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CHAPTER FOUR

Rod was surprised at his wife's reaction when he began to make love to her. June hadn't been this passionate and responsive in a long time. When he crept into bed with her and entered her from behind, she gave a low husky moan and creamed heavily around his invading cock.

Rod would have been horrified to know what his wife was thinking.

She had been deeply asleep, having a very sexy dream. In the dream a young man was fondling her, touching her breasts, her pussy, all the erogenous places of her body. She wanted him to make love to her very much, but then the dream image cleared and she saw that he was her teenage son Kent.

He told her it didn't matter, and he went on caressing her, and gradually it seemed to June that it didn't matter, either. She wanted him, wanted to be balled, and nothing else was important. In her dream she was just succumbing to him, allowing him to enter her, when in reality Rod was climbing into bed with her.

June's dream image shifted. Kent had been lying on top of her, his delicious stiff young prick teasing between the furry lips of her muff, poking tantalizingly at the wet and ready mouth of her cunt. Somehow he got in back of her instead, and he thrust strongly into her from behind.

June didn't bother to wonder how the change of position had taken place. She only knew that he was in her and that it felt marvelous. It was an extraordinarily vivid dream. She could actually feel his thick hard meat moving in her. She responded joyously, moaning, moving her hips in time to his strokes.

"Yes, darling, yesss," she said.

Her dream had no morality. Earlier, when she and Kent had accidentally met in the hall, Kent naked and June in her sheer negligee, she'd been horrified at her sudden blaze of lust for her own son. Evil, sickening words came to her, like "incest". She'd been terribly ashamed of herself far getting turned on to him.

In the dream there was no horror, no shame. She grooved on Kent's adolescent prick, welcomed it. It seemed not to matter at all that she was balling her own kid. All that mattered was pleasure, and she was getting plenty of that. She thrust vigorously backward with her buttocks, lodging his wonderfully thick rigid dick even deeper in her seething starved twat.

"Ummm, yes," she murmured, "do it to me, darling, dolt…"

Rod was hotly aroused by his wife's uninhibited response to his surprise entrance. Usually, on the rare occasions when they made love, she was stiff and repressed and modest. She almost never said anything to him while they were doing it, as if she considered it unladylike to say how much she enjoyed it. Tonight, though, all her inhibitions seemed to be gone. Her red-hot cunt nipped and boiled around his deeply-thrust meat, and she let him know she liked it.

"Deeper, darling," she moaned, "deeper… Oh, God, yessss… That's wonderful… I want it…"

Rod, thoroughly aroused by her unexpected passion, began balling her harder, deeper, with a violence he'd been afraid to use on Vicky. He even hesitated about being so rough with June – but her ecstatic squeals and furious hot creaming told him that she loved it. He got both hands around her, cupping her big hot swollen breasts, and he balled her almost savagely, thrusting his bloated thick meat right up to her womb.

"Ohhhh, God, yes," June wailed, "fuck meee…"

Rod, panting and sweating by now, wished it could always have been this way with June. Maybe then they'd still have a marriage, and he wouldn't be chasing after teenage girls… He wondered what was making his wife so passionate tonight.

June was still half-asleep, still under the impression that Kent was making love to her. His prick was a lot longer and thicker than she'd remembered. There was something else not quite right, too. As she strained back against him, she felt thick wiry hair on his chest. But Kent was hairless.

"Wha…?" she mumbled.

Rod noticed that she'd stopped moving with him, that she was reaching back to touch him, explore him. Her body went rigid, and she gave a little gasp. What the hell was the matter?

"Oh, God," June said.

Suddenly she was awake, fully awake, and she realized what had been happening. It was her husband who was fucking her – who else? But in her dream… June went stiff with horror. In her dream she'd been wantonly, joyously, balling her own son.

My God what was wrong with her? She couldn't excuse herself by saying it was just a dream. She wouldn't have dreamed it if she hadn't wanted it. Was she so immorally lusty, so insane, as to want to commit incest?

"Honey, what's wrong?" said Rod.

June moaned. She could hardly tell Rod what she'd just been thinking. He's be horrified to learn of her dream, to know that she'd thought she was balling their teenage son instead of him. She fumbled for an excuse.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "I was asleep when you – when you started making love to me. I just now woke up. I guess I was kind of surprised."

Rod, too, went stiff and unmoving. "Oh," he said bitterly, "so that explains it."

"Explains what?" said June.

Rod laughed, not happily. "You really came on to me, June. You haven't been so hot and uninhibited since we were courting. I thought I was really turning you on. I guess I should have known better. You were asleep the whole time. Were you dreaming of someone else?"

June's face flamed, and she was glad he couldn't see it in the dark. "Of course not," she said, "don't be silly."

"Then why…" Rod began.

He didn't finish. It was none of his business, really. Hell, not half an hour ago he'd been balling Vicky, cheating on his wife for the first time in their marriage. He had no right to pry into June's dreams. At least SHE was unfaithful only in dreams.

"Never mind," he said.

Still it galled him that she could get so hot for someone else, for whoever she'd been dreading of, and not for him. The few times they'd made love in the past months, it was clear that he bored her. But she could be passionate; she could be fantastic in bed – for someone else. He wished he knew what that other guy had, knew the key to June's response.

"Rod…" June said uncertainly.

They were just lying there, as close as any two people could be, bodies pressed tightly together, his cock fully lodged in her – and yet their excitement, their sensual closeness, was gone. She didn't feel it any more, now that she knew it was Rod – only Rod – making love to her. Yet she had a duty as a wife. He was hard and horny, and she ought to help him out.

"Umm?" he said. "What is it, June?"

She laughed nervously. "Well, aren't we going to finish?"

"Are you sure you want to?" he said.

He felt her cunt going slack and cool around him. Some guy in her dreams had made it hot and wet and boiling, but she didn't stay that way for him. When she woke, when he knew it was only him, it was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her.

"Of course," said June. "of course I want to, darling."

Lying cunt, he thought.

Well, let her lie and take the consequences. His cock was still hard and full and aching, and he needed to do something about it. He cupped her big full breasts – slack and cool now, no longer swollen and pulsing – and he began to move in her again. She didn't cream. Her silky cunt-tunnel was lifeless around him.

"Ummm, that's nice," she murmured.

Like hell, thought Rod. Did she think he was an inexperienced kid, that he didn't know when she wasn't turned on? Her fakery made him angry, and he balled her harder, faster, taking out his anger on her dry narrow passage.

June flinched but made no complaint. She felt so guilty about her incestuous dream, her unnatural lust for her son, that she felt she ought to be punished. Rod's thick hard cock raked painfully over the tender dry flesh of her cunt, but she did not pull away.

It was ridiculous. Only a moment ago she'd been hot and horny and grooving on that very same dick. Why couldn't she be that way now? Why was there a barrier of feeling between her and her husband? God knows, it hadn't always been that way…

Partly to distract herself from the pain, partly in an effort to summon up some feeling for him, June let her mind wander back to their honeymoon, almost eighteen years ago. She was eighteen years old and a virgin; Rod was twenty-two and just out of college. They'd been wildly in love, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. She'd had to use will power for both of them in order to remain virginal till the wedding night.

They'd taken a cabin in the mountains for their honeymoon, intending to have a whole week in solitude to fully enjoy each other for the first time. June remembered how lusty she'd felt on the long drive from the city after the wedding reception, how she could hardly wait to find out what fucking was like. She smiled as she recalled that endless drive: poor Rod had a huge hard-on the whole way.

They got to the cabin and didn't even unpack before jumping into bed. They jammed zippers and lost buttons in their haste to undress. June remembered their first sight of each other naked. Rod had seemed fixated on the lush black of her muff-puff, and she had been hugely turned on by her first sight of his prick, of any prick.

She hadn't expected it to be so big and swollen, she recalled, but it had seemed beautiful to her. She wanted very badly to touch it, but she'd thought it wouldn't be right. She'd have a very inhibited upbringing. All her mother ever told her about sex was that it was dirty and painful, and that it was a woman's "duty" to put up with it for her husband's sake.

Resisting her wicked urge to touch his cock, to explore his hard muscular body, young June had simply sunk back on the bed and let him take her. Rod had seemed in awe of her, too, for at first he only touched her gently, hesitantly, running his hands lightly over her great quivering breasts and big brown nipples.

As he grew bolder and more excited, he slid his hand down and touched the silky rise of her muff. He'd done that a few times before, when they necked in his car, slipping his hand inside her panties, but now there were no clothes in the way, and she was all his.

June remembered the hot flash of pleasure she'd felt when he touched her there, when ht pressed the furry mound and indirectly stimulated her horny little clit. She remembered her gasp, her blush, and how Rod's stiff rosy prick had dribbled out big bubbles of cream. They were both very excited, yet shy and hesitant.

Rod had slid his hand between her legs then, touching the moist searing flesh of her slit. June helplessly moaned aloud, though she considered it unladylike to do so. It felt so good to have him touch her there. He caressed her swollen wet pussy, rubbing his finger gently but sensuously over her plump pink cunt lips and over the tiny pulsing nub of her clit.

June had found it harder and harder to keep still and quiet, to be a proper young lady, under the circumstances. Her every instinct prompted her to throw her legs open wantonly wide to him, to moan her joy, to touch his rigid rosy cock the way he was touching her swollen soaked pussy. She resisted. She didn't want to act like a whore.

Rod had caressed and teased her virgin slit with his fingers till they were soaked with her juices. Only then, when he had her panting and flushed and ready, did he lie down between her legs. She felt the incredibly hard hot long pole of his cock wedged between their belies.

June was nervous then. She knew her mother was wrong, that sex was NOT dirty and evil, yet her mother's warped lectures remained with her: nice girls don't do it, good girl don't like it, a lady would never allow herself to enjoy such a thing…

She'd thought to herself: "Shut up, Mother. This is my man, my husband, and what we're doing is good and beautiful."

That helped a little. It helped her to open her legs for him, to arch her belly up for him as he seized his stiff drooling purple-capped prick and eased it into the wet little pit of her cunt-mouth. She trembled violently when he touched her with his cock for the first time. She wanted him, had wanted him for ages, yet she was afraid.

"Ohhh, baby," Rod had moaned as he began to push into her.

June would never forget the strange mixture of feelings she'd experienced then. There was terror, because his cock was so thick and her virgin cunt so tight, and there was shame, because she was a good girl and yet she was liking it. Most of all there was stunning unexpected pleasure as her steamy little cunt received its very first cock. She hadn't expected it to be so good… Rod was gentle and careful, going into her very slowly, and she helplessly whimpered and creamed around him as his swollen meat filled more and more of her.

When he came to the thick baffler of her hymen, it hurt terribly. June could still remember the sudden and awful pain as Rod's fat hard cock head pressed insistently against the fleshy membrane, and how she'd cried out and flinched.

"Sweetheart," he'd said gently, "I'm gonna have to break through. It'll hurt, but only for a moment."

"I know," she'd replied, struggling not to cry.

He pushed hard; and June screamed. The pain was awful, and she felt a hot rush of virgin blood running out of her, soaking the sheet beneath them. Yet as Rod had promised, it was over in a moment. She felt his thick hot meat filling her completely, touching her womb, and it was very good. She loved the feeling of having him fully in her, stuffing and possessing her cunt.

"Are you okay?" he'd asked tenderly.

She'd smiled at him. "I'm fine, just fine."

It was true. She was all right then, and their love-making had been wonderful. She enjoyed it thoroughly, and she came the very first time they did it. Yet never had she been able to let herself go completely, not then, not later. Even in the early years of their marriage, when the sex was very good, June had never been able to overcome her inhibitions.

Sometimes she would lie awake after fucking and think of what she really wanted to do. She wanted so much to touch Rod's cock and play with it. She wanted to tell him how she enjoyed his fucking, to use wanton and shameless words to express her joy. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, move with him, fuck him as he was fucking her.

She never did any of those things. She was just too inhibited. Perhaps that was why their sex life had gone stale and boring. She'd never been able to experiment or invent, and Rod had never encouraged her to do so. He was looser and less inhibited than she was, yet he had his hang-ups, too. He could never ask for what he wanted. If she'd just had a word from him, a request, it might have been different.

Well, it was too late now. They were bored with each other, and the good days were far in the past. He was fucking her tonight, yes, but mechanically, almost angrily. She didn't blame him for his anger. She knew her cunt was dry and unresponding, that she was like a lifeless doll in his arms.

She shuddered to think that the rest of their life was going to be like this.

Rod, fucking his unresponding wife in the dim bedroom, felt her body undergoing strange changes. He knew she was off somewhere, deep in some daydream or memory, but at first he didn't care. To hell with her – if she couldn't act like a real woman, he'd just use her cunt and get out.

Then he felt her body warming against him, her twat going moist and steamy again. She sighed a few times, moved with him, like in the old days. Whatever she was thinking about, it was turning her on. Rod balled her slower, wondering if she'd get more excited. For just a moment she did. She moaned softly, and he felt a big spurt of cunt juice round his sawing dick. Excited, he pushed deeper into her – and then she dried up again. Her fantasy, whatever it was, hadn't worked.

It was like balling a corpse. He got no response, no praise, no movement. He might as well be jacking off.

"Jesus Christ," he said disgustedly.

"What?" said June, roused at last from her thoughts. "What's wrong, darling?"

Rod snorted. "What's wrong? Oh, Christ, nothing's wrong – except I don't like balling somebody who's a million miles away. Your cunt is dry, June, you're not with me at all. What are you doing, making out your grocery list? Counting sheep? If you don't want it, at least be honest and tell me. I don't want to feel like a rapist."

June felt like a complete bitch. He was right, it wasn't any fun for him when she didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "I do want it. That is, I feel like I want it most of the time, only – I don't know how to explain it."

"I do," Rod said bitterly. "You want it – but not from me. Let's face it, June – we're bored with each other, we'll never get it together again. It's just not going to work."

"Oh, Rod," she said tearfully, "I hope that's not true. I mean, we've had our problems, but I hope we can do something about it."

"Like what?" he said listlessly.

June gathered her courage. It was very hard for her to talk openly about sex. "Well," she said hesitantly, "if we're bored, then it seems logical that we need some novelty, need to do something different."

Logical? It was just like her to bring up logic at a time like this. Rod was angry and frustrated. His cock ached for release, yet her coldness turned him off. He wanted to punish her.

"All right," he said coolly, "let's do something different. Why don't you blow me?"

"What?" said June.

He sighed. "You've heard of that practice, I presume? Giving a blow job, cocksucking. You've never done that before. Why don't you do it now, if you think we need novelty?"

June was aghast. Often she'd wanted to touch his cock, explore it and play with it, but she'd never dreamed of taking it in her mouth. She thought only whores did that. It seemed dirty and unnatural. Yet she wanted desperately to please him, to save her marriage…

Rod pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, his cream-soaked prick pointing stiffly at the ceiling. In the dim light of the room she could see it, huge and thick and swollen and sticky. He looked at her impatiently.

"Well, go ahead," he said. "It was your idea that we need something different."

June shuddered. She didn't want to do that unspeakable thing, yet he was right – she was the one who had suggested novelty in their lovemaking. And she didn't want to lose Rod… Trembling, she got on her knees beside him and bent low over his lap.

She gently curled her fingers around his wet hard meat and brought her lips down to graze the big knobby head. Unwillingly she opened her mouth and slowly inserted the thick silky tip of his cock. The taste was not unpleasant but it was very strong, and for a moment she almost gagged. Then she forced herself to take more of it, to suck his engorged, and throbbing prick into her mouth as far as she could.

Rod gasped and sighed. He hadn't really expected her to do it. In eighteen years of marriage she'd hardly even touched his cock. He was pleasantly surprised. She began sucking him, her mouth hot and slick and juicy around his achingly erect dick, and it felt great. He sighed and lay back on the pillows, hugely enjoying himself. His thoughts, however, were not on his wife but on Vicky…

He remembered how that saucy little teenager had taken his prick in her mouth and sucked on it. That had really turned him on. Next time they got together, he'd have her do it again, and this time he'd shoot his load in her mouth… She'd be sucking him juicily, noisily, just like June was doing now…

In fact June seemed to be really getting into the spirit of it. Her mouth was wet and steamy, and she sucked him loudly, a lewd slurping noise that filled the bedroom. She sucked faster and faster, as if she really enjoyed it.

The moment she'd taken his prick into her mouth, June had had a strange and helpless vision. She remembers her son's sleek white erect cock and how good it had looked to her. She imagined she was holding it now, taking it in her mouth, sucking on it. The image made her instantly and hotly aroused.

She wanted so much to suck and taste that beautiful pale boy-prick of his. His saliva ran hot and steady as she sucked hungrily up and down the sleek throbbing pole. She enjoyed the taste of his dribbling juices. Cocksucking wasn't the nasty thing she'd anticipated. No, it was fun, a fantastic turn-on…

"Christ, yes, that's good, honey," Rod moaned.

He was still deep in his fantasy of Vicky. He imagined the pert little blonde teenager bending over him, sucking his dick juicily and greedily. He could imagine how horny she'd be, how unashamedly lusty for him. He shouldn't just lie there like a lazy pig. He ought to do something for her, too.

Slowly he ran his hands up her body, seizing her hips and pulling her toward him. She responded, her mouth still busy on his cock. He got her turned around, then straddling him, so that her steamy fragrant pussy was right over his mouth. He stuck out his tongue…

"Ummm!" June mumbled.

Her mouth was stuffed with his cock and she couldn't make articulate sounds, but she moaned and whimpered as searing pleasure melted her body. He was licking his pussy, his wet tongue gliding deliciously into the plump swollen folds of her slit. It felt outrageously good. She was hot and horny again, more horny than ever. His thick tongue snaked up her ravenous little cunt, and she screamed in helpless floods.

Her lusty dizzy brain imagined it was Kent who was doing it to her, hungrily tongue-fucking her while she sucked his cock. She spread her legs wider, welcoming his tongue deep into her soaked hot box, and she sucked his rigid dick faster and faster. She hadn't been so excited in years…

Rod thrust his tongue deep into her, right to the root, and began to ream and tickle in her cream-filled hole. Moaning, crazy with horny pleasure, June gulped his fat drooling dick, taking half of it into her throat. She wanted all she could get, and she eagerly swallowed his salty juice as it dribbled steadily from his bloated aroused balls.

Rod went on thinking of Vicky, and June went on thinking of Kent. Before long they were coming, but not really with each other. They came with their young fantasy partners, came violently and noisily.

"Awww, Christ, yeah," Rod yelped, "eat my come, baby… Yeah, take it…"

June, moaning hoarsely, swallowed the steamy loads of jism that squirted into her throat. At the same time her tongue-fucked twat exploded into violent orgasm, and her cries became high and shrill…

They rolled away from each other, still deep in their separate fantasies. They didn't even say goodnight.