Chapter 6
The papers the next day were full of "Rape!" headlines. The police hadn't identified the girl by name, of course, to save her from the lasting scar of publicity. But the papers bulged with lurid accounts of the rapist's "daring kidnap technique" and his "Medieval chamber of horrors" secreted somewhere in the city.
Dave laughed as he read the accounts. Kimberly had laid it on thick about how he had roped her down and threatened to kill her if she didn't do exactly as he had wished. He could still remember her quavering voice as she had screamed for him to fill her shitter with cum.
"Ah, well," he muttered, throwing the papers aside. He couldn't really blame the girl for trying to save her reputation.
Reading the accounts of his lurid deeds made Dave restless. He called his foreman on the C.B., confirmed that all was going according to schedule on the current job, and went back to his desk. He reviewed the blueprints for next week's new project. Everything was ready to go here too.
Dave got up and paced the office. Fuck, he was bored!
Angrily, the wealthy young contractor locked the door to his office and went to the tunnel. His car was in the garage today, so if anyone came by, they would think he was gone.
Once in his secret domain, Dave quickly hauled out the portable color TV set he had purchased a few weeks back, and the video playback unit he had bought at the same time. He set the system up in his orgy room and climbed up into the left to retrieve his latest homemade cassettes.
Dave dimmed the lights and turned the system on. In seconds, the perfect, full color images of himself and the eager young girl were filling the nineteen-inch screen.
The heat building in his loins once more, Dave watched hungrily as his screen image stripped off the little blonde's clothes. He unzipped his pants and took out his hardened cock almost without thinking about it as he watched himself sucking the girl's honey-sweet cunt.
Idly, his eyes still glued to the- screen's action, Dave stroked his prick as he watched the man in the ski mask flip the girl on her belly and drive his cock-the same hard, hot cock he now held in his hand-into the juicy snatch of the lusty teenager. Harder and harder Dave pumped as the man on the screen pumped into the climaxing girl.
The masked figure on TV pulled his prick out of the small blonde's steaming cunt and started to put it in her asshole. Dave whipped his cock quickly as the TV fucker slipped two fingers into the teen's winking anus.
The film stopped. Dave waited, cock in hand, for the automatic changer to drop the video-recording his second camera had made. He had wired them to switch, one to the other, as the film ran out in the first camera.
The ludicrousness of what he was doing hit Dave as the images flickered back onto his screen. Here he sat, a man with the money, technical skills, and daring to construct and successfully use a room like this-jacking off like a horny thirteen-year-old!
Dave chuckled at himself and put his prick away. He knew now why he had been so restless. The news accounts of his crime had stirred a deep need in him, the need for a woman's hot cunt around his plunging dick.
But he had to admit to himself, it was just too hot out there right now for another rape. If Kimberly had observed something about him or the truck that the papers weren't printing. If the police were watching for vans at night....
No, it was just too risky right now. And yet Dave knew he needed a woman. His blood was on fire with the need to ravish another tender pussy, to suck another pair of delicious tits!
"Well, what the fuck!" he told himself aloud. Was he not paying some very expensive freight on a woman right at this very moment? Paula wasn't someone he would have to rape, and he had fucked her hundreds of times before, but she did have a very screwable cunt-and that was what was needed right now!
Anxiously, Dave put away his video gear and hustled down the stairs to the garage. In minutes, he was nosing the big Lincoln he normally drove out into the afternoon traffic.
The road up to Julie Wilcox's lakeside cabin was twisting and tree-lined. Dave hadn't figured out how he was going to explain his sudden trip up to the lake to Julie, a lanky, thirtyish brunette. Julie was a fashion designer, and a bit of a finishing school, comes-from-the-right-family snob. But Paula seemed to like her very well, and it wasn't too polite to saunter in and tell Julie "Hi, just came up to fuck my wife!"
"Oh, well, he decided, fighting the heavy car around each corner in the gathering twilight. He would think of something to explain his hurried visit to the pair. He always performed under pressure.
It was almost completely dark by the time Dave wheeled the car silently up to the small clearing where Julie's rustic little retreat stood. Dave cut the lights as he slid in next to Julie's Ford and Paula's Eldorado.
He got out and started up the path to the front door, passing a lighted side window as he did so. The breath caught in his lungs as he peered briefly through the window, and his head whipped back to the scene inside as if snapped back by elastic.
Paula lay on the bed, her body as naked as the day she was born. Julie, a pretty, trim-figured brunette was face down between the plump housewife's thighs, licking and gobbling at Paula's wide open cunt with utter abandon.
"Eat me, my darling! Lick my hot clitty!" Paula was imploring her lesbian friend.
The words drifted out to Dave's astonished ears through the open window. He stood transfixed as his wife tossed her ass up into the sucking brunette's eager face, smearing cunt juice up and down Julie's sharply chiseled features.
"Oh, oh, I'm there! Suck it, my sweet one, suck my cum down!" Paula whined.
The shameless housewife gripped her own tits at that moment and ground her spasming cunt against her friend's tongue. Julie slurped down Paula's boiling juice and sucked hard, hoping for still more, as the fevered married woman flicked and teased her own nipples to increase her pleasure.
"Aaaaah! Honey, your mouth is heaven!" Paula squealed with joy as the last of her cum-fervor drained away and Julie gulped down the last of her juicy secretions.
Dave's mind was in shock. Utter, complete immobility. He kept staring in through the window, unable to move.
Paula ran her fingers through Julie's boyishly cut hair as the slender woman finished eating her. Little coos of affection and encouragement burbled from the lips of the satisfied housewife.
"Mmmmm, so good, baby. So very good! Now, darling, you must let me do you. I insist!" Paula crooned.
Dave saw the two women shift around on the hide-a-bed in the cabin's small living room. His wife was clearly as avid a muff diver as her sinewy companion. The slightly overweight Paula was between Julie's legs in an instant, her full lips eagerly planting kisses on the taller woman's weeping pussy, her tongue swiping at Julie's hot gushings.
"Ah, Paula you're so good!" Julie let out a sigh. "I wish you could stay here forever and suck my pussy. This week has been heavenly. Why go back to that boor of a husband?"
"Mmmm, are you kidding?" Paula surfaced for a moment from Julie's succulent depths, her face shining with girl-juice. "A little fuck once in a while is a small price to pay for the way I live!"
Julie toyed with Paula's dishwater-blonde hair. She smiled cattily at the girl eating her cunt.
"Even when he shoots that horrid stuff in your mouth, lover?" Julie teased, touching Paula's moist lips with her long fingernails. "Your sweet, lovely little mouth?"
"Ugh!" Paula grimaced, obviously remembering her last session with her husband. "Well, that part of it is awful, and the fucking isn't great, but he does earn a hell of a lot of money."
Dave felt as if someone were cutting off his balls with a rusty tin can top. He couldn't believe this was his wife talking!
"Oooooh! It must be terrible, swallowing that hot gooky stuff!" Julie shuddered. "Is that why you enjoy sucking my cunnie so much?"
Paula grinned and touched Julie on her almost flat chest. "Everything about you is delicious, darling girl. I'd leave that ape of a husband of mine for you in a second, if you could just support me like he does!"
Dave had heard enough. Let the lezzie bitch try and support you! he told himself savagely. One thing was certain: Dave Crenshaw was through doing it!
The raging contractor turned and made his way back to the car. He had a few more things to do before he left Paula for good, and now was the time to do them.
It wasn't that she was a switch hitter that bothered him, Dave told himself as he opened the Lincoln's trunk. He could take that. Indeed, he had to admit that the scene between the two naked girls had him hotter than ever.
But playing him for a total sucker! That was too much for any man to take. He'd show the little bitch!
Dave pulled the remote video-camera pack from it's leather container in the trunk. He always carried it, in case he spotted a likely piece of development land for his contracting firm.
Well, he told himself as he lugged the camera back to the window, this wasn't exactly the kind of development he usually filmed, but it was going to result in a large chunk of money in his pocket. He didn't intend to pay Paula a fucking dime when he cut her loose!
Dave leveled the camera on the two cavorting women. Julie was sucking Paula's big tits as his wife moaned and rocked her lesbian lover against her chest like a mother nursing a baby.
Minutes flew by. Dave kept on shooting until the hour-long cassette was used up. He could have kept recording the lewd activities all night long, apparently. The two cunt-hungry women never seemed to tire of each other.
His frustration level bubbling near the boil-over point and his cock so hard that he thought it might never go down again, Dave piled in his big luxury sedan and roared back toward town. He made fantastic time coming down the hill, not really giving a fuck who he forced off into the ditch.
Unable to deal with his emotions any more without some kind of help, Dave pulled over in front of a bar as he hit the outskirts of the city. Even with the great time he had made on the way back, it was nearly eleven at night.
Dave belted down three doubles, barely pausing to taste the harsh liquor. On his fourth, the booze began to hit him. It had just the opposite effect on him than the one he wanted: it made him horny as hell!
Leaving the bar, Dave drove back to his office. He had another drink from a bottle he kept in his desk. Knowing it was super-dangerous to give in to his desires at this time of night-a lone woman that he could overpower would be very hard to find-Dave tried to occupy his time with other thoughts.
He went into the tunnel and set his video equipment up again, telling himself that he would look at the tape of last year's Super Bowl game. But Dave found himself looking at the torrid footage he had just shot of his wife and Julie.
Dave watched the two women sucking and licking each other to climax after climax. He downed his drink, feeling the booze hammering into his normally rational, logical thoughts.
Cock hard as it had been outside the cabin, Dave staggered out of the tunnel and into his office. He leafed through the phonebook until he saw what he was looking for: Susie Chambers, 1707 Marley Court. He dialed the number "Hello?" a sleepy voice answered. "Who is this?"
"It's me, baby," Dave mumbled drunkenly into the mouthpiece. "The guy who fucked you all night long!"
There was a sharp gasp on the other end of the line. It seemed like an eternity to Dave before he heard her voice again.
"What do you want?" Susie's voice wavered.
"To fuck you again," Dave answered truthfully. "I swear I won't hurt you, just wanna screw you. You can call the cops and have 'em waiting if you want, but I'm coming. Right now!"
Dave hung up the phone and got ready to go.