Chapter 14
So pleased was Ordway with Sugar's performance and the fact that she wanted to continue their relationship that he began immediately to assume a possessive, protective attitude toward her and began making plans for her future. It was only their third meeting. This time in a motel a little closer to the city, just off one of the much traveled highways in the San Fernando Valley.
They were lying naked together on the bed. Sugar, her cunt filled to overflowing with the fruit of his first discharge of the evening, had her brown-thatched head on his hairy belly, gradually coaxing his cock back to life, because on their last two outings, he had proven that he was good for two, even three screws a night, if she worked on him long enough.
"Sugar," he whispered finally, as she held up his balls in one hand and teased the head of his prick with the moist fingertips of the other hand. "I want you to quit your job at the hamburger joint."
She lifted her head and looked up at him over her naked shoulder. "But if I do that, darling, what'll I live on?"
"You let me worry about that," he replied.
"Another thing, this sneaking around, hiding out in motels has to go, too. Tomorrow afternoon, I want you to meet me and go look at an apartment I picked out for you."
"An apartment-for me?" she asked with genuine surprise.
He nodded. "Some place I can come and visit you any time I want to."
An apartment of her own! Sugar kept repeating the words over and over to herself. It was what she'd wanted all her life. It could be the start of everything else she wanted, too.
She looked at his semisoft cock lying across his right thigh. Surely for what he just told her, he deserved some kind of reward-a very special reward-and she very quickly made up her mind what it would be.
Shifting her position slightly, she leaned forward, picked up his limp cock and placed it between her tits. She pressed her boobs together with the palms of her hands so she could hold him there. Then, with the heat of his cock burning her body and the excitement of what she was about to do hardening her nipples, she mauled and massaged him until finally she felt him grow rigid.
"Now, darling," she breathed tensely. "You had a wonderful surprise for Sugar, and Sugar's got a nice surprise for you."
She let her breasts release him and dropped her mouth over the swollen head of his cock, coughing and gagging as she took him too deeply into her throat. She lifted her head off him for a moment.
Ordway took that moment to reach down, cradle her face in his hands and turn her head so he could look down at her and say, "You don't have to do that, Sugar."
She met his gaze and said, "I want to."
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," she assured him, and as he let go of her and lay his head back on the pillow, she took his cock into her mouth again. Remembering all the things that Yale had taught her about fellatio, she concentrated her complete attention on the job of eating cock, determined to make him feel as wonderful as she possibly could. She loved him with her hands and her lips, circling his dong clockwise, then counterclockwise with her tongue as she slid it in and out of her mouth, sucking all the while. It took her a while to coordinate the three actions together, but the effort was well worth it, if his reactions were any indication. Several times she brought him to the point of climax, then slowed down, wanting to make the thrill last for him as long as possible and when he did come, make his orgasm really intense. She'd begin each new attack on him with her lips as soft as she could make them, barely flicking the underside of his glans with the tip of her tongue. Then gradually she'd increase the suction until he was ready to blow, then completely relax again.
After half a dozen or more of this, he began begging for mercy, begging her to finish him. She did as he asked. She brought him to that final peak, and when he began to come, she didn't shirk her duty. As she'd done with Yale, she let him come in her mouth. Only this time she didn't swallow it. She held it there until he was finished shooting, then she let go of his cock and spit the cum out into a towel.
"Beautiful," he sighed contentedly as he took her in his arms and held her tightly. "That was just beautiful. You keep taking care of me like that and I'll take care of you. I'll lay the whole damned world right at your feet."
Which was exactly what Sugar wanted to hear him say.
The apartment that Ordway picked out for Sugar was precisely what would be expected of a man with his money and discriminating good taste. Located on an upper floor of one of Santa Monica's newest, highrise, ocean-front apartment buildings, it was furnished and decorated in a manner that Ordway would want for himself if he were living there instead of visiting.
The three rooms, all-electric kitchen and bath with its sunken tub were equipped with every modern convenience, everything of the very best. Immediately outside the living room and bedroom windows was a private patio that overlooked the Pacific. On rare, smogless days, Catalina looked close enough to reach out and touch. About the only modern contrivance that the place lacked was a waterbed. While Ordway admitted that normally a waterbed might add considerably to a routine screw, he told Sugar that having one was absolutely unnecessary when she began wiggling beneath him. The truth was that the damn things made him seasick, as he admitted to her later.
For the months that followed, Sugar lived like a princess with, as Ordway had told her, every material thing she could ask for. Now that Ordway knew her measurements even better than he knew his own, it wasn't necessary for Sugar to even go near the boutique. In fact, it might have proven embarrassing for him and for her if she had. Instead he brought her everything she could possibly need, until her wardrobe was full to bursting with dresses, evening gowns, sports togs, footwear, lingerie, hosiery and hats. His crowning gift to her was an imported sports car for her eighteenth birthday.
He also encouraged her to register at a local business college and take the secretarial course she'd planned on.
"Not that you'll ever need it as long as I'm around," he told her, "but it's good for you to have something to do during the day, so you don't get into any mischief while you're waiting for me."
Her sex life, too, had taken a strange turn. Strange, in every sense of the word. Because after the first few times they were together, Ordway tore off the mask of convention he'd been wearing and proved himself to be a real sex freak.
The first indication of this came the night he followed her into the bathroom, got into the sunken tub with her and fucked her underwater, then made her let him douche her. The reluctance he'd shown that first night in the motel toward cunnilingus had been eyewash, too.
Many times during these sessions, he told her he loved her, that he wished he could be with her always. But he never said a word about leaving his wife, or even suggested that he would ever marry Sugar. Which didn't matter a great deal to her. Because she was not in love with him, never could be. She told him that. Even though she never told him why. Never let him know that she had promised herself she would never let herself fall in love with anyone again.
She was still licking her wounds left by the one and only time she had ever fallen in love. Wounds so deep that she never asked about Yale, never even mentioned his name. Whether or not Ordway was jealous of his own son because Yale had known her first, he didn't say, and never talked about Yale, either. Except for his football prowess when the fall season began. But even Sugar knew that Yale was burning up the gridirons back east, was a candidate for the Heisman trophy and sure to be a high-up draft choice. That information was in all the papers.
All through the summer and fall and then into winter, Sugar continued to live in the Santa Monica apartment, attending school during the day and taking care of Ordway's needs at night, marveling at how much time he could spend with her, away from his wife.
Then one Tuesday night, shortly before the holidays, as usual, Ordway came to spend the evening with her. As they often did, they attended a show, had dinner and got back to the apartment at about one a.m. When they arrived there, Sugar took her customary shower, doused her body with the exotic perfume he'd brought her. Then she got into bed, where Ordway was waiting for her. Pajamas and nighties were things they had learned to dispense very early in their affair, so that now they were both stark naked.
'Sugar propped herself up against the headboard in what had become his favorite position so that he might indulge in his favorite pastime-sucking her tits. A strange chemical reaction had taken place in Sugar's body since her eighteenth birthday. She wasn't pregnant, but they had both discovered that, like some women, when she was properly sexually stimulated, she could give milk. Not a great quantity. Just enough to wet his lips, moisten his tongue and gullet, offering him a rare and added satisfaction. Which, understandably, became a nightly ritual.
Tonight, as usual, after she had made herself comfortable, she cradled his gray-thatched head in the crook of her left arm and held him so he could relish his body-warm, bedtime milk. With his lips fastened to her left nipple, his fingers gently massaging the soft underside of her tit to encourage the flow of milk, he began his suckling. Her free hand, meantime, slid down over his belly to find his cock and gently stroke him so that he would be ready when she was ready.
"Okay," she finally heard him murmur after he had siphoned off the few drops of milk that her tits held for him. Then they both shifted their positions so that he could get between her widespread legs and slide his slightly spoon-shaped prick into her aroused pussy.
Once he was berthed inside her, they began humping all over the mattress until the whole bed shook under their gyrations. They were so used to each other by now that they could figure almost to the second how long it would take for each of them to come, so they could time themselves for simultaneous climaxes.
"Ohh...get ready...start that little cunt of yours purring," he gasped as he shoved his cock to his full length into her cunt and held there deep inside her. "I'm starting to come ..."
''I'm ready, darling...let it come...lots...fill Sugar's cunt and belly with Daddy's lovely hot cum," she breathed, using the words he'd taught her as she felt his cock swell up to alarming proportions.
Whock! Something hard and unyielding came down on Ordway's bare, upturned ass with a sickening metal-on-flesh splat!
He let out a scream like a banshee with its tits caught in a vise, ramming his cock so far up in Sugar's belly that she thought for a moment the head of it would surely come out of her gaping mouth. At the same incredible instant they both began to come.
At what should have been the supreme moment for the two of them turned into one of unparalleled horror, they looked up over his bare shoulder and saw the menacing figure hovering over them.
"Good Christ!" Ordway blurted out, looking for all the world like a man watching the fall of the sharp blade of a guillotine. "Sylvia!"
Sylvia Ordway made no reply. She simply snorted fiercely and brought the huge, gold-plated hand-mirror she was holding down on his bare ass again, as he started to pull out of Sugar's cunt. The force of the blow sent his spurting cock deep into Sugar's belly, again, bunting her womb.
How Mrs. Ordway had gotten into the apartment, or how long she'd been standing there at the side of the bed watching them, was of little concern. Obviously, she'd been there long enough to grab the hand-mirror with Sugar's initials engraved on it, from the vanity.
Still standing there, her shoe-button eyes blazing and her hawkish face distorted with rage, she raised the hand-mirror above her head to bring it down on her husband's buttocks again. But Ordway didn't wait for it to fall.
Pulling his withering cock out of Sugar's cunt with a wet plop, he jumped off the bed. He had the presence of mind to sweep up his trousers and shirt from one of the chairs as he bolted toward the door. He almost tore the door from its hinges as he got it open and dashed out into the corridor, with Mrs. Ordway hot on his heels.
The last thing Sugar remembered seeing as he went out the door, were his initials clearly and ironically emblazoned on his bare ass.