Chapter 7
Pop Westrum avoided another confrontation with Gordon Archer by slipping out via the kitchen door, while April scurried into the bathroom to take a sixty-second shower and a finger douche that made her feel hot and eager all over. She emerged wrapped in a rainbow-colored beach towel to find Gordon stacking the back bar with bottles of liquor he was removing from a huge cardboard box that had once contained cartons of a popular brand of sanitary napkins.
"Ah, there you are, little minx," Gordon said, his expression softening at the sight of her. He caressed her with his eyes for a few seconds, smacked his lips. "You look both ravishing and refreshing. Did you nap?"
"I just woke up a few minutes before you arrived," April lied. She stifled a yawn, then asked, "Is everything all right in town?"
"It is."
"Peter Gibson?"
"Gone."
April watched him closely. "Then it will be all right for me to visit Wolfsville, won't it?"
"Certainly."
"When will you take me there?"
Gordon chewed his lower lip for a moment. "Tomorrow soon enough to suit you?"
"Beautiful!"
Gordon's hot eyes caressed her. "So are you, baby."
April saw the animal hunger in Gordon's smoke-gray eyes and swallowed hard. The medicine man was getting horny again. She winced inwardly. Cripes, didn't that overactive libido of his ever take a coffee break?
April wished to hell it would take one now. She didn't feel like playing sexual footsies at the moment. Sucking, getting sucked, fucking like a mink had turned into a constant thing since her awakening at this remote lodge. If it wasn't Pop Westrum, it was Gordon. She was becoming saturated with their fluids. What she needed was some food and rest. She got neither.
Gordon cut into her thoughts by saying, "Why don't you slip out of that sarong and make yourself comfortable, little pigeon?"
April stuck her tongue out at him. "No way, hymen plucker. I haven't eaten anything all day, except your cock and dieting doesn't seem to be my bag. Are you hungry?"
Gordon stepped out from behind the bar to show her his erection; it was straining to break free of his pants.
"I'm famished," he said on the heel of a harsh laugh, "but I'll have to risk starvation until I soften this big muscle of mine. A matter of etiquette, April. It isn't considered proper to sit at the table with a hardon."
April stared at the prominent bulge in his crotch and weariness faded. Heat proceeded to creep into her loins. The heat of desire ...
Gordon seemed to sense her abrupt change of mood, from disinterest to interest and now his voice turned coaxing as he said, "The towel, little wanton. Remove that obscene beach towel and show me your lovely body."
April obeyed without hesitation. The rainbow-colored beach towel dropped to the floor and she stood naked before him, breasts dancing with excitement as she waited for his next command.
Gordon did a fast strip of his own, then said, "Sit down on the sofa, April."
She blinked. "Sit?"
Gordon nodded.
April shrugged and lowered her shapely ass to the sofa.
Gordon said, "Spread your legs and show me your juicy cunt."
April did.
The sight of her hairy pussy fascinated Gordon. He smacked his lips and said, "I'm going to eat you up, little minx, but not just yet. First things first." He finished undressing and walked up to her, his cockhead nodding as though in complete agreement as he stopped in front of April and croaked, "I think I would like to have you blow me."
April stared at his quivering erection and frowned. Earlier today she had accused Gordon of using his cock on another woman and he had flatly denied it. Tasting another woman's fluid on a man's shaft and then chalking it up to confused tastebuds was one thing, but seeing the evidence of another woman with her eyes was something else. Denial this time would be impossible. She was looking at the proof; a shade of lipstick different from hers, almost purplish in color, faintly smeared over the swollen knob of his cock.
She started to question him about this other woman he was seeing, changed her mind. She told herself that what Gordon did away from her was his business, but in the same breath of thought she couldn't help feeling a bit jealous ...
Gordon broke into her reverie. "Staring at it won't make me come, April. Do me."
April laughed softly. Then she caught Gordon's pulsating prick with both hands, crammed the tip of it into her mouth and began to suck. She paused several times to catch her breath and now she was only holding his slippery shaft with one hand.
"Play with me," Gordon rasped as he gripped the back of her skull and forced more of his meat into her mouth. "Tickle my balls while you blow me ... " His voice trailed off for a moment and then came back strong. "Ah, yes, like that. Your fingers feel wonderful. Scratch me a little. Excellent, excellent! Tickling and scratching always makes me come quickly. Go, April, go!"
April wanted and tried for a release of her own. While her left hand massaged and clawed at his scrotum, she put her right hand to work on herself. She touched her pussy fur, then slid the tips of her fingers down to her itching cleft. Vaguely, she remembered that somewhere in the past she had occasionally applied friction to her clitoral spire for relief, but this time she went directly to the source of her sexual torment. She buried a finger between the wet lips of her pussy and proceeded to masturbate herself while she sucked greedily on the big cock that filled her mouth.
"You're doing fine," Gordon encouraged as he gripped her delicate ears and sawed his cock in and out of her mouth. "Lick me with your tongue, rake me with your teeth ... beautiful ... It won't be long now, little April ... a few more sucks and I'm going to come in your pretty mouth."
It would be less than a few sucks, April decided as she removed her finger from her cunt and concentrated on making him bomb. Gordon was standing on the brink of eruption. She could feel him stiffening, his balls jerking as he thrust the entire length of his cock into her mouth.
"Tighten your lips, April," Gordon panted. "I'm ready to pop and I don't want you to lose a single drop of my semen."
April's lips tensed around his cock. She gave his prick a vicious suck and waited for Gordon to break his string. He did.
Gordon gripped the back of April's head with both hands and rasped, "Here it comes ... love milk ... just for you!"
April swallowed and kept swallowing, until his juices stopped flowing. Then she removed his cock from her mouth and rested her head against his hairy thigh. Gordon's softening cock swayed before her eyes and as she watched it a stray droplet dropped from the knob and splashed against the slope of her left breast.
She giggled and said, "Your faucet is still leaking, dirty old doctor."
Gordon lifted her head away from his thigh and grinned at her. "I imagine you're doing some leaking of your own, little doll."
"A smidgin."
"Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we? Sit up. I'm going to stop the flow with my tongue."
April straightened, spread her legs to show Gordon the wet, pink lips of her pussy framed in a halo of blonde curls. She laughed and said, "Do your thing, lover. Lap me."
Gordon dropped to his knees, draped one of April's legs over each shoulder, then quickly pasted his mouth to the moist, sweet lips of her cunt. He sucked at her pussylips for the space of a few heartbeats and then he stiffened his tongue and bolted it deep into her cavern of delight.
April grunted, shuddered, shrilled, "Here I come! And I do mean come!"
Gordon attacked her pussy with all the gusto of a hungry cannibal diving into a bowl of missionary soup. His tongue bored, crooked, licked, writhed and slammed against the walls of April's cavern. Simultaneously, his fingers found and trapped her jutting clitoris, sending icy shivers of delight up and down her spine, shrinking the world around her into insignificance so that nothing mattered except the glorious tongue that filled her.
Hips churned, legs tightened around Gordon's neck and her voice lifted to chant, "Lick me, slurp me, devour and destroy me with that long tongue of yours!"
Gordon tried.
"Eureka!" April exclaimed as she coiled her legs tightly around Gordon's neck and locked his long tongue deep within her melting cunt. "Here I come, here I come!"
And a whisper later her fountain began to flow ...
Gordon finished licking her split, wiped his mouth on her pubic napkin and stood up ... with another erection.
"One more time," Gordon said. "I want you to soften me one more time."
April's pink tongue raced around her sensuous lips in a moistening gesture. "With my mouth?"
Gordon's head wobbled from side to side. "With your pussy."
April was all for it. She slid from the sofa and stretched out on the floor, eyes on his cock. It was stiff as a chair leg and as hard as one. A smile curved her lips as she watched Gordon skin himself back to expose his cockhead and once again she marveled at his fantastic virility. Fantastic? She grimaced. To take her so often bordered on the abnormal. Satyriasis? A mental nod. It had to be ...
"Ready?" Gordon asked.
April smiled impudently. "Ready and willing."
"Then open your lovely legs wider," Gordon instructed as he dropped to his knees between them, holding his cock with both hands as he guided it toward the pink lips of her pussy. "The syringe is ready for injection."
April spread her legs wider, laughed. "It will probably be a one-way injection, lover. Honestly, I don't think I have enough fluid left in me to come again."
"You'll come," Gordon promised. "I'll make you come. I know how. I'll fuck you and hold back my own ejaculation until you get ready to climax with me."
"This I gotta see."
"You will."
"Ha!"
Smiling malevolently, Gordon nuzzled his cockhead against the wet lips of her quim for a moment, then gripped her unmoving hips and with a single thrust that could only be termed as brutal, rammed his meat into her.
April grunted at the moment of impalement, then stiffened beneath Gordon and hissed, "Damn you, sadistic sawbones, that hurts!"
"Sorry."
"You certainly are!"
Gordon chuckled. Then he gripped her buttocks with both hands and started pouring the prod to her. He pumped away with piston-like precision, slowly at first and then his movements became more frenzied as the climax he wanted to prolong started to spin out of control.
A curse of disgust ripped past his twisted lips.
April sensed the inner struggle Gordon was having with himself. She didn't want him to struggle. She wanted to get this session over with ... so she could rest ... and get some food into her churning stomach.
Act like a whore to get his rocks off, she told herself. Fake it, fake it!
And she did. For the first time since her involvement with Gordon Archer, she simulated passion to get him off and away from her.
"Don't fight it," April panted, her hips churning to bring his climax to a head. "Stop holding back your load. I want your come. Give it to me!"
Gordon kept pumping, straining, holding, denying ...
"Damn you, damn you, give me your come!"
"Here," Gordon rasped as his sex gun went off with a spastic bang, "take it!"
April moaned and bucked like a wild mare as Gordon's semen gushed into her cunt ...
Gordon stopped squirting, finally. Exhaustion mirrored his sweaty face. He sagged on top of April, limp as a rag doll after a bath. His tongue licked half-heartedly at her perspiration-soaked breasts for a few seconds. Then he lifted his head and rolled clear of her. He sat up beside April with a weary sigh, grinned loosely and said. "Now I'm ready to eat."
April rolled over on her left hip, came up on one elbow, smiled at him and asked teasingly, "Eat what? Pussy?"
Gordon shook his head. "Food."
April bounced to her feet and grimaced as she felt his semen ooze out of her hole. Then she stopped grimacing and said, "It's about time you decided to eat something other than me!" She smiled again to take the sting out of her words. "Give me a few minutes to scrounge something from the frig."
Gordon rose. "That won't be necessary, April honey. I brought a box lunch from, the village. Chicken paprika, Hungarian style. I hope you'll like it."
April cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "Like it? Lover, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse and chase its jockey." She glanced around the room and smacked her slightly smudged lips. "Where the hell is this box of Hungarian goodies?"
"In the car. I'll get it."
"Save your breath for screwing and diving in my bush," April said as she bolted out into the early night, leaving a trail of happy laughter in her wake.