Chapter 8

Ellen turned to look at Randy, snoring contentedly beside her. He looked glib and fast-talking even in his sleep, with the corners of his mouth turned up in a sardonic impersonation of a smile. She pulled back the sheet which covered him, exposing his naked body from the waist up. He was strong and muscular, his thick shoulders and arms rippling each time he moved.

Things had been happening so quickly that the hours she spent wrapped in those masculine arms had become precious to her. Too precious to waste on sleep or relaxation. There was never any telling what the next minute might bring.

Yesterday, when Marilyn told her what Teddy had done, she realized that her marriage to him was over. She spent more than an hour with Ralph and Marilyn, helping them to reassemble their shattered possessions. They told her that they didn't intend to give Teddy's name to the police since no purpose would be served by it.

Ralph had to call them, so that he could make an insurance claim for the broken cameras. But he said only that the house had been entered forcibly while he and Marilyn were out. Since the forcible entry of her body was strictly a private matter, and already a fait accompli, they saw no reason to expose it for the amusement of the authorities.

Marilyn's bruises would heal. And a bath had washed away all traces of the brutal penetration. Teddy was obviously unbalanced, and the police were not equipped to deal with sick young neurotics. It would be better to let it slide. No great damage had been done. Ralph's cameras could be replaced. And until they were, he could rent all the equipment he needed. As for Marilyn. Who knows? Maybe if Teddy had asked her nicely....

Ellen was grateful for her neighbors' tolerant understanding. She felt sorry for Teddy, even if she didn't love him, and she realized that he had troubles enough without having the police hounding him as well. She was sure that his rampage had been triggered by her affair with Randy. He must have heard about it somehow. Or at least suspected. And there was every reason to believe that he had seen the pictures of her and Marilyn as well.

But she didn't feel guilty. The things she had done were not wrong. If Teddy had reacted to them by acting like a maniac and going on a destructive and violent rampage, the fault was his, not hers. He had driven her to it-ignoring her needs and neglecting her passions until she was forced to seek solace in the arms of another. He had used her-thinking only of himself-as an instrument of masturbation, stroking his cock with the tingling walls of her cunt and then abandoning her, aroused but unfulfilled.

He hadn't been seen since he walked from Marilyn's cabin. And Ellen was relatively certain that he wouldn't come back at all. When Randy dropped in last night, telling her that Teddy hadn't shown up at the base all day, she wasn't surprised. He was probably hiding somewhere, brooding darkly and nursing his wounded pride. When she asked Randy to spend the night with her, he had willingly agreed.

Randy was good for her. When they embraced, his hands moved all over her body, sensitive to her desires and considerate of her wants. He played for hours with her breasts, rolling her nipples in his fingers and telling her how he loved to hold them. He kissed her everywhere, trailing his lips across her skin and lapping, with his tongue, at the sensitive membranes of her pussy.

And when he fucked her, he lifted her to heights of ecstasy which she never thought possible. His cock was thick and gnarled, and stayed hard even after he came. He speared her with it lingeringly, bringing her to one orgasmic peak after another, not stopping until one or both of them was overcome by exhaustion.

Just thinking about it was beginning to make her body tingle, and she wriggled closer to him, pressing her conical tits against one of his bulging biceps. Drawing back the sheet, she uncovered his cock. It lay thick and flaccid across the black shock of shiny hair which covered his loins and lower belly. She leaned forward and kissed it, drawing her lips lovingly down the length of its shaft.

The heavy instrument began to stir, coming to life slowly, like a snake after a long winter's sleep below the frozen ground. His breathing remained deep and regular, evidence of his somnolence. But as her lips nibbled at the wrinkled shaft of his limp penis, it awakened, rising slowly to hardness in a series of twitching jerks. When at last it stood at full erection, it rose straight up from the jungle of his pubic hair, like a pagan monolith in a Congo clearing .

The long white shaft was streaked with pulsating blue veins which throbbed visibly beneath its surface. The swollen circumcised tip turned to a deep, blood-filled maroon when her tongue flitted lovingly across its surface. She licked enthusiastically, savoring thirstily the spicy flavor of his oozing juices.

She loved Randy's cock. Loved fondling it and loved kissing it. She loved the smooth but powerful feel of it against the palm of her hand. And she loved the taste of it when she rolled it in the honeyed warmth of her mouth. Sometimes she played with it, like a child with a new toy. And sometimes she sucked it, as though it were a lollipop with a surprise center. But never, in the week and a half that he had been her lover, did Randy turn from her, brushing her hand from his member and telling her to stop.

And that was what pleased her most about their relationship. She could be completely free with his body, doing anything that popped into her head, without fear of rejection. He would do anything she wanted, no matter how crazy it sounded. Once, at her request, he posed for her on his hands and knees while she licked his scrotum from behind. And another time, he stood over her, jerking off while she lay naked on the bed watching him, until his cock erupted-at last, spraying her face and throat with bubbling gism.

Randy's sexual imagination was fertile, and he had already taught her many things which she had never before even dreamed about. They had made love standing, sitting, and even under the shower. She always did whatever he asked, too, no matter how unusual or perverted it seemed. And she was never sorry. For although his ideas were sometimes kookie-like the time he fucked her with a banana and then ate it greedily-they were always exciting.

Sitting cross-legged on the mattress beside him, she bent over Randy's loins. Opening her mouth wide, she lowered it over his pulsating cockhead, taking him into her mouth but not closing her lips around his gnarled circumference. She puffed gently, bathing his cock with her hot breath. Then, with short, quick jabs of her tongue, she began lapping at it, thoroughly wetting his swollen glans with her glistening saliva.

His prick tasted like musk, and Ellen realized that some of the dried secretions which coated its surface had come from her pussy. The thought of it excited her, stimulating the flow of juices in her womb. Sucking his cock was a little bit like sucking her own cunt. The idea was outrageous. It made her think about the afternoon she had spent making love to Marilyn. And it made her cunt all hot and steamy with desire.

Shielding her teeth with soft, pliant lips, she began sucking voraciously, her cheeks hollowing with the vacuum created by her contracting throat. She worked her way down until the pulsating head of his cock nudged at her tonsils and she was in danger of gagging. Then she moved up again, her lips dragging against the skin of his rod and her tongue wagging from side to side along its sensitive underbody.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," moaned Randy, his eyes fluttering open. His cock was on fire, his balls burning with desire. And Ellen's skillfully laving tongue was intensifying the searing heat. Craning his neck and squinting against the sunlight which steamed in through the torn window shade, he looked at her. She had certainly come a long way in the past few days.

She was sitting beside him, her legs crossed, and bending over to lap lovingly at his pulsating tower. Her tits, not much bigger than demitasse cups, pointed towards his groin, her nipples thick and erect. Her long blonde hair was loose, and hung around her smooth white face like a halo. Through the gossamer frame, he could see her lips, bowed around the thickness of his cock to form the letter "O".

She was sucking him with all the relish and abandon of a French whore in love with her work. For a girl who had never even touched a man's prick until a few days ago, she really was a fast learner. She was ready for anything, improvising with an instinctive sense of sexual creativity which was refreshing in a girl so inexperienced. But they had already run through most of the positions he knew and he was becoming a little bored with her. She was a bit too skinny and a whole lot too flat-chested for his tastes. Although she had been an interesting interlude, he was beginning to feel the restless need for a change. Soon it would be time for him to start looking for a new chick. Maybe a virgin this time.

"Come here," he said. "And give me a kiss." This was going to have to be a good session. Because it would probably be their last.

Ellen let his cock slip from her mouth, kissing the tip lightly before she stretched out next to him, and wriggled into his arms. Their lips met urgently, their tongues dueling and dancing from one mouth to the other in their lewd battle. His hands glided across her back, tracing the curves of her spine and coming to rest on the sinewy cheeks of her ass.

He pressed her against him, capturing the length of his cock between their bodies, and scouring at it with the thick pad of fur which covered her pubic mound. His fingers pinched and kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks, using them as handholds in controlling the movements of her body. When the tip of his middle finger began to probe at the dark and mysterious crevice between her cheeks, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Her ass-hole was extremely sensitive to sexual stimulation, although she had only discovered it recently. Last night, before going to sleep, Randy had licked her pussy for what seemed like hours. And each time his tongue strayed lower, to jab delicately at the puckered brown nut of her anus, she had grunted in pleasure. Now his finger, poking and probing at the tautly elastic sphincter muscle which guarded her nether opening, was recreating the delicious excitement of last night's anal stimulation.

"Oooooooohhhh, Randy," she moaned, when his fingertip succeeded at last in penetrating her barrier and burying itself in her ass-hole's rubbery warmth. For an instant, she felt a searing pain, but it quickly faded as the muscles of her virginal rectum adjusted to the digital intrusion. Her hips bucked involuntarily, animated by her rising excitement.

He moved his finger around inside her, stroking the walls of her bowel as he pressed forward. The further he probed, the more explosive her response. She moved like one possessed, a twitching marionette in the hands of an uncontrollably spastic puppeteer.

"Aaaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah," she sobbed, rolling her hips and grinding her buttocks hard against the palm of his hand. Her anus was closed tightly around him, and the friction of his movements against its lips was heating her beyond the melting point. She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming insanely. When she tasted his blood, she opened her mouth wide and shrieked.

"Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiyyyyyyy," she howled, her passionate cries of excitement inflaming her lover.

"On your hands and knees," he said, pulling his finger from her anus. "I want your ass."

The bestial directness of his words thrilled her, making her feel lusty and sensuous. She complied quickly, getting to her hands and knees and then dropping forward to rest her weight on her elbows. His cock was tremendous, and she knew that it would be a painfully tight fit. But she was far too aroused to be concerned with so inconsequential a thing as pain.

She felt Randy's hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart to reveal the winking brown eye which lay nestled between. A moment later, his hot breath was washing across-her anus, bathing her entire pelvic region in tingling, cloying warmth. Then his tongue, soft and caressing, lapped gently at the puckered lips of her tight and virginal ass-hole.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn," she moaned, humming with joy as his lingual explorations coated her anus with a slimy lubricating sheen of warm, bubbly saliva. Then, rising quickly he knead forward, placing the head of his thick and rubbery cock against the softly puckered entrance to her lower bowel.

"Hurt me, Randy," she implored. "Hurt me and make me feel good."

Her words went straight to his penis, electrifying it and making it jump. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he plunged forward, driving his member's mushroom-shaped head between the resisting lips of her fragrant nether opening.

"Aaaaaannnngggg," she grunted, the pain of his initial insertion more than she had expected. "Noooooo," she wailed. "It ... hurts ... too ... muuuuuuuuucccccccchhhhhhhh!"

But Randy ignored her cries, plowing onward until another inch of throbbing hard-on had disappeared into her tight anal slit. Then he stopped, giving her stretched and abused membranes a chance to adapt to his entry. Little by little, her rectal muscles relaxed, until the tightly constricting grip of her ass-hole on the shaft of his cock eased to a snug, but comfortable, caress. Leaning forward, he reached around her and searched with exploring fingers for her hair-covered mount of venus.

He stroked lovingly, until her tiny but vivacious clitoris began stirring within its sheltering hood of shiny pink membrane. As soon as he found it, he began rolling it around with the tip of his index finger, pleased by the soft, sibilant sigh with which she expressed her delight. A moment later, he humped forward again with his hips. '

She felt his cock skewering deep within her, spreading the walls of her anal canal and filling her belly with fluttering spasms of excitement. The moisture which oozed from the slit at the end of his weapon combined with the saliva which he had applied a few moments ago to lubricate her, easing the friction of his penetration.

When his curling mat of pubic hair scoured at her buttocks like a soft pad of Brillo, she knew I that he had buried himself to the hilt in the resilient softness of her sensitive ass. All the pain of his initial intrusion was gone now, having been replaced by an acute sensation of ecstatic sensual I bliss. She could feel the sac which housed his testicles brushing against the backs of her thighs, his forward motion having set it swinging.

Dropping forward to press her shoulders to the mattress, she changed the position of her ass, altering the angle of his penetration. At the same time, she pressed her cunt hard against his diddling hand. Incredible as it seemed, she felt her orgasm was only seconds away. When Randy began rocking rhythmically, pistoning his cock in and out of her ass like a ramrod in a musket barrel, she sobbed aloud.

She felt as though she was going to have two orgasms at once. One, prompted by his rolling and tweaking of her clitoris, would be fast and furious, like a brush fire which sweeps across the prairie leaving nothing but charred destruction in its wake. But the other would be deeper, more fulfilling. It would build slowly, reaching its peak just as the clitoral climax began its denouement. And it would hold her balanced on a long, slender pinnacle until she lost all sense of time and space.

Then, with a shudder which started at her toes and set her whole body atremble, it began. Wave upon wave of glorious ecstasy crashed over her thrashing body, flushing her skin a bright rosy pink. Her cunt flowed like a river, covering his fingers with frothy cream and wetting her thighs and buttocks. Her ass-hole recoiled and contracted, kissing the shaft of his pistoning penis hungrily and with soulful dedication.

When her excitement reached its culminating zenith, his cock exploded within her, its thick, blood-filled shank expanding tight against the walls of her anal cavity. A gushing torrent of white liquid pumped forth, leaving his cock with eruptive force which carried it deep into her belly. But when, at last, his softening prick pulled from her rectum, a long strand of the sticky goo followed its retreat, connecting him to her ass by a tenuous thread.

They remained so for a moment, poised in the afterglow of total satisfaction. Then Ellen pitched forward to lie face down on the mattress and Randy slid smoothly into position beside her. They lay quietly, listening to the sound of their own breathing, until Randy looked up at the clock.

"Shit," he said. "If I don't get going, I'm going to be late for duty at the base." He jumped from the bed and headed for the bathroom, dosing the door behind him just as the phone or, Ellen's nightstand began to ring.

Lifting the receiver from its cradle, she placed it to her ear and said, "Hello?"

"Hello. Mrs. Dale?" asked a confident masculine voice.

"Yes," she said. "I'm Mrs. Dale."

"This is Lieutenant Bailey, down at the base,' he said. "I wonder if you've seen your husband this morning."

"No," she said. "I haven't. Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, Mrs. Dale," Lieutenant Bailey answered, his voice serious. "I'm afraid there is. Do you think you can come down to the base? I'd like to talk to you about Ted."

"Lieutenant," Ellen began, "my husband and I have been having marital troubles. And to tell you the truth, it looks like he's left me. So if you don't mind, I think I'd rather stay out of this." Then, relenting, she added, her voice soft, "He's not in any trouble, is he?"

"I'm afraid so, ma'am," was the lieutenant's reply. "He's been AWOL for the past two days, although he's been seen around the base. And last night, he went on a rampage. He assaulted two men, and he stole an explosive device which could present a serious danger both to him and to those around him. I really think it essential that we have a little chat in my office. If it's difficult for you to get here, I can send a car to pick you up."

"No," she said quietly. "A friend of mine will take me there. But I will need a ride home."