Chapter 4
"Don't we have a little unfinished business, baby?"
"Oh, God, I don't know ... I'm scared ... what if John came home and ... caught us. Oh, God! He's just been so horrible lately."
"Don't think about him. Think about me."
"Yes, yes," she murmured. "Oh, darling "
They came together frantically; their hands went all over, feeling, renewing old sensations, trying to quell the ongoing dread that accompanies forbidden desire. His hands raced under her dressing gown and found her large breasts; he tickled and turned and massaged them until she let out a quick moan.
"Phil, we don't have time ... oh, God, I want you to fuck me so badly ... we don't have time ... we mustn't."
"But we must," he groaned. "God, baby, don't stop me now-I've dreamed all this time about your beautiful cunt. I've got to taste it again. I've got to put my dick in it."
"Later, please, Phil,- later "
"No! Right here and right now!"
Abruptly he pushed her over on the living room carpet. Already his hands were dividing the robe, revealing her long and voluptuous body, the abundant triangle of blond hair there upon her vibrating cunt. He swam up to her, stopping to mouth the upturned boobs, to kiss and suck the pink nipples that throbbed at his touch. He kissed his way back down her middle, into the deep swell at her navel, on down to the silken mount upon her pelvis. He pushed his mouth onto her blond pussy and sucked the little clitoris out; he rammed his tongue all around and deep into the sweet juicy hole. His cock was aching at her knees, dabbing around in and out of the dividing there. He sucked the clitoris hard and furiously until she began to beat her crotch hard against his face. When she was in the middle of her clitoral orgasm he pulled away and spread her legs fast.
"Awwwwwwwwww!" she screamed. "God, do something, anything! I don't give a fuck! Let the world know, only do something! I'm dying!"
And instantly he was upon her. Her hands flashed down and caught the head of his prick and guided it into her pussy. He pushed hard as she hunched upward, and they were locked together undeniably.
"Ooooooooooo! Wonderful! Wonderful! Only, please, darling, you've got to hurry! It's madness!"
He began right off, not bothering to build up to a matched rhythm with her. Bracing his leg against a French Provincial couch, he began roaring his cock with lightning strokes into her heaving pussy. Because she had already reached a peak, she began to come instantly, her whole deep-seated fountains flushing violently upward.
"Oh, God, Phil! Oh, God, Phil! It's there! It's there! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He poured all his youthful strength into her; he loved it, this balling with a super cool chick who really knew how to pump up a guy. He clasped her hips and felt waves of hot love scent issuing from her gyrating pussy. He decided it was time to give her all his juice.
"Oh, there! There!" she shrieked. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
And just like a flash he was finished, she was finished, and there had hardly elapsed five minutes. Quickly, as though rejuvenated by the erotic moments, she pulled herself from beneath him. He was standing in a moment, holding her close. She helped him zip his fly after tucking the darling toy back inside. He stood at the door a minute just looking at her beautiful face.
"Oh, wow," she sighed.
"Out of sight," he laughed, feeling her boobs one last time. He held her close a moment and kissed her tenderly. She drew away, smiling, a cloud of mist in her blue eyes.
"Phil, you'd better go now."
"Yes, I know. I just had to see you, baby."
"I'm glad you did. Oh, I forgot ... has John done anything yet about your case?"
"Not a thing. But don't worry about me. Man, I don't care about that anymore, really. Now that I've met you, Jill, it just doesn't seem to matter."
"Of course it matters, darling. I want you to..."
"Ssh, baby. Don't worry about me. Now, I'd better cut out before the old prof really catches me ch ..."
"Cheating?" she asked with a slight frown. "Was that what you were going to say?"
"I didn't mean it that way. You know that, baby."
"I know," she smiled.
He went out reluctantly and she simply stood indulging in the quick flush of the moment. She had not thought about consequences at all, nor did she care to. It didn't matter-she was utterly lonely and her husband appeared totally unconcerned about it. Therefore she had reached out for another kind of affection. She didn't even put it in so many words-for these days she was only controlled by feelings. People just trying to get their little share of affection in the world, and what's wrong with that? It was better than fighting wars and killing children and old people or robbing poor beleaguered masses out of what was their birthright.
Standing in a daze of spontaneous flux, Jill did not even hear the doorbell the first two times. Her gown gaped open and her hair was disheveled; her face was quite flushed, in fact her whole body tingled with that special surface aura of love-color.
The door creaked open and she turned slowly, still under the influence and hardly conscious of her appearance. A face peered in, looked all around. It could have appeared to be some diabolical mask-the features were drawn, warped looking, and the eyes were ancient orbs of evil.
"Mrs. Simmons? Jill? Is that you, my dear?"
"Uh ... what... who is it?"
"It's Dr. Dale, my dear. What's the matter? Are you ill? You look absolutely inundated, Jill."
"Oh," she sighed demurely. "I ... er..." For the life of her she could not speak. Slowly her senses came back to her and she realized the full significance of this situation. She quickly jerked her robe together and tried to walk away from Dr. Dale, the meddling old fool.
"Are you ill, Jill?" he asked again pointedly.
"Ill? No, I'm not ill ... no ... nothing's the matter. I've just been lying down ... no, I mean..."
He laughed then. There seemed something different about him; before, in the few times she had talked to him along the garden path or at the boring cocktail parties, he had been stuffy and polite. Now, his eyes pierced at her, took in all her nakedness under the thin robe. He was visibly undressing her and she could feel it, and a wave of shame and guilt swept over her.
"John's not here right now, Dr. Dale. He's still at the office working on his article."
"Don't you think I know John's not here, my dear?" he chuckled. "Didn't I just see that young Adonis of yours flying out of here? Ho, ho, darling Jill, don't underestimate an older man who sees many things."
"I don't understand, Dr. Dale. I... I,.."
"Come, come now, my dear. No need for pretense with Dr. Dale. It's quite all right, you know. But there's no need for you to try to cover up. No, indeed."
"Listen, I've got this headache, so would you like to have a drink and wait for John? Please, you must excuse me."
"Where are you going?" he asked abruptly.
She had made a motion toward the hall, away from his lecherous eyes. He reached out and stopped her, grabbed her arm and held her firmly. His grip was strong, vicious; he held on while his eyes scanned up and down her figure, all the while smiling devilishly.
"I'm going to the bedroom to lie down a little while."
"Good," he nodded. "I'll go with you."
"Now, look!" she snapped, trying to bluff. "This has gone far enough. I know you are John's superior, but that certainly doesn't permit you to barge into his house and ..."
"And what?" he cackled. "Barge into his house and seduce his wife? No? Like that student of his has just done? And don't tell me you and that stud Phil Evans haven't been in here just now screwing each other's eyes out. Can't you see I have eyes, and ears? Why, my dear, I even heard you scream out something perfectly Anglo-Saxon just a few minutes ago. Therefore, being very human myself and given to such sweet cravings, I think it altogether fitting and proper that I be granted the same favors as some mere green-eared student? Now, wouldn't you agree, pussycat?"
"Dr. Dale," she said in exasperation, "I know you are playing some horrible practical joke. But please, I don't find it very amusing. Now, would you please just stop it and leave me alone!"
"No, my dear. I shan't leave you alone!"
His tone changed abruptly and she could tell he meant business. All of a sudden she felt trapped; it was all like a nightmare, a dream that begins beautifully and turns into sheer terror. He advanced toward her; he was tall and surprisingly thin, but his face was like the ancient mask of age. His eyes fixed luridly on her body and would not let go. She thought surely that she would be sick.
"Please," she begged as he reached out to grasp her again.
"You needn't treat me as though I were some monster. Really, Mrs. Simmons ... Jill ... I know what sort of woman you are. I could tell the first moment I saw you. You're too much woman for any one man, and that fool of a husband of yours doesn't realize that. But I do, you see. Now, you've given yourself freely to the first punk who came along. Why don't you try being just a little nice to me. You might even find it amusing, and I might surprise you. I've been known to surprise others just as lovely ... and just as lonely ... as you, my dear. Come, just relax. Do it for old Dr. Dale, that's a darling. Give old Dr. Dale an even chance ... you won't be sorry, I promise you."
"My God," she murmured, unable to move now. She felt tears welling up but they would not come. If only I could cry now, she thought desperately, maybe that would frighten him off. If only I could slap him even. But she stood immobile as his hands roughly made their way about her body outside the thin gown. The aged hands were stroking her sides, her buttocks, darting now and then playfully into her pubic area. She let her arms dangle at her sides and just stood gasping for breath that would not come evenly.
"Why, you're trembling," he smiled. "Don't be afraid, Jill. Don't be afraid of Dr. Dale. He just wants to touch you and feel your pure, beautiful body like all those other men you've known, like that green little kiddie you just let twiddle your sweet little twat."
He continued talking to her in a low, mockish tone, as he had his way with fondling her body all over. She felt his fingers digging into her vagina then, dipping into the wetness and splashing around. Feebly she tried to pull her body away from his lecherous hands but he would not be denied. Now he was pushing his own bony limbs against her and surging his pelvis against her leg.
"Please," she pleaded again. "Please, Dr. Dale..."
Just then they both heard a key turn in the back door. She jumped back in a start but the good doctor only smiled. Playfully he shrugged and reached out to touch her boobs, but she moved enough to avert the hand, and he simply patted her shoulder before walking over and sitting down on the couch. He turned and whispered: "Remember, my dear, that discretion is oftentimes a virtue."
And then John Simmons moved into the room. He stood there at the doorway from the kitchen and saw his wife in the flimsy robe; he recognized his superior then sitting primly on the couch.
"Ah, John," Dale began. "Burning the midnight oil again. Whatever am I going to do with you if you keep this torrid pace up? You see, I've had to stop by and entertain your lonely wife."
"Thank you," John said blandly. "Finishing up to my historical project Have you had a drink?"
"Ah, no, I believe not. I was just taking my constitutional out around the neighborhood and I saw Jill's light. We've been having a nice little chat about ... flowers and things. Haven't we, Jill?"
"Er, yes, yes we have," she mumbled. "If you two will excuse me now ..."
"Certainly, Jill," Dale swaggered. "And I hope we can continue our little chat again soon. Promise me?"
"Goodnight," she said simply.
"I'll take my leave too, John," Dale said, getting up. "But, oh, by the way, I've been meaning to ask what's come of the cheating case."
"Oh, you mean Phil Evans?"
"The very one."
"I haven't decided yet."
"Well, John, let me caution you that campus grapevine will soon get wind of it. You'd better act fast. I don't believe you've even filed a report with the dean yet, have you?"
"No, no I haven't. I've been so damn caught up . . ."
"Tsk, tsk. You know the rules, John."
"I'll take care of it soon, Dr. Dale."
"That's a good boy. Well, goodnight happy people. You both look absolutely charming together. If ever there was a more happily united couple, it would have to be in fairyland."
The good, kind old doctor went out with his usual aplomb, leaving John standing there in a strained state. Jill stood for a moment looking at him. She turned and stared at the door, seemed to stumble, and ran from the room.