Chapter 5
Apparently Sally was so stung with liquor that she couldn't even make it to the bathroom by herself. "I'll help you, dear," said Viola, getting up and taking her arm. The two women stumbled off toward the bathroom.
Randy shrugged when he and Cliff were alone. "Sally never could hold her liquor," he said, standing up. "Ah, hell, I think I'll take a walk on the terrace."
"I'll put on some music," said Cliff, going over to the stereo. "Maybe the girls will get it together before very long."
In the bathroom, Viola held Sally's shoulders and stroked her shining blonde hair as she threw up. She mouthed imprecations like, "There, there, dear, just get it out of your system. That's the best way."
"I'll be all right," coughed Sally. "I'm all right now. Just go back in with the others. I'll be in, in a minute."
Viola nodded, stroked her hair one last time, and left. She smiled to herself. Drink was Sally's weakness. That should have occurred to her sooner.
She took the long way back to the living room and peered in on Cliff putting some stereo records on what he called his "jukebox".
But Randy was nowhere around. Could he have gone to the upstairs bathroom? She peered into the kitchen. He wasn't there.
And then she saw him. Standing out there on the patio. Alone.
There didn't seem any reason for words between them. Randy threw away his cigarette and swept her up into his arms almost the second she appeared on the patio. She kissed him back breathlessly, her throat husky with sighs. Her mouth opened as his mashed down on hers, his tongue stuffing itself up through her open, passion-drenched lips and licking the sides of her mouth. He clutched her tall, voluptuous body against his hard maleness, and Viola replied by clutching his head so that she could kiss him better, and grinding her cunt and everything else against him so that he could be in no doubt as to what she had.
His hand came up and grabbed one well-rounded cheek of her buttocks. A shiver of delight blasted through Viola's rapidly moistening slit and all the way up into her loins like molten lava. His fingers squirmed deeply into that nether crevice, rubbing her nylon panties material against her sensitive twitching anus. Viola thought she was going to swoon. She thrust her tongue wildly all over his mouth, pausing just long enough to murmur: "Where can we meet, darling?" her hot, lascivious breath all over his face like an open blast furnace.
"Right here," he panted, lifting up her dress and running his hands right up the center of her quivering legs. His molten hot knob had come up between her legs. She moaned as his fingers sliced into her passion-drenched panties, pulling aside the slippery elastic leg band and plunging his fingers right into her oozing wet pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Cliff," she breathed, in her passion using the wrong name. She squirmed her copiously flowing cunt down onto his raping hand. "We mustn't not here..."
He was partly pushing, partly carrying her, to the terrace wall. Viola marveled at the strength in his fine young arms. She was scarcely capable of resistance now, she was so worked up. She would have lain back on the stone patio with her legs spread, had he insisted, with no thought of her husband at all.
He lifted her with seeming effortlessness onto the stone wall, forcing her legs apart and getting to his knees.
"Randy darling," she stammered, "what-what are you doing now, down there, darling ... oh..."
Randy pushed her dress all the way up her quivering thighs and dug with both hands through the seeping sides of her panties, working his fingers into the curling black hairs, then gradually upward towards the boiling, expectant folds of her cunt, where the flood had become a torrent of steaming lust. She gasped and curled her fingers into his gorgeous curly hair. This was moving altogether more swiftly than Viola had expected. What if someone should come out here and find them...
But her desires were in such a frantic state that she was happy to tell herself that surely she would hear anyone coming and have plenty of time to rearrange the situation. This rationalization allowed her to give way completely.
"God, you're beautiful, Viola," she heard the handsome young Randy exult below her, drawing her panties down and breathing hoarsely. Her legs felt all trembling and unreliable. After all these weeks of desperate, intoxicating expectancy, she didn't know what to do or say; she was almost totally at a loss.
It was such a warm evening that she hadn't worn any stockings, so he was able to pull her nylon panties effortlessly down around her ankles, to where they dangled foolishly. Finally he ripped them off with a flourish and Viola could feel all the butterflies fluttering wildly in her belly. The night air was zephyr cool and all the houses around them were dark. She was completely at a loss as Randy pressed her legs up at a wide angle on the low stone wall and worked his face between her shivering thighs, licking and teasing at them as he went. She could feel that handsome sun tanned face like a warm towel between her legs, his hot breath seemingly everywhere. His tongue was at the top of her thighs, licking mercilessly. His nose had teased her pubic hair, and she could feel his breath hot on her exposed and vulnerable pussy. It was all getting to be too much. She felt as if she were going to faint. It was obscene for his face to be so close to her open and helplessly throbbing cunt, yet at the same time it was ravishingly exciting. She knew that she shouldn't let him go any further, yet at the same time...
"I adore you, Viola."
She gasped. The romantic import of his words were like teeth nipping at the dense moist triangle of her naked vagina. She ran her fingers into his hair again and sighed. His hands were underneath her thighs now, positioning her so that she would be most conveniently placed for his continuing assault. Her cunt twinged and jerked in reaction as his nose stroked the outermost lips of her pussy, and then he was moving forward, forward without hesitation...
Viola inhaled sharply as his mouth found its target and began demonstrating its utmost devotion to her magnificent body. She squirmed slightly and he clenched her buttocks more tightly, still arranging her. Then there was one quick rush of his thick moist tongue, and she felt as if the warm fleshy folds of her sex were being forced open with a hot iron bar.
"Oh, Randy," she groaned, shutting her eyes before this furious onslaught that allowed her no room to negotiate for what was obscene and what was not. Her breathing was harsh and labored. His tongue in her soft wet channel just put her out of her mind with desire. There was no stopping now, even had she wanted to. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around the long smooth length of his tongue that was lapping so deeply around up inside her aching flesh. Small quick gasps were followed by tiny mewling grunts as he began curling and flicking his moist wet tongue in the folds of her cunt. He pushed his lips in closer and began to lap like a man possessed. Viola lost all connection as to who or what she was. She knew only that her organs were throbbing and on fire. In a way she felt as if she were dying under the furious lashing of that wild, handsome young tongue.
And then he located her bobbing, sensitive clitoris, which was still the clitoris of a young girl of sixteen. With a single dramatic flick of his educated tongue, developed over so many high school girls at Evanston Township High, he drove Viola right over the line into seventh heaven. There was a burst of orange light and she felt as if an electric cattle prod was bursting in the folds of her cunt. The total effect was blinding. He took the tender pleasure bud in his teeth and nipped and pulled gently, then he lapped her all the more wildly, sucking, licking, nipping as his passion moved him. He wasn't just working her up, but really loved licking her between her thighs. Consequently the total effect on Viola's love-starved nerves was fantastic. Her cries were one long continuous moan now as his mouth sluiced, bit and gnawed at the raw wet wound of her aching sex.
By now her cuntal folds seemed to cover his face like a mask, a jellyfish flung against his eager nose and mouth. All he could breathe was her. She writhed and churned her desire-filled loins above him, moaning all out of control.
"O h o h oh-ooohhhhhhaaaahlihhh," she chanted, delirious from the wonderful obscene drawing of her loins into his hungrily working mouth. He could feel the muscles of her thighs hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamable animal desire. Her vagina flowered open another tiny bit with every wild, swiping lick, her moisture a veritable flood, running in warm trickles down the sides of Randy's cheeks. By now there was no holding back or disguising it she was hurtling forward into an absolutely nerve-destroying orgasm that seemed to have no beginning nor any ending.
He could sense very well that she was ready to cum, sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body. He licked and sucked with wilder urgency as her moans, groaning, whines and whimpering broke like waves over his glistening young curly head. He would have liked to ram his cock into those hot, squirming confines and feel her cunt throbbing all around it, but he wanted to make her cum this way, too. There was lots of time for all the rest of the things they would have in mind and find to do. Some day soon now he would fuck her shitless and explode into her white, curvaceous little belly with himself in rhythm to her urgent cries of fulfillment. His cock fairly ached with the anticipation of it.
But for now Viola cried out and her legs worked around his head as if she were pedaling a bicycle. Then everything in her seemed to explode at once right out through her hair ends and toenails. She clutched his hair tightly, every muscle in her body straining, aching for completion, and then it was there!
There!
A million blinding suns as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her flaming flesh as wave after wave of cum splashed through the walls of her vagina and down into his mouth as he continued to tongue and lick her right to the very end.
Randy felt as if he were drowning in her orgasmic love-juice. He had never before sucked a girl to such a splendid, spectacular, en trail-tearing completion. Viola seemed to tight him off, then groaned unintelligibly, then finally subsided into an endless moan of ecstasy. He drank the juice of her loins and allowed it to cover his face like honey, his cock throbbing with delirium and desire, his balls aching to plunge his heavily throbbing hardness deep into her quivering pussy and fuck her until she cried out for mercy.
And then suddenly there was a harsh white light streaming out onto the terrace.
Randy was the first to look up. Viola was going through the final wave of her climax and was a gibbering idiot, dead to the world. So it was Randy who saw Sally's curvaceous blonde figure standing there in the doorway.
Frantic, irrational excuses ran like lightning through his bewildered head. He could say that he had dropped something and was looking for it. Viola just happened to be sitting on the wall. She had lifted up her dress in order that he could search better.
But how could he explain that wild, mindless orgasm she was passing through? An attack of hay fever?
"This isn't what it looks like, dearest," he found himself saying, getting up and moving toward her. Sally still hadn't spoken. As he neared her he saw that her hand was covering her mouth. The rest of her beautiful face was frozen solid.
Suddenly, uttering a little cry like that of a whimpering baby, she ran from the doorway. Randy watched her go with a helpless feeling in his chest as if an apple had lodged in his larynx. Whatever happened, he knew that after tonight their lives would never be the same again. His shoulders slumped and he looked back at Viola.
Breathing heavily, she had dislodged herself from the patio wall and was smoothing her dress. She looked at him across the night with cat-like eyes.
"Nothing is going to be the same after tonight, darling," she said as if she were reading his mind, and she took his hand. Her other hand came up around the back of his neck to draw his face down to hers for an ardent, open-mouthed kiss. She rubbed up against him and brought one hand down to grip the erection in his crotch. It was every bit as big and hard as she expected, and it took her breath away. Nothing would be the same again after tonight. Indeed.
Cliff didn't know what to say when Sally suddenly came rushing into the living room, weeping her fool head off. He finally managed lamely, taking her hand as she sat sobbing on the couch, "What's the matter, Sally?"
But she only shook her head and continued weeping copiously. She said something in a harsh, un-Sally-like croak, but he could scarcely make out what it was. Finally he just sat there holding her hand, waiting for her to stop. But where were Randy and Viola? Surely this was more their job than his.
It seemed like an age before Sally was anywhere near calming down. He had never seen a woman cry so much in his life. Tears welled from her eyes like water over Niagara. Meanwhile he put his arm around her shoulders and took her hand in his. This was nothing at all like any experience he had ever had before in his life. Viola was not a crier, nor had any of the girls before her been. He was not a man much used to comforting women. His mother and sisters had all been strong, stalwart types not fazed much by anything. The only time he had ever seen his mother shed a tear had been at his father's bier, and then it had only been just that, a tear.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Sally said abruptly. "Will you come with me?" she asked, holding his hand tightly. "Don't let me go alone."
The old, familiar excitement pulsated through him when her grip tightened on his hand. He hadn't for a long time wanted to admit it to himself, but he was half afraid that he was falling in love with this gorgeous young blonde girl half child, half woman. For a long time now he had suspected as much. He never wanted to stop gazing at that beautiful tanned face of hers, the small upturned nose, the rich, full, pouty young lips with their sexy lower jut, her deep blue eyes with those fluttery, long dark brown lashes, the bright gold hair swept back at the front into lovely waves over the top of her head, then out again into a long shining pony tail. He adored her tiny, shell-like and kissable ears, her face, everything about the way she looked and spoke and walked. To say nothing of the primeval elegant magnificence of her buxom and well-hipped body, with its almost non-existent wasp-like waist. She was not tall on the heroic scale, like Viola, but rather she was cuddly and wildly sexual in all her appearance and movement, like a big blonde furry teddy-but with tits and thighs that could drive a man mad. Nor was she stubby by any means but rather she was perfectly proportioned in all respects, with long legs and well formed calves, knees and thighs. Everything about her was shapely beyond compare. She was a hairless, honey-tanned wonder, and Cliff would have given anything to possess her.
He wondered occasionally if Viola had any clue as to how his tensions were rising. Sally was just too eminently desirable for any man to have ignored her for very long. Cliff found himself dreaming about her at night and conjuring in his head what it might be like to be kissing her mouth and squeezing her breasts as his body rode up between her hips. But the very thought was so exquisite that his imagination had prompted the first ecstatic wet dream he'd had since he was a teenager. Now he had had several spontaneous cums at night thinking about Sally, and he had been dreadfully afraid that Viola would notice. How could one explain a thing like that in a man his age?
But Viola didn't appear to notice, thank goodness. She was blissfully ignorant. Occasionally he thought to assuage his burning desire for this young blonde in Viola, but had finally given up considering that. It would spoil his admiration of Sally somehow, or so he thought. And furthermore, it might make Viola suspicious. He had been impotent for so long, that it might look strange if he suddenly were to become a ball of fire. No, it was best to leave sleeping dogs lie, even if they were the dogs of sex. Why stir up unnecessarily something which had lain in such quietude for so long? Particularly if it might have to return to that quiet state soon again? Why build false hopes?
"Sure. I'll go to the bathroom with you, Sally. Hold onto my arm."
She took his arm and he could feel the full, firm ripeness of her hot young breast bumping against him as they stumbled to the bathroom, where she threw up again all over the toilet while he averted his face.
She stumbled out while he cleaned up after her. Then he took her arm and led her upstairs to the bedroom, saying, "Maybe you'd better he down a little bit. You don't look so good."
Sally nodded lifelessly as he led her to the bed. He helped her lay down on it and then slid off her shoes, rubbing her feet gently as he did so.
"That's so good, Cliff," she murmured with a sigh, touching his face. "Thanks so much."
Her touch was like a high voltage wire. It galvanized his juices. Immediately his penis began jerking in the direction of complete rigidity. His face flushed beet red, and he almost didn't trust himself to speak. His heart was beating like an African tom-tom in his chest.
"Is there anything I can get you?" he asked brokenly.
"I think I'd better have another little drink to calm my nerves," she answered surprisingly.
He didn't think it was wise for her to have any more alcohol, but he was in no position to argue. The mere touch of her hand put him in such a state that he would have gladly ridden into the jaws of death for her now. So he merely gulped and nodded, and went downstairs to fix her a mild highball.