Chapter 11
That night he lay wide awake for hours in his room, planning his next moves with care. The important thing was to come up with a method of getting around Laura's suspicions. No matter how much Of a nymphomaniac she was, if she was afraid of somebody's uncovering the murder, she would be extra careful. Especially with him. He thought of a number of ways and then rejected them as being too obvious.
At last he decided on one that would simply tempt her to give in to him sexually. He would make himself so attractive that she could not resist him. The best way to do that was to wear a tight swimsuit whose contours flattered his cock. He remembered the envious looks girls had given him when he wore it on the beach near Hamburg one day. Every girl on the sands had kept staring at his cock as he approached her. One girl, in a curious involuntary gesture, had let her own hand stray over her breasts. He was sure that she was trying to imagine what it would be like to feel his stiff cock between her globes, a style of lovemaking German girls were especially fond of.
If he played his cards right and timed his entrance after she had a couple of drinks under her belt, he should get the reaction he desired.
Promptly at one-forty-five, soon after he knew Laura would have finished her three martinis before lunch with little food to follow, he strode through the pool enclosure gate. She was sitting on a chaise lounge, munching indifferently on a sandwich. Good food, bad food. It meant little to her. The drinks were what she craved. The food was simply an excuse to take them.
When she saw Tad approach in his tight trunks, she almost dropped her glass. His cock was bulged enormously and seemed ready to hit her face. He had carefully stroked it in his room to bring it up to full stature. NHe moved right up to her, taking care to position his erection within three inches of her face.
He could see her tongue move hungrily between her lips after she stared at it for a moment.
He had achieved what he wanted. She was staring at his stiff cock as if she simply did not believe a man could be so well endowed and still be human. Her eyes would move away from his balls and then veer back to them as if they were magnetized. He was reminded of a girl in Munich at a swimming pool park who happened to be reading a magazine on the wide lawn near the water as he lay asleep, his legs spread apart a couple of yards away. He had been awakened by a plane overhead and the first thing he saw when his eyes opened was the German girl staring hungrily at his bulging cock. His trunks had a gap in them because his legs were way apart, and she could see clearly his penis and balls and his bush. He could tell that the girl was fantasizing about what it would be like to feel his cock inside her snatch. At any rate, her magazine was being completely ignored. Tad could tell easily that she was not even reading it. She was simply looking over its rim at his pecker, using it as a screen to survey his hard-on, very much as he might have admired a girl's full-grown cunt if it were exhibited right in front of him.
Laura did exactly the same as he dived. Her eyes ostensibly perused a magazine. Actually they were glued to his crotch. Whenever he looked at her as he emerged from the water or walked about the pool, he could see her eyes fastened on his cock as it bulged against his suit.
"Come in. It's fine," he said invitingly. "Come on. We'll have some fun. I hate swimming alone."
She shook her head.
"Please," he said as he sat on the pool's rim, legs drawn up to the knees. He saw her eyes veer again to his bulging cock.
As he looked at her, she approached the pool shyly as if she feared it. Suddenly, as she neared him, he reached out and pulled her into the green, warm water. Then he jumped in after her. When she emerged, she giggled and tried to pull him under. She was an expert swimmer, in fact and had no fear of the pool or of him. But his little horseplay had captivated her and she wanted to play the same game with him.
For several minutes they played a kind of water tag. She would knife her arm at him, pushing him under, and then escape as fast as she could. He then raced after her and tried to push her under. The pool rang with their young laughter and high spirits. She was enjoying the game immensely. He was sure his father never played such games with her.
Suddenly the game changed. It had to or he would not get what he needed. It happened as he was ducking her head under the water. Instead of swimming away from her as he had done before and allowing her to jump out of the deep with a wild yawp, he dragged her under further. Then, positioning himself between her thighs, he edged his face against her crotch.
When they both emerged from the water a moment later, she seemed a bit flustered. He paid no attention. Instead he got behind her and pressed his cock against her wet bathing suit. Her face flushed a deep red color as she felt his rod against the space between her thighs. Her wet suit had already bunched up against the cheeks of her ass. Now his cock was pressing firmly against the same knot of clothing.
"Look," she said. "Maybe we'd better get out."
"Not yet," he said, pulling her to the shallow end of the pool where the water was about four feet. He stood her down on her feet and put his arms around her.
"You feel good," he whispered, as his hands moved gingerly over her wet globes.
"Please don't do that, Tad," she said in mock annoyance.
"Do what, dear?" His hand moved under the top of her bathing suit and fingered her wet nipple. As he touched it with his forefinger, he could feel the nipple stiffening like a sentry that had just awakened.
"Now don't tell me you don't enjoy that, dear."
"Don't do it," she barked. But her bark was not very convincing to him. He squeezed harder. She moaned as he did so. At the same time, he pressed his cock against her ass, holding her quite close to his body. He was so intensely excited himself that he had to fight against coming right then and there.
"I-I want to go, Tad," she said weakly, trying half-heartedly to pull herself away from the grip that bound her to him. "I have to make some calls."
He could see her "hard resolve begin to melt under the onslaught, and he redoubled his ardor.
"Laura ... until you felt my lovely, long cock in you, you know you just didn't know what lovemaking could be like. I'll tell you what it is. I have a kind of a little knob on the head of my cock that can drive a girl crazy in a couple of minutes. Many times in Europe airline stewardesses would miss their flights because I had my cock in them and they just couldn't let go. They'd tell me they'd be thinking about how beautiful it was halfway to Rio or Rome and they'd get weak in the knees from just remembering what it was like in bed. I'd like to show it to you again, darling. Nobody would know. Just the two of us."
"I-I've got a headache," she said, grimacing in a way that she hoped would convince him she was being truthful. "Too much sun, I guess. I'd better he down a little or I won't be able to make supper."
"Let me rub your neck and forehead. I'll make it a lot better," he said. He smiled at her.
"No, really, Tad. I'd better go upstairs or I'll be in worse shape later and John's counting on me to have a nice dinner with you both tonight."
He did not believe her for a minute. She was trembling too much; her eyes sedulously avoided his, and her cunt had made no attempt to move away from his probing finger. It was as if her voice spoke with her brain while her cunt had a life and will of its own. But he decided not to press the matter too hard here. Actually it would be better if she did go upstairs to her room. He would get her up there, away from the prying eyes of the maid who could easily tattle to his dad that he was fucking his blushing bride. Win, lose, or draw, he told himself, as she left the pool, he was going to get into her cunt within the next horn. Once he was able to fuck her, she would tell him what he had to know.
He gave her about fifteen minutes head start and then followed her to the main house. Softly, on tiptoe, he mounted the stairs to her room. He turned the knob as quietly as he could. It was locked.
The bitch. She was making sure he did not disturb her. She knew she was weak in the knees. One feel of her cunt in the privacy of her bedroom with her lying on the bed and she would crumple. Her fears of the maid would vanish. The only thing that would matter would be her immense desire to get laid by him. He had to get in there, get in and fuck her with all he had.
He racked his brains for some excuse. Suddenly he smiled as he saw something nearby and came up with the answer. He knocked on the door softly.. There was no answer and he repeated his knock.
Now he heard a stirring on the other side of the room.
"What is it?" he heard Laura ask in a voice that betrayed its anxiety. She was still hot for him and knew he wanted her.
'Telegram for you just came. Why don't I open it and read it?"
"A telegram?" she said surprised. There was a sudden skeptical change in her voice. "Slip it under the door, please."
"Uh-uh," he said mischievously.
"Please, Tad," she said. "I'm awfully tired."
"I'll read it to you then," he said. As he spoke, he reached out and picked up an old envelope from a pile of mail on the table in the hall. Seeing it had given him the idea in the first place.
"Tad, look, I don't think ... you have any tele-"
He ripped the envelope as loudly as he could, hoping the noise would pierce the door. It did. A second later the door flew open and she seized the envelope from his hand. He moved quickly into the room and shut the door behind them.
"Oh, you lying bastard," she cried, seeing the envelope. "I should have know you'd pull something like this."
He looked at her with the expression of a schoolboy caught stealing apples in a fruit market and threw up his hands. "Sorry, darling, as an old teacher used to say, a stiff cock has no conscience. I just had to see you, baby. I can't help it."
"Please go," she begged him. "Somebody'll see us together."
"No way. The door can be locked, shades drawn. You weren't so worried yesterday." He pushed her onto the bed. She fell over with a sigh, oblivious to the fact that her diaphanous silk nightgown was open. He stared at her white breasts and the dark V of her crotch, and then lowered his trunks.
He undressed slowly, letting her watch. In the beginning she eyed him coldly or looked the other way. But a nymphomaniac cannot ignore male nakedness any more than a wino can ignore the sight of a bottle of wine. The hunger shines through the feigned lack of interest. By the time he was out of his trunks, the girl was like putty. She would not talk to him or make any provocative gesture of invitation. She did not have to. By that time he simply took her hand and put it on his stiff cock, and in a second she was caressing it with her fingers as if her fingers were opting to stroke his cock without any conscious desire to do so.
He edged his cock closer to her lips as she lay back, seemingly mesmerized by the fleshy club so close.
"Don't be afraid of it," he whispered soothingly. "It just wants to get to know you, that's all. You're a beautiful girl."
"You're driving me nuts, you bastard," she said, not looking at him. "Keep away from me."
She seemed to take courage from her outburst and moved up higher on the bed away from his cock. He moved up higher to match her move and then touched her lips with the head of his cock. At the touch, Laura gasped and then breathed in deeply as if she were about to choke. Her mind reeled at the touch of his cock. She had to fight not to open her mouth and suck it. This was what her steady lovers all did to her. They knew she loved cock and they forced it on her, knowing that one touch of it, one long touch would melt all her resolves to keep her distance. It was their favorite way of eliminating her resistance during a quarrel or any other disagreement. The man would put his cock near her face or on her naked flesh and it would be as if it were burning a hole in her flesh.
It was the way John had finally got her to cut her pretended coolness short. She had wanted to hold out another week so he would be ravenous with sexual hunger and raise her allowance still further. But one night in this very house, the bastard had suddenly turned back her miniskirt and bared her thighs. He had kneeled to kiss it, and when that had happened she had felt a flutter of fear. But she could handle that. What undid her completely was when John took out his cock and rubbed it on her bare, hot thigh. It had driven her wild.
Now his son was doing the same thing and the temptation to play with the bastard's tool, to suck it, to touch it, to open her thighs and let it penetrate her vagina, was so overwhelming she could not endure it much longer.
"Let me in, darling. Open your gorgeous legs and let me in, please," Tad pleaded, smiling at her.
"What do you want to do this to me for?" she asked nervously, not drawing away farther now, helpless to move. "You must have so many other girls you can lay. Why bother with me?"
"You've certainly had a change of heart, haven't you?" Tad said. "Smell that rich, delicious odor and tell me you don't want to taste it, dear." He could sense her subjection now. Her words meant nothing. She was hooked by his cock. As hooked as a snake who weaves out of a basket to the strains of a snake-charmer's pipe. All he needed now was a few more hypnotic words. She was ready.
"Just bring your nose closer and smell my lovely, long cock, baby. And think how wonderful it'll feel in you mouth or in your pussy, or pressing up against your clitoris. It's going to set your whole body dancing. Come on now. Bring your nose a little closer to it."
As if driven by his words, Laura moved her face obediently closer to the knob of flesh. She was so susceptible to his voice and words now that anything he told her she would feel, or sense she believed implicitly. As her nose touched the pink head of Tad's cock, she inhaled an odor of flesh mixed with sweat that drove her wild. She had always been made a little drunk by the heady scent of a man's stiff cock at the moment when the man was ready to make love. Now, under the impetus of his hypnotic spiel, the odor of Tad's cock was so tremendous that she could not breathe easily. Instinctively, without thinking, she opened her lips and began to rub his cock with them, wetting it a little. Just as she was opening them even wider to swallow the head of his cock, the telephone rang shrilly in the room. She grabbed it as if it were a lifesaver.
"Hello? John?" she said eagerly, not looking at Tad's waiting cock. "Yes ... yes. I'm having lunch with Tad. Wait, I'll ask him."
She cupped her hand over the receiver and asked him if he could join her and his father for supper. In reply, he pulled himself closer to her face and forced the head of his cock deeply into it. She gagged and dropped the phone in her mixture of surprise and chagrin. For a moment she started to suck Tad's cock vigorously, forgetting completely about the telephone. Tad waited patiently. Then John's voice came over as he yelled out loud to ask what had gone wrong with the connection. Laura turned to the source of the voice with fear and dropped Tad's penis to answer it.
"I'm sorry, John ... bad connection. Yes ... I'll ask him."
Her eyes went pleadingly to Tad's to help her. He nodded with a shrug. She spoke for a few minutes longer with her husband. Tad continued to tease her face with his cock, forcing her to jumble her words over the phone and to apologize profusely to John. When it became obvious that Tad would not let up on the pressure, she finally hung up. She moved to get out of the bed, but he refused to let her. He hoisted himself over her face and lowered his cock onto her mouth.
She turned her face away from him, her passion momentarily cooled by her husband's sudden call. He pressed his testicles against her lips relentlessly, and as he knew she would, she began to lick his balls excitedly. After a moment of that, he knew that her senses were inflamed by the touch and smell of his balls. The feel of his tool in her mouth was driving her crazy. But her husband's call had seriously worried her. Did he suspect that she was playing around with his son? Was that why he had phoned just at the moment that Tad was offering her his cock?
John was insanely jealous and would kill her if he caught her in any affair with anyone, and he would be doubly enraged if the lover were his own son. If she had had more liquor, she would have succumbed completely to Tad again. Just looking at his stiff peter made her weak in the knees. She was dying to eat it, dying to feel it inside of her. But the fear of John was paramount.
"Well, baby?" Tad said suddenly. "You want to eat me or would you rather have me lay you? Either way you'll have the time of your life."
"Stay away from me, you bastard," she said, keeping her eyes away from his cock.
"You don't really mean that, baby," he said. "I know you're dying for me to stick my cock in your lovely cunt."
"Stay away from me," she hissed. "I'll tell your father."
"Tell him what?" he asked in a bland tone.
"I'll tell him you got me drunk and tried to force me to go down on you."
"You'd tell him that?" he said incredulously.
"Yes, everything. How you stripped me after lunch, how you forced me to open the bedroom door when I came up here to have a nap, and how you pressed your cock into my mouth. He'll kill you."
He laughed. "I don't think I had to force my way into anything or force you. What about yesterday and the day before? If that phone call hadn't come, you'd be sucking me off this minute. I know girls like you, baby."
"What does that mean?" she asked truculently.
"It means you dig cocksucking so much you think about it all the time, and right now while I'm talking to you, you're on fire. That snatch of yours-"
"That's not true, you bastard!" she screamed. "I hate you. I've hated everything about you ever since you came to this house ... your snobbish attitude, your goddamned arrogance-"
"Yom snatch is boiling right now because my stiff cock's a foot away from your eyes."
She turned away from him, but he pressed her down with one imperious hand and forced her to remain still. While he nailed her down with one hand, his other hand spread her legs apart. Then, brutally, he speared her cunt with his forefinger. Her pussy felt as if he had plunged his finger into a tub of hot water. It was as hot as a baker's oven. He laughed.
"Get your finger out of there," she said, yelling at him. "You're hurting me."
As he wriggled his finger in her hot snatch, she picked up the phone.
"Get it out or I'll phone John right now," she warned.
He took it out and cupped the soft mound of her pussy and the thick bush in his hand, giving it an extra squeeze to show he was not too impressed by her threat.
"Okay, we'll call it quits for now, sweetie. But only for now. Sometime soon, very soon, I'm going to revisit that lovely snatch of yours, and you're going to love it. Every minute of it."
He walked out without another glance. She stared at his naked back and buttocks, worried, her legs still slightly apart, her pussy still very hot for him.