The Summer of Discontentbyejls©
Jake looked doubtful. His papa told him not to poke any girls, but he also told him he should listen to the grown-ups. "I don't know, Miss Rose. Are you sure?"
"Yes Jake," Rose answered, as she stopped playing with herself and sat up. She didn't want to scare him away, but thought he needed some urging. She reached her hand out and joined him in stroking his penis. Jake's eyes got very wide and his mouth opened in surprise. Not even his mama touched his peter, but Miss Rose was so gentle and boy, did it feel good. Within seconds, Rose's hand was filled with white, sticky semen.
Jake was shocked and afraid. "I'm sorry, Miss Rose. I didn't mean to do that. I'm only supposed to do that in the bathroom. I'm s....s....sorry."
Rose wiped her hand across her belly and smiled, trying to show Jake that everything was all right. "Jake, don't be upset. That's what your peter is supposed to do. Now let's get your peter hard again. We'll just touch it, and stroke it, and get you feeling really good and then you can get me feeling good."
"Ohhhh, I don't know, Miss Rose."
"Please Jake," Rose asked in a hushed tone, feeling him already coming back to life. "Just once? Will you try to poke me just once? I need you to help me with this Jake. Please, will you be a good boy and help me?"
Jake smiled. He was always a good boy and he liked helping Miss Rose. "Okay, Miss Rose. I'll help you. But I don't know how," he said with a small frown on his handsome face.
"Come here, honey," Rose requested, laying back and opening her arms and legs.
It was a clumsy move, but Jake knelt between her legs and tried to lay down on her.
"Just a minute, Jake," she said as she reached between her legs and guided him to the entrance of her hole. "Now just lean in and push."
As soon as the head of Jake's penis met Rose's heat, it was if he had known what to do all along. He pushed, but did not rush. Rose's body had time to adjust to the well-endowed man. Slowly, but not stopping, Jake pushed until he was all the way in, his sack resting against her behind. Propped up on his arms, the innocent was shaken.
"Miss Rose? Miss Rose? It's hot and wet and tight. Um, I'm scared. I don't know if I like this," Jake said looking upset.
"Don't worry, Jake, you will -- I promise. Now we're going to start moving. You need to move in and out of me, but don't pull out completely. Do you understand? Here, let me help you a little."
With that, Rose put her hands on Jake's hips and began to push and pull his body. It took him a bit but eventually he started to move his hips the right way. One of the first times he popped right out, but Rose assured him he could just put his peter back inside. Slowly, in then out, Jake began to move on his own. Only then did a smile cross his face.
Rose wrapped her legs around Jake's waist and moved, meeting him thrust for thrust. Jake tried to talk but could only mutter an occasional "good". Rose needed this. She wanted this. She moved her hands to his young, tight ass and held on, digging her nails into his backside. His penis was touching places that had never been touched by male flesh.
Sounds -- waves splashing, gulls screeching, flesh slapping, people panting and grunting. Rose's orgasm washed over her like waves, again and again. Jake held onto her shoulders, pushing in deeper and harder. The man who had never been with a woman knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel good once more. Rose felt his grip tighten and his legs start to tense. Moments later he was moaning and holding her as tight as he could while he pumped his seed into her, finding its mark deep in her womb. Push, push, push - grinding her into the sand, and then collapsing on top of her.
Rose waited until Jake's breathing slowed to almost normal and he raised his head off her shoulder. He looked dazed but with the most delightful smile on his face. Without speaking, she urged him to get off of her. Jake rolled on his back and began to giggle.
"I poked a girl! I poked a girl!" he sang and then turned to Rose. "Miss Rose that was fun. You were right, it felt good. Did I help you feel good, too?"
Rose leaned over and stroked Jake's cheek. "Oh yes, Jake. You helped me better than anyone. Now let's go in the water and wash off a little."
They played and Rose swam a bit while Jake stayed near shore. Maybe she could teach him to swim real good, he thought. Rose came back to where he was and the two walked out of the water, hand in hand, to where their bathing suits were lying on the beach. Jake and Rose promised not to tell anyone what happened and that it would forever be their secret.
There was a storm brewing but no one knew it. Not the villagers, not Jake and not Rose. There was a storm brewing all right, and it was going to hit hard, thought Charlie as he set his binoculars down and turned his attention to the men fishing in the back of his boat.
Rose felt young again -- young and free. She also felt guilty for having cheated on Charlie and guilty for having used Jake. She sat on the edge of her bed wondering what she should do. She had done her best to explain to Jake that what happened was their secret. She hoped he was as good at keeping secrets as he promised. She owed it to Charlie to be a better wife. Maybe if she were more willing to participate in the games he wanted to play he would be nicer. She knew she had to stop feeling negatively about her marriage. After all, marriage was supposed to be for better and for worse.
The storm was fast approaching. You could see the darkness. It was the quiet before the storm. Others may have noticed. There was just something different in the air.
Rose heard the door slam when Charlie came home from work. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She had brushed her hair until it was soft and shiny, and wore Charlie's favorite purple sundress. He told her that even if she didn't have Liz's violet eyes, he could pretend. Turning away from the tossed salad she made, Rose jumped when she saw Charlie standing in the doorway watching her. She went over to kiss his cheek. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of fish.
"Charlie! You scared me," she said putting a pretty pout on her face. "I have chicken marinating but if you brought home fish, it will keep."
"There's no fish," Charlie responded, abruptly.
Rose could see he was not in the greatest of moods, but did her best to be cheery. "Well, I have potato salad left from last night, this tossed salad and applesauce. I'll let you deal with the fire and the grill. Now go take a shower, okay?"
Rose turned away but was stopped by Charlie grabbing hold of her hair and wordlessly pulling her down the hall to the bedroom.
"Charlie, stop!" she pleaded, tripping while being led backwards. "Please, you're hurting me!"
No one had a clue how much havoc the storm would cause. It would destroy everything in its path.
Charlie whipped her around and threw her on the bed. He pulled his fishing knife out of its sheath, took hold of the neckline of Rose's dress and began to slit it down the front. She could do nothing but lie there and whimper. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. She was experienced in what would happen if anyone overheard her.
Charlie cut her dress from neck to hem. He did the same thing to Rose's lace slip. He glanced at her white-knuckled grip on the chenille bedspread and then reached up and slit her bra. Her clothes now lay open on either side of her body. He dropped the knife and reached for the waistband of her panties and ripped them down over her hips and off her legs. Then Charlie cupped his hand around the back of Rose's neck and pulled her to stand in front of him. While what was left of her clothing fell away, he bruised her mouth as he forcibly kissed her and left her lips bleeding. Charlie spun Rose around and pushed her face-down on the bed.
Rose cried silently when she heard Charlie's belt buckle open and then his pants drop to the floor. He grabbed her hips and without any warning, pushed his way into her pussy. God, how she prayed he didn't notice anything different.
The storm was building. Nothing would be safe. It would take and take, until it moved on out of sight.
Charlie's cock slid in and out of Rose easily. If that's the case, he thought, she's wet enough for anything. Rose knew to stay on her knees until Charlie walked away. She felt him let go of her hips, pull out without cumming and then start pressing against her anus. He had never done that so she didn't know what to expect. What she did know is that she didn't want to do that.
"Charlie, no," she started until he slapped her ass as hard as he could.
There was no warning; he simply forced his way into her ass using only the bit of moisture on his cock. Rose screamed in pain, burying her face in the bed. Charlie didn't care. He slapped her ass again, grabbed her hips and began pounding as hard as he could. Now he understood why men said they like it. It was tighter than the first night they were together. In and out, moving like a machine now, causing her to stretch and bleed. He didn't care. Within minutes he shot his wad into her. Charlie pulled out, wiped the residue on her backside and then pushed her to lie flat on the bed. Rose was left gaping and dripping.
Rose couldn't remember when she felt that much pain. Charlie had never been that cruel. She was exhausted and lay there crying. She wished he would leave the house and go to the bar near the pier. Be careful what you wish for; it might come true.
Rose must have dropped off to sleep because she was awakened by Charlie rolling her onto her back and pulling her body up toward the headboard. He had taken a pair of her nylons and was securing her arms to the iron posts. She felt his cum oozing out of her ass, smearing the bedspread as he adjusted her body.
Rose was hoping the abuse was over. While Charlie blindfolded her, she tried to prepare for whatever it was he chose to do to her. Nothing could have prepared her for the sound of steel against steel. Rose didn't have to worry anymore.
A few hours later, Charlie walked into the Duck-In Bar and Grill at the pier. Zed was sitting with a couple of guys from their poker group.
"Hey Charlie, what were you burning tonight? It smelled like the whole neighborhood was invited to dinner," Zed asked playfully.
Charlie smirked and answered, "Well I did cook ribs and chicken on the grill. You should have stopped by. Found out the freezer quit on us so I had to throw out all of the food. Thought the best way would be to throw it in the burn barrel."
The guys agreed with him. It was going to cost a pretty penny to replace all of it.
"Hey Zed," Charlie looked at Jake's dad. "I've got a wild group coming in this weekend. I thought I'd throw out some chum and draw in some tuna and shark. What do you think?"
"Well, how much and when?" Zed asked.
"I thought I'd test it out tomorrow morning and see if it works. I want to head out around five o'clock. I've got some parts in my cooler under ice. Hey, do you think Jake might like to go out there with me? He's a good boy, and I'll bet he'd love to see some real big fish."
Zed was puzzled at first. Charlie had never offered to do anything nice for Jake. He had to admit though; Jake would love to see the big fish up close. "I'll bring him down to the pier. Thanks, Charlie. That's right neighborly of you."
True to his word, Zed brought Jake down to Charlie's boat before the sun was even close to rising. Jake had on his orange life jacket and was skipping down the dock. Charlie had already lifted the heavy cooler into the boat, along with some buckets of blood and fish.
Jake waved excitedly and called out, "Hi, Mr. Charlie! Is Miss Rose going to come with us?"
"She might join us Jake. Here, take my hand and be careful you don't slip. I don't need you falling overboard," Charlie said.
"How long are you going to be out?" asked Zed.
"I wouldn't imagine too long," Charlie answered. "Maybe we'll be back in time for a big breakfast. It depends if this idea works and we get the fish to come up to the boat."
"I want to see the big fish, Papa. I want to help feed them," Jake exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"You do just what Mr. Charlie tells you, all right Jake? You be a good boy."
"Zed, he'll be fine. We'll see you in a few hours."
The sun was just starting to break the horizon when Charlie figured they were out far enough. He wanted to set the chum before it got too light and other boats started appearing. He cut the engine and moved to the back of the boat where Jake sat.
"Now you see Jake, this blood, fish and meat will attract some very big fish. You have to be very careful when you put it in the water. We also want to be very quiet. No scaring them away, right?"
Jake pretended to take out a key and lock his mouth shut. Then he whispered, "Just like a mouse, Mr. Charlie."
"If this works, it'll be our secret, okay Jake? Can you keep a secret?"
"I sure can, Mr. Charlie. Just ask Miss Rose."
Storms have a way of fooling people, making them think they're over when they're not.
Charlie opened the cooler and threw some large pieces of meat into the water, then emptied a bucket of fish and blood in also. He and Jake sat in the quiet, waiting to see what would happen. It didn't take long to see the first fin slice its way through the surface of the water. A few small sharks were the first to arrive. The larger ones soon followed.
"Wow, Mr. Charlie! Look at the fish coming to eat. I never saw so many live fish this close. My papa never did this before," said Jake, watching Charlie throw some meat to the sharks. "Do you think I can do that? I can throw real good, I promise."
"Sure Jake, just put your hand in there and grab some meat. I think you're big enough to feed the fish."
Sure enough, Jake threw the meat well out into the ocean. Charlie watched him with an amused look on his face. Jake suddenly stopped and started giggling. He held the piece out for Charlie to see.
"Look Mr. Charlie, this looks like a pretty titty."
"So it does, Jake. Let's see if we can get the fish to come right up to the boat. Hold the meat real close to the water."
When the storm was over, its destruction spread over miles. Charlie's boat was found washed ashore about ten miles up the coast about a week later. The engine still worked and the damage to the boat appeared to be from it being brought in by the tides. There was no sign of Charlie or Jake. The coolers and buckets were empty but the blood was smeared everywhere.
About a month after that morning, what was left of Jake's life jacket was found on the secluded beach, where he used to look for shells.