Married for the Weekend

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  After unbuttoning my shorts and tugging down the zipper, I slid my hand into my panties, cupping my swollen mound. When I slid my middle finger into my sopping crease, an involuntary groan escaped my lips. I began to roll my finger over my clit, my eyes glazing over as I watched all the sex acts going on around me.

  The room was filled with moans and groans of pleasure, and I tried to watch it all at once. I kept my finger moving, causing my own pleasure to rise.

  I turned back to Dad, placing my free hand back on his knee. He was watching what I was doing, but he didn’t seem happy about it.

  “Do you want to touch me again?” I whispered.

  “Not here.”

  “Please.”

  “No.”

  “I’ll suck your cock for you.”

  He pushed my hand off his knee. “I’m going up to the room. Come on up when you’re done.”

  “Please stay.”

  He stood. “I can’t.” Then he turned and walked out.

  I sighed and turned my attention back to the group. It looked like Olivia and Kyle were getting close to coming, with him thrusting down into her with jackhammer-like strokes. She was obviously enjoying it, groaning in time with his motions as her hands fiercely gripped his asscheeks.

  Stacy had her blouse and bra off, and her breasts bounced obscenely as she continued to fuck her husband, thrusting her pussy down onto his jutting dick. He captured one of her large nipples into his mouth and sucked at it voraciously, causing her to cry out in bliss.

  Maggie had rolled her husband over since the last time I’d looked at them, and was now on top, undulating her hips as she worked her pussy over his dick. They were kissing lustfully, their tongues visible as they probed into each other’s mouths.

  Roger and Rachel still hadn’t joined the action, and now she was sitting back with her arms crossed, looking upset. I was about to look away when he saw me watching, and our eyes met.

  He smiled at me, and suddenly I wanted to leave. With one lecherous look, he’d spoiled my mood, and all I wanted to do was go up to my room and be with Dad. We didn’t even have to do anything together, I just wanted to be with him.

  I stood and zipped up my pants, then headed for the door. Pastel was sitting on a stool near the exit, and looked at me with concern.

  “You okay, dear?” she said.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. This was great, but I need to be with my…” I almost said dad, but corrected myself at the last moment. “…husband.”

  She smiled softly. “That’s fine, honey. I understand. Go be with him.”

  Chapter 22

  I left and headed for the stairs, but when I reached the second floor, someone called to me from below.

  “Jennifer, wait up.”

  It was Roger, and he hurried up to where I was.

  “Roger, I’m just going back to my room.”

  “What’s your hurry? Aren’t you having fun? It looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

  “I was, but now I want to be with Danny.”

  He smiled, and it seemed greasy to me. “It looks like Danny doesn’t want to play.”

  I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

  He nodded. “Neither does Rachel. So I guess you and I are in the same boat.”

  “I guess.”

  “Maybe we could have some fun together.”

  My eyebrows rose. “I don’t think so.” I turned to head up the stairs.

  “I loved how you sucked my cock last night.”

  I stopped and turned back. “What did you say?”

  “You heard me. That was my cock you had in your mouth, not your husband’s.”

  I stared at him. “How would you know that?”

  He grinned. “Because Rachel doesn’t do that. She thinks oral sex is disgusting. So once I felt your lips on me, I knew it wasn’t her.”

  “But it could’ve been any of the other wives.”

  He shook his head. “Not possible. Did you see those cocks down there? None of them are as big as mine. Not one of those women would mistake my cock for one of those. So that only leaves you. I’m guessing Daniel is well hung, right?”

  I stared at him, realizing he was right. It had to be him I’d sucked. A shiver of disgust ran through me.

  He grinned again. “Did you tell him?”

  “Tell him what?”

  “That you sucked someone else’s dick? Rachel obviously didn’t suck his, so if you told him you sucked one, he’d have to know it wasn’t his.”

  I felt my head spinning. He was right again.

  I have to go,” I said, and turned away.

  He reached out quickly and grabbed my arm. “I don’t think so.”

  I glared at him. “Leave me alone.”

  He yanked hard, pulling me to him and wrapping his other arm around me and causing my breasts to flatten against his chest. “We’re going to have a little fun.”

  Then he kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. He tasted like a mixture of cigarettes and garlic, and I almost gagged.

  I struggled to break free, but he was too strong, and I felt myself being lifted off my feet. He carried me down the hall to an open room and stepped inside. The room was unoccupied, and the large, king-sized bed dominated the decor.

  He continued to kiss me, his hand now groping my breast, squeezing it harshly through my blouse. I pushed hard against his chest trying to break free, but it was futile. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection against my stomach.

  Finally, he ended the kiss, panting as he stared down at me with glazed-over eyes.

  “Let me go!” I said.

  He laughed. “I don’t think so.”

  “I’m going to scream.”

  “No you’re not, Ashley.”

  I started to speak, then stopped. “What did you call me?”

  He laughed. “I called you Ashley. That’s your name, isn’t it?”

  I stared at him in shock.

  He laughed again. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’ve known all the time that Daniel’s wife was dead. I just wanted him to admit it. But when he said he was bringing her this year, I was curious. Was he going to dig her up?” He laughed heartily.

  “Don’t talk about her!” I said.

  He grinned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk about your mother like that.”

  My eyes went wide.

  He smiled and nodded. “That’s right. I know everything. You’re Daniel’s daughter. Well, stepdaughter, actually, but close enough. Are you fucking him?”

  I felt my anger rise. “Shut up!”

  Another laugh. “I knew it. Damn, can’t say I blame him. You’re a sweet young thing.” He squeezed my breast again.

  “Let me go!”

  “Here’s the deal sweetie. You do what I say, or everyone’s going to find out you’re fucking your father. Not only are people going to know you’re a pervert, there’s also laws against such a thing. Your daddy might be going to jail for a while.”

  “We didn’t do anything!”

  “Yeah, right. That’s why you were willing to suck my cock when you thought it was his.”

  The world swam in front of my eyes. I was trapped, and I couldn’t get out of it without putting my dad in danger. Roger had me right where he wanted me.

  He kissed me again, pulling me tightly into his arms. I pushed at him feebly, but I knew it was useless. He was too strong and he knew my secrets. I had no way out.

  “Get your hands off her.”

  Roger pulled back and we both looked at the door to the room. Pastel was standing just outside with her hands on her hips, looking very angry.

  “Get lost,” Roger said.

  “You let her go right now.”

  “Shut up,” Roger said, taking a step toward her. I thought he was going to hit her for a brief moment, but instead he gripped the door and slammed it hard in her face. “You’re fired!” he yelled through the door as he turned the latch to lock it.

  He turned back to me,
grinning lecherously. “Take your clothes off.”

  “No.”

  “You heard me. Take them off.”

  “No!”

  “I guess you want your daddy to go to jail.”

  My shoulders slumped. “Please don’t.”

  “Then take your fucking clothes off.” He began to unzip his pants.

  A second later, the door shattered open with a bang, kicked off its hinges. Dad stepped into the room, his hands balled into fists.

  “Get your fucking hands off of her,” he growled.

  Roger smiled. “Settle down, Daniel. You wouldn’t want to jeopardize your company’s standing in the group. Plus, I’ve just been talking to Ashley here, and I’ve discovered that you’ve been fucking your daugh–”

  That’s as far as he got. Dad stepped forward and swung his fist, catching Roger right on the nose. Blood spurted, and Roger’s eyes rolled up into his head as he went down like a sack of potatoes, out cold.

  I was staring in shock when Dad took hold of my hand. “We’re leaving,” he said sternly. Before I had a chance to reply, he yanked me towards the door. I followed, brushing past a wide-eyed Pastel on the way out.

  Chapter 23

  We raced down the resort’s driveway and then turned onto the main road. Dad gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

  Roger was still unconscious by the time we got our luggage into the trunk, and although the others asked Dad what’d happened, he ignored them all as he guided me to the car with his hand gripping my elbow. They all stood around looking shocked as we sped off.

  I leaned against my door, fighting the urge to throw myself across the seats and into my father’s arms, thanking him for saving me. But instinctively I knew that was the wrong move at the moment.

  So we drove in silence, with Dad finally easing up on the accelerator when we put a few miles between us and the resort. I laced my fingers together nervously, thinking about the close call I’d just survived. The memory of that horrible man touching me made my skin crawl.

  Then I began to consider the ramifications of what’d happened. Dad was certainly out of the group now, and I knew that his business would struggle to survive without that extra money.

  And then there was Roger knowing our secret. He couldn’t prove that anything was going on between us, but just the fact that my dad had brought me here telling everyone I was his wife, would be enough to raise suspicions. And in situations like this, rumors were just as bad as evidence.

  On the other hand, I could always go to the police and charge Roger with sexual assault. Pastel would surely be my witness. That made me feel a little better.

  I was just about to thank Dad for saving me, when he suddenly hit the brakes and made a quick left turn into a gravel parking lot. It was a small motel with cabin-like rooms, and the sign out front said it was the Shady Pines Tourist Lodge. Dad skidded to a halt in front of the main office.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked.

  “Stay in the car,” he said tersely, and got out, heading into the office.

  I looked around, confused. This made no sense. It was Sunday afternoon and we were five hours away from home. Why were we stopping at a motel?

  Two minutes later, Dad reappeared, and got back in the car.

  “Dad?” I said.

  He ignored me and started off, heading up a gravel road that circled behind the main office. Several small rustic cabins sat under the tall canopy of pine trees. He stopped in front of one with a sign that said ‘Cabin 7’ on it.

  Getting out, he circled around and opened my door. Taking me by the arm, he helped me out and led me to the door of the cabin, which he opened with a key that had a plastic tab attached to it. He led me in and closed the door.

  “Dad? What are we doing here?”

  Instead of answering, he placed his hands on the sides of my face and moved into me, his weight forcing me back against the wall. My eyes opened wide in surprise, and then he leaned in and kissed me.

  I was in too much shock to kiss him back, and he held my head in his hands as his tongue pressed urgently between my lips, exploring my mouth.

  He pushed his hips against me, and I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing against my stomach.

  This was all happening too fast, and my mind struggled to keep up. Part of me couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and the other part began to wake up, realizing that the dream I’d been having for the past four years was finally coming true.

  I could feel his desire for me as he used his weight to press me against the wall, pinning me in place. I whimpered into his mouth as my hands slid up around his broad shoulders, pulling myself into him. I met his tongue with mine, twining them together as I joined in with the kiss.

  He reacted to my response by kissing me harder, and sliding his hands down the front of my body, over my breasts and then around my waist, arching me into him. Every move he made, and every touch of his upon my body, revealed his desire for me. I was putty in his hands, and he held me possessively.

  Sliding his hands lower, he cupped my asscheeks in his powerful grip, lifting my feet off the floor. I slid my legs up around his waist as he turned and carried me to the bed.

  We fell upon it together, with me on my back and him lying between my legs. Our kiss continued, and his hands moved over me, caressing my butt and then moving up to cup my breast through my blouse.

  I whimpered again, needing more of his touch. His back muscles rippled under my caressing hands, and when I followed the curve of his spine downward and up onto his ass, I felt his strength as he pressed me down into the mattress.

  I moved one hand between us, gripping the solid length of his cock through his pants. He grunted in pleasure, and pinched my nipple through my shirt and bra, causing me to cry out in bliss.

  My fingers moved to the button of his pants, making quick work of it before pulling down the zipper. Then my hand was under his boxers, gripping the solid bar of masculine flesh, feeling it pulse hotly against my palm.

  He growled his approval, and sat up on his haunches, giving himself room to get to the front of my shorts. I kept my hand around his cock as he quickly opened my pants, then slid his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down.

  He took my panties with them, and I lifted my hips to give him room, then brought my knees together so he could slide them up and off. When they were free, I let my legs relax and my thighs fell open, revealing myself completely to his hungry gaze.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, as he pulled off his T-shirt and pushed his own pants down his thighs, allowing his cock to spring up unimpeded.

  He leaned back down, kissing me again as his cockhead bumped against my inner thighs. I reached for his dick again, gripping the hardness and guiding the swollen knob to the right spot.

  When he felt my slick heat, his hips flexed and suddenly he was pressing inside of me. I groaned loudly as I felt his hardness spreading me open, sliding into my tight channel.

  I lifted my knees and moved my legs up around him, tilting my pussy up to a better angle. He pressed forward again, impaling me deeper with his thick girth, stretching out my slick cunt.

  “Ohhhhh,” I groaned, moving my arms around his shoulders. I’d never felt anything like this, as his taut body arched over mine, his strength overwhelming me as he forced his thick cock deeper into my core.

  My inner walls painted him with my slickness, allowing him to push though my resisting tightness. He seemed to go on forever, sinking deeper and deeper, touching parts of me that had never been touched before.

  Finally, he reached the end, and with one final thrust of his hips, he lodged completely inside of me. His balls slapped lightly against my upturned asshole, and the thick root of his dick stretched out the mouth of my cunt in a very delicious way.

  I clung tightly to him, holding my thighs wide as I pressed my hips upward, keeping myself tightly impaled on his jutting thickness. I move
d my hips in a corkscrew motion, causing his rigid shaft to twist in my constricted sheath.

  “Ohhh,” he grunted, and pressed his hips downward, pinning my ass to the mattress with his strength as the head of his cock lodged against my womb. Then he began to fuck me, using short strokes at first, rocking his cock back and forth in my grasping pussy.

  As the seconds passed, his thrusts grew longer, until he was pulling almost all the way out with each backstroke. Then he lunged forward, driving back into my welcoming channel, pinning my ass to the bed once again.

  He picked up speed, all pretenses of us making love cast aside. We were fucking, and his powerful body was using me for his pleasure. But I reveled in his use of me, and I held myself open as his battering ram of a cock filled me again and again. This was exactly how I dreamed having sex with him would be like, and I never wanted to stop.

  “So fucking hot,” he muttered, and kissed me again, almost bruising my lips with his roughness. Our bodies slapped together in the quiet room, and a thin patina of sweat coated our skin. I raked his back with my fingernails, doing my best to raise my pussy in time with his hard thrusts, meeting him halfway as our bodies crashed together.

  Our breathing deepened, and I could feel my imminent climax tightening in my stomach. Each powerful thrust of his cock into my clasping cunt rocked my body and pushed me closer to the edge. As he drove deep, he grunted against my kiss, letting me know he was right there with me, ready to explode.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped, sliding my heels down to his ass and urging him on, pulling him even harder into me. He growled and increased his pace once again, whipsawing his cock in and out of my churning pussy.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I began to pant, as the pleasure tightened into a knot inside of me. The world went away as the ecstasy took over, and nothing else mattered except for what we were sharing at this moment. Our bodies moved as one, joining together to create something larger than both of us.

  I reached the edge and teetered there, clinging to his muscular frame as he continued to move, his hard flesh filling me again and again. Everything seemed to stop for a brief moment in time.