Chapter 15
For over three weeks, Belle was in the hospital for shock. It was three weeks before she spoke a single word and four weeks before she learned that Shannon and Lana were dead.
For several months she went around like a zombie, suffering the guilt of her sisters' fate. And then one summer night, Lilah gave birth to a baby boy, and that's when Belle cried for the first time. It was also the turning point in Lilah's life.
When her son was two days old, the hospital informed Belle's parents that Lilah would not be able to return home with the child.
They declared her insane. She had been committed to a private institution and Belle and her mother were left with the burden of raising her bastard child.
At first it hadn't been difficult. But as the years went on, Belle found she couldn't earn enough money to supplement her parents' waning savings. Lilah's fees were exorbitant.
Then, just three weeks before Belle had answered an ad in the paper, her parents informed her that their money had completely run out. They had only thirty days left before Lilah would have to be transferred to a state institution. But Belle had come to the rescue.
She met this ugly man through a strange ad, that she answered on a whim. Actually, he turned out to be pretty nice.
He gave her a great deal of money and Belle went right to the bank with it and paid it into the account for Lilah. Lilah would be able to live the rest of her life with good care and Belle felt like she'd repaid a little for her guilt.
"Belle, would you like a rest? You will forget what we've been talking about. In five minutes, you will wake up and say the first thing that comes to your mind," Lew said.
Lew turned off the recorder and sat with his head resting on his hands. He knew he'd have to consult someone else for advice. Until he could rid Belle of her supposed guilt, there would be no future for him.
Belle entered with the tray of coffee and Lew smiled into her eyes. For some reason, Belle smiled back.
"You asked if I wanted my divorce now," Lew said, when they were both seated. "Why? Are you unhappy with me, Belle?"
"No, but I just thought-" she stammered.
"Well, I'm content with you being here. Unless you feel you have to go elsewhere, I'd like you to stay," he said. But he really wanted to tell her that he wanted her to stay for always and always.
They started talking of mundane things and then Lew said that he was going out for a while.
"If you'll wait until eight, I should be back in time to join you for supper," he said as Belle accepted without question.
Belle sat before her vanity mirror fixing her hair, preparing to go down to supper. Over the weeks, there had been a slow change taking place in her. She was beginning to feel a fondness for Lew that she had never expected to feel for any man. Even his face no longer seemed ugly.
Yet, for all her change in feelings. Lew still hadn't approached her in any way. She wondered if it really was because he was just keeping his promise to her or could it be that there was nothing desirable about her? Could she have been worrying all these years for nothing? Was she doomed to live a life of loneliness and guilt?
She knew that Lew did at least find her hair attractive. So, as she patted a last strand into place, she looked herself over critically.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to look nice for a man. She wanted to look nice enough to make her husband take more notice of her.
Belle didn't know that every night she had been taking her little drops of "medicine" in her bedtime tea, playing right into his hands. She didn't know that she was already more than desirable in her husband's eyes. She didn't know how badly he wanted her, how very badly.
Lew lay sleepless in his bed. He still hadn't replaced the broken door between his and Belle's rooms and he could hear her muffled sobbing.
For three nights in a row he put up with it. On the fourth night he decided to put a stop to it.
"Belle!" he called. "Come in here!" He waited for several minutes before he saw her outlined in the doorway.
"Have you been dreaming again?" he asked.
"No, I just don't feel well and, I'm I'm afraid," she whimpered.
"Come here and get under the covers. You'll catch cold," he ordered and waited for her to obey him.
Belle lay silent and motionless for five minutes before Lew spoke again.
"There's no need for you to sleep alone anymore. You'll sleep here from now on! I'll do my best not to disturb you if I come to bed late," he said and rolled onto his side.
Lew had made the last advance he could towards his wife. The rest would have to be up to her. He hoped his nearness every night would make her break down her defenses and want him. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long. How he wanted her!
For three weeks, Belle slept beside her husband, unaware of his aching need for her. but more aware of her need for him. Her frustration was becoming indescribable!
At first, it hadn't been too bad because she was usually asleep when he came to bed, and his climbing under the covers only brought her to a semiwakeful state. However, for the past week, he'd been coming to bed earlier and Belle was beginning to panic.
For two nights now, she'd had to pretend sleep when Lew entered their room. And her itching and burning was getting worse. She didn't know how much longer she could keep the fact hidden from him.
She'd only been in bed for about fifteen minutes when Lew entered and walked into the shower. She heard the water and she closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly as though she were asleep.
But her crotch was beginning to burn. She wasn't aware that Jane had informed Lew of her just having gone to bed!
With the light still burning in the bathroom. Lew strode quietly into the bedroom as though deep in thought. Actually, he was displaying his gloriously masculine, naked body for Belle.
Through her eyelashes, Belle studied her husband's nakedness, as he paced back and forth silently. She didn't know he was saying his times-tables to himself to keep his cock from rearing up.
She had to admit though that she liked looking at him. His semi-flaccid cock, which dangled against his thighs, didn't look at all ferocious, as she vaguely remembered those horrid men's of years ago. In fact, she had the strangest desire to just touch it.
She wondered what it would feel like to her hand or body! She nearly shuddered visibly at the strength of her wild desires and was grateful when Lew returned to the bathroom to turn off the light before returning to climb into bed.
"Oh, please let it stop!" she pleaded, as the burning itch became stronger.
She inched her hand along her belly to her groin. She tried cupping her mound with the palm of her hand. When that didn't help, she tried slowly stuffing her nightie between her legs. Nothing she did seemed to stop the burning. So she slowly began to rub.
"Oh," she moaned, just barely audible, not being able to keep silent.
The heat was spreading inside of her, exciting her.
"Stop dreaming, Belle!" Lew said, shaking her shoulders. "I'm here," he whispered. He knew damn well she wasn't sleeping.
He'd slept with too many women to be fooled by such a little thing as pretended sleep.
I'm awake now," Belle answered, unaware that she hadn't fooled Lew. She tried with all her might to lay still and forget the burning.
"What's wrong?" Lew whispered.
"Nothing," she almost cried.
"There must be something wrong?"
"I'm all right! I'm scared. It burns!" she stammered, groaning and trying to hide the fact that her lips were grinding into the mattress.
Then suddenly the bedside light was on and the covers had been thrown back, revealing her hand locked between her legs.
Belle froze! Her eyes were wild with fright.
"Don't look so frightened, Belle. Most people have to scratch an itch. It's all right. What are you moaning about? You're squirming as though you had ants in your pants. Is there something wrong?" he asked innocently, with great concern in his voice.
He knew full well what was wrong and his heart was glad.
"It's here," she whispered, pointing to her groin. "It burns," Belle added, as tears filled her beautiful eyes.
"You mean that's where it's hurting?" Lew inquired, taking hold of her nightie. "I'm not going to touch you. I have to see what's wrong. I've seen my share of naked women in my time and you won't shock me. Move your hand and let me look," he said softly.
Belle could have died of embarrassment for she had a great mass of pubic curls just as bright as her hair.
"Part your legs," he directed.
Her narrow lips were swollen, dark pink and moist. Lew knew that she had been masturbating, even if she didn't know it. He was counting on her ignorance to aid his own cause.
Her clit was rigid and plainly visible and he longed to be able to caress it and clamp it between his teeth and bury his face in her bush.
"Have I got something awful?" she whispered. She was becoming really afraid of herself, because Lew had been looking at her cunt for almost five minutes without saying a word.
"Calm down, honey. It's not as bad as you're letting your imagination believe," he said. "But I do know what's wrong. First of all, when's the last time you had a man?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she whispered.
"The last time you fucked?" he asked. "Made love," he corrected. He could see the mortification in her eyes and knew that this plain speaking had caused her fire to soar.
"I've never had a man," she said, and Lew could hardly hear her. "I'm scared, Lew. I've never made love. I don't want to hurt," she admitted. "Isn't there anything else I can do?" she pleaded. "Can't you help me?"
"I'm sorry. Belle. I gave my word not to violate you. You're only twenty-three and you're beautiful. You shouldn't have any trouble getting someone to help you, to make love to you. I suggest you take care of it soon or it'll get worse!" Silently, Lew prayed his bluff would work.
"Would you hurt me if I let you do it?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Maybe, I don't know. It always hurts the first time. It's just that some hurt more than others. But you forget, I made a promise. Remember? I said you'd have to beg me to touch you. I do not intend to break my word!"
He deliberately spoke in soft tones, forcing her face towards his, so that she had to look at him, and know that he meant every word. When he was satisfied she understood him, he laid back on his back, giving Belle time to consider the enormity of his ultimatum. He kept his fingers crossed and waited!
Belle couldn't stand it! She tossed and turned several times before she finally swallowed her pride and spoke.
"Please, Lew. I release you from your promise. Please, will you help me; try not to hurt me?" she begged.
Lew rolled over and faced her once again.
He knew what it had cost her to say those words. He had been waiting for what seemed a lifetime for her to need and want him enough for her to release him from his given word. He'd been tempted during the nights they had slept together to ravish her wildly.
Instead, he's gone out and allowed his friend to abuse him, just to give him physical relief.
"Speak my language, Belle! Tell me what you want!" he said, leaning over her and caressing her flaming red hair.
Looking into her eyes, and in soft words, she said, "Please make love to me, Lew. Fuck me, whatever you want me to call it. Do something! Please!" she replied.
Gently Lew eased her gown over her head until she lay entirely naked before him. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her beautiful body.
Her lush, full breasts jutted upwards and his lips could no more deny them their kiss than he could stop breathing for an hour. Tenderly, he took each nipple between his lips until it was rosy and hard. Then, raising his face to hers, he spoke softly.
"Open your mouth, honey," and as her lips parted, he kissed her as a young woman ought to be kissed, long, slow and deep. He had to force her lips wider apart with his own in order for his tongue to gain entrance to her mouth.
He knew instantly that her mouth was as virginal as the rest of her. She had no idea of what to do with his tongue, or her own, so he sucked it gently into his mouth, then teased it with his tongue.
As Belle caught on to his teaching, her body began to undulate against him, responding automatically. His fingers were doing such wonderful things to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them and rolling her nipples.
And before she knew it, Lew's lips trailed down the side of her neck and once more kissed first one and then the other.
Belle responded to Lew as he had dreamed about her. However, unlike in his dreams, he wasn't able to draw her whole breast into his mouth. But he did continue to worship her lush orbs with his mouth and hands until she was moaning with delight.
Belle was feeling wildly wonderful! She'd never dreamed that a man could make a woman feel this way, not after the dreadful acts she had witnessed.
Then as Lew's hands began to caress lower down her body, her flesh seemed to come alive, and she couldn't seem to get close enough to him. His fingers became tangled in her bush while one finger grazed her clit.
"Lew!" she moaned, pressing closer to him. And this his finger searched lower, seeking the entrance to her burning, private place. And Belle knew he was going to be a wonderful lover.
Lew was dumbfounded! He couldn't get his finger in her cunt! Belle was tighter than a five-year-old! Just the thought of trying to fit his mammoth cock in that narrow passage caused his cock, not to jump for joy as he expected it would, but to wither against his thigh.
"Oh, Lew! I'm on fire! It feels so good!" Belle cried, while Lew's fingers slid up and down her tight slit, unable to penetrate, but causing the most wonderful friction to her clit.
"I'll fix it, baby," he whispered thickly. But inwardly, he moaned in anguish, for he knew the fucking would have to wait.
Swiftly, Lew parted her legs and knelt between them, then pressed his face against her boiling pussy.
"Delicious!" he cried. But his words were muffled as his lips made contact with her flesh. Within moments, his expertise had Belle sobbing and thrashing, crying out in delight as the first and most wonderful explosion started.
Two more blissful, heavenly explosive orgasms swept over Belle before Lew relinquished her cunt.
For a long time, Lew lay awake beside his sleeping wife. For weeks he had dreamed of their first time of lovemaking. His only problem had been on deciding how he would fuck her to bring them both the most pleasure. He'd had several positions in mind, one where she would straddle him and he could watch her flaming bush bounce up and down against his own black curls.
What a fire they could build! Now he had her all primed and ready for anything either of them desired, and he was unable to do anything but bring her release with his hands and mouth!
"Love you," Belle murmured in her sleep, nestling closer to Lew's warmth, a smile of contentment on her lips.
"Oh, shit!" Lew moaned, holding her close with one arm, while the other gripped his cock.
Lew's fist moved slowly as he re-lived the first moment that he had looked upon Belle's nakedness after removing her gown. Her skin had been the palest white, and her breasts were firm, yet very full, the way he liked them best. Her thighs against his face had felt softer than satin. Her flaming red fur had set him on fire!
He had wanted to, more than anything, sink his rod in the depths of her tight, virginal slit, giving her womb its first, hungry drink.
"I've fucked hundreds of females that were tight and hurt them. Why can't I just fuck Belle and enjoy it? Why won't this bastardly cock of mine stay hard when I've got her legs spread and her hips grinding seductively with hungry anticipation?
She was so willing! Why wasn't my cock?
Lew questioned himself as his fist began to pound and his milk shot, dousing his fist and belly and Belle's nightgown. He cursed his inability to do in her cunt what he had just accomplished in his hand!
Eventually he fell asleep and his nightmares were filled with a life of being damned to eternally fuck his own fist!