The limousine swerved, barely missing another car on the highway.
"Pleassseeee! Keep your eyes on the road," she admonished.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ima, but I…"
Suddenly he pulled the limousine off the road and switched off the engine. He turned around and stared at her openly… lust dancing in his eyes.
"What do you mean by this, Catch?"
"It's no good," he blurted. "I can't think of anything but you. I can't keep my eyes on the road when I want to let my fingers do the walking." His voice was hoarse and husky with desire.
"This is unthinkable! Now, turn around and drive me to the Country Club and we'll forget the whole incident."
"I can't. I can't."
He began to crawl over the back seat. Ima stared at him in terror.
"Don't scream," he whispered as he clamped his hand over her mouth.
She pulled it away. "But, the other cars…"
Catch pushed the button which controlled the automatic blinds. They lowered and except for some light coming through the windshield, the entire limousine was dark.
"Ever since I saw you in that bikini…it's not fair… You shouldn't be allowed to drive men mad."
"You're out of place," she protested.
"There's no class when it comes to love."
He began mauling her breasts. Ima felt dizzy, like she was on a carnival ride.
"Your skin," he murmured. "It's like peaches and cream… and your hair… a man could get lost in it."
"You're speaking out of turn," she heard herself say weakly.
"Not out of turn, out of love. Love for you, Miss Ima."
"No… no!"
His strong hands grappled at her halter top and tore it away. He pressed his head between her full, lush breasts and began sucking the tit flesh. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, bit and chewed on it until it grew rigid and then repeated the action with the other. Ima tried to fight. She kicked and scratched but to no avail. He slid his hand down the front of her bikini panties and pressed the palm of his hand against the swollen lips of her pussy. He pulled down the panties. His fingers trailed along the soft inner folds of her vagina and parted them. He dipped his head down and pressed his full lips against her slit.
"Don't, Catch," she murmured, nearly swooning.
He ran his tongue along the inner walls of her cunt and found her clitoris. He lapped his tongue around the bud until it grew erect. Ima's breath began coming in little gasps. Then Catch stiffened his tongue and guided it deep into her cunt.
In spite of herself, Ima thrust her hips up at him. The sweet taste of her pussy filled his mouth. Ima lay back against the door of the limousine and began quivering. Sensation swept over her which she could not control. Catch licked her vulva with long, hard strokes of his tongue. Automatically, she spread her legs further apart. She wrapped her thighs around his head. She pushed her cunt up against his face forcefully, as he licked her pussy with rapid strokes.
While he was eating her cunt, Catch managed to get out of the bottom half of his uniform. He sat up, clasping his huge cock in his hand like a club and said:
"I'm going to fuck you, Ima!"
"Nooooo! I'll never be able to take it!"
"You will. You'll take it and you'll love it!"
He got between her legs, reached down and guided his cock to her damp pussy. He slid his hands under her buttocks to lift her up to him. When the head of his cock touched her soft vulva, Ima wiggled her hips from side to side and he began to slide into her channel.
Suddenly, something stopped him. It was her hymen.
"A girl as beautiful as you and still a virgin?"
She blushed becomingly.
She pushed her pelvis against him before he could withdraw and it broke. Ima shuddered and bit down on her lower lip. After a few moments, the pain was completely gone.
I'm ruined, she told herself, ruined for a decent marriage.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked hoarsely, his voice full of concern.
"No, don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
He pushed his cock into her, inch by inch, with care. Her pussy walls were extremely tight. Catch wished that he had sucked her cunt a little bit longer. But, after several strokes, her cunt juices started flowing and he was able to ease himself all the way in. When he was completely inside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers. Ima kissed him back with fervor. He slowly began withdrawing his cock. She closed her eyes and her breath rushed through her teeth. He pulled it all the way out, then pushed forward once again until he was able to build up his momentum and as he did, Ima began feeling for the first time the delightful sensation of being fucked.
He worked on her with a steadily increasing tempo, then lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Ima began responding with slow, tense movements, hesitantly at first and then she completely gave herself to him. Her climax was beginning to build up and he paced his own with hers. Ima's sighs changed to moans. She squealed and suddenly burst into climax…
Catch heard the moans coming from the back seat. He glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned by what he saw.
My God, she's frigging herself!
Ima looked grotesque. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her tongue was hanging out and lolling to one side. She grunted fiercely as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt.
"Nguhh! Nguhh!"
Jesus Christ, thought Catch. It's enough to make you sick.
"We're here, Miss Ima," he said, pulling in front of the Country Club entrance.
Ima quickly threw the beach robe on and waited for him to open the back door. As she climbed out, her legs were shaking. When she looked into his face, he flicked his eyes to the left, avoiding her gaze.
Why was he pretending inside, she asked herself. He wants me as much as I want him. I know he does.
"How long will you be?" he asked.
"A couple of hours."
"I'll park the limousine in the lot and get myself a bite of lunch."
"I'm sorry, that's impossible. Chauffeurs aren't allowed inside the Country Club. If you want to, drive down to some roadside diner or something. Just make sure you're back here within two hours."
"Yes, Miss Ima."
He watched her as she ascended the steps to the Country Club. The robe was stretched taut over her large, doughy buttocks. Catch cleared his throat, spat, then climbed into the limousine and drove to a nearby diner.
Ima found herself a chaise lounge next to the pool and immediately snapped her fingers for a waiter. She ordered a Bloody Mary and a lunch consisting of foods that were neither good for her face nor her figure. When the waiter arrived with the tray, she ordered another Bloody Mary. She drank it down and promptly fell asleep in the sun. Several hours later, she woke feeling slightly woozy and stinging all over. She pressed her finger into her flesh and saw that she had gotten a sunburn.
"Son of a bitch!"
Her mouth was dry and she was irritable. She had the waiter bring her a cold beer while she bundled herself up into the beach robe. She drank the beer down in almost one swallow and went into the ladies' bathhouse. She had heard somewhere that if one showered immediately after a sunburn, it helped the pain. She got out of her bikini which was digging into her sore, flabby skin and got under the shower. The streaming jets of water stung her skin and she got out almost immediately. She couldn't face getting back into the tight bikini. She just put on her beach robe and carefully buttoned all the buttons. She walked toward the parking lot. The flesh of her burning thighs rubbed together and it irritated her further.
She had difficulty locating the limousine since the lot was full and when she did, she spotted Catch sitting inside reading a paperback, the air conditioning going full blast. Ima yanked open the car door and he almost fell out.