Torture The Widow

Chapter 17 – Five Star Vacation

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The General whisked me away immediately after the funeral that I barely made it through. Thank God I was allowed to sit down or I would have toppled over into the grave. If I had, Mary Ellen would have opened the coffin and put me inside on Trace's remains then buried me alive. For some reason she really had it in for me.

Why did the General send me off on a vacation? I do not know. Maybe he just didn't want Mary Ellen to murder me. There was no doubt that if I stayed around, our diminutive first lieutenant would find a way to kill me in some unbelievably painful fashion. My guess is that he wants to keep me around as a sex object. He's fucked me several times and likes my 'never met a cock I didn't like' attitude. Anyway right after Trace's funeral, he handed me a first class ticket to Nevis and pushed me in the direction of the family limo.

"I've made a reservation for two weeks at the Four Seasons Resort. Rest up. Fuck the locals and have a good time. You deserve it,' said General Donaldson his hand on my ass as he hurried me to the limo.

"I need to pack," I protested as he escorted me to the car.

"Buy what you need when you arrive. You're a rich widow. Behave like one," said the General as I painfully walked toward the waiting vehicle. Without painkillers, I would have been screaming. Beatings, gang rape, electrical shock, and suspension with fishhooks had come close to making me a permanent head case.

"When you get back, Lois and I will take you to our cabin in Maine for some quiet fucking, just the three of us," said the General once I was seated beside him. His hand was already up my skirt massaging my sex as we pulled out of the driveway.

"That would be nice, Daddy. You know I think the world of you and Lois," I said noticing that my panties were already wet. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. You might think my behavior somewhat lewd for a recent widow but I never believed in letting the dead affect the living.

"How about a quickie on the way to the airport?" said the General pulling my head toward his lap.

I wasn't physically up to it but let's face it I owed the man. I tugged his zipper down as I hiked my skit up. After I freed his cock, I provided the best blowjob I was capable of under the circumstances. Getting a man hard with your mouth is one of the most satisfying things a person can do. At first it's just a limp hunk of flesh but with effort and skill it slowly changes and something that was soft and pliable becomes firm and rigid. Once it's erect, you can force the head into your throat opening and enjoy the sensation of having your esophagus expanded. Even though it was an act I had been doing for well over a decade and had performed hundreds (maybe thousands I never kept count) it had not lost its excitement.

For a fifty-year-old man, he was remarkably easy to arouse. I suspect Viagra was involved. He was erect in no time and I was able to massage the lining of my throat with his cockhead and taste some excellent precum.

Becoming aroused in spite of my physical discomfort I became desperate to fill the empty cavity between my legs I hiked my skirt further up above my waist and removed my pantyhose and panties. I spread my vagina open with my fingers and in one swift graceful motion straddled the General sliding his cock in me on the first try. His cock fit like OJ's glove. The fact that I was still sore somehow made it better. I sounded a long moan of pleasure as the General's penis came to rest deep inside my female plumbing.

"Nice, Rozz, you are the best," breathed the General as his dick reached bottom.

My pussy was sore as hell but still willing. The feeling of a cock initially descending my love canal is always a thrilling sensation no matter how many times it happens. I'd squeezed my cunt muscles to feel each millimeter of the descent. When I straddle a man, I allow my cunt muscles to fight a grudging but losing battle against gravity. Gravity always wins but it's the battle not the war that counts.

The General pushed my silk blouse up under my armpits then forced my bra up exposing my boobs. He knew as well as anyone what a painslut I was so he flattened my nipples with his thumb and forefinger pulled them out as far as he could and twisted them. In spite of the soreness from the fishhooks, I was in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, hurt my tits, Daddy, please, make them hurt, pinch them, bite them," I cried gasping out my pain and pleasure. Tit torture never loses its appeal for me. I want to be buried with a pair of alligator clamps on my nipples. I hope my guardian angel whips my boobs all the way through the Pearly Gates.

We fucked as we headed down I-90 or the Mass Pike as its known locally. The General had lowered the driver's partition so we had an audience. We picked up the pace as we entered the Ted Williams tunnel and passed under Boston Harbor. I was rubbing my clit with one hand and feeding my nipples to the General's eager mouth with the other. All the while I was bouncing up and down squeezing his hard dick slamming his prick in my hole. Loving the way it felt when I hit what I call the hard bottom. Even ordinary intercourse should be violent and brutish just as it was with our cave man ancestors.

Like any girl who grew up without a lot of material things I love to fuck in a limo with the driver watching. Doesn't every middle class girl dream of taking the high hard one in a stretch limo while the driver jerks off in the front seat?

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard with that big dick of yours. I'm Daddy's little slut," I pleaded as I started a long slide down Climax Mountain. I was using my little girl voice talking like I was ten. The General liked the Lolita thing. If I lived to get to Maine with Lois and him, I'd have at least one evening where Lois and I would dress up like Shirley Temple and suck him off while he listened to a recording of America's sweetheart singing 'The Good Ship Lollipop'.

I was flying American Airlines so the limo pulled up to Terminal C's drop off area. A too helpful valet opened the door just as the General was depositing his semen in my cunt and I was still climaxing. The cheeky valet held the door open and along with several of his co-workers watched us as we finished. Unruffled, I pulled my blouse down and stepped out of the limo taking the valet's hand. My hand was sticky with pussy juice and semen but the valet didn't seem to mind.

"Let me clean that off for you, Daddy," I said seizing the moment and leaning back into the car to take the General's slimy cock in my mouth and lick it clean. My skirt was still up around my hips and the valets could see the General's cum trickling out my pussy. Exhibitionism always adds something extra to a fuck like Hershey's syrup and sprinkles on vanilla ice cream.

"This is the most wonderful father a girl could ask for," I said to the onlookers as I pulled my bra back down over my boobs and buttoned a couple of buttons on my blouse. I reached into my purse and took out a tissue. I spread my legs and wiped my pussy sponging up semen.

"Would you mind throwing this away for me?" I said to the valet handing him the soaked tissue. I pushed my skirt back down.

"Sure, no problem," said the valet with a 'this can't be happening' look on his face.

"Enjoy Nevis, Rozz," said the General zipping his pants.

"One more kiss goodbye, Daddy," I said leaning in to give the General a porn kiss before turning around and heading into the terminal.

"Oh Rozz, do you need these?" called the General. He was leaning out the limo door holding up the pair of black French cut panties I'd removed. The General always loved a joke.

"No daddy, you keep them for me," I said watching as he buried his nose in them. I sang a few bars from 'My Belongs to Daddy' as I passed through the men who'd watch me exit the limo. Swinging my hips, I walked into the terminal.

There was no doubt that the valets now had a story they could tell their grandchildren. After a short wait in the First Class lounge and a glass of champagne I flew to San Juan sleeping most of the way. I had a brief layover that allowed me to buy some resort wear in the airport shops before I caught the eight seat commuter to St. Kitts where the Four Seasons airport welcoming staff put me in a power boat for the twenty minute ferry ride to Nevis. I was seated in the boat drinking a not too bad rum drink when a family came aboard.

It was one of those odd blended families you meet these days. Collectively, they were the Mastersons. The father, Jason, was late forties, early fifties and not bad looking at all. He must have put in his gym time because he was slender with a flat gut. He had the tan of a man that spends a lot of time on the golf course. He also iron gray hair that I am a real sucker for. If a man with hair like his tells me to lie down I immediately fall backwards spreading my legs as I go.

The wife, Marilyn, was somewhere between twenty-five and thirty. She was a real looker. Later on I learned she was Miss Tennessee and a second runner up in the Miss America Pageant. Marilyn was the quintessential trophy wife and as cold and calculating a bitch as you would ever want to meet. I liked her. When she met Jason at a charity auction he was a happily married man. Six months later he was divorced and remarried to her.

A few years younger than Marilyn was Karen who had just turned twenty two and graduated from University of Tennessee in Knoxville with a degree in public relations. She was the daughter of Jason and his first wife. Karen was also attractive but not the stunner her step mom was. Still she was a leggy blue eyed blonde All American girl with a beautiful tan and a flawless complexion.

Then there were the fifteen-year-old twins, Jake and Judith. They were half sister and brother to Karen being the off spring of Jason and his second wife. Judging from their dark complexion, brown eyes, and curly black hair, I say that Wife Two was a brunette from the Mediterranean area of Europe. Judith was dressed like most girls her age low rider jeans and a belly shirt. Her hips still had that boyish look that drives older dykes crazy. Jake looked to be all muscle. He had the wrists and forearms of someone who was used to swinging a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick.

The last of the off spring was two-year-old Nat who was Marilyn and Jason's child. I learned how they were all related later. Marilyn and Karen looked more like sisters than step mom and daughter. They had absolutely no use for one another. Holding together this odd group was Maria, the Latino nanny who looked after Nat.

I was sitting there in my widow's weeds black from head to toe downing a rum punch when the seven boarded. I was seated on one side of the boat and them on the other. I suppose I did look a little out of place. I hadn't bothered to change in the airport and my shopping bags of resort wear were stowed up front with the luggage. I was wearing a St. Johns two-piece and a rumpled Escada silk blouse. I'd kicked off my black Ferragamo pumps as soon as I got on board. Since it was a Roman Catholic funeral that started with a high mass at the cathedral, my hat, gloves, and veil were sitting on my purse. Not exactly what you call appropriate for a resort.

"Pardon me for asking and I know this is none of my business, but have you lost a love one?" said Marilyn once we were seated. She's was a nosy one.

"Marilyn honey," said Jason in a mild rebuke.

"I buried my husband this morning," I said all of a sudden feeling sad. I'd been worried that I would be bored out of my mind after a few days but all of a sudden I saw some possibilities.

"Oh my Lord, you poor dear. Are you all alone?" said Marilyn.

"Yes, I just had to get away," I said.

"How long had you been married?"

"Marilyn sweetheart, I think you shouldn't intrude," said Jason.

"God yes, leave the poor woman alone," said Karen expressing her disdain for her step mom's nosy behavior.

"Oh its all right, almost three years, we were very happy together," I said realizing that while Mary Ellen might want to kill me for being a widow; others would overload me with sympathy.

"Such a short time, how did it happen?" said Marilyn.

"He was in the army. His Humvee ran over a landmine. He and his Sergeant were killed. The vehicle exploded and burned. It was a closed casket," I said starting to cry.

"Now look what you've done," said Jason who was staring at my legs wondering how long I intended to grieve and whether a good fuck would help me get over my loss.

"You poor dear, oh how I feel for all the widows this war on terror has created," said Marilyn who had practically jumped from her side of the boat to mine. She had her arm around me in an instant and had come up with a small handkerchief to dab the tears off my cheek.

"What was his rank?" asked Jake. He was also eyeing my legs. I hadn't fucked a fifteen-year-old boy since I was fifteen or sixteen. I wonder if Jake was as quick to reload his gun as I recalled most fifteen years old males were.

"He was a Major in Special Forces, Major Trace Donaldson"

"Wow, I bet he was tough. Those Special Forces guys are tough," said Jake.

"Ms. Donaldson, if my family is bothering you, just say the word and I'll make them shut up," said Jason. He was playing the protective male who would later show me how best to assuage my grief.

"No bother at all. I'm Captain Rosalind Donaldson by the way. Everyone calls me Rozz."

"Did you hear that, Jason. Rozz is a hero too, the heroic widow of a dead hero," said Marilyn who I later learned had a degree in communications and had worked as a local news anchor. It sounded like something a news anchor would say.

"Are you in Special Forces too?" asked Jake.

"No, I'm a nurse assigned to the 544 ^th medical battalion currently stationed at a hospital in Kuwait. I'm an OR supervisor," I said.

"Oh you poor sweet thing," said Marilyn hugging me so tight I could barely breathe.

"I'm interested in nursing as a career," piped up little Judith. "Can you talk to be about it sometime?"

"Of course I'd be glad to," I said smiling at Judith who was cute, cuddly, and therefore irresistible. I wondered how her pussy would taste. Did she use a strawberry flavored douche?

The ferryboat had left the dock and as it passed out into the strait from the protected harbor the water got rougher and the bow started to slam into the waves. That woke little Nat who started to cry. That occasioned Maria to pluck him out of his carrier and hold him.

"We're the Mastersons by the way," Jason who proceeded to introduce his family to me. Jason owned a plant in Nashville that manufactured corrugated boxes. He had some other business interests. I assumed he was rich since he was taking seven people on vacation to a five star resort.

It was close to midnight when we arrived at the dock. A sleeping looking reception committee met us and walked us to our accommodations. The fact that I had two shopping bags and no luggage created a small stir. The resort had two types of accommodations: rooms and villas. Thanks to the General's generosity I has a two-bedroom villa. The villas were really complete houses and they included a private swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. It was a short walk to the beach.

The Masterson's were in the villa next door, a much larger five-bedroom facility. My reservation was for two weeks. I stripped naked, took a shower, and collapsed across the bed. I slept twelve hours straight.

I was slowly waking up when I heard a quiet voice whispering, "Rozz, Ms. Donaldson, are you all right?"

I opened one eye and there was Karen peeking into the bedroom. I was sprawled across the bed naked.

"Oh I'm sorry," she blurted out. "Marilyn insisted I come over here and check on you. I told her you probably wanted to be left alone."

"It's okay, come on in," I said stretching and arching my back. I unobtrusively watched her as I stretched. She appeared interested.

"Can I fix some coffee?" asked Karen.

"That would be wonderful," I said.

I lay there thinking what a challenge it would be to seduce an entire family even the nanny. I'd have to give Nat a rain check but the rest of the Masterson's qualified. It wasn't long before Karen returned carrying a tray with two cups of steaming coffee.

"I hope you don't mind but I forgot to pack a robe. Actually I forgot to pack anything," I said as Karen sat the tray on the nightstand.

"I think the human body is beautiful and we shouldn't be so self-conscious," said Karen. She was wearing a light blue top and white shorts courtesy of Ralph Lauren. She looked healthy, blonde, and just dying to be screwed. My mouth was practically watering. I warned myself to take it slow and don't scare her.

"I agree. We worry entirely too much about clothes. Hop in," I said moving to one side of the bed and indicating she should take the other. I was pleasantly surprised when she joined me stretching out a pair of shapely well-tanned legs.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Rozz," said Karen looking me over. "You must feel terribly sad to have lost your husband."

"And you are a very beautiful girl," I said turning toward her. "I need to talk about something besides myself and widowhood. Tell me. Any men in your life?"

"Not now," said Karen looking a little pained.

"Something happened."

"He turned out to be a major slime ball. I was so stupid. Roland and I were going to get married. We had even set a date."

"And he disappointed you?"

"Yes, by sticking his cock in my best friend. Corey and I went all the way through grammar school, middle school, and high school together. We were inseparable and roomed together at UT."

"Did you catch them in the act?"

"Yes and how. I'd left to drive home to Nashville for the weekend but I forgot a textbook I needed for a paper so I turned around. Corey was on top of Roland doing a cowgirl. I went ballistic and tried to kill them with a kitchen knife."

"No one got injured I hope."

"Only me. Roland took the knife away and slapped me. Then he punched me in the stomach. Corey slapped me too and made my nose bleed," said Karen who was starting to mist up.

"Better to find out then than five years after you're married and have two kids," I said.

"I suppose you're right. Actually I felt more betrayed by Corey than Roland. I thought she really cared for me. She and I were so close or at least I thought we were. We shared everything with one another or at least I thought we did. She admitted that she and Roland had been getting it on for months. She taunted me about how he would screw her with his cock covered in my pussy juice. She called me a fool and said that she had banged this boy I was going steady with in high school. She is a total slut."

"It seems like we both have had some difficult moments," I said putting my arm around Karen and drawing her head to my shoulder. My naked breast was resting against her chest. I half expected her to pull back but she rolled my way letting her arm rest on my abdomen.

"Mine's nothing compared to yours," sniffed Karen. "Losing a husband has got to be much worse than a fiancé."

"Maybe we poor wounded females can comfort each other," I said putting my hand under her chin and raising her face to look directly in her eyes.

"I could use a little comfort," said Karen. "Marilyn considers the word 'sympathy' a synonym for 'shit'. She is such a bitch. She treats daddy like a doormat and he lets her. I think she fucks around every chance she gets."

"Shush, forget about Marilyn for now. Why don't you just relax? Melt down in the mattress and allow me to do something that will calm the both of us," I said brushing my lips against hers.

Seducing femmes was new to me. I'm not saying that I'm new to lesbian sex. I've eaten more than my share of cunt but in an environment where seduction was not required. The Latino nurses in my unit were just as eager to get their head between my legs as I was their's.

"All right, sounds nice," said Karen taking a deep breath and closing her eyes in an obvious sign of surrender. She knew exactly what I intended to do.

I kissed down Karen's body paying particular attention to her belly and navel as I unsnapped her shorts. At any moment, I half expected her to call a halt to the proceedings but she didn't. When I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and she lifted her hips to assist me, I knew I was home free. I passed my tongue over her love button once her shorts and panty were on the floor beside the bed. That occasioned a loud moan and an, "oh yes," followed by a spreading of the legs and a rotation of her thighs to open her hips and push out her sex. The girl knew what she wanted.

After a few long figure eights with my tongue encircling her clit at the top and her vagina as the bottom, I performed a finger test that showed her oil was pumping like a Kuwaiti field. I kissed back up her body taking off her top as I went. I went slow and took my time switching my mouth between her breasts, mouth, ears, and neck while my hand worked her clit and vagina.

Karen was noisy and verbal. Her libido caused her to breathe like she had just run a competitive mile. And for someone who looked like Miss Wholesome she had an interesting vocabulary and the instincts of a painslut.

"Lick my knockers, lick them motherfuckers, that's right, Rozz, bite them, bite my tits," came out in a torrent of words. She had captured her nipples in her fingers and was running a high-pressure stretch test.

Karen pulled my mouth to hers and gave me a wild-eyed look as she cried, "Make me your bitch, Rozz, I want to be your bitch."

"You are my bitch, you little slut," I said not wanting to disappoint and totally thrilled that my seduction of the Masterson's had gotten off to such a good start. "You'll do anything I say. Even if I tell you to fuck every black stud on Nevis."

"Yeah, yeah, make me suck their dicks and swallow their cum. I'll do whatever you say," said Karen her eyes closed picturing herself pulling an endless train of handsome black men.

"Tell me you'll take it up the ass and drink their piss," I said wondering if she was really serious.

"God fucking yes, I'll let them butt fuck me then lick the shit off their dicks and swallow their strong yellow," said Karen. The use of the term, 'strong yellow' made me think Karen was no stranger to water sports. The WS crowd can be divided into two groups: those who drink only after the pisser had consumed a couple litters of water and those that like it when it resembles a glass of oak fermented chardonnay. You already know which group I belong to.

I decided to put on my submariner's cap and dive between her legs. It was classic lesbo sex: tongue circling clit, two fingers in her vagina ticking her G-spot and a wet index finger up her ass for the Dirty Sanchez. Women adore a Dirty Sanchez. She hit the big O like a laser-guided bomb taking out an Iraqi grammar school. I thought she'd never stop trashing about and screaming obscenities.

"Now, let me do you," said Karen as soon as she caught her breath.

I rolled on my back reached up and grabbed my big toes with my thumb and first two fingers yoga-style palms inward. You may think that's a little odd but when you wrap your thumb around the base of your big toe and press hard you encounter a very interesting pressure point. It heightens your senses and causes your lower body to relax. The tourniquet effect on my big toe flies right up to my clit. It also rotates your hips outward and exposes your asshole.

"Rim me, bitch," I said.

I didn't have to ask twice. Karen acted like she was trying to get her head up my ass. She circled my sphincter with her lips and sucked my brown hole as her tongue searched for Mr. Goodbar. Some people are better ass eaters than others. Karen was superb at getting my anus to relax so she could work an open hole. She was coordinated enough to finger fuck my vagina and massage my clit simultaneously.

I held on to my big toes as I climaxed.

"That was wonderful," said Karen. We were lying there recovering. My arm was around her and she was snuggled up against me.

"Karen, I think we both need to have some fun during the next two weeks. I know I'm a recent widow but Trace and I saw very little of each other because of our Army careers. I hope you don't think badly of me but I need to party not sit around and think about my loss."

"Rozz, I'm your bitch for the next two weeks. Don't worry about what I think. I understand what you're saying. Let's have fun and life can go back to being serious when we go back to the US," said Karen.

"Good, you know what I feel like doing?"

"Just tell your little slut and I'm for it," said Karen.

"Let's fool around in the shower," I said.

Fifteen minutes later, Karen was on her back on the shower stall with her mouth on my urethra. I hadn't pissed since I woke up so I was packing some very strong yellow.

"Go ahead, Rozz, I need it," said Karen. You could see in her eyes that she meant what she said.

I squatted over her open mouth and allowed a small squirt to spray on her face. It was aged piss, dark yellow more of a gold.

"Oh fuck that's delicious," said Karen using her tongue to capture the drops on her lips.

"Let's not waste a drop. Put your mouth on my piss hole," I said positioning my cunt closer to her mouth.

"I want it all," said Karen placing her mouth over my spring of golden liquid and sucking on the hole.

I released it slowly so she could keep up. We didn't waste a drop. I had a very full bladder but Karen was determined and she just kept swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

When I finished and helped her up, she showed me she had a little round belly.

"This is so fucking hot," I said gently rubbing her swollen abdomen.

"I'm piss pregnant," said Karen kissing me and allowing me to taste my own urine on her lips.