Chapter 3
They drove to a place he knew about that was always deserted, except for weekends. It was a picnic spot, overlooking a lake. Connie had never been here before, and she was impressed.
"How lovely!" she said, when they pulled in and braked to a stop. "Could I get out?"
"Sure!" He walked around and opened the door for her. She, was impressed with his manners. Half the time Shelby forgot to open her door, unless she reminded him.
He watched her run across the grass and down the hill to the sandy little beach. She pulled off her shoes and let her feet wade through the water's edge. Suddenly, he found himself removing his shoes and socks and rolling up his trouser legs. In a few seconds, he was tearing down the beach after her.
They walked along the beach for a while. Soon they were away from the picnic area, and heading toward a more deserted stretch that disappeared into overhanging branches and the woods beyond.
"Well," Connie said, "I suppose we should go back. There doesn't seem to be much more down this way."
Jerry stared at the older woman for a moment. He had never noticed before how her hair illuminated with a thousand little sparkles of gold in the sunshine. Her skin was naturally healthy and she didn't wear makeup. She was slightly suntanned, and the run on the beach had given her a high, healthy color. He saw the way her breasts heaved a little behind the material of the blouse. Her breasts were still full and high, like Audrey's
"No beach is deserted as long as we're on it," he finally answered.
She smiled.
"I guess that's right."
He took her hand again, and she started to pull it away.
"Connie," Jerry said, pulling her a little closer to him, "Let's have our talk another time. I don't get to come out here often, and I just feel like enjoying it."
"Oh, me too!" she said. "I'm cooped up in the trailer almost all the time, and--"
He had grabbed her into his arms and his mouth crushed down on hers.
"Oh, no, Jerry--" she said, pulling away, "I think we'd better go now."
He held her tightly, refusing to let her tear herself from his arms. Then he kissed her again, and he felt her respond. It was just a fleeting hesitation at first, as she let her tongue rest against his for a fraction of a second, but he understood the response immediately, and he took advantage of it.
"Connie, Connie," he groaned, "I've wanted you for such a long time! You don't realize how I've watched you and watched you--"
"No, No, Jerry, please!" she pulled away from him and began to run again, with him following close behind.
"Wait, Connie! Look, I'm sorry!" he called after her.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted back at him. "Just leave me alone! Don't come near me!"
He caught up with her and grabbed her arm again.
"Look, don't be so foolish--"
She screamed then, and in his surprise a sudden anger took control. His hand shot out and slapped her roughly across the face.
"What's the fucking matter with you? You fucking act like you're being attacked by a sex fiend! What the fuck's all this hysterics about?"
She responded to the slap by backing away from him, a horror in her eyes.
"You--you tried to rape me!" she yelled.
"Are you fucking crazy? I did no such thing', "
"You did! you did!"
He walked over and began to shake her roughly back and forth.
"Will you stop it? What kind of trouble are you trying to cause? Now snap out of it! What I did was just a harmless little pass!"
Connie looked at him for a moment, fresh panic in her eyes. Then she screamed again.
His hand shot forward and slapped her roughly once more. She sank to her knees, sobbing, on the grass beneath a tree.
Jerry kneeled and tried to take her in his arms. He was so confused and frightened by the woman's sudden strange behavior that he didn't know whether to pity her or not. In minutes, his life had taken on a sudden and possibly dangerous turn. If this woman did not snap out of her fit, he didn't know what he was going to do.
"Come on, Connie, I don't know what's upset you, but believe me, I didn't mean any harm. I had to slap you. I'm sorry. You were screaming. I didn't know how to make you stop."
She had frozen in his arms. She was looking down, away from him. Then her head slowly tilted upward, and through the tears in her eyes he could see a dusky flame begin to smolder there.
"Bullshit!" she almost spat at him. "You probably like to slap women around! My husband slaps me, sometimes. But he never hits me hard like you do. I think he's a fucking sissy!"
Jerry couldn't believe his ears. He stared back at her in silence for a moment, then he noticed the faintest trace of a smile begin to play around the corner of her mouth.
"He can't even give me a kid, that's the kind of sissy he is! I'll bet you could pump a kid into me! I'll bet you'd hold me down and force me to take you all the way up inside me, to plant your seed in me!"
He continued to stare, dumbfounded. She was beginning to move her shoulders around sensually now. Her skirt had crept up over her knees and was gathered around her upper thighs. Her legs were golden and lovely next to the grass. As good and as golden as Audrey's legs, Jerry thought. He noticed how her full, ripe breasts were still moving up and down under the blouse. He suddenly realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
Jesus! he thought, they're the most perfect shape I ever saw!
Her half-smiling mouth came closer to his now, and suddenly her lips were on his, her tongue probing forward and inserting itself.
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, marveling at the spongy firmness of the skin. He began to massage the breast, and immediately he felt her nipple harden. He held her in his arms ' again, not knowing or caring what was happening to them, and he began to kiss her passionately.
She rolled back to a prone position, pulling him down on top of her. She began to trace the back of his suit jacket lightly with her fingernails. He pulled the jacket off and threw it on the grass beside them.
"Your shirt too!" she cried, looking straight into his eyes. "Take all of your clothes off!"
He moaned slightly and pressed his face into the valley between her lovely round breasts. At the same time he ran his hands up the back of her blouse, searching for the zipper. She reached back and helped and in a moment the blouse was off, on top of the suit jacket, and she was nude from the waist up.
He attacked her breasts with his mouth again, licking inside the valley, tasting sweat. He let his lips trail up over her breasts. Then he pushed the twin mounds together and began to lick each nipple in turn, giving little soft bites with his teeth to the firm buds.
"Ahhhhh--" she moaned softly, holding his head to her breasts and moving her hips back and forth.
He reached up under her skirt and shoved his hand into her crotch. Her white nylon panties were already soaking at the vee, and she began to push her vagina down hard on his probing fingers.
He could feel the lips separating, dragging the material of the underwear down into the crack. Then he saw the swollen lips come into view, on wither side of where his fingers press. They puffed up, covered with fine, light-brown hair.
Quickly he pulled her panties down her legs, and then removed her skirt. She lay completely naked on the grass now, staring straight up at him. He stood and began to remove his shirt.
"Everything!" she cried.
She lay in a state of suspended animation. The scene that was happening was not a part of her life as she consciously knew it. It was like an extension of some dream she'd once had, a dream that had involved many men besides her husband. The dream seemed to come back all at once as she watched this handsome man whom she knew remove his clothing. She watched every detail of his body as his skin came into view in the morning sunlight of this deserted beach.
A feeling of absolute surrender invaded her groin, and her heart began to race wildly. Suddenly, for no reason except that it was part of the erotic dream that had come back, she wanted this man inside her more than anything in her life. She knew in her mind that she was about to be made love to by her neighbor, but in this time and place apart, nothing mattered except her desire.
He was completely nude now, and she reached her arms up to him.
"Now!" she panted. "Now! Now come into me and hurt me! Take me! Do you understand? Take me!"
He leaned down between her legs, glanced at her once, then buried his face in her vagina. She lifted her thighs and cried out; grabbing his hair at the same time and pulling his mouth into her.
"Eat me! Eat me out! Lick my pussy! Yes! Oh, yes! Eat my pussy out!"
He dug in with his mouth and began to lap roughly inside the lips in long, stroking motions. Her clitoris had become hard, and he found it with his tongue, swirling it around in his mouth and sucking down the sides.
"OH! OH GOD!" she cried out loudly. "NOW! NOW! FUCK ME! OH, FUCK ME NOW!"
He pulled his face away from her cunt and mounted her. Her legs were already pulled back, her knees touching her breasts. He positioned himself on his knees, pushing her legs even farther back with his strong arms.
"Put it in, you hot bitch!" he hissed at her.
She quickly grabbed his shaft, her eyes getting wide as she felt the length and thickness of it. Then she lined the head up against her vagina, which was well lubricated by his mouth.
When he felt the head of his cock slip into the little warm hole he flicked his hips and sent a couple of inches inside.
"Owwww--" she moaned, "that's right! That's right! Now ram it! Ball me!"
He shoved, and the entire length of his penis was lodged firmly inside her.
"Owww--" she moaned again, grabbing his buttocks. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Ball me hard!"
He pulled out until only the head was buried and slammed in again. He could tell by the expression on her face that he had hurt her.
"Harder!" she groaned, scraping his bare butt with her nails. "Tear me apart! Rip me open!"
"You asked for it, lady," he panted, and began to tear into her clutching pussy brutally, pounding in on each thrust until his balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned over and over, feeling him find places inside her that nothing had ever touched. He was battering the back of her womb, and she began to go crazy. She dug into his buttocks so hard that she started to draw blood and he slapped her hands away. Then he leaned back until he was kneeling but upright between her legs. He shoved her thighs back until her pussy was tilted almost straight up in the air. And then he began to come down into her hard, harder than she had ever had it, so hard he was hurting himself as well as her.
"Gaaaaaaah!" she began to sob, bucking her pelvis up at him in a blind frenzy. "FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK ME HARDER, YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD!"
He was losing his come then. He was shooting inside her before he realized what was happening. All he could think about was trying to control the woman under him. She was the hottest piece of ass he had ever encountered, even among professionals.
She felt him coming and her eyes became as wide as saucers.
"You're shooting inside me!" she cried.
"I--I'm sorry!" he said, still bucking and shooting.
Her pussy began to clutch and milk him harder than ever. She ground and gripped against his still-hard shaft until she was milking him painfully.
"Easy--easy, baby--" he moaned softly.
Then her orgasm came, and she began to ride his pole like a piston.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she sobbed and choked, while he pressed all the way down inside and held himself there, riding out her climax.
In a few minutes, her breathing had returned to normal, and he slowly pulled out, noticing a trickle of his juice ooze out behind him.
"You'd better take care of that as soon as possible," he said, glancing down.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you didn't start anything."
"Look. I really apologize--"
"Don't," she said, sitting up and putting on her blouse. "I wanted it that way."
He saw no reason to comment, and he started getting dressed also.
When they were presentable once more, they walked slowly back up the beach to where the car was parked. The area was still deserted.
"Look, Jerry, let's just forget about what happened, all right? I--I didn't quite know what came over me."
"Me, either," he said, smiling, "but I'm not sorry."
"Well, just don't be so proud of your little conquest that you start advertising it around."
"Oh, Christ now, Connie! I'd never say a word to anyone--"
"Just see that you don't!" she answered sharply. They walked in silence the rest of the way. When they got back to the car it was agreed that he would drive Connie to a taxi stand and send her back to the trailer park. She wanted, she said discretely, to "freshen up."
He found a cab, gave the driver her address, and handed the man a five-dollar bill.
Then he watched the cab pull away and stood for a moment, staring and shaking his head.
Jerry, even confused as he was by the entire incident, did not realize that he had just witnessed the first erratic behavior by an attractive and lonely woman who was having severe emotional disturbances.