Chapter 9
Lou Kennett picked Teresa up outside of her hotel that evening. She was waiting for him on the stoop as the carriage pulled up. She had said that she would be eating at the hotel so after he helped her up onto the seat, they took off directly for his chalet, almost without saying a word.
Teresa sat beside him in the carriage, twisting her handkerchief into knots, wadding it into a little ball straightening it. God, he thought, her nerves must be as frayed as an old lamp cord. Still, there was more motivating her than fear alone, and what that was, Lou knew, was raw, animal lust. The woman was as hot, already, as a poker player with a royal flush. What would she be like later?
He'd been right about Buzz Cherry, Lou decided: he wasn't man enough to take care of this woman. You'd think Buzz would thank Lou for doing the job for him; even if he didn't, Lou was getting his own reward. And he was going to get a lot more of her hot little pussy and soon, too.
"Feeling all right, Teresa?" he asked once. But Teresa was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to answer. Dear God! Why had she called Lou in the first place?
She shook her head. It had seemed logical, this morning. She'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly terrified that he might tell someone about what she had let him do to her last night, and that the story would get back to Buzz. She couldn't let that happen-she just couldn't. She would have to see Lou again-although the idea of doing so froze her very marrow-make him swear on whatever honor he had, never, never to mention that she had gone to his chalet and let him do it to her. She had to make him promise. And now here she was, sitting in a taxi next to him, too frightened to speak. Here she was alone with him, and she remembered, with a shudder of panic, that he was heading toward his chalet.
"Oh, no!" she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
Lou put his arm around the distressed woman. "Something bothering you, Teresa?" he asked sarcastically.
Suddenly the words came tumbling forth, a gush, a torrent spilling out of Teresa's anguish. "Lou," she pleaded with him, "please, please promise me you'll never tell anyone what happened last night."
"Now why should I do that?" he drawled.
"Oh, Lou!" Teresa's eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "You won't tell! Oh, I knew you wouldn't!"
"Hold on, now!" Lou said, taking her shoulder brutally, turning her to face him. "I didn't say I wouldn't."
"But you won't?" Teresa begged.
Lou shrugged. "Depends on you," he said.
The tone of his voice chilled the blood in Teresa's veins. "What-what do you mean?"
"Just that," Lou said sarcastically. "It depends on you-and what you're willing to do to keep me from telling."
The words whirled around in Teresa's brain, and she tried desperately to put them together so that they would make sense, have meaning. When at last, at long last, she did, she felt a little sick. She looked up at the sky, and saw the moon and the stars reflecting coldly back at her, and knew that the world-the world beyond her-hadn't changed at all, and at the same time, she knew her own world could never be the same.
"What do you want me to do?" she heard someone ask, then, with a little spine-chilling laugh, realized that she herself had spoken.
"When we get to my place well discuss it," Lou said harshly.
Teresa shook her head, and when she spoke her voice was shrill and sharp. "No. No, Loul I couldn't!"
"I might have to tell Buzz, then."
"You wouldn't. You wouldn't!"
"I would."
Teresa put her trembling hand to her damp forehead. "Buzz ... Buzz will ... will...."
"What?"
"Hell hate you. Hell hate you and loathe and despise you."
"He might," Lou said. "But I don't really care. Now, on the other hand, if he hates and loathes and despises you, you're going to feel real bad about it, aren't you, Teresa?"
She huddled against the back of the seat and stayed there until the taxi pulled up in front of the writer's chalet. Finally, Lou barked, "Go inside." She climbed from the carriage, afraid to disobey, and followed him in to the house.
"Sit down!" he ordered as they entered the living room.
Gratefully, Teresa collapsed on the sofa.
"Have a drink?" Lou asked. "Do you good, Teresa."
Teresa shook her head. She'd been drunk the night before, and that had led to her shocking, her disgraceful behavior. No, thank you, she wasn't getting drunk tonight.
"Smoke, then?" He fumbled in a pocket, then held out a crumpled cigarette to her. She let Lou light it for her, and then inhaled deeply.
It tasted sweet-sweeter than any cigarette she'd ever had-and it seemed to soothe her, in a way no cigarette ever had. She wasn't so much afraid of Lou now; she even thought she was almost glad to be here. And when little thrills of excitement began to course through her at Lou's nearness, she leaned back drowsily. She noticed that the cigarette seemed to relax Lou, too, and she thought it would be nice to smoke another. "May I have another one?" she asked. "They're nice."
"A reefer?"
"I don't know what they are, but they're good," Teresa said.
"Sure!" Lou found another. "Ever had a reefer before, Teresa?"
Teresa shook her head. The word seemed familiar to her-she racked her brain to remember it-and then it seemed it had something to do with drugs, with marijuana, wasn't that it? But she thought that couldn't be, because that was illegal, even in Switzerland, and so Lou wouldn't have given her one. "No," she said at last, "I've never had a reefer before."
"You won't forget it," Lou said. He stood up and helped her to her feet and, guiding her firmly by the elbow, led her into the bedroom.
Teresa looked hazily, through her drug-dimmed eyes, around the room. This was where Lou had fucked her hungry little pussy last night. Little flashes of pleasure were traveling up and down her spine, and she gasped a little, wondering why nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Except for last night, of course. It had happened a little bit like this last night. "Didn't it, Lou?" she asked.
He looked puzzled, and that puzzled Teresa, but she forgot about that because he suddenly grasped her by the shoulder, his fingers biting deep into her soft white flesh, and he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, and then he opened it and his fingers trailed over the soft, white mounds of her tits, twisting and tweaking her ruby-red nipples, tracing the narrow, milk-white valley between the twin globes. The flashes of pleasure increased, and then there was a kind of crashing ecstasy, when Lou bent forward and his tongue flicked out at last to one nipple, whipping it into a taut little erection.
Teresa moaned, and again, as she felt her friend's hands travel down her sides, felt him slip his fingers under the waistband of her thin nylon panties, felt the sharp tug as he ripped them off. His fingers played over her smooth white hips, sending delicious thrills tiptoeing up and down her spine, and then they converged on the flat plane of her belly, slid the length of it to the soft golden pussy-hairs that grew in tiny curling ringlets over her cunt Teresa felt little sparks of pleasure exploding now between her legs, and it somehow seeped into her consciousness that this was something wicked, and her drug-distorted mind tried desperately to understand why-why-it was wicked, when it made her feel warmer and happier and more excited than she had ever felt.
And then it penetrated Teresa's reeling mind that Lou had stripped her clothing off, and she realized that she stood before him with no clothes on at all. And that, she knew, really was wicked. Why, she never even let Buzz, her own husband, her own dear husband, see her stark naked, and she let out a little cry in which shame and horror mingled, and tried to hide the little triangle of her pussy behind her two crossed hands. Lou yanked at them viciously, and Teresa cried out, this time in pain.
"I want to see you," Lou hissed, as his eyes roamed lecherously over the voluptuous curves of her firm, heavy thighs, down over her slim legs, then up again to the firmly rounded globes of her hugely billowing tits. His hands roved the length of her body now, then slipped between her legs to crawl with lust-provoking slowness along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Teresa gasped, struggling to free herself from the maddening touch of his stroking fingers, to cover her quivering little cunt from his evil, leering gaze. With a cruel, quick movement, Lou caught her slim wrists in his two powerful hands, twisting them brutally, until Teresa winced.
"I told you I want to see your pussy naked," Lou snarled again. "So what the hell did you do that for?"
The corners of his mouth curled up in a vicious grin, and even through the fog of marijuana that blurred her brain, he appeared to Teresa as a complete stranger. This cruel, evil man now grasping and kneading her tender flesh so obscenely could hardly be the man she had trusted implicitly only the day before, the friend she had poured out her troubles to, who had listened to her sympathetically, who had offered her his help, along with his friendship. Oh, God! What had come over him? And what had come over her, that she had permitted him to lick up between her legs so vilely the day before?
Teresa choked back the sob that rose in her throat, and began to plead pitifully with Lou. "Oh, God! Please stop! For God's sake, Lou I want you to stop."
"Like hell you do," Lou snapped. "You love this. You're getting fucked good for the first time in your life and you love it!"
"Oh, no!" Teresa moaned, but the little twirls of excitement that flooded her stomach belied her words, and her loins began to ache with the passion she could not suppress.
"You love it, baby. And I got news for you. That's only the beginning!"
Teresa recoiled, trembling, at his coarse, lewd words, yet her heart began to beat violently, the blood to race through her veins, as Lou's hands continued to rove over the voluptuous curves of her thighs and hips, as he slipped them around behind to cup the firm white mounds of her ass-cheeks, to trail his forefinger down the narrow protecting little valley between them.
"Ever sucked cock, Teresa?" he asked suddenly.
The question penetrated the cloud of drugs enveloping Teresa's brain, and sent a stab of revulsion, of shock, through her quaking body. He wasn't planning to make her-oh, God, no! Not that! And yet, mingled with it was a tingling excitement that Teresa fought against with all her feeble strength.
"Hey, Teresa!" Lou repeated, his voice strident with his own inherent sadism. "Teresa! I asked you a question. Ever suck cock?"
"Nooooooooo!" she stammered. "Noooooooooo!"
"It's good, Teresa. You ought to try it some time. Like now. What say you try it now?"
"No!" Teresa spat out the word this time, her eyes closed tight to shut out her shame, her humiliation.
Lou appeared not to notice. "It's good, Teresa," he said. "You'll like it. It's even better than smoking pot," he added. "Gives you more of a thrill."
Teresa shook her head, and tried again to protest. And yet her blurred mind told her that Lou was right; it would give her more of a thrill than the marijuana had, and she knew her now body aroused body could never resist this final degradation. She watched with a mixed feeling of excitement and dread as Lou pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, as he slithered out of his pants and cotton shorts.
The sight of his huge prick springing forth like a python escaping from a cage sent another spasm of excitement raging through Teresa, and when, with a flick of his wrist and the wink of an eye, Lou commanded her to take it. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and one slim, white hand darted out to encircle his hugely throbbing shaft.
"Suck it!"
"No," Teresa protested mechanically-it was wicked, something deep down inside her said-but the marijuana she had smoked now controlled her almost completely, and so she leaned forward and her tongue darted out to swipe and swirl at the hugely throbbing tip of his nakedly skinned-back cockhead. With a little moan of delight, she licked at the slippery white fluid oozing from the tiny, winking eye at the tip, swallowed it hungrily, came back for more. She paused, lifted her head, gasping for breath, and then saw the angry expression on Lou's face as he snarled, "Suck!"
In a swift thrust, Lou shoved his heavily throbbing member deep into her widely gaping mouth, while Teresa gagged and fought wildly, but briefly, to expel it. As she grew used to the presence there of this alien object, new little pools of pleasure began to whirl around her and she began to mouth Lou's prick hungrily, like a starving woman, her cheeks swelling and deflating like a pair of bellows. No, she thought now, she'd never sucked cock before, and as the short wiry hairs that surrounded his huge prick grazed her lips, as his cum-filled balls slapped heavily down against her chin, tiny little explosions of rising desire and passion were set off in her blood.
Lou jerked his hips forward and began to fuck in and out of her widely ovaled mouth, sawing back and forth as stifled gasps of pleasure escaped from Teresa's suddenly tightly clasping lips. Madly, insanely, Teresa sucked on and on, running her tongue brazenly over the sensitive flesh of his cock. It was so good, she thought, and she'd never done it before, and now the lingering fumes she had in haled as she smoked the marijuana a short while before blotted out the last vestige of restraint she might have had. Could she ever get enough of this heavenly plunging cock, that fucked deep in her throat, that withdrew to fuck in once again as her whole body trembled in a heretofore unknown ecstasy? No, Teresa thought, and she was suddenly unbearably impatient for Lou to shoot forth his thick, slippery cock-juices, to fill her mouth with the pungent liquid, pouring it down her throat in great gushing rivers while she gulped to swallow every precious drop.
And then at last-at long last, it seemed to Teresa-the moment she so longed for came, and Lou jerked his pelvis harder into her face in a wild spasm, his body tensing, arching, and then he screwed his prick deep into her mouth again, and his bloated balls spurted forth their thin, viscous juice, and she sucked at it as hungrily as before, until her cum-hungering belly was satiated and full, and as Lou withdrew his now deflated cock, she sank to the floor, while an ecstatic joy she had never known flowed through her sensually exhilarated body.
Why had she never allowed Buzz to do this to her? My God, all the pleasure they had been missing since they had been married!
Buzz Cherry rang the bell of Lou Kennett's chalet and waited. There was no answer, and he rang again, and then he knocked. When still no one came, he tried the doorknob. It turned and the door swung open. "Well," he said to Heidi who had come with him as Lou had suggested, "we might make ourselves at home until he gets here."
They sat down in the living room facing one another, saying little. After a few minutes had passed, Buzz went over to the bar.
"Something to drink?" he asked. When Heidi nodded, he poured a brandy for her, another for himself. They drank, again in silence, and Buzz poured himself a second.
He was getting impatient. What the hell had happened to Lou? And wasn't this a hell of a thing to do anyway? Invite them over, knowing how damned important it was for Buzz to talk to him, and then not to show.
He picked up a magazine, leafed through it, put it down. He lit a cigarette and smoked it. He tried to talk to Heidi, but could think of nothing to say. Anyway, he didn't want to talk to her-she had plenty of talents but like most of the locals, conversation wasn't one of them. His mind focused on what she did do well, and in spite of his worry and anguish, his prick started in again, lurching and jerking the way it did the first time he had seen the girl at the train station. Christ, he wasn't going to be able to just sit around here, staring at the sexy little alpine guide all evening. Not when she sat op posite him with her legs blatantly spread apart that way, so that he could even see the thin little cleft of her pussy out-lined against the tight strip of flimsy sheer panties between her legs. He swallowed hard and turned away, picked up another magazine, put it down, poured another drink for each of them.
Cod, his balls were aching again, his loins like cauldrons of boiling, bubbling oil. He'd like to fuck the girl right here in Lou's living room. Wouldn't that be something?
He glanced at his watch, saw that it was still early. Lou might not be back for an hour, he told himself. Even if he were, there'd be plenty of time for a quickie-and he could do without the preliminaries.
He got up and snatched Heidi's hand, pulling her to his side, and shoved her onto the couch. She fell onto it, her legs hanging open over the side. The thin nylon crotchband of her panties had somehow slipped to one side up between her thighs, and the sight of her sparsely bearded little pussy, exposed to Buzz's view, sent maddening bolts of excitement swirling through him. Quickly, feverishly, he slipped his hands under the rounded mounds of her trembling little ass-cheeks, lifted her to slip her skirt, along with her panties, off her trembling body.
In a quick, almost brutal gesture, he tore open her blouse, pulled off her bra, and then, as the sensuously curved alpine guide lay unresisting on the couch, his hands roamed over the soft, naked flesh of her young body, stroking her neck, her throat, her smooth white shoulders. He cupped a huge whitely billowing tit in his hand, then pressed his face forward to explore hers, with hot hungry lips, forcing his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of her pouting little ovaled mouth, to sink it deep inside.
He pulled his head back, twisting it and smiling to ask, "Like that, Heidi?" and was answered by Heidi's passionate low moans, her soft mewls of pleasure. His tongue sank deep into her mouth again, teasing and tantalizing, and then he ran it down the narrow valley between her milk-white titties.
Heidi squirmed under the delicious sensation of his body licking tongue, then, with a convulsive, involuntary movement, spread her legs farther apart. Buzz sank back on his heels, and fixed his eyes on the thin, tight little cunt-slit already slippery with desire, up between the girl's soft smooth thighs.
He trailed his hands over the gentle, rounded swell of her belly now, along the fuzzy little line of golden hair that led to the thin patch of fleece at the base of it. His thumbs found the soft pink edges of her cunt, pressed the wet, hair-fringed lips apart, to display the pink hole of her pussy that glistened within it, to his hungrily peering eyes. The sight of her openly exposed little cunt, as always, sent forth maddening bolts of exquisite, aching pleasure that throbbed through his balls. Then, with a low groan of passion, he moved his head forward to bury it in the widespread "V" of Heidi's open loins. His tongue darted out to find her tiny pink clit, to lave it into a taut, hard little erection, flicked out again to snake deep into her wetly throbbing pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Heidi whined under the older man's maddening invasion of her hotly pulsing cunt, at his voraciously slithering tongue. And then, only moments later, as pure delight drenched her voluptuous young body, she began to groan and squirm her hips about, and then to cry, "Oooooohhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh, God! I'm going to cummmmmm! I'm going to cuuummmmmmm!"
Jesus Christ, she's hot tonight! She's cumming already! he thought gleefully as she writhed beneath his still hotly flicking tongue, and then he tasted the warm, fresh young pussy-juices that gushed forth in her cum, to dampen the silken hairs of her cunt and spread down wetly over the smooth whiteness of her inner thighs.
Satiated, she lay back against the couch, while Buzz stared down at her nakedly prostrate body. It was his turn now, and Christ, he couldn't wait. With terrible urgency, he hoisted her legs onto the couch, spun her around so that she stretched the length of it, with the same urgency stripped off his clothes.
"Oh, God!" he groaned, and then knelt, hunched over her while Heidi trailed her nails across his chest and sides, and then, with a little groan of her own, encircled his huge, rigid prick with her small cool hand, and guided it down to the gaping little hole between her legs. He rubbed his huge prick, glistening with her pussy-juices, into her throbbing cunt lips, withdrew, then stabbed deep into the hot, wetly pulsating little hole.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...!" Heidi screamed as Buzz's enormous cock plunged deep inside her, and then, as his balls began to slap against the twin cheeks of her upturned ass, she ground her pelvis beneath him, straining, arching her loins to meet his thrusts.
He felt as if his deeply fucking prick would burst open, split down the middle, as if his aching, cum-filled balls would explode. He stroked harder, grinding his pelvis into her soft, yielding flesh, battering her quivering little pussy. Oh, my God, he thought, I just got it in her and I'm cumming ... I'm cumming too! And then the torrents of creamy hot juices surged from his aching balls and along the length of his cock to spurt wildly into the depths of the young girl's hungrily receptive belly. As at last he withdrew his deflating prick, his body went limp with exhaustion and he rolled from Heidi to He quiescent beside her.
After a few minutes, the sound of weird wails from the bedroom aroused Buzz from his torpor. He listened, puzzled. Something strange was going on. Something very strange indeed. He slipped from the couch, gathered up his tangled shirt, and held it in front of him, just managing to cover his cock, and padded out of the living room with Heidi on his heels. My God, he thought, I'll bet Lou's in there, and that he's got someone in the sack with him. Good ol' Lou, having a good fuck, too! A lewd smile spread acrosss Buzz's face. Why not just drop in on his friend, catch him in the act, and see what he had to say this time! He beckoned to Heidi to hurry, wondering vaguely who it was that was getting screwed silly by his friend.
The two paused outside the bedroom door, listening to the rapturous cries from within. Then, Buzz turned the doorknob and pushed the door open a crack. Jesus! He was right There was Lou, hunched over a woman, exploring her nakedly twisting body, running his hands over the huge, well-shaped mounds of her tits, down over her voluptuously formed thighs. God, she was built beautifully, whoever she was; he wouldn't mind getting a piece of that himself.
Watching, Buzz licked his lips lasciviously as Lou's tongue darted out to pry into the moist mouth of the woman, as his hand moved down across her belly to the lushly curling triangle of her pussy-hairs, as his fingers parted the golden strands to lay bare the long thin slit of her cunt. God, he's giving it to her good, he thought, as one finger wormed its way into the tiny, split-like hole there, plunged deep into the hot, juicy hole, twisting and turning.
The woman responded to Lou's lewd fingerfucking with screams of wild, abandoned passion, and once again he wondered who she was.
Whoever she might be, she sure was a hot little bitch, Buzz thought, as he watched her reach eagerly out to grasp Lou's thick, virile cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth, teasing him, then running one finger over the smooth rubbery head, tickling the parted little hole, running another finger along the underside of the stiff shaft. Buzz held his breath, then let it out with a low, lewd whistle. Christ, she was getting him excited again, too!
Buzz's balls began to ache again, as the woman drew Lou's huge, thickly throbbing prick toward the wetly gaping hole of her hot pink pussy, used the fleshy instrument to part her tender, hair-fringed cunt lips, then eased it gently into the warm, juicy walls of her pussy. As the burgeoning instrument sank deep into her belly, she struggled to clasp his arching back between her legs, and fully exposed her now upturned ass, the narrow crevice between the twinly quivering cheeks, even the tiny, brown-ringed hole of her ass.
Lou's cock sank in to the hilt now, fucked in and out like a piston, while the woman, oblivious to everything but the crazed desire of her lust-filled body, writhed and fucked back beneath him in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy. She grasped his naked body tighter and her fingernails raked across his naked ass, leaving red welts mingled with white scratches, while the rhythm of the couple's lewd fucking crescendoed to a climax. Then the woman's long wail of pleasure split the air.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh! I'm cumming ... I'm cummmmmmiinnnnnngggg!"
Lou thrust his aching, plunging cock deeper, ramming it in to the soft renesses of her cervix, while she jerked and thrashed hotly around beneath him. The woman screamed again, calling, Lou! Lou! Oh Lou! and then his piercing scream of pleasure as he, too, reached climax assailed Buzz's ears. "Oh, my God! I'm cumming, too. I'm cuuuummiiinnnnnngggggg toooooooo!"
The woman jerked convulsively as Lou sent his load of hot, boiling cock-juices shooting deep up into her belly, to mingle there with her own wetly exploding pussy-juices. She lay back then, her legs splayed out obscenely, as Lou, with a final shuddering spasm, collapsed beside her on the bed.
There was a long moment of utter silence, a moment fraught with tension, a silence that could almost have been cut with a knife, as Buzz stared at the woman on the bed. Then, with a scream like that of a wounded bull, he recognized his wife. Teresa! Oh, my God! Teresa! He shook his head, trying to blot out the knowledge, to erase from his mind the lewd, unbelievable scene he had just witnessed of his own wife getting fucked half to death by their friend.
Furiously, he groped for the light switch, slammed his fist into it, flooding the room with the harsh yellow beams. Teresa opened her eyes, blinked, then let out a scream of pure terror. "Oh, my God! Buzz!"
"I'd like to know what the hell you're doing here getting the shit fucked out of you by that bastard!" Buzz bellowed, then strode across the room to yank his nakedly cringing wife to her feet. His hand slashed out, slapping her across the face, and Teresa winced and screamed in pain. "You damned little whore!" He slapped her again.
Lou watched through half-closed eyes. Then as Buzz slapped Teresa a third time, he asked laconically, "What's going on here?"
Buzz whirled, turning on Lou. "You God damned son-of-a-bitch," he snarled. "You bastard."
Lou pulled himself slowly to his feet. "Watch it, Buzz," he said. "No sense in using abusive language, is there?" he yawned. "Anyway, as for what Teresa was doing here, she was obviously getting fucked."
Buzz doubled his fist, ready to smash it into Lou's sneering face. "And what were you doing here, Buzz?" Lou asked. "Weren't you fucking too?"
Buzz's fist shot out, catching Lou on the nose. He reeled backward, clapping his hand to his face. "Careful," he warned, "I don't want to have to call the police in. Nasty business to have to call the police in."
"How about this nasty business?" Buzz asked, hitting Lou again.
"Might be difficult," Lou muttered, "but we can probably solve it." His eyes narrowed, and then, without warning, he swung on Buzz, sending him sprawling on the floor. His friend, caught by surprise, slumped helplessly against the wall.
Teresa sank back onto the bed, her face a mask of violent fury. "Yes," she screamed. "I'm a whore. That's what I am. But you're the one who made me one, Buzz Cherry! You are!" She began to sob hysterically. "Oh, I stayed home and ran the house and went to all those damned tea parties for your career, and you were off, all the time, weren't you? Just the way you were with that little slut over there!" she pointed at Heidi. 'Tucking her! That's what you were doing." A scalding tear slid down her cheeks, and she brushed it away. "Well, I'm a tramp now. And I'm going to act like one. Like the lowest kind of a tramp, too."
She stood up and sidled over to Lou. "Want to go upstairs?" she purred seductively, remembering a play she'd once seen about a brothel.
"Sure," Lou said. "How much?"
"For you I'll do it for nothing." Teresa smiled wickedly.
"What will you do?"
"Anything." Teresa repeated the word. "Anything."
"I want to fuck you in the ass." He smiled questioningly.
Teresa froze, and her blood seemed to curdle in her veins. My God! She hadn't heard Lou correctly. He couldn't have asked to sodomize her. "I ... I...." she stammered.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Lou said. "Ever done that before?" He grinned lewdly, repulsively, at her.
"Oh, no! No, Lou!"
Lou ignored her and turned to Buzz. "Ever seen your wife fucked in the ass?" he asked. "No? Well, watch this, then."
And in a voice one obeyed, he ordered, "Get on the bed, Teresa. And kneel down with your ass up in the air!"
The sheer revulsion, the terror she felt made Teresa's stomach churn, her legs wobble. The man was a maniac! He was going to fuck his cock into her asshole. And the look on his face warned her not to resist. Oh, God!
She hesitated, looking around, searching for some way out. And then she felt the sting of Lou's swift cruel slap against her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks. "Get!" he said.
"No!"
Another swift slap. "Get! And now!" and Teresa threw herself face down on the bed to escape his blows, her fearfully trembling backside naked and vulnerable now to his will.
"Spread your legs!" One more vicious blow persuaded Teresa to do as she was ordered.
"Wider!" Lou commanded, and then took her by the ankles and forced her legs farther and farther apart, until Teresa was sure she would split in two. She screamed in agony, then screamed again as Lou spread her asscheeks wide with his thumb and slowly, relentlessly, wormed a finger up into the tiny, puckered little mouth of her asshole.
She whimpered at the sharp, shooting pain as her husband's best friend gleefully probed his finger in and out between her open ass-cheeks, and then, her whimpers turned to sudden, strangely masochistic moans of pleasure as the pain subsided, and she was possessed by a marvelous growing excitement that made her tingle with ecstasy.
Lou thrust a second finger into Teresa's now wide-stretched asshole, spitting on them and working the two wetly back and forth up inside the tightly resisting ass-walls as he prepared them for the entrance of his hugely throbbing prick.
"Like it?" he demanded lewdly, skewering her on his impaling fingers. Teresa was too terrified to answer. "Like it?" Lou thundered, striking still another harsh blow against her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks.
Teresa let out a sharp scream, then sobbed, "Yes."
"That's great," Lou said, "Just great!" And then with a triumphant grin, he mounted her as if she were a dog bitch in heat, guiding his thickly swollen shaft down toward the tight little brown-ringed opening of her ass. With a quick, brutal fuck, Lou forced the blunt instrument into the tiny, futilely clenched circle, while Teresa screamed in agony as the pain seared her flesh like leaping flames.
"Oooooohhhh God!" she moaned pitifully. He was tearing her to bits back there! Her pain blended with her terrible feelings of guilt and shame and submission, and then those feelings ebbed away as a strange sexual stimulation began to posssess her. She slowly, experimentally, ground her naked ass back against him, meeting the forward thrust of his loins, then began to moan incessantly beneath him and move her ass-cheeks back in tiny teasing circles.
Oh God, she thought, she had never in her wildest dreams believed herself capable of such a perverted act as this, and yet ... and yet ... there was sheer ecstatic bliss whirling with the pain, joy mingling with the agony. She wished she could understand it, but the pleasure-pain of the moment precluded letting her thoughts dwell on the matter, and she gave herself over completely to the marvelous sensation of being lewdly ass-fucked right in the same room with her own husband watching in disbelieving shock a few feet away.
Lou's huge prick speared deep into Teresa's wide-stretched asshole, pushed almost to her pelvis, and his cum-laden balls slapped down below against her tender, sensitive cunt. Teresa, almost out of her mind now with her tormented passion, began to moan as Lou withdrew his cock almost to the tip, then rammed it deep back into the tightly gripping ass again.
Then, she suddenly felt him jerk and thrash behind her as the pendulous sac of his balls slapping against her sent their load of churning, hot cum shooting the length of his throbbing, thrusting shaft, to gush forth inside her.
Oh God! He's cumming up in my ass! she thought wickedly, and then, Oh, God! I'm cumming again, too. She jerked her nakedly writhing ass-cheeks backward against his jerking pelvis, rocking in a rhythm with his convulsive spasm, while weird wild groans escaped her wide-open mouth. A contentment, a joy, a pleasure of the highest degree seemed to well up inside her, spreading out, fulfilling her. Dimly, she felt Lou's juices flow from her plundered asshole, soothe the crevice of her widespread ass as it trickled down to brush the tender, gaping lips of her slippery cunt. She felt Lou's final withdrawal, too, hazily, as if in a dream, as he pulled his flaccid, deflated prick from die tiny, rubbery passage it had invaded so precipitately. And then she rolled over on her back, drained of energy, limp.
Then, she heard her husband Buzz's voice, cruel and savage, his words sharp and stinging as the lash of a whip. "If you're going to act like a whore," he spat at her, "your own husband might as well fuck you like one too!"
She looked up to see his lust-and hate-contorted face staring straight into hers, realized that Buzz was kneeling above her, brutally parting her thighs. "Spread your legs!" he ordered. Teresa whimpered but tried to obey, and then recoiled in fear as Buzz began to stroke his huge cock into a stiff, surging rod. Now he threw himself upon her trembling body, his hips wedging between her legs, his pelvis grinding into her squirming, defenseless pussy, Then he grasped his thick, hard prick in one large hand, guided it to his cum-flooded wife's pussy, and speared brutally against the fleshy lips there-Teresa whimpered again in pain and fear-then parted them with a violent movement that made her scream. Without a thought for her, he continued his ravishment of her fearfully quivering cunt, fucking deep up inside her, his prick smashing in as though it were a battering ram.
"Oh, God!" Teresa screamed, and began to plead, "Don't. Oh, my God, Buzz. Don't fuck me so hard, darling!"
But her pleading only enraged Buzz more, and he fucked harder and farther within her, his deeply screwing cock slashing deep into her belly like a wielded sword, until Teresa yelped with pain. "Oh, God! You're hurting me! You're splitting me wide open!"
Buzz arched backward, partially withdrew his huge, cunt-splitting cock, sent it surging in again with another swift stroke, then flexed it deep inside her greedily clasping pussy. "You're a whore," he said. "Remember?"
"No," Teresa whined. "Oh, God, no!"
"Yes! So act like a whore. Put on a show for me! Pretend you enjoy it!" He stared down into her frightened face. "Pretend you enjoy it," he repeated, "Just the way you've always pretended."
His cruel, sadistic words were like a knife plunged into Teresa's heart, sending a pain through her soul that made the pain in her flesh seem nothing. "Just the way you've always pretended!" Oh God, he was right-he was right! She'd done just that-and all the time she'd thought herself a good, exemplary wife. Instead, she had really been nothing but a whore because they always pretended too! But she hadn't been with Lou! She had felt real joy with the writer, real ecstasy, when Lou had fucked her. She had fought him, she had felt pain, but she had felt pleasure too. And yet, with her own husband! Oh God, what was the matter with her?
She lay back with her thighs open wide, tears streaming from her eyes, as Buzz began again to thrust his hips forward wildly, fucking in and out of her openly defenseless cunt like some cold, impersonal machine, his enormous prick sliding up and down her tight pussy as though he had just paid a week's salary for it. Oh, God! Why couldn't she enjoy being fucked by her own husband, when she had been raped-yes, raped-by Lou Kennett, and had thrilled to it ecstatically? She choked back her sobs. What on earth was the matter with her? She didn't know, she just didn't know.
Well, if she was a whore-and she was, she told herself, she was-she would no longer resist Buzz, and she lay back, impassively, trying des perately to shut out thought as he continued to plunder her cum-flooded cunt. He rucked in and out, and the pain she had felt before seemed to ebb away, and then, for a time she felt nothing at all. But then she felt the first faint stirrings of excitement, like those she had felt when Lou had fucked her the night before, and yes, tonight, too. They were fragile as butterfly wings, beating in her blood, but they became stronger, sending little spasms of hot, churning delight sputtering through her body. Unconsciously, even involuntarily, she began to rotate her hips, grinding her ass deep into the mattress, thrusting her loins forward to meet her husband's thrusts. And now they began to move in rhythm and a wild burst of pleasure exploded deep inside her.
Her hungrily devouring pussy clasped Buzz's fucking cock, sucking it deep into her belly, released it as he withdrew, sucked it again until it crashed heavily up against her cervix, sending overwhelming sparks of joy flowing through her veins. They rocked back and forth in their lewd fucking, and Teresa seemed to know nothing but the sheer, physical bliss of the moment.
As if from a great distance, sounds came to her, sounds, it seemed of sucking, and then it flashed through her mind that that was just what it was, that Lou had his face between the blonde alpine guide's legs, and was sucking her pussy. She hoped that they, too, were finding the sort of happiness she had found.
The sound of sucking stopped abruptly, and Teresa was aroused by the sense of touch-someone was taking her hand and opening it. She turned to see Lou beside her, realized he was curling her fingers around his own iron-stiff prick, and instinctively, she took it, began to run her fingers along the sensitive underside of his swollen shaft. Heidi seemed to be there, too, and through what was now a tangle of arms and legs and bodies, all intertwined, she saw that Lou had burrowed deep into Heidi's sweet, soft little pussy with his long, thick finger, twisting it inside the narrow little passage to bring forth mewls of pleasure from the hotly aroused young blonde, and that he was now plunging deeper and deeper into the dark, hungry cavern as he lewdly, carnally, finger-fucked her to a wildly rising state of passion.
Teresa felt the passion mounting again in her own lust-driven body too, felt Buzz's prick flex and subside while her cunt-walls tightly clung to it, cradled it in the sheath of her hot juicy pussy, felt the beginning of her own mind-blowing cum, felt the gush of juices that seeped from her cunt to flow down, bathing her husband's heavily plunging cock in their warmth and wetness. She heard Buzz's groan, knew that the tension, the ache in his cum-filled balls had now become unbearable, that he was responding to her own wild, passionate fucking in his own male way, that he, too, was ready to cum to fill her open, waiting belly with his hotly scalding juices.
At almost the same moment, Lou's prick began to jerk in her hand and flooding out over her wrist, as he, too, reached climax, and then she heard the little moans of Heidi's mounting excitement, her murmurs of intense pleasure, and then everything seemed to merge in some fantastic whirling vortex which lifted her irresistibly to heights of sensual passion heretofore unknown. It was like angelic voices singing, like the whirling of stars and the blending and changing of the most vibrant, beautiful colors in the world, it was a tingling of her flesh, a series of thrills coursing through her body that set her on fire, made her whole insides burn and sear as though the whole of her body were engulfed in the hotly consuming flames of endless passion.
She felt her husband's cum-bloated balls smacking down hard against the upturned cheeks of her ass as his massively pulsing cock penetrated deep into her belly, smashed once more against her cervix, and as his white-hot, churning cock-juices spurted out, the full length of it, to spill forth in luxurious profusion, she felt his furious bucking against her own thrashing body, and then the marvelous moment when their viscously erupting juices merged, uniting them as they had never been united before. And then the two collapsed, completely spent, as Lou and Heidi too fell back, weak and happy and above all, satisfied.
Two weeks later, Heidi Perrin and Buzz Cherry climbed the mountain. Teresa and Lou watched them from below at the foot of the Matterhorn in the shack where the climbers rested before and after their climbs. Teresa watched her husband's progress up the mountain with mixed feelings, at one moment frightened and the next proud of his accomplishment. Everything was so wonderful, as wonderful as the sunny alpine day that shone around them, and later tonight, when the two tired climbers returned to earth, there would be a celebration party that the likes of the Swiss had never seen!