Sue Anderson stepped into the shower cubicle, flipped her towel over the door, and turned on the water. An invisible crust from the salt water in the pool made her skin itch, and had left her deep-red hair stiff and kinky. Moving under the hat spray, she tipped her head back and let the steaming water comb its way through her thick hair, sluicing away the salt.
She had just unfastened the neck strap of her suit when there was a knack on the door. Cautiously holding up the cups of her suit top, she slid the bolt on the door back and opened it a crack. "Yes?"
Carl Randall let his appreciative gaze rake over her, stared insolently at her lush tits, her trim waist, her full hips. "Hello there, Mrs. Anderson," he said boldly. "I thought maybe you could use some help washing your back." He pulled the door open and stepped into the four foot by four foot shower stall.
"What? What are you doing?" Sue stammered, absolutely aghast. The nearness of the tall, tanned, too-handsome lifeguard made her heart hammer. She, and most of the attractive women around, were used to his wisecracks and the way he continually undressed them with his hot brown eyes. The knot of sexual hunger that had been gnawing at her all morning suddenly became more demanding. Defensively, she tugged upward on the bra of her suit.
Carl took the bar of soap out of the wire rack above the shower knobs. His white teeth seemed to almost glare against his tan face. His smile was confident, humorless. "Told you, I'm going to wash your back," he answered boldly.
Sue fought to keep control of herself. The intimate nearness of the handsome lifeguard was making her pulse race. "Aren't you supposed to be on duty at the pool right now?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice steady and normal.
"Stan's on duty right now," Carl answered. "Here, let me wash the salt off you." He reached out with his soapy hands.
Sue dodged away, but he easily caught one of her arms. There really wasn't much place she could go in the confined space. His grip was incredibly strong, but strangely, it didn't hurt. Sue felt a wave of beat sweep through her from his touch. Her legs were shaky, and she knew it wasn't from fear.
"You get out of here," she whispered hoarsely.
Carl ignored her. Keeping hold of her arm with one hand, his other soap-covered paw swept down from her throat – and, through her suit, cupped one of her full, heavy, womanly breasts. Sue felt a searing wall of fire sweeping out through her body from the unexpectedly intimate touch. Her nipples stiffened and thrust impatiently against the confining suit. Her legs felt weaker than ever.
"I-I'll scream," she whispered desperately.
With deliberate, insolent self-assurance, Carl released her breast and pulled the thin strap she was still holding through her limp fingers. "I don't think so," he replied softly. "I don't think you're going to say a thing. You're too hot and horny to do anything but enjoy this."
Sue tried to squeeze out a denial of this, and filled. She was melting inside, all resistance was fading like a mist in the face of her blistering passion. She whimpered deep in her throat.
Carl pulled downward on the strap, making the cup of her top half of Sue's two-piece suit fold down and expose more and more of the untanned flesh of her full breast.
"Thirty-six C," Carl estimated.
"Thirty-seven," Sue corrected, the words catching in her throat. Why was she encouraging this animal? Responding to him?
"Nice," Carl murmured in a hungry whisper, his eyes riveted on her white flesh as he bared more and more of it. Where the sun had touched her, above her bra, she was tanned lightly, freckled heavily. But where the top of her suit had protected her, she was pale white, so colorless that a faint blue vein showed through her alabaster skin. The curving pink arc of a portion of her areola showed.
Carl paused, releasing the strap. Sue still held onto the other thin strip of cloth desperately, as if it were some kind of lifeline. Carl cupped her cheek, his thumb under the angle of her jaw. He tipped her head back, lowered his mouth to hers, and drilled his tongue part her unresisting lips.
In spite of herself, Sue found her free arm going around Carl's neck. His skin was smooth, slick and hot under her palm as she drew herself against him in response to his searing kiss. Desperate sexual need was blazing through her. She pressed her partially covered breasts against Carl's smooth, hairless chest.
God! What was happening to her? That tiny knot of sexual hunger had swelled and grown in her until it was driving everything else before it. How could she be doing this?
But, why shouldn't she be doing this? one corner of her mind asked angrily. When had been the last time she and Jerry had made love? It had been weeks, perhaps months even.
Outwardly, Sue had every right to be totally content with her life. She and Jerry had married young, and she had had two children in short order. Now, Jerry's manufacturing business was a success, and the children were getting private education that neither Sue nor Jerry had ever had a chance at. Jerry's business was profitable and secure enough to pay for the yacht club membership, and let them both play hooky from time to time, the way they had today. She should have been completely at ease.
But, she wasn't. As she had sunned by the big pool, feeling the heat on her trim, bare midriff, there had been that undeniable hunger in her guts. What was wrong? She and Jerry had been passionate lovers since their wedding night. Until recently, that is. Then it had all just sort of faded out, for no reason. Sue had not gained an ounce since Judy had been born. Knowing how Jerry felt, she had even enrolled in a dance class to get her tummy flat again, her ass tight, her thighs smooth and graceful. She had kept herself in perfect shape for fifteen years now, and was proud of her figure.
But Jerry had made no move to even touch her in weeks.
So why shouldn't she respond to the handsome lifeguard's interest in her? Intellectually, she knew the argument wouldn't hold water. The old adage of two wrongs not making a fight. Besides, she was certain Jerry wasn't cheating on her. They were together too much for that, and Jerry was too honest and transparent to pull it, off without her detecting it.
But her animal instincts were driving her more closely against Carl, making her open her mouth further to his probing tongue, making her press her crotch against one of his strong thighs. When he let go of her arm, she didn't try to get away. He drew the thin strap through her unresisting fingers, and she put her other arm around his neck, too. His arms were around her, and she felt his fingers puzzling out the knot at the back of her suit. She felt it loosen, and knew he had figured it out. Only the pressure of her body against his was keeping the suit top in place.
She made one last desperate attempt to avoid what was coming. Clinging frantically to her bra, she wrestled free from him and backed away, fetching up against the back wall of the shower stall. A wide bar of sunlight came in over the top of the door and splashed across her hips.
"N-Now you just get out of here," she stammered unconvincingly. "This has gone far enough." The tremor in her voice belied her words. She didn't really want this to stop. She wanted this brazen young man, wanted him desperately.
Carl reached out and took hold of the hand she was using to keep her breasts covered. Gently, he took her hand away, baring her large, firm tits.
He drew her forward, away from the wall, and the bar of sunlight across her moved upward, from her hips to her midriff, until it fell across the white globes of her breasts. The twin mounds stood out proudly. Her large nipples stood up tensely with excitement in the exact center of the areolas.
Sue stood with her head hanging slightly, her eyes closed, filled with shame and horror. Her hands were dangling at her sides. But still, she kept her back straight, her shoulders back, so her tits thrust out, and didn't sag at all.
"Beautiful," Carl breathed softly. He reached out and touched one big mound reverently. He brushed his fingers over the tip, making her nipple burn with excitement. Lovingly, he let his fingers circle over the top, down the outside, then under and back up the inside of one beautiful orb. Her upward-tilted nipple was a hard, sharp, demanding peak.
The top to Sue's suit dropped to the floor with a soggy plop, forgotten. She was squeezing her eyes shut against tears of shame as she let herself be caressed.
Then Carl brought both hands into play, lifting her breasts, marveling at their full, warm weight. He cupped them, intrigued that they were too large for his hands to cover. He thought of the young girls, the teenagers that were his usual prey, and found them wanting. Youth was one thing, but this was a full-grown woman he was caressing, full-busted and experienced.
His hard-on was agonizingly painful from the confinement of his tight jock strap and swim suit. Certain of his ultimate victory now, he released Sue, and untied the string at the waist of his suit. Hooking his thumbs in the tight nylon, he pushed it down, calmly and confidently stripping himself naked. His rock-hard cock surged out eagerly toward Sue.
Sue's eyes fastened on that tower of gristle, that stabbing shaft of masculine desire. It was gorgeous. It was the only thing in the world she really wanted. It held her paralyzed with desire. It was a shadowy bar in the dimness, illuminated by the light reflected from her breasts as she faced him.
Carl reached for Sue's waist, gripped it, and drew her in toward him. His cock poked her in the stomach, and he shifted. The stiff rod of gristle tipped upward, sliding up her stomach as he drew her in against him. His ready prick was an iron hard lava hot bar between his hard flat stomach and her soft tender one. Her breasts touched his smooth, hairless chest, her nipples scraping his skin. Then those lush mounds were flattening like twin cushions. He was pressing her tightly against himself, until at last her arms responded, and went around his lean, hard body. Ashamed of the lust that was blazing through her, Sue had her head sideways against his chest. His chin just cleared the top of her head. She could hear he hot rush of his breathing with the ear she had pressed against his chest. She could hear the terrifying pounding of his heart. Her breasts ached with desire. Her crotch was a hot sticky swamp between her thighs.
Carl slid his hands down Sue's back, under the edge of the remaining half of her suit. He pressed his hands down inside the bottom of her suit until he had gained possession of her soft warm asscheeks. He pressed her pubic mound against him tightly.
Sue let her pelvis tilt to press her pussy against him more intimately. She was no longer making any attempt at all to conceal her desperate sexual need. She was going to be fucked by this man, this insolent stud. She knew she was going to be just another of his conquests, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the brutal cock she could feel against her stomach. All that mattered was that she would get that wonderful, filling, satisfying thing thrust into her starving cunt.
Carl premed the bottom of her suit down, lowering it, thrusting it down over the full swell of her buttocks. The front of it resisted, then slipped down over her belly, until she felt her pussy being exposed. She had pulled away from him enough to let him strip her, and she felt cool air and the splatter from the shower touching her thick, red pubic bush.
Carl stopped when he had her suit bunched around her upper thighs. He had shown her what he wanted. Now it was up to her to finish the tank. He was not going to kneel before her to push her suit down the rest of the way.
Sue hooked her thumb in her suit and shoved it down her legs. She felt more naked than she ever had in her life. It was an act of total submission, this stripping off of her last covering, her last protection. She felt the spray of the water sting her bare flank, felt cool air caressing her pussy and her ass.
She stepped out of the soggy tangle around her ankles, and stood submissively in front of the aroused lifeguard. No longer was she just undressed by his imagination. Now she was really naked in front of him. She wondered if she measured up to his speculation. Did she look as good naked as he had imagined?
Carl said nothing, just stared at the naked woman in front of him. She was more beautiful more desirable than he had imagined. He had expected at least a small pot on her, but there was none. Her stomach was as trim and flat as a teenager's. Her breasts were full and mature, but didn't have any sag to speak of, just enough to show how full and heavy they were.
She stood with her shapely legs pressed tightly together, her hands at her sides. Nestled into the intersection of her thighs was a thick, exciting, dark-red triangle. Carl gathered her in, and drove [missing text].
Moving forward, her back against the wall. He pinned her warm body against the wall with his hard bulk. Her arms were around him, her body yielding and submissive as he brought his lips down on hers for another demanding kiss. She was responding, thrusting back with her own tongue. Her thighs spread to admit one of his, and he could feel her pubic bush as she pressed her hot, hungry aunt against him. She was obviously blazing hot for him. He had not read her mood wrong. He had a sixth sense that told him when a woman was vulnerable, and many of them around here were. The young chicks were eager to experiment, to learn, and he was more than willing to teach them. Some of the older women approached him, propositioned him. Bored suburban housewives out for a thrill, many of them bold enough to come right out and ask. Others were just waiting to be plucked from the beaches.
He had had his eye on this one far a long time. He had been able to spot that red hair of hers from clear across the pool, even when there was a crowd. Time after time he had mentally peeled her naked. The reality was even better. He had always had the feeling that this one was one he was not going to get. There had been something different about her, an aura of total confidence and satisfaction that was like an armor-plated shield. He had known she would never come to him. And he also knew that if he had just come up to her and asked, she would have laughed in his face, and brushed him off as if he were a child.
But that had been a month ago. Then something about her had begun to change. For some reason, her invulnerable self-confidence had begun to fade. There had been something about her that had told him that things were changing, that Mrs. Sue Anderson was coming on the market, that he was going to get a shot at her. When she had left the pool today and headed for the lockers, he had gotten Stan to take his place and followed her. It was earlier than she usually left the pool, maybe that had been his hint. At any rate, he had known that today was the day to make his move.
And now he was feeling her soft, warm, hungry body against his. Well, he was going to give it to her. He was going to love giving it to her. This was one piece of ass he was going to really, really enjoy.
He pushed back, and gazed at her hungrily as she leaned limply against the wall. She was wide open to him, her legs spread, her palms pressed against the wall, her face tipped up so he could kiss her, if he wanted to.
He cupped one of her full breasts again, and then watched how her nipple bounced when he tweaked it with his thumb. He marveled at the way her soft warm flesh molded itself to his demanding fingers.
His other hand stroked down over her hot belly. His fingers plunged into the tangling forest of her bush, and found the soft, hot, yielding labia. Boldly, he pressed his finger into her searing, dripping crevice. Her burning cunt swallowed his finger, sucking it in.
The rough wall was cold against Sue's back. The hand that touched her breast, fired her nipple and squeezed her firmly was hot, and hard, and heavy. And then another hand was stroking down over her belly, entering her pubic bush. Her legs slid still further open, her knees bent to give him total access to her cunt. That heavy, rough finger driving in to her vagina was the best thing that had happened to that hole in weeks. A flood of juice had greeted the invasion, a hot, sticky wave of eagerness.
Sue writhed against the wall as fiery lust boiled through her. She stood pressing back against the wall, squirming around the finger in her cunt. She twisted helplessly in the grip of overwhelming passion as the handsome lifeguard insolently penetrated her willing body.
Blindly, with a begging motion, Sue reached out with her right hand. Her fingers bumped against a hard hip. Like a tiny, sightless animal, her hand sought over that hard, hot, smooth expanse of skin. Her fingers found twisting, wiry hair, then the heavy, hard base of what they were seeking. She wrapped them around the hard bar of live meat and felt it tremble in her grasp. She squeezed it, testing its hardness. She stroked it, feeling the skin slip over the hard core. She ran one finger delicately around the groove where glans joined shaft, and felt the entire cock shiver from the touch on its nerve-loaded underside.
She tried to ignore what her touch was telling her. This was not the cock she was used to. This prick was different. It was smaller, but that was not what was bothering her. Jerry was the only man she had ever had, the only man she had ever wanted to have, until right now. She was being unfaithful to her husband of seventeen years. She was letting her body be probed and fondled by a virtual stranger, while she herself touched him in the most intimate of ways.
And she was going to let him make love to her. She knew she was going to let him make love to her. Well, perhaps "make love" was the wrong phrase. She was going to let him screw her. She was going to let him fuck her. She was going to let him pump his cock into her cunt, and squirt his full load of cum into her belly. And she knew she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
"Hurry up," she urged hoarsely, not because she was horny, but to cut off her train of thought. "Hurry up!"
Carl gloated as he pumped his finger in her dripping cunt. This cool, confident, red-headed bitch was begging for it. She was actually reduced to begging for it. Well, she was going to get it. She was really going to get it, all right. That hot hand of hers on his erect prick had raised him right to the boiling point. Only one thing was going to feel better than that dainty hand around his cock: her hungry cunt.
Sue felt his probing finger rip out of her pussy, and the loss made her sag with misery. Then he was hooking his hands under her armpits, lifting her, driving her back against the wall, hauling her up. His hips slammed against her, pounding her ass against the wall. But his chest wasn't against hers. He was leaning back, thrusting forward with his hips, ramming his cock at her while he held her at arm's length, pinned fast. His cock stabbed at her, poking her low in the belly, right above the top of her slit. He thrust at her impatiently, and the head of his prick slipped up, tugging through her bush even though he had aimed lower down this time.
"No," Sue grunted helplessly. She reached down to grab the cock she needed so badly. She had to aim it into her crotch far him. It was the humiliating prelude to the finale. She had to steer that cock into her, or she was not going to get it. It was one last bit of proof that this was anything but rape.
She raised herself up on her tiptoes to give him a better angle at her. She felt his prick bore up into her cunt, and the tension boiled out of her in one beautiful searing wave of contentment. Yes, this was what had been missing for so long, this delicious feeling of fullness, a marvelous, glutting bulk inside her, someone else's flesh stroking into her belly. His pubic arch cracked against hers, and her clit sent out a fiery wave of pleasure that boiled through her deliciously.
"Aaaaawwww," she sighed as she was at last stuffed full of cock.
"Hhhhhnnnngggg," Carl grunted with satisfaction as he felt her hot, velvety flesh completely envelop his prick. She was as hot, slick, and wet as any chick he had ever had. Drawing back, he rammed into her again. He loved the feeling of her dripping, searing vaginal walls sliding along his prick. He damn near lifted her right off her feet with the power of his thrust. His feet slipped on the wet, slick shower floor as he rammed at her again. He held her back against the wall so he had a steady target to shoot at.
"Uuuuhhh!" Sue grunted from the impact of his body against hers. Her head tolled limply as he rammed into her again and again.
"Ahhh, sooo goooddd," she purred. "That's so gooood!" She was clawing at Carl's strong shoulders and back as she accepted thrust after thrust into her belly. Flames were lashing at her as her pleasure grew and grew and grew. The hard, cold wall against her ass and back, the teetering imbalance as she hovered on her toes, the spattering spray of the tower against her face all contributed to her lust.
Carl grunted and heaved, slamming his prick into the hot socket of Sue's pussy. Her vagina felt like a fiery glove around his prick, a hot, searing, embracing, living, pulsating glove that rubbed every square millimeter of his cock with every drive into her. Her breasts quivered with every jolt. Her face was slack with mindless lust. This rich bitch was just as much an animal as any female on earth.
The cum was gathering in his groin, ready to burst out of him. He rammed at her, into her, harder and harder and harder. She shivered under the brutal impact of his drives. The breath was driven out of her in sharp grunts from the slamming impact against her.
"Ah-ah-sh! I'm – coming!" she managed to groan in time with his pounding. "I'm coming!" Then she was engulfed in the flames of her orgasm. She was being cremated on the stake in her guts. "Aaaawwwrrr!" she wailed as the last vestiges of reason were incinerated by searing pleasure.
Carl was barely aware of her convulsions. He was sending blazing gouts of hot semen fountaining into her clinging cunt. He tried to force the tip of his prick right out her back as it poured shot after hot shot of cum into her belly. He ground her back into the wall, not caring if he did rim her completely through, just so long as he wrung the last delicious dribbles of semen from his aching, pumping balls. He growled senselessly as he felt his reservoirs at last pump dry. Then his prick was barely twitching and he backed away, drawing his slim, shrinking cock out of her drenched cunt.
"Awww!" Sue cried mournfully from the abrupt loss of that wonderful cock. She sagged sideways until she was in a corner, and let it hold her up. Weakly, helplessly, she watched as Carl hauled his suit up over his already limp prick. She made no attempt to dress herself or cover herself, but just stood there watching him.
Not sparing her a second glance, Carl opened the door and looked one way and then the other before slipping out. The door banged shut behind him, leaving Sue with her misery, and his cum in her belly. Then she turned her face to the wall and cried softly for a long, long time.
Finally, drained and hollow, she stepped under the hot shower in an attempt to wash off the filth she felt was covering her. Then, still feeling fouled inside, she pulled on her wet bathing suit, shut off the shower, and headed back toward the pool. Maybe in the cool salt water, she would be able to wash away the last traces of her shame. Ignoring the insolent stares of the two lifeguards, she tossed her towel aside and plunged into the water. She had drifted across, to the other side of the pool without taking a stroke. Suddenly Jerry appeared beside her.
"Hey, hi, wife," he said.
"Hi – darling," she answered, the word sticking in her throat. "How was it?"
Jerry restrained a guilty start at the question. "The sail? Oh, all right. We got becalmed and had to be towed in."
"That's nice," Sue replied, not really having heard him.
"Let's try put the diving boards," Jerry suggested.
Sue glanced in that direction and shivered. Carl Randall was in the lifeguard chair on the big platform next to the diving boards.
"You go ahead," she answered. "I'm a little cold. I think I'll get dressed. See you later."
Jerry stared after her, hot puzzled and relieved. Evidently something was bothering her. But it couldn't possibly be that she knew what had gone on between him and Cindy Peters. Whatever it was, Sue was so distracted by it he didn't need to worry about her noticing anything different about him. He splashed toward the boards, his relief blotting out any thought about what Sue's trouble might be.
Miserably, Sue picked up her towel and retreated. How could she face her husband? God how could she ever face him? She tried to tell herself he deserved it for having ignored her for so long, but her misery and guilt wouldn't let her rationalize. She had willingly been unfaithful to the only man she had ever loved in her life. She sure she was going to be able to live with herself.