Chapter 5
Twenty-four hours passed, and Angie still hadn't decided if it was right or wrong to have fun with Nicole. She knew she wanted to do it again, yet it didn't fit in with the beliefs she'd had all her life.
One thing she couldn't deny, though-Nicole had awakened all her repressed desires. Angie was ready for sex, real sex. She was ready to enjoy it with the right person, to try all the things Carl would never let her do. The question was, who was the right person?
Angie was still wondering when the Mannings got home from work. Nicole smiled at her but didn't say anything about getting together. Angie felt both disappointed and relieved. Her body craved more touching and loving, but she knew she needed more time to think.
That evening, she retired to her room as usual, leaving the rest of the house to her employers. She tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. She switched on the little color TV set the Mannings had provided for her, but she only watched one show before she started feeling restless.
She knew what the problem was. She wasn't interested in reading or TV. What she wanted was sex. Her pussy was hot, swollen and wet. She couldn't get her mind off all the delicious and exciting things she'd done with Nicole last night. Hell, she felt so horny, she'd even have welcomed one of Carl's silent fucks in the dark.
But Carl was dead, and she had no one else to turn to for relief. She couldn't very well barge into the Mannings' bedroom and ask Brad if she could borrow his wife for a night of lovemaking. The only way to relieve her nagging lust was to masturbate.
Angie switched off the TV, got into her nightgown, and stretched out on the bed. She was blushing, and she knew why. She could still hear her mother's stern voice warning her about playing with herself. She didn't believe her mother anymore, but the voice was still there.
She slid a hand up under her nightgown and touched the sizzling puffed flesh of her cunt. It felt so nice to rub the swollen cunt flesh. She closed her eyes and stroked her needy pussy slit, feeling soothing rushes of pleasure. It was nice to know that she could get off all by herself.
Of course, it wasn't nearly as exciting as having a partner, but it would just have to do. She wouldn't be able to sleep till she eased the hot ache in her pussy. In fact, she was so eager that she decided to take a short cut. She grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and began kneading it, knowing she could get off very fast that way.
"Mmmmmm, God, yes!" she sighed.
Then there was a knock at her door.
Angie blushed furiously and whipped her cream-soaked hand away from her pussy. She pulled down her nightgown, got off the bed, and padded barefoot to the door, her heart pounding. It scared her to know that she'd almost been caught playing with herself.
She opened the door, and there was Brad, smiling at her. He was so handsome, she thought. She was attracted to his tall strong body, his brown curly hair, and those sexy blue eyes. Quickly, she reminded herself that he didn't belong to her. He was Nicole's husband.
"Hi, Angie," he grinned. "May I come in for a minute?"
"Of course, Mr. Manning," Angie said.
"Call me Brad," he laughed.
He brushed by her and closed the door behind him. Angie wondered what in the world he wanted at this time of night. Usually, he and Nicole would be downstairs watching the tube or, as she'd recently discovered, making out on the rug. She waited nervously for him to speak.
"I just wanted to ask how you're doing," he said at last. "How do you like your job?"
"Oh, I like it a lot, sir-I mean, Brad," Angie said. "I love my room, and I like you and Mrs.
Manning very much."
"Good," Brad said, "but aren't you a little lonely?"
Angie reddened and said: "Well, sure, I get lonely sometimes, but I keep pretty busy, too."
"Well, I want you to be perfectly happy in this job," Brad said. "And if you're lonely, I can do something about it."
"What do you mean, Brad?" Angie asked.
He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I mean, you're a normal, healthy young woman," he said gently. "And you're not meant to be alone. Above all, you need a man in your life. I'd be glad to help out."
Angie still didn't understand what he was getting to-until he leaned down and kissed her. She wasn't expecting it, and he took her off guard. His strong arms slipped around her, almost lifting her off her feet, and his big hot tongue slid into her mouth, exploring sensuously.
Angie was so ashamed of her response. She felt a dizzying rush of lust that turned her knees to rubber. She slumped against Brad, and he slid his hands down to cup her ass through her nightgown and pull her even tighter against him. Their bodies were pressed hard together.
"Unnnhhh!" Angie moaned.
It was half desire and half protest. She was creaming like crazy for this man, yet she felt it was totally wrong to get it on with another woman's husband. She especially didn't want to hurt Nicole. Nicole had been so nice to her, especially last night.
She pushed weakly at Brad's shoulders, but she couldn't break his powerful hold. As he worked his tongue in her mouth, his hands strayed over her body, and she wished desperately that she'd worn something under her nightgown. He could feel every curve, every contour.
Finally, he let her breathe again, and she struggled to wriggle out of his embrace.
"Please, Brad!" she cried. "Let me go!"
"Why?" he asked with a calm smile.
"Are you kidding?" Angie sputtered. "You're married, for one thing. And I like Nicole so much. I don't want to do anything to hurt her."
"She won't know a thing about it," Brad said. "She's very tired tonight, and she's taken a sleeping pill and gone to bed. Nothing could wake her up before morning. So just relax and enjoy. I'm sure you need this."
Angie was sure, too. She desperately needed a man to make love to her. She was so starved for sex, she even missed Carl. But she couldn't justify fucking with Nicole's husband, even though he excited hell out of her. She might be putting her puritanical ideas behind her, but she still had a conscience. Using all her strength, she finally managed to get loose from Brad's powerful hands.
"No, Brad," she said shakily. "I can't do it. It's wrong."
He didn't seem upset, but he wasn't leaving, either. He smiled and said: "You're really an old-fashioned girl, Angie. I like that. But I think I can change your mind."
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Angie blushed furiously. He set her down and grabbed the hem of her long nightgown, whisking the garment up to her waist. Her blush deepened as he gazed hungrily at her naturally golden cunt bush, curvy little hips, and tiny firm waist.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Angie tried to pull down her nightgown, but Brad was too quick and too strong for her. He threw himself down on her legs and held her nightgown up. He buried his face in her soft warm cunt bush, and she shivered with lust as she felt his hot breath on her swelling pussy mound.
She knew she was close to losing control of herself. Her desires had been all bottled up, years of them, till Nicole let them loose. Now, Angie couldn't bottle them up again. She felt a sizzling spurt of juice from her cock-starved cunt. Brad was so sexy, so attractive, and he obviously wanted her. It was going to be so hard to resist him.
Holding her nightgown up with one hand, he slid the other hand between her thighs. Angie moaned and tried to lock her thighs shut, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt Brad's stiff index finger moving between the slick wet folds of her pussy, and she shivered with pleasure.
"See?" Brad said soothingly. "You're all hot and wet, honey. You need this. I can make it real good for you."
"I-I know that, Brad!" Angie moaned. "But that still doesn't make it right! You belong to Nicole!"
"Angie," Brad said. "Nobody belongs to anybody."
He slid his stiff finger back and forth over her needy hot cunt, and she tried not to wail with excitement. She wondered if he was right. She'd always felt she belonged to Carl, because she was his wife, yet Carl had done so little to ease the hot urges of her healthy young body.
Maybe she hadn't belonged to him after all, because they weren't right for each other. She sensed that Brad was right for her, as far as sex was concerned. She could really have a fantastic time with the guy. Already, he was working her to a fever pitch of excitement just by using his finger on her pussy.
He worked the finger faster, stimulating the engorged folds of her hungry pussy. She blushed hotly because she couldn't stop her horny creaming. She soaked his finger again and again with helpless spurts of molten cunt juice. She couldn't hide her lust from him.
"Relax!" he whispered. "Let me get you off this way!"
Angie was very tempted. Dizzily, she told herself that it was no big deal if Brad made her come with his finger. It wasn't as if they were going all the way. Fucking really would be cheating on Nicole, but maybe this was all right.
Her tense body began to relax as Brad kept up his expert finger play over her famished cunt. He moved his finger onto her clit, the most sensitive spot of all, and massaged the little button till Angie was squirming and whimpering with pleasure. She felt sizzling cream overflowing her cunt and running down her ass crack.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned.
"Yes, it feels good," Brad said gently. "Go with it."
He took her cut between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it. Angie had been doing exactly the same thing to herself when he interrupted her, but somehow it felt a thousand times more exciting when a man did it to her. She closed her eyes and felt herself sailing toward orgasm.
"Unnnhhh, my God, ooooh!" she moaned.
Brad firmed his grip on her juicy throbbing clit and worked it even faster between his fingers. Angie clawed the bed and bared her teeth in a lusty snarl. She couldn't have stopped that oncoming orgasm even if she'd wanted to.
She arched her body, greedily shoving her clit even farther between Brad's kneading fingers. The orgasm began in the base of her clit and thundered out to sear through her whole body. She couldn't stifle her wail of relief.
"Ahhh, yesss, whaaahhhhh!" she cried.
She felt Brad rolling her squirting clit between his fingers as she came, making her climax as long and as powerfully as he could. She kept coming and coming, soaking his hand with thick boiling pussy cream, whining with hot pleasure. Then she fell back, panting and blushing.
"I shouldn't have let you do that!" she moaned. "It just isn't right!"
"Bull," Brad laughed. "You're way overdue for this, Angie. You'll feel a lot better when I'm finished with you."
Finished? She'd thought he was finished already. He'd gotten what he wanted. He'd proved that she was horny, and he'd made her come in spite of her protests. He couldn't have humiliated her any more than that.
But now he was pushing his face between her thighs, and she felt his hot breath teasing her hungry pussy. Then she felt something even more exciting, his big wet tongue licking and teasing her engorged pussy folds. She sizzled with pleasure and creamed all over his face.
"Ohhh, God, Brad, noooo!" she wailed.
She meant it, but her hoarse voice told him how excited she was. She knew it was wrong to let a married man go down on her, but she loved it. Brad tongue-lashed her cunt faster and harder, and she just couldn't go on fighting him. She needed this too much.
Sobbing and whimpering with pleasure, Angie let her legs fall wide open. She was tired of fighting something she needed so badly. Brad raked his big stiff tongue back and forth over her tangy-tasting cunt, licking up her cream. She fed him a steady river of the stuff, unable to stop.
His expert tongue was everywhere, lashing the juicing mouth of her cunt, tickling her clit, even teasing the puckered mouth of her shitter. Angie was going crazy with excitement. This was real loving, a million times better than anything her stern old husband had given her.
This was the way it really ought to be between a man and a woman-except that this man belonged to somebody else. Angie was so sorry about Nicole, but she couldn't control her lust any longer. She needed everything Brad had to offer, and she was going to take it. She sobbed in ecstasy as he jammed his lips around her throbbing clit and began sucking her off.
"Oooh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed.
There she was swearing again, but she just couldn't help it. Brad was a fantastic pussy-sucker, and her body was shaking with arousal. The obscene wet sounds of his sucking echoed through the room, along with her shrill cries of bliss. She closed her eyes tight and forgot everything else.
"Unnnhhh, shit, it's so good!" she gurgled. "Don't stop, honey, suck meeee!"
Brad cupped her writhing little ass and held her pelvis still as he sucked her off. His lips were firm and hot and wet around her super-sensitive clit, and he sucked her fast, never breaking the exciting rhythm. Angie dug her nails into the bed and arched her body, keeping her greedy clit tightly jammed between his lips.
She felt the pleasure building in her belly till she just couldn't contain it a second longer. One more hot loud suck from Brad, and she was in orbit, her body wracked by a long violent orgasm. She drenched his face with her thickly spurting come-juice. She'd never come so hard before.
"Unnnnnh, God, you did it, I'm comingggg!" she howled. "Unnnhhh, shit! Whaaahhhh!"
She soaked his face again and again with her boiling pussy cream, and she whimpered in ecstasy as the delicious orgasm went on and on. Carl had never made her come like this but, damn him, he could have. If he'd paid any attention at all to her needs, he could have made her very happy in bed.
Carl didn't know the secret of pleasing a woman, but Brad did. He went on sucking Angie's throbbing clit till she'd gotten every last sizzle of sensation out of her climax. Then he gently laid her down, stood up, and began taking off his clothes. Angie watched him breathlessly.
"Now I'm going to give you what you really need, Angie," he said.