Chapter 7

I noticed that Ella's car was gone from the garage when Holly and I reached the house about five, after stopping by her apartment to pick up an overnight case and a swimsuit. I remembered about my wife and Diana having their routine Friday bridge game and felt relieved, secretly glad that there would be at least a slight respite before she arrived home. I'd called home just before lunch to tell Ella I'd decided we'd drive to the lake after all. She'd seemed reasonably pleased at the decision, but she hadn't known then that two young beauties were going along.

Anyway, I was happy to find Ella and our neighbor had not yet returned. I could use the time. There were a lot of things to think about -not only how I should tell Ella about Holly and Dawn going along to the lake for the weekend-but when, and if, I should tell her about my feelings for Holly. My feelings for Holly? Hell, I didn't even know what they were for sure. One look at her body and my cock leaped to attention, and one look from her eyes with tears in them and it would go limp. I wanted to rape her and at the same minute I wanted her to come and plead for my prick in her cunt or even up her ass. I trembled thinking about plowing that virgin soil and discovered I was taking close stock of Holly's ass as she walked before me into the house. God, like two plump volleyballs encased in silk.

"Oh, wow. This is really some pad you got here. Do all the shrinks have it so good?" She flitted from fireplace to wet bar to paintings like an excited child. "It's beautiful. It really is." She spun around the rug like a dancer, her eyes wide open. "I'll bet it all cost a fortune."

"Something like that. Ella thinks money is made just for her to spend. It may be beautiful on the outside but it's got a damn ugly soul, this house."

I handed her a martini. She took it and stood staring thoughtfully at me.

"She's gonna be pretty uptight about my being here and my being invited along for the weekend."

"Don't worry about there being a scene. Ella takes great delight in making sure that no one but little old me knows how much of a bitch she can be. She'll drip honey all over and treat you like a long lost relative with money."

Holly smiled her understanding and I saluted her with my glass and drank.

"Bring your drink with you," I said, "I'll show you the guest room so you can change if you like. Has its own bathroom, in case you want to shower before we hit the road."

"You bet I do."

She followed me down the long hall and bumped against me when I deliberately stopped fast just inside the room. I spun around to her and the bulging hardness of my cock plainly pulsed against her tender loins as I clamped my mouth to her. I held one hand against her head and the other around her tiny waist so she could not escape my mouth.

She melted against me as she had done in the office but this time the very tip of her tongue experimentally, shyly, pushed into my mouth, a tiny fraction of an inch at a time, discovering new sensations for herself. Her hips began pressing toward me, rotating gently against my huge erection. I rapidly thrust my tongue lovingly against her own and she was very gradually increasing the movements.

Scooping her up in my arms, I kicked the door shut with my foot and carried her to bed.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Don't be afraid, Holly. I'm not going to fuck you."

She relaxed on the bed.

"At least I'm not going to fuck you like you think. I'm going to kiss you on your lower lips and give you some of the pleasure you give me when you blow me off."

She struggled a little, so I reassured her with another tongue-fuck in her sweet mouth, and she melted in my arms.

"I'm not even going to undress you. But I do want you to slip off your panties."

She turned away from me and, flushing, took off her silken underthings. The beige muff puffed out from her mount of venus so full that it hid from my seeking eyes the slit I wanted to kiss.

"Now, Holly, lay back on the bed. That's right. Now raise your knees ... go ahead, it won't hurt you."

Trustingly, she obeyed.

"See, Holly? There's nothing to be afraid of. I haven't even touched you. Now, darling, just let your legs fall loosely apart. All the way, Holly."

Oh, dear God. Her legs fell apart and I was the first male witness to the most beautiful creation in the world. Her hair curled around her tiny cunt lips and fringed the delicate pink slash. I noticed with no small satisfaction that there was a little glistening moisture at the very end.

"There, that's it."

She involuntarily rotated her hips slowly under my admiring gaze.

"Now, Holly, I want you to scoot way down on the bed until your behind is almost off it. Spread your legs wide ... push your feet in toward your bottom."

She inched to the edge of the bed slowly. I still had not touched her.

"Now, Holly, take both hands and open up your lips."

She followed my instructions with a little self-consciousness.

"That's good," I said encouragingly.

"Like this?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said, "now wider."

"Is that wide enough?" she asked again in a childlike voice.

"Beautiful," I reassured her. I was being very clinical, although I felt nothing like a doctor at this moment.

"Now push down with your stomach muscles as though you were trying to make a bowel movement."

I dropped to my knees, being very careful not to touch her with my hands.

"What I'm going to do is called fucking, too, but it's mouth-fucking ... and I'll stop whenever you tell me you want me to stop." That was a brave statement. I wasn't sure I would be able to stop once I tasted that hot pussy.

My tongue flicked out and tickled all over her lovely slit, questing, penetrating and laving. After the initial shock, Holly relaxed and muscles jumped in her tanned slender thighs as my tongue penetrated her pink gash. I worked busily tonguing every tiny inch of her beautiful cunt, getting drunker on her body honey than I had on her double-double drinks.

Holly's beautiful ass began to squirm. "Oooooh. I'm-ohhh! Oooooh ... oooooh ... ohhhhhh!"

She began to rotate her ass furiously and I sucked the whole of her cunt deep into my mouth where I squirted it from side to side and tongued it up and down.

Holly squealed and bucked her hips into the air as I sucked half of her pink gash into my mouth, lipping and nibbling. Beads of moisture were plainly visible on the furry cunt hair as I leaned back from my willing task.

I edged my mouth once more to her cunt and was astonished when her legs wrapped around my head and her hands tangled in my hair, tightly gluing my mouth to her pussy.

Suddenly Holly's thighs quivered and I tasted a quick spurt of semi-salty freshet. "Ohhhhh! Ohh, I-you're-ooooooooh, Cord!"

She moaned as she fell back on the bed. I put her legs over my shoulders and parted her lips with my fingers. With a busy mouth I licked her clean, bringing a tremor to her body as my tongue flicked her clit. As I pulled down her skirt and helped her to her feet, she sagged against me.

"Cord?" It was more of a breath than a whisper. "Cord? Is ... is this ... is this what it's like? Is that what's happening to us? To me? Is it?"

I could only nod, hoping that Holly might want me, too, want me as much as I wanted her. Her body was trembling against me, trembling ever so slightly.

"But it's all wrong. It shouldn't have happened here. Like this."

She breathed gently for a moment against my throat, trying to fathom this new sensation and desire, wanting and yet not wanting, fearing and yet not fearful. I could feel her needlelike fingernails knifing painfully into my shoulders.

The sudden whine of a car's high-powered engine in the driveway separated us quickly, as though an axe blade had dropped, severing the bond we both felt growing between us. Holly stepped backward slightly, holding herself against the door frame, her frightened eyes searching.

I touched her shoulder gently. "You'd better get showered and changed. I'll go upstairs and do the same. And please, don't worry about Ella or anything."

I was backing away from her toward the stairs, my gaze linked to hers, vaguely aware of the sound of the engine outside. As Ella turned off the engine, and the sound died, I turned and hurried up the steps to the master bedroom, shedding and tossing the suitcoat onto the bed.

The tape cartridge bearing the secret of Holly's fellatio-fixation slipped from the pocket and skitted across the satin bedspread. Mechanically, I picked it up and placed it on the night-stand beside the tape deck I used nearly as often as the one at the office. I plugged a cartridge into the unit, selecting one at random. It was one of the many hard rock tapes in the pile. Ella considered herself among the "now" generation, even though she would be thirty this month. I frequently reminded her, out of pure spite and because I knew most women regard thirty as the entryway to old age, that her disqualification from the younger generation was coming sooner than she thought.

It would be in keeping with our age, I would suggest, if we demonstrated our mourning by having a public burning of her rock tapes. That gambit was generally good for at least twenty minutes of ranging with "you bastard" to "you prick" and "cocksucker."

Directly beneath me I heard the shower running in the guest room and my imagination quickly dreamed up a scene of Holly's tanned, naked body writhing with pleasure under the steaming spray of water.

I began stripping out of my clothes, wondering what was taking Ella so long to charge up the stairs and attack me about the mystery guest I was certain she could hear singing in the shower.

I was bare-assed and heading for the shower of the master bedroom when Ella entered the room, wearing a smile instead of an angry expression. Her face was a little swollen still from the enthusiastic slapping I'd given her but the makeup skillfully covered any red marks or bruises.

She didn't act outraged-as I expected-and this startled me until I got a closer look at her eyes. One glance and I knew my lovely wife hadn't been drinking tea at the bridge party. She was considerably crocked, it was obvious. At least she was a happy drunk. Thank god for that. I was going to need every advantage I could get.

She sauntered toward me, took my soft cock in her hand and tweaked it twice to be sure she had my full attention. "Hey, Corie-wordie, do you know there's a stranger in our bathroom?"

"No," I corned it up, "but hum a few bars and I'll see if I can remember the words."

I was startled again when she laughed. Ella was a bunch of surprises today. One of the reasons I was so surprised was that I couldn't remember when I'd last heard my wife laugh at anything I'd said-except with scorn.

She pulled on my cock again and I felt it beginning to harden at her familiar touch, but very slowly, as though only my body were responding and my mind couldn't be affected. "Well?" she went on massaging the stiffening organ in her hand rather absentmindedly. "Is it a big secret or are you going to tell me who it is?" She wasn't being sarcastic at all. Her voice was, in fact, quite playfully pleasant.

"Believe it or not," I said, "it's one of my patients."

She said, "Oh, God," but lightly, not in anger. "Not one of the violent ones, I hope?" she said as she stroked more quickly at my shaft. It rose further.

"She's quite the opposite," I said quietly.

Her hand stopped moving for a short fraction of a second, then stroked gently on. "She?"

"She," I said matter-of-factly.

Was there an outside chance that she had liked the whipping and slapping I'd given to her? Anything from a normal pattern always interests a psychiatrist and Ella's actions interested me. For a second I recalled her passionate outbreak with Dave and wondered how much my wife really liked pain.

I took a breath and explained quickly about having to make it a working weekend at the lake because of being two hours late that morning. On the surface, Ella appeared to understand and to accept my story. Maybe in her dollar sign of a head she was already spending the fifty-dollar fee she thought I'd be getting for the session.

"Well," she said lightly, "I'm glad you were able to work it out so we could go to the lake. It should be a ball."

Glancing down at my blood-bursting cock, she squeezed the shaft again in her warm hand. "And speaking of balls-" She began tugging me towards the bed and I went not unwillingly. "You know Cordie, you were pretty mean to me last night," she said, pouting her lips into a small smile. "I should cut you off forever for being so rough. But I won't. I forgive you."

I stretched out on the cool satin bedspread, my hard cock waggling slightly back and forth as I watched her taking off her clothes in what was obviously a frantically rising passion.

Completely nude, except for her sheer nylon pantyhose, she lay down beside me on the bed and propped herself up on one elbow so she could watch what her hand was busily doing to my prong. Her fingers squeezed at the flaring crown and then slowly and ever so lightly glided down the swollen thick shaft to my balls and then, reversing the tender motion, moving back and forth toward the tip.

"I'm drunk. You know that, Cordie-wordie?"

I could feel my erect penis jerking from the unavoidable pleasure of her stroking hand. A clear drop of lubricant had seeped from the opening and started running down the head.

"When I'm drunk I love to fuck. You know that too, don't you, huh?" She laughed. "I'll fuck anybody when I'm drunk. Even you."

I leaped from the bed, my shaft jerking with passion.

"Yeh, you bitch, anybody," I snarled, "but I'll make you beg for it to be me."

Her eyes grew wide. "What do you mean?"

I strode purposely toward the dresser and picked up a heavy ivory flat-backed hairbrush, whacking it solidly against my hand as I started back toward the bed. Ella sprang to her feet and tried to run to the door, but I caught her midway and dragged her back to bed.

"Let me go, Cord. Don't do this to me!"

"You," I snarled. "Take off those damn pantyhose-off, now!"

Ella's lips quivered. She circled her dry mouth with the tip of her tongue-completely sober now-and frightened. Taking two steps back, she peeled off the pantyhose from her hips and thighs and I pushed her on the bed so her out-thrust ass spread widely in its tautened position as she clenched her ass-cheeks frantically.

I looked admiringly for a moment at the beautiful white ass and almost forgot what I was going to do as the mounds glistened from her tanned body. I raised the hairbrush high in the air and cracked it down against her flesh with all my might. Once, twice, three times. Ella began to squirm so I could see her whole twat and her pussy hair.

"Ooooooh...." She responded to the pain at last.

The air whooshed from her lungs as the first scarlet mark formed on her tender ass. I moved to one side so I could see her full tits bobbing in the air as she sought to escape the punishing brush. The red of her nipples almost matched the scarlet of the spread-and her ass would, too-soon I promised myself as I wielded yet another blow to her unprotected butt.

"Cord! It-owww! Oooooh! You're hurting meeee! Please, no more. My ass! Oh, Cord! My ass! My-ohhhhh!"

She writhed all over the bed but I continued the spanking until even the sound of the brush hitting her bare rump sounded different. It was pleasure for me to listen to her as she sobbed and moaned, shrieked and whimpered and begged me to stop.

I raised the hairbrush high above my head and said, "Now, bitch, ask me. Beg!"

"Whaaat-"

I brought the hairbrush down again. "Don't ask me what, you know what. Ask me ... beg me."

"Honest to God, Cord, I don't know what you want-"

Once again I struck her brilliant red ass. "Ask me what you asked Dave last night. Beg me for it."

She raised her tear-stained face from the bed and looked over her shoulder at me. "Fuck me, Cord?"

I pushed her over on her stomach and slid a pillow under her. I took my index finger and probed harshly at the dark cavern between her velvety cushions and pushed at the rubbery muscle. Ella clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, fighting penetration.

"Please, Cord, no. You're hurting me," she said. "Please ... pleeese ... you're ... oh, ooow ... you're hurting me ..."

I pushed my finger into that tiny opening, feeling the muscles work against me. She squirmed her ass in an attempt to escape but I pushed still harder against the resisting cavern as her nails clawed at the bedspread and she wailed. With a tremendous push I jammed my finger all the way into that hot hole until my palm rested against the fleshy spanked butt.

"Cord! You're splitting me. It huuur-it hurts. Cord, owwww! Owww!"

I rotated my finger deep inside her anus to loosen the passageway and delighted in feeling the smooth, buttery softness of her rectum as I held her speared. She shrieked even more when I added a second finger inside her quivering flesh.

"I'm going to bugger you like you've never had it before," I hissed as I pulled my fingers from her hot depth.

"As I slid my throbbing prong up the damp asshole, she fought against me, but I had tired her out. The red crown of my prick jammed against the opening and I held her cheeks tightly with my hands. My fleshy organ slipped into her cavern inch by inch as I made a short lunge, and then another, burying myself more deeply in her unwilling anus.

My hands circled her waist, drawing the hot cheeks closer and closer until I felt my balls bang against her cunt lips. I was weary with the effort and put my full weight against her, resting as my shaft twitched deep in the hot, tight confines of her body.

Suddenly, Ella began to wiggle her ass, rearing it up toward me, attempting to raise herself. "Oh Cord, you're something else. Pole me. Shaft me," she moaned, wriggling her ass grinding it into my belly.

I could feel the palpitation of her ass-cheeks against my body and when she again thrust her bottom upward, my prick was moving almost freely in and out. She tightened her muscles against me and plunged frenziedly in and out of her now-lubricated rectum. She was squealing with pleasure as I worked her depths, pounding frantically against her back. Hot jism rocketed from my prong deep into her bowels-my come spurted in spasms.

Ella fell across the bed with a moan and I fell on top of her, our sweat mingling. I slid off and Ella rolled over on her back and looked at me with amusement.

"Well, lover boy finally grew up and learned to do something with that thing between his legs," she teased.

It was time for me to establish who and what I was with Ella, so I grabbed her by the hair. "You're not through by a long shot. Suck my shaft."

She opened her mouth to protest and I shoved my limp prick into her mouth. "Suck my prick when I tell you to suck it, you bitch!"

Ella reached up and clasped my buttocks with her hands. She opened her mouth wider and sucked my limp organ all the way in. Her mouth moved back and forth at first and then she made the slurping sucking noises that made me more excited. I could feel the head entering the tight crevice of her throat as she forced the stiffening shaft deeper.

She pulled her head away to let the swollen head of my cock slip from her mouth and swung her body around and straddled me. "Hey, you're not fucking me," she said as her ass bobbed up and down. "I'm doing all the work."

I pulled away from her, got up and walked away.

"Hey," she demanded, "don't you want to come?"

"Guess not," I said. "You just don't turn me on.

She began playing with herself. "You bastard. I'm all hung up and you just walk away like nothing happened."

I went into the shower, smiling. It was nice to know my wife would be all strung out for hours as she frequently had had me.

When I finished my shower and returned to my bedroom Ella's voice boomed from downstairs, "Hey, Diana's here. Let's get going, doll."

I picked up the bag Ella had apparently packed while I was in the shower and headed downstairs. Ella, Diana and Holly were at the bar in the living room, chatting. Holly spotted me and smiled pleasantly.

"Darling," Ella said, "we've met Holly." She was smiling sweetly. So was Diana.