Chapter 1
"Oooooooh, what a pretty peter."
"That's it; baby. Kiss it. That's what I like."
"Like this?"
There was silence and the tape recorder whirred quietly. The seconds seemed to stretch out like elastic hands.
"Christ; you little cunt ... Get your hole over here where I can ream it out I want to shove my tongue so far up that cute little snatch of yours that it comes out your ass-hole"
The bed squeaked and the air was filled with the most disgusting sounds Kathy had ever heard. Slurping and smacking mouth noises. Wet. wicked sounds that set her teeth on edge. Harden edge.
"That's it, darling." The girl's voice on the tape recorder was excited. "Stick that big old tongue up my twat. Swirl it around. Move it inside there honey. Ooohhh. That's heavenly Lick it. Lick it faster. That's it. Suck my clit; darling Oooooh, honey tongue fuck me some more. More. Oh, God Keep it up; darling Stick it in me harder. Oh, oh. oh."
Over the sound of her husband's lips sucking and slurping on the girl's twitching cunt, Kathy could hear her heavy gasps for breath as she neared her climax. "Oh, honey Suck the juice out of me. Now, now, now. NOWWWWWW!
Desperately, Kathy lashed out with her hand and turned off the tape recorder.
"There you are, Mrs. King." The detective's eyes were bright. His sharply pointed ferret like face conveyed a hint of obscene eagerness that gave Kathy a half naked feeling. He kept looking at her as if he could eat her and his fleshy, red tongue was always flashing out lo lick his dry, narrow lips.
Kathy moved her hips uneasily and felt the soft, squishiness of her cunt on the couch. She wondered if he somehow guessed how turned on she was despite her rage at her husband for cheating on her. Her cunt was so watery she was afraid that her juice would stain the couch and her dress. All she wanted, now, was to get the detective out of the house while she thought.
"That should be enough for a divorce," he said. "The woman is Glenda Pearsons, wife of Andrew Pearsons, a plumbing supply contractor your husband does business with. A very unsavory man, I should add. The tapes include four other meetings with Glenda and meetings with three other women one of them a teenager. I didn't identify the others yet. It shouldn't be necessary.
"Thank you, Mr. Barnett," Kathy said coldly. She took tile check out of her purse and handed it to the detective.
"I charge fifty dollars a day for court appearances," Barnett said. He stared at Kathy King and his mind wasn't on money. For a thirty three year old woman she had a lot of what made the world go around left. She was curled up on the couch in front of the table and recorder.
She leaned slightly forward and her soft, pink dress billowed around her pneumatic breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could see the hard pegs of her nipples pushing out against the material. Her cleavage showed, and Barnett licked his lips again, enticed by the firm, creamy flesh that was showing.
He was dying to suck her tits and tongue those nipples into rigid hardness and slip his prick into her hot box. He knew she had to be hot after listening to the tape. He guessed her twat was gushy wet, slick and slippery, ready for a stiff penis to slip into it in retribution for her husband's tomcatting. His eyes slipped down from her breasts to her narrow waist and broad hips and legs. On one side her skirt pulled up and showed a sweetly rounded thigh.
Barnett stared at the smooth flesh of her thigh and wondered if that was the come on. She could want him to fall to his knees and start kissing the inside of that hot thigh and work closer and closer to the musky scent of her crotch. Once there he knew he could suck her clit right through her panties until she couldn't say no.
No to that, or no to him when he slid her panties down her legs and stuck his tongue in her eager snatch: Barnett could almost taste the flavor of her cunt in his mind...
"There'll be no court case, Mr. Barnett."
Barnett started. Then he stared unbelievingly at her. "It's a cinch," he said. "One of your husband's lovers couldn't have been over sixteen. You couldn't lose in court. In fact if it ever got far enough to play the tapes and identify the women, he could find himself in jail under a statutory rape charge."
"Which one was the girl?" Kathy wanted him to leave, but she couldn't help but wonder about the girl her husband had been fucking. He wasn't only a cheat, but he was a cradle snatcher, too.
"The third voice on the tapes," Barnett said. "I don't have her name yet. Just a photograph and that's still being worked on at the lab. "Look," he walked over to the recorder and turned it on. "I'll tell you about her when we get there..."
Kathy wanted to stop him. The reel started turning and the sound came out of the speaker...
"Suck my cock, you little bitch That's it, suck it." Al King's voice was heavy. His breathing was stentorian and a backdrop to noisy sucking sounds. Kathy wanted to turn it off. She didn't want to imagine Glenda's heart shaped red lips running eagerly up and down her husband's glistening rod. She didn't want to admit that it turned her on. She wanted to deny the hot flutter between her legs, the twitching of her eager cunt lips, the hot throbbing that went up and up her vagina imagining her husband's juicy, red tongue plunging up Glenda's vagina. But she couldn't. She could only listen.
"Suck, suck, suck," her husband's voice repeated. "Lick it, suck it. Get the juice out of it you fucking little cocksucker. That's the way. Kiss the end. Kiss it good. Suck it all over. Ooooh, baaaaaabbbbyyy."
Barnett stared at the betrayed housewife as the tape rolled and he knew he was going to get what he wanted again. She wasn't going to turn the tape recorder off she was going to listen until she heard with her own ears her husband drive his penis stake up some other cunt's slippery snatch. And then she was going to think of ways to get even. It almost always worked that way.
"Stop baby, stop I'm going to cum if you don't stop sucking my cock. That's it You don't want me to cum now in your mouth, do you?"
"No honey. God no! I want it up my pussy I want you to stuff my cunt full of meat and slip and slide it up and down my twat until I can't stand it. Be a good daddy and fuck me until I'm bowlegged. Pleeeease, AL"
"You'll have it, baby. I'll shove it up your twat and your ass-hole and in your mouth until you'll beg for it anywhere you get it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Oh yes honey. Yes, yes, YES!"
Kathy was stunned by the perversity of what she heard. Glenda, sweet, charming little Glenda was begging her husband to ram his cock in her ass-hole and her mouth as well as her tight little twat. Glenda who went to church with Kathy. Pure little Glenda.
Kathy trembled as she thought about it. Rage seeped through her body. Rage and something else. Jealousy, perhaps.
It was hard almost impossible for Kathy to face the fact that the thing she wanted most at that very minute was to have Al's hard cock stabbing into her cunt, stretching the slippery walls of her vagina until she couldn't stand it another moment.
At the same moment, Barnett imagined the pert blonde's face twisted with pleasure, her lips slick and wet from sucking Al King's cock, as he mounted her and thrust that saliva slippery prick into Glenda. Barnett wished he had more than just the tape. Film would be even better. He glanced at Kathy and noted her slightly parted lips, the feverish glaze to her eyes, her pink flushed skin and the deep breaths she was taking. He licked his lips again as he thought about her mouth watering box.
Some of the things Cliff Barnett could honestly say he liked about being a divorce detective were the fringe benefits that went with the job.