Chapter 6

Jeff's nuts ached as he drove a company car up the mountainside and around the circular driveway in front of the old gabled mansion that had been home to him during the first seventeen years of his life.

There was nothing sentimental about his frame of mind as he approached it. He was a man on the way to put the blocks to either Sophia or Lupita, whichever he saw first.

He stopped the car at the front door and vaulted out. He lunged through the front door and paused. He heard something. Where?

He decided it was upstairs and it sounded like furniture scraping across the floor.

He took the stairs two at a time and, at the top landing, turned in the direction of the sound. It, was in his old bedroom-the one he had occupied as a child.

The door was open and he rushed to it. Lupita was there. She had just pushed the bed aside and was bending forward, picking some dust balls off the carpet. The place had apparently not been cleaned for some time, and Lupe, either on her own volition or under the instructions of Sophia, had donned her maid's uniform and was taking care of that chore.

Without uttering a word, Jeff lunged and pushed her forward so that she fell halfway across the old-fashioned high feather bed. She cried out in shock and turned her head to see who was upon her.

"Easy does it, baby," Jeff growled, pulling her back a little so that the edge of the mattress hit right at the juncture of her legs and torso. He flipped up her skirt and slip.

"Ay, por Dios!" Lupita squealed, but she didn't fight him. She knew better than to do that.

He gathered her pink nylon panties in his hands at both sides of her hips and pulled them down, denuding her bottom. He pushed them along her thighs, past her knees, down her calves, and off. Then he spread her legs.

"Open the top of your dress and unhook your bra," he ordered as he tore off his own clothes.

"Meester Bardeil," she cried. "I cannot do thees! I am not ready!"

"You'll get ready soon enough," he told her and moved up.

The height of the bed, with Lupita's voluptuous pussy atop it, was exactly right for a standing man. He pinched one plump buttock in each hand, between his thumb and extended fingers. He wiggled the buttocks around, rubbing them against one another, and watched what he was doing. His cock came up quickly.

He couldn't remember when he had such congestion in his balls, crying for release.

He moved close to her and leaned forward, running his hands inside her loosened clothes and to the front where her body pressed against the bed.

"Prop yourself on your elbows," he directed harshly.

She obeyed.

He filled each hand with a glorious suspended breast. He squeezed them and slapped them against one another. He rolled and pulled at the nipples, bringing them out.

"Oh, thees ees crazy!" Lupita exclaimed.

"Sure. Crazy. But it's going to be doggie-style good . . . for both of us."

He took his right hand away from her breasts and used it to guide his cock. He traced the head of his cock down the length of her buttocks, then pressed a little at the opening of her cunt.

"No! No!" Lupita was twisting to try to evade him.

"Don't worry, baby," he told her.

And he plunged forward until he was all the way in. Placing both hands at her hips now, to lift her just right, he began thrusting in and out for all he was worth.

"Ay, chihuahua!" Lupita exclaimed as he possessed her wholly.

The exercise that followed was long and vigorously thrilling for both of them as Lupita twisted and pressed backward, her feet planted flat against the floor to hold her buttocks high, and Jeff stabbed and rotated and stabbed some more while his hands caressed up underneath her rumpled skirt and in through the open back of her dress to reach the dangling delights of her forty-two inch bust.

He bounced himself off her buttocks as if they were large rubber balls and he grunted as the pressure within him grew to an almost unbearable height. His mind was still inflamed with the sight of Lee fucking Diane, and this added to the excitement furnished by the lush woman who was bent forward in front of him.

He drove harder, his balls slapping into her buttocks, absorbing shock after shock.

"Ah ... ah ... ah," Lupita began to cry.

He took his hands away from her tits and began, pulling her against him, rocking her over the side of the bed as he worked with demonic concentration.

Finally he exploded in a cataclysmic release. He shuddered once, twice, three times and then was still. He fell forward onto her back, panting hard.

Only then did he realize that she hadn't come with him. He had taken his hand away from her clitoris just when she had needed it most.

He pulled back and rolled her over, boosting her at the same time so that she was completely on the bed. He bent his face down to her crotch as she moaned and whimpered with frustration.

He tickled her clitoris with his lips while his hands squeezed her breasts rhythmically. He pinched and rolled the nipples as he squeezed.

She didn't require much eating before her pussy began heaving spastically as she swung her legs up over his back. She finished ecstatically.

He untangled her heavy legs, lifted them down, and stood up.

Her hair was mussed and partly matted with sweat. Her mouth was open,, her eyes closed. She was panting, which caused her lush breasts to rise and fall. Her well-spent sex organs were utterly exposed with her legs parted and hanging over the side of the bed.

Jeff took a good long look at her glistening gash as he restored his clothes. She was a lot of woman.

"Here," he said, holding out a hand.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Come to bed with me, Meester Bardell," she murmured. "There are many hours remaining in the day."

He bent and picked her pink panties from the floor. He tossed them onto her lap.

"Lupita, after this when I'm fucking you, don't call me Mister Bardell. That sounds stupid."

"All right, Mees ... I mean, Jeff."

"Not now, darling," he scolded. "Just when I'm loving you."

"Oh."

He walked to the mirror, looked at himself, and ran his hand over his head to put his hair back in place. "You don't think you could rustle up some lunch, do you?" he asked Lupita as she started for the bathroom.

"I weel if you can wait."

"Okay. But don't be too long. I have to get back to the office. There's a company to run."