Chapter 4
Frankly, Brandi was just as shocked as he was. I'm married to him! she thought, flabbergasted. Well, at least that explains why he knows exactly the way I like to be fucked.
But it didn't explain anything else. This memory loss of hers was becoming a rather serious business. Who could tell what other important things she might have forgotten? How had it all happened in the first place, anyway?
On top of that, now that the excitement of fucking had passed, Ted was angry about where she had been all night. And Brandi could understand why. It might be all right for a single girl to spend the night in bed with a strange man, but it wasn't all right for a married woman.
Of course, he didn't know about that part, thank heavens! She told him that she had simply drank too much and couldn't drive, so Carla Mason had let her spend the night there.
"Who the hell is this Carla Mason anyway?" Ted said, scowling. "I've never heard you mention her before."
I wonder how long we've been married, Brandi thought. Maybe she's someone I knew before we got married. Actually, I still don't have the faintest idea who she is myself.
But even though she didn't know who Carla Mason was, the mention of her name made Brandi remember what she had seen. The beautiful, naked, dark-haired girl being brutally fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time by the two men. The sharp cries of ecstasy when the girl came. Her lovely body arching and shuddering with spasms of passion. The thick red cocks of the two men probing her fiercely.
The mere memory alone was enough to make Brandi's blood race. Her pulse jumped. Her breath quickened. Do you suppose that was Carla Mason? she asked herself. .
But she realized that Ted was watching her, expecting an answer to his question. She couldn't afford to let him see her getting so aroused over a simple memory, especially after he had just screwed her so well himself. He might get suspicious.
"Oh, she's just a girl from work," Brandi said, trying to be casual. "She invited me to this party. I thought I called you and told you about it. Didn't I call you?"
He shook his head. His expression was skeptical.
"Well, I must've overlooked it," she giggled nervously. "That's what I did. I overlooked it. I certainly meant to call you. So you wouldn't worry. Did you worry?"
"What do you think?" Ted said grimly.
"Oh, I know you did, baby," she cooed.
She snuggled up to him, kissing and stroking him tenderly. God, I've got to get his mind off it, she thought. He's getting too suspicious. And I don't have any answers. Except all the wrong ones, she thought guiltily.
"It was really a stupid party," she said. "Full of creeps. I guess that's why I drank so much and fell asleep."
As she spoke she slid down his body. She took his long limp cock and put it between her naked tits. She smothered the thick shaft in the warm globes, rubbing his cock with her breasts until it began to swell and thump.
"Have you been having trouble with your memory?" Ted asked, trying to ignore how much she was arousing him.
His cock was now stiff enough to slide to and fro in the hollow between her firm breasts. Brandi touched her plump nipples to the swollen head of his cock, feeling her own pleasure grow as her breasts throbbed.
"I have been forgetting things a little lately," she murmured. "I don't know why. Oh, let's talk about that later."
She didn't want to get into anything that might make her unconsciously reveal how she had actually spent the night, fucking with Mike. So she took Ted's pulsing cock into her mouth and began to give him a blowjob supreme.
She felt quite certain that no matter how long they had been married, she had never given head to her husband the way she was doing now. She sucked his twitching engorged prick with soft skillful patience.
She knew it would not be easy for him to come again right away. Only twenty minutes or so ago he had shot a load into her pussy. But she had all the time in the world. And Ted was enjoying it. He no longer asked her questions about last night. Instead he sighed and groaned now and then as Brandi's lips sucked unbelievable pleasure alive in his throbbing cock.
Brandi enjoyed it too. In a way it was a challenge, trying to get him to come in her mouth so soon after he had come in her pussy. It seemed to be half an hour that she sucked him before he finally began to pant rapidly. His lips jerked and his body stiffened.
Oh yes! Brandi thought, sucking him harder. She pumped his cock with her hands, sucking the head of it wildly. Oh yes!
"Unnghhphh!" he suddenly grunted.
Warm jism flooded Brandi's mouth. She gulped thirstily, squeezing the last drop of cum out of his cock.
Afterwards Ted held her and caressed her gratefully.
"Best I've ever had," he said.
"I'm glad you liked it," Brandi whispered. "We must do it again sometime."
In a while he got up and dressed. He mentioned something about picking his car up at the repair shop and doing some errands. He would be back in a couple of hours. Brandi feigned sleep and stayed in bed.
She was tired too-it was no lie. All that fucking and sucking. A girl had to rest sometime! She smiled as she thought of it. Never in her life had she packed so much into such a short space.
But as she lay there drowsily, she began to wonder if a slight effort would help her recall what actually had happened on the previous night. She let her mind drift, trying to recall the party.
In a little while pieces of it began to come to her, as if through a fog. It was as if she herself were a spectator at the party, instead of a participant. And this was all the more weird because the first thing she could see was herself, dancing on top of a table. And doing a striptease!
There was loud music with a relentless disco beat going on in the background. The hot heady smell of drugs and booze and sex filled the air. Around the table, as if cheering her on, she could see groups of gyrating men and women, all with their eyes glued to her undulating body.
She had not actually taken off any clothes yet, but was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse. She seemed to know by instinct that it had to be done slowly, while the music pounded behind her. The eyes of the crowd were on her fingers.
She unfastened two buttons, three, swinging her hips to the beat of the music, licking her lips playfully to tantalize them. Four, five buttons came loose. Her blouse now gaped open, showing her black bra and the bulging flesh of her breasts. Only one button was still fastened.
Brandi danced more suggestively, gyrating her hips obscenely as she felt all the eyes on her body. She unfastened the final button. Very slowly, she peeled off the blouse, still grinding her hips in rhythm with the music.
She pushed her bra-encased breasts out provocatively, moving her shoulders so that they shimmied and jiggled. Sexy hoots and catcalls came from the audience. Brandi dangled the blouse from one hand, then tossed it to them.
She was really into it now. She had never realized what exhibitionism she had in her. The women were watching her body just as intently as the men. She caressed her own bare midriff suggestively as she danced, and let her upturned knuckles graze the bottoms of her bra cups.
They all want to fuck me! she thought. That's what's so exciting. Every one of them wants to jump up here and drag me off the table and throw me on the floor and fuck me like crazy!
She taunted them with her smile. Her bra opened in front, between the cups, and she toyed with the clasp. She dipped forward as she danced, letting her tits swoop out, threatening to spill out of her bra.
Finally she undid the clasp. She peeled the bra away from her naked tits, watching all their eyes shine with lust. She looked down at the firm upswept globes with their large thick coral nipples. She extended her arms to the sides and shook her perfect breasts at the audience.
They all want to suck me! she thought. Think of it! Fifty mouths on my titties, all at the same time! Sucking wildly! God, I'd come in twenty seconds! I'd go off like a bunch of firecrackers!
Already she could feel cuntjuice oozing, even trickling down her upper thigh. This exhibition was exciting her as much as it excited them. She could feel a raging fire of lust in her veins. The pounding music seemed to heighten her sensuality.
She caressed her tits as she danced, doing what those in the audience wanted to do. She cupped the perfect round globes and squeezed them, running her thumbs across the soft bulbous nipples until they grew rubbery and erect. She even lifted one breast to her mouth and flicked the nipple with her tongue.
The audience gasped with sexual excitement. Brandi herself felt weak in the knees with sexual desire. Her nipple flashed with fire and her tits throbbed, ached. God, if you all want to fuck me then why don't you just do it? Take me down from here and fuck me! she wanted to shout at them. Her eyes begged them.
But everyone was momentarily mesmerized by the spectacle. Now she began to remove her skirt. Slowly she inched the zipper down, whirling and grinding her hips in a slow scintillating fuck-motion. This is how I move when you fuck me, she told them with her eyes. And I have a tight pussy too.
The skirt dropped around her ankles and she kicked it at them. A man caught it and pushed the part of the skirt that had been closest to her cunt against his face, inhaling deeply.
Now Brandi was down to her panties. They were red bikini panties, fringed with lace. They were perfect for the moment. She wondered, looking back on it, if she had known what kind of party it was going to be in advance. But then, why would she have gone to it when she was already married? Nevertheless, she could see herself now hooking her thumbs under the elastic, seductively tugging the panties down past her hip bones.
Oh God, somebody please fuck me! she beseeched them with her eyes. Now she was writhing and panting as she undulated her luscious body in front of them. Somebody please pull me down from here! Rape me! Stuff me with cock! Fill my pussy with it!
You want to see it? You want to see my tender little pussy?
Slowly she skimmed the red panties down her-tawny thighs until they fell at her ankles. Now she parted her thighs. The pink glistening furrow of her cunt came into view.
She ran one finger up and down in the greasy wet folds of her pussy. She could tell by the look in their eyes that the audience was electified. They watched as if hypnotized as she parted her cuntlips, showing them the hot fiery trench within.
Now she was half-squatting, gyrating her hips obscenely. She rotated her cunt in sensual fuck-motions, grunting and gasping from deep in her throat in time with the pulsing music. Won't anybody fuck me? her eyes pleaded.
She began to probe her wet pussy with two fingers, fucking herself and arching her back, watching her tits shimmy. The sensations in her body were hot and urgent. Her flesh trembled with need. She was about to go out of her mind with lust when suddenly she felt strong hands grab her from behind and swoop her down off the table.
"What?" she gasped with surprise. "Who are you?"
She pretended to struggle, but didn't really try to get away as a tall strong man carried her from the room, through the lust-starved audience. It was Mike, though she hadn't known it at the time. His strong hands on her naked body inflamed her. He carried her upstairs without speaking.
"Who are you?" Brandi whimpered again.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked as he took her inside a bedroom and shut the door.
He threw the latch. My God, he's going to fuck me! Brandi thought. Finally! He took her over to the bed and laid her out on it, not even pulling down the spread.
"I ... I just thought it would be nice to know your name," Brandi stammered, looking at his strong hard body as he began to undress.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.
"God, yes!" she gasped.
She couldn't believe it when she saw his stupendous prick pop into view as he pulled down his underwear. God, it'll kill me! she thought.
But she didn't hesitate for a second. She grabbed his huge cock and began stroking it with her hands, licking and kissing it passionately. Unfortunately, it was at this point that Brandi's memory began to fail her. She could remember him starting to fuck her. She could remember biting her lip as he introduced the gigantic cock into her small pussy.
But after that, until morning, nothing. Jesus, I'm glad I got him to fuck me again, she thought. Think what I might have missed!
Still, she didn't know what might have been the cause of her memory lapse. But thinking about it all, remembering it, had aroused her sexually. Her pussy was wet with juice, her nipples tight, her blood racing. God, I'm glad Ted's not here, she thought. He'll think I've turned into a nymphomaniac overnight.
On the other hand, if he were here maybe I could get him to fuck me. She rubbed her hungry body, tossing sensually on the bed. It was at that moment that the phone rang.