healthy middle-aged man, and it stung her tender taste buds like Mexican hot sauce.
Oh, dear God, no, no, nooh! Sue wailed in mental anguish. He expects me to swallow his filthy scum! I won't do it! I'd rather die!
Sue had little choice in the matter, however, since her piteous whimpering and struggling effected not one iota of concern for Hub for the terrible dilemma he was causing her to suffer.
The man was a virtual reservoir of sperm. His sticky hot spend floated her tongue and bulged her cheeks. Sue had to abandon her plan to hold the dreadful substance in her mouth and then run to the john and spit it out. He simply had too much of it. Her mouth was full to capacity and still his ballooning dickhead was pumping it to her. It was either swallow or drown, so, feeling horribly misused, Sue swallowed – and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed – with the sharp acridity of his sticky hot come imparting a burning sensation to the sensitive lining of her throat as it skidded down in big slippery oysterlike globs that seemed to thud splattingly into her churningly nauseated stomach.
'You bastard,' she hissed a moment later as she sat up, choking and gagging and mopping come off her lips and chin with her weak and shaking hands. 'You filthy animal!'
'Sue? Sue, where are you? Sue?'
It was Doug. He was calling for her. Numbly Sue got up and, feeling defiled and degraded in a way that no decent woman should ever be, she went to her husband. He was shivering.
'I think my temperature is ba-back up, honey,' he said, as Sue approached the bed.
She leaned over him and, forgetting to wipe her hand, felt his feverish forehead with her sperm-moistened palm. 'It is. Poor baby. I'll get you some more aspirin.'
Sue had to pass through the living room to get to the kitchen. Hub was sitting there on the couch, watching the baseball game, as if nothing at all had happened.
'Com'ere, Suzy,' he called, holding out his empty beer can without looking away from the TV. 'Take this and bring me another one.'
Sue wanted to scream. Loathing herself for being so meek and completely submissive to a brute like Hub, she took his empty and brought him another can of beer. Then she went back to the kitchen to get aspirin and a glass of water for her suffering husband.
Chapter 6
Hub didn't touch Sue for the next few weeks. In fact, he was hardly ever home. It was no secret where he was spending his nights. When he brought his laundry for Sue to do, he would stay a few minutes and talk to Doug, bragging about what a 'hot piece' his divorcee girlfriend was.
Sue couldn't help overhearing the vulgar conversations. She tried not to show it, but she felt resentful and angry at having to wash his dirty clothes when he was obviously shacking up with another woman.
'Why can't she wash his damned clothes for him?!' Sue yelled at Doug one evening, after Hub had gone. 'I suppose she's too good, the whore!'
Doug was a bit taken aback by Sue's unexpected outburst. He didn't know what to think. All outward signs indicated that she despised Hub and was glad to have him out of the house, so he had no way of knowing that his lovely young bride was actually jealous of Hub's girlfriend, and hating herself for it.
When college let out for the summer, Doug got a job as salesman for a correspondence school. After a few days of training, they sent him out of town to work. His first sales trip would keep him away from home for a week to ten days. Sue was left alone in the house. This made her feel uneasy, and with good reason, for about ten- thirty on the first night of her husband's absence, Hub moved back in. Sue had already gone to bed. She was reading when she heard him come in.
'Suzy,' he called from the front room. 'Oh, Su-zy Baby.'
Just the sound of his voice made her tense up. The slight slurring of her name told Sue that her stepfather-in- law had been drinking, and the way he sing-songed it out left no doubt in her mind of his intentions.
He was in a sexy mood.
Hoping he would go away, or at least leave her alone, she ignored him.
But he was not to be put off that easily. Her heart quickened as she heard him walking through the living room, coming nearer. Being alone in the house, she hadn't bothered to close her door. Suddenly he appeared in the doorway, a half-smile half-frown plastered on his coarse-featured face.
'So there you are,' he muttered, pausing just inside her bedroom, his eyes dancing devilishly as he drank in the youthful beauty of the nineteen-year-old blond lying in bed clad only in a pale blue nightgown. The covers hid her from the waist down but the pointed pink nipples of her lovely breasts were clearly visible through their covering of wispy blue nylon. 'Didn't you hear me calling you?' he demanded.
Sue nodded nervously.
'Then why the hell didn't you answer?'
'Because I didn't feel like it!' she snapped. 'What are you doing here anyway?'
'I live here, remember? It's my house.'
'But why now? You know Doug is out of town,' she whined.
'That's why,' he chuckled. 'Don't want you to get lonesome, Suzy Baby.'
As he spoke, he moved slowly toward her, unbuttoning his shirt.
The magazine in Sue's hand began trembling.
'Stay away from me,' she warned timorously. 'I don't want anything more to do with you.'
'Need some pussy,' he said with a grin.
'Then get it from your divorcee girlfriend!' Sue shrilled. 'I heard you bragging to Doug what a 'hot piece' she is. Get out of my bedroom. Go back to your slut!'
He laughed mockingly as he tossed away his shirt, baring to Sue's reluctant gaze his hairy, superbly muscled upper torso. 'Why, Suzy Baby, you sound downright jealous.'
'Jealous!' she shrieked. 'Don't flatter yourself. I couldn't care less what you do, or who you do it with, just so long as you leave me alone!'
Again he laughed. As he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, he told Sue it was all over between him and the divorcee, that he'd broken it off because all she could think about lately was getting married.
'Now with you, I don't have to worry about that, do I? Being as you're already married. Nice of Doug to take that job, wasn't it? Gives us a clear field while he's on the road. And from what he was telling me, he'll be out of town most of the time. Ha. Ha, ha.'
'Maybe he will,' Sue admitted. 'But it won't do you any good.'
'That's horseshit and you know it.'
'It is not!' Sue whined, hurling the magazine at him and then jerking the covers up to her chin. 'If you so much as touch me, I'll scream.'
'Will you, Suzy? You're all shook up, aren't you, baby? Why are you shivering? Cold? Scared? Excited maybe?'
Hub had merely ignored the magazine as it sailed harmlessly past him and hit the floor. All his attention was riveted upon Sue. He was pleased by the fearful yet fascinated expression on her pretty face as he tugged down his shorts and allowed them to slide down his powerful legs.
An involuntary gasp escaped Sue's tremulous lips. She didn't want to view his exposed sexual organs but couldn't seem to look away. His huge prong was in a state of semi-erection, yawning lazily to one side and drooping slightly. Below it dangled the wrinkled, hair-covered skin bag containing his walnut-sized testicles. Absently the tip of her tongue touched her upper lips at its midpoint.
'Looks good to you, does it?' he chortled.
'No, damn you!' she spat. 'Next to you, it's the ugliest thing I ever saw!' But she was lying and they both knew it. God help me, she thought, it does look good to me!
Sue would've rather died than admit this to Hub, however there was no denying it to herself. The sight of his rising, thickening penis brought back the memory of how wildly she'd responded to this brute of a man when he'd so callously raped her. She felt defenseless and vulnerable as, against her will, a sense of unbidden excitement
