Chapter 1
Evening fog drifted in from the Pacific in long, smoky fingers that curled around the tall bushy topped pines in moist wrappings. The tall spired, steep roofed old church that had served as City Hall of Del Monte for forty years was wreathed at the top with the fog veil.
Chill permeated the old building as Anabel Crichton bent to light the neatly laid fire in the big, rock fireplace. She shivered a little as she rose, rubbing her sweatered arms briskly with long fingers. Southern California had never been like this. Still not used to the dampness and the pervading coolness of Northern California, she wore sweaters and coats most of the time. Well, she'd known it would take a while.
It would take a while to get used to everything. To being alone except for her mother and the children... to being a divorcee... to working again after nine years... to herself as she wanted to be... to making a whole new life. She stared into the fire as it began to really catch and blaze, holding her hands out to the orange warmth. They were ringless now except for the little pearl ring her father had given her at her high school graduation. Another world... a world she could hardly remember. There was still another world waiting. There had to be. One she couldn't even imagine now. And it had to be the right one for her and the children. She could only be grateful that she'd left the horrible nightmare world of Hal and never had to go back to it. There was a document that said so. Divorced... only they called it dissolution of marriage now. Dissolved... as though it never existed.
Turning away from the fire she caught a glimpse of the clock on the opposite wall of the office and guiltily walked across the large room to the tiny kitchen that had been built into an old closet. Anabel laid styrofoam cups and stainless spoons on a wooden tray. Cream, sugar and paper napkins followed. Her movements were quick, concentrated as she plugged in the electric coffee pot and another big pot for hot water. Hurriedly, she filled two large glass pitchers with water and assembled glasses. As fast as she could with the heavy tray of filled pitchers and glasses, Anabel rushed out of the kitchen and through the empty office to the council chambers across the wide hall.
It smelled cold and empty and musty and dark as she set the tray on a small table by the door and began flipping light switches. The overhead fluorescent lights lurched reluctantly to shed a harsh light over rows of chairs, faded pictures, flags on standards, the big oval council table with the deep leather swivel chairs around it. The whole place smelled of stale cigarette smoke and the countless bodies it had housed for generations of meetings.
For the three months Anabel had been administrative assistant, there had been many meetings but she'd not yet faced one that would bring out so many people as this one. The proposed sale of the Bello property had set off a controversy that the whole town of Del Monte wanted to sound off about. Anabel was nervous. She had to handle this job well. Even though she knew that she wouldn't have to make any decisions or do much except to ready the place and hand her boss the necessary papers at the right time, she felt her diaphragm tighten.
What bothered her was the knowledge that Anabel Crichton would be on display, open to more of the townspeople's personal scrutiny than she had been up to now. Even though her job was not a crucial one in city government, it was rather public. Her position put her before the public so she had to project a good image for Del Monte. She wondered if she would appear too forward or too shy or too feminine or too bold or what?
Deliberately she jerked her thoughts away from her own problems to inspect her handiwork. Freshly sharpened pencils, pads of paper in front of each councilman's place, the microphones placed precisely on the polished table in front of their chairs, the filled glass pitchers in easy reach of the empty glasses. Separate pitcher and glasses for the press table below the council table. The press were even thirstier than the councilmen; newsmen feel unnatural without a glass in hand, anyway.
She stood back, one hand on hipbone and the other with a characteristic finger to lip. Anabel Crichton was out of place in the dull room. Tall, with slender, model's figure except for one important difference... Anabel had full, ripe, distinctly female breasts... the kind dress designers howl "hopeless" over and real men melt at the sight of. Her long, elegant bones were put together flawlessly and the machinery worked perfectly at every joint so that her movements were liquid and effortless. The face above this beautifully formed body was as perfect as a model's too. Unobtrusive nose, huge green eyes fringed with long lashes and a provocative, faintly pouting mouth. Sensuous body and face, however, had not been enough for nature to shower on Anabel Crichton: her hair was truly a crowning glory. Shoulder length, the mane of intense red hair fell in faint waves and burned with a life of its own. She threw it back over her shoulder now, satisfied that the council chamber was in order. She walked quickly into the hall into the ladies room.
Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Anabel could see that the dark circles had finally disappeared from under her eyes. The haunted look was going gradually, too. A new life. That was what this job meant. She was going to make it now. She had to, for the children's sake as well as her own.
These past three months had been so hard on the children. How did you explain to a five and a seven year old that their father was never coming back, that they'd have only brief visits with him on rare occasions... that eventually, knowing him, these would stop too? It had been so terribly hard not to let her own disgust and fury come through. Not maligning Hal to the kids had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done... but she had refrained and she had to continue to.
Anabel felt a catch in her throat just remembering their tear stained faces when she'd finally pulled the station wagon out of the driveway, for the last time and headed north to Del Monte. God, why did it always have to be the children who were hurt so badly? Though there'd been times when she didn't think she could take much more, she would have gladly taken more, if she could have wiped those tears and those sad looks off the children's faces.
There was a sound outside. Quickly Anabel smoothed her hair, rinsed her hands and went dashing to the door. Oh damn! She'd forgotten to unlock the big front door to City Hall. There were faces peering in. She rushed forward, smiling at the faces through the huge glass door.
Most of the people waiting were familiar to Anabel, at least by sight. Doris Kandlebinder was unmistakable. Her voice cut through everything as though she had to make herself heard since she was so small and mouselike in appearance... as though otherwise she might not be noticed. Pale brown hair and eyes to match and a smallish mouth that would be pinched as she got older. It was already a little tight. A small but formidable woman who had been on the planning commission for many years. When her husband died, Doris had simply taken his place and mayor after mayor kept reappointing her. It was hard to find a better work horse.
"Well, I see we're getting a little precision in City Hall at last," she shrilled, looking at her watch.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I forgot to unlock the door," Anabel blushed.
"Save your sarcasm for the meeting, Doris," Harriet Fellows chided good naturedly. "We're going to need it." Dimples and blue eyes and dark curling hair and a patrician nose and good white skin should have made Harriet Fellows a wife long ago, but at forty, she was still a spinster. Almost an institution in Del Monte, Harriet had always laughed about her situation. "I am a living cliche... the dutiful daughter who never marries because she has to look after her ailing mother." But Harriet knew deep down that it wasn't that simple. It never had been. And mother had been dead for two years now.
Anabel stood to one side and watched them file in by twos and threes and singles. Her beige sweater and plaid skirt were not much protection from the night dampness that came in with them and she stood with her arms folded at her waist. Her "Good Evening," was greeted cordially by the solid citizens.
The tall, sun bronzed man with the piercing blue eyes Anabel recognized only from his picture in the paper. Arthur Bello looked much more fit and vital in the flesh. His whole being exuded health and virility. A big man with powerful shoulders and lean hips, hard capable hands that looked as though they could wring the best from the soil, which they had done for about thirty years... the same soil his father and grandfather had worked before him. The first Arthur Bello in this area had recognized the value of marketing artichokes to the fancy restaurants back east and his property had become the model for many others in Castroville. Artichokes had proved a profitable crop in the rich, alluvial soil; producing more yield every year as new methods and new machines were added by his son and then his grandson. Generations of Del Monte citizens had eaten Bello artichokes and the eastern states had been supplied too.
It was hard for Arthur to even consider selling this, to him, almost sacred soil, consecrated with his own and his forebearers sweat and toil. But the decision finally had been made for him. The taxes had risen alarmingly each year as the limits of Del Monte reached out closer and closer to him until he was almost surrounded by houses along the perimeters of his land. Ruth Bello had died the previous year, leaving him a widower, and the children all married and starting families. He'd known then it was time to get out and move on. Otherwise, he'd be forced to sell piece-meal and would wind up an old man not even able to pay the rising taxes on a piece of subsistence land. No, it was time to move on... find an unspoiled area as his grandfather had. If it wasn't suitable for artichokes he'd find another crop... pioneer the way Grandpa had. It was a good plan for a widower. He expected it to keep him alive and kicking. Nothing else would.
Anabel could feel Nat Simmons' eyes on her even before she saw him. Her skin prickled slightly from the almost tangible contact. He was a slender, middle sized man with the faintly decadent look of a Spanish prince. Deeply tanned with rather hooded eyes the color of old leather, an aquiline nose and a full sensuous mouth. A leading realtor in Del Monte for a number of years, he also had the reputation for being a man about town. Mostly he preyed on rich and lonely widows who were strangers in town and usually clients. Everyone in Del Monte knew Nat was married, yet no one knew exactly what was wrong with his wife, Karen, except that she'd been strange for a long time after she lost all the fortune Nat had married her for. For years now she'd been a virtual recluse with a hired woman to take care of her. Nat never even spoke of her anymore. It was as though she were unofficially dead.
"Well, good evening, Miss Anabel! And how is the prettiest divorcee that ever graced Del Monte?" Nat kissed Anabel's hand with a flourish, then held it too long, looking straight into her eyes boldly.
Anabel blushed hotly and tried unobtrusively to pull her hand away. "Just fine, Mr. Simmons. Just fine."
"It's Nat to you, baby," he whispered, squeezing her hand but freeing it.
"The hall is filling up fast," said Anabel. "Perhaps you'd better find a seat." Nat grinned and nodded at her, then turned into the chambers. It was Nat Simmons more than anything that made Anabel hope against hope that the Bello property wouldn't be sold for a subdivision. Simmons would be handling the sale.
To Anabel, Nat was unctuous and reminiscent of Hal-though they looked nothing alike. Simmons was too much like the men who'd descended on her like vultures the minute she had gotten the divorce. It was as though a red flag went up and all the males in sight, married or unmarried, zeroed in on her and she was fair game. They all wanted to do her the favor of taking care of her "needs." Well, that wasn't quite true. There was Kit, but so far Anabel had even held him off.
Kit wasn't as bad as the others. Perhaps the Navy training had something to do with it or maybe it was simply that he was divorced too... and, of course, had a divorced wife back east. In fact, most of the men in the Sea and Mountain Singles Club, where she'd met Kit were not as insistent as the usual run of the mill male who fancied himself a lothario with every female in sight. Of course, none of them were terribly good marriage material either... but then re-marriage was a long way off for her, she suspected.
Seated behind Noble Morton, the city manager, Anabel could see the whole audience jammed into every chair. There were even people standing all the way around the room despite the office staff having brought in all their spare office chairs. The place was packed. Her boss was steering the council through the agenda in record time, knowing that the people had all come to discuss the proposed sale of the Bello property and all wanted to have their say. The meeting could take all night if the other items weren't disposed of fast. The audience was restless; rashes of coughing broke out every so often.
"And now, Mr. Mayor, I believe we have a hearing on the Bello property and its proposed sale," Anabel heard Noble pronounce at last. Automatically she handed Noble the papers and the letters and the protests pertaining to Bello's business as well as the county supervisors' recommendations and the study by the Division of Parks and Beaches.
A hush fell over the audience. A tall, handsome man stood in the door and paused, looking the audience and the council over coolly. Dressed in the latest fashion, he was a sharp contrast to the other men in their casual old tweed sports jackets and slacks, with their women mostly in sweaters, skirts or trenchcoats. He was as foreign looking as a monk in robes would have been in those surroundings. Dark, smoothly groomed hair swept carefully into place, bright blue eyes and regular features, he could have been a movie actor or a politician or in any of the other professions where the job hinges on personal appearance and magnetism. He moved slowly to one side of the packed room and stood looking expectantly at the council now that he had made a proper entrance.
Anabel's heart was in her throat as she breathed the shallow breaths of fear and anxiety. Hal! What is he doing here? she wondered, her brain racing, trying to figure the whys and wheres and hows of his sudden appearance. Inadvertently some papers dropped from her hands and she bent swiftly to retrieve them. Oh God! Has he seen me? Then she realized he could only be here because of her. There was no other logical explanation. He must have come to harass me. Am I never to be free of him?
When she finally had to straighten up, Anabel moved her chair slightly to try to hide behind Noble's chair a little more, though she knew it was no use. Hal was probably out of money, as usual, and had come to wring whatever he could from her with threats and promises. It would be a pretext to see the children no doubt... but just when she thought she was free of him! She felt slightly sick... heartsick at the prospect of having to face him and cope with his charm and pseudo concern that she knew only too well masked the most blatant selfishness and brutal manipulations.
She avoided his eye, looking anywhere but at Hal, and barely heard the discussions begin and the arguments start. To Anabel's amazement, as she sat there numb and with downcast eyes, she heard Hal take the microphone in front of the big council table. She still couldn't bear to look up. Oh God, is he going to embarrass me in public? Her hands clenched fiercely in her lap.
"Councilmen, Mr. Mayor, City Manager Morton and ladies and gentlemen," Hal announced. "I am here to represent The Land Improvement and Development Company of Los Angeles. It is our offer to buy the Bello property that has strangely aroused this controversy. Frankly we are rather amazed since we have developed some of the most beautiful and, tax wise, the most attractive areas in the country. Our position is one of complete cooperation and concern for the community where we plan developments. Certainly this would not change suddenly to any dark plots to deceive or destroy Del Monte. That would hardly serve any purpose... yours or ours." The filled room was hushed. Hal Circhton's voice was trained to exude confidence and concern. Anabel could almost feel the people relax slightly, including the councilmen who had been leaning forward intently. So that was it. Hal had another of his get rich schemes and had latched onto what he thought was the easy way to do it. No doubt he'd talked himself into this job the way he talked himself into anything that promised a quick buck and no work except for his well oiled tongue.
Now Anabel knew for sure that the Bello property must be kept at all costs. If Hal had anything to do with the sale, then it had to be detrimental to Del Monte. It was an emotional attitude, she knew, but the only one she could take after nine years of boom and bust living with Hal Crichton. He cared for nothing and no one... only getting rich quick at no effort to himself. It wasn't just herself that was threatened, but the whole town where she'd chosen to live and work. She was shaking at the thought! Well, this time I won't run away... he's not going to ruin this as he'd ruined everything else! No!
Arthur Bello explained his dilemma during Hal's presentation. The arguments began and the rebuttals poured in. Anabel tried to pay attention to all the points made but her head was aching and her heart pounding and soon the faces were swimming before her eyes. It was getting terribly late and she was getting increasingly tired as the voices became shriller and tempers began to fray. And she knew this was only the beginning.
Del Monte prided itself on being different from all other cities. They did things differently and they preferred it that way. Any other town would have been overjoyed at the prospect of more houses going in, more taxes, more population, more progress but Del Monte was wary of any solutions that worked elsewhere. Despite some recent annexations they were still physically very small and wanted to stay that way. Yet they knew they could not allow such a large development to rise at their borders and not annex them to the city itself. The conservationists wanted Bello to somehow bear the brunt of his crushing taxes and continue to grow artichokes or else magnanimously give the land to the city as a greenbelt. Even as they demanded it they knew he couldn't. The Division of Beaches and Parks wanted it for a state park and recreation area to add to their dwindling empire. That little was being ruined simply from the hordes of tourists who used their too few facilities. Only Bello and Nat Simmons and Hal were wholeheartedly for the proposed use of the land... and for obvious personal gain. Anabel could see the meeting was getting nowhere. It was proposed that the city buy the land then for the same price the Land Improvement and Development Company had offered. Anabel knew this would so seriously deplete the city coffers that it was an impossible dream.
At one A.M. the meeting finally broke up. In the general turmoil of conversation and stretching, putting on coats, laughing, Anabel quickly cleared the council table and put things away. She'd slip out the back door before she had to confront Hal. The shock of knowing what he was doing, of being in the same room with him for the first time since the divorce... was too much. She simply couldn't take any more tonight.
As she was sliding into the darkness out the narrow back door, she felt someone catch her arm in a strong grip. She looked over her shoulder right into Hal's smiling face.
"Don't you even say hello anymore to old husbands?"
"Why did you follow me here?"
"I had a job, sweetheart. A guy has to live, you know. I was just lucky the job brought me here. I was going to come anyway. You're too important to me."
"Not important, Hal; perhaps useful in what looks like your latest scheme," Anabel said coldly and she withdrew into the dark outside the old building. Hal never let go of her arm and simply followed, attached by a persistent hold on her.
"Look, baby. Let's be civilized about this."
"Civilized!" She turned at her car door to face him. "It's a little late for that, Hal. It's over, it's done. Let's leave it that way."
"I know I've been a bastard, honey. But even a condemned man gets a few last words... a last request. Give me a chance." Anabel was in the station wagon but Hal still held the door open. He looked as contrite as a little boy... exactly like Brian, their five year old, with jam on his face.
"Let me buy you a drink... please. You're tired, I know. Just one, I promise." Before she could protest, Hal slid into the seat against her, pushing her gently out from under the steering wheel.
"No, Hal. It's late. I'm exhausted and we have nothing to say to each other."
"I need to make some arrangements about the kids. I want to see them. You just don't know how I miss you... all of you." His hand caught hers and brought it to his lips. A jagged sharp little thrill shot through Anabel as his lips touched her.
"Don't!" she said sharply... but he'd dropped her hand and started the car and was pulling out of the parking lot.
The Cypress Inn was warm and cozy, almost enveloping in its Victorian warmth. Velvet chairs, marble topped commodes, gas lights, deep carpeting in an old fashioned flowered pattern and a huge fire roaring in the marble fireplace. Hal's hand was like a brand burning through Anabel's old polo coat and sweater as he guided her in.
Instead of turning right into the secluded bar, he pushed her before him to the left and up the stairway.
"The bar's that way," she hissed. He paid no attention and physically pushed her up the narrow stairs.
The moment they were at the top and out of sight of the lobby occupants, Anabel tried to jerk free. "Stop it, damn you!" But Hal held her easily as she squirmed and writhed and twisted: he half pulled, half dragged her down the hushed hallway. You could almost hear the sleeping going on behind closed doors. Desperately Anabel tried kicking him... but again he paid no attention to her. He was opening a door with his free hand and hanging onto her with the other. "Leave me alone. No... I won't!" she cried.
He had the door open and before she could do more than kick frantically again, Hal threw her into the room. She would have fallen except for the huge brass bed which acted as a barrier. She caught herself on the great brass knobs. Anabel saw him lock and bolt the door. Oh God!
"Well have that drink now," he said calmly. Anabel just stayed there, hands outspread on the brass knobs where he'd thrown her, staring at him. He hadn't changed. He never would. She wondered if her fear showed as nakedly on her face as she felt it, raw and primitive, in her guts. In terror and frozen fascination she watched him advance toward her and slowly slide her coat from her shoulders.
"Don't touch me," she warned.
"Only to be nice to you," Hal whispered and bent his head to her mouth, his arms going around her expertly. He kissed her hungrily and for a split second his familiar mouth felt so warm and wonderful... and then she remembered what hell she had to endure to have that mouth intermittently for nine years. She pushed as hard as she could then and yelled. "Don't!" jerking her mouth away. "Don't touch me! Now or ever!"
"You want to play rough, baby," Hal jerked her back in his arms and twisted hers behind her, pinning her wrists together with his steel hand that bit into her narrow boned flesh. "We'll play rough. You always did like to be raped, didn't you?" Anabel felt his other hand catch in her hair, pressing her skull hard and shoving her face up to him, his mouth coming down hard on hers and his tongue plunging into her mouth fiercely.
She could feel the heat of him through his clothes as he clutched her body to his, mashing her breasts against him, his ever ready penis drove, like a great staunch spike into her soft belly under her plaid skirt. She was clamped to him from lips to knees, unable to move more than a fraction of an inch... and she felt the arrogant and ferocious need of him begin somewhere back in her head and under her breastbone. Oh god! No! She mustn't. She really could not bear it. So many months of abstinence... three months of being free of Hal... of learning to live without him... of trying to build a life. It must not come tumbling down at the first sight and touch of him. No!
Hal held her squirming and straining body, his tongue sunk in that sweetly familiar mouth that he already knew every tiny pink ridge of, every crevice, every warm wet surface and hollow. He felt the silky fire of her hair in his hand and the bony frame of her skull as he held her prisoner. Her slender wrists were crushed together in his other hand and his arm and hand pressed her hands with his into her round warm buttocks. Jesus! Hal wondered why hadn't she fought like this when they were married? God, damn! Fucking was damn good sport when they fought a little. He'd made that up about her liking to be raped. He'd never had to rape her when they were married. She liked it. She liked it so much he'd gotten bored after a while... and had gone looking for a little action from other broads. Hell, you only lived once. She liked it all right... but she'd only liked it one way... as though anything a little unusual were a mortal sin. Hell, it was only natural a man didn't want it the same old way all the time. Well, by God, this was one time it was going to be his way!
The sounds coming out of Anabel would have been screams had they not been stifled and muffled and choked in her own throat by Hal's plunging, demanding tongue that was fucking into her mouth so brutally. She could hardly breathe... and the bones in her skull were beginning to ache with the pressure of his hard hand. He's going to do it! He is really going to do it! She could feel his hot breath, that rushed harshly through his nostrils, growing in intensity and urgency.
Tears stung far down in the back of her throat... a mixture of terror and tension, fear and frustration, horror and hysteria. She wanted desperately to be at home in her narrow, chaste single bed, the children safely tucked in their tiny rooms and the clock ticking comfortingly near her ear on the table, measuring the dark and apportioning her life to the beat of her own heart. Oh, why have I been such a fool? If she'd only stayed in City Hall with the other people. He couldn't have abducted her if she'd been sensible and stayed in the bright lights.
Anabel could feel Hal's huge penis grinding into her belly and as he moved his hips lewdly in a rotary motion, that enormous, throbbing shaft burned a great rod shaped burn through all their clothes into her flesh. The tears were streaming from her eyes now and she was blubbering and moaning under his deeply masterful mouth. Her head throbbed and a voice reverberated inside the chambers of her brain... "No! No! No!... NO!"
She thought then of her mother, still sitting with the children and wanting to go home probably. Surely she'd just go to bed. But even if she did... Anabel knew she would worry until the wee small hours. And it was so late already. What a terrible and ridiculous predicament to be in. She should never have allowed herself to be trapped. God knows she knew him well enough to know he had no consideration for anyone but himself.
Hal felt the tears flowing and the attendant relaxation of Anabel's beautiful slender body. It was only a small relaxation but it was there, nevertheless. He was getting to her in spite of herself. He was getting to her! When he'd seen her in that council chamber and realized she had some kind of assistant's job, sitting there so primly behind the city manager, he'd known his luck was with him. By God, fate had played right into his hands. Anabel could give him a direct pipeline into City Hall and if tonight was any indication of the sentiment of the people of Del Monte... God knows, he was going to need it. But it was not impossible at all. Besides, she was still the best looking broad he'd ever had. There was a certain advantage in having such a startlingly beautiful wife. Prudish and uncertain and unadventuresome... but a good, hot, hollow with a gorgeous exterior nonetheless. Besides, he was going to pull this development off- although he hadn't much time to do it.
In his mind's eye he could see Anabel naked beneath the clothes that were an increasing inconvenience. Those incredible breasts on that slender, delicate body... huge fantasy fruits that hung so firmly high, so ripe and edible. That white skin with only the faintest tinge of pink to show that real blood coursed under its porcelain surface. It had been a long time since he'd run his hands over that silken perfection to feel the swells and hollows and curves and planes. His cock was jumping like a maniac, blind and bundled into his shorts, and threatening to burst the cloth bonds.
Suddenly Anabel could breathe for Hal tore his mouth away and the breath rushed in a great gasping moan out her mouth. They stood panting almost eye to eye, their mouths panting inches apart, and Anabel closed her eyes and let the tears roll down her cheeks, unable, because of her still imprisoned arms, to even wipe her face. Her breasts were tingling from being mashed for so long into his broad chest. She could feel the nipples budded and tight under the thin net bra and soft beige sweater.
"Get your clothes off," Hal ordered harshly. His hands dropped, releasing her wrists and her aching skull. Already he was tearing off his own clothes with fury. Anabel couldn't move. Her numbed wrists were paining as though all the strength had been drained from her. She stood dumbly, mouth slack and eyes closed against his face. Weakly she shook her head and brought her hands up to cover her face.
"I said... get them off!" Hal roared at her again, his clothes practically off now.
"I... can't," she sobbed. "I... just... can't."
"By god... we'll see about that!" Hal grabbed the lower edge of her sweater and jerked it over her head as though she were seven year old Cynthia. Still she stood there, crying, and her arms came down to cross over her breasts, hands coming up to hold her wet cheeks. The sobs were shaking her, rising from the deep despair and hopelessness within her. He will use me as carelessly as any whore and then walk away, unscathed. She knew him too well. And it was her own stupid fault that she was here at all. Oh God, when would she learn to stay away... far, far away from this maniac she'd promised to love, honor and obey so long ago. It all seemed so far away... so far away and so long ago.
Hal grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. Her huge green eyes, thickly fringed with dark lashes, looked up at him and they were wet and frightened and anguished. Her tears suddenly angered him unreasonably. It was her god damned anxiousness and lack of confidence in him that had kept him down all the time. If she'd been the right kind of wife he'd have made it by now. But all she did was whine about no money and the bills coming in and that he never played with the kids. But how could he have done anything with her tears and complaints to come home to? Well, this time, by god, he was going to make it! He was going to get this damned development approved, the sale made and the damn thing started... and by Jesus, Anabel was going to help him do it. For starts she was going to behave like a proper wife.
Her great meloned white breasts were heaving under the net bra, shuddering up and down with her sobs, the nipples fired and pointed, clearly visible through the thin fabric. He dropped his hands and jerked the elasticized waistband of her skirt and it fell around her feet, leaving her in nothing but the flesh colored net bra and pantyhose. She stood in the bright pool of her wool skirt, in the fragile transparency of nylon net and her white body looked even more desirable and sensual then he remembered it. The fiery triangle of her pubic hair was beckoning him like a torch.
Anabel stood dumbly, the sobs still racking her body and she saw Hal's handsome, lust distorted face leering at her and it was suddenly too much. He stood there with that long thick penis standing out like a stallion's and he was suddenly a rutting, mindless, primitive animal to her, unmindful of where he sank that huge instrument that was tormenting him so... as long as it was hot and hollow and would relieve him. He was unthinking and uncaring and unconscious of anything except his own instinctive need. A great naked beast, bulging with muscles and tanned in spite of a smog screened Southern California sun. His shoulders were broad and powerful. A mat of dark hair grew in thick profusion on his chest and groin and feathered his great bulging calves and thighs and arms. How could I ever have borne this brute's children... received his seed and nurtured it? How could they even be his children... those two beautiful mites he'd never paid much attention to, but who still adored him? How? How? How?
Suddenly she was galvanized with a fury that seared through her like a white hot poker, straightening her backbone and strengthening her weak limbs. She stepped out of her clothes and bundled them in her arms. Her coat she retrieved from the floor and tried to wrap around her almost nude body.
"What the hell!... I said... take 'em off... not put 'em on! God damn you, Anabel!" snarled Hal.
The clothes were jerked from her, and Hal's brutal hands grabbed the net bra in front and ripped it off.
"God damn bitch!" He was screaming and cursing and ripping the pantyhose in shreds from her and she was screaming back and fighting and trying to scratch his eyes out. The anger was pouring through her in lava flows and even Hal looked red through the haze of her fury.
"I'm not your wife anymore... I don't belong to you... you horrible sick man... don't touch me... stop it!" she was screaming at he tore everything off her. She had a terrible vision of their two naked, angry, panting, fighting bodies as they battled and fought and the match so unequal. She remembered telling Brian that he must never fight... and she wondered crazily what he would think now. It had almost come to this several times in front of the children and she had always given in and smoothed things over before it could. Now the children were safe at home and she gave vent to all the repressed anger and frustration and hurt that had built up for so long. If she went down in defeat as she knew she would, she would at least have the satisfaction of knowing that she had tried... that she had made him work for it. What else can he do... except rape me? She'd bear that if she could scar his smugly handsome face with her nails... if she could leave even a temporarily embarrassing scratch on his handsome face. All thought left her then, as she concentrated on trying to get at his eyes, his cheeks, his sneering mouth with her nails.
"God damned whining bitch! I'll kill you! By God... you always had it your way... well, this time, it's going to... be... my way!"
Hal picked her up then and walked over to the huge brass bed. He threw her down on it and her mouth flew open and her long red hair swung over her eyes, her head snapped. It was as though she were a tall, long legged marionette, the limbs uncontrollable without the sureness of his hands. Hal was shaking with anger and he didn't give a good god damn who heard them raving and fighting or what happened afterwards. That damned bitch was through humiliating him!
Anabel rolled into a cocoon away from him, her arms shielding her head from blows she thought would inevitably follow. She only wanted-to die-but not this way! It was as though all the connections in her brain had been short circuited and nothing but gibberish spurted out in sporadic flashes inside her head... she felt nothing now but the pain and anguish and misery that she'd fought so long and so hard to escape. Some deeply imbedded knowledge, some instinct made her curl up in the defensive position of a fetus. And then he was on her, rolling her back and climbing over her and she was pinned under him as he sat on her, buttocks on her breasts, knees doubled over her slender arms and he was waving his enormous blood engorged prick right under her nose.
"My way, bitch!" he was screaming. "Take it in your mouth and suck it till I tell you to quit! You're going to lick my balls and drink my cum down your gullet till you choke to death from sheer joy! You hear me, bitch? You're going to suck my cock! I'm going to ram it down your throat and fuck your mouth!"
"Oh... no... please... no... Hal... please," Anabel whimpered frantically, the full horror of what he was saying registering in her numbed brain and visions riding before her eyes of what he was describing. She couldn't do it. No matter what he said... she couldn't do it! It was too depraved... too obscene... too sick and demented.
Her face was wet and streaked with her tears, her beautiful red hair tangled and spread out in untidy waves on the pillow. Even this way... she looked beautiful. By god... now they were getting somewhere. Hal prodded her chin with the head of his cock. The head was sticky with the few drops of seminal fluid that had oozed out. His hand shot out and twined into her silky hair and jerked her face upward toward his aching, bloated, needing prick.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he commanded menacingly, glorying in the mastery of the situation that was flowing through him. He looked down to see that his cock was trembling in anticipation, the veins standing out in a fine lacey pattern just under the surface of the skin. God damn it, yes! His way! He used to beg the bitch to do this for him and she never would. He'd had plenty of blow jobs before from other women but he wanted Anabel to do it... fastidious Anabel! He wanted the whole length of it rammed right down her throat until she was eating cock hairs!
She was still staring in fascination and repulsion at the gigantically swollen shaft thrust up to her lips and her eyes were almost crossed in concentration and a trance like compulsion. His pecker was so huge up close like this and it pulsed and oozed a thin liquid as though it were independently alive and sentient. She was frozen, unable to move or talk. Anabel wondered, it is possible for my heart to simply stop and refuse to function?
Hal felt the fury stab him again and before he knew consciously what was happening he slapped her hard across one cheek and then the other. The resounding slaps of hand on cheek, flesh on flesh, echoed in the prim Victorian room.
"I said... take it in your mouth, god damn you!... I'll ram it right down your throat for you till you choke to death!"
Anabel's mouth opened automatically to cry out. Her skin stung and flamed where his hand had struck her so hard... but no sound escaped her lips. Dry, silent sobs were heaving out of her chest and the whole world had gone mad and she with it. This was a nightmare she could not even have imagined before. A nightmare that seemingly was not going to release her. She felt her head jerked up again by the hair and she opened her mouth even wider in submission and terror, knowing instinctively that Hal meant what he said. He would choke her to death if she resisted now. She'd never seen him this angry in nine years of marriage. It was as though all reason had left him forever!
"Take it in your hands, bitch! Hold it... and lick it!" Her hands came up obediently and her slender, white fingers curled softly around the trunk of his hot whanger, She held the throbbing gristle a moment tentatively and observed it, her mouth trembling and her eyes open in horror.
Hal felt a jolt shake through his loins as her beautifully ripe mouth opened and her lips came around the knob which was mushrooming and purpling with desire. "God... god," he groaned softly through gritted teeth. The sight of Anabel's mouth closing around his prick was too much. The warmth and wetness of her mouth taking in his huge steel rod sent shivering needles of pleasure and the sweetness of command coursing through his whole body. Jesus!
To her amazement Hal's great pulsing prick was as rigid and hard in her mouth as she'd expected, but the actual skin covering it was as velvety as a kitten's ear. She sobbed again involuntarily and the vibration of her mouth closing tighter for a moment drew another groan from Hal. Somehow, someway she had to get through this terrible ordeal. I have to live through this sick, perverted act. I am being made to perform! She had to live through it and survive it and not let it touch her inside... not let it debase her own integrity and inner core. Her mouth ovaled and she took more of the repulsive genital organ in her mouth until most of it was sunk inside her puffed cheeks. Her hands fingered down to Hal's bloated balls that hung below and she cupped them in her palms, weighing and holding their weight.
"Oh, Jesus, baby... you just don't know. Oh God!" Hal sighed; his hands came out to slide around her cheeks and jaws, cradling her face, his fingers lost in her hair and his palms warm against her face. The sight of his beautiful ex-wife, subservient and groveling, her tear stained face stuffed with his rock hard cock sent salacious and sensually ecstatic emotions careening through him from gut to groin to brain and back again. God damn! He should have made her do this long ago. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten so fouled up on a couple of those deals if he'd had this to come home to.
Anabel's hands caressed the wrinkled sac of Hal's balls almost by instinct, her nails grazing the underside gently. A strange feeling was replacing the revulsion and shame she'd felt when first taking his huge organ into her mouth. Anabel didn't even have a name for this utterly unexpected sensation. She could feel her own body begin to come to life faintly as she held and cradled Hal's genitals in her mouth and hands. In the back of her throat she could taste the maleness of the thin liquid on the head of his penis. She drew her mouth back, almost off, the greatly burgeoning, pulsing prick and it was wet with her own mucous secretions and saliva. Suddenly she wanted it back in her throat and she deliberately plunged her head, taking even more of the enormous instrument into the warm wet depths of her throat again. Hal groaned appreciatively.
Easing his cramped knees off Anabel's arms, Hal smoothed his thumbs across Anabel's cheeks. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes and feeling with his own flesh. He hadn't really planned what he would do when he'd seen Anabel so unexpectedly at the meeting. After that it had all sort of happened. He'd only known he couldn't lose contact again and he hadn't. He really had been going to buy her a drink in the bar but once they were inside the lobby he'd had to have her. Christ, he hadn't even had a piece since that dumb broad in Long Beach two weeks ago! She had been nothing like this. Now here he was, with his snooty, beautiful, smart and sassy ex-wife. Ex-wife? God this was the first time in all the years they'd been married she'd really seemed like his wife. His real wife. He never wanted it to stop!
"Oh god, baby... do it... just keep doing it... "he panted. Anabel only nodded faintly as her mouth worked on his cock. It had felt marvelous enough when she only sort of slid her mouth on and almost off of it but now she was sucking it! Christ, yess... sucking it hard as though it were a giant thick candy stick and sweet as sugar.
When it happened or how Anabel didn't know but she was suddenly sucking hard on the erect organ in her mouth, sucking it as though she wanted to suck it, feeling the pulsating length of it slide in and out of her mouth. Gradually her own body was awakening bit by bit and she was warming to the task she had thought was going to be the most unpleasant she had ever tackled in her whole life. The more pressure she exerted the better Hal liked it for he moaned and grunted in thankfulness, smoothing her cheeks and her hair as he pumped the full length of his sturdy, straight, thick, hardened pole in and out of her clinging mouth.
"That's it... oh. God, baby... that's it... keep sucking! Suck it hard for me... Suck it harder!"
Obediently Anabel increased the pressure of her mouth around the enormous, throbbing penis that filled her mouth too full and, on the downstroke, brushed her tonsils. Her hands clung to the penile trunk and her head bobbed up and down, laboring over the huge stiff phallus and her mouth clamped ever tighter drawing on it with all her strength. She'd wanted it over... done and over but strange and unbelievable things were happening to her own body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her naked, white limbs as she was performing this lewd and depraved act against her will. Almost involuntarily her thighs were stretching out of sight beneath Hal's doubled body that bent and thrust at the hips, driving his mammoth prong between her lips deeply into her caverned mouth.
Suddenly Hal leaned back, drawing his penis out of Anabel's mouth, and, slowly, trailed it down between her mountainous white, rose tipped breasts. He still knelt looking down at his glistening cock lying so huge and menacing against her tender, white flesh. Slowly he took hold of his prick and drew the head around her beautifully peaked breasts, one at a time, slowly making concentric circles until the velvet soft head at last closed on the ruby nipple and poked it softly and then hard, turning the erect and quivering nub inward... stabbing it inside the white pillow of her breast.
"Oh... Hal... Oh!..." she moaned softly. Anabel could feel the licentious tracing on her flesh with the great stylus of his enormous penis and it drew a map of desire and sensuous anticipation that ignored her outraged head that cried out at the shame and degradation of her arousing body. Oh God... how could her own flesh betray her so? How could she feel anything for this monster who used her harshly and who had treated her like dirt under his feet? Her teeth clenched but still she felt the delicious little needles of pleasure shooting through her body in tiny stitches of sheer bliss... joining the cells in a whole garment of ecstasy!
"Oh... Ohhhh... Ohhh..." she moaned again and in her head the word was No... but it never came out that way. The only sound she seemed capable of making was the breathing verbalization of her joy at his touch! She looked up into his face as he smeared his own seminal fluid over her quivering breasts in little trails of himself. Suddenly Hal leaned down and his head dipped to her quaking breast. Anabel moaned again very softly as she watched him take first one nipple, and then the other into his-wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit, until she wanted to scream from the rising waves of pleasure washing through her villainous body! He was licking his own desiring juice from her nipples, lapping and tasting every drop and then sucking the hard nipples until they were screaming little points of rapture... the echoes reverberating through the chambers of her body! Her fogged mind, instead of being repulsed at his huge rutting prick, his depraved mouth sucking his own fluid from her naked flesh, was dwelling instead on the prurient sensations that pulsated along her body.
Hal gathered Anabel in his arms then, driving his mouth down on hers, his tongue plunging and joining inside her mouth, in a deep and passionate kiss. Her own tongue came out of hiding and darted in and out and rolled under his, then sucked him back and their tongues dueled and talked a secret language as old as time. At last he tore his mouth reluctantly from hers and spoke.
"Oh, Jesus, baby... you're my woman... you've always been my woman... I've got to have you back again... now, suck me again... suck me now!"
Eagerly... her numbed brain still and silent, watching what depths she would sink to, Anabel took Hal's cock between her lips and sucked hard with all her might, drawing the rigid stalk of flesh straight down her throat. She could feel Hal jerk and throb inside her mouth and the groans spill from his throat as she sucked him. What did they call it?... a blow job. Yes... that's what she was doing... a blow job.
Her tired brain kept twitching in reflexive spasms of conscience... pointing out the error of her ways... shaming her with thoughts of her mother home with the children... with all the tenets she'd been taught from childhood... with all the dirty words that described what she was doing.... and none of it was to any avail. Her lewd body kept responding and urging her on, tasting Hal's sticky man tang and sucking hard on the great pulsing shaft sunk deep in her mouth. She must be as sick as Hal... as demented... as perverted... to enjoy this pagan rite! She must be mad!
"Yesss... that's it... baby... yesss... suck it good... I'm going to cum... fill you with cum... oh god, yesss!" Hal had had plenty of blow jobs in his time from all kinds of women, but he'd never felt anything like the excruciatingly exquisite pleasure of watching his own beautiful Anabel laboring so diligently over his almost bursting pole. Her subservient abasement titillated him incredibly and he watched her face change from terror to lurid enjoyment. She was loving it! Anabel Crichton sucking his cock like it was the most marvelous thing in the world! Jesus! It was blowing his mind!
Growing more adventurous, Anabel ravished her warm, wet tongue on Hal's thick, long shaft. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the thick base, and gradually lapping up to the ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth rapidly across the longitudinal cord on the underside, playing it like a banjo string. This sent Hal absolutely wild! His hips heaved forward and his hands clenched in her long red hair and she could feel the muscles in his whole body stretch taut.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD... Oh God... baby... OOHHHHHHH!"
Her tongue then swirled around the great bloated mushrooming head and slit the tiny hole in the smooth glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt Hal search and find and then stuff extra pillows beneath her head, propping her up higher for his plunging, pleasure-mad cock while his big, hard hands found her breasts and began kneading them and thumbing the nipples.
Anabel's voracious mouth then returned to the hair covered sac of Hal's testicles and the thick, strong base where his mammoth organ jutted up and she slicked them all over with saliva from her working mouth, She coated his balls entirely with sweeps of her hungry mouth and he was moaning above her and pinching her nipples painfully.
"Oh, god... oh Christ, baby... you'll never get away from me again... never... never... Goddd!"
Her tongue ran up and down the thick trunk from base to head, licking the great stalk as though it were a delectable sweet. Quickly, she trailed her mouth and tongue back over his sperm churning balls, and along his heavily sheening, purpling shaft at its pulsating head and then she slipped her lips down over it again.
Anabel no longer tried to understand her complete abandonment, her capitulation to Hal's brutal sexual assault on her prudish body. There was no explanation for her behaviour. Her terror had been justification in the beginning but no amount of rationalizing could ever explain her wild and wanton enjoyment of this perverted act she was performing willingly and eagerly. Her body was wallowing in the unfamiliar sensations and waves of licentious pleasure were blotting every other consideration from her.
Hal's hips lunged forward hard as he shoved the huge throbbing, jerking length of his thick cock into the cave of her mouth. Oh, god, he was going crazy from sheer rapture! So close now. Not long! He was going to shoot a load down her throat that would float a battle ship! Jesus! Anabel was using her mouth like a tiny vacuum cleaner, sucking and compressing her lips hard as she withdrew so slowly that the constriction and the jolts of frenzied pleasure that raced through Hal almost brought him right off the pad! What she lacked in experience, she made up for in native talent! "AAAAAH... GAAAAAAGG... Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmn!"
Thighs closing and opening in sensual stretching, Anabel was aware that her own traitorous body was seeping vaginal lubrication... her own erotic juices were seeping out from deep within her depths. Without Anabel's knowledge her own body had been silently preparing for love as she sucked and drew and licked and ravished Hal's hot, hard prick with her mouth. In his frenzy, his hands were all over her... smoothing her face and shoulders and kneading her breasts and stroking her naked white arms as he lunged again and again into the deep, wet chamber of her working orifice. Little electrical shocks were coursing through her with each tweak of her quivering, heaving breasts and those shocks sent currents straight through her tremulous body to buzz and create a drawing-in sensation in her aching pussy.
"Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh. Baby... OOOOO-OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH... I'm almost there... almost... god... keep sucking!" Hal was raving and arching his hips up to her mouth lewdly and his hands were growing brutal on her tender flesh in his frantic reaching for his climax. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth measured the degree of his rising pleasure that threatened to carry him into complete delirium. Anabel could never remember Hal getting so utterly carried out of himself in the throes of passion.
A sudden thought froze her fevered mouth in action. What if he comes in my mouth as he'd said he would? What did she do? How did she cope? Her lack of experience made her more than uncertain. It seemed dirty to swallow the sperm laden semen into her belly. Unnatural and obscene. The thought made her shudder. Oh God... all her revulsion came back... rushing back as her brain conjured up the picture of Hal's gushing stream of cum pouring down the back of her throat.
"Don't stop!... god damn you... don't stop now!... Come on... SUCK... Suck harder... harrrrddddeeeeerrrrrr!" Hal was shaking her shoulders and then clamping his fingers around her lips and closing them again on his throbbing, nearly bursting penis. She tried... terrified now by the look in his eyes. He was a wildman!
"That's it... SUCK IT DAMN YOU... GOD, YESSSSS... OOOOHHHH!" He was almost there. Oh Christ... yes... almost. The sight of Anabel's renewed sucking and drawing with obscenely contorted lips on his almost blasting cock set the pre-climactic mechanism into action inside his churning groin and gut. Hal ground harder and Larder, thrusting deeper and deeper into her red mouth and down inside her working, white throat, into that blissful sanctuary that was the entrance to her very soul. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and beautiful innocence as her tongue laved and swirled and sucked his great, blunt headed dong. Hal could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles and he slammed it in her mouth harder and deeper and harder and deeper! Oh Christ!
Suddenly he jerked and lurched upward convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, as he felt the cauldron crack and the vacuum give as his hot, heavy load of sperm shot deep into her throat! Hal heard Anabel gag and choke as the blazing liquid seared her tonsils. A tidal wave of cum was pouring in a never ceasing torrent deep into her belly and dimly Hal heard screams and it was a moment before he realized they were coming from his own torturedly ecstatic throat!
"GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD... AAAAGGGGHHH OOOOOOOOOOO... JESUS... I'm Cummmmminnggggggg!... God! I'm cumminggggg!" Anabel had not been prepared for the fiery shot of molten sperm that hit her throat and gurgled, gagging her and choking her. She fought for breath! The hot cum went down her throat and in a frantic effort to keep from drowning she swallowed furiously, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly up and down in rapid succession. Dimly, she was aware that Hal lifted her up by her shoulders in an effort to ram that gigantic hose of his great prick straight down her gullet. Still, the flood spewed on and she sucked hard, involuntarily, to take all the teeming cum deep into her heaving belly. There was a strange pride in taking all he had, in coping with the gush of his mighty flowing orgasm!
Anabel continued to swallow feverishly and gulp and choke and the almost unintelligible sounds coming from deep inside Hal's chest attested to her prowess. Endearments tumbled from his lips as he knelt, supporting her shoulders and filling her mouth completely with his emptying organ.
"OOOHHHH... BABY... SWEETHEART... SUUUUUCCKKKK... JESUS... MY BABY GIRL... OOOHHHHH GOD!" Lights were bursting in Hal's head and streaks of agonizing ecstasy were shooting through every cell in his body and the world was surely ending in a blaze of glory! God.... oh god! Never had there been anything like it! How could he have let her go? She was so god damned good! The mighty streams of cum were still racing down the exquisitely constructed channel of his swollen cock and Anabel was sucking him dry to the balls! Wringing every drop from them, drawing it out with her mouth, and sending scintillating pleasure signals flying through him in rocketing bliss! The rapture was almost too much to bear! He watched her mouth, working so industriously on his great, rigid banger, dribbles of saliva sliding from the corners of her clamped lips as she sucked every drop so valiantly!
The last few spurts shot into Anabel's mouth and Hal stared at his still huge organ that had not yet deflated. Reluctantly, he withdrew it and slid quickly down on top of the beautifully white, breast cushioning body and inserted his satisfied but still swollen cock inside her moistly warm pussy. He knew he'd have to wait a while to build up a head of steam again but right now he had to plunge it into her! Hal's mouth came down on Anabel's with a moan as he stabbed his tongue inside her wet mouth and tasted his own still hot cum, his own orgasmic juices! Oh, Jesus!
"OHHHHMMMMMMMMMM...MMMMMM-MMMMM... UHHHHH... MMMMMMMMMM!" Anabel moaned out her exhaustion and her amazement and gratitude at feeling Hal's still hard prick sunk deep in her aching yearning, wetly hot vagina. Oh God, it had been so long! She'd almost forgotten just how long it had been until she'd lost herself in sucking Hal's huge, massive cock and her body had responded so enthusiastically and eagerly. Deliberately she'd turned away from all thought or reminders of sex and her lack of it these last few months. She'd lived like a nun and gladly but now that he was here, inside her starved body... she knew she wanted him... wanted him like she had never wanted him before. It was beautiful... oh so beautiful to be filled with this great manly instrument of rapture!
Her muscles tightened ravenously around Hal's slowly deflating solid stalk of hard flesh... in a desperate effort to keep it alive and functioning and useful. Oh... he mustn't leave her now! He mustn't!
"Oh, hold me...Hold me, Hal...god... please... !"
"Be a few minutes, baby... not long... just a little while... hang on... feel good, baby?" Hal ground his dying penis around in a little rotary motion, straining forward to keep it inside her hungry, red haired twat.
"Oh, Hal... oh god... please... please... "Anabel wept, the tears rolling unheeded from the corners of her eyes, her arms wrapped fiercely around her former husband's broadly naked shoulders, her legs wrapped strongly around his bare buttocks.
"S'okay, baby... hang on... "Hal knew it would be at least twenty minutes or more yet she was raving. Jesus, nobody knew that feeling better than he did! Slowly he inched his way down her spread, opened, white fleshed body, his lips trailing kisses and licks as he went, on breasts, arms, belly, hips, pubic hair, thighs, until he reached the promised land. Hal's tongue shot out as his thumbs peeled the beautifully wet hair fringed lips of her pussy apart and his tongue struck like a lethal needle.
"AAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG... AAAhhhhh... WWWHHAT... What are you doing?.... AAAhhhhgggggg!... Oh, God!..." A great searing white flame had touched Anabel at the cored essence of her being and she arched to it like a gored beast struck at the vulnerable spot. An insane licking!... a tongue was slathering up and down the soft swollen slick lips of her vulva and the spearing needles of a pleasure that was almost pain were slicing through her flesh in a million places. She could feel the hot breath, the fearful dragon's breath blowing its heat on her tender skin.
Raising herself on her elbows she looked down to see Hal's dark head and his sword like tongue lashing out to cleave her private secret genitals anew. He was doing the dirty thing he'd begged her to let him do ever since they were first married! She'd always refused. It was dirty, demented, sick, crazy, vulgar and loathsome! How could he even want to lick her there? But then she remembered... she had sucked him, drunk his very manhood... and Oh dear god... that wicked tongue was raising her to heights of sensation she'd never dreamed possible.
Patiently Hal licked the sweet, womanly ooze from her cuntal lips, the ambrosial nectar like thin honey in his mouth. Jesus! She was flowing, seeping out faster than he could lap it up and she was moaning blissfully. He drew his head back enough to look his fill at the soft, rosily full labia, all slimy with her juices, and his saliva. Christ! He should have tried this long ago! His big hands spread her thighs even wider and he dropped his head, sinking his stiffened tongue straight into the hungry depths of her needing pussy.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH... GGGGGAAAAAAAA-AAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDD... AAAGGGHHHHH-HHHH...AAAGGG...OOOHHHHHHHHHH... IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!..." Anabel writhed and screamed piercingly as though her life's blood were flowing out of her great wound. The sharp stab of his rigid tongue, like a small penis, into the depths of her aroused and maddened vagina, that clutched so fiercely and ravenously, triggered her immediately. A great flood of joy washed through her whole body, an ecstatic cresting that crashed and flowed through her in a total wave of feeling and indescribable sensation! Surely she was dying in this glorious rapture, this oneness with the universe, the stars, the infinite!
Hal continued to stab his tongue furiously into her clenching cunt that pulled and grasped at his pseudo phallus with maniacal force. Her hands came down to grab his head, the fingers twining in his hair like tentacles and those hands shoved and pushed and clutched as though trying to push his whole head right up inside her womb. God damn! She was really turned on! He kept tongue fucking Anabel furiously, tasting her climactic lubricants that flowed from deep within her arching, thrashing body. He could feel his own cock returning to life again, growing sympathetically to fill this aching void that his tongue filled so inadequately. God damn! They might just fuck all night at this rate!