Ron picked her up at seven-thirty and they drove away in his sporty blue Pontiac convertible. The wind toyed with her hair, giving her a wanton look, as though she had been tumbling in bed with someone.
"It's nothing fancy, but it's clean."
"Does it have a bed?" queried Wendy.
"Of course."
"Then what more do we need?"
"Bluntly put," he said. "But accurate."
She stifled an urge to reach across and take his prick out of his trousers and beat his meat while he drove. She would save it all for later.
Later wasn't long in coming.
Ron pulled into a motel parking space and turned off the ignition. It looked very, very private.
Just the place to get fucked.
They got out and found their room. Ron fumbled with the key, then opened the door. The light was a bit garish, and the bedroom furniture was in stark shadows. Dresser, chest, nightstand, and a huge bed, big enough for an orgy, thought Wendy.
Wendy exhaled her pent-up breath and stepped through the door. Ron closed it securely behind him.
"Well, here we are. Just the, uh, two of us."
Wendy arched her eyebrows. His voice had caught on that phrase. Why did he do that?
He smiled at her, a sickly sort of grin, rather sheepish.
Damn, he was making Wendy nervous.
"Well, darling. You promised forbidden delights and some surprises. I'm ready to see what the evening holds in store."
Ron licked his lips.
"Suppose we begin with a little striptease. Do you think you could get in the mood that way?"
"Ron, I'm in the mood anytime I'm with you. But you seem a little nervous. Maybe it'll help relax you."
She motioned him to sit on the bed, and then stepped away from him.
She licked her lips so that they glistened wetly, sensuously, and then tousled her hair.
Ron watched her intently. She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it over her luscious arms. Then she reached around her to undo her bra, clutching it to her when the clasp released the heavy load of her tits. She dipped her shoulders forward, letting the straps fall over them, then removed first one arm and the other, still holding her breasts trapped in the cups of her bra.
"This what you had in mind?" she said teasingly.
"Yes," he said hoarsely. His pants pushed out at her, as though his cock had noticed her with the same intentness that Ron's eyes held for her.
Pressing her forearm across her bosom to keep her tits hidden, she unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, letting it tumble down to the floor, to circle her ankles. She stepped out of it, then with twin flips of her feet, tossed her shoes aside. She had on only her silken panties and the loosened bra.
"Can you see my cunt hairs, darling?"
His gaze was on the dark triangle behind the silken panties. He licked his lips and dropped his hand in his lap, where his prick strained against the confining fabric of his trousers.
"Yes," he panted.
"Then you're looking at the wrong place."
She had slung aside her bra with one swift motion. He moaned at the sight of hertits standing high and firm, the stiff-pointed nipples stabbing accusingly at him.
"You're beautiful."
"Do you want me?"
"More than ever."
"How will you fuck me?"
"Hard. I'll fuck your cunt with all my might," he promised.
He took his prick out of his pants and began to stroke it.
"Will you eat me?" she breathed, her voice so low that he strained to hear it.
She turned her back on him. He stared at the ripeness of her quivering buttocks as she worked her ass in a slow circle. He could see the hint of her ass crack peeking from above her bikini panties.
"I didn't hear you, darling. Will you eat me, if I want you to?"
"Yes," he said chest heaving. He tugged off his shirt.
"Do I have a pretty ass?" She placed her hands on her asscheeks and massaged them.
"Exquisite."
"Will you fuck my ass if I want you to?"
"Yes. Yes, I'll do anything you want. Only hurry please, I'm hurting. My cock wants you!"
She slipped her hands between the elastic waistband and her hips. Then she arched her wrists and peeled her panties down over the succulent curves of her buttocks, letting them fall in a pile of wrinkled silk at her bare feet.
Then she bent over, and he could see her asscheeks point at the ceiling, and her cuntmouth snapping between her thighs. It gleamed wetly at him. He had never seen pussy from this angle before.
Through her legs he could see her face, her hair touching the floor.
"Can you see my pussy? Maybe it's not open wide enough?"
She reached through her spread legs, muscles tight at the back of her thighs. He had a muscle that was tight too, and it was beginning to throb and ache.
Her fingers found her tantalizing twat and pushed apart the swollen cuntlips. He could see the sprout of her clit craning outward, and the slick puff of her inner cuntlips.
"Jesus!" he moaned.
"Yes," she moaned. "Pray. Get on your knees, and come to me. Pray between my legs."
Ron sunk to his knees and waddled over to her, he reached up to caress her clit, to hold the sacred flesh of her ass, to lick the crack of her butt.
Her juices welled out of her juicy slit, and he tongued them from the gushing gash. Wendy moaned, as Ron was mouth fucking with his tongue, licking the tangy fluid as quickly as it gathered on the succulent lips of her pussy.
"Eat my pussy, darling. Is your prick hard?"
"God, yes," he answered. The answer was appropriate. She was like a Goddess, a fuck Goddess, and he was worshiping at her twat.
"Then fuck me. Fuck me from the rear! Stick your hard cock up in me!"
He rose to his feet and quickly stripped his clothes off. Wendy rested with her hands on her knees, her ass still pointed back toward him, her cunt still flowing in anticipation.
He touched his prick to the yawning hole, rubbed the head up and down her inviting crack. Wendy moved her ass as he did so, letting him anticipate what thrills she was going to give him when he poked himself balls-deep into her.
But he did not stuff his prick into her cunt. He held it still, letting her cunt nibble at the head. Her pussylips snapped, trying to trap the dribbling cockhead, to clasp it and pull it into her furry cunt.
"Darling, put it in me. I want it!"
She reached between her legs and pulled apart her cuntlips, already growing anxious for his ready prick. He teased her with his cock, and she snapped her hips backward to clasp it in her cunt.
But he retreated, holding himself just beyond her.
"Baby, I'm hot, and wet, and wanting you. Give me your cock!"
"Where do you want it?"
"Here." She stretched her pussy wider.
"Say it! Where do you want it?"
"In my cunt, my pussy, my twat, my box. Give me your cock. Fuck me!"
He slammed into her. She gave a loud "oof" and then moaned appreciatively. Ron did not pause to give her time to catch her breath, but began instantly to piston his prick in her pussy.
Wendy hunched to meet him, twisting her ass to increase the friction from the hard cock flesh. It was new and thrilling to have the underbelly of his prick stroking across her clit.
"Twist that sweet ass, hot stuff. Your cunt is great," said Ron, his hands tightening at her pelvic bones.
She moved her hands from her knees, slipping them to the outside of her thighs and gripping Ron's thighs at the back of his legs by cupping her fingers in toward him.
"Oh, my… it's gonna be quick… fuck me… ahhhhhh!"
The passion mushroomed through her, and her frenzied hunching matched the equally aroused fucking that Ron was delivering.
"I can't hold it any longer," she panted. "I'm coming, arghhhhh, coming!"
She climaxed then, and only mere instinct kept her cunt clinging to Ron's pistoning prick. She must have blacked out for a second or two from the exquisite climax she had received.
She was disoriented when she opened her eyes. She shook her head. It seemed that she was staring at a pair of expensive leather shoes on the carpet, and most surprising was the fact that they were not empty.
Ron was still reaming her cunt from the rear, but he was quite close to blowing his nuts. She let her eyes trail upwards and then twisted her head so that she could see who those feet belonged to.
"Hello, Son. I see you've gotten started without me."
Wendy gasped. What was going on here? This wasn't a figment of her imagination after all. That man was real flesh and blood, and his pants were poking out at her.
"Couldn't wait. This gal has the most exciting cunt in the world."
"Good evening, Wendy. I hope you don't mind, but you see my son and I are going to take turns showing you an exciting evening. We hope you'll get in the spirit of the thing, but we're ready to force you to accept our wishes. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh, Ron, how could you do this? I thought you more of a man than this."
His fuck thrusts had slowed, she could have sworn he was on the verge of climax.
"Show her how misinformed she is about what a man is, Son. I'll be getting undressed while you finish fucking her."
"Sure thing, Dad."
Wendy felt as if the world had been turned upside down. Things weren't at all what they seemed. Ron had lured her here for his father's use. Why, he was nothing more than a pimp and that meant that he visualized her as nothing more than a cheap whore.
It angered her. She had thought she was falling for this young fellow, but she didn't see how she could have been so blind. It was not that she minded Ron's father fucking her, it was the manner in which it had been accomplished.
How could he?
Well, she was here. She might as well make the most of it. But she wasn't sure she could put her heart in it; it felt as though it had been ripped from her.
Ron began to undulate at her ass again and she could feel his cock fucking into her. The slap of her ass into his lower belly was heady music to her ears. And despite the young man's duplicity, he could still fuck.
This time, he was unhesitant about roughly pursuing his orgasm. Armed with the knowledge that Wendy had already climaxed, he pounded savagely at her clinging cunt, bruising her as he crammed his wrist-thick prick into her pussy. His hands tugged at her buttcheeks, and he slid a finger into her asshole.
Wendy clamped down on the finger and because the muscles of her ass and cunt worked in tandem she also clamped down on Ron's savagely stroking prick. He shuddered at the viselike grip of Wendy's inner muscles and gave only a half stroke, but then resumed his rhythm.
Wendy sneaked a peek at Ralph Sebastian. He was naked, sitting in a chair against the wall opposite her, his fingers wrapped around his erect prick, stroking it while he watched with avid interest the rapid-fire thrusting of his son's cock in Wendy's pulsating hole.
Ron's strokes were no longer lengthy ones; he had settled now into short bursts of his cock as his orgasm neared. He was grunting with each thrust, her clit receiving the swift touches with erect elation, straining at his prick.
The cum gathered in his balls, he fucked wildly to release the syrupy load. He hunched against her yielding pussy flesh, held himself tightly to her, and seemed to shove the white love cream upward and outward through the ballooning slit of his cockhead. She could feel the fuckjuice laying her inner walls, thudding into her cervix. She snapped backward in response and then stiffened as a second climax rolled mercilessly through her.
Ron's cock, growing limber as he spent the last few drops of his sticky sperm, backed himself out of her pussy, leaving her battered cunt empty. The cum dribbled from her and landed in a soft white puddle at her feet.
Then Ralph was on his feet, clutching her to him, his hands fiercely exploring her still-warm body, flushed with the excitement of her climax. He fondled her tits, tugging at her nipples, sunk his hands in her hair and kissed her with raging lust. She acted automatically, out of her reflexes, opening her mouth to him, so that he could probe her oral cavity with his tongue lashing kiss.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She spread her legs without having to think about it.
Ralph eased himself between her legs, and she could feel the hair along his outer thighs pricking the smooth inner surface of her thighs. With little effort he buried his prick into her sloppy cunt, still plugged with the remaining vestiges of Ron's semen, not at all mindful that her cunt was slick and slippery from the wet release of the mutual orgasm that he had watched while he was masturbating.
"I don't mind sloppy seconds, Wendy," he breathed in her ear as he held himself deeply within her. "Not when a cunt's as hot and tight as yours. Ron wasn't kidding when he said that you were the best piece of ass he'd ever fucked. Lord, I could just come from the heat that you generate."
She turned her head to the side and stared at Ron, who was sprawled in the chair his father had just vacated, his once proud cock laying limp and weak on his thigh.
She felt ashamed by having this man atop her. She had not pursued him, nor had he in any sense pursued her. She felt like a mere tool for the gratification of his desires.
"Just fuck me, Mr. Sebastian," she said tiredly.
"Sorry your mood is so bad. Maybe before the evening's over, you'll change your mind, and get into the swing of things. Two cocks are better than one, my dear. They can do more things. You'll come around. You like fucking too much."
Don't lecture me. Just fuck me, get your aging nuts off and let me go home. I'm so ashamed that they could care so little about me.
Ralph withdrew his cock and then slowly eased it back into her tight cunt.
Wendy ignored the pleasurable sensations that it caused in her pussy.
I am not going to enjoy this. It's nothing more than rape.
Ralph began to thrust with more authority. The thrills shot through her again.
She fought to hold back her natural responses. It made her angry that her body was trying to betray her. She did not want to enjoy this, not by any stretch of the imagination, but as he speared into her cunt the exciting warmth spread over her belly. "Can you feel it, Wendy?" said Ralph, his brow speckled with beads of sweat. "Can you feel how my prick loves your sweet pussy?"
"No," she lied.
But when he withdrew and held his prick steady, with only his cock buried in her, she rose to engulf the portion of his cock that had escaped her pussy.
Obliging her action, he rammed himself forward, slamming her ass into the bed, driving himself into her so that she felt the crash of his belly into her hairy cunt mound.
"Can you feel it now?" he asked again.
She bit the back of her hand. Yes indeed, she could most certainly feel it.
"Too bad. Well, I'm going to fuck you. If you get to where you can feel it, you let me know."
He lowered his chest to her, flattening her tits then he began to pour on the coals as he fucked her clasping cunt. His strokes were long and hard, and when he backed himself out of her so that perhaps only an inch of his flaming cockmeat was left in her, his ass quivered with the power of his thrusts as he pounded himself back into her pussy.
She could taste the blood of her hand as she fought to hold back her cries of ecstasy. Her body was rapidly melting her resolve not to respond to Ralph's fuck. She released her hand and screamed out her joy.
"I can feel it. It's so good! Yes, fuck me, I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"
Her lips glistened with drops of blood.
Ralph laughed, and she hated him for it. Yet she clutched his heaving back, pulling him to her, anxious that he not stop shoving the thrilling cock to her.
Having managed to conquer her, to make her admit that she was enjoying being fucked by him, Ralph quit holding back, on his balls, and let them build to the final release point. Within seconds he was shooting his sperm into her glove like pussy, her cunt accepting his deposit of scalding semen.
Wendy wailed as she felt him coming. She had fought off her own part in the fuck, and now that he was emptying his cum into her, she knew that she was not going to make it.
She hunched furiously against his shrinking cock shaft but to no avail. With his prick withering, there was not enough friction to toss her across the finish line.
Ralph lay spent atop her, chest heaving. Wendy fought back her tears. She had been such a fool. Because of that she was left unfulfilled, her clit throbbing fiercely, almost angrily at her.
"Wendy, I know that you didn't make it, but if you turn on to the two of us, we're going to take you for the greatest ride you've ever had!"
Wendy hoped so. She still felt guilty, but she wanted to be thrilled.
And Ralph had said that two cocks were better than one.
She was willing to find out.