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Mrs. X's Desires
CHAPTER ONE"Stick it up my box. Oh, Jesus God, Ralph, I love that, what you're doing to me. Ohhhhhhhh!"Sally opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and bit down on the wadded piece of sheet in her mouth. While her head was still as a statue, her hips writhed like a hula' dancer's. She couldn't stop them. Ralph's head kept bobbing up and down hard between her smooth, ivory thighs and his red tongue stabbed out and darted into her love box.Sally was naked on the bed. Her golden skin looked out of place on the white sheets. Her lush breasts were two hillocks topped by cherry nipples that were usually soft blobs of putty, but now were pointed peaks. She was sweating a little. The soft sheen of dewy moisture covered her body in response to the urgent probing of Ralph's tongue in her crotch. And when she arched her back and pushed her cunt in Ralph's sex moistened face she sweated Some more. With passion! And with dread.Ralph's tongue was like a soft cotton ball jazzing in and out of her slot. The result was a constant hot feeling, the sparking of electricity shooting up and down her body. She wanted more and more by the minute. Her face screwed up ecstatically and her fingers wound tight in the bed sheet. She was thankful that Ralph couldn't look at her and see how helpless she was. If he did, she knew he'd find some way to make her pay for what she was getting."Lick it, baby," she moaned. "Lick my clitoris. Suck that little lollipop, baby. Bite it. Suck it and fuck it."The words tumbled out of her, tinkling like ice cubes in a gin fizz glass. But what it meant was that she was getting head - for the first time. She was thirty-one years old and she was getting her cunt sucked and dying with each pulse beat of pleasure.If my husband saw me now ... The words seared her brain like a hot brand. She whimpered at the sudden fear of discovery that crowded her brain. Crowded, because the thoughts were already sandwiched in by pleasure. Ralph's tongue was reaming her sex slot. Around and around it went. The hot probe sought out the velvet lining of her box and touched every part with authority."Tongue fuck me, Ralph. Honey! Don't stop. Not now."Her golden thighs opened and slowly engulfed Ralph's head. Then they clamped down trapping his face in her crotch and she thrilled with the sudden realization of new power. He had to breathe her scent. His lips couldn't move without touching her pussy lips or rustling her pubic hair. Each moment was filled with dreadful anticipation full of pleasure waiting for the new assault on her crack to begin.She lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and breathed hard. And slowly she raised her hands to her soft breasts and trapped her own nipples with her fingers and rolled and tweaked them until they were rigid pebbles, harder than cut glass.The panicked movements, the frantic pleasure, both had slowed down and Sally's hips began fucking Ralph's face as if they had done it all her natural life. Up and down, and she felt his tongue respond. Up and down her slit. The hot, wet, wiggly flesh forced her labia apart and exposed the soft, inner lining of her twat.Then the rubbing of his hot skin on hers intensified. Tremors of pleasure sprang out of her hole. Tendrils ran through her body under her skin like hot wires. More and more she was being swallowed up by the fantastic tempo of Ralph's educated tongue."Stick it in deeper," she moaned. "Deeper. Plug me deeper!"Ralph strained to do as she asked. His cheeks rubbed enticingly against the soft, inner skin of her hot thighs. His nose dove and dug at her erect clitoris when he sank his tongue to the hilt in her hot well. And all the while Sally writhed in obscene pleasure thinking, If only Hal would do this. If only Hal wasn't such a prude. We could still be happy if he'd get off his soap box. his holier than thou trip ..."Oooooooh, God," Sally grunted. Ralph had lanced his tongue deeper into her sex hole than anything had been before. She almost fainted as the new waves of pleasure shot through her vibrating body.And then, nothing ..."You're ready," Ralph said. The almost-boy had raised his head and was staring in to Sally's lust filled eyes and she was having trouble staring back without thinking about how close his beautiful soft lips were to the puffy swollen cunt that felt like a basketball hoop between her legs."Ready for what?" Sally asked tremulously. She knew she didn't want to hear the answer. It would be something rank and vile and disgusting as she had noticed all of Ralph's suggestions were when examined in the light of day. Of course, she didn't examine many of his suggestions at all, much less in daylight."I want to tie your legs down?" Ralph told her."Tie my legs down?" Sally stared down at him crouched between her spread apart knees. "What for?""You'll see," the boy said. Before she could offer an objection, he was tying her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading her sex hole wide open to further observation.Sally closed her eyes and tried not to think about how she looked, her red lined cunt gaping open, the halves fringed by soft, downy reddish-brown hair that made the raw meat somehow obscene.A sudden tingle invaded her crack. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut and tried not to think about it. She knew it was her juice, come boiling out of her to now in a small flood in her slot.Shameless hussy. Whore she thought, berating her weakness.But heat flooded her skin. She was hot with the knowledge that Ralph could see her now in a way that she'd never been seen before. It was that excitement with the knowledge that at any moment Ralph was going to be dipping his tongue in her crack that kept her clitoris and nipples diamond hard and needle sharp.And then she cried out. Ralph's head had disappeared between her felt-soft thighs and she experienced his tongue licking at her cunt. "More, more, more ... eat me more."She couldn't tell him, but something strange had happened to Sally. She couldn't close her legs and Ralph's tongue squirreling around inside her box seemed twice as big and twice as good."Oh, uh, uh, uh ... " She heaved and strained, throwing her crotch up in the air. She wanted to be tongue-fucked."Do you want to be fucked with a prick, Mrs. Dexter?" Ralph asked pleasantly. He had moved on the bed on his knees and was controlling her uncertain hips with his fingers buried knuckle deep in her soggy snatch. Her cunt was putty around his probing fingers. Her sex tunnel responded by frantically twitching and clasping greedily at the flesh between her cunt lips."Oh, Lord!" Sally sighed. She felt the cords on her ankles holding her legs wide open. It was kinky of Ralph, his wanting to tie her down. She wasn't going to go anywhere. But she was so helpless this way."Uhuhuhuhuh!" she breathed suddenly, the breath exploding from her lungs at the sudden touch of his slick, wet tongue playing with the entrance to her sex. Her cunt lips hardened and tried to clasp the teasing intruder. The muscles in the soft inner flesh of her thighs jerked spasmodically as she tried to shut her legs and trap his head, forcing that wonderful tongue to lance even deeper into her cunt.And then he was lapping at her slash and she laid her head back and closed her eyes. She was floating on a wonderful cloud of feeling. She wanted it to go on and on forever."Now I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Dexter!"Sally's eyes snapped open. Ralph stood over her stripping his T-shirt off. His muscles rippled in the dim light of the motel room. His pants were already gone and his penis stuck out in front of his groin like a flesh spear.Sally stared at it with dreadful fascination. She hoped he wouldn't wan t her to suck it, she told herself. That would have been too gross. But she couldn't completely quell the shiver of excitement that shot through her body just thinking about taking that throbbing flesh joint in her mouth and touching it with her tongue.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 flicked, 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 wan t 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 TWOJason 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."Tell it to Hal!" His voice was humorless. "Tell it to your kids. But don't tell it to me." Angrily he reached out and snatched the sheet out of her hands leaving her standing in front of him naked.Jason hadn't meant to do that. Sally could see the both of them in the mirror. He was like the coiled spring he'd always been as she remembered him, small but powerful and constantly on edge. And she, Sally stared at herself as if seeing a stranger. She wasn't as young as she'd been. Her creamy skin was still smooth and her small but adequate breasts rose from a flat, firm stomach like two luscious mounds of whipped cream topped by fat, sweet cherries.Her eyes slid down that hard stomach to the neat patch of chestnut hair that formed a triangle between her thighs. At least the slit was hidden. If she didn't think of it as being naked in front of her own brother, Sally could pretend she was wearing a bikini. He saw about as little as if she was wearing one.Defiantly she jerked her head up and let her thick curls that matched the same chestnut hue of her cunt hair flounce to the back of her head. So what if she was naked? "What are you going to do ... about this?"Jason's eyes inventoried her body again. And then Sally saw the sudden hunger in them and she realized she'd made a mistake. Defying Jason that way was like playing grab ass with him when they were kids. He'd always lurked around the bathroom door when she took showers, trying to peek in, and snatching at her robe in an attempt to get a good look or a quick feel. He'd been a horny punk and she also remembered the furtive feelings she had as she had teased him then.Only now, Sally knew she wasn't in any position to tease her grown up brother. Not in the least bit."Get over there and get your clothes on." Jason pushed at her and accidentally his hand pressed against her soft, sensuous breast.A burst of electricity passed between the two of them as Sally stumbled away and turned to the vanity against the wall. Her fingers were trembling so that she had to lean forward and steady her elbows on the vanity top in order to stick her false eyelashes on without poking her eye out.This is silly she told herself. I don't need eyelashes to get out of here! But she knew why she was doing it. She was shaking so hard she knew she had to get control of herself or she'd never manage to get dressed. And then Jason would dress her himself. She had to avoid that awful embarrassment. She had to show him she was in control.She steadied her hand and leaned forward to fasten the eyelash in place and noticed that Jason was practically leaning against her from behind."What are you doing?" She tried to turn and felt his hand on her back, holding her where she was."Take it easy, sis," Jason said thickly. His hands slid warmly over her back and around her sides under her arms and then he was cupping her breasts.Sally could see it all in the mirror. His fingers were thick around her tits and her nipples stuck out between them like a tiny, red pair of penises. The sudden feeling was devastating. He's my brother. Sally told herself angrily. It was lewd, what was happening. She knew that she couldn't cooperate, couldn't let it happen. There was something wrong about what he wanted her to do."D-d-d-don't," she stuttered. But she didn't move."Don't do what?" Jason asked innocently. His fingers moved on her breasts and Sally watched in dismay as her nipples hardened and elongated under the gentle caress. Even her boobs seemed bigger and softer."That!" Sally tried to move away. She couldn't. Jason was pressed up tight against her from the rear. He was leaning on her back so she couldn't straighten up and his mustache tickled against the back of her neck. She wanted to tell him her elbows hurt from supporting his weight, that she didn't want him to touch her like that. But she was too much afraid or proud or confused - she didn't know what - and she said nothing.After a while, Jason took one of his hands away and her fat, white tit bobbed into view, swaying hypnotically. Sally breathed easier. She had liked the feel of his hand there, but he had to let her go now. That was the most important part. He had to.And then she felt his hand against her buttocks. It was moving down and she realized her brother was opening his fly!"You can't ... " she cried and tried to pull away.But it was too late to struggle. Jason's fat prick was out of its hiding place and pressing against her silky buttock skin. She felt it touching her bottom and sliding greasily between her slightly spread thighs. His hand guided it and within moments the end was pressing and rooting around in her fleshy chasm. It struck her suddenly erect clitoris and Sally was made weak by the feeling that flowed through her."I can't what, little sister?""You can't do this. It's rape. You're raping your own sister!""That's all right. I don't think you're going to tell anyone about it. No one at all, are you, sis?"