Chapter 9
It was nearly twilight and four people stood at the bottom of the long trail that led down from the Studs isolated shack. Spyder and Rina had decided to accompany the lawyer and his wife down to the car after they had recovered from the turbulent orgy.
"You can relax now," Spyder was saying. "The Studs won't bother you no more. You proved yourself."
"Thanks," Bill replied.
An odd kinship had sprung up between the two couples; it was a strange meeting of minds, a meeting that had changed them all in many ways.
"Look," Bill said, as he unlocked the car, "I'm going to do what I can to get Sal a new trial, even if I have to defend him myself. It's bothered me a long time that he was rail-roaded like that, but until now I really didn't know what to do about it."
"Thanks, man," the outlaw leader said quietly. "And I'll have the boys lay off those other guys, at least until we make sure Sal gets a fair shake."
"I'll make sure he will," the lawyer said affirmatively.
"I'll miss you Lori," Rina said, as she hugged her friend tightly. "Maybe...maybe we can get together as friends someday."
"Maybe so," Lori said warmly. "Everything seems possible now. We'll see each other again.
I'm sure of it."
"I hope you don't hold no grudges about what happened," Spyder said.
"Well, it hasn't been easy," Bill replied, "but I think things are going to be fine now." He turned to his wife, who had borne the brunt of the violent weekend. "How do you feel, honey?"
Lori smiled at her husband.
"Very tired," she said, "but fine. I don't know why, but I feel as if everything that's happened has brought me closer to you, much closer. And that's all that matters."
Bill took her in his arms and held her lovingly.
"You're wonderful," he said, "just wonderful."
"You, too," she whispered.
"Hey," Spyder interjected, "we'd better get back to the shack before that bunch of slobs tear the place apart. Christ, they're so drunk there's no telling what might happen. C'mon Rina."
"I'm right with you lover," the tousle-haired blonde said laughingly. "Goodbye, Lori. Goodbye, Bill."
With her characteristic candor, she kissed them both quickly, then she and her outlaw boyfriend turned and walked quickly up the path and out of sight. Without a word Bill and Lori got into their Oldsmobile and drove towards their home in the city.
Lori lay on the wide double-bed in their apartment dressed in her sheer, yellow nightgown. She felt refreshed and rested after a hot shower, and now she gazed around the familiar walls of her bedroom, happy to be home again; she could hear her husband singing happily in the shower, and her heart swelled with love for him. She lay back, and let her body sink into the softness of the bed. She was bone-weary from her exhausting stormy weekend, yet she knew that her cruel treatment by the outlaw gang had opened her up to a part of herself that had been dormant for years. Finally, Aunt Dorothy's negative influence over her was broken, she was sure of it. She remembered the way Bill looked, dressed in Spyder's jacket, so handsome, so rugged; and despite her exhaustion she felt an unexpected twinge of desire pass through her.
"Oh Bill," she murmured quietly as she recalled the thrilling passion she had come to know only hours before, "we have so much ahead of us now. So much...."
Closing her eyes, she soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
In the bathroom, just off the bedroom, Bill Taylor stepped out of the shower and dried himself languidly with a thick, luxurious towel. His mind, too, raced over the amazing events of the past forty-eight hours; vivid images rose in his brain of Edy Randall, screaming obscenities as she watched him fuck her from behind in her living room mirror; he remembered the heady, tingling experience with cocaine and vowed to himself to stay away from drugs of that nature for good.
"I don't need that stuff to get me excited," he said to himself as he dried his tanned, muscular body, "I've got all the excitement I need in the next room."
He recalled the way his wife had looked, lashed to the floor of the Studs' shack. She was so provocative, so ravishing, that the sight had made him forget momentarily the cruel rape being inflicted upon her.
"Edy Randall's got nothing on her," he said aloud, "not a thing."
He replaced the towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror above the sink. He was startled to see that he had changed somehow...his features seemed stronger, more commanding than before, and he liked what he saw.
No doubt about it, he thought, crazy as it seems this whole business has worked out for the best.
Whistling happily, he opened the bathroom door, switched on the light, and went into the bedroom. A small bedlamp provided the only illumination, except for the bright, sensuous beams of moonlight that flooded the room, just as it had only two nights ago, Friday, when it all began. He saw Lori sleeping like a happy child; her shining, dark hair framed her delicate features in soft, curling tendrils. The languid curves of her body, so clearly outlined by the gossamer material of her nightie," had never looked so desirable to him. Something had been added now - an indefinable worldliness that was unmistakably there in her face and in the way she lay on the bed. She seemed to radiate sensuality and a promise of thrilling pleasure. As Bill nakedly walked across the carpeted floor of the room, his heart pounded with tender affection for his lovely, slumbering bride. Moving quietly around the bed he stood next to her in open admiration.
"You're beautiful, baby," he whispered, "just beautiful."
He remembered the extraordinary love making that had taken place between them under the leering eyes of the Studs, and as he did his thick, fleshy cock again began to throb and jerk in hunger. Lori looked so soft and desirable lying there that he was seized with the idea of waking her and fucking right now. But he knew she was deeply tired, and decided against it. Instead he quietly bent down and kissed her. But the touch of his lips against hers only increased his passion, and the fragrance of her lightly perfumed body that drifted up to his nose made him reel with erotic excitement. With great effort, he moved away from her and gazed out the window at the busy street below.
As he turned away, his sleeping wife slowly opened her eyes. His warm kiss had reached to the very bottom of her mind and penetrated her slumber; now her eyelids fluttered up and in the soft light she could see her husband's naked body as he faced away. The soft light from the lamp fell on his well-muscled frame, and Lori gazed happily at his athletic, supple body. She yearned to have him hold her once again.
"Bill," she called out quietly.
Her young husband turned slowly and faced his wife.
"I thought you were asleep." he said.
"I was...but I'm awake now."
Her eyes sparkled with moonlight, and Bill's hardened penis lurched throbbingly erect as he gazed into them. Lori shamelessly glanced down at his pulsing manhood, a Mona Lisa smile across her lips.
"Why don't you come to bed," she said playfully, as she stretched languidly. "You must be tired."
A sudden rush of elation coursed through the naked lawyer as he saw Lori slyly untie the little ribbon that kept the top of her nightie closed. She let the garment fall away so that her pointed, firmly rounded breasts were fully exposed and gleaming in the dim light. Bill moved slowly to the bed, scarcely believing the incredible good fortune he would now enjoy. His eyes drank in her silky, slender form as she rose up provocatively and slipped the thin garment from her shoulders, and then lay back again. She lifted her hand and cupped her resilient, golden breasts, squeezing them lightly.
"Mmmmm..." she sighed. "It's such a lovely night."
Bill climbed into bed next to her.
"Oh honey," he whispered. "I want you so much ... I want to ... to ... "
"Fuck me?" she asked with delightful innocence. "Do you really want to fuck me?"
The young lawyer thought he would nearly explode with happiness. She was everything he could possibly want in a woman.
"Yes," he replied, "I want to fuck you now, and tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. I want to bury my cock in your beautiful little cunt, and hold you, and kiss you!"
"Then do it," she said her face radiant with happiness, "do it anytime, anyplace."
She reached out her arms and they moved together in a warm, loving embrace. Their hands roved delightedly over each other's bodies, touching every part as if they had been separated for years. They kissed long and passionately, and Bill felt his need for her growing hotter by the minute.
Then, without a word Lori slipped down and quickly took his heatedly throbbing cock in her wet mouth, sucking on it with the skill of an expert, driving him wild with waves of warm erotic pleasure. He lay back on the bed, experiencing an unimaginable delight as his ravishing wife eagerly licked and hungrily sucked his long hard penis. Her hands played sensuously over his body, and he let his hands tangle themselves in the satiny strands of her hair. He was in paradise as her warmly wet mouth created a gentle vacuum around the sensitive head of his cock.
"Oh, Lori" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo wonderful!!"
Lori was deeply pleased that she could bring such delight to her husband, and grinning in happiness, she took his pulsating shaft deep into her wetly ovalled mouth, letting her lips graze longingly over every inch of the veined, and pulsing flesh. With one hand she kneaded the heavy sac of his testicles and was elated to hear him sighing in ecstasy. She moved her moist warm mouth up and down his massive pole pausing at the blood-gorged cockhead to tease it lightly with her teeth.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned happily, "that feels so wonderful! Sooo good! Aaaahhhh," the young lawyer groaned luxuriously, as she teased his lust-swollen penis with her eager young mouth.
Suddenly their rapidly-growing passion was interrupted by the jangling of a telephone.
"Damn it," Bill snapped. "Who the hell is that!"
Lori pulled away as Bill reached across the bed for the phone. "Hello?"
"Bill? Its Ed Carey!"
The attorney froze momentarily. He had forgotten all about the firm in the new passions he had discovered in the past two days. Now hearing Carey's voice was like a strange, unwanted intrusion. "What is it, Ed?"
"What is it? I've been trying to reach you all afternoon; where the hell have you been?"
Bill felt himself growing angry at his office superior, but held himself under control.
"I had an unexpected personal matter to take care of," he said coldly.
"Bill, Edy Randall has blown her stack. You shouldn't have left her like that! She's threatening to drop the firm and get other lawyers!"
"Well, then let her," Bill said, sinking to Lori.
"What?" Carey screamed. "What the hell's gotten into you? Are you nuts? She's the biggest client we've got!"
"She's the biggest kook you've got! I couldn't stay with her, that's all! You'll just have to accept it!"
"What?" his boss asked incredulously.
"And, furthermore, I want the Satan's Studs case reopened. I'm convinced that guy was innocent!"
Bill could hear Carey sputtering and fuming over the phone.
"You've gone mad, Taylor! Completely mad!"
"Maybe I have," he replied, gazing fondly at the luscious vision of his wife sensually curled up on the bed, "but that's just the way it is!"
"I could have you fired for this, Bill!"
"If that's what you want, then do it!" the young lawyer retorted with a strength and conviction that made Lori glow with adoration, "but if you do, that'll be the biggest mistake this firm ever made! Now I'm very busy at the moment and whatever you want to say or do will have to wait until tomorrow morning. Stay cool, Ed. See you then."
He hung up the phone even before his boss could reply to his dramatic ultimatum. Bill turned to Lori, a wide grin on his face.
"I may have blown my job," he said.
"Well," Lori said thoughtfully, "if you do, then you can start your own practice. We'll make it ... I know we will. Bill, you've got to be your own man whether it's with Carey or on your own. But whatever decision you make, I know it'll be the right one. I trust you, darling."
"You're wonderful!" Bill exclaimed and grabbed his nakedly voluptuous wife in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"'Mmmmmmnn...." she mewled, swept away by his strong, lusty embrace. Bill gently guided her down and quickly positioned himself over her. His massively inflamed cock was hard as a rock and poised at the entrance to her cuntal sheath.
"Now," he said slyly, "where were we?"
"I'll give you three guesses," his delighted young wife replied.
Bill laughed heartily, then slowly slipped his eagerly jerking penis into her moistly waiting vaginal entrance. Then he began to rock back and forth, each plunging stroke quickly drawing them into a strong, surging ocean of love. Lori pulled her slender legs up deftly, and pushed her pelvis upwards so that her warm wet vulva opened like a blossoming lotus to the sleek, lunging strokes of her husband's rigidly hot penis.
"Oh, fuck me, darling," she sighed as a velvety cloud of softness enveloped her. "Fuck me!"
She ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, deliriously happy that she could give herself completely now to her young Greek-God of a husband. Life was full of promise now, the world had opened up for the both of them, and she could scarcely contain her happiness. As their passion mounted, bursts of tingling delight rushed to every part of her body; Lori felt warm and light as air, in love as never before.
"Oh, this is fantastic!" Bill cried as his hot, yearning cock swung into her softly clasping warmth. His body moved with strength and precision, as each sinewy muscle bulged and undulated with the growing tide of passion. His loins began to vibrate with lust, and his blood raced hotly through his body. His bouncing, throbbing testicles became swollen and fiery as his thick, milky semen slowly gathered for the moment of release. As he increased his tempo, his body was racked with gusts of exaltation with the impending orgasm.
"Oh, baby...." he groaned, gazing deeply into the dazzling pools of his wife's glittering brown eyes...I'm cumming...I'M CUUMMINNNGG! CUM WITH ME!"
Lori was seized by a billowing ecstasy that rose like a flock of wild doves in flight towards the sky. Her moistly quivering cuntal walls undulated madly as Bill's dynamic cock transported her higher and higher with each electrifying stroke.
"AAAAHHHHH...." she cried out, scarcely believing the enthralling happiness that consumed her. "OOOOHH GOOOODDD!"
Bill's powerful pulsating penis suddenly shook with the force of an earthquake and he threw back his head emitting a long, roaring cry of delight; at that moment, his scalding cum burst through the tip of his swollen cockhead and filled her quaking vaginal sheath with a flood of heatedly thick, white sperm.
Lori moaned with happiness as his hot male essence spread warmly into her loins and as her own churning fluid of release flowed from her cuntal flesh like radiant vapor. Their climax seemed to go on and on, sealing their newly awakened relationship with joy and hope. Finally, as the wondrous ecstatic ecstasy of their union began to ebb slowly away, they lay back on their bed, tenderly entwined in each other's arms.
"Oh, my love," Bill murmured warmly, "we've really got something going for us now. It's the greatest."
"Yes, darling," she replied sleepily, stretching like a well-fed cat in front of a fireplace. She settled into his arms and closed her eyes. And once, just before sleep came to her a few moments later, she thought with a strange sense of excitement about Rina and Spyder. If Bill was successful in reopening Sal's case, then the four of them would undoubtedly be thrown together again. She smiled, just once, and decided that she and Bill could throw a little dinner party . . .just for the four of them.
It might be fun.
It might be interesting.
When she went to sleep, the wanton smile was etched on her face.