Chapter 4
Ed Barton lived in a modern, semi-luxurious three-room apartment in a new high rise on the north edge of town. It was Jean who suggested, abruptly after they'd finished their post-dinner coffees and cognacs, that they go there.
The determined brunette mother did her best to ignore the almost childish excitement with which Ed responded. Though there was a certain coldness in her approach which made her feel almost like a prostitute propositioning a prospective client, Ed took her up on the offer in a manner that made it appear he hardly dared hope this eventuality would take place. As he held the car door open to let her into the front seat of his new Chevrolet, she found herself wondering how she'd ever gotten involved with him in the first place, and found herself thinking, now not even sadly, about her husband Tom.
Tom had been a fast mover, but he was anything but tenacious. Once he and Jean had started sleeping together, he seemed to take her for granted. He never quit looking for women on the side and though Jean was often hurt by his infidelity, his success with a wide range of women made him secretly even more attractive to her. He always seemed to have his pick of an extraordinary number of females, but more often than not he picked her. And even when he went off with another woman he always returned to her when it was over.
Ed was a slow mover. Jean had met him just over two years ago at a party in Santa Barbara. He was an eligible bachelor; she was an attractive young widow. A month previously she'd broken off the second serious affair she'd had since Tom's death. A circumstance of timing brought them together. Ed asked her out; she accepted. At the end of the first night he kissed her at her door. Two days later he'd called to ask her out again. A month later she finally found herself in bed, though she would have been quite willing on the first or certainly the second date. But once she'd slept with him, he seemed to think he owned her. Perhaps, she thought, even that attitude might have agreed with her if there'd been any strength to his possessing. But his hold on her had always been of a feeble, desperately grasping nature. It was a cloak for his own inner insecurity.
Ed talked about law and politics and Jean, half-listening to him, carried on her own silent inner monologue during the half-hour drive to his apartment. There had never been any magic to their relationship and there was no magic now. But Ed had not been bad in bed, and Jean was still determined to do what she'd come out to do. She had to sleep with a man, and Ed was the most available at the present time.
At last Ed pulled into the garage below ground level under the building. He locked the car and they took the elevator up. "Drink?" he asked after he'd let them into his apartment.
"One quick one," Jean said. "I left Stephan at home alone tonight. I don't want to stay out too late."
"Scotch?" She nodded and Ed poured, over the ice. "How is Stevie?" he asked, as though he sincerely cared. "He must be ... fourteen or so, right?"
"That's right." Jean watched him through dark, narrowed eyes, hurriedly sipping her whiskey.
"You know, I've really missed you," Ed said, staring at her with boy-scout sincerity, "when you called today, I could hardly believe it."
"I've missed you too," Jean lied.
Ed let his gaze descend briefly down to her breasts, the generous upper portions exposed by the low-necked cocktail dress she wore. "I ... I don't want to scare you off," he said, touching her shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he swallowed, hard.
Jean looked down into her glass. It was the same old Ed. She looked at his hand, soft, almost trembling on her bare shoulder. She saw the flicker of disappointment in his eyes as she turned away. For an instant she toyed with the idea of leaving. She didn't really want him. She wanted something, but Ed wasn't it. And she knew that if she carried through with her plan for making love to him, the old clinging would start again. Really, it wouldn't even be fair. She was just using him and she knew it. But as she remembered the embarrassing situation that had arisen last night she reminded herself that the consequences might be much more serious if she didn't take this opportunity to try to satisfy the gnawing need that had consumed and overcome her sensuous womanly body. The need was still there. She could feel it even now, a presence that would not go away. And Ed still could satisfy that, she thought.
"Jean?" he spoke hesitantly behind her. "What's the matter? I'm not going to force anything on you. Not until you're ready."
"You don't have to."
She remembered the way to the bedroom. She put her glass on the coffee table, walked down the short hall and through the door.
Jean looked at the soft, luxurious bed, her heartbeat hastening with her building anticipation as she contemplated the act she was about to commit. God, it had been so long, so long. She didn't even know how she had stood it, and as she pushed the straps of the gown from her shoulders and let it fall away from her full, sensuously rounded breasts, little chills of hungry animal desire danced spontaneously up and down the length of her spine.
The sex-starved widow stood naked to her waist in the unlit bedroom. Through the open door the light from the hall poured softly over the smooth flesh of her back. Behind her she heard footsteps, then they ceased. In the near-silence that followed she was conscious of the sound of Ed's strained guttural breathing. Then he spoke in a quivering, almost unbelieving voice:
"God, Jean! God you're so beautiful!"
A moment later he was up behind her. She felt his breath on her neck through her long silken hair. She felt his hands slip beneath her arms to cup over the rounded mounds of her up-thrust breasts, teasing her tingling nipples into even harder pulsating rigidity. Moaning softly, she pushed her gown down over the flare of her hips to drop lightly around her ankles to the floor. Then she turned her face to the side, looking over her shoulder at Ed through her lust-smoldering eyes.
"Come on, Ed. Let's hurry."
He was staring at her strangely, his own eyes wide and white in the soft light. His hands squeezed almost painfully at the sensitive half-spheres of her voluptuous breasts. His lips seemed to curl slightly over his teeth, like the lips of a growling dog.
"You really are in a hurry, aren't you?" he said, and Jean couldn't mistake the puritanical disapproval in his voice. "You're almost begging for it. What's the matter, haven't had any for the last few days?"
"Oh Ed," she moaned. "Don't look at me like that."
"You snapped your fingers and I came running."
Ed Barton felt all the resentment that had built up in him from Jean's having ditched him last fall suddenly rush to the fore. She had cut him off cold without a moment's warning and after that she'd refused to let him touch her, refused finally even to see him. Then today she had called and said she wanted to see him tonight, and like an obedient puppy he'd broken a previous date with a sexy little blonde who had marriage and children on her mind. And now he realized clearly her only intention had been to use him. He didn't even know why, but she had been waiting, silent and moody all through drinks and dinner, just to use him like a hired stud, And there he'd been, scrambling to please, trying to say all the right things, desperately hoping he wasn't boring her, wasn't losing her again before he'd even had her, again. Well, if this was what she wanted, this was what she was going to get. A stud service.
In a sudden forceful motion the resentful lawyer turned the nearly naked brunette to face him. The light from the hall cast a warm glow over the lush curves of her flesh, and her nipples peaked up rigid and dark at the tips of her full inviting breasts. Even in his moment of anger Ed couldn't deny that she was the most beautiful and most sexy woman he'd ever slept with in his life, and now he was determined to take her like he'd never taken her before. Her naked body was here, offered and waiting, and he wanted to kiss every inch of her, to fuck her like he'd never fucked her in the past.
His breath coming hoarsely from his lungs, Ed bent down slightly and forced his lips hungrily over Jean's mouth. He kissed her brutally, passionately, pulling her body against him to crush her breasts to his chest as he almost bruised her lips against her teeth. Then he broke off the kiss abruptly and dropped his head lower. He cupped her full upstanding breasts in his hands, pushing them upward before he covered one of the nipples with his lips and sank his teeth hungrily into the taut little bud, his tongue whipping teasingly over the sensitive tip. "Oooooooh," Jean purred, looking down through narrowed eyes at the manipulations of her ex-lover's lips and tongue on her tingling and swollen little nipple. Again she thought of all the months she'd let her sexuality lie dormant, and she trembled with anticipation and the realization that surely, finally her period of self-denial was drawing to its end.
Ed's hotly slavering mouth remained locked over Jean's swollen breast, his lips pulling and sucking eagerly at the rigid little bud of her nipple. And even as he continued to kiss and suck the flesh of her naked torso she could feel his hands moving down her body to wrap around her waist and pull her hardly protected loins against his own.
Then, with a sudden deep gasp, he straightened up. He stared wild-eyed down at her face and she realized that in spite of his obvious excitement he was genuinely angry at her. She was using him selfishly and somehow he knew that. And Jean couldn't deny the little flutter of apprehension mingled with anticipation she experienced far up in her belly as she realized he was channeling all the energy of his bitterness and resentment into his sex drive. He was going to take it all out on her in bed, and now in her mind she endowed him with a masculinity and strength which he'd never possessed for her before.
Again Ed's mouth crushed down over Jean's, his tongue shooting deep down into her open mouth, his grasping hands roving forcibly over the softness of her back and his fingernails digging brutally into her exposed flesh. He kissed her ruthlessly and with a vengeance, pulling her voluptuous body hard against his own, mauling her with all the manly strength of his anger and his lust. Then again he broke away. He seized one of her arms just above the elbow and led her to the bed, shoving her down almost violently in a reclining position on her back.
Jean stared hungrily up as Ed moved to the edge of the bed and looked down in triumph at her vulnerable, nearly naked body. Now she wore nothing but her sheer panties and dark nylons, and a further tingle of salacious delight tremored over her skin as he reached down to her upper thighs to unsnap her garter-belt. One by one he pulled the sheer nylons down off her long, slender legs, then hesitating again, eagerly surveying her sensuously limp form now completely naked except for her thinly clinging little panties.
Then, his breath coming in even louder gasps, he kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto the bed beside her, again dropping his mouth to her exposed breasts to take one of her hardened nipples between his teeth, his other hand moving up to cup and fondle the swollen orb of her other breast, until she moaned aloud from the tingling, lust-inspiring sensation.
"Oh, yes," Jean whimpered seductively as she felt Ed's teeth bite down hard into her desire-erected little nipple. Then he increased the pressure until her whole body shuddered, but at the same time she felt this hands venture lower, coursing roughly over the smooth plane of her naked belly, pausing at the sensitive little hole of her navel before his fingers inched down into the sparse curls of her pubic hair just at the top of the tight elastic waistband of her panties. And as she squirmed in anticipation under him, she felt his probing hand push urgently, beneath the tight-stretched band.
Now Ed was really getting excited. There was a time when he would have readily married this sensuous woman who lay nakedly writhing before him. She had balked at marriage and finally rejected him completely. But now she was back and he had her just where he wanted her. His cock was twitching already to full erection in his trousers, aching to be free, pushing almost painfully against the constricting material of his shorts. Jean was almost ready too, but he was determined to hold off as long as he could. He wanted to see her really begging him for it before he finally gave her what she'd come here to get.
For several more minutes Ed's merciless hand continued to tease and massage Jean's dark-haired pubic mound from inside her clinging panties. It seemed to her that an eternity passed before his middle finger extended to moved down into contact with the already hardened bud of her clitoris nestled at the top of the moistly heated slit of her eagerly welcoming cunt, and she arched her buttocks up urgently as she felt his outstretched finger move finally lower along the freely moistened little hair-lined cuntal opening until it was almost driving her out of her mind.
"Oooooh," the aroused young widow moaned as she wriggled her smoothly curved hips up from the bed and parted her thighs out wide, working the soft lips of her pussy eagerly up against the finger that probed between them.
Ed let just the tip of his tantalizing finger pop up inside her warm little orifice, then quickly withdrew, teasing and frustrating the nakedly writhing woman for several seconds before he suddenly thrust his extended digit straight up into the elastic-like opening, driving relentlessly deeper and deeper up into the clasping passage of her quivering vagina until it was completely buried up inside her pulsing cunt and his palm was pressed flat against her steaming pussy.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Jean moaned from the unaccustomed invasion.
She arched her body stiffly up from the bed, trembling in fear and pleasure as Ed again bit ruthlessly down on one of the hard buds of her nipples to prompt another painfully passionate cry to burst forth from her lips. Then, as the helpless young widow quivered beneath his assault, he began to work his finger slowly in and out of the flowering tightness of her gently yielding pussy orifice. And as he continued and intensified his teasing finger-fucking rhythm, he used his other hand to gently pull at her panties and draw them down off her rounded buttocks and down over the smoothness of her thighs to completely expose the triangle of silken black cunt-hair nestled between them.
"Ooooooh please," Jean gasped almost incoherently as Ed suddenly jerked out his plundering finger and moved lower on the bed to pull her panties down her legs and off her feet. Tossing them aside, he quickly moved his hands back up her thighs, spreading them out even wider apart to completely reveal to his leering gaze the nakedly vulnerable triangle of her cuntal plane. And as his extended middle finger stabbed swiftly back up into the damply clasping opening of her loins, he felt her hands begin to claw desperately at his shirt, loosening the buttons rapidly, tugging urgently to unbuckle his belt.
"Yes Ed," Jean purred, a shudder shaking her naked body as he rammed his finger deep up into her cunt. "Take your clothes off and make love to me. Fuck me. Fuck me now!"
Ed blinked. Even now he didn't expect to hear Jean talking like this. She must have really had a lot of experience since they'd broken up, he thought, and the twinge of jealousy he experienced at that idea only served to increase his lecherous rage. But still he hesitated, maintaining his kneeling position over the nakedly writhing woman on the bed, holding his finger deeply embedded up in her cunt as he stared deliriously down at her lust-strained face. Then he withdrew his impaling finger from her loins with a sudden sucking pop, gloating over the gasp that rose to her lips. As she waited trembling, he stood up and began to tear off his clothes.
Jean watched the tall broad-shouldered man with a smoldering anticipation that glossed her narrowed eyes. She should have done this or something like this long ago, she told herself in justification of the slight lingering feelings of guilt she experienced in her subconscious as a result of her slutty comportment. Then what had happened last night between her and her son might never have occurred. But now at last her wanton need was going to be satisfied, and the longing and hunger that filled her body blotted out almost all other thoughts from her mind. Ed was really ready to do it to her and she'd never seen him so aggressive. It seemed he was filled with an uncontainable violence and in a moment he was going to take it all out on her.
As the naked brunette watched with ever-building anticipation, Ed pulled his shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then a sigh of astonishment rose to her lips, as he pulled his trousers and jockey shorts down in a single motion and the lewdly pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock sprang suddenly to freedom. In the time that had elapsed since she'd last been to bed with him, Jean had forgotten how really big Ed's cock was. And now it looked bigger than it ever had before, a menacing, threatening cudgel of rigidly pulsing flesh that looked like it would rip her apart at the seams, punishing and taming her until she was beaten into groveling submission before its plundering onslaught.
Jean closed her eyes to mere slits as Ed stepped out of his trousers and walked back to the bed. She moaned softly as she felt him climb up beside her, the mattress sagging beneath his weight. His hands reached out again to her naked torso and a groan came spontaneously to her lips as he dug his fingers cruelly into the softly pliant flesh of her breasts, taking one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth to tease it to even greater hardness. Then she sighed as he climbed between her parted thighs, keeping them spread out wide apart by the position of his knees as he dropped his muscular body down on hers. His lips again covered her mouth, and at the same instant she felt the sudden prodding of the distended hardness of his cock straight up between her sensitive inner thighs.
"Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered from the sudden pressure as he lunged forward, shoving his blunt cock-head straight up against the naked tenderness of her loins. "Go easy, Ed. I'm sensitive. It's been a ... long time."
Jean could hardly believe the vicious grin she saw on his face as he leered down at her. What was she trying to put over on him now? He didn't believe her, could never have believed that she had been all this time without sleeping with a man, and his own body shuddered from fury and excitement as he brutally lunged at her again, pressing the thick tip of his lust-erected cock even harder against the quivering warmth of her inner thighs. He craned his neck to sink his teeth back into the soft flesh of one of her breasts, and as he flexed and bucked between her legs he felt her hand move down between their bodies to clasp tightly around the rigidly pulsing hardness of his ramming cock.
Jean undulated her buttocks in slow careful movements, basking in the awesome power of the up-surging shaft of his cock-flesh pressed so threateningly up between her helpless thighs. She squeezed his massive penis softly, working its spongy, mushroom-shaped tip up and down the moistened slit of her hungry cunt before she finally positioned his bulbous cock-head directly in between her tenderly parted pussy-lips, just as Ed thrust forward again with even more devastating force.
"Aaaagggggghhhhh! Ooooooh Goddddd!" she groaned aloud, his ruthless and shattering penetration almost knocking the breath out of her as his blood-engorged cock-head plowed relentlessly up into her straining cunt. Her hand still clasped tightly around his spearing cock, exerting every possible effort to hold him back and shield her helpless pussy until she was ready to receive all the ponderous bulk of his prodigious weapon. But he refused to wait, and before her feeble resistance gave way, a low sob of complete submission escaping from her throat, she felt his ravaging cock stabbing deep up into her naked vaginal sheath. Then the lust-driven young widow sank helplessly back on the bed, letting her body relax as her vulnerable pussy flowered open, and the whole massive length and thickness of his lust-engorged penis drive without impediment all the way up into her most cherished cuntal depths, impaling itself up to the hilt into the skewered tightness of her fiercely ravished loins.
For a second they lay still. She felt his muscular torso pressing heavily down on the voluptuous cushions of her breasts. She was filled and stretched as she had never been before and she could feel every ridge and ripple of his hard male penis buried deep inside her all the way up to her cringing little belly. The thick tangles of Ed's profuse pubic hair pressed like teasing bristles against the tingling bud of her clitoris, and his sperm-heavy testicles hung lewdly down into the forbidden crack between her buttocks to touch gently against the fearfully contracting little orifice of her anus.
Then he flexed his turgid cock deep up inside her and a shudder coursed the length of her prone and lust-racked body. Almost lovingly she entwined her arms about his back, pulling him even tighter down against her as he began to move, fucking his distended cock in long diligent strokes in and out of the warmly pulsing tightness of her pussy, each impaling thrust sending additional shivers of lurid delight dancing over her nakedly sensitive flesh. He propped himself up on his elbows, gloating down at her lust-contorted face as his hands groped back over her full high-arched breasts to maul and squeeze them with animal violence while he intensified the speed of his shattering thrusts up between her wide-spread thighs. And as the last discomfort of his unmerciful entry faded, Jean experienced a rejuvenation of all the passion and want that had been building up in her since last night's arousing and illicit physical encounter with her own fourteen-year-old son.
The excited brunette almost let herself go completely, churning and humping her buttocks eagerly up in response to her ravager's pounding strokes. The flanged flesh-rimmed mouth of her pussy was rubber-tight around his blood-swollen penis, and his ponderously slapping balls swung forward with every furious thrust to. smack teasingly against the puckered little hole of her anus. His pounding cock felt as if it were stabbing all the way up into her belly, and already she could feel the first waves of pre-orgasmic ecstasy spreading out through her loins and breasts from the wildly stimulating sensation she received.
Bit by bit Ed increased the tempo and fury of his assault, striking with every racking lunge harder and deeper up into the woman who bucked in wanton abandon beneath him. He could perceive the delirium of lust in her glossed-over eyes. Her tiny clitoris was palpitating with unabated desire and her whole body seemed to be coming to life like never before. He reached down beneath her undulating buttocks, clasping tightly with both hands over the naked half-moons to guide her bucking response and even better expose her cringing cuntal area to his relentless assault. When he'd made love to her before he'd always been slightly inhibited by his fear of doing something that would turn her off, but now he wasn't holding back and she seemed to be responding even more passionately than she had in the past. She actually seemed to be enjoying his brutality.
In his determination to make his domination over her complete, Ed was seized by an even wilder idea and suddenly he rubbed the extended middle finger of his left hand against the crack of Jean's wantonly jerking ass. Flicking his finger forward, he worked a few drops of moisture over the little membrane that separated her anus from her cunt, spreading the slickening lubricant in a little circle around her quivering hole. Then, as Jean cringed in astonishment beneath him, he shoved his finger inward.
The lust-crazed young widow suddenly was snapped back to consciousness. My God, Ed had never tried to do anything like this to her before! She'd never let any man, not even her husband, take such a familiarity with her body, and she thrust her cringing buttocks down into the cushioned softness of the bed in a desperate attempt to escape his invading finger. And even as she did so, she abruptly, for no apparent reason, thought of what had happened last night between her and Stevie. The recollection, in her present lewdly aroused state of mind, was like the shining of a bright light in her eyes. For a moment she was dazed. She opened her eyes, staring up in confusion and dismay as she felt the continued intensification of the obscenely penetrating pressure against her anus. Ed's plundering finger rammed through the rubbery resistance of her puckered hole and embedded itself straight up in the clasping tightness of her rectum. Her mind focused, as a contrast to the bizarre sensation, on a clear vision of her son Stephan.
Then it happened. She couldn't have stopped it if she'd wanted to. Her orgasm came over her almost in the form of a religious awakening in which the vision of her darling young son was transfigured before her eyes like a shining light over the bed of sin in which she writhed in obscene fornication. The burning sensation in her anus intensified until she could hardly bear it, then miraculously merged with the sheer ecstasy she derived from the continued battering assault on her cunt. Her body tensed, her mind blanked. She forgot who she was and where she was. She knew nothing but the consuming blinding pleasure of the orgasm exploding in her loins.
Above her Ed launched a sudden hard-racking series of staccato thrusts as his cum-swollen balls exploded and his hot male sperm came boiling up the length of his cock to spew out like a cannon shot to mingle with her own freely flowing vaginal fluids. His penis pulsed furiously to the depths of her ravished cunt and beneath him Jean seemed almost to levitate from the bed in the frenzy of her release. She screamed and whimpered, her hands clawing wildly at his back as she basked in the dream-world of release, letting her mind go completely, while she took the holy vision of youth and innocence still hovering before her eyes, drew it to her bosom and swallowed it in her loins, sucking into her nakedly violated body the spirit-like phantom of her own son!
With Ed Barton's assistance, Jean masturbated mentally to shattering climax and release. It was her fantasy, she would realize later, that finally pushed her over the brink. Symbolically, she committed incest, and the rousing orgasm the act inspired seemed to go on and on, a soul-shattering explosion that lifted her almost out of herself.
Then it was over. Ed lay heavily on her, kissing her softly on the neck and ears. She opened her eyes, disgust and self-loathing descending like a shadow over her as she grasped the terrible significance of what she'd just done.