Chapter 9
April awakened from a peaceful sleep to find sunlight crowding the room ... and silence. She lay motionless on the throw rug for a full minute, her naked breasts pointed toward the high and sooty ceiling, their coral nipples hard from the chill that filled the room. She listened to the silence without apprehension. Her mind was still sluggish from the liquor and the Seconal Gordon had given her last night and for the time being her mood was euphoric.
She lost momentary interest in the thick silence that crawled through the lodge and a dreamy smile curved her sensual red lips as she remembered the act of cunnilingus Gordon had performed upon her shortly before and probably long after she had drifted off to sleep. On the heel of this she recalled something else that puzzled her and caused the smile to fade from her mouth.
A deep frown wrinkled her brow as she watched her gently moving breasts and wondered if she had been hallucinating again. Lips tightened at their corners as she rolled her head from side to side on the rug. No way in hell. Not this time. She had seen what she had seen and nobody would ever be able to convince her otherwise.
Not even Gordon Archer.
Especially Gordon Archer.
A dream?
Imagination?
Like fuck!
April shattered the silence with a loud giggle as the scene unfolded in her mind ...
Sometime during the early and still dark hours of the morning she had awakened. Still in a semi-stupor from the booze and the Seconal, she had opened her eyes to find Gordon on the sofa ... huffing and puffing ... completely oblivious to her presence and everything else as he clutched his colossal cock with both hands and masturbated.
Now, thinking of what she had seen and knowing damn well she hadn't been dreaming, April was puzzled as to why Gordon had been playing with his prick. Why hadn't he awakened and softened his erection in her cunt, ass or mouth? This working himself off by hand-it didn't make sense. It wasn't normal.
Normal? April grimaced. Look who was talking about normal. She had taken cocks from Gordon and Pop Westrum in her pussy, asshole, mouth, between the breasts; she had even had her ass spanked.
She stopped thinking about it. Then she became aware of the silence once more. Was Gordon still asleep? It was time to find out and shake him out of the sheets. She preened herself like a cat. Then she sat up, looked toward the bedroom and called, "Is there an oversexed doctor in the house?"
No answer.
April scrambled to her feet and shivered as she stepped off the throw rug; the floor was colder than a bill collector's smile beneath her bare feet. Her frown returned as she retrieved the rainbow-colored beach towel from the arm of the sofa and wrapped it around her chilled body, then called again, "Gordon!"
Silence.
An alarm bell began to clang in her brain. She scooted into the bedroom ... and found it empty. She ran back into the living room and looked out the window. Eyes widened, skin crawled, guts knotted, her mind turned to ice. The Lincoln was among the missing.
April seethed inwardly. Her breasts bucked behind the beach towel that covered them, her nostrils flared. She felt cheated, betrayed. Gordon had promised her a trip to the village, a look at his office in Willsburg and then he had taken off without her.
He had lied to her again.
Why?
She found the answer to her question in the kitchen, tucked between the salt and pepper shakers on the cluttered table. Another hastily scrawled note from Gordon, informing her of his departure and promising a speedy return ... as soon as he satisfied himself that Peter Gibson had not doubled back to the village in search of her.
Cautious.
Gordon was being cautious.
His message ended with these barely legible words: "P.S. Keep your juicy cunt cool and your pretty legs crossed until I get back, little nymph."
The note was signed "Daddy".
Gordon's note acted as a tranquilizer. The heat of anger faded from April's blood. She became happy and suddenly ravenous, but not for leftover chicken paprika. Toast, scrambled eggs and coffee would hit the spot, April thought as she proceeded to clean the cluttered table. She packed chicken bones, soggy paper napkins and two empty booze bottles into a brown paper shopping bag, then carried it out to the garbage can. She was getting ready to step back into the kitchen when a glint of light attracted her attention. It came from the far end of the orchard, barely inside the timber. A reflection of sunlight against metal or glass, or both. April's eyes narrowed, her pulse quickened. Maybe Gordon was coming back!
April kept squinting. Nothing else showed for a few seconds and then she saw the reflection again. It was still barely inside the timber, moving to the left of the orchard road and then disappearing.
"Not Gordon," April muttered as she returned to the kitchen. "But definitely a vehicle ... going where? And why through the forest? Why not across the meadow? Cripes, someone is acting awful sneaky."
Sneaky? April laughed. Ten to one what she had just seen was Pop Westrum, looking for a place to stash his pickup so Gordon wouldn't spot the damn thing if he happened to come back before he finished doing whatever he was coming here to do with her.
Another fanny dusting? A fuck? April laughed again. Knowing that raunchy old fart the way she did, he would probably give her a taste of both.
The mere thought of what Pop Westrum would do to her made April quiver with delight. A moment later her nose wrinkled. She couldn't really do anything with the antiquated ass spanker. Not in her present unsanitary condition. Cripes, her quim probably smelled like an open tin of sardines from all of the semen Gordon had hosed into it. A quick rinse was in order before Pop arrived. Definitely.
She forgot about breakfast and sped into the bathroom. There was no hot water. The best she could get was lukewarm. Well, hell, lukewarm was better than cold. She peeled the beach towel from her body, stepped under the shower. The spray hit her breasts and caused her nipples to harden. She glanced down at her "dairies and said aloud, "Hot damn, here I go again!"
April lathered her ass, then her cunt, thighs and breasts. She kept waiting for Pop Westrum to stick his head inside the shower stall and yell, "Surprise!" but it didn't happen.
April's brow knitted in a frown. Where the hell was the old fart? He should have been here by this time.
She rinsed off by doing a slow pirouette under the lukewarm water, keeping her head clear to avoid getting her hair wet and momentarily she was standing in front of the door mirror, dripping all over the floor. She reached for the same beach towel she had been wearing, off and on, since yesterday and started to dry herself. A few seconds later she heard a familiar voice call, "April!"
Gordon's voice!
April wrapped the beach towel around herself and ran into the living room. One look at Gordon brought her to a sudden stop. He was standing in front of the bar, his face a mask of worry, the lines around his expressive mouth tight and drawn. April couldn't believe what she was seeing. Gordon Archer was running scared.
"My problem is the inability to remember," April said lightly as she moved behind the bar to mix a pair of drinks. "What's yours?"
"Nothing."
"Don't give me that crap. Something is spooking your ass. What?"
Gordon smiled sourly. "I think my conscience is beginning to catch up with me."
"That isn't likely."
"Why isn't it?"
"You don't have a conscience."
Gordon threw back his head and laughed.
"That's better," April said as she pushed a drink into his hand. "I don't enjoy seeing you with a long face; it reminds me too much of Pop Westrum."
Gordon's face clouded again. "Speaking of that old reprobate, have you seen him today?"
April thought about the vehicle she had seen sneaking along the edge of the forest, kept it to herself. "No. Didn't you bump into him in town?"
Gordon shook his head.
Her eyes glittered, mocking him. "Maybe he's ducking you on purpose, passionate physician."
Gordon's brow wrinkled in a puzzled frown. "Why would he do something like that?"
"Injured feelings, perhaps. You called him a revolting son of a bitch yesterday, remember?"
Gordon grinned. "I've called him that before, so if he's avoiding me deliberately, it's for another reason. Ah, well, to hell with Pop. Let us drink and enjoy this day."
"I have a better idea," April said. "Why don't we stay sober and take a ride to the village?"
Gordon shook his head again. "Just to be on the safe side, I think we should postpone that trip until tomorrow."
April gave him a twisted smile. "Know something? Sometimes, like now, I get the kinkiest feeling that you have no intention of ever taking me to Wolfsville."
Gordon took a long, shallow breath. "All I'm trying to do is protect you, little wanton."
"From this Gibson jerk?"
"Exactly."
April reached across the bar and patted Gordon on the cheek. "All right, lover, protect away."
Gordon's voice changed, softening. "I'm not about to protect you from myself. I'd much rather attack."
"Attack and I'll scream."
"For help?"
"For joy."
Gordon placed his half-finished drink on the bar and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. "One screaming session coming up."
April laughed and watched Gordon remove his shirt, toss it aside, then drop his pants. He knifed forward, stepping out of his slacks, then straightened and faced her. April's glance dropped to his colossal cock, searching for lipstick traces. She found none. Gordon's sausage was clean ... for a change.
"Now you," Gordon said as he fisted his erection with both hands and shook it at her. "Drop that sarong you're wearing and let me see that exquisite body of yours."
April moistened her lips. "Let's finish our drinks first."
Gordon smiled as though an invisible vise gripped his scrotum, shook his head. "The drinks can wait-I can't."
April decided to stop teasing him. She stepped out from behind the bar and purred, "All right, horny hemorrhoid remover, let's start calming you down. How do you want me this time?"
A small hiss of air blew between Gordon's teeth. "To begin with, naked."
April was beginning to get in the mood for lust. Heat was creeping into her loins; her breasts were starting to tingle at their awakening tips. She shivered and lifted both hands to where she had tucked the towel to hold it in place and then went into her teasing routine. She loosened the towel, held it in place over her dancing breasts, enjoying the sight of Gordon's flushed face as he waited for her to drop the material and reveal her womanly charms.
Seconds passed.
Gordon became impatient.
"Damn you for a teasing tart," he growled, "show me that hot little body of yours!"
April didn't. Not immediately. Still holding the beach towel in position, she shook her breasts at him and pumped her hips lewdly, thighs spread slightly to treat him to a tiny glimpse of her now moistening pussy.
"Ready for the unveiling?" she asked torridly.
"Ready. Do it."
April took a deep breath and released her grip. The rainbow-colored beach towel dropped to the floor and now she stood deliciously naked before Gordon.
Gordon's passion was clawing at his balls. Agony masked his face. He couldn't wait. He didn't want to wait. He walked up to her, still fisting his cock in both hands and said harshly, "Kneel, little minx."
April licked her lips and made like a meek pussycat. She sank to her knees before him, waited.
Gordon stopped holding himself and said, "I like your hands better. Grab my cock."
April hesitated.
"Grab my cock," Gordon repeated with mock anger. "Go, little nymph. Don't be afraid of my prick. It's not a snake. It won't bite you."
"If it does, I'll bite it back."
Gordon barked a laugh. "I don't give a shit what you do, but for chrissakes, do something!"
April hooked a slender finger around the base of his petrified prod and bent it toward her lips. Her mouth opened and she crammed the velvety knob of Gordon's cock into it. A second later strange things began to happen. The feel of his cockhead inside her mouth caused her senses to spin out of control. Now she wanted more of his pulsating instrument of pleasure. She had to have more. All of it. As much as she could get.
"Beautiful!" Gordon groaned as she took the entire length of his whang down her throat and compressed her lips to hold his nuggets against her chin for a second. "Simply beautiful!"
Gordon's passion-drenched voice came at April from a seemingly great distance. He was pleased. So was she. Taking his hard and juicy cock in her mouth was something she always enjoyed doing. His semen was out of sight. The more she sucked out of him, the more she wanted. His love cream was nectar. Pure nectar. Mmmmmmm.
"That's my good girl!" Gordon rasped as he took April by the ears and proceeded to saw his cock in and out of her mouth. "You're doing fine, angel lips. Lick, slurp, growl over this bone I'm feeding you. Blow, little minx, blow!"
April responded to his urging. Her lips tightened. Then milked. Her teeth nipped at his throbbing cock.
Gordon shuddered.
"Jesus," he said, awed, "I never thought I'd ever see the day when any lady would take this cock of mine down into her throat the way you do!" He released his grip on her ears and patted the back of her skull. "Special, you're really something special."
"Mmmmmm," April mumbled around the colossal cock that drooled in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!"
"Keep sucking," Gordon panted. "It won't be long now before I give you my come. I'm on the verge of getting my jollies. A few more licks and sucks should do the trick. Keep working, little one. Swing on my limb." He gasped as April nipped him with her teeth, then said, "Swing, honey, swing!"
April swung. She loved the taste of his cock, the way it throbbed inside her mouth and she was even enjoying the touch of his hair each time his scrotum made contact with the point of her chin.
She wasn't alone in this orbit of ecstasy. Gordon was rocketing with her. He tightened his grip on the back of her skull and started to pump his hips. He crammed his whang down her throat, then jerked it back. He bucked, he tugged on her head and then he barked, "My balls! Put your hand on my balls and play with them so I can really get my jollies!"
April groped, found and scooped his nuggets into her left hand. She hugged, tickled, toyed, rolled them back and forth like marbles between her fingers.
"That did it!" Gordon shrieked as he brought her moving head to a standstill. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
And he did.
Shock tremors of delight jarred April's cunt as his sperm hit the back of her mouth and for the next few wild moments she had to swallow hard and fast to keep ahead of the honey gushing from his cock.
"Devour me, little one. Eat every drop of my jism!"
April swallowed and kept swallowing, until there was no more ...
"Ummm," she purred as she permitted his softening sausage to slither out of her mouth. "Your love cream is delicious."
Gordon smiled loosely. "You didn't get it all."
"Oh?"
"You missed a drop."
"Where?"
"On my balls."
April giggled. "I think you're lying, perverted physician. I think you just want me to lick your nuts."
"I do. Mind?"
"No."
"Then start licking."
April's lips and tongue massaged Gordon's scrotum for a couple of minutes. By the time she finished, his cock was hard and ready for action once more.
"Now what?" she asked. "Another suck job?"
Gordon shook his head. "Ass. I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours."
"Whatever turns you on," April squealed as she stretched out on the floor and spread her legs. "Just so it does the same to me."
"It will," Gordon promised as he dropped to his knees between her thighs and draped a leg over each shoulder. "It will."
"Show me."
Gordon did. He clutched April's slightly moving hips and filled her asshole with his rigid cock.
April grunted. There was a brief stab of pain and then all she felt was pleasure. She removed her legs from his shoulders and coiled her arms around his neck. She mashed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue between his parted lips. She flicked the tip of her tongue against his uvula and then withdrew to tear her mouth away from his and shrill, "I'm starting to feel you, lecherous leech! Cripes, am I ever starting to feel you!" Her hips began to churn with frenzy over the monstrous male muscle that was ripping her emotions apart at the seams and her voice lifted another octave as she chanted, "Ream me, ream me, ream me!"
April's buttocks made slap-slap sounds as they bounced against the hardwood floor, her hips writhed and her midnight-black eyes brightened, then dimmed like a pair of headlights going on low beam as orgasm came nearer and nearer.
She was ready to pop. But not by herself.
Panting sounds filled the room as Gordon shifted his slippery shaft into high gear, for at this point he was flirting with a release of his own. He ignored the sweat that stung his eyes and kept hammering at April with his cock. Semen bubbled in his balls as he climbed out on the limb of lust. He wasn't out on the limb of lust by himself. April was out there with him, her flashing hips grinding faster and faster as she desperately tried to saw the limb out from under both of them ...
"Lover, lover," April panted, "I'm almost ready to come all over your cock!"
Gordon grunted. "Same ... here! Keep fucking!"
"Like this?"
"Faster. Wiggle that sweet ass of yours faster!"
"Like this?"
"Yes ... like ... that!"
They fucked and bucked with increased frenzy, to no avail.
"Don't come before I do!" April panted. "Oh, please don't blow your nuts before I do!"
"I won't, little minx, I won't," Gordon vowed as he continued to saw his cock in and out of her tight asshole. "I'll wait for you."
April's hot lips glided over his wet cheek again. Groping blindly for his mouth. Seeking. Finding. Bolting her pink tongue between his teeth. Jolting his tonsils and then the roof of his mouth with a wicked kiss that brought a desired reaction from Gordon.
Gordon went berserk with passion as the tip of April's tongue hit the roof of his mouth. Muscles tightened; perspiration leaked from his open pores like blood. His cock gored more savagely, his big hands left her twisting hips to grab and manipulate her jutting pink nipples with sadistic ferocity as he struggled to hold back the ejection of jism until April could climax with him.
April's quim was oozing, her body flaming. Eyes glazed. Blood bubbled in her veins. Nerves jumped. And breath bounced out of her in ragged blasts as she thrilled to the savage thrusts Gordon's cock was inflicting upon her anal passage.
"Fuck, April, fuck!"
April fucked.
Orgasm threatened and then made good its threat. April's dark eyes rolled back in their sockets until only the whites showed as she coiled her glistening legs around Gordon's flashing buttocks and screeched at the top of her lungs, "I'm going to cream my cunt, lover! No, not going to-I am creaming my cunt! Damn, damn, damn, it feels as if my soul is being ripped loose from its moorings!"
"Don't hold back, let it rip!"
"It has, it has!"
April detonated.
So did Gordon.
They climaxed simultaneously. Their juices flowed, mingled ...
What seemed like an eternity later April's black eyes stopped swimming in their sockets as reason returned, slowly. Breath hissed out of her as she focused in on Gordon and whispered torridly, "You've massaged my asshole a few times since we've been together, Daddy, but this ass fucking you just finished giving me was the best ever. Damn, when you punched the panic button and tripped my trigger, I damn near went all the way out of my bird!"
Gordon removed his softening prick from her asshole and grinned at her. "For me too, little minx."
April felt Gordon's jism trickling out of her asshole and shivered, then said, "I can see your big cock drooping, so if you're finished with your Greek attack on my ass, how about letting baby up so she can go to the John, Daddy?"
Gordon crawled out from between her legs with the speed of a crippled turtle. A grin twisted his lips as he locked glances with her and asked teasingly, "Bad kidneys?"
April sat up, naked breasts heaving and stuck her pink tongue out at him. "Kiss my ass, lover."
"Kiss your ass? I'd rather fuck it."
"You just did."
"Did what?"
"Fucked my ass." She made a face. "Man, the way you shoved your big fat cock to my asshole really ripped me up at the beginning. I'll probably have to wipe it with a powder puff for a week, at least."
Gordon cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "I thought you enjoyed the ass fucking I just gave you, baby?"
"I did."
Gordon smiled wickedly. "Then let me rest up for a minute or so and I'll fuck your pretty ass again."
"Like hell you will," April laughed as she bounced to her feet, gave him a stiff finger and scampered toward the bathroom. "My ass has had it for today."
The bathroom door was open. April ran inside, stepped into the puddle of water she had left behind from her last shower, lost her balance and struck her head against the edge of the sink as she fell to the floor in an unconscious heap ...