Chapter 11
As Louise drove home that night, she felt that she had won a great victory. She even wondered if she needed to go back to her headshrinker, for she had started a communication with a man somewhere near her age that she enjoyed and she could feel the compulsion for young boys fading.
This gave her such a sense of relief she felt she ought to celebrate. She stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of expensive pink champagne.
Arriving home, she chilled it. Just as she was about to pour some, the phone rang.
"Louise?" the voice asked.
"This is Miss Douglas," she said. "Who is this?"
"Brad," the voice replied.
"Brad?" she said. "What are you calling me now for?"
"I want to get my rocks off tonight," he said simply.
"It's out of the question, Brad," she said nervously. "We had sex this afternoon at the office. Wasn't that enough?"
"I've got it on the tape recorder," he said, "and I think you'd better have sex with me unless you want me to send a copy of the recording to the doctor."
"You wouldn't do a thing like that?" she exclaimed as she slammed her champagne glass to the floor sending the pink bubbly liquid all over the carpet.
"Oh yes I would," he said. "I've got you where I want you. Anything for a good piece of ass that I could use. I've needed an affair for some time and it looks like you're the one."
"I'm flattered that I'm elected to that position," she said. "But please count me out. It's out of the question."
"Is it?" he asked. "I don't think it is."
"Oh Brad," she said angrily, "stop it!"
"No baby," he said, "I'm coming over. You just gave me your phone number Louise—now give me the address."
She was so nervous that she grabbed the phone and paced the floor. She was trying to think of some way out, around or beyond her problem, but an answer never came.
"I don't want to wait here all night," the boy said impatiently, "I want to get my rocks off. I'm hot as hell—tell me where you live."
The intensity with which he said it made her realize that lust could be something far from pleasure. It could be something horrible, something vicious and evil and cruel.
"I'm going to hang up in about thirty seconds," he exclaimed.
"Alright, dammit," she exclaimed, "I'm going to tell you where it is."
She gave Brad her address and then she slammed down the phone. She was so angry now she didn't know what to do. The champagne had made such a mess of her carpet along with the broken glass, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry over that, as she had a major problem that she didn't know how to confront.
She didn't know where to turn, for who could sympathize with anyone who had done something as disgusting as she knew she had done. For a moment she thought about taking her life, but she knew that wasn't the answer.
She was so tormented now that she decided she might leave the apartment. If she wasn't there, what could he do?
She thought she would leave the carpet a mess and not bother to clean it, but on second thought she hated to think of stepping on the glass.
She took time to clean up the carpet, then going to the bedroom, she decided to get dressed again. She had gotten into something comfortable to stay around the house but now she would be going out and knew she would need something to wear.
Just as she completed dressing, she heard the doorbell ring. Going to the door, sure enough Brad was standing there with a delighted look on his face.
"Well, where were you going?" he grinned.
"I was going out," she admitted.
"I guess I got here just in time," he chuckled.
"Just in time," she told him nervously.
He looked at the mess she had made on the floor and he commented crisply:
"Been drinking or something?"
"Yes," she said, "I was drinking some champagne to celebrate."
"Celebrate what?" he asked curiously.
"To celebrate nothing," she said. "Do you want some?"
Louise was using strategy now. She calculated that if she could get him to drink enough he would get so bombed out that he wouldn't want sex. But Brad replied smoothly:
"I don't drink."
"You wouldn't," she snapped.
He shook his head not understanding why she acted this way.
"Why did you say that?" he demanded. "One minute you ask me to drink and then you get angry when I don't. Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing you'd understand," she said. "I suppose we might as well get it over."
"Now don't be that way," he said. "I want to enjoy it. Do you mind?"
"Should I?" the nurse asked.
"If you're going to be bitchy about this, I'm not going to enjoy it. Right now let's get one thing straight. If you want to fuck me and I think you do, don't act so bitchy."
When he put it that way bluntly, she realized she might as well stop acting this way. As long as he wanted to have sex and she could think of no way out she figured she might as well go through with it.
"Alright," he said, "let's have some fun baby. How would you like it if you threw your legs around me and I grabbed your ass and fucked you standing up?"
She looked at Brad's muscular body and figured that this might indeed be a pleasure. She had never had sex like this, and she thought maybe she would enjoy it.
"How about that?" he smiled as he began undressing.
She followed him and began undressing too.
"Well, we might as well go into the bedroom," she said smoothly.
Going into the bedroom, he watched her take off her clothes. As each was tossed aside, he became more and more eager to satisfy his lusty sexual desires.
"You sure got a gorgeous body," he said, "I mean I have never seen a woman whose breasts stood up like yours do. A lot of chicks' tits sag, but yours don't. They're beautiful."
"Why thank you," she smiled.
Going over to her, he suddenly put his mouth over her nipple and started sucking, then his hot hands grasped her behind and he was giving her sensual excitement that made her pussy juices surface.
It was strange how all of a sudden she was turned on with Brad once more. Apparently the sex that she had had with the doctor didn't last, and her passion for hot blooded young boys was returning.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "let's get on the bed and have some fun. How about that?"
"I told you I'm going to do it standing up," he reminded her.
She went over to the bed and lay down. She still didn't like the idea of throwing her legs around and his gripping her asscheeks and fucking her in that position. It seemed kind of weird to her.
"Come back here," the young boy demanded as he gripped his huge cock and tried to lure her with it.
He succeeded in doing so, and the nurse got off the bed and walked back to the young male patient.
"Alright," she said, "I'll do this silly fuck if you insist."
"I want to watch it in the mirror too," he admitted.
Going over to the mirror, she raised one leg up. He gripped her asscheeks and pulled her forward. As he did so, he fitted his penis smoothly into her pussy.
She shoved forward, and then began fucking him vigorously. She threw her other leg around him and soon they were engaged in a hot sexy session.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fucky baby. That's what I want, fuck!"
Ramming it into her with her legs around him and his hot hands on her buttocks, he was enjoying himself immensely.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Come on Sweetheart, do me. Fuck fast. Oh baby, twist your ass. Now you're fucking. Give me a good fuck."
She was brushing her bosoms over his chest as he fucked. She loved his hot hands on her buttocks. She wondered what it would feel like if he slid a finger up her asshole. She had done this with men when she was screwing them and she was eager to know what it would feel like.
"Baby," she said huskily, "why don't you slide a finger up my asshole?"
"I'd rather slide my dick up your asshole," he said sexily.
"You can do that later," she said, "but right now loosen up the ass with your finger. How about that?"
"Alright," he agreed, as he went on grinding his dick into her pussy.
Vigorously working her well-controlled pussy muscles on his sliding tool, he felt electrical waves of sexual pleasure shooting up and down his spine.
Gently prying her asscheeks apart, he slid a finger to her tight anal opening. Then gently he eased the finger up the tight anal channel. Now she had two holes filled. She loved the sliding finger and gripped it with her ass muscles.
"Oh, that feels good," she said, "real good. Kiss me baby, let your tongue pump into my mouth like a small prick and I'll be getting it in every hole. In my cunt, in my asshole, and in my mouth."
He delighted in the fact that when he had come there she didn't want it, now she couldn't get enough of him. He pressed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her like a penis just as she had requested. As his tongue pumped against her tongue and his pecker slid into her pussy and his finger glided into her asshole, she felt she was getting a good fuck out of it all.
He continued thrusting a few moments more and then she could tell from the passionate jabs he was giving her that he would be juicing shortly.
Pulling her mouth away from his, she exclaimed: "Oh I'm cuming! I made it before you did."
"Not by much," he exclaimed as he gave a final thrust.
The hot white cream exploded in her pussy and gripping his tool tightly, she twisted her hips around.
"Oh just like that," he said as he felt her vigorous movements milking him.
He continued shooting until he had finished getting the balls off. Then she got one leg down as she eased herself off his cock.
He slapped her ass as she went back to her bed.
"I'm going to fuck that too," he said. "I've fucked everything else on you and I'm going to find out what your asshole feels like."
"Well from what they tell me," the nurse smiled, "it feels plenty good baby."
"Let me find out for myself," he said, "I'll bet it's nice and tight—a real challenge."
"Would you care for anything to drink?" she smiled. "Booze, anything you want."
"How about some orange juice?" Brad smiled.
He had the look of the All American boy and this appealing expression on his face triggered her to want to please him.
"You know there's something funny I'd like to do before you go get that orange juice," he smiled.
"What sweetheart?" she asked him.
"Well I've always wanted to get a look at a woman's buttocks," he said, "and I'm going to look at yours."
"Let me douche first," she told him.
She went to the bathroom and took care of herself. Returning, she smiled at him. She had scented her pussy with strawberry, and she knew that she would be very appealing to him.
"I want to lie on my back and look up at your pussy," he said, "so you come over here and straddle me and let me just look up at you."
She knelt on her knees over his face and he glanced up at her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Now part your pussy lips," he said, "and give me a peek. OK?"
He was smiling now as he looked at her luscious pussy lips. The aroma of her appealed to him as well as the sight of her. The quivering moist pink flesh turned his tongue on.
Reaching with his tongue, he licked along her slit.
"Oh! that feels so good," he exclaimed. "Yes baby, real good."
The hot tongue pumped into her vagina, and she pressed down on him.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "I love it baby."
Now he was grasping her asscheeks and letting his tongue twirl around inside her velvety vagina.
"Keep it up baby," the nurse said, "eat my pussy, oh baby, I want you to do me, just like that, lover. Now you're doing it. Come on sweetheart, eat me."
Driving his tongue into her, he licked vigorously. She was becoming so excited now she could hardly control herself. Reaching down, she let her fingers run through his hair.
"Oh baby," she groaned in delight, "give me your tongue. Reach way in there. Love it, lick it, yes baby, that's how I like it. Come on sweetheart, suck me."
As the hot tongue pumped into her she pressed forward. She guided him over her mound and told him in a soft voice: "Oh Brad baby, eat my cunt, love me. Oh lover boy, lick me."
Suddenly the idea of having him lick some honey out of her cunt gripped her. She pulled off him and he looked up and asked why.
"I want to put some honey in my pussy," she replied. "You'll enjoy it more that way."
As she got off the bed, he glanced at her naked asscheeks as she walked across the room. She hurried off to the kitchen and returned with his orange juice.
"I'm going to give you some orange juice before you eat me," she said.
"Alright," he grinned as he drank his orange juice.
She poured some more for herself and joined him.
"You'll make me a health nut," she laughed.
Then she lay down and spread her pussy.
"You spoon that honey into me, honey," she smiled.
Uncapping the small honey container, he dipped in with the spoon and then applied some to her cunt. Some of it dripped on her pussy hair and she giggled.
"You can lick that off," she said. "How about that?"
He nodded, and put the spoon back in the honey and put it all on a night stand near the bed.
Coming over to her now, he crouched at her crotch. She loved this feeling of power over him. His hot tongue swept over her furry pussy. Then parting her pussy lips he pumped into her.
The honey tasted delicious to him and it improved his activity.
"Fuck baby," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck."
As he was pumping into her now she was becoming more and more turned on. The delicious excitement had him trembling. His cock was suddenly achieving a hard-on again and suddenly she gushed.
The mixture of honey and cum appealed to him. He licked it quickly, knowing that it was indeed the most delicious drink he had ever devoured.
When he finally withdrew his tongue, she smiled at him.
"Oh baby," she said, "I want to give you everything. I'm really enjoying myself."
"I want to fuck your asshole," the young boy smiled, "I want to fuck it good."
"Don't worry," she said, "you're going to get it."
She decided that she would treat him as the doctor had treated her when he introduced her to ass fucking.
"Let's pretend we're a couple of animals," she laughed, "and we will crawl across the floor. Then you'll grab my ass and mount me and stab that big dick of yours up there. Would you like that?"
"You bet I would," he assured her.
The nurse went to the bathroom and got some oil. Returning, she uncapped the bottle and poured some over his penis, making it slick.
"What are you doing that for?" he demanded.
"So it will go in quick," she smiled.
Then she poured some on her finger and let her finger slip up her own asshole.
"I'm just getting it ready," she said. "That's the fun—when it slides up smooth."
Putting the bottle back, she returned to the bedroom and got on the floor on all fours.
"Now come on, Brad baby," she turned to tell him, "I want you to follow me, catch me and overpower me and then stab it up my asshole."
He made animal sounds as he crawled around the floor after her. There was a full length mirror in the corner and he decided he would fuck her there. He could get a good view of his pecker stabbing her asshole, and he knew the reflection of the action would add to his pleasure.
Finally, shoving her down, he mounted her.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he told her, "and fuck you good."
Gripping her ass, he slowly eased his hot penis into her. It slid in swiftly as the oil helped make it glide and slide.
"Oh," she exclaimed when he made the jab at the tight anal ring.
"Did it hurt you ?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh no Brad," she said, "but that moment when you entered me, that moment ..."
However at this second he could tell she was enjoying it and he rapidly thrust his jabbing pecker into her.
"Oh that's a nice even rhythm," she told him. "Keep it up. Yes baby, now you're fucking. All the way in there. Fuck!"
The hard slick cock was giving him the sexual excitement he wanted. He could hardly stand it at this point.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck baby, fuck. Throw your ass back to me. Oh yes, throw your ass in gear."
She was fucking up a storm now, and he was getting more and more turned on. Reaching around her, he gripped her bosoms and pinched the nipples. Now he was stabbing away with new found vigor.
"Oh that's beautiful," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Come on baby, fuck. Keep fucking. Faster, baby."
She twisted her tail for him and he was getting so excited now he knew he had to keep screwing.
"Oh baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Give it to me. Come on baby, fuck."
He was going out of his mind with delight as he stabbed it into her.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "that's what I like, keep fucking. Oh, I'm almost there!"
And then the climax came. The hot juice spurted high up her rectum as she felt her pussy juicing at the same instant.
The juices spilled down her inner thigh, while the hot cream from his cock shot up her ass.
"Oh I'm cuming," he groaned in delight. "I'm shooting baby, I made it."
She continued twisting her tail until he had completed the act. Then he slowly removed his pecker from her still slick asshole.
She collapsed in a heap and wanted to relax, but the doorbell was ringing.
"I wonder who that is," she said.
"I forgot to tell you," Brad said quietly, "I invited my brother."
"Your brother?" she said. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"It slipped out," he said, "I told him that I fucked Dr. Johnson's nurse and then he wanted to also."
"Damn you," she said, "how could you?"
"Well I don't know," he said, "I sort of got trapped into it, and my brother told me I could get anything out of you if I felt like eating your box or fucking you, I could get you."
"Well," she said, "that explains a lot. No wonder you called up with that blackmailing phone call. So that brother of yours put you up to this."
"Yes," he said, "Dennis thought it was the only way for me to get what I need. He felt you could service me and he could get some action too as you wouldn't have done it in the first place if you didn't want to fuck."
"How old is he?" she demanded.
"Seventeen," he said.