Chapter 6
Russ and Diane were naked in bed in Diane's room in the time it took them to zip off their bathing suits.
Diane had a lithe body with firm luscious breasts and a solid seductive pair of asscheeks. She began to kiss and tongue Russ' chest as if she hadn't seen a naked man in five years. Diane's lips were so warm they actually left little brands of pleasure as she expertly kissed her way across his torso. Her hands caressed his rousing prick lightly as she kissed his flat hard stomach. Diane mouthed his navel and roamed downwards. Suddenly Diane moved her head and he felt his throbbing, pulsating cock-head enveloped by her warm sensuous lips and mouth.
It was good, too good a blow-job and would make him shoot his load to fast... Diane was running away with things. Russ put his hands in her hair and reluctantly drew her mouth away from his pecker saying. "Since this isn't an afternoon trick for dough Diane baby, let's take it easy and enjoy each other's body, huh?"
So he leaned over her, with a hand on each of her cute tits, and let her reddish nipples protrude between his first and second fingers. He brought the fingers tightly together, squeezing her tits hard, and raised his hands at the same time, pulling the tough nubs up toward him.
"Yes, oh yes," the girl said between clenched teeth. "Do that harder. More!"
He did, harder. And he also rolled her rubbery nipples between his fingers. After he had tired of that particular game, he grasped each with a forefinger and thumb and plucked for awhile.
"Oh, hell!" Diane said. "You really go at them, don't you? They're never been so damned tingly! Mmm ... you could drive me crazy just playing with my tits!"
"No sooner said than done," Russ murmured as he lowered his face to her firm knockers which stood in striking white contrast to the deep tan above and below them.
He let a round nub slip against his lips and as he squeezed it Diane moaned. Then he let the nipple pop out as he compressed his lips more tightly and raised his face at the same time. He took it and popped it again. He did this over and over. He teased her nipples by moving the edges of his teeth across them. He flicked his tongue at them.
All the while Diane caressed his stiff dong. She had amazingly expert hands. They stimulated his cock and balls without bringing him along too fast now that she knew what he wanted.
Russ lifted his face from her after a time and squeezed her breasts with his fingers. They had very little give. Though Russ enjoyed soft, lush tits as well as the next man, it was good to get hold of a pair as firm as these every once in awhile.
"They're going to pop, honey!" the girl cried out. "Oh, they've just never hurt so good!"
Russ bent his mouth to her once more, this time letting it roam along the flat plain of her middle. Then trailed his kisses downward. All the while she continued caressing him with her hands.
He began to get more demanding, his fingers running along her legs as his mouth teased her. Then he suddenly pressed one of his hands against her hot cuntlips Diane cried out, thrusting herself up.
Russ decided it was time to put his cock in right now.
"Oh, yes!" Diane said. "Rock me, big man! Really give my pussy a blast with that big pecker of yours!
In the grip of the special kind of exultation which comes over a man as he shoves his cock into a new cunt for the very first time, Russ didn't hear the door of the room open. He realized later, however, that Diane's so-called 'business acquaintance' must have entered the room at about that time.
Russ thrust his prick completely in-up to his very balls, viciously with a cry of triumph.
Diane wailed sharply, and he knew he'd hurt her. But he also knew she'd wanted him to treat her just that way. He began frigging his dong in and out of her cunt and the woman cried out again.
"Hurt?" he gasped, really concerned for her.
"No, just fine!" she exclaimed.
He began fucking faster. Diane moaned. Now there was less resistance, her twat was slippery with her cunt-juices.
He was fucking her, thoroughly, deriving every bit of voluptuous pleasure for himself.
He ran his hands beneath her slim body to grasp her asscheeks.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh, damn it, you're good!" Fuck me, fuck me!"
He frigged away more furiously.
"Oh, darling, angel lover," she chanted. "Mm ... Oh, hit me... fuck me... drive me out of my head!"
Russ couldn't remember when he'd shoved his cock into such a wildcat. She was clawing savagely. Her arms were squeezing him.
Her head tossed from side to side, her mouth contorting, her eyes trying to bug out. He upped the hump-tempo.
She let out a ragged cry. He released her and then began to match the fury of her cunt's wild rhythm, although he had a long way to go.
Soon she lifted her ass and he could feel her cunt begin to writhe and twitch as she "came" convulsively. Her eyes were jammed tightly closed, her mouth wide open and gasping. After a frantic few moments, she went limp.
Russ kept thrusting his prick in and out of her cunt, but Diane pushed against his chest. Taking him by surprise, she had pushed him away.
"What the hell!" he exclaimed, ready to start fighting her.
"Let me turn over," she gasped. "You can finish that way."
He'd never had a woman act like this before, but he was willing. He leaned back. She reached behind her to help him guide his stiff dick into her tight asshole.
"Damn," Russ said aloud. Then he moved forward, his cock going completely up her rectum.
She shrieked, she howled.
He began frigging her shit-hole in short steps. She continued to cry and he fucked her anus faster and faster.
A rattling cry escaped his lips as the rubbery tightness of her asshole brought him close to coming.
Then, suddenly, the universe exploded, and he shot his load up her anus in a spurting stream of hot scum.
He rolled away and looked at his shit and sperm-covered cock.
And that was when he saw the man seated in the chair near the foot of the bed-the bald bespectacled man who'd been with Diane at the pool. Behind his glasses, the louse's eyes were bulging like those of a fish, and his mouth was open.
As Russ began to lunge off the bed toward him, Diane threw herself across him, again taking him by surprise and knocking him flat on his back on the bed.
She stayed at him, holding his arms, as she pleaded intently, "Don't touch him. This is why I brought you here. If you start trouble, it will be bad for you. He's my husband."
Russ lay dumbfounded trying to grasp what had happened. Tears gleamed on Diane's cheeks and her eyes were wild and red. She had really suffered from his huge prick reaming out her asshole, there could have been no doubt about that.
"He can't satisfy my cunt-desires." Diane said, speaking rapidly. "He lets me pick up men as long as I let him watch and I finish the way we did. The first part was for me-really good. You didn't mind too much shoving it up my asshole? Did you?"
Russ felt like a well-wrung dish rag, physically and mentally.
Diane straightened up and slipped off the bed to stand beside it. Her husband had now risen from his chair. He was wearing a thick terry cloth robe.
"No hard feelings," the bald man said, forcing a smile. "This way we're all happy. Right?"
Russ didn't know whether to lunge at the other man and batter him senseless with his fists or just to lie there and laugh at what had suddenly struck him as a brutally grim joke.
Actually he did neither.
He remained quiet for a while, as the rage he had first felt slowly dissolved in his recognition of the situation's irony. Then he stood up and pulled on his swimming trunks.
"It was a ball," he remarked sarcastically to the couple who were watching him. He walked toward the door.
"Don't run off," Diane said as he was to reach for the knob. There was an urgent note in her voice.
When he turned and looked at her, Russ saw a similar quality in her eyes. Whether it sprang from a desperate need for understanding, a fear of being alone with the man whom her cunt and asshole had just served so strangely, or actual desire for Russ, he didn't know. The woman was not well. That much was clear. He imagined that, in her way, she was as sexually sick as the man who shared the room with her-husband or whoever he was.
Diane forced a smile and made a slight gesture with her hand. "We could all have a drink, couldn't we?"
On an impulse, Russ said, "You and I could." He glanced at the other man. 'This rat better clear out, though."
"The guy with the glasses laughed. "Now, wait a minute."
Russ took a couple of steps toward him. "Do you know what I could to you with my fists if I wanted to?"
The bald man blinked behind his glasses.
Diane looked from one to the other, then said to Russ. ""I'll go to your place." She bent and picked up the two pieces of her swimming outfit.
When she had donned the suit, she and Russ left her husband standing speechless in the center of the room.
Russ didn't say anything until they had reached his room, closed the door, and he had poured a couple of shots of bourbon from the bottle he carried in his luggage. He made a slight motion with his glass, downed its contents, and poured himself some more. Then he sat opposite the girl.
"Why do you do it?" he asked her. They were merely looking at one another, holding their drinks but not using them.
Diane broke the eye-contact and looked down. "It's a way to live. Not a good one, I guess, but a way. Henry makes good money. He's chief accountant for a large New York outfit. We have a nice apartment, clothes, just about everything. On weekends we come to places like this - sometimes Atlantic City or even Miami. Henry never forces me to pick up men, but he makes the opportunities-gives me the exposure, you might say. When I finally weaken and get myself laid, it has to end the way it did a little while ago."
"You could refuse," Russ told her, wanting very much to figure her out - to understand. "You're a free human being, not a chattel. You don't have to do what he says. Since he can't satisfy you, you have every .right in the world to have your own friends, and if Henry doesn't like it that's tough shit. If the two of you can't live that way, you can leave him. To me, money wouldn't be worth having to fuck the queer way you do."
"Maybe I'm afraid to be on my own," Diane said, still looking down. "Maybe I need Henry in a way." She rubbed a hand across her forehead. "I don't know," she added wearily. She downed her drink in a single swallow. Russ stared at her.
She extended her empty glass to him. "Please?"
He took it and gave her a refill.
"You and I," Russ said. "It was a great screw up to that point wasn't it? You told me my cock was good for you, and your pussy sure as hell was fine for me."
Diane nodded and said nothing. Her eyes were downcast again and she was holding her drink in a hand that was trembling.
"Sex could be like that for you all the time with the right guy," he went on. "Not me. Somebody steady. You could have a real life for yourself."
"But I told you," she said. 'There's something between Henry and me. I can't explain it exactly. Maybe I don't want to admit to myself just what it is, I don't know. We just have to have one another."
"But you don't have one another. That's just the point."
"We do in a way you don't understand. Not physical. It's a different kind of need." Diane downed her second drink just as she had taken the first, without flinching or reacting in any way to the harshness of the straight liquor. She stared straight ahead of her at nothing. 'The only way I'll ever get out of it is like that woman they found on the road last night."
"What woman?" Russ asked as he lifted his glass for a Diane focused her eyes on him. 'The one they found dead. Murdered. Some guy drove up a side road just outside of town, hauled her out of his car, strangled her, and drove away. That's what the evidence shows according to what I've heard. Nobody saw the man or the car, I guess."
"And it happened last night?"
Diane nodded. "Funny you hadn't heard about it."
"I just arrived in town."
"Oh." She looked down once more. "Well, anyway, that's how I'll probably end some day. It won't happen just like that; it will probably be in bed and the job will be done by some prick-pusher I pick up or by Henry himself when he's drunk and mean. But, I'll be just as dead as that woman, whoever she was."
"Don't talk that way," Russ told her. She laughed sourly. "Want another drink?" he asked. She said, "No. It doesn't really help." "Anything else I can do?" Russ felt very sorry for her. He didn't know why he should, but he had no control over the emotion.
She looked directly at him. "Yes. Yes, there is something." He waited for her to tell him. "You can fuck me again. Straight. The way we did it first." She got up and walked over in front of his chair, "I like you, Russ. I really do. Make me feel good again.
Please."
Russ looked at her. "How do I know that guy you're married to won't bust in on us like he did before? If that happened, I might kill him this time. Then the yokels around here will have two murders on their hands." "Don't worry. Henry will leave us alone. He's had what he wanted. He saw me get fucked up my asshole by another man. He'll be good now for several days. Hell treat me like a queen until he's ready to make me get it up the rectum again."
"Maybe that's the key," Russ said, still having made no move toward her. "Maybe you like to suffer."
"Maybe I do, mister," She looked down at him intently. "But not now. Now I want to have a good time.
He tossed off the rest of the bourbon in his glass, set it down on the rug, and reached for her.
He stripped the pants of her bathing suit down, tugging the rubberized cloth past her knees, and all the way. She supported herself with a hand on his shoulders as she stepped free of the garment.
He didn't take advantage of their position to kiss her body as he might ordinarily have done. Instead, he rose to his feet and removed the top of her suit.
She turned and walked naked to the bed, her very pert asscheeks twisting.
Russ stripped off his trunks and joined her on the bed.
They embraced loosely. They didn't kiss, Russ began to run his fingers over her tits and she showed immediate signs of response. She caressed him as well.
Her tongue and lips roamed Russ' body hungrily. Panting with desire, Diane lifted a leg, and with a quick roll of her body, saddled Russ' loins. Her curved belly and satiny asscheeks began a tantalizing grind against him. Russ liked the switch, it felt real good. Caressing gently, Diane reached for his already stiff prick and quickly enfolded his cock with her cuntlips and started fucking his prick with a furious piston-like rhythm. She undulated above him as her asscheeks worked in passionate frenzy.
Russ suddenly stiffened beneath her as pleasure surged through his cock, he shot a hot load of semen into her vagina. She screamed, "You're all man, Russ. Oh, Russ, this cock of yours is so good, the most, the most!"
He cradled her above him for long moments until his prick finally became completely limp. Russ found himself feeling sorry for Diane. Too bad a nice, good looking broad like this had to be tied down to a queer of a husband.