph chuckled. "I could have let you suck my joint and then jabbed you in the butt anyway. I…"
He was interrupted by the crunch of gravel outside the motel room window.
"My husband!" The cry escaped Sally's mouth. It was all she could think as her heart thumped against her breastbone. The thought of her husband finding her naked, in bed with a strange youth plunging his cock into her asshole was too horrid to contemplate. She stiffened and threw Ralph off the bed as her legs snapped up straight and tight together. The car door slammed outside.
Ralph caught a little of her panic. He jumped off the bed and pulled the shade on the window back a fraction of an inch. "It's some little dude with a bushy mustache," he said.
"It's my brother," Sally said in a choked voice.
"I'll take care of him!" Ralph said. There was a sneer in his tone and he strode confidently toward the motel door, his half-soft cock dangling arrogantly in front of him.
There was a terrible fluttery feeling in the pit of Sally's stomach. She didn't know why she didn't warn Ralph. Maybe it was because of the way he was going to rape her asshole. Maybe it was just because he was so arrogant and self-important.
She watched as he went to the door. She even felt attracted to him, remembering the warm flow of his muscles against her skin, the vibrant thrust of his hot, slippery soft cock up her twat. She clutched the sheet to her breast and tried to cool her cunt by rubbing it with the folds of cool, white cloth. It just made her hotter.
An imperious knock shook the door and Ralph opened it and started to say, "Scram, we don't need…"
And then he came catapulting into the room while the door slammed open all the way and Jason walked in.
CHAPTER TWO
Jason Arenson was a compact five foot eight inches tall. Wearing his nondescript business suit, the dark blue with the three button coat that hinted at a paunch, he looked like a pushover.
Ralph thought so, anyway.
While Jason stood, letting his eyes roam the bedroom until they lighted on Sally, Ralph got off the floor and stalked toward Jason.
"Son of a bitch," Ralph said. "Rotten mother fucker."
He was going to swing only Jason pivoted and swung a surprisingly long arm surprisingly fast from the floor and tagged Ralph on the chin with a dull thudding sound. The boy's eyes glazed and his muscles got soft in that instant that he was still rising with the punch. He fell like a sack of organic manure.
Jason blew out his breath through his bushy mustache. His eyes were veiled as he stared at Sally and seemed to take an over-long time to run his gaze up and down her naked body.
Sally shivered and clutched the sheets tighter against herself. The sheer fabric pressed close over her soft, round breast and her hard nipple poked through like a beckoning little finger. "I couldn't help it, Jason," she whimpered.