Chapter 4
The neon sign flashed on and off in the window of the Moon-Lake au Go-Go bar in downtown Seattle. Inside, Tom Lyons sat at the end of the dimly-lit bar staring blankly into a half-filled glass of Scotch and ice. He had come home from work that night and found Debbie's note. He'd never expected her to do something as foolish as this, and although he was completely shaken at first, afterwards he had become enraged, stamping through the rooms of the apartment, kicking at the furniture, nearly crazy with anger and disbelief. But there was nothing he could do about it; she hadn't even left a forwarding address. So finally he had put on his leather jacket and driven disconsolately around the city until he found himself in front of the Moon-Lake bar.
Christ, Debbie, he thought drunkenly as he stared into the glittering liquid of his drink. Why the hell did you have to do a crazy thing like that. We could have worked things out. I know it.
But he knew it was useless to keep running it over in his head. He was tired of the whole affair now, tired of the arguments and constant hostility, tired of the sexual problems, tired even of thinking about the divorce. And so he drank one Scotch after the other, until now he was woozy and nearly numb.
Suddenly the room was filled with heavily blaring rock-and-roll music. At first Tom was annoyed by it, but moments later, a bright spotlight went on just above him behind the bar, revealing a huge, circular golden cage containing one of the most fantastically sensual females he had ever seen.
She was a petite girl, about eighteen, with short-cropped red hair that was tousled and wild. Her face was almost angelic with bright eyes the color of turquoise, a pert upturned nose, rosy cheeks, and full red lips that seemed to be in a perpetual pout. Her sexually arousing little body was nearly naked except for two half-dollar sized golden circles that covered her large, proudly jutting breasts, and a narrow little gold G-string that barely covered the enticing, hairless shaved mound of her pubic triangle. Gold high-heeled shoes were her only other garments. The strong spotlight on her voluptuously rounded body made her skin a translucent, slightly perspiring white-gold.
For a moment she stood absolutely still with her hands on hips, legs parted, and her head thrown back defiantly, as a hush fell over the normally boisterous crowd of drinkers. Then she began to grind her buttocks around in time to the savage pulsing beat of the music, slowly at first, then more and more wildly, her breasts jiggling lewdly and her nakedly flaring hips rotating as if they were on ball bearings. Tom was dumbstruck by her erotically undulating movements, and his eyes roved hungrily over her close to nakedly shimmering body. His long eager cock jerked erect, straining tautly against the tightness of his pants, and his hands clutched tightly around his drink as he watched her sensually abandoned dance. She seemed to be one with the intensely throbbing beat of the music, from the top of her wildly flailing head, through her rhythmically bouncing breasts, and forward down to her gold-clad feet.
Every gaze in the bar was riveted to her lightly moving body as her sensuously gyrating hips ground out an international message of heated seduction and her turquoise eyes glittered as though she were in an aphrodisiac trance.
Suddenly she turned her back to the audience, giving them a full view of the curving slope of her back and the proud nakedness of her smooth, tightly rounded buttocks. An audible gasp went up from the bar, and unconsciously Tom began to stroke the rapidly swelling hardness that throbbed against his thigh.
Holy Christ! he thought to himself. What a beautiful piece of ass she'd make!
Now the redhead was facing full front again, and suddenly the lights turned from bright gold to a deep, mysterious aquamarine. The music became slow and bluesy. The girl began to writhe slowly in her cage, her eyes closed, her hands running slowly up and down the smooth contours of her lush young body. As Tom watched, disbelieving, she began exciting herself sexually, cupping her gold-tipped breasts in her hands and squeezing them sensually. Her scarlet mouth fell half-open in excitement, and she ran her tongue lazily over her full ripe lips. Then her hands slid tantalizingly down her smooth, lithely flat stomach, and finally came to rest on the sleek insides of her thighs. She jutted her hips forward and spread her firmly-fleshed thighs with her hands; every eye in the place zeroed in on the narrow gold fabric that barely concealed her thinly spread cuntal split as she thrust it forward shamelessly.
Tom's breath was coming faster and faster, and though he tried to control his responses, the redhead's uninhibited dancing was having an overwhelmingly erotic effect on him. His heart pounded in his chest, and his rigidly stiffened cock ached inside his trousers, ached with the desire to fuck the living daylights out of the voluptuous little go-go dancer. Man, what I could do with that! he thought drunkenly.
Slowly she began to rotate her hips, still holding her smooth inner thighs with her hands, and then she opened her eyes, scanning the room with a sultry look as if she were searching for someone to throw her right down on the stage and fuck her. Then her eyes locked with Tom's directly below her at the bar, and she smiled seductively, again running her tongue over the wetly rounded oval of her mouth. A jolt of naked, sub-conscious desire seemed to pass between them as he gazed up hypnotically into the deep, sexually penetrating pools of her eyes.
The music picked up speed again, the lights flashed brighter, and she began to dance now with a more feverish intensity, her eyes still locked on the handsome young construction foreman as she reached the obscenely scintillating climax of her performance.
It was almost inhuman, the way her sensually ripened body writhed and jerked to the steady pounding of the music. Her arms were raised high above her head as she bumped and lewdly ground her hips in a rapid succession of brazen thrusts that made Tom grow more aroused by the minute. Her mouth hung fully open, her eyes wide; every inch of her nearly naked body was shaking and glittering in the bright spotlight. Then, at the climax of her frenzied dance, the music suddenly ended, and the lights blacked out. For a moment, there was a stunned silence in the room before the crowd burst into wild applause and raucous cheering. The lights in the bar came on again, revealing that the cage was empty and the uninhibited young dancer gone.
Tom took a strong swallow of his drink, trying to calm himself down. The girl had excited him wildly, and his still inflated penis pulsed angrily between his legs. It was strange the way her eyes had locked into his, almost as if she was dancing just for him, desiring him ... inviting him!
Hell, he mused, probably every guy in the place thinks that. I guess the old male ego thinks every go-go girl is shaking her pussy around just for him.
With a sigh, he decided to finish his drink and go home.
"How about offering me a drink too," a female voice said.
Turning quickly, Tom realized that the redhead he had seen dancing so seductively in the cage only a few moments ago was sitting right next to him, dressed in a tight, low-cut gold lame dress that was shorter than any dress he'd ever seen.
"Aren't you ... the dancer?" he asked, trying to mask his excitement at having her right next to him.
"Yeah. Did you like my act?"
"Great. What'd you like to drink?"
"Anything wet," she said, smiling at him with an impudent glint in her eye. "Scotch'll do fine."
He ordered two more Scotches from the bartender, then turned back to the girl. She was even more ravishing in person, and she was wearing a musky, subtle perfume that made the young husband's head spin.
"The name's Cheri. What's yours?" she asked.
"Tom ... Tom Lyons."
"Nice name. Nice face, too. I saw you sitting down there when I was doing my number, and I couldn't resist coming over to say hello. You married?"
Tom was a little shaken by the directness of her question.
"Well, more or less...."
"More or less? What do you mean? Or am I getting too personal?"
"No ... Ah, what the hell ... My wife went off to get a divorce."
"Yeah? Gee, I'm sorry to hear that, baby. Really."
"It just wasn't working out, that's all. I guess it had to happen sooner or later."
"Oh, I know, I just split with my old man a couple of weeks ago. He was groovy, but it was getting to be a bad scene. It happens sometimes. Look, maybe you'd rather be alone."
"No ... no," he said, "I don't think so."
For a moment, he felt a tremor of guilt. After all, he thought, Debbie just left today, and here I am giving the eye to this chick ... I should just get the hell home.
But a deeper instinct prevailed. He wanted to talk to this girl, and after that he wanted to fuck her, fuck her from now to kingdom come. Didn't he have the right? Hadn't his wife deserted him and given him his freedom?
"Good," Cheri cooed, "I kinda hoped you were free ... I mean you've got such cute blond hair, and those eyes ... bedroom eyes. Anyone ever tell you have bedroom eyes or that you're really some hunk of man."
Tom smiled sheepishly at her, pleased by her compliments.
"Thanks ... you're not so bad yourself."
"Yeah? Tell me more. I love to be flattered." She patted her hair archly and then grinned to show she was kidding.
The bartender placed two drinks in front of them.
"To tell you the truth," Tom said after swallowing a heavy dose of Scotch, "you really turned me on up there. The way you were dancing."
"Great. I like to do that to guys. I like to get them real horny, you know? It gets me horny, too. Sometimes while I'm dancing I imagine that one of the guys in the crowd has got his face up between my legs and is licking my cunt...."
Tom choked on his drink, exhaled and spewed Scotch out over the counter. When he continued to wheeze, she patted him on the back a couple of times, and asked, "You okay?"
For a moment Tom couldn't speak as a result of the raw whiskey going down his windpipe, so he merely nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes.
The little redheaded dancer continued blithely...."well, like I said, I sometimes imagine one of the guys in the crowd is sticking his prick up inside my cunt ... you know? He's got me down on the floor and is fucking me right there in that damn cage while all the other guys are watching me get it. I really dig that." She looked at him sensually, her eyes sparkling excitedly while she talked. "Tonight when I saw you, I pretended...." she giggled a little, "that you were the guy. I figured you had a real big cock, you know, and I can see now that you do."
She glanced down between Tom's legs, where the heavily rounded outline of his erect cock was clearly visible in his jeans, for it had been swelling rapidly as she spoke, excited by her directness.
"You're too much," Tom said, finally regaining his voice and laughing.
"Yeah, I guess I am. I get worried about it sometimes, but I Figure let it all hang out, know what I mean? Just do your thing and who cares." She let her hand slip quietly down until it came to rest on the long pulsing thickness of Tom's penis. "Mmmmmmm ... real big and real hard ... oh, would I like to have you shove it up in me and fuck me with it until I couldn't talk ... would you like to do that, Tom? Would you like to fuck me?"
"You don't have to ask twice, baby," he replied, his cock painfully jerking even larger in his tight pants, "it'd be my pleasure."
"Then let's drink up and go over to my place," she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement, "before I break down and ask you to fuck me right here on the bar."
A half hour later, Tom was lounging on the wide bed in the bedroom of Cheri's apartment a few blocks away from the bar. The room was cheerfully decorated with bright orange curtains, posters of naked men and women on the walls, a few pillows strewn along the thick red shag rug that covered the floor, a bookcase with some mystery stories and souvenirs, and a couple of low tables. The bed dominated the room, a large queen-size bed with a white leather bedspread.
Adjoining the bedroom was a bathroom, where Cheri was changing from her "work clothes." Tom had taken off his shoes and shirt, and lay relaxed on the soft bed, drinking from a glass of wine that the uninhibited little redhead had given him. The room was lit softly by many candles, and Cheri had insisted on lighting some incense, the thick curling smoke filling the room with a heavy, musky scent. Lazily, Tom watched the shadows the candles made on the ceiling of the room. Now and then he had second thoughts about his decision to come here, and a brief mental image of Debbie would flash into his consciousness; but somehow he felt he had made the right move, and come what may, he was going through with it. He had held himself back long enough, and the opportunity that was presented to him now was too exciting to turn down.
Christ, he thought, if Debbie can fly off somewhere for a divorce I can sure as hell screw this little redhead without feeling guilty about it.
At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened, and Cheri reappeared, dressed in a loose, see through nightie that came down just past her hips. Tom's cock jerked thickly at the sight of her nakedly curving young body outlined beneath the sheer material by the bathroom light.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, "but I like to freshen up and relax after work."
She flicked off the bathroom light and walked towards him, her sensual frame undulating like liquid mercury. Then she sat down next to him on the bed and let her fingers graze through the curling matt of golden hair that covered his muscular chest. They gazed at each other without a word, desire steadily mounting between them. Slowly Cheri lowered her face and body so that their lips were nearly touching, as vibrations of warm passion generated through their lusty young bodies like a steady current of electricity.
"I want you," she whispered into his ear, "I want to cum with you ... I want to cum like crazy with your cock spewing up inside my cunt...."
Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmered like jewels, and in a sudden swirl of irresistible desire Tom reached out suddenly and grabbed her voluptuous, nightie-clad form to him, drawing her down on the bed on top of him in a tight embrace. With a groan of animal lust, the adulterous young husband began to kiss her fiercely, shoving his wetly quivering tongue deep into her warm open mouth, flicking it behind her teeth and merging it hotly with hers, exploring every inch of the fevered wet cavern. He exulted in the fact that she offered no resistance whatever, as his wife had done time after time. In fact this lewd little stripper craved him as much as he did her. He could feel it in her willing surrender to his eagerly probing tongue.
Cheri's hand roved down between his legs, where his hotly stiffened penis was throbbing with lust, straining against his tight jeans. She began to massage it slowly, caressing his male hardness through his pants.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she cupped the softly pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand slid under the sheer material of her nightie and moved smoothly up the naked velvet of her back, savoring her warmly feminine softness. He found the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks and squeezed them hard. Then, teasingly he inserted his outstretched middle finger into the smoothly clefted crevice of her ass.
Cheri reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of his earlobe, lightly at first, then a little harder, and the quick harsh darts of pain were hotly exciting to the young construction worker. His muscular body tingled, suring with throbbing desire.
"Like that?" she whispered lewdly.
In response, he suddenly kissed her on the neck hard with his tightened lips raising a little red welt in her skin.
"Ohhhh, baby," she purred, throwing her tousled head back and digging her fingers sharply into his naked shoulders.
Tom shuddered through his entire body, now inflamed with swelling lust. His thickly bloated cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her wetly throbbing pussy. He pushed her away gently, rising up on the bed, and untied the small ribbon that held her flimsy nigh tied in place. The sheer garment fell open easily, revealing her nakedly gleaming breasts. She removed the garment quickly, her breath coming faster and faster and her eyes flashing excitement.
"Stand up, baby," she said, "and let me take your pants off for you."
Tom rose from the bed and stood next to her. Quickly the bouncy redhead, now completely naked, scrambled off the bed also and stood before him like some temple slave, her body glistening in the flickering candlelight, the reddish tips of her breasts-hard like little buttons, tensely throbbing with excitement. Swiftly she unbuckled his wide leather belt, and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both pants and shorts, fully exposing his excitedly throbbing cock and balls. Once freed of '.he confining undergarments, his rock-hard cock shot rigidly erect and arched out in front of him, pulsating with a vigor that surprised even him.
"Oh, you've got a huge prick, lover, and a beautiful pair of balls. And you're hard as a shotgun barrel.
Shaking with excitement, Tom stepped out of his jeans and shorts and kicked them away. Immediately the two wildly aroused bodies flung themselves together and clasped each other feverishly.
Cheri loved his well-built young body, and her knowledgeable little hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim hips. She gripped his sexually tensed buttocks and pulled his pelvis hard against her.
"You're beautiful, baby," she gasped, "you know that?"
Tom ran his hands over the satin-smoothness of her warm nakedness, squeezing her large, ripely quivering breasts and savoring the sleek flaring curves of her hips. The uninhibited dancer thrust her pelvis back and forth as she had in her cage at the bar, all the while clasping the young husband's massively pulsating cock in her hand and skillfully sliding back the soft foreskin with her thumb and index finger to expose the smooth rubbery head. She teased it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful skill until Tom was in a frenzy of passion.
"Oooooo baby...." he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling strands of pubic hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began exploring the moistly heated area.
The redhead cried out with pleasure as his fingers stroked the entire length of the downily cushioned furrow at the entrance to her cuntal depths. Teasingly he massaged her tender clitoris delighted to feel it harden instantly against his finger. Cheri swayed nakedly against him, squeezing her thighs provocatively around his hand in a lewdly inviting caress. Suddenly, without warning, he slid his outstretched middle finger deeply into her already wetly contracting pussy.
"OH YES!" she cried, drawing in her breath and opening her legs wide to receive his invading finger, "YESSSS!!"
Excited by her passionate response, Tom harshly pumped his middle finger up and down so far that he could feel the bonelike hardness of her cervix. His finger-fucking drove Cheri mad with impatient desire, and she writhed and squirmed against his lewdly probing hand.
"Oh God ... GODDDDD!" she groaned, "I want you to fuck me now ... I can't wait a minute more ... Oh God, baby fuck me now!"
Quickly Cheri moved onto the bed and lay back with her legs lewdly spread out wide and her wetly glistening cunt turned up to him enticingly. She stretched her arms out to him, and lost no time in climbing swiftly onto the bed and positioning himself over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his legs between hers. Feverishly, the young dancer thrust her hands down between their naked bodies and curled them around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it deftly between the lips of her quivering, desire-moistened cunt. Tom groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-thickened penis up and down between her legs, parting the soft, silky hair of her cock-hungry vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled tip. The curling tendrils of her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his sensitive hardness, causing his lust-swollen cockhead to ache from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second. Thrusting his hips forward with a hard lunge, he drove his massively thick penis up into the gaping hot mouth of her uplifted little pussy.
"Oooohhhhhhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt her warmly elastic cuntal muscles clamp down wetly on his long, bloated penis as it raced without hesitation or resistance up into her hungrily welcoming belly. The passage was tight at first, but then easier, as the hot wetness of her freely flowing vaginal secretions lubricated his fleshily slithering pole. He thrust all the way forward to slam against the tender nub of her cervix and his sperm-loaded balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as Cheri groaned from deep within, a low gutteral animal groan of pain and ecstasy.
Tom paused for a moment to savor the extraordinary sense of erotic excitement that consumed him. This was what he had wanted for so long and had tried so patiently to achieve with his wife! He felt like a man again, a potent man with a real woman! His penis was hard and full of surging life, he was fucking like a savage barbarian, and it was exactly what he needed!
He began to fuck her in earnest, now, sawing into her with strong, brutal strokes, and with each cruel thrust, Cheri arched her body shamelessly, letting herself be lifted from the mattress by the potent strength of his fucking. She moaned ceaselessly, lewdly writhing and twisting her body beneath him, and flailing her head from side to side in lewd sensual abandon.
"Oh God, oh yes," she gasped. "Do it harder! HURT ME! HURT ME!"
So, he thought, that's how she likes it. Hard and mean! Well, that suits me just fine, just fine!
All tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her without mercy, his powerful, tautly flexing buttocks slamming like a wrecking ball as he battered into her strained and cock-stretched pussy; his long sinewy penis was gorged to the bursting point, and his lust-tightened balls slapped lewdly against her quivering young buttocks, every muscle straining wildly with desire and passion.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Cheri screamed, reveling obscenely in the brutal fucking he was giving her. The harder he drove into her, the more she wanted! And if it hurt and bruised her, then that made it all the more exciting, for it affected her like a maddening aphrodisiac. She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his hard thick penis ramming into the moistly steaming mouth of her cunt and slamming like a piston against the shuddering tip of her reflexively cringing cervix.
Suddenly she pulled up her knees and locked her legs around his back, the shift in angle enabling him to sink his rampaging young cock even deeper into her. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face was a lust-contorted mask of wanton hunger.
Tom could feel his heatedly throbbing rod growing and expanding inside of her, pressing against the greedily clasping walls of her pussy, until he was sure he was about to explode from the exquisite pleasure building in his sperm-churning testicles. He was going to cum soon, he knew it, and he began burrowing into her with long hard strokes, while her hungrily sucking cunt pulled at his bloated spear like a greedy little child's mouth. The wanton go-go dancer was also near orgasm, and she gripped him tight with her firm young thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his merciless thrusts. She mewled incoherently like a skewered animal, wailing some primitive groan of savagery. Then, without warning, she was there!
"I'm cumming," she cried out, "OH FUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEE GOOOOOOD!!! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGGG!!!"
Her wildly palpitating cuntal flesh convulsed around his heavily pistoning cock with desperate passion, and suddenly opened from deep inside to begin gushing hot female fluid that overflowed her pussy and surged out from her tightly locked cuntal lips around Tom's rhythmically jerking penis.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!" he cried out, as his wildly throbbing shaft lurched in her warmly milking vaginal sheath. Suddenly his loins seemed to burst releasing thick jets of hot cum that squirted out of his massively shuddering penis and into her wetly clasping womb in a warm flood. Grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the air as the two wanton lovers drained themselves to the very dregs of their passion. Cheri twisted and turned as though her ripe young body was splitting apart with the lurid pleasure that wound through her like a feverish snake. Tom bucked and squirted up into her every drop of the hotly scalding semen from his madly ejaculating penis, until finally their desire reached it's end, and he fell forward on top of her on the wide bed.
Finally removing his rapidly softening rod from her still-twitching cuntal passage, he lay next to her, panting heavily from their turbulent encounter.
Cheri sighed in deep satisfaction, and reached for her cigarettes on the night stand.
"That was really something, lover," she said contentedly as she took a deep puff.
"I'm sure glad I stopped off at the bar tonight," he murmured sleepily.
"Me too, honey," she said, reaching over to fondle his limp cock, inwardly delighted at it's unusual size and power, "Me to."
Tom smiled, utterly relaxed, as his loins began to throb once more with faint stirrings of renewed passion.
This could be a long night, he thought pleasantly, a real long night.