Chapter 7
Phil never thought she would do it. Bewildered, he rolled down the window and let the warm summer air, so humid you could taste it, streak through his hair. His right arm slipped around her shoulders, drawing her close to him. His soft lips kissed the honey of her hair, the warm tip of his tongue lathing the shell-like rim of her ear.
Out of the corner of one brown eye, he studied her profile, noticing a softness to the finely chiseled curves of her face. Her eyes seemed wider, more full of life, somehow, as if she were trying to take in everything around her instead of blocking it out as was her habit.
Maybe the week alone moping over her treatment of him helped smooth the edges of her temperament, he thought, turning into the parking lot outside of Carrie's apartment house.
At dinner she had stared at him over her fork with hungry eyes ƒ_" like a man watching a woman strut by in a tight, split skirt. She was assaying him, judging his masculinity it seemed. That didn't sit well with a man of Phil Carmichael's ilk. Wearily, he scratched his brain for an answer to this sudden sexual curiosity.
"How's school teaching going?" he asked, trying to keep the subject on her in fear of a sudden Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde transformation, should the subject of the x-rated movie in his apartment rear its ugly head. Struggling to keep the lid on his itchy temperament, he maintained a placid coolness uncharacteristic of his normally bawdy, direct self.
"Fine... " came an answer, breathy and gushing of femininity. Softly her lips parted with an obvious conscious effort and the tip of her tongue trailed down a dribble of red wine on the crystal glass. Her blue eyes were leveled on him as she licked up the droplet.
Phil shivered in his seat. What the hell was she up to? She appeared far too calm, too in control of herself for having taught at the ghetto school where reports of confiscated knives and handguns were common newspaper items relegated to the back page of the Atlanta Sentinel. Worse: She hadn't mentioned Sharon. Phil gulped and choked down his rare steak with a heady drink of wine. Once he got her back to her apartment and got down to the nitty gritty, he would discover the truth of this abrupt change.
Candlelight shimmered over the crystal wine goblets. Carrie stared at her husband-to-be, studied the firm set to his chin, the deep set eyes penetrating and uncharacteristically skittish tonight. With calm, even movements, she lifted the chunks of crabmeat to her mouth and savouring the succulence, parted her lips with the deliberation of a woman about to please her man. The warmth of her tongue tip on the cool wine glass sparked memories, strangely pleasant, of feeling Cederick's tongue slip between her soft lips.
Images and sensations of her father peeling down the coverlet and pressing his drunken, warm body to her youthful one, dissolved. The guilt that had festered, the fear of having cheated her mother out of her husband's affections, lifted like morning fog. The fixation that had haunted her was gone. A nervousness twittered in the pit of her stomach now, like a thousand galloping butterflies flying north.
Carrie shoved aside her seafood salad, barely touched. "I'm full... that was delicious, but I'm really full... "
A pair of bewildered eyes watched her strut about her apartment, the clinging jersey of her knit dress hugging the firm full moons of her buttocks. Phil scratched his head and squinted, slowly shaking his head. She never walked like that before, taking leggy strides to make her ass cheeks wiggle. Christ, she was acting like that black slut, Sharon! Every inch of her flesh seemed to ooze sensuality. Normally she was an iceberg of fear!
Only one way to test a woman, and that was in the bedroom. Carrie had always been a hellish prick tease, but so help him, if this was another preview, only to have the curtain pulled before the first act, she would be damned sorry!
Since the rape two days before, Carrie Osgood had come to understand a few basic truths about the male gender. One, they were the dominant sex; two, she wanted them to be the dominant sex. Subconsciously, she had learned that to propel a man into action showed a womanly strength that evened out the power play between the sexes.
"Let's... ah, go in the bedroom." Phil jerked his head toward the room off the living room, where a streak of yellow lamp light bathed the walls in a sensuous glow. On the night stand was a silver vase with a yellow rose. He took that as an omen. Slipping an arm around her nipped in waist, he guided her to the bed. No fight... so far so good.
When he worked at the zipper of her dress, kissing her neck as he yanked the garment free, she offered no resistance. Working fast, before she changed her fickle mind, he pushed the bodice of her dress down to her elbows and stripped her arms free of it. Down came the straps of her black brassiere, down over the naked creaminess of her shoulders.
His fingers were cool against her warm flesh, and he could hear her heart pound as he stroked, fondled and caressed her naked breasts until her nipples were hardened nubs of desire.
She purred from deep within her chest.
His mouth mashed against hers, his tongue slipping easily between her teeth. Nudging her back on the bed, he lay her down, his hand shooting under her dress to stroke her smooth stockinged thighs. His fingers, like little soldiers, crept along the smooth flesh until they reached the warmth of her pussy mound. Christ, she was steaming down there! So the iceberg was finally melting! Just what caused this sudden thaw, he hadn't time to ponder now.
"Let's strip down these panty hose," he muttered thickly, working his hands up to her waist and hooking his thumbs in the elastic band, yanked them down to her knees. Carrie kicked off her high heels and compliantly lifted her buttocks to allow him the freedom to pull them off her legs. Searching for the oily nub of her clitoris, he touched the magic button with the pad of his cold finger, bringing a mewl of pleasure from her chest. In tiny polishing circles, he rubbed it, bringing it to a hard, throbbing erection ƒ_" like a small, baby cock!
"Mmmmmm... " she groaned" throatily. Relentlessly, he stroked the nub of flesh until her buttocks ground softly in circles into the mattress and up against the palm of his hand. The touch was electrifying, maddening and oh, so wonderful! Carrie's fluttering eyelids opened and her pale blue eyes stared up into his face.
Abruptly, her forehead furrowed. Something was wrong. She glanced about the room with anxious, rabbit-darting eyes. A fluttering of expectation and fear of disappointment too subtle to register in her mishmashed mind, charged through her. Then he called out her name.
"Carrie? Is something wrong?"
Dumbly, she shook her head. Closing her eyes, she lay back, breathing deeply, feeling a moistness in the nest between her thighs He was on top of her then, rubbing the tenting bulge of his penis into the soft bowl of her belly, bruising her pubic bone from the roughness of his gabardine pants. Blanking her mind to all but sensation, she found herself responding, sliding her moist pussy up and down, reveling in the sweet friction.
Reaching under her, he yanked at the jersey dress until it fell to the bedroom carpet.
Shivering beneath him, naked and vulnerable, she sucked in her breath as his soft, warm lips claimed a budding nipple. He sucked, gently, using his front teeth to taunt it into full erection. His hand reached up caress her softly swelling breasts, possessing them, mashing them to her slender ribcage.
His finger felt for the oily nub of her clitoris and worked deliriously. Then it was gone.
Blinking open her glassy eyes, she watched him tear at the buttons of his shirt. The mattress squeaked as he lifted his weight and stripped naked. His nostrils flared from the musky scent of his inflamed genitals, an intoxicating, aphrodisiac! The warm flesh, hard and pounding, rubbed against the soft bowl of her belly, and she felt the warm ooze of pre-cum streak across her belly.
Phil reared back and changed positions until they lay in reverse, with his hot cock dangling before her flushed cheeks. Grunting, he spread his thighs on either side of her head. "Lick me, honey... nice and sweet with that baby tongue."
Every nerve in his muscular body keened for rejection, he shivered as the first babyish lick of her soft, wet tongue teased at the slitted eye of his cock heard. Phil gulped in disbelief and awe.
Carrie's soft fist closed around the blue-veined hunk of flesh throbbing in her warm hand, and slid the foreskin back the way they had done. With a deep groan of acceptance, she shoved it into her mouth like a starving man. The man taste of him piqued her tastebuds.
Kittenishly, she began to suck, using her tongue, swirling it around her hot, rubbery head, jabbing delicately at the tip.
Groaning in ecstasy, Phil buried his lips into Carrie's seeping hole, his warm tongue lashing out and probing at the slit. Up to her throbbing clitoris traveled his moving lips, licking and sucking until Carrie ground her hips up into his face, scraping her pubic curls against his nose.
"Mmmmm... now... " she gushed, confused by a strange lack of satisfaction in his delicate lickings. Again the irksome feeling robbed her of total pleasure, the feeling that something was wrong.
Phil grunted as he felt her hand grab his head with a bruising force, until he nearly suffocated and drowned in her cuntal juices. She gyrated her hips like a maddened nymphomaniac, squirming while mewls of frustration bubbled from her throat. With a raspy groan, she arched her back, thrusting her genitals up into his face, the hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a sucking motion, until he swore she was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots! In answer, he pulled free his tongue, giving himself a chance to catch a vital breath, before licking up through her cuntal slit again. He claimed her clitoris with his warm lips that brushed against the sensitive nub.
"Oh... suck... suck... " Carrie yelped in desperation.
Rattled by her sudden aggressiveness, he raised his head and craned his neck to make certain this was his Carrie. She yanked at his hair as if trying to scalp him, shoving his face back into her steaming cuntal hole. His strong hands shot over the softness of her belly to the firmness of her breasts, cupping them, kneading them like bread dough, torturing the nipples.
"Yessss... " she hissed, feeling him move back down over her, shoving back her legs until they mashed into her nipples, his steely hands pressed behind them. His wild tongue dipped to her naked loins and his mouth sucked as if on a delicate shellfish. Down to her buttoned anus dipped his jabbing tongue, creating maddening sensations to play through her body. "Ohhhh... your cock... " she mewled desperately.
Abruptly, Phil stopped his tongue actions. He craned his head and glowered down into her lust contorted features. For a second he was sure she'd said something about black cock.
No, he dismissed it, snickering to himself at his stupidities.
His hot mouth clamped down on the wetly seeping slit up between her smooth thighs.
Slowly he lowered his strong body until she could wrap her fingers around his blood heavy cock. Peeling back the loose foreskin, she sucked it into her mouth with a vacuuming pressure.
The warm tube slipped easily down her throat, but she kept from gagging. With kittenish strokes, she ran her warm tongue up and down its soft, veiny underside, delighting in her own power. The veins felt wormish against her tongue and the masculine tang of his genitals flared in her nostrils. Gently, adoringly, she cupped his testicles in the soft palm of her hand. In and out of her mouth, slipped his cock in time to his tongue lashing into the open hole of her cunt.
"Mmmmm____" He trapped the nub of her clitoris between his front teeth and nibbled babyishly. Her body started vibrating, shuddering from his wild tonguings. Why, she wondered vaguely, had Cederick, Sammie and Stokley not raped her with their mouths?
Eyelids flickered and behind them flashed visions of their thick, soft lips nibbling at her clitoris and chewing on her pussy lips... like a horse nibbling at a daisy, she thought dimly.
She washed his penis in saliva, lathing it like a mother cat washing its kitten. A thunderbolt of lightning seemed to strike her and she closed her eyes while her tongue washed and bathed. Sucking a man's penis while he nibbled at her pussy lips was satisfaction to the nth degree. A shiver of wantonness shivered through her as she imagined how she must look... face scrunched up, mouth drooling from taking all of his manly flesh down her throat while he slobbered over her cunt, sucking up her juices! Her face hollowing and filled around his penis, her hair flowing over the pillow, while thighs quivered and opened to his probing tongue.
Only one thing bothered her, something she couldn't quite determine in this hellishly maddening state of near orgasm. Something was wrong! Very wrong!
Ahhh... her whole body went stiff as a corpse. Every nerve in her body fired the message to her brain that this was it! She was cumming! Her nakedness trembled, her back arched, the cords in her neck standing out like telephone cords as she silently screamed her orgasm. She felt her cunt burn, itch... and then it blazed into a fiery orgasm.
"Ohhhh... mmfff... " She pumped madly at his cock, needing for him to cum in her mouth.
With an animalistic grunt, he rammed his penis so far and hard down her throat, he swore he'd given her a tonsillectomy! Once, twice, it twitched. The third twitch turned the faucet of his testicles and white hot cum gushed squirted from the dilated eye, squirting far back into her throat, gagging her. The salty brine teased her tastebuds and she gulped to keep from drowning, her throat muscles contracting in rhythm to the spurts.
Carrie Osgood shivered and shook. She ground her pussy into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his neck, trapping his face to her genitals, steaming and flowing with lust.
His mouth dripped from her tangy juices and still she came. His tongue was sore and chafed from her curly pubic hair mashing into his cheeks, but still he sucked. Finally, her body quieted as she swallowed the dregs of his sperm.
Long minutes later, when they lay side by side on the warmed bed, Carrie withdrew into a world of her own. Cuddling her cheek into the pillow, she realized what had stopped her from screaming out her love for him. The same reason she had sensed a lack of fulfillment.
His skin was pasty white. She needed a black panther, a young virile fourteen year-old to hurt her and make her his white slave.