Chapter 4
Every muscle in Veronica's body ached, and she longed to sink into a hot tub of soapy water. If she were to go into the bathroom while Tom was still in there, however, they would probably get involved fucking in the tub or something. And the last thing she needed was to have a man with a soaped-up prick crammed into her raw pussy. Besides she had to save herself for the important activities of the afternoon. There were quite a few people depending upon her, after all.
She lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed. She heard Dick groan and struggle to Ms feet. She wished he'd leave. She wished they would all leave, Goddamn it, clear out! Leave me alone!
She looked up. Dick was standing in the doorway. He had half-dressed and was in the process of stuffing his shirt into his unzipped pants. Despite herself, Veronica's eyes settled onto his crotch.
Seeing the direction of his gaze, he said, "You sure are a hot one." Then he zipped up his fly and she turned away from him.
"Thanks for the fuck," he said. "I'll drop by again sometime."
Veronica's head jerked op. She glared at him. "You'll do no such thing," she snapped. "My husband would cut off your balls."
He would. I know he would. George would cut off his balls.
"Yuh? Well, thanks again. You got some snatch." He turned and walked out of the room.
"Don't be so crude," she called after him. "Or I might cut them off myself I"
He broke into laughter. She heard the door close. He was gone.
Now if only that other one would fuck off.
The muscles in Veronica's rectum began to relax finally. It was a pleasant sensation for awhile, but it began to change quickly. What was a pleasurable feeling had become an overwhelming urge to defecate. There was no choice. She had either to go into the bathroom while Tom was still in there or run out into the garden. She moaned, clutched tightly at the naked flesh of her stomach and ran into the bathroom.
Clouds of steam enveloped her immediately and she felt fault from the heat and the urgent pressure on her bowels. She found the John and quickly completed her business. It was her intention and her hope to leave before Tom ever became aware of her presence. As she stood to leave, however, she saw a flash of skin through the steamy glass shower door. Her breath caught, and her hands began to tremble. Get out of here, Veronica. Clear out!
But Veronica ignored her own advice. The body behind the glass had turned, and she saw a faint splash of black near the pubic area of Tom's reddened body. She slid the door open and stepped inside.
"Move over," she said.
"Over. Under. Around. Anything you say, Mrs. Wainwright"
"Don't be sarcastic. I can't stand sarcasm."
Tom didn't answer her. Instead, he took a bar of soap and began soaping her body very carefully.
He worked up a lather on her tits and then moved down towards her vagina. At the opening of her passionate tunnel, he only briefly lingered before bringing his hand under and through her legs to wash her rectum. She gritted her teeth and turned her face into the steaming water while he carefully cleaned the aching hole. Then he brought his hand through her legs again and began soaping her pussy. First he soaped up the tangled mass of pubic hair. Veronica began to rotate her hips as he moved closer and closer to her opening. Finally he was soaping the lips of her vulva, and she was jerking forward with the sensation of soap and hot water against the raw flesh. She reached forward and took Tom's prick in her hand and began working up a lather on the stiff and jerking tool. Then he slipped the bar of soap up her cunt as far as it would go without having to release it. Veronica gasped and fell forward.
"Fuck me quick," she said.
Tom pulled the soap out of her pussy and dropped it onto the floor of the rub. He bent down and, slipping his arms through her legs, he completely lifted her off the floor of the tub. She wrapped her legs around his back and clung to him tightly as she felt the shaft slip op her passage. She bit her lips to keep from crying out with the pain of the soapy prick irritating her flesh. Then the pain passed.
Still clinging to him, she moaned, "Now, Tom!"
He began to fuck her hard, holding the weight of her body as he rocked in and out of her cunt. Her spasms began quickly and, just as she felt the first wave ripple through her body, Tom began to gasp and pant like an animal. He threw his head back and lost his footing. They crashed against the wall of the shower. Veronica was pressed up against the wall, and the hot water was pouring onto her face in full force. She began to struggle against the hot water just as Tom shuddered and quickly took a deep breath.
They remained pressed up against the wall for another moment white Tom continued to gulp for air. Then-he lowered her to the floor and she staggered out of the shower. She dried herself without looking at bun again.
As she was wrapping a towel around her head, she said, "You can leave the key on the kitchen table."
"What key?"
"To your old room above the garage."
"What?" he said in a tone of disbelief. "After all that you still want me to go?"
She looked up at him calmly.
"Wouldn't you like to have me around?" he continued. "Sort of on tap?"
She pursed her lips. "I never sleep with the hired help."
"Well, if that don't beat...." he broke off. Then he shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the bathroom. She followed him into the kitchen and watched him as he dressed. Finally, he turned, smiled sarcastically and waved. He turned toward the door.
"Tom?"
He turned, a question in his eyes.
"The key."
Tom was too stunned and too tired to even laugh. He smiled grimly, reached into his pocket and dropped the key onto the floor. Then he walked out.
Veronica picked up the key, her second peignoir of the day and the newspaper. She dropped everything into a pile on the kitchen table and went back into the bedroom. She sprawled across the bed, pulled a sheet over her naked body and rolled onto her side. I haven't had a quickie that good since two days ago in that gas station. I'll-have to go back there sometime. George would shit if he knew. Absolutely shit.
She dropped off into a troubled sleep in which she dreamed. She dreamed about that episode two days earlier with the gas station attendant, but there was a new and horrifying twist....
When she and George pulled into the gas station there was a considerable lapse of time before the attendant appeared. George blew the horn several times and they were just about to leave when the attendant came running around the corner. His hands, covered with grease and dirt, were just finishing buckling his belt as he appeared around the corner. Veronica's breath caught She knew from the protruding lump in his pants that the attendant hadn't answered their call immediately because he had been too busy jacking off. She also guessed from the fact that he still plainly had a hard-on that he had decided to take care of them and then finish jacking off in peace. Veronica flushed, and her earlobes burned. The sight of the hard-on, even when hidden within the man's pants, drove her wild with lust. She had to possess it. Her chest heaved and she struggled to control herself before she said to George, "I've got to take a crap."
She got out of the car, trying to act calm. She walked towards the attendant who was just putting the pump into their gas tank. He was a young man, muscular and dark with close cropped black hair and sultry dark eyes. She guessed him to be a Mexican. But his face and body did not interest her. It was the bulge in his pants, straining and throbbing against the tight-fitting pants. She sensed the demands of the prick for a quick, animal release.
"The rest room?" she asked and stared openly at his crotch. The blood rushed to her face and she trembled with excitement She felt as if she were on fire.
"Back there," he answered and blushed.
Veronica stepped forward to pass him. As she passed the young man, she deliberately reached out and squeezed the lump in his pants. He backed away with a gasp and flashed a startled look at the back of George's head in the car.
"Meet me there now," she whispered. "Come around the other way."
Veronica walked away quickly. Her mouth was dry. Once she had turned the corner, she slipped her hands up under her dress and began tugging at her panties even before she reached the women's room. She pushed the door open and hurried hi. It was fool and smelled strongly of urine. She didn't have time for the niceties, however. She pulled her panties free of her hips and, holding her dress up around her waist, she backed up against the sink and waited.
The young man, actually a boys came into the rest room shortly after her. He pushed the snap on the door and immediately brought his greasy hand to his fly. The huge uncircumcised prick sprang forward and she reached for it with a cry of delight. The boy, however, pushed her hand roughly away. He lifted her and set her down on the sink so that her ass was cradled in the bowl and her back rested against the cold spigots. He separated her legs, and then plunged his cock into her with a sense of urgency.
The angle was slightly painful to Veronica and the force of his push into her cunt had forced her back into sharp contact with the spigots. He was like an animal, ignoring her comfort, intent only on getting his load of hot come shot off as soon as possible. In a moment he grunted and slammed into her, grabbing her thighs roughly as he did so. Then he pulled his cock out of her cunt which struggled to hang onto it. He stuffed the satiated piece of meat back into his trousers.
"Come back sometime when you're alone, and I'll fuck you all night long." Then he hurried away.
"Sure," she whispered.
Veronica was stunned and amazed. Her thighs were covered with grease and grime from his gripping hands. Still cradled in the bowl of the sink, she glanced up, looking for a roll of paper towels to clean herself. Then she cried out with alarm. There was a window she had not noticed before. George was standing in the window.
The door to the rest room opened and George came in. Veronica opened her mouth to somehow explain away the incident, but he roughly motioned for her to be silent.
She watched in amazement as George dropped to his knees before the sink and began furiously to eat her cunt with a loud sucking noise. He was eating her as he had never eaten her before. He was driving her wild with excitement.
She looked down at his frantically working mouth buried in the mass of black pubic hair. He had taken his prick out of his opened fly and was slowly beating himself off while eating her cunt.
"George," she moaned. "I want you inside me. Don't you understand, George? It's', you I want, George. George!"
He ignored her pleas. He continued to eat her hungrily, lapping up the dregs of her sex with the boy while bringing himself off. George began to moan and writhe. She knew he was about to shoot his heavy load of come, and she wanted it desperately.
"George, let me have it Please. George, I need it" She was almost on the point of tears.
George stood up suddenly and, with one final stroke of his hand, his come spurted from the throbbing cock and splattered onto her stomach.
"Fuck you," he hissed, "I got what I wanted."
Then George began to laugh....
Veronica woke up screaming, her body tense and wet with perspiration. Her chest heaved violently, and she shuddered to recall the dream. The dream had been an exact transcription of reality up to the point where George had appeared at the window.
What did he mean he got what he wanted? Why wouldn't he fuck me? Why didn't he beat me? He should have knocked me on my ass. George? Oh crap, it was just a dream.
Veronica convinced herself there was a reason for that particular dream. Just before going to sleep she had had a quickie with Tom and it had been in a bathroom. That's all there was to it as far as she was concerned. As for George, he usually ate her out before fucking her. And he had eaten her out shortly after she had been fucked by that kid at the gas station. It was simple-the dream was merely the reflection of things she had thought about just before failing asleep.
Only the ending eluded her. That was strange.
But, Christ, that spix kid fucked like an animal.
She dozed off again. She had to get some rest. The people at the sex fair were counting on her.