0 comments/ 125107 views/ 3 favorites Juxtaposition Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion "I wonder how many inches of dust I've wiped off this bookshelf over the years?" Valerie Benchkoff wondered aloud, singing hymns to herself as she robotically lifted item after item up to clean underneath. Nearly 32 years worth of marriage, motherhood and memories resided on the oak shelves in front of Valerie as she went about her weekly routine. Those 32 years of marriage to her Husband, Nolan, hadn't been easy. Wedded at the age of 17, more to get away from her own folks than any real comprehension of love, Valerie had certainly grown to treasure and adore the man she married and wouldn't have traded her life for anyone's. Pregnant by the age of 19 and then again when she was 22, the latter half of Valerie's life had whizzed by in a blinding rush. One morning shortly after her son and daughter had moved out for good and proceeded with their own lives away from the family farm, Valerie had woke up one morning and suddenly wondered where her life had went. The weekly routine of dusting the years' worth of accumulated photos was one way she had to keep reminding herself of how great her life had been and what joys she had to be thankful for. Yet, after having two kids running around the house, discovering life at every turn for nearly three decades, to have that simple joy missing from her life, with each passing day, Valerie felt increasingly empty. The rigors of running a small and struggling family farm on the outskirts of Davenport, Iowa however kept Valerie from dwelling on the negatives for too long. There were still chores to do, bills to pay, trips into town to make and a Husband to take care of. And Nolan, eight years her senior, had gradually had his health decline over the past decade. A mild heart attack two years earlier had gone a long way towards helping with his eating habits, but the fear of another one combined with a litany of back and shoulder problems has slowed his work around the homestead. Still, it was a good life they had made together and when the work for the day was done and the sun had set for the evening, Valerie could rest her head on her pillow most nights thankful for all her blessings. ______________________________________ 1500 miles to the East, in the Bronx, a 17 year old boy was resting his head on a tattered and worn pillow as well. The same age Valerie Benchkoff was when she got married back in Iowa long ago, Rodrego Munoz's prospects for the future weren't nearly as promising as Valerie's had been. Burdened from day one, born to a Mother of only 15, and conceived by a Father he never knew, Rodrego had dodged more bullets, literal and figurative, than 90% of the soldiers do during a war. Even though his Mother cared enough to keep Rodrego's attention turned towards school and a decent life while he was younger, the same lure of the street that had felled many of his fellow generation constantly nipped at Rodrego's heels. In the ultimate of ironies however, it was failing to dodge one of those bullets that might have saved his life. An innocent bystander on the opposite side of the street from a drug deal gone bad, a shell had ricocheted into his shoulder, landing Rodrego in the Emergency Room. A fact of life living in that neighborhood Rodrego readily accepted, but one of the doctors treating him saw more in the young Puerto Rican boy than mere cannon fodder. Hugo Moralis had once been a Puerto Rican street punk as well, and even when his parents up and left San Juan when he was 12 for the US to work the fields and orchards wherever they could find employment, he remained a punk until someone saw potential in him. So in many ways Hugo saw himself in the injured teenager in front of him. Having finally settled in West Texas with his family, Hugo had quickly picked up English and made progress in school. So much in fact, he had earned a scholarship to college through the Hispanic College Fund and six years after escaping the war zone of poverty he was born into, Hugo enrolled as a Freshman at Texas Tech. After getting his undergraduate degree there and working three jobs to save up, Hugo moved to New York where he completed Medical School, spending the previous 15 years working as a trauma specialist at hospitals in some of the city's poorest and roughest neighborhoods. So when Hugo approached Rodrego, a fuse was hesitantly lit. Rolling his eyes initially from Hugo's description of moving from farm to farm, picking everything from cotton to corn as a youth, Rodrego might as well have been listening to the Man in the Moon for all the sense it made. "What does any of this have to do with me?" the 17 year old bluntly spat, flinching in pain from the tightness of the bullet wound in his shoulder. "It has to do with the next time you come through those Emergency Room doors...three inches to the right and we wouldn't be having this conversation, Rodrego," Hugo soberly replied. "Three inches..that's all..and there'd be a tag on your toe going out the backdoor of the hospital right now!" Still, Hugo understood completely the angst and sense of resignation a kid like Rodrego was feeling. Never one to forget the valuable, and often times hard, lessons he learned during his trek across America's fruited plain as a child, Hugo had searched endlessly for ways to give back to the community and help kids that had been in his position. One such outlet he and his wife had found was supporting a program called "The Fresh Air Fund" that took at risk, inner city teenagers and placed them with a farm family for a few months during the Summer, in hopes that the time away would help the kids develop some life skills and an individual sense of self worth, away from the inherent and ever-present dangers of home. When Hugo first broached the idea to Rodrego of enrolling in the program, the 17 year old laughed incredulously in the older man's face. But after discussing the idea with Rodrego's Mother, whether it was having to see her Son laying in a hospital room with a gunshot wound, or knowing the streets would be waiting for him as soon as he checked out, Desiree Munoz was slightly more open to Hugo's idea, and in the end convinced her Son to take the four month sabbatical with the program. _________________________________ Sitting in a coach window seat on a half full plane trip from New York City to Iowa City where his host family would be waiting at the airport, all Rodrego could do was stare aimlessly out the window. "Iowa...where the fuck is Iowa?" Rodrego's stomach churned, feeling as if he were being shipped off to a place as remote as Central Antarctica rather than some place in the heart of the United States. "And to a fucking farm on top of it..what the fuck is that about...They want me to learn to drive a tractor ....FUCK," he mumbled on and on, at one point causing a concerned flight attendant to come over to check to see if he was OK. "Damn..she's pretty hot," Rodgero thought to himself as the buxom, sandy blonde stewardess leaned in closer, her perfume causing his angst to stir even more, reminding him that he'd be away from all the girls in the neighborhood all Summer. "I turn 18 in a couple of months and I probably wont even get to get laid." "I'm..I'm..OK," he told the flight attendant. "Just my first time flying..that's all." "You'll do fine," she smilingly reassured before turning to continue with her rounds, leaving Rodrego with a brief but lasting glimpse of her tight behind. ___________________________________ The idea would have probably never crossed Valerie Benchkoff's mind if it hadn't been for the moment of weakness she was caught up in driving down Main Street one afternoon running errands. The weekly trip into Davenport to pay bills and get groceries was one of the rare times Valerie could get away from home and all the stresses there. Still, the pile of outgoing bills sitting on the passenger seat of the pickup was an all to real reminder that times on the farm were not getting any easier. The weather forecasts for that Summer were promising and Valerie had little doubt they'd be able to make the loans again that Fall but with Nolan's deteriorating health and the difficulty everyone in the area had finding quality help, there was an ever constant gnawing in the back of Valerie's mind when it came to money. Financial troubles aside, Valerie was fending off a litany of personal demons as well. Part of it, Valerie had convinced herself, was the change of life she thought she was going through. The fact that both her kids had grown up and moved out wasn't making it any easier either. After spending the past 25 years with the sounds of extra footsteps in the house, Valerie was faced with the fact that her Son had accepted a position as a junior partner at a law firm out of state, and her Daughter had married a Naval Officer and they were stationed in Japan. All that combined with the constant stress of the business and Valerie truly felt she had no outlet for her sanity. So when she heard the PSA for the Fresh Air Fund that afternoon on the radio for probably the 100th time, a spark was lit within her as well. Formulating the idea the entire way home inside her head, Valerie saw several advantages for the family. First, and most importantly, it would give Nolan some much needed help around the farm. It would also bring in some added income as well as cutting down on the extra help they had to hire that Summer. And selfishly, Valerie's motherly instincts couldn't resist the idea of having a kid around the house, even if it was only for a few months. All in all she concluded, it was just what everyone needed. After first running the idea by her skeptical Husband and then discussing it with the people back East who ran the Fund, Valerie agreed to take on the task, hoping it would be an education for everyone. Ever the tough guy, Nolan Benchkoff initially balked at the thought. Not so much from sharing his house with an outsider, like his wife he felt the same twinges of loneliness with the kids gone as well, but more from having to come to the realization that he couldn't do as much physically as he used to and the days of being able to run the farm on his own were gradually slipping away. The people at the agency had also gone out of their way to tell the prospective hosts that the kids they'd be taking in were troubled and often times had spotty pasts, but Valerie had spent her entire life in a small town and while she had seen plenty of bad parents, she had never met a bad child. ____________________________________ A chilling sense of surreality enveloped everyone involved the instant Rodrego and the Benchkoff's met at the airport. His head resting against the passenger side of Valerie and Nolan's pickup as the drove him to his new Summer home, Rodrego couldn't help but feel as if he had been abducted by aliens as a wall farmland engulfed him on each side. "So...you've never been out of the city before?" Valerie casually asked, trying to make conversation with the young man. "No..hardly ever been out of my neighborhood," Rodrego replied, still too uncomfortable to make sustained eye contact with the couple. The scattered buildings on the outskirts of Davenport given way to nothing but farmhouses now, Rodrego couldn't help but feel as if he had somehow become a drafted soldier, snatched from his home and shipped out to a war zone he knew he wasn't prepared for. Quickly feeling a pit develop in his stomach, Rodrego fought to keep a welling tear inside his eye as he thought of his Mother and everything he had taken for granted back home, knowing none of that would help him in this strange new world. If the culture shock wasn't bad enough, Rodrego trembled and stewed as Nolan began explaining what a day on the farm would be like. How at 5 every morning, they'd get up for a quick cup of coffee and breakfast before heading out first to take care of the animals and then work the 90 acres of land. And as rough as the Rodrego thought the new routine would be, it turned out to be infinitely tougher than he could have imagined. "This is fucking crazy," he would mutter to himself over and over in the darkened hush of his bedroom late at night, his hamstrings burning and throbbing as he lay there, dreading the sound of Nolan knocking on his door a little before sunrise every morning. "How can a guy three times as old as I am keep that up everyday of his life," Rodrego wondered, knowing he wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out. "I should have joined the Navy or something...If I have to get up this early and work this hard...I might as well be getting paid for it and be able to do it somewhere like Hawaii," Rodrego sighed in between stealing peeks at his alarm clock. ___________________________________ As with most forms of purgatory, the development of a routine doesn't necessarily make the stay any easier but it does make it tolerable. To Rodrego's surprise, the day to day litany of chores became manageable and at night, too tired to fret over what he might be missing back home, he retreated to his room and watched MTV and most of the other channels he got at home, off the Benchkoff's satellite dish. Even though he had never been around people quite like Nolan and Valerie, and vice versa, the three steadily came together as the weeks wore on. As the first month of Rodrego's stay drifted by, a burgeoning sense of pride welled inside of Valerie and Nolan, both by how much progress he had made as well as their ability to learn things about themselves through that fostering process. Still, there was a level of guilt involved knowing they had, in a sense, taken Rodrego way from his home, especially when it came to the lack of available social interaction for someone like him in Davenport. "You should have seen the way he was eyeing Darla Pitts down at the General Store the other day," Valerie said to her Husband one night in bed before they turned in. "Was she looking back at him," Nolan laughed as he lazily thumbed through that morning's Gazette. "No..not really..I think he was making her uncomfortable to be honest," Valerie replied. "Ah..no big deal..Boy's almost 18.....at that age he's nothing but a stirring pot of hormones to begin with....now he's up and moved completly away from his comfort zone..I can't imagine how hard things must be for him," Nolan thoughtfully related. "Besides..me must be desperate if he found Darla worth a second look!" "Stop that..But I guess you're right," Valerie sighed. "Do we know anyone with a Daughter about his age..maybe we can fix the two up....maybe...?" The two looked at each other before either could say another word, knowing any sort of arrangement like that would most likely cause more problems down the road than it would solve, and long after Rodrego moved back to New York, Valerie and Nolan would still have to worry about any repercussions at home. So with that, Valerie flipped off the light, and the subject was dropped. ________________________________ Everything Nolan had been telling his wife about the cauldron of hormones a kid like Rodrego would be experiencing was an understatement. Three doors down the hall, Rodrego lay naked on top of his sheets allowing the fan in the window sill to take some of the edge off the late Spring Iowa heat. "1 AM," he sighed, knowing he had to be up in four hours to start his morning rounds. His need for sleep was trumped however by a more primal and pressing need. Pressing being the throbbing girth of his aroused cock rubbing like a smooth and warm pipe down the inner length of his left thigh. Rubbing it steadily as he swayed his head lazily on the pillow, Rodrego knew he could make it cum pretty much anytime he wanted, but for the moment, he was enjoying the burgeoning buildup to orgasm as he allowed multiple images to dance in his mind. Not that there was a lot of day to day fantasy material to commit to memory around the farm. "Not a lot of sirens hanging out behind the pasture," he laughed to himself. Aimlessly flipping the TV remote in his right hand for something to catch his eye as he continued to fondle his dick with his left, Rodrego thought longingly of several of the girls he knew back home, some of the women he saw during the occasional trip into town with Nolan and Valerie, intermingled with the occasional image on the TV screen. One memory kept leaping into his head however that caused his cock to jump ever so slightly each time he played it over in his mind. It had been true what Valerie told her Husband earlier about seeing Rodrego stare longingly at the big boned clerk named Darla, down at the General Store. But what Valerie hadn't shared was that Rodrego had caught Valerie watching him, and even more to the point, catching the way Mrs. Benchkoff blushed when it happened. Once back in the pickup for the drive home, Rodrego couldn't help but notice there was a different kind of tension in the air between the two. Granted, laying in bed at that moment and masturbating, it was probably his hormones extending any meaning to what happened on the trip home that day, but as Rodrego closed his eyes and intensified the grip on his cock, he could clearly picture the way Valerie stewed nervously in her seat and the way her erect nipples poked out the front of her teeshirt as she drove back to the farm. Stroking his cock faster and faster as he replayed that image in his head, Rodrego's lean and muscular hips lurched repeatedly up from the mattress, fucking the imaginary image above him until wad after steaming wad of thick milky ejaculate shot into the air, landing in a messy dotted pattern on his thighs, groin and belly. "Doesn't mean anything...doesn't mean anything at all..I just needed to get off," Rodrego sighed after it was done, thankful for the release and the ability to finally go to sleep as million of tiny endorphins swam through his overworked body. ___________________________________ Rodrego's 18th birthday passed the first week of June during his stay in Iowa. After spending an hour or so talking to his Mom and some of his friends from home on the phone, he enjoyed some cake and ice cream with the Benchkoff's and some of their friends. While it wasn't a big production, it was one of the neater birthday's Rodrego could ever remember. Later that evening, after all the revelry had died down, Valerie found herself wide awake in bed. For a woman who usually fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, she tossed and turned next to her fast asleep Husband until well past midnight. "It must just be from having the party for Rodrego tonight," Valerie theorized, unable to keep herself from thinking back to her own Son and Daughter's 18th birthday and how quickly they had grown up. "Reminds me of how good it is to have that youthful energy in the house..honestly..I don't know what I'll do when Rodrego's gone in a few months...we'll be right back where we started," she thought to herself, allowing her mind to wander as Nolan snored beside her. "This isn't getting anything done," Valerie finally decided, fighting off insomnia for another ten minutes until giving up. "There's a load or two of dirty clothes downstairs I can get to...get a head start on the wash tomorrow..besides.. I can catch up on that paperback I've been reading..that usually helps me get to sleep," Valerie hummed to herself, pulling her body gently out from under the covers and slipping on her housecoat before making the silent trek from her bedroom, past Rodrego's closed bedroom door and down the basement stairs to the laundry space. ______________________________________ Tucked safely away in the refuge of her basement laundry room, Valerie paced through the cluttered space as the relaxing hum of the washing machine soothed her nerves. Purposefully keeping the stressful thoughts of loan payments, interest rates and weak profit margins at bay, Valerie tried to concentrate on more pleasant things. Juxtaposition Ch. 01 "Our 32nd Anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks," she whispered, bringing a warm smile to her sleepy face. Leaning her back against the wall as she lost herself in thought, Valerie was proud of the fact that she could clearly recall each of the other 31 anniversaries. Lost in the hypnotic drone of the washing machine, Valerie was gently nudged back to reality by the sound of stirring upstairs. "It...it must just be Rodrego..he's probably going to the bathroom," Valerie assumed correctly as the trail of heavy footsteps passed directly overhead before the sound of the bathroom door closing echoed through the house. Gracefully easing across the cool tiled floor in her warm bedroom slippers, Valerie casually glanced up the stairwell and her attention was caught by the reflection shining off a glass picture frame hanging on the wall. The hum of the washing machine's spin cycle filling her senses, Valerie crossed her arms and stood there in the concealed darkness of the basement until the sound of the upstairs toilet flushing caused the hair on the back of her neck to inexplicably stand up. An instant later, Rodrego emerged from the bathroom, his enlarged and distorted body reflecting down to Valerie, like a carnival mirror, as he quickly disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Turning her head quickly to the left as if she had been slapped, Valerie kept her eyes closed for several moments trying to convince herself she hadn't seen what she thought she had. "...He....didn't....have any clothes on, "Valerie's inner voice trembled as the trail of footsteps continued through the house. "He had to have a pair of shorts..or boxers on..or something," she rationally knew. "No ..No he didn't," her memory replied. "He has complained a few times about how hot it gets at night," Valerie remembered, gripping her hands tightly around her folded arms as she stewed in place. "And this late..I'm sure he's use to me and Nolan being in bed." Her synapses seemingly drowning in molasses, the vibrations of Rodrego's returning footsteps didn't register in Valerie's head until it was too late. Her eyes still glued to the hazy and mangled reflection in the glass picture frame, a knot developed in the married woman's throat when the trim and chiseled teenager once again paced through her field of view. A weak gasp trickled free from Valerie's lips and her body went limp. "He was.....naked," she choked, her blood suddenly boiling at the brief distorted reflection. The washing machine silent now behind her, Valerie stood in the eerie calm of the basement, twitching feverishly from the rushing dose of unexpected adrenaline in her system. Her knees knocking under her untied housecoat and nightgown, Valerie felt her ears pop when the sound of Rodrego closing his bedroom door filtered downstairs. "What are you going to do now?" she asked herself, for the moment having no way of putting one foot in front of the other as her mind raced in a million different directions. And in that instant, all the glowing and precious things associated with her nearly 32 years of marriage was momentarily eclipsed by the one major thing that time had stripped away. While the love she and Nolan felt for one another was still strong and thriving, the passion and zest between the two had gradually faded under the grinding pressure of parenthood, running a business, health concerns and simply time itself. "Stop it..for Godsakes..Stop it," Valerie tried telling herself even though it felt as if a blowtorch was being held to her face, as feelings long repressed and forgotten ignited inside of her. To see a virile and naked young man freely strolling through the house, even if it was in a distorted two way reflection that gave the vision an eerie dream quality, Valerie couldn't deny the embryonic heat it had stirred in her flesh. Unfolding her arms hesitantly, a jolt of electricity went through her system when her arms grazed the protruding bumps of her fat nipples through her gown. Looking as if she was being guided by remote control as she cautiously made her way up the steps, a look of grim determination spread across Valerie's plain face. Closing her eyes, turning her head and biting her lip as she silently eased past Rodrego's closed bedroom door, Valerie looked up when she knew her own bedroom door was in reach. Taking a deep breath before stepping back inside, she felt her long dormant libido quivering and spitting like an old car that hadn't been started in way too long. Once inside, Valerie closed the door behind her and leaned her weight backwards against it. Her heartbeat audible in the silence of their bedroom, Valerie stood there for several moments, eyeing her sleeping Husband like a starving tigress would a piece of meat. "God forgive me...but I just need it right now," Valerie prayed before slowly sliding up to the edge of the bed. It had been a long time since Valerie felt that selfish. About as long as it had since she felt that sexual. Standing beside the bed, a shadowy and feminine figure above her motionless Husband, Valerie's thighs rubbed together under her gown causing the dew of her unplanned arousal to coat her entire crotch. "Just pull the covers back..lay down and go to sleep," her rational voice demanded. "He has to get up at 5 in the morning to start work...and he's not feeling good anyway...and all you want is a quick romp......let him sleep...the least you can do is duck into the bathroom and take are of it there!" "That just wouldn't be the same," the aroused part of Valerie's psyche quickly countered, disappointed with her limited past experiences of self gratification to mute the occasional burning want. "I need him inside of me!" Extending her right hand forward in the humid darkness, Valerie's fingers inched down until she was caressing the front of her Husband's underwear. "That right there.... is what I need," she greedily decided as she snaked her fingers into the fly and pulled out the same piece of stirring genitalia that had helped her conceive two children. Shifting slightly on the sheets as if he was in the middle of a vivid dream, Nolan continued to doze as his wife crouched up onto the bed. Slipping her right hand inside the peehole of her Husband's underwear, Valerie gently cupped his balls while using her left hand to fish out his rubbery penis. Lovingly stroking it between the tongs of her fingers, Valerie anxiously watched the white shaft rise slowly into the air. Moaning her approval as her crotch continued to tingle, Valerie rocked her pelvis forward and clamped her lips around her Husband's delicate hardness. Jolted awake, Nolan groggily gasped down. "What...what are you doing?" he coughed, lost somewhere between r.e.m. and reality. Her mouth occupied with Nolan's slippery phallus, Valerie didn't respond. "You know my back Baby..you know what the doctor....what the doctor said..about.....aahh..you know...about....ahh," Nolan tried to reason, each time losing his train of thought when his wife's tongue lapped over the crown of his prick. Pulling her mouth off of Nolan's cock when it had reached its full shape, Valerie used her right hand to jack it off as she luridly addressed her Husband. "Don't worry about your back Darling..I'll do all the work," she promised before swinging her right leg across Nolan's body and coming to rest directly on top of his crotch. "Just lay there and let me do this," she softly whispered as her creaming pubis slid down on top of Nolan's awakened genitals. "UUURRAAHHHH," they groaned in unison when Nolan's prick found its way inside of Valerie's frothy womb for the first time in over four months. "YES..YES..YES," she hissed over and over as her Husband shuddered below. "Just hold still Nolan... Baby..just hold it right there," Valerie softly barked, placing her hands down on his bare chest for support as the antique bed began to creak from the couple's shifting weight. "Wha...what...what....what about.....Rod..rego...he might hear....hear us," Nolan breathlessly stammered. "Too late to worry about that now," Valerie gasped, suddenly confronted once again with what she had seen minutes earlier from the hidden depths of the basement. Collapsing her weight forward, Valerie mashed her mouth into the pillow beside Nolan's ear to quell her shrieks of pleasure. "YEAH....MMMMMMMMM," Valerie deliriously cried, seeing the light of her orgasm at the end of the tunnel for the first time in a long time. Squeezing her pussy furiously around Nolan's stabbing wand, a dreadful realization suddenly began to muddy Valerie's senses. "OH GOD NO...Just hold on for another couple of seconds Nolan..PLEASSSEEEE," Valerie begged, but it was too late. Whether it was the blood pressure medicine or the pain killers the doctors had prescribed, the fact that he was still half asleep or just dog tired from a long day of work, Nolan's endurance and erection gave out at just the wrong moment. "NOOO..NOOO..nooooo...noooo," Valerie cringed, sliding her crotch off Nolan's and coming to rest in a fetus shaped heap on her own side of the bed. Wedging her hands tightly between her legs to somehow sooth the burning expanse of her still needy vagina, Valerie laid there in the pitch black silence, on one hand continuing to stew in her own pitiful lust, and on the other, feeling a dreadful amount of guilt for the way she threw herself at her unprepared Husband and by what he must be feeling now as he rested motionless and mute beside her. "I'm sorry ...Nolan," Valerie murmured, sounding like a remorseful child who was fighting the urge to cry. Her serendipitous desire for sex unfulfilled, Valerie closed her eyes and allowed the darkness to engulf her, finally falling asleep with the prayer that the first light of a new day would help erase the unfathomable way the previous one had just ended....... ....Meanwhile...30 feet away, perched behind his barely cracked open bedroom door, Rodrego stood there staring down the hall towards the Benchkoff's room. His fully aroused cock softly tapping the door in front of him as he held his breath listening for any trace of a sound to seep from Valerie and Nolan's bedroom, Rodrego had originally been stirred from bed by the distant and faint sounds of bedsprings grinding under the weight of passion but by the time he had rolled off the mattress and snuck to the door, all he had heard was the strange trailing off of Valerie's voice, followed by nothing but pure silence...... Part 2 is coming soon..thanks for being patient with the build-up here in Part 1...plenty of sex in Part 2. Juxtaposition Ch. 02 Two Weeks Later....... A lazy Wednesday afternoon found Valerie Benchkoff piddling around the house, washing a few dishes, making out a grocery list and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Gazing longingly out the window above the sink, at the same marvelous view of the backyard, barn and endlessly stretching fields that she had grown to love over the past three decades, something sudden and gravely unsettling caused her blood to freeze. The dish in her hand splashing when she dropped it hastily into the dirty water, Valerie's mouth opened and her eyes flared when she saw Rodrego sprint across the yard, in the direction of the barn where Nolan was working. Instantly, Valerie sensed the worst. Scampering to the backdoor as fast as her 49 year old feet could take her, Valerie burst into the backyard just in time to see Rodrego disappear into the barn. The blood rushing like lava through her veins as she dashed through the grass, Valerie's knees went limp when she got to the door in time to see Rodrego kneeling down over her fallen Husband. Valerie could see that Nolan's eyes were open but there was a massive amount of pain etched across his weathered face. "OH..MY..GOD NOLAN..are you alright? " Valerie stammered, trying to wedge herself between the side of the barn and piece of equipment Nolan had fallen beside. Her stopped heart reassured a little when she didn't see any evidence of blood in the barn or injury on his body, Valerie looked up at Rodrego, hoping he could shed some light on what had happened. "I heard him yelling from in here while I was on the other side of the yard...I came running," Rodrego quickly offered. "I think it might be his back." "YES...It's my Goddamn back again, " Nolan venomously interrupted, trying in vain to pull himself to his feet as his Wife and Rodrego tried to hold him steady. "Just stay down there for a second..please," Valerie demanded, leaving Rodrego caught between trying to help Nolan stand up and Valerie keeping him down to collect himself. "I can stand..EERRGGGG...up," Nolan grimaced. "No you can't....Just hold still, Nolan," Valerie countered, taking firm control of the situation. "Don't worry Rodrego..he'll be OK..this is the third time in the last few months this has happened..he'll just never learn...all he needs is some rest and a good whack on the head," Valerie laughed from relief, knowing what she found when she got to the barn could have been much worse. Creating a wall of support on each side of Nolan's collapsed weight, Valerie and Rodrego swung each of his arms over their shoulders and carefully tried to lift him up. "UURRGGHH," Nolan grunted, half from the pain exploding in his lower back and half from the embarrassment of having his Wife and Rodrego see him at such a moment of weakness. "You're going to the hospital this time," Valerie spat coarsely into her Husband's ear as she helped Rodrego drag him from the barn. "No I'm not..it ain't that bad," Nolan protested. "Just a few pain pills and a night's sleep and I'll be fine..besides...we don't need any more medical bills than we already have!" Rodrego kept his mouth shut throughout the whole ordeal. Content to be the muscle behind the chore of getting Nolan into the house, the last thing he wanted to do was get in between the bickerings of a Husband and Wife. Once inside, Rodrego helped Valerie get Nolan into the bedroom so she could forage through the house for the usual assortment of ice packs, pain pills and a heating pad. ______________________________________ One day of being laid up with a bad back turned into three and counting for Nolan. Even though he steadfastly refused to see a doctor, it was certainly where he should have been. From a labor standpoint around the farm, Rodrego had been there long enough that he could handle the day to day basics. The real problem was for Valerie in trying to keep her sanity and get anything done around the house with Nolan's constant bitching and need for attention. She knew deep down how much it ripped at Nolan's manhood and morale when he wasn't able to do all the things he had long taking for granted around the farm and even though she knew he'd be back to work in a few days, it gave her pause and chilled her to the bone when she contemplated the future, knowing how his physical health was in steady decline. ____________________________________ More than ever, Valerie was thankful she and her Husband had decided to bring someone like Rodrego into their lives. With Nolan on the shelf for a few days, either the work around the farm wouldn't have been done or Valerie would have had to ask some of the friends of the family to take time away from their busy lives, when each already had more than enough to worry about on their collective plates. That Friday evening, over two full days since Nolan's back first went out, he thought he was feeling well enough to try taking a bath. Thinking it was a good way to measure her Husband's progress combined with the fact that she had to sleep beside him, Valerie decided to give it a go. Waiting until Rodrego had turned in for the night so they wouldn't be disturbed, Valerie drew a tubful of steaming hot water and mixed in some epson salt to help with the healing. "Rodrego already gone to bed?" Nolan asked. "Yeah..I think so," Valerie replied. "Good," they both nodded, not wanting their guest, or anyone for that matter, to see them in such an awkward endeavor. Getting Nolan in the tub went off without a hitch. And he did seem to perk up for the 20 minutes or so he spent soaking in the hot soothing water. Unfortunately, sometime during the process of trying to eradicate himself from the tub, his back stiffened, causing him to groan in pain as he collapsed like a sack of potatoes into the water. An echoing "UUGGGRRHHHH" ripped through the house, causing Valerie to wince knowing there was no way Rodrego couldn't hear it from his room. "Oh God ...what am I gonna do now?" Valerie dreadfully thought. "Nolan..can you move?" "...No..No I don't think so," he admitted after a long pause, his words of defeat sending a cold chill down his wife's spine. For the better part of 10 minutes, Valerie made several fruitless attempts to pull Nolan from the soapy depths. His body too heavy for her under ideal circumstances, the slickness of his skin combined with his physical ailment made it feasibly impossible for Valerie to rescue her Husband. Dreading the only other option she had, caught somewhere between laughter and a real tear, Valerie decided to go get Rodrego to help. "Where are you going?" Nolan choked. "To go get Rodrego," Valerie replied with an exasperated sigh, keeping her back to her naked Husband just so she wouldn't have to see the dejection on his face. "No...don't do that," Nolan wanted to plead but deep down he knew it was their only alternative. ___________________________________ Stirred from bed by Valerie's gentle pecking on his door, half asleep, Rodrego hopped up from his nest. "Everything alright?" he immediately asked, it being the first time since he moved in with the Benchkoff's that Valerie had summoned him after he had turned in for the night. "...Y..Yeah..it's just Nolan again...This is going to sound stupid..but....I was trying to give him a bath...and well...he must have tweaked his back again..and now...well...I can't seem..to get him ..out of ...the," Valerie voice trembled with embarrassment. "So you just need a hand....," Rodrego finished the older woman's thought before falling in line behind her as they made their way to the bathroom. Clad in nothing but a pair of dark blue and green flannel pajama bottoms that he had hastily thrown on when Valerie knocked on his door, Rodrego ducked into the bathroom and immediately felt his insides squirm when he saw Nolan's predicament. Naked and cowing slightly in the tub from the acceptance of his own physical impotence, Nolan was left with no other option but to sit and patiently wait for his removal. "I can do this on my own," Nolan groaned bitterly, in last ditch effort to pull himself free, but a moment later, he froze and fell back into the water before even getting a quarter of the way up. "No Nolan," Valerie shrieked. "Just stay there so Rodrego and I can help you. Please!" Not having a clue how they were going to go about the task of raising Nolan's body from the tub, Rodrego tapped his feet anxiously as Valerie tried to figure something out. "Maybe if you...if you can get him from this side...and I can hold his arm here..we can...," Valerie aimlessly pondered, too emotional now to even think straight. "Let me give it a try on my own..and we'll see what happens," Rodrego mercifully offered. Holding his breath as he allowed Valerie to step aside, Rodrego got his first unfettered look at Nolan languishing in the tub. Instantly feeling his heart shudder from the spot the older man was in, Rodrego tried his best not to make eye contact with Nolan as he steeled himself for the task ahead. "We'll have you out of there in a sec," Rodrego convincingly offered even though he wasn't buying his own bravado. Placing his hands underneath each of Nolan's shoulders, Rodrego steadied his feet on the floor before trying to lift the older man's weight. His progress was stymied each time however by the combination of Nolan's slippery, water logged flesh and the difficult and narrow angle he had due to the positioning of the tub in the 80 year old bathroom. After several failed attempts, the only way Rodrego seriously thought they could succeed in getting Nolan from his liquid cell was to literally reach down and scoop him out of the tub. Perched on one knee as he balanced himself for the first attempt, Rodrego prepared to reach both arms into the water. Turning once more to check Valerie position behind him before proceeding, something in their passing gaze caused the hands of time to grind to a sudden halt. Before he could muster the momentum to make an initial attempt to scoop Nolan from the tub, something primal kept Rodrego's focus trained on the woman to his left. A frigid rush of electric calm washed through Rodrego's system when he saw the way Valerie lowered her eyes when he turned to face her. Subconsciously feeling the weight of Rodrego's stare on her, Valerie kept her head bowed until the 18 year old boy began to understand. Putting himself in Valerie's shoes for a moment, it all started to make sense when she finally looked up and he was able to gaze into her glassy and burdened brown eyes. "That day at the feed store when she caught me staring at the clerk..the way she looked away and was flustered for the rest of the day..she's doing the same exact thing now..only worse," Rodrego pondered, his groin gradually beginning to tighten as the strange interplay unfolded. "And now here she is..standing right in front of me...helpless...having to watch her Husband like this......at his weakest." Oblivious to the fact that Nolan's left hand was still firmly cinched around his bicep, Rodrego kept his burning glare focused on Valerie, looking through the window of her soul with laser-like precision until the older woman's chest began to heave up and down. The only sound in the bathroom, other than the three intermingled heartbeats, was the occasional drip of water from the faucet into the tub of now stagnant water below. Unable to cognitively process quite what was happening, Nolan felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach when Rodrego raised up from the floor, causing the life grip he had on the muscular boy's right arm to slowly, and dreadfully, let go. _____________________________________ His lone tether to Rodrego now severed, Nolan was forced to sit back in the tub and take in the full implication of the young stud's fascination with Valerie. And in his position, there was absolutely nothing Nolan could do about it. In a blinding and maddening rush, Nolan's face went lifeless as he re-lived every single personal failing of the recent months, from his inability to perform in the bedroom for his wife to the constant and nagging issues of his health around the farm. Wincing, as if his tear ducts were secreting acid, Nolan felt his stomach roll when he saw the inescapable bulge pushing out the front of Rodrego's flannel pajamas bottoms. ______________________________________ Everything the Benchkoff's had done for him since his arrival in Iowa played like a conflicted concerto inside Rodrego's head. Everything he had learned about work ethic, dedication and loyalty from the married couple caused icicles of guilt to form in his bloodstream. "He's been about the best Father Figure I've ever had," Rodrego tortured himself. "And Valerie...she's been there for me at every turn...letting me into her home as if she's known me all my life...and now..I'm about to do...this?" Feeling the walls of his sanity closing in from every direction, Rodrego vacillated in place between Nolan and Valerie, knowing he'd be the one to make the next move. Turning his gaze once more to Nolan in the tub, Rodrego's heart sunk as he studied the older man's face. "Try to get me out..one more time..please," Nolan's eyes seemed to beg. His heavy balls tingling as his cock continued to harden, Rodrego bit his lip and turned away from Nolan to face Valerie. His erection pointing like a divining rod directly at the cowering married woman, Rodrego took a step towards her, extending his right hand until it disappeared behind Valerie's back. In one measured and perfect motion, Rodrego flexed his palm open and clamped it like a vice around Valerie's left asscheek. What air that was left in Valerie's lungs gurgled free from her throat when she felt the 18 year old pull her startled body towards him. Nudged helplessly forward, Valerie's timid voice shrieked the instant the tip of Rodrego's protruding penis pressed into her soft belly. "You like the way that feels?" Rodrego's inflamed expression seemed to ask as he kept his cock wedged firmly against Valerie's abdomen at the same time he kneaded her ass with his right hand. Removing his palming grip from Valerie's behind after a half minute of rough fondling, Rodrego scoured his fingers over the gasping woman's waist before guiding his advances all the way up to the front of Valerie's nightshirt. Clamping his right hand tightly down over the voluptuous endowment of the trembling married woman's left breast, Rodrego felt his fingertips tingle as wave after wave of adrenaline pumped through his aroused young body. Squeezing the fleshy weight of Valerie's bosom, in essence, clearly marking it and the rest of the her body as his, Rodrego stole a quick glance in the mirror just to see that Nolan was still sitting stoically in the tub, helpless to do nothing but look on. Releasing his grip momentarily from the buxom woman's left breast, Rodrego eased his right hand down the side of Valerie's torso until his fingers found her left wrist. Pulling her arm forward, Rodrego used his thumb to peel apart Valerie's fingers before mashing her opened palm directly against the rock solid appendage straining through the front of his pants. "Oh my God," Valerie's gasped weakly, the tendons in her forearm flexing erratically as the unflinching teenager held her hand against his crotch. Standing in place, seeming to curiously taunt Valerie with his manhood, Rodrego allowed her to repeatedly roll her sweaty palm over the jutting bulge of his sheathed penis. "Leave you hand there," Rodrego's glaring and intense eyes seemed to say as he released his steadying grip from Valerie's wrist. An illuminating smile spread across Rodrego's hawkish face when he looked down at the way Valerie hypnotically kept her hand placed against his throbbing groin. Quickly digging his freed fingers into the bottom hem of the stunned woman's nightshirt, Rodrego wasted no time lifting it all the way up her chest, revealing Valerie's heavy and sagging breasts. "YESSS," the teenage hunk hissed approvingly, before clamping his left hand down on Valerie's ample mounds of alabastor flesh. "Those are the biggest tits I've ever seen," Rodrego whispered to Valerie, now completely ignoring her Husband's presence behind him. Draping the front of Valerie's raised teeshirt over the swells of her breasts to free his hands, Rodrego took a calm step back to admire the older woman's partial nudity. "I want to see that pussy too," a voice in his head soon demanded. Licking the glistening saliva from his lips with his long, angular tongue, Rodrego leaned forward once again and placed his hands on each of Valerie's hips. Rubbing his fingers over the warm skin of the swooning woman's belly, the Puerto Rican stud hooked the fabric of Valerie's white panties around his thumbs and crudely yanked them down to the floor, leaving her breasts and privates completely exposed. "OH..FUCKIN...YEAH," Rodrego grinned, allowing his nasal passages to fill with the tangy feminine scent rising from Valerie's oily pink sheath. Cupping his hand forward as if he was examining an ripe apple on a fruit stand, Rodrego closed his grip around Valerie's entire pubic region, allowing the thick, matted patch of curled hair to tickle his fingers as Valerie's cunt oozed over the entire width of his massaging palm. "You really do want this?" Rodrego scoldingly looked across into the older woman's trembling face. Keeping his right hand embedded between Valerie's thighs, Rodrego raised his left hand once again and resumed his fondling assault on both of the shaken woman's swaying breasts. Thumbing each of Valerie's nipples to full and shameful hardness right in the center of the bathroom, Rodrego caught Valerie stealing a quick and guilty peek down to her Husband languishing in the tub. An instant later he saw how she bowed her head once again as a series of chilling goosebumps darted across her exposed flesh. "Get down on your knees Valerie..right now," Rodrego calmly demanded, not wanting to lose the moment. Giving Valerie's pussy one last urgent squeeze, Rodrego then placed both his hands against her heaving chest until she acquiesced and began to drop to the floor. Her face now at eye level with his crotch, Rodrego took Valerie by both shoulders and gradually worked her hands up to the front of his pajama bottoms. "This is what you've been thinking about ever since I got here..ain't it?" Rodrego gently prodded. "Now you're this close to it...don't try to lie or deny it Valerie ...about all the times I've caught you stealing glances at me..now here's your chance..take it out and do what you want to with it." Digging Valerie's quivering white fingers into the elastic band of his pants, Rodrego selfishly measured every subtle reaction dripping from Valerie's pores as inch after inch of his smooth and shiny brown beheamouth came into view. Watching Valerie gulp several times as his veiny and rigid erection continued to fill her widening eyes, Rodrego placed his right hand on the top of Valerie's head as she teetered below. "ALRIGHT," the teenager gasped proudly when the entirety of his uncircumcised manhood finally swung free from its constraints, jerking wildly through the air in front of Valerie's face as she knelt between his muscular calves. Switching his left hand to the top of Valerie's scalp, Rodrego used his right hand to grip the base of his freed prick, aiming it directly at the married woman's chin until several streaks of precum were painted just below her sheepish pink lips. "Suck it..Go ahead and suck it, " Rodrego hissed down, before pulling his virile girth away from Valerie's hesitantly opened mouth as soon as she made an attempt. Repeating that teasing act several times, enjoying the way Valerie leaned forward further each time only to come up short, Rodrego cast a quick gaze over to Nolan in the tub and marvaled from the look of awe on the older man's face at the way he freely taunted his kneeling wife. Juxtaposition Ch. 02 "I think I want to sit down for this," Rodrego decided before leaning back on taking a seat on the toilet beside the tub. His cock pointing directly at the ceiling as he made himself comfortable, Rodrego rotated his gaze back and forth between Husband and Wife until he finally aimed his cock forward and shoved it ruthlessly between Valerie's waiting lips. "YEAAHH..GET IN THERE," Rodrego groaned, smiling wickedly over at Nolan and feeling strangely invigorated and empowered by the way Valerie's Husband had lowered his right hand under the water, right on top of his own crotch as the helmet shaped head of Rodrego's penis bulged out the corner of his wife's left cheek. "Open your mouth wide and let Nolan watch you suck my dick," Rodrego haughtily urged, realizing now he was in full control of the situation. Looking down at the way the married woman's eyes seemed to cross each time the head of his cock crashed into the back of her throat, Rodrego arched his hips upwards just enough until the boiling cauldron of his balls were bouncing against Valerie's chin. "GAWWDD..YEESSS," the teenager winced through gritted teeth, his enthusiastic groans echoing through the bathroom as Valerie's mouth struggled to contain his massive girth. Feeling as if he was on the throne, in more ways than one, Rodrego sat back and enjoyed the first blowjob Valerie had ever given anyone besides her Husband. Content to rest there for an eternity, massaging his powerful hands through Valerie's curly brown hair as she dutifully serviced him, Rodrego knew he couldn't keep his pent up rush of cum from splashing down Valerie's churning throat for very long. Allowing Valerie to slobber his knob to just the point of no return, Rodrego reached down and slowly pulled the saliva drenched length of his prick out of the older woman's mouth, holding it there in front of her eyes for her to see. Savoring the sight of Valerie on her knees in front of him, appearing to pray at his feet, Rodrego reached down and took hold off the teeshirt that was bunched up between Valerie's breasts and chin. Gracefully raising the married woman's arms into the air, Rodrego worked the last vestige of Valerie's clothing off, leaving her perched on her knees in the center of the bathroom, completely naked. "Get up," he finally told her after an extended pause. Leaning forward as Valerie's labored into a standing position, Rodrego once again groped at the sturdy woman's tits while he lavishly kissed her waist and belly. "Now turn around and let me see that nice fat ass," Rodrego demanded, helping Valerie spin 180 degrees around until he was staring face to face with her round, creamy white behind. Groping Valerie's asscheeks like two melons in his hands, Rodrego forcefully massaged the married woman's backside until the warmth drifting out from between her legs was too much for the 18 year old stud to ignore. "What are you going to do with her now?" Rodrego openly pondered, the whole time allowing his thumbs and fingers to work Valerie's asshceeks apart so he could get clear view of her taunt anus and frothing vagina. Dabbing his thumbs against Valerie's tender pubic flesh as he held her asscheeks apart, with one quick twist of his neck, Rodrego darted his tongue forward as far as it could go. Letting it drift over the puckered rim of Valerie's asshole, Rodrego blindly swiped his tongue upwards until it found the pungent entrance to the married woman's flowering womb. "UUURRGGAAHHH," he heard Valerie's muffled screams from above. His cheeks and ears sandwiched between Valerie's meaty thighs, Rodrego used his tongue like a wayward drill bit to bore out the shivering woman's pubic crevice. Nursing on the oily nectar like a baby cub drinking from a pool of sustenance, Rodrego kept his mouth buried against Valerie's genitals until he could feel her body beginning to give out from his rabid oral assault. Strongly clenching his hands around Valerie's behind, Rodrego shoved his face further and further between her legs until he could feel her begin to tremble at the core. The shockwaves his tongue were creating grew with each passing second until Valerie's entire body looked as if she was being victimized by a rip in the Earth's crust below. Slowly pulling his mouth away from Valerie's cunt when he sensed her knees were about to give way, Rodrego leaned back on the stool and watched as Valerie's dropped to the floor in front of him. Keeping his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady as she teetered at his feet, Rodrego waited a moment then gently pushed the older woman's weight forward until Valerie was on all fours, like a bitch in heat, with her ass raised directly in front of his face. His freshly sucked cock still jutting proudly into the air, Rodrego gracefully rose from his comfortable perch and stood directly above Valerie, his feet placed to each side of her knees as she cowered below. Jacking his dick off as he lowered his right knee to the floor between Valerie and the bathtub, Rodrego used his left hand to nudge her ass forward slightly to give him a better view of her fuming cunt. Sliding his pelvis back as far as he could, Rodrego used his right hand to steady his cock at the same time he used the fingers of his left to hold the married woman's pussy all the way apart. "You ready?" he snarled down to Valerie, tilting his head to the side to enjoy the way her heavy tits grazed the floor as she bent over for him. "Here it comes..UURRGGHHH," Rodrego groaned, pressing forward until the upper half of his dick sliced deeply between the inflamed folds of Valerie's inner sanctum. His adrenaline pumping wildly from the way Valerie shuddered on the floor, desperately trying to keep her balance as he shoved his crotch into hers, Rodrego placed his left hand on the small of Valerie's back to hold her steady as punched the lower half of erection all the way home. ____________________________________ While jacking off serves its purpose and getting a blowjob is real nice, nothing ever takes the place of being able to stick a raging hardon into a tight and wet cunt, and for the first time since he left New York, Rodrego was wallowing in that one of a kind feeling. Unlike the run of the mill young girls he had experienced back home, to actually have a grown, married woman on her knees in front of him with her Husband helplessly looking on, was something Rodrego simply couldn't comprehend. Left to rely on nothing but his base and instinctual desires, Rodrego pushed forward and fucked Valerie hard. Ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Valerie's raised cunt, Rodrego held tightly to her waist to keep their joined bodies from sliding across the slick bathroom tiles. "YEAHHAARRGGHH," the seething teenager groaned each time he brought a rippling spasm to the older woman's folded and quivering body. Looking over Valerie's shoulder at the way she kept her face buried between her hands, Rodrego couldn't resist smacking her several times on each asscheek, as a lewd punishment for the act of weakness she was in the process of committing in front of her Husband. Intuitively hearing the sound of intensified breathing and water being stirred to his right, Rodrego continued to increase the velocity of his thrusts until the side of Valerie's head and arm were tapping the edge of the bathtub each time his crotch collided with her reddened backside. The muffled and distorted sounds of sex in such close quarters echoed through the bathroom as Rodrego balls began to tighten. "I've got to get her off first," he told himself before leaning forward and pressing his sweaty chest flat against Valerie's back. Grabbing her dangling breasts with his left hand, Rodrego used his right to twist and finger Valerie's now liquefied pussy. Rolling his fingers like angry talons through Valerie's buttery vaginal folds, Rodrego clamped his thumb, index and middle digits around the married woman's bulging clit as his cock continued to rip in and out of her gaping snatch. "UURRGGHAAHH..AAHHH...AAHHH..AAHHH" Valerie ceaselessly moaned, her head, elbows and knees continuing to rock in spastic percussion against the floor until she turned to sexual mush beneath Rodrego. "I'M CUMMING......OHHH FUCK ..GOD...I'M CUMMING," she cried from the deepest cavern of her soul until her knees and elbows gave way, causing her to collapse into a moaning heap on the floor as Rodrego's full weight pressed down on top of her. "GGGOODDDAAMMNNN," the crazed teenager groaned as he pulled his greasy and still erect cock free from Valerie's still spasming womb. "I still need to cum," Rodrego nonchalantly spat down to her. Stealing a quick peek over to the tub to check on Nolan, Rodrego's initial thoughts were confirmed when he saw several milky white strands of fluid floating just above the naked man's submerged crotch. "Son of a bitch jacked off while I was fucking his wife," Rodrego incredulously observed. "Get up Valerie and turn around..get up on your knees again and stick my cock back in your mouth," Rodrego ordered, patiently stroking his now messy shaft until Valerie worked her exhausted body back into position. Stepping his right foot up onto the top edge of the tub, Rodrego stood mightily above Valerie, his heavy brown balls swinging directly in front of the spent woman's face. "Open up," Rodrego calmly demanded. "Open your mouth all the way up." A shuddering sigh bubbled free from Rodrego's lips the instant Valerie's mouth closed around the ultra sensitive flesh of his virile manhood once again. "Won't be long now," he muttered to himself, savoring the image of Valerie perched on her knees in front of him, now forced to suckle her own freshly fucked vaginal juices from his wrist thick girth. "YEAH," Rodrego chuckled, his hips beginning to rotate in slow and grinding circles as he fucked Valerie's face in front of her helpless Husband. Clamping his left hand tight on top of Valerie's head, Rodrego held her mouth steady as he fed her the length of his brick like cock. Loving the way her lips distended as his balls jiggled on top of her chin, Rodrego felt his nerve ending sizzle when he felt Valerie's cleavage grazing against his left leg. Adding his right hand to the top of Valerie's head, Rodrego held on for dear life as he thrusted his crotch forward until he felt the reservoir inside his bulging testicles rupture under the pressure. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHH," he groaned at the top of his lungs, every muscle in his chest and neck flexing and flaring as wave after wave of his scalding hot semen exploded down Valerie's churning throat. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFFFUUCCKKK," Rodrego grimaced ecstatically, his hairy balls dancing wildly on Valerie's chin and cheek as the first traces of his milky ejaculate began to seep free from the vacuum seal of her lips. "YEEESSSSS," he cooed, staring down at the magnificent sight of his cock as it continued to spew lather over Valerie's chest and swinging tits. Massaging the shaft of his massive pride, milking every bit of remaining lust from it, Rodrego shifted his gaze over to Nolan and immediately picked up on the mixture of resignation and guilt etched across his face. Looking quickly down at Valerie at his feet, he couldn't help but notice the expression of exasperated awe that weathered her now soiled facial features as well. Feeling a mixture of awkwardness and empowerment watching the Husband and Wife stare aimlessly at each other, Rodrego suddenly had an overwhelming urge to step back and allow Nolan and Valerie a private moment to themselves. Laying his left hand gently on Valerie's shoulder at the same time he reached down and beckoned Nolan with his right, Rodrego softly nudged the two together before taking several steps back as the couple shared a tender but surreal embrace at the edge of the tub........ THE END Thanks for reading!!