Infested

  Infested

  By Lily Taffel

  Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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  1

  FINALLY, some quiet time, Jim thought as he walked out the front door and stepped onto the porch. It had been a busy day with people arriving way into the last minutes of the afternoon. The housewarming lasted until five, although it was very late for a housewarming. Still, Jim appreciated the quiet time that settled in after the guests had left.

  It had been exactly three weeks since they had moved to the house.

  Susan and Jim had timed it such that the children, Jenna and Faith, did not have to miss school-preschool, in the case of the youngest Faith. Sitting down in one of the chairs beside the small table in their porch, Jim could still not believe how lucky they were in acquiring the property.

  Jim had been a trucker for fourteen years. He and Sue met in his first year of being a trucker and immediately hit it off. Six months into the relationship, they decided to marry. The young couple settled in an apartment in Wichita although neither of them came from there or anywhere near there. Jim was from Nevada and Sue was an Illinois girl.

  The decision to stay in Wichita sounded practical. It was close to Illinois and had one of the busy stops that Jim always frequented. That was where their first daughter, Jenna, was born. The apartment was adequate for their needs until their second daughter, Faith, came along. With two daughters growing up and one practically approaching puberty, Jim knew the apartment would not suffice.

  The stroke of luck came just as their youngest was born. On one of his stops in Ponca City, Jim ran across an old trucker friend by the name of Elroy, a lighthearted giant born and raised in Dallas. Over a few beers, they asked about each other's families and it was there that Jim brought up the subject of getting a place of his own.

  Elroy had heard about some properties but they were too expensive for a trucker with two daughters. And then Elroy mentioned a too-good-to-be-true deal. The description of the Burkburnett property sounded great. The land was surrounded by trees and was basically on the banks of Red River. To the eager ears of Jim Miller, the large tract of land practically sounded like a steal. There was a catch-there was no house, just the land.

  But that was alright, considering all the other things mentioned, Jim thought to tell it to his wife that night.

  Afterwards, Susan was all over Wichita, meeting consultants, even lawyers, to see about options for getting the land and setting up a house. She almost gave up, every consulting agency and every lawyer's office she went to spoke of big words and promising deals but never really connected with her. Susan's parents ran their own hardware store back in Illinois so she knew a sales pitch when she heard one. Everyone she met worked to get her into agreeing quickly. That usually spelled regrets later on.

  The help came in the form of Jacob Beasley-an up-and-coming lawyer, eager to make a name for himself. He walked Susan through the different options for financing, the terms, and the long-term benefits or pitfalls for each option. What's more, he did it all pro bono, with just a promise that if the Millers or any of their friends needed any advice may it be legal or financial, that they would send business down to his El Dorado office. Of course, they still paid him once they settled on a deal.

  When Jim got back to their apartment in one of his downtimes, all he needed to do was sign the papers. With financing secured, Jim and Susan acquired the title to the land and once the two-year loan matured, applied for another, again with the help of the lawyer, this time to build the house and secure the necessary permits.

  Looking back, Jim smiled at his good fortune. He was able to achieve the American Dream of owning a home, especially during these hard economic times.

  The house was a simple two-storey building with all of the bedrooms located on the second level. The garage was built detached from the house itself, to the left. Located on naturally green land, there was not much landscaping done. They decided on having a small cottage to the back of the house, a couple of steps towards the riverbank where they had built an L-shaped wooden walkway that stretched well into the river.

  To complement its surroundings, the house was built mostly of wood. They had originally planned to have a patio but upon seeing the cost, Sue, being a practical woman she was, settled for a wide porch instead. They had lights installed in every corner outside the house, including the big garage where all of their tools were kept.

  With the cool breeze coming from the river and the sense of peacefulness and security given off by the trees that surrounded the property, Jim could not ask for a better place. No more bothersome neighbors, the closest being a hundred and fifty meters to the west. Most of all, traffic noise was a thing of the past with the closest road, Caffee Road, being a quarter of a kilometer away.

  Finishing his beer, Jim reminded himself that he and his family were blessed. Yes, he had not yet made half of his payments for the loan he took for the house. Yes, their finances were a little tighter compared to when they were still renting an apartment. But in a time when even owning a small patch of land to build a house on was close to impossible, he knew he was lucky indeed.

  Itching for another beer to finish the day, Jim took one last look at the trees in front of his house and headed inside.

  2

  "THAT'S IT, I'm done," said Sue, cozying up to Jim who was watching the evening news on the couch. "I think it's time to warm up the bed," she added with a sly smile.

  "A wonderful idea that is," he answered, "If only the girls were already asleep."

  "Oh, they'll be asleep soon enough. They've been running around the house all day," Sue answered back, hugging her husband's neck.

  "Tell you what, why don't you go ahead and freshen up a bit? You know, maybe put on that special lingerie you keep for special occasions?"

  "Hmmm, how you talk! Go on," Sue encouraged.

  "I'm just gonna finish my beer here, and as soon as the giggles of the little rebels die down, I'll be comin' up and we be doin' a lil' bed-warming to cap this housewarming."

  "Oooh, I like the sound of that," said Susan as she got up, planting a kiss on her husband's cheek.

  "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Jim echoed.

  "Mmm-hmmm," she replied, "Don't take long," she reminded as she walked away, doing a couple of sashays before she climbed the stairs.

  Jim shook his head, amused. When Susan acted like this, a great night was always guaranteed. A quick succession of memories ran through his mind, replaying those times that his wife behaved just like she did now. He had never been disappointed. A growing lump appeared in his pants as he thought about the maneuvers Sue could do in bed. He gave his member a quick rub before getting up to get another beer.

  Sue was excited. She had just been reminded that, despite the sacrifices they would have to make (the travel to the school Jenna would be enrolled in for one), they were living a good life-no, a better life. She saw it on the faces of all her female friends as she took them on a tour of the house and its surroundings. She saw envy in all of their eyes. Some of them even treated their husbands a little harshly afterwards.

  Of course, the husbands were clueless. She knew that. Most of them were simple, like Jim. They needed direction or they would lose their way. Stepping into the bathroom inside their room, Sue heard Jenna and Faith arguing as they always did before bed. Though they had separate rooms, Jenna's room was toward the back of the house, the two constantly invaded each other's room to either play, gossip, or argue.

  She smiled at the thought that it would soon end. Jenna was twelve now. Soon she would be a raging adolescent girl that hated the world. Her room would be barred should she have her way and Faith... Faith would feel alone. As the arguing of her daughters grew louder, she wished it would end sooner. At least for this night.

  She smiled again. Naughty thoughts crossed her mind as she stepped into the tub. The temperature of the water was just right. It allowed her to be comfortable as she soaked her tired body into the foamy water. Her trucker husband would be inspired tonight, she decided. She would make sure of it.

  Although raised a Catholic, Susan had always had a healthy attitude towards her sexuality, experimenting with different styles in her younger years. Her body tingled with anticipation as she rubbed the sponge across her skin. The arguing had calmed down as she finished her bath.

  Susan stepped out of the bathroom humming to herself. She made a beeline towards the closet and, turning on the light inside, began to rummage inside the drawer that contained her enticing sets of lingerie. Deciding on a pair, she then went towards her make-up table and put on one of her perfumes.

  She could still hear her daughters talking. Instead of putting on a robe and sending them to bed, she climbed into bed and hoped the children would retire for the night already. While waiting, her mind wandered into a selection of lustful moves that she planned to enact as soon as her husband came up.

  Then she fell asleep.

  LIKE HIS WIFE, Jim was excited as well. He was still thinking of the 'laying', as she loved to call it, that he would receive this night. Everything depended on the girls going to sleep, however. On a night like this and his wife like that, moaning was going to be the least of his troubles. If their lovemaking ever reached raucous levels, Faith would be at their door in no time. Jim didn't want their alone time to be marred by a curious little girl.

  So he waited for the girls to be quiet. The evening news had already given way into evening programming when he heard his daughters' doors close, one after the other.

  Not long now, he thought to himself as he got up and took another beer from the fridge. Jim felt particularly energetic, given the prospect. One to two more beers was nothing.

  Then he went back to the sofa. Then he promptly fell asleep.

  3

  SHE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP.

  Sue couldn't almost believe it, after all her insinuations to Jim earlier, that she had fallen asleep. But her hands were lazy and her legs reluctantly responded when her husband came to collect. Sue did not object. Instead, she let his playful touch guide her into lustful wakefulness. He turned the lights off, then snuck under the covers and battered the inside of her thighs with light kisses and pecks while his hands massaged her at the outside of her panty's crotch. He loved to do this, build her up into a frenzy until she could take it no longer, she thought as she couldn't help but smile and moan a little at the sensations.

  A hiss escaped her lips as his mouth moved higher. His other hand rubbed her right thigh, his lips alternating between the left and right leg. His right hand rubbed her through her panties, coaxing her juices out. He alternated between kisses and light nibbles, at random. She moved then, her left hand went under the covers while the other grabbed on the pillow that cushioned her head.

  "Ooooh!" she moaned again in a low voice as his thumb brushed her clit through the fabric.

  He moved her underwear to one side and Sue exhaled in anticipation. He did not dive in, however. Instead, he kissed around the sweet spot, sucking on the skin from time to time. He lightly brushed his lips across the layer of hair time and again, mercilessly seeming to go for her clit but missing altogether, deliberately toying with her that Susan began to raise her hips to meet his lips.

  Then air was expelled from her lungs the moment his tongue struck the inner folds of her femininity. She expected him to toy with her clit as that got her going instantly. He didn't. He instead thrust his tongue into the silky flesh hidden by the folds and went on to lick her, with pressure, up and down-starting from her hole, ending just below her button, then back down again.

  Sue did not expect it to feel so good. His slightly hardened tongue pushed firmly against the sensitive flesh of her mound and extracted all the wonderfully sinful feelings that now ran in all directions all over her body. She pushed her head back against the pillow, exposing her neck, as he lapped up the sticky juices that were now released in torrents. The sounds he made as his tongue brushed repeatedly on the entrance of her cave only served to heighten her yearning and she came violently, almost unable to contain her squeal. Her body writhed in waves of pleasure for a few seconds before settling down.

  Once it did, she found that she wanted more.

  Jim felt wonderful, like he was superhuman. He found it odd that his wife still had clothes on when he came up. She usually had disposed of these by this time. That did not stop him. climbed out of bed and pulled her open legs towards him. There she was, her legs held wide open. He pointed his hard cock in the direction of her wetness and began rubbing it against her labia. His cock became harder in no time.

  Sue wanted to give him oral sex but he mounted her after rubbing the thickness of his cock along her slit until he gained enough thickness and girth. In the darkness, there was nothing else to do but feel. And feel she did. Sue brought her hands up to embrace him by the neck while she brought her legs up, locking them over the base of his spine.

  Then he pushed.

  She felt her throbbing flesh spread as he poked, the thick and bulbous head of his manliness slowly invading her insides. He was thicker, was very excited. His muscled member was hard as a rock and barreled its way slowly until it was buried to the hilt.

  She exhaled as the tip of his dick touched the base of her cervix. It was one of the few times he had scraped the tip of his member on that spot and the sensation, a mix of pure pleasure and a little pain, drove her to the edge. Sue literally felt her juices gushing out.

  When he pulled back, she wanted to moan but only managed to exhale audibly. The excitement in him was apparent in how ready his meat was-thick, tight, and hard. He did not, however, pound her with abandon. Instead, he pushed slowly inside and pulled back fast. The tease was too much for her.

  In just a few moments since the penetration, she came again.

  She was so absorbed she was hardly participating, just lying there, taking him all in, Jim thought. The entry was a little hard. She was tighter than usual. Although she was soaking wet, it did not provide enough coating for easy passage. But once his meat was in, he reveled in the silkiness inside, and the tighter grip was a great turn on. He was so enchanted with the tightness that he decided to feel it
all, closing his eyes, though it was dark, and keeping his thrusts controlled.

  He heard her breathing hard, like she was in a panic. That only served to push him to newer heights of pleasure. With each push, he was assaulted with intense sensations from all sides. He could feel his meat brushing against her clit and he knew this was making her crazier, and would surely bring another orgasm. He knew he could not last long even as he maintained his pace. He could already feel his cock throb, followed by a full feeling in the area below his navel. He could not stop it, no. All that he could do was give in to it. The more he continued his agonizing pace, the thicker his cock felt.

  Susan, having been aroused so thoroughly and wonderfully, exploded a third time, the last most powerful that she continued to orgasm until his hard, powerful thrusts culminated in blasts of his hot, thick, gooey semen shooting through her, filling her up. It was so intense that Jim made a huge effort not to cry out. He settled into a rhythm of holding his breath and expelling it rapidly as each spurt coated the insides of her tight tunnel.

  She lay flat on the bed still writhing in pleasure, even as he withdrew his cock, her body wracked with miniature shivers, the tips of her fingers tingling with the release. Sue watched his dark outline exit the room, and in the dark he seemed more muscular to her.

  She smiled. Mission accomplished, she thought. She re-positioned herself on the bed, not bothering to clean up even as she felt some of his juices ooze out of her. She was not even mindful that this used to irritate her and the usual practice was to get up and wash herself. Instead, she did what she had never done before, and clamped her legs on a pillow, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  INSIDE THE darkness of her room, little Faith poked her head out of the door and listened. She saw her father's head disappearing from view as he climbed down the stairs. After a few seconds, she shut the door behind her.