Sally's mouth started salivating and she thought nothing of it while she continued to tell herself again and again how awful it was going to be to swallow Ron's icky cum.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ron was feeling a warm glow all over. It was a danger signal that he was getting ready to cum. One that he had learned to heed because if he ignored it there was liable to be a long wait before he had another good hard-on and any more nooky.
Suddenly he scrambled backwards and pulled his hot cock out of Sally's pert mouth and left her cunt gasping for the slippery tongue that had been drilling it.
"Hey, cunt," he said, "your kids were telling me you do neat tricks, like fucking them both at the same time."
Sally's heart stopped beating. For an awful moment, lying on her back staring up at his rigid cock still wet with her saliva, Sally thought she was going to die. How could the boys tell this awful man such things about me? Don't they understand that it was… our secret?
And then she realized that he had scared them. They were too young to withstand the sort of pressure he would exert. He was an awful man!
She decided she would live. She stared back at him and wouldn't answer.
"Well," he said, "I've got a cute little trick I want you to do for me. Something right up your line…"
"No!" Sally burst out. "I'm not going to give in to your filthy perversions, you filthy, perverted man!"
Sally was mulling over stronger language when he growled at her, "Yes you are, cunt, or you can explain this to your husband as well as the sheriffs office. I think we can make a case that you perverted your own kids so they couldn't help raping my girls…"
Sally suspected he was right.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked wearily.
"That's better," Ron said. "That's much better."
He even smiled at her as he sat next to her on the bed and felt her tits with his hands, his fingers squeezing her already hard nipples. Then he put an arm around her and pulled her naked body against him and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue squeezing in between her lips.
At first Sally resisted. But his mouth was hot and she couldn't fight it. Her jaw muscles relaxed and she surrendered, feeling the hot tide of sexual excitement flow through her leaving her helpless. She sucked on the thick, greasy tongue he stuck in her mouth and was disappointed when he pulled it out of her mouth and broke off their kiss. She was breathless and her heart was thumping out of control.
Ron smiled at her. His thick, black eyebrows seemed to fold together as he explained, "I just wanted you to taste what your cunt tastes like," he said. "How did you like it?"
"You're rotten. Really rotten," she said between clenched teeth.
"I know." Ron smiled again and seemed almost pleasant.
"What do you want me to do?" Sally looked down at her naked crotch and wondered at how much trouble sex was leading her into. She swore if she got out of what was happening she'd never have sex with anyone but Hal again. Faithfully. Of course the oath was too little and too late, but that was the nature of most oaths.
"Get up," Ron said.
Sally did and turned toward him feeling embarrassed at her nakedness, but also proud of her handsome body and pretty face.
"Turn around," Ron ordered. He made a twirling motion with his hand.
"Turn around?" Sally shrugged and watched her own breasts dance. When he nodded that's what he really meant, she turned to face the cabin door.
Ron licked his lips. He was nervous staring at Sally's beautiful butt. He was going to do something he had never done before, something he had thought of watching the boys with his daughters.
For a long time, he inspected Sally's lush behind. Her buttocks were full and curvy. Her hips curved out like ski slopes and her ass was magnificent, round and full like two cantaloupe halves.
They were divided down the middle by a crack that seemed to run up into the tanned skin of her back and become a delicate dimple that continued up as her backbone. Below, her legs were slender and graceful, perfectly proportioned for her beautiful ass. She had a slot between her thighs and the faintest hint of pubic hair curled in it.
Delicately, Ron inserted a finger between her legs and felt her soft, muscular cunt and thought about how good it would feel to stick his rod in it and shoot off.
Sally twitched and bit her lip. She wanted to moan with wanton pleasure. The sudden finger in her twat had taken her unawares and released a lot of feverish tension that seemed to build in her.
And then, just as suddenly, the finger was gone and Sally remembered how good it had been when Jason fucked her from the rear. She had loved it then, and now she knew she'd love it even more. She was freed of many of her former sexual restraints.
But Ron's hands had found her waist and he was pulling her backwards and she felt herself falling slowly, carried by the strength of his hands, and she let it happen without fighting.
It wasn't until she felt his cockhead actually pressing against her asshole that she said anything. "You've got the wrong hole, darling," she whispered so low that she wasn't sure that he heard her.
"No I don't," Ron said. "That's the one I'm after."
And then, he pulled her down and impaled her asshole on the full, standing length of his throbbing, inflamed cock.
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhaaa!!!!" Sally screamed hoarsely.
It had happened so fast it was all the way in before she could scream. Ron's prick had spread her asscheeks and slipped unerringly toward that hot, fist-like target of her asshole. And then when he pulled her down his thick shaft had pushed inside and rammed all the way up her rear in a single motion.
After her first, violent scream, Sally sat on his lap stunned by what had happened. Her rectum was stuffed up to the top. It was like she was sitting on a ramrod. She didn't dare bend or move for fear that she would break.
The cabin door had banged open and John and Tommy rushed in followed by two cute little blonde girls. They stopped, gaping at the sight of Sally sitting on Ron's lap naked her legs spread apart in obvious unconscious display of her soft, sweet cunt lips.
"I told you Daddy would fuck her," Gloria said haughtily. "Daddy's a good fucker. He fucks me all the time."
"All right," Ron rasped. "I'm going to let one of your boys get on top and fuck your cunt while you take mine in the ass."
Sally couldn't talk. She couldn't organize her thoughts. All she could do was nod that she understood as her whole being concentrated on that cock jammed up her soft butthole.
Ron grabbed her titties in his hands and squeezed them as he lay back and pulled her back with him.
Sally didn't fight. She couldn't. She went back on the bed and felt her knees spread helplessly over Ron's spread legs. His feet were still on the floor supporting their weight. Only his butt was on the bed.
"You," Ron said, motioning to Tommy.
"Me?" Tommy looked scared.
"Yes. Come here!"
Tommy looked doubtful but Brenda nudged him. "Don't be scared, silly. Daddy isn't going to hurt you."
Not wanting to look scared in front of Brenda, whom he had decided he liked, Tommy walked up to the bed.
"Take your pants off," Ron told the boy.
The pants dropped to the floor and then Ron had Tommy stand between his legs and line his peter up.
Tommy almost said, "With what?" But once in the indicated position he found he was staring right at his mother's beautiful, hairy cunt. The boy didn't need any directions for that.
Moving deliberately, he stepped forward and fitted his cock right into the soft, silky twat already leaking love juice. As always, Tommy felt instantly good at feeling his pecker in his mother's hole.