Chapter 4
Lightning snaked across the black sky and thunder crashed and echoed through the surrounding hills, instilling within April the feeling that she was witnessing the end of the world. The rain fell in liquid sheets, covering the window panes so that the frightened blonde could see nothing.
April struggled to keep a firm grip on her sanity, but it wasn't easy. The rain, the lightning and the thunder-the whole world around her was suddenly turning into a chamber of horrors.
Breasts bouncing wildly, she sped from the den into the living room to get herself a drink.
Terror ran with her. She felt like screaming. She didn't ...
She found Gordon standing inside the open doorway, dripping like the trees outside the windows, looking worried as he stared at her bleached face. April slid to a stop near the sofa and glared back at him. There was a terrible silence for a few seconds. Then, slowly, panic drained out of her system as though an invisible hand had pulled the cork on her bottled emotions and momentarily she made a whimpering sound and ran into the shelter of his outstretched arms. She pressed her face against his chest, feeling the wetness, smelling the material of his coat and then she began to cry softly.
"Easy, little one," Gordon said gently. "You can stop worrying. There's nothing to worry about. You're safe. I'm home."
April sniffed and lifted her head from his chest. She treated him to a wobbly smile and said shakily, "I'm all right now, d-dirty old man. It's j-just that I c-chickened out when n-night came, along with this d-damn storm. Especially after Pop Westrum told me you w-weren't coming b-back."
Gordon bridled instantly. "That stupid bastard-I should have had better sense than to bring him here."
"It's all right," April said, stepping back to look at him. "As long as you're home again." Her voice turned brisk. "You must be starved. Can I fix you something to eat?"
Gordon struggled out of his soggy coat. "I ate in town, but I could use a stiff drink."
April built a pair of whiskey sours and joined him on the sofa. She clinked her glass against his and said, "Bottoms up, dirty old man. Not yours-mine."
"My, my," Gordon clucked as he pushed the hem of her robe away from her pale thighs and flicked a long finger against the snug webbing of her panties, "we are ready, aren't we?"
"Blame it on the rain," April said without thinking. "Water always makes me feel freaky." She stopped talking suddenly, frowned. "Now how in the hell do I know that?"
Gordon paused with the glass near his lips and stared at her over the rim of it. "You don't remember?"
April smiled bitterly, shook her head.
"Well, don't let it throw you, little one. Bits and pieces will continue to crawl out of your subconscious and in time you'll recall everything."
"I hope so."
"I know so."
"I'll take your word for it, dirty old doctor." She laughed. "Your word isn't the only thing I'm going to take. Finish your damn drink so I can seduce you." April stood up and slipped out of her robe, anxious to become involved with him so that she could forget about the lightning and the loud thunder that was beginning to unnerve her again. "Up and at 'em, lover."
Gordon lurched to his feet with a loud sigh. April glanced down at his crotch and felt her blood speed up. A slow smile crawled across her face. It didn't take much to get this man interested in playing games with her; his cock was already stiff and ready for action.
"All right, little wanton," Gordon rasped as he downed his drink and nodded toward the scatter rug they had used as a mattress for last night's orgy, "let's get with it."
April dropped to the rug and stretched out on her back, breasts trembling. "Any time, G. A."
Gordon Archer laughed harshly and said, "You sound like a secretary getting ready to sex it up with her boss with that G. A. routine." He laughed again. "Well, keep talking until I get around to silencing you with this hard cock of mine." His gentle eyes caressed her. "Maybe I'll start by letting you chomp on it a bit. On the other hand, I might decide to shove it up your pretty ass, or between the lips of your juicy cunt. One way or another, you're going to get this big bone of mine ... and the marrow."
The sound of Gordon's voice spewing obscenities, combined with the knowledge of what was about to unfold, brought hot flashes of excitement charging into April's body. Teeth bared in a lewd smile, breasts rocking wildly, she stretched her arms up and out in invitation and purred, "Come and get me, dirty old man."
Gordon dropped to his knees between her yawning legs and pressed his body on top of hers. His still sheathed cock pulsated against her right thigh as he looked down into her passion-glazed eyes and croaked, "Now what, little one?"
"Don't ask me," April teased. "You're the doctor."
Gordon chuckled and moved his right hand to the junction of her thighs. He pulled the webbing of her panties to one side and proceeded to manipulate her clitoral spire with his fingers. April gasped, writhed, then gasped again as his fingers moved away from her clit and two of them darted between the moistening lips of her pussy.
She jerked her cunt away from his eager fingers and panted, "No, lover, not like that. Kiss me, hold me, feel me ... and then fuck me."
"Anything you say, little one," Gordon said as his mouth lowered to meet hers. "One kiss for my fair maiden coming at you."
Their mouths collided hungrily. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, shivered, loving the taste of it, the feel of it, along with the pressure of his cock that throbbed against her thigh. The lightning, rain and thunder faded into oblivion as passion gripped and now the whole world around her was suddenly dry, calm ... and beautiful.
Gordon's hands slid around her slightly moving hips and found the cheeks of her ass. He kneaded the twin loaves of flesh through the white nylon panties that covered them for a full minute. Then his fingers squirmed behind the material and momentarily his middle finger found and gouged her puckered asshole.
April moaned into his mouth as his finger passed beyond her anal circle and began to probe deep. She shuddered. Then she laced her arms around him and proceeded to mash and rub her bra-covered breasts against his chest ... wanting him to know that she was enjoying this closeness as much as he was. Her legs came alive and tightened around him, drawing his pelvic area to hers, wanting to feel his cock. She could feel the energy in his cock as he tensed and shoved against her pussy and now she wanted to feel the power charging into her.
She released his tongue from the prison of her mouth and purred, "No more teasing, lover. I can't stand any more teasing. I want you, I need you. Strip me ... and then fuck me, fuck me! Now, lover, now!"
Gordon slid back on his knees and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her white bikini panties. Nylon whispered against flesh as he tugged them down over her hips, her thighs and all the way off. He admired her cunt for a moment, smacked his lips, then growled, "Now for the rest of it."
Gordon didn't bother to unclasp her bra. He simply hooked his fingers into the material between the cups and gave it a violent jerk; snaps gave, straps broke and a clock tick later April's large breasts quivered into nakedness, their blushing pink tips pointing upwards.
April sat up and reached for him. "Now it's my turn to undress you, lover."
Gordon heaved to his feet, bringing April up with him. She attacked his clothing with frenzied fingers. Then she stretched out on her back again and murmured passionately, "Bring that big bone down here to where I can get at it, lover,"
Gordon knelt between her legs again. April reached out and gripped his turgid cock with both hands. She tugged, stroked and made him grimace.
"Easy does it, little wanton," Gordon cautioned. "Keep flogging me like that and I'm liable to come all over your fingers."
April giggled. "I'd rather have you cream inside my pussy."
Gordon shook his head. "Not with this load."
April pouted prettily. "Oh?"
"A suck job," Gordon rasped. "I want you to start me off with a suck job."
April released her grip on his cock. "Whatever turns you on, my mule-dicked darling."
Gordon stretched out beside her and laced his hands behind his skull. April sat up and stared. His love muscle jutted ceiling ward for a few seconds, then lost its balance and tilted a little toward his stomach to betray the large bag at the base of it that contained his enormous testicles.
Gordon broke into her thoughts. "Are you going to sit there and look me off, little one?"
April answered him with motion. She scooted between his legs, facing him. Then she gripped his erection with both hands and tucked the knob inside her mouth. The immediate taste of his seminal fluid drove her wild with delight. Suddenly she wanted more of his throbbing cock inside her mouth ... all of it. She went for broke and succeeded.
"Damn!" Gordon said with awe as he felt his shaft slide down into her throat. "You'd make an excellent sword swallower! Go, little one! Eat me!"
April went. Her head bobbed, her lips worked, her tongue licked. Nobody could have prevented her from finishing him. Nobody tried.
"Go, little one, go!"
April did.
"My balls," Gordon said harshly as he tangled his fingers in April's hair. "Play with my balls while you suck on my cock. It will make me come much faster. Do it, little one, do it!"
April obeyed. Her right hand cupped his perspiration-drenched scrotum. She tickled his eggs and then she rolled them back and forth between her fingers like a pair of marbles. Gordon grunted. Sweet agony filled his loins. His lips worked but no sound came past them. A moment later it didn't matter one damned bit, for suddenly April gave his pain-filled cock a violent suck and on the heel of this he felt his balls explode with orgasm. Spasms ripped through his body, ecstasy singed the tips of his nerves and words bounced out of his parched throat, one at a time: "Swallow ... my ... sperm ... all ... of ... it!"
April swallowed.
"Ah," Gordon groaned.
April kept Gordon's pulsating cock trapped inside her mouth, long after he stopped coming. She sucked and gnawed him into a second erection. Then she took it out of her mouth and purred, "Now me, you virile bastard. Bury your big bone in my hole and give me a juicy come!"
"I'm going to give you more than one," Gordon threatened as he mounted April and slipped his slobbering sword of flesh into her dewy scabbard. "I'm going to fuck you until it stops raining."
April laughed wildly and made her breasts quiver. "You might end up with a raw cock before that happens, dirty old doctor."
Gordon Archer almost did just that.
It rained all night.