"I know what I promised! Now lower the bottoms or I'll rip 'em off your ass!"
She knew if she refused he'd do something terrible. And her act of courage was also at stake. Jane shrugged. "Sure. I'll drop my pants," she bravely said.
Abe saw her fingers trembling as they slid into the waistband of the suit and knew how frightened she was. He had been sitting there all through breakfast watching her pretend to be tough hard, unafraid. Now he had an idea, just a little one, away to break down her false bravado.
Jane held her breath and slowly pushed down on the bikini bottoms until the first wisps of her sparse, golden pubic hair were visible. She stopped, a tremble caught her legs, she had to take a deep inhale to continue.
"Way down," Abe softly said.
Frozen with fear, but bravely not showing it, Jane lowered the scant bottoms down to mid-thigh. When Abe reached out she shook with fright but didn't move as he shoved the red bottoms down past her knees. Jane felt the air of the room on her crotch, she had never felt so naked in her life. She forced herself to look at the leering face of the vile man.
Abe let a soft whistle of air out when he saw the lush flesh of her swollen vulva with the scattered curls of fresh gold hair. It was a mounded creation which seemed to sit right out from the crotch and flirt at him. The tender white skin of her belly was covered with delicate gooseflesh, soft, succulent, ripe.
"Turn around," he said in a husky, breathless voice.
Jane swallowed and slowly turned. His eyes followed the moving contour of her proud, sweeping rump. It was a high, haughty backside with a white triangle of skin where the small suit protected it. Each melon-like cheek was a masterpiece in itself, complete with deep dimple on each side. The crevice between was hairless, clean, as flawless as freshly fallen snow. Abe could see only a hint of her mounded cunt from the rear and he wanted to see more.
"Bend over," he whispered.
Jane reached down and quickly tugged the suit bottom back up. "No!" she snapped. "You keep your fucking hands off me!"
Abe was on his feet in an instant, his hand ripping into the cascades of shining hair, twisting, hurling. Jane swung out with a fist and hit him square on the chest, Abe laughed. Then with a fierce lunge he threw her against the table, grabbed her arm and bent it back.
"Oh! Uhhhhh! You're hurting me!" she cried.
With one hand on her shoulder he shoved until she was bent over the kitchen table. A helpless sob came from her as he reached down to the bikini bottoms and tugged hard. They slid to her knees to once again expose the rounded beauty of her bare ass.
"Please… " she begged. "Please… "
He laughed. Her little act of courage was shattered. Inside she was just like her mother, deathly afraid. "Shut up!" Abe snapped. "Shut up or I'll screw you right here!"
Jane held her quivering mouth closed and felt his hand exploring the downy softness of her rump. The fingers were sliding between the cheeks, caressing, feeling the tender loveliness. Then she saw his hand reach onto the table, to his plate, to the small sausage sitting there.
"Noooooo… " she pleaded.
His hand was back on her ass but this time digging deeper, going down under her rump to the tightly clamped meat of her thighs. She felt him pushing, digging, forcing her open. She kicked back furiously but missed; Abe's hand moved away, then came back with a painful smack across the soft flesh of her ass.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
He leaned over her and hissed, "Open up those legs or I'll use the can opener!"
"Oh!" A shudder overtook her, but the thighs parted.
Jane held her silence as she felt the tiny sausage pressing into her vaginal lips. He wiggled it back and forth like a toy and played it into her. It was small, but she still felt the greasy thing dig into the delicate cunt, then he worked it in and out several times before withdrawing it.
He moved away. Jane blinked and slowly stood up. "You can cover yourself now," he said.
She pulled the suit bottoms up and looked over. Abe winked, then plopped the sausage into his mouth and chewed. Jane's face went pale and she turned away but the chomping sound of his mouth working on the juicy morsel stayed in her ears. She searched the sink region for a knife.
"Delicious," he mumbled. "Absolutely delicious. Be sure to remind me when we fuck how tasty your snatch is."
Jane grabbed the small knife and whipped around. Abe's hand whacked across her face and she went backwards against the sink. The knife clattered to the floor, and Jane felt like she had been hit by a truck. Abe sat down and continued chewing as though nothing had happened at all, as though her foolish antics were to be expected.
"Fry me some more eggs," he finally said. "And a few more of them sausages."
Beth bit into the pillow and let out a muffled screech as the second climax bolted through her charged body. Jerry's cock was still hammering into her, smashing the walls and depths of her cunt into a senseless mass of vibrating nerves and muscles. She had never felt anything like it before: she was full, stuffed yet still her box shifted up for more and more.
A rumbling gurgle of pleasure came from her lips as he pressed in deep and held. His hands were clamped to her hips and they lifted her back up to his cock. Then a convulsion slammed through him, his hips tried to go right inside with his cock, his body became glued to the sweaty slickness of her grinding rump, and a laugh echoed from his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" Jerry happily yelled.
His totally embedded pecker throbbed, then split open to spill the years of built-up cream inside her glorious snatch. As soon as Beth felt the oozing jism flowing into her stuffed cunt she relaxed and another climax pulsated throughout her exhausted body. Her cunt was filling, was being scalded and boiled as he made lurch after lurch of creaming climax.
"Fill me… cream me… soak me…" she sighed.
"Soooo good," Jerry mumbled.
Her drenched ass and cunt kept working, swimming, mushing against his rigid hips and thighs as the last traces of sperm hosed out of his large pecker. Then the trembling orgasm inside her box eased and she felt him release her hips. Beth lowered to the bed and his long, wet prick slipped with juicy slickness from her well-fucked snatch.
Jerry was about to pull his pants on when she came at him with her mouth open. Her hand cupped his dripping testicles and lifted them to her licking tongue. He was paralyzed with amazement as she sucked his receding pecker inside her mouth and drew off all the smears and drips of cream. Then she started licking everything, his hair, his belly, his scrotum, finally her tickling tongue moved under his scrotum and dipped up to taste his asshole.
Abe had told Jerry about the several times he had raped women. It had always been something Jerry didn't particularly think was necessary. But if it was like this… this was the finest screwing and blow job he could remember ever having.
Beth finally drew away and wiped her hands over the pink lips of her mouth. "See?" she said. "I'll give you anything you want. Anything."
"I see."
"I'll suck your cock an night if you want."
"That sounds nice," he answered while pulling his pants on and sitting to tie his shoes.
"I'll go around the world. I'll lick everything you've got until you cream inside my mouth. Then I'll drink it."
"Fine… "
"Just promise me one thing, please?" she begged.
He looked over at her and knew what she'd ask. The memory of her daughter's ripe, swinging body came to him… the large, high breasts, the full, gyrating backside and flat belly.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Don't do anything to my daughter… "
Beth tearfully begged. Jerry decided to keep Beth cooperative, her offers sounded too good to destroy by refusing her request. Anyway, what she doesn't know won't hurt her… it'll only make her more fun.