Grant Roberts
The wayward wifes

Chapter 1

Patty Jennings studied her lush nude body, beaded with droplets of water from her recent shower, in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. She was tall, almost five-ten, perfectly proportioned from the top of her rich, natural reddish-gold hair to the tips of her small, Cinderella-like feet. Her breasts were full and firm and large, but without the perpetual sag of most heavily endowed women; they were beautifully rounded, marbled beneath their almost translucent whiteness with tiny bluish veins, standing out high and proud from her symmetrical chest, and the large pinkish brown nipples, distended from the hot, recent lashing of the shower spray, rose from their darker areola like blossoming buds on some exquisite spring flower. Patty stretched her arms luxuriously high over her head, posing wantonly, sultrily in the bathroom's privacy, the way her young husband Larry had always enjoyed her doing for him.

She held the pose for a moment, letting her eyes move slowly downward over her smooth, pure white stomach, seeing the sculpted navel peeking out from within its circular recess. Her pubic hair, the same reddish-gold color as her tresses, glistening with moisture, formed a perfect triangle which covered her somewhat prominent abdomen and pointed downward, invitingly, to the soft, pink lips of her vaginal furrow, ending just above the shyly nestling bud of her clitoris. She saw and was pleased by the way her slim, alabaster waist swelled into softly rounded, classical hips that curved in turn into lovely tapered, milk-white thighs. Her buttocks, she saw as she pirouetted slightly, were large and just as flawlessly formed as her pliant, peaked tits; she noticed that they hollowed and dimpled provocatively, the muscles rippling beneath the naked skin like the gentle current of a mountain stream.

Patty continued to study herself for a moment longer, critically, deciding that her figure was just a little too lush. If she had had her choice in the matter, she would have preferred her breasts to be just a little smaller, her fanny just a little less rounded, her bushy pubic mound not quite so bushy. But Larry had told her that he preferred full-blown women, that he wouldn't have her any other way, and she reversed her decision, concluding that she was really quite happy with her body as long as Larry was happy with it. After all, a woman was made to please her man, and she had pleased Larry during the two halcyon months they had had together before his Marine unit was shipped to Viet Nam fourteen weeks ago, he had told her that enough times after they had finished making love.

Patty selected one of the fluffy jacquard towels from the chrome rack and began to dry herself, moving the soft shaggy towel briskly over her albescent skin, watching in the mirror as her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced from the quick toweling, the nipples seeming to grow even harder, as if in arousal. She began to dry her pubic area, fluffing the reddish-gold hair, making the triangle look curly-soft, like the hair of a young girl child after a shampooing. She dipped the towel between her legs, spreading her thighs apart slightly to allow it passage, moving the woolly material along her open cuntal slit, along the well-divided, softly seductive edges, bringing it back upward again to pass over her clitoris. Surprisingly, she felt a sudden flash of desire at the electric contact of garment and sensitive passion flesh, and the miniature phallus rose into instant erection. Patty could see it, seeming to quiver in the cradle between her legs, peeping excitedly through the sparse adornment of hair, and she swallowed as another wave of arousal seized hold of her body. She began to tremble slightly, and in her mind she could visualize Larry's large, blood-fired penis, the way it looked as it stood stiffly out from his hirsute belly, the way it felt as it stabbed into her passionate, love-drenched vaginal passage, bringing her to unknown heights of sheer ecstasy, spewing great quantities of her loved one's hot, sticky seed deep into her cavernous pussy as they both climaxed together.

God! Patty thought, taking the towel away from her private parts and putting it back again on the chrome rack. I can't keep thinking about Larry like that, it's not doing me any good for heaven's sake.. but it's been fourteen weeks since I've felt him inside me, since I've been loved, since I've had release fourteen weeks is such a terribly long time to be without a man once you've experienced the joys of sexual lovemaking.

She sighed, a little tremulously, and took her frilly pink nightie from the clothes hamper; it was very short, ending just below her pubic triangle, and the rustling material was not quite transparent, hiding everything and yet hiding nothing. Larry had gone absolutely wild when he'd seen her wearing it for the first time, during their honeymoon in Carmel, and he'd almost torn it from her body in his haste to make her naked and fulfill the desire it had built inside him. She probably shouldn't wear it now, especially here in the home of Larry's father and mother, but she had given all her other nighties and pajamas to the Goodwill when they'd gotten married and had never bothered to buy another one.

She put the nightie on, smoothing it down, and the cool nylon felt pleasing against her briskly rubbed skin. As she opened the bathroom door and started down the short hallway toward her room, she thought of Larry’s parents. His mother, Gladys, had insisted that she stay with them while Larry was overseas; there wasn’t any use, she had said, of Patty trying to fend for herself-buying groceries, paying rent and utilities – - when she could live with them for free; that way, Patty could save almost all of her salary from her stenographic position with one of San Francisco’s larger insurance companies as a nest egg for when Larry returned from his tour of duty. Larry had thought this was a fine idea, and Patty had agreed – - although she had felt it was encroaching on her in-laws, that she was still something of an outsider.

But the fourteen weeks she had been staying with the Jennings bad been pleasant and happy ones. Gladys was like her own mother – - who had died when Patty was twelve – - in that she was kind, genial, easy to talk to. A plump, matronly woman, she had made Patty feel as if she was her own daughter, mothering her, watching out for her.

Larry’s father, Tom, was something of a different story. It wasn’t that Patty disliked him exactly; it was just that be made her feel uneasy at times. A large, bearish sort of man, Tom Jennings was given to moments of surliness, of caustic and not particularly funny humor. And the way he would look at her occasionally, with his hot, intense gray eyes.. well, it was almost as if he were undressing her, as if he was harboring a kind of secret and full-bloated lust for his own son’s young wife…

Patty shook her head as she entered her own room, Larry’s room actually, telling herself that she was being silly. Tom was just a moody individual, that was all, and he could be a lot of fun when he wanted to. And he was Larry’s father, for goodness sake. Still, she felt a faint uneasiness as she sat down before the circular mirror on the vanity she had bought and began to brush her long flaming hair, Gladys had gone to stay with her sister in Los Angeles that morning, owing to the fact that the sister had contracted some sort of crippling malady which left her unable to care for her family, and Patty was now alone for at least a week, and probably longer, in the house with Tom Jennings.

As she brushed her hair with long, rhythmic strokes, counting silently to herself, Patty remembered the way Tom had looked at her over their almost silent dinner that evening. That lustful look had been in his eyes, making her feel uncomfortable and strangely vulnerable, and he had not spoken at all to her – - almost as if he didn’t trust himself to speak. Finally, she had excused herself and gone into the living room to read the evening paper, feeling an embarrassed flush color her cheeks the same bright hue as her hair. He had come in there, too, sitting down opposite her, staring at her over the top of his magazine, until she had defensively decided to walk down to the corner newsstand to pick up a pocketbook to read. When she had returned, Tom had been watching television and had ignored her, seeming to be lost in another of his sulky moods. She had read several chapters of the book she’d bought, sitting on the patio in the mild spring evening, and the familiar, peaceful, comforting sounds of crickets and the barking of a neighbor’s dog had dispelled all of her foolish fears. She had forgotten all about Tom when she had finally gone in to shower and prepare for bed, forgotten that is until this very moment.

There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Patty started, and in the mirror she could see the door open and Tom Jennings step into the room. He was smiling and carrying a glass of milk in his right hand; the smile seemed somehow odd to Patty, and his eyes were intensely bright as he moved toward her across the carpeted bedroom.

“I brought you a glass of milk,” he said, coming up behind her and leaning close to her as he put the glass down on the vanity.

Patty moistened her lips nervously. “Oh… thank you, Mr. Jennings. That’s… very nice of you.”

“Not at all.” His eyes moved slowly over her, looking into the mirror at her barely concealed breasts, as if he could see through the thin material of her nightie. His eyes dipped lower, looking at the creamy whiteness of her thighs, at the faint hint of her loins where the garment ended even though her legs were pressed tightly together. His smile seemed to widen as he saw her discomfort, and he reached out and touched her bare shoulder, lightly, with the tips of his fingers. Patty jumped involuntarily, the contact of his fingers on her bare flesh somehow hot, somehow repulsive. She shivered.

Jennings laughed silently, and moved away from her to sit on the bed with his legs apart, a lewd position, as if he were exposing his privates to her.

Patty looked sideways at him, quickly, at the way his thin polo shirt stretched taut over his massive chest at the protrusion of his flabby middle, at the way his trousers bunched in his crotch, outlining his penis and testicles against the thin material… She flushed and turned her gaze back to the mirror, continuing to brush her hair, wishing he would leave, feeling once again uneasy – and faintly frightened.

He said at length, “That’s a pretty sexy piece of nightwear you’ve got on there, Patty.”

She didn’t answer. Her throat was suddenly dry.

“I’ll bet Larry really liked it, didn’t he?” Jennings said, and there was no mistaking the vulgarness of his meaning.

Again, Patty said nothing.

“Yes sir,” Jennings said, “I’ll bet my son really got himself all heated up looking at you in that flimsy little nightie.”

Patty took a long breath and exhaled it slowly. “Mr. Jennings, if you don’t mind…”

“Tell me something, honey,” he interrupted.

“What?”

“How is Larry in bed?”

She gasped slightly. “What kind of question is that? I don’t…”

“I’ll bet he’s good. I’ll bet he’s almost as good as his old man. A chip off the old block, so to speak.”

Patty was trembling in earnest now, completely frightened by her father-in-law’s words, his presence and his manner. Go away, she thought fervently. Please go away and leave me alone. I don’t want to hear any more of this kind of talk.

Jennings said, “You must be feeling a little horny now, eh, Patty? I mean, it’s been more than three months since Larry left for Viet Nam, and any warm-blooded woman who’s gone without it for that long a time must be getting hot pants. And you’re a warn-blooded woman, Patty girl, I can tell. Oh yes, old Tom can tell about things like that, old Tom used to be quite a cocksman in his day.

“Stop it!“ she flared suddenly, turning toward him on the vanity seat. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you talking… dirty to me?”

“Talking dirty?” he said with elaborate innocence. “Why, I don’t know what you mean.

“Yes you do!”

He laughed, his eyes staring at her belly, staring at the bottom of her nightie… She realized that she was facing toward him, that he could almost see beneath the nightie at her naked womanhood, and she grew a brilliant crimson and turned away from him again quickly. “Mr. Jennings,” she said, “will you please leave now? I’d like to go to bed.”

“What’s the matter, honey? Don’t you like old Tom?”

“Right at this moment, no…!” she shot back.

“Tell the truth, now,” he said. “You are getting a little horny, aren’t you?”

“No! Now will you – “

Sure you are. I can always tell. It’s the way a woman walks. She walks different when she hasn’t had any loving for a while, when she hasn’t had a nice big cock to satisfy her…”

“Please, Mr. Jennings, stop talking like that!”

“… when she hasn’t had a good, hot wild fuck in a long…”

“Stop it! Stop it!”

“… time and she’s ready for it, ready to be fucked, ready to have a big hot cock shoved up her cunt, a big hot cock like I’ve got, honey girl…”

Patty jumped to her feet, her face livid, her eyes blazing with anger and with fear. “You’re… you’re crazy!“ she shouted at him. “You’re crazy and you’re sick to talk to me like that, your own son’s wife!”

“Oh come on now,” he said, and a thin line of spittle flecked the corners of his thick mouth. “Where do you get that off acting so goddamn righteous? I see the way you parade around here, wearing things like that nightie, wiggling that young hot ass of yours, shaking those big tits. You’re just asking for it, and you know goddamned well you are.”

“No! You really must be sick!“ “Not me,” Jennings said, his eyes travelling ceaselessly, hotly over her. “I’m just a normal man with a cold fish for a wife, a normal man who gets a big hard-on looking at a choice piece of ass like you, son’s wife or not. And what I see when I look at you is a come-on, honey girl!, a big neon sign saying ‘I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked.’ You want cock, baby, you know that and I know it, if you don’t care whose cock, then neither do I. It’s better if we keep it in the family, anyway, don’t you think?”

“You… you animal!”

Jennings stood up suddenly, his eyes narrowing, his big hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Don’t you call me that!” he snarled. “Don’t you ever call me that!“

Patty took a recoiling step backward, staring at him with increasing tenor, seeing the unmistakable bulge which was in evidence along the left leg of his trousers, the faint wet spot which stained the material at the bottom of the bulge. He advanced toward her, licking his lips continuously now, and then he began to talk to her in a low, lusting voice. “Gladys calls me an animal, my own wife, every time I want to fuck her. She called me that on our goddamned wedding night, and she’s been calling me that for twenty-five years. I’ve put up with it for that long because of Larry and because of appearances involving my job. But I don’t have to and I’m not going to put up with it from you, you prick-teasing little bitch!”

“Get… get away from me!”

“The hell I will!” he snapped, backing her against the far wall. His breath was hot and fetid in her face, making her cringe, making a small mewling sound escape her throat. “I haven’t been laid in five months now, two longer than it’s been for you, and I want my nuts cracked. I’ve got a load built up inside me that needs to be let loose, right now, and you, honey girl, are going to let it loose for me inside that hot little belly of yours!”

“No, no, no, no!”

“Oh yes, baby, oh yes. I’ve had enough of your prick-teasing and now I’m going to sample what you’ve been putting on display. And you’re going to cooperate, understand, or I’ll beat the living shit out of you!”

“I’ll… I’ll scream if you touch me!”

“You do and I’ll break your fucking neck!” Jennings spat into her face. “You’ll cooperate bitch! You’ll give me a ride like you give Larry, like you give my son!”

Patty leaned against the cold wall of the bedroom, twisting her head away from the lewdly contorted face which loomed above her. She felt strangely detached, disembodied, as if she was dreaming all of this, as if she could simply shake her head and wake up and find that everything which had happened in these past few minutes had been a terrible nightmare. This just can’t be happening, it just can’t! Her tortured mind screamed. My own father-in-law, my husband’s father, a man I trusted, the husband of a woman who has been like a mother to me… oh God, oh God, such perverted filth can’t be real.

Suddenly, Jennings’ hands shot out, gripping her shoulders with cruel force. He crushed her to him, his lips seeking hers, his hands snaking around behind her as he ground his pelvis against her stomach. She could feel the hard bulge of his rising penis pressed against her abdomen, the lewd ugly feel of his great weapon, and she began to struggle violently, throwing her head from side to side in a vain attempt to escape his questing lips, twisting her body in his squidlike embrace. And then his mouth founds hers and he thrust his long, snaking tongue deep inside, moving it around hers, tasting the roof of her mouth. She tried to clamp down with her teeth over the wet, probing member, but the pressure of his bulbous lips was enough to keep her mouth wedged open. Patty emitted low, agonized sounds as his hands crawled under the bottom of her nightie to cup the soft, resilient mounds of her globular asscheeks, fingers pinching the tender flesh mercilessly. He pulled his tongue from her mouth then, letting it flick across her lips, across her chin and then upward along the smoothness of her face, a hot, foul fire-brand on her sensitive flesh that made her cringe with hate and humiliation.

“Oh, honey girl,” he crooned deep in his chest, “you got the nicest ass I’ve ever felt, so soft, so soft and nice… oh, honey girl, honey girl.

Her brain was whirling, trying desperately to find an avenue of escape from his clutching hands. If she could knee him, crush his scrotum flat with her up-pistoning leg… but no, he was holding her too tightly, she could scarcely even breathe in his vise grip. There was nothing she could do, nothing…

Jennings in that instant gathered his son’s wife into his arms grinding her against his chest, carrying her toward the bed. She wanted to scream, but his threat of moments earlier stilt lingered in her mind; she knew instinctively that he would carry it out, that he would beat her without mercy if she didn’t obey him, and she choked off the cry before it found voice. Jennings threw her down on the bed, breathing hard, staring down at her with his hot, hungry, carnal gaze. Then he reached toward her, and she tried to hunch back, but the headboard prevented her from moving more than a scant few inches, and his curled fingers found the neck of her thin nightie and ripped it with animalistic fury from her body.

Patty heard him suck in his breath, saw the thin line of drool which appeared on one side of his mouth and began to dribble down his chin, as he looked for the first time upon her naked, voluptuous flesh. “Jesus Christ!” Jennings muttered. “Look at those tits! I’ve never seen tits like that on any woman, ever! And your cunt, oh Jesus what a fine juicy young cunt you’ve got, honey girl.”

Patty closed her eyes, trapped, nowhere to go, frightened, helpless, with nothing to do except submit to this… beast who stood slobbering above her. Shame and degradation, utter loathing, ran rampant through her body and even though it was a pathetically futile gesture, she dropped her hands to partially cover her reddish-gold pubic fleece, her soft pink vagina, from his sickly perverted sight. She heard him grunting, the whisper of a zipper… a sound she knew all too well – and some hidden perversity inside her made her open her eyes to look up at him again. He was just struggling out of his trousers, just pulling his white underpants down over his large hairy legs. Then he straightened, leering at her, and she moaned in helpless fright as she saw his huge, throbbing cock standing granite-hard, curving slightly at the tip, from his paunch belly. She had never seen anything so… so ghastly, so horrifying in her life as Tom Jennings’ bloated penis with its pulsating bluish-purple veins surging toward the blood-filled head, tipped with the milky moistness of his escaping seminal fluid. She prayed silently, anguishedly, for blessed unconsciousness to free her from this terrible sight, from the ravagement of her sweet young flesh which would surely take place any moment now. But there was no blackness to take her away from the horror of the moment, no respite at all, and the fear grew within her by leaps and bounds.

Jennings grinned lewdly as he saw the growing terror in her eyes; oh God, she was going to be a fuck and a half, she was going to be the best fuck he had ever had, he was going to show her that a father can be a better man than his son…! He dropped his weight onto the bed, his mouth hanging lax now and his eyes feasting on her alabaster flesh. He reached out one hand and tore her concealing fingers from her pubic area, exposing her lovely young pussy once again to his salacious vision. He put his hands on her knees and moved them slowly upward, and when they reached her thighs he dipped the tips of his fingers between the tightly pressed limbs, trying to draw them apart in order to see all of her cuntal furrow. Patty resisted, locking her legs closed with a cording of her muscles, and Jennings cried out in rage, His fingers gouged into her sensitive flesh, ripped her thighs apart cruelly, viciously, leaving ugly bruise marks on her soft inner thighs which would turn black and blue in just a matter of moments.

“Aaaaaghhhhh!“ Patty screamed in sudden pain as her legs were wrenched open, spread wide and held there by his steellike grip.

“Goddamn you, you teasing little bitch, keep those legs open!” Jennings panted. "Keep ‘em open, or I’ll tie ‘em open and beat you shitless besides!“

He released her then, tentatively watching to see what she would do. Patty wanted to close her thighs again, hide her femininity from this foul creature who was her husband’s father, but his threat and the futility, the terrible and irrevocable futility of the situation, caused her to leave them spread obscenely wide. She closed her eyes again, leaning her head back against the headboard, waiting, praying that it would be over soon.

Jennings stared at the soft, blood-swollen lips of young daughter-in-law’s open vagina and the drool fell from his mouth in a wider stream. Holy Christ, but she had some beautiful cunt! Gladys’ pussy was a dried-up, useless prune in comparison! He stared, fascinated, by the involuntarily wet furrow glistening before his eyes, at the fear-trembling clitoris, flaccid in its reddish covering of flesh. He reached out an almost reverent finger to touch the fluted edges of the sweet young pussy before him, and the power he felt when Patty tried to shrink back away from his touch, tried to contract her cunt lips to escape his probing middle finger, was rapturously enormous. He touched the moist pink phallus, playing with it, reveling in the soft mewling cries which Patty sobbed forth. Then he dipped his finger lower, tracing it along the sensitive flesh of her slit, posing it at the opening of her vaginal orifice, poising it there and then thrusting it savagely deep inside the moist, butter-soft passage.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Patty screamed in agony.

He wiggled his finger around inside, glorying in the soft wetness flowing around it and the way the hole contracted convulsively, closing around the worming digit. He drew it out part way and then thrust it forward again, hearing Patty cry out another time, her hands gripping the chenille bedspread more in humiliation than pain on either side of her. He brought it out, shoved it home… again and again. His cock throbbed and leapt, emitting more seminal fluid as his arousal built higher and higher, and his balls were like great heavy weights, aching and tender below the pulsing shaft. He stared down at the wet, tender cuntal flesh he was ravaging with his finger, spread open like a virginal sacrifice before his feasting eyes, seeming to beckon to him.

He had to have her!

He had to fuck her… right now!

Patty felt Tom Jennings throw himself full length beside her, felt his finger pull from her emit with a wet sucking sound. And then he was crawling on top of her, and she could feel the heavy, sweat-moistened weight of him… like a slippery, sickening snail covering her soft body… and he rose up slightly, taking his bloated cock with his right hand and aiming it toward the helplessly quivering opening of her cunt.

“I’m… going to fuck you now, honey girl!“ he panted evilly down into her face. “I’m going to shove my cock right up into your tight little belly and fuck the living hell out of you!”

Patty moaned and writhed on the bed, tensing her body… and suddenly he thrust downward with his pelvis, sliding his huge, throbbing cock into the moist opening hidden beneath the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy. Patty felt a tremendous surge of excruciating pain and her legs splayed out wildly as she helplessly accepted the full, white-hot length of his immense cock, felt it tearing her soft yielding passage asunder as he flexed his fleshy hips to drive the terrible cudgel deep, deep, deep up into her quivering vaginal flesh.

“Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!”

She felt his hands move down under her, cupping her buttocks, lifting them, squeezing them, and then sliding to the spot where his gigantic cock was pistoning into her. The fingers brushed against the tightly clinging ridges of flesh on either side of her young elastic-like slit and she gasped and jerked her hips sharply, reflexively up against his. He battered brutally into her, burying his hardened pole of cockflesh to the hilt in her quivering vagina, Patty groaned piteously, trying futily to evade the lust-maddened rapist who thrust into her, impaling her on his merciless instrument of torture. His face was pressed between her large, swollen breasts, tracing hot moist kisses there, racing his lips up over one of the globes to suck the involuntarily hardened nipples deep into his mouth, biting it without regard for anything but his own crazed passion. Patty cried out in agonized pain as he nipped the bud between his sharp teeth, rolled his tongue over the tiny sensitive berry, as he flexed and reflexed his pelvis to send his monstrous fire-hot cock far up into her trembling belly.

Patty writhed and bucked beneath his ravagement in a vain attempt to throw him off as a wild stallion would attempt to throw off a rider, but her movements only drove him on to wilder frenzy, to more frantic lickings of her tits, to more savage thrusts into her now-inflamed cunt. He was gasping and panting with sadistic delight, and his thick hot saliva flowed down over her breasts, between their bodies so that his madly pounding torso against hers made wet, slippery, sucking sounds of flesh smacking against flesh in the confines of the silent bedroom.

“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, you’re a wild fuck, honey girl… you’re a wild fuck, wild fuck.

I’m going to cum pretty soon, honey girl, going to fill your hot little belly up with my cum juices…

His filthy, depraved words rang terribly in Patty’s ears, seeming to echo and reverberate inside her head. He was fucking into her with long, hard, pistoning strokes now, as if he were gathering strength for each forward thrust from the very tips of his toes. His hands cupped under her buttocks moved slightly, spreading the crevice between her legs wide to accept his bouncing, sperm-weighed balls, reveling in the feel of his testicles slapping down against the tiny puckered ring of her anus.

Patty was only half-conscious now, and in her semicomatose state she felt that he was going to split her in half with his insane lunges, split her right up the middle with an unhealable fissure, and groans of intense pain burst from her tortured throat, comingling with the sucking sounds of their slapping bodies to bring about a cacophony of noise that seemed to deafen her. Suddenly, she felt him jam into her with his brutal probe even harder, even more frenzied than before, and she knew that he was near his orgasm. She prayed for it, twisted and flailed her body to bring it about, to end this evil rape of her helpless flesh by her own father-in-law.

As if in confirmation of her thoughts, Jennings began to chant, “That’s it, honey girl, that’s it, honey girl, fuck my cock, climb up my cock with your cunt, that’s it, that’s it, that’s iiiitttttttt!”

He rammed forward, ceaselessly, viciously, interpreting her undulating movements as signs of passion within her, as signs of excitement and total lost abandonment in the perverse act, moaning and gurgling, feeling his rod burrow itself far up into her screaming belly, feeling his balls batter almost painfully against her asshole. And then…

“Oh… oh… ohhhhhhhhh, Christ, I’m, I’m there… honey, girl I’m therrrrrreeeeeee, I’m cuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!”

“Uuuuuuuugggggggg!” Patty squealed in pain and terror as the first hot jetting stream of his thick white cum burst through the engorged head of his pile-driving cock, flowing against her womb in a seemingly never-ending gusher of sticky fire, filling her completely, his seed blending with the fluid overflowing her quivering cunt to drench his hands holding her ass spread wide, turn the bedspread into a wet sea of sex juices beneath their thrashing bodies. Finally, at long last, the last droplets of his climax foamed out of the tiny eye of his glans, and he collapsed over her. The weight of him nearly driving the breath from her lungs, heaving and panting. She could feel his cock slowly deflate in her battered vagina until it was a limp and childlike toy that slipped from her sheath with a tiny, anticlimatic popping sound.

She felt the tears, hot and anguished and salty begin to cascade from her eyes, and she turned her head into the pillow, crying unabashedly now. He raised his head, looking down into her flushed, wet face, and grinned satiatedly. “That was really something, wasn’t it, honey girl? Didn’t I tell you old Tom used to be a cocksman? Well, it looks like he still is, eh? It was the greatest, but it could have even been better if you’d only started moving your ass a little sooner… “Shut up!" she screamed suddenly into the pillow. “Shutttt upppp you filthy, disgusting… beast!”

What…!”

“Get off me, get off me, let me up!" she wailed.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“I’m… I’m going to tell your wife what you did to me! I’m going to tell Larry! I’m going to tell whole world! I hope they lock you up in an institution somewhere, a place with bars where you can’t ever prey on women with that… evil thing of yours again!"

He slapped her abruptly, with the open palm of his hand, bringing it up off the bed and lashing it stingingly across her cheek. “You’re not going to tell anybody, you hear me? he grated. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut!“

“No, no…!”

“Goddamn right you are. You say anything to Larry or Gladys, and I’ll swear to hell and highwater that you’re lying, that you made advances to me and when I repulsed them you swore to get even with me. I’ll make you out to be the goddamned fucking gutter whore that you are, you hypocritical little bitch!”

“Oh God, dear God…”

“What’s the matter, you having second thoughts about it now?” Jennings asked contemptuously. “You were really digging my big cock a couple of minutes ago, and now you’re acting like the ravaged virgin. Shit! You’re the one responsible for what just happened, you remember that; you led me into this, swinging around, begging to be fucked and then getting fucked and liking it; and now you got the gall to pretend you were Miss Innocence in the whole affair. You’re nothing but a gutter whore, and if you don’t keep your mouth shut I’ll be the one to tell Gladys and Larry, and where’ll you be then? Right back in the gutter where you damned well belong!”

His brutal, lashing words battered her brain like a series of savage blows, and the tears came hotter and faster from her eyes. He slapped her again and said, “Well? Did you hear me?”

She could only nod, reflexively, her head still turned away from him. He grunted, satisfied, and she felt the crushing weight of his hirsute body lift off her, move to the other side of the bed.

Patty lay there for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a matter of minutes, sensing Jennings’ venal nearness, wanting to escape but knowing there was nowhere to go. She merely lay still, crying out her shame and degradation and torment.

At long last, Jennings said. “I’m going to the head, now; when I come back, honey girl, maybe we can do a little more fucking. You’ll cooperate, won’t you?"

“Yes,” she managed in a tiny, totally defeated voice.

He patted her naked, sweat-dried buttock. “That’s my honey girl,” he said in a tone which was almost gentle. Then she felt his weight lift from the bed, heard him pad into the bathroom. Moments later, there came the sound of the toilet flushing; it seemed empty and faintly ominous in the still and silent house