Chapter 8
How long had this been going on? Don wondered. With narrowed eyes, he watched the tall, slim man with the crop of tightly curled black hair. He had to admit, grudgingly, that the stranger was handsome if you like the type. Don wasn't sure what type he was except that it wasn't his.
There was no question in his mind that Brenda knew this Guy, and had been involved with him. It was in every look they gave each other, in their shy avoidance of standing near enough to touch. And the man was as aware of Brenda as she was of him.
A lot of things suddenly became clear. His puritanical wife had been in love with Guy, Don knew now. She had slept with him, had been thoroughly involved. The part that hurt Don was her turning so cold toward him afterward. Evidently Guy had something that made her despise other lovers, until she was forced to it as she had been by this party.
And Vd been jealous of that young stud with the big cock! Don thought.
Don looked around, realizing that neither Brenda nor Guy were in sight. He'd been lost in thought for a long time. He resolved not to let it spoil the party for him. If Brenda was off screwing her boy friend, well, she might have tonight even if she'd never seen him before.
Supper had not yet been served and the party was going strong. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the air and the room vibrated with naked, swaying, dancing flesh. The couples were moving slowly to the haunting music, sensually touching and stroking. It was too dark to make out faces and identities and the whole thing had the quality of a highly erotic dream.
He saw an attractive blonde by herself, and a second look told him it was the girl with the body paint; Guy's wife. He made his way across the room to her, determined to have fun whatever happened.
Nothing Brenda could do would disturb him now! he thought, as he looked forward to his second encounter of the evening.
"You at a swap party?" Guy asked.
Brenda and Guy sat on the steps leading up to the finished attic. The door was open ... they weren't alone because others passed the entrance now and then. But they were isolated in their emotions, as if they were the only people in the house.
"Why not?" Brenda answered coldly.
They sat quietly for a moment and then Brenda said, irrelevantly, "Your wife is beautiful."
"Thank you." His voice was even colder than hers.
"You better get circulating," she said, "before all the good women are gone. Don't waste your time sitting here, Guy. You already know what it's like to fuck me."
"You bitch!"
"Well, that's what you came for, isn't it?"
"And what did you come for," he said viciously, "a bridge game?"
Brenda took a deep breath and told herself not to be ridiculous. Sure, there was still something between her and Guy ... he was more than just a quick lay. But it was over, and a good thing too. She mustn't let him get her upset like this, she thought.
Already she knew that Don suspected something was up, and Guy's wife must, too. They had gravitated together as if pulled by magnetism, but once they reached each other, they had nothing to ay. Nor did they let their hands or bodies touch. But the way they looked in each other's eyes, only a blind man could not guess that they'd known each other before ... and known each other well.
"Listen, Guy," she said placatingly, "let's not quarrel. It's stupid, because it isn't that important. We had a thing for a while and it's over. We don't need to beat each other to death."
"You're right ... I'm being childish. I have to admit, my big problem was seeing you here naked. I mean, I guess I still felt deep inside that you belong to me."
"So does your wife, but she's here."
"Yes ... I told you I was being ridiculous."
Brenda felt suddenly reckless. "You know what would cure us? If we'd go in the living room and really have at it, fuck each other in front of the whole crowd. That would make it like all the other action here and destroy its . . . importance."
Guy laughed. "I'm not so sure I'm ready for that. But at least, let's go have a drink and then dance."
Hand in hand, they found their way back to the living room and mixed drinks at the bar. The potent liquor slid down her throat and spread a pool of warmth in her belly.
"Come on." Guy took her hand and pulled her away from the bar.
She lifted her arms to his neck and hung there a moment, swaying to the music and humming. The points of her tits brushed against his hairy chest and his shoulders felt strong and capable. But he pulled her loose and took her in his arms in the more conventional dancing position.
She didn't recognize the music but it was rock, with a heavy beat and a seductive tempo. She and Guy danced in the middle of the room, swaying with their bodies inches apart but not touching each other. Their movements were slow, sensual, and she couldn't resist rolling her hips erotically. But still, their bodies didn't quite touch. She felt beautifully primitive, caught up in the music and the flaring of their emotions.
Her eyes half closed, her head thrown back, pelvis arched so it pointed at his groin, she rolled her hips in ever-widening arcs. Guy was caught up in it too and they danced their savage sexuality in perfect rhythm.
Something brushed her leg and without looking down, she knew it was his cock. She couldn't pretend any longer. Her arms moved up again around his neck and her body clung to his, pressing the swollen dick hard against her belly. Her hands rubbed softly over the back of his neck. The burning itch in her cunt was driving her insane, and nobody could stop that itch but Guy. Her body had long ago discovered the sweet pleasures of fulfillment and now at all costs she mean to have it again.
Taken by surprise, he bent to kiss her. His surprise turned to something stronger when he felt the warmth of her clinging lips and snakelike tongue that slithered into his mouth. This couldn't be his shy Brenda! Guy thought. For a moment he was repelled, thinking of the other men who had had her this night, and the bold ways she must have learned from them.
But the insistent mouth on his sucked and moaned and in spite of himself, he felt his tongue responding, being drawn into her hot mouth and circling its moist, demanding tongue.
His hands moved on her back and pulled her close, stroking the taut skin. He trembled in excitement as her fingers crept between their bodies.
"Brenda, Brenda," he groaned. "I've missed you so much!"
"Me too, unbearably. But what can we do?"
"Think of something, like right now," he said, laughing and pulling his face away.
She smiled too. It wasn't too hard to think of a remedy for their mutual condition.
"But does it have to be in the center of the room?" He was teasing her. "We're bound to get stepped on!"
They wandered down the hall and were lucky enough to find a whole bedroom to themselves. Guy promptly locked the door. "I'm not shy," he said, "but I sure don't want to be interrupted.
Come on now, lie down and talk to me."
She could feel his tenseness and the fact that his erection had died told her that he still had mixed emotions and doubts about his feelings about her. So she pushed him onto his stomach and knelt beside him, kneading his back until the tight muscles relaxed.
"So talk," she whispered, but he was drifting, almost asleep under her soothing fingers. She pinched him playfully and he reacted at once, rolling over and grinning up at her. She flung herself on him, her full breasts pressing on his bare chest.
Her hands flew behind his head while her hips pressed him to the bed like a warm, pulsing hand. She pulled his head nearer to her seeking mouth and covered it with hot, wet kisses. The pounding of her blood demanded release.
Guy was astonished. Always before their love-making had been sweet and tender and always, always, he'd taken the lead. Brenda was cooperative but never aggressive. He could hardly believe it was the same woman yet the familiar weight of her and the large, creamy breasts on his chest were achingly familiar.
He put his arms around her and let his hands trail down her slim waist to find the quaking globes of her ass. With growing excitement and confidence, he grabbed the rounded buttocks and squeezed and kneaded them, feeling the excitement begin to build in his groin.
Vll show him, Brenda thought, what a really sexy female is! He never really knew me before! I was always so full of guilt that I didn't let myself go. But I will now!
She reached between their close-pressed bellies, found his groin and slipped her hand into the damp warmth to cup his limp penis in her hot fingers. She felt it growing under her touch as she stroked the sensitive cords underneath and pulled at the flaccid length of it.
Her other hand, too, crept down and eager fingers surrounded his balls, gently bouncing and teasing them until they too began to swell and grow firm.
Guy was lost in the sweetness of her flesh. For long moments he wasn't really sure where he was or whose were those hot hands that aroused his manhood. He spread her soft thighs apart and reached for her slit, rinding it already oozing its lust-inciting juice.
In some strange way he still felt guilty, as if he were cheating on his wife ... even though she was in the same house for the same purpose. And that guilt turned into anger at himself for being such a fool. He felt resentment and lust all at once and there was only one answer-Ho take it out on
Brenda.
With a rough motion he dislodged her from his belly and lay her spread-eagled on the sleek satin bedspread. He crouched over her, his sudden erection standing hard and firm from his flat-bellied body. The pulsating veins surged toward the swollen head, already tipped with the pearly drops of his escaping seminal fluid.
He heard her moan when she looked down at his cock and, taking it for fright, he laughed out loud. This was what happened to aggressive women, women who managed to make him lose his poise and balance. She'd asked for it, and she was going to get it! Guy thought.
He leaned forward, his mouth ajar, his eyes devouring the sight of her swollen breasts and then down to the full roundness of her thighs and her white, smooth belly. He was going to shove his dick in so hard and so far, she'd think it was coming out her throat! he thought.
He circled his arms around her trembling body, delighting in the smooth feel of her skin and the agitated breathing that made her breasts rise and fall in quick succession.
"Oooooh, Guy!" she whispered as she felt his hands probing about the opening of her vagina. She spread her thighs widely while her mind tried to cope with the reality of the moment and realize that it was indeed her lover who was about to ravish her body.
She was desperately afraid of calling him Don, or Bill, or even Terry at some climactic moment.
She jerked and bucked her hips upward toward his searching hands, groaning with pleasure when he thrust a strong finger up, past the lips of her cunt, and pushed it roughly deeper and deeper into the opening in her quaking flesh.
Once again he misunderstood her groan of pleasure. Remembering her fear and shyness from the past, he laughed as the smothered scream forced its way out of her lungs. He pushed deeper until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against the open lips of her pussy, and ground his finger round and round.
And then he forgot everything except the urgent necessity for plunging his cock deep into her liquid depths and losing himself in the sheer animal lust of the moment.
With a moist, sucking sound, he slowly withdrew his thick finger from her cunt. He reached for his erect penis and, sliding backward between her scissored legs, aimed the swollen, purple head up against her labia.
He pulled her body close to him and inched his way between the outer flanges, feeling a happy surprise at her moist state of readiness. Her cunt seemed to swallow him up with a gulp! He could feel her hips moving and her buttocks grinding as the clutching walls of her vagina closed on his cock. Every inch of him felt the slippery wetness as he moved tentatively back and forth, swinging slowly into his rhythm.
Brenda gave a deep sigh of relief when he was finally inside her. She wanted him so badly! she thought. She wanted his cock in her, not just any cock, and she'd been so afraid the past would make him avoid this.
She thought of the baby she might have had. The idea of that lost embryo never left her mind and she hungered for it with a deep, soul-wrenching need.
Don was the one she loved, but Guy had gotten her pregnant.
She began to buck and writhe and force her firm vagina against the captured cock, to ease the burning itch.
Gasping and panting with delight, Guy began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her wet, velvety cunt. His fingers gripped her soft thighs with unknowing force and little whimperings were squeezed from her throat as she struggled under him. The blood-engorged head of his cock grew even larger, meeting the challenge of her avid muscles.
He gritted his teeth and began fucking her with long, hard strokes, each time letting the swollen rod drag over her erect clitoris with tantalizing slowness.
When he had her skewered up to the hilt, he exulted at the slap of his balls against her buns. She was so open, so lustfully cooperative! he thought. He lost track of what he was doing and smacked in and out, each time aiming at a different part of that wet, clutching hole, trying to create a wilder abandon in his passionate partner. Reaching frantically around her squirming ass with both hands, he separated her buttocks so his balls could bounce directly off the sensitive rim of her asshole. Knocked here and there by the strength of his attack, Brenda's legs waved helplessly in the air as she braced her hands on the bed. She slid her hands under the small of her back to help support her pelvis in its frantic drive. Moaning deep in her throat, she felt the first quivering signals of her climax race through belly and buttocks. Using her whole body as a weapon in one concentrated motion, she drove harder again against that piston that pounded into her.
She came with a great, shuddering moan and tears ran down her face.
Guy leaned over to kiss and lick away her tears. "I love you, my darling Brenda," he whispered.
Before he could move again, his orgasm jerked and twitched him as if he were a puppet on a string, while the white-hot spurts of semen foamed out of the fleshy lips around his cock, drenching the matted, mingled hair and running over her thighs.
When his heart stopped pounding, he raised his head and looked at her, at her tear-stained cheeks and smiling lips.
"I want to tell you something, and I want you to remember it," he said. "There are orgasms and there are orgasms and I've never felt with anyone else what I've felt with you."
"Really?" Her voice was as fine as a silk thread.
"Really. I don't know if it means anything to you, but you've given me some of the most thrilling moments of my life."
"I felt it too."
Even in her relaxed happiness, she knew what he was trying to tell her. They didn't belong together, she and Guy, and they never would. But all the same they had something very precious between them.
Again she remembered the baby that never was born, and an idea began to grow in her mind. It was fantastic, it was ridiculous ... but how wonderful if it worked! Brenda thought.
Guy was off her and in the adjoining bathroom washing up, but Brenda hardly noticed. She was thinking hard. How to arrange it, how to work out the details, who would have to know the secret.
And most of all, how to talk Don into agreeing with her plan.