Chapter 6
"Ken, for Christ's sake!" Linda Ralston screamed from the doorway.
And, judging from the glass-y stare Ken was turning toward her, Linda was glad that Chris Moore was with her.
"Chris, pull that silly bastard off that girl before he spoils everything for us all!"
"She wants it! She wants it!" Ken said loudly, already knowing that Linda and Chris were out to thwart his ramming of hard cock up Susie's awaiting pussy.
Well, by God, he'd show them. He had come this far along and didn't intend to be frustrated now.
Even as Chris was rushing across the room, Ken's hips were driving downward. He would have succeeded in spearing Susie's hair-fringed cavity with his blood-engorged stiffness, too, if Susie had remained stationary. But Susie, somehow sensing help had arrived, regained enough of her senses to twist her cunt out of the line of fire just in the nick of time.
Ken's pulpy cock corona just missed Susie's vagina. His rubbery glans flattened into the hair on Susie's crotch, mashing against the outer mons and then deflecting along Susie's stomach. Before Ken could realign it, Chris was on him: huge, ham-like hands taking hold of Ken's shoulders and giving a hefty pull.
"Don't be an ass, Ken!" Chris said. The force of his tugging brought Ken up and off the bed.
Ken whirled to give immediate battle. Damn it, he needed that cunt! His cock needed that cunt. Who in the hell were these people to try and keep him from it?
It wasn't only Chris, though, who Ken had turned to face. And, it wasn't Chris who hit him.
Linda Ralston hauled off and let Ken's left cheek have the full force of her open right hand. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh resounded loudly in the room.
"Come to your senses, you goddamn nutty bastard!" Linda screamed. Her face was red with anger. She got even more furious when she thought of what might have happened if she and Chris had been just a few seconds later.
Ken, the shit, would have blown it all just for the feel of this rich bitch's cunt wrapped like a bun around Ken's fat hot dog.
Linda hit Ken again. Ken then moved as if to take after her; but, Chris was there to step in the way.
"Okay, both of you calm down!" Chris commanded, placing a restraining hand on Ken's chest.
"Did you see what that bastard was going to try?" Linda asked. "Did you see?"
Yea, Chris had seen all right. And, he could feel the pain poor Ken must now be feeling in his large bloated balls for having been kept from it. Ken hadn't been doing anything more or less than Chris would have liked to do since he had first seen little Miss McKnight naked in that bathhouse. And, Chris probably had better reason to degrade and humiliate that rich cunt than Ken did. However, that didn't mean that Chris was going to side now with Ken. Hell, no! Linda was right. This shit could have really screwed up things royally. And, things up to this moment had been progressing so beautifully.
"She wanted me to fuck her!" Ken screamed loudly. "She wanted me to. Go ahead, ask her. Ask her if she didn't want it."
"I can tell how much she wanted it just by looking at her," Linda said, giving Ken a disgusted look that was almost like another slap to his face.
Susie had rolled up into another ball on the bed, her arms wrapping her legs, her face buried between her lifted knees. She was crying uncontrollably. She cried from shame and mortification. She cried for what she had been forced to endure. She cried from relief at being miraculously rescued at the last minute. She cried because she had been so weak that Ken had actually somehow had her believing she wanted the cock he had been trying to force-feed her. It was probably this last reason which brought on the most tears of all.
Linda brushed past Ken as if he weren't even there, going over to the bed.
"Did he fuck you, baby?" Linda asked. How did she know, after all, that she and Chris had arrived in time. For all she knew, Ken might have been merely going for seconds when she and Chris had walked in. The fact that Ken's cock was rock hard didn't mean that it hadn't been used a few times already. Linda knew from personal experience that Ken had one of those cock-s that wasn't wasted after just one or two successive fuckings.
Susie kept right on crying. But Linda wanted an answer, and she wasn't about to wait for the histrionics to end of their own accord before she got one. She reached out, taking a handful of Susie's tousled blonde hair, tugging to bring Susie's tear-stained face upward.
"I asked you a question. I want an answer. Now!"
"No, he didn't fuck her!" Jim said, his chair still overturned in the center of the floor. "And no thanks to you! You should have never left that sex fiend here with her alone in the first place."
"Let me at that bastard!" Ken screamed, seemingly quite prepared to vent his total rage on Jim, since no other outlet presently seemed open to him.
Chris held off Ken's proposed advance toward Jim -but only barely. Simultaneously, Chris looked to Linda for further instruction.
"Ken, for Christ's sake, quit acting like a mad bull in heat!" Linda commanded, satisfied when Ken stopped his efforts to get by Chris to Jim.
Now that Linda had realized they had been in time, she wasn't quite so prepared to panic. It could all be salvaged-ALL OF IT-if she just got everyone calmed down and under control. By the looks of the frustrated Ken, getting him calmed down was going to be easier said than done.
"Chris, get that bastard's chair in an upright position, and try to get the girl calmed down," Linda said. She took hold of Ken's arm, her fingernails sinking in deep so that Ken would feel them. "Ken, you bring your ass into the other room with me. I want to talk to you."
Ken, feeling suddenly very much like a chastised little child, followed along reluctantly.
When Linda had Ken in the other room, she slammed the door shut behind them.
"Do you know what you were doing in there?" Linda asked.
"Yea, I was trying to fuck a broad's cunt," Ken said facetiously. He was trying to get his cock back into his pants fly, but he wasn't having much success. His cock was still too stiff.
"Quit playing with yourself and listen to me!" Linda said, slapping at Ken's hand as if she were his mother and had caught him playing pocket pool. "Do you know what you were doing? And, don't tell me again that you were just trying to fuck a broad. Because, Susie McKnight isn't just any broad. She's Talbot McKnight's daughter. And if the old man ever found out his daughter got poked by your cock-no matter what promises he had made before-he would have come down on us all like a two-ton pile of shit."
"She wanted it, Linda," Ken insisted, thinking he was finally getting back to normal. He just wished he could get his blood-hardened stiffness back into his pants. Ken felt somehow at a disadvantage with his lust-bloated penis jutting upward and outward from his crotch.
"So, maybe she did want it," Linda said. "Maybe she even told you she wanted it. But, what do you think she was going to tell daddy if he found out? And, don't be ass enough to think Talbot wouldn't get it out of her eventually. He would have. And, if you think she was going to say, 'But daddy, I asked him to fuck me,' you're crazier than I thought. She would say you forced her into doing it. You know why? Because, no one like Susie McKnight is ever supposed to want her blue-blood cunt plugged by mongrel cock like yours."
"She wanted it," Ken said once again, stubbornly sticking to his story that he had been doing absolutely nothing wrong. He'd said it so often, he had actually come to believe it himself. Because if Susie hadn't said it verbally, Ken was convinced she had, deep inside, wanted his cock anyway.
Linda felt like slapping him again. Jesus, he was an ass hole! Linda made a mental note to never-NEVER-leave Ken alone with Susie McKnight again. Linda had too much at stake here to have it go sour just because some egotistical Don Juan thought he was irresistible to every girl he met.
"Well, thank God, it's all turned out all right," Linda said. And, she didn't miss Ken's pout which told her things had not turned out quite the way Ken might have wished them. "And, as far as that hard cock of yours is concerned, I can take care of it just as easily as that inexperienced little rich kid could have done."
"Don't, feel you have to do me any big favors," Ken said sarcastically. However, he didn't stop Linda when she stepped closer and reached out a hand for his up-jutting turgidness. Ken certainly didn't stop her when she sank down to her knees in front of him.
"I'm not doing you any big favor," Linda said, holding Ken's cock so that her breath blew hot across the top of his pulpy cock corona. "I'm doing me the big favor."
Ken wished he had the power to just pull his cock away and tell Linda to bug off; but, he did need his sore, cum-swollen balls drained. If he didn't get some kind of relief, he'd come away from here with one very bad case of blue balls. And, he hadn't suffered from that particular malady since he had been stupid enough to think that a woman really didn't want to get fucked every time she said she didn't want to be.
"I'm sorry we had to pull you off in there, honey," Linda said, giving Ken's stiff meatiness a languid stroke that made his clear pre-seminal juices tear within the pouting of his pink cock eye.
Ken didn't think anyone could be more sorry than he was. He had been so . . . so . . . so close. He had almost had Susie pinned. Thinking just how close he had been made his cock give a violent pulsing within Linda's fisting fingers.
Linda bowed over Ken's cock and quickly, easily sucked up his cock head. She wasted little time in going for the rest of Ken's rigid meatiness. After all, this was one time when she could have found plenty of other things to be doing. Talbot McKnight's daughter wasn't going to get returned to her father without a good deal of careful planning.
Ken was just as anxious to get an orgasm as Linda was to get him one. He knew he wouldn't be thinking too straight about much of anything until he got a release from those tensions which had been building inside of him and which were now as tight as an over-wound clock spring.
Ken gave a sudden, sharp bucking motion that rammed himself the rest of the way into the back of Linda's throat.
When Ken arched his back and began pulling his cock back out to its thick head, Linda's roundly ovaled lips held to the exiting cock shaft, feeling Ken's turgid cock coming to a sudden stop with only its cock corona once again enlodged within Linda's mouth.
Ken put his hands on Linda's head, fucking his hips forward. A few strands of the light-colored pubic hair that bushed out of Ken's trouser fly around the base of his firmly-rooted cock base tickled Linda's nose.
Ken quickly took up fucking Linda's mouth. In and out, in and out. His balls swung forward and whacked against Linda's chin, and swung away as Ken's hips drew his cock free once more to his fat, rubbery cock head.
Linda wrapped her hands around to the back of Ken's thighs, moving them so that they could cup Ken's ass cheeks.
Ken could literally feel his boiling sperm filling up the big testicles in his compacting scrotum. His loins ached with the excruciating pleasure of having his cock ramming in and out of Linda's sucking mouth.
Ken shut his eyes. If he couldn't have Susie's cunt in reality, then, by God, nothing was going to prevent him from pretending he was fucking it now. Behind his closed lids, Ken could have imagined Linda's warm mouth cavity as being most anything. He chose to imagine it as being Susie's clutching cunt.
He was fucking Susie McKnight's cunt. And, Susie wanted more of his cock. She wanted it so badly, she was begging him to fuck her even deeper.
"Want more, don't you, bitch?" Ken asked. And if Linda thought he was talking to her, she was mistaken. Ken was talking to Susie; because, in his mind, it was Susie's hot, sizzling pussy and not Linda's face that Ken was fucking. "Yea, you want it. I knew you would. Yea, baby, I could tell. Ken here can always tell when a bitch is all hot for the feel of his pumping cock."
Linda's mouth held tighter and tighter, moving up and down, her tongue busy manipulating Ken's turgid meatiness. She sucked Ken's cock down. She released most of it. She teased it. She used her expertise to give Ken what he wanted. Because Linda wanted it, too.
Ken was simply too stimulated, Linda too good at what she was doing, for Ken to hold off his eruption too long. As a matter-of-fact, it was in no time at all that Ken found he couldn't bear his ecstasy any longer.
"Oh, baby . . . sweet . . . sweet baby," Ken mumbled, his fucking cadence taking up speed.
Linda felt the familiar expansion of Ken's cock that always signaled the man's moment was at hand.
"Ughhhhh . . . ughhhhhhh . . . ooooeeeeiiiiiii . . . ahhhhhhh!" Ken gasped as his pass-ion swelled to completely consume him.
Hot fluid spurts of thickly wet cum exited Ken's cock in wide arcs, gushing into the back of Linda's throat, clinging there until contractions of Linda's throat muscles sucked Ken's sperm away.
Linda gulped to keep from choking.
Jesus, but Ken had saved up one hell of a load for that McKnight bitch!
Linda sucked, swallowed, siphoned up the churning semen that flooded into her. She groaned out a pleasure that wasn't completely simulated for Ken's benefit.
Beneath her clutching fingers, Linda felt Ken's ass buns dimpling in response to each new jettisoning of more creamy white cum into Linda's hungry mouth.
Linda fought valiantly to take every drop of the pungent liquid that Ken was spurting into her mouth. Linda's tongue was busy licking, not only at Ken's pulsing cock head, but at the drops of cum which insisted on trickling from the corners of her lips.
"Beautiful," Ken groaned, his hips continuing to grind into Linda's face. "Beautiful . . . beautiful-beautiful!"