Chapter 4

"That goddamn bitch!" Frank Porter mumbled to himself as he turned the key in the lock of his front door at three o'clock in the morning.

He had been after a buyer from one of the larger department stores, a sexy blonde who had been putting him off time and again. When she had finally consented to date him, the first three dates had been teasing ones. She had kept promising, but she hadn't delivered. So Frank Porter, tall, balding, blue eyes, a graying mustache, and a body not yet gone to seed, had stopped calling her. He was therefore surprised when she had called him and asked him out. Frank had told her outright that he wasn't interested in a tease. It was obvious she didn't have any feelings for him, and he didn't expect her to be free and easy with her body if she didn't like a man. Since she obviously didn't like him, it would be foolish of him to take her out again.

But the sexy blonde had insisted she did like him. This was the reason why she was calling him. As a matter-of-fact, Saturday night might prove to be a very interesting night.

Frank had agreed to one more date. He had taken her out, wined and dined her royally, taking her to a show as well, and only after he had taken her to her home did he learn she was "at her time of the month." She had smiled, kissed him hard, leaving him with a huge erection, and then she had gone inside.

He still had his erection, and if matters didn't improve, he would have to "take the situation in hand." Damn!

The lights in his two story home were dim. Whatever TV station Reva had been watching had gone off the air and the TV set was simply humming and emitting a blue light. Reva was fast asleep on the TV room couch, looking so innocently soft and lovely, he wondered, staring at her, if she had been the same woman who had craftily maneuvered him into buying carpeting earlier. Hell! She had been some saleswoman, and beautiful, too. He had wanted to come on to her, but he instinctively knew she would reject him. At least, he had felt that way when she had sold him the carpeting. Now, he remembered her entire attitude as being different when she had come over and surprised him by letting him see she was his baby sitter. Though it confirmed his initial suspicion that she didn't seem to like men, he got the distinct impression, while talking with her before leaving, that she was considerably more receptive, or perhaps she was less unreceptive.

How was he to know that Reva's mellowness was due in no small part to feelings she had developed as a result of the wonderful rape perpetuated on her by her employer, earlier. In any case, she had been tired out by her exercise with Len, and as a result, once she had made certain Frank Porter's young son was securely asleep in bed, she had curled up on the sofa in the TV room, and had promptly fallen asleep.

Frank quietly went upstairs to look at his son. Once he was certain the boy was well covered and fast asleep, he left the room, closing the door behind him and headed back down to the TV room and the sofa where Reva still lay, fast asleep.

Looking at her, he felt the ache in his loins intensify. He rubbed his aching crotch, feeling an uncontrollable stirring in his balls as he stared at the extremely well-developed body stretched out on the sofa. Her long, raven-black hair was swirled almost carelessly about her lovely face, and the thin afghan she was using as a cover framed the fullness of her hips and the roundness of her up-thrust breasts.

He leaned closer to her and inhaled. Christ! She smelled sweet, partly from the deodorant soap she used, but partly from a natural sweetness her body seemed to be emitting. Everything about her seemed so clean and natural, and not at all like the tramp he had just taken home who had thought herself too good for him. The bitch had cheated him out of something to which he had been looking forward.

Frank knelt beside the sofa and very lightly ran his hand over the afghan. Reva didn't move. She was really zonked out. Very slowly, his hand crept under the light cover until it touched the warmth of her leg. She wasn't even wearing stockings. like some teenaged kid, she had socks on. God! The skin was so soft, so tender, so nice. He caressed it gently for a while.

Reva groaned and stirred in her sleep a little. Frank hurriedly pulled his hand away. Reva moved a little, separating her knees a tiny bit, letting one kneecap jut out while the other leg all but straightened. She was lying on one arm, the elbow sticking out, the forearm under her head, while her other arm rested on top of the sofa back, arching one aching, delightful round breast.

Frank felt his cock vibrate like a tuning fork gone out of control as desire for the lovely brunette swept through him. Once again his hand crept under the covers, moving slowly, ever-so-slowly. He kept his eyes locked on the face of the beautiful woman as she continued sleeping. His fingers moved beneath her lovely skirt, and when he touched her panties, Reva stirred. He waited, unmoving, and once again her heavy, even breathing resumed. His fingers once more resumed their intent exploration. They worked along the leg band of panties, moving toward the center, slowly probing in between her thighs. He was all but panting as the tips of his fingers finally made contact with the fuzzy fringe of hair on her labia.

God! His cock was stiffer than a ramrod. It thrust against the tightness of his trousers, hurting him. He took his free hand, his left hand, and with some difficulty managed to tug down his fly zipper and reach inside to grab his jerking penis. He tugged on it, letting it out, allowing it to breathe in the dim light of the TV room as his other fingers sought the dark depths of Reva's love tunnel. The digits moved under the elastic of the nylon material until they were in the center of the fuzzy triangle of dark vaginal hair. Gently, ever so gently, he moved the tip of his finger toward her quiescent clitoris, staring anxiously at her face, looking for some signs of awakening. He did want her to eventually awaken, but not just yet. He didn't want her waking up until he had her cunt so well-oiled, she would be hot and anxious for more petting, and possibly be eager for his throbbing cock.

He tugged back the afghan in order to touch her body that much more fully and at the same time gaze at the petulantly pouting pussy he very shortly hoped he'd be able to claim. With one hand on each of her softly white inner thighs and a thumb holding the crotch band of her panties to the side, he parted her fine black fur and ran a tentative forefinger along her delicate pink slit. Then his fingers dipped into her tantalizing honey-pot, just beneath her clitoris, and this made his throbbing cock jerk that much more violently.

Oh yeah! Her clitoris was no longer a tiny button but a mini-capsule. His continual gentle massaging made it reach upward, as if trying to plead with him for more, or so he thought. He dipped his face, and holding open the tiny fluted inner lips, flicked his tongue along the opening made by his fingers.

"Oh Christ!" he softly murmured to himself.

He wasn't able to remember when he had tasted anything sweeter. It wasn't the least bit sour as it was in some women who didn't know how to wash away urine after voiding. No, not at all. This was clean and sweet and delicious, and what was more, it looked every bit as delectable as it tasted. He continued lapping at her cunt, licking up the juices that were starting to slowly eel out of her. Sweet as it was, it wasn't the least bit sticky, but rather it was wonderfully slippery.

His moving tongue licked at the fine hairs surrounding the cunt, and the sweet essence of her flowering sex all but overcame the man with rapture. Hell! He had to have more, lots more. He threw all caution to the wind, tugging again on the elasticized panties, yanking them lower, below her knees until there was room for his mouth to cover the entire length of her sweet slash. His lips clamped solidly against the vagina and his tongue lanced into the narrowness of her feminine cavern, dredging out even more fluid.

Reva's body lifted almost completely off the sofa as her eyes snapped open.

"What.. . what are you doing.. . Mr. Porter.. . no . . . don't.. . stop.. . this is wrong.. . what are you doing to meee . . . no . . . no . . . stop.. . . " her voice insisted, rising to a shrill cry.

Frank reached out with his left hand clamped it very firmly over the tender softness of her lips, pressing his arm along the length of her delightful body in order to hold her down. He lifted his head, his mouth sodden with her leaking juices, juices that were flowing quite heavily from the frothing interior of her womanly center.

"Be quiet, Mrs. Brent," he said to her. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. You're just like a furry little kitten down there, a kitten without a tongue and in need of a washing. All I want to do is lick you a little."

His right hand pressed against the softness of her juicing vagina and he slid a middle finger directly into her opening, gently at first, then with more force, knowing this was no virgin in spite of her tightness.

Reva struggled. He was being rough, and his finger felt good, but it also hurt a little. She fought as she wondered what had incited this madman to do something like this to her.

"Mmmmmfff!" she gasped, with his hand over her mouth and managed to tug her lips free for a moment. "You're hurting me, Mr. Porter. Don't do this! It's wrong and you know it." He slammed his hand against her mouth again. "Aaaaaww wwwwmmmmpphh!" Then she clamped her teeth on the edge of his hand and bit hard. He yelped and tugged his hand away.

Reva leaped to her feet and would have run had it not been for her panties which had fallen around her ankles. She tried heading for the door, and instead, almost fell. Frank caught her around the waist and shoved her skirt up, yanking her rounded butt back against his throbbingly exposed cock. He had one arm looped firmly around her waist, and his other hand flatly pressed itself against her mouth in a way to keep her from either screaming or biting. Reva tried kicking, but her panties were still around her ankles, preventing her from doing so. He wrapped one leg around both of hers and the two of them fell to the floor. With his hand still over her mouth and his legs clamped around hers, holding her prisoner, his other hand slid from her waist to the fullness of her breasts. Reva fought wildly, but the hand covering her mouth also blocked her nose and she was quickly growing faint from lack of air.

It suddenly occurred to Frank that the lovely brunette was no longer struggling. It was too much to hope that she would surrender but when he realized his hand was covering both her nose and her mouth, he whipped it away.

"My God!" he muttered aloud. "Did I stupidly kill her? No, no, she's still breathing. Thank God! Come on, Mrs. Brent, snap out of it. I'm not trying to hurt you, honest. Jesus! All I wanted to do was taste that sweetness between your thighs."

He tore her panties from her, then hurriedly began undressing her, hoping to remove the restrictive clothing in order to get her breathing more easily. He managed to get her blouse off without tearing any buttons off, and he tugged her skirt down and off. Then he was pulling her brassiere off, as well, knowing it was the tightest garment on her body. He flung it away and looked at her, staring at how beautiful she looked, and how delightful her full, round breasts appeared. Hell! She was a lot more beautiful than that blonde buyer. Jesus! This one was all woman. Just looking at her was more than his aching cock was able to stand. He let it throb and stab against the bare flesh of the naked woman like a giant hairless tree. He had to fuck her.

Rolling her onto her back, he parted her thighs with the intent of stabbing it into her cunt. But too much time had gone by and his throbbing prick, which hadn't been buried in a woman for the longest time, was unable to withstand any more pressure. The stress building up in his testicles was too much, and the semen was surging out of him, bubbling forth like water boiling over.

"OHHHHH . . . NO-O-O-O-O.. . . " He wailed as he began to climax.

Heavy, powerful splashes came from the tip of his penis and splattered all over the body of the unconscious Reva. It laced across her belly and her breasts, and other, added splashes dripped onto her lower stomach and even her mons. One shot went wild and touched the side of her face.

The pressure had been too much for Frank, and the release at this stage had been overpowering. He literally fainted, falling on top of the unconscious woman. They remained that way for almost a half hour.

Frank was the first to awaken, but he was too weak to move for the moment. He just lay there, feeling the softness of her lovely body under his, once again struggling to breathe because of his weight. He shifted a little, and she breathed more easily.

Reva finally woke up in a daze. She felt so much heated stickiness all over her, and worse, she felt weighed down. What the hell was going on? She looked and saw the man lying on top of her and gasped, "Mr. Porter, please, please, get off me. I don't have any clothing on. Come on . . . get off me! Jesus! You bastard, what have you done to me?" she cursed, the second time in twenty-four hours that she had used what was called dirty language. She writhed against the heavy masculine body still imprisoning hers against the floor.

Frank lifted his head and looked at the lovely brunette's face. He saw anger written in her eyes, and when he looked at her, she averted her head.

"Aw come on, now," he said to her. "You know damn well I didn't really hurt you. Stop acting like that. You have no reason to get mad. Jesus! You're tense as hell! Look, honey, I can take care of that."

As he finished speaking, he lifted himself and swung his thighs around so his prong, already half-hard, was hanging over her lovely face while his own face hovered above her own thighs. The wet, oily tip of his prick was even with her pretty mouth.

"Get away from me!" Reva gasped, turning her face to the side.

"Just suck it, honey!" he ordered. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it until it's nice and stiff. Then it'll give you a little more joy juice."

"No way!" Reva muttered through tightly clenched teeth.

Reaching down, Frank gave her lovely black hair a vicious tug.

"I won't do it!" she insisted. "I waaauu uurrrr rrgg-gggghhhhhh.. . . " It was all she was able to say as the tip of his cock slid between her pouting lips.

"You be really careful!" Frank warned. "No biting, no using teeth at all," he told her, pressing a hand against her diaphragm, making breathing difficult for her. "Suck it nicely and I'll take some of my weight off you so you can breathe that much easier. Now, run the tip of your tongue around the head, honey, nice and easy," he was snarling, as if letting her know she would feel more pain than he if she chose to bite him. "That's it! Use that tongue!"

Reva felt overpowering waves of shame flooding her as the penis slowly began swelling in the tightly narrow confines of her sucking mouth. It swelled and enlarged, filling her mouth like a gag.

"You gonna keep doing as you're told?" Frank asked, looking down at her as he straddled her face.

She nodded her head, letting him know she would do as he ordered, but she kept her eyes clenched tightly shut. Her tongue obediently licked and she gulped to keep the wetness from running down the wrong pipe and strangling her. He had his weight on his knees now, true to his word, and he lifted himself up a little higher so that only part of his throbbing cock was in her mouth. Satisfied she would do as he ordered, he lowered his face to her loins.

"Open your legs," he told her. When she refused to obey, he pinched her thigh and demanded in a loud, clear voice, "Open those lovely legs, goddamn it, or I'll shove my cock so far down your gullet you'll strangle, honey."

Her thighs swung open a little bit and the man pressed his palms between them and forced them wider apart, making her look frog-like from the waist down. Once again his probing tongue flicked at the tiny nodule of pink hardness that was her clitoris, then ran along the pink, fur-surrounded slit all the way to the tiny, pinched rosebud shape of her clenched asshole. He didn't stop there, but let his tongue play over her anal opening, making her writhe with chills as she realized much to her chagrin there was still so much to learn about erotic sensations, and in places on her body she had never even thought of as being sexy. His lapping tongue at her asshole frightened her a little, and she tried wriggling out from beneath him. But his hands had a firm grip on the cheeks of her ass by now, and when she stopped sucking his cock, he began pinching her buttocks. His head sank down and his open mouth clamped itself on her clitoris as he ran a middle finger up into her wet opening from beneath. Reva tightened her muscles, and she was aware of his thick phallus jerking in her mouth.

He began fingering her cunt as he lapped her, gently at first, then harder, making his long finger probe all the more deeply into the tenderness of her yawning female gap.

God! What kind of whore am I, that I'm actually enjoying all this? Reva asked herself.

He nibbled at her upstanding hard-fleshed guardian, using his teeth, pausing to massage her inner thigh when she stopped sucking to let her know he might pinch her if she didn't resume her oral attentions. He rubbed one finger into her cunt, and he pushed another finger against her anal opening. First he'd dip the finger in the slush coming from her vagina, and he'd smear it on her anus. Then he would push his finger against her anus only to discover she was clenching her sphincter tightly shut, intent on keeping him out. So he lowered his tongue to the rubbery opening and lathered it with his saliva, probing into it with his tongue, sending icy chills shooting through Reva's aching body. He slurped and licked and lapped and pushed with his tongue until it sank as deep as possible into her narrow anal opening.

Reva was panting uncontrollably as her body heat had finally taken control of her. She shuddered, her body bouncing wildly, her head bobbing up and down as she hungrily sucked on the throbbing organ in her mouth, slurping the fluids of oiliness he was emitting. Her body writhed with the sensations of lust charging through her, and each twitch made it easier for Frank to drive his fingers into her twin openings. She was totally gaffed now, speared by his massive cock orally, while at the other end she had fingers probing into the tender hollows of her squirming body.

Her hungrily warm, and now willing, mouth had sucked so hardily that blood bloated the massive cock to a point where it felt too thick for her mouth. He was pushing the penile head into her gullet, and she was certain she would strangle before she was able to swallow it. He lifted his ass, then slammed his cock deeper into her throat, making her gag, and yet, oddly enough, she loved it. Her head continued bobbing up and down as thrills charged through her shuddering body. His tongue was like sandpaper against her clitoris as his fingers continued punching in and out of her narrow interstices. Her lower body kept rhythm with her head. As her head bobbed upward her lower body slammed to the floor, and as her head fell back, her ass rose so that his fingers penetrated her two holes and his tongue once again washed across the extended prick-like nub of her clitoris.

The orgasm welling up in her was overpowering. It would be every bit as strong as the climax she had felt when Len had fucked her. But this time she was feeling it in more than one place. The cock jammed into her throat was touching a series of little nerves she had never known to exist, and as a result, one center of orgasm was in there. The tongue slathering across her clitoris was building sensation there so that she realized she was going to have a clitoral orgasm. Fingers probing in her cunt made her aware of her mounting vaginal orgasm, and, last, but not at all least, was the orgasm building in her rectum from the pressure of his finger in there. All the climaxes washed over her at once, slamming into her body.

"GGGAAAWWW WWAAAAUUUUUU RRRR-RRGGGGGG HHHHLLLLLL LLUUUU CCCC HH-HHHH . . . AAAAAANNNN GGGGHHHHHH FF-FFFFLLLLGGGGLLLLRRRR GGGG HHHHHH-AAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" she gasped with the cock buried in her gullet as she bounced and wriggled and squirmed and churned.

Her esophagus clamped firmly around the throbbing phallus, pulling it even deeper as her lips tightly encircled the stem of the organ, pushing forward until she was able to touch the base of his cock. His balls pressed against her nose, but she had enough room left to breathe, and breathe she did. She inhaled and exhaled strongly as her head bobbed wildly, thrill after uncontrollable thrill continually charging through her shuddering body. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner, her lips pulling strongly on the full length of the penis as they slid back and forth, moving from base to corona and back again.

He was still lapping her clitoris, his fingers moving in and out of her in spite of the fact that he was aware of her intense quadruple orgasm. This irritated her a little, but it sent wild flurries through her as well, and soon she found herself climaxing again, a series of minor orgasms that shot through her shuddering body making her suck even more heartily.

His cock was enlarging, thickening, and she knew the time had come. She pulled hard, and that was when Frank bellowed, "OHHHH . . . HHHHUUUU-GGGGHH HHHH . . . YYEEEEEE AAAAGGGG-GGGGHH HH . . . AARRRRRRGGHH HHGGHH HHAAAAAANNNNGGGGGGHH HHHHUUUU UUNNGGGGGG HHAAAA AAGGGGHHHH HHHH HH!"

His face was out of her cunt now, as were his hands away from her vagina and rectum as he blasted spurt after hot spurt of his semen down her throat, filling her with whatever was left in his balls.

He rolled off her after that, and just lay there. Reva lay there, too, finally falling asleep, barely aware of him covering her with the afghan.

She awoke at dawn, hurriedly got dressed, and left. She would never see Frank Porter again.