Chapter 6
Harry stood in the darkness at his front door. He sighed, inhaling the warm, summer air. The moon was halfway up the sky, letting him see the immaculate, park-like street in silhouette, the even bushes, the bushy outlines of old trees, the distinct outlines of the rooftops.
He felt an odd mixture of emotions. Drained and yet at peace. Guilty for fucking around on Cassie for the first time in their marriage and yet glad it had happened.
He reached for the doorknob and hesitated. He sighed again. Going into the house would be going back to hillbilly land. Cassie would probably wake up when he slipped into bed and want to be fucked.
She'd been after him for it. If he hadn't wanted to fuck her before, the notion repulsed him now. Even if he could get it up again.
If it were Karen in the bed, he'd get it up ...stiff and hard. In fact, just thinking about her made his prick start swelling down his leg. He thought of Cassie, and it shriveled.
"Face it, Harry," he whispered softly to himself. "You're in love again. Just like a fucking idiot." He inhaled deeply. "Easy, boy," he said. "You gotta think with your head, not with your hard prick."
He opened the door quietly. He slipped into the dark house. He went into the living room, gazing through the glass doors to the pool. It reflected the moon. He thought of how Cassie had wanted to give all this up and move back to the fucking sticks ...just when he was about to have it really made. She even had the kids on her side.
Well, that was expected. Kids liked the woods and things. What did they know about sophisticated living. With a mother like Cassie, what would they ever know about it.
He sighed again, hesitating. Then he moved silently down the hallway toward the bedroom. He opened the door quietly. There was a rustle from the bed. It turned to a soft thumping, and he heard ears flap. It was Sam, wagging his tail, shaking his head. Sleeping on the goddamn bed again.
Harry held his breath, feeling anger come over him. He'd told that stupid bitch a thousand times that she wasn't on the farm again, that he wasn't going to share the bed with a goddamn dog.
He went toward Sam in the darkness. The setter slipped off the bed. Harry was going to herd him out of the room, but he snaked under the bed instead, making Harry ready to kick his red ass.
But he didn't want to awaken Cassie. He didn't want to go through the ordeal of begging off from fucking her again. Besides, she might smell pussy all over him.
He slipped out of his clothes and lifted the corner of the sheet and settled himself carefully into the bed. He laid his head back against the pillow and stared at the dark ceiling.
The incredible night ran through his mind in snatches and vivid images. He couldn't believe all that had happened ...why it had happened to him.
He tried to start from the beginning ...the way Karen had pulled her trick in front of Brewster. He'd been blazing mad at the time. But that emotion wasn't there any more, not after the way he'd fucked her and fucked her.
He wondered if his feeling of love was from the way she'd made him say it over and over. It had certainly worked on her to make her hot as a bomb.
He puzzled over the little interchange between the three of them. It had come only when Karen had suggested that Jess fuck her. For some reason, that was taboo with them. It was all right for Sheila to eat and suck and fuck freely, but not for Jess and Karen to get together.
He wondered why. Was it Sheila's law? Was she really dictatorial with him, wearing the pants after all, providing the drive that Brewster and Harry both had assumed was from inside Jess? Was the episode something he could use to defeat Jess with if he played it right?
He couldn't imagine Jess having some kind of moral aversion to fucking his prick into a hot piece of ass like Karen. Not after all the other dirty tricks he'd played.
Then why? Why didn't the pair of them want him to fuck Karen?
Harry sighed quietly and let his mind wander from that unanswerable question to Karen's bald pussy, her hot, ready body, her wildness and wantonness. She'd been right about being shameless. Only that wasn't quite the right word for it. To some prudish people, maybe, but not to Harry.
To his astonishment, he felt his prick throb upward and stiffen to full erection, tenting the sheet over his lap as he lay on his back. He licked his lips, turning his head to look at the blur of Cassie's figure.
Maybe he could fuck her after all. It would shut her up for another couple of weeks. It would be interesting to see what her pussy felt like in immediate comparison with Karen's hot, slippery cunt and her squeezing ass.
As if she'd read his mind, or something, Cassie stirred beside him. Her arm swept along the bed under the covers. Her hand touched his hip and then went right for his prick.
Her fingers squeezed the hard rod, as if assuring herself that it was really hard. Then she groaned and turned away from him, muttering sleepily.
"No, Harry, not t'night.. . tired ..."
His cock jerked. He stared at her curled form in the darkness. He felt like shaking his head to see if there'd been something stuffing up his ears that had made him hear funny.
No? Was that actually what she'd said?
His cock throbbed and got harder, the rejection making him want to fuck her now.
To complicate his emotions, Sam crawled out from under the bed and hopped sneakily onto it, padding around at the foot and then stretching out between Harry and Cassie, his body up against Cassie's curled back.
Harry could just see the dog's head in the darkness. He lifted his hand and pointed, giving silent command for Sam to get the hell down. When Sam didn't move, Harry reached out, intending to hook his fingers into Sam's collar and pull him, if necessary.
Sam growled.
It was a low sound, very quiet, but it was unmistakable.
"You mutt," Harry growled back, keeping his voice soft. "Get down."
Sam growled again, inching up higher, interposing himself more fully between them, his warm, furry body pressing more tightly against Cassie's back.
She shifted again, muttering once more, obviously asleep. "No, Sam, not again. .. tired ..."
Harry blinked. His breath caught in his throat. His arm stayed outstretched, while Sam let go with another quiet growl.
Harry pulled his arm back. He sank under the covers. Those were nearly the same words she'd said to him!
Wi'd thoughts burst through his head. Impossible thoughts, unbelievable thoughts. After a long moment, he shook them from his mind. There had to be a rational explanation.
The same words, but with different names. She was asleep. She'd gotten mixed up. Yeah, that was it. Hell, you couldn't hold somebody accountable for what they said in their sleep.
When Harry came groggily, sleepily awake, there was a firm, mounded tit under his palm. He moved his head on the pillow and moaned softly, flexing his fingers around it.
He was dreaming of Karen. He knew that his prick was stretched rigidly under his belly, because his hips were moving up and down slightly, making the throbbing shaft fuck the bed.
He flexed his fingers around the tit and smacked his mouth sleepily. Then he opened his eyes with sudden realization that it wasn't Karen's pointed, jutting tit under his palm. It was Cassie's.
He turned his head toward her and lifted up slightly. The sheet was down to her waist. He looked at the tight little mounds, the dainty body.
Her head was turned away from him. Her hand was over the edge of the bed, moving gently over something. He heard the quiet thump-thump and knew she was petting Sam's head and making him drum the floor with his tail.
He took his hand from her tit, partly from a twinge of guilt for the way he'd been dreaming about Karen while fondling Cassie, partly for the way she was petting Sam instead of enjoying the attention he was finally giving her.
She paid attention then. She turned her head. "Don't stop, Harry," she said softly. "It feels good. Even if that's all you do, it feels good to have you squeeze my tit. That's better than nothing."
He looked at her again. She lay on her back, her tight breasts rising up and down with her breathing. Her blond hair was tousled over the pillow. She was getting a hell of a nice tan, he noticed, liking the way her tits were white, tight balls against her tanned chest.
"You know I've been preoccupied," he said. "Working my butt off to try to land that promotion. It's for your benefit too, you know, so don't complain all the time."
To his surprise, she didn't take up the challenge. "This is Sunday, Harry. You don't have to work your butt off today. You can fuck it off, instead." She smiled prettily at him and pushed the sheet below her waist, baring her gold-furred pussy mound.
His prick throbbed under his belly as he lay on his stomach. His mind began working, half of it going ahead to what he was going to do when he saw Karen again, the other half plotting a way to get away from the house and do it today.
"Yeah," he said finally, the solution coming to him. "I can fuck it off. But then I'll be shot for the game Brewster's got planned for this afternoon, and I can't afford that."
"Oh, Harry ...not again ..."
"And then he was talking about a huddle over dinner after that. His old rival is planning something for Monday morning, and Brewster wants ideas from Jess and me on how to counter him. Hell, I can't afford not to show up, Cassie." He grinned to himself. "It might even last pretty late into the night again. So, I can't really afford to drain myself by fucking around all day, honey. I'm sorry."
He looked at her. Surprisingly, her expression was rather bland, as if she didn't much care. It unnerved him a little.
"I guess you're right, honey," she said. "Your work comes first."
That undid him even more. "We can knock off a quickie right now, Cassie," he said, rising up on his elbows to look at her.
"If you want, Harry," she said.
He blinked. His eyes narrowed slightly. He watched her yawn casually. He saw her dainty little features, so cute and fresh. Her thighs parted slightly under the sheet, and he glanced down to see the way her puffy twat lips were more exposed.
Some bastard's been fucking her!
The little worm of thought suddenly exploded in his mind. It had to be. Just yesterday, she'd been crawling all over him before he'd left, wanting his cock up her hot, watering cunt. Now she didn't care whether he fucked her or not.
The two-timing little bitch! he thought savagely.
To his surprise, his cock strained fitfully under his belly, throbbing and pounding. He realized the absurdity of his feelings, that it was all right for him to fuck the shit out of Karen and not all right for Cassie to get dicked, but the realization didn't settle his emotions.
"Yeah," he said breathily. "I want."
He slipped his hand back to her tit. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her lips were firm and unyielding for a moment, and then they softened as she let out a little gasp and her tit swelled to a hard little ball under his hand.
His ego swelled with it. He'd show her. He'd ream her good. That would show her that she'd better not be fucking around with some half-hard stud ...show her which of them was better. It would also shut her up for another couple of weeks, until he'd had time to figure out what to do about taking up with Karen.
"Mmmmm," she hummed when he lifted his mouth away. "I've missed you, Harry."
"Have you?" he questioned. "Not too much, I hope. Not so much you'd do something stupid."
She looked at him, sucking in her breath slightly, confirming in his mind that some strange dick had been in her little body.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Harry," she gasped. "What.do you mean by that?"
He slipped his hand to her furred crotch and clamped his fingers around the curve of her twat, feeling the puffy lips mush between his fingers.
"I think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled softly.
Again, to his surprise, her reaction was unusual. She gave him a hot look and opened her legs for his squeezing hand.
"You're on, Harry," she said raspingly. "I don't think you've got it in you any more."
"You'll see, baby-just as soon as I get it in you," he quipped.
He slid his finger up and down her pussy gap, being a little more brutal than he should have. As expected, her cunt gushed slippery honey almost immediately.
"Ahhhh, God!" she gasped, arching her spine, tipping her head back and lifting her pussy into his hand.
A piece of cake, he thought.
Maybe he'd come in her and maybe not. Maybe he'd pretend to and just save his big load for Karen's slippery, shaved twat.
He flipped the sheet the rest of the way off her body. He got over her, his cock stretching from his middle. He gripped it and looked down at the golden-haired twat, seeing the way the pink meat glistened, bet ween her puffy lips.
Her tan-and-white skin excited him. It made a triangular target of her middle, with the wet gash right at the apex of the bikini-shaped triangle of white.
He fell forward, not even caring if she was ready. His prickhead nosed between her pussy lips and slid into her hole. He rammed his cock up her cunt, like a bull raping a cow. That ought to turn her on, by God.
"Ahhhh, Harry!" she cried, lifting her cunt up around his spearing cock, taking the hard thrust into her slick pussy hole without a hitch.
Like oiled silk, he thought. Hot as hell. She was going to blast out her orgasm in about five seconds, which suited him just fine.
He lay heavily on her little body and banged his hips up and down, punching her pussy with his hard cock, making her whole body rock back and forth with the hard thrusts.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh! God, Harry! That's the way! That's how to fuck! God, I love it! Do it harder!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
She lifted her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and clasped her heels over his butt. She let the round pad of one heel nose between the cheeks of his ass and press against his asshole.
Harry gasped. He'd felt superior as hell at first, a little condescending, even, for the way she was loving his hard, animalistic fucking.
But now his prick was stretching into her pussy, reaching for the slippery recesses of it. That heel in the ass-that was what Karen had done to him last night. Where had Cassie learned to do that? She'd never done it before.
"Oh! Ah! Fuck, Harry! Fuck harder!" she cried, lifting and shaking all around his steely dick, making her pussy mouth slip up and down the hard shaft and milk it.
To his astonishment, she was holding out. In fact, things were getting all turned around. He felt a thrill shoot through his belly and the way his prick swelled and throbbed inside her hot, working cunt, and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to hold his sperm back, even if he wanted to.
He banged and thudded against her. She rocked her ass up against his upper thighs, and he felt the round swells of the firm globes, the way his balls pounded against her upturned crack.
"Ahhhh, more, Harry! Do more!" she gasped.
He pounded harder. That wasn't what she'd meant, though, because she slid her hand between their bodies andt wrapped her fingers around his drenched, slippery, plunging shaft.
She arched her ass downward, and she pulled at his prick, and the hard cock slipped from her pussy.
"Cassie, what..." he gasped.
She looked at him heatedly. "I said I wanted more, Harry. This is what I want, not just more damn pounding."
Her rebuke stung him and made him feel inept as a fucker, instead of superior. Then his eyes bulged as she gasped and worked her hand where he could feel but not see.
His prickhead ballooned and pulsed, and his shaft jerked. "Cassie!" he gasped.
"There, Harry! There's what I want! Ohhhh, God-push! Fuck! Fuck it up my ass!"
His glans spread against the puckered, kissing mouth of her tight little asshole. He felt fire rush all through his body and make him shudder.
What the hell was going on here! Who'd taught her this!
"Eeeee, yes!" she cried throatily, her anal mouth pulsing and sucking at the tip of his prick.
She locked her legs around his butt again and pulled inward with them, making him fuck her ass, drawing his hard, throbbing shaft into her tight asshole.
"Cassie-it'll hurt!" he gasped.
"Do it! Do it!"
He pressed forward. His prickhead spread the tight muscular ring of her asshole. The slippery meat nosed deeper, then popped inside her dark, clinging channel.
"Ahhhh, yes!" Cassie cried, arching up.
"Honey, I'll kill you! My cock's too big for your little butt!" He panted and throbbed all over. This was insane! He'd tear her virginal little asshole to shreds.
And then it hit him. She must have gotten her ass cherried by that goddamn stud she'd let fuck her yesterday!
"Ahhhhrgh!" he growled throatily, bearing down on her upturned butt, making his big shaft sink deeper and deeper into her little ass.
"Ahhhh, Harry! That's the way!" she cried. "Ooooo, it burns, honey, but don't stop! Fuck my ass! Fuck it all the way into me and spray your hot sperm into me!"
His prick throbbed and stretched. The tightness of her anal mouth stripped the skin from his shaft, pulled stray hairs out by the roots, made his whole prick blaze with sensation.
The tight muscular ring clamped and clenched around his root, pulling and milking. Her spread, upturned pussy was like a pink, silky well overflowing with slippery cunt honey.
Her labia kissed his mound and oozed juice. The stuff became smeared all over his pubes and inner thighs and all over hers, until he was sliding around in it, his his prick glued into ther tight, clenching asshole.
"Cassie! Cassie!" he croaked. "You're taking it! All of it!"
"I took it!" she cried, correcting him, her eyes blinking, her body shaking all over, her tits jutting sharply from her chest.
"How?" he croaked. "You've never. . . we've never.. . who! Goddamn it, Cassie, who have you been fucking!"
"Ohhhhh, don't talk, Harry! Fuck! Ahhhh, God-just fuck!"
He pulled back. His prick seemed caught in her tight ass. Her tissues clung to his shaft and pulled outward, making a stretching, clutching tube of her asshole.
"Eeee!" she cried, shuddering all over.
She wanted it up her ass, did she? Well, by God, she was going to get it good!
Harry pulled backward until his prick popped from her quivering asshole. Pussy juice ran from her flowing cunt and sucked into the pulsing opening quickly, making it terribly slick.
"Harry ...what..." she gasped, wanting him back in her butt.
He shifted quickly. He scooped his hands under her ass and lifted. He got to his back holding her up. He half slipped under her and half pulled her back over his stomach, just the way he'd fucked Karen last night.
"Harry ..." she moaned. "Ohhhh, darling ...who have you been fucking!"
His prick throbbed hotly. He felt her round little asscheeks quake and squirm against his belly. He felt her sharp little tits, sweeping his hands up and down them as she writhed with her back against his chest.
He felt her tight, hard nipples brush against his palms. He felt her thighs spread wide as her hands went to her crotch and her fingers wrapped around his prick and pulled and jacked at the horny, bucking shaft.
He slipped the pillow under the back of her head and gasped into her ear. "Stick it in again, baby ...if you think you can take a real ass-fuck!"
She groaned and bent his prick forward. The head nosed through the wet, running folds of her pussy mouth. She dipped her pelvis downward, rocking on the balls of her ass, and his cock shot into her silky, slippery cunt with a gush of juice.
"Ahhhh, fuck!" she cried.
"You're cheating, baby!" he gasped, pumping his hips, the feel of her hot pussy around his hot cock terribly good.
She ground her ass against him, keeping her pussy fully stuffed with his bursting prick. Then she rocked her hips wildly upward, and her cunt mouth stripped his shaft and nipped at the head and nearly drew his sperm up through the bucking tube just as his cockhead popped from her wet, wet hole.
Her fingers wrapped around the shaft again, jacking the slippery meat. He groaned under her, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to save it. This was one load Karen was going to have to do without.