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CHAPTER THREE

Exhausted both by the amount of wine she had drunk and by the force of her orgasm, Joan responded slowly to the loud pounding in her ears. When she realized that the sound was not inside her own head… that there was actually someone at the door… she panicked.

There was no time to consider whether or not she was in any condition to receive visitors. She scrambled for a light and turned it on. Her panties had fallen on the rug when she kicked them off. Deciding there was not time to fool around with them, she pushed them underneath the couch. She hid the evidence of her wine glass and a nearly empty bottle of wine inside a cupboard and hurried to the door. The pounding was still as loud as ever.

Mr. Firth smiled at her from the other side of the door. "Evening, Mrs. Carter," he greeted her. His eyes surveying her lush body made Joan uneasy. She grew uncomfortably aware of her appearance and realized her hair must be a mess. She reached up to try to tuck stray handfuls of thick dark hair back into her bun. "Caught you napping, did I?" The twinkle in his eye seemed to convey more than his words. Joan was reminded of the instinctive distrust of the man she had felt as soon as she walked into his real estate office that morning.

Then, she had been unable to determine what it was about him she did not like. Only now did she realize it was the way his eyes made her feel. They made her uncomfortably conscious of the fact that he was a man and she a woman.

"Yes…" she stammered. Her manners made her motion him into the living room, though she was terrified he might somehow guess what she had been doing on the couch. "Won't you come in?"

"Sure will, ma'am. As soon as I bring in that trunk of yours. Old Will came back with the truck just before dinnertime, so I thought I might as well bring your trunk right on out to you. Thought you might be needing it. You'll feel right at home with your own things around you."

"Thank you. That was very kind." She did not ask him why old Will had not brought the trunk out. She thought she knew the reason. Though she realized another woman would be flattered that he was taking so much trouble for her, his attention only unnerved her. He was a handsome man, no more than ten years older than she. But, those eyes of his…

While he was maneuvering the trunk up the porch steps in the push-caddy he had brought along, Joan adjusted her hair in the mirror and tried to regain her composure.

But she could not conceal the fact that she had been drinking. The thought that the beautiful brunette had been sitting alone in the dark getting drunk amused Ben Firth. It excited him, too. From the sober, proper correspondence he had received from his new tenant, Firth had expected a shriveled up, middle-aged schoolteacher. He had not been expecting the dark-haired beauty that had walked into his office that morning. She had made his cock throb the first minute he set eyes on her. She was making his cock throb now, as he watched her assemble a tray of lemonade and cookies on the coffee table in front of him.

She was the perfect hostess. Her manners forced her to be. But there were other aspects to Mrs. Carter… like the fact that the smooth contours of her ass under her skirt told the watchful Ben that she was wearing no panties!

"How do you like the house?" he asked between bites of cookie. His eyes never left her – her big dark eyes, her full lips, her full, round breasts. He was waiting for her to give away some more secrets about herself. He was looking for more signs of a hot-blooded woman under the cool, school-marmish veneer.

"It's a lovely house. I want to thank you for all the trouble you went to get it ready for me. I know I'll be very happy here."

"Oh that was no trouble. Little Ellen… she's been living on this island all her life. Her and her summertime pals are always looking for a little work for spending money. They put in an honest hour's work, once I can get them pinned down."

Lewd visions of "little Ellen" lying flat on her back with Billy's cock impaling her cunt flashed through Joan's mind. Though she tried hard not to, she knew she was blushing. "Both of them stayed here and helped me all afternoon. They were a big help."

"Good. Good." He was still watching her like a hawk. He watched her fidgeting with her glass of lemonade, though she had not yet drunk a drop. He imagined the sweet-sour juice might not be too appealing after the booze she had already had. Her pretty dark eyes glowed every time she looked at him. He could not hold her gaze for more than an instant.

"By the way, you didn't have company, did you, before I pulled up?" He knew she could not have had company, not in the state she was in when she came to the door. But he was pretty sure he had seen something, animal or human, flee from the front porch as he drove up. He was testing her, just to see what she would say.

"No… not since the kids left, about four. Why?"

"Thought I saw something on your front porch. Must have been a critter. Sure moved fast when it spotted my lights."

A shudder ran through Joan that for the moment, made her forget all about her guest and her efforts to be a perfect hostess.

Had someone been watching her when she was playing with herself? Had someone seen her working two fingers in and put of her pussy?

The thought terrified her. Rather than dwell on it, she tried to drive it from her mind.

Ben Firth watched her eyes flicker nervously. He could see his casual question had got through to the beautiful brunette. She obviously did not like the idea of being spied on. Her complexion had lost its color. The hand that held the lemonade trembled. She had lost her schoolteacher's calm, proper facade.

To divert her attention from her own anxiety, Joan got to her feet and reached for the pitcher of lemonade. "Let me put some more ice cubes in this. It's getting warm."

She was halfway to the kitchen when she tripped and fell to the floor. The plastic pitcher flew from her hands and landed in an armchair. There was lemonade everywhere.

The accident had been too much for Joan. In her drink-confused state, she could do nothing more than raise herself to hands and knees and start to sob. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

The next thing Joan felt was a hand stroking her naked ass-cheeks. Ben Firth had seen when she fell that she wore no panties! He was behind her now, his hand up under her skirt! He was stroking her firm rounded flesh with taunting familiar boldness!

"No! Stop it!" she told him. She wiggled her ass to shoo him away, but she did not try to get up.

Something else was going on with Joan. The hand on her bare ass was giving her pleasure. Her body was still sensitized from her orgasm and from all the wine she had drunk. The real estate man's hand on her buttocks was sending forbidden chills throughout her trembling body.

Ben Firth had had a lot of experience with women, particularly with the women that came to the island alone 'to get away from it all'. He sensed the struggle that was going on inside the inebriated brunette. He also sensed the passion that was bubbling inside her, begging to be let out. With the memory of past successes to egg him on, he plunged right into a bold and reckless plan.

He pulled his swollen cock from his fly and plunged his throbbing cock-shaft deep into the brunette's hot cunt. He was astounded at how wet her pussy was. Ben thought he understood now what had been going on before he arrived at the house. He gritted his teeth as he felt his cock pulsing inside the clinging depths of his new tenant's cunt. "Your pussy sure is fucking wet. You must have known I was coming! You've been playing with yourself, haven't you?"

His accusation that was half taunt, half passion made Joan tremble. She was ashamed. Ashamed that she had been discovered by her landlord drunk and woozy from the effects of stroking her cunt with her fingers. Ashamed that he had discovered she was wantonly naked beneath her skirt. Ashamed that he was starting to stroke his cock in and out of her pussy… and most of all, ashamed that unmistakable ripples of joy were teasing at her every nerve-ending.

The bigger, older man had caught her in her moment of greatest weakness. Still flushed with her earlier pleasure, her body was hungry for more sensual stimulation. Her cunt tugged hungrily on the cock that filled her moist channel to overflowing. It was the first cock that had lodged there in more than six long months!

"Uuuuuuuhhh…" the brunette moaned. She was not sure whether she was trying to express pleasure or humiliation. She knew she should be trying to resist this wanton assault, from as near-stranger. But somehow her energy failed her each time she tried to escape the onslaught of his engorged cock. She got only as far as thrusting her ass back to meet his thrust.

The desperate moans that escaped the woman's parted lips brought thrilling spasms to Ben's heavy balls. He knew she was feeling used and humiliated. The evidence was there in the way her ass tried to struggle away and then, as though it were ashamed of its own weakness, it slammed back to meet the progress of his greedy cock.

"You've got a beautiful ass, Mrs. Carter. It was the second thing I noticed about you, right after your big tits! Your pussy's tight as a brand new one!"

Tears sprang to Joan Carter's eyes. Though the pleasure was there, coursing through her, she could not let herself enjoy her sudden surrender to decadence. For months now, she had been denying herself the pleasure of lovemaking. She was waiting, she told herself, for just the right person.

Someone she knew would not hurt her. Someone who would respect her and the deep well of love and passion she had to offer.

Now, suddenly, all in one day, she had abandoned the code for living she had developed since her separation from her husband. She had knelt outside watching a couple of kids screwing right on her own couch! Then later she had brought herself to orgasm on the same couch by thinking about what she had seen and stroking her pussy with her fingers!

Her worst sin of all was that in her drunkenness, she had let a stranger somehow get his cock up into her hungering snatch. Before she could get a grip on herself and fight Ben off, she had fallen prey to the rhythm of his aroused cock. Even now, though she was feeling miserable with guilt, still her body was loving every stroke of his filling fleshy cock!

"Oooooohhhh… no… no… no…" There was no conviction to her "no's". The tone in which she uttered them was the best encouragement she could have given the hard-laboring man. It had been a long time since Ben had come across a pussy so wet and hot. With his cock stuffed up inside Mrs. Carter's cunt, it was hard to imagine her as the prim schoolteacher he had met that morning, with the cold smile and the dark hair pulled back in a modest bun.

Once again, her thick luxuriant hair was pouring over her shoulders, flowing free of the confinement to which she had returned it on his arrival. He pushed her skirt far up over her shoulders and ran his hands over her sleek, rounded flesh. He reached farther up and tugged on her hair. It was not a gentle tug. He was showing her the extent of his arousal. "I sure am glad you came to the island for the summer, baby. You're going to make nice company!"

The pain of his hand pulling on her hair aroused a sudden burst of anger in Joan. Rather than blaming herself anymore for her lurid predicament, she found it much easier to blame the man. She had known there was something sinister about the way he looked at her that morning! He had planned coming out to the house on purpose, just to find some way to get closer to her.

Her brain lost its confused docility. She began to squirm vigorously, thrusting her ass back hard against the man's loins. "I'm not going to make any company for you, Mr. Firth! Get away from here! Get away from me!" Her cries were growing more and more frantic. It amused the big man that while she was berating him, she was working her ass in a feverish bid to milk every ounce of pleasure from his hard-driving cock.

"Oh yeah, baby? Do you really want me to go away?" He gritted his teeth and slammed his cock deep, deep into her clasping cunt-hole. His action drove a shrill cry from her throat. Whether she was cursing him or praising him after that, he did not know. There was no longer any sense in her endless whines.

She hated him all the more for his sarcastic taunts. She hated the way his thick swollen cock forced her to groan with arousal despite her best intentions. Into her mind there flashed a picture of how it had been that afternoon between the boy and the girl. Their passion had been so much more pure, so honest. The boy had not been trying to prove anything to the girl, other than that he was a good lover and he liked making love to her. He had not tried to humiliate her or subdue her by the sheer force of his assault.

She remembered how Fred, her ex-husband, had changed as a lover as he grew older. Whereas once lovemaking between them had been all joy and pleasure, somehow it had turned into a struggle for power. She had felt he was using his cock to keep her in her place. The way the real estate man was doing now. He was trying to show her that he could subdue her, that his cock had what it took to send her to her knees in trembling submission.

On her knees was just where she was and Joan felt herself loathing the man for catching her the way he had. For presuming that she would allow a near-stranger to shove his cock into her pussy just because she was caught sprawled on the floor with no panties on. For being right about her, most of all, she hated him.

She remembered how pure and sweet passion had been with Fred when they had been the age of the afternoon's young lovers. She wanted to weep. Instead, she gritted her teeth and stared wide-eyed at the kitchen sink at the far end of her vision. She thrust her ass back with all her might to meet the insistent lunge of the man. If this was what her body needed, then she would take it, with a vengeance. She would suck Mr. Firth dry, then she would toss him out on his ear!

The full force of her excitement had made Joan bold. She felt there was nothing she could not do. Despite her contempt for the real estate man, she could rationalize to herself using his cock to satisfy the cravings of her pussy. As long as this would be the first and last time, she would drink up his pleasure with her pussy-lips. She would bounce her hot pussy up and down his cock until she made him cum. She would show him just what a wanton sensual woman she was. Then she would close the door behind him and let him live on memories of her exotic energy. He would want her again. He would think he could get her again. But he would be wrong. Dead wrong.

Sensing that the woman was climbing closer to the peak, Ben drove his cock hard and deep into her tight-clinging pussy. He grabbed himself two handfuls of firm round ass and pulled her forcefully back onto his aching cock. Her squeals of surrender only made him hunger for her all the more. He could tell that she was holding nothing back from him now. She was totally into him and his thick filling cock. She was not fighting her conscience. She was struggling for the high ride of orgasm that her cries told him was coming closer and closer to reality.

There was no longer any reluctance in her squirms and swivels. Her body flowed back in one smooth eager bid to swallow him whole up into her greedy twat. He could feel her pussy-muscles spasming more hotly. It was obvious she was getting closer to the top. And her spasms and wiggles were taking him right along with her!

Ben had always prided himself on his complete control as a lover. He only let go when he wanted to let go. So it surprised him when her pussy convulsed one last time, signaling her orgasm. The hot passion that welled inside her took him right along with her, before he had had a chance to decide whether he was ready to or not.

"I'm cumming… cumming… ooohhhh!" Joan was so high, it did not matter whose cock was bringing her the teeming explosion that rocked her whole body. She trembled as she slammed her ass back against the big man and let the release flood her being. She felt the hot wetness inside that told her he was cumming too. She heard his cries. But they did not move her. "What a sweet pussy. I think I'll be eback to come in this one again." He collapsed on top of her, sending her sprawling onto the rug that was damp with the sticky sweetness of lemonade. It was the lemony aroma that finally brought them both back to their senses.

He tried to stroke her some more but she managed to get to her feet and smooth down her skirt. "Mr. Firth… please go now… I'm very tired."

He left only because he did not want to wear out his welcome, and because he had got what he came for. He had scarcely dared believe he might have so much success on the very first day of meeting the voluptuous brunette.

She was grumpy now, and unresponsive. But he knew the secret of her hot tingling twat.

He'd be back when he wanted more.