Chapter 2
Carl paced up and down his study, so lost in thought he didn't even notice the children's toys that had been left lying around. If he got this proposal in while the Admiral was here, there was a possibility he just might get his attention enough to be able to get that research grant.
He lit a cigarette and glanced back at the typewriter. If only he knew more about what Sam Grandfield was really after. No one knew much about the Admiral who had suddenly shot to prominence with the reforms for enlisted men. There had been a lot of criticism of the "boy wonder" Admiral too. The old guard didn't like the idea of all the freedoms... go-go girls at base canteens, private rooms for the enlisted men to decorate as they chose... and the suspicion that even pot wouldn't be frowned on. The news media had played it to the hilt, of course... hailing it The New Navy and crediting Admiral Grandfield with most of the changes.
Carl sat down at his desk and picked up a pen. He doodled idly. It stood to reason that if Grand-field pushed through eased conditions for enlisted men... then he probably was interested in easing things for the officers, too. So... Carl bit the end of the pen. Damn. He needed a social situation more relaxed than the reception last night where he could feel Grandfield out.
He'd like to have the Admiral out for dinner... but it wouldn't be exactly protocol for a civilian professor to invite the Admiral for dinner. Even if he could maneuver it gracefully, Carl was aware that his house wasn't really made for that kind of entertaining. It wasn't big enough or luxurious enough... and he knew that what really worried him was that Maeve tended to get too involved in men's conversations instead of looking after the ladies.
He started pacing again. His foot hit a doll and he almost fell. Damn! Maeve hadn't even cleaned the damn house up! He kicked the doll under the couch. His attention caught by the doll, he began to look around. There were piles of old newspapers on a table... and toys strewn where the kids had left them. There was even his coffee cup from yesterday morning, and the carpet looked as though it had dandruff. Hell! Where was Maeve, anyway?
That old feeling of frustration began gnawing him again. If Maeve cared enough to stick around and look after him, maybe he'd be able to come up with something for Grandfield. God damn it! He knew he'd been passed over for promotion because he felt so pushed and uncertain at home. Christ! He couldn't even talk to Maeve about his work. She argued with him and acted as though she knew more about it than he did. Well, god damn it... he'd settled a few things last night sexually. He guessed he'd better try and settle a few things around the house. Flitting around with her god damn painting class when she needed to be home... making a home for him!
The phone cut into his thoughts with a loud ring that made him jump. "Yes?"
"It's the pest again. Y'all didn't call me last night. Oh, I know how busy you are. But that's why I called. I could see you pacing up and down over there through the window, and I said to myself... I'll bet that poor man could sure use a little break... and seeing's how I just took some home-made cookies out of the oven... they're so good when they're warm with a glass of cold milk... don't y'all think? Well, I thought you might like to come over and have some. After all, you're always doing such nice things for me. It's about time I did a little something in return."
"Gee, sounds great, Betty... but I'm kind of busy."
"I know that. I never saw a man work so hard. Maeve's a lucky girl to have a man who takes such pride in his work. But when you get a chance... you just mosey on over. Sorry I bothered you, Carl."
"Well, maybe for just a few minutes."
"Oh, you've just made me so happy! Y'all come right on over!" Betty always made him feel he was doing her the greatest favor in the world just to let her be near him. Maeve ought to take lessons from that girl. She made a man feel wanted... and strong... and capable... and, well, like a man.
Carl walked across the road and went in the back door of the Lunsford house. George seemed never to be home. Betty explained that he'd rather do his studying in the library at the Navy Postgraduate School. Carl had only had him as a student in one course and found him to be stolid and unimaginative, but conscientious.
He never failed to be impressed with the Lunsford house. It was so spotless and shining and cosy. You knew right away it had a woman in it who cared about making a home. How could George stay away from this? The blue and white kitchen was fragrant with the smell of fresh-baked cookies.
He'd knocked briefly at the kitchen door but had gone on in when there was no answer, knowing Betty was probably in the back of the house.
"Betty...?" He called again. Just then she came in from the dining room. Her face broke into a smile that carried as much punch as a kiss. Like those TV commercials where the girl blew a smile your way and it ended up a kiss on the cheek. Betty was always attractive, but he'd never seen her like this. She came toward him wearing little more than that smile. WOW!
Betty was one of those blondes that tan beautifully to a sleek golden color. Her skin set off her slanted green cat eyes and pale hair that she wore in a long ponytail. Most of her tan showed just now, for she wore white linen short-shorts so tight that her pubic mound showed clearly. Carl couldn't take his eyes from her long bronzed legs, bare up to her crotch. Her waist was just as bronzed above the shorts, for she wore only a narrow strip halter in white linen, which was much too small for the twin mounds of her breasts which threatened to tumble out at every move. He could almost see the nipples under the cloth. God damn it! She shouldn't run around like that in front of a married man.
"I was just bringing the lounge in from the back. I been out sunbathing. I just set the timer and run in to take the cookies out when they're ready. I'm so glad y'all could come over! I was feeling downright lonesome." She bustled around, setting out a plate of warm cookies on the spotless white table, complete with a large tumbler of milk and a blue and white checked napkin.
"I was feeling kind of lonesome myself," he teased, mimicking her Southern drawl.
"Maeve's out painting again?" She bent over to wipe some crumbs from the shining blue tile floor. Carl tried to tear his eyes away from her round white linen buttocks, the linen deeply creased in the crack of her ass. Betty had always been friendly, but, Christ! A guy'd have to be retarded not to see that she was throwing out more than friendliness. Hell, maybe he was just imagining things after the hot session with Maeve last night.
"I wish I could be creative like Maeve. That girl can just make anything look beautiful. But I'm just too dense to understand all that modern painting stuff. I guess I'm just a homebody at heart."
Carl stuffed another warm cookie in his mouth... and looked up. "George is a very lucky guy."
She came and sat down at the round table and leaned her chin on her hand, which deepened the cleavage between her breasts. Carl forced himself to look down at his cookies. He could feel himself getting a half hard-on just looking at her.
"George doesn't think so," she said ruefully. "He says I smother him too much. Spoil him rotten. But, I just can't help spoiling men. A girl just sort of takes that in with her mother's milk down South."
"You even spoil me." Carl waved a cookie before popping it in his mouth.
"Well, who could help spoiling you, Carl Crandall! I'd never have gotten this house in shape if it hadn't been for you. George won't fix anything. Doesn't take an interest like you do. Mercy me, I could spoil you so bad you'd just be rotten," she said softly, her green cat eyes narrowing and her pink tongue licking her lips as she laughed.
Carl jumped up, spilling half a glass of milk on the table. They'd tease-talked before, ever since the Lunsfords had moved in six months ago; he'd never taken it seriously in the past, but he knew he couldn't take much more. Betty sitting there, tanly half naked and oozing sex from every pore of that bronzed skin. The tease-talk didn't seem like teasing now.
"Why, what's the matter?" She moved to wipe up the milk with the napkin. Carl grabbed her by the shoulders and looked sternly into her eyes. "I'm leaving. If I don't I'm going to fuck you silly... that's what's the matter!"
Her mouth came the few short inches to his, and he crushed the whole bronzed length of her to him, capturing that proffered mouth in a fierce kiss. His arms were vises, one hand clenching her round buttock through the linen and the other crushing her across the back where her halter tied. God damn! Three months of abstinence and his fling with Maeve couldn't begin to fill his need. That was last night. This was today, and Betty had practically thrown herself at him. So, what the hell. He'd warned her, and now she could jolly well take the consequences. Jesus! Her tongue responded to his deep probing, and he could feel his prick fully hard and throbbing against the softness of her linen-sheathed belly, her soft breasts flattened against his chest with the nipples popping out to rocky little chips of desire.
She pulled away, gasping, "Oh, Carl!" But his greedy mouth kissed along her jaw and inner ear, his tongue poking like a hot little penis seeking shelter. His hands were cupping and stroking and caressing all up and down her back, and she could feel his prick throb against her belly. It felt so much bigger than George's, though Carl was a much smaller man. Was it possible for a smaller man to have a bigger cock? Not smaller, really. Shorter. Standing like this, Carl was only an inch or two taller than she was, but his shoulders and chest were thick and hard and powerful, his hips lean and hard, and they pushed into her deliciously. Her head was swimming, but she thought triumphantly that she had him now. Six months it had taken to get him panting and clutching her like a madman... and that's the way she liked her men. Wanting. Needing. Badly!
She could feel one of his hands close on her breast, and she let a little moan escape her lips. God, it was so good to have a man for the first time. His gestures were different, his arms were different, his mouth, his chest, his cock! Above all, his cock! And Carl's felt huge and solid and jerking with need. She ground her loins up to him, and he lifted her almost off the floor by the buttocks in an effort to push her cunt through his own loins to his backbone. Yes. He was going to be good. She could feel it. He was going to be very good!
Carl squeezed her fully ripened breast that was like a very large, softly squishy fruit in his hand, his mouth digging again at hers till she had to breathe harshly through her nose. His other hand was full of round white ass globe, and he slipped one thigh between her legs and pressed hard as he squeezed her to him. Jesus! She was a hot little piece! He'd told her he was going to fuck her silly, and he was. Right now! She smelled of soap and sunshine and faintly of oranges and violets.
Her hand found the top button of his shirt and unbuttoned it, her hand sliding inside to smooth the hair on his muscular chest. Her other hand wedged between them to find his cock making a huge bulge out the front of his trousers, bound by his shorts and pants. She smoothed and squeezed the great bulge, and it throbbed agonizingly under her hand.
"God, baby," he grunted into her mouth, and he wormed one hand inside the tight shorts to knead her buttock. "I need you. Sweet Jesus, do I ever need you," he panted between kissing her throat and ears and eyelids and cheeks. He fumbled with the neck strap of her halter, and it knotted with his feverish jerking. The feel of her bare warm tanned skin under his hands only made the cloth seem even more offensive. He pulled away long enough to grasp the flimsy halter and shred it right down the front so that both breasts popped free, plump and tanned except for triangular patches over the lower part of them where her halter sheltered her from the sun. Her nipples stood out like little guards, stiff little sentinels, peaked to points of perfection and surrounded by pale pink-coral areolas. His hands threw the halter away and then came up to weigh the heavy globes that filled his hands with lushness.
"Oh, Carl, you've torn..."
"It's all right. I'll buy you another one, baby," he whispered, his eyes laving the hot breasts, overflowing in his hands. Her hands worked behind her to unzip the tight little shorts while he held those two fleshily beautiful breasts. He leaned down to take one reddened, hard nipple in his mouth, and he sank his teeth into the satin flesh around it.
"Ohhhhh!" Her hips snaked as she wriggled the shorts down in a frantic effort to bare the rest of her skin to the sucking mouth that worked on her breast. Finally the shorts fell to the floor, and she was left standing there shaking in only her thin white nylon bikini pants that showed the blond pubic hairs mashed in delectable detail.
Carl reached down with both hands, down her silky sides to the fragile little panties, a wisp of cloth covering her pubic mound with its curled mass of blond hair. He slipped the panties down over her round white buttocks till the sliver of cloth fell to the floor around her ankles. His tongue traced from her gorged nipple down to her navel, and then he knelt to press his face right in her fleecy crotch and kiss her where she "lived."
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as she stepped out of the panties and caught his head in her hands to press his face into her pubic bone. Her thighs spread lewdly as she splayed her legs to give Carl better access to her pulsing cunt. She felt his hands cup her buttocks with hot eager palms that felt slightly sweaty from excitement... and almost without her volition her hips and pelvis ground to him in an instinctive effort to quench the fire that was raging through her loins. Her fingers twined in his hair, and she pulled him close to her crotch as she rotated her hips in a slow grinding movement.
Carl clutched her firm rounded buttocks in his hands, orbs that quivered at his touch, which sent shivers up his spine as he realized she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His mouth was full of pale curled pubic hair, and he opened his mouth wider to kiss her yearning crotch. Then he slid his mouth lower and parted the blond hair with his tongue, and then slid it lower still till it touched the top of her slit. She was delicious! He teased the slit with his tongue, sliding up and down, and she was groaning and grinding her crotch up to his questing tongue, and her legs splayed out to let him get at her private parts. Carl sent his tongue shooting into her, stiff and hard as a little penis. She was slippery, silky and wet with the love juice her body was making as preparation for his entrance. His brain was seething with the thought of her lavish lubrications welcoming him, and he sucked hard at her vaginal lips at the same time his tongue was plundering her deeply inside.
"AH-HH-HH-HH-HH!" she moaned, pressing his head even deeper into her vitals as though she was going to devour him, lips and tongue and hair and head right up into her.
Carl's knees were paining and numbing from kneeling on the polished blue and white floor, and he needed to stretch this woman out so he could fuck her properly. He withdrew his tongue and slid it all the way up her writhing body, and she quivered and shook for him as though afflicted with St. Vitus' dance. Jesus, she was so hot!... and he felt as though a raging fire had been set in his loins.
He tore at his clothes, and she opened her eyes and saw his frantic movements and held out shaking hands to help him.
"Yes, hurry, lover! Let me see that great big old cock of yours. I want to look at you." She was tugging at his pants as he jerked on his shirt. Finally she had them down, and it seemed as though they were in slow motion as she slid his jockey shorts down to free his great bulging rod that sprang forward like a fleshy beast of prey that had spotted its quarry. Her breasts jiggled as she feverishly worked and pulled, and he wanted to ram both of them in his mouth at once.
"I promised to fuck you silly, baby... and I'm going to do just that... with this." He grabbed his aching prick in his hand and used it like a spear to stab her soft tan and white belly, and the tip sank slightly into her desirable flesh.
"Oh, yes," she breathed as her hands came down and caressed the rod that shoved her belly like a great stabbing weapon. She wanted to be impaled on the huge, pulsing, hard thing that rose from his hairy loins in such mammoth splendor. She wanted to feel the shove and the filling of her pussy with that jerking, purple-headed fleshy rod deep, deep inside her very depths. She wreathed it with both hands and felt the blood pulsing inside the fleshy shaft, and the thought of taking its immensity inside her sent explosions of lust bursting in her brain. She felt drunk, as though she were going to reel and stagger at any moment. An enormous lassitude was sweeping over her, and she knew she would begin to sway and fall if she didn't get to a bed or something.
Carl pulled her magnificent naked body to him; it was striped delectably where the swimsuit had left white patches over her great thrusting breasts and the triangular strip around her hips and down over her cunt. His throbbing, aching penis buried itself again against her belly, but this time it was flesh on flesh, fire on fire. "Quick, baby. Where can we go? I've got to lay you out and fuck you. Now!"
She pushed him away and reached down and grabbed his swelling cock in her hand. "Come along, honey." She led him by the cock like a bull to slaughter, laughing deep in her throat.
"Easy, baby. Easy. Don't pull it off or it won't do you any good," he laughed with her. God, he hadn't been so fired up since... last night. The thought came as he remembered the wild contortions of Maeve. He pushed her from his brain rudely. That was last night, and he didn't want to think about that when he had this incredibly hot woman all ready to go now. He couldn't. He'd think about that when he could afford to feel guilty. Right now, screw it!
Betty led him willingly to the living room. Then, as though she couldn't put one foot before the other, she sank down on the wide blue-green flowered couch... letting his prick slide out of her hand. Her cat-green eyes fixed on his, and slowly she splayed her legs, opening herself to him. Her hands came up slowly, the tips of the fingers starting at her thighs and stroking upward till she cupped her own beautiful swollen breasts and held them up to him like a sacrificial offering. Carl could see the nipples, hard and upright and blood-red with carnal desire. Her splayed legs showed him her pink-mouthed cunt, so silky-wet and shining with the drops of her moisture. The lips of her pussy were gorged and swollen with her seething, heated desire, and they opened out like a ripe lascivious flower, the inner layers coming into view for his pleasure.
Christ! He didn't know where to start. This pulsing, giving woman waited for him to plunder her, and he had only to begin. He reached down and took her arching foot in his hand, stroking it and bending it as though it were a sexual organ that had to be caressed. Then he put her slender foot on his great throbbing cock and used it like a hand to rub and manipulate his prick. She responded immediately... by curling her toes and tangling them in the pubic hair at the thick base of his great rod and arching her foot till it almost was a hand rubbing him. Jesus! You didn't have to teach this woman anything. She knew! He might learn a few things himself!
His cock was jerking like a wild thing at her caressing foot, and she could feel the lurid, erotic, swollen thing respond. Its one eye in the bulbous head wept great seeping slips of moisture and the seminal fluid, silky and wet like thin syrup on her foot, sent tingles of anticipation running like little fine fingernails over her sensitive skin.
"Oh, God, Carl. You've got the most beautiful thing there I've ever seen. I want it in me. Fuck me soon, honey. Fuck me soon," she whispered huskily.
"It's all for you, baby. Can you take it all?" He began sliding it up her leg, leaving a trail of sticky liquid, a calling card of his own devising. Before his eyes, his cock did seem to swell even bigger with the contact on her smooth tanned skin, and it jerked and throbbed pitifully with the feel of her on the head. Her body quivered as she strove to reach up to him... as though he were running a red-hot wire over her skin, and it clove to his rod wherever it went in a frantic quaking. He trailed that great, enormous, pulsing penis over her skin, ever upward till it rested between her breasts like a thick knife about to split her asunder.
Betty reached down and clasped the beautiful big pulsating shaft in her hands, and she lifted her head and enclosed the head in her lips, making her mouth a funnel. She sucked eagerly.
"Go-od-od-od-od-oooooood!" He screamed as though pinioned. The flames were whipping up from the end of his prick in great enveloping licking whirls as her mouth closed and sucked on him, hard and wet. She was an artist. God knew where and who she'd learned on, but he knew she'd been doing this for a long time and he suspected with many different partners. Jesus! So what? All he cared about was fucking and sucking her to exhaustion. Silly? He was going to fuck her crazy! Fuck her till she raved and fell unconscious!
In spite of the fact that her sucking was practiced and expert, he needed to plunge into her very depths... to dive and hit the bottom and never come up for air. Suddenly he pulled back and stood fully erect.
"Don't," she pleaded with closed eyes, her breath coming in fitful pants. "Please don't take it away from me," she begged. "Let me suck your beautiful great cock. I want to suck you dry, Carl, honey." Her breasts were heaving with her breathing, and they rose and fell in naked majesty. Her arms reached up to him.
It was too much. Too fucking much! God damn! This woman was driving him right out of his skull! He fell between her legs then as though he were diving into a warm comforting bed. As he dove he aimed right at her warm waiting pulsing little blond-haired pussy. And he made it! His face buried in her neck, and the tip of his prick touched home right on her wet waiting cunt. Rising on his knees, he shoved with his butt and plunged the dagger of his flesh right up to the hilt on one zooming dive. She arched and screamed a high wail.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH... ahhhhhh... ak... aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" Betty felt the knife of him go into her, but it was not a knife. It was a tree... a trunk... a hot searing three-inch diameter axe that notched her cunt in a blazing cut that felt as though she were split irreparably asunder! Mother of all! She knew he was big... far bigger than George... but God in heaven! He'd split her in two by shoving so hard in that one emblazoned spearing. He was killing her! Her head thrashed! Jesus! Was she bleeding like a virgin, which she hadn't been since fifteen, when her uncle had caught her in her mother's sewing room after grandpa's funeral?
Unable to weep for a grandfather who'd been a remote old man that she hardly knew, much less cared about, Betty had sneaked upstairs when all the weeping had started again after the return from the graveyard. She threw herself on the daybed and picked up a fashion magazine. Soon she was lost in imagining herself in all the smart clothes that were pictured in the slick pages of Vogue.
She didn't even hear the door open, she was so immersed in the bright pages... swearing to herself that she would have all the beautiful things she wanted someday. She didn't care what she had to do to get them either. Her mother's lot was not for her.
The floor squeaked, and she looked up, startled to find her Uncle Joe almost right beside her. Then he was sitting on the edge of the daybed.
He was a man of medium height and medium age, with fawn-colored hair and eyes as though he'd been dipped in tan dye. Even his skin looked tanned and almost the same color as his eyes and hair. He must have been forty at least, and old to her. Not even her uncle, really... just married to Aunt May. A good catch, everyone said, for he owned a small dry goods store and was getting up in the world. He'd always been extra nice to Betty and seemed to enjoy his uncle role.
"I saw you come up here, honey. I don't blame you. All that weeping downstairs can't do the old man any good now. Here. I brought you a glass of sherry."
She sat up against the pillows and stared at him. "But I'm not allowed to have liquor."
"Well, my folks are Polish, and everyone is allowed liquor at funerals and weddings... even the little kids. Helps to get people through things like this. Go on. It's all right. I'm having some, too."
She sipped tentatively. It tasted funny and was hot going down her throat, but when it got to her stomach it spread out to a lovely warmth that felt wonderful. He talked to her soothingly, and she didn't feel guilty any more about not being able to grieve even a little for her grandfather.
The next thing she knew he was patting her and hugging her and giving her more sherry. Then his hand had slid up her dress, and before she could protest he'd snaked it inside her panties and prodded her privates in an indescribably delicious way. It felt so good, and a warmth spread through her like she had never known before. She knew it was wicked and sinful, but she couldn't stop once he'd really touched her.
The whole world had whirled and turned later when he'd locked the door and threatened to tell terrible lies about her if she didn't submit. He also tantalizingly held out the offer of some pretty dresses from the store if she kept quiet and let him "love" her. His fevered hands and hot mouth on her breast had turned the tide, and she couldn't have stopped him if she'd wanted to. His hands and mouth did strange things to her body that she didn't really understand, since she had only dimly heard whispered discussions of the facts of life. She only knew that she'd never felt so alive and marvelous and powerful, for he was almost weeping with joy and kept making extravagant promises.
Everything was wonderful until he'd actually entered her body with that huge thing that jutted from his hairy body. It had hurt so terribly, and he had held his hand across her mouth so her cries were muffled to grunting and groanings.
She'd struggled and twisted, her eyes bugged out in terror and pain, and the tears had poured from her in what seemed like rivers down her cheeks. She would have been even more terrified had she known her hymen had been ruptured by his great prick and that she was bleeding. Later it had gotten wonderful, and the pain miraculously had disappeared, but it had taken a long time.
Since that day she had never felt a cock as big or painful as Carl's, which filled her now and stretched her elasticized pussy to the tearing point... and she had felt several cocks in her young life. The cocks had taken her out of that grimy little southern town to Memphis and then to Houston, where she had met and married the first bright young lieutenant who asked her. George's folks were more than comfortable, and she was very mindful of that. It just hadn't occurred to her that George's father could have a heart attack and lose his automobile agency, his insurance agency, and his motel all in the space of three years.
Carl moved his mouth up to hers and sank his tongue deeply inside the hot cave of hers, bruising her there as painfully as he bruised her tight little pussy. He always had had trouble with small girls, and since he was short for a man he always seemed to be attracted to the little dolls. His cock was truly outsize for a guy of normal height, and it was always a shock the first time he rammed it into a woman. Once they adjusted to it... they loved it.
He eased out just a fraction and then slid it back to the dark resting place hard against her womb. She moaned and gasped around his tongue, but her pelvis tilted up to him slightly. He sucked her tongue voraciously and then rammed his tongue back in her mouth in mock fucking. Again he eased out and then slid back, and her pelvis responded a little more this time. That was it. Oh, God, yes, baby.
Then Betty felt Carl ease further out, and his mouth left hers to find one of her breasts. He nibbled it very gently with his lips and teeth till the tingling spread from the focal point of her nipple all over her body and washed her like a million licking little tongues. "Ohhhh... yesss... honey... suck my tit for me!" His whole mouth came around her breast as far as he could reach, as though he were trying to get the entire thing in his mouth, which he couldn't. She could feel her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Then he sucked the rigid gorged little nipple as though he were going to actually get the nourishment from her that he needed... as though milk or honey were actually flowing into his mouth. "Oh, yes," she sighed, and she could feel it flowing out of her into his hot sucking mouth, and his hand was pinching her other nipple in the pain that was ecstasy.
Carl moved his mouth to the other breast and bit it none too gently, and she arched under him and screamed epithets of encouragement that made him jockey in and out of her viselike cunt in a funny short little rhythm.
"Oh, God, yessssss. Darling. OOOOOOOOOO, honey! Fuck me! Easy first. You're... so huge. Don't hurt me... promise. Just fuck... me... ohhh!"
Carl rocked in and out easily. Nice and easy in little short strokes to get her used to him. Gradually he lengthened and stretched it out till he could feel his whole cock sliding in the tight warm tunnel of her. When he pulled his prick up from the hot vacuum of her vagina that was beginning to milk him with walls of hot rubbery, clinging flesh, he pulled it all the way so only the very tip was still barely embedded in her. She whimpered faintly and caught his ass in her hands and pulled him into her till he could feel the head of his throbbing, bulging cock hit the bottom and ram into the yielding cervix. She wanted him inside her, filling her now. She wasn't hurting so now. It was hurting good! The working over he'd given her breasts had flowed even more lubricants deep inside her to ease his hard prick that was all but pounding now! Oh, Christ, it had been so long since he'd had a really good fuck!
Betty ran her hands from his lean, muscle-hardened ass up his back to his powerful shoulders. She ran her tongue along his thick neck and up to his ear and around the orifice. "God, baby!" He moaned and buried his face against her shoulder... and she could feel his heated breath coming in rasps now. Oh, God, she thought, I've never been so filled... so fucked... so well fucked! She could feel that enormous prick jerk inside her, and it sent ripples of overlapping rapture radiating through her body. And she was arching up to meet his deepening thrusts so bone met bone and she could get no closer. She tried anyway. She wanted that giant prick to stab even farther, and she slid her legs around his hairy calves in a frantic opening of her thighs even wider.
Carl felt her arch and buck under him as her body took him in ever-rising urgency. "That's it, baby. Fuck back! Fuck... fuck till we spin off the whole fucking planet!"
"Yesss," she answered, her legs wrapping higher onto his hips so his pounding pole could get even deeper into her churning vagina and her whole cunt would be even more open and receptive to him. She began to climb his pole now! Climb it to ride high so her clitoris could contact his pleasure-giving shaft that stroked in and out of her now in a long easy rhythm.
"Come on... buck, you beautiful bitch," he panted. "Come on, baby." He felt her nails begin to dig his back like ten little sharp needles that stabbed a pleasure-pain message to his fevered head. Jesus, she was good! Jesus Christ! He rammed her harder and harder... deep up into her belly, and he could feel the sweat trickle from his forehead and it felt as though even his brain was tearing joyfully and the tears came out sweat in drops that dribbled down his skin.
Her hands moved to his face, and she caught his jaws and kissed his mouth. Carl rammed his tongue between her white teeth and fucked her mouth as hard as he fucked her voracious little cunt. The pressure in his balls was unbearable, and he could feel that the dam was not going to hold much longer now.
She tore her mouth away to gasp raggedly, "Ohhh... God! Soo good... oh... Carl, honey... it's soooooo good!" She clutched him even tighter around the waist with her legs, fighting to keep him as deeply sunk in her belly as she could, for every sawing of that great cock in and out of her brought her ever closer to a rising plateau of pleasure that drew her irresistibly. Betty felt his hands slide under her buttocks and draw her pelvis even higher, and he draped her legs across his shoulders until her whole naked, wet, dripping cunt was open to his onslaught. God! He went in even deeper... so deep she felt his cock would ram right through her body and come out the back of her neck.
Carl felt the tremors run through her body as she strained up to him in frantic archings and groanings. His balls were slapping hard against her ass now, and the scent of fucking, her smell mixed with his own, hit his nose and sent shudders of heightened lust through his laboring body. He reached underneath and felt the moisture trickling down the crack of her round ass cheeks. He moved his finger till he found the crinkled little bud of her asshole, all wet with her love dew. He stabbed his finger into her resisting little hole, and she arched even higher, screaming, "Goddddddddddddd!" He pushed further into the tight, clenching hole, and the flesh, tender as it was, ridged on his finger as though it were a lock and would never let him go. He timed his plunging finger to his pillaging cock and buried them both in her sensitive flesh in dual thrusts. Every flailing of her thrashing body impaled her even deeper on either his cock or his finger, since both openings were filled with him, and he pounded like a maniacal bull gone completely berserk.
"That's it... baby... fuuuuuuuk! I'm going... to fill... fill you up... with cum... till it comes out your ears! Oh, fuck... baby!"
"Yesssssss," she hissed, her head beginning to thrash and roll from side to side. "Yesss... fuck me gooooood! Hard... hard... fuck harder!"
Her lewd words ricocheted in his head and bounced off his consciousness like snaking whips that cracked his body to extra effort when he thought he'd used up all he had. Crazy, gorgeous, fucking woman! God damn... it was so great to have strange tail! Jesus Christ... he was never going to spend another ten years with only the familiar, comfortable ass. He had to have this strange stuff! It was too god damned mind-blowingly-good!
The pain in her virginal ass had eased to a strange exotic sensation that heightened as she felt him plunge her... cunt and ass in complete abandon, fucking her in wild thrusts with the mindless intensity of a bull! Oh sweet Jesus! He was the best cock she'd had in years. Maybe the very best ever! She never wanted him to stop thrusting her, impaling her, stabbing her, but she knew her time was close. The fire was building in her loins to a white heat that licked higher and higher with every plunge of that great throbbing prick and every stab of that long invading finger up her ass. No one had ever told her that pain could turn to so much pleasure. The thin wall of membrane separating his prick and his finger felt so fragile and quaking, as though the two invaders into the depths of her body might meet at the peak of her climax that was building to a high pinnacle left standing in a wide plain.
Carl's study was empty. Some papers were strewn around on his desk, and his morning coffee cup was still there. The kids' toys from yesterday were still lying about, too, Maeve noted ruefully. She bent down and gathered them up in her arms and marched through to the other end of the house to deposit them on the pink shelves in the girls' bedrooms.
She made herself a drink and took it into the bathroom. The gin and tonic tasted cold and crisp, and she was parched after the long class and the drive home in the hot sun. She stripped her paint-stained jeans and shirt off, stepped out of her white bikini panties, and let her breasts fall free when she unhooked the white nylon bra. She picked up her drink and sipped it, looking at her naked white body in the mirror. Her body looked better than it had yesterday... her breasts fuller and higher, the waist narrower and the slope of her carved marble hips more sculptured. She blushed at her own image in the mirror, remembering last night. A woman needed to be loved... and she had never been so thoroughly loved as she had last night. So today even her own body looked more beautiful to her.
She was going to make it more so. She had to shower and smooth on cologne and powder to make herself sweet-smelling for Carl. After last night, how could she do anything else? She shivered in the warm bathroom, wondering what delights he would initiate tonight.
Maeve sang in the shower, and she soaped and scrubbed and rinsed every inch of herself, including her hair. A rough buffeting with the thick blue towels and she was dry and satiny. Fortunately her hair only needed toweling too, and then a good brushing to fall into the shiny cap of mahogany brown. She pulled on orange tights and a short camel suede miniskirt that wrapped and tied at the waist and an orange turtleneck. In the middle of dressing, she began to wonder where Carl was. It suddenly hit her that his car had been in the driveway when she came in. She'd assumed he might have been around the other side of the house, watering or checking the garden, but she hadn't seen or heard any sign of him.
A stop in the kitchen to make herself another drink, and then she wandered out to the garden. The willow tree he was so proud of waved languidly in the breeze, but there was no Carl anywhere. That's funny, she thought. Could he have gone up to see the Adelmans who lived up the hill? Not likely. They didn't know them too well. Gone for a walk? Carl's outdoor activities were usually confined to gardening. A little knot appeared between her smooth brows. She tried to relax, but she couldn't. Something was really bothering her about Carl's being gone. As she walked back around the house and onto the deck that overlooked the undulating valley below and the rising hills, she saw the roof of the Lunsford house across the street. She admitted to herself then that that was it.
She was afraid Carl might be there as he had been so many times before. Maeve smiled ruefully to herself. After last night, she'd assumed he wouldn't want to go visiting Betty Lunsford... and she still didn't know if he was there.
Sipping her drink, she went thoughtfully into the house. A flick of the button, and the hi-fi filled the house with soft music. She'd start dinner, she told herself, and he'd be along.
The two big steaks that she'd thawed lay on the refrigerator shelf. They took so little time that it would be silly to start them now. A celebration. That's what she'd planned. A celebration of their being really together again... after last night. The long-necked bottle of champagne leaned against the milk cartons, too tall to go in upright.
She refused to let herself speculate on Carl's being at Betty's... if he was. Instead she flew into a quick fury of straightening and cleaning the house. When she went into high gear she could get it presentable in about an hour.
Maeve vacuumed hurriedly, running the whining machine quickly from room to room. When she got to the study the sight of the Lunsford house through the window hit like a blow in the belly. If he was there... after last night! It would be too much to have him fawning around that babe who oozed sex from every pore. Don't be a fool, one part of her argued. Find out for sure, another threw in. Get the house clean for him. It's important to him, chimed in another.
Her hand shook on the vacuum cleaner handle. The clock told her she'd been home almost an hour. The warring parts of her mind went at it in fierce battle. Suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer. The machine died with a snarl as her finger switched it off. As if in a trance, she slid back the sliding glass door and walked purposefully down the graveled driveway.