Chapter 4
Kathy was still asleep when the phone rang. At first, she thought she was just dreaming it, but it kept on ringing and ringing and woke her up. She pulled up her shorts and hurried to the phone. It had to be Paul! she thought. Paul calling to tell her that he was all right!
She snatched the phone from the receiver and gasped, "Hello? Paul?! "
There was a short pause before anyone answered.
"No, Mrs. Weems," said a gruff male voice, "this is Mr. Santiago, Merl."
"Oh! Are you calling about Paul?! God, is he all right? There hasn't been an accident or anything?" she asked, breathlessly.
'There hasn't been an accident, Kathy," Merl said, his voice edged with an odd huskiness.
She didn't like the affectionate way he said her name and she didn't like his beating around the bush when she was so worried! "What is it, then?! Do you know where he is?"
"Yes, Kathy, I do," he told her. "And there's been some trouble."
"Trouble! What kind of trouble?"
"I'm afraid it's far too serious to discuss over the phone," Merl said. "Could you possibly come over to the office right now?"
Kathy was miles ahead of him, or so she thought. She figured that he just wanted to get her over there alone, so he could force himself on her.
"It's awfully late," she said, "and I'm already dressed for bed. Can't this wait until morning?"
"No, it can't," he said. "By morning, your husband could already have lost his real estate license and be facing criminal charges."
"God!"
"I'm not exaggerating, Kathy," he said. "And this isn't just a ploy to have you come over here by yourself."
"Oh, no?"
"That's right. Paul is here with me."
"Then let me talk to him!"
"I'm sorry, but he says he doesn't want to talk to you," Merl lied. "I think he is very ashamed of what he's done. I think you'd better get over here quick."
"All right, I'll come," she said reluctantly. "But it'll be a few minutes, because I have to dress."
"Please, hurry," he said, then he hung up.
Kathy stood there, listening to the dial tone in bewilderment. Paul was in bad trouble, his professional career was on the line. The deep feeling she had for him welled up in her breast and tears rushed from her eyes. She still loved him! She had to go to him! She rummaged through her dresser, pulling on a pair of panties, adding a short skirt and a tube-top blouse, then sprinted barefoot for the station wagon in the garage.
Merl was so excited after he hung up the phone that he couldn't stand it. He had to let off some of the pressure in his bloated, sperm-laden testicles or explode. He wasn't worried about not being able to spring another erection because he knew that Paul's pretty little wife was on her way over, that she was about to fall right into his lascivious trap.
Fm going to get you, Kathy, he wheezed, pumping his fist over the throbbing length of his cock in a blur, causing the lust-bloated head to vibrate rapidly against the tightly squeezing ring of his masturbating fingers. Fm going to have that tight little body of yours squirming under me and Fm going to make sure that everyone else who wants a piece gets it, too!
The massive bulk of his body jerked suddenly and a thick strand of milky fluid shot from the angry head of his cock. Merl cursed as he watched the ropy stream spatter on the carpet. He grabbed the rim of his wastebasket and thrust his pumping, orgasming penis down into it, shooting gobs of his slippery cum all over the gray metal interior.
On the other side of the two-way mirror, the delirious couple thrashed about on the desktop like a pair of mating cats in some dark alley, their bodies fused as one by the lascivious heat of their forbidden passion.
Paul smiled down at her lust-contorted face, still beautiful despite the agonized grimace of rising desire that twisted her features into a mask of absolute surrender. She was close to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm. He grinned lewdly. His virile, muscular body was sweat-soaked, the tiny rivulets of perspiration dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto the naked married woman's tingling flesh.
He pumped up and down like a sex-machine, a deep-thrusting rhythm of long, hard strokes, every one boring to the hilt in her upturned crotch, pushing hard into the tight, moist grip of her cunt until his balls slapped lewdly into the smooth, hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground salaciously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy!
Paul could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of her wanton climax...he could feel her body tauten, every muscle, every sinew attuned to this wildly devastating ascent...another few seconds and she would be a screaming, scratching demoness in his arms!
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them scissor-like as she matched his pile driver cock thrusts ounce for ounce with the up-thrusting fervent flesh of her crotch. She ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had degenerated into a hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from screaming lest her husband next door hear. But it was increasingly difficult as the time bomb of her passion ticked toward the moment that was only seconds away...her nakedly writhing orgasm!
"Uhhhhggghh...don't stop...Paul! Don't stop! Harder! Harder!" she gasped, her eyes suddenly popping wide open as if a thousand volts had been sent through an electric line to her sensitively squirming pussy.
She choked back the scream that hung in her throat and Paul grinned sadistically as he saw her face flush with color, almost purplish, as she held back the jarring, satisfying yell that she knew she needed. He grabbed a quick, furtive breath, then stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his fucking...his cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy lips so fast that it seemed to heat up from the lascivious friction.
"Yes! Yes! I'm...cummmming! Cummmmming!" she gasped, louder than she wanted to, but still managing to hold back the scream she ached to empty from her lungs. Her knees pulled so far back that her toes curled in his longish dark hair and she impishly toyed with the lobes of his ears as she giggled hysterically beneath him in that babbling, mindless aftermath of her savage orgasm. She shook convulsively, gasping and choking for what little air she could manage, and every single spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body sucked another deep thrust from his still-rigid cock.
Paul slowed his ravishing pace mercifully, sensing that the beautiful married woman would be climbing the walls if he didn't. She shook and shuddered in the aftershocks of her adulterous orgasm, her arms and legs still locked around his sweaty back.
"Mmmmmmm...you're good, Paul! You're really good," she cooed to him. "Here I am a lump of jelly and you're still as hard as a rock! What a cock, darling...I love it, I just love it!"
Paul tried to look nonchalant, still on his elbows and knees over her, his pipe-hard cock between her upturned thighs. He gave it a playful push and felt her belly tighten around the deep-burrowed thickness of his erection.
"Ooooh, honey...take it out and lie down here," she whispered, her voice rich and husky with feminine passion. "No, wait, I've got a better idea...sit here beside me and watch!"
Paul levered upward and felt his stiffened rigidity slip from her taut cuntal wetness with a lurid plop!
"Wow, it's still hard as ever!" she gasped in amazement as he swung his weight off her and sat on the edge of the desk top. She squirmed out from under him and jumped up with surprising energy, vibrant and misted with a fine, glistening sheen of perspiration...buoyant with the exuberance of sated desires.
She crawled off the desk and dropped to her knees between his legs...only then did Paul realize what she planned as a surprise for him and his cock tightened in throbbing anticipation as he knew she was going to suck his cock! This beautiful, rich married woman was going to give him a blow job!
The naked woman ogled the steel-hard erection that stood up between his muscular thighs like an extra leg. Her fingers began to caress it lovingly like it was an ivory hand-carved work of priceless art. She stroked it anxiously, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, blood-engorged head as if it was an eye and she was hypnotized by its unblinking stare. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and forth, groaning with animalish excitement as she saw the bluish veins along the massive pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver with lust-heated blood!
She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Paul groaned with the tautening pain of his lust-swollen balls.
God, if she doesn't suck it soon, I'm going to explode right in her pretty face! Paul thought.
His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks rising off the edge of the desk as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his manly erection, her small, gentle hands everywhere at once...along the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of his testicles, tenderly caressing the leathery sack of his scrotum, the wispy hairs tickling her palms.
Then, with a lewd giggle, she pushed her head between his muscle-ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous, purplish head of his cock with her small pink tongue.
Paul gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his prick jerked into full aching erection, moistened now with the combined wetness of her pussy-juices and the warm saliva of her tongue and lips.
The naked woman, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been starved for days and was now offered a royal banquet of hard, hot cock!
She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of virile rigidity, drawing her ovaled mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of her clasping lips and tongue enclosed his prick in a fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with ex-quisitly rippling shock waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his erection in wild abandon.
Paul groaned anxiously and shoved his cock deeply down her throat, expecting her to gag and pull away as his wife always did when he attempted this, but to his bug-eyed amazement...she took it all!
This was no amateurish attempt at nibbling, something half-hearted to satisfy her need to bring him off...this was the real thing, fellatio as it was meant to be! The kind of performance you'd pay a whore twenty dollars for, but never get the real emotion this naked married woman was obviously experiencing...she wanted his cock, she wanted to eat him alive!
Paul groaned loudly as the encasing warmth of her mouth closed tightly around his cock, like a warm fist drenched in butter. He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large, firm breasts bobbing and squirming as she worked frantically between his wide-splayed thighs. The insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He could see it all happening...the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovaled around the thickness of his cock in an expression of cock-hungry lust as old as time!
She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laden orbs of his testicles with her opened palms; he could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her hands. They were swollen inhumanly, bloated with the pressure of his yet-to-come orgasm...and he knew that, in seconds, they would pump their viscous load right down this rich broad's cocksucking gullet!
He pushed hard into the ovaled softness of her mouth and gasped in astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his penis slide down her throat! She took it all without choking, the muscles of her throat constricting deliciously around the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly through her flared nostrils, her lips gaping to the splitting point around his throbbing cock...and the lascivious sensation of fucking deep into this rich, married woman's throat brought him off.
Paul's head went back and he grunted once, his pelvis shuddering like a tree in the wind, and his bloated balls began to pump like a pair of tiny engines, gushing the thick, sticky rush of semen up and along the pole of virile flesh that was so deeply imbedded down her ravaged throat passage. He felt the white-hot torrent ripple down the length of his cock and explode from the end like a hail of scatter-shot from a shotgun barrel.
The gushing viscous spurts ricocheted down her gullet, swirling hotly down into her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock with exquisite pressure until every drop of his sperm was swirling thickly in her belly.
Finally, she lifted her head from between his thighs, licking the last of his semen from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"That was wonderful, Paul," she said, her voice hoarse from emotion and from the repeated impacts of all that cock pounding her throat.
"I passed the test, huh?" he said, grinning at her.
"With flying colors," she said, lifting his softening cock and planting a warm, moist kiss right on his hairy scrotum. Then she looked up at him impishly and said, "Are you ready for another go around?"
"Huh? What?" Paul said, blinking at her in astonishment. He'd heard of some pretty horny women in his time, but this lady realtor took the cake. "You want it again, right now?"
Benecia nodded, rubbing the silky smooth side of her lovely face against his sticky wet genitals. "Sucking you like that and drinking all your hot cum has got me all hot and bothered again."
Paul wanted to fuck her again, but he was sure he couldn't get another erection up so quickly. "I'd like to," he said, apologetically, "but I think it's too soon."
Benecia gave him a petulant glance. "Do you think I can't get you up again?" she asked. "You just watch me!"
Paul groaned as the married woman smothered his limp penis with hot kisses, then moved her mouth lower and began licking at his pendulous testicles. It felt good, all right, but it hurt, too. And then she was lifting his scrotal sack aside and swirling her hot, moist tongue in behind it.
"God!" he croaked, as the tingling, tickling tongue squirmed through the tuft of sparse hair behind his balls, straining to reach the tightly wrinkled ring of his rectum. Never in his life had he ever been with a woman so totally uninhibited. He had thought that such females were mythical, the creations of some frustrated male's imagination. But here he was, getting his ass licked by one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen!
"Nuhhhh!" she moaned, stretching her tongue to the limit, teasing it over his tightly clamped sphincter, shuddering with delight as she felt the flaccid shaft of his cock begin to flex, to jerk about on top of her head like a beached whale.
"Ohhhh!" Paul exclaimed, as he watched his recently depleted penis surge to life, stiffening, growing hard and long under the thrilling caresses directed at his anus. There was no stopping it! It grew and grew until it was as big around as it had ever been and the skin of its sheath was pulled so tight over the swollen inner bone that the great bulbous head was flattened like the head of a snake by the incredible tension.
After giving him one last, loving, wet slurp of her tongue, Benecia withdrew her head from between his legs. She eyed the monstrous hard-on with salacious hunger, running her fingertips lightly over its obscenely arching length.
"Quick, Paul," she moaned deliriously, "lay down on your back, I want to ride your big, hard cock!"
Panting with renewed sex hunger, Paul let her push him down on the desk top and watched as the lovely married woman clambered up next to him, straddling his thighs with hers, reaching down and picking his stone-hard cock up from his stomach and bending it down to meet the drooping pink mouth of her hair-fringed fissure.