Sueanne’s father clasped her in his arms.
“My baby,” he said, hugging her, “you’re all right!”
“I’m fine, daddy,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she watched Mike embrace his sweet faced, plump wife. “This nice man took good care of me.”
It only crossed Sueanne’s father’s mind for a moment — the fleeting vision of the rough-bearded burly woodsman between his daughter’s slender legs, the big man’s hips humping in a steady motion as he drove his cock into the blonde young virgin.
How silly, he told himself. He could see the man embracing his wife. He was obviously a good man. Sueanne’s father turned to Mike and extended his hand.
“Thanks, buddy,” he said manfully and clapped Mike on the shoulder. “I really appreciate your taking care of my girl. I’d like to repay you.”
“Forget it, Mr. Rogers,” Mike said, returning the handshake, one big arm still wrapped around his wife. “I was glad to be able to do it.”
“That young man you were out with,” Mr. Rogers said to his daughter, “is really worried sick. We’ll have to let him know that you’re all right. Apparently he tried to get through to the police but his car ran off the road.”
“No wonder,” Sueanne said to herself, “he drove like a maniac.”
“…and the telephone wires were down everywhere.”
“We have to get home,” Mike’s sweet-faced wife said, holding possessively onto her husband’s arm, “our kids are waiting. They’ve been as worried as I have, honey.”
Mike kissed her cheek affectionately and led her down the trail toward the road.
“And you, young lady,” said Sueanne’s father, “have got to get home and get packed. I’m off to Chicago tomorrow morning and you’re going with me.”
“Daddy,” the blonde girl whined, surprised at herself. Usually, she would jump at the opportunity to accompany her handsome father on a business trip, but watching Mike lead his wife down the snowy trail, Sueanne was not at all anxious to leave the area. “Daddy,” she sighed, “I’ll miss school and I can’t afford to. We have two tests scheduled next week.”
“But, darling,” her father said, leading her in Mike and his wife’s deep footsteps, “the maid has two sick children and she can’t sleep in. I can’t leave you in the house alone for a week.”
“Daddy,” Sueanne argued, “I’m a big girl now.”
Mr. Rogers could feel his daughter’s pert full breasts pressing against his arm and he knew, indeed, that his daughter was a big girl. Too big to be left alone in the house for a week. He envisioned waves of teenage boys coming and going, his daughter lying naked on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace, her slender thighs spread open, ready.
“I won’t leave you alone,” he said, raising his voice.
“Daddy,” Sueanne wailed, loud enough for Mike and his wife to hear.
“Now, I don’t want to hear anymore about it, honey,” her father said sternly. “We’ll go home and pack. They expect the airport to be open for traffic by three this afternoon.”
“Daddy,” Sueanne whined childishly. “I don’t want to go and I’m not going!”
Mike’s wife looked around, surprised at the rebellion of the young girl. She was such a pretty little thing and accustomed, Mike’s wife guessed, to having everything her way.
“Maybe we could help,” she said over her shoulder. “She can stay with us, Mr. Rogers. The bus to Rockberg leaves every hour from our corner. She could take it to and from school.”
“You’ve done too much already,” Mr. Rogers argued.
Mike shuddered at the thought of Sueanne in their home. His wife was not stupid by a long shot and he knew it wouldn’t take her much time to read the love-light in Sueanne’s innocent young eyes. Then, they would be in trouble, for sure.
“No trouble at all,” his generous wife said. “Just pick up her clothes and drop her by this afternoon.”
Sueanne selected her laciest things, her prettiest nightwear, and stuffed it along with her toothbrush and school clothes. This was going to be a week of real fun, she thought. She’d let Mike make the choice between her and his wife — right there in the same house. She smiled, thinking of her own pert young body and the plump body of Mike’s wife, stretched, she was sure, from baby-making.
She pictured a scene in which Mike’s wife interrupted them, naked, Mike’s big buttocks plunging downward, cramming his thick shaft between Sueanne’s slim thighs. She would throw Mike out — and Sueanne would be waiting. All the rotten confession stories and bad movies that Sueanne had ever seen, filled with fantasy and romance, raced through her head. She wanted Mike and she thought that now she had the chance to get him, once and for all.
Mike paced the tiled kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth, as his wife stirred the stew on the back burner.
“Stop pacing, honey,” Myrna said sweetly, “I know you had a bad time in the woods…”
“It’s not that,” Mike interrupted, “it’s the kid. I don’t want her here. She’s spoiled rotten.”
“Honey, you told me yourself that having a friend in high places can help you land the accounts you need to get a raise. And Mr. Rogers is just about as high a friend as you can get in this county.”
Mike knew that was true. He also knew that Sueanne’s interest in him was adolescently romantic and he knew for certain that she’d cause him trouble. He sighed and hugged his wife. “Just keep her out of my way, will you, hon?”
“I’ll keep her busy with the babies, Mike,” Myrna promised. “I’ll give her a taste of the way real people live.”
There was no guest room in Mike’s house. He had three bedrooms, one for him and his wife, one for the boys, one for their infant daughter.
“Set up the bed downstairs in the basement,” his wife advised him and Mike trotted down the wooden stairs to the basement which he had, with skill and patience and cheap paneling, converted into a recreation room.
As he pulled out the convertible sofa and patted the pillows into place, he looked up on the wall.
“Hey, hon,” he hollered up the stairs, “Nicky has been writing on the walls again.”
“Miss Williams sucks.” That’s what his son’s graffiti said. Mike laughed. Miss Williams was the first grade teacher and she’d been at the local elementary school since Mike was a first grader. The only thing that Miss Williams might have sucked would be a grapefruit.
“At least,” Myrna called from upstairs, “he’s learning how to write.”
Mike pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and spit on it, rubbing it against the wall. He didn’t get quite all of Miss Williams’ name, but, he did thoroughly remove the words “sucks”.
He shook his head. He was going to have to speak to that kid of his. He was getting out of hand.
Mike looked around, making sure that everything was in order, for the rich, pretty girl. There was an old TV set in the room and it worked well. His son Nick’s phonograph, a cheap dime-store model, sat on the floor. It wasn’t worth much but it played a record. Mike stooped and picked up the records that were strewn nearby.
“Old Mac, the dog and his singing adventures.”
Mike tossed it behind the couch. He figured that Sueanne wouldn’t be interested in “Old Mac, the dog”. Fuck her, he thought angrily, she can bring her own damned records. He was only offering her shelter to please her old man — he wasn’t setting up housekeeping with her. At least, he hoped he wasn’t. He sure wouldn’t like the look in her blue eyes when she last saw him.
He jogged back up the stairs and gave his wife a squeeze on her plump buttocks.
“You know something, woman?” She turned and smiled at him. “I love you.”
Myrna leaned back against him. “I know it,” she said factually. And she did.
“We’ve got to start fooling around at night, honey,” he said and nibbled the back of her neck, “it’s been a long time.”
“Goodness,” Myrna laughed, unaccustomed to the sexual attention of her big husband, “it must have been a long, cold night in that cabin. I’d pray for a blizzard once a week if I knew it would create that kind of reaction.”
Mike laughed and pressed his pelvis against his wife’s buttocks, liking the plumpness, the cushion, the warmth and security of her body next to his.
“I been working too hard, that’s all,” he said in his wife’s ear, “things’ll get better now. I did a lot of thinking in that cabin.”
“I hope so,” she smiled, “but the boys are growing up, you know. First thing you know they’ll be wanting cars and then we got to send them both to college.”
Mike’s ardor wilted.
“I’m going in the living room, hon,” he said and took long strides down the hall, “call me when supper’s ready.”
He sat by the picture window, watching the snow-laden street, dreading the moment when Sueanne’s father would pull up in his expensive car and unload his beautiful daughter right into Mike’s home.
“Daddy, Joe kicked the baby!”
“I did not! I just nudged her a little.”
“Nick,” Mike said to his eldest boy, a replica of himself, “don’t be a tattle-tale.”
“Nnnnnnaaaaa,” Joe screamed. “Tattle-tale, tattle-tale, Daddy called you a tattle-tale.”
He rushed into the kitchen to inform his mother.
“Nick,” Mike said to his boy, ruffling his short dark hair with a big hand, “I saw what you wrote on the wall in the basement.”
Nick blushed and looked at his feet.
“Your daddy spent a lot of time putting up that paneling, son…”
Nick, like his father, was basically a good person. He looked at his dad’s dark eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he said, “I was mad. I’ll wash it off.”
“I’ve already done it,” Mike said.
“I’m sorry,” the boy repeated, “I was real mad.”
“Do you know what it meant?”
“Miss Williams sucks?”
“Yes, son, do you know what that means?”
Nick looked at his feet again. Mike knew that the boy did, in fact, know what it meant.
But Nick didn’t want to embarrass his father.
“No, Dad, I don’t know. It’s just an expression that the gang uses.”
Mike wasn’t fooled. He knew the boy was trying not to embarrass him.
“Well, don’t use that expression again, you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And for pete’s sakes, don’t write on that paneling, either.”
“I won’t, Dad,” the boy said. “I’m sorry.”
Mike extended his big hand and little Nick put his own small hand into it, trying to hold his own in a firm handshake with his strong dad.
The car pulled up just at suppertime and Mike winced as he saw the pretty young girl step out of the car. She leaned back into the window and kissed her beloved daddy and he drove off to the airport and she walked up the slate steps to Mike’s small home.
It wasn’t much, Sueanne thought as she observed the house. A man like Mike deserved more. A big house, gracious, expensive, like her daddy’s. Well, she could certainly survive in it. She’d lived many summers in camps where the facilities were far less than she was accustomed to at home. She’d get along.
She wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of Mike’s two sons. They were carbon copies of their father and Sueanne felt a sharp pang of jealousy as the boys clung shyly to their mother when they were introduced.
Sueanne knew, looking at Myrna, that she was once a pretty girl. But she was a housewife now, a mother and the drudgery of it showed on her once firm body. Her face was still bright and sweet, but the body was that of a plump woman in her thirties. Sueanne was glad she had worn her jersey pants suit, which clung to every perfect curve of her sixteen year old body.
Myrna didn’t seem to notice the girl’s body but Sueanne knew that Mike’s eyes were having trouble staying away from her full breasts, from the indentation that indicated her perfect little buttocks that he had fucked so well the night before.
Well, Myrna, Sueanne thought as they ate dinner, making small talk over the loud noises of the three youngsters, it’s time for Mike to trade you in on a new model.
“We’re all tired,” Myrna announced after doing the dishes while Sueanne sat pertly on a kitchen stool, watching. She moved her hips expertly to catch Mike’s eye now and again. “It’s been a long day.”
Myrna hung the dish cloth up and turned to Sueanne.
“Tomorrow night,” she smiled, “you can take your turn at cooking dinner.”
Sueanne’s heart nearly dropped. She never cooked anything in her life and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of Mike.
She gulped and smiled.
“Mike, honey,” Myrna smiled, “you want to show Sueanne her room while I get the kids to bed?”
Mike led Sueanne down the basement stairs. He could hear his wife moving around upstairs, shuffling the reluctant kids off to their bedrooms.
At the foot of the stairs, Sueanne smiled at the open sofa bed. She pulled Mike to it.
“Mike,” she said, whispering in his ear, her hair flowing across his face, “I’ve missed you so much all afternoon.”
She ran her hand up his slacks and found his soft prick. She closed her fingers on it possessively.
“No, Sueanne,” Mike protested, “my wife’s upstairs. Just cool it, will you?”
But he couldn’t control nature and his prick was hardening in her slender hand. He heard the zipper of his pants and he looked to see her hot young mouth closing on his stiffening prick.
“For heaven’s sakes,” he protested.
But Sueanne felt the prick hardening against the inside of her mouth and she knew that she had won this round. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and felt the hot rod stiffening in her mouth, pressing against her throat. She had hooked her fingers in her slacks and was pulling them down, envisioning her slender legs spread wide on the sofa bed to receive his throbbing dick when Myrna’s voice called from the stairs.
“Everything all right down there?”
Mike pushed Sueanne’s face roughly from his cock.
“Fine, honey,” he called up, “I’m coming right up.”
“You can’t go,” she whispered, “not now. I’m hot for you. I want your thick dick in my cunt.”
The girl’s words inflamed him.
Sueanne knew that he was torn, his hard dick wanting to plunge in her hot cunt, to work that boiling passage until it was ready to really enjoy a good fuck — and the voice of his demanding wife coming from the staircase. She held onto his cock, hopefully, but he pushed her away again and shoved his rod inside his pants and zipped up.
“I’m coming up, honey,” he called, “right now.”
And he turned and mounted the wooden steps, not even looking back at Sueanne.
Furious, she threw herself against the pillow and sobbed.
When the lights in the rest of the house went off and it seemed that everything was silent, Sueanne got up and undressed, crawling between the sheets stark naked, not caring who saw her. She rubbed her long fingers around her body, feeling her own skin leap up to meet her.
Then she heard it. The thump, thump, thump of a bed spring. Mike was fucking his wife. She gave him the hard-on and he was shoving it into his wife! Damn him!
Sueanne’s hand found her nipples and she rubbed them, pretending it was Mike’s hot mouth sucking them to rigidness. She slid a hand down her taut belly to her silky pubis and caressed her seeping slit.
From upstairs, she heard the sound of Mike’s husky voice moaning. He was going to shoot a wad into his wife, damn him.
Sueanne rubbed her clit until it was wet and stiff, then she inserted two stiff fingers in her pulsing cunt hole, moving them in and out in steady rhythm with the pounding of the upstairs bedsprings. He’s fucking me, she assured herself, he’s pretending that he’s fucking me. She drove her fingers deeply, past the broken membrane, fucking hard and fast in motion with the bedsprings.
Those moans are because he thinks he’s fucking me, she kept telling herself, he wants his cock in my cunt. She placed her thumb on her stiff clit so that with every thrust of her fingers into her cunt, she rubbed her clit, bringing her closer to climax.
As the groans upstairs grew louder and the movement on the bed picked up its final lap of speed, pound, pound, pound, Sueanne tossed her head in excited frenzy, slamming her fingers into her cunt, roughly rubbing her clit with her stiff thumb until her hips flailed in the air and her pussy juice covered her hand and thighs — at the same moment, the bed springs stopped upstairs.
They had come together. She smiled and tried to sleep.
It must have been an hour later, Sueanne still tossed, unable to sleep. Knowing Mike was so near — but so far away — she couldn’t relax.
She heard the footsteps moving in the kitchen above her head and her heart gladdened. He’s coming to me, she thought, he waited until his wife went to sleep and he’s coming down here now, coming down with his stiff rod to fuck my cunt. She moved her hips sensuously in anticipation as the footsteps came closer to the wooden stairs and creaked carefully down them, one by one.
Sueanne stared into the darkness, waiting for Mike’s big figure to hover over the bed.
“Honey?”
She sat straight up, holding the bed-covers in front of her nakedness.
“You all right? I heard you tossing arid turning. I know it’s hard to sleep the first night you’re in a strange bed. I brought you a glass of milk.”
It was Myrna, plump and radiant in her bathrobe. She smiled with the beatific face of a well-fucked woman. Sueanne looked at her furiously. What right did she have to come down here, Mike’s semen still hot in her cunt, and flaunt herself in front of Sueanne?
“I don’t want any milk,” she said sharply.
Myrna shrugged and placed the glass on the bedside table.
“I want to tell you that whatever you did in that cabin, whatever you and Mike talked about, it’s changed him. He seems to really know what he wants now. I want to thank you for that.”
Sueanne was puzzled and her face wrinkled as she realized that her affair with big Mike Blocker had served to strengthen, not dissolve, his marriage. Tears came to Sueanne’s eyes and she couldn’t hold them back.
“What is it?”
Myrna’s maternal arms fastened tightly around the girl, holding the slender, sobbing body.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Myrna repeated it gently, hugging the girl tightly to her and stroking her long, blonde hair.
Sueanne buried her face in Myrna’s big breasts, feeling a warmth and closeness to a woman that she had not known before. Her own mother had passed away when she was too little to remember and no one, not even the most caring maids, had held her gently and softly and let her cry until her eyes were dry.
“I’m so mixed up,” Sueanne sobbed into the older woman’s plump, soft breasts, “so confused.”
Myrna’s bathrobe slipped from her full breasts as Sueanne pressed her hot, wet face in closer and soon the girl’s mouth was licking at her full nipple. Myrna gasped at first but was reluctant to push the sobbing girl away. She was, she reasoned, only a child. But as Sueanne’s hot little mouth began to suck on her stiffening nipple, Myrna felt a growing warmth in her groin and it frightened her.
Sueanne was surprised to find herself searching for the erect pink nipple with her hot and hungry mouth. She had certainly not been attracted to Mike’s plump wife, but as she cuddled in her warm, strong arms, the girl found solace in sucking on the woman’s warm big teat and as the nipple grew long and rigid under the talented tutelage of Sueanne’s tongue, the girl felt her groin growing hotter and her cunt swelling and wetting with desire.
She ran her long, slender fingers under Myrna’s robe to find the other breast and fingered its nipple into stiffness, too. The older woman still held tightly to her head and Sueanne heard the almost inaudible groaning escaping from her throat. She pressed against the bigger woman and pushed Myrna gently back onto the sofa bed, exposing both her full breasts to the night air and covering her nipples, one by one, with her hungry, hot young mouth.
Myrna let herself be taken by the girl, her own loins growing hotter with each lick of Sueanne’s talented tongue. Myrna had never done such a thing before — and even in her marital relationship with Mike, she was somewhat stiff and not uninhibited enough to moan and enjoy the act. She never let him suck her cunt or perform any sexual act on her except the missionary fucking position. Myrna thought it was the only natural way. Consequently, her orgasms had been few and she had found her sexual pleasure in masturbation or in “giving herself” wholly to her husband’s thick prick.
The feeling growing in Sueanne’s young cunt was different than the hot, fierce throbbing that she felt at the anticipation of Mike’s big prick. She felt a slower moving, deeper ache inside her cunt as she sucked Myrna’s big nipples and stroked the woman’s full body, reaching with her slender young fingers to find the mat of hair between Myrna’s legs.
Myrna couldn’t say no. She couldn’t say anything at all as she watched the girl’s hot mouth move downward on her body, licking her belly button and finding the crease below her plump belly that preceded her cunt. Sueanne’s tongue moved wisely and well and Myrna only groaned in response as the girl found Myrna’s swollen, throbbing cunt, gaping open with desire.
Sueanne could hardly believe that it was happening. She was actually going to suck the plump, hot cunt of Mike’s wife. And she could hardly wait to do it!
“My baby,” he said, hugging her, “you’re all right!”
“I’m fine, daddy,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she watched Mike embrace his sweet faced, plump wife. “This nice man took good care of me.”
It only crossed Sueanne’s father’s mind for a moment — the fleeting vision of the rough-bearded burly woodsman between his daughter’s slender legs, the big man’s hips humping in a steady motion as he drove his cock into the blonde young virgin.
How silly, he told himself. He could see the man embracing his wife. He was obviously a good man. Sueanne’s father turned to Mike and extended his hand.
“Thanks, buddy,” he said manfully and clapped Mike on the shoulder. “I really appreciate your taking care of my girl. I’d like to repay you.”
“Forget it, Mr. Rogers,” Mike said, returning the handshake, one big arm still wrapped around his wife. “I was glad to be able to do it.”
“That young man you were out with,” Mr. Rogers said to his daughter, “is really worried sick. We’ll have to let him know that you’re all right. Apparently he tried to get through to the police but his car ran off the road.”
“No wonder,” Sueanne said to herself, “he drove like a maniac.”
“…and the telephone wires were down everywhere.”
“We have to get home,” Mike’s sweet-faced wife said, holding possessively onto her husband’s arm, “our kids are waiting. They’ve been as worried as I have, honey.”
Mike kissed her cheek affectionately and led her down the trail toward the road.
“And you, young lady,” said Sueanne’s father, “have got to get home and get packed. I’m off to Chicago tomorrow morning and you’re going with me.”
“Daddy,” the blonde girl whined, surprised at herself. Usually, she would jump at the opportunity to accompany her handsome father on a business trip, but watching Mike lead his wife down the snowy trail, Sueanne was not at all anxious to leave the area. “Daddy,” she sighed, “I’ll miss school and I can’t afford to. We have two tests scheduled next week.”
“But, darling,” her father said, leading her in Mike and his wife’s deep footsteps, “the maid has two sick children and she can’t sleep in. I can’t leave you in the house alone for a week.”
“Daddy,” Sueanne argued, “I’m a big girl now.”
Mr. Rogers could feel his daughter’s pert full breasts pressing against his arm and he knew, indeed, that his daughter was a big girl. Too big to be left alone in the house for a week. He envisioned waves of teenage boys coming and going, his daughter lying naked on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace, her slender thighs spread open, ready.
“I won’t leave you alone,” he said, raising his voice.
“Daddy,” Sueanne wailed, loud enough for Mike and his wife to hear.
“Now, I don’t want to hear anymore about it, honey,” her father said sternly. “We’ll go home and pack. They expect the airport to be open for traffic by three this afternoon.”
“Daddy,” Sueanne whined childishly. “I don’t want to go and I’m not going!”
Mike’s wife looked around, surprised at the rebellion of the young girl. She was such a pretty little thing and accustomed, Mike’s wife guessed, to having everything her way.
“Maybe we could help,” she said over her shoulder. “She can stay with us, Mr. Rogers. The bus to Rockberg leaves every hour from our corner. She could take it to and from school.”
“You’ve done too much already,” Mr. Rogers argued.
Mike shuddered at the thought of Sueanne in their home. His wife was not stupid by a long shot and he knew it wouldn’t take her much time to read the love-light in Sueanne’s innocent young eyes. Then, they would be in trouble, for sure.
“No trouble at all,” his generous wife said. “Just pick up her clothes and drop her by this afternoon.”
Sueanne selected her laciest things, her prettiest nightwear, and stuffed it along with her toothbrush and school clothes. This was going to be a week of real fun, she thought. She’d let Mike make the choice between her and his wife — right there in the same house. She smiled, thinking of her own pert young body and the plump body of Mike’s wife, stretched, she was sure, from baby-making.
She pictured a scene in which Mike’s wife interrupted them, naked, Mike’s big buttocks plunging downward, cramming his thick shaft between Sueanne’s slim thighs. She would throw Mike out — and Sueanne would be waiting. All the rotten confession stories and bad movies that Sueanne had ever seen, filled with fantasy and romance, raced through her head. She wanted Mike and she thought that now she had the chance to get him, once and for all.
Mike paced the tiled kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth, as his wife stirred the stew on the back burner.
“Stop pacing, honey,” Myrna said sweetly, “I know you had a bad time in the woods…”
“It’s not that,” Mike interrupted, “it’s the kid. I don’t want her here. She’s spoiled rotten.”
“Honey, you told me yourself that having a friend in high places can help you land the accounts you need to get a raise. And Mr. Rogers is just about as high a friend as you can get in this county.”
Mike knew that was true. He also knew that Sueanne’s interest in him was adolescently romantic and he knew for certain that she’d cause him trouble. He sighed and hugged his wife. “Just keep her out of my way, will you, hon?”
“I’ll keep her busy with the babies, Mike,” Myrna promised. “I’ll give her a taste of the way real people live.”
There was no guest room in Mike’s house. He had three bedrooms, one for him and his wife, one for the boys, one for their infant daughter.
“Set up the bed downstairs in the basement,” his wife advised him and Mike trotted down the wooden stairs to the basement which he had, with skill and patience and cheap paneling, converted into a recreation room.
As he pulled out the convertible sofa and patted the pillows into place, he looked up on the wall.
“Hey, hon,” he hollered up the stairs, “Nicky has been writing on the walls again.”
“Miss Williams sucks.” That’s what his son’s graffiti said. Mike laughed. Miss Williams was the first grade teacher and she’d been at the local elementary school since Mike was a first grader. The only thing that Miss Williams might have sucked would be a grapefruit.
“At least,” Myrna called from upstairs, “he’s learning how to write.”
Mike pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and spit on it, rubbing it against the wall. He didn’t get quite all of Miss Williams’ name, but, he did thoroughly remove the words “sucks”.
He shook his head. He was going to have to speak to that kid of his. He was getting out of hand.
Mike looked around, making sure that everything was in order, for the rich, pretty girl. There was an old TV set in the room and it worked well. His son Nick’s phonograph, a cheap dime-store model, sat on the floor. It wasn’t worth much but it played a record. Mike stooped and picked up the records that were strewn nearby.
“Old Mac, the dog and his singing adventures.”
Mike tossed it behind the couch. He figured that Sueanne wouldn’t be interested in “Old Mac, the dog”. Fuck her, he thought angrily, she can bring her own damned records. He was only offering her shelter to please her old man — he wasn’t setting up housekeeping with her. At least, he hoped he wasn’t. He sure wouldn’t like the look in her blue eyes when she last saw him.
He jogged back up the stairs and gave his wife a squeeze on her plump buttocks.
“You know something, woman?” She turned and smiled at him. “I love you.”
Myrna leaned back against him. “I know it,” she said factually. And she did.
“We’ve got to start fooling around at night, honey,” he said and nibbled the back of her neck, “it’s been a long time.”
“Goodness,” Myrna laughed, unaccustomed to the sexual attention of her big husband, “it must have been a long, cold night in that cabin. I’d pray for a blizzard once a week if I knew it would create that kind of reaction.”
Mike laughed and pressed his pelvis against his wife’s buttocks, liking the plumpness, the cushion, the warmth and security of her body next to his.
“I been working too hard, that’s all,” he said in his wife’s ear, “things’ll get better now. I did a lot of thinking in that cabin.”
“I hope so,” she smiled, “but the boys are growing up, you know. First thing you know they’ll be wanting cars and then we got to send them both to college.”
Mike’s ardor wilted.
“I’m going in the living room, hon,” he said and took long strides down the hall, “call me when supper’s ready.”
He sat by the picture window, watching the snow-laden street, dreading the moment when Sueanne’s father would pull up in his expensive car and unload his beautiful daughter right into Mike’s home.
“Daddy, Joe kicked the baby!”
“I did not! I just nudged her a little.”
“Nick,” Mike said to his eldest boy, a replica of himself, “don’t be a tattle-tale.”
“Nnnnnnaaaaa,” Joe screamed. “Tattle-tale, tattle-tale, Daddy called you a tattle-tale.”
He rushed into the kitchen to inform his mother.
“Nick,” Mike said to his boy, ruffling his short dark hair with a big hand, “I saw what you wrote on the wall in the basement.”
Nick blushed and looked at his feet.
“Your daddy spent a lot of time putting up that paneling, son…”
Nick, like his father, was basically a good person. He looked at his dad’s dark eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he said, “I was mad. I’ll wash it off.”
“I’ve already done it,” Mike said.
“I’m sorry,” the boy repeated, “I was real mad.”
“Do you know what it meant?”
“Miss Williams sucks?”
“Yes, son, do you know what that means?”
Nick looked at his feet again. Mike knew that the boy did, in fact, know what it meant.
But Nick didn’t want to embarrass his father.
“No, Dad, I don’t know. It’s just an expression that the gang uses.”
Mike wasn’t fooled. He knew the boy was trying not to embarrass him.
“Well, don’t use that expression again, you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And for pete’s sakes, don’t write on that paneling, either.”
“I won’t, Dad,” the boy said. “I’m sorry.”
Mike extended his big hand and little Nick put his own small hand into it, trying to hold his own in a firm handshake with his strong dad.
The car pulled up just at suppertime and Mike winced as he saw the pretty young girl step out of the car. She leaned back into the window and kissed her beloved daddy and he drove off to the airport and she walked up the slate steps to Mike’s small home.
It wasn’t much, Sueanne thought as she observed the house. A man like Mike deserved more. A big house, gracious, expensive, like her daddy’s. Well, she could certainly survive in it. She’d lived many summers in camps where the facilities were far less than she was accustomed to at home. She’d get along.
She wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of Mike’s two sons. They were carbon copies of their father and Sueanne felt a sharp pang of jealousy as the boys clung shyly to their mother when they were introduced.
Sueanne knew, looking at Myrna, that she was once a pretty girl. But she was a housewife now, a mother and the drudgery of it showed on her once firm body. Her face was still bright and sweet, but the body was that of a plump woman in her thirties. Sueanne was glad she had worn her jersey pants suit, which clung to every perfect curve of her sixteen year old body.
Myrna didn’t seem to notice the girl’s body but Sueanne knew that Mike’s eyes were having trouble staying away from her full breasts, from the indentation that indicated her perfect little buttocks that he had fucked so well the night before.
Well, Myrna, Sueanne thought as they ate dinner, making small talk over the loud noises of the three youngsters, it’s time for Mike to trade you in on a new model.
“We’re all tired,” Myrna announced after doing the dishes while Sueanne sat pertly on a kitchen stool, watching. She moved her hips expertly to catch Mike’s eye now and again. “It’s been a long day.”
Myrna hung the dish cloth up and turned to Sueanne.
“Tomorrow night,” she smiled, “you can take your turn at cooking dinner.”
Sueanne’s heart nearly dropped. She never cooked anything in her life and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of Mike.
She gulped and smiled.
“Mike, honey,” Myrna smiled, “you want to show Sueanne her room while I get the kids to bed?”
Mike led Sueanne down the basement stairs. He could hear his wife moving around upstairs, shuffling the reluctant kids off to their bedrooms.
At the foot of the stairs, Sueanne smiled at the open sofa bed. She pulled Mike to it.
“Mike,” she said, whispering in his ear, her hair flowing across his face, “I’ve missed you so much all afternoon.”
She ran her hand up his slacks and found his soft prick. She closed her fingers on it possessively.
“No, Sueanne,” Mike protested, “my wife’s upstairs. Just cool it, will you?”
But he couldn’t control nature and his prick was hardening in her slender hand. He heard the zipper of his pants and he looked to see her hot young mouth closing on his stiffening prick.
“For heaven’s sakes,” he protested.
But Sueanne felt the prick hardening against the inside of her mouth and she knew that she had won this round. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and felt the hot rod stiffening in her mouth, pressing against her throat. She had hooked her fingers in her slacks and was pulling them down, envisioning her slender legs spread wide on the sofa bed to receive his throbbing dick when Myrna’s voice called from the stairs.
“Everything all right down there?”
Mike pushed Sueanne’s face roughly from his cock.
“Fine, honey,” he called up, “I’m coming right up.”
“You can’t go,” she whispered, “not now. I’m hot for you. I want your thick dick in my cunt.”
The girl’s words inflamed him.
Sueanne knew that he was torn, his hard dick wanting to plunge in her hot cunt, to work that boiling passage until it was ready to really enjoy a good fuck — and the voice of his demanding wife coming from the staircase. She held onto his cock, hopefully, but he pushed her away again and shoved his rod inside his pants and zipped up.
“I’m coming up, honey,” he called, “right now.”
And he turned and mounted the wooden steps, not even looking back at Sueanne.
Furious, she threw herself against the pillow and sobbed.
When the lights in the rest of the house went off and it seemed that everything was silent, Sueanne got up and undressed, crawling between the sheets stark naked, not caring who saw her. She rubbed her long fingers around her body, feeling her own skin leap up to meet her.
Then she heard it. The thump, thump, thump of a bed spring. Mike was fucking his wife. She gave him the hard-on and he was shoving it into his wife! Damn him!
Sueanne’s hand found her nipples and she rubbed them, pretending it was Mike’s hot mouth sucking them to rigidness. She slid a hand down her taut belly to her silky pubis and caressed her seeping slit.
From upstairs, she heard the sound of Mike’s husky voice moaning. He was going to shoot a wad into his wife, damn him.
Sueanne rubbed her clit until it was wet and stiff, then she inserted two stiff fingers in her pulsing cunt hole, moving them in and out in steady rhythm with the pounding of the upstairs bedsprings. He’s fucking me, she assured herself, he’s pretending that he’s fucking me. She drove her fingers deeply, past the broken membrane, fucking hard and fast in motion with the bedsprings.
Those moans are because he thinks he’s fucking me, she kept telling herself, he wants his cock in my cunt. She placed her thumb on her stiff clit so that with every thrust of her fingers into her cunt, she rubbed her clit, bringing her closer to climax.
As the groans upstairs grew louder and the movement on the bed picked up its final lap of speed, pound, pound, pound, Sueanne tossed her head in excited frenzy, slamming her fingers into her cunt, roughly rubbing her clit with her stiff thumb until her hips flailed in the air and her pussy juice covered her hand and thighs — at the same moment, the bed springs stopped upstairs.
They had come together. She smiled and tried to sleep.
It must have been an hour later, Sueanne still tossed, unable to sleep. Knowing Mike was so near — but so far away — she couldn’t relax.
She heard the footsteps moving in the kitchen above her head and her heart gladdened. He’s coming to me, she thought, he waited until his wife went to sleep and he’s coming down here now, coming down with his stiff rod to fuck my cunt. She moved her hips sensuously in anticipation as the footsteps came closer to the wooden stairs and creaked carefully down them, one by one.
Sueanne stared into the darkness, waiting for Mike’s big figure to hover over the bed.
“Honey?”
She sat straight up, holding the bed-covers in front of her nakedness.
“You all right? I heard you tossing arid turning. I know it’s hard to sleep the first night you’re in a strange bed. I brought you a glass of milk.”
It was Myrna, plump and radiant in her bathrobe. She smiled with the beatific face of a well-fucked woman. Sueanne looked at her furiously. What right did she have to come down here, Mike’s semen still hot in her cunt, and flaunt herself in front of Sueanne?
“I don’t want any milk,” she said sharply.
Myrna shrugged and placed the glass on the bedside table.
“I want to tell you that whatever you did in that cabin, whatever you and Mike talked about, it’s changed him. He seems to really know what he wants now. I want to thank you for that.”
Sueanne was puzzled and her face wrinkled as she realized that her affair with big Mike Blocker had served to strengthen, not dissolve, his marriage. Tears came to Sueanne’s eyes and she couldn’t hold them back.
“What is it?”
Myrna’s maternal arms fastened tightly around the girl, holding the slender, sobbing body.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Myrna repeated it gently, hugging the girl tightly to her and stroking her long, blonde hair.
Sueanne buried her face in Myrna’s big breasts, feeling a warmth and closeness to a woman that she had not known before. Her own mother had passed away when she was too little to remember and no one, not even the most caring maids, had held her gently and softly and let her cry until her eyes were dry.
“I’m so mixed up,” Sueanne sobbed into the older woman’s plump, soft breasts, “so confused.”
Myrna’s bathrobe slipped from her full breasts as Sueanne pressed her hot, wet face in closer and soon the girl’s mouth was licking at her full nipple. Myrna gasped at first but was reluctant to push the sobbing girl away. She was, she reasoned, only a child. But as Sueanne’s hot little mouth began to suck on her stiffening nipple, Myrna felt a growing warmth in her groin and it frightened her.
Sueanne was surprised to find herself searching for the erect pink nipple with her hot and hungry mouth. She had certainly not been attracted to Mike’s plump wife, but as she cuddled in her warm, strong arms, the girl found solace in sucking on the woman’s warm big teat and as the nipple grew long and rigid under the talented tutelage of Sueanne’s tongue, the girl felt her groin growing hotter and her cunt swelling and wetting with desire.
She ran her long, slender fingers under Myrna’s robe to find the other breast and fingered its nipple into stiffness, too. The older woman still held tightly to her head and Sueanne heard the almost inaudible groaning escaping from her throat. She pressed against the bigger woman and pushed Myrna gently back onto the sofa bed, exposing both her full breasts to the night air and covering her nipples, one by one, with her hungry, hot young mouth.
Myrna let herself be taken by the girl, her own loins growing hotter with each lick of Sueanne’s talented tongue. Myrna had never done such a thing before — and even in her marital relationship with Mike, she was somewhat stiff and not uninhibited enough to moan and enjoy the act. She never let him suck her cunt or perform any sexual act on her except the missionary fucking position. Myrna thought it was the only natural way. Consequently, her orgasms had been few and she had found her sexual pleasure in masturbation or in “giving herself” wholly to her husband’s thick prick.
The feeling growing in Sueanne’s young cunt was different than the hot, fierce throbbing that she felt at the anticipation of Mike’s big prick. She felt a slower moving, deeper ache inside her cunt as she sucked Myrna’s big nipples and stroked the woman’s full body, reaching with her slender young fingers to find the mat of hair between Myrna’s legs.
Myrna couldn’t say no. She couldn’t say anything at all as she watched the girl’s hot mouth move downward on her body, licking her belly button and finding the crease below her plump belly that preceded her cunt. Sueanne’s tongue moved wisely and well and Myrna only groaned in response as the girl found Myrna’s swollen, throbbing cunt, gaping open with desire.
Sueanne could hardly believe that it was happening. She was actually going to suck the plump, hot cunt of Mike’s wife. And she could hardly wait to do it!
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