Chapter 4
The moonlight gleamed upon Bob's wet flesh, emphasizing the definition of his muscles and turning his dark skin a bright bistre. He stood at the edge of the lake some twenty feet down from the houseboat, his hands clenching his narrow hips, his breathing deep, his eyes narrowed toward the juncture of water and ground, his legs braced.
Enid stepped from the houseboat to the shore, looking toward her husband's tensed back with concern. She had put on a deep orange colored abopo with cerise and tan birds rising from the ankle-length hem, winging up at an angle across the wide skirt. She forced herself to walk toward him, her wide-strapped sandals touching lightly against the sandy ground, her left calf and foot emerging from the slit that ran up to the back of her knee. He gave no sign of being aware of her presence, but she knew that he could feel her there, just as she could feel his anger and confusion. She lifted one hand tentatively toward him, the cuff of the wide sleeve falling from just below her elbow, the night air cool against her side as the deep-cut opening bared her side to the waist as she turned toward the water, her arm straight out from her side, her fingertips almost touching him and then descending slowly to her side.
"Bob ... I know how you feel 'bout what y'saw, but ... "
"But my wife's a punk," he said coldly, his voice low.
"No, y'know that ain't true. It's just-just that when I came home she was in bed, an'-"
"She Goldilocks, an' you the Mama Bear?" he cut her off.
"She an' Donn'd ... gone down on each other, an' ... What's the matter, babe? I'd never run around on you, do a number with some dude. You got no reason t'feel threatened. Y'think I'm goin' t'blow you off for anybody; fox or dude? You damned well ought'o know better'n that. Don't you?" she demanded after a few moments.
"I guess," he admitted, dropping one hand from his hip.
"It's a different trip, something ... something I'd wondered about, a fantasy like you wonderin' ... about ... " and she trailed off, turning her eyes toward him.
Curious, Bob looked back at her, seeing her midnight eyes shimmering with inspiration. He let out a deep breath, unable to maintain his anger, the sight of her warming him, making him aware of how much he loved and needed her. He waited for her to continue with what she had begun to say.
Finishing lacing up the crotch piece of her pants, Felice sat on the foot of the bed to pull on her boots, pausing as she saw Enid come into the doorway.
"Be gone in a minute," she said, hoping Enid and Bob had worked things out between them.
"Uh, no hurry," Enid said, leaning against the doorway. "Bob ... he's heard those raps about, y'know, black dudes rapin' white chicks so many times, an' near all his life that ... well, he's found himself wonderin', doin' fantasy numbers off it now an' again, she said, trying to choose the right words. "Don't get me wrong. He gets off on ballin' cause it's wanted, an' we knew each other long enough before ballin' so's I know, just like I know he doesn't get off on hurtin'. Anyway," she said after a moment's pause, "I was tellin' him how gettin' it on with you was sort o'like that for me and I flashed that ... maybe he could do it. It wouldn't be the same exactly, 'cause part of it'd be pretendin', but ... but ... " and she inhaled deeply, frowning over her bogging down in the words.
"I've had those kinda fantasies, time t'time," Felice nodded.
"He won't really hurt y'," Enid assured her, brightening as she realized that Felice was agreeing.
"As long as he doesn't get too far past that edge," Felice smiled. "Sides, you'll be in earshot," she added, warmed by Enid's unselfish love for Bob. "Now, if you've got some clothes that might fit me and you don't mind getting torn ... " she said and began to again unlace the leather pants.
"Some stuff my sister left here," Enid nodded, moving toward the closet and she stopped, suddenly embracing Felice tightly.
Dark clouds raced across the moon, thunder rumbling softly in the distance as the surface of the lake shifted under a stiffening breeze. The houseboat was swaying slightly as Felice took the key from the lock and closed the front door behind her. Putting her calfskin purse down, she went into the kitchenette to pour herself a glass of water. The only illumination came from the lamp next to the door. The houseboat creaked softly, the air humid.
She wore a cream colored, rayon shirt-dress, the buttons undone to the cleavage of her breasts, the tips of the wide collar touching the outsides of the firm globes' press against the cloth. The ecru lace of her silver colored bra showed at the base of the neckline. A multi-stranded pearl necklace hung from around her throat. The loosely belted dress suggested the slenderness of her waist, the cradling fullness of her hips and the lushness of her ass, the skirt dropping to a few inches above her knees. Putting the glass aside, she turned toward the darkened bedroom. Crickets chirped madly from the shore in anticipation of the storm.
She turned on the bedside lamp, listening to the whistling of the wind outside and straightened, her hand rising to slip her earrings from the delicate lobes of her ears, her eyes toward the ceiling. Crossing to the dressing table, she freed the top button of the shirt-dress and dropped the earrings into the jewelry box as she glanced at her reflection. Running her fingers back through the softness of her hair, she examined her features matter-of-factly, smiling into her own eyes. The creaking of the boat, the pitch of the wind and the chorus of the insects blended into a low, background litany, against which another sound struck. She frowned, trying to place it and its source as she straightened, looking toward the living room.
Going to the door, she glanced over the room and the kitchenette, seeing nothing amongst the shadows. Shrugging, she turned back to the foot of the bed and lifted one shapely calf behind her, turning from the waist to reach back and unfasten the slender strap crossing her arch. Slipping the terra cotta heel off, she dropped it on the edge of the bed, putting her foot down and repeated the process with the other open-toed, silk shoe. In her stocking feet, she reached back to the nape of her neck and the clasp of the necklace, her face lowering, when she again heard the unexplained sound. She slowly lowered her hands, glancing around uncertainly. After a few moments, she cautiously unbuttoned the high cuffs, Reaving the necklace for later. Nearer, the thunder echoed through the houseboat. A match struck in the darkness.
With a short gasp, she stepped back, her eyes wide. The flame of the match lifted and touched the tip of a cigarette. Someone was seated in the chair before the closet, having sat in the concealment of the shadows to watch her. The blue-rimmed orange of the flame reflected in dark eyes, highlighting a broad nose, a moustache and strong, dark-hued features.
"Who ... ?" she began, her hands still raised before her, her cuffs open. Teeth flashed brightly as the man smiled and he abruptly blew the match out, a furl of smoke hanging in the air, pale against the darkness, which was interrupted only by the glow of the cigarette. She stood transfixed, unable to move.
The chair legs scraped against the floor as he stood. Her nostrils flared with her quickened breathing as she stood facing him, waiting for him to reveal himself. A two-toned shoe of snakeskin and dark cordovan moved into the light, its Cuban heel clicking against the floor. Her eyes moved from it to the flared leg of his burgundy pants, the light glowing from the velveteen. The tip of the cigarette arced down as he let his hand hang loosely from his side, a silver ring winding around the first joint of his center finger, a bright green shirt cuff showing from under the soft calfskin of his jacket's brasssnapped loop cuff. The crotch of his pants were tight, the bulk of his sex bulging outward and was belted with snakeskin that matched his shoes, the shirt above patterned with red, yellow and light green flowers that stood out in relief. The tapered jacket had wide lapels and she realized that his face would next meet her raising eyes and she dampened her dry lips. Brown eyes so dark they appeared black stared out from behind orange-tinted lens in silver frames, lidded eyes that betrayed nothing. The highlights of his dark brown flesh had an earthy red hue, his large afro like dark blue felt where the light fell.
Fully in the light now, he lifted the cigarette to take a slow drag and looked down thoughtfully at it, the smoke curling up from his defined lips. His eyes lifted, appraising her over the rims of the glasses. Suddenly, she turned, racing for the door. He stepped forward without hesitation, his hand grabbing out and she cried out sharply as his fingers dug into the back of the shirt-dress, pulling her back on her heels to spin her around. The cloth tore loudly as she staggered toward the bed, revealing her supple back and the slender strap of her bra. She whirled around, gasping, her eyes wide, seeing the fabric of her dress in his powerful hand, seeing it released to drift to the floor, now only a rag. Her hands were clutched tightly at her sides. He smiled with a trace of contempt at her defensive posture and casually lifted the cigarette again to his mouth. He took a step toward her and she backed away. He continued toward her and her heel struck the edge of a stool. She almost fell, but desperately righted herself and saw that he had closed the distance between them by a step. She reached back searchingly and her fingers met the wrought iron gate that served as a bathroom door. Lightning crackled above them, the boat shifting on the now choppy water. She turned, shoving the gate open, and leapt into the bathroom, slamming it shut behind her, turning back to hold it closed with all her strength as he came to a stop on the other side.
"Why don't you stop bein' sucha fool, an' enjoy what you're goin't get, white fox?" he said with a weary shaking of his head and she pressed even harder against the gate. "Okay," he sighed and reached out to grip the wrought iron next to her right hand, pushing toward her. She gritted her teeth, straining against his casual power, feeling the gate shift as he stepped nearer, looking down into her face through the pattern of the iron. The cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, he raised his other hand as if to grip the gate, but instead reached through it, his big hand brushing against her throat before sliding down over the necklace and into the neckline of the shirt-dress, caressing her silky flesh, turning to run his knuckles between the tops of her breasts, the lace of her bra rubbing against his flesh, dark brown against creamy-gold. She was helpless to prevent him from sliding his fingers and palm under the cloth, his touch firm against her upper chest. Grinning into her face, knowing she could not stop him without surrendering the barrier of the gate, he roughly pushed his fingers under her bra strap, cupping his hand to the contour of her rounded breast, forcing it between her tit and the cup of her bra. She flinched as he caught the pink pearl of her nipple between his fingers, squeezing it as he rolled it between the center knuckles. "Feels like a very sweet tit," he chuckled, his fingers indenting the pliant softness of her breast and she sucked air in between clenched teeth, her knuckles white as she clutched the gate. He leaned forward, adding his weight to the strength of his arm and she felt her stockinged feet begin to slide on the bathroom floor, the gate moving inward from the door frame, her arms beginning to dully ache. He drew his fingers together, snaring the burning stud of her nipple between their joined tips, tightening to pull it inward, tugging her tit toward her cleavage and she winced at the stinging sensation that lanced through her lush tit from its peak. She stumbled back, grabbing the gate as it swung inward, her body pulling back from his hand, her nipple popping free of his pinch. She dropped to one knee and scrambled to regain her feet as he came into the bathroom, the gate thudding back against the wall.
She looked up anxiously, her lungs heaving. Peels of thunder rolled through the room, shaking the glass in the windows. He reached down and grabbed her by the forearm, yanking her up to her feet as he turned back toward the bedroom, dragging her along behind when her struggling threw her to her knees. She felt the floor moving against her, her long legs flailing as she sought to free herself. He suddenly swung her forward by his grip on her arm and she skidded into the foot of the bed, her shirt-dress riding up to the tops of her pale white stockings. Her lips parted to her panicky breathing and she swallowed hard, her eyes squinting to clear her head. Unconcerned, he removed his jacket, shook it out and tossed it onto the dressing table stool. She thrust herself off the base of the bed, trying for the door again, but he casually extended his leg, tripping her and she sprawled forward on her stomach, the wind going out of her. He looked down at the backs of her long legs and leaned forward, reaching down to grasp her by the back of her neck. She twisted to the side, pressing her hands down against the floor to push up from it and his fingers caught only her necklace, the strands of pearls pulling against her throat for a moment and then breaking, the baubles clattering against the floor, winking with light as they rolled away.
He turned toward her feet and took her legs in his grip, lifting her up from the floor as he straightened. She cried out with a frenzied sob. He raised her against him, her back to him and he hoisted her calves over one shoulder, his arm holding her thighs to his chest and upper stomach. Her head well off the floor, the skirt of her dress slid down, exposing her scalloped-lace garter belt's lace ribbon straps, white against the light tan of her lush thighs and the bottoms of her ivory lace panties, the ripe mound of her cunny pressing outward with the arching of her body. She hammered back at his calves and ankles, twisting from the waist, unable to move her legs within his tight grip. With a mocking laugh, he turned them toward the bed and she looked up to see him lower his cigarette. She writhed with fear only to see him extinguish the cigarette in one of her shoes, slowly grinding the flame out within the silk heel.
His hand began opening the buttons of her dress, her face flushed, her breasts' tops emphasized. The tiny panties were exposed, her muff shadowing the fragile lace and then the narrow band of her garter belt, two inches between it and the waistband of her panties that just covered her mound. Her abdomen was exposed, the lamplight gleaming from the burnished gold of her pelt. Another button came free and he arched his body back from hers, letting the loosened shirt-dress slide down her body. The skirt fell over her head and arms, the dress catching at the bases of her tits, her body exposed from there to her feet. She grunted in the darkness, twisting as she tried to free herself from the tenting of the cloth, her tightened belly arched forward, her ass cheeks rubbing against his hip. He caught her waist in his free hand and angled her down against the side of his body, moving the twisting of her ripe fanny against his erect cock as he again leaned forward a little.
"Oh yeah, that feels re-eal nice," he murmured and she became aware of the hardness her ass was rubbing against. She became still, feeling his big prick against the softness of her backside. Her breathing sounded loud in the closeness of the dress. He released her waist as he straightened, her stomach pulling against his hand as her ass returned to his hip. She felt his hand rub between her panties and garter belt, his fingers sliding under the belt as he rubbed her soft hair with his palm and heel. The blood going to her head, she felt feverish. His hand slid over her pantied cunny and she jerked to one side, her hands bunching in the hem of her dress as she kept herself from repeating the movement. Chuckling, he pressed his first two fingers into the slight gap between the tops of her thighs just under her cunny and her calves pulled against the back of his shoulder. "Another hole, huh?" he laughed and pumped his fingers back and forth as fast as he could, feeling her warm flesh and the lace of her panties, his knuckles pushing up to indent the underside of her slit, teasing her nook, defenseless except for the delicate shield of her panties. Pushing the skirt over the base of her chin, she gasped for air, her ears filled with the sound of her blood pounding. His fingers came from between her thighs and she dampened her lips, looking up past the press of her tits toward her upper chest, the cups of her bra cutting into the rich orbs. He slid his forefinger under the edge of her panties' leg, the back of his fingernail stroking her mound as it slowly snaked across it. She bit at her lower lip.
"Let me go. Please?" she pleaded, but his finger continued, his knuckles fitting to the shallow of her cunt. His fingertip rose from the other leg of the panties and then the first two joints stood from it, dark against the ivory lace and her pale gold thigh. He seemed like a giant as he smiled down at her and he tightened his finger, curling it around the crotch of the panties, the fabric bunching toward her furrow, exposing the outsides of her mound as he nuzzled his center knuckle down against her, forcing her lips apart, her juices lubricating the twist of his hard flesh. She struggled in his grip again, letting the skirt cover her mortified expression as she reached out for the base of the bed, her hair spilling toward the floor as she bent her head back. His finger moved roughly, but without hurry, forcing her nerve endings to respond to the chafing. Her fingers clawed at the bed and she got hold of it, pulling desperately to use it for support, her face flushed. Watching her grope to pull herself up, he pulled his curled finger up from her cunny, loosening the crotch of the panties from her. His finger opened and he tapped it against her dewy slit.
"Eager, ain't y'?" he laughed softly, taunting her as she struggled to raise up inch by inch, her arms and shoulders aching. "My, but y'shouldn't get yer self inna ... sweat," he said with mock sympathy, his other fingers entering her opened panties to rub her secretions between them. "Let me help!" he said as her fingertips reached the top edge of the mattress and he suddenly took a step forward, tossing her away from him.
She cried out in alarm as she sailed through the air, her head rising toward his calves, as he stepped back, her legs and lower body falling to slam into the mattress and she bounced with the impact, her breath forced from her along with her cry of alarm in a terrified sob. Before she could orient herself and move, he moved forward and over her, kneeling astride her back, pinning her to the bed. Her tits were just over the edge of the mattress, her hair falling forward over her eyes, the skirt of the dress draped against the base of her head. Her breasts had almost come free of her bra, but they now were again pushing against the tops of the cups which pressed into the silky weight of one dome and into the juncture of aureole and nipple at the peak of the other, the hard stud having prevented the breast from having escaped the confine of the lacy bra and now supporting it against the pull of gravity. With an enraged sound, she pushed against the foot of the bed, her legs flailing as she bucked and shoved against the hold of his body.
He gripped the bottom of her panties and shoved them down, her pubic hair lifting with static electricity as the last barrier was pulled from her cunny. "Hey, your snatch looks very good movin' like that," he noted, looking down as he caught her ankles in his hands, her pubes bobbing and twisting, her slit winking up from the damp gold of her muff. " 'Course, all you're doin' is runnin' in place," he suggested, his strong hands tightening around her ankles and he shoved them back toward the bed, bringing the palm of one hand down against her exposed ass cheeks. Her legs came back up, but he slapped them back with his other hand as he continued smacking his palm against the lush cushions. She-groaned at the hot stinging that stabbed through the silky globes from the rapid blows, her buttocks quivering under his hand. With a little whimpering sound, she gripped the bottom of the bed, her shoulders bunching and she forced her legs to remain still, her eyes screwed tightly closed. "Good, sweet thing, good " he said soothingly, his palm remaining against her fanny and he stroked the flesh that now glowed pinkly. Her features relaxed at the cooling flow of his hand over the tender pillows and her eyes opened damply as his heel rubbed the triangular cleft at the top of her anal cleavage, his joined fingers curving to the deep valley. His hand moved down, continuing to flex and his fingertips stroked the center base of her nether cheeks. Her breathing slowed, deepening as his fingers moved down and under to press into her cunny, caressing the tingling lips, sliding through the sticky moistness until they were completely in her, his palm and heel working against the base of her ass. She squirmed slightly beneath him, swallowing hard as her body began to respond, warmth blossoming through her hive and her clit started to pulse pleasure through her entire body. Her eyes closed again, her hands sliding against the bottom of the bed and then his hand was pulled away from her and she heard his fingers leave her with a wet, popping sound. Her eyes went wide at the sudden termination of her arousal. He moved his wet fingers over her fanny and gripped each side of her panties in his powerful fists, pulling up and out to either side. The fragile lace shredded loudly, her heart beating faster with alarm. He jerked the opened garment loose of her body, tossing it aside. Crossing his forearms, he grasped her thighs and swung himself off of her, turning to thrust one knee between her legs, forcing them apart. Before she realized what was happening, her thoughts already in confusion, he was kneeling between her legs, facing toward her naked and open cunt.
Thunder roared above them, lightning crackling, the boat swaying upon the rough surface of the lake. He pushed her forward, grasping her by the hips and he lifted up behind her, his hands sliding back against the fronts of her thighs. Gripping her legs between his biceps and sides, he reached down below and between her legs. She heard him opening his pants and she knew he was pulling his cock out, the cock that had made such a big bulge against his pants even before it had become erect, the cock that had been so hard against her ass and she wondered just how large it was, how long and thick and whether it would be too large and if it would hurt her, apprehension prickling her flesh. The windows rattled as the thunder boomed out. His hands moved back to her hips and she knew his engorged tool was out, aimed toward her defenseless, displayed slit.
His strong hands pulled her hips back toward him as he arched toward her off his knees and she cried out at the abrupt assault of his ramrod, her underbelly suddenly filled with his great prod, her channel expanded by his bulk. Her breath caught as he buried himself in her recesses, turning her body against his, her ass rubbing his abdomen. Then he was pulling back, pushing her loins away from him until only the big knob of his tool was in her, her nook quivering at the sudden relaxation after being stretched wide. He plunged back into the broiling wetness and out and in and out, in and out, faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down from the bed, her cunt stretching and relaxing, the underside of his huge shaft stroking under her clit, sending vibrations through to it. Her breathing was irregular, her mouth ajar, her hair shifting over her forehead and eyes. In and out and she whimpered, her snatch pulsing faster and faster. The skirt of her shirt-dress fell from behind her head, again enshrouding her in darkness and heat, the blood pounding in her head, her cunt filled with pleasure and pain at the same time, glutted with his massive rod, his head pressing out against her cervix. She sobbed as an orgasm flashed through her, her flesh burning, her mind reeling. In and out, in and out and a second orgasm began to mount, her body tremoring. His hands loosened and she slid forward off the skewer of his cock, her head falling toward the floor, her brain rocking with vertigo. Then his hands tightened, catching the backs of her knees and pressed her against him, breaking her fall, adrenalin having rushed through her to open her eyes wide, her heart beating fast.
He lifted her straightened body, raising her spread underbody toward his cock and she cried out in surprise and with pleasure as he sheathed his prick in her again, thrusting almost straight down. The floor came back up at her, her slit coming free of his churning prod and then he was lifting her against him, his powerful grip on her legs holding her as his vast member filled her, jamming into her upraised cleave, his big balls slapping against her muff, her clit beginning to pick up its rhythm again, her interrupted orgasm nearing as she rose and fell like a divining rod, his tool driving down into the juncture. She could hear his ragged breathing, could feel her pistoning movement slow as he slowed, his big trunk shaking in the roiling fissure of her cunt, her orgasm almost upon her. He grunted from deep in his chest, clutching her to him, his hands lowering, digging into her ass cheeks as his cock began to spasm in her hive. Her orgasm was closer. His come blasted into her, his prick spasming in her, whipping his spend into a froth. His grip loosened and she felt herself lowering, his tool sliding out of her, his gizzum spewing over her vaginal walls. She groaned as she realized he was coming out of her, that her orgasm was being left behind and his thick brew hosed over her slit and the cleave of her ass. Her head slid against the floor, his spend touching against the bud of her anus as he opened her legs wider. His legs straightened out before him as he sat back and he pulled her up from the floor and between his legs, her gleaming loins approaching his crotch. Lying back, he held her calves against the sides, his feet pressed under her arms, his heels against the outward bulges of her tits as they pulled up onto the edge of the mattress.
She rested her chin against the base of the mattress, the tension of her frustration easing slightly as he recovered, the apprehension returning. She was totally immersed in the role of rape victim. She became aware of his cock as it shifted upon the sheet, snaking down toward the shadowed portals of her sex, hardening, the bulbous head pressing into the wet fissure. Her shoulders stiffened with apprehension. His fingers opened the snaps of her garter belt and slid her white stockings down around her ankles. He sat up, his head pushing deeper into her nook along with the top of his thick shaft and he opened her garter belt, sliding the scalloped lace from beneath her stomach, the metal clasps at the ends of the ribbons of lace flicking over the undersides of her buttocks. She spread her hands against the foot of the bed. He trailed the metal-tipped ribbons between her spread legs, touching the top of his shaft and the opening of her cunt, the valley of her ass and the purse of her anus, his other hand holding her hip until it began to push forward. She blinked, her golden brown eyes widening as she realized he was pushing her over the edge, her breasts popping out from between her and the bed, her slit sliding off the head of his massive tool. With a gasp, she grabbed out, but his hands were at her ankles, pushing her forward, the stockings coming off in them. She pushed her hands against the floor, turning so that she dropped off onto her side, the shirt-dress up around the top of her stomach, her upper leg curved out before her, her exquisite ass thrust up and back toward the bed, the base of her mound showing below the full cheeks. She clutched at the dress, pushing it down and together, her fingers buttoning two buttons, the cloth now around her waist. She pushed herself up with her elbow, hearing him sit up.
"Stand up," he ordered and she looked up as his feet and calves dropped from the bed, seeing that he had returned his cock to his pants and had zipped them up. She felt a strange reaction, as if being denied the right to face an accuser, being denied the sight of the huge prod that had stuffed her cunny, that had shot off in her and over her cunt and ass. "Up!" he snapped, pushing the toe of his shoe between her mound and her ass and she pulled away from him, swallowing hard as she forced herself to stand, her legs feeling unsteady. The buttons she had closed were the bottom two and he smiled, moving his eyes down the opening that ran from under her breasts to the lower part of her thighs, framing her firm belly, her inner thighs and her muff, his come like trailings of wax in the burnished gold curlings. Seeing his expression of lustful enjoyment, she grabbed the cloth, pulling it over her loins and he laughed as she fumbled a button through" the eyelet in front of her slit, her stomach and thighs still displayed. "Undress me," he told her and she looked up with alarm that was overcome by the threat in his eyes. She forced herself toward him and he leaned back on his elbows, grinning up at her expression as she stared down at the long bulge of his erect prick.
Bracing herself, she lifted her trembling hands to the neck of his floral shirt, her fingers gingerly plucking the buttons free, revealing his broad chest, his plated stomach and there were no more buttons visible above the waistband of his slacks. She knew he was staring down toward her face. She tugged the shirt out, hurriedly finishing with the buttons. She paused, uncertain and then unbuttoned his cuffs, uncovering his wristwatch, its wide leather band fastened with two silver buckles. He sat up and she started as he suddenly came up toward her. Steadying herself, she grasped the front of his shirt to push it back over his shoulders, letting it drop down around his wrists, cautious not to touch his strong body. She stared down at his belt .as if expecting the snakeskin to come to life and strike out at her. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling dizzy as she leaned over and she slid the belt from its buckle, the clasp of his trousers staring up like a silver eye. She opened it, pinching the cloth between thumb and fingertips, her other hand gripping the tab of his zipper.
Holding the cloth taut, she pulled and yanked the zipper down, the separation of the teeth screeching in her ears. She saw his ebon pubic hair, the base of his shaft and the top of his sac to either side of the trunk that was even thicker than she had imagined. "My shoes," he said and she blinked. She turned quickly and he lifted one leg straight out from the bed between her legs, the calf of his velvet soft pants pressing up between her thighs and against the base of her cunt as she unlaced and removed his shoe and his sock. He raised his other leg alongside her and she leaned to the side to bare the foot. He slid his leg back between hers and pushed his foot up under her dress as it dropped back down in front, the arch rubbing against her slit. Her knees felt weak. Both feet bare, he pushed his legs down, the one foot in the opening of her dress and the bottom buttons popped loose, the skirt again open over her legs. She stumbled forward as the buttons tore away and caught her balance. Lifting again, his bare foot nudged her fanny and she realized that he now wore only his slacks and that the rest of his big cock was to be exposed by her hands.
She turned back toward him and he smiled mockingly up at her, leaning back on his forearms. He raised his legs beside her, the velveteen brushing against her hands. She gripped the cloth and he raised his hips. As if moving in a trance, she stepped back, her grip on the burgundy pants pulling them from him. Her eyes were glazed as the fabric slid down over his hips, along the veined shaft, away from the sac which gripped huge balls, farther down his prick and along his thighs and then the pants snapped free of the hard staff and the swollen head, his cock rising up, an enormous pillar of mahogany flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, her hands stopping as she stared with disbelief, unable to believe that she had been able to take in the thick length of his massive sex, the veins standing out from it, engorged with blood. She moved away from him, her clenched hands pulling his pants from him. He sat up, naked. "Bathe me," he ordered and she looked confused, glancing toward the bathroom. "No, with your mouth, bitch. Tongue bathe me," he commanded. She found herself moving back toward him as if in a fog, back toward the rigid spire of his prick, going down to her knees between his thighs, her dress falling away from her thighs, her face lowering to one of his powerful legs, her tongue extending to tentatively lick his hairy flesh, feeling the muscles ripple beneath. He smiled, his eyes lidding at the sight of her over his thigh, knee and calf. "And the foot," she heard him say sharply as she began to turn to the other leg. She stared at his foot for a moment, knowing that when she finished with his feet it would mean licking up the other leg, with his loins, balls and prod to follow. "Now!" Her long fingers curled around his foot and her lips brushed softly over the ankles and arch, her tongue curving to the paler inner arch, her lips sucking each. toe. She moved to his other foot, then up the calf and then the thigh, approaching his towering cock. She stared up at its choking bulk.
"Suck my whang," she heard his deep voice order. Thunder rumbled, peeling into the distance. She looked up toward his face, the lamps flickering and he was silhouetted above her like some dark angel as the light flashed.
"N-no," she stammered, her mouth dry and his eyes narrowed. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, reaching down toward the floor with his other hand and she saw it close around his belt buckle, jerking to snap the snakeskin belt free, its gleaming surface hissing through the loops to coil up into the air. Pinning her shoulders between his strong legs, he reached down to flip the unbuttoned skirt of her dress up and to the side, baring her legs and ass. Her face pressed against the edge of the bed, she gasped as the belt whistled through the air to slap across her offered, defenseless ass cheeks. It then lifted and cut the air again to curve to one buttocks, the tip grazing the inside of her thigh and fell, smacking down the deep cleavage of her ass, the tip curling up under her to sting her slit. He jerked her head up, unpinning her shoulders.
"Suck me off, cunt," he directed, his voice even and she slowly nodded, surrendering. He released her head and she lifted up, her lips brushing against the smoothness of the dark bulb and opened for her tongue to slide over it, her hands caressing his balls. Lightning flashed. She sucked his head in, her lips nuzzling down around his shaft, stretched by its girth, her tongue licking at his dorsal vein, her mouth filling with him as her fingers stroked his heavy nuts. She made a small, whimpering sound as his knob pressed back against her throat, her cheeks drawn in tight around him, her head beginning to bob on the upper section of his prod. The lamp flashed on and off, lightning cutting the sky. He murmured with pleasure as her mouth and tongue stroked his throbbing tool, the belt slipping from his hand and he cupped the back of her head with both hands, lowering it back as he slid forward. Her eyes opened as she went back and he stretched her out beneath him, his calves along her sides as she continued sucking. He slid his hands into the top of her dress, gripping the thin shoulder straps of her bra and he yanked hard, pulling her shoulders up as the straps tore. She blinked with surprise, her body dropping back and he reached back and between them, his fingers pushing between her breasts and the center of her lacy, silver bra to grip it in his fist, his dark eyes staring into hers, his legs tightening around her sides as he pulled his hand back from beneath him. The bra tore, Felice pulled closer, his cock going deeper and he pulled the ravaged garment out of her dress, tossing it aside as he pulled his gleaming shaft partially free of the suckling tightness of her mouth, moving his legs back. He pressed her hands against the outsides of her lush tits, pushing their silky weights around his cock, the insides of her rosy aureoles revealed in the opened neckline. He began to thrust and she rubbed her breasts around his pumping rod as it plunged in and out of her mouth, her lips skidding around its thickness as her tits stroked the gigantic prod wet with her saliva. She was unable to rise, his column of engorged flesh preventing any cry for help and she realized she was truly at his mercy, his sheer strength forcing her to bend to his will, dominating her. His prick drove in and out of the O of her lips, his knob tapping at her throat as she crushed her tits around his pistoning trunk. Claps of thunder exploded, shaking the room. He gripped her tightly between his knees and grasped her wrists to thrust her arms above her head as he leaned forward, his stiff tool pressing against the roof of her mouth and her upper teeth, forcing her head back, aligning her mouth and throat. The rain broke, clattering against the roof. His staff pushed deeper, his head sliding into her throat, her gasping breath rustling around it as it sank deeper, sending a chill through his blazing ramrod, the clash shooting a heightened burst of pleasure through him. Her legs twisting and shoving, she strained for release; his pubic hair curled against her lips as he took her throat, sheathing his long cock in her. The frightening stillness of his tool began to move and she felt relief as he began to rise and fall, her mouth continuing to pull around him, her breathing timed to his movements, inhaling as his head glided onto her tongue, exhaling as it pressed back down. He groaned, his come straining to escape. The-sound of the driving rain filled the room, muting the thunder and their groans. His hands gripped her wrists tighter, his balls slapping under her chin, his body tensing as the blazing poundings of his cock shook his gizzum loose of his nuts, and his prick spasmed, his come roaring through it and he moaned hoarsely as he came. She felt as if she were drowning as his rod jerked within her, hosing his thick juices down into her stomach, the rain pounding against the windows, the lake angrily rocking the houseboat, the sound of the rain connecting in her mind with the shower of his rich brew, the dampness of her slit connecting with the downpour into her belly. He lifted and the geyser of his staff moved into her mouth, coating it with his tangy flavor and then out of her mouth, showering her cheek and temple as he leaned back, stretching out with his spread legs pinning her. His come gleamed in pearl-like droplets in her hair as she lay gasping, exhausted and her head lolled to the side, a trickle of his spend running from the corner of her mouth.
The steady beat of the rain and the sway of the houseboat lulled her already blurred mind, time passing unnoticed. She was half-aware of his moving and she was rolled limply over onto her stomach, his knuckles pressing down into the pliant globes of her ass cheeks as he gripped her dress in each hand. He pulled to the sides and the cloth gave with a ragged sound, tearing down along the cleave of her upturned fanny, baring the silky valley. His hands lifted her almost tenderly as he turned her toward the bed and he dropped her torso atop it, her cheek against the sheet, her arms out. Her exposed ass was thrust up from the edge and she gasped as he gripped her hips, pleading as the big knob of his again erect prod pressed between her nether cheeks, still damp with her saliva, as it burrowed against the aperture of her anus. She clutched the bed, her mouth straining open as his vast prick slid upward, the fatigue of her body keeping her muscles from tightening, aiding his shifting insertion. She bit the sheet as his hips turned against her backside, his swollen length churning, her bowels quaking with lava-like heat. His steady, unhurried movement rubbed her cunny against the rim of the mattress, stroking her clit and she began to murmur, pleasure rising throughout her. She shifted her tits against the bed, her hips beginning to turn back against him of their own accord. His hands tightened against the bed to either side of her waist, his shoulders bunching as her ass gripped tightly around his bulk, turning her tightened flesh around the broiling meat of his shaft. They both groaned, their excitation mounting rapidly and his prick jumped within her rectum, his hot juices exploding up into her. She cried out desperately, forced to arousal only to be denied release, his prick sliding from her. She whimpered with a sound of mortified humiliation. Her knees dropped to the floor and she felt his hands moving at her ankles, binding them with her discarded stockings. Turning her onto her back, he pushed her up onto the bed, her legs bound to the legs of the bed. Another pair of stockings in his hands, he began to tie one of her wrists, slapping her back as she clawed at his hands, her legs tugging. She struggled feverishly as he overpowered her, tying her other wrist and she was spread-eagled upon the bed, her frenzied curses and pleadings stifled as he jabbed her torn panties into her mouth. Oblivious to her strainings, he went into the bathroom to shower. Despite its opened buttons and its tears, her soiled shirt-dress covered her breasts and cunt, her ass against the bed. Hearing him showering, she gave up the struggle, overpowered and lay waiting for him, anticipating what she would next be subjected to.
The storm raged on and he finally returned, looking refreshed. He applied cologne, whistling to himself and lit a cigarette, smoking it as he watched the storm from a window, ignoring her.
"Well," he mused, rubbing his palm against the top of his stiffening cock, "I've backdoored yer snatch, buggered yer ass and fucked yer tits an' mouth. Guess that 'bout does it," he shrugged and her eyes widened as he stroked his massive cock fully erect, the tantalizing arousals she had experienced only to have them frustrated, shrieking within her at the prospect of his jerking off, denying her another chance for satisfaction. She watched his dark brown shaft redden, able to imagine his come arching out from the lips of the bulbous head, splashing over her. She groaned, her words muffled by the panties which tasted of both their flavors, nodding desperately toward the veined spire of his prick, her eyes moving from it to his eyes and back and forth, urgent. "What? In yer cunt again?" he asked with a half-smile and she nodded frantically. "From the front, y'mean?" he asked as if not quite understanding, mockingly teasing her as he continued to stroke his shaft and he leaned forward, removing the gag of her panties. "You don't want me fuckin' you again," he said, shaking his head, "Must be all tired out."
"P-please?" she stammered, straining at her bindings.
"Please what?" he smiled, sitting down on the bed, stroking.
"Please put it in me," she pleaded with him, afraid he was going to come.
"Put what in you?" he asked, stretching one leg out on the bed.
"Your-your cock," she blurted out with an anguished expression.
"Well ... I guess," he shrugged and freed her wrists, stretching out as she shifted down to work her ankles loose, gasping. "Still," he said as she was finishing, "I'm feelin' kind o' tired. Maybe after a little rest," he smiled pleasantly, leaning his head back into his linked palms, his eyes closing, his cock still standing up erectly.
She stared at him in stunned disbelief, her carnal excitement abruptly frustrated again, freed from her bindings only to be told that her climax was to remain captive till some uncertain time. Shaken, her eyes lidded, she stood from the bed, his come in her cunt, ass, mouth, hair and on her body. She was free to escape his assaults and she edged toward the door. Thunder boomed, softened by the rain. She glanced from him to the door and back. She moved through the doorway, taking the opportunity which she realized had been bait as she heard him rise up with a growl, springing from the bed. She ran for the front door, her heart pounding. He filled the bedroom doorway, blocking the light. Her hands fumbled with the handle. She could hear him approaching. The door came open, jerking free of her hand as the wind-swept rain swung it back against the wall. She ran onto the deck, the houseboat tossing side to side, the wind shoving her to one side, the rain whipping at her. She grabbed the rail for support, her eyes squinted against the storm, her hair soaked against her head, her dress clinging wetly to her body. The lightning flashed as he came toward her. She scratched and kicked as he grappled with her, his naked body wetly reflecting the lightning, her dress transparent against her lush beauty. His nails scraped her shoulder as he grabbed the neckline of her dress. She stumbled back as the buttons below her gleaming tits popped loose and the ones over her rain-slickened muff popped and she spun, the dress pulling away in his hand, both of them now fully naked. The lightning crackled, its light glowing along the hard thrust of his huge erection, the rain flowing down their faces. He grabbed her around the waist, his arm slipping over her wet flesh, their feet slid, their waists hitting the railing and they went over, somersaulting through the air, striking the tossing waters. She grasped out desperately, shoving upward to break the surface with him, the normally waist deep water splashing up against her tits. She tried to keep on her feet, moving toward the shore, but he pulled her around and his hard cock was jabbing against her belly, seeking her cunny as he lifted her against him. Her fists struck his chest and shoulders without effect, slipping against his muscled body and she gasped. Thunder crashed, echoing in the cove. His huge prick shoved into her pulsing cunny, the turbulence tossing them about, his tool pressing side to side, up and down as it glutted the raging channel of her sex. Her spread legs swung about, his immense length pressing higher. The waves knocked him off his feet and they twisted beneath the surface, his prod plunging fully into her underbelly, a carnal delirium overcoming her, negating the fact that they were being tossed about under the storm-wracked lake. She clutched her arms around him, twisting her burning nipples against his chest, beating her burning loins against the thrusting skewer of his bone as orgasms blazed through her. Her head lifted into the air, but she was only dimly aware of it, her lungs heaving for air on their own as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding down around his thickness, his head flattened against her cervix. He staggered into ankle deep water, holding her to him, the throbbings of his cock consuming him in overwhelming raptures. He dropped to his knees, turning onto his side and they writhed in the pounding surf, rolling over and over, his mouth covering hers, their tongues caressing as their hips rolled and beat together, her wet flesh and his sliding, her tits bobbing against him. Her orgasms were quickening, the contractions and expansions of her depths racing back and forth, pistoning faster and faster as the throbbing of his rod beat quicker and quicker, their bodies twitching and bucking, the rain washing over them in sheets, the thunder crashing. Her cunt exploded and imploded, ecstasy flashing through her, her every nerve ending burning, her mouth pulling free of his, her face lifting to the storm as she screamed with release, coming at last, rain flowing into her mouth, seeming like his come which erupted into her vibrating depths, accelerating the shrieking zenith, extending it as his vast tool leapt within her, flooding her. He groaned from deep in his chest, his features twisting as electricity seemed to run through his spine, his cock's poundings overpowering the rest of him, his brain spinning in a maelstrom. Their movements began to slow, their bodies quivering and they lay like beached fish on the shore, mindless of the slackening of the rain, dazed by their culmination.
The storm began to move over them, the surface of the lake gradually quieting as the wind eased. Euphoric smiles on their faces, they lay in the afterglow of their climaxes, blissful. "Looks like you two got things worked out," they heard Enid say and looked up from under heavy lids to see her smiling down at them, having walked down from her car. The light mist that was falling hazed her tapered Afro, gleaming on the ripe firmness of her voluptuous breasts, the hard pegs of her nipples standing out from the dusky cocoa of her flesh like mahogany carvings. Smiling at one another, Felice and Bob raised up, each sliding a hand up her full thighs and they drew her down between them, all three laughing as he and Felice began to make love to his wife in their own, talented fashions, the moon coming out from behind the storm clouds as their cries of joy lifted from the cove.