Chapter 9
"Didn't I tell you that I'd do it!" the smooth voice of the lawyer came out at her over the telephone. "I'm getting Ralph out in a few minutes and I'll bring him right home!"
The dejected young wife sat there with the telephone receiver in her hand, the throbbing headache threatening to split her skull as it hammered at her. She couldn't think of anything to say to the man.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm here," she said quietly, salty tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Please hurry and bring him home."
Mary put down the phone and stared at it. She knew she should be dancing around the room, singing with joy at the news. But there was only emptiness in her as she thought of their reunion. Would Ralph know? Would he be able to look at her and tell that she was hardly better than a whore? How could she possibly face him after the things she had done these past few weeks!
Her tortured mind tried to shut out the past weekend. To blot out the lewd images that taunted her. Her own screams of desire and lust as the men took her again and again in every possible way. The mental images of her inflamed body begging them to fuck her in the mouth -- in her bruised and torn anus -- in her wet pussy -- anywhere! It was as if she had gone insane with wanton desire -- insatiable to have her every orifice filled with brutal male flesh. And the terrible humiliation as George Adams had sent her home to the empty apartment in a taxi, a ten dollar bill thrust into her hand for the fare, a check for five hundred dollars from the exhausted Steve Peters in her purse. A whore, that was what she was!
Without any enthusiasm, the young girl rose from the couch and went into the bathroom to wash her face with cool water. The image that looked back at her from the mirror mocked her. Slowly, as if in a trance, she combed her hair and applied make-up. Then, she went into the bedroom and slipped on a skirt and blouse. She was just finishing her dressing when she heard the front door open and the strong resonant voice of her husband call out.
"Honey, where are you?"
Tears of shame were flowing freely as she ran into the front room and she threw herself into his arms, pressing her long soft body against his well-muscled chest and feeling his arms come around her.
"Hey, baby, don't cry! It's all right... I'm home!"
The unhappy girl sobbed as if the world were ending instead of just beginning for her. She hid her face in Ralph's chest, not wanting him to see the guilt written there -- the guilt she guessed he would see immediately.
He was crushing her, squeezing the life out of her terrible body, and she felt his hands begin a gentle massage of her swelling hips. Despite herself, the heat was rising in her loins, forcing her body even closer against his until her tender nipples came slowly erect and strained against the material that imprisoned them. How could he want her now? Didn't he realize what she was?
"Oh darling, it's been so long ... I want you so badly," he murmured into her ear, his breath coming faster as his hands kneaded her warm flesh.
Ralph led his trembling young bride into the bedroom, wanting her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He had to have her now!
She watched him as he shed his clothing quickly, her tears had stopped and she knew that it was going to be all right! They would work it out together somehow! How foolish it had been of her to even think of confessing her awful secrets to him. She could feel the wild desire coursing through her body at the sight of her handsome and virile young husband. Her eyes went automatically to his groin as he stepped out of his shorts and his long hard erection jumped toward her, pulsing and throbbing as she gasped at its forgotten size.
"Hurry, darling. I want you so badly," he choked out as his hands began to pull the clothing from her body.
It was going to be all right!
Her own frantic hands helped him to tear the last bit of nylon from her lovely body and she felt herself being pulled down onto the bed, his mouth crushing down on the soft fleshiness of her breasts like a starving man. He was massaging the firmness of her thighs, the softness of her round, swelling buttocks, his fingers trembling with desire.
She moaned as she moved her hips underneath him, pushing upwards at his hard, swollen penis.
"Do it to me ... fuck me!" she whispered, no longer afraid of the forbidden word.
The coarseness of his wife's words excited him tremendously after his long period of celibacy and his pulsing cock plunged brutally into her moistly hungering flesh, exploding the sticky white cum almost immediately. His penis went limp, despite her tortured movements and the little mewling sounds she made.
My god, she thought in frustration, it can't be over! Her pussy was burning up with lust and she almost burst into tears of anger as the limp flesh slipped out of her.
"I'm sorry, Mary," he was saying, "I guess I just couldn't hold it!"
The young bride cradled him in her arms and looked in his face, the handsome face that was etched with a mixture of pleasure and sorrow that he had not satisfied his wife.
"Don't worry, darling. It'll be better in the morning. I've waited a long time already ... I can wait until then," she lied.
Ralph fell asleep almost immediately, his legs and arms still entwined in hers. Mary lay there and stared at the ceiling. The dull ache of unfulfilled desire lay over her like a leaden weight.
"Why ... why ..." she whispered to herself. She looked down at her husband while he slept and wondered if this was to be her punishment -- doomed to bear the naked lust like a hair shirt while he slumbered on -- satisfied and satiated.
She lay there trying to drift off to sleep, but the frustration that had built up in her body would not allow her to rest. She tossed and turned, hoping that Ralph would wake up and that they could make love again -- not the quick, almost mechanical, lovemaking that he had given her -- but a deep satisfying experience that she could remember for the rest of her life. It's just not fair, she thought. Why was he so selfish ... so quick!
Her hands ran over her breasts feeling the tautness of her nipples and down over the slight curve of her stomach to the juncture of her legs. She kept her thighs together, trying to alleviate the teasing, building desire that was buried there, but she couldn't quench the need in her loins.
Finally, in desperation, she slipped quietly from the bed and dressed. She wanted to walk, to go out into the cool evening air and forget the animal need within her. She looked down at her still sleeping husband before she left the bedroom and the apartment. He lay there like a baby, a smile playing across the lips that had crushed her own.
As she strode down the long hallway she heard a door open behind her and a familiar voice call out.
"Evening, Mrs. Stewart," the voice of Mr. Rose said. "Care to come in and have a drink?"
Mary turned against her will.. She wanted to hurry away from the awful man -- to run and run until her tired body no longer felt anything but the sweet black unconsciousness of exhaustion.
The building manager stood in his doorway, his lean body outlined against the dim light behind him. A lewd, mocking grin was on his face as his eyes wandered over her luscious young body.
As the young girl felt her legs begin to move toward the man her hips began to roll in an involuntary whorish movement. Don't go! She heard the voice in her mind but it was too late. She had looked for love with Ralph but the other overwhelming need was too strong for her. Her lust-glazed eyes went to the man's loins and she could see the bold outline of the pulsing flesh beneath his soiled trousers.
"I'd love a drink, Mr. Rose," she said huskily as her hand went down and her fingers closed over the massive throbbing flesh. "But later ... much later!"