Chapter 13

This was not going to be as bad as she'd feared, realized Rita. It would be worse.

It had taken some fast talking to get Max to come home from work at midday. Now, he sat stiffly in the same easy chair Harley Goddard had sat in only an hour before. For once, though, Rita was not afraid of her husband, not intimidated by his foul temper. Her marriage to him had been a stormy affair and now it was his turn to sit there and listen to her complaints.

The softness of her lips parted to speak, but no words came. Instead she studied her husband's unkindly expression. This handsome dark-haired man was a stranger to her, even though they had shared a bed. He had unfairly labeled her a slut, making a vague reference to his mother, whom he had never talked of before or since. Much of their marriage remained a mystery to her.

Naturally she was terrified of another burst of violence from him, and afraid, too, that whatever love he had felt for her had been killed that night when he had-Rita sniffled. Well, this would prove if there was any feeling left under that taciturn veneer. Annoyance was growing on his face; he was checking his wristwatch.

"Max, Max, I wouldn't have asked you to come home from work if it hadn't been something important," she began falteringly. "It's so . . . so horrible . . . m-maybe you'll want to leave me after I tell you, if you want to. We can't keep living like strangers . . . we're man and wife."

Then it broke. Even though she tried to stop, her body shook with the racking sobs of misery. She couldn't confess about the men, she thought hysterically. Max might hurt her-might strangle her for adultery. Overcome by shame and grief, Rita rose from the couch and turned away so that he could not see the guilt on her face. Blind from tears, she stumbled about the couch, wanting to turn, but not knowing where to go to find peace of mind. Then he spoke in a voice that sounded foreign to her:

"Rita! Sit down and stop crying. If it's John Silverman and Superintendent Goddard you're speaking of, I know the whole story."

"W-what did you say?" she choked through sobs, blue eyes blinking incredulously.

Max's eyes were warm with sympathy. "I know what happened . . . it was ugly and inexcusable."

There it is, thought Rita. Inexcusable-unforgivable. The marriage was over. God, how can I face him, she cringed inwardly. But then a second thought hit her mind and she looked up to face him squarely, her eyes blazing with anger.

"If you knew about it, why didn't you do something to stop them for Godsakes? Why weren't you here to help me? You're my husband, remember?"

Eyes level and calm, Max returned her stare. "I've been on Goddard's tail for some time. I'd suspected he was the one selling alcohol to the inmates and two of our biggest problem makers-they conned John Silverman into it."

"You're in trouble, Max. Oh God!" She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes blurred with tears. "Mr. Goddard swore he'd have you killed if you got on his trail. Oh, Max, we've got to get out of town. We've got to get out of this horrible prison!"

"Don't worry, I've got enough evidence on Goddard to have him sent up the river. It makes me sick the way people take advantage of their freedoms-especially in institutions."

"It makes me more sick what people do to people," put in Rita holding back tears.

"What did they do to you? I know they must have been hard on you, Rover being convicted for rape and all."

"I-I can't tell you, Max. Please, you'll hate me if I do," she cried in anguish. "Even if you still love me a little bit, you won't if I tell you everything."

"Even if I still-what?" he asked, an expression of astonishment spreading over his face. Then his eyes lit up with a certain awareness that took him by surprise. "Rita . . . I'm sorry. I wasn't angry with you all this time. I love you, really I do. You've got to believe that. There have been other things-so damned much stuff going on . . . "

"Other things?" she wailed. "I'm your wife! Your new bride! What other things could be so important that you constantly degrade me and call me a slut and-"

His face cringed in pity as he realized the painful depths of her despair and insecurity. In a decisive motion, he went to the sofa, seating himself beside her. Slipping his arm around her shoulder, he drew her close to his body, squeezing her tightly and protectively, his arms engulfing her petite body.

"Baby, you remember the problems I was having in Gary with the Board of Directors. Well, I was sent here to the Center pretty much as a form of punishment. I did a lot of thinking those first few days of work and I decided that if I was going to make any progress in this field of rehabilitation, I was going to have to make some enemies."

"And Goddard was an enemy?"

"To the core. The man is a rotten apple. You wouldn't believe the number of inmates who've succumbed to alcohol because of that brute. It disgusted me. We'd work darned hard at those therapy sessions trying to make progress with men who've never allowed themselves to feel good about themselves . . . and then Goddard tries to make a buck off their weaknesses. I knew I was putting myself on the line, but I broke into his office and found incriminating evidence. The next morning I called a District Attorney and he called in the State, keeping my name out of it."

"I'm proud of you, Max." cried Rita, throwiong her arms around him to embrace him sympathetically. It was that crusading head-strong, iron-will of his she had loved. Instantly, the smile faded from her face. "But there are other things, Max . . . "

"Yes, I know, Rita," he said quietly. "I called you a whore and treated you like one . . . I know, and believe me, I'm not proud of myself for it." He drew a deep breath. "It comes down to the fact that my mother was a bit of a slut-a two bit, to be exact. My father left when I was a baby and I guess she had to work the streets to support me. A resentment towards sexual women has been my curse ever since. I remember too well my mother coming home with a sailor on each arm-sailors from the Great Lakes Naval Station. They'd get drunk and she'd take me out of her bed and put me to sleep wrapped up in blankets in the bathtub. I was two or three at the time, and I remember creeping out of there and sneaking down the hall to the single bedroom we had in that crumby flat and watching her giggling and slithering out of her clothes. It disgusted me." Here he drew a deep breath. "And I guess the fact that you wanted me sexually on our wedding night started a re-run of that old movie."

"You crazy guy," she giggled. "There's a cure for that just like there's a cure for alcohol." She winked at him mischievously.

"Yeah?" His eyes brightened for a moment, then the smile quickly faded. A sudden fear seemed to be rising in him and she knew he was thinking about Rover and Charlie and John . . . but did he know about Goddard, too? No, better she not tell him that. She knew she must ease his mind, maybe even lie a little, if he was ever to trust her again.

"You asked me to tell you what happened with those men, but I don't want to talk about it: It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it but.. . believe me, I was forced to do everything I did. The next morning I wanted to kill myself, but I thought, why let something get the better of me?"

Rita lowered her eyes, partly in embarrassment at having made such an admission, and to hide her lie. Even if he knew the gory details, at least she could spare him the pain of hearing that she'd enjoyed it.

"I need you to make me pure," she said shyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "I need you to erase that ugliness."

Max forced a smile. "Let me lead you to the couch, my dear." His voice was strained, but he was trying.

Moments later, she and Max lay naked on the same bed that had been the setting for Rita's humiliation. Somehow, lust had been easier to handle than love, she thought, blushing a deep pink as she noticed her husband examining her body with intense interest.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," he breathed. "You know, I can't really blame those guys. That have good taste in women."

Rita heard little of the compliment. Her eyes were riveted to the rapidly hardening length of his cock. "Y-you're pretty gorgeous yourself," she whispered.

"Would . . . it be all right if I kissed it?"

Her heart sank to her toes as she saw the smile in his eyes fade; obviously he was battling down his natural suspiciousness. Desire broke through fear and he said: "You're my wife, I guess half of it belongs to you."

"I'll take the bigger half," she giggled and slowly, reached out to tenderly touch his chest, then run her hand down his stomach until her fingers became entangled in the wiry patch of his pubic curls. Turning her hand palm upward, she began to softly caress the huge staff that rose like a totem pole from the forest of curls.

"I love you, husband," she murmured as she bent over to plant soft, nibbling kisses on the blunt shiny head of his blood-swollen penis. Then, she slowly swirled her tongue over the mushroom-like tip, bringing an ecstatic groan from her gasping husband. Encouraged, she repeated that female maneuver, then stretched her lips over it, engulfing the entire length in the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.

Her tight lips moved slowly down the shaft, her pointed pink tongue working velvetly as she lowered onto it, tasting the tang of his semen seeping from the tip.

"Ooooooh, honey! That feels so damn good!" Max moaned as the warm, elastic pressure of her lips and the skillful working of her tongue caused him to thrust his pelvis upward, stabbing his penis deep into her mouth, forcing it toward her throat like a throbbing, aching mouthful of pleasure.

Rita's heart leapt as she heard his words rasped from his lust-contorted lips. Holding his penis in one demure hand, she eased down on his loins, beginning to draw it steadily up and down through her open lips, twisting her tongue at the peak of each stroke.

As he raised her head to watch, the exciting vision of her lovely, flushed cheeks, bloating and hollowing with each thrust, drove him to even greater frenzy. She gasped and sucked harder as he began a rhythmic pounding into her mouth, brutally crashing the huge muscled cock against the tender tissue in the back of her throat. Her breasts quivered and billowed beneath her buffeted torso as he slammed his groin into her face, fucking her receptive mouth with his wildly pounding rod of hardened male flesh.

Suddenly, then, his movements stopped and Rita could feel him tense; he gently tugged at her had, easing her sucking. She looked up and found that there were tears in his eyes and his jaw muscles were working to force back the sob rising in his throat.

"What's wrong, honey?" she cried, jumping up to throw her arms comfortingly around his neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, baby, I'm afraid I was hurting you," he said unhappily. "Maybe we just better forget it.. . I'll go see a psychiatrist or a lawyer-if you want."

"A lawyer . . . but-No! You didn't hurt me." An idea came to mind. "Let's do something else." Wisely, she caught herself before confessing her knowledge that all men were a bit rough when they were about to cum in a woman's mouth. Reminders would be in bad taste now . . .

"Okay," he said hesitantly. "But I don't want you to be afraid of me."

Enough of this seriousness, reasoned Rita silently, trying to cleverly think of a way to roust her husband out his morbid self-consciousness. "Sure we can stop right now," she said, batting her eyelashes up at him. "Of course we've got to do something with our little friend here." She squeezed his still hard penis, slowly massaging it up and down.

Instantly, he caught the gist of her humor. "Our little friend is looking for a warm home." He gasped as an extra-hard squeeze of her hand made a trail of semen seep from the tip. "Get on your back like a good wife."

Rita was ready. Quickly, before he changed his mind, she twisted around, drawing her legs up, her feet flat on the bed and her knees pressed together. With tantalizing slowness, she let her legs fall limply apart. She wanted to give him exactly what he wanted-pleasure.

"Oh, God, Rita, I've been dying to do this for so damned long," he breathed as he gazed down at the firm young body spread waiting for him. "Tell me that you want me."

"Oh, do I!" she winked.

They smiled magically at each other, then she saw his handsome, young body crawling over the bed and between her open and waiting legs. She curled them around his slim hips as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her moist and ready pussy. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her on the thick shaft of flesh. Rita groaned in happy surrender and, tightening her arms around his neck, pressed her open wet lips against his, and with a deep moan, sucked his tongue deep into her mouth as she felt his huge driving cock hit bottom in her belly.

"Oooobohhh," she wailed as she felt his bloated sacs of heavy cum smack punishingly against her buttocks and she stretched her hands down around his buttocks to touch his balls, tickling them gently with her fingertips.

Above her, Max pushed himself up on his elbows and stared down into the face of his young wife. He had began to feel the old resentment rising within him again, but when he looked at her and saw the sweet, childish face of Rita, he realized this was not his whorish mother, not a slut-but the woman he loved. Suddenly all the hatred and pain he had nurtured began to seem silly and self-effacing, and for the first time, he realized that his mother was not all women, but only one who had nothing to do with the beautiful, loving creature who now lay beneath him, joyfully stroking his throbbing penis with her velvety cuntal muscles.

He flexed the hard rubbery length in the hot depths of her vagina and watched delightedly as her sweet face contorted in joyful passion. This was the moment and the woman he'd been waiting for his whole life. He wasn't deserving of all that goodness. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the gentle nibbling of Rita's cuntal muscles on his swollen rod. "Aaaaaah-hh . . . " he groaned.

Rita felt him slowly withdraw his huge instrument of joy only far enough to make it rub maddeningly along the fiery walls of her vagina, then he plunged forward again. He started stroking in and out of her pussy while her soft buttocks began pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating with madness. The only thought in Rita's mind was that for the first time she was being made love to by her husband . . . and it felt wonderful.

Max continued his lunging, drubbing into her, slamming his hardened penis against her cervix until it seemed as though it must be moving up into her belly. She met him each time. Her vaginal lips caressed it as it went in, sucking and massaging it as it stroked outward. Below him, Rita tossed her flaxen curls, spreading her thighs wider to take up into her open cunt even more of his exquisite masculinity and the thrilling sensation it brought.

Rita's body had begun rocking from side to side; she was soaring rapidly to a new pinnacle of pleasure. Her breath whistled and rasped out of her throat in short, choking cries of mounting passion. Perspiration drizzled in glistening streams down her forehead and the sides of her face as she felt her orgasm churning deep within her belly.

"I'm going to . . . oh, damn it, baby . . . I'm cumming!" Max howled as he pumped madly into her seething pussy. He babbled in mindless ecstasy and she gurgled in happy agreement, raising her tousled head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear, gasping jumbled words of encouragement as she felt the boiling sperm pumping into her. She worked with every muscle in her vagina to milk his thundering manhood of its precious load. She was almost there . . . so close . . . and she wanted to feel their orgasmic j uices mixing deep inside of her clenching womb.

"Oh, fill me up, darling," she cooed while he writhed over her heaving body, their wetness making lewd slurring noises as he drove into her thirsting vaginal passage.

"Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhh . . . " Max stared down at the lust-contorted lips. Suddenly, Rita arched her back and, gripping his buttocks, began to grind upward like a woman possessed. He gazed down at her jiggling breasts as they heaved and twitched beneath his punishment. He gritted his teeth and ground harder and deeper into her throbbing hole, watching as her features twisted with passion as her orgasm began its spiral up to the peak of her passionate fulfillment.

"Aaaaaaaggghhh!" she screamed as the very core of her being seemed to go up in flames. Her legs quivered on either side of his thick shoulders. The bliss was unbearable. Her body twisted and thrashed beneath him, convulsing crazily as her vagina squirted its warm white lava down the sides of his impaling maledom.

It seemed like they had cum for hours and then Rita felt her husband's penis deflate inside of her. It continued to twitch but more slowly. . . until finally it lay still. She gazed up at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and filled with satisfaction. After a moment, he pulled his limp tube out of her cum-flooded vagina and toppled to the bed beside her.

"God, that was fantastic!" burst Max, quickly raising his head off the pillow from a sound outside their cottage in the drive. He sprang from the bed agilely and parting the drapes, glanced into the driveway shared with the Goddards.

"What is it, honey?" Rita's voice reflected her fatigue and satisfaction.

"It's a state car. Looks as if somebody's gone to pick him up." He paused. "Yup, sure enough an officer is getting out of the car now."

Rita gulped. "Wh-what will they do to him?" Thoughts of sitting on the witness stand and describing her anal rape blow for blow was quickly extinguishing her previous joy.

"Just from breaking state regulations, he'll be black balled from any institutional job. Besides that, he'll get time. I'm sure he's had his embezzling hand in a few state pockets."

Good, thought Rita . . . what need was there to tell all? Sometimes you had to lie a little bit.

"Why did you ask that?"

"Oh, no reason . . . "