Chapter 4
All the way down the cliff face, from piton to piton, all Buzz could think about was the way Heidi had responded to the fucking he had given her. Even with her working alongside him down the cliff, and later, as they made their way back to Zermatt, he could not dispel the image from his mind. The fact that her warm vibrant body was sitting next to him on the seat in the train, her naked thigh against his, made it all the worse.
He remembered the way she'd looked just a few hours before lying nakedly beneath him, her legs spread wide to expose the entire plane of her upturned pussy to him, as she'd taken his own hugely throbbing prick into her tight, clasping little cunt, remembered the mind-blowing excitement as he'd plunged into the warm, moist cavern, the indescribable ecstasy as he'd spewed his churning, boiling juices into her hungrily milking young belly. Christ, he thought, she'd been fantastic. The thought of the young blonde made his cock jerk, coming alive, stiffening into the semblance of an erection again. He wished to God they were somewhere by themselves where he could fuck her again.
He pushed himself up in his seat and looked at the passing scenery out of the train window. He could see his own face reflected back at him against the green landscape and suddenly it seemed to strike him doubly just what he'd done when he had fucked her.
This time, a stab of remorse went through him, a sense of revulsion at what he'd done. Morally, he thought, it was indefensible-screwing his friend's daughter the way he had, even if she had been begging for it. Buzz shuddered. What would happen to his marriage if Teresa found out about it?
He uttered a low moan, shocked by the realization. What if the little bitch took it into her head to tell someone about last night? What then, Buzz Cherry? He shook his head. There wasn't a single soul in Zermatt she could tell without ruining her standing in the community. Okay. So far, so good. But suppose I'm wrong, suppose she doesn't care about her standing in the community? Hell, maybe it's already so bad that a little scandal won't matter at all!
Buzz shook his head again. No, he thought, she wouldn't. She wasn't the type. At least she wasn't the type to tell just for the sake of telling. If she could get something out of it, though ... oh, my God! What if she blackmailed him? In a flash, he saw his life in ruins-his career gone, his marriage destroyed, his family disgraced. His thoughts centered on Teresa first It would destroy her to find out that he had fucked another woman.
"Oh, the hell with it" he suddenly said aloud. He was too confused by the events of the past few hours to try to work his way through the maze of fuddled thought that cluttered his mind. Leave that to the shrinks, he told himself wryly, to the wig pickers. Or else you'll be needing one, too. He shook his head again. He had more important things to think about now. First of all, what was he going to do about Heidi for the rest of his stay here? He didn't have time to reflect on that question, though, for by that time the train had pulled up into the station and people began unloading. Heidi made her excuses as soon as they got off the train and went off on some errand of her own, leaving Buzz to walk the length of the town back to the Hotel Zermatterhof. After all of the hiking he had done that day, the walk to the hotel was a cinch, but still he was glad to get there. He was really tired, more tired than he thought. Must be the high-altitude screwing, he decided with a grin, it'll get you every time.
He threw his knapsack in a chair as he entered his suite and left a trail of climbing clothes behind him as he headed for the bathroom. He took a long, steaming shower and dressed quickly. He wanted to eat dinner early so that he could get back and get some sleep, even without the mid-climb fuck each day-and he was determined it would never happen again-he was going to need all the rest he could get.
Heidi was waiting for him in the lobby as he came downstairs for dinner. It didn't seem like he could get rid of her. She was dressed in a bright little dress that clung like wet silk to her curves, or at least to those it covered. She was sitting by the front desk busily poring through a magazine. "Hi," she said, looking up as Buzz came out of the elevator. She closed the magazine and put it down on the table by the chair. "I'm hungry," she said, speaking with her mouth full. "Are you?"
Buzz shook his head. He was starving but he didn't want to get involved with her for dinner. "No," he said, "I'm not hungry."
Heidi smiled and moved closer to him, taking his arm in hers and headed him out the door. "You are lucky I'm here then. It's my duty as guide to make sure that you are in fit health for our climb." she looked up at him, smiling impishly. "I even know the perfect restaurant."
"Thanks, Heidi. I just don't feel like eating anything."
Heidi's eyes widened. "But you must!"
"I just don't feel like it"
She looked hurt, now, and suddenly wistful. "Is it because of me?" she asked, pouting slightly.
"No." Buzz cleared his throat, trying to think of what to say to her. He had to say something, for God's sake, after this afternoon. He stared at the blonde, as if the appropriate words might be written there. When he didn't see them, he cudgeled his brain, searching for them there. Finally, lamely, he announced, "I want to talk to you, Heidi."
"Oh? What about?"
"God damn it," he said, suddenly shouting. "I don't know."
"But if you don't know, they why did you say...."
Buzz took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Took, Heidi," he said at last. "I, well, about this afternoon. I'm sorry."
Heidi stared at him wide-eyed again. "You didn't like screwing me?" she asked, shaking her head in bewilderment.
"That's not the point," Buzz snapped. What the hell was the matter with her-all wide-eyed innocence now, acting as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth-only a few hours before, acting like some cheap little tart, some slut, some whore.
A tear glistened in her eye, and Buzz was immediately sorry. "Look," he said quietly. "It was wonderful. You know that. But we just can't go on like that. We've got to forget all about today on the cliff." He thought of warning her not to mention it to anyone, then decided that that would be tempting the Fates, and said nothing about it He gave her a grin. "Okay!"
"Yes, I guess so. Okay." Heidi said. Then, with a deep sigh, she added, "I don't understand."
That was certainly true, Buzz thought. She didn't understand at all. To her, what was fun was good, and fucking was fun. So he would have to take the responsibility from now on, make sure he didn't get hot to fuck around her, and lose control again. In fact, he'd better stay away from her as much as possible, except when they were on the mountain. Tonight, of course, he would have to go to dinner with her, but after that, he could not let himself see her alone. After Teresa came up, things would be different. He could start seeing her again on a social level, but until then, he wouldn't trust himself with her alone. God, the little bitch, in that sexy little outfit she was wearing, was already sending shivers of raw, animal lust shooting straight through his aching prick. Maybe he shouldn't even see her tonight.
"Look, Heidi," he said. "I'm really tired. I think I'll just go back to the room." He glanced at his watch. "Matter of fact," he added. "I might even go straight to bed."
"But Buzz," she said, lips quivering like those of a heartbroken child. "You have to eat."
He looked at her, her eyes filled with disappointment, and he realized that she really was truly upset about him not going to dinner with her, and his heart softened. What difference would one more night make?
"Okay. I'll go out tonight," he said, finally giving in and hoping he wasn't making a big mistake.
As they walked down the narrow streets, avoiding carriages and crowds alike, Buzz couldn't get the memory of Heidi-my God, he told himself, she must be a nympho or something-out of his mind. Closing his eyes as he waited for a carriage to pass, he seemed to see her superb white body, offered up to him, as it had been a few hours before, practically on a silver platter. His balls began to ache again, his prick to throb, while white-hot flames seemed to lick at his loins. He wouldn't give in, he told himself. Not this time. Other men had been faced with this situation, other men had resisted the blandishments of some cheap little whore, and he could, too. It wasn't going to be easy-no, it wasn't. But lots of things weren't easy, and he managed to make out somehow. Hell, that wasn't the word he'd meant! He took a deep breath. He wasn't going to give in to this, he told himself. By God, he wasn't!
The restaurant called the Walliserkanne, where Heidi took him, was not one of the better ones in town, but the food was more than passable, but there-were so many tourists eating there he knew no locals would be there too. He'd forgotten, though, that the lights there were so dim it was hard to read the menu, and when the waiter insisted on seating the two of them side by side in a small booth in the corner, he was afraid to make a fool of himself by protesting.
As they worked their way through a bowl of Lady Curzon soup, and wienerschnitzel and apple strudel, he felt Heidi close to him, brushing his thigh with her own slim one. He moved as far from her as possible, pleased that he could show so much restraint. But he needed a drink to keep from going out of his mind, and managed to convince himself that a bottle of white wine, so smooth, so sweet, would have a beneficial effect. He wouldn't drink much, he promised himself; he'd share it with Heidi, giving her at least half.
But Heidi merely toyed with her glass, and when the bottle was empty, Buzz realized that he had drunk it all by himself and that it was making his head spin. He'd counted on walking with Heidi around the crowded colorful streets of the village for awhile-he would have been safe with her, then-but now he didn't feel like it.
He paid the bill and left the restaurant, ungallantly letting Heidi walk by herself instead of taking her arm. He kept his eyes on the road, not daring to look at her, as they walked. But her presence was maddening, and Buzz had the awful knowledge if she came up to the room with him he could not resist her any more tonight then he had earlier in the day on the cliff.
When they reached the Zermatterhof he walked straight through the lobby to the elevator, leaving the young alpine guide behind. He could hear her behind him as he got into the elevator and he waited angrily, as the cage moved slowly up to his floor, because he could feel his control slipping steadily with each passing minute. He pulled his room key out, and with shaking hands inserted it in the lock. The fire in his loins was raging now, beyond any control, and as the blonde followed him into the living room, he slammed the door behind them, then pulled her brutally toward him. She lifted her face to his, and his lips crushed against her soft, moist mouth, then his tongue, with cruel pressure, forced it open, forced its way in, almost to her throat. After a long, wet kiss that lit white-hot flames in his seething, surging balls, his aching cock, he pushed her away, then caught her hand and pulled her after him toward the bedroom.
He fumbled for the light switch at the door of the room, but couldn't find it, swore softly, then led her into the bedroom and the bed. He fumbled again for the light switch next to the bed, then forgot it, deciding that mere moonlight would be more erotic, and moved, Heidi in hand, to the edge of the bed. He was already stripping off her flimsy little summer dress, unhooking her bra, easing the thin nylon wisp of her panties down over her round, firm thighs. When she stood before him, all her clothes in a little heap on the floor, he stared at her, as he'd been longing to do all evening. Then, as he'd also been longing to do all day, he eased her backward onto the bed and gazed hungrily at the smooth naked body that he had fucked so well on that rocky cliff above the town.
The first thing Teresa did when her train from Geneva pulled into Visp, was call the hotel and ask to speak to Buzz. He was supposed to meet her at the station in Zermatt but he couldn't if he didn't know she was coming. And for what seemed the hundredth time, there was no answer in the room, only the incessant, almost eerie, ringing.
But he had to be there. He just had to be. Even if Buzz was out for dinner, he should have left a message at the desk for her. Buzz should have been home by now. He had had a long day at climbing and he should be in his room now resting for tomorrow and the weeks to come. Why then wasn't he in the hotel?
Buzz had been in an accident! He must have had one, otherwise she would have heard from him! She brushed a tear from her eye and choked back a sob. She should have cancelled out of the Tea and come with him. Why, he may even be lying hurt at the foot of some monstrous cliff at this very moment!
Teresa moved out of the phone booth and went over to a bench on the station platform to wait for her train up to Zermatt. As she sat down, she broke into muffled sobs, dabbing at her eyes with a now-wet handkerchief, knotting it, holding it tightly against her mouth. An older woman passing the crying blonde stopped as she heard her sobs and came over to her.
"Oh, dear!" she said soothingly. "Whatever is the matter, Fraulein?"
Teresa shook her head. "Everything," she said. "Just everything," not caring if it was a stranger she was talking to or not.
"Oh, dear, now. Things can't be all that bad, now, can they?"
"Yes, they can," Teresa insisted.
"Well, suppose you tell me about it," the woman said, sitting down next to the distraught young blonde. "Maybe it will make you feel better."
"It won't," Teresa said, bursting forth into fresh tears. Nevertheless, she blurted out her story; her husband was climbing the Matterhorn and wasn't in his room and didn't seem to have been there all day, she said. At least, she couldn't reach him, "And what could have happened to him...." she hesitated, then continued. "Something must have happened to him."
"Why, he's probably gone to dinner, dear."
"But it's too late for dinner I Why, he would have eaten hours ago!"
"There, there, dear," the woman clucked, "Everything's all right with your husband. I just know it is." Teresa shook her head, refusing to believe it, as the older woman rattled on. "You just see everything in a bad light now because you're so tired, poor thing. You've come all the way from where-Geneva?"
Teresa nodded tearfully.
"Well, then, you must be tired. That is a long journey to take at night"
"Yes, it was," Teresa sniffled. "But I know something's wrong. Something has to be. Buzz doesn't answer the telephone, and he has to be at the hotel-he just has to be-because he wouldn't have gone anywhere, at this hour.
Why, he's been climbing all day and he would have been too exhausted to go anywhere. That means that something terrible has happened to him." Teresa let out a little wail of fear at what it might be. "Oh, there's been an accident. He's fallen from the mountain!" she sobbed. "Buzz has been hurt. Buzz is dead!"
"Now, now," the older woman admonished. "You're just upset by all that's happened. And do you know what I'm going to do?" When Teresa looked at her in silence she said, "Well, I'm going to get you on your train and then you will arrive in Zermatt and see that your husband is fine, that he only went out to dinner and now he is sleeping like a baby in his bed and then you, too, will get some rest. Does that sound all right to you?"
Teresa sighed. "Yes," she said. "It's just that I'm so tired." Her voice began to rise in shrill hysteria.
"That's all right, dear," the older woman said, patting her on the shoulder. "You just sit right here, and I'll go and get you your ticket for the train."
The older woman was as good as her word for she came back with Teresa's train ticket and sat with her until the train arrived. It turned out that the old woman lived one town short of Zermatt and so they rode together on the train. It was the longest hour and a half Teresa had ever spent. She was breathless when the train finally pulled into the station in Zermatt, and she trembled as she picked up her suitcase and walked to the square and waiting taxis. Her forehead was damp, and she felt a little faint. She stood still for a few seconds, waiting for the feeling to pass before she got into the carriage taxi. Then, summoning all the strength at her command, she told the driver where to go.
She barely noticed the town as she drove through it, more worried by her fear that something had happened to Buzz than enchanted by the quaint village streets. All she could see, it seemed, was the body of Buzz, a body twisted and scarred and broken. Had he fallen from the cliff? Had he, like so many other climbers, fallen to his death from some rocky precipice, hurtling to the ground below to be crushed like an eggshell? Perhaps he had worked too hard, and had had a heart attack-maybe even now he was dying, collapsed on the floor of his room with no one to help him. Something-something had happened to Buzz.
She glanced up and saw the hotel coming up. As the taxi moved into the hotel driveway, her fears lightened, her terror drifted away. Everything would be all right, she thought, blinking as if she had just seen daylight after days in a dark tunnel. She took a deep breath and felt the piston-like pounding of her heart begin to subside. Everything would be all right. She would get out of the taxi and go up to their suite and Buzz would be there, healthy and fine, the certain proof that all was well. Oh God, she hoped he was all right.
She breathed deeply in the cool night air, glanced up gratefully to see that the moon was still high, was still a ball of shining yellow. It somehow made things seem more normal to have the moon shining. She shivered a little, wrapped her coat closer around her, then started up the flagstone steps to the hotel door. She knew the suite number so she didn't have to stop at the front desk. She took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and her husband's room.
Teresa reached the door and for a moment, stood, frozen with fear, in the hallway, before she had the courage to open it, froze again before she could turn the knob, But at last, the door swung wide, and Teresa stepped inside.
She leaned against the doorjamb, weak with apprehension, listening for some telltale sound to confirm her fears. But there was nothing, and with a sigh of relief, so loud it startled her, she went inside and carefully, quietly, pulled the door closed behind her.
Teresa fumbled for the light switch, but her nervous, twisting fingers merely passed across it, and then deciding that it was not as important to find the light as it was to find Buzz, she moved away, groping toward the bedroom. Feeling her way, she moved cautiously across the room.
Teresa paused a minute there, peering into the darkness of the living room of the suite to make sure that he had not collapsed somewhere in the living room. But he wasn't anywhere in the room so she turned, and moved slowly, quietly across the floor toward the bedroom door.
There was a dim light-from the moon, Teresa was certain-creeping out from under the door to the bedroom, and she was irresistably drawn to it. At the door she paused, hand on the knob, then drew back, listening to her wildly pounding heart. Dared she enter? What would she find within?
She thought she heard a sound, listening, decided it was her heart again. But it came once more, a low moan at first, then louder, a groan, a quiet shriek. She heard the sound of bedclothes rustling, of bodies-could it be?-thrashing about. Oh, dear God! What was going on? Almost as soon as she asked herself the question, she knew the answer. Buzz was in there, desperately ill. He'd had an attack-that was it. He had worked too hard today and now it was taking its toll. He was dying.
Teresa herself felt slightly sick, and her head began to reel; nevertheless, she steeled herself for the horrible sight she knew she would face, steadied her shaking hand, turned the knob, and pushed the door open a crack.
She peered into the room, trying to make out Buzz's body by moonlight. When her eyes be came accustomed to the semi-darkness, she gasped. Dear God! He was lying there on the bed, his naked body twisted in some grotesque position. She clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, still staring in shocked horror at the bed. It seemed to her that Buzz moved-then he wasn't dead after all-and then the room brightened as the moon came out from behind a cloud and its bright beams picked out the body of a young, voluptuous girl there on the bed with Buzz, played like spilling fountain over her huge, lewdly tilted titties, lit the hard rosy little buttons of her nipples, splashed its pale white light over the rounded curves of her sensuously curved ass-cheeks.
Oh, my God! What were they doing! Oh, I know, Teresa thought. I know darned well. Little fingers of ice began to walk up her spine, sending freezing shudders through her. Yes, she knew what they were doing, too, that it would have been better if they'd been dead.
And who was the girl? In a flash, Teresa knew that, too. It was Heidi, Buzz's alpine guide! That's who it was! Oh, she hadn't had to meet the little bitch to figure that one out. No, indeed. It was as plain as the nose on her face that this wanton lewd creature who mewled with pleasure as she lay beneath Buzz was the little alpine guide he had hired to guide him up the Matterhorn. Well, it looked like the little tramp was guiding him in more ways than one! She had guided him straight to his bed!
A sob rose in her throat at the very idea of what the two were doing. To fuck, she managed to tell herself at last, cringing at the word. That was what they were doing. They were fucking. And Teresa stood frozen to the spot, watching, as Buzz stroked the softly swelling mounds of Heidi's naked tits, running his fingers delicately over the snowy-white skin, as he trailed his hand lightly over the swell of her moonlit belly to tangle it in the soft little patch of softly curling pussy-hairs at the base, as he lifted her satin-smooth ass, the twin cheeks' quivering, to cup them and crush them in his two huge hands. Oh God! If only she could stop them, put an end to this horrible, adulterous scene unfolding before her very eyes! But how? How?
Heidi writhed and twisted on the bed, sud. denly flinging her head back, whispering something-something obscene, Teresa thought bitterly-into Buzz's ear. He twisted too, moving down until he was kneeling on all fours between her widespread young legs. Now what? Teresa moaned. Oh God, now what? Warmly cascading tears flooded her eyes and coursed down her pale cheeks. Angrily she brushed them away. Now what! As if she had to ask! Oh, God, it was unbearable, watching Buzz do this to a girl who was nothing more than a hus band-stealing whore! A whore! the idea filled the older woman with fury, and she longed to leap on the bed and scratch the little bitch's eyes out, to claw her to bits, to tear her limb from limb.
She turned away, glanced back to stare in amazement at her husband's pulsing cock, it was so huge, she thought; she hadn't remembered it was so huge-jerking obscenely now as it jutted out from his loins like a spear at full tilt, to see the young naked blonde guide in a convulsive movement suddenly spread her slim legs even wider to expose the warmly trembling lips of her open cunt and the little patch of sparse silky pussy-hairs nestled around it more lewdly to her eagerly peering husband's eyes.
Teresa covered her face with her hands, choking back the sobs, then peeped through her own spread fingers at Buzz's lust-contorted face gazing spellbound at the narrow, hair-lined slit of the girl's pinkly inviting little pussy. She saw him reach forward and place his hands on the insides of her warm, milk-white thighs, spreading them even farther apart, saw his fingers, his thumbs, move to the coral lips of her cunt-saw even that it was slippery with passion-saw him draw the petal-like flesh wide apart and then, slowly, coolly, deliberately, tease the little bud within it, the small pearl of her rose-pink clit, tantalize it into a stiff, pulsating little erection.
Teresa turned away as Buzz continued to stroke, to fondle the girl's miniature phallus. A wave of faintness swept through her, making her knees buckle, her heart pound relentlessly. She leaned against the door again, her head lolling to one side. She felt a moment of panic, as the thought flashed through her tormented brain that Buzz or the nakedly spread young blonde might see her standing there watching this lewd, obscene spectacle. Feeling panic, she tried to close the door as if, somehow, by wiping the scene from her sight, she could put an end to the depraved fucking taking place within the room. But her hands hung limp at her side, refusing to do her bidding; her feet were rooted to the spot on which she stood, and she knew she could no longer move away.
She pushed the door open a crack further, and peered in again. Now Buzz's fingers were teasing again into the curls of soft golden hair of the girl's openly spread cunt-mound, now they moved once more to the hot moist slit of her eagerly trembling little pussy. He probed it gently with the tip of one finger, then began to work it into the tightly clenching little hole, twisting and turning it hotly within the narrow passage. Heidi first writhed and squirmed hesitantly under his working hand, and then, responded with moans of wild, abandoned passion to the moving finger now fucking deep into her tight little cunt-hole.
The moaning ceased as Buzz withdrew his finger from her warmly clasping young pussy to search out and caress the tiny bud of her clit again, then burrowed once more, deep inside the young, erotically twisting girl's warm, pink cunt, beginning to move slowly, rhythmically, while she squirmed lewdly about in an insane contrapuntal rhythm of her own. A warm, excitedly rising fluid seeped wetly now from her pulsing depths under Buzz's feverish fingerfucking, drenching her throbbing little cunthole and flowing down her warm, sensuous thighs.
Then Buzz's voice shattered the oppressive silence, ringing clear and cold as crystal. "I'm going to fuck you, Heidi," he said, and the words fell on his wife's ears like a cutting knife, slashing and wounding her to the center of her being. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Heidi let out a little peal of malevolent laughter. "Not even like I was-how you say it?-fucked this afternoon on the cliff?"
"Not even like you were fucked on the cliff," Buzz said, his voice low and husky, and almost brutal. "Not even like that!"
He arched back, groaning, taking his thickly pulsing cock in his hands, guiding it to the gaping opening of the young girl's hotly quivering pussy, maneuvering to ease it between her hungrily clasping cunt-lips.
With a sudden movement, Heidi pushed him downward, then quickly reached out to grasp his head between her too-cool slim hands. "Not like this afternoon," she whispered, her voice sultry. "Not like that! Like this!"
Teresa uttered a small, silent cry of shame and shock as Heidi tangled her fingers in her husband's hair, slipping, swiveling down beneath him, pulling his head down, down between her obscenely spread thighs, toward her passion-drenched young pussy-lips that waited expectantly for him below. With an anguished cry, like that of an angry bull Teresa thought, her husband thrust his face forward, and his warm, wet tongue shot out like a striking serpent, making electrical contact with the stark, upright bud of the girl's clit.
She thrashed and bucked under the delightful torment of his hotly flicking tongue, thrusting the full flat plane of her widespread pussy up to meet the assault upon her tender flesh. The sight seemed to send a blast of glacial wind rippling up the spine of the watching Teresa, raising gooseflesh on her neck and arms. Oh, God! Had Buzz no decency-no decency whatsoever?
Other men, she knew, indulged in such forbidden pleasures as sucking a woman's cunt But Buzz! Her own husband, Buzz! She remembered her own thoughts of what now seemed centuries before and yet what she knew had been only a few days. Buzz is the most considerate of men, and now he was doing-this-to the little slut, the little whore, the little bitch, whom he had hired to take him up the Matterhorn. With soul-searing anguish, Teresa watched the man she loved as he plundered the newly ripened body of this young, shameless intruder into their lives.
The pink, glistening little hole of the blonde's soft, curl-fringed pussy was now completely exposed to Teresa's gaze, and she heard, in spite of all her efforts not to, Buzz's low, appreciative grunt as his tongue darted forth, lizard-like, to slip deep up inside the wetly throbbing little mouth. Another shock went through her wildly trembling body as the blonde alpine guide responded with a lewd, delicious pleasure to the maddening sensation imparted by the man's licking, spiraling tongue. With a compulsive jerk, her legs splayed out obscenely, to hang out over the edges of the bed in limp, abject surrender to the ravishment of her loins.
Now Buzz ran his tongue up and down the wet slippery furrow, probed, explored, entered, withdrew, while the girl quivered sensuously beneath him, grinding her ass deep down into the mattress on which she lay. Once again, he began the maddening licking of her cunt lips, slithering his tongue lizard-like in and out of her passion-drenched pussy.
My God! Teresa thought. The girl-the girl is-she's insatiable! She's letting him do everything-everything-to her. And she's asking for more, too, she thought, choking back still another sob as Buzz licked at the soft folds of throbbing flesh between Heidi's outspread legs, withdrew to push her knees up against her hotly heaving tits so that he could lick at the narrow crevice between the firm white mounds of her nakedly upturned little ass-cheeks.
"What next?" Teresa moaned in despair, certain that no man-and certainly not Buzz-could ever be capable of committing further indecencies. And yet she knew the worst was yet to come, and she gritted her teeth, bracing for it-whatever it was.
There was a low groan of passion from her heavily breathing husband, and an answering one, long, drawn-out, ear-splitting, from Heidi and then her voice, panting breathlessly, "I want to do it to you too, Buzz. Please! I want to lick your cock!"
He reared back again, and Teresa saw his lust-distorted face full in the light of the yellow moon. "What is it, Heidi?" he asked. "What is it you want?" and Teresa thought, Dear God! He really wants to do this to her! He listened attentively, as if her voice would come from some immeasurable distance, for her answer.
It was a little whimper of sheer sensuality, though, when it came at last, and Teresa struggled to take in the full enormity of the girl's wickedness as she made out the whispered words.
"I want to suck you, Buzz. I want to take your big lovely cock in my mouth, and I want to nibble it and eat it and suck it." She drew in her breath, and then let it out, long and audibly. "Would you like that, Buzz?" she asked him in a low, seductive voice. "Would you?"
Teresa herself held her breath, waiting for Buzz's reply. He couldn't-he wouldn't-let her do such an outrageous thing. And then his words came to her, stinging like a slap across the face. "Oh, God!" he groaned as he rolled over on his back. "You think I wouldn't! Come on, baby. Come onl I want to slip it into you, to ram it against the back of your throat, to tickle your tonsils. Oh, my God! Would I do it, Heidi? Would I!"
Teresa was dimly aware then that Heidi was turning on the bed, rolling over, twisting, sliding down somehow to straddle Buzz's naked body, to poise herself upside down above him, head flung back, ash-blond hair streaming like that of some wild, wood-bred creature, the ecstatically quaking mounds of her tits bobbing above the head of his hugely throbbing prick. She was aware too, that Heidi took the desire-hardened shaft between her hands, ran them slowly, seductively, along the length of it while Buzz moaned again, that she crooned out words Teresa couldn't understand. Then she saw the angelic face drop forward, the little pink tongue slip between the white even teeth, lick the hungrily ovaled lips lasciviously, then quickly circle the flushed tip of the excitedly waiting cock. Her head bobbed downward now as she fully enclosed the massively throbbing member in the warm, wet confines of her mouth, licking up the tiny pearling drops of fluid that oozed hotly from it. Then again, her wet little tongue shot out, tantalizing and teasing warmly at the thickly jerking head; and when the older man moaned beneath the tormenting sensations, she once more parted her warm, moist lips, to suck his turgid, seething cock back deep up inside.
Buzz began to fuck in and out between her widely ovaled lips, thrusting up deep, withdrawing, thrusting in again, while the beautiful alpine guide continued to croon out in a muffled singsong voice that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her. He stiffened perceptibly as he looked down between them and caught sight of her sweet, innocent face, contorted wildly now with the lust of a wanton, lascivious creature. She moved her tightly locked lips up and down along the wet shaft of his heavily hardened cock, and then her hands slid beneath him, to gently cup his hotly churning cum-filled balls to massage them tenderly, sending little feather-like spasms of ecstasy through him that excited him even further.
Teresa, watching at the door, was afraid that she might faint. She wondered, vaguely, if this was the man she had married three years ago, the man whose life she had shared. There seemed to be an unbridgable gulf between the two of them now, a gulf growing ever wider. And as Heidi began to suck harder on his hugely throbbing cock, as little grunts of delight escaping his trembling lips, she saw him flex his body, raise his loins tighter to her face, then sink back against the small hands she slipped beneath him while she cupped his asscheeks in her tightly clutching little palms.
Teresa had a moment of consternation as her husband's enormously erect prick almost disappeared all the way up into the small, widely ovaled mouth of the obscenely behaving blonde-My God! Heidi will choke! Teresa thought, and then, maliciously, hoped she would-but at once dismissed the idea, knowing full well that Heidi had obviously long been accustomed to such depraved acts. And now, as the girl continued to suck frantically and Buzz wound his hands in her hair, she knew that his balls probably ached now beyond endurance, that the pressure that had built up in the cum-filled sacs could no longer be contained, and that he was going to cum-to shoot his hot, churning juice down the girl's desperately working throat. Teresa rocked back on her heels, timing her self to the lewd rhythm of Heidi's lewd sucking, Buzz's equally obscene thrusting, and then, with an anguish that struck her soul numb, she heard his wild cry: "Aaaaaggghhhhh! I'm cumming ... oh, my God! I'm cummiinng...." saw his softly dangling balls smack hard up against the girl's tiny pointed chin, saw him heave and buck in his final cum as the hot white juices shot through his shaft to spew forth in long, hotly jetting streams between the girl's widely ovaled lips.
Heidi swirled the white-hot liquid in her mouth, then swallowed rapidly, still sucking, as if she must extract each final drop from his rapidly deflating prick.
It was only then that Teresa was able to control her body and flee from the hotel suite and the horrible, obscene acts that her husband was performing with another woman!