Chapter 6
Susan had dressed and combed her hair. Her thoughts drifted off the actions that had recently transpired.
"I guess we're even now." she thought to herself and smiled.
She wondered how her relationship with her husband might change now that she felt that they were equal. He had certainly gotten the best of her in their bedroom the day before, but she could feel his dominance over her wane, as he pulled his cock from her in the bathroom this morning.
She started to look in on her daughter, Ellen. She advanced several steps in that direction but thought better of it when she reached the door.
"It sounded as if she had gotten in really late, last night and maybe I should just let her sleep." she thought.
Susan walked down the stairs leading to the kitchen thinking of what she could do with the day. She would not just sit around waiting for George to come home. Of that, she was certain. Perhaps she could call on her neighbor, Tammy Harrington.
Susan entered the closet and took her coat off the hanger. It was a light, thin leather jacket which was perfect for the weather that they had been having lately. The weather was really beautiful, but still, you needed something, just in case it turned cold.
Her brisk steps brought her to the picket fence outside the Harrington farm, in several minutes. She lifted the latch off the lock and entered onto the grounds.
"Where's Michael." she thought. "It was strange not to see him working on the farm on a Saturday." her thoughts continued.
She walked up to the door and beat the knocker harshly. She really wanted to see her friend, just to relax and have a cup of coffee, maybe, just maybe, she might forget awhile. The loud contact between iron and wood gave off a wicked sound that rang through the house.
"Tammy. It's me, Susan."
After a short pause in which she returned the knocker to the door, she heard the rapid footsteps of her neighbor nearing the door. Susan saw the door open and a haggard, Tammy standing in the vestibule.
"Hi." Tammy greeted.
"Hi." Susan responded, eager to ask her friend about her condition.
Tammy lead her friend into the house and the two good friends sat next to each other on the couch.
"Tammy, I hate to sound as if I'm being nosey but, are you alright?"
"Sure." she answered, trying to be cheerful, but not too convincingly.
Tammy wanted to tell her friend what happened, but she wasn't sure how she would react. After all, George did have his cock in her mouth and she didn't exactly spit it out.
"Tammy, I know that something is wrong. Why don't you tell me? Maybe I could help." she said as she took her friend's hand.
"No. I'm alright. I just feel a little under the weather."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Tammy's hand tighten hard on Susan's. Susan knew that her friend was lying. "Why didn't she want to tell me?" Susan thought. "What could have happened that was so wrong that she could be embarrassed to tell me."
Susan ran the intimate knowledge that she had interrelated with Tammy. They had openly discussed their abortions, lovers, sexual problems, marriage problems and even the problem that Tammy was having with her sterility.
"Listen to me, hon." Susan said. "Whatever is wrong, and I can tell that something is wrong, you can tell me. After all, haven't we discussed everything with each other."
Tammy looked into her friend's pretty face. It had a halo of warmth surrounding it that made Tammy feel that she could open up to her. She knew that there was nothing she had to be worried about with her friend.
"Alright, but don't forget, you asked me to tell you." She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as the words leaked from her mouth.
"Listen, after all we've been through, just don't worry." Susan offered.
Susan took a firm grasp of her friend's hand and prepared to tell her what happened.
The words began to flow slowly from Tammy's lips.
"Last night ... I was just cooking ... you know, and I was trying to save the roast. Well, it was late and I was worried because Mike had never come home that late before. Suddenly, in he comes, all in a rage because of that guy, you know, the one that works for you?"
"Manuel." Susan started to sense the worst.
"That's right, Manuel. Mike was screaming about me and Manuel. That's all I could make out because he was drunk, 'Manuel' he kept on shouting."
Susan felt her beating heart pounding in her chest as her friend continued her story. She hoped that she would be wrong, but somehow she felt that George's name would enter the story soon.
"Suddenly, he grabs me and George ... " Tammy realized that the rest of her story would be even more difficult to say.
Susan heard the rest of her friend's words but they didn't register in her mind. As Tammy's tale slowly unfolded, Susan's heart started to quicken, and she started to think, her mind flashed the pictures of George and Tammy. With the fury that he was feeling toward women, she felt sorry for her friend. She knew that Tammy would not lead George on, but she also knew that George was out to punish all women through her.
"Oh Tammy, I'm so sorry." Susan said as she drew her friend closer to her. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you did nothing to provoke their assault."
"I'm so glad that you understand. They were so strong and it happened so fast ... " Tammy's voice melted into tears. She held Susan's body tightly to hers.
Susan's feeling of sorrow suddenly switched to feelings of anger.
"George had gotten to her. He had done her in," her vengeance seeking mind thought. "I must get even with him."
"Tammy, you said that they both attacked you?"
Tammy shock her head.
"Well George did the same to me, too."
"Are you serious? Men can be such animals."
"They can also be such ignorant fools."
"What do you mean?"
"When it comes to pleasing a women, they think that they must first brutalize their bodies."
Susan stood in front of the couch. She pulled off her thin jacket and placed it on the place beside her friend.
"Let me show you what George did to me." Susan said as she opened her blouse.
Tammy's eyes fixed on her friend's fingers as they slowly unfastened the first of four buttons that held her from her view. The first and second buttons were undone and Tammy saw the slightest hint of the cleavage that she was so envious of.
Susan opened her blouse and revealed the wicked welt that George had inflicted upon her nipples.
"He did this with his hands." Susan said as she teasingly brought her tits up to Tammy's face.
"Does it still hurt?"
"They're still very sensitive to the touch." she said as she brought her friend's fingers up to their points. "They still hurt me over here and here."
Tammy felt the soft mounds of flesh. She had never felt the skin of another women's breast and these massive boobs felt very pleasing to her.
"Ow!" Susan faked. "You have to be very careful not to hurt me."
Tammy had been hypnotized but the size and shape of her friend's tits. She did not remember squeezing them so hard. She didn't want her friend to get the wrong idea and she felt her face blushing with redness.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
She knew that the tension was building in Tammy and she intended to increase her sensation through her shame. She wanted Tammy to know that she was touching her breasts. She wanted Tammy to enjoy it.
With all of the knowledge that the two had exchanged about sex, Susan knew that her friend had never been with one of her own genre before. She had neglected to tell Tammy of her experiences with her own lesbian lover, that summer in college. She was only sixteen then, although she had developed fully and she was swimming with her best friend at the time, Joyce Evens. Joyce was a fun person to be with and they often avoided the usual Friday night dates to hang out together.
This one evening after school, they found each other examining the difference in the way that they were developing. Although Susan was very big and full, Joyce was slim and small. They fondled each other and ended up the evening in a glorious sixty-nine, which resulted in Susan's first acknowledged orgasm.
Susan thought of that evening as she lead Tammy's fingers on an exploration of the surface of her breasts. She glided them over the points of her nipples and bought them around the pink outline surrounding her nipples.
Tammy felt herself enjoying the experience that Susan was leading her through. It was a welcome change to feel the softness of a woman's flesh after she had been brutally creamed by her two attacker's hard pricks the evening before. The softness of her skin was very pleasing, and she knew she liked it.
Tammy felt as if she would like to taste the mounds of flesh that hung before her mouth. Slowly, she advanced her lips.
"If Susan reacts strangely to this, I'll pretend that I was just trying to help her." Tammy thought as she pursed her lips upon the pink flesh.
Susan looked down at her friend.
"If George could get her, then I must have her too." Susan felt.
She felt her friend tentatively kiss the points of her breast. When she didn't receive any discouragement, Susan felt Tammy's lips part and her soft, wet tongue lick lovingly at her tits. She closed her eyes as her friend's tongue cleansed her of her last feelings of pain.
Tammy let her tongue roam over the tip of her tits. She felt the point of the nipple raise and harden. Gently, she brought her teeth down on the building object. She heard Susan gasp.
"Come with me." Susan suggested as she lead her friend's hands to the floor.
She pulled Tammy on top of her and advanced her lips to meet her friend's. Hungrily, their mouths met in a heated kiss. Tammy's lips parted to allow the welcome entrance of Susan's tongue. Susan darted her dart playfully against her lover's. She let her tastes mix with her juices.
Tammy let her tongue just dance with Susan's. She followed her lead, as their tongues flicked together. She had never tasted another woman before and she wanted more.
Susan let her hands slide down her friend's body. Through the thin shirt that she was wearing, she could feel every contour, every rib in her back. She pulled the shirt up from her waist. Tammy responded by lifting her stomach so that the shirt could travel rapidly up her frame. Without ever removing her tongue form her mouth, Susan lifted the tee shirt over her breasts. Tammy's small, firm points wiggled out of their container and hugged snugly against Susan's more massive mounds. The touching of soft flesh to soft flesh, was uniquely feminine. Tammy's entire brain centered on the sensations that her nipples were feeding her. The pleasurable sensations that she felt were driving her to want to explore more.
Susan broke their kiss long enough to finish removing the shirt from Tammy's back. She glimpsed the thin, though well conditioned tone of the other woman's body as it was lowered against her own.
"Oh Susan," Tammy moaned. "I need you so badly."
Susan's lowered her mouth onto her friend's. Their full lips met again. As they were kissing body, Susan moved her hands towards the running shorts that her friend was wearing. The black cotton shorts slid easier off her silkened rear. Susan felt that her friend was not wearing any panties as she separated the two mounds of her ass. She gripped them tightly as she advanced her index finger to the circumference of her hole. She massaged it gently, getting it ready for her entry.
Susan heard Tammy gasp with pleasure as she inserted her finger into her awaiting hole.
"Mike had done this to her before, but never with such understanding." Tammy thought.
She sighed as her friend expertly glided her fingers into and out of her ass. She bit down softly on Susan's lower lip.
Turned on to an even greater extent by her partner's reactions, Susan ventured her hand toward Tammy's pulsating pussy. She felt Tammy's pelvis rise as her hand moved toward its destination.
Tammy continued to feel the rapturous waves of delight coming from her friend's expertly placed performance in her well, as she felt a new orifice of her body being invaded. Lovingly, she felt Susan slide a finger into her cunt. She felt her juice oozing out of her every pore to welcome this visitor.
Tammy's cunt began to dance on the end of her friend's fingers as she felt another and still another slim stick enter into her hole. She was experiencing two very different feelings at once, when her cunt rose upward in response to her fingers, Susan's other set of five, drove more deeply into her ass. It was a tender mixture of pleasure and pain and Tammy blessed them both.
Susan drove her hands in like a double headed prick. She fucked both of her friend's hole simultaneously. She was doing the job that both of the men did the night before! A sense of pride in a job well done filled Susan. She drove her friend further to an even more frenzied state.
"Let me do you!" Tammy exclaimed between gasps.
Susan slide her fingers from Tammy's openings and allowed Tammy's starved mouth to drink in the fullness of her breast. Her lips quenched themselves thirstily on her nipples. She brought the two of them together and licked them both, wildly.
Tammy lowered her lips to Susan's flat belly. She let her lips lavish themselves on her deep, perfectly round button. She slid her tongue into her hole and felt Susan's body squirm beneath her mouth.
Her fingers opened the fastener of Susan's pants and slid down her zipper. Susan lifted her ass to allow Tammy to remove her pants. Tammy gazed at the long, luscious legs of her neighbor and her stained panties. They were wet with the juices that Tammy needed to drink!
Like a person who hadn't eaten for weeks, Tammy tore the panties off of Susan. She parted her legs and felt Tammy's liquid tongue lap at her pussy juices.
Tammy parted the lips of her cunt and saw a slight bulging of rich red flesh jutting out at her. She gripped the flesh in her teeth and gnawed at it like the last piece of meat on a drumstick of a turkey.
"Christ, that feels good." Susan cried.
The encouragement was all that Tammy needed. She totally engulfed the juicy clit in her mouth. Her tongue tenderly played with its tip. She heard Susan's loud panting and it made the pounded of her desires register in her heart. As she was sucking at her clit, she inserted two of her fingers into Susan's hot cunt. She felt Susan's flesh leap as she fingered the interiors of her tunnel.
"My ass, too." Susan begged.
Susan raised the cheeks of her behind and she felt the probing of Tammy's fingers at the entrance of her hole. She dropped her ass quickly, forcing her friend's fingers into her. Susan screamed with delight as the fingers reamed her ass.
Surprised at the suddenness of the entrance, but nonetheless delighted, Tammy continued her sucking, fingering and prodding.
She had never taste a woman before. It was a strange and new taste. As Susan's deliciously generous cunt sprayed her mouth with its cream, she savored each drop. At first, she found the taste to be disconcerting, but now she found it to be the rarest of natural wines. She swallowed every last drop that she could find with her fingers and lips. She felt drunk with passion as she felt Susan turn her body.
Susan positioned herself so that she could both give and receive. In a déjàvu of the evening many summers in the past, Tammy opened her thighs to allow Susan complete entry.
Susan lapped at Tammy's juices in the same way that her friend was doing to her. The electricity of their sensual contact brought shocks to both of the conductors. They were both lost in their feelings and senses as they drown in the realm of tastes and smells that they were savoring.
Simultaneously, their lips cried out with their mutual orgasm. Amongst pants and cries they embraced each other tightly. Each trying to transmit to the other, the excitement that they had brought.
When Susan felt her sensations slowly ebbing, she looked into Tammy's eyes and knew that she owned her. She had chopped another inch off of her husband's dominance!
Back in their house, Ellen's tired eyes opened to face the day. Slowly, she bent to see the face of the clock. She couldn't believe it when she read:
2:00 P.M.
As the digital clock blazed its message into her eyes, Ellen wondered how she could have been so foolish as to allow herself to so grossly oversleep.
She attempted to get out of her bed, but every muscle in her body ached with the pain that James had so lavishly administered with his body. Ellen's lips smiled against the pain of her aching body, as she flashed a rerun of their marathon fucking that had left her so achingly laid up.
"Ow!" her back cried its painful message to her lips.
Carefully, she pulled her beaten body off of her mattress.
"God, do I ache," she thought.
As she tried to walk to the bathroom, she found out that the pain in her legs and back were minor compared to the searing sensations that her over worked loins were sending. She inched to the steps leading to the downstairs and repeated her statement of the night before.
"I'd swear I was fucking a gorilla."
When she said that to James during their good night kiss, his face lit up like a thousand Christmas trees. For a novice in the methods of love, James had handled himself, and her, very well.
She thought of him as she lowered herself, one step at a time toward the kitchen. After what seemed to her like years, she reached her destination. She pushed the doors of the kitchen opened and entered the room. Inching toward the refrigerator, she grabbed a glass. She opened the refrigerator doors and removed a container of orange juices. She poured herself a glass and lowered herself into a chair.
After several moments of switching her positions in the chair to find the least painful one, Ellen reached for the glass of vitamin C.
The cool orange liquid flowed through her mouth and brought her taste buds back to life. She had a terrible taste of blood in her mouth. She guessed that her evening of cock sucking had caused her gums to bleed. As the juice washed down her throat, she had to laugh to herself, as she began to find herself and her thoughts again turned to James.
"A country boy. A little slow. Not all that great looking," she rationalized. She thought a few more moments about the negative aspects of her newest lover and then she smiled. In spite of everything, or because of it, she found that she had cared a great deal for him.
She downed the remaining drops of her juice and gingerly rose from the table. She walked to the bathroom and enter it. Ellen remembered what she had looked like in her friend Gloria's mirror and decided that it would be best to take a shower before braving such an experience again.
She pulled back the curtains and turned the knob of the shower. Its water spray into the tub rapidly and the steam from the hot water filled the room. Within seconds, the thick, hot fog made the visibility in the room difficult.
Pulling off her Baby Doll pajamas, she stretched out her aching body.
"A hot shower was all that I needed." she thought.
Approaching the house from the outside, was George Kilmer. His mind was dazed with the combination of depression, anger and alcohol. He had gone to the bar to receive his strength and his mission was an obvious success, he was drunk.
He swaggered up the steps to the house and entered the doorway. He called out the name of his wife but he found there was no reply. "Where the hell was she?"
George carefully placed his steps on the rug. He wanted to be certain not to fall again. He had bruised his calf on a rock outside of the bar when he was leaving and he did not want that to happen again.
Ellen entered the hot shower and basked in the glorious water. Her flesh received the heated liquid with a sigh of relief. Ellen raised her arms to the ceiling and stretched her muscles to the limit. The effects of the water had allow her tightened shoulders to loosen up and Ellen found that she was feeling better.
The sound of the on-rushing water blocked out any other noises in the house. Her father's loud cries of, "Susan, Susan" went unnoticed by her ears. Ellen closed her eyes and her ears to everything but the sounds of calming water and thoughts of her night with James. He was really going to be a good lover.
George wandered about the house looking for his vengeful wife. He didn't know what he would do to her when he saw her, but he was quite sure that she would have to be made to understand that she couldn't push him around.
"Fucking bitch!" he cried.
He remembered that a good stiff prick up the ass had brought her to her knees before and maybe that would do it again.
"Fucking bitch," he cried again.
The alcohol made him feel as strong as he did last night when he and Harrington had done in his unfaithful slut.
"Another one that had to be taught a lesson." he thought angrily.
He walked up the steps to their bedroom hoping to find her there. He took the steps and paused one a moment upon the landing. Through his glassy eyes, he surveyed the area.
"No one up here." he said. "Maybe she's not home now." he reasoned.
George started to enter his bedroom when he thought that he heard the sounds of the shower running.
"Is that slut still in the shower?" his heart pounded wildly as his brain leapt to the conclusion. "She's in the shower, hoping to make a fool out of me again!" George raced down the steps to the kitchen bathroom.
Ellen was soaping up her arms, enjoying the comforting waves of wetness that bathed her. She rinsed off her arm and brought the soap to her breast.
"I don't really want to wash off his lips." she thought smilingly. "But a guess he'll come to visit me again."
Ellen wondered what James was doing right then. "I'll bet that he's calling up all of his friends and telling them about his exploits.” She laughed as she pictured his friend, Jumbo's pudgy little face turning red with excitement as he began to feel his cock, and his pudgy little hands jerking off his little prick as James described the scene. His hands jerking his three inch prick as he grew more and more excited, with each of the details that he heard exactly as James described every segment of their fucking to him.
"I bet that fat dog never had a girl yet," she pleasantly conjectured.
She brought the soap in big circles, working up a mountainous lather. She washed her makeup off her face and stepped into the full force of the water. She felt great as the warm water wash over her. She lowered the soap to her resting cunt and began to wash the remains of James semen and her juices from her. When the last remains of jism had swam down the pipes, Ellen reached for her shampoo. She emptied the remaining contents of the clear bottle into her hands and returned the empty-container to the window shelf.
George pressed his ears to the door of the bathroom. He heard the shower running loudly in the room.
"So she is in there, the bitch." he thought. "Well this time, I'll be ready." he continued.
George ripped off the old army jacket that he had been wearing and threw it to the floor. In rapid succession he stripped off his shirt and pants. When he removed his last remaining sock, he was ready for action!
Ellen had worked up a rather large head of lather in her hair. For a moment, she pretended to be doing a shampoo commercial that she had seen on television. She pulled her soapy head up and became an Egyptian princess. She was continuing her fantasies when a portion of the stingy soap entered into her eyes. Immediately, she emerged her head into the water. She closed her eyes tightly as the water rushed the soap from her head.
Ellen couldn't see the knob of the door turn. She couldn't see the door opening. She never saw her father's hairy palm pull the curtain back.
In his drunken condition, George thought that Ellen, his daughter, was his wife. Even a sober man might have trouble telling the difference between these two from the rear. They both had long blonde hair and they both shared the same rounded figure that show itself to George's angry eyes.
"Bitch!" Susan heard a man's voice cry.
She turned to the area that she thought the voice came from, but her eyes were covered in shampoo lather and she could not see. She felt a strong grasp close around her waist and pull her from the shower.
"Oh no." she cried in shock to her unknown assailant.
"I should kill you." the voice shouted. "But I have something better than that in mind for you."
George dragged the wet body of his daughter from the tub and threw her to the floor. He flung his naked body on top of her and pinned her to the floor. All the while calling her a bitch.
"You love it!" he cried. "And know you're going to get it."
Ellen swung wildly with her arms and legs. She still couldn't clear her eyes, but she tried to land a blow to her attacker's balls.
George answered her defensive attempts with a hard fist crashing to her jaw. He heard her whimper with the landing of the blow. The impact of the blow, caused the wet body beneath him to go limp.
George spread the legs and reached between his own legs to his cock. His meat sprang to attention and pointed it anger toward his daughter's defenseless loins.
"You wanted it, and now you'll get it," he repeated his threat.
He rammed his rock hard meat into her. Ellen thought that her body would give in under the huge weight of the man who was violating her. She felt the air being crushed out of her lungs, as this awful creature who smelled of alcohol rammed his rod into her bruised pussy. She had tried not to resist because she fear a violent reprisal of the fists.
George thought of the humiliation that Susan had put him through. "How fitting," he thought as he ripped her pussy with his hard raging cock. He was insane with lust and revenge, the alcohol only magnified the insanity that he felt in his heart. He began pumping very hard and fast with his lance. "How fitting to get my vengeance in the same room as she had gotten me."
He forced his burning spear into her cunt with all the force that he could muster. There was no need for him to be gentle in his technique, he was fucking a castrating whore. He closed his eyes as he felt the juices of her cunt fill, making his raping so much more enjoyable.
"That's right, baby." he said mocking her loins. "Get into it. Cause I'm getting into you." his laughter filled the room.
Ellen hated herself for starting to join in the rhythm of his fuck. She was really trying to be totally passive in her receiving of his meat, but she found herself getting into the brutality of his actions. Her breathing became noticeably quicker, drawing in with his plunges and out with his pulling back.
George noticed this change in her breathing and he felt her tunnel tighten upon his meat.
"She loved it!" he thought. "I have won!"
His engine racing with the thoughts of his conquest, George pounded home his cock to the finish line. He savored her writhing pussy and pushed his lips down on hers.
Ellen didn't want to, but her lips responded to his. Her lips parted to allow the disgusting taste of his hundred proof saliva drool into her mouth. The vileness of his taste added to the dark pleasure that she felt. She really couldn't understand this feeling.
George plunged his tongue hungry for her passion, into her awaiting mouth. He relished the fact that she was now, totally in her control. He let his saliva into her mouth and he felt her freely drink it down. He bit her lower lip and he tasted her blood. He let the taste of her blood flow across his gums. He sucked it up in his mouth and then spit in back into hers.
Ellen found herself savoring the taste of her own blood. Somehow it fit the moment perfectly. She could still not open her eyes, as she felt his rod fill her hole again and again.
George felt his sperm building in his cock. He wildly pounded at her. He would make her beg for more. He heard her cry out when he gave her his hardest thrusts. He felt himself coming but he didn't want himself to come in her cunt.
With the memories out Tammy Harrington's cream coat face in his head, George pulled out his juicing meat. He aimed the head of his cock at her face and jerked off wildly, hoping to pump up his sperm.
Ellen, felt a sense of lost as his cock slipped from her vaginal grasp. She felt panic and wanted more. She cursed herself for saying, "Please don't stop!"
His laughter and mocking tones greeted her with his answer. Within seconds, his come shot from his rod landing its load squarely on target. He laughed with cruel delight as the spunk found it's make.
Ellen felt the hot cream land on her face. She opened her mouth to catch the next thick white bomb. It landed in her mouth and she allow it to rest there. Again she felt the spraying of his hot spunk, for some reason she was starting to enjoy the feel of his jism on her face. This time, she felt the hot semen land on her eyes, making it that much more difficult to open them.
George coated her open mouth with his come and relish in the victory that he was experiencing. His cannon shot another load onto her stained face and he relished in the swallowing of his load.
He took his cock and lashed it in her face. His penis whipped her again. He watched as she opened her mouth and received his throbbing member. She licked every last drop of ooze from his cock.
Ellen let the come filter down her throat. She had been raped; both physically and no matter how much she hated to think of it, mentally too. She let his cock slide, out of her mouth and she fell back to the floor. She rested there and waited to see if her humiliation would be over. She felt her attacker rise from her on she felt both relief and sorrow. For the first time, she noticed that the water was still running.
George stood and left the bathroom. He closed the door and turned to the steps. He mounted them slowly. When he got to the top of the stairs he heard the door opening behind him. He turned to see who was about to enter, when he realized that he was nude.
Even in his condition, George managed to make it to his room in time. He slammed the door behind himself and tried to gain a semblance of composure.
"I have to try to cool it out," he really thought to himself while he pulled on a pair of his old army pants. "I showed that bitch, once and for all, I showed her who is boss."