Chapter 4
Through some strange mechanical knowledge of its own, my car found its way to the sprawling house with the manicured front lawn-the darkened house that had been masquerading as a home for nearly four years. I glanced blurry-eyed at my watch as the big engine died. Nearly three. The cabin cruiser was gone from the Foster's driveway next door. I wondered vaguely, without really caring, whether Foster and Ella had heard me drive away earlier in the evening. He had left the garage doors opened and I could see that his wife, Diana, had not yet returned from her visit, for there was no sign of her sleek yellow bomb.
A ripple of nausea strummed dully at my abdominal wall. It had been a mistake, stopping for those vodkas after the drinks at Holly's apartment. I sat quite still for a moment, breathing deeply, almost painfully deep draughts of cool night air, listening to the ticking sounds beneath the hood as the engine cooled. My drunkenness remained a source of curiosity to me only until I remembered that I hadn't eaten since lunch. Goddamn! Maybe there would be remnants of sandwich-makings in my neighborly wife's box.
I climbed out of the car and stumbled toward the house. Ella was asleep, I discovered, when I checked the bedroom. Lying on her side with a look of complete innocence. I threw back the covers and discovered that she had not even bothered to put on her nightclothes after disrobing. She probably hadn't even bothered to clean Dave's cum from her body before going to bed. Bitch! I thought as I stood looking down at her, wondering if she'd ever screwed him in our bed while I was away from home. If you can put out for him, you can damn well put out for me, I thought, shaking her roughly.
"Whaa-what the hell are you doing?" she demanded crossly.
"We're going to fuck, my loving wife."
"Oh, let me the hell alone," she growled and tried to pull the covers over herself. I raised my hand high and hit her as hard as I could across the face. She screamed. "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked, now fully awake and completely sober.
"You can put out for everybody but me, can't you," I said, striking her again on the other side of the face.
She rolled to the far side of the bed and tried to run from the room. "I'm going to call the police. You're drunk-or you're out of your mind -or both," she yelled. I lunged for her and knocked her to the floor before she could get to the door. She fought like a furious tiger, but I dragged her back to the bed.
"What you need is taming, bitch!" I said coldly, slapping her twice more. Her face was scarlet and I felt some small satisfaction in knowing that she would carry a few marks for the next couple of days. I unfastened my belt with one hand, not releasing my grip on her hair with the other. The belt slid easily from my trousers.
"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, then more bravely she demanded: "Cord! Stop this nonsense! You are making a damn fool of yourself!"
I yanked her around and then threw her face down on the bed. The belt wrapped around my hand, I began, slowly and methodically, to lash her. As the belt cut into the tender flesh of her white ass-the ass she so willingly gave to Dave just a few hours before-she tried to wriggle away, but I caught her by one foot and continued to cross whip her butt.
"Don't-don't you do this to me!" she cried, trying to wriggle from my grasp and the flailing belt. "No! No! Ohh! Don't! I'll-ooohh! Oww! Oooooh! Oooo, you're hurt-ing-meeee! My bot-torn! You're killing meee! Arrrgghh!" And the red welts built up on her white cheeks and the tanned upper legs.
I found tremendous pleasure in whipping the two cheeks which had writhed a short time ago for Dave as they now writhed for me. She finally lay still on the bed-sobbing. I dragged her body to the side of the bed so her ass was on the edge. My prick felt as though it had never been bigger or more in need of a hot hole-and my wife's hot asshole was going to be as obliging to me now as it had been to the neighborhood fisherman. A pillow jammed under her unresisting body raised that dark puckery eye to the level I wanted and I jammed my blood-filled cock at it.
"Oh, God, use some oil or something! You'll tear me to pieces if you try to do it dry like this. Please, Cord ... please ... for God's sake, Cord!"
I could have given a damn less about anything or anyone at that moment. As Ella clenched her cheeks, I rammed her asshole with my finger. She screamed and I rammed harder. "I'll teach you to spread the joy outside our bedroom," I said, toying with her anus, twisting and turning my finger into the tender flesh, forcing my way up to the first joint.
Ella was right. It was dry-and tight-and I hoped to hell it hurt a lot. I spread her buttocks with my thumbs so widely that even her cleft was exposed along with the brown ring of her anus. I jammed my finger into her cunt and rammed it around to stir up her body fluids. These I transferred to the rubbery ring I intended to penetrate. She was getting juicy, and I was getting more and more excited. I bent my head to that brown eye and tentatively ran my tongue around its edge. She uncontrollably writhed.
Rocking my tongue on the tightly puckered anus, I felt Ella responding in spite of herself.
I washed the whole rubbery ring with my tongue, holding wide open her cheeks and kneading the soft white flesh with my hands. She involuntarily clenched her cheeks against my face and I found I was making ground into this dark recess with my tongue. I was determined to wear down her resistance and make her scream for an ass-fucking. My tongue began to penetrate and, without will, her back arched and her butt thrust itself toward me. I knew I was winning. I pushed my cock against the saliva lubricated hole relentlessly. My prong finally broke through the resisting asshole ring and drove up the dark passage as I became engulfed in heat and tightness.
"Awwww! Aww! Ahhh ... ooooh!" She was impaled. I rammed in to the hilt, drew back until only the head was captured by that tight muscle and then rammed deep, deep, and deeper again. I made myself think of a dozen different things because I did not want to cum. I wanted to pole this bitch, split her if possible, ream her ass so she couldn't sit for a week. She moaned for me to let her go and still I prodded and rammed.
When she was completely limp and unresisting, I drew all the way out and commanded her to turn over. She just lay very still, so I crossed her ankles and unceremoniously flipped her on her back. She made no effort to resist as I reached down and raised her to a sitting position by using her hair. Slapping her across the face again, I said, "Okay, bitch, now suck me off!"
"Oh, Cord, don't! Please! I can't!" she pleaded frantically, trying to get away.
I jammed her face into my groin, gave her a savage yank on her head and commanded her to lick my prick. She obeyed. Only when my shaft was again shiny did I allow myself to think of what I really wanted to do-to shoot my jism into my wife's mouth. I held her head almost smotheringly tight to my body and mouth-fucked her until she choked on my sperm stream.
She fell back on the bed, and I went downstairs. I constructed a ham sandwich, and was standing near the kitchen window gnawing at it when headlights arced into the driveway next door. Diana Foster had returned.
I used up about four seconds contemplating the decision, and just one more bite out of the ham sandwich, before I had captured a half-full quart of vodka from the bar in the living room and was moving toward the front door. Diana had wriggled her ass, usually gorgeously bikini-clad or pressed firm and lovely into hot pants, in my direction on more than one occasion in the past. So now I had absolutely no guilt about making a move.
She was still beside the car, her head and shoulders inside, apparently getting a package from the front seat. Her rounded ass projected deliciously from the car. I stopped behind her, just close enough that when she began to straighten up and step back, her buttocks kissed the hard bulge in my trousers. She whipped abruptly erect and spun around, apparently terrified for that first moment, but then quickly and smilingly relieved.
"Cord! For God's sake, give a girl a little warning, will you? I thought for sure I was about to get shafted by the Mad Rapist or something."
"Who knows?" I whispered, conspiratorially -but also rather stupidly-gesturing with the vodka. "Maybe you are about to be. Or something." I was grinning the neighborly welcome-home grin. "Sorry if I startled you, though. Just wanted to brief you on your husband's whereabouts and offer you a welcoming snort." I saluted again with the bottle.
"Well, come on in, for God's sake." She slammed the car door and led the way through the dark garage to the kitchen entrance of their house. "Where's El?" She was busy keying open the door.
"Bed," I said. "I haven't seen her for about twenty minutes, so I don't know where or with whom. All those extracurricular activities tire a poor housewife out, you know."
I hadn't intended a double meaning, but Diana gave me a look as she pushed open the door and put on the light that told me she'd heard something other than what I'd said.
"And where, pray tell, is my darling husband?" She dropped her package on the nearest counter and turned. "Never mind. The boat's gone-he's gone. Right?"
"Uh huh."
She sighed and produced two glasses, then began rummaging in the freezer for an icetray. I watched her closely, appreciating the clean, classic line of her profile, the proud brow, the delicate nose, the crimson sensual symmetry of her lips.
My eyes were lingering on her straining breasts swelling against the thin fabric of her blouse when she suddenly turned toward me, icetray extended. "Better make mine a double -on the rocks," she said, her eyes long-lashed and suddenly sultry, drawing mine upward from her breasts like magnets. Diana, it was quite plain even in my alcoholic stupor, knew quite well why I had come to welcome her.
I made the drinks, handing her one of them. "We're all supposed to meet him there tomorrow night and spend the weekend on the boat. Sound like fun?" I asked as we moved toward the dark living room.
"It'll be the highlight of my week," Diana said with unconcealed irony. Sinking back on the couch without putting on a light, she patted the cushion beside her invitingly. "Sit down. You should feel right at home, having a young broad like me on a couch, Doctor." She drank off the straight vodka like water, and then held out her glass, indicating with a nod that she wanted me to share mine rather than make her another.
"Believe it or not, Diana, the majority of my patients aren't young. And damn few of them would qualify as ladies, although I do have one male interior decorator who might qualify." The vodka had made my tongue more glib.
Diana's head moved slowly along the back of the couch, coming to rest against my shoulder. The scent from her soft brown hair was maddening, as she whispered, "When did Dave leave for the lake?" Translation: My husband's forty miles away, you asshole-let's fuck!
I clamped my teeth on the edge of the glass to stop the shaking as I drank. What was I doing here? I wondered as I said, "Sometime after six. I-uh-saw him for a few minutes before I went upstairs for a nap. Gone when I came to."
Diana was rubbing her head against my shoulder and one of her hands was creeping like a warm, tender crab lightly along my leg. My cock had become a rigid, pulsating trapped animal, throbbing hotly against my thigh. Her hand discovered this for itself a moment later and closed warmly on the shaft.
Somehow I managed to get rid of the glass in my hand, and a moment later she was in my arms, her open lips searching for mine, her tongue plunging wildly like a hot serpent, into my mouth. I could feel her hand clasping and unclasping, squeezing my cock in a kind of mute desperation as she ground her mouth against my own in a fury of passion. The fingers of my right hand, with a volition of their own, had found the buttons in the back of her blouse and were slowly undoing each one, moving carefully downward, until only her bare skin and the band of her bra met my touch.
She brought her hand suddenly upward from its grip on my hardened cock and began fumbling with my belt in a frenzy-her lips still locked tightly on mine, her breasts heaving violently against my chest.
She broke the kiss and her lips quickly went to my ear, her breath like a flame. "Let's go into the bedroom." Her voice was a husky whisper as she rose from the couch, pulling me after her. I followed like a man in a dream.
Slowly-still locked in an embrace-we moved toward the dark hallway of the house, finally arriving at the doorway of the bedroom. Diana freed herself and was stripping out of her clothes while I watched, fascinated, as she peeled away the layers of cloth that had concealed her nakedness from my eyes. There was only a frail haze of light reaching the length of the hall to where we stood, but it was enough for me to see quite clearly the thrusting, taut nipples of her supple, satiny breasts. As she slowly rolled the silken fabric of her panties over her lovely thighs, the soft dark triangle of pubic hair came into view.
She dropped the panties and fell to her knees before me, her hands working frantically at my belt, tugging the trousers downward, taking shorts and all in their clutching grasp. My cock sprang upward as though spring-loaded as she freed it from its bondage and, creeping forward on her knees, her hands holding her breasts on either side, she pressed the soft warm globes of flesh against the swollen mast of my cock, capturing its length between them. It was an incredibly delightful sensation-one I had never experienced before-and judging by Diana's apparent enjoyment-one which she found equally delightful.
Gripping my turgid sex firmly in the clasp of her satiny-smooth breasts, she began rocking slowly back and forth, and then up and down, sliding the rapidly tightening skin along the stiffening organ as my blood pumped fiercely into its muscular length. The head, swelling scarlet and huge, appeared about to burst as it rode in and out of the velvety crevice she had formed with the pressure of her hands. She stopped her movement on the downstroke, holding her breasts' flesh tightly around the base of my throbbing cock-her hardening nipples brushing lightly against my loins-and began lapping voraciously with her fiery wet tongue, swinging its slippery pink length around and around the broad swollen glans as it protruded proudly upward against her lips.
I tore out of the rest of my clothes and pulled her to her feet, feeling the head of my surging cock sliding along her body until-it lay rigidly upright between us, pressuring against her flat stomach. Diana began moaning, undulating, a low wailing note deep in her throat like a bitch in heat as she clutched herself tightly to me and began slowly grinding her hips even closer to me as her passion grew.
Her entire body began to tremble, and she retreated just enough to get one hand between us. I felt her warm fingers closing over the powerful erection, bending it downward and to one side, pushing it forcibly and inexorably toward the burning crevice between her thighs. I bent my knees slightly and she guided the hardened column of flesh expertly into position, lodging it securely in the fulcrum of her body, holding it firmly, almost painfully against her incredibly hot, already dripping cunt. I could feel the now-slippery head rearing firmly upward, nestling itself in the cleavage of her buttocks.
The softly bearded wetness of the lips of her cunt were pressing hotly downward against the thick shaft like an open, eager mouth as she began thrusting gently forward and sliding slowly backward along the entire length of the stiffened cock she held captured between her legs, moistening it from tip to balls with her own sexual juices. This made it jerk violently in reflex at every stroke, the throbbing head seeming to struggle more sharply upward each time it was drawn with maddening slowness across the flaming slippery slit. It was a kind of sensual teasing I had never experienced before and I could feel my balls gathering pressure rapidly at this new sensation, threatening to burst and fling their imprisoned juices halfway across the room at any moment.
Gripping her ass suddenly with both hands, I squeezed her cheeks firmly, forcibly stopping her motion. My inability to "take it" appeared to amuse her, for she tilted her head back a bit, smiling lewdly, tensing her thighs spasmodically on the hard muscle she stood astride as though it were a sawhorse instead of a cock.
Still smiling, she said, "What's the matter, Cordie?" Teasingly, like a little over-sexed girl, she whispered, "Big strong man afraid he's gonna blow his load all over the rug? Big strong man want to fuck Diana? Hmmmm?" She nuzzled quickly again to my mouth, her tongue darting like a pink flame. Then moving her head to one side, she licked her way toward my neck and dropped her tone to a bare whisper. "Okay, big strong man, Diana will let you fuck her. Put it in me, Cordie. Put that big stiff prick all the way up in my juicy cunt. Fuck me, Cordie. Fuck me now!"
Gradually, the pressure in my balls had eased. Still gripping the cheeks of her ass in both hands, I began raising her up slowly as she locked both her arms around my neck for support. Inch by gentle inch, her ready cunt moved upward, that taut shaft of my cock following obediently, the angle increasing more and more sharply as the weight of her body withdrew, the searching, slippery head sliding ever closer to the entrance of her inflamed vagina.
Groaning with the rapturous agony of the sensation, I felt the silken smoothness of the hot inner lips of her beautiful pussy closing flu-idly over the end of my cock, clasping the swollen head firmly in its honey-slick grip. Her whole body shuddered involuntarily as the blood-gorged glans lodged securely within her, and I could feel the powerful muscles of her cunt slowly contracting fiercely on the thick shaft just beneath the head as she trembled against me, hanging on with a passionate desperation.
Using her hold around my neck for leverage, Diana began to move, lifting her torso just enough to slip the head of my wildly pounding prick in and out of the sucking grasp of her cunt, moving faster and faster as the thrilling touch of the rubbery tip massaging her clitoris drove her closer and closer to climax. Then, locking her legs tightly around my waist, she forced her entire weight heavily downward, sinking my rock hard cock seven inches deep in her belly. She hung there motionless for a moment, impaled on my manhood, breathing heavily against my bare shoulder-lost in the delicious pleasure of an erect male organ buried full-length in her cunt, throbbing savagely against her sponginess. The soft tangle of her pubic hair mingled with my own as she pressed her marvelous pussy even more fiercely downward, forcing herself so tightly against me that I could feel the delicate, petal-like inner lips of her cunt touching the flesh at the very base of my cock.
Supporting her ass with my hands, I moved toward the bed. Her naked body bobbed rhythmically in short jerks on the rigid shaft embedded deep in her cunt as I moved. Placing my weight on my knees at the very edge of the bed, I lowered her gently until she was on her back, my cock still buried nearly to the hilt inside her, feeling as though it were about to snap off from the intense pressure as her new position caused it to bend sharply downward.
She nearly went mad and began moaning wildly, her legs still laced tightly behind my back, thrusting sharply with her ass, unable to contain her passion any longer, starting to fuck even before I was in position above her. I fell across her and lunged so deeply into her I felt my balls smack sharply against her buttocks. She groaned and began meeting my thrusts with hard driving rhythm that matched my own. She was suddenly writhing in a frenzy beneath me, her flame-like tongue shooting in and out of my mouth in perfect cadence with the stiff prick plunging swiftly in and out of her cunt.
She arched her back like a drawn bow and lifted her perfect little ass completely off the bed-holding it in mid air-riding my rampant cock in a fury, whipping her buttocks back and forth like a piston. The steaming slick walls of her blazing pussy were sucking the sperm up and out of my balls with every movement of the savage suction her cunt was creating all along its length. I was deep. I couldn't be deeper if I had another seven inches, and my prick was throbbing like a second heart beat.
She gave a muscle twitch with her pussy and I gave an answering throb. My rock hard muscular shaft jerked and she responded by moving her abdominal muscles against the pulsating head of my cock. She dropped her pelvis and my rod moved out about an inch, and then she rammed again with her pelvis and my shaft shot upward again and again.
Slowly-then a wild thrust-a jab-then a small withdrawal-one and a half-three- three and a half and- home-deep against her walls. She began wildly undulating her hips from side to side around my shaft-paying homage to my prick's throbbing muscles-my shaft shooting like an arrow from a fifty-pound bow to the target of her moist walls of cuntdom as her body wantonly pulled me into her.
Her hard tipped breasts lunged at me as she lashed her body, grinding me deeper and deeper than I'd ever been before. I straightened at arms' length, careful not to dislodge my shaft from her honey pot, bending my mouth to suck full of those lush tits. I sucked frantically on them as she fucked on my prong, and we rose and fell on the bed like two people possessed but of one body.
Her pussy was devouring my prick and her breasts darkened so the nipples looked as though they were strangers on the full white glistening mounds. Her hands reached to my buttocks and she clenched her fingers on the tender skin, but I didn't feel her nails-only the loosening and tightening muscles of her cunt walls.
I rode her high, scraping my cock against her clitoris; and I rode her low, punching my prong ever deeper into her womb. My hips rotated and I scraped her vaginal walls with my hearty ridge of gristle as she rolled her head and ground her delicious ass.
"Oh, baby, you should do this for a living. You'd make millions," I groaned as her talented muscles played on my prong like fingers on a harp string.
Her cunt took charge of her body and her lower abdominal muscles rippled. Her velvet-lined box was too good to be true. She was like a twenty-one jeweled, ball-bearing machine as I smashed like a pile driver into that hot pussy. The hairs of our body tangled in the juices flowing from that steaming honey pot and I reached under her to get a firm grip on her ass while my mouth sought hers and my tongue lunged into that other welcome opening. We tongue-fucked as we body-fucked-and her pussy was singing a joyful message.
We reached the peak of the mountain together, and I clawed at her ass with an animal roar at the very instant the wild plummeting rhythm she was beating on my cock hesitated for perhaps a half a breath as her whole body seemed to freeze in its onslaught of ecstasy and grow rigidly tense in every muscle. Then she slammed her ass upward one final ferocious time and began grinding her mount of venus savagely against me, rotating her hips wildly and choking off a tight little scream as her orgasm struck and took command of her body.
The swollen head of my cock drove deep into her belly and burst in a fireball of spurting sperm-my balls drawn tightly against the throbbing thick base of the shaft, pumping the cum into her magnificent cunt with incredible force. When she felt the powerful spurting of hot semen deep within her body, she seemed to go momentarily crazy beneath me, writhing even more wildly than before, beginning again the fierce pumping of her ass. She didn't stop the exquisite suctioning of her pussy on my ejaculating cock until every drop had been drained and the stiff muscle had begun relaxing and softening inside her. Then she clasped me tightly to her, holding me in a long open-mouthed kiss before she lay still again. My nearly flaccid penis still enclosed by her sperm-soaked cunt, I fell upon her, exhausted, and we lay quietly for a long moment.
And then a sudden realization struck me, forcing something like nausea into my breast. I freed myself from her, found my clothing in the near-darkness at the foot of the bed, and began throwing them on as I headed out of her house. I didn't pause until I was through the thick darkness of the garage and was standing in the moonlight-my breath coming in hard, rasping gasps-the nausea receding. I looked up and watched the moon racing the clouds, but the realization wouldn't go away-I'd been pretending she was Holly!