Chapter 6
The conjured image of his blonde-haired, green eyed hill country darling vanished from Paul's memory with the suddenness of a bursting bubble when his hand clutched the warm resiliency of Myra's left breast as she writhed erotically down against his blood-pumping penis. Let the skies fall, let the walls crumble about him...he hud to have this woman!
With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to her soft one, thrusting his tongue between her moist lips and past her white teeth and into the vodka seasoned cavern of her mouth.
Myra's tongue sparred with his in a hot and liquid contest, and then her lingual member backed away to nibble and suck submissively at his! He felt her lush body quivering in response to his kneading of her full breast and she whimpered, arching her back to force the trembling mound against the clammy cup of his palm. Then the lips were gone, the tongue was gone, and he was left empty handed with Myra standing at his feet.
"Who ever heard of using the sofa when you have a king sized bed to romp on?" she cajoled, yanking at his hand.
Paul flew to his feet at the suggestion.
Paul's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom; then without preliminaries, the old woman stripped free of the scarlet see-through negligee and bounced onto the king-sized bed and rolling onto her back in an invitational spread-eagled position, smiled teasingly up at him.
"Take off that uniform, you darling Edward look-a-like! I want to see you naked."
Paul didn't dare believe her for fear she was teasing him. It had all happened too fast and smoothly for him to comprehend, though somehow he'd mollified his guilt by firmly believing he was somehow protecting his precious Kathy...and that whatever this gorgeous woman wanted him to do, he would do for his own sweet wife.
Avidly, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand sneaking around to the secret button behind the pink velvet headboard to set the video tape machine into motion. Why, after all, concentrate on an arm when there were breathtakingly firm breasts to ogle at and the provocative arch of her ivory hips below that, tapering down to slender thighs. Between them, he could see clearly through the raven black pubic curls the delicate pink lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of dewy moisture glistening there!
"God!" he gasped. "You're beautiful!" Staring down at her, he saw the effects of his compliment as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling sloe eyes glassy.
"Please hurry up, Edward...or I'll cum without you!"
Paul began pulling at his clothing as she watched, her burning stare erasing the image of his young wife. His shoes thundered down onto the thick carpet one by one, two socks lopped atop them, and Paul stood in his jockey shorts that were desperately trying to contain the rock hardened bulge of his cock. He saw her raise up on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his manhood when he stripped free of that cumbersome garment.
Myra was not free with compliments, but the sight of Paul's rigidity jutting out from his lean, hairy groin brought a gasp of appreciation to her bees-tung lips. She stared fixedly at the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her lip-line hungrily. "Oh, Edward, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood naked beside her.
Gently, she took his cock in the soft palm of her hand, slowly circling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the outer skin to and from her, her other hand slinking between his firm thighs to caress his balls tenderly...then...he sucked in his breath as her tiny wet tongue darted out to lick at the split at the tip to catch the few drops of secretion that had seeped out. He groaned with the unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive tip of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her, opening her soft lips and sucking it slowly into the hot moistness of her mouth. Her tongue began a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it in...in...further into her mouth...until he gaped in disbelief as all but a fraction of an inch of his cock disappeared between her sucking lips and down her throat! Finally, she withdrew in a slow sequence of motions and rolled back onto the bed, her arms and tapered legs wide open to him.
Paul had no problems understanding her body language but this business of calling him Edward was strangely disquieting.
He remained reticent when she said:
"Oh, God, Edward...lover...I want you inside of me so bad!"
"Shit!" blurted Paul uncontrollably, afraid to blink for fear this magic moment would burst. Eagerly he climbed down onto the bed; half on top of her, his hand smoothing over her flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, massaging, his tongue tasting the pungent musk of his own cock on her lips, inciting him further!
"You're going to be mine forever," she whispered hotly. "Wouldn't you love to live with me forever, Edward...spend our time in bed together...never needing anything from anybody ever?"
There...she'd called him Edward again. A bit kooky, wasn't it...lying stark naked in bed with someone whose name you couldn't remember? He brushed aside the confusion. "All I want is to be inside you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over her soft bowl-like belly and then below to the pouting mound that swelled into sensitive, flushed and fleshy cuntal lips. He traced his finger along the pink, hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks. Myra gasped upward into his face, her breath like an intoxicating perfume.
Paul ground his hard cock against her naked hip while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her lush body, his senses drunk with the unexpected intimacy. Lying there beside her, making love to her in the most brazen manner, he couldn't help but wonder what Sid Parker would say should he walk through the door! Yet...right now he didn't give a good god damn. He had to fuck her...this crazy, gorgeous creature . . .and she'd sucked his cock. Who cared if she couldn't remember his name...!
Ohhhhhh! Now she had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth was glued to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as Myra struggled to roll him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock inside her warm, moist cunt!
Paul responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea striking him that she was old enough to be his mother...though she hadn't a gray hair or unsightly bulge anywhere on her body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to stoke his lust as he ran a finger along the ridges of her spine and felt her soft flesh mash against his hard-muscled torso. The cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips and he couldn't hlep but wonder how they would feel gripping him once he's sunk his penis deep inside her warm belly.
"Oh, God, you're just like him!" she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the bowl of her belly up against him. Paul brushed aside her words, clearing his mind for the provocative feel of her nails raking him lightly over his taut buttocks, moving in circles upwards to the small of his back. "You're going to be all mine...you must understand that, you must.. . " she hissed passionately into his ear.
Paul balked for a moment; it was so crazy, her con-fuging him with another guy, but he didn't want to turn her off now. "All I know is that I'm gonna burst if I don't get my cock into you," he rasped down at her.
"Yes, yesssss! Do that...fuck me and I'll take care of you forever!"
Paul forced his hands down beneath her, cupping her full buttocks in his clammy palms and drawing her pouting pubic mound up tighter against his hardness. He wedged his cock into the open split of her vagina, moving it back and forth, up and down until it was wormed into the damp pink slit separating her hair fringed pussy lips. He pressured upward, sensing the velvety raw flesh growing more wet with each second. Immediately Myra's buttocks went to work in grinding rotations, while the bulbous head of his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris.
Then her legs scissored wide open as she let out a long gasp and her strong calves entwined around the backs of his thighs. He kissed her hard and deep and lowered his hand to guide his aching cock downward between her moist cuntal lips. Myra trembled all over and whimpered as her pelvis lurched upward at him, the open mouth of her cunt widening to gobble up the blood-filled head of his hard young virility.
To hold back was a useless effort for Paul and he knew it. He sucked in his breath and thrust forward, feeling the nibbling mouth of her vaginal hole widen for him, absorbing him into the damp channel right up into her belly with a wet sucking sound, her vaginal muscles clamping tightly around the fleshy length of his wildly throbbing penis.
Oh, Christ, her cunt was milking his cock like a buttery hand!
"Ohhh...ahhh...." she moaned and crooned as he felt her insides dampen and clamp. Gritting his teeth, Paul started to fuck viciously into her, while her body lurched and jerked beneath him.
"Ohhh, Gawd! Edward! Ohhh...harder...fuck it harder...yes...like that!" she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly suffocatingly around his neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the white cushions of her breasts.
Paul plunged his bloated cock up and deep into her belly, and her lush body spasmed and twisted in response to him, her face contorted in ecstasy. He watched her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils flared and her forehead sheened with a film of glistening sweat along the raven hairline. God, the woman was turned on...and he was the man who'd turned her on! Paul was a bit proud of that accomplishment.
"Ohhh, Edward...." she moaned. "Shove your finger up my ass...do something...anything!" she ordered whimperingly as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping ass cheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them off the bed to force her tighter to him. Still jack-hammering into her liquid depths, he managed to stretch the crevice of her ass, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus...until he found it...and shoved!
A tiny rivulet of moisture had dribbled down the widespread cleft from where his cock was stroking sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the puckered hole, lubricating it so that it gave way easily and his finger sunk into the tight elastic sphincter ring and popped smoothly inside the rubbery depths. Myra jerked forward beneath him, her lips parting in a silent cry of pain.
He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs jerked out erotically her feet kicking in the air above them, her toes curling under. "Aaagggh! Yes...it hurts so gooooood!" groaned Myra. He felt her begin to screw her rectum back onto his finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand, and he jiggled it experimentally, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her velvety rectum.
He ground down into her using all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt milk his bursting cock. He levered up on the tips of his toes and rammed the last fraction of cock to thunder up her seeping hole, bringing a new wail of ecstasy to Myra's lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep inside her bowels. Again her nostrils flared animalishly and her eyes stared glassily up into his face, an inferno of desire burning within both of them.
"Aaaauuugggh...." the aristocratic profligate grunted as he buffeted her in time to the finger and cock dually fucking her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her vagina to the top of her head. Her long fingernails that had been digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back, slithered downward and dug painfully into his thrusting buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his cock into the seething core of her needing body.
Moist, squelching, sucking sounds echoed in the sun lit room with every lunge he made into her, while his worming finger skewered into her tight anus furiously. Her skin was greasy with sweat and her head flailed uncontrollably. Myra Parker had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on like a rider jockeying to the finish line.
"Ohhhh...ohhhh...baby!" she encouraged in bursts of breath hissing from her lungs, her climax obviously hearing, while Paul breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He was darned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then to his startlement she swung her smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around his neck, waving her ass from side to side and spiraling her clasping vagina up and down insanely on his plunging penis.
"Ohh...cumming...Edward...cumming...! " she cried out, locking her ankles in a death-like grip high up behind his sweating back. Her arms engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her body arching as she clung to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her female juices out around his driving penis and down the widespread crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.
The sheer salacity of Myra's climax triggered his own and he gripped her grinding buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great animalish gasps choked from his throat.
"Oh...unngghh...dammmmmrnmn!" he blurted, slamming viciously into her, his pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink lips of her cunt, his cock driving deep into the furthest hidden depths of her belly.
He felt the sperm roiling in his testicles and throwing his hands down behind her knees, forced them back higher around her head, grinding as far back against her cervix as he could. He gasped into her mouth, felt his balls explode, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic joy once more as she tightened her arms around his neck. Then, with a deep groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick sperm into the warm depths of her trembling belly!
Then came the end...no more passion, no more taunting, except for the remorse of guilt...and Paul collapsed, rolling off of her sweat-sheened body and onto his back with a deep, almost bitter sigh of exhaustion. Next to him her long sigh snapped Paul back to reality. He felt the mattress spring upward and realized she was getting up off the bed. When he opened his eyes for a last glimpse of her lush nakedness, he was shocked to see an enigmatic glint replacing the passion-glaze of her sloe eyes.
A vacuous expression that Paul could not-dare not-read settled over Myra's aristocratic features. Theirs had been a wild, intense lovemaking, lustful and passionate. He had dominated her, had commanded her body and, selfishly satisfied, left the long smoldering emotions to enslave her soul. Again he had robbed the strength from her and corroded her vulnerable shell with dark memories.
Next time she would control her Edward...oh, would she! thought Myra, a crooked smirk bisecting her gorgeous face.