Torture The Widow

Chapter 18 – Marilyn

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I didn't really have a plan to seduce the Masterson's they just sort of fell into my bed on their own. After I'd established Karen the stepdaughter as my piss drinking bitch, Marilyn came offering sympathy to the widow. I took the sympathy and quite a bit more.

"How are you doing, really? We're all so concerned about you," asked Marilyn who had just sat down beside me in my double chaise. It was afternoon of my third day at the resort. The resort had a beautiful beach. I was reading a novel I'd bought in the resort's store and taking occasional glances at the young male hotel worker who took care of the row of chaises that faced the ocean. He was a superb physical specimen, handsome, cold black skin, not an ounce of body fat and a sizeable bulge in his trunks. He handed out fresh towels, gave beach toys to the children, and came by periodically to spray the guests with cool Evian water.

On his last watering visit, I'd dropped my top discreetly and asked him if he knew where Villa 10 was. He made sure the cool water landed on my nipples.

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied in a deep baritone voice that resonated through my body right down to my clit. His teeth were startling white and the smile was a winner.

"After you're done here, could you find your way there?" I asked.

"$50 for four hours, $100 for the night," whispered the boy.

"All right," I said realizing that it was the first time I'd ever agreed to pay for sex. Just the idea was a turn on. He was all mine for four hours. I was imaging how his mouth would feel on my pussy when Marilyn plunked herself down beside me.

It was a glorious warm day and the resort was busy. Several yachts were anchored off shore the largest of which was the size of a small cruise ship. Moments ago, it's helicopter had carried some of the yacht's occupants overhead to land at the resort's golf course. I'd decided that being a rich widow was not a bad life style and that renting a young boy for the night went with the territory.

"Fine, it's sweet of you to ask," I said invoking my widow's voice. Marilyn had a body that bordered on perfection. She reminded me of Pamela Anderson. It was far too perfect to be natural. The bikini top barely covered her obviously augmented breasts. I wondered how many times she had gone under the knife to achieve her perfection. The almost too full lips were packed with collagen. A scalpel had sculptured the retrousse nose. The abs were the result of thousands of crunches. Karen had told me that her stepmother worked out 365 days a year no exceptions. Liposuction had reshaped the hips, thighs, and buttocks. Still real or not, she looked fabulous and I wanted her.

The chaise was large enough for two adults to lie down and not come in contact but when she climbed into mine, her bare legs pressed against mine from hip to knee sending a tremor through my psyche. Her leg felt warm against my thigh.

"Where's the rest of the Masterson clan?" I asked pressing my right leg a little firmer against hers. She passed the test by not moving away. We were both wearing a minimal bikini. I'd had to get a Brazilian wax job to wear mine without embarrassing myself. I could see the outline made by her labia in the soft material. I pictured my head between her legs sucking on her sex. Rozz, you got to get some of that I told myself.

"Jason's on the gold course. Jake and Judith are taking their tennis lesson," said Marilyn.

Karen and Maria were at the ocean's edge helping Nat build a sandcastle. It didn't take a genius to discover that Nat was not foremost in Marilyn's mind. Karen was more of a mother to the boy than Marilyn. God knows who little Nat thought was Mommie. I'd guess Maria followed by Karen. Marilyn would have been third on his list.

"Trace and I were talking about starting a family once our tours were over," I said starting to cry.

"Go ahead honey, and cry, you just cry your eyes out if you want to," said Marilyn pulling my head down to her breasts. It was not easy to resist pushing her top down and sucking a nipple. They were about two inches from my lips.

"I was so lucky for the short time we had. Trace Donaldson was a real man. I worshipped him," I sobbed.

"There, there," said Marilyn holding me firmly against that fabulous body.

"He'd be disappointed in me for acting this way," I said.

"Why is that, Rozz?"

"Trace always said that if he was killed in a combat zone, I was to mourn for five days then go out get drunk and get laid. He said I should move on. Don't be a professional widow he used to tell me."

"He must have been a wonderful husband," said Marilyn.

"When he said jump, I asked how high on the way up. When he said kneel down, I dropped to my knees and when he said bend over and grab my ankles I was so happy. He was nothing like most men you meet these days. He was a warrior on the battlefield and in bed. He was from a family of warriors who'd served their country since the Battle of Yorktown," I said.

"You were very lucky to have such a man," said Marilyn looking almost jealous.

"Jason seems like a fine man," I said.

"He's a sweetheart. He's not exactly a warrior but he's handsome and just to be tacky about it, rich," said Marilyn. "When you don't come from money, money matters a lot."

I suppose Marilyn had summed up her philosophy of life pretty well. She understood the one thing we had in common was rich husbands. She probably envied me the fact that mine was dead.

"I hope you don't think I'm an awful person but I need cheering up. Trace would not want me weeping over him this long. There's supposed to be a nice little bar about a quarter mile down the beach. They have a band and everything. Would you join me for a walk and let me buy you a drink?"

"I'd be happy too," said Marilyn not seeing the need to stay and supervise her son.

Actually, Gordon had told me the bar was pretty wild and had a reputation as a place where the locals preyed on female tourists not that women who come to the islands aren't looking to be preyed on.

"Last month, one of our guest's fourteen year old daughter went there on a lark. She went in a virgin. When she came staggering back two hours later, she told her parents that she had been assaulted multiple times in all three orifices," said Gordon after he had finished fucking me on the couch in his office.

"Did they have the perps arrested?"

"Not hardly, against our advice they called the local constabulary."

"And?"

"No one saw anything or heard anything. The bar owners threatened to have the girl arrested for slander. The laws are much different here you know."

"And if a tourist is raped?"

"She had better chalk it up to experience and as you Americans say move on. Locals are immune from prosecution for raping a tourist or any woman for that matter."

"So that was the end of it?"

"No, they are trying to sue the Fours Seasons Corporation back in the states?"

Fifteen minutes later, we were seated at the bar of a beach shack called 'Waco's'. The establishment was packed and we were lucky to get two seats. Even though it was mid afternoon, the crowd was pretty drunk. Clientele was a mixture of locals and tourists.

We ordered the house special drink that was a concoction of four different rums and several types of fruit juice. It was one of those drinks that goes down very easy but hits you like a freight train. The short walk in the sun had made us thirsty and we downed the first drink quickly and ordered another.

The band wasn't that good but it didn't need to be. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. There were a number of college age kids dancing. The girls kept pulling up their shirts to show their tits as they danced. An older woman, she must have been forty and drunk out of her mind, took her top off to display a decent set of knockers. She threw herself into the arms of one of the locals rubbing her tits on his bare chest as her husband looked proudly on.

"Elle's always been a slut when she drinks," announced the man I assumed was her husband. Elle was busily sucking on the local's nipples as she rubbed his cock through his shorts.

"Did you ever go on spring break and act wild?" I asked watching two of the young girls porn kiss as the pinched each other's nipples. The crowd was more men than women. I sensed some sexual tension in the air as the local men watched the young girls expose their breasts. It had the look of a crowd that could get out of hand pretty quick. I knew Gordon was right about the legal issue of non-consensual sex between a native and a tourist. If an islander raped a female tourist, her chance of justice was nil. The locals weren't up to prosecuting one of their own for forcing his cock into someone from the US.

"God yes, Cancun, my junior year," said Marilyn her tongue loosened by the second Waco Special. One thing I learned that day was that Marilyn could not hold her liquor. She was staring hard at the two young girls making out on the dance floor. Her nipples were showing through the thin material.

"What happened? Tell me."

"I entered a wet tee shirt contest and won. That was just for starters. I wound up naked on the beach with some men I didn't even know," said Marilyn.

"I've seen those videos. Girls take off more than a tee shirt," I said.

"I remember being down to my thong then pulling it aside for the audience when I won," said Marilyn. "I was something of an exhibitionist when I was younger."

"So was I. I used to take my panties off for fifth period and flash my Algebra teacher, Mr. Simpkins. He gave me an A."

"Rozz, you strike me as the kind of female that's honest, sincere, and trustworthy. So if I tell you certain things, I can count on them staying with you. Can't I?"

"Of course you can, Marilyn. And I feel the same about you. Being an Army nurse isn't exactly the same as being a nun, too many handsome doctors, orderlies and to be completely honest, pretty nurses," I said wondering how she'd react to my confession of bisexuality.

"I find you very pretty," said Marilyn leaning in to give me a light kiss on the lips.

"Whatever happens here or anywhere is just between us," I said returning her kiss.

"I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on you that we were soul mates," said Marilyn planting a serious tongue kiss on me.

"Let's dance," I said needing a few minutes to plan my next move.

Marilyn's talent in the Miss American pageant was dancing. She had a great sense of natural rhythm. I love to dance too and took ballet, tap, and jazz high school and college. On the dance floor among that bunch of drunks we were a hot pair. The music was a hip swinging meringue. The meringue is a simple dance once you get the motion. The meringue ended and maybe because Marilyn and I were all over each other the band played a lambada. The Lambada is a sexy full body contact dance whose closest American counterpart was probably the LA Grind.

I hadn't been on the dance floor long when I felt a hand untie the knot that held my top on. I figured what the hell and let my top fall forward. I gave my tits a big shake as they became free. I tossed the top on a nearby chair. Marilyn had lost her top so we were putting on quite a show. There was a moment of reverential silence as Marilyn's huge knockers became fully visible. They were big firm titties with nipples the size of quarters.

We danced rubbing our boobs together. The college girls made it a group dance and I found myself kissing some coed as we writhed together on the dance floor. The girl stuck her hand in my bikini bottom and felt my pussy and I returned the favor.

At that point, several of the men started dancing with us and before long I was dancing with two of the natives who were taking turns kissing my breasts. One of them had his hand down the front of my bikini bottom and I felt the rough fingers of a fisherman rake across my clit.

When I took a look around for Marilyn I couldn't see her. I kept dancing until the song ended. Still not finding Marilyn, I decided she must have gone to the Ladies Room. I was a little concerned and feeling a need to pee, I walked toward the exit marked Restrooms. I noticed that the two men that I had been dancing with followed me toward the Exit but I thought they must have been heading to the restroom also since the band had taken a break.

I walked down a short hallway and passed through a door to the outside. I immediately saw two Port-A-Potty. But it was what on the ground between the outdoor johns that caught my eye. Someone had placed several of the woven beach mats on the sand. And right there on the ground under the Nevis sun there were a couple of the college girls lying on the mats with a man on top of them. One of the girls was begging them not to rape her. Since the man between her legs had already achieved penetration that seemed academic.

And between the girls there was Marilyn down all her hands and knees with one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. She was enthusiastically pulling the first car of what looked to be a long train. There was a large group of black men and a several college boys waiting their turn with the three.

When I hesitated a few seconds taking in the scene and trying to understand what was happening, two of the locals grabbed my arms and half carried and drug me to an empty mat. My bikini bottoms were pulled off and a native climbed between my legs and skewered me. We're not talking foreplay here. No kisses, no hugs, he spread my legs wide while a buddy held my hands over my head. He spit on my pussy then used his cock head to smear his saliva around. He parted my labia with his dick, found the hole and pushed inside. Since my cunt was almost dry, it hurt like hell at first. Once he had entered me, his co-rapist let go of my hands. One hand went to my clit in an attempt to push the start button on my lube dispensers as the other wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him down for a passionate rape kiss.

Seeing that I was not exactly struggling or pleading for him to desist, my rapist gave me a big smile then started pounding away. I'd divide the crowd into spectators and participants. Among the spectators were two local females who offered encouragement to the men raping the tourists. On a resort island like Nevis, practically the only available work for women was cleaning the rooms of women like those spread out on those mats getting fucked. Undoubtedly it made for a certain amount of resentment. Seeing us being publicly humiliated partially made up for cleaning our toilets.

I was willing to help the third world lose their feelings of hostility so I wrapped my legs around the individual screwing me and humped his cock like a nymphomaniac who'd just escaped from five years in a convent.

I heard someone whispering, "That's right, pound my dirty hole." When I glanced over I saw that Marilyn was on her knees and elbows taking it up the ass.

One of the girls was crying as she was raped. What the hell did she expect? When a tourist takes off her top in a third world country, rape is only moments away. My first dropped his load and was promptly replaced. When I looked over his shoulder, I saw that we had drawn an even larger crowd. There was a long line waiting their turn.

There's an old saying I subscribe to. If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it. The fact that the girl to my right was sobbing and asking them to leave her alone gave it the proper ambiance for a gang rape. Each time a new guy mounted her she screamed and started babbling about being on her honeymoon. That made it interesting.

I adjusted my position to get more comfortable and began to fuck back in earnest. Based on the barrage of filthy talk, moans, groans, and grunts that Marilyn was sounding she also subscribed to the philosophy of enjoying the inevitable. After maybe a dozen loads had been deposited in my vagina and three in my asshole (these guys were not into oral), I was mounted by one of the tourists. He was handsome in an Italian looking way. The kind that hung around Kelly's Roast Beef in Revere Beach in the summer waiting for sluts like me to drive in and sample the pepperoni.

He stuck his cock in my ass gave me a dozen hard strokes then switched to my asshole.

"Your backdoor's still tight," he said.

"What's your name?" I asked recognizing the accent.

"Tony."

"You sound like you're from Revere."

"Fucking A, Revere High School. Going to Bunker Hill Community to get my associates."

"Rozz, Saugus High School, I'm an Army nurse." He hadn't asked my name but I gave it anyway. For the records I now knew the name of at least one of the men who was raping me.

At that point, the young lady who objected to being gang raped screamed, "Not my ass, don't put your cock in my ass please." That was followed by a scream of pain indicating her partner had ignored her wishes and shoved his large black cock deep into her rectum.

"Cathy's such a drama queen," remarked Tony with a look of disgust on his face.

"You know her?" I asked pumping his cock squeezing it with the same set of muscles I used to force my turds out. Ass fucking is similar to taking a very large shit.

"Fucking A, I married her last week. Think this will cause her to loose the baby? I should be so lucky," said Tony as he pounded his dick up my ass.

"Hard to say," I grunted somewhat fascinated that Tony was so nonchalant about what was happening to Cathy and that he had decided to be a participant in the gang rape.

"Have you fucked the big titted blonde?" I asked.

"Yeah, what a nympho, drunk out of her mind and cock crazy," said Tony. "Squeeze my cock when you feel my balls slap your ass."

"How was she?" I said pushing hard with the muscles lining my rectum.

"The blonde?"

"Yeah, the blonde."

"Just another piece of ass, nothing special, like you Rozz. You whores can't get enough in the states so you come down here for all this black dick."

"I'm a little surprised you're not a little more concerned that your new bride is on her back getting her brains fucked out."

"I hope they don't give her AIDs and I catch it," said Tony looking a little concerned.

Tony was an excellent example of how the average Revere, Massachusetts Italian stallion views females. They were okay for fucking and cooking but not much good for anything else. Basically, something you needed but didn't have to value very highly. Because since you were a handsome Italian male it was easy to find another female to meet your needs. I reached down and grabbed Tony's butt cheeks and pulled him deep into my asshole and squeezed my rectum around his cock. I found his arrogant self-important attitude endearing and wanted to give him a good fuck.

"Good, that's good, you must take it up the ass all the time," said Tony.

"I like it up the ass. Does Cathy?"

"No, but who cares what she likes. These guys certainly don't."

"How long you been married?"

"Five days today. We had to get married. I knocked her up. Her family knows my family. Her brother is connected so you know how it is."

I was pleased to learn that the time-honored tradition of a shotgun wedding was not dead.

"So you're going to be a daddy," I said as I started sucking on his nipples. I had a firm grip on his buttocks and was humping away enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in my bowel.

"So the bitch says. I found out there's a guy at Bunker Hill she was fucking behind my back. I'm going to have a DNA test after it's born. If it's not mine, I'll kick her whoring ass out, the little bastard too."

"How did you find out about the other guy?"

"Stupid cunt told me on our wedding night. Said she didn't want there to be any secrets between us. Probably start fucking him again as soon as she gets back home."

Cathy screamed again then broke out into loud sobs.

"Cathy, give it a rest," yelled Tony to his bride. I looked over to see that she was on her knees and elbows and a giant of a black man was standing over her fucking straight down into her asshole. Cathy's fists were clinched and tears were streaming down her face. I don't think she was enjoying her gang rape at least the anal part.

"So what's next for you two lovebirds?"

"Take her back to the hotel and make her douche her ass and pussy. I'm not going to fuck her anymore until I'm sure she doesn't have a disease. She can suck my dick until I know she ain't diseased," said Tony.

"I meant when you get back to Boston."

"Finish school get my associates, then I'm going to Northeastern and get my law enforcement degree and join the police."

"Sounds like a good career move," I said thinking that Tony certainly has the right attitude and personality for a Revere cop.

"I'm going to blow. Where you want it?" asked Tony after a few more minutes of serious ass fucking.

"Mouth, I've taken it everywhere else."

"You Saugus High girls are all cum swallowers. Bet you used to drive over to the beach on Saturday night, get down on your knees and suck dick till dawn."

"I never stopped just because it was dawn. Skull fuck me, Tony. Show me how you a Revere High grad treats a Saugus slut."

Spurred by my words, he pulled out of my ass and in one swift graceful motion taught by all Italian fathers to their sons as soon as they reach puberty, straddled my face grabbed a handful of my hair and rammed his pecker down my throat. He pounded me so hard I thought he was going to break my nose. Mercifully, he finished and I was allowed to breathe. He wiped his slimy cock on my hair.

"Congratulations and best of luck," I said to Tony as he got up off me.

"Cunt," he sneered at me as he got up. If we'd been alone, I had no doubt he would have slapped me around and pissed in my face for being a smart mouth.

The crowd had thinned out. After two more rapes there was no one left waiting. Marilyn was the only one of the four of us that still had a cock in her. Someone had left a half full bottle of beer in the sand near my head. Even though it was still warm I drank it.

Cathy was still whimpering when the last stud rolled off her. Some women can't get into anal. They're just not engineered right. The fact that they tense up the minute they feel a dick knocking on their backdoor compounds their problem. Cathy's asshole was bleeding slightly.

"Get up you fucking slut," said Tony pulling the sobbing girl to her feet.

"I hurt inside. I can't walk," said Cathy slumping back down.

"Well I'm not going to carry you," said Tony leaving her alone as he walked back into Waco's.

"Shit man that was wild," said a male that I took to be with the other female that found herself on the mats behind Waco's.

"Wild is right. I thought Sammy was bull shiting us when he said there was a gang bang behind Waco's most afternoons," said the girl using a dirty rag to wipe the cum out of her pussy.

"How many did you do, Kel?" asked the man.

"Shit, I lost count," said Kel. "At least fifteen, maybe twenty."

"That's the most so far,' said the guy. Maybe they were training to get in the hardcore version of Ripley's Believe It Or Not.

I recalled that Kel's partner had also screwed me. It was good to know that the afternoon gang rape was a regular feature at Waco's in case I got horny and felt like pulling another train. Kel finished wiping her pussy and ass then slipped her bathing suit back on. She and her guy joined hands and walked away like it was all in a day's work.

I turned to see how Marilyn was doing. She was on all fours. Deep earthy groans were coming out of her throat. The guy pounding her pussy seemed to be of normal statue so I was wondering why she was sounding like a cow being fucked by a Jersey bull.

"How are you doing, Marilyn? I asked sitting down beside her.

"Lester is the eight wonder of the world," groaned Marilyn. "Show Rozz your dick, Lester."

Lester pulled out so I could see his tool. I thought it never was going to get all the way out of Marilyn's tightly stretched cunt. When it fully emerged, I don't know if it was the eight wonder of the world but it was an exceptionally large cock. Later when Lester stood up. I'd guess he was 5'6" at most but his endowment was equal to Harvard's comparatively speaking. Few men on the planet could call Lester brother. If he ever made it to the San Fernando Valley he had a career in porn.

"I want to get off with Lester inside me," said Marilyn looking hopefully toward me.

"Let me help," I said diving under her. She moved to straddle me and I found myself under her. She stuck a finger up my ass and pushed her tongue in my cum filled snatch.

I licked her clit as Lester pounded away. The impact of his scrotum on the top of my head was actually painful. I felt like someone was hitting me in the top of my head with a sirloin steak.

Marilyn, Lester and I climaxed together. He pulled out and shot part of his load on my face. I have no idea why. I didn't ask him too. But then again technically it was a rape so he could do what he wanted.

After Lester finished I glanced at my watch and saw that we had been fucking for over three hours. We found our bikini bottoms and started to return to the bar when I noticed that Cathy was still lying there on her mat sobbing. The nurse in me came out and I decided to help.

Marilyn and I got the bottom of her bathing suit back on. We practically had to carry her back into Waco's. Surprisingly our bathing suit tops were folded neatly on a barstool. The crowd watched as we put our tops back on then helped Cathy to get hers on. My purse was lying there untouched so I paid the bar tab. The locals rape but don't steal was how Gordon characterized them.

I managed to get Cathy to name her hotel. I asked if any of the crowd had a car to drive her back and someone volunteered. I handed him a $20. The last I saw of Cathy she was being put in the backseat of a very old Chevrolet. At the last minute, three men beside the driver jumped in the car with her.

I suspected Cathy's rape experience was not finished as I watched the Chevrolet drive off in the wrong direction. Gordon told me that they wouldn't harm her just keep her for a couple of days until she had been fucked by most of the male population of Nevis then they would drop her off at her hotel.

Later, Marilyn and I were back at my villa. We were in the Jacuzzi working each other's clit with our toes and drinking a bottle of very good French champagne. Gordon had sent it over. He'd heard about our experience at Waco's. He kept very close tabs on everything that happened at the resort and on the entire island. Since the housekeeping staff reported to him, he had several hundred local spies.

"Heard you and Mrs. Masterson had the Waco experience?" asked Gordon. The phone had rung as soon as we got back.

"We were just sampling the local semen supply," I replied as I stripped off my bathing suit.

"No harm done then?" asked Gordon.

"None, Marilyn had her love tunnel widened by someone named Lester. A narrow winding road is now a super highway."

"Lester is a local legend. A certain wealthy New York matron flies in to see him every other month."

"I understand why. She enjoys his conversation. Marilyn and I are about to hop into the Jacuzzi to restore our weary parts," I said.

"Two bottles of champagne are on their way to help you overcome the travails of your afternoon. Complements of the house," said Gordon before ringing off.

I'd called over to the Masterson villa and told Jason that his wife was going to spend the night with me. She was helping me work through some of my grief issues. I got the impression that Jason didn't believe me. Figuring out Marilyn was as easy as a two-piece puzzle. I didn't doubt for a moment he knew I was planning to fuck his wife.

The stereo was playing Sinatra. Marilyn and I were using our toes to stimulate each other. My big toe was in her vagina. My little toe was tweaking her clit. I heard someone clear his throat and looked over to see the young man who worked the beach standing there with another boy about his age. I'd completely forgotten I'd hired him for the evening.

"What have we here?" asked Marilyn looking interested.

"John, who's your friend?" I asked.

"This is my brother James," said John looking worried. I'd only hired John but he'd brought along his brother hoping that I would decide that two male prostitutes were better than one. Since I had company, the situation was fortuitous.

"In the mood for more sex?" I asked Marilyn.

"I'm always in the mood. When I'm not it will be time to bury me."

"John, James, would you mind showing us your cocks?" I asked.

Both boys hesitated a moment before lowering their trousers. The results were impressive. Later, I learned that John was eighteen and James his younger brother seventeen.

"My God, are all the men on Nevis like Lester?" blurted out Marilyn.

"Lester's our uncle," said John brightening. Both boys had exceptionally large cocks. The shaft was cold black with a reddish mushroom head that had a sizeable over lip. There are women that sing the praises of the mushroom head that's wider than the shaft. They claim it creates an additional wave of pleasure, as the cock is withdrawn from the vagina. They refer to it as the backing out zing. Black men tend to the gifted with that type of configuration where Nordic men are shaped like a missile. One little eccentricity I have when it comes to the male member is the size of the piss hole. I prefer one that is large enough to work with the tip of my tongue. Those narrow slits are no fun.

"Come on in," I said waiving them to join us.

We began sucking their cocks while they sat on the edge of the tub. Before the night was over, we went through the full repertoire of sexual positions and partners. Marilyn and I had done each other while John and James watched. We'd experienced the ecstasy of double penetration. My best moment was having a cock in my ass, another in my vagina and my face buried in Marilyn's juicy pussy.

I handed each $150 early the next morning when they left. I'd read where you were supposed to tip a prostitute. I was standing at the door naked kissing each boy goodbye when I caught Jason looking through his window at me. I didn't wave but I thought about it.