Chapter 10
"Gee, honey, I love sucking your cock. it's so big and hot I really love it when you pour all the creamy stuff into my mouth"
"Yeah, baby You're a great little cock sucker. Great"
The tape was interrupted by loud sucking and slurping noises and despite herself Kathy couldn't control the nervous, automatic reaction she had. Her crotch was getting wet and slippery. Sitting on the couch, she could practically feel her vaginal lips swelling bigger and bigger until they were rubbing against each other.
It was the day after she had decided to fuck her own son and Kathy was still in a daze. She didn't understand how she could have been so crude.
How she could have actually allowed herself to be tied up and used in that incestuous little drama. It was wrong. Wrong. And there was really no way she could justify it. She remembered how her son had tied her wrists to her ankles and then, while she was helpless, sucked her cunt until she was practically creaming in her mouth.
And now she was listening to the tapes of her two timing husband. It still made her mad. She wanted to do something to him, to hit him in his puffy male egotism. But she didn't know how. Perhaps she thought to herself, I could send him a tape of me and David. Let him know even his young son is a better fuck.
For some reason there was a wild throbbing in her cunt at the idea of cramming the insult back down her husband's throat. But she knew she couldn't do that. She was so ashamed of how much she enjoyed being fucked and sucked, if being her own son's love slave, that she could never let anyone particularly Al know about it.
In fact, giving it serious thought, Kathy knew she mustn't ever again let herself get sexually intimate with her son. It was too dangerous...
The slurping stopped on the tape machine and she could hear Al's heavy breathing. "I'm going to cum," he moaned heavily. "Keep it up, keep sucking like that and I'm going to pour it down your throat baby. More, baby, more."
Kathy could practically see the strange woman laying in bed with her husband. She thought it was Mae Hunniset from the voice, but she wasn't sure. But Kathy imagined it was Mae and she could see the woman's full cheeks sucked in until they were hollow and her lips ringed around Al's grotesque cock and streaking it with lipstick. She could imagine big, buxom Mae gulping and sucking desperately in his prick until it was red and slimy from her saliva, her tongue stroking it while her hands played with his balls. It wasn't hard to visualize her husband's thick prick surging slowly in and out of Mae's lush red lips. Surging just as it would in and out of a hot cunt. The image of his penis driving first in and out of Mae's lips and then plunging into the hair nest of her own pussy really turned Kathy on. Her hips began to slide back and forth on the couch as she strained her ears to hear what was next on the tape...
The doorbell rang.
Instantly Kathy switched the machine off and sat paralyzed, wondering who it was.
The doorbell rang again.
Quickly Kathy got up and closed the machine. She shoved it back in the closet and put the tape in a drawer in the buffet. Then, smoothing her dress self consciously down her thighs, she answered the door.
"Hi," Cliff Barnett said when she answered the door.
"Hello. What do you want?" Kathy frowned at the detective.
"May I?" Barnett sort of oozed into the house. Kathy hadn't intended to let him in. He just seemed to slide around her in a devious way which, she supposed, was part of his stock in trade. As he went by, the front of his pants brushed against her thigh and she could distinctly feel his hard, swollen pecker against her leg. She had to turn around to face him. It was close in the narrow hallway and it seemed to Kathy that she had to back up to keep any space between them. She only stopped when her buttocks were pressed against the little fern table next to the door.
"I just thought I'd check and see if you had a change of heart," Barnett said. "It's part of the service." He moved forward and one of his hands brushed lightly across Kathy's projecting tit.
"Uh ... about what?" Kathy asked. She was distracted. His touch had flashed an electric bolt of sexuality through her body. Her thighs clenched tight, trying to combat the feeling, but she wasn't succeeding too well. She remembered too well how this man had battered down her defenses before. In a way, the tremendous sexual frustration she was feeling was partly his fault.
"You know. Your divorce ... and other things." Barnett was up close to her now, too close for her to resist as his hand lifted the hem of her skirt and slid cautiously between her legs and began to feel her slippery cunt.
"Noooooo," Kathy protested. She squirmed and tried to resist, to push him away.
"Come on, baby," Barnett said. His fingers wiggled persuasively in her crack.
Kathy shoved and fought, but the detective was stronger than she was. Besides, his fingers between her legs were draining all the strength out of her.
"I know what you want," he said harshly. "We'll take up where we left off."
"Nooooo," Kathy moaned again as she felt his fingers explore her buttocks.
"Yes," Barnett said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. And you'll tell me how much you love it."
The lock clicked in the door as Barnett thumbed it. Then he began to steer Kathy backward toward the couch. His hand was feverish in her crotch. His thumb jammed up her twat, spreading her open. while his fingers played around with her ass-hole. His lips pressed down on hers and Barnett began French kissing her, hard.
She fell back on the sofa and his hands undid her dress and she slithered out of it. She was wearing only her bra and panties under it and he immediately hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them off.
Kathy stopped struggling then. She felt so open and vulnerable that she was defenseless. The best thing, she thought, was to let him do it. To help him get it over with. She couldn't fight him off, anyway, and all there was for her to do was to lay back and enjoy it. She already knew it wasn't going to be any worse than Al treated her in bed most of the time. Thinking about being fucked caused her cunt to start drooling.
"All right, fuck me," she said. "You and I both know I'm going to love it when you get that cock of yours to work between my legs. So get started, baby. And if you aren't any good or can't deliver. I'm going to tell you about it, you bastard."
Barnett stopped like he'd run into a stone wall. His mouth fell open. Finally he smiled and peeled her bra off.
"You're going to love this, baby," he promised.
Gently he bent over her boobs and began kissing her erect nipples. Her tits were hot and her nipples like granite, but the softness of his heated lips was just enough to send shocks of steamy pleasure through her body.
"Oooooo," Kathy whimpered. She told herself that she was just giving in because she had no other choice. But she knew that wasn't true. She was doing it because she loved being fucked, being taken by a man's throbbing, pounding dick.
Barnett spread her legs with his hands and then undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants. Then he slipped to his knees between her thighs and roughly played with her opening. His fingers brushed across her pubic hair and ran lightly over the tender vaginal lips that were already moist. His finger slipped into her tight hole and wormed back and forth, starting her cunt wiggling and sucking back.
"Ready?" He smiled at her while his finger plunged in and out.
"R r ready," she stuttered. Her face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as her hips writhed and twisted to exact the full pleasure of his vibrating hand and the in and out sensation of his finger in her twat.
Then Barnett leaned forward. His crisp, laundry fresh shirt crushed her breasts. Kathy could feel the sort of scraping sensation of her nipples against the starched material. But that wasn't what she noticed most.
Barnett's prick jabbed heavily at the entrance to her sex. It poked and pried at her pussy lips all around first, and then closer and closer as if sniffing out the entrance to her cunt. The closer the blunt snout of his cock became, the more excited Kathy was.
Suddenly he stabbed into her while he hugged her body against him with his arms. Kathy cried out. His penis had found the opening. It stuck in the mouth of her vagina for an uncertain moment and then it plunged fully into her like a jack hammer going through paper. She felt it descending in her cunt. It was a solid, full feeling. Her vagina was seized by a series of convulsions, minor orgasms that ran through her body like shudders and not feelings. But she couldn't separate things too well. Her cunt seemed like the center of her body. Everything from there. She wasn't a woman with a cunt, she was a cunt with a body.
Barnett's plunging prick only reinforced that feeling: Kathy didn't like Barnett. Yet she was letting him fuck her. In fact, she was enjoying it.
As he ground his pelvis against her the sensations had become so great that Kathy raised her legs and wrapped them about Barnett's waist. The position opened her up completely. She knew that anyone standing at the end of the couch could have seen every detail of Barnett's fat, hard cock as it slipped in and out of her juicy hole.
"Faster," she breathed in his ear.
Kathy's hips began to gallop. Barnett was locked secure in the saddle, his cock drilling her cunt and the faster she flailed her hips back and forth the greater the sensation was for the both of them. His prick was burning in her hot hole and Kathy's vagina was aflame.
"I'm cuming," he shouted in her ear. "I'm cuming."
Kathy could feel his penis swelling and swelling inside of her snatch. She knew he was going to explode and she went faster and harder.
"Fuck me hard," she moaned, "When you come. Fill my cup full. Screw the shit out of me."
Eagerly she banged her crotch against his pelvis, enjoying the feel of his balls bouncing against her ass. He was going to come and she was straining. Harder. Harder. She wasn't going to let it get away from her. She threw her hips up one last time and felt his response coming down at the same moment. His pecker plunged deeper in her than ever before and she felt numb for a brief instant.
Barnett held her tight. She couldn't even fight free to bang her hips against his when she experienced the instantaneous flow of hot seed inside her cunt. She cried out and hugged back. It was the key to her sexuality. As his semen poured inside her vagina Kathy erupted herself into a series of orgasmic shocks, each one bigger than the previous one while her convulsing vagina squeezed and milked his pecker.
"Oh, my God, I'm cuming too," she squealed. At the same time, Kathy stared over Barnett's shoulder and thought she saw her son's white face as he stared at her and Barnett. Then, in a flash, it was gone and Kathy was fighting to get out from under the detective's hot, sweaty body.
"Come on, baby," Barnett mumbled. He tried to keep her down, but she broke free and stood up. Sperm dripped down the inside of her naked thigh and Kathy was ashamed of herself for doing what she'd done with Barnett.
"Let's do it again," Barnett urged.
"Get out," Kathy cried. "Get out." She shoved his pants into his hands and pushed him toward the door.
"What the hell?? ? "
Barnett seemed dazed by her sudden about face. He stood in the middle of the living room, his pants in his hand, and he glared uncomprehendingly at Kathy.
"Get out," Kathy sobbed. "Now."
"Knock it off," he said. "We're just getting started I..."
"We're all through," Kathy screamed. "You're not even ... not even half a prick."
Barnett was staggered. If she'd wanted to hit him harder, Kathy would have had to use a bat. His pride in his sexual prowess was the real core of Cliff Barnett's existence as an individual, and Kathy had just undermined that in the cruelest way possible.
Stumbling into his pants, Barnett retreated before her almost hysterical onslaught. He tried to reason with her, make her see reason. But it wasn't working.
"Get out," Kathy screamed. Tears of hysteria were running from the corners of her eyes.
Barnett retreated. He zipped his fly up without catching his prick. He felt the wet stain in the front of his pants from the last drips of seminal fluid from his penis. But Kathy's attack was so sudden, so unannounced it seemed unreal.
Finally, frustrated and enraged, Barnett turned away from her and jerked the door open. "All right, bitch," he screamed. "All right. I'm leaving."
When he did go outside he slammed the door so hard it sounded like part of the house was falling in.
To Kathy, it was.
As soon as her ears stopped ringing, she whirled and started looking for David. She knew he was somewhere in the house and she had to find him.