Cynthia was in no mood to put up with any more of Doug's nonsense. "Did it ever occur to you that the girl has a vagina that was meant for cocks to be put into it? You had a hundred chances if that's what you wanted. She'd do anything you asked. Some good, honest incest would've broken the spell. After a few times, you'd see eath other-and the world-normally and give it up. Go on to others. But no, you and she had to hang there in middle space, wanting to do it but afraid to do it. Even admit you wanted to do it. All locked up in prison, caught between desire and fear."
"It's unnatural," he insisted.
"It's more unnatural to pretend you don't have a cock or she a cunt, Doug. That way lies madness."
She shooed him out of her room. "Go get drunk, Doug. That sometimes, helps."
"Drunk, hell. I'll kill that bastard husband of yours when they get back."
She was finally freed of a need to play up to the neurotic, wealthy ex-surgeon.
"You do that, Doug. Then I won't have to argue with Robbie about the divorce settlement."
After he'd gone, she took a shower. She hadn't felt so good in years. This trip had solved many unsolved problems. The trip plus the avalanche. She'd let go of Robbie and all his adultery. There were lots of other men out there to give her rich experiences. She'd let go of her phony hang-up on Doug, seen him for the child he was.
Freedom. Scarey but also thrilling with all the new possibilites.
She luxuriated under the warm water. She liked the gleam on her healthy skin of the water, the soft feel of the soap that clung like a sexy dress because the mountain water was so soft. She ran her hands over her belly. Taut, but with a suggestion of fullness. A man once told her that guys looked at a woman's loin mass-lower belly, ass, crotch, and thighs and imagined what it would be like to plant hot baby seeds in the deep sex chambers of her body.
Lots of men would like to squirt semen in this belly, she thought happily as she boldly played with her cunt. She'd had Robbie's baby, who'd grown up to be a handsome, energetic youth. He was sixteen now, happy in a private school. One child had been enough for them. You learned that sexuality was much bigger than parenthood and, frankly, they both preferred sexuality.
Her thighs and ass. Her dancing years had left her with supple muscles which pulled the skin tight and firm. A pencil-line, tight crack, swelling thighs and shapely calves below, skin as smooth as at twenty. Medium-sized breasts, no sag. Shapely arms too, rich dark hair and a face that was better-looking than most women's. Assets.
She had one special asset that only Robbie knew about. It had held him to her for much longer than he would've stayed if she didn't have it.
She directed the shower on her cunt, feeling little tingles of excitement as the steady water teased her. Some women could have orgasms from a shower stream. She canted up her pelvis to enjoy the warm, steady pressure and felt a glow sneak up her belly. Yes, and yes.
That one special asset. She tensed the muscles of her lower abdomen a few times and then slid her finger into her cunt. She grunted a little, then squeezed her finger. Like many dancers she was so developed that she had the power to "milk" cocks. Robbie loved that. She was able to squeeze her finger and suck it deep into her pink chamber.
She ran freely now, warm cunt juice mixing with the water. She dug her hands into her thighs and then rubbed her cl it. She had to give a gasp as she thrilled clear down to her knees. Ah, rich, rich.
The bathroom door opened. She whirled with a cry and shoved her head through the shower curtains. Doug Crawford stood there staring at her face. She couldn't tell from his grim expression whether he was there to kill her or rape her. Then her eyes fell to his shorts, the only clothing he had on. His stiff cock was her answer.
He came right into the shower.
"I want to fuck."
"Oh, no, Doug. No w-way," she wailed.
He pulled her wet gleaming body to his, not even taking off his shorts. His big cock dug into her stomach. His big body sucked sexily against hers. She had to gasp at his squeeze power.
"Doug, you can't do this!" she wailed. She regretted having sexed herself up, because it felt so good in his arms.
"You were right," he babbled. "Robbie's right. I wanted sex with my own daughter and it scared me. So I don't get any love at all." He ran a hand between her legs and dug his fingers into her cunt.
"Doug."
"Why, you hot bitch!" he cried. "Your so sex-crazy you're fucking yourself."
"I-I was only-"
"Robbie fucked Scotti, so I'm taking you."
She fought him, laughing in humorless exasperation. "Doug you don't use sex as a weapon."
He had peeled down his shorts to reveal that magnificent cock. It was exciting to struggle, as their baked bodies twisted together. She felt new, hot thrills.
"Scotti-off limits. You're married and off limits," he muttered. "Not any more."
She made a lunge to get out of the shower, but he caught her from behind and pulled her down with his weight. They scrabbled for a moment and she felt his big cock knob dangerously probing between her legs. He held her dog fashion and worked his powerful buttocks to penetrate her. There was no chance for her to escape. First he notched her, her cunt opening gripping his hot cock's head and then he drove into her with a groan of pleasure.
His prick gloved open her vagina with a friction thrill that shocked them both. They hung there under the hissing water, fuck-locked, his cock tight in her guts. She thought the top of her head would come off with the surges of deep joy.
"Oh, Doug, don't-" she wailed. She'd lost control of the situation.
He merely grunted and began to fuck her with strong, almost savage cock plunges, unsealing her cunt and thrilling her swollen clit.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went, rocking under him. That stern, stiff prick dissipated her objections in ten or twelve healthy strokes that left them both panting.
"Out of the shower," she gasped. "Might as well enjoy-"
They didn't bother to dry off. She simply threw some towels on the bed and slid on her back, legs open. He came down on her and re-seated his cock up her cunt, throbbing drily and happily. Their faces were six inches apart.
"Well, hello!" she laughed, thrilling to that hot, sturdy prick sliding and working in her belly.
"Cyn, I love you," he said incongruously. Then he sank his mouth on her lips and drove his tongue into her wetness.
She surged up with the electric pleasure of total love penetration, his big naked body covering hers, his prick deep in her cunt and working his tongue slavering and sexing inside of her mouth.
She had to pull free of that luscious kiss to get some air in her excitement. She was very open sexually and close to coming. For her, it didn't take much prick action to conquer her womanhood. Her adulteries had been few-only a couple but when she was hot for a man she was halfway coming by the time her lover undressed her. She'd been hot for Doug for years.
"Oh, Doug, it's soo great. I can't l-l-last," she moaned.
He bit into the soft skin of her neck and fucked her faster. She thrilled to hear him make his private sounds of awe and pleasure at cashing in on this exquisite taking of his best friend's wife.
"Go ahead-come-let your-bitch go-" he managed.
Her tits, her face, her whole body glowed in rising sex pleasure. Her cunt and lower belly were even more excited. She rose to that peak of intense feeling and joy that was almost a pain, an aching intensity when the body knows it must give up its sex treasure.
"Ah, Doug. Oh, oh. NOWWWWW." she went.
She twisted and then became still under the slogging, slurping prick, so richly bathed in her juices.
Throb, throb, throb. She gave her sexuality up to him with soft, tender gasps of deep pleasure, letting the powerful cock have its way inside of her body. Each ecstatic spasm drove her deeper into her hungry animal state. She felt as if she were made of purple softness and silk and one huge pleasure nerve that spent endlessly in surrender, her total womanhood flowering.