Never in her adult life had the denied young wife known greater sensations of wanton passion… not even with her Major… and certainly never with her husband Frank! She wanted his cum, the no-good bastard who was fucking his wonderful cock into her mouth! God yes, she wanted that! He had to, she thought desperately, her soft lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his cock, her tongue working feverishly to tease his orgasm from him! And simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of passion-fired ecstasy began. She squeezed at his lust-inflated balls with both hands, then raked her nails beneath them as she strained to the urgency of her own cumming.
He swore, and swore again, his loins jerking, the massive head of his cock swelling in her hungrily sucking mouth! And then it came! It shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, cream-like liquid, gush after gush of the sweet, acid-tasting hotness, joined by the convulsive tremors of her hips as her own climax erupted in a blinding explosion of erotic bliss deep within her tongue-spread loins.
"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cummmmmmming!" she groaned out around the swollen rod of spending male flesh in her mouth. And again and again he spewed his hot jets of viscous cum deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing obscenely to the swallowing of the boiling semen flooding into the warm wet softness of her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Did you have to be quite so nice to my stepmother?" Lisa snapped, not looking in her boy friend's direction, but off at the city's lights below. Beyond was the ocean with a moon to fight it, the reflection like gleaming light on a treasure chest of glittering gems. And she'd wanted all of her plans to sparkle with the same blinding facets.
"Dammit, do you have to keep calling her your 'stepmother' as if she were some kind of witch?" Paul Fulton retaliated, trying to measure in his young mind what could possibly be wrong with such a beautiful woman. "I-I mean… well… after all, Lisa, she is your father's wife, and he seems to be happy."
"Ha! How would he know that? He's been drunk since the day he married her! She's making an alcoholic of him!"
"I don't believe that!" the youth interrupted before she could finish. He shifted in his seat. "He's doing it to hide something… his own problem! I don't know anything about it, but I'll bet Shirley isn't to blame the way you see it…!"
"Shirley? Shirley! You mean you're calling her by her first name now?"
"Oh, for Christ sake, Lisa, don't be stupid…"
"Shirley! That's what you said."
"Well, that's her name, isn't it? Not 'Stepmother'!" Paul Fulton snapped, thoroughly disgusted with the attitude this girl he loved had adopted toward a person whom he felt sure was totally innocent. "Why don't you grow up, Lisa? For God's sake…!"
"Yes, for God's sake!" she interrupted, never-before-known anger for him raging inside her. "You dumb ass, Paul! And after what I had planned for us tonight! Well… you've killed that! What would you like to try for seconds?"
"Oooohhh…" he managed, quickly imagining what she might mean. Had she really meant that…? Christ! "Look, I only said that…"
"I know what you said… and what you meant… and where your feelings seem to lie, Mr. Fulton!" she said, nestling down in the bucket seat and folding her arms in her lap. "Now, if you will, please… take me home."
"Lisa?"
"Take me home!" she ordered with sharpness.
"But, honey, you won't listen."
"You listen! This is my car and I've asked you to drive me home! Will you, please?" she insisted, never wanting him to, fighting the tears dimming her eyes, wishing she knew why she was doing it.
"Yeah! You bet your ass I will! I'll take you home, Lisa, and for good unless you wake up!" Paul spat, kicking the motor into action.
Neither of them spoke again throughout the race-driving trip to the Douglas home, though Lisa almost desperately searched her young, wretched mind for an opening. Damn, she didn't want their evening to end this way… she'd had such beautiful, intimate plans, her whole body alive with tiny quivers of anticipation all afternoon and evening… until that bitch had interfered! But when Paul didn't speak, or try to smooth things over in the first few minutes, she knew he wasn't about to. Oh, she wasn't worried over the "I'll take you home for good!" business… they'd gone through that before… but the other, their love-making, her wild decision to give him her virginity being thwarted and hopeless now, she realized, was causing the tears that were nearly blinding her.
He swung into their drive with a squeal of tires, cut the engine and hopped out of the car without as much as a good night! Lisa gasped aloud as she sat uptight to watch his slender form move through the darkness to his own car. She couldn't believe it, he'd never before been quite so angry! She fought the urge to call out after him. Never! Damn him… damn him! And then, with another screech of rubber, he was gone, the roar of his car motor gradually fading, until it was absorbed by the quiet night surrounding her.
Lisa cried then in her frustration and rage. She slammed from the shiny new "consolation prize" her father had given her and ran toward the house, her teenage brain whirling with one vindictive thought after another…
Nomad watched from a secluded position beside the building. He had heard the vehicle's approach and the closing of its metal door, the noises of human life drawing him from his brooding place beside the bush. Immediately the big German shepherd recognized them, saw the male leave with no voice sounds passing between them, then the young female with the long dark hair running toward the house, little unhappy whimpers coming from her. For a long moment, he stood in the shadows, then silently retraced his steps to the rear of the building, approaching the still closed door where his master was with the golden-haired female he liked so much.
Anger seethed inside the powerful animal as through a small area where the glass was not covered he saw the grinning man's nakedly stripped body standing beside the bed where the pretty golden one lay just as he had been made to leave her. The human phallus of his master hung limp and the face of the soft naked female was turned from him. They made sounds to each other, but those noises held no meaning for the embittered, witnessing animal…
"Christ, you're something else, Mrs. Douglas. I haven't been sucked-off like that in years!" Vince Rivers lewdly tormented, his hands on his naked hips as he stared down at the sprawled, still spasming loveliness of the young wife whom he knew was suffering the full shameful effects of her infidelity.
"G-Get out… please… for God's sake, leave me alone!" Shirley managed in a broken tone, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to cover herself.
Rivers caught at it, tugging it out of her grasp. "Hey… not so fast, baby! Let's not cover up all the sexy scenery, eh? Old Vince isn't finished yet… not by a damn sight. Remember, bitch? He's going to fuck you cross-eyed."
"No! No more!" Shirley exclaimed, trying to get up from the bed, but he was on top of her, pressing her helpless body back down to the mattress and holding her there. She tried to struggle, but it was useless. And then, he sniggered in her face, his strong, hairy leg locking over her hips and loins to easily subdue her. She felt the flaccid length of his spent penis and the wiry hair of his muscular loins grinding against the sensitive, smooth flesh of her hip and thigh. "Oh God, please… no more, Vince… I beg you."