Chapter 7

Lou Kennett s chalet was on the other side of town from the Hotel Matterhorn Blick and though the town itself was small, it seemed to Teresa as though it took hours for her to get to Lou's chalet. She dabbed her eyes once more on his porch, not wanting Lou to see her crying, and knocked on the front door. Lou opened the door a few minutes later, a look of deep sympathy on his face, and as soon as he ushered her inside, closed the door behind her. He stretched his hands out to Teresa, put his arm around her shoulder in a friendly, even fatherly, gesture. "Oh, Teresa, my dear," he said gently. "I hate to see you like this, so overwrought. So disturbed. What on earth has hap pened to distress you so? I don't like to see you in such a state."

The hell I don't, he thought, as he settled her in a deep chair. Could anything fit in better with his plans?

He stared at her. Christ, but she was built! Even the little outfit she was wearing couldn't hide the shape of her voluptuously billowing tits, the magnificently undulating curves of her sensuous ass-cheeks, the fullness of her hips. Sitting opposite him, relaxed and at ease for the moment, she unconsciously let her legs part slightly, giving Lou a glimpse of the milk-white skin of her inner thighs. Teresa shifted in the chair, and now he saw the thin strip of her black nylon panties caught, somehow, in the narrow cleft of her little pussy, saw the fringe of silky blond fleece straggling out from the sides. Jesus! It sent boiling lava swirling through his loins, turned his balls into tender, throbbing appendages. Teresa was a hot little number-yes, she was-and he'd always known it. And he knew, too, that Buzz Cherry wasn't the man to do justice to such a voluptuous, woman. He'd been aching to remedy that situation ever since he'd met her, and the only thing that had held him back was lack of opportunity.

Well, here was opportunity knocking at his door-or at least sitting in his living room. Teresa Cherry, sobbing out her troubles to him, begging for help. Lou Kennett knew just what she needed-and advice was only the half of it. Well, he'd give her a little of both.

He leaned forward, speaking softly, soothingly, as if she were a small child. I mustn't frighten her, he told himself. I'll have to win her confidence. He cleared his throat, assuming an expression of profound interest, of deep concern, and said, "Now, my dear, perhaps you can tell me what the matter it."

He sat back, hands folded piously together, fingertips touching, and Teresa burst into fresh sobs. "There, there, my dear. Just tell me." He nodded, to show that his heart was wrung by her predicament then said softly, "I know how painful this is, Teresa, even how embarrassing for you. But I must know, after all, if I'm to help you. Now mustn't I?"

Teresa nodded and wiped her tears away once more. Then in a low voice that was almost a whisper, she launched into an account of what had happened the night before.

Lou leaned forward from time to time, to press her on some point she had brought up, to question her about some incident. "Do you mean to tell me that Buzz was actually, well, actually...." he paused, then, avoiding her eyes as if ashamed of what he must say, went on, " ... fucking-please forgive me for being so blunt, Teresa, but we must be frank, be honest with one another, if I am to help you ... isn't that so?" And when Teresa nodded, he repeated, "Buzz was fucking this, this little climbing guide he hired-what did you say her name was? Heidi-was fucking her?"

Teresa nodded, her face scarlet, her eyes downcast. "That's right," she whispered at last. "That was what he was doing."

Lou Kennett got up slowly, walked toward Teresa, took her two shoulders in both hands, stroked them gently, then released her, and went back to his chair. "Teresa," he apologized, "I'm sorry about all this. I know it isn't easy for you, but...." he waved his hand to show how helpless he was, " ... but I must know all of it if I am to give you the proper advice."

"I understand," Teresa whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Now, you say ... oh, my dear, I hate to press you on this ... but you say Buzz was actually sucking this Heidi up between her thighs, sucking her pussy, sucking her clit?"

Teresa nodded, too ashamed to speak. But Lou noticed with satisfaction that she was becoming slightly itchy too, as he forced her to describe, in lewd, obscene language, the perverted acts she had witnessed. Well, that was fine, he thought. Just fine. And as his tongue darted out to lick his lips lasciviously, he told himself that this, too, would fit in perfectly with his plans. "And then she ... this local girl, Heidi Pen-in ... she sucked Buzz's cock?" he continued.

Teresa nodded, eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at the man. "Yes," she whispered. She leaned back in her chair. She felt little sparks, like firecrackers, exploding in her blood, making her twitch and tingle. Her own pussy seemed to grow warm and moist, to quiver with an odd, unwanted anticipation. Oh, dear God! What was the matter with her? She opened her eyes, and looked up, listening to Lou Kennett

"Can you tell me about it? Tell me exactly what you saw?"

Teresa shook her head. No, I can't, she thought. I just can't go on. Surely Lou could understand without her having to go into such sordid detail.

Lou-it seemed to Teresa he must be psychic-suddenly reassured her. "No, you can't It's too painful for you, Teresa! And I have no right to ask it of you." His eyes met hers, and she felt immeasurable gratitude well up within her. Lou was a fine, decent, wonderful man! Oh, she had been right to come to him! She'd known it all along.

He placed his hands on her shoulders again and spoke to her in a calm, soothing tone. "Teresa, I'm sure I can help you. But you must trust me.

Tears of relief flooded Teresa's eyes. "I trust you, Lou," she breathed. "I do."

"Very well, then," Lou said, brisk and business-like now. "Well have to decide what we can do about this. But first things first" He came over and stood beside her again. "Would you like to go and freshen up a bit?" She nodded up at him gratefully. "Good, it'll make you feel so much better."

Lou showed her down the hall where his bathroom was located, and left her there to wash away the tears she had shed while relating her story to Lou.

Lou was in the living room, waiting for her, when she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and he led her into the spacious living-room. The lights were low, and there were logs burning in the fireplace, and music-some sentimental ballad that Teresa vaguely remembered-on the hi-fi. Lou had been busy during the few minutes she had been in the bathroom. There was even a silver tray with bottles and crystal glasses, too, on the marble table in front of the couch, and Lou poured them each a stiff drink.

"Feel better?" he asked solicitously.

"Oh, yes, much better."

Teresa sank back on the couch, relaxed, happier than she'd been in days. She felt comfortable with Lou, that was it And when she finished her drink, and he poured her another, she sipped at that one, too.

She began to feel a little giddy-it must have been the fire, along with the brandy, she thought-and things seemed to melt into one another; the room, the fire, the warmth and comfort, and the relief she felt at having Lou Kennett there. Good old Lou Kennett, she could trust Lou, and Lou was going to help her, too. It was funny, Teresa reflected, everything had seemed so God-awful until this afternoon, and now her world was rosy again. And when Lou poured another drink for her, she didn't protest at all, although she knew she was getting a little bit drunk. But it would be all right Wasn't Lou Kennett there to take care of her as her friend?

He poured her still another drink, and then he said, diffidently, "Teresa, dear, I'm going to ask you to do something for me. It's going to be painful, I'm afraid, but it's something that will help you, I'm sure." He held out his hands to her, helped her to her feet. "You will do it won't you?" he pleaded.

"Oh, yes," Teresa said. Her speech seemed a little slurred, her words a little slushy. She staggered, too, just a little, and Lou caught her and helped her across the room and into his study, where he led her to the desk. He took down a couple of large portfolios and placed them in front of her.

"It was so difficult for you to talk about-well, about the things you saw last night," he said to Teresa as if apologizing for asking her to, "that I thought it might be easier if I just showed v m some pictures of various acts and you can

;!I me if you saw them doing any of them. It will help you get things straight in your head. Make things easier for you."

Teresa's brain seemed to swim a little. What kind of pictures, for Heaven's sake? And why? Maybe he was right ... maybe if she saw them it would help her to get over what she had seen, just to know what Buzz and Heidi had done had been done by other people before!

He put his arm around her, as if to give her courage, and flipped the book open to a photograph of a young girl with her legs spread, wide, exposing the full plane of her open young cunt to the gleefully smiling face of a man just inches above it. Teresa's breath choked in her throat, and her heart began to race, as Lou's arm tightened around her shoulder. "Was this what you saw in the hotel room last night?" he asked.

Teresa nodded. "Yes," she whispered. It was lewd, disgusting, and it made her stomach churn; her very bones seemed to melt. But also, in spite of its lewdness, it sent little pinpricks of excitement rippling slowly up between her legs, an excitement she had never known before.

Lou felt the quiver that passed through her body, knew that it signaled the beginning tide of passion, one that would soon be beyond control. She's getting hot, he thought, and told himself smugly that it had been a whole lot easier than he had expected. His friend's wife was almost ready to fuck, and God knows, he'd been ready since the moment she walked in this afternoon.

He dug his fingers strongly into her shoulders now, and Teresa gasped at the sudden pressure as he forced her around to face him. His hands slid down over the gently curving mounds of her thighs, pulled inward against the sensuous half-moons of her undulating ass-cheeks, until he felt the throbbing warmth of her cunt pressing tightly against his pelvis.

Through the thin fabric of her skirt, Teresa felt the growing hardness of Lou's burgeoning, stiffening cock. She squirmed backward, knowing instinctively that she must somehow escape. Yet she was powerless to move, and when she opened her mouth to protest, she found she could form no words, and merely began to moan quietly.

Lou pressed closer, stroking her thighs more insistently now, while his bulging cock, enclosed within his trousers, nevertheless pressed, twitching and jerking, against her legs. With a swift, sharp movement, he bent his face to Teresa, fastened his mouth on hers, forced his tongue between her lips, on, deep inside, almost to her throat, and held her, gasping for breath now, in a long, wet kiss.

Little flickers of fire seemed to sputter up Teresa's spine, spreading out through all her limbs in a new wonderful thrill. Oh, it was wicked, this thing she was doing. But it was good, too. And how could she be blamed, after what Buzz had done to that nakedly squirming little blonde guide last night? Relaxing, she began to respond to the maddening touch of Lou's incessant caresses, began to tingle with delight as he continued to stroke her thighs as they stood pressed tightly together.

Almost unconsciously, she spread her legs a little, and in a moment, Lou's hand moved expertly up under her skirt, to trace the smooth, softly trembling skin of her inner thighs, to caress, ever so gently, the narrow split of her pussy between her legs, running his finger over the thin nylon band of her panties that still shielded it. Nothing seemed real to her anymore, nothing seemed important standing there, except the spine-tingling excitement of another man's burning hands and fingers exploring her body that was now as taut, as tight, as a bowstring.

And then, like just such a string, something snapped, and Teresa came back to herself with a start. My God! What was she doing? What was she thinking of? She closed her eyes, shaking her head, and the terrible sight of Buzz kneeling above the young alpine guide's nakedly squirming body, his lust-swollen cock sunk deep into her hotly sucking mouth, came back to her. Well, whatever she was doing, it was nothing compared to the evil she had witnessed the night before. Decency is done and over with, her befuddled mind proclaimed; morality is no more. And if that's so-well, why not? She relaxed again, feeling all soft and warm and wonderful inside, and then she felt Lou's fingers fumbling with the buttons on her dress, the zipper at the back. Well, why not? she asked herself again, and twisted around to make it that much easier for him.

She had a vague notion that Lou was leading her across the room to the bedroom, that he was telling her she seemed a little upset, a little unsteady, and that it would be better if she were to lie down, and she told herself that that was true, and anyway, there was nothing to worry about, was there? Not with her good friend, Lou Kennett. She could trust Lou Kennett. Hadn't she and her husband known him for three whole years? And then she was dimly aware that he had eased the dress she'd been wearing down over her hips, and tossed it somewhere on the other side of the bed in his terrible urgency to clap his huge hands over the softly rounded mounds of her heaving tits, to knead them roughly, to take the two red buds of her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and roll and tease and taunt them into stiff little erections.

With a wild motion, Lou flung his head forward, and with a strange, weird groan, he clamped his mouth over one pointed, hard little knob, and began to suck on it, while white-hot flames seemed to lick at Teresa's loins, turning her body into a molten mass of pleasure. She moaned, lying limp against the bed, eyes closed and body afire while Lou's tongue traced along the narrow furrow between her lovely tits, moving slowly, deliciously, along the smooth white skin, the little fine of fuzz on her belly. His hands slipped down, making her tingle, slipped under the elastic waistband of her black nylon panties, struggling to pull them off.

He mustn't, she told herself! Oh, no! He mustn't. But she seemed unable to speak her thoughts and listened with amazement to her own voice urging, "Hurry! Hurry!"

Lou pulled the wisp of cloth down over the whitely rounded curves of her hips, over her slim legs, eased it along until it fell into a little heap at her feet, and all the time Teresa was urging, "Hurry, hurry!" Then, as the hot air of the overheated library wafted across her exposed cunt, a ripple of delight ran through her. This, this was going to be so wonderful, she thought. She arched her naked loins upward as Lou began to caress her pussy, to twine his fingers in the soft, silken strands of golden hair that covered it.

"God, but you're a luscious woman!" he muttered admiringly, raising his head to rake her entire body with a lewd stare.

His eyes roved over her again, and then Teresa felt still different thrills pound through her as he parted the sensitive lips of her cunt and slowly, teasingly, slipped his middle finger up into its smooth liquid wetness.

As he wormed his finger further around up inside her moist, throbbing pussy, Teresa quivered again, half in fear and half in anticipation. An image of herself as a vile, wanton woman, abandoning herself to animal lust, made her cringe and try to draw away from Lou. The thought of her evilness seared her mind! Why, why was she submitting to the obscene touches of another man? Wasn't she Teresa Cherry, respectable housewife, devoted wife of Buzz Cherry?

Yes, she acknowledged with a shudder, she was. But she was also, she knew, a woman, and a woman fully aroused for perhaps the first time in her life, and when she opened her mouth to protest, the words she'd planned to say were stifled, and she could only moan "Lou, Lou," over and over, in ecstatic whispers, while she ground her hips hungrily up against his probing fingers.

Then, with a soft, wet sucking sound, Lou withdrew his finger from her cunt, and as Teresa lay helpless beneath him, he placed his hands on her firm white thighs, spread them apart until the fleshy lips of her pink little pussy pouted nakedly up at him. He knelt now between her ankles, his eyes endlessly exploring the sight of her throbbing, wet cunt, his fingers exploring the golden, softly curling pussy-hairs that fringed the wetly glistening edges of it.

The memory of the picture he had shown to Teresa such a short time before suddenly flashed through his mind. God, he'd like to do that to her-bury his face up between her thighs, burrow against the soft golden cunt hair, flick his tongue over the little pink bud of her clit, then sink it deep within her throbbing little cunt-hole. He glanced at Teresa and their eyes met, and in a flash, Teresa understood what he intended to do to her!

Oh, he couldn't! Not lick her cunt! She'd been willing to let him fuck her pussy. But lick it! "No," she whimpered, recoiling in fear and revulsion. "My God, Lou!"

"Why not?" he asked, and she caught a glimpse of sheer open lust in his eyes.

"Because it's wicked," Teresa said, the words expelled breathlessly upon the air. "It's wicked, and evil, and...." tears of shame and humiliation flooded her eyes, and then, as he slipped from the bed, moved away from the bed, moved away from her, tears of relief replaced them. Oh dear Lou! He was a good man. He wasn't going to do this awful thing to her. She'd been right to trust him.

A thin, faint sound caught her ear, and Teresa opened her eyes wide, turning to stare at Lou. Good God! He was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, hurriedly pushing his pants down around his ankles, stepping out of them. Teresa moaned in helpless frustration as Lou straightened up, and she saw his thick, huge cock, stiff as a rod beneath his shorts. He eased them down over his hips, and she gazed in fascinated horror at his heavily jutting prick. My God! It was huge! Was he really going to try-oh God, no-he would stretch her pussy terribly! No, she would never let him-she couldn't! There was still time for her to get away. She tried to pull herself up, to get to her feet, but her body was frozen with fear, paralyzed, and she sank back, trembling, completely at his mercy.

Lou knelt above the nakedly stripped woman's quaking body, again thrust his head forward as he ordered, "Spread your legs wide, Teresa, I want to look at that sweet little cunt of yours."

Whimpering, Teresa managed to do as she was told, then stifled a low groan of rising shame as her friend's face dropped forward and his tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the blondly furred lips of her quivering pussy. She ground her hips hard into the fur-covered bed, trying desperately to escape his long, sinuously worming tongue. But the maddening torture, the vile ravishment of her now aching loins continued, and Teresa could only gasp, "My God! ... oh, my God! ... oh, dear God, stop ... stop!"

But Lou's relentlessly snaking tongue continued to lick lewdly at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, to lap at the tiny bud of her clit, to dart deep up inside her throbbing, wet pussy-hole. Oh, God! It couldn't be happening. It couldn't be! And then little showers of sparks began to explode at the very center of Teresa's being, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through her whole body. The knowledge that she was enjoying-was actually enjoying-this horrible debasement of her flesh made Teresa moan in shame; the knowledge that she would not stop it, even if she'd had the power to, increased her steadily mounting humiliation.

Lou slipped his hands under her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, cupping them, squeezing them hotly in his palms, while his tongue lashed out, flicking at the fleshy pink lips of her cunt which lay open to him like a flowering rosebud ready for the picking. He grinned triumphantly and ground his hot tongue deeper and deeper into her now clasping pussy.

Teresa squirmed and thrashed beneath him, and now little mewls of pleasure escaped, unbidden, from her lips. She was as vile, as depraved, as all the other women in the world, she told herself, and yet her body was wracked with a delight she had never even dreamed of.

Her pussy was drenched now with the steaming cunt juices that seeped from it, flowered down onto her open thighs, moistened her golden fleece. Oh, dear GodI It was so horrible! And yet Teresa wanted the delicious sucking of her pussy to go on forever.

Suddenly, though, Lou pulled his head away from her hotly pulsing cunt to glare at her with now victorious eyes. Teresa let out an involuntary groan, and then, beyond all control, began to beg, "Don't stop, Lou. Oh, for God's sake, don't stop!"

Lou leered above her sadistically. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "That!"

"What's that? Tell me!" And when Teresa remained silent, the words cleaving to her tongue, he shook her roughly. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he ordered.

"I want you to keep licking my cunt!" she whimpered helplessly.

"Well, I'm not going to. Not now. I'm going to do something different. Tell me what it is, Teresa!" His voice was hard and frightening. "Tell me!" he ordered again.

"I want you to ... to...." Oh, God! She couldn't say it, couldn't utter the foul word. Yet the sight of Lou's mean, evil eyes boring into her terrified her. "I want you to fuck me," she whimpered at last.

She watched as Lou's hand reached for his massive prick extending from his loins like a brandished sword, saw him lewdly draw the foreskin back and forth, massaging the huge instrument while a few drops of lubricating fluid oozed from the hole at the tip. "Fuck you how?" he snarled.

Teresa shook her head, mesmerized by the sight of Lou's cock, unable to speak. "Fuck you how?" he repeated angrily. "Tell me how! And beg, too!"

A tremor shook Teresa's helpless body. "I want you to ... to...." She stopped for a moment and then blurted in a flurry of passion, "To fuck me, Lou. To fuck with your ... your cock ... I want you to. Oh, please, Lou! Please fuck me ... fuck me!"

"It will be a pleasure," Lou said, his lips curling in a conquering sneer. "A real pleasure!" he repeated. He grasped his throbbing shaft firmly in his hand and guided it to Teresa's excitement-drenched pussy, using the thickly throbbing head to part the soft fleshy lips. A little shiver of ecstasy shot through her at the electrifying contact, and then she gasped in pain as the lust-swollen tip pressed into the tight little opening, stretching it unbearably.

"Don't! No, don't! You're hurting me!" she screamed in anguish, then fell silent as Lou continued to thrust his pulsing cock into the narrow sheath of her cunt, inching it slowly, relentlessly in until it sank deep into her belly, filling her excruciatingly stretched pussy almost to the bursting point.

"Oh God!" she grunted again, as he flexed his cock inside her. And then, as she grew accustomed to the alien presence there, her groans tapered off into little sighs of pleasure.

Lou began to rotate his hips, grinding deep up into her open cunt mouth, until he felt the lust-swollen head press tight back against her cervix. Then, he began a slow, rhythmic rocking above her, fucking into her now warmly absorbing pussy-walls in a long, easy rhythm, while Teresa moved her hips in a similar rhythm, grinding her ass deep into the fake fur bedspread, twisting and writhing erotically about as she struggled to meet his ever-lengthening thrusts.

She'd never known anything like this, never known that this was what fucking was like, that this intense, overwhelming pleasure was what was hers by right. Yes, by right! She was not the whore she'd considered herself such a short time before when she had submitted to Lou's first tonguing of her pussy. Not a wanton, abandoned creature. Not vile, not depraved. No, she told herself again, she was no whore-she was just suddenly becoming a real woman at last!

Lou's prick fucked in and out of her wide spread cunt lips with ever-increasing force as he lengthened his stroke, then drove the hugely throbbing shaft all the way up between her thighs to the hilt. His aching, cum-filled balls smacked nakedly against the upturned cheeks of her ass, and her legs jerked out to quiver and jerk obscenely on either side of his pounding hips. Now he slipped his hand beneath her ass, slid it around to the long, narrow crevice, ran it up and down, searching, until he found the tiny puckered hole of her anus.

He stroked it gently, caressing it, sending little shocks of exquisite pleasure surging like tropical storms through her passion-drenched body. Then, with a sudden quick movement, he thrust a finger into the soft, rubbery opening of her spongy hole while Teresa cried out in pain. But as her tight little asshole became used to the lewdly invading finger, the pain melted and Teresa again felt a wonderful pleasure sweep through her body. She screwed her ass back on his hotly probing middle finger, and under this new and exquisite sensation of being impaled by the heavy cock that fucked in and out of her cunt and the finger sunk to the second knuckle in her tight little asshole, she began to lurch from side to side. Her face was contorted with her wild, passionate abandon, and suddenly she began to chant. "Ahhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhh ... aaahhhhhaaaa!"

Lou quickened his strokes once more, and then felt the warm slippery juices gush forth from the wide-stretched walls of her pussy, enveloping his pistoning cock. "Oh ... ooooh! Oh, God!" she screamed now. "Aaaaaaagh! My God! I'm cummin g! I'm cummmmmmmmminnnngg! Aaaaaaagh!"

As Teresa's frenzied cry split the air, Lou felt the boiling juice in his swollen, aching balls churn and bubble, and then spurt the length of his heavily pulsing cock to shoot far up into her soft, quivering belly. His cum mingled with Teresa's own in a deep, passionate pool of sheer bliss and Teresa felt more joy than she had ever known existed.

She lay back against the bed now, her limply fallen legs splayed obscenely out to the sides, as Lou slowly eased his deflating cock from her still rhythmically quivering cunt. He rolled over beside her, and stared at her rapidly heaving tits, and her voluptuous spent body, with a smile of satisfaction. Well, he thought smugly, he'd given her the fuck she'd needed so badly, and now for the other? It was about time for that, now. He slipped from the bed and began to pull on his clothes, reaching over to hand Teresa hers with a laconic "Here!"

At the sound of his voice, a sudden wave of consciousness suffused Teresa with shame. My God! What had she done! Embarrassed to meet her friend's eyes after she had let him fuck her naked body, she snatched her clothes from his outstretched hand, while she struggled into them. As she smoothed her skirt, she turned to meet his hard, cold eyes. "Teresa, my dear," he said in his usual suave, charming voice, while his mouth twitched into a smile. "Now that you're feeling better, why don't you go back to the hotel and get some rest. It is late, you know, and we could both use some sleep after the fucking we just did. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll see what I can do about your problem."

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," she mumbled tiredly. She would like to get back to her room and sleep. So many things had happened in the past couple of days, and she was going to have to sort them out.