Chapter 3
After the meeting with Edouard, Raul headed for his hotel room with thoughts of the irony of Edouard fucking the sexy bodied Denise. Seeing Edouard seemed to have made his memories of her more vivid. All those rides on the Lake Road in his old jalopy, her transformation from a reluctant girl who trembled when they petted and worried about Peeping Toms when he tried to put his hand under her panties, came flooding back.
Then something had grown between them, call it love -and she had become unafraid, even bold. She was gaily taking off most of her clothes in the car as time went on, so her titties would be naked for him, or her bra would be unfastened. She would remove her panties and raise her dress so his prick could ram her pussy conveniently.
"Every inch of my body is yours," she would tell him, "and I want you to possess me as a man should with a woman. I want to be screwed by you."
He had since known scores of female bodies, in all stages of undress. But no bed sessions had ever equally what the flaming, vibrant cunt of the delectable Denise had made him feel.
He blinked his eyes as he opened the door of his room. A flesh and blood Denise was before him. Then she spoke. The voice was clear as a silver bell, and as familiar to him as though he'd last heard it only a few minutes ago. "Hello, Raul."
He moved slowly toward her, disoriented, unsure of himself. She got to her feet as he approached. She was compact, with a slender, fully developed figure.
She wore a light gray sweater and a flowing skirt of darker gray. He remembered vividly the figure underneath, the firm tits, the smooth belly with skin white as snow in contrast to her honey-colored hair and the tanned, exciting thighs. Even more vividly could he remember the surprising strength of those thighs wrapped about his naked flanks, the calves pressing down on his humping ass as his prick thrust up her pussy.
Her face was solemn, and her black eyes seemed larger, brighter than he remembered.
Against his will he took her hand, it burrowed into his like a warm live animal seeking shelter. He held it tightly in both of his and waited. His heart began to pound unevenly.
She said softly, "You've been in town two weeks, Raul, and you haven't called me."
He dropped her hand as a surge of anger rose to his throat. "The last time, you told me you never wanted to talk to me again. It seems to me that we said it all then."
"That was five years ago. Many things have changed since then.'
"What things, Denise? Have you changed? You're still Edouard LeFevre's wife, aren't you?"
She turned and with her back to him, she said. "I'm still married to Edouard, yes. What is it they say? In name only?"
Raul felt his heart leap with...What?Hope' How stupid could a man be? What kind of a dope did she think he was?
He snarled, "Just what is that supposed to tell me?"
She whirled around. "It means I'm sorry I married him. It means I regret the years we might have had together. It means I was a fool for not going away with you when you asked me." Her voice had fallen to a painful whisper, and she gnawed at the back of her hand as tears gathered in her eyes.
He wanted desperately to go to her, take her in his arms and kiss away the tears. It took a great effort of will to remain still. He asked harshly, "When did you discover all this?"
She bowed her head, her voice the merest whisper. "Not long after you left."
He clenched his fists and tried to keep the scorn out of his voice. "It couldn't have been very long. I understand you married less than a month after I left."
She raised her head and looked defiantly at him, her eyes now bleak and hard. "I can be stubborn, too, I wanted to prove to myself that I could get along without you."
He glared at her, still straining to stifle his rage. Five years. Five wasted, stupid, aimless years.
"I still don't see what you have to complain about," he said icily. Your husband's now president of the bank.
"When Father died two years ago, naturally all his stock came to me. And naturally, Edouard was the choice of the directors to succeed Father."
Bitterness washed over him in waves. LeFevre now had what could have been Raul's. The bank presidency, old Genet's money, and Denise. He knew now that he woud gladly have forfeited all the rest, if Denise were only his. And it was her he was striking back at. Not the bank, not the village...just Denise.
He said bitingly, "So what's the beef? You've got it all."
"Not all, Raul. Not you," she said simply. "And without you, the rest is nothing."
The statement was both a plea and a confession, and it was all he needed. All the rage drained out of him, the bitterness swept from his mind. He reached for her, and she came eagerly to his arms, her warm body melting into his.
"Oh, darling. It seems I've waited forever for this moment."
Her lips parted in invitation and he crushed his mouth to hers, probing deep with his tongue. She responded fully to him, reaching, seeking, demanding. He explored with his tongue, savoring the hot sweetness of hers.
His hands moved over her body, seeking a once-familiar touchbud of her tits, her sweet belly, her rounded behind, her loins, and finding them as easily as a blind man reads Braille.
But her clothes inhibited him. He put one hand up under the front of her sweater and slid his fingers over her slip. The feel of the material, heated by her flesh sent a shiver over him. He moved his hand around to fumble for the snap of her bra. The slip was still in his way. He tugged impatiently, and a strap broke.
Denise pulled her mouth free and strained back in his arms. "Darling...wait."
He loosened his embrace, and she stepped back. As she did, the back of her hand brushed across his fly area. She shuddered visibly. Her eyes closed, her head going back.
"Oh, Raul dearest. Hadn't you better lock the door?"
When he turned back from the door she had pulled the sweater over her head. Her hair was tumbled attractively about her face.
She gestured. "The light...?"
"No." he said forcefully. "I want to see your body. It's been a long time."
Her eyes glittered. "I know. And I want you to."
He started toward her. "No. Stay there, darling, and watch."
Shy as a bride, Denise removed her garments one by one and stacked them neatly on a chair. When she was naked, she straightened and posed proudly, her big knockers danced, the large nipples proud.
"For five years I've dreamed of offering myself to you like this. I want you to see that I haven't changed, that I've kept myself like this for you. I want you to see that five years of marriage to that...pig..." She spat the word like an obscenity. "Those five years haven't changed me -outwardly, at least."
He wondered what had changed LeFevre from a marriageable male to a pig. But he sensed that this wasn't the time or place for the question.
She hadn't changed physically. Her pert teats rose proudly. Her body flowed in smooth lines from the sloping shoulders to the long, tapering thighs, with her golden cunt bush at the apex between her legs framing that sweet, pink set of cunny lips which were still amazingly girl-like and closely pressed together. Her skin there was dark, with the faintest flush of rose.
His gaze fastened on her exciting pussy, and although she stood perfectly still, there seemed to be a slight, suggestive roll to it, as if winding up for the thrust of his cock.
His prick erected and pushed against the front of his pants. He ripped and tore at his clothes, and by the time he reached her he was down to trousers and shorts. And when at last he stood with his big dong jutting, fully revealed to her, a low moan escaped her and she swayed toward him. He caught her. Savagely he crushed her lissome body against him, plowing his cock, shaft and all into her cunt passage with the accumulated hunger of five years. The points where her hot snatch burned about his plunging prick seared him like licking flames.
"Oh, Raul. Darling, darling."
He dug his fingers into her yielding buttock meat, bending her far back so he could find one of the tumescent nipples. The scent of her filled his nostrils as he lifted her, molding the soft flesh to his muscular leanness.
All the women he had known, all the female bodies he had fucked in the past five years faded from memory as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed her gently oe the bed and gazed down at her. Her heavylidded eyes spoke an urgent invitation, as did her upthrust breasts and moist slightly opened snatch.
"Raul, darling, it's been so long, so terribly long..." She raised her arms to him, her lips parted, her pussy humping up at him, already working in the motion of erotic anticipation of his prick burning inside it. "I never thought I'd know real love again."
Love flooded Raul's heart as he knelt beside the bed and reached hungrily for her delectable body. He could feel the urgent heat of her belly as he placed his cheek on the smoothness of it and circled his tongue in her navel, as his fingers twirled and tugged at her bush, opening her cunny lips.
"Oh, darling." She buried her fingers in his hair, pressed his face firmly to her quivering flesh. "Kiss my body."
Tenderly, reverently, he trailed kisses from her navel to her left breast. There he mouthed the turgid nipple, worried it with lips, teeth and tongue. As he went back and forth from one breast to the other, his desire spiraled higher. He longed to slip his rod into her vagina, then and there, drive himself to her again and again until he was utterly depleted, his spermal juice seeping from her cunt; as with any other woman he would have. But his lust was tempered by love. This woman wasn't a tramp, a bar pickup, such as he'd been used to for five years. This wasn't even a Gaby.
With a groan he gathered Denise up with his hands spread under her buttocks, raising her to his stiff torrid prick.
"Oh. Mon Dieu, Raul, cheri."
She strained against his surging cock, her hands clawing at his head to press his seeking mouth ever closer to her palpitating cunt hole. Her hips thrashed mightily in his hands and it was all he could do to hold her. He kept on, kept on until she began to moan weakly, her fingers tugging ceaselessly at his hair.
"Raul, if you don't stop, I'll..."
His lips pursed to her pussy and began to suck upon the tasty lips of her snatch. His tongue licked at her rock-hard clitoris.
Then it was time to put his penis where his mouth was. He rose, moved around on his knees before her.
She reached out, found his shaft and guided his peter into her vagina.
He plunged, and she welcomed him, velvet thighs instantly clamping his hips, and his probing prick encased in the warm folds of her cunt. "Oh, my darling."
Denise clung to him with every muscle at her command as his prick thrust deep into her. Wildly she thrashed beneath him, lifting him clear off the bed repeatedly, meeting I his cock surging onslaught with vigor to match his own. He worked his hands under her, sinking his fingers deep in her pulsing ass, and held her against him as his passion blazed.
It grew wilder and wilder, but ever more wonderful as the microseconds surged by. He had forgotten how marvelous it could be to fuck the sweet hole of a woman you loved.
With Gaby it was pure and simple, a frantic coupling of male organ into woman's cunt. Or it was a wanton romp in the hay, a giddy riot of sensation. But with Denise.....
His huge, pulsating prick surged and pumped deep -far up her box, to the uterus.
And the sensation was there too, gathering in him now, a whirling vortex of sensation about to suck him down and down and down...
Denise screamed, "Now, my darling. Now. I'm there. I'm...there. Don't wait. I'm coming. Shoot your load into my cunt with mine."
And he did. He let his wad go. The vortex pulled him down, spun him to mindlessness, then flung him high in a starburst of searing ecstasy. A symphony of the planets roared in his ears as he clung desperately to her writhing body, his hot milky juices gushing into her cunt in a never-ending flood. The overflow seeped out of her saturated cunt and down between them. The starchy odor was strong as the flow, leaving a glistening stream of their comes down her ass hole and onto the bed.
"Oh." Her head twisted on the pillow as she arched against him and a convulsive spasm ripped through her. Her nails raked the straining muscles of his back. "Oh. Ah. Darling," as her cunt filled and overflowed with his sperm.
He held her fiercely as the final spasms convulsed them both. Then his breath exploded in violent gasps and he fell exhausted onto her spent body. He dropped his face to her breasts, gulping for air.
"My dearest darling." She let her legs loosen, finally releasing him. She ran gentle fingers into his hair and pulled his face up to hers. "I love you, Raul."
He gazed deep into her tranquil face. There was no guile in her eyes. He had possessed her as he had never fucked the vagina of any other woman. She was his completely, and he knew it.
He should have been happy. He had been until the ecstasy broke, bringing the world crashing in on him again. His making love to Denise, as wonderful as it had been, had changed nothing. She was still another man's wife. Nothing had really changed. Gaby and Roger were out there waiting, depending on him,,,and the robbery...
She pulled his face down and kissed him tenderly. "Darling, how could we have wasted all these years?" Her eyes were clouded with tears.
He rolled away from her, and his slippery prick left a spot of seminal fluid on her belly and bush. "We? What's with the we?" he snarled. "You seem to forget: I begged you to come away with me."
She tried to pull him back. "I couldn't, darling, You know I couldn't."
He lit a cigarette for each of them. He gave Denise hers, saying, "Couldn't?" He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, the anguish of all the years, the hate he had for the village welling up inside of him. Without looking at her he drew on the cigarette and let smoke dribble out with his words. "Wouldn't, you mean."
"Raul, I love you. I've always loved you..."
"But you married Edouard."
"I never loved him, Raul. I married him from pure spite, I suppose. To get back at you. You must remember, I'm my father's daughter. I'm not a piece of baggage you check and come back to pick up again whenever you please."
He remembered her earlier remark. "What's this about Edouard being a pig?"
Her face contorted. "He is a pig. He lives like one, eats like one, even makes love like one. On our wedding night he rooted and snorted like a hog in a trough, as he stuck his grubby, prick into my cunt, and he came in moments. As soon as he shot his sperm, he pulled his slippery cock from me. I was in agony." She shuddered, hugging herself. "I can't even stand to have him put his penis in me any more."
In a surge of compassion, he folded her into his arms. Before long she slid down until her cheek rested on his thigh. Then she put her mouth to his well oiled prick head.
He stiffened. "No. Don't do that."
"Don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do." she blazed up at him. She braced up, put her hands against his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. "You're going to know me, Raul LePlaise. You're going to know me in every way it's possible for a man to know a woman."
With a sigh and a shrug, Raul lay back and let her have her way. Like sparks of electricity, jolts of fresh sensation shook him as she lavished her exotic love play on his body. He had been sure there was no response left in him. But he was wrong.
Her lips were warm and wet on his cock, her tongue tip pushed into his pee-hole as deep as she could. Her fingers splayed the head wider to allow her tongue to enter the dick-he ad ever deeper.
It took Denise only a few short minutes to prove to him just how wrong he was. Then a passion storm of pain-pleasure tore at him, and his torso left the bed in a straining arch. It was too much. It was too damned much.
But he had neither the will nor the strength to stop her. He shuddered and came. The sperm sprayed from his cock-head and shot into her mouth in spasm after spasm. It inundated her throat with his semen.
When that was over, he was left as weak as an hour-old kitten. For a moment he thought he had died. Yet that couldn't be, for he was in Heaven.
Finally he stirred, and said weakly, "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
Beside him, Denise caressed his chest and belly with teasing fingertips, kissing the hard planes of muscle. She smiled sleepily. "There is another way. As soon as you rest a minute..."
"Oh, no." he gasped. "No more. I'm all fucked out."
She laughed softly. Then her head came to rest at his shoulder. "All right, mon cher, there'll be other times for other ways."
They rested for a while, warm and close and deeply content. Then Denise said. "I must go now, sweet. We have to be careful. Whatever's in store for us in the future, we can't have spoiled by Edouard finding us like this."
Raul nodded agreement.
She got off the bed and began to dress. "Darling, I'm having a birthday party tomorrow night. I want you to be there."
"Oh, no. I'm not interested in socializing with your husband and his friends."
"It will be mostly my friends. I want to see you there." Her face was set in determination, her dark eyes flashing. He wondered why she wanted him so badly at her party. Was it to flaunt him in the face of her husband? Or did she really want him there just because it was her birthday?
Suddenly the reasons didn't matter. He wanted to see her at every opportunity and how better could he put to rest any suspicion about his purpose in the village than by renewing old acquaintances and making new?
"If you want me to, I'll come. But I doubt very much if Edouard will appreciate my being there."
"Don't worry about Edouard. He'd never in a thousand years believe another man would actually be fucking his wife."
He watched her finish dressing, experiencing a flicker of fresh desire when she bent slightly to cup her ample teats into the bra and snap it behind her.
He slipped off the bed and went to her. Holding hands like children, they moved to the door.
"Until tomorrow, my love," she whispered, leaning back to kiss him. Denise slid back within the protection of the door and leaned back against it, pressing it shut again. Then, embracing him she gingerly kissed his lips, and nestled her head against his chest. Before he could stop her, she slid to her knees before him, her arms entwined around his loins, and she put her mouth to the head of his prick again.
Her honey hair rubbed against him as Raul felt the silky warmth of her yearning mouth sucking on the head of his cock. Her sensuous lips and hot, agile tongue suddenly aroused his lust again to an unbelievable extent. His sucked prick grew hard and as she sucked on the shaft, her hand cupped and toyed with his balls.
Denise's head worked hungrily, speeding glorious sensations to the base of his spine. Then he suddenly grasped her head as his loins worked spasmodically in the grip of keen pleasure surges that roared through his overwhelmed body. She felt his prick pulsate as he was once again about to ejaculate. She removed her lips from his organ and grabbed it with her one hand, as her other one held his nuts in a hot grip.
Just then, his peak arrived, and white spurts burst from the head of his gleaming purple shaft. She held it in her hand and watched as large white drops arched from his prick and the sperm spurts shot out many feet, as she watched the milky jets spatter the floor.
When his prick stopped shooting, she kissed the limp tip, then she kissed his lips and left.