again. Faithfully. Of course the oath was too little and too late, but that was the nature of most oaths.
'Get up,' Ron said.
Sally did and turned toward him feeling embarrassed at her nakedness, but also proud of her handsome body and pretty face.
'Turn around,' Ron ordered. He made a twirling motion with his hand.
'Turn around?' Sally shrugged and watched her own breasts dance. When he nodded that's what he really meant, she turned to face the cabin door.
Ron licked his lips. He was nervous staring at Sally's beautiful butt. He was going to do something he had never done before, something he had thought of watching the boys with his daughters.
For a long time, he inspected Sally's lush behind. Her buttocks were full and curvy. Her hips curved out like ski slopes and her ass was magnificent, round and full like two cantaloupe halves.
They were divided down the middle by a crack that seemed to run up into the tanned skin of her back and become a delicate dimple that continued up as her backbone. Below, her legs were slender and graceful, perfectly proportioned for her beautiful ass. She had a slot between her thighs and the faintest hint of pubic hair curled in it.
Delicately, Ron inserted a finger between her legs and felt her soft, muscular cunt and thought about how good it would feel to stick his rod in it and shoot off.
Sally twitched and bit her lip. She wanted to moan with wanton pleasure. The sudden finger in her twat had taken her unawares and released a lot of feverish tension that seemed to build in her.
And then, just as suddenly, the finger was gone and Sally remembered how good it had been when Jason fucked her from the rear. She had loved it then, and now she knew she'd love it even more. She was freed of many of her former sexual restraints.
But Ron's hands had found her waist and he was pulling her backwards and she felt herself falling slowly, carried by the strength of his hands, and she let it happen without fighting.
It wasn't until she felt his cockhead actually pressing against her asshole that she said anything. 'You've got the wrong hole, darling,' she whispered so low that she wasn't sure that he heard her.
'No I don't,' Ron said. 'That's the one I'm after.'
And then, he pulled her down and impaled her asshole on the full, standing length of his throbbing, inflamed cock.
'Aaaaaggghhhhhhaaa!!!!' Sally screamed hoarsely.
It had happened so fast it was all the way in before she could scream. Ron's prick had spread her asscheeks and slipped unerringly toward that hot, fist-like target of her asshole. And then when he pulled her down his thick shaft had pushed inside and rammed all the way up her rear in a single motion.
After her first, violent scream, Sally sat on his lap stunned by what had happened. Her rectum was stuffed up to the top. It was like she was sitting on a ramrod. She didn't dare bend or move for fear that she would break.
The cabin door had banged open and John and Tommy rushed in followed by two cute little blonde girls. They stopped, gaping at the sight of Sally sitting on Ron's lap naked her legs spread apart in obvious unconscious display of her soft, sweet cunt lips.
'I told you Daddy would fuck her,' Gloria said haughtily. 'Daddy's a good fucker. He fucks me all the time.'
'All right,' Ron rasped. 'I'm going to let one of your boys get on top and fuck your cunt while you take mine in the ass.'
Sally couldn't talk. She couldn't organize her thoughts. All she could do was nod that she understood as her whole being concentrated on that cock jammed up her soft butthole.
Ron grabbed her titties in his hands and squeezed them as he lay back and pulled her back with him.
Sally didn't fight. She couldn't. She went back on the bed and felt her knees spread helplessly over Ron's spread legs. His feet were still on the floor supporting their weight. Only his butt was on the bed.
'You,' Ron said, motioning to Tommy.
'Me?' Tommy looked scared.
'Yes. Come here!'
Tommy looked doubtful but Brenda nudged him. 'Don't be scared, silly. Daddy isn't going to hurt you.'
Not wanting to look scared in front of Brenda, whom he had decided he liked, Tommy walked up to the bed.
'Take your pants off,' Ron told the boy.
The pants dropped to the floor and then Ron had Tommy stand between his legs and line his peter up.
Tommy almost said, 'With what?' But once in the indicated position he found he was staring right at his mother's beautiful, hairy cunt. The boy didn't need any directions for that.
Moving deliberately, he stepped forward and fitted his cock right into the soft, silky twat already leaking love juice. As always, Tommy felt instantly good at feeling his pecker in his mother's hole.
'Now fuck her!' Ron ordered the boy. 'Fuck hard!'
Sally gasped. She'd felt good when Tommy's prick had entered her hot box. But it was just a little feeling. Her whole body was filled with the hot ache of Ron's stiff column up her ass.
And then Tommy drove his cock in hard, the way he always did, and Sally went out of her mind.
Her cunt was a wonderland of feeling. His pecker seemed to rise up her twat and strike the inside of her ass just right to ring Ron's dong like a chime. Her body resounded to the sudden feeling.
At the same time, the force of fucking her was enough to move her butt on Ron's hard stomach, sliding the impaling prick out an inch and Sally was so filled with pain/pleasure that she was breathless.
The boy rocked backward and forward, pounding his cock in her wildly sexual hole and rocking Sally on Ron's huge stick. And the faster he went the greater it felt until she thought she was nothing more than a disembodied asshole and twat joined by a tunnel in between that filled and flowed with sensation.
'Harder, harder, more, harder,' Sally gasped after less than a dozen beautiful strokes. In and out, in and out. She slid back and forth on that wonderful cock in her butt and loved the pistoning of her son's littler penis in her twat, and she couldn't tell if it was day or night or an hour or a month.
Sally was flying on sex. She was higher than a heroin addict. She arched her back and helped that wonderful flesh stick jab up her asshole. When Tommy bent forward and sucked her nipple she orgasmed and then orgasmed again and again.
She was full of sex. She was stuffed to bursting and when finally Ron and Tommy came, the two floods of hot sex cream running in from both holes seemed to meet in the middle and create a vortex that snatched her into oblivion.
Later Sally remembered waking and seeing her boys doing things with the little girls, and seeing that man doing things to his daughters. It was like a scene out of hell, the logs in the fireplace roaring with elongated flames that appeared to be snapping and lashing out at her.
Then she went to sleep again and the second time she woke, it was night and dark and there were only embers in the fireplace and the boys slept huddled up against her and she imagined it was only a dream. Only her cunt and asshole protested terribly when she moved.
After she went back to bed from the bathroom, she had to get up again and make sure the door was securely locked and bolted before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
By mid-morning, Hal was up at the cabin. He ran around looking things over and, after finding out that everything had gone fine since they got there (Sally lied to him about what had happened) he happily began checking the place out. One of his favorite expressions was: 'Once a real estate salesman, always a real estate salesman!'
When he came in after a couple of hours of scrambling over the building checking for termites and leaks and loose boards of roofing, Sally looked at him and realized that he wore his toneless skin with its loose layer of fat like
