Chapter 7
The 'following day I awoke to gray skies and rain. Instead of depressing me, I felt somewhat elated by the weather. I could almost smell fall in the air! I hastily climbed out of bed and hurried into my clothes. My body felt really good today, refreshed and ready for anything. Sex could do that to you. I put on my white shorts and a bright red halter top-the perfect clothes for the way I felt today. I admired my body briefly before leaving my room-I was growing very noticeable curves!
I skipped down the stairs, anxious for some fresh orange juice. There was a note on the kitchen door from Cranston. He had left for New York and would join Auntie there. Terrific! Now I didn't have to worry about running into him. I fixed my orange juice and sat down at the table, pondering my plans for the day. I wished Wendy would do something with me, but after last night's argument, I doubted the chance of that happening. Maybe I could call Clara. Just then I looked up to see Wendy in the doorway, carrying an overnight bag and a big straw hat.
"Good morning, Camille," She said, her eyes not meeting mine, "tell daddy that I've gone to the beach with Clara, we'll be back tomorrow."
"Your dad is in New York, with your mother. I hope you have a good time," I answered stiffly, hurt that I hadn't been included in her plans. Of course, she never included me, but I still went on hoping. I missed having girl friends, more than ever before.
"Listen, Camille .. . I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to say all those things. So, I hope you'll just forget about it, okay?"
"Sure, Wendy, if that's what you want." I said, in a tiny little voice that I hoped would let her know how she had hurt my feelings.
"Well, gotta get going. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Bye."
I watched from the window as she put her things in her car and put the straw hat on her head. Shit! She looked so damn appealing in her summer jumpsuit, her two very full breasts gently straining the cloth ... I wanted to be with her and Clara, why wouldn't they give me a second chance?
The remainder of my day was ruined-thanks to Wendy. I went shopping for school clothes, my mind not at all concerned about what I chose. I wasn't even excited when I returned home with my packages, and that was odd. Normally, L loved buying clothes. This whole empty house! Whatever was I going to do to occupy myself? I. had every room at my disposal, but none of them interested me, except maybe Wendy's.
After unloading my new clothes on the bed, I walked decisively to Wendy's room. Her door was closed, but not locked. I walked in and turned on the light. Everything was carefully arranged in her room, nothing out of place. She had a picture of the class she had taught this summer tacked on her bulletin board, and next to that a snapshot of her boyfriend. He looked cuter in the photo than he did in person, I thought spitefully. I opened her closet door and stared at her dresses, all neatly pressed and arranged by colors. How like Wendy! My own room was always in a state of shambles, clothes tossed on the floor and chairs.
Then, without any consciousness, I walked over to the little table by her bed. I opened the drawer and took out her little journal. It wasn't locked. I opened the book and flipped through the pages, looking for something about me. Most of the pages were details of her teaching and her boyfriend. Then I spotted a paragraph about me! It read:
Tonight I went to Camille's room and saw her in bed with daddy. They were fucking! I should have known she would do something like that. I still remembered the way she had tried to make love to me in bed the first night she came to stay with us. I'm still very upset about it, but not as much as they think. Clara did the same thing with daddy, and sometimes I think I'd like to make love to daddy, too. How can I blame them? He's so sexy and good to people. But still, I think Camille should be careful. After all, she's still so young. I'd hate to see her get as fucked up as Clara used to be. Maybe Clara could help her. I know I can't.
I slammed the book closed! My thoughts were racing through my mind-Clara and Cranston! That explained the photographs in his studio! Wow, and to think I never knew about them. I wondered what Wendy meant about Clara being fucked up ... I opened the book to look for more...
January 14. Today Clara came back from staying with her mother. She seemed her old normal self, and I'm glad for her, and me, too. I hope this time she will stay well and not try anything foolish. But how can I forget our wonderful times together? No one comes close to being the gentle lover she was....
Clara and Wendy? Lovers? My mind clicked and I remembered Clara and Wendy in her room that first night. Why hadn't I thought of that? Their looks were more than looks of platonic friendship, but I didn't know that then. Why would Wendy want to stop making it with Clara? It just didn't make any sense to me? Hadn't Cranston told me that people could be bisexual? That didn't mean they were lesbians. I knew Clara went out with guys, and so did Wendy. So what was the big problem?
I thumbed through the book, but didn't see any more about Clara, except idle references to a movie they went to, or something like that. Then I turned to last night and read:
I had an argument tonight with Camille. I don't know why it's so hard for me to be friends with her. Maybe I'm just afraid that something more will happen between us, and I don't want that. Clara taught me a lesson, and I mustn't forget ever! I don't want to end up like mother, not as an old lesbian.
Wow! And shit, it all made sense now! This explained why Wendy was so afraid to even look at me. I tempted her, and she couldn't bear it. Shit, was I ever a stupid fool! Hadn't Greg told me that his mother might be a lesbian? Poor Wendy was afraid of being like that. I didn't blame her. I didn't want to be a lesbian, either. But T also knew that I couldn't deny my feelings for women. And I didn't want to-I was happy to know that I could be bisexual, happy with men or women. Hadn't last night with Greg and George proven it? They had certainly satisfied me as much as Audrey had.
With this new knowledge about Wendy, I suddenly felt like an intruder reading her journal and put it back in the drawer, being careful to put it in the same place it had been. If only Wendy had talked to me about her feelings! There wouldn't have been any need for those silly arguments, and avoiding each other each time we met.
Just as I was closing her door, the telephone rang. I ran down the. hall to answer it, hoping it would be Greg or George-they were easy to be around.
"Hello, Camille speaking."
"Hi, darling, Audrey here. How are you? Did you miss me?"
"No, no I didn't," I answered quietly. I hadn't been expecting her to call me! I thought we were finished!
"Well, that's too bad, but I'm glad you found something to keep you busy. I have delightful news for you...."
"What?" I asked, hostility in my voice. I wasn't in the mood for her silly games. I wanted to be alone and think about Wendy.
"I left Meredith at the beach with friends. I'm all alone tonight."
"Good for you. Now, if you don't mind, I have some things to do."
Audrey laughed her throaty, deeply sexual laugh.
"You sound so charming when you try to act this way, dear. I'll be round to pick you in ten minutes. Be ready."
"Audrey? Audrey?" I screamed into the phone, but she had hung up. I stood there for a minute, hesitating over whether to call her back or not. Then I decided that it didn't matter. I could take care of myself, if Audrey wanted to see me, she could. Only this time there would be no sex between us. I was through with her. She had taught me well, but now I was tired of her. She was too old for me, anyway.
I didn't bother to change my clothes, but only put my hair up on top of my head, letting a few loose tendrils dangle around my face. I didn't even spray any cologne on; tonight wasn't going to be that kind of an evening. I wasn't even horny.
Sure enough, I heard the door bell ring at ten minutes after the hour. On time. I slowly walked down the stairs, not anxious to see her. We would talk, and I would explain to her how I now felt. We could be friends. That was all. "Hello, Audrey."
"Camille! It's so good to see you!" Audrey exclaimed, rushing in to take me into her arms, her warm breasts close to my own. I stood there stiffly, not responding to her embrace, so that she stood back and raised her eyebrows.
'What's the matter, dear? Have you forgotten who I am?"
"No, no I haven't. It's just that I'm not in that land of a mood tonight. I'm sure you understand. If you want to see me, then you had better realize that it will be as friends. Period." I took a deep breath, glad that I had gotten my little speech out. She didn't seem to mind at all, she merely smiled and took me by the arm. We walked silently to her car, my eyes on her all-white clad body, the soft material of the dress draping around her curves. She was still wearing the blond wig, at least I thought it was a wig. She did look good, much better than the last time I had seen her. Her make-up wasn't as heavy and dramatic as before, and it made her look younger.
Audrey started up the car and turned to smile at me.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"Great! I'll fix up a special dish of mine, you'll love it."
I nodded and watched the trees we were passing. I noticed the leaves that were already turning, and wanted to run out and cup them in my hands. Why had I gotten myself into this mess? I didn't feel like talking to Audrey at all.
"Are you all ready for school?"
"Almost. I got my dorm assignment last week."
"OH! I thought you were going to get an apartment."
"No, I changed my mind. I want to live in the dorm."
"Too bad, I had a nice plan all worked out for us ... you do still want to see me, don't you, Camille?" Audrey reached over for my hand, but I moved it out of her reach, much to her dismay.
"Damn it! If you don't want to be with me, why in hell are you here?" Audrey demanded, her voice a shrill sound in the car.
"I do want to see you, Audrey, but as friends, not as lovers."
"I see. Well ... that will change. You're just going through the usual case of guilty conscious."
"No I'm not. I'm not guilty at all. I don't deny my feelings, but I don't want to be your lover. You have a lover already, Meredith."
The rest of the car ride was silent, Audrey's lips a tight line across her face. I ht a cigarette and she stared at me crossly. This was going to be a really swell evening-I wanted to get out and go home already.
Her house was all lit with lights, and every room was warm and cozy. I could tell she had fixed things up for fucking. Even the covers of her bed were turned down and ready for the two of us. I merely stared and walked back to the living room, gratefully accepting the drink she handed me.
"Now, sit down, and let's talk this out."
"Oh, okay, Audrey, but I've already told you how I feel. Nothing will change that."
"Dear, I think you are just jealous, jealous that I live with Meredith and won't give her up for you. Isn't that it?"
"No! A thousand times no! I don't want to live with you--I want you to live with Meredith. That ugly old bag couldn't get anyone else! You couldn't leave her!"
"I rest my case. You are just jealous."
"Truly I'm not. I was, I wanted you to be with me all the time, but now I don't. I have other interests, and..."
"Other interests? Have you been fucking someone else?" Audrey was screaming at me, the whole time making herself another drink, this time straight scotch, no soda.
"Audrey, did you really think that on the basis of a couple of fucks that I'd be faithful to you? That's the craziest idea I've ever heard!"
"You told me you loved me, or have you forgotten? Were you lying to me, Camille, were you?" Audrey's voice was softer now, and her eyes were pleading with me, the hurt obvious in them. I couldn't bare to look at her, I knew how it felt to be hurt and I didn't want to hurt her. But I couldn't Me. I got up and went to make myself another drink, I needed it.
"Audrey ... when I told you I loved you, I meant it, I really did, but now, well, things have changed . . . besides, you had Meredith, you didn't need me," I stammered, gulping my drink at the same time.
"I need you-I need you now, tonight! What I have with Meredith is no concern of yours, it doesn't interfere with us. I thought you'd get an apartment near the campus, and then we'd be able to see each other more often."
"But I don't need you. I'm sorry, Audrey, but that's how I feel...."
"You little bitch!" Audrey cried out at me, her eyes flashing with anger-and hurt. She went out to the kitchen and I heard her banging on the pots and pans.
"Dinner is ruined, thanks to you. We'll have to order out."
"It's not my fault dinner is ruined, Audrey. You don't need to be so mean and hateful about this. I'm leveling with you."
"Shit, you're nothing but a trashy little cunt!"
"Audrey! Listen to me! There's no reason for you to act like this! None at all! I like you, I want to be friends, why can't we be friends?"
"You don't understand anything, you little cunt. You're just afraid to admit your true feelings, isn't that really it?"
"No! No! I don't regret our sexual experiences, but I just don't want any more. Can you listen to me?"
"Humph!" She snorted and then went back to the kitchen, not replying but muttering under her breath. I drowned my drink and went for .another one. I hated arguments, hated to tell her these things, but why shouldn't I? She didn't own me, or control me.
"Have some cheese, it's all we're going to have to eat." Audrey sat down next to me on the sofa, dropping the platter of cheese on the coffee table. I reached out for a piece and she took the opportunity to reach out hard for my nipple-her hand closed on it, crushing the nipple between her fingers. I made an attempt to push her hand away, but she was holding on too tight, so tight that it hurt me, I'm sure bruising my skin.
"Audrey, please ... take your hand away, you're hurting me!"
"Good. You need to be punished."
"That's a stupid thing to say. Please, Audrey, take your hand away! Can't we be friends?" I didn't want her to know it, but I was getting the all the too familiar pangs of sexual desire, her warm hand on my breast was sending shivers down to my pussy, causing it to moisten. I could feel my panties getting wet, and this scared me-I was determined not to let her have me.
"Yes ... we are friends, and you want me, don't you, Camille? You want mama to suck on your little titties, and eat your sweet little pussy, don't you? Admit it!"
I just lay back on the sofa, letting her hands roam across my breasts, massaging them gently and then harder, so that I could feel the twinges of pain inside. I didn't know what to say, I did want her, and my head was getting dizzier and dizzier from the drinks.
"Audrey ..." I whispered, my own voice husky and slurred, "I want to be friends, you're just taking ad-, ad-, advantage of m-m-me, aren't y-you?"
"Why not, darling? I want you so badly ... I want to eat and lick your whole wonderful body, it's so sweet, Camille, so very, very sweet. , . . Audrey pulled me over to her and held me in her arms, her fingers clawing my back to push me tighter against her fleshy breasts.
All of a sudden I took a long, deep breath, trying to clear my head. Then I wrenched myself free of her grasp and ran out of the room, heading for the bathroom. I heard her deep laughter behind me as I ran inside and locked the door behind me. Then I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, lots of it. I had to get sober, I couldn't let her persuade me to fuck her. I couldn't! Despite my futile attempts at sobering Up, I was still dizzy. I put my hands on my breasts, my heart was pounding wildly and my nipples were erect and wanting for more. I wanted to be touched, I wanted to fuck, but not her, not here like this! I didn't think Audrey could be so mean and cold, but she could, she only wanted me to prove to herself that she could have me, that she wasn't an old bag lesbian.
I heard the door jiggling and then it was open! Audrey had a key! I shouldn't have known she would, that she wouldn't be content just to leave me alone in here.
"Ha, I've found you, come on, silly, back to our little party. I won't hurt you." She took my hand, forcefully and led me into her bedroom. She practically threw me on her bed, then before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me! Her hot, jerking body beating down on me so that I couldn't breathe!
"Audrey!" I screamed, "I can't breathe, let me up! You don't want me this way, do you?"
"I want you--how I get you doesn't really matter, does it my sweet?" Audrey's voice was cold, icy, and hard. She was determined to have me, and I knew that in my present state I wouldn't be able to put up much of a protest. My head was dizzier than ever and I was getting all hot and sticky, tense and beginning to panic. I didn't want sex to be like this!
"Please, let go of me ... I'm begging you, Audrey, it's not fair," I cried, my voice shaking and trembling as she thrust her heavy body harder into mine, her right leg bearing between my legs so that her thigh was pushing hard against my hot pussy. I was too weak and dizzy to move, so I just lay there, still and not responding outwardly, but inside, inside my body was so hot I thought I'd surely burst. Her hands were clawing at my halter top and she jerked it down hard so that my breasts snapped out, the nipples giving me away by their hardness. '
I tried to pull it back up, but she had my arms pinned out on the bed. She was stronger than I thought and she opening her mouth and stuck her tongue at my face, her eyes half-closed so that she looked like a big blonde cat to me. I closed my eyes to her and then felt a stab of pain as her teeth bit down on my nipple!
"Ohh, you old bitch! Stop! You're hurting me!"
I was screaming so loud I hoped the neighbors would hear and come to my rescue, but I knew no one could hear us, we were too far from another house. She was heedless of my cries and screams as she went from one nipple to the other, stabbing them with her teeth, then drawing hard on their tenderness as she sucked on my rose nipples. It was beginning to really get to me, I had to concentrate on being still so that my hips wouldn't push up into her cunt. At last, she sat back, her weight resting on my hips, and unzipped my shorts. I was weak from her strength, so that all I could do was he there, my eyes half-closed and my breathing heavy and loud. She was draining everything from me, and I could not resist her. I knew that, but I wanted to resist still, so I pushed my knee up and tried to raise my body. Audrey laughed, and tore my shorts down, pulling with them my bikini underwear.
"Audrey, please ... is this really necessary? Is it worth so much to you, is it?"
"You little cunt, of course it is, and you want me, too, I can tell, your little clit is quite protrusive for someone who's not interested," she laughed bitterly and her hand went to my soft, yielding pussy. I couldn't disguise the hot wetness, nor could I hide my throbbing, expanding clit. I couldn't see, but I knew my cunt lips were swelling from her hands. Her right hand was holding the skin around and above my clit taut, as both of her thumbs found the entrance to my vagina. Her remaining fingers were parting my pubic hair so that I was completely open and exposed to her.
Very slowly at first her thumbs pushed their way into my hole, kneading the membranous skin so that I could no longer remain still and passive. I began to gyrate with my hips, hating myself for doing so, but I had no other choice. Her hands and fingers were taking me in so completely, so passionately that I became mere putty in her masterful hands. She was laughing bitterly still, her laughter gurgling low in her throat as she looked down at me. Her eyes were flashing with fire, I thought, as they bore down upon me. I was defenseless, lost in her magic.
Audrey took her hands away from my dripping wet pussy and shoved them into my own mouth, fast, so that I could do nothing but almost choke as she moved the wiry fingers inside my mouth. I gagged a bit as she pushed, sucking on them hard so that she would take them away. Normally I liked to taste my own succulent juices, but not like this-not forcefully! At last she took her hands out of my slobbery wet mouth and sat back on my legs. Then she began to very slowly unbutton her shirt, immediately revealing to me her tear-shaped breasts, the red nipples erect and pointing at me. She cupped her hands under them and lifted the fleshy mounds up, smiling seductively and moving them around, titillating me to the point where I knew I would be forced by the animal urges hot in my body to ram the hard nipples into my mouth.
"You like mama, baby, you like? You wanna suck the fat juicy nipples, huh, baby ... you wanna?" Audrey was imitating a big black mama, and it was getting to me, driving me deliriously wild and hot for her thrusting breasts: I wanted cream to pour from them and cover me from head to toe, I wanted to bury my head in her, tenderly, I think, but I wasn't so sure. Audrey was bringing out the savage beast in me-I could see myself tearing her nipples with my nipples, beating her with my own wet mouth and tongue until she was crying for relief. I put my hands out and held them in front of her, offering them to her. She took them in her own hands and placed them hard on her breasts, rubbing them into her flesh viciously. I squeezed her nipples for all I was worth and she loved itl Her face was stark with passion for me, for me and my young, svelte sexuality.
"Mama got big titties, baby, big titties, you wanna suck them, you can suck on mama ..." Audrey bent lower over my body, her pants coarse against my naked hips, and her breasts hanging over my mouth. With my hands, I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth and clamped down with my teeth, sucking hard and wildly. I could smell the erotic perfume she had covered her body with, and this tantalized me, drove me to bite her nipple so hard that she cried out and began to move up and down on my hips, her body becoming a sea of colors, a blur from my vantage point.
"Oh, baby, suck me, suck me, harder!!" Audrey cried, wildly jumping now on my hips so that my clit was pounding and exploding. I mauled her breasts with my hands and went from one hard nipple to the other with my thrusting tongue and my hot and ready mouth. My saliva was hot and running down my chin as I let it cover her hot flesh, bathing her in my juices until I, too, began to beat against her body, trying hard to lift my hips. But Audrey was a strong woman, and I could barely move under her.
"Audrey, get off, let me reach you...."
She gave another bitter laugh, and, still leaving her nipple in my sucking mouth, she unclasped her pants and pulled them to her knees. She wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see her clean-shaven cunt; the long slit that led to her clitoris and her vagina very visible. I tried to reach down to touch her with my hand, but I couldn't and she laughed again.
"You all hot for mama, aren't you, baby, all hot and sticky wet... you little cunt!"
Audrey's words only succeeded to drive me further into a deep passion for her body ... she was right, I was a little cunt, a sex-starved, hungry little whore that wanted all she could get, and didn't care who from. I had a fleeting thought of Clara and Wendy, together at the beach, and I could see them doing the same thing we were doing ... eating each other's bodies, and sucking, their kisses more tender, more loving. I wished then that I did love Audrey, and maybe I did love her, I loved her body, and wanted her. I began to thrash my arms on the bed, moaning and crying at the same time. I couldn't stand being pinned down like this-I wanted to be free to reach every place of her body. I had to be free!
"Damnit, let me up, Audrey, let me reach you, please, I want you-I want you!" I screamed these last words at her, angry that she had the advantage over me, that she could reach me and control our actions. I had to have some control, I had to. Abruptly, Audrey got off the bed and walked over to her closet, leaving me hot and drenched in perspiration, lying on the bed.
"Mama's got a surprise for you, a big surprise, so close your little eyes and get ready!"
I didn't like games, but I did as she said, I was ready for almost anything at this point. Just as long as she didn't leave me. My body was too ready for the climatic orgasm, I wanted to explode with her.
Then I felt something, something familiar to my wet pussy-it was a vibrator! Audrey clicked it on and shoved it violently into my cunt, practically tearing my insides out as the vibrator purred inside of me. I opened my eyes and saw her, sitting between my legs, her hands holding the vibrator inside of me, moving it around and around, and watching, her mouth hanging open. I began to move with it, knowing I would come soon. The intensity of the vibrating instrument inside of me was too much to contain!
"Ohhh, God, I can't stand so much of this, I can't! It's too good, Audrey, it's too good."
"Mama was right, wasn't she? You're nothing but a little slut, a hungry slut, aren't you? Aren't you? Tell me what you are, tell me!" She jammed the hot vibrator into me and held it in, pushing deeper into my vagina, and I answered her as I felt the rushes of my orgasm beginning to shake my body.
"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut, and I want you, I gotta have you, don't stop!" I arched my back and took the vibrator in even further, my body arching for more and more. As I arched back, I felt Audrey going under me, putting her mouth on my ass and lifting me up so that she could hold the vibrator and reach me at the same time. This was too much, too much for me to handle! I let my voice cry loud as the orgasm tore through my body, ripping me apart with its intensity."
"Ohh, eat me ... do it," I screamed, and she jabbed her long tongue into my anus, making my orgasm twice as good, twice as wrecking! I grabbed my breasts and beat them with my fingers, stretching them out from my body and flowing inside-I was coming! My orgasm was a long, fulfilling one, longer than ever before as I clenched every muscle in my body as I tried to hold it all in, to make it last longer.
But it ended. And I fell back on the bed, flat and weak, crushing Audrey's head almost. But she eased her body away and sat looking down at me, her face a mask of satisfaction. She had succeeded in overtaking me; she had worn me down so that my resistance was gone completely. I wished her face wore a tender look, but it didn't. I was almost afraid that she wanted to hurt me. Her hands were rough on me and I had been bruised, my breasts were throbbing with soreness, and my poor little clit and pussy were swollen and aching.
She pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, causing me to clench the muscles tight in a futile attempt to hold it in still. Then she took the vibrator, now turned off and rubbed the wetness dripping from it on my bare abdomen. Audrey looked almost beautiful as her eyes following her moving hand; she was more than beautiful, she was stunning! Despite the harsh look, there was a glow, a satisfaction as she rubbed the vibrator dry. Then she lowered her body down next to mine, her legs beside my head and her head at my feet. I watched in fascination as she lifted one of her legs and bent her knee, giving me a complete view of her pussy.
Audrey's pussy was strange looking, with no hair surrounding it. Everything was visible, nothing at all was hidden from my eyes. I stared down at the red slit and the fat cunt lips that bordered it. The dark red folds of her skin hiding only the deep, dark inside of her vagina. I bent down and turned over to face her cunt with my mouth and eyes. I pulled the cunt lips apart with my fingers, and then let my tongue run along the wet folds. I didn't want to suck her clitoris, not yet, so I avoided it completely,, but saw that it was growing larger. I moved my hands Over her shaven pussy, not feeling any stubble, only her soft, white skin that covered the darker reds and pinks of underneath. I planted little kisses, wet kisses, all around her pussy, nipping at the soft inner thighs and tickling her with my flickering tongue.
Audrey was responding, but ,very quiet. Her body had begun to move gently, slowly. I lifted her thighs up and put my arms under them so that I could put my whole face in her cunt. The tangy taste of her pussy juice was luscious. I rammed my nose into her, then my cheeks and chin, at last bringing my mouth down on her swollen clit.
"Baby, suck it, bite it! Put it between your teeth, shit! Now; you little fool, now!"
I was powerless to do anything but obey her, so I did. I covered her clit with my mouth and took it between my teeth, biting it gently, not wanting to hurt her. But then I realized that she wanted me to be rough, she wanted me to be as rough as she had been with me. So I tightened my grip on her and dug in with my teeth, all the while sucking, pulling it into my mouth so that I could eat it all! I was lost in her, buried deep in her flooding pussy, her iuices covering my entire face!
"Aughhhhhhhh, let me go!!!!!!" Audrey cried as her body lurched forward, pushing hard against me. I knew she was coming, every muscle was tight and I could sense her straining to hold it. So I let her have it good. My mouth began to rapidly shake around on her pussy, my head dizzy from the moving, and my own pussy as wet as hers! I cared for nothing that moment, nothing at all, except that she come, and that I explode with her! The bed was creaking loudly as our bodies pushed into it!
I stopped briefly to grope around the bed for the vibrator, but I didn't find it. Instead I found a dildo, just like the one I had bought! It was all rubbery and thick, and ready for her. I hastily put it in her vag, shaking it hard and pulling it out and then pushing it deep inside of her. My eyes took it all in, every detail as she rode the dildo and moaned louder and louder. I didn't think she could last much longer, her eyes were getting red and tears were streaming down her face. I had never seen anyone so overtaken with passion before.
I don't know what possessed me, but I wanted to give her more, more than she could handle. I wanted her to be punished for what she had done to me, I wanted her to have too much sex, too much passion...
I looked up and found the vibrator, turning it on immediately and showing it to her, holding it in front of Audrey's eyes so that she could see what I was going to do with her. She winced and closed her eyes tight, trying to pull her legs together, but she couldn't. I was between her legs, still moving the dildo fast in her vagina. With a roughness I didn't know I was capable of, I pulled her to her side, kind of, and with no preliminary play shoved the vibrator into her anus. It was tight, but it went in, just enough for her to feel it real good and for me to be able to move it around.
"You bitch, I can't take more, I'm an old woman, I can't handle this, Camille, I can't!" Audrey was whining now, her voice not a pretty voice but an old one, begging me to stop. But I only moved my two hands faster, ramming her with both the dildo and vibrator. She was coming, but I didn't slow down at all, I only continued to move my hands. I wanted her to have more than enough, more than was necessary. I must have been a little mad, crazed by .my actions, but I couldn't stop myself. I remembered her harsh words, I remembered Meredith, and I wanted her to pay for what she had done to me.
And despite all of this, I was coming again, too. I sat astride her thigh and rubbed my clit hard on her leg, trembling and getting weak. My head was so heavy that I-thought I might fall over, but I continued, a mad woman in heat. I was no better than a dog.
My last thought shook me. I stopped my hands and stared down at Audrey's tear-streaked face, her body shiny wet and trembling violently as the remains of her violent orgasm died away. I pulled the dildo out and then the vibrator. They came out easily from her enlarged vagina and anus. I had been too rough. I wanted to cry as I watched Audrey cover her face with her arms and bring her legs together as I got up from the bed. She looked like a child, lying there in a fetus position, her blonde hair covering her face and shoulders.
Why had I been so rough, almost cruel to her? I didn't have to act this way. I was worse than a slut. I was mean and unfeeling. I hated myself, hated the way I had taken her, used her body to make her be reduced to this level. She was sobbing quietly now and I sat down next to her head, gently putting my hands on her hair and stroking it. Her hair was coarse and wiry; I was sure it was a wig. I was afraid to touch it; somehow it repelled me.
"Audrey, I'm sorry, really I am, I didn't mean to be so rough with you, honest I didn't. I don't know why I did that. I was just all confused and mad at you for the way you treated me. I'm sorry."
My voice trailed off and she lifted her face, resting her head on her hand, and staring at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice, there was no compassion in them. I knew then that it was useless to apologize to her. She might have only been acting; she might have liked the way I had treated her. I couldn't tell anything from her eyes.
"Camille, you are not the girl I thought you were. This evening started out as a little game. I wanted to wear your defenses down, and seduce you. Only I think what happened is that you won. You wore me down, and you, you little whore, could go on for days. I don't want to hear your little girl innocence act."
I stared at Audrey's mouth as she told me, watching in an almost horror as her smeared lipstick ran into the cracks of wrinkles around her mouth, her dim teeth appearing briefly as she talked. I was repulsed by her then, sickened that she had led me to this. It wasn't my fault, after all, but hers-she made me act that way.
"Well, good-bye ... I'll walk home. I'm glad it's all over. You know, Audrey, if I were you, I'd stick to Meredith, the two of you deserve each other." I turned from her and went around the bed to gather my clothes. She didn't say anything to me, but her cold eyes watched every move I made. Her eyes went down my legs and up to my swollen, bruised breasts as I put my clothes on. She was consuming me, and I hated it. I turned my back to her and hastily fastened my shorts and stepped into my sandals. I had to get out of this room! Her once erotic perfume was now making me sick, I thought I might throw up before getting out of here.
"Camille, before you leave, I want you to know something ..." Audrey said, her voice barely above a Whisper.
I turned and faced her crumpled body, waiting for her to finish. I had a feeling that what she would say might bring tears from my own eyes.
Her eyes held a tender look, filled to the brim with tears.
"... It didn't have to turn out this way ... we could have made it work, you know. We could have ... but I guess the time just wasn't right for us...."
I didn't listen to her finishing the little speech, I just slowly walked from her bedroom, through the doors until I reached the cool, crisp air of the night. The ground was wet from the rain, and it felt refreshing to my feet as I took my sandals off and let my toes curl in the wet grass. My thoughts were too confused and muddled to try and sort out. So I just walked toward home, the tears streaming down my cheeks.