When he was through, he fisted his thick shaft, milking it a few times vigorously, looking over his shoulder to her to make sure she was watching. He fisted it, and walked back into the bedroom, still milking it, but slowly, not too tightly. The big round head swelled. Meg couldn't take her eyes off it.
Her great jouncing tits were free and expanding and she watched him gape at them, cock in hand and jacking a little faster. His tongue trailed along his lower lip, and Meg couldn't stop hers from doing the same.
If he was perverted, maybe she was a little, too – she couldn't deny that, not at this moment, anyway. He wet the palm of his other hand with his tongue and rubbed his prick with it, enjoying her avid watching.
The cock shot a spurt of wetness onto her flesh, and she felt its sticky warmth, the strange, mangled emotions of hatred and love. The walls of her pussy twitched.
Repulsion and desire!
She had the same sensations now in her breasts. She closed her eyes tightly to bide the smallest glimmer. She could hear his breathing, heavy, harsh, and uneven.
"Meg," he whispered, then louder: "Meg, can you hear me?"
She lay still, kept her breathing regular, easy and relaxed with an effort of will.
"Oh, Meg," he breathed with emotion.
Now! the small voice in her head told her, warned her, promised her. Now he'd fuck her!
She felt his face touch hers, gently, softly, and it was hard to restrain a startled gasp when she realized that he was rubbing his cheeks against hers.
"So smooth," he murmured, "so sweet." He nuzzled her, hungrily and longingly.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks and lips with a gentle mouth.
She felt him draw back, then he spoke, quietly.
"Sweet… but cruel!"
His mouth went onto hers again, but this time he drove in fiercely, probing his tongue into the secret crannies, sucking the warm, wet tissue, drawing her tongue into his mouth, and savoring it, urgently.
Meg neither helped nor impeded. But she opened her eyes and she saw the big hands holding his cock tightly, pointing it towards her face. Then he moved it forward and she felt him rubbing it against her cheeks. It crossed her lips, and her slightly parted mouth felt the wet slit at its tip pause at the opening.
He pushed it in hard and her lips stretched as the bulbous head forced her mouth to open wide to accommodate it. He slid it in, then out, with smooth wet movements.
Meg took it, passively.
The head of his shaft felt so smooth, as though his skin was stretched to the tightest limit to contain the pulsing energy which was striving to burst out and spew itself onto her tongue, her lips, her teeth.
He withdrew his cock from between her lips, and she felt a driblet of wetness op from the end of it onto her chin as it passed.
"Want me to fuck you now?" he said.
"Yes… yes… put it in me… fuck me, Jerry, please, fuck me!" she begged.
"Want me to fill your belly with my cock… run it back and forth over your cunt and make you come good?"
"Yes… oh, yes!"
"Is that what you want?"
"More than anything eke in the world," she panted.
"Then, come closer… come to the foot of the bed," he grunted. She obeyed, crawling nakedly on hands and knees over the mattress, just in time to have her neck and tits sprayed thickly with the high arch of his creamy cum. She looked down at herself, and a stream of the cream ran dawn over one nipple.
"That's all you get from me, you bitch," he said. He picked up his clothes and headed for the door.
"No… no, Jerry… you don't understand. I love you! I love you and I want you… please. Stay with me!"
"Stay with you? You must be nuts, an old cunt like you? Shit!"
And he was gone.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Meg took the familiar path down the beach past the high dunes, as she had every day for the past week. Soon it would happen, she told herself, they would came back.
It had been two months since Jerry had left, since the terrible night. Sada was staying at the house in town. It was practically her house now since Meg had taken a long-term lease on the beach house.
She had tried to talk to Sada many times, but got nothing but a perfunctory hello and goodbye from her daughter.
One night she had awakened in a cold sweat, her body needing the relief that Jerry wasn't there to give. She had called Harvey and Paula. Paula had answered and told her that they had gotten a divorce. She didn't know where Harvey was and she didn't care.
Several times Sandra had called her, but Meg wanted no more to do with either her or Roy.
Frustration turned into loneliness. She thought of going to the bars, but, for some reason, the men seemed so tyrant-like in their demands. There was no need, no tenderness, and no innocence.
Then, by accident, she returned to the spot on the beach where she had first seen the two young boys. They were there again, waiting for the girl to show up. But she never did.
That had been the previous week and that was when Meg had gotten her idea. Since then she had been in the same spat on the sand every day.
She spread the blanket out and sat down, letting the warm sun bake her already quivering skin. She didn't have long to wait, not more than ten minutes.
The boys were usually as punctual as she.
When she heard their low-pitched whispers from the dune behind her, she stood and started the daily routine.
Maybe today, she thought, maybe today will be the day.
She slowly, sensuously, reached behind her and fumbled with the clasps of her halter top. She could faintly hear their intake of breath as she turned in their direction.
In her imagination, Meg could see them pulling their smooth cocks from their pants and gaspingly anticipating her next move.
The clasps fell apart at her back. She squeezed her tits together with her arms, accentuating the deep valley of her cleavage as the bra top fell away and dropped to the sand.
Again she heard the heavy gasps from behind the pile of sand.
With her face a mask of calm, she rolled the bottom of her bikini down until just a faint line of dark pubic hair curled above the material. Then, as she had every other day, she lay on her back to let the sun bake her near-nude body.
She sensed almost immediately that today would be different. The boys spoke in louder, bolder whispers. She could hear them very clearly as they admired her body and wriggled closer to where she lay on the sand.
"Wow… you ever seen tits like that?"
"Her pussy hair's black! I wonder if it covers her whole crotch."
"Of course it does."
"How do you know?"
"I saw my sister's once. It goes clear down between their legs."
"She sure is beautiful! I'd like to see her naked all over!"
Come here… come here, Meg wanted to scream. You not only can see me naked all over, you can touch me, smell me, taste me, fuck me. Yes, come here, my sweet little boys, and you can fuck me. You can fuck me anywhere you want: in my mouth, my ass, my pussy, anywhere. Come closer and fuck me!
"You suppose she's asleep?"
"Why?"
"'Cause I wanna touch her tits."
"You crazy?"
"Hell no… I could just crawl out there beside her and at least I could see her tits up close."
"Not me, what if she wakes up?"
"I'll run."
"I'm runnin' now if you're gonna do it. I don't wanna get caught."
"Okay… you run, but I'm gonna do it." Meg could hear one of the boys scamper away over the sand. All was silent for a few moments and then she heard the unmistakable rustling of the second boy moving stealthily towards her.