Chapter 9
She lay flat on her back as he stood above her. Her eyes stared from under the fringe of her eyelashes, noting the way he walked toward the bed, away from the bed, toward the bed, sipping his scotch. He finished half his drink, then dipped his fingers into the glass, pulled out the ice cubes, and put them on the windowsill. Heat from the sun would melt them into pools of water, and then they would evaporate, all in less than an hour.
When Tom approached the bed again, Susan saw the look of intensity written on his face, and she felt panic overtake her for a moment. Why was he staring at her that way?
The hand with the glass moved between her legs, as did his other hand. Without a word, he used the fingers of his free hand to part the lips of her cunt, and then he poured his remaining cold scotch right into her pussy. Most of it came splashing out onto the bed, but some of it freezingly went all the way inside, and she felt a mixture of sensations.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee yyyyaaaahhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, feeling cold and yet stinging from the alcohol touching her tender membranes. "Tom, what are you doing?"
"I like to drink my scotch from a tasty cup," he smiled.
The frightened woman shrank back instinctively as the hands of this man she had come to regard with respect, as well as love, began roaming all over her white body, one hand cold from having held onto the glass, the other hand warm, though with wet fingertips since he had gotten her vagina soaked when he had splashed the scotch all over it, and he had soaked his fingertips with the fluid, as well.
"Tom, what are you doing ... no ... don't , . . please...," she begged, desperately trying her best to squirm away.
"Susan, I told you a long time ago, I want you silent and still," Tom insisted, and there was something in the even, steady tone of his voice that made the redhead understand he meant what he was saying. By now, she knew only too well how enraged he was capable of becoming if she didn't do things right. There was no doubt he was in a state of anxiety in spite of the fact that he had come some minutes earlier.
Tom was determined to make her understand he was the ruler in this tiny little kingdom. He would give her some freedom when she merited it, but not a moment before.
His mouth, smelling of liquor, came down on hers, and she tasted the scotch as he licked her tongue. They kissed violently again and again, his hands running over the fullness of her soft, white, pink-tipped breasts. Then his hands once again returned to the center of her womanhood, the fount which contained much scotch within, teasing the pink lips of her cunt, making her aware of how ultra-sensitive she was internally because of the way the alcohol continued tantalizing her inner mucous membranes. It was agonizing, yet arousing, and she realized, in spite of having had an orgasm, her cunt hadn't been touched at the time, and as a result, the vaginal walls, as well as the clitoris, in spite of being douched with alcohol and overly sensitive, still ached for some inner satisfaction.
Susan lay perfectly still on the bed, afraid to breathe at the moment, terrified of provoking this man again. She was aware by now how quick he was to anger. He was no longer the caring, patient man he used to be, and she was beginning to understand that some of it had to do with her former attitude, though she refused to reconcile herself to ever having been wrong.
But he surprised her. Instead of roughly manhandling her as she had expected, he was suddenly gentle.
Christ! He was constantly amazed at how arousing she was, so that even though he had come only minutes earlier, and he was not yet capable of an erection, he still felt desire for this woman. His excited gaze moved hungrily, anxiously over the swells of her body, for no matter how many times he saw her, and no matter how often he felt her, it just wasn't enough. He loved drinking in the slender curves, the deep hollows, the alabaster color of her flesh, noting the full swell of her thighs. His eyes always loved lingering over the delicate molding of her hips as well as the perfect shapes of her breasts. Susan didn't have large breasts, but neither did she have small ones. They were round, full, swollen, more than a handful-definitely more than a mouthful-and firmer and far more upstanding than those of most girls half her age.
His hands continued wandering over her luscious form, sliding along the crevices between her thighs and her trunk teasing her again and again, tantalizing her flesh, making multitudes of little circles on her ivory flesh while his eyes looked at the rich pinkness under the reddish-gold fluff on her pelvis. The inner vaginal lips had turned from soft pink to deep pink because of the irritation of the alcohol he had spilled over them. But it was obvious her cunt was as aroused as it was irritated.
His fingers brushed against the fleecy red-gold on her pelvis, and he knew the treasure beneath was far more valuable than any gold in the entire world. The central core of her was a flashing wetness that lured him ever deeper.
Susan winced, her silky, smooth, marble-white thighs stirring because of the combined stimuli of his fingers and the scotch he had poured into her pussy. Her arms stiffened in resistance for a moment, yet even as they did so, she discovered her pelvis tilting upward in unconscious reaction to the lewd probing of his sizzling hand.
Still controlled to some extent by years of repulsion concerning men, Susan forced her loins to finally retreat, pulling the lips of her tantalizing vaginal culvert away from his fingers as she softly ground her naked buttocks into the soaked mattress in an attempt to escape from his constant advance. He tugged his fingers back not wanting to force this on her since she was the one who would be enjoying all this the most. His hands slid around and beneath the softness of her bouncy buttocks, feeling the muscles inside flexing involuntarily, until he had cupped her satin-smooth buttocks tightly, letting the tips of his fingers caress them in a slow, tantalizing circular motion.
Susan suddenly realized she was reacting automatically to what he was doing. Her body didn't even take the time to think. It felt good, really good. This was the way she had always prayed it would feel when her husband had animalistically forced himself on her and fucked her again and again. She was aware by now that her husband was a breed apart from other men. Tom, on the other hand, was at the other extreme, a man who at times seemed only too sensitive to what she had wanted and needed. Yes, she realized she had abused him because she had categorized him, and all men, with her husband. Things with Tom were definitely different. All she had to do was simply yield.
For once, Susan's mind stopped thinking as Tom's hands continued playing with her hips and buttocks, feeling her, arousing her, making her thrill to every inner sensation. She realized she had no choice but to accept the ecstasy of his thrilling touch. Now when his fingers moved toward her vaginal mouth, her thighs remained wide apart in spite of the alcoholic tingling in her inner membranes. His palm lay flush against the lips of her steaming pussy, his strong pulse beating in time to the throbbing pressure in her labia. This time she didn't resist at all as he gently pressed his middle finger between the soft folds of her flaming cunt, sending spasmodic waves of joy shooting through her like currents of lightning.
"Ahhhhh ... oooohhhh ... wwwwaaahhhhh ... yyeeeeesssss..." Susan hissed, hardly able to believe the way she was sexually responding. In so short a time she had become a completely feeling individual, at least on a physical level.
Tom was moving his middle finger slowly, circularly, while sliding the digit in and out of her seeping vent, feeling the sucking way her inner walls clung to the finger. He intensified the circular movements of the finger, widening them more than a little, yet unable to widen them too much because her inner self was very restrictive and would always remain so. He was staring at the rich labia, his breath causing the reddish-gold tendrils of hair above the cunt to flutter. He pressed his thumb forward and let it slide through her pink slit, straight up until it touched her clitoris.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh...." Susan gasped, moaning as her mouth fell open, her smooth legs slamming into the bed's mattress again and again, causing her body to lift itself from the bed. He held his finger there, teasing the vitally sensitive little bell-button, driving rapid shocks of shuddering pleasure through Susan's wiggling, squirming body.
This was incredible! He was aware of the hot, wild center of her loins flexing all the more strongly, making him aware her responses were far stronger than those of any ordinary woman, or at least of any woman he had always thought of as ordinary. Her sucking cunt surrounded his finger so tightly, it was as if the vaginal orifice was actually begging to be fucked. Her pussy was pinkly and receptively enticing. The soft hair-fringed outer labia formed a blazing collar of rich fur around the faintly contracting petal-shaped rose-hole that was her vagina, and Tom's eyes widened in continually mounting passion as he stared down at the rich folds of flesh. This was the time for him to really make her understand the meaning of full passion. Having come himself, he had himself under some sort of control, well aware that although Susan was his slave, and easily susceptible to stimulation, she was not a totally willing slave by any means. This was merely another step in showing her what complete humility on her part would eventually bring. He knew one wrong move on his part might ruin everything he had worked for, but Tom had no intention of making any wrong moves. At this point, all moves would, in the long run, be right moves.
The sight of the sodden cunt, with scotch still seeping out of it, was too much for Tom Warren. Any last spark of reason had finally disappeared as he stared hungrily and thirstly at the feast of flesh and drink spread before him. With an inarticulate cry he suddenly leaned down and buried his head between the red-blonde's thighs, his long, thick tongue shooting snake-like into the seething center of her aching cunt.
"Ohhhh ... deeeeaaarrrr ... L-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrrrd!" Susan gasped, startled beyond belief by what was happening as she felt the searing contact of Tom's licking tongue flick against her vaginal opening. This was beyond belief.
True she had been forced to suck his cock until she had enjoyed it, but the penis was something external, and as a result, easy to keep clean. A woman's vagina was internal, and therefore much more difficult to keep free of germs and smells. No matter how careful she was about cleaning out her vagina, Susan had always believed her cunt had some form of germs growing inside. Once, she'd even had a D and C to make sure she was all right in there.
Looking down at the obscene sight of Tom's face pressed flush against her vagina, she found herself clamping her legs tightly together. A spasm of revulsion was shooting through her, and she did her best to desperately squirm free, but the fingers of the man gripped her buttocks and tightly held her crotch jammed to his face, his tongue attacking the depths of her cunt again and again. He licked deeply, making loud, slurping sounds the entire time.
"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... dear God ... n-o-o-o-o ... this is wrong ... wrong ... wrong ... all wrong...." she moaned as he stabbed the thickness of his heavy tongue into her again, filling the defenseless split of her pussy.
Why? she wondered. Why, after forcing her to do certain things, but making them so wonderful, did he have to spoil everything? Why did he have to show her what a total animal he was after the revelation that he was capable of caring and loving?
She struggled, this time determined to pull herself free. It was one thing for him to dominate her, but it was something else again for him to become a cannibal and chew on her delicate lower flesh. She struggled, gripping his hair, screaming as she tugged on it, wildly jerking this way and that in an effort to free herself.
Somehow, in some way, she managed to pull his face from her cunt, seeing it all covered with the dripping mess that had been secreted from her internal self. He smelled of vaginal oil and scotch, and the look in his eyes was one of surprise, astounded that she should reject this considering he had made her accept his cock in her mouth. She kicked at his shoulders, and for a moment she was free. Rolling to her left, she was off the bed and on her feet, staring down at Tom, who was sitting up.
"You ... you animal!" she screamed at him. "How in the name of all that's all that's holy do you dare do anything like that? That's disgusting!"
Once again she saw anger beginning to build up in his eyes, and she ran from the room, more than a little anxious to get away from him. She was in the large outer room now, panting, turning to see if he would follow.
But to her surprise he didn't. Rather he was enraged, gnashing his teeth, working himself up into a lather, and so she ran to the other bedroom and slammed the door, locking herself in.
A moment later, he knocked at the door.
"All right, Susan," he said to her. "I tried being nice to you, doing something for you, and it didn't work. From now on, no more Mr. Nice-Guy. You come out of there now, or I'll break the door down."
Sighing, she unlocked the door and followed him to the other room, where she changed the sheets, and slept very badly beside him.