Chapter 4
The pain in George's head refused to subside. He tried to focus on the face of his watch. Through his glazed eyes he made out the time to be, 3:00 A.M. He looked around his surroundings in an attempt to surmise his whereabouts. Standing, he found that he was in the middle of his neighbor's field. Apparently, he had only gotten a few yards before the effects of the booze and the wicked fucking that he had given Tammy Harrington's mouth had gotten to him.
From what he could remember, he left his friend and stumbled out into the night, saying something about his wife and Manuel. Then, judging from the condition that lie now found himself to be in, he must have fallen asleep out in the fields.
Gathering his senses, George struggled to reach his house. At least he would sleep in his own bed tonight. If his wife, Susan gave him any trouble, he knew that he could easily deal with her.
When George had finally reached his home, his head felt as if it would burst. He manage to reach the kitchen bathroom where he downed several pain relievers.
"Just let me sleep." he begged to the pain in his head.
He felt his legs giving way under him. He fell to the floor and closed his eyes. Sleep was now the important issue.
In the master bedroom, Susan Kilmer was wide awake. She knew that her husband had found his way back home as she watched him stagger, and slip. She had to really laugh at his futile attempts at making it to his home. She wanted to curse his very existence but she found herself wanting him to come to her. She still hadn't taken in the full picture of what had happened to them this morning.
"Would it change their relationship?" she thought.
"Wouldn't it have to change their relationship?" was the answer to her question.
She wasn't sure how she would react to him the next time that she saw him. This morning, this fateful morning, he had forced her to submit to his wishes fully. As his prick violated her rectum, she wondered if she hadn't really wanted that all the while. Their marriage had been getting tired, why else would she have fucked Manuel? But maybe this stirring interaction could change that. Maybe this was the way that they both had wanted it.
She heard a sound in the bathroom. She knew instantly what had happened. George was drunk. To try to work things out with him now would be impossible. Susan let her head fall to the pillow. Her thoughts now drifted off to her son. Was what she had done with him wrong? She smiled as she thought about how many women didn't have the strength to do what she had done for her son. What better way to show him her love, then to teach him about love, not sex or brute force but to show him about love herself. Susan, closed her eyes, secure in the thought, that things would be fine, that everything would work out for the best. Another member of this restless home was Henry Kilmer. He couldn't get the visions of what had transpired during the day, out of his mind.
"Did it really happen? Was I dreaming?" were the two thoughts dominating his sleepless night.
Although he knew very well that what had happened was not any dream, he almost wished that it was. What would he do? How would his mother treat him tomorrow? Could he look her in the face after he had seen her in the nude?
Henry heard the sounds of his father staggering up the stairs leading to the house. The sound of his father's steps broke his train of thoughts.
"I will have to sleep on it." he thought to himself. "These things have a way of working themselves out. They always do."
Those were Henry's last thoughts. His eyes found sleep.
Ellen Kilmer had been with James Wray for the entire day and night.
"Shit!" she tapped her lover's arm. "James wake up! It's three o'clock in the morning."
"What?" James worn out body didn't respond to her worried tones.
Ellen shook him again. The entire strength of her body was put into this action. James did not stir.
"I've killed him." she thought aloud. "I've fucked him to death."
Ellen rose from the water bed causing several ripples in the mattress. She looked at the clock again to verify the time. The hands of the clock still read 3:00 and she knew that she was the one that would be dead if she could awaken her novice lover.
"Well at least he's not a beginner anymore." she thought to herself as she walked to her friend's bathroom.
Ellen and her partner had made love for the entire day. Five times they had fucked. Ellen had taught him every position that she knew; with her atop his cock, him on top of her, doggie position, with both of them lying facing one another and for the last time of the night ... standing up against the wall. James was a fast learner. Once he had gotten a taste of what it was like to have a woman, there was no stopping him. He cried and begged for it. Each time they had fucked, Ellen would touch his still juicing cock and find it ready to spring back into action. He was a very willing pupil. She had lead him about the bed as one might lead a dog by the leash.
Ellen looked at her face in the mirror. "Oh my god!" she shouted as she saw her face for the first time since the culmination of their interactions.
She looked like a boxer at the end of a fight. The blonde hair that had been her pride and joy was stuck together by the hot heavy errant gobs of cream that had shot from James' meat. She had two black rings under her eyes and her lips were a flaming red, doubtlessly from the hours of blowing that she had done.
She turned on the taps and let the water run onto her hands. The cool water had an instant wakening effect on her senses. She cupped her fingers and brought the water up to her face. The sudden feeling of cold on her visage brought shivers up and down her spine, but the water succeeded in bringing about the desired reaction. Her senses were alive and her brain was alert. She looked at herself in the mirror again and laughed.
"If this is the price that she had to pay, then it was surely worth it." she thought to herself.
Ellen filled a glass with the now chilled water and neared her prone man. From the pain in her loins, her steps were somewhat awkward.
"It feels like I have had a pole up me," she smiled, not really minded that a pole, James' pole had been in her.
She reached the bed and looked at James. She couldn't believe what she saw. Waiting to greet her as she came to the bed was James' rod, stuck up like a flagpole!
Ellen's eyes shot to his face. He had a huge smile to go with the size of his cock. She could tell that he was sleeping but the deep sounds of his well earned breathing. He looked so sweet and peaceful there.
For several seconds, Ellen pondered sliding down his shaft for the sixth time.
"What a great way to wake him." she smiled.
She bent down to meet his massive member. She closed her lips on his flesh and tasted his meat. She had liked her steaks on the salty side, so Ellen loved the taste of her well spent man.
James' still soundly asleep, let out a mild gasp as she licked his cock softly. She played with the glands in his cock with her tongue until she heard him moan loudly. The sound of his nocturnal mating call brought out the mischievous nature in Ellen. She brought her entire mouth down on him. She ate him for awhile until the sounds of his grunts filled the room.
Though her mouth was hopelessly filled, the muffled sounds of Ellen's laughter could be heard. She continued to suck him off until she could sense his cock was about to explode. As the first droplets of cream entered her open mouth, she brought the cup of water over his cock. Her hands gripped his cock and she began to jerk his meat off in a wild manner.
Still asleep, and possibly having the dreams to end all dreams, James continued grunting his passionate verse.
Ellen turned the cup over, the icy water met James' erect rod as it began to spray its load.
The feeling of the water hitting his cock, woke James in a flurry. Remembering that he was on a water bed, the feeling of wetness did more than dampen his cock.
"I'm drowning." he yelled. "We've sprung a leak and we're drowning!"
Ellen laughed and returned her lips to more important business. She gobbled up his last drops of come and looked up at James.
The full measure of what had happened to him were finally reality to him. His loud laughter filled the room as his sexually based grunts had done moments before.
"You're a cock sucker! Did you know that?" he asked between his laughter.
Ellen smiled up to him with his cock still in her mouth. She thought that she was literally answering his question with her actions and so she decided not to speak.
James pulled her up to him. Her pressed her body close to his. Even in his befuddled state, he could feel the glorious design of his girl. He pressed the soft mounds of her tits against his hard chest and basked in the glow that originated in her eyes. Even though she had been through a work out, she was still the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.
After several moments had past, she broke the silence of the scene.
"Come now, we have to be going. You wouldn't believe what time it is." she said to him, attempting to break his grasp.
"I don't want to leave." he smiled at her. "Let's stay here forever. I really think that's a great idea. Don't you?"
"And what, pray tell, would we live on?" she mockingly replied.
"Lust." he laughed.
"You're just like every other man I've known. Once you get a taste of it, you become like a boy with a new toy."
"Toy trains were never like this, believe me." he stated as they both enjoyed the joke.
"Well, if you want to stay here, then what will we do when my friend Gloria gets back."
"What does she look like? Is she pretty?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then I'll take on the both of you." he laughingly bragged.
"One day and already he's crazy." she said.
"Not crazy, cocky." he said, waving his tool at her as she rose from the bed.
"Well cocky, it's time to leave. I have to go to school tomorrow and so do you." Ellen remarked as she entered the bathroom.
"I'm giving up school. I'm going to stay here and become a professional fucker." he said trying to impress her with his new candor.
"O.K. But it three o'clock." she warned.
"In the morning?"
She nodded her head.
"Oh, no it can't be.”
Ellen thought that his face had turned green, but his leaping figure raced by too fast for her to be sure.
"Why didn't you tell me what time it was? My father will kill me." he shouted, no longer playing the role.
"Look at Mr. Macho now." she kidded him as they both hurried into their garments.
They raced to get dressed and their task was completed in record time. Once dressed they paused to look into one another's eyes.
"Thanks for everything, El." he said, becoming serious for the first time since she woke him.
"Don't mention it. And I mean DON'T MENTION IT.” They warmly embraced and left the house. Tonight, James had become a man. He wondered if Ellen had noticed the change in him.
The next morning, Susan woke in her empty bed. It took her several moments to focus upon the fact that she had a lot of work and fences to mend, this particular morning.
She rose rapidly and pulled on her clothing. Not bothering to select an outfit, she gathered whatever was closest to her reach. She pulled open the door to her room and raced down the stairs to the kitchen.
She had to reach her husband before the children did!
She turned the knob of the bathroom door and found that it was opened. She pushed the door opened and found her attacker lying on the tile floor. She gazed at him, wondering if should she step on his balls or kiss him. What was she going to do with him?
Susan decided to let him make the first move this morning. She had inspired him with her actions the day before, but now she would let him control the first moves.
She gently touched his arms and his eyes opened. She could see that they were blood red and she could smell that he had been drinking after he had left her.
She was careful not to show the slightest suggestion of emotion as he came to. George looked at her.
"Adulteress!" he thought to himself.
He rose and walked by his wife without a word. He hadn't planned it this way, but he would play it cool and wait for her to react to him.
Susan watched as her husband went to the sink. He squeezed the handle and the water came rushing out. She looked at him as he admired himself in the mirror.
"What balls!" she thought. "He rapes me, leaves me and now he won't even say a word to me."
Determined not to break from her plan, Susan still observed her spouse. He rinsed his mouth with the water.
"Bad taste in your mouth," she thought. "Good, you should suffer, you bastard."
He spit out the water and looked up at the mirror. He could see that his mental foe was watching his every action. He would not give in. He closed the door, making sure that it was locked securely.
"I'll fix that bitch," he thought.
"This will be the moment." Susan thought.
The years that George had studied acting in school had finally paid off. George "acted" as if his wife were not even in the room, as he pulled down his fly and took out his cock.
Susan heard the sound of the stream of yellow liquid hitting the water of the bowl, but she could not believe that he could so totally ignore her. She reminded herself that he had paid special attention to the fact that he locked them in before doing this action. She reasoned that he was playing the same game as she.
She watched as the last drops of his piss leaked from his cock and designed her own plot.
"If that's the way that he wants to play." she thought.
Susan rose from her seated position and walked to the toilet bowl. She pulled the chain and his piss deposits sank beneath the flow of water.
Susan was careful not to reveal anything to her husband as she turned on the water from the shower. She turned her back to him and pulled off her shirt. She dropped her pants and, as he had left her the day before, she was again, naked before him.
She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped into the shower, determined to elicit a response from him. She pulled the curtains closed, carefully leaving just enough space between the curtain and the wall so that her husband's eyes could view her actions.
She brought the soap to her breasts as George's eyes focused upon the wicked welts that he had caused. He watched as she rubbed the soap into her tits, working up a lather. George felt a rising in his pants, but he fought to control it. He knew that this was what she was trying to do to him.
Susan lowered her hands to her snatch. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted George watching her. She slowly lead the tip of the soap to her clit. The soap moved as if it had a will of its own, as it struck its mark, right on target.
George watched as she raised and lowered the soap, caressing every square inch of her form. All thoughts of Manuel drifted from his mind as he took in the full measure of his wife's body. She turned her back to him and he saw the angry en flamed area around her rounded ass. He remembered entering her rear and wanted to do it again.
She noticed the effect that she was having upon his crotch, she knew that she was really winning this round of their silent warfare. She turned to face him and inserted a soapy finger into her pussy.
First one, then two. Slowly moving them in and out of her delicious snatch. George thought that his cock would jump from his skin, as his wife, the very woman that he so fully dominated the morning before, had him in perfect position
He looked down at his erect cock and wished that he had put it back in his pants when he was through pissing. It stood at attention and let his foe know that she was beating him.
Judging by the red color of his cock, Susan had him just where she wanted him. She made her play. She emitted a low moan from her lips and ease the fingers out of her fiery cunt. She put her fingers into her mouth and savored the taste of her own juices. She closed her eyes and quenched her thirst as the wetness of her box washed down to her stomach.
George wanted her. He knew that she was doing just what she wanted to him. If he were to take her, even forcefully, then she, not he would dominate. He would not submit to her. He could not.
Against the sounds of rushing water, Susan inserted the head of the bar of soap into her vagina. Inching it in slowly, allowing her hard husband to imagine that it was his cock, she slid her lathery lover into her womb. First in and then out, she pulled and pushed her waxened love.
George watched as the tempo of her thrusts increased dramatically. He noticed a bubble rise up out of her box and he actually thought that the soap was coming. The creamy bar was fucking his wife as Manuel had the day before!
This action was more than George could stand.
"Fuck this, bitch!" he screamed as he tore the shower curtain from its rungs.
He grabbed his wife by the neck and pulled her from the water's security. He forced her over the rim of the tub and cursed himself for his actions. He heard his wife's harsh laughter and it drove him wild. The sound echoed and echo throughout the room as he pressed his bristling face to meet her wet boobs. He sucked them hard. He wanted to force the laughter from her lips. He wanted to bit away her wall of indifference.
Susan was helpless against her husband's assault. Her feet were still soapy and she could not get a firm footing on the floor. He forced her over the rim of the tub. Her cunt was arched up at his face, teasing him, daring him to enter.
The water from the shower shot onto her face as she felt the first inches of his tormented talon enter her. He forced his cock down her cunt. He wanted it to be hard for her but the work that she had done to herself made his cock feel warmly welcome.
George rammed his meat into her for all he was worth. He didn't care that this was what the bitch had wanted. This was what had to be done. His pulsating piece dove deeply into her. He rode her pussy for all he was worth. If this was what the cunt wanted then this was what she would get!
Susan felt a moan escaping her mouth. She must not let George hear it.
He had.
"That's right. You love it! I'll fuck you senseless." he raged.
The harsh tones of his vile voice rang around the room like a World War II buzz bomb nearing the ground. His voice was just what Susan needed to return her to the task at hand. She returned his volley, aiming for a death blow.
"Right. I love it. But you don't last long enough to give it to me," she spat as she dodged the waves of water.
"I'll kill you." he responded.
He had no intention of killing her, just fucking the shit out of her. He concentrated all of his efforts on making her respond to him. He must. He could not let her win.
Susan tried her best to meet her husband's wild thrusts. Even in this position she could try. She tightened the taut muscles in her pussy and contracted them around his cock. She met his lunges and humped wildly. She felt that she would win.
George felt the sensations in Ids cock becoming more susceptible to the warmth and wetness in her cunt. He could feel the contracting of her pussy squeeze his remaining endurance from him. He cried as he felt himself coming. He couldn't give in to her.
"Please, no." he cried.
Susan heard his voice and could feel his sperm shooting into her fur box. She sensed the kill and flung herself to furious action. She humped him for all she was worth.
George felt his semen shooting and he heard Susan's laughter mocking him. He wanted to shut her up with his cock, but his meat had betrayed him.
He cursed his coming cock and cursed his wife. He knew that she had gotten her revenge. Why couldn't he make her swallow her laughing, mocking tones? Why?
Susan felt his cock pull out of her cunt and his last few droplets fell onto her belly. She rose from out of the stream of shower water. She looked at her husband. She saw his eyes follow her as she stepped back into the shower. She would wash his sperm from her body. She watched his face disappear from her sight as she pulled the curtain silently closed.
George stared at the closed curtain and listened to the water rush over her body. For what seemed like ages to him, he watched, waiting for her to say anything to him. The only sounds that he heard was the water turned off.
Zombie-like, she saw her husband watch her as she dried off her body. Slowly, putting on the best show that she could, she patted a towel to her chest. They hurt from the furious action that he had inflicted upon them, but she did not allow her face to betray the pain that she felt.
She was the castrating bitch.
She was the winner!
George knew that words would not be exchanged. He opened the door and felt his way to the kitchen table. He sat down in his chair. It had been inscribed:
HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD
Somehow, he didn't feel that the title fit.