Chapter 9
For the past few nights Lew had driven past the Wedges' house, but each night either the car had been in the drive or all the lights had been off, which meant that both of them were home or neither was home. Lew wanted to see Ellen; he did not want to see the professor, and had been avoiding him at school in spite of a dissertation conference being due. His balls had ached until Monday, after Miss Slade kicked him. He had gone to the doctor, and the doctor had said time and hot baths would tell the tale. It did, and he'd managed to get a hard-on again on Monday, whereupon he'd taken to driving past the Wedges'. He knew he should probably go by during the day, just to see her, but he didn't know what she did during the day, and the unknown made him slightly nervous. He was still mad at Wedge for getting him into that situation-he'd known all along he was going to get a boot in the nuts out of it-in spite of his getting a couple of pieces of ass out of the bargain. And so he was peeved at Wedge without quite knowing how he was going to give expression to his simmering outrage.
Tonight he found two lights on, both in the back of the house, and the car wasn't in the drive, so he parked and rang the bell. The porch light came on, and it was Ellen's face which peered at him through the peek-a-boo window in the door.
They said hello, and then she said, "Harry's not home. Why don't you come in for a minute?"
She told him to take a seat, that she was making a dress and would be back in a minute, and invited him to fix himself a drink. She then disappeared into the kitchen. She looked ravishing, as usual. Her hair was slightly mussed and she wore a pair of toreador pants which had begun to bag at the knees but were still tight at the crotch, and a silk print blouse. He went to the liquor cabinet. If he'd had it his way, her greeting would have been a little more effusive. He wondered what had gone on in her mind.
She returned with a mouth full of straight pins and several pieces of purple velvet which had been cut out into her pattern. She sat down beside him and began to pin things together. This immediately depressed him-Christ, she wasn't even going to talk to him! She was just going to sit there and sew! Shit.
"Where have you been keeping yourself?" she asked. "Harry said he hasn't seen you at school."
From the brief if searching glance she shot him, he thought maybe she was hurt that he hadn't come by for seconds. "I had to spend several days in bed," he said.
"Flu?" she asked sympathetically.
"No, I got kicked in the testicles." How much should he spill to her? he wondered.
"Insulting young ladies again?"
"Not really. I happened to go to a Women's Lib rally. The speaker was hollering, 'All men are pigs!' I yelled, 'Bullshit!' and some broad turned around and kicked me, whammo! right in the balls."
"Serves you right."
"Thanks."
"Women deserve their say, like anyone else. You don't have to agree with everything they say."
"But you get a kick in the balls if you say so?"
"Well, maybe that's a little extreme," she said, smiling slightly around her mouthful of pins, and after a moment of trying to hold it back she removed the pins and laughed out load. "That must have been a sight! I would have loved to have seen the look on your face."
"Why? Don't tell me you're mad at me?"
"No," she said. "As I said, I haven't seen you. Why would I be mad at you?"
"Well, here I am."
"So you are," she said, noncommittally.
"Maybe I should go," he said. "I just thought I'd drop by-I wanted to see you-I didn't mean to interrupt your sewing or anything."
"You don't have to leave yet," she said. "You're not interrupting me."
"I've been thinking a lot about the other night," he said, which was an exaggeration, since he hadn't given her much thought at all, having spent most of his time fretting about Miss Slade.
"Which night?" she asked.
Was she being coy? Had it slipped her mind? "Uh, the night we screwed," he said, deciding to be blunt.
"Oh, that night," she said, speaking quickly. "Yes, Harry and I talked about that. I told him that two men at once is simply too much for me. I don't know if I can handle it psychologically. Or physically. I don't want to become accustomed to something like that."
"That's unfair to me," he said. "I've become quite attached to you."
"I'm attached to you, too," she said. "We can go on being friends, can't we?"
"But that leaves me with the frustration of knowing that you're the sexiest woman around. If I can't touch you, it'll be hell."
"You'll have to talk to Harry about that," she said.
"You have no sympathy?"
"I have oodles of sympathy," she said, "but you're a big boy now. You can take care of yourself." She grinned. "If you can shout down speakers at Women's Lib rallies, you can take care of yourself."
"None too well, apparently," he said.
She smirked. My god, he thought, has she been a Women's Libber all this time, hiding in the closet?
"I'm in perfect agreement with Women's Lib," he said. "I still resent being called a pig."
"Do you think of all women as sex objects?" she asked. "Some men deserve to be called pigs, you know."
"No," he said. "Just you. You'll be the only woman I can think of sexually for a long time, whether I can touch you or not."
"Flattering of you to say so," she said. "But you'll snap out of it."
Lew was aware that his hand was trembling. He was not used to being rebuffed! "I will not snap out of it!" he said, almost yelling. "To me, you're it!"
"You'll recover," she said, her voice sugary, almost syrupy, too much so for his taste. "You'll find someone like me, someday. Women get better with age."
His hand still trembling-although he didn't know from rage or hurt-he gripped her thigh, just above her knee, the inside of her thigh, saying, "No! I'm not some dumb kid! I will not be put off with that you'll-grow-up-some-day routine."
"I know. I know," she said soothingly, tugging once, twice, at his hand and then giving up and holding it, patting it. "I'm not giving you any routine."
"I'm only a few years younger than you are," he said.
"I know." The same syrupy, soothe-him-at-any-cost tone.
"I'm going to kiss you."
"No!"
"Ellen! I can't help it!"
His hand had gone to the back of her neck, which he squeezed firmly enough to convey knowledge that he could get rough. He held her firm, giving her no place to back off to, and applied his lips to hers, kissing her. Her lips remained firm as she squealed, "No! No! No!"
"Kiss me, damnit. It's the least you can do!"
Perhaps frightened, she parted her lips just space enough to admit part of his tongue, whereupon he kissed more softly, osculating slowly.
His hand which had gripped her thigh moved to her crotch which he gripped just as firmly and began to rub through the thin cloth of her pants. Both of her hands shot to his to try to shove it away, and then, when that failed, to try to hold it still. Her mouth was softer and for split-seconds at a time she would kiss back.
Ellen noticed that as his one hand dug more firmly at her vulva, his other gradually relaxed at the back of her neck. Breathless, she twisted her head to the side, saying, "No, Lew. Please stop. We can't, it's not fair to Harry."
"It's not unfair to him either," Lew said. "You're not his property, his chattel. Neither am I. If you were sure he was loyal to you, it might be different."
This shot through her like a bolt-it was as if Lew had just read her mind, what she'd been thinking for almost a week now. Harry hadn't come near her since . . . since he'd made her screw Lew! Should she ask? Did she really want her fears confirmed?
"What do you know?" she asked.
"That I love you," he said.
"That's not what I meant," she said.
"It's the only thing I can think about," he said.
He was misleading her; he was just upsetting her.
While her mind had been preoccupied, he had somehow unbuttoned the top several buttons of her blouse, and now buried his head in her cleavage, sucking greedily at the tops of her breasts. He nipped delicately. She stroked the back of his head.
"Come on, Lew. Please stop. You're just upsetting me."
He drew back. He even moved his hand from her vulva, which was a relief.
"No," he said. "You have to admit that I turn you on."
"You do," she said. "Of course you do."
"Don't say I'm upsetting you, then," he said.
"That's what upsets me," she said. "Harry will get mad at us."
"He'll never know," Lew said.
She discovered that he'd drawn back only to pull her on top of him, his strong arms pulling her first by the shoulders and then by the buttocks as he lay back on the couch. Before she knew it, he had her blouse the rest of the way unbuttoned and had pulled it out and unsnapped her brassiere. She tried to twist away, but he held her firm by the buttocks and pulled her, sliding her along the top of himself. She tried to push away, push away from the couch and him, her arms on each side of his head, but her breasts were so pendulous that they hung right down into his face. He seized one of her puckered brown-red berries between his teeth and began sucking, tonguing feverishly enough to send chills down her spine. She found that no matter which way she tried to twist her torso, the end of her soft teat stayed firmly in his sucking mouth-in fact, her writhing seemed to excite him. He had closed his eyes.
Each time she tried to lift her hip, to twist away, he held more firmly onto her buttockwhile she strained in one direction, he only needed one hand to hold her down, and quickly used his other to unzip the side of her pants. From there, it was no trouble at all to slide one hand and then the other into her pants.
When she felt his hard hands gliding across her smooth buttocks, Ellen shivered. Was all lost? She clamped her knees together, her last recourse.
But all he had to do, since his legs were outside hers, was to worm one knee in between hers and then the other. In the same motion he used to spread his legs, he shoved her pants down a ways. Her panties had been plastered to her juiced crotch, and when she felt the cool air waft across her now-vulnerable pussy, Ellen knew somewhere in her feminine soul that all was lost.
A split second later both Lew's hands were in her crotch, all ten fingertips rubbing madly up and down the whole length of her slick sex slit, from her erect clit across her cunt-mouth and almost to her cringing anus. From that second on she was humping her hips, banging his stomach with her pelvis while he rubbed with increasing and more rapid pressure, humping so hard that her breasts jiggled in his face, squealing, "No, Lew! No, Lew! No, Lew!"
When he speared her clitoris with one forefinger, holding it down as he rubbed in a maddened little circle, he ran two fingers smack into her sopping steaming snatch, her arms collapsed. She smothered him with her breasts as she lay atop him, holding her hips as quivering still as she could, moaning, "Ohhh, ohhhhhh, OHHH-ohhhhh!"
"We'll go on like this until you ask me to fuck you," he said.
"Fuck me," she said. I can't help it, she thought, I'm horny.
He rolled to the side, rolling her off himself, then he stood, catching both her toreadors and panties from the front and yanking as she kicked her feet.
She lifted her upper leg, pointing her knee at the ceiling even as he lay back down and unzipped his fly. Her inner cuntlips glistened wet-ly and her jet black curls were stuck down on either side of her gash. Before he got his pants down, she had a-hold of his cock and centered it on her steaming pussy-when its massive knob was properly pointed, she began hunching her hips as she pulled his cock into her with one hand.
When he began rocking his hips, she let go, and both bodies became smoothly undulant as his rock-hard prong forced its way into her soft creamy goodie. With each new prick-thrust into her tingling twat, Ellen murmured "Mmmmmm" as she continued to rock. When he had fully entered her, she clasped his cock with her vaginal muscle and tugged: in unison, they rolled over, Ellen onto her back. She shoved his trousers down over his hips and began to caress his buttocks, feeling the muscles work as Lew ground slowly in and out. She ground back, working her pussy up and down on the skewering cock while Lew buried his face in her tits, sucking feverishly, one nipple and then the other.
Ellen was in a dream state; her cunt felt utterly plugged. She caressed the back of his neck. Her nipples felt so swollen she thought they might burst. The tingle in her cunt became fiercer. Panting through her nose and rolling her head in circles, she began to buck her hips in fury, wanting it hard now, wanting to be fucked hard. Lew's balls slapped her anus as his thrusts became more rapid, and her hips left the couch completely as she tried to grind herself up onto the plunger.
From the way she clasped him with her cunt and the way she had begun to buck at him, her slick twat rippling on his churning cock, Lew knew she was as tightly wound as she would ever be. He began to slam into her foaming cunt with everything he could muster.
"Yes! Yes!" she gurgled. "Hard! Nice and hard!"
Further urging would have been redundant, for, gasping, Lew pounded her pulsating pussy, as though to permanently iron out its folds with his ramrod cock. Ellen had been at a dizzy plateau for some time now and Lew drove into her in his aching determination to knock aside whatever vestigial self-control she might still have, grunting through his nose as he battered her quaking twat.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ellen yelped as she neared the breaking point, tense and electrified as the coal of excitement glowed red-hot in her about-to-explode cunt. She squeezed Lew with every muscle she had and felt his pile-driving cock give a mighty twitch and then another before his overload of gism boiled over and blasted into her, shattering her. "Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHH!" she squealed as she felt herself dissolving into a mindless puddle.
"Aggh . . . arrhhggg . . . ufff," Lew gasped, collapsing atop her, utterly depleted, and yet rosily aglow with intimate knowledge that his professor's wife did indeed throw a sensuous fuck.
After a few minutes he eased his sorely dwindled pecker out of her gushing twat and rolled off. Ellen picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her brow and then her chest.
"You're great," he said. "You're everything I've dreamed about."
"I feel I should have said 'no' like I meant it," she said, then paused for a minute before saying, "but you're such a turn-on that I don't think I could have helped myself-not under any circumstances."
"That's what I like to hear," he said, grinning broadly.
"Harry might be disappointed in us, though."
"We won't tell him."
"I'll have to-I'll feel guilty."
"That's not necessary."
"I can't help it," she admitted.
"You don't exactly know how you feel about me, at this point, do you?" he asked. "How it fits into your life?"
"No," she said, hesitantly, "not completely."
"Then why don't you just hang onto your guilt for awhile-until you know what you want to tell him."
"Maybe."
"Okay," Lew said thoughtfully, "he has a one o'clock class tomorrow. I'll come over then and we can figure some more things out."
"Umm, I don't know."
"You want to do this again, don't you? You won't be able to say no whether you admit it or not."
"I know," she said, a mild pout on her face. "Okay," he said. "We've got a date tomorrow."
They cuddled awhile and then he left. It occurred to Lew that he knew Wedge's schedule by heart-hell, he could see her five times a week if he wanted. Wedge would never be the wiser, never need know. Lew would see that he didn't know, not for a long time.