Chapter 12
"Darling," Sue whispered into Jeff's ear as soon as he had closed the door behind them, "I want to love you my way the first time ... please." She dabbed her tongue in his ear to send shivers up his spine.
"Whatever makes you happy," he whispered in return.
And while she watched him disrobe-casually and slowly-she slipped out of her own clothes.
They stood facing each other for a moment, hungry, urgent looks in their eyes.
His eyes swept over her, from her protruding breasts down to the dark thicket of hair between her legs. She, in turn, took in the full length of his body with eager, glistening eyes. She saw that his cock was almost to its hardest and stood away from his body like a timber propped at an angle, its base, thick and strong, anchored in a heavy thatch of black hair. The head was a deep red, enlarged and flared-a long-stemmed mushroom-beaming its single eye at her.
"Oh, golly," she gushed.
She moved up to him and pressed her warm, supple body to his, flattening her breasts against his chest. She felt the hot pole against her belly and moved her lower body to feel its velvet sheath roll on her skin. She snaked a hand between them and took hold of the blushing head and squeezed it like a rubber ball. She raised up slightly to bring her lips to his.
"Darling ... darling ... " she sighed. "Oh, this is so insane, but I love it."
Jeff put one hand under her breast and lowered his head to it as he raised it slightly. He sucked in the jutting pink nipple. He licked it lightly, then rolled it between his teeth, gently but rapidly, moving the rubbery nub back and forth with his tongue as his lips wet the aureole. Sue drew in a ragged breath and thrust her chest toward him. He put his hand on her other tit and massaged it. She took his head in her hands and moved his lips to her other boob.
He sucked on each, going from one to the other, bending his lower body away from her so that was free to fondle his rigid tool. He squeezed and rolled the soft pliant flesh of her tits with both hands. Then he moved backward, still holding her, until they were beside the bed, and sat down. Then he reached up and put both hands behind her neck. He put a gentle pressure on her.
She got the message. Willingly, she slid down his body, kissing his chest, then his stomach. The feel of hair on her lips thrilled her. She brushed her head from side to side, sometimes extending the tip of her tongue, sometimes merely touching him with her lips. She gripped his cock and worked the loose sheath of skin back and forth, squeezing on the forward motion. As she squeezed the thick prick, a tiny bead of clear liquid oozed out of the slitted opening. She bent quickly and lashed her tongue across the head, licking up the transparent pearl.
She was on her knees between his legs. She clung to the rubber-headed lance with an urgent grip. She leaned forward and pressed it against the side of her face, then moved her head around so the hot shaft lay alongside her neck. She was cooing and murmuring softly as she made love to the torrid organ. She put her face into his crotch, holding the cock aside, and inhaled the aroma of his testicles. Her lips opened and she took his ball sack gently between them. She dabbed at the hairy bag with her tongue. She moved up the underside of his cock with gentle little nippings and lickings. When she was at the top, she pulled the loose skin down as far as it would go, then opened her mouth wide and sunk it over the head.
"Ummmhmmmm," she murmured.
She took the thick shaft in both hands and held it for a moment. Then her lips tightened around the glands as she moved her head slowly up and down. Her tongue swabbed the mushy head.
"Is that what you wanted to do?" he asked softly.
"Ummmmhmmmm," she murmured. Then she took her mouth off it and said, "I can't seem to get enough of it." Then she gulped it in once again and began a rapid sucking motion on it.
"Yeah ... yeah ... baby," he murmured. "Suck it, suck it."
Caught up in a dizzying whirl of passion, Jeff gave himself completely to her, oblivious to everything else, as she slurped on his wet prick hungrily. And expertly, for she had learned a lot since that first time. He moved his hips up and down on the edge of the bed in a slow, easy rhythm and watched as the glistening shaft of meat slid in and out of her luscious mouth. She toyed with his balls as she sucked, sometimes holding them with both hands, other times lifting them gently with the tips of her fingers.
She pushed his legs wide apart and hunched down lower to lick at the base of his cock. She raised his ball sack out of the way and swabbed her tongue back and forth on the tender flesh below. Carried away suddenly, she put her face into the wet cavern and washed it back and forth, moistening her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. She was beside herself with ecstasy.
She murmured softly, a contented near-growl. "Ummmmm ... ummmm ... ummm ... "
She pulled her wet face from his crotch for a moment, looked at the glistening shaft. She opened her mouth wide and gnashed at its neck. Then she smeared the head across her eyes, pressing it into each socket, wiping it across her nose. She moved her face around so that its path described a circle, and held the hot cock against it.
"Oh, baby," he whispered hoarsely.
Her hips were undulating as she sucked. She moved closer and put his prick into the crevice between her tits. She licked his belly as she pressed the soft flesh against his crotch. She moved back, took one nipple and held it to the head of his cock. She moved the rubbery bud against the matching rubber. Then she took one hand away and slipped it between her own legs. With a slight digging motion, she found the opening to her cunt and began to move three fingers in and out of it.
"Ohh, darling ... darling. I can't stand it any longer," she hissed. "I've got to have it in me."
He ran his hands into her armpits and hoisted her bodily off the floor and onto the bed. He swung his body around so that he lay on his back beside her. He reached out and lifted her atop him. His cock lay flat on his belly and he set her on top of it. She began to slide her slippery cunt back and forth on it immediately. She moved so urgently that her tits jounced and dangled like flapping pennants. Within moments, she clenched her teeth and hissed gushing air through them. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders as the spasms gripped her and she let out a harsh, pain-like groan. She threw her legs out so that her total weight rested on her pussy. And his cock.
"Oh, darling, darling," she cried. "I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. Oooohhh ... it felt so gooooooood ... "
Maria stirred. Slowly, she swam up from a deep sleep. A half moon beamed a yellow glow into the room. The lace curtain danced in the breeze of an open window, then fell limp as the breeze subsided momentarily. The fuzzy remnants of a dream disappeared, scattered by her unwilling awakening. It was strange how real some dreams were, she thought. It was almost as though someone had said something, something intimate and close.
Then she sat bolt upright as the soft murmur of a female voice sifted through the hissing of the breeze. She reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. The clock beside it showed 3 a.m.
Who in the world had come to the house at this time of night, she wondered. Sue, perhaps. Something was wrong. Something had happened to Arthur! Or the Colonel. As usual, Jeff's welfare entered her mind last.
She rose slowly, shakily. Her robe was thrown over the chair and she slipped into it as she went to the door. She tried to make out the voice, not only trying to determine who it belonged to, but also what was being said. She found no answer to either.
She opened the door silently and went out. She was prepared to hear of any number of disasters that might have befallen a member of her family, an accident at the project, an auto wreck, even a murder. But she was not prepared for what was in store for her in her husband's room.
Her heart stopped as she stepped in front of Jeff's door. The unmistakable sounds of a woman in some kind of agony swept through the door. There was a pain in her tone. She leaned her head toward the sound, but now it was only a muffled groaning and she shuddered at what she interpreted as the death throes of some unfortunate woman that Jeff was probably disposing of this very moment!
Silently and very carefully, she put her shaking hand on the knob and turned. There was no incriminating click as the door opened slightly. Through the narrow opening, Maria could see two figures, both of them naked, lying on the bed in reversed positions. She adjusted her eyes to the semi-darkness, trying to make out what was going on.
Suddenly, she felt as though all the bones had been somehow yanked out of her body. She felt limp. She tottered slightly as she fought to keep her balance, to keep from collapsing. She felt cold all over. She drew in a long, agonized breath. She closed her eyes, shook her head, then opened them again.
Jeff was lying on his back, eyes closed. His hands were on the back of Sue's head. Once again, she had an uncontrollable hunger to suck his cock and she was hungrily doing just that now. Jeff was doing nothing to her at the moment, being content to let Sue satisfy her craving for his dick.
Stunned into immobility, Maria stood and watched. At first, she was horrified. Then a slow fascination came over her, even though she tried to tell herself what she was observing was totally repugnant to her. She even managed to bring on a feeling of sickness in her stomach. Yet she looked-and said nothing. Nor did she do any more than look.
Then, in the back of her mind, an almost forgotten scene began to emerge. It came slowly, like a slow-moving ship on a far horizon, becoming minutely clearer.
She was a child again. Arthur was beside her. Dressed in their pajamas, they were standing wide-eyed outside their parents' bedroom, much as she stood here tonight. Impishly, they had sneaked out of bed, hoping to raid the cookie jar, when strange noises stopped them. Curiosity brought them closer to the slightly open door.
Their father, the mechanical disciplinarian, was seated in the center of the room. He was naked. There was an eerie, cruel look on his face, the dim light giving him a scary, ghostlike look. A rather thin, but stiff, shaft of flesh rose from between his legs.
Arthur stiffled a giggle. It was funny seeing his father like this. Maria only stared. The funny-looking stick and the patch of hair were startling to her. She had never seen what a boy looked like, let alone a grown man.
At one side of the room, their mother was crying softly. Any thoughts of barging in to protect her were remote in their young minds. Severe slaps across the face in the past quelled any such notions.
The hard little man sat like a dictator on the wooden chair. "All right, quit that sniveling and get over here," he ordered. "You know what I want you to do. Come on." He beckoned to her with the rapid movement of one hand. "Take care of this thing." He crooked a finger at his cock.
"No ... please," she cried.
"Over here!"
"You know I don't like to do that," she protested. "It makes me sick."
"Get your goddamn ass over here! Now!"
"Oh, Haskell, please ... "
He slid down a little in the chair and spread his legs. He was sitting in a position so that the two startled children had a side view of him. He took hold of his cock and waggled it at her. "You're lucky I let you suck on it, my dear. You know, some men won't allow their women to. You should feel honored."
She looked at him with fear etching her face. She looked down at his stiff little prick and the look of fear was replaced by one of nausea. She closed her eyes and shuddered.
"Come on, just a few sucks tonight." His voice was calm.
Reluctantly, she moved across the room toward him. She was wearing a long, cotton nightgown. She stopped in front of him. There was a look of resignation on her face. She knew it was useless to protest any further. She knelt in front of him.
He smiled lewdly, and leaned back on the chair. "Do a nice job now, dear. You know how I like it." He reached out and put one hand behind her head. He jerked her forward. "Come on now-suck!" he growled.
Terrified, the two children watched as their mother's mouth opened and went to the stiff rod. She looked as though she might vomit. His hands coiled in her hair, twisting it so that she winced. Then she began to suck the little cock, her head bobbing up and down in his crotch, her arms stiffly at her side.
She raised up for a moment, drew a breath. She was rewarded with a resounding slap alongside the head. She lurched to one side but did not fall.
"Get back to work!" he snapped. "God damn it, I was just getting ready to come."
And when she returned to complete the job, he rocked and jerked in the chair, driving his cock into her, pulling on her hair when she moved too far away. She tried to pull her mouth off it when the spasms of orgasm gripped him, but he held her fast. Her eyes filled with tears as she was forced to accept the spurting hot semen. When she was finally released, she turned and spit the sperm on the floor at his feet. She rose unsteadily, turned and hurried into the bathroom. The sound of spitting and running water filled the room.
Maria recalled how revolted she had been for a long time afterward. The scene stood out so vividly that she often got up from the table and went to her room, fearful she might be sick. She never discussed what they had seen with Arthur, but it was in his eyes, as it was in hers.
Now, as she stood and watched Sue running her mouth up and down on Jeff's cock, the same feeling of revulsion swept over her. The fascination had disappeared. She felt sick again.
But even if Maria was sick and revolted over what she was watching, there was a touch of envy deep inside her, too, for now she realized that both of the people in that room were deriving a great deal of pleasure from what they were doing. She envied Sue for getting pleasure out of doing it; she envied Jeff for enjoying it.
Had she been wrong all these years?
Her first impulse had been to storm into the room and confront the two. Now she realized that would solve nothing. If Jeff had nerve enough to bring Sue to his own house and have intercourse-and a lot of other things-with her, then what good would a confrontation do?
As she quietly pulled the door shut, she realized she had lost. Hatred grew in her. At first she hated herself for having been so puritanical about sex, then she turned her hate to her father for having instilled in her the feeling that sex was dirty and disgusting. Had he not been so tyrannical in his demands for sexual satisfaction, perhaps she might have looked at that very same act as something to be enjoyed, a pleasurable experience between man and woman.
Oh, father, damn you!