Chapter 5
Cathy lay on her back, her hands at her sides, staring at the ceiling. There was no expression on her face. She looked numb and vacant.
Margaret stood beside the bed and looked down at her daughter. Jim was across from her, also looking at the wounded doe on. the bed. She looked so different to them. Older and harsher.
"Kitten," Jim whispered. There was no response. Not even the flicker of an eye. Cathy seemed to be miles away from them, on another planet or lost somewhere in the stars.
"Kitten," Jim said again and reached out his hand and touched Cathy's. She pulled her hand quickly away from his touch, but did not register any more expression on her face than before.
"Maybe we should leave her alone," Margaret said quietly.
"Margaret," Jim said. "We can't leave her like this forever. She hasn't moved for almost a week."
Margaret shook her head. Cathy had not stirred or indicated that she recognized any of them since she had- been brought out of the emergency room. She had just lay in her hospital bed. either sleeping or staring at the ceiling.
"There has to be. someway of getting through to her," Jim said. "There just has to be."
"We have to give her time," Margaret said. "Just time. That's what the doctors say."
"I know," Jim said. "But how much time?"
"Who knows?" Margaret said. "Who knows?"
Jim walked around the hospital bed and put his arm around Margaret. She shuddered just slightly and drew away from his touch just a little.
"Now what's the matter with you?" Jim asked.
"Nothing," Margaret said. "Nothing at all." She put her hand on his where he was touching her on the shoulder and they walked out of the hospital room.
"Oh Paula," Betty cried, throwing herself on her friend's lap. "It's just awful. She just lies there in that bed staring. Like a zombie. It's terrible."
"I know, I know," Paula said soothingly. She rubbed her hand over Betty's head as she lay on Paula's bed, her head in Paula's lap. "Now you see why I hate men so much? They're animals, all of them."
Betty nodded her head slightly, pressing her face closer into Paula's crotch. She could smell the sweet perfume of Paula's snatch floating upwards through her clothing and soothing her nostrils with the sweet smell of a woman.
"When I was about Cathy's age, a little older I guess," Paula said. "Something happened to me that I'll never forget."
Betty rolled onto her back and lay with the back of her head between Paula's legs as Paula slowly stroked her cheek.
"We were living in France at the time,"
Paula began. "It was a beautiful place. Built sometime in the 17th century. My father was on assignment from his company in Paris and he rented this chateau for Mother and me. It was a young girl's dream. Just like a fairy tale castle. It was high on the side of a mountain, overlooking a lake. I loved to go out in the warm summer afternoon and lie nude in the field, soaking up the sun and looking at the magnificent view.
"My father had engaged a staff to look after the place. It was huge and needed a lot of care. Besides the house, there was a formal garden and a stable of horses.
"I rode horseback out to -my favorite spot every day when the weather was nice. I would take a novel and lie there naked in the grass and look out over the charming village and the lake.
"The hillside where I had my private sessions with nature and the classics had a wooded area nearby. It was only a few yards from where I lay every afternoon, basking in the sunshine of my summer.
"I was not aware that I was being observed.
"But one day, I heard a sound in the forest. I turned onto my stomach and caught just a glimpse of someone darting behind a tree. I was curious, so I slipped into my skirt and sweater and walked to the edge of the forest where I had seen the movement.
"It was quiet and dark in the forest. The trees were old, older than the chateau. As I walked into the moss covered glen, I heard another sound.
"Qui est? I called.
"There was^ no answer. But I knew that someone was in the forest, watching me. I walked carefully into the trees, peering to the left and to the right, listening intently to get some indication of where the person was hiding.
"I could hear nothing but the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. It was almost like harp music. Distant and far away. It was romantic in some ways, but also very frightening. I knew that behind one of the trees, some one was lurking, watching me, waiting for me.
"I crept further and further into the forest, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.
"Then suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. A man's strong arm was around my throat and clutching at me, dragging me down to the ground.
"I screamed and kicked and clawed, but it was useless. He was very strong and soon he had me subdued and on the' ground.
"He pinned me to the ground and then I could see who it was. It was a young groom who worked in the stable for my father. His name was Phillipe. And I had noticed him watching me every morning when I came out to mount my horse. He was a big strapping fellow, young and handsome, but I had never given him any encoragement. I was afraid of him. There was something dark and sinister about him and now I knew what it was.
"He ripped at my clothes, tearing them from my body. He was a madman, completely possessed by his lust. He tore my sweater off, throwing it to the ground and then he pulled at my skirt until it ripped in his hands. He was on top of me, pressing his mouth against mine, grabbing at my soft young tits and forcing my legs apart with his knee.
"I tried to scratch at his face, but he pinned my arms to the ground, holding me tightly by the wrists. He rammed his body down on top of mine, rubbing himself against me.
"I could feel the hard, thick cock that was aching to be released from his pants. He was pushing it against my pussy as I lay naked othe ea#h, struggling, fighting to keep him from raping me - but it was useless. There was no one to hear my screams and he was so much bigger and stronger than I was, all I could do was submit to his wild desire and pray that he would not hurt me.
"He ripped open his pants and pulled them down. His huge cock was hard and throbbing. It's shiny head pierced the soft lips of my cunt and he rammed his dick into me, tearing through my maidenhead as I lay spread and open on the ground beneath him.
"Phillipe pulled himself up and then rammed his dick into me again and again. I could feel the tender menbranes of my vagina being ripped to shreds as he tore into me, driving his dick in harder and harder. His huge, thick balls slapped against my twat as he plunged his meat into me, ripping me open and driving his hard, pulsating cock deeper and deeper into my virgin cunt. He rammed it in and pulled it out to the head and then plunged again. I felt the earth open beneath me as he shot his hot load of man cum into my tender twat, plowing and slamming his dick into me, filling my pussy with his juice."
Paula was panting as she finished her tale. Betty could feel the shudders that were coursing through her body.
"I never told anyone what had happened," Paula said. "I was too ashamed. There was nothing that could be done anyway. Phillipe left at dawn the next day and no one saw him again."
"You poor thing," Betty said. She reached up and touched Paula's cheek. There were tears leaking from the corners of her friend's eyes.
She brushed them away and pulled Paula's face down to hers. She pressed her soft lips against Paula's and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
Paula grabbed hold of Betty and twisted her around on the bed. She threw her body on top of Betty's and pinned her to the bed. Paula's hands- tore at Betty's clothes, ripping them from her and throwing them to the floor.
"I love you," Paula panted. "I love you, Betty. You're mine, you're all mine - I'll never let you go."
She covered Betty's mouth with her hot kisses, driving her tongue into Betty's mouth and crushing her lips with her own as she gripped Betty's small round tits in her hands and rolled them around like putty.
Betty gasped at the fury of Paula's passion. She covered her body with kisses as she slid down in the bed, pressing her body against Betty's and sucking and licking at her with her hot, searching mouth.
Betty gasped as Paula rammed her head between her legs, spreading them wide. Her tongue dived into Betty's pussy and she jabbed it in, piercing Betty's twat with her insane tongue. Betty could feel the hot, wet tongue plunging into her pussy, driving deep as Paula spread her pussy lips wide with her fingers and plowed her hot tongue inside.
Betty was dizzy from the power of the desire that was being unleashed upon her. Her cunt was boiling with the sweet swelling juices of love that creamed onto Paula's tongue. Paula lapped at the slick juices that were flowing from Betty's pussy, licking them up and lapping them down her throat as Betty lay on the bed thrashing wildly from side to side, gasping for breath as Paula ravished her body, sucking her strength out through her wide open and flooding pussy.
"It's terrible," Julie said. "She's such a sweet little girl." She pulled Jim's head to her bosom and pressed her body against his.
Jim was tense and felt uncomfortable lying in the motel room with Julie. He rolled onto his back and reached for a cigarette at the beside table.
"Is anything the matter?" Julie asked. She felt rejected as Jim pulled away from her.
"No, of course not," Jim said. "I'm just not in the mood right now." He blew a slow puff of smoke which drifted to the ceiling. He watched it rise above the bed in the Holiday Inn as he thought of Cathy lying in the hospital, staring at the ceiling, unblinking, unseeing for nearly two weeks now.
"I love you," Julie said, snuggling next to him.
Jim put his arm around Julie and pulled her close to him. Her large, full breasts pressed into his body as he crushed her body to his. "I love you, too," he said quietly. It had been five years since the first time he and Julie had come to the motel. It had been a dark rainy night in November and they had had to drive very carefully on the way there. "Watch out!" Julie cried as she saw the headlights of a truck swerving towards their side of the road.
"Jesus!" Jim said. "That was a close one." They both caught their breath as they proceded down the dark highway.
"Do you thing Margaret suspects?" Julie asked. "I feel so guilty about her."
"Don't worry about it," Jim said. "That's my responsibility. It has nothing to do with you."
"I know you're right in a way," Julie said. "It would be different if I'd never met her. And your kids, too. Jesus, I feel like a wanton woman."
Jim pressed his hand to her knee and squeezed.
"I like wild, wicked, wanton women," he said. "Just like you."
"Oh stop it, Jim," Julie said. "You know what I mean."
"I guess I do," Jim said. "How do you think I feel about it? Christ, I've never done anything like this before. We've been married for nearly seventeen years now and I won't say I've never looked at another woman. That would be a stupid lie, but I've never done anything about it. Not till you."
"I think I'll take that as a compliment," Julie said. "I'll let you know in the morning."
She slid over on the car seat closer to Jim and put her head on his shoulder. He took his right hand off the wheel and put his arm around Julie's shoulder, cuddling her next to him.
"This is it," Jim said as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn.
Julie pulled her plastic rain hat over her head and they jumped out of the car and ran to the protection of the portico over the entrance way.
"I'm really nervous," Julie said.
"You made the reservation in the name of Henderson?" Jim said.
"Yes, I thought that would be good in case you got confused' and blurted out your real name. It sounds close enough to Anderson to mask the slip up."
"Smart girl," Jim said. "That's one reason I like you."
"And my ass," Julie said.
"And your ass," Jim pecked her on the cheek and slapped her across the butt.
They walked into the reception area of the motel and crossed the lobby to the desk. . "Yes?" the desk clerk looked up at them.
"We have a reservation," Jim said. "Mr. and Mrs. Henderson."
The clerk ckecked his records.
"Yes sir," he said. "From Wilmington?"
Jim glanced at Julie. She nodded.
"Yes," Jim said. "We'll just be spending the one night."
"I understand sir," the clerk said. He slid the registration card across the desk and held out a pen to Jim.
Jim's hand was shaking as he signed his assumed name, Gregory Henderson, Wilmington.
"Do you need a red cap?" the clerk asked as Jim paid the bill.
"No, no," Jim sputtered. "That won't be necessary. We're traveling very light."
Julie had brought an overnight case, Jim his briefcase. They didn't want to arouse Margaret's suspicions by Jim taking off with a suitcase. He was supposed to be on a business meeting in Chicago.
"Here is your room key, sir?" the desk clerk said. "Would you like to have dinner? The dining room is open until ten."
"That sounds like a good idea," Jim said. "We didn't stop to eat anywhere."
Julie was in favor of the idea too. It seemed so abrupt to just go to the room and start fucking the minute they got there.
"Shall I make a reservation for you?" the clerk asked.
"Yes," Jim said. "We'll just go to the room and freshen up. It's been a rough ride here. The weather and all."
"I understand," the clerk said. "I'll make your reservation for a half hour from now. Will that be sufficient?"
"Fine," Jim said. "Fine. That should give us plenty of time."
Julie nervously took his arm as they walked down the corridor in search of their room. They found it without much problem and Jim unlocked the door.
"God, I feel like something out of Fannie Hurst," Julie said as they closed the door of the motel room behind them.
The big double bed loomed huge in the small room. It dominated the whole place and reminded both of them why they were there.
Julie slipped off her rain coat and slipped into the bathroom with her overnight case.
"I'll just be a mintue," she said. "I want to freshen my make-up."
"Take your time," Jim said. "We have half an hour."
Julie closed the door to the bathroom and Jim slipped off his slicker and hung it in the closet. He walked around the room and finally sat down on the bed. He leaped up when Julie opened the bathroom door and walked out looking radiant.
"I feel much better now," she said. "I splashed some cold water on my face."
"Sounds like a good idea," Jim said. He went into the bathroom and clicked the door shut behind him.
Jim looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. His slightly graying hair had never bothered him before. He felt old looking into the mirror now, though.
You're an old dog, Jim Anderson, he said to himself. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You're got a perfectly lovely wife at home and three adorable children. What the hell do you think you're doing?
He took Julie's advice and splashed some cold water on his face. It made him shiver. But it did the trick. He dried his face on one of the towels and looked into the mirror again.
What the hell? he thought. You only live once.
"Ready for dinner, Mrs. Henderson?" Jim asked as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Ready, Mr. Henderson," Julie said. They locked arms and walked to the dining room.
After dinner they both felt much better returning to the room. A few drinks and a bottle of wine had helped smooth over some of the guilty feathers that were rising on the backs of both their necks.
"I'll just be a minute," Julie said. She disappeared into the bathroom again and Jim began to remove his suit. He hung it neatly in the closet and slipped on the pajamas he had brought in his briefcase.
The bathroom door opened and Julie stepped out. She was lovely.
Jim had never seen her except at the office, where she was always properly attired in her working clothes. In the filmy, sheer negligee that she had worn, she was a vision of desirable womanhood. Soft and delicate and oh so feminine.
"God," Jim whispered. "You're beautiful."
"I'll bet you say that to all the women you bring to motel rooms," Julie said.
She skipped across the room and threw herself into Jim's arms. He encircled her with his strong arms and crushed her body to his. His lips sought hers and they blended in a deep, long, passionate kiss.
Jim could feel the stiffness in his prick rising as Julie pressed against him. Her perfume filled his nostrils with the exotic aromas of the Orient and her soft, silky negligee fairly melted beneath his touch.
"Okay, buster," Julie said, pulling away from him and led him to the bed by the hand. "You'd better live up to that kiss."
Jim turned back the bed and they slipped under the sheets. Julie nestled against him, pressing her thinly clad body next to his. Jim could feel the raging blood coursing through his veins as Julie's mouth covered his and her tongue slipped in between his teeth and she sucked at his tongue as they prodded each other's mouths, exploring and seeking.
Julie's hands slid over Jim's pajamas. She could feel the hard, taut body beneath the slick material of the garments. Jim's hands fumbled and caught in the sheer fabric of her night gown and he pressed his cock into her hand as she slid her fingers inside the fly of his pants.
Julie's smooth fingers slid along the shaft of Jim's dick, holding it tightly but not squeezing. She slithered her tongue along his lips and poked it into his mouth, teasing and tickling his tongue with the tip of hers.
"God, Julie," Jim whispered. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum right now."
"Jesus Christ," Julie cried. "Don't do that. The room's paid for for the whole night."
Jim jabbed her in the ribs and pushed her down on the bed.
"Mercenary bitch," he joked.
Julie laughed hysterically as Jim tickled her in the ribs, squirming helplessly under his touch.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Stop! Please stop!"
Jim grabbed hold of her night gown and pulled it up. Julie lifted her arms and he slipped it off over her head. He tossed it across the room and unbuttoned the tops of his pajamas. Julie tugged at the string that held the pants in place and Jim discarded them.
"Now we can get to it," Jim said. "Let me at you."
He dived down on top of Julie, gripping her full breasts in his hands. He pressed them together and shoved his face between her creamy jugs. He wriggled his head as he licked at her tits. Julie grabbed hold of his head and pressed it down harder into her tits as she slid her leg between his, rubbing his balls with her knee.
Jim's cock was hard and raging as he slid up and down on Julie's body, kissing her mouth, her neck, her ears, her tits, sliding down and slithering his tongue into her navel and blowing on it.
"Stop," she whimpered. "That tickles. Oh, it tickles so good."
Jim rubbed his chin along the slit of her pussy. She grabbed hold of his face and pressed it between her legs. Jim's tongue slid along her cunt slit and he lapped at the sweet juices that were oozing from her hot, tight hole.
"Suck it, Jim," Julie whispered. "Suck my pussy, lick it, baby, lick it."
Jim darted his tongue into Julie's heated love hole. He teased the tip of her clit and felt the hard little knob press against his tongue tip as he darted it in and out, sliding his tongue deeper and deeper into her hot cunt with each thrust.
Julie gasped for breath as he spread her pussy lips wide and rammed his tongue inside, licking and lapping up the hot, swilling juices that flowed to meet his eager, searching, slithing tongue.
"Oh God," she cried. "That's it, oh that's it. That's so good. Oh Jim, Jim, Jim!"
Jim's cock was thumping madly agaisnt the mattress as he rammed his face into Julie's pussy, diving deep into her muff and licking the hot, slick hole between her legs. He pushed her knees wide apart and slithered up the bed.
His cock plowed into her snatch as Julie screamed in ecstasy. Jim's cock rammed all the way into her hot, eager, grasping cunt as he plunged his hips between her legs and sank his teeth into her tits. She cried and whimpered and clawed at him, digging her nails into his back and ripping at his skin as he drove his hard, thick mantool into her eager, sucking pussy.
Julie threw her legs around Jim's waist and pulled herself up from the bed, hanging onto him as he rammed his meat into her pussy and shot his hot load deep, deep into her cunt, driving his meat in as far as it would go while his throbbing cock shot off his load of fireworks inside her.
Julie slid her hand down Jim's taut stomach as the memory of that first night together filled his brain. He could still feel the hot squirts of his cum as he had exploded inside her.
But as the smoke curled upwards to the ceiling, he also thought of Cathy, lying in a trance in the city hospital and of Betty and Bud - and Margaret.
Jim swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat up and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Julie rubbed her hand along his spine and he pulled away from her.
"I don't think we should see each other again," he said quietly.
Julie lay back on the bed, pulling her arm back to her.
"I don't think so, either," she whispered.